#champion cheeks B)

[luveline]

omg i loved the loopy wisdom teeth one w peter 😭😭 can i get that with hotch, and reader, who's usually more reserved starts flirting with him and stuff while she's loopy

ty!! and ty for ur request ♡ fem, 1.2k

"Most people have their wisdom teeth out in their teens," Aaron had said before you went in, a Spencer Reid tidbit if there ever were one. 

"I'm a special case," you'd said, accepting his kiss on the cheek but denying his half hug. "See you in a bit." 

People often lament that Aaron's ended up with a  woman so much like himself. You must make each other miserable, one ill-advised chancellor had said, to your amusement. 

We're desperately unhappy, you'd said back. 

The opposite is true. You and Aaron, or Aaron alone, at the very least, is as happy as he's ever been. Work is hard but manageable, Jack is well-tempered, growing smarter and kinder each day, and you're his sweetheart. You're reserved, a little solemn, but you understand him better than anyone ever has. It's a relief like no other to be known so well. 

And so he has zero qualms looking after you for the rest of your lives. He waits patiently for you to come out of surgery, arms behind his head in the empty waiting room. He's worried about you. This isn't a painless procedure. 

Footsteps echo down the hallway, but you announce yourself anyways in the doorway. "Handsome!" you say, a lisp to your happy sing-song, "I'm back." 

Aaron doesn't know what to say. He giggles like a kid at your sudden demeanour and sits up properly. "Honey." 

You wobble with the nurse at your back, prompting him onto his feet to take over. "You should remove the gauze in about half an hour when the bleeding has completely stopped. Clean daily with saline, there are instructions in the bag," the nurse says, offering Aaron a white prescription bag. "Okay?" 

"That's perfect. Thank you so much," he says, taking your hand. 

"You're perfect," you say, looking up at Aaron with stars in your eyes. 

The nurse laughs softly as she leaves. Aaron doesn't bother hiding his amusement, grinning at you as he puts his hand between your shoulders to guide you to the front of the building. 

It's busier here. Reception is hectic. Aaron puts his arm more firmly around you to stop people from bumping into you and you again look at him with your starry eyed gaze. "You're very tall," you say. 

"I am," he says. "Though you joke occasionally that I'm shrinking." 

"The only thing getting smaller is your waist," you say, poking at his abdomen, "my champion." 

You're referring to his recent third triathlon success. He's no record setter, but it keeps him active and happy in the summer months, and he can't pretend you don't appreciate the additional definition of his muscle during this time. You like him every month of the year, of course, but with his trim waist comes a certain amount of energy you also appreciate. 

"Completely inappropriate behaviour," he says lightly, waving a short goodbye to the receptionists as he holds open the door for you to pass by. "Next you'll be enacting PDA." 

"You'd like that, huh?" 

Hard to take any notice of you with gauze fluffing your words, and again, he laughs at you. "I'd love that." 

"Well, wait, I'll do it right here–" 

Aaron catches your hands mildly. "In the car first. Kiss after." Your downtrodden expression requires urgent care. "What, that's not okay? You're upset?" 

"No," you lie obviously, glaring down at your feet as you wobble forward. 

"Maybe we can wait until later, then." 

"What?" You gawp. "You just said in the car." 

"I'm teasing you," he says, taking your elbow. "We've been known to do that with one another on occasion. You know I'd happily kiss you anywhere you wanted to be kissed, honey, now watch your step on this curb. Watch your step. Good job." 

You're extremely pleased by his praise, leaning into his arm with your head tipped back. "You're so handsome. Can you kiss me now?" You soften your eyes. 

Alright, you have a little bit of bloody dribble on your bottom lip, and yes, there's this dazed look about you like you've had a mean shock, but you never look at him like this day to day. Perhaps in your more intimate moments, your arms around him when the lights are low, or early, early in the morning when you haven't yet remembered your more timid temperament. But it's so rare. It catches him off guard, how pretty and wanting you look. 

Aaron leans down for a careful kiss, the barest of pressure. 

"And a good kisser," you murmur, turning into his chest for a hug. "I love you, I want you to carry me to the car." 

"Sweetheart, I don't think I can," he says. He's mostly kidding in the depth of his apology, but there are real threads of remorse in his voice, hot as a flame. "Come on. We'll go home, okay?" 

"But you always do everything for me. Everything I ask for." You talk into his chest, likely leaving pink spit on the grey of his quarter zip. He couldn't care less, his arm around you, looking down with equal measures of fondness and surprise. "I had to stop saying I liked things because you kept buying me stuff. I love stuff." 

"Then why did you stop?" he asks quietly. 

"'Cos I know I don't deserve it. Don't deserve you, Aaron, you're the best man I've ever met. Can't believe it."

He savours your mumbling, and begins to walk forward slowly, encouraging you out of his chest as he formulates an answer for your confession with the same gravity. "You can't believe it?" 

"You're a tall glass of water." 

He actually sighs aloud. My girl, he thinks, rubbing your lax shoulder. "Alright. What if I thought the same of you? What then?" 

You giggle infectiously, a stickying sound like you know he's trying to trip you up. "Nice," you say. "We should always be like this." 

When he brings it up later, the extreme effects of your anaesthesia dissipated and your pain revamped, you can't think of anything worse. "I'm mortified," you whisper, your ice pack chilling the top of his arm where you've wedged it, your hand tucked between his thighs in an attempt to stay warm. 

"I quite liked it." 

"You would. You used to flirt with me so aggressively–" 

"Aggressively," he repeats, grinning. 

"–you're lucky I survived it." You sniffle, rubbing your nose into his sleeve. "Was I as intimidating as you are?" 

He presses his lips to the top of your head, not kissing, just there. "No," he says into your skin, "you weren't intimidating at all. Just lovely. It made my day." 

"I'll have to have my teeth taken out more often." 

He snorts. "If you'd rather have more teeth pulled than flirt with me unaided, things are worse than I thought." 

"Don't be like that..." Much quieter, "Will you rub my back again, please?"

Just like that, he's reminded of how much he likes your regular reserved attitude. "Sure, honey. Lean forward."

[greenorangevioletgrass]

the albatross, here to destroy you (a.d.)

Pairing: art donaldson x popstar!reader

Summary: three years, three encounters. First, a chance meeting between two rising stars seeking an escape leaves a handprint on their hearts.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: smoking, language, greek mythology references, hella unresolved sexual tension(!!!), art is highkey a baby and lowkey a brat lol, did i mention unresolved sexual tension?, sooo much pining

Notes: this idea has consumed my waking days for weeks. I contemplated making it a really long fic, but after a long and careful consideration, I have decided to make it a trilogy! Two reasons; a) it’s gonna be really long, and b) I wanted to put Art’s look as a reference in each part lmao. Big up to @ysuftmikey and @tommysparker for being awesome and hearing out my incoherent rambles about this story. But anyway, please comment, reblog, talk to me and tell me what you think about it! Happy reading!

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Part One: London, July 2011.

It was quite an impressive feat. 23-year-old American rising star Art Donaldson had miraculously beat the defending champion-slash-legend Rafael Nadal at the Wimbledon final.

Or so they said.

You don’t know, nor do you care much, to be quite honest. You were basically ordered to attend by your publicist, outfits picked out, hair and makeup team on full throttle only to have you sit pretty on the side of the Centre Court. And now, after milling around and halfheartedly mingling at the afterparty, you decide to give yourself some respite and slip away to the balcony.

“Oh, shit—” the man quickly turns back and stubs his cigarette on the railing, waving away any trace of smoke.

(You say man in a very broad term. He looks more like a teenage boy with that messy blond mop and skittish way about him.)

You raise your hands, showing no threat. “Sorry. Didn’t realize this balcony was taken.”

“Wait, no. Please.” He stops. He sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. The only thing more embarrassing than getting caught smoking was getting caught smoking by a pretty girl. And pretty is… a fucking gross understatement, based on what he was seeing. “Don’t leave on my account.”

“You sure?”

You flash him that soft, understanding smile and he very nearly asks you not to leave, like ever. But fortunately, he’s got enough game to hold his tongue and smile back at you, “There’s more than enough room for both of us here, right?”

Technically, the balcony is big enough for the two of you to stand on opposite corners without even addressing each other. But his fingers are resting on a pack of Marlboro Green, and you bite the inside of your cheek thoughtfully. “And more than enough cigarettes, I hope?”

He’s not sure what he was hoping for, but he sure is surprised to hear you accept his invitation to stay. Gosh, he must’ve looked like an idiot right now. “Sure, of course.”

He slides a cigarette out of the pack as he offers it to you, readily leaning in with his zippo. For a split second, the two of you share a breath in the space that he encloses with one hand as he lights your cigarette. You would be lying if it didn’t make your heart stutter.

“So…” you inhale, taking the nicotine hit to calm your thoughts, “I thought smoking was bad for athletes.”

“I thought smoking was bad for singers too, but I guess it’s less frowned upon, huh?” He murmurs, trying to balance a fresh cigarette off of the side of his lips, smirking at you over the flicker of flame he started.

“Touché.” You lean your back against the railing. It’s an interesting game of chess you’re playing. Each of your reputations precede you and don’t at the same time. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re out here smoking on your own, instead of in there…” Celebrating is left unsaid, although the implied word hangs in big and bold letters.

“Ah well, maybe this is my way of celebrating. We’re allowed one vice every now and again, right?”

You look at him like it’s a bullshit excuse—and it is.

“This is gonna sound insane, but…” he takes a drag, looking out at the landscape before him, “I don’t feel like I should be celebrating.”

You look at him like that bullshit excuse grew a new head.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I worked hard for it and I’m glad it paid off, but…” he flicks the ash on the end of his cigarette three times. “I could’ve been better. Quicker. Won more points earlier. Beat him faster. And until I can do that, I don’t think I deserve a celebration just yet.”

You hum softly. “Sounds like you’re making a Sisyphus out of yourself. That can’t be fun.”

His mouth tugs into a crooked smile, not expecting to be called out like this. “I mean, at least I’m not rolling a boulder up a hill. I’d take tennis over that any day.”

“Yeah, but it seems like tennis is your boulder up a hill.”

“Touché.” He smiles bashfully as he takes a long drag. And then, he offers his hand. “I’m Art Donaldson, by the way.”

It’s a formality at this point. He knows who you are, heard your songs on the radio and saw your face on billboards more times than he can count. Hell, he saw you on the stands in your little Dior sunglasses earlier—and you saw him looking, just for a moment, sweat dripping down his perfect nose and all. But out of courtesy, you tell him your name and accept his handshake.

You pull your hand away, and he almost groans in protest. But again, he holds his horses. “Alright, I’ll bite. If I’m Sisyphus, what does that make you?”

“Oh, definitely Dionysus. Living on wine and theater and good vibes.” You’ve got that shit locked and loaded. It’s obvious that you’ve thought of this before.

“Is that so?” He chuckles. “Well… as long as you don’t sacrifice me to the maenads, right?”

“Can’t promise you that,” you quip back, tapping the gray off of your remaining cigarette. Pleasantly surprised that he doesn’t make the obnoxious remark that Dionysus is also the god of sex, as boys would do. Even more so that he knows enough to know the difference between the sirens and the maenads.

There’s no fighting the raging flush in his cheeks anymore, but he just hopes you would spare him. “Will you at least promise to make it swift?”

It comes out faster than a trainwreck, but without even blinking, the one thing that comes out of your mouth is, “What if I wanna take my time with you?”

Fuck.

The party carries on inside, although Stevie Wonder’s ‘My Cherie Amour’ sounds a mile away. His cigarette smoke comes out in a stuttered huff, as he looks away, not knowing what to do with himself. Eventually, though, he recovers, taking another drag. “It wouldn’t be a terrible way to go, huh?”

“I suppose not.” You sigh into a smile, exuding a flume of smoke through your nose. Shit, he doesn’t know which one is hotter; that, or the lipstick mark on your filter. Or the pensive look as you watch the party through the window.

Oh, he’s down bad.

“So, Dionysus…” he leans out against the railing, flicking ash off his stub one, two, three. “What brings you out here? You a tennis fan?”

“Me? Oh, no. No, I… don’t even really understand how it worked until today,” you admit bashfully. Somehow the truth doesn’t feel so embarrassing, even though you spent the day lying through your teeth. “Not until I saw you play. Which… congrats, by the way.”

“Wow. Thanks.” He’s not sure whether it’s the earnestness in your congratulations, or the fact that the game finally makes sense because of him, but his heart grows three sizes.

“But, yeah, no, my publicist dragged me here kicking and screaming.”

“So you were forced into a party, huh? That’s not very Dionysian of you…” He muses playfully, and those lines on each side of his lips aching to break out into a full smile. And they do. And it warms your heart that those smile lines only emphasizes the way his face lights up. “Nah, I get what you mean. My agent had to drag me out of the locker room to make an ‘appearance.’”

“Yeah, she said something about… shifting into a classier, more grownup image?”

“By watching a couple of dudes hit a ball with a racket?”

“By sitting there and looking pretty. It’s the only reason I’m all decked out in this ridiculous fucking thing,” you look down at your outfit with a grumble. Of all the days you could’ve run into someone cute, you’re in a fucking pantsuit like some middle-aged politician.

“But you do look pretty,” he replies without even blinking.

“Thanks, it’s Ralph Lauren.” You smile faux sweetly. “I believe I’m contractually obligated to say that.”

“Still pretty,” and he means it, lackadaisical smile and all. The ivory cape-like blazer is an interesting cut that goes down to your knees, and it makes you look regal. The cut of the pants makes your legs go for miles. It certainly doesn’t hurt that your off-white shirt is unbuttoned halfway, showing a generous amount of cleavage.

(And hey, he’s still a guy. Can you blame him?)

He has this way of looking at you. Like he’s studying you. It would’ve been unsettling, if he weren’t so fucking beautiful to look at and you don’t mind an excuse to stare back and admire the angular lines on his face. Like Apollo in the moonlight. “What?”

Art taps his cigarette much more deliberately and inhales, exhales out of the side of his mouth, much more deliberately this time. “I think you’re more Aphrodite than Dionysus.”

You take another drag. “How so?”

“First of all, for a god of parties, you don’t like to party all that much,” he grins knowingly, smugly, like he’s proud to have figured you out. But his smile softens, and there’s intensity behind his eyes. “And because you’re beautiful. And dangerous.”

Your mouth twists, pausing for a long moment. To calm yourself. To gather yourself. “But it’s so cliched, though…”

“Well, who would you rather be? Medusa, maybe?” He turns his body, leaning on his side against the railing so he’s fully facing you, and you can’t help but mirror his position.

You raise a forefinger pointedly, French manicured nails on display. “Hey. I think Medusa gets a bad rep. Neptune fucked her over, but she was the one cursed.”

“And what, you think you’re as cursed as Medusa, too?”

You shrug, maybe.

Despite the weight of your answer, he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him. “There’s no way you’re cursed. A curse wouldn’t be so beautiful.”

“But a curse could be deceiving, no?”

“Or maybe it’s a matter of perspective. Maybe you think you’re cursed, even when you might not necessarily be.”

“Oh, just like you’re so inclined to keep pushing your boulder up a hill?”

Art blinks, and sucks his teeth bashfully. Just when he thought he’s got you figured out… Check and mate. “You know, if I didn’t know you any better, I would’ve thought you were some kind of an oracle. Like Cassandra.”

Your eyebrows raise in interest.

“You have this strange, unnerving ability to see right through me. I don���t know if it’s because I’ve had a few drinks, or you’re just very observant, but…” he trails off thoughtfully and then nods like he’s made up his mind. “Cassandra.”

“Cassandra,” you echo quietly. “I like that.”

“Mm-hm. I’d say it’s a very fitting title for you.”

That fond little glint in his eyes is becoming a staple in the way he looks at you. And you don’t ever wanna see it dim. So you speak up again, leaning in conspiratorially. “You wanna hear something funny?”

“What?”

“My parents almost named me Cassandra.”

His jaw drops, dumbstruck. “Shut the fuck up.” His grandmother would have smacked him on the back of his head, knowing the profanity he uses (to a girl he likes, no less). But out of all the things he tried to figure out about her, he never expected to get this one right.

“I shit you not.” You watch him double down laughing, grinning to yourself. “Freaky coincidence, right?”

“Or the Fates working overtime. I’m sure they’d be laughing at us right now.” He looks up at the deep blue sky with a shake of the head.

You wave at the stars, taking a mock bow to your invisible audience. “Thank you. Glad you’re enjoying the show, guys.” The laughter lingers on your lips, and you wonder if it tastes the same on his. “We really are just the court jesters, huh?”

He nods. “Although I wouldn’t mind playing the fool for you.” Maybe it’s the drinks or the cigarettes or the unlikeliest conversation with the most stunning creature he has ever laid eyes on, but at one point, his inhibitions are starting to leave him.

It’s now or never.

The dubious smile that comes out of you is involuntary. He can’t be serious, right? “You are so full of shit, aren’t you?”

“You don’t believe me?”

You look at him like, obviously.

“What are you gonna do, punish me for lying?” There’s that glint again, the bite against the inside of your cheek, and Art steps in.

Your heart catches. He doesn’t feel much like a boy now, inches away from you with a disarming look, his intentions crystal clear. And your head drops for a moment with a wry smile. “You can’t say that to me...”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Because? His grin widens, because for the first time this whole evening, he’s got the upper hand. And he likes it.

“I…” You blink at him, finding yourself cornered. Thankfully, though, your phone comes to the rescue, buzzing in your pocket and popping the tension between you and Art like a balloon. “I’m sorry, do you mind if I—”

“Yeah, sure.” he backs away a step, flashing an understanding smile. He watches you pick up the phone, looking out at the London sky. He would swear up and down that he didn’t mean to eavesdrop. He just loves to watch you gnaw at your lower lip in thought, study your moonbathed profile.

Listen to the sweet, sweet sound of your voice.

“Hi… no, I’m still at the— yeah. I’m not sure… are you still with…? Oh, good. Good, just checking. Say hi to everyone for me... Yeah, I’ll call you when I get back?” You catch Art’s gaze, and your stomach drops as you hear the dreaded words on the line. But again, you’re backed away into a corner. So you look away and say it back, “I love you, too. Bye.”

There it is.

Art really should’ve known this. He should’ve seen it coming. You were way too good to be true, but that doesn’t stop him from getting disappointed. No, his heart breaks on the spot, and he’s pretty sure you can hear it.

(You can’t. But you can see it in his face.)

The silence is awkward. It’s ugly. The steady sounds of cars passing by on the ground feels like it’s right in front of you. For the longest time, the two of you can only look out onto the horizon. Anxiously tracing the outlines of skyscrapers in sight.

