#don't call me Rach

[dolokhoded]

good night. vote 4 rach.

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 15

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: fifteen

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhh that's it i'm quitting this job tillies my baes you guys hiring? 🙏

stairway NOOOO Y/N IM SOO SORRY

willybum Y/N NO

elton ABSOLUTELY NOT

kyra ABSOLUTELY YES

cha cha YESSS WE WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS

stephy of course! 🥰

the REAL karate kid NAHHH

neev WE DIDNT MEAN TOO Y/N WE'RE REALLY SORRY

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ NO YOU GUYS ARE NOT

meado what did you guys do this time

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

stairway it was nothing!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ NOTHING?!

willybum did you just make a meme of me ....

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i've made memes of all of you BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT RN i hate you all except lotte i love you you're the only lioness i'll support

tom holland's twin while i really appreciate that pls don't leave me with these idiots 🥺🙏

meado waittt i wasn't part of all this why hate meee

earpsy yeah i wasn't there either why do we gotta suffer tho

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ MARY you not being there was what caused this torture and suffering in the first place 😭😭

keira i'm so out of the loop rn

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ SO THESE IDIOTS THOUGHT I'D BE GREAT FOR TARGET PRACTICE IN GOALS AND SHOVED ME IN THE BATTLEFIELD WITHOUT MY CONSENT ME WHOS THE OPPOSITE OF ATHLETIC GOT ABUSED BCUZ OF THEM ALL only lotte being the angel she is helped me

willybum it wasn't even that badddd

stairway yeahh you're being kinda dramatic

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ WASNT EVEN THAT BAD?! EXCUSE YOU I HAVE A CONCUSSION BCUZ OF YOU GUYS AND A MASSIVE BUMP ON MY HEAD AND YOURE CALLING ME DRAMATIC?!

tom holland's twin yeah it was a nasty bump ngl y'all knocked out her braincells

elton i mean to be fair she kinda didn't have many braincells to begin with anyway ....

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ SPEAK FOR YOURSELF THATS ITTT TILLIES YALL MY NUMBER ONE MY MAIN MY HOMELAND

the REAL karate kid

willybum NOOO NOT THEMMM WE SHOULD BE YOUR NUMBER ONE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ WELL YOU SHOULDVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YALL ATTACKED ME AFTER EVERYTHING IVE DONE FOR YALL AND THIS IS HOW YOU GUYS REPAY ME?!

kyra charli and i are coming to get ya rn from these losers we're on our way

stairway WHO YOU CALLING LOSERS?!

willybum this is unacceptable

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

willybum

the REAL karate kid

neev NAHH WE'LL WAGE WAR

kyra

come at me you colonisers

tom holland's twin NAHH NOT COLONISERS 😭😭

stairway WE WILL

cha cha imma bring in the big guns

cha cha added brick wall, ford, lani and sammy the skippa

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

OMG MORE AUSSIES AYEE

cha cha um that photo .... anyway macca cait lani protect y/n at all costs

brick wall

aye aye

lani on it!

ford okay!

sammy the skippa um what is happening rn

stephy all you need to know is that we gotta protect y/n from the lionesses

sammy the skippa

neev we got our own big guns lucy millie mary rach need ya rn

earpsy here!

brightness yes.

daily i was summoned

rusty metal yeah?

kyra well WEVE GOT MCCABE KATIE MCCABE

the REAL karate kid WHAT?!

willybum SINCE WHEN WAS MCCABE WITH YOU GUYS?!

brick wall since always?

stephy yeah katie's an honorary aussie

meado katie?!

mccard yeah i am

elton WELL WEVE GOT ONA ISNT THAT RIGHT?

rusty metal ona?

ona well ..... i'm afraid to tell you that we spaniards have formed an alliance with the aussies

kie THE BETRAYAL 😭😭

willybum what is this blasphemy

tom holland's twin wait isn't spain also a coloniser tho ....