He is reeling, like he’s been shaken awake from a dream. “So, I take it you’re taken, huh?”

The look you give him is apologetic, and it kills you as much as it destroys him. “Yeah.”

Art rubs at his jaw like he’s willing himself to say something, anything. “I see you’ve cursed me, then.”

“What?”

It takes him a moment to gather his words. Put together his thoughts in a way that you would understand. He didn’t mean it to sound so damning, but it’s the first thing that comes out. It feels like taking a boulder out of his throat. “By making me like you.”

Oh.

Your face falls. Of course. How cruel of you to play his game, knowing you’re setting him up to lose. “I’m sorry. I never meant to…”

“No, no. I’m not blaming you, I swear,” he quickly interjects. “It’s… not your fault one of us is a fool.” He smiles ruefully at nothing.

“It’s a shame,” you quietly admit.

And even then he can’t be mad at you. Not from the way he looks at you oh so tenderly. “It’s a real shame, love.”

There are no words, no more witty remarks. They’ve all been exhausted out of you. There’s nothing left to exchange but that soft look of resignation. Of defeat.

Of wishful thinking.

The cigarettes have long died out and forgotten, only the filters left between your fingers. Your ashes fall in a big chunk on the railing, while Art’s… have free-dived and dispersed in the muggy night air.

“I should go.” Your voice comes out in a whisper. “Let you go back to your party.”

Art can only nod. He keeps his mouth shut, not trusting himself enough to not beg you to stay.

You reach out, almost pulling back, but you can’t help it. Even if it’s just a nothing hand on his shoulder. “I’ll see you around, Art.”

He covers your hand in his, just for a second. His thumb caressing the back of your hand. His heart is in pieces, but at least he will have this. If nothing else, he will still know how your hand feels in his.

And just as quickly as it happens, it ends. Art doesn’t dare watch you leave. He misses your touch instantly, and the sound of your footsteps, and the door opening and closing follows. As Al Green’s ‘What Am I Gonna Do With Myself’ plays on in the party, Art looks out towards the London sky and lights another cigarette.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Prodigy

Olympique Lyonnais x Teen!Reader

Summary: A slow morning at baggage claim

Two international youngsters are produced out of the Chelsea academy.

One goes to Spain and Barcelona. She plays striker.

The other goes to France and Lyon. You play centreback.

It seemed like fate that everyone would consider you rivals but you don't really care about that. You don't put much effort into looking through media articles.

You have better things to do.

"Hey, y/n! Come back here please!"

You huff, peeling off from Damaris and Ellie to head back to Ada and Wendie. You'd been sitting next to them for the whole flight from France to America.

"I don't want you to get lost. Hand, please."

"Come on!" You complain," I'm not as bad as-" You trail off. You don't say her name.

You think she must be a sore spot for the team after the three goals she scored past them in the Champion's League final. You were meant to be on the pitch that day too but during your last training session, you'd hurt your ankle and had to stay in France.

You give Ada your hand.

You live with her most of the time, although frequent sleepovers at Ellie and Daan's were a must. When Ada is stressed about things, you leave her to decompress by hanging out with Wendie, though you have to prepare yourself every time.

Your Papa is French and you've yet to decide what international team you want to play for. Wendie keeps trying to convince you to pick France.

It's kind of funny to see her try to sneak it into every conversation she can when you sleep over at hers.

Either way, Ada walks you through customs before setting you free in baggage collection.

You're off like a shot, eager to stretch your legs as Damaris and Selma race the luggage carts. Vanessa is on Selma's so you clamber onto Damaris' as she gets a run up and pushes you.

Ellie's acting as the ref and she narrows her eyes as both carts come to a stop.

"She's cheating!" You insist as Vanessa drags the cart forward using her hands. "Cheater!"

Ellie closes her eyes. "I don't see anything."

"Oh, come on!"

It's very early in the morning so there's no one else in the luggage claim, just your team.

You kind of assumed with no one else around that the bags would arrive quicker but clearly not.

You get bored of the game rather quickly and return to your older teammates.

Wendie, Ada and now Lindsey too are sitting on the floor, up against the wall as they wait for the bag carousel to start moving. You don't know who brought out the football but they did.

They're not using it though, just rolling it between them as you approach.

"Ellie's not a very good ref," You tell them," She's helping Vanessa and Selma cheat."

"Do you want to play with the ball?" Lindsey asks and you puff out your cheeks.

"I'm not a baby." You plop down next to her and she ruffles your hair.

"No but you don't do well not doing stuff and I know your phone is dead. Do you want the ball or not?"

You mumble something.

She grins, cupping her ear. "What was that?"

You mumble something again.

Ada and Wendie are grinning now too.

"Sorry. I couldn't hear. You'll have to speak a bit louder."

You glare at her and Wendie snatches the ball. "Go stand over there. Volley is back to me."

Wendie is a centreback. You're a centreback too.

You arrived from Chelsea fresh-faced and worried and Wendie decided you were her little project. She'd told you once, a little tipsy during a team bonding session, that you had the most raw talent she'd seen in a while and that she wanted to see you get better and better.

She trained you every second she could.

"Weaker foot this time," She says to you as you volley the ball back to her.

It's still early. The flight was long but you've suddenly got energy again so you can keep up with her coaching even as she gets up. She changes from throwing the ball at you to kicking it so soon you've both got a good volley going as Ada and Lindsey talk to each other.

"I didn't know Barcelona were doing their preseason here," Ada notes," I thought they'd be in Mexico."

You let the ball drop, turning your head automatically to see the Barcelona girls coming into the baggage claim.

You spot her quickly, just like how you usually do. You could spot her in any crowd.

Wendie spots her too, as does Ada. Both of them lay their hands on your shoulders.

She's across the room with Alexia Putellas though, held back by her backpack when she nearly wanders into a pillar because she's focused on eating her snacks.

You go to move but the hands on your shoulder tighten.

"What?"

Ada purses her lips. "Why don't we sit back down?"

It dawns on you then that Ada and Wendie have seen all the articles, all the articles that insist on the 'bitter rivalry' between you and your daydreamer.

"No-" You say with a little laugh," It's not like that. It's-"

A body barrels into you and lips are on yours in an instant.

You kiss your girlfriend back.

"I missed you!" She says and you peak over her shoulder to see Alexia Putellas and Irene Paredes standing there with their mouths wide open.

You laugh, just knowing Ada and Wendie are the same. "I missed you too!"

"It's so cool we're in the same city again! I've been doing my research and there's this really well-reviewed snack place near her that we should go to!" She tugs on your hand and you dig in your heels.

"Slow down, dreamy," You say," We still need to get our bags!"

"But Ale and Irene said I could go if I took someone with me."

You can hear Alexia Putellas sigh and mutter," I meant someone from our team."

Your girlfriend ignores her.

"Ada? Wendie?" You ask tentatively.

Ada sighs. "Take Daan and Ellie with you. We'll get your bags."

"Thank you!"

Your girlfriend sorts out her own escorts in the form of Ingrid Engen and Mapi León and she pulls you out the door.

You can't resist the teasing words you throw over your shoulder at your girlfriend's captain.

"I'll have her home by midnight!"

[sycamorelibrary754]

Happy Easter

Summary: You are three weeks from your due date, but the thought of you and Natasha missing Easter at the Barton’s farmhouse in Iowa was simply inconceivable. What will you do if your little bundle of joy makes an early, unexpected entrance?

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy belated Easter! I wanted to post this fic on Easter, but there wasn't enough time. This is part 3 of Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas! I recommend reading those stories first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. This was so much fun to write. I hope you enjoy it! 

"Does anyone know where the purple egg dye is?" you inquired, scanning the table as you addressed the Barton kids. "I could have sworn we had two cups of every color." Cooper and Lila were fully engrossed in the Easter egg decorating contest, meticulously crafting their designs, while Nate seemed to relish in using every color available on the table. "Oh, it's on the counter.”

You were just about to rise from the kitchen table, no easy feat at this stage of your pregnancy. It felt like yesterday when you surprised Natasha with your pregnancy at Thanksgiving in front of her family and announced to the team that they would all be aunts and uncles at Tony’s annual Christmas party. Your due date was three weeks away, but missing Easter with Clint’s family in Iowa was out of the question.

“Don’t get up, Y/N. I got it!” Nat said as she jumped up to grab the paper cup of purple egg dye behind you.

"Thanks, sweetheart," you said as Nat placed the cup on the table.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asked as she gently caressed your cheek. "Maybe you should take a break?”

“Nat, I promise I’m okay. Come sit back down and color some Easter eggs with us,” you replied, trying to put your wife at ease. 

Natasha was looking forward to Easter, too, but she was more focused on you and the final weeks of your pregnancy. Dr. Cho had given you the green light to go, with the condition that you'd have daily check-ins by phone and go on bed rest as soon as you returned home.

"Auntie Nat, look at this!" Nate proudly showed off an egg with The Black Widow symbol on it.

"Look, Auntie Nat," you echoed with a smile.

"This is amazing! Maybe I should have you design my next suit instead of Stark," she said.

"Shall we start the judging?" Clint asked as he entered the room with Laura.

"Yep, all set," Cooper confirmed.

"Just a sec," Lila said, focused on decorating her egg. "There, done."

"Where are Yelena and Kate?" Laura asked.

"We're coming!" came a shout from the living room.

"It's not a Fabergé egg, you two, come on!" Nat yelled.

"Tada!" Kate exclaimed, revealing a beautiful purple egg with green and orange stripes.

You whispered to your wife, "So that's where all the purple dye went.”

You placed your egg on the table with all the others. Pink and blue with red polka dots. Symbolic of your current anticipation over the impending arrival of your bundle of joy. You and Nat both agreed you wanted to be surprised.

“Hmmm, this is going to be a tough decision,” Clint said, stroking his chin. “As you all know, you will be judged on creativity, technique, and presentation.”

Walking back and forth in front of the kitchen table, you couldn’t help but giggle at his mock seriousness. 

“Allow me to confer with my fellow judge,” he said. After a few moments of hushed whispers with Laura, Clint returned to the group. “We thank you all for your participation. You all decorated beautiful Easter eggs. The competition was tough this year, but one egg stands head and shoulders above the rest,” pausing for dramatic effect. “The 2024 Barton Easter Egg Decorating Champion is Nathaniel Barton!” 

You shouldn't have spent so much time on the sketches!” Yelena said, slapping Kate on the arm. 

“Yes!!” Nathaniel cheered. 

“You are hereby awarded this Lindt Milk Chocolate Gold Bunny,” his father said, handing him the gold-wrapped chocolate as big as his head.

“That you will share with the rest of the family and not eat in one sitting,” Laura added.

“Aww!” Nathaniel whined. 

*^~^*

You spent the evening on the porch, surrounded by the laughter of the kids playing on the lush green lawn as the sun set over the farm. Laura served her delicious homemade Lemonade as you shared stories and reminisced about old times. The air was filled with nostalgia so vivid that you could almost reach out and touch it. Natasha sat next to you, holding your hand gently, her calloused touch a reminder of the strength and resilience she had acquired through years of training.

You were taken by surprise as you felt the baby begin to kick.

"Wow!" You exclaimed as you gently placed your hand on your belly.

All eyes turned to you. Though unspoken, everyone shared the same nervous anticipation as your wife for the approaching due date.

"Are you alright, malyshka?" Nat asked, her eyes filled with concern as she squeezed your hand.

"I'm okay. The baby is kicking. Here, feel." You said as you took her hand and gently guided it to your stomach, trying to find the right spot. 

“Oh,” Nat squeaked. “I’ll never get used to that feeling.”

“Move aside, sestra; I want to feel my little plemyannitsa or plemyannik.” (Niece or nephew).

Yelena playfully bumped her sister out of the way with her hip and eagerly reached to touch your stomach.

"Wow, that's amazing!" she cried out. "Hey there, little one. I'm Aunt Yelena, and I will spoil you rotten!"

"Have you two settled on a name yet?" Kate inquired.

"No," you sighed. "We just can't seem to agree. Since we both want to be surprised, it's been twice as hard to come up with two names."

"Don't worry, you'll know when you see the little bundle of joy," Laura reassured.

"This wouldn't be an issue if either of you were open to any of the names I've suggested," Yelena added with a grin.

“Yelena is not an option,” Natasha frustratedly replied.

“What about—“ 

“Neither is Alaska! That isn’t even a name!” Your wife is exasperated.

“It could be!” Yelena said. “What about—“

“Or Wolfgang!” Nat interrupted.

“You lack all originality, sestra,” Yelena berated.

^*~*^

The soft glow of the table lamp reflected off your glasses as you delved into the pages of your latest beloved read. You placed your bookmark between the pages at the sound of your wife closing the bathroom door and crawling into bed beside you.

"Did you get a chance to talk to Helen today?" Nat asked as she helped me fluff up my pregnancy pillow.

"Yeah, I did. She was glad to hear that the swelling in my ankles went down and suggested taking a warm bath to help with the discomfort," you replied, shifting to get comfortable against the pillow.

"Mmm, a warm bath does sound amazing," Natasha hummed as she settled down on her side, facing me.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you’d be joining me?” You said softly, with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow.

“Of course I would, detka,” leaning over and kissing your baby bump. 

You gently squeezed Nat's hand, feeling a wave of anticipation as your due date drew near. Thoughts of what your baby would look like and who they would become filled your mind. Would they inherit Nat's fiery red hair, or perhaps have your Y/E/C eyes? The anticipation was almost overwhelming, but knowing that Natasha was by your side made it all feel possible.

"Are you looking forward to the Easter egg hunt tomorrow?" You asked, pulling yourself out of your daydream.

Nat giggled, "You make it sound like I'm the one participating."

"Well, you might as well be. I can never tell who's more excited, you or the kids," you replied.

Natasha glanced down at our intertwined hands and then back up at you. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds.

"I think it's because holidays in my childhood weren’t real. We filled the photo album with fake pictures and empty boxes. But this," looking around at the small details of Clint and Laura’s farmhouse, "Is real, and I’ve always done my best to help ensure that Cooper, Lila, and Nate have everything I didn’t. A carefree childhood filled with love," Natasha explained.

"You’ve done a wonderful job with Clint’s kids, Nat. They love you so much, and I know you’ll be just as amazing with our little one," you said, doing your best to reassure her. “Goodnight, Natasha,” kissing her lips. 

“I hope you're right, detka,” Nat said, kissing your lips in return and laying a hand on your stomach. “Goodnight, malen'kiy (little one).

*^~^*

The following day, you awoke to the sun shining through the window and a soft breeze that caused the curtains to dance gently on the wind. Your back was aching, and you were tired, but you were determined to make it through today. You slipped into the most comfortable maternity outfit you had. Natasha helped you with your shoes, and you both went downstairs to the kitchen. 

“Happy Easter, you two!” Clint said upon seeing you two enter the kitchen. 

You sat down at the kitchen table as Laura placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of you and Nat, along with two glasses of orange juice. The kids were already eating and arguing over who would find the most Easter eggs this afternoon. 

Yelena and Kate walked in a few moments later, clad in bathrobes and their hair disheveled. 

“Against the idea of showering and dressing before breakfast, were you?” Natasha asked.

“Kate Bishop kept me up all night with her snoring, and Lucky and Fanny woke me up by sitting on my face,” Yelena mumbled as she flopped beside you. 

“Hey, that’s how dogs shows affection,” Kate interjected.

“So, I should consider your snoring a Valentine?” Yelena deadpanned. 

After breakfast, the kids ran upstairs to prepare for the Easter egg hunt while Clint got a head start on hiding the eggs. Nathaniel insisted Nat accompany him to help find his Easter basket, but she hesitated to leave you.

“Go ahead, babe. I’m fine.” Motioning for her to follow her namesake. 

“So, how are you really feeling?” Laura asked, now that Nat was no longer in the room. 

You let out a deep sigh, “Tired and sore,” resting your head in your hands. “But this quality time with you all means so much to both of us. I can make it one more day before going on bed rest.”

Laura rubbed her hand softly on your back, “Why don’t you sit in the family room with Kate and Yelena until the fun starts.” 

“Okay, that’s a good idea. Make sure Yelena and Kate haven’t snuck into the Easter candy,” you laughed. 

Laura helped you to your feet and then began to clear the table. As you started to walk, you felt a minor twinging pain in your stomach. You winced but thought nothing of it. With the amount of shifting the baby was doing these days, you had every spasm and cramp in the book. Unfortunately for you, you were in a house full of spies, and Laura picked up your discomfort. She made a mental note to watch you as the day progressed.

*^~^*

"Look, there's one!" Cooper exclaimed, pointing at the leather seat of the tractor in the front yard. He dashed towards it, but Lila beat him by a step. "Ha! Slowpoke," she teased.

From your spot on the porch, you glanced over and saw my wife hoisting Nathaniel onto her shoulders to carefully grab an Easter egg from the crook of an old sycamore tree. 

After about 15 minutes, everyone's baskets were full of eggs. Now came the fun of opening them all. You watched as all three kids dug into their baskets, opening the eggs to find mini Hershey bars, M&M's, jelly beans, or starbursts.

Nathaniel walked over to you and placed an Orange Starburst in your hand. "Here, Aunt Y/N. I know the Orange ones are your favorite."

"Aww, thank you, Nate," you said, kissing his forehead.

As you were about to open the soft toffy candy, a sharp contraction cut through my stomach. “Aaah!” you reached for your stomach as you bent over at the knees. Much stronger than anything you had felt before.

Natasha rushed to your side. “Y/N?! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Reaching for your hand.

"I don’t know," you grunted.

Natasha's voice quivered with anxiety as she tried to rationalize the situation. "This—this can’t be it. We’re still three weeks out," she said, her mind racing with worry. "Maybe it’s just false labor."

That was the moment when your water broke. "Oh God—" you took a sharp breath as another contraction hit.

"Okay, not false labor," Nat conceded.

"It’s okay, Y/N," Laura reassured you calmly, gently taking your hand. "Most first births are a long labor. But we’re going to get you inside, okay?"

You felt a surge of panic. "What? No, no. I can't have the baby here. I'm not ready. We had a birth plan; I don't have my overnight bag!" you started to ramble, the anxiety rising in your voice.

"You're not boarding a Quinjet now. “I'm going to call Helen,” Clint said as he started to run inside.

"What's wrong with Aunt Y/N?” Nathaniel asked.

"Nothing, sweetheart, but the baby is coming a little bit earlier than we thought," Laura said calmly as she and your wife Nat gently guided you up the steps and into the warm and welcoming embrace of the house.

"Cooper and Lila, please grab a soft, warm blanket and clean towels from the linen closet?" Laura called out to the older children, her voice steady and reassuring.

I'l boil some water and tear up some sheets!" Kate announced frantically.

"This isn't Little House on the Prairie," Yelena quipped. She looked at you and Natasha with a warm yet nervous smile. "I’ll call Mom and Dad.”

"I thought you said this was a long process?" you managed to say between deep breaths, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Yes, but there's nothing wrong with being prepared, honey," Laura replied with a comforting smile, her hands steady as she and Nat helped you onto the bed.

Natasha gently grasped your hand and locked eyes with you. "Y/N, look at me," she said reassuringly. “You’re okay, and I'm right here with you. Let's take a deep breath together.”

You took a deep breath, trying to follow Natahsa's lead. The air came out shakily as it moved around the sharp pain of the contraction.

"Do you remember your Lamaze breathing?" Nat asked, her voice calm and reassuring.

"I think so," you replied, trying to focus on the breathing technique you had practiced during the prenatal classes.

*^~^*

Contractions came and went over the next few hours. You were thankful that childbirth was part of the first aid classes all SHIELD recruits were required to take. Otherwise, the prospect of giving birth in a farmhouse in the middle of Iowa would have been more terrifying than it already was. 

You heard the front door open and the screen shut behind it as footsteps hurriedly approached the bedroom. When you saw Dr. Cho, you just about burst into tears. 

Helen! Oh, thank goodness," you exclaimed just as another contraction began, your face twisted in agony.

"Y/N," Helen responded, rushing to your side and gently pushing the sweaty strands of hair away from your eyes. "Clint and Laura briefed me. They said that you're handling this wonderfully. Let me take a moment to set up, and then we'll check your dilation progress.”

Okay," you managed to say, catching your breath. "Where's Bruce?"

He's in Kamar-Taj with Wong. Something about ten rings? I'm not entirely sure, but don't worry, both of you," she reassured, meeting your and Natasha’s fatigued and apprehensive gazes. "I have a backup.”

Thor strode into the room, effortlessly carrying a collection of Helen's equipment that seemed as light as a feather in his hands.

"Thor? What are you doing here?" Natasha asked, clearly puzzled.

Thor glanced at your wife, then at you, then at Laura, and then at Helen.

"Hello, everyone," he said shyly. "I was, uh, Helen and I—Dr. Cho. She invited me for Easter, and we were enjoying a nice glass of Asgardian Mead when—"

"When Clint called," Helen finished. "Anyway, he's here to help, right?"

"Of course," Thor replied. "I've never witnessed a human birth before, but I've been present for the births of many Gods and am well-versed in many newborn blessings."

You and Natasha locked eyes, your nervousness quickly replaced with gratitude as you realized the significance of having another close friend by your side during this pivotal moment in your lives.

Natasha expressed her gratitude to Thor, finally breaking the silence. "We're both thankful that you're here," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. 

You nodded in agreement, silently acknowledging the sentiment.

"It's my pleasure, ladies," Thor replied warmly.

“Thor, can you bring the rest of my equipment in from the Quinjet while I check to see how far Y/N is dilated?” Helen asked.

“Sure, and do either of you need anything? He asked.

Some ice chips would be great, you said in a tired voice. “Thank you.”

“Water,” Natasha said.

Shortly after Thor departed, Yelena entered, engaging in small talk as they crossed paths in the hallway. "What's the God of muscles doing here?" she inquired.

"It's a long story," Helen responded.

"I spoke with Melina. She and Alexi are en route and should arrive by morning. At least, I think that's what she said. It was hard to hear her over Alexi's ecstatic screams in the background."

"Okay, Y/N, you've done most of the hard work in my absence. You're just about at 10 centimeters. It’s time to start pushing. You two are going to parents soon," Helen announced with a smile.

“Oh my God,” you said, looking over at Natasha. 

“Hey,” your wife said, running her hand through your hair, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said.

*^~^*

“Push. Push, just a little more! Come on, push for five seconds. 5…4…” Helen counted down.

Gasping for air, you exclaimed, '3-2-1 oh!!' as you fought to catch your breath.

Thor gently wiped away the sweat from your forehead with a cloth.

“You're doing great, Y/N. The next contraction should be coming in about twenty seconds," Helen encouraged, glancing at the monitor. 

“I can’t,” you cried. “I can’t push anymore, I can’t.”

Natasha reassured you, "Yes, you can, Y/N. You're so close," she reached out and firmly took hold of your hand.

“Oh God, twenty seconds, my ass!” You shouted.

Natasha screamed in pain and fell to her knees beside you as you squeezed her hand. “Fuck, detka!”

"Here, Lady Y/N," Thor said, taking her hand in his, "Give my hand a good squeeze; you won't hurt me. And when you reminisce on this moment, you will remember that a God has faith in you. You can do this!" Thor's voice was solid and reassuring, his eyes filled with genuine belief in your strength.

Your eyes shone with tears as you held Thor's hand tightly, feeling the strength in his grip while Natasha enveloped you, her arm supporting your back.

I can see the baby's head. Are you ready to push one more time, honey?” Helen asked, “Here we go, on three: 1... 2... 3!”

You let out a final scream and then collapsed back onto the pillows, trying to catch your breath. As the room fell silent, the innocent cries of your and Natasha’s baby filled the air.

"It's a boy!" Helen exclaimed with joy.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Natasha, who was also crying. It was more emotion than you had ever seen Natasha show before.

Helen held up your son for both of you to admire. His little head was adorned with the beginnings of red hair. 

"He's absolutely perfect," Nat exclaimed with a radiant smile as she affectionately kissed your temple.

Thor carefully cut the umbilical cord, and then Helen gently passed the newborn over to Laura, who began to clean him up. 

Overwhelmed with emotion, you exclaimed, "He's so tiny! Where'd he go?"

Natasha reassured you, "It's okay. They're just wrapping him up," as she wiped away her tears. Concerned for the baby's well-being, you cautioned, "Okay, well, be careful with him. He's really tiny!”

Moments later, Laura tenderly announced, "Here he is," and placed your precious son on your bare chest, swathed in a soft blanket.

"Hi, baby boy," you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I know you."

As your voice reached his ears, his little Y/E/C irises opened, revealing a world of innocence and wonder.

At that moment, gazing at your son, you experienced a love so profound it felt as though your heart had been laid bare.

Natasha tenderly kissed his head and softly murmured, “Dobro pozhalovat' v mir, moy malen'kiy mal'chik.” (Welcome to the world, my little boy).

We’ll give you a few minutes," Helen said with a reassuring smile as she closed the door behind her. In the serene stillness that followed, the only sound was the gentle cooing of your precious newborn son.

“I can't believe he's finally here,” you said.

"I know. He’s so beautiful," Natasha said, her gaze fixed on the newborn.

"It looks like he’s going to take after his Mama," you chuckled, running your hand over the delicate red hairs sprouting from his scalp.

"Yes, but look at his eyes—sparkling Y/E/C like yours. Wow," Nat said.

You remarked, "I guess this narrows the names down, then."

Nat sighed in relief, "Thank goodness I don't have to explain to my sister why we didn't choose Yelena."

Looking into your wife's eyes, you asked, "So what do you think?"

*^~^*

A short while later, a gentle knock on the door signaled Helen's arrival as she peeked inside. "Hey, you three. I need to conduct a few routine tests, and there are some eager people outside who can't wait to meet your son."

"Please, come on in, everyone," you welcomed them.

You couldn't hold back the tears as you witnessed the heartfelt expressions on their faces as they laid eyes on your baby boy. It was as if he instantly captivated them, just as you were when you first saw him.

"Oh, my goodness," Laura exclaimed as Clint enveloped Natasha tightly. Tears glistened in his eyes as he held his best friend close.

"He's beautiful, Natasha," Yelena said, her eyes brimming with tears. "Privet, malen'kiy plemyannik," she whispered (hello, my little nephew).

"He's so cute, Y/N! Oh my gosh," Kate exclaimed as your son wrapped his tiny hand around your finger.

"He is lovely," Thor added, his voice filled with warmth. "Strong and brave, like his mothers."

Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel gathered around you, admiring the newborn in your arms.

"Everyone," Natasha began, her hand resting lovingly on your back. "We have someone special we'd like you to meet.”

“This is Nikolai Odison Romanoff," you announced with a proud smile.

"Nikolai! What a beautiful first name," Clint exclaimed, wiping his eyes. "It suits him perfectly."

"Oh, my, Odison," Thor said wide-eyed. "Ladies, this is an honor fit for someone else. I wasn't even supposed to be here, I—" 

"But you were, Thor. You were here when I needed someone the most," you said, looking at him with gratitude. "We'll never forget what you did for us."

The God of Thunder exhaled, visibly touched by your kind words. "I'm truly honored, Y/N. Thank you," he said, kissing your cheek.

Excuse me, ladies," Helen said, "May I borrow him for a moment? We'll be right back.”

Nikolai began to cry at the loss of contact with you, and the sound tugged at both your and Natasha's heartstrings. "It's okay, little one. It's okay," Helen soothed him. 

Then, looking up at your wife, you added, "There is something else we wanted to ask. 

“Clint and Laura, we would be honored if you would be Nikolai’s godparents,” Natasha said.

“Of course!” Clint declared.

“Nothing would make us happier,” Laura added.”

The couple hugged you both in appreciation as Helen returned with Nikolai. 

“You have a healthy little boy on your hands! Born March 31st, 2024 at 7:23pm. He weighs five pounds and eight ounces and measures 16.5 inches long," she said as she gently placed your son in Natasha’s arms. "He's a bit small, but that is because he was impatient and arrived a bit early," Helen explained with a warm smile. "Nothing to worry about.”

Natasha cradled the baby in her arms, swaying gently back and forth as a soft yawn slipped from his tiny lips.

“We’ll spend the night here, but I want to bring Mom and Nikolai back to the compound tomorrow. I want to perform a thorough examination in my lab before sending you all home.” Helen explained.

"Of course, whatever you think is best," you agreed.

Natasha nodded in approval before a sudden realization struck her. "Oh, Mom and Dad! They're on their way here."

"They can join us if you'd like," Helen suggested.

"That would be great," you said. "Right, Nat?"

"Yeah, great," Natasha said, her mind racing as she tried to imagine the chaos of the Quinjet flight home with Alexi and Melina.

Yelena couldn't help but burst into laughter, fully aware of what her sister was thinking, until Kate elbowed her in the ribs.

"We'll leave you all to get some rest," Helen said. "I'll be outside if you need anything, and I'll be back in a little while to help you with breastfeeding him.”

"Thank you, Helen, and all of you, for everything," you said, feeling the exhaustion and emotions of the day overwhelming you as tears began to fall.

After exchanging warm embraces, everyone exited the room, leaving you and Natasha in peaceful solitude with your precious newborn son, savoring the tender moment.

Natasha gently settled Nikolai in Nathaniel's bassinet, a family heirloom lovingly retrieved from storage by Clint and Laura. As your little one drifted into a peaceful slumber, you both couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of life, watching his tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. It was a moment you never wanted to forget.

“Rest, detka. I'll take care of Nikolai," Nat offered, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

"I can stay up; it's fine. You should rest," you insisted, determined to take responsibility.

"Y/N, you've just brought new life into the world. You deserve to rest for the rest of your life," Nat chuckled, her eyes filled with affection and concern.

She settled beside you on the bed and enveloped you in a comforting embrace.

"Look at your face," Nat suddenly remarked, her expression softening with genuine admiration.

"I must look a mess," you replied, a tired smile tugging at your lips.

"No, Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful," Nat insisted, her words filled with sincerity. "I've never seen your face more radiant than it is right now.

Natasha's soft lips met yours in a tender kiss, and in that moment, you felt the truth of her words resonate deep within you.

*^~^*

The following day, Laura prepared a delicious breakfast and brought it to you and Natasha in bed. Both of you had barely gotten any sleep with Nikolai waking up every couple of hours. Despite feeling utterly exhausted, you didn't mind one bit. This weariness stemmed from the joy of caring for your precious newborn son on his very first night.

Twenty minutes later, the tranquil moment was interrupted by familiar voices outside. Natasha gently pulled the curtain back to glimpse her parents making their way up the front porch steps.

Yelena strode into the room with her arms folded and a mischievous smile on her lips. "Brace yourselves," she teased, "The grandparents have arrived.”

"Where's my little guy?" Alexi eagerly shouted as he entered the room.

"Shh!" Natasha hushed him with a grin, motioning to Nikolai nestled in her arms. "Oh, look at him!" Alexi whispered in awe. 

"Mom, Dad, this is Nikolai,” Nat said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"He's beautiful, Natalia," Melina murmured.

"May I hold him? I washed my hands," Alexi asked eagerly.

"Of course," you replied, carefully passing the baby to Alexi. The sight of the mighty Red Guardian tenderly cradling your newborn son made you smile.

"Hello, Nikolai. I'm your dedushka," Alexi said affectionately. "You're so adorable; yes, you are."

As he spoke, Nikolai slowly opened his eyes, and you could have sworn you saw your father-in-law's heart swell with love. 

Alexi gently placed the baby in Melina’s arms. Your mother-in-law had always been a complex and enigmatic figure. She was one of the longest-tenured widows, and her resilience made her one of the strongest women in your eyes. As she cradled your newborn son in her arms, a single tear traced its way down her cheek, revealing a depth of emotion and vulnerability that you had never seen before.

Yelena inched toward you and whispered, “He won them over faster than you did.” 

*^~^*

The next morning, Thor joined in to assist with packing while Clint hurried to the store to purchase an infant car seat for Nikolai. You were a family of two when you arrived, and you were leaving a family of three.

After a swift diaper change, Natasha placed your precious bundle of joy in his carrier. "Time to head home, Nik," you said, taking his tiny hand in yours. 

You bid farewell to everyone and securely placed Nikolai's carrier beside you on the Quinjet.

Nat smiled as she prepared the Quinjet for takeoff. Your first Quinjet ride," she said. "You're already an overachiever, moy sladkiy mal'chik" (my sweet little boy).

Your phone suddenly vibrates with a flurry of notifications.

"The team group chat is blowing up, sweetheart," showing Natasha your phone.

Nick Fury: Congratulations on the arrival of your precious son, Nikolai! It's heartwarming to see the Avengers family welcoming the newest member. Everyone at SHIELD looks forward to meeting him and supporting you and Natasha.

Steve Rogers: Hey, Y/N and Nat, huge congratulations! I'm so excited to meet Nikolai, the newest addition to our Avenger family. 🎖️

Wanda Maximoff: Congratulations to you both! All those cliches, those things you hear about having a baby and motherhood—all of them are true. Motherhood is the most beautiful things you will ever experience. I’ll drop off some food for you both in the morning. 🥰

Clint Barton: Hey, Y/N! Make sure Nikolai is securely fastened in his infant carrier. I hope he sleeps the whole way back. If he gets fussy, ask FRIDAY to turn on the cabin pressure stabilization. It's a feature I insisted Stark add to the Quinjet after SHIELD found out I had kids. You're welcome. 😏

Laura Barton: I know things didn't go as planned, but I'm grateful we could share in your special day, Y/N. Nikolai is absolutely beautiful! Please let Nat know that I'll give her a call tomorrow. 😊

Tony Stark: Rushman! Y/L/N! Congratulations on the arrival of your precious son. Nikolai will bring you endless joy and fulfillment and become your favorite reason to lose sleep for the rest of your lives. 😉

Pepper Stark: Congratulations, you two! I'm so happy for you and Nat. I can only imagine how incredible it must feel to look into Nikolai's eyes and feel like everything is right in the world. Please don't hesitate to reach out if there's anything I can do to help. Sending lots of love! ❤️

Bruce Banner: I'm truly sorry I couldn't be there; I’m thrilled for you and Natasha. I can't wait to meet Nikolai! 💚

Maria Hill: Congratulations, Y/N and Nat, on the arrival of baby Nikolai Odison! I can't wait to meet the little bundle of joy and see those tiny fingers and toes. The name Nikolai Odison Romanoff is absolutely beautiful. I spoke with Thor this morning, and the honor deeply moved him. 🥹

Thor Odinson: I am incredibly grateful to have been present for the birth of your son, Nikolai Odison Romanoff. Your decision to include me in this momentous occasion is a great honor, and I want to assure you that I will always be there to support and care for all of you. The arrival of Nikolai is a joyous event, and I am committed to being a steadfast presence in his life. ⚡

Peter Parker: Y/N! Congratulations on the arrival of Nikolai! I'm so thrilled for you and Nat. What does he look like? Does he have your hair or Natasha’s? What color are his eyes? I'm already thinking about all the adventures we'll have with him. I'm going to text Nat right now. I can't wait to meet him! 💙

Yelena Belova: Give my little nephew a kiss and hug from me. Also, heads up - Mom and Dad are considering staying with you for eight weeks to help care for Nikolai. Happy Parenting! 😂

Kate Bishop: Yelena is sitting next to me, and she can't stop laughing, so I'm going to assume that everything is going well. Please give Nikolai a kiss and hug from me! 🩵

*^~^*

You and Natasha stood together at the front of the Quinjet, the hum of the engines surrounding you as the aircraft soared safely through the sky. 

“Nikolai is sound asleep. I don't think your parents have taken their eyes off our son since they got here,” turning around to see Melina and Alexi lovingly admiring their grandson. 

Nat lovingly reached for your hand. “Our son,” she repeated with a big smile.

Nat took her place in the pilot's seat and turned off the autopilot as you settled in beside her.

"Come on, Y/N. Let’s go home.”

[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 2 * mv1

you were in the middle of eating dinner alone when you got the feeling of getting punched in the gut

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: i specialise in angst and heartbreak so B)

notes: man i shouldve just written this when my breakup was fresh, because when i tell you my heart was BROKE… (i love oversharing)

(prev) // (next)

your eyes are glued to your phone in your hand, as the other works the chopsticks to grab yourself some noodles. the tv is switched on in the background for some background noise.

the deafening silence in your apartment has haunted you for the past weeks since the breakup. to battle it, the tv is always turned on in your presence to keep you grounded.

you’ve been on instagram scrolling for about 5 minutes when a strange sensation hits you in your stomach. your throat feels weird, and your arms slowly start to feel numb.

you put the chopsticks down onto the plate that sat peacefully on your coffee table. you take a deep breath and lay your phone down on the carpet, looking around the emptiness of your apartment.

it’s the sudden realisation that you almost didn’t have a place to stay after the breakup. you had sublet the apartment your sister when you moved into max’s, and since she got engaged to her boyfriend and bought their own place, you’ve thought about putting it back on the market.

good thing you hadn’t.

it’s the weird void you felt in your chest sitting here all by yourself. being alone has never felt so definite until now.

the silence that creeps up on you every waking moment you’re in here miserably haunts you. you miss the sounds of clicking from max’s driving simulator, or the random clangs of things when the cats were in a mood, and the mews that conveyed dissatisfaction from the food bowl being empty.

your apartment is barely a shell of the home you’ve gotten used to.

you come home to nothing every day. no cats with their affectionate head rubs against your feet, and absolutely no loving boyfriend at the door whose hands cup your cheeks while he greets you with a loving kiss to your lips.

“-max verstappen scores at least three points in the sprint on saturday evening in losail, he will be crowned 2023’s champion.”

the mention of the name makes you lift your head to the tv. there’s your ex-boyfriend in all his glory, spraying champagne and having fun.

being this hung up about the breakup feels almost illegal; like you had the least right out of everyone to be so heartbroken, seeing as you did initiate it.

your phone lights up, notifications from alexandra and kika flooding your lock screen. you admire their determination — you haven’t picked up their calls and responded to text messages in almost 4 days.

you sigh and turn your head, eyes landing on the framed picture of you with the cats. you miss them terribly, almost as much as you miss the man himself. but it’s way more complicated than just dropping by into your old home to visit the cats.

victoria has mentioned to you that it’s no problem if you do in the week, since max is away for a race. you just couldn’t handle the thought to even be in that apartment. you’d just miss him way too much, and you would fold immediately.

but the constant fights that occurred towards the end of your relationship keeps reminding you to stay away. it’s unfair to keep holding on when it hurts you both.

your eyes linger on the frame that’s faced down on your entertainment centre. you have the picture in it memorised: you and max in abu dhabi under the fireworks when he won his first championship.

it was when he had first said he loved you.

how did it dwindle down so quickly? you could have sworn max was everything you wanted in a person. how did his little quirks you once loved about him be the same thing that drew you away?

you glance at the tv screen, the reporter moving on to other news. you’re holding your own hands back from chucking the tv remote at it.

“oh, god,” you mutter to yourself. the tv screen blacks out when you press the button on the remote.

you rub your forehead in frustration, feeling a headache creeping up from the back of your head. it’s the result from crying right before dinner.

the doorbell stops you from grabbing the faced down picture frame to hug— a habit you’ve gotten used to when you and max were separated due to work.

you tilt your head, eyebrows furrowing as you scramble to your feet. you push yourself off the floor and basically drag yourself over without asking who it is.

though, there’s a slight hope sparking up in your chest. could it be?

you unlock the door quickly, a small smile still stretching on your face when you realise who it is. it’s alexandra and kika, plastic bags decorating their hands and arms as they smile sadly at you.

“you really didn’t have to,” you frown, stepping aside and gesturing for them to come in.

“we can’t leave you all by yourself,” alexandra smiles, making a sharp turn for the kitchen.

you follow behind the pair, plastic bags laid down on the table slowly. it’s only then you realise the overnight bags on their shoulders, now neatly piled by the couch.

kika pulls out a bottle from a plastic bag, presenting it to you from where she is with a grin. “i am hoping you like red.”

“if you don’t,” alexandra pauses, taking out another bottle from another, “we have white wine.” she puts it down onto the table, slowly taking out bags of chips and tubs of ice cream. “but if you don’t feel like drinking, we have junk food.”

“we can eat our body weight,” kika smiles at you.

you frown, tears welling in your eyes at their thoughtfulness. “thank you,” you manage to huff out as your tears start falling out of your eyes. “this means so much to me.”

asking max for a breakup was never part of the plan that night. you still don’t even know where it came from because you know that you still want to be with him.

but when his silence filled the tiny room, eyes barely being able to meet yours, you knew that you basically had your answer. you didn’t fight for it any more after seeing the lifeless eyes that once used to be so bright.

maybe he had been beating around the bush. maybe he couldn’t bring himself to be the one to ask you for a breakup.

maybe you asking for it brought him relief, freeing him from the shackles of your deteriorating relationship.

in the flight back home, you were afraid that no one could ever love you as much as max did. but here are your friends, coming over unannounced to take care of you, despite the fact that you’ve been ignoring them.

kika and alexandra engulf you in a hug, one hand patting your hair and the other rubbing circles on your back. “we’re always here for you.”

[andcars]

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premise. you're a singer invited to watch the formula one race. a lot of people think you aren't interested in the sport at all—which is kinda true. but you're really only here to root for one of the drivers.

prompt # ㅤmale reader, secret relationship, famous reader, [ "Take it slow—shit! You're eager" ]

tags #ㅤsemi-public sex, talked to like a princess; fucked like a whore, world champion daniel ricciardo, renault daniel ricciardo (but age of current danny ric), happy trails make a happy man, implied shoey, soft ending, semi-unprepared sex, saliva(?) play, licking, sweat kink (reader receiving), light body worship

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It’s a classic. You’re that guy who loves to be on the slow side of things—exploring different fields, experimenting shapes and colours, never sticking to a location—and he takes things almost too fast.

Everyone thinks that you don’t like sports—you don’t, truly. You need to make that clear. Yet, your eyes drift towards the lightweight car driving in odd loops. It’s just cars. Yet the sport is less about the facts and more about the heart, isn’t it?

The fact is: you’re soft spoken.

Your heart says: you yearn for the man on pole right now.

The black-yellow car passes everyone. From the Renault garage, you're watching with detached excitement. You're sure that the camera will catch you grinning wide yet looking confused most of the time. Still, the race was entertaining enough.

With heart clenching corners, you watch as the man on pole defends his position from the others. And somewhere after, he fucks risks and breaks late—which apparently got him an advantage. At least that's what the overeager commentators were saying.

The race couldn't have gone quicker. You get to see quickly how fast your lover 'pits' (changing tyres, you think?). Apparently, it wasn't fast enough. Though from your perspective, it was pretty fucking quick.

Nonetheless, the race seems almost flawless. With the remaining laps lessening by the minute, he quickly advances

Speed wasn't really your thing. The greatest thing in life for you is the serene moments in the trail. As Daniel Ricciardo crosses the finish line, you know that you're the only thing that he slows down for.

"Here in Austin, Daniel Ricciardo wins home his first championship. An incredible race for the Australian driver." The loud commentator booms in your ears but you're almost crying from the happiness you see on Daniel's face.

The stupid cheek-to-cheek grin, the untying of his shoes, the absolute joy in his face for pouring champagne in his—Jesus, what is he doing?

It's truly official. You're dating a weirdo.

Soon, you're pulled away from the garage and being ushered to the media pen for an interview. You know enough that, technically, you shouldn't be here. But it was something about celebrity work that you are also being interviewed here.

"Lovely to see you on the paddock," someone said, you're unsure if they even know your name.

"Yeah." You nod at him, a bit awkward, "I've been following Formula One for a bit but not a lot. It's another experience watching it live."

"Have a favourite driver?"

It's obvious that he thinks you're clueless about F1. Which is, by the way, fair.

"Yeah, Daniel Ricciardo definitely has been one up on my list. Heard he's switching to Red Bull with Max Verstappen so uh, kinda excited to see how that goes."

Those bad ass scenes you watch in those POV videos feels like this. Little less music, though. Still, his face looks out of place as he listened to your answer. It might not be a lot but it's more than other celebrities' answers, you presume.

"Heard you're releasing another album," oh, so he does know you. "This is a new step for you—apparently it's more pop music than your usual R&B."

"Yeah, right," he's not even paying attention to you anymore, distracted by something behind you, "Think it's timed perfectly with me learning some new things in Formula 1, you know? Just new experiences and all that. But I have been a fan for quite a while, so it's still not that super new to me. Similar with pop."

"Well, you're not the only one here who's a fan, it seems."

Behind you, Daniel Ricciardo wears an over-exaggerated face, smile eye-to-eye and hands covering his squealing mouth. You have half the mind to punch him.

"Omagash-omagash-omagash-omagash!" He screeched, jumping up and down—to which you laugh at.

“Hello there,” he fanboys, as if you don’t let him spread your legs after races. “Hi.”

His hand is on his heart, acting as if he needs to calm himself, “I’m such a huge fan. I know all of your songs from heart.”

“Yeah? You wanna join me in my interview?”

Daniel gasps, stepping hesitantly as if it’s such an honor to be standing next to you. You think about how he should apply to some acting classes to improve.

“Welcome, Daniel,” you remember that his idiocy is being broadcast when the interviewer spoke again. “It’s an honor to watch you win your first Formula One championship. With the rollercoaster of a season—“ looking at him, he’s already looking at you—“would you say there were little miracles that helped you win tonight?”

The question is directed to Daniel. Daniel is directed towards you. It's almost embarrassing how he is just not listening to the question. You tried not to look at him but from the corner of your eye, he's screaming your name with just a gaze.

"Daniel?" He snapped to the camera.

"Yeah, sorry," he laughs. "Question... miracle? Sorry, what?"

Awkward air was attempted to be fanned by the laughter from the three of you. It was an attempt for sure. Daniel scratched the back of his head as the question was asked again. You weren't sure if you're dismissed from this conversation now.

"Think we all got little miracles around us. Still, the team did a good job from the crash in Monza. Think if they hadn't repaired it in good shape, I'd be driving a truck.

"Ah, I do have miracles right beside me though. You know, my loved ones," his eyes are addicted to you, "You know that, right? Feeling blessed when they're watching you succeed?"

You can't muster a proper response. If you rewatch this interview, you'd probably see your flustered face in the camera. To save yourself from spluttering, you just nod and say, "Yeah," while laughing.

God, you love this man.

A few minutes later...

Jesus, you hate this man.

"I know, just quickly," he's smiling and grinning against your skin as he hastily takes off the rest of his suit. His tank top is left on while his pants are pulled down to his knees.

A groan leaves you for the sake of your pride. "Sure you can't wait to the hotel room?"

He's shaking his head in your neck. A sharp bite just underneath the collar of your top comes in. "Mm, you know I love you too much. And our post race brief will be shit to handle, babe."

It's embarassing how quickly you can forgive him just from the tone of his voice. It's rich and deep, vibrating against your skin. He sounds straight out of an erotic book. His short breaths, the warmth of the air and the feather like touches only amplify the arousal fogging the storage room.

It's small. So you can safely say you're suffocating in horniness.

You feel it more than anything else. His hot cock is grinding against your clothed ass. The hem of the underwear being pulled with each thrust of his dry cock against you—shit.

"Daniel," you push him off, "I'm not fucking you dry."

"You aren't," he tells you. You look at him and you can see the playful turn of his mouth. He doesn't say another word. Yet, his eyes briefly glance downward, a lick of his lips, and a tilt of his head is enough to tell he wants a blowjob.

Jeez. Both amusement and the gutteral urge to suck his cock fight inside of you, "You know that my saliva isn't enough, right?"

He laughs. Defeated, he pulls a small bottle of lube from his race pants. First of all, they had pockets? Second of all, when the fuck did this man decide to be this prepared?

"You're a tease," you reach for it—immediately denied as he used his height against you.

Daniel shakes his head, letting out 'tsk's. Before you could retaliate, he places his hand on your shoulder and lulls you down. The slow push to your knees and the view of his proud smile is a sight to cum to. His cock twitches in agreement, most likely loving to see you sink down like a slut awaiting for a reward.

There's no time to complain (not like you want to, anyways). Your lips are eager to part and mouth at the head. The taste of his win is still on him. Victory, champagne, and sweat is all you get just from this. He moans when your tongue plays at the frenulum on the underside of his cock.

His hips buckle, causing you to gag out of surprise. Hand now on your hair, he controls the pace as he rubs the head of his cock on your tongue repeatedly.

"Fuck..." he groans, lost in his own pleasure, "You suck cock like a fucking slut. If only your fans could see how you wanna get fucked by me so bad."

He's purposely teasing you when you can't speak. Both hands on your head, he's fucking deeper into your throat. "Shit, yeah," he moans, "Smart mouth only for sucking my cock, baby. So fucking good just like this."

Every thrust he does, he fucks himself deeper and deeper in your mouth. You're getting intoxicated by his musk and the way his happy trail brushes against your nose. It's like he's trying to bury you between his legs so that he could keep you as his cock warmer.

"Good fucking boy, God..." he throws his head back, enjoying how your throat tightens around him as your tongue rubs all it can around the shaft.

You're caught off guard when he pulls all the way out. "Mmph... Daniel," you pant, "Shit. Fuck."

His cock is dripping with your saliva. You try not to moan at the sight but you're ogling it anyways. With a hand on his cock, he slaps it on your bottom lip and a small whine escapes.

"Like that?" he asks as if he doesn't already know the answer. "So fucking wet already, I should just fuck you like this."

He runs his mouth faster than his car sometimes. Pulling yourself off the floor, you meet his lips. It’s hungry and almost devouring. As if it was recited, you both find yourselves with your back to the wall and a leg around his waist. The last remains of your clothes are gone. He’s pressing against you, his cock just barely teasing your rim.

“Daniel?” you breathe his name in the kiss. He lets out a breathy moan in response—“Shut the fuck up and fuck me”

That gets the message delivered. Daniel laughs as his lips pull away to trace his tongue around your face. It’s like his own technique. He laps at the sweaty skin, completely unbothered and rather entranced. He’s pouring more lube around his cock and using the rest on his fingers. 

The clock is ticking. You let out a groan when two fingers enter you suddenly. The push is more pleasurable than painful. He feels warm around you and the vents in this room isn’t enough to cool you both. It’s hot. He’s fucking you quickly while grinding his cock against your thigh like he wants more.

Your face is drenched. In any scenario, you would tell him off. But like this, he’s breathing heavy against your skin. You can hear him groan and grunt as if he’s the one getting off from this. You briefly get reminded of the dog you always wanted. Maybe comparing your boyfriend to a dog isn’t the best idea.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, resting his mouth by your earlobe, “I’m gonna put it in, yeah? Gotta rush.”

He just wants to stick it in.

"Danny, wait—fuck! Slow down..."

Your legs try to close around him—his hands hold your knees up to fix the position. You’re probably going to fall. He wants to hold you up like this, fuck you like this, keep you on his cock just like this.

The stretch had your head hitting the wall. It burns just the right way. Daniel is acting like a virgin with how much he’s enjoying all of this. You’re not sure if it’s because of the lack of preparation or the thought that you would be caught any time.

Either way, he fucks you much more animalistic than before. You’re not a moaner, but your breathing gets heavier as little punched out moans escape your parted lips. He fucks you too fast-too rough. Every thrust has your body jumping. 

“Good fucking boy,” Daniel moans, “so pretty, so fucking tight. Letting me—yeah, shit…”

Whatever he says doesn’t matter. He’s blabbering nonsense as he’s getting close. All the teasing, all the non-existent distance, all the cameras only increasing his arousal for you. It all comes out in his frantic pace.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum!” Both of his arms secure your waist, holding you like he would with a toy. “Gonna make me cum so quick. Such a good slut—my favourite boy.”

You associate the drawn out groans with him cumming. His movement slows, opting for deeper thrusts. A hand comes down to jerk your cock to your own completion, shaking from his eagerness.

His name is on your tongue when spurts of cum leave. It’s embarassing how you dirty both of your torsos with your spent.

Daniel’s laugh is vibrating through your skin. You wince when he decides to give a playful nib at your earlobe. “Sorry,” he lies, kissing the back of your ear like it would heal you. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

Trying to find the words are hard. “You—you act like you only date me to fuck me.”

He memorised your joking tone along with the taste of you. “Well, you only date me to fuck me too.”

“No,” your legs slowly drop, “I fuck you to get more exposure in sports.”

@delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @jamie2305

FOOTNOTE ────── finally broke out the writing slump w/ this one ! hope i reach the riccy d's girls w this one . cuz uh, me too

[yeeterthek33per]

Jealousy's a B**** (Steph Catley x Reader x Caitlin Foord)

A/n So this is officially my fifth attempt at this, I've accidentally managed to post it twice, way too early, and I'm honestly still not happy with it.

Also, sorry it took so long, y'all. 😅

But yeah, Caitley Fluff. (Caitley? Staitlin? Stetlin? Coord? Catoord? Fortley? Footley?)

Caitlin's been acting weird lately.

She's more clingy than usual, hands finding some part of you whenever you're just feet from each other.

You're sure Steph's noticed it too, but she hasn't said anything either. Just that she has a knowing look on her face whenever Caitlin latches onto you for the fifth time in an hour.

Normally, you wouldn't have minded, but when she does it at training... it gets a little distracting.

Particularly when practising marking for corners. It feels like she uses every opportunity to be pressed against you. She goes out of her way to mark you, to be the first to mark you despite not even sharing positions.

Her hands find your waist, gripping you tightly, and you have to smack them away with red cheeks so that you avoid being both held in place and also teased by the others.

She doesn't do it with Steph as much, but it's still prominent when you aren't a part of the drill.

Usually, you're pretty observant of anything going on with your girlfriends, but this has you completely befuddled.

Well.

That is until the game against Chelsea.

It'd been rough from the start, both teams eager to get the london derby underway from the start of the season, eager to see who could test the other the most in the coming days.

With Arsenal out of the Champions league, this was the most important game for your team to win. Arsenal needed to set itself up for precendence early.

With that came physicality. And fast. Every opportunity for a header was met with being held down by the waist. Every time you had the ball, it was met with a slide tackle. Every run was met with being held back by the arm or your shirt.

It was getting on your last nerve.

You knew the captain and her partner well. You loved them both like family, having spent years growing up with Magda and others playing on the same team as Pernille. Playing at Arsenal was the only time either of you had been separated.

Unfortunately, that fondness didn't translate onto the pitch.

Magda was the first one to take your feet out from under you, and Pernille was constantly on you, both of them knowing how well you linked up through the midfield and that you were a constant danger at any time on the ball.

Football is a physical game. You knew that.

But it was getting a little out of hand at this point.

Which brings you to now.

There's a foul just outside the penalty area winning Arsenal a free kick, which converts into a corner after the ball ricochets off Cuthbert.

Stood in line waiting for the in, you shift, ready to leap up for the header. As soon as the ball is lofted into the box, hands grip your waist, preventing you from making the header.

You shake it off the first time. And the second time.

The third time, Magda completely takes you off your feet, and you hit the turf with a groan of frustration. How was the ref not catching any of this?

The fourth and fifth times, you brush it off, but you can see Caitlin practically death glaring Magda as the swede pulls you up again.

What you didn't see was the constant hole Caitlin was boring into the Chelsea Captain's head when she even so much as stood near you. It got particularly bad when Magdalena dropped you on your butt.

The last time it happens that half, Caitlin spins around to yell to the umpire. The sideline ref spots it too, Magda is warned but nothing more.

Caitlin growls but returns to position with a look from you.

Half time can't come quick enough for you. The lockeroom is alight with various chatter as they all fire off strategies and mid game plays that need to be fixed. Your girlfriends sit either side of you, Caitlin's hand tightly gripping your leg, a beset half glare on her face.

"I need you all to just keep pressuring. My strikers, you're doing good, but it's just getting in for those shots where you need to be. Try to shake your defenders."

With a nod from all of you, you all make your way back to the pitch in a hopeful search of goals.

It's just minutes into the next half when it happens, you fight the hold, but in the end, you hit the pitch again. This time, it sets off the firey striker.

She sees you get pulled down and sees red, she gets right up in the captains face with almost no hesitation.

"What the hell is your problem?" She shoves the swede away from you, followed by the piercing screech of whistle behind her.

"Nothing, what's your problem?"

Magda shoves back a little, which leads to the others quickly pulling her away.

"Keep your hands off her. It's that simple Eriksson."

Realising your partner is about two seconds away from a yellow, you jump between them, too, quickly grabbing her by the shoulders to walk her away from the situation.

"Alright, that's enough outta both of you. Caitlin, you need to cool it. Do not get booted for this. It's not worth it."

"But she-"

"Caitlin! It's not worth it. Let it go."

She grunts but walks away, accepting the yellow card pointed in her direction.

The rest of the game goes as smoothly as it can. Occasionally, you catch Caitlin getting a little pushy with Pernille, too. But it's nothing major in the end, and the whistle blows in a nil all draw.

Exhausted but still in an okay mood given the results, you walk around to shake hands with the chelsea players and specifically go find Magda as well.

"Hey Magda, sorry about earlier, you know how feisty she gets. I'd say she's sorry as well, but-"

The blonde chuckles.

"Probably not, given the glare I'm receiving right now. Speaking of, how are your lover girls?"

You smile softly, a small flush creeping up your neck.

"Loving, sweet, caring as usual. Normally well behaved, I swear." She laughs at that.

"It's fine. What happens in the game stays in the game. Sorry about dropping you on your butt a lot there."

She winces slightly. You just jab poke her in the ribs and wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"Nah, that's nothing. It's not the worst thing you've done to me." It's a soft prod and she huffs at you.

"Excuse me. I thought we let that go already. Just because we used to torture each other as kids."

"We? You mean you used to do it. I was a total angel as a child."

"Oh, I'm sure you were, I heard all about your innocent professions from Magda's mum."

Pernille wraps her arm around your other side, hand ruffling your hair.

"Yeah, just like you weren't getting pushy either today." You look up at her, being unfortunately shorter than the platinum blonde.

"I have no idea what you're talking about søde."

A nudge from you makes her chuckle.

You chatter away with them in your second language, having learnt Swedish whilst living with the captain in sweden from the age of 10.

Your parents were travelling business people (Magda would call them deadbeats, but that's another story) having moved to Sweden when you were just five, growing up next to Magda for five years before your parents wanted to move back to Australia.

However, given that you'd become so close with the Eriksson family, they quickly agreed to let you stay with them, the travelling lifestyle rather cumbersome on a child your age.

You loved your parents, but they were more deadbeat than they liked to admit, and so Magda's mother became like your own, and Magda, a sister to you after accepting adoption by the swedish family.

As you banter away with them, Caitlin watches on from her position by the bench, a small scowl on her face.

They were clearly way too touchy with you. Pernille kissing your cheek occasionally, Magdalena's arm wrapped tightly around your waist, occasionally brushing away your hair as you talk animatedly, a small blush on your cheeks at one particular moment makes the heat rise in her chest.

But she wasn't jealous.

No.

Why would she be jealous?

A small poke to her side brings her out of her thoughts.

"What's up with you, grumpy?"

Steph's shiteating grin makes her roll her eyes.

"Nothing."

"Uhuh, right, like I'm sure Eriksson and Harder haven't felt the holes you're glaring in the side of their heads either."

She scoffs.

"I am not." Her cheeks turn red at the incredulous look she receives in return.

"Babe, you do know they're not flirting, right? Magda definitely isn't into her, and as far as I can tell, those are loving sibling noogies our girl is receiving from Pernille."

Caitlin turns back to you. Steph's right. Still, she doesn't like the way they're holding you.

At some point, you must feel her staring because you look over with a soft but mildly concerned smile, raising a brow in her direction.

She shakes her head and turns away, arms still folded across her chest as she moves to go into the locker room.

"What's up with your girl, Stephy?"

Steph chuckles softly.

"Oh, nothing. Just our girl getting attention from her adoptive sister, apparently. I don't think she knows."

Beth snorts.

"No, I don't think she does either."

They watch as the pair continue to rib you, eventually hugging them goodbye and promising to meet up at some point in the next week or so. Wandering back over to Steph, theres a mildly confused look on your face.

"What happened with Cait? Is she still upset over Magda taking me down?"

Steph shrugs.

"Maybe. You know why?"

You shrug as well.

-------------------------

The bus ride back is even more confusing.

She ends up planted in the spot next to you but far too quiet. Normally, she's sat next to Katie, where the two would be either bickering, playing card games, or giving each other shit over small plays during the game.

None of that, though, and it stays that way until you've returned home.

"Okay, what's going on with you? You've been quietly sulking since we got back."

The forward shrugs in response, having been pretty silent for the whole ride home, save for occasional hums as you and Steph chat about team drama and the girls' post game antics as well.

You exchange a look with Steph, who looks like she knows more than she's letting on with the small smirk that pulls at her lips.

Confused by the action, you turn back to your other girlfriend, whose eyes are locked on the ceiling now, avoiding your meeting your own.

You can't think of any reason she'd be upset. The game hadn't been majorly eventful aside from that one yellow card. Magda certainly wasn't malicious in her tackles, so there's no way she'd be holding a grudge over that. You'd basically gone straight home after the game, too.

She was acting fine up until-

Oh.

Oh.

A mischievous grin crawls across your lips, and you move to sit in the striker's lap, surprising her mildly.

Your hands force her to look up at you.

"Baby, were you jealous?"

She scoffs, stumbling slightly over her words.

"Wha- no, I have no idea what you're talking about."

You sit back slightly, hand on your chin in faux confusion.

"Hm, I could've sworn you were glaring at Magda and P earlier. You saw that, right, Steph?"

You turn to the brunette, who is watching on clearly amused if anything.

"Oh, I sure did, I mean, if looks could kill."

You chuckle at the pout that makes its way onto Caitlin's face.

"I was not-"

She huffs at the growing smile on your face.

"It's really cute that you think they were flirting, baby. But no, there's no reason for you to be jealous, baby."

"But I wasn't jealous. They were just far too touchy, and-" the raised brow you give her makes her sigh softly.

"Okay, maybe a little bit, but still, they were all kissy, and it was getting way too touchy."

"Babe."

"But honestly they kept hugging you and after the game where they kept holding you and tackling you and-"

Cutting off her rambling, your finger sits on her lips and you hush her.

"Cait. I grew up with Magda. She's my adoptive sister. And Pernille definitely was not flirting. She's far too taken with Magda. Plus, she treats me like a little sister, too."

"Oh." Her cheeks flush.

"Honestly, baby, I thought you knew this already?"

Her cheeks go a little redder.

"No, why would I know? You've never told me about that."

"I'm out with them every other week. I usually tell you both, too."

"When? The only time you go out with friends, all we get from you is 'Hey, you two, I'm going to lunch with my sister and her girlfriend-' oh."

Both you and Steph lose it at that, Steph face palming as she falls back onto the couch, chest shaking with laughter.

You bury your face into her shoulder, shoulders jumping as you try to hide your giggles.

Caitlin rolls her eyes affectionately.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny, you two."

It takes you a minute to catch your breath again, hands moving to cup her cheeks, eyes alight with mirth.

"You're adorable. God, I love you. Also, wanna talk to us about why you've been extra touchy lately, too?"

She shakes her head and pulls you down to kiss her fully.

"Shut up."

You chuckle but comply, letting her have her way for now.

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Caitlin didn't think she'd end up getting the third degree on her day off, but here she is, being teased mercilessly, stuck between you and Steph while you all rib her about last weeks game and the hickies you turned up to training with.

Between Steph, Beth, and occasionally Magda and Pernille, it really wasn't ending.

"Honestly, I don't know how you two didn't see it, really. She looked ready to implode after you kissed her cheek."

"I did not!"

"Baby, please, you were so red in the face."

"I'd just played 90 minutes. What do you expect?"

Beth pokes the girl with her shoe.

"Please, there was steam coming out of those ears."

Laughter rings out across the table.

"Tell me again why you thought I was flirting during the game by tackling her?"

Caitlin rolls her eyes at the swede.

"I didn't say that either."

You scoff playfully, turning to the chelsea defender.

"Ah yes, the swedish charm never fails you, huh Mags?"

"Sweeping girls off their feet since age ten."

Caitlin shakes her head.

"Okay, but like, what about the handsyness during the game? Harder, you were the worst of it."

The dane shrugs.

"It annoys her. That's literally it. Frustrate your opponents, and you have an easier time winning."

You scoff.

"Excuse me, don't say it like it actually worked."

"It did work."

"What part of a draw means you won?"

"I just said it worked."

"Clearly." You cock a brow at her.

The blonde flips you off, taking a sip of her coffee.

You poke your tongue out at her. Pernille chuckles, turning to her girlfriend.

"Childish. See babe, what did I tell you?"

"That I'm clearly the more mature and better looking sibling? See Caitlin? You have nothing to be jealous over. There's no way my girl would leave me for this thing."

Beth snorts and Steph has to cover a laugh when you take a swipe at the blonde.

"Bitch!"

While the other's watch on amused as you both bicker, Caitlin simply smiles, realising she definitely has nothing to worry about and reminds herself how much you show her love constantly.

Her clinginess had come from nowhere, so she'd blown it off.

Steph, however, knew well where it came from. Caitlin just got jealous easily, regardless of her protests to calling it that. Jealousy really is a bitch.

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[pablitogavii]

Hey I just wanted to tell you that I really like your stories. Your writing style is incredible and I'm always excited to read stories written by you. :) I hope you have an amazing day and take care of yourself!

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! <333

Cold

You traveled with your boy to Germany to watch his next match for Champions and the moment you stepped out of the airport walking towards the cab, you knew Pablo was going to be grumpy about this weather. Pablo Gavi doesn't like the cold!!!

Hot Sevillano in him never gets used to sharp winds, rainy days and let alone such cold weather that it's here.

Bebitoo: did you get into the cab mi amor???

You smiled at how much he cares about every single detail when you travel separately especially when you're on your own. His family happened to be unable to come and so did his sister because of school, so you were his only supporter this time. Pablo always really appreciated you being there to support him during games.

"Mister,um...could I leave after the meeting and be back before dinner???" Pablo asked Xavi who knew really well where the boy wanted to go desperately.

"But no breaking the diet, chaval? Vale??" Xavi asked and Pablo promised thanking him with a big smile and texting you good news. Today was all for the two of you!!!

"And buy her flowers!" Xavi added tapping Pablo's shoulder with smirk while walking away and Pablo blushed nodding his head and taking the note from his coach.

"Amor! Amorrr! Abri!!!" you heard Pablo whining while standing in front of the door outside with the wind hitting his sensitive face. You opened hugging him excitedly happy to finally be together again.

"Are those for me???" you ask with the roses resting in his arms as he nodded with a smile.

"They're so beautiful Pablito! Gracias amor!!" you say taking and smelling them while he was jumping in place.

"Can we talk about them inside!? Porf!" he said and you chuckled letting him in and he immediately sighed in relief taking off his jacket and walking to the living room to grab a thick blanket.

"Are you really that cold???" you chuckle seeing him snuggle dup in the blanket so only his dark orbs were staring back at you. Que fofino!!!

"YES! It's freezing here! Joderrr!" Pablo said and you chuckled offering to make him some warm tea he immediately liked while walking to figure out how to turn on the fireplace.

"Here's some camomile and honey for mi frozen Pablito" you chuckle putting it on the table smiling wide when you saw that he turned on the fire place and made a little cozy fort in front of it.

"Venga aqui conmigo amorcito!!!"he said opening the blanket shortly for yo to join him and then engulfing you both with it as you faced the burning fire.

"Want your tea while it's hot amor???" you said and he nodded as you reached and gave it to him smiling when you saw his little red nose and his blushed cheeks as he got warmer now.

"Te gusta???" you ask and he nodded putting it down and kissing the top of your head while you rested your back against his strong chest enjoying the way having him around feels.

"It's perfect..." he said and you smiled looking up and he was already staring at your lips before leaning down and kissing passionately.

"Hmm..how long do I have you for Pablito?" you ask after you pulled away slowly clearly in awe with each other's feeling of love.

"You have me siempre amorcito..." he said smartly and you blushed nodding your head and leaning up to peck him quickly once more,

"You know what I mean...when do you need to be back???" you ask playing with his hoodie while he combed through your hair making you very sleepy.

"We have time princesa...relax" he said pulling you back and starting to massage your shoulders soothingly as you became even more sleepy thank to his ministrations.

"You're making me sleepy so that I don't make you go for a walk with me..." you chuckle and he nodded kissing the top of your head again.

"I love you amorcito...mucho...but I am NOT going out there in that freezing hell!" he said making you laugh and nod your head while cuddle up closer to him enjoying the warmth yourself.

"It's really not that bad. You are just too hot mi Sevillano" you said and he smirked looking down at your innocent face. You knew well what you were doing to him with this.

"Mala...princesa muy muy mala" he smirked and you chuckled as you both enjoyed cuddles before you fell asleep.

"Amorcito...time to wake up preciosa???" Pablo was slowly shaking your body while kissing you lovingly and you whined nuzzling further into his neck. You were so warm...it was perfect.

"Nooooo...so warm!!!" you said and he chuckled raising your chin to kiss your lips lovingly.

"Now you're the one who wants the warmth huh princesa???" he chuckled and you nodded kissing him back and reaching to touch his fluffy hair.

"I need to go back soon preciosa..." he said and you pouted that it was already time and that you will need to sleep alone tonight...ugh, you hated that!!!

"How am I going to sleep without you Pablitooo?" you said adorably and he couldn't help his smile while kissing your lips again.

"We'll be on face time until you fall asleep, vale?" he asked tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and you blush nodding and really liked your little routine when he was away from home.

"But who is gonna warm me up when I get back to the hotel???" Pablo said and you smirked pecking his lips a few times which he really much enjoyed right now.

"Hmm Pedri" you said into the kiss making you both burst out in laughter while getting up from the blankets and walking towards the front door.

"I am going to miss you so much..." he said holding you still not able to let go and open that front door. Ugh this was always the hardest!!!

"Hmm me too...nothing matchess your hands around and you night kisses" you say pecking his bottom lip and he smiles nodding his head and kissing your forehead.

"We will see each other tomorrow" you add and he nods but when you tried to move to let him go he wouldn't budge.

"You have to let me go Pablitooo..." you say but he just pulls you closer nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Your'e so warmmmm!!! And it's so cold outside!!!" he said and you chuckle kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead and finally lips. He finally let go putting on his jacket about to leave when something popped into your head.

"Pablo! Wait!!" you say and he turns around smirking when you ran to the bedroom to grab your special blanket giving it to him.

"It's my warming blanket...smells like us" you say with a blush and he nods taking it and kissing you lips lovingly.

"I love you amorcito..." he said and you smile nodding your head kissing him back.

"I love you too" you say opening the door and he whines stepping out as you chuckled.

"Bye preciosa..." he said pouting and you send him a kiss.

"bye pablitoo.." you say as he got into the cab and you closed the door already missing him but excited to see him again tomorrow <333

[madhatterbri]

Ulterior Motives | D.P.

Summary: Can I prompt JD member Fem!reader qualifies for MITB with help from Liv Morgan & ends up winning the briefcase. After TJD disbands, the reader decides to stick with Liv Morgan & Dom b/c Liv helped her get this far & knows she’ll be champion with Liv by her side. At some point, Liv successfully retains her title with Dom’s help & while all three celebrate; the reader does a 180 & hits Dom & Liv with the briefcase & cashes in. Reader reveals she was manipulating Liv the whole time & wanted justice for the TJD. Please?

Author's Note: Last story I'm writing with Liv Morgan in it. It's been too much.

Damian Priest Masterlist

Tag List: @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @mrsarcherofinfamy @smallestsnarkestgirl

Y/N sat on top of the ladder. Tears poured down her cheeks as she looked at it. All her hard work finally paid off. The Internet figured it would be Tiffany Stratton or Chelsea Green. She wasn't mad, though. No matter what, she was always viewed as the underdog.

A few weeks later, Judgment Day disbanded on RAW. With little time to decide, she chose to stick with Liv Morgan and Dom Mysterio. The three of them caused trouble for the RAW roster. The trouble caught up to Liv Morgan.

During a Monday Night RAW, Liv was in a match against Lyra Valkyria. Y/N rooted for her teacher in a corner. She kept yelling advice at her and slamming her hands on the mat to pump her up. It wasn't until Dom intervened that Liv scored the victory.

Lyra rolled away as she held her arm close to her chest. The refs check on her arm. Y/N and Dom went in the ring. Dom and Liv shared a kiss. After they were done, the girls shared a hug.

Y/N was the first to walk out of the ring. The lovebirds were giggling in the middle of the ring. Y/N lifted the apron and pulled her briefcase. When she went back in the ring, Liv knew what was happening.

Dom stands before Liv and tries to talk some sense into Y/N. It seems like Y/N is going to back down until she hits Dom on the side of the head with the briefcase. He fell to the ring and grabbed his head. Liv pleaded for her to reconsider, but she met the same fate.

Y/N cashes in her briefcase. She runs to Liv. A cruel smile on her face. "This is for Judgment Day. It was almost too easy,"

The pin was quick and easy. Liv didn't put up a struggle. Not like she could. The now former champion was in a daze from the briefcase to the head. The bell dinged. Y/N was now the new champion.

The ref raised her arm as she was presented with the belt. She couldn't believe the plan worked. Everything fell into place. Now she had some new hardware to show around.

Y/N ran to the back. Rhea and Damian were waiting for her. As soon as she came in, they wrapped her in a hug. The justice for Judgment Day was now complete.

"You did good," Damian complimented and kissed her forehead.

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

An Eventful Ride

A snz ficlet based off this prompt

CW/TW: Org*sm, Overstimulation, Spray

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“Goddamnit…”

They’d been this way before, hadn’t they? To be honest, Reed didn’t have an ever-loving clue. No matter how many times she looked at the map, nothing ever looked right. You’d seen one rock or tree or pond, you’d seen ‘em all.

“Y’alrighd, sweetheart?”

Wendy sniffled against Reed’s shoulder, wrinkling her nose. She hadn’t been feeling too well since the storm a few nights ago before had soaked their sleeping bags and tents — and what had started as a case of the sniffles had become a real hell of a cold.

“We cad stop here for the night…” Wendy began, but Reed cut her off.

“You ain’t spending one more night out here, sick as you are. Gunther reckoned he saw snow clouds Tuesday, comin’ straight for the valley.”

Wendy smiled weakly. “He also told ya thad he was champion at cards, but you beat hib every tibe.”

Reed chuckled, patting the horse’s neck as they came across a bubbling stream.

“He’s not all that at cards, but he’s never been wrong about the clouds. Besides, a cold ain’t anything to sneeze-”

Suddenly, Wendy’s breath shuddered, and she buried her nose into the crook of Reed’s neck.

“hhhtch’chiew!”

Reed tightened her grip on the reigns. Wendy tittered and took out her handkerchief.

“Oh, ‘scuse be. Sduck up on me.”

She dabbed her handkerchief on her partner’s neck, then took to dabbing her nose.

Reed swallowed, her face burning. Wendy blew her nose.

“I really ab sorry, Reed. I didn’d mean to.”

Reed cleared her throat. “Don’tcha worry about it. It just, er, surprised me is all.”

Surprised was quite an understatement. Ever since they’d gotten on the road this morning, Wendy’s sniffles and sneezes had distracted Reed to no end. Something about that pink nose scrunching up, her eyelids fluttering, her whimpers, her shuddering breaths…

And her sneezes.

Not only were they as pretty as could be, but they were always bestowed to Reed on her neck or shoulder, leaving a wet spray on her leather vest.

Reed also rode high in her saddle, the rocking between her legs giving her both relief and a burden she could hardly stand carrying.

“Oh, s-sakes ali-hive-!”

Wendy put her handkerchief to her nose again. Her nose wrinkled, and she batted her long eyelashes.

“I thingk I bay…hay-!”

Reed steeled herself, trying to pay attention to the path ahead of her. But between Wendy’s warm, shuddering breath in her ear, as well as her bosom pressing against her with every hitch, along with the steady movement of the saddle…

“Hih-! HIH-!”

Reed grit her teeth, her knuckles white on the reigns.

“HHHHI’tchiiiew!”

Reed put her hands on her calves, bending forward as her pleasure reached its climax. She willed herself not to shudder as she ground her teeth and leaned back against Wendy.

“Mmmph…”

Wendy looked up, once again cleaning up her nose.

“Darling?”

Reed took a deep breath, readjusting herself in the saddle.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” she sighed. “Just a…bur or s-something, I think.”

Wendy rubbed her cheek against Reed’s shoulder.

“If I felt byself, I’d fight off thad bush for ya,” she croaked. “Nobody messes with by ranger.”

Reed bit her lip.

“W-Why don’tcha try to rest a bit?” she said. “We’ve got a while ‘til the next town, if the map’s right. I don’t want you to tire yourself out.”

Wendy murmured her agreement, already dozing against Reed — who was still trying to get her bearings.

But while Reed thought that she’d get some peace while her partner was asleep, she was sorely mistaken.

To keep herself from falling off, Wendy had, at some point in the ride, thrown her arms around Reed’s chest, nestling into her shoulder. As she faded in and out of sleep, she would rub her cold, leaking nose into Reed’s neck, sniffling and murmuring in her dreams.

If wasn’t long before Reed has both hands on the horn of the saddle, trying not to wake her sleeping partner. However, keeping herself together wasn’t as easy as before.

“Nnngh~!”

Reed gasped, bending forward with a shudder. Wendy yawned.

“Mm, honey?” she murmured. “Y’okay?”

“Yep,” Reed said shortly. “Right as rain.”

Wendy put her arms over Reed’s shoulders.

“Why don’d we camp for tonight? We’ve been riding an awful long tibe, and I’b sure you’re exhausted.”

As much as Reed wanted to get off the horse, a part of her still didn’t feel right camping out in the cold while Wendy was sick.

But, before Reed could argue, she felt Wendy’s nose wrinkle against her shoulder.

Oh no. Oh heavens no.

“Hihih-!”

Reed wrapped the reigns around her hands, pulling them tight between her fingers. She held her breath. She bit her lip.

But all she could think of was —

“hhhhh’TCHIEW! TSH’IEW!”

“GAH~!”

Reed convulsed, unable to help herself. She ground against the saddle, gasping with pleasure that she for so long hadn’t allowed herself.

“Hah~! Haah~”

Finally, Reed rested against the horse’s neck, almost bent over the saddle.

“Reed!”

Wendy slid off the saddle, coming to Reed’s side.

“Honey, whad’s wrong? Can ya hear be?”

Reed breathed heavily, still not quite recovered.

“Maybe there’s a physician sobewhere,” Wendy said, grabbing the map. “And get ya checked…”

Read swallowed. “Wendy.”

“I kndew we should’ve camped for the night! And you were tellin’ be not to get worn out!”

“Wendy. ‘S fine.”

“It’s ndot! Oh, it’s all my fault. If I didn’d go and catch this cold, we would’ve-”

Suddenly, Reed leaned over, taking Wendy’s face in her hands.

“Wendy.”

Wendy stopped, looking up at Reed with wide eyes.

“I ain’t sick,” Reed continued. “And it ain’t your fault. And if it is, it’s ‘cause you’re just too damn pretty. You and your pretty little nose.”

Wendy blinked. “Huh?”

She glanced down, then looked up again, her face turning bright red.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Reed gave a sheepish smile. “It wasn’t hard the first time, y’know…but the second ‘n third…I couldn’t…er…”

“Now, never you mbind!” Wendy interrupted. “Let’s ged all cleaned up, and then I’ll get in with ya in your sleeping bag. I bet you could use some TLC…”

Wendy took Reed’s hand to help her get off the saddle. Reed limped into her lover’s arms.

She’d tell her about the whole sneeze thing later. For now, what she needed was a sleepy night under the stars.

[bananasomg]

#22 maxiel

hello my love, i'm here to deliver your ficlet request from this great prompt ask.

here is #22. Maxiel: things you said after it was over. you thought it was gonna be angsty, but it's the exact opposite of that. gotta keep you on your toes. 🫶🏼

ily thanks for indulging me because you know i'm doing anything to avoid monza and the notorious a/b/o yacht fic.

things you said after it was over

Max’s hotel room is way nicer than his, but that’s a given. He’s the reigning world champion, and Daniel’s just a former Red Bull driver turned marketing dog. 

Daniel sighs, tosses the condom in the trash by Max’s California King. Conveniently placed, he thinks. Maybe this is a normal occurrence for Max—shagging former drivers between practice sessions. He doesn’t want to think like that, but he’s been known to have a few paramours that worship the ground he walks on.

“You going back to your room?” Max asks when Daniel begins to search for his clothes, discarded in the tumble at the foot of the bed. 

“Uh.” Daniel hesitates, cocking his hip as he tries to figure out the coolest, most casual response. Something that screams noncommittal and having fun. 

He settles with, “I guess so, yeah.”

“Oh,” Max replies. He frowns, his cheeks still red from the aftermath of Daniel’s tongue. The sullen debauched look is unbearable, and Daniel abandons his search and pads back to the bed. Max’s nose scrunches adorably when he flops onto the hotel mattress. The corners of his lips curl into a smile, glad he came back.  

Fuck, he’s cute.

Daniel can read his expressions like a speedometer, his heart racing a hundred kilometers an hour. It’s always been like this. Maybe that’s just what it’s like to have good sex. And if you ask him, they’re very good at fucking—it’s the after part they’re still figuring out. Some days are worse than others. Daniel hopes today is better. 

Max’s finger sweeps lazily over Daniel’s bare chest, lingering on the love bite he left below his right pec. It’s not super noticeable on his tan skin, but it felt significant. Max’s own personal brand. A way to claim him—Possessive and feral. Two words he normally associates with Max when he’s inside the car. He never contemplated how it might extend to his love life. He is full of surprises it seems.

“Do you wanna sleep here?” Max asks. 

“Um, with you?” Daniel rubs the back of his neck. He isn’t sure why his voice squeaks and it’s embarrassing and he feels his face getting uncomfortably warm, which is so not suave. 

“No, Daniel. Alone. I’m going to leave my room and go bunk with Christian.” Max rolls his eyes but can’t hold back the playful grin when Daniel shakes his head. 

Daniel laughs, semi-awkward huffs like he gets it. 

Max says, “I’m like—into you. You know that, yeah?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, you kinda have to be to let me—”

“No, you’re not listening.” Max bites his lip, palm resting flat on Daniel’s chest. “I mean, I really like you. As in, I haven’t seen anyone else for weeks. Not since—” 

“Silverstone,” Daniel whispers. It’s not a question. 

Max’s purposeful blue eyes flicker onyx beneath the dim light from the nightstand. God, Daniel thinks he could get lost in those eyes—so expressive and vast, and ever-changing like the tide. 

What might have seemed unbelievable before is completely plausible. Because Daniel hasn’t seen anyone else either. Not since they started hooking up almost nine weeks ago. 

The British Grand Prix was nothing special this year, his race a wash, Max taking P2, so he’d been surprised that his night ended with Max shoving him against the door of his motorhome, licking into his mouth like a starved man, tasting every expanse of skin available like he couldn’t keep going without learning every part of his body. 

Belgium had been the turning point when Max requested his presence, showing him off in a helicopter headed to Capri. And after escaping from the media circus and dropping off the parents it was just the two of them—stolen kisses and warm promises on the beach. 

“You too?” Max asks. He sounds hopeful and confident, gazing at him like he’s the most handsome man he’s ever set eyes on, and Daniel really wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. 

“Yeah, Maxy. Me too.” 

The way Max smiles makes him feel like King of the Mountain. Like he could actually lasso the fucking moon and pull it down just for him.

[izzabela]

Hiii! Hope you’re having a good day 🌸 Kind of an odd request but could you do a scenario where the Lin Kuei trio use the fem. reader as a fake hostage in a heist mission?

Mission Impossible - Lin Kuei x fem!water-bender!reader

in which you're being used for the greater good

a/n: mmm more lin kuei

ship[s]: bi han, tomas, kuai liang x fem!reader

warning(s): poly, anti-betrayal, no "(y/n)"

As a member of the Lin Kuei, you proved yourself indispensable and powerful with your mastery over water magic. You could rival Rain's magic if he were still practicing, but he was not, which technically made you the most talented hydromancer in the realms.

But, as the lover of Tomas, Bi Han, and Kuai Liang, you were indispensable period. The formidable inheritors of the Lin Kuei, built on pride and duty, fell weak to your feminine charms and kombat talent. With that being said, these three men could not afford to lose you- no matter what circumstance they may find themselves in.

Unfortunately, that might just be the case this time.

The three men, crouched and hidden in a huge tree, watched in raging silence as they saw you use your water-bending. They saw your well-trained poker face as you took all liquid out of the person, the poor person shriveling up like a raisin.

Just as Syzoth was before, you were now in his place to serve his twisted will.

A hostage, taken in by the conniving sorcerer as he ran away to a hidden island, you were forced to use your magic to kill civilians Shang Tsung found as he traveled between the island and Outworld. It was to fuel his and a mysterious entity that resided on the island.

He was nearing the final parts of his plan to make his return to Outworld, but you and your allies were many steps ahead of him.

Under the careful guidance of Liu Kang and Empress Mileena, the two guardians sent the Lin Kuei to take down Shang Tsung once and for all. This mission would be a rather long one, requiring the utmost self-restraint, patience, and trust in one another that you could pull this mission off.

Liu Kang would have sent his champions, hell Bi Han practically yelled at him to do so. Unfortunately, their faces would be considered familiar ones, and everyone knew where that would go. They had to send someone unknown, someone who didn't have the smallest chance of being recognized as an ally to Liu Kang or the empire. That's where you came in.

You fit the bill quite well: unseen by Outworld, not so plain like a normal human, contained a power that would benefit the desperate sorcerer- you were perfect. This would command respect from the other initiates back in Arctika, especially since you were a woman.

You remember the night well, since it was the last time you spoke to them before leaving.

"I forbid it!" Tomas yelled as Kuai Liang and Bi Han followed behind. You were on your way out to be picked up by Liu Kang, Raiden and Kung Lao.

"You cannot seriously be thinking of doing such a thing," Kuai Liang seconded. "This mission could take weeks, let alone months!"

You were about to protest, but Bi Han took your arm rather harshly as he tried to pull you away from the fire god and his subordinates.

"Obey your Grandmaster! Stay with us, his lackeys can do your job," he said as he glared at Raiden and Kung Lao.

You shook your head and roughly let go of him, giving him an equally harsh stare as you voiced your opinions.

"This is something I alone have to do," you said softly. Your hand cupped each man's cheek gently as you kissed each of their cheeks.

There was evident sadness in their eyes that night, Tomas was the only one who actually shed a tear. You wiped his tears with a flick of your finger, the tear obeying and leaving his face.

"You owe us a real kiss when you come back," Tomas sniffled, Kuai Liang's hand on his shoulder to support him.

You chuckle, "I'll hold you all to it, boys."

Now, in the present, it had been almost six months since you last seen Earth, your friends, family, and your beloveds.

You stood by Shang Tsung's side as his slimy hand slithered around your shoulder. You took a sharp inhale as you turned away, tears threatening your eyes at sight of an innocent's life- gone.

"Very good," his sultry voice praised you. "I feel that a reward may be coming soon for you."

You nod quickly, standing straight as a pin as his hands began to roam your body. The softness of your skin that was exposed in your battle attire, and your sweet scent that intoxicated your lovers back home had him under a spell as well.

You pushed him away, and the three ninja that watched from above silently cheered at your defiance.

"Are we done?" you spat. Shang Tsung smirked as he let you go.

"Feisty one aren't you," he teased you as he twirled a strand of your hair in his fingers, "You may go. See to it that you get ample rest. Tomorrow will be a big day."

Tomorrow, you thought. Tomorrow was the day Shang Tsung would escape from the island, making a grand entrance with the planned massacre of the people in Sun Do. Then, he would teleport to Earthrealm and attack the OIA, dismantling it with the new power he gained

You walk away as the maniac sorcerer began to dispose of the body. The ninjas watch your figure slowly disappear past the rickety ruins of the island, and only then are they left with their thoughts.

You had lost so much weight, your supple and strong body rather frail and skinny. The color in your eyes had dulled, your bright colored eyes dim due to the atrocities you witnessed and done.

Tomas so badly wanted to cut Shang Tsung's throat open and take you into his arms. Bi Han wanted to rip Shang Tsung's skull out of his body and bring back the color in your eyes. Kuai Liang wanted to put the sorcerer's heart on a platter and serve it to Liu Kang, while he focused on bringing you back to full health.

The brothers tapped into their earpieces, gifts from the OIA, and relayed the situation to Liu Kang and the other parties related to this cross-dimensional heist.

"Very good, thank you for updating us," Liu Kang praised over the earpiece, "Everything will be in its place tomorrow, so do not fret."

Obeying, they bid farewell and reconvene amongst themselves, talking about the situation that will transpire tomorrow.

"It has been too long since we've held her," Bi Han gruffly speaks. Kuai Liang nods in agreement, but he warns his brother.

"Patience, Bi Han. We cannot afford to risk any slip-up's now," a warm hand is on his shoulder and Tomas speaks from across the tree.

"It will all be over soon. Just a couple more hours, and she'll be back with us," Tomas says softly, his eyes wrinkling as a cue for a smile behind his mask.

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The brothers stayed up the entire night, not wanting to waste a moment anymore as you were soon going to be back in their arms.

Hopping through the trees, making sure no sound was made to alert their presence, they watched you and Shang Tsung load up supplies in satchels to take for your little journey. Shang Tsung chuckles darkly, oozing with sultry evil as he begins to summon a portal.

"The day hath arrived not a moment too soon," he poetically announces, "Soon, the realms will know never to cross me again."

Right before he could step in, he heard a rush of feet on the rough soil. Branches broke, rocks tumbled, and a distinct battle cry of a certain female force could be heard. Shang Tsung clicks his tongue, turning to the portal to try and enter, but you keep him steady with water you took from the nearby trees.

"Not so fast," you say with a smirk. Shang Tsung's eyes widen as he realizes he's been crossed again. You made sure to freeze the water, holding him in jagged ice as you waited for backup to arrive.

The Umgadi come to your aide with Tanya right beside you. Her dark skin glowed radiantly against the warm yellow light of the gods' power in her. Unfortunately, Shang Tsung broke free from your ice prison with his fire magic, and the battle started.

You and Tanya had to keep him occupied for a couple more minutes before Liu Kang and the OIA arrived. You tried hitting him with icicles you had made with the water within the trees, but he had dodged or melted them. Slightly stumbled, Tanya took this opportunity to hit him, twirling around in the air as her godly power held her up.

You got closer to him, making sure there was ample space between you and the sorcerer. You created a raging current around you, your arms in circular motions to keep the protective barrier as you tried to subdue him. At the perfect opportunity, you switched and made the water around you huge tentacles to hold him up in the air with arms stretched wide.

"How much longer must we linger!" Bi Han shouts as his brothers. The three had been watched the entire scene go down, but their order was not to intervene just yet.

Kuai Liang huffed, his hand beginning to smolder the tree with his fire magic, "Just a little longer. The swordsman and Liu Kang are arriving shortly."

Shortly didn't come fast enough, as Shang Tsung used his fire magic to evaporate your water and pin you down against the coarse dirt. All three men saw red as you were held down by the threat of his metallic claws, filled with poison he had concocted many moons ago.

Without thinking, Tomas rushed out from the trees at lightning speed to meet you, the priestesses, and Shang Tsung on the ground. His brothers yelled for him to come back, but his ears were ringing with a different voice.

"Release her sorcerer," he hissed in a voice unrecognizable to you, "Or face the wrath of the Lin Kuei."

Your heart fluttered as you saw Tomas backed up by his brothers, the ninja-assassins in a fighting position as they watched carefully what the sorcerer would do. However, he just laughs as his blades draw nearer to your throat. You gulp as you can feel it begin to knick your skin, bits of red beginning to fall.

"So, a ploy to have me surrender?" he jokes as his blade begins to press even deeper.

"It won't be so without losses," he said darkly as his arm raised in the air.

You cried out as you looked at the trio of men. Was this how you met your end? After six months without your favorite boys, this was the last time you'd see them?

You felt drops of blood fall on your face and crawl down to your neck. Carefully opening your eyes, you're met with the horrid sight of Shang Tsung's inanimate face over yours. His eyes lacked the mischevious glint in them, and his mouth was slightly ajar (you got your answer to where the blood came from). You also noted a glint of metal through his forehead, which would have its answer as you assessed your surroundings.

You look to your left and saw Kuai Liang and his kunai. He held the rope tightly as you saw his weapon lodged into Shang Tsung's arm. It seems he was the reason the claws didn't decapitate you. Shang Tsung missed because Kuai Liang chucked it into his arm and tugged it enough to miss your neck.

To your right, you stared at Bi Han as he held the removed arm of the sorcerer. That's why my arms are free, you thought. A layer of frost began to creep up the severed arm as you note Bi Han's brows being pointed so far down that he looked unrecognizable. Seems his rage got the best of him.

Finally, you look up and see past the body of Shang Tsung. Tomas stood over you with his karambit. His special dagger was stuck in the head of the sorcerer, and he impressively holds the body up with the dagger- with a single hand I might add. His eyes were dark, and you could practically smell the intent to kill from his body.

Tanya came to your side as she helped you slide out from under the body. Your knees shook and gave out, getting caught by Kuai Liang.

"She is all yours," Tanya said as she regrouped with her people.

You wearily turn your head to meet with Kuai Liang's teary eyes. He takes his mask off and engulfs you in a warm and tight hug. Gently, he brings you down to the ground and into his chest as you breathed in his scent. Warm like the sun, he smelled like freshly burnt firewood during a camping trip. Your rough and weak hands stroked his back as he inhaled your flowery scent.

Behind him stood Bi Han, whose mask was already down and his brows unfurrowed. The bags under his eyes signal weeks of no sleep, and he kneels down to both you and his brother as he cups your cheek.

"Thank the ancestors," he breathes quietly. You know he won't go in for a hug, but the way his eyes stay on yours is proof enough of his love.

It's Tomas who forces Bi Han's body on yours. He tackles all three of you in a group hug as he sniffles and sobs quite a bit, babbling "sorry" and "I'm so glad you're okay." You chuckle at the youngest brother's antics, trying to reach around and pat his head.

"Never again!" Tomas yells as he stares at you. "Never again will you do such a thing!"

You wince at the volume and proximity of his voice, and Tomas gets hit in the head with a little flick from Bi Han.

"Quiet," he scolds, "She is clearly exhausted."

"Yes," another voice interrupts, "Well deserved rest is in order."

All four of you snap your heads upwards to meet Liu Kang's glowing eyes. He offers a small smile and bow, and you try to scramble up to your feet to greet him back. However, he holds his hand up as he speaks.

"You've done more than enough. Please rest, everyone else has it covered," he said gently as you saw people working around you.

Dressed in office attire, agents from the OIA are discussing what happened and work to secure the area. You note many different races, including Shokan and Zaterrans, are present in the sea of bodies working. You catch a glimpse of a particular swordsman and a dark-skinned agent, and your hoarse voice calls them over.

Kenshi turns at your voice and sighs out your name, relieved you're alright.

"I apologize for not being able to come sooner," Kenshi bows to you and the brothers, "A personal matter came up."

You shake your head, "Whatever you had to do, it wasn't your fault. We got it covered."

He smiles, pushing his sunglasses up as he and Jaxx get back to work on how to tidy up the mess.

You begin to get on your knees, but the brothers gently scold you for trying to rush. Tomas gets up and squats once again, his back in front of you as he tells you to get on.

"Aren't we a little too old for shoulder rides?" you chuckle as you begin to climb on his back. The warmth of his body is nice, your head nuzzling into him as he rises slowly.

"We're just helping you," he says softly. Kuai Liang comes to his side, and he taps your shoulder for you to bring one arm down to hold his hand.

"Touchy aren't we?" you tease him. Kuai Liang flushes a little red before he slips his hand in yours.

Bi Han, though, is a bit more aggressive with his care. He scoffs as he stands to the side of you three, his arms crossed over his chest as he turns his head away.

"This is not the time to be playing games," your eyes are slightly downturned at his harsh tone. He catches this, and fixes his tone but keeps the weight of his words.

"We could have lost you," he says quietly. His brothers' happy demeanors are suddenly flipped upside down, the recent memory of your near-death a new piece of trauma in their head.

You tut and ask Bi Han to come to your other side. You let go of Kuai Liang's hand, not without a quick kiss on the back of his hand, and cup his face once more. You rub his cheek gently as you practically whispered to him.

"But you didn't," you say. "I'm here. I'm on Tomas's back, I held Kuai Liang's hand- I'm holding your face right now!"

Bi Han has an incredulous look on his face before his hand is on top of yours on his face. He gently kisses the palm of your hand, eyes still on yours as color fills your cheeks and ears.

"Yes," he says softly. "That you are."

You smile and he lets go, allowing you to continue holding Kuai Liang's hand as you four walked to the open portal that Liu Kang came from.

Finally, you came home.

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i was watching ATLA and saw katara fight with water tentacles, so i just had to implement that into this fic

i got two more requests since i reopened my requests again, and let me just say i'm glad i have something to do while i'm unemployed

hope you guys like this one!

i'll see yall in the next fi ;)

[pandorasfavorite]

Combining Elements

Summary: You're in love with Dominik. But Rhea has his attention or so you think. How will the pain of your love play out?

You spent years longing for Dominik Mysterio, just him. From the time you started in the WWE till he joined the Judgement Day. You were there watching his matches discreetly with your adoration for him, your deep-rooted adoration at that. When Rhea agreed to include Dominik in the Judgement Day you couldn't have been happier, your heart was beating out of your chest and when the day came for Dominik to betray his father you couldn't help but smile knowing he was going to be with you. Dominik Mysterio, the man of your dreams, the man you longed for would be going the Judgement Day by your side. He would be talking to you all times of the day, he would be at YOUR matches, he would be there.

When the day came no one could wipe the smile off your face, days passed and Dominik was warming up to it all. You felt shy and your palms got sweaty when you thought about talking or approaching him. His new attire and look suited him well which made things harder. It could be just your personality that restricted you from time to time from talking to him but everyone else had no problems. You had to talk to him, your heart was like a lead and God did it want to run towards Dominik. The day you approach him he is standing with the rest of the group, honestly just as shy as you are. You stand beside him kind of stiff, your arm brushing against him unintentionally.

Dominik turns his head towards you and smiles politely, "Hey", he whispers not wanting to draw attention to himself. You hold your arms to yourself and smile back bashfully, "Hey" you whisper back, looking up at him with love-stricken eyes. Something Dominik couldn't place. You put your head down for a second only smiling to yourself at the small interaction, but you turn your attention towards him again, "I think it's brave of you. Doing what you did", you say referencing him leaving his father's side. Dominik's eyes soften with appreciation, you are the first person who has told him that, and that made him feel like it was okay to have mixed emotions about it. Dominik could only smile softly at you, bashful in his bubble, "thank you" he manages to say.

He was nervous but he didn't want the conversation to end, "You look great today. Not that you don't look great every day!", the whispers not ending between you both. You blush brightly, your cheeks resembling a dark rose, not going unnoticed by Damian who picked up on the conversation. Cut off too soon Rhea turns her attention towards Dominik, "Great job today Dom Dom", Dominik nods and smiles again, a look in his eyes you can't place.

The nickname she gave him stung your heart like the words are branded onto your heart, stinging over and over again till tears puddle. You gather yourself much before the tears fall, When did you become this sensitive? you asked yourself. You always hoped Dominik would be yours, you almost expected you and him to be best friends when he joined the Judgement Day but now it feels misplaced. You keep your head down, reserved in your own mind.

Out of everyone in the Judgement Day, you were considered the quietest, still dangerous in the aspect of wrestling. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in the group, you had a dark side, an angry side that you hated. You hated the feeling of shakiness and pent-up anger but that is why you are in this position. Everyone knows what you are capable of, you're good enough to be champion, eligible enough to be champion.

A few more days pass until the next show, the Judgement day is lined up: You, Dominik, Rhea, Finn, and then Damian at the other end. You kept your head up and your body straight, the black and purple outfit tugging at your skin tightly. You look over at Dominik and smile. You don't smile at everyone, in fact, you smile very rarely, but every fiber of your being reacts to Dominik. He smiles back only for Rhea's arm to be thrown over his shoulder. She pulls him to her side, the side of his body against hers.

Your eyes narrow for a second but you shake it off, shaking your hand and hands out of the fist that was immediately produced. You remind yourself over and over again that it wasn't your place, and you didn't have the right to be upset or jealous. Or whatever the hell you are feeling right now. You say your list over and over again till it stuck.

keep to yourself

control your breathing

Don't let it take over

Dominik looks over at you, concerned and worried. His eyebrows are pinched together but he is being pulled repeatedly into Rhea, She is trying to get him excited for what's to come but he's anything but that. The music blares and you walk forward, only casting your gaze in front of you, looking at the ring as if it's your only escape. The boos are loud and overpowering and Dominik doesn't really know how to react. He's so used to the cheers and applause when he walks out; especially when he is side by side with his father. Rhea shakes his shoulders her grin along with everyone else impossible to wipe off. Dominik forces the same thing on his face, but he's trying to seem scary, intimidating, and changed.

Dominik gets into the ring with his opponent his nerves skyrocketing, and his first match with the Judgement Day has to go well. The group is positioned around the ring, taunting the other wrestler, trying to get the odds in Dominik's favor. Dominik is being held in a submission lock and he is crawling to the ropes, but his eyes are darting around for anything. He's not honestly sure what he wanted at that moment. He couldn't think at the time, did he want help or just a comforting face.

While you were the quiet one you had a job to do and that was to entertain, you ran in front of Dominik from where he was crawling and you started smacking the ring. "Come on Dominik! Move!", you yell, your eyes interlocking with his. The intensity behind your gaze could be considered indescribable. Dominik manages to grab the ropes and every single member of the Judgement day yells at the ref to notice. The ref makes his opponent let go of Dominik, Dominik lays on the ring catching his breath, you grab him by his gear and pull him out of the ring letting him catch his breath a little longer. Dominik out of instinct and routine throws his arm over your shoulder for more support.

That simple touch and trust made you gasp softly and a tint of blush rose to your cheeks, you were hoping that Dominik didn't catch that. Dominik can't know the effect he had on you by the simplest of touches. The count starts and Dominik lets go sliding back into the ring while he tries to complete the match, he is struggling to find his grounding and what works for him. Rhea gets a hit on Dom's opponent while the ref is distracted, with the injury Dominik pins his opponent and is the victor. The ref holds Dominik's arm up to show his victory to the crowd, Dominik holds his stomach panting but his large smile is pointed towards Rhea. He obviously appreciated her aid. Rhea blows a kiss to Dominik.

Another brand on your heart, Dominik is just as surprised but not angry, not uncomfortable, overall not even affected. The group gathers up and everyone walks out, everyone walks together, but you start walking faster once out of the view of the audience. You're ahead of everyone, trying to escape, not wanting to regret anything that you say or do. Dominik is so confused, were you upset with him? It was his match after all, he looks to the rest of the group and jogs to catch up with you following your pace. For a minute neither of you says anything, just both of you walking side beside. One person is confused and the other processing her emotions. "Hey", he says getting your attention and turning towards you, the rest of the Judgment Day still lagging behind.

You stop walking when he speaks and you turn your body to face him as well, your anger not pointed towards him. After all, he's your weakness. You don't answer his 'hey', you look up at him with a blank but expecting face not sure where this is going. "Did I do something to upset you", he says nervously his hand carding through his hair, and he's jittery on his feet. You look him up and down noticing his giveaways, you touch his arm in comfort letting your hand linger, "Of course not. I could never be mad at you", you say with meaning looking him in the eyes with nothing but sincerity now. Dominik's eyes widen and his mouth opens some in surprise, his brain not catching up quick enough.

You pat his arm then turn away again, walking away from him and leaving him there in these thoughts. The group catches up and Rhea grabs him by the shoulder, pushing him to continue walking with the group. "What was wrong with her?", Rhea asks mildly concerned but used to your weird moods. Dominik shrugs with a small frown, Damian slaps Dominik on the back and looks at him in a caring way. "Don't worry man sometimes she just acts like that", Finn nods agreeing with what Damian said. "Yea man it's normal", Finn says looking at Dominik as well, shrugging to himself.

Even with what the group said Dominik found himself worrying, this is a friend of his after all. This group was supposed to look after each other right? Familia. No one knew that you were alone in your room, just sitting there, thinking of the luck you are dealt.

The days went on, but it was hell for you. You watched your crush, someone that you've always wanted to be with become snatched away. Part of you thought Rhea knew about your crush on him, after all, you talked her into letting him join after it took months and months. You had various speeches about it, how he would look great in the attire, and how Dominik would present himself well as a heel. Maybe she took everything lightly, it all probably didn't matter to her.

For days you sat and watched them progress and your mood only worsened. Everyone picked up on your sourness... no one said a word about them. Dominik approached you multiple times to have a conversation with you, only then did you feel better. The rest of the group talked to you, but nothing concerned with your well-being mentally or physically. Rhea continued her flirt with Dominik, with many blown kisses, and lots of talks about him being her "Latino Heat". Each romantic look and gaze that she sent his way was a brand on your heart, every time he smiled or didn't say anything was a brand on your heart. Collectively you felt burned from their romance. Even though you tried flirty remarks and willingness to be beside him nothing clicked. He had eyes for Rhea just like everyone else did.

keep to yourself

control your breathing

Don't let it take over

Your eyes burned with tears, you sucked it up. This was the match of your career. You were going against Bianca Belair for the title. You were going to be the Women's world champion. One day till the match, you could keep it together for one day. The judgment day is supposed to make an appearance, Everyone is standing in the ring with a microphone. Rhea is boasting about a win, and how the Judgment Day is the strongest faction in WWE. She trails off then turns her head to look at Dominik beside her, he looks at him and turns towards the audience, "My Latino heat. My Dom Dom will win", she reaches down and holds his hand in hers. He doesn't relent, he doesn't make a face he doesn't react.

Burn, burn, burn, all you feel is the burn and compression of your heart being scolded for an unavoidable rejection.

keep to yourself

control your breathing

Don't let it take over

Your breathing is labored and the walk to leave the ring is never quicker, you keep up with your appearances then walk away from the group as soon as you can. Your fists are clenched to your sides and you speed walk and get as far away from the group as you can. A look is shared between the group but no words, Rhea's hand is still clasped in Dominiks and he pulls his hand away, watching you walk away and leave with the same sadness and concern.

The next day comes wrecking by, and you're swarmed with nerves. You are jittery but you stand with your group just as normal. Everyone wishes you luck, telling you that 'you got this', and 'you're going to win'. Bianca Belair is already standing in the ring, with her hands up and out, questioning what you will do. How you will approach this. Originally you were going to walk up with the Judgement Day to scare her, you didn't need their help but their support would be nice. You exhale again and as you walk towards her, the Judgement Day in tow you look over. Beside you is Rhea with her hand in Dominik's hair from where her arm was slung over his shoulder.

keep to yourself

You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the horrible anger crawling in your head.

2. control your breathing

It's out of control, your hand is gripping your gear right where your lungs are expanding quickly from within. It's going so fast that your hands are shaky and you feel as if you're going to burst. The anger is gripping and boiling.

3. don't let it take over

Your eyes lock onto Dominik and Rhea, and then they dart in front of you right onto Belair. Everyone in the group stopped walking, their eyes widening realizing what was going on. Dominik is much like everyone else; surprised. He looks at the group questioning what's happening but no one has time to explain. You sprint towards her, throwing yourself into the ring and slamming her against the floor. The group breaks apart and runs after you, Everyone on the sides of the ring, almost begging you to calm down. Pleading that this isn't going to work out well. You have the upper hand tuning everyone out, you get on the top rope ready to fly off of it and land right on Belair, you stand and point an angry look at her. You're not mad at her, but at the world and at the cards you have been dealt. From the other side of the ring and in front of you Dominik stands, both hands in his hair and his eyes wide anxious.

You stare deeply into his eyes, like a whirlpool. You're the fire and he's the water, not meant to be. Never compatible. He stares back entranced, while you are distracted you get pushed off the top rope by Belair, she gets out of the ring and moves behind the ropes just to push you off. Unprepared you fall and at an uncomfortable angle, your face smacks right into the ring, and blood gushes from your mouth immediately. The crowd gasps and Belair comes flying off the top rope herself, smacking right into your stomach. The air is knocked out of you, and you can't move.

The pin comes easy, Belair pins you with no problems. Your ears ring hearing the ref smack the ring right beside your ear, the bell sounds and you lay there. The lights shining directly on the ring should be blinding you but that's all you want to see. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand not even processing. While Beair is celebrating her victory the Judgement Day is stunned. You went from winning all your matches to a royal fuck up.

You gather yourself, your head pounding and your body aching with exhaustion and pain. You get out of the ring and walk out, quickly the tears already forming in your eyes, and your anger still simmering. Now the group runs after you and down the hallway, originally too stunned to follow. "Hey! Wait up!", you can't place who said it but it only made things worse.

You rub along your busted lip, your hand shaking and bright red blood rubbed onto your hand. You stop walking when you get to the Judgement Days room, you push the door open and you collect all your things, shoving them into a duffle bag. You have to leave. You can't do this anymore.

Everyone walks in and someone closes the door behind them, Damian's hand lands on your shoulder and he speaks deeply. "Listen we all mess up", your breath quickens again and it builds up so quickly. Your nostrils flare and your face is pinched together with so much anger, You whip around and push his arm off of you harshly. You push him back, but your push has too much force he went tumbling back, getting held up by Rhea and Finn. "Fuck you!", you yell staring at him so furiously.

You look around and scoff, screaming at them all this time, "Fuck you all!". Rhea is starting to get angry feeling disrespected, taking a step forward, "Hey watch who you talking to-", she starts, trying to be tough. You sneer at her and sling your bag over your shoulder, "and fuck you most of all Rhea. You were never my friend", your voice cracks with emotion. It all feels like a horrible and dreadful breakup. Dominiks steps forward with a familiar deep and painful look, like he cant understand what's going on. He begins to open his mouth to talk only for Rhea to stick her arm out in front of him. Your eyes narrow dangerously as you watch it, "What is your problem?!", Rhea yells back, still keeping Dominik a distance away.

Not letting him talk. You are taken aback, so much so that you flinch backward overtaken by everything. You point between Dominik and Rhea, grimacing at the words on the tip of your tongue, "This is my problem", Rhea looks at Dominik for a second, "THAT right there!".

The argument and tension were so large it could fill a pool of pain. Your voice cracks and breaks as you watch Dominik process, you watch the whirlpool in his eyes only get larger in familiarization. Everyone's surprised faces were staring back at you. Dominik cuts in stuttering with so many questions "W-what are you saying right now?", he asks with his pointed look. He's not angry, he wants to help, and he wants your tears to stop. It feels like his heart is drowning with the tears of your pain. You laugh a little, cause it's all crazy to you. You point at Rhea glaring daggers at her, "She knows what". Rhea narrows her eyes the same way, and Dominik turns to face her expecting an answer.

Rhea rolls her eyes, "This is about some stupid crush? He made his choice", she says glancing at Dominik. You take a step forward, locking your eyes with Dominik, his sad and confused eyes. You're talking to Rhea but you're looking at Dominik, "No I loved him Rhea" You turn and look at her now, "And you knew that". You shove past them bumping shoulders with Rhea and slamming the door behind you.

The silence is so deafening, no one moves, and no one has the courage to speak up just yet. Dominik takes a few steps back and sits on the couch, his elbows sitting on his knees and his face in his hands. He collects himself and his thoughts, he looks up from his hand, and speaks to Rhea. "She loves me?", he asks in a unsure whisper. Rhea only nods, Dominik shakes his head side to side unbelieving of this, "And you knew?", his voice cracks. Rhea closes her eyes in embarrassment and now guilt, "Yea" she whispers back. Dominik looks at the floor from where he's sitting, "Wow". His hand runs through his hair and he stands up grabbing his car eyes from where they were hanging up. He walks out, slamming the door in a similar fashion to you.

In the parking lot you are sitting in your car, hands on the steering wheel, and your forehead is pressed against the wheel as you are going through it. Dominik walks out only for him to be standing right in front of your car. He looks at you through the windshield, his whirlpool eyes swirling with unthinkable emotions captivating your breath. You look up at him the auburn burn behind your eyes holding him still in place. Two people, one beloved and concentrated, the other flickering and burning from within. Two elements not meant to be... two people incompatible in the world of clashing elements.

[phantompanties]

Another one!!!

LUCIUS'S SFW ALPHABET!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

This boy is the most doting partner it is unreal. His love language is gifts and physical touch. He’ll kiss your hands, cheeks, lips, forehead, neck, anywhere he can get his hands on. He calls you any and all pet names under the sun (even the super cringy ones like sweetie-honey-pookie-bear but that’s mostly for laughs) and he’ll try his best to spend as much time with you as he possibly can. This boy is so clingy.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you manage to have a strictly platonic relationship with an incubus like him, he’s the type of queer bestie to be a total bitch but it's all loving. He’ll be your best wingman, trying to play matchmaker with anyone you even slightly gaze at too long. But if that isn’t your thing, he’ll spend most of your friendship trying to indoctrinate you into alt fashion. This boy likes to match with his lovers/breasties.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

LOVER of cuddling. GOLD MEDAL OLYMPIC CHAMPION of cuddling. When he’s in love, he’ll try to cuddle you ALL THE DAMN TIME he cannot keep his hands off of you! His favourite way to cuddle is skin-to-skin with his head on your chest, listening to your soothing heartbeat. To him, it’s like being wrapped in a fluffy safety blanket with a big soft pillow and a sweet lullaby. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

This man is a total malewife when he’s in love. He’ll use his prowess of his ancient knowledge to cook with you and teach you how to make things he learned in his multi millennia-long life. He’s great at cleaning too, often doing it while you’re asleep. To demons like him, a pact is like marriage. At least until his master passes away and he absorbs their soul. After that, it's like having them within him at all times, so to him, they’re never truly gone.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Like I said, a pact is like a marriage but more extreme. It can’t be solved with divorce because it’s soul-binding. If there were some kind of problem with your relationship that had to end with the two of you splitting, he’d just return to his normal life of feeding off of random humans, taking your soul when your time inevitably comes anyway. It’s too sad to think about though, so let’s just say the two of you are madly in love forever

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Again, a pact is like marriage, and when he has a pact with a human, it’s the happiest point of his life for as long as that human lives. When he falls, he falls hard. When that human passes, of course, he’ll be devastated. He’ll miss you so much, but having your soul dwelling within him gives him comfort knowing that he gave you a happy life and that he was able to be with someone so lovely.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

I write him as a soft dom for a reason, lol. This boy is like Ferdinand the Bull. he has big scary horns and fangs and he’s super tall with all these demonic tattoos and stuff but in reality, he treats you like glass unless you say otherwise. Emotionally, due to him being mostly used for his body because of his nature, he doesn’t really open up unless he really loves you. Of course, he loves the sexual stuff, he needs it to live after all, but those times when you braid his hair while the two of you watch a movie or when you bake desserts together and wipe icing on each other’s faces are the moments he cherishes the most.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

The sweetest softest hugs when he’s the most vulnerable. Like I always say, his head will be on your chest and his tail will always be around your waist so he can be as close as humanly demonically? Possible. He will hug you every chance he gets. If you don’t want to be hugged, he will admittedly sulk a little but will find another way to dote on you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If you’re just another “meal”, he won’t say it at all. There’s not enough time between the two of you to really build a relationship when it’s just gonna end with him taking what he’s owed. However, if you enter a pact, he will open up to you little by little until he falls faster than his lord Lucifer did from heaven for you. As for how fast he drops an L bomb, he usually waits for you to do it first to avoid you being uncomfortable. He prefers your comfort above his own, after all.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

As an incubus, he really has no place in judging his master if they want to sleep with others. He’s 100% willing to share! However, if it’s a situation where a person is clearly not letting up and making you uncomfortable, he’ll wrap his arm around your hip, pulling you close and intimidating the person until they run away. He won’t be jealous because of you, but because some lowly human deciding to harass HIS master? Not on his watch. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, sweet. Passionate, and a little awkward bc of the lip ring tbh. If you don’t like it, he’ll take it out whenever you kiss. He’ll kiss literally anywhere he can reach this boy is SMITTEN

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I feel like he wouldn’t go out of his way to be around children due to his promiscuity, but if he were to be around or entertain little ones, he’d be like the fun uncle. He’s giving them shoulder rides and playing finger paints and dolls with them. He’d be the kind of guy to have full-on insightful conversations with a baby who can only babble and eat their toes. Be warned: you may get baby fever…

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Since Lucius rarely sleeps, he’s always waking you up with breakfast, kisses, and other acts of love. Sometimes if he’s picked up a hobby he’d be so excited to show you what he’s made. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Aside from sex, they’re relaxing. If you come home from work stressed, sore and not in the mood, he’ll give you massages and kiss it all better while you watch something or do an activity together. If his master is upset, it’s his duty to make them feel better! (his words, not mine)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I feel like he’d reveal more and more about his immortal life piece by piece later in the relationship. As a denizen of hell, he’s seen things that would make humans go insane, so he doesn’t want to scare you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This man has the patience of a saint (ironic lmao). If you have troubles of any kind, he’ll work them out with you no matter what they are. He has eons of knowledge, so he knows quite a bit. It takes A LOT to anger this sweetheart.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Admittedly, he’s a little forgetful sometimes. He’ll remember anniversaries and birthdays no problem, but when it comes to really small things like your coffee shop order, he might stand there like a deer in the headlights. As the relationship progresses he’ll get better, but for a while, he’s gonna have a constantly spinning bowl of lukewarm oatmeal for a brain.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Probably when you celebrate something that pertains to him, like his birthday. As a demon, he doesn’t really require birthday celebrations because, to be honest, he doesn’t even remember his own age. So when he mentions in passing his estimated birth date, and you surprise him with his favourite chocolate cake with “Happy gazillionth birthday, Lucius” written in sloppy icing, he tears up a little, because he knows that birthday celebrations are important to humans. It makes him feel so special

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This boy is a worrywart fr. if you get into a situation that’s frightening and dangerous, he’s by your side for protection. As a demon with supernatural abilities, he’s good at intimidation. If someone is threatening your safety, he isn’t above torture and murder. As sweet as he is, the man IS a demon, and will not tolerate his master being harmed.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh honey, he puts his whole pussy into it. It’s almost overwhelming how crazy he goes for you. He’ll ask you questions the whole year, subtly getting you to talk about things you’d like to do or things you want to have, writing it all down in his secret little notebook titled “to-do list for my darling” to surprise you with on the day of.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Being a demon who lives off lust, if you’re to be in a pact with him you have to understand that if you’re not in the mood for a period of time, he will have to go out and consume from others. While he can eat human food, it’s as if a human lived off of chicken soup for the rest of their life. He’ll waste away without his energy source. It may not be optimal for some, but it’s kind of how he stays alive.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Boy is VAIIINNNNNNN ok. He has a skincare routine, a haircare routine, a workout routine, maintains his horns and tail to keep them glossy and smooth, constantly files his nails sharp enough to cut steel, etc etc. if he can’t maintain his routine for even one day he gets pouty. Please pamper this man lmao

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Lucius has been through many pacts, and of course, many heartbreaks. When his master passes, he has a hole in his heart for a long long time. But when he absorbs their soul, he feels a sense of joy in knowing they’re a part of him for eternity, keeping them in his heart. He probably keeps photos of all of his masters over the years so he doesn’t forget their faces. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His least favourite food is lemons. He has a massive sweet tooth and cannot stand sour flavours. He makes the funniest pucker face too.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

If his master didn’t treat him back with at least a little bit of the kindness and love he gives, he’ll be turned off and truthfully, a little saddened. He puts so much into his relationships with his masters out of a deep-rooted need to be loved for more than his body, that if he was treated as nothing but an object while he’s in a pact, he’ll be distant. 

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

As stated before, he doesn’t typically sleep. However, when he does, he’s a cuddler. He has to snuggle the closest warm thing available. He’s a heat-seeking snuggle machine. If he’s having a particularly good dream, his tail will whip around and he’ll actually purr. It's very rare to see this, like a shiny pokemon. Record it or he won’t believe you.

[championleonsslut]

I know you've had a similar ask like this about virgin Leon and I really loved that fic, so I was wondering if Leon and his s/o are both virgins and don't even realize it for a bit, especially the reader who thought Leon would have been experienced with his many fans and fame and they admit nervously that they just don't want to disappoint Leon🥺

Surprised Pikachu face for both of them when they realize they're in the same boat and have both been waiting to try and make it right for each other. Queue very fluffy and passionate lovemaking, especially since they had been pining for each other since Leon started his journey as champion and eventually helped his s/o achieve the same and feelings just grew through the whole game

Omfg this is too cute and I am a sucker for some good old lovemaking every now and then

“You too, huh?”

Tender and sweet af sex it’s kinda sickening

Female reader

You wanted to have sex with Leon, you really did. But… There was just one problem. You’d never had sex before… And Leon… He’s Leon.

You’d feel embarrassed being so inexperienced with the champion who’s probably fucked hundreds of his fans.

But… The wait was killing you. So that night you both were seated on the bed, and you broke.

You sighed, “Leon… I… I want to have sex with you.”

Leon blinked at you.

“I-I know you’ve probably had lots of sex with your fans… And I doubt I’ll be as good… B-Because I’ve never had sex before… I want you to take my virginity.”

Leon just stared at you for a few moments, before he chuckled.

“You want me to take your virginity?”

You nodded.

“Well it’d be more of a trade, since you’d be getting mine too.”

Now it was your turn to blink in surprise.

“Y-You’re a virgin too?”

He nodded, “I’ve never fucked any of my fans, and all my past relationships never really got past heavy-makeouts. I was hoping to save it for you anyway… Because I’d never wanna be with someone like that if they weren’t you. I mean, I’ve liked you since I was a kid! And now… Now you’re my girl…”

Your cheeks reddened at his words, and he brought a hand up to caress your cheek.

He grinned, “I honestly thought you’d got around more. Especially with how pretty you are, good thing I snagged you, right?”

You chuckled, which turned into a gasp as Leon leaned into nibble away at your neck as he ran his hands all over you.

Each caress was like sparks, especially when he touched your hips and thighs. He was gently nibbling at your neck the entire time, and his hands moved up your back to begin fiddling with the back of your dress.

His lips left your neck, and your eyes met instead. His were ridden with lust and love, and half-lidded to match the blush and smirk on his face.

Your dress was off faster than you could blink, leaving you in just your bra and panties. Leon practically drooled at the sight, and you went to tug at his jersey.

You’d seen him shirtless before, but this was a whole new experience.

The next few moments were a flurry of heated passion. Leon’s lips were on yours, his tongue was in your mouth, claiming its territory. He had tugged off his long socks and shorts, and also got to work on your bra.

Once your breasts were exposed, Leon’s eyes lit up as he looked them over.

He pinched a nipple between his fingers, “Beautiful…”

You chuckled, and his lips were quickly back on yours. Soon, the two of you were fully bare. You were quite taken with the sight of his erect, bouncing cock that was just begging for attention.

You were going to reach for it, but Leon had a question.

“Have you… Ever touched yourself before?”

You shook your head, “It’s all too complicated…”

He nodded in understanding, which turned into a chuckle.

“So I’m giving you your first orgasm too?”

That made you blush and look away.

Leon gazed down at your bare pussy, and wasted no time in digging into his meal. His tongue was so warm and wonderful, you yelped at the feeling.

He went right for your clit at first, and it made you tremble. Then, he slowly eased you open with one finger… And then another. He tried three but you were too tight for that.

Cumming for the first time was difficult, but Leon didn’t seem to mind how long it took. He was happy to chow down on your cunt all night long. When he finally tipped you over the edge, you let out a scream of his name that went right to his ego.

You were panting by the time he was done, and your juices were all over his face. He licked them right off.

He pointed a finger at your soaked pussy, “That. That is delicious. That’ll be my dessert every night now.”

You had no complaints.

He gently laid you down on the bed, and got on top of you. You could feel him poking you, and were jittery with excitement.

He glanced down at you, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You rapidly nodded, and he began to slowly push in.

It hurt at first, but then it stopped. There seemed to be some kind of barrier that was blocking him from going all the way in.

You were going to tell him that he’s too big and he won’t fit and-

Then something snapped inside you, and Leon accidentally shoved all the way in.

Leon blinked, and pulled out a little.

“What was that?”

You glanced down, and his dick was slightly bloody.

“You broke my hymen.”

He blinked.

“Was that important?”

You could tell him about that later, as right now you had better things to do.

His thrusts were slow and precise, really trying to get his point across of how much you meant to him. You were both moaning and groaning the entire time.

Leon hissed through his teeth, “So tight.”

While he ruined your insides, he gently and tenderly kissed you, and left hickies all over your neck and shoulders.

Your cunt tried to swallow him up at one point with your orgasm, and it drove Leon mad.

His moans were slowly getting louder once you came, and eventually he whipped his dick out, which made you whine, until he released all over your stomach and chest.

While he came down from his high, you scooped up some of the cum and tasted it. Not bad.

He snuggled up against you, and you both went under the covers to stay warm.

He pecked your forehead.

“Let’s do that again sometime.”

[soranihimawari]

Cats & Sweet Starts

Kuroo Tetsurō has been nominated for many things: most likely to succeed, most likely to be chemistry quiz bowl champion, most likely to date a supermodel… but when he stands in front of you at your first JVA-interns reunion, he’s sopping wet from the beer a horrid ex-boyfriend of yours throws at your face. Or at least tried to.

“You always protected ‘em huh Kuroo? Just like helped cover her mistakes when the boss was around,” the jerk scoffs.

“I just did it because you kept putting ‘em down at the board meetings, asshole,” Kuroo says before wiping his face. He turns to you asking if you’re ok, you nods. However, before your old fling at the office leaves, you put your glass down and march right up and sock the idiot who ruined your friend’s suit with your fist.

Kuroo laughs a bit stunned you could hit that hard. Jerk of an ex-fling looks at you and rubs his cheek.

“Pop quiz dickweed,” you square your shoulders in your bar attire. “Before volleyball what was the the one sport I was the captain for?”

The rag doll of a guy who probably has an STD now for being a player looks at you says you probably broke his cheek and you shake your head.

“Does it look like I care? You ruined our reunion. Get out of here,” turns to look at Kuroo with an apologetic smile. “Your suit’s ruined. I really liked that one too….”

An hour or so later, the pub is lively again and you walk together with your current department neighbor at the JVA. He talks about how badass you were after he took the whiskey sour hit on your behalf.

“… but you kicked Kuwabara’s ass. Have you always been that strong?”

You’re at the lobby of Kuroo’s apartment complex about to leave after saying your goodnights.

“Hmm… you didn’t know me in high school, but i guess I still am, haha. Don’t forget I’m paying for your dry cleaning. Just send me in the invoice, ok Kuroo-kun?”

He nods and waves as you head to your home via hailing a cab.

You’re about to be dropped off in your drive way when you piece some things together and tell the driver you’d pay him double to take you back to the apartment complex he picked you up in.

The ride back to Kuroo’s complex was an entertaining one. You tell the driver all about how Kuroo introduced himself in the first day; you were cubicle buddies for the next six to eight months during your internship five years ago; now you’ve officially signed on with him your department and his work on promotional athletes from the national team…

“I’m in merchandise development and he’s in sports contracts,” you say proudly at the light right before the complex.

“And falling in like, happened when?” The driver asks bemused.

“Three years ago when we had to fake a relationship so his family would stop worrying about him too much,” you smile.

“And falling in love…?”

“Two hours ago when my ex splashed a cocktail all over his face…thanks mister.”

You hand the driver some cash and run straight to the elevators.

Meanwhile, Kuroo is on the phone with his team trying to sort out his emotions that are tied to you until one of them turns into all of them saying what he’s known since you bought him that little cactus for his big boy promotion desk. It stares at him everyday and he watered it for a year then on the eve of your friendship anniversary (his idea you went along with), you tell him it’s a fake plant. You and him laughed together over tea time. Kuroo’s friends agree saying he’s just got to for it and see what works.

“I gotta go fellas, thanks,” Kuroo hangs up and though he is in his tank top under shirt and old college sweatpants, his finger hovers over your name on his phone. Sighing he’s about to call you when he hears a knock and goes to open the door after seeing who it was.

“YN?”

You smile brightly apologizing for the late house call after you saw each other not that long ago:

“Excuse me,” you say sternly, standing on your toes to kiss him.

Kuroo’s golden eyes seem matte and warm when you pull away. Your cheek is stroked gently by his curled forefinger and his other hand holds you steady when you return to the ground shoes and all.

“Wh-when?” He lingers near you before you push him inside to close the door behind you. His smile is Cheshire like and cheeks are a soft plum pink under the fluorescent lighting of his living room. He holds your hand and realizes you haven’t answered just yet, but he sees your blush spread.

“Pub,” you laugh and he cups your face to kiss you again. “You?”

“When you reminded me you did judo,” Kuroo laughs too, letting you kiss him for as long as you’re able to. He returns them with as much vitality as he deems worthy.