stairway oh yeahhh that's hypocritical of you

ona shhhhhhh

kyra

cha cha well y/n is successfully ours

willybum ABSOLUTELY NOT

neev WE'LL GET HER BACK JUST YOU WAIT

stairway YEAH WERE COMING FOR YOU KANGAROO RIDERS

samma the skippa

what are you all gonna do? drown us in your cup of teas?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ DAMN yall got violated haha

the REAL karate kid

neev i cannot believe this just happened 😔😭

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next part here

[wileys-russo]

blurb with Mary E realising she’s in love with reader right before the World Cup semi or final (you choose). Mary tries not to let her feelings get in the way and so she pushes you away which eventually leads to you confronting her and her confessing. So bit of softness and a bit of angst for my girl

midnight confessions II m.earps

"mary! get off." your laugh echoed around the pitch as the soaking wet goalkeeper wrapped herself around you, rubbing her wet hair in your face as you squealed, the older girls lips curling into a grin at the noise of your continued laughter.

"you're such a dick maz." you shoved her away with a smile as she finally let you go, the girl pulling your hoodie over your head as it started to drizzle again. "oh you loove me." the blonde grinned teasingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek making you playfully roll your eyes.

"can you imagine once this is filled with people?" you shook your head in awe, your hand slipping into marys as it often did, the keeper squeezing it gently as the two of you wandered your way around the stadium.

"all cheering your name when you score!" mary dropped your hand and ran around pump her fists, mockingly yelling your name over and over as you smacked at her chest with flushed cheeks, overwhelmed at the thought.

"you've been the one who carried us this tournament, seriously mary you should be so proud of yourself. i'm so proud of you!" you hugged the taller girl tightly who instantly melted at your words, resting her chin on your shoulder and mumbling a thank you, the two of you holding one another for a moment before you were both called back in.

"first one inside picks the movie we watch tonight." you challenged as you broke up the hug before sprinting off, hearing the blonde yell in contempt before she chased after you. "loser!" mary cheered with a whoop as she passed you, just entering the tunnel moments before you did.

"not fair your legs are longer!" you huffed, jumping on her back as she carried you away. "thats what you get for cheating. my pick tonight!" mary grinned victoriously.

the two of you would always watch a film in her room on matchday eve, over the course of this tournament together it started off as a one time thing but with time it had become your own little tradition.

"oh hey i have to talk to rach about something, i'll meet you on the bus." you raced off after the keeper carefully placed you back down on your feet, watching you go with a fond smile.

"tooney! delete that." mary shoved the shorter girl beside her who took a photo of her as she appeared by her side. "no. consider this an intervention." ella announced, motioning over alessia who joined the pair as they made their way toward the exit, trailing behind everyone else.

"you, are in denial." ella poked at the keepers chest who frowned. "what are you on about?" mary sighed as alessia slung her arm across her shoulders. "you're in love with her mary." the blonde stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"what? in love with who?" "her."

and with that ella held up her phone, showing mary the photo she'd snapped earlier which did in fact show her looking after you as you'd run off toward rachel, a soft smile on her lips and what anyone else could easily describe as a lovesick look of pining smacked on her face.

"look at how you look at her mary, you're obsessed with the girl." ella spoke now a lot more gently, the keeper pushing her phone away as she looked forward with a frown, alessia and ella sharing a look as the trio paused, lingering in the corridor.

"i'm not, we're just best mates." mary mumbled quietly with a shake of her head, trying to push down the doubts which had begun to swirl around her head. "best mates don't look at one another like that mary." alessia stated softly, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"when something exciting happens, whose the first person you want to tell?" "she is." "when you wake up or go to sleep, whose the person you ring or message?" "she is."

"when you're around her, how do you feel?" "happy? comfortable? relaxed? i don't know!" mary sighed, dragging her hands down her face with a shake of her head.

"i can't do this right now." the blonde stated quietly, shrugging alessias arm off her shoulder and marching off toward the bus, the conversation triggering an explosion of thoughts within her head, all crashing and smashing into one another like dodgem cars.

scrambling onto the bus mary took a seat beside katie, forcing herself to ignore the frown sent her way by you as you'd saved her a seat and tried to wave her over, the two of you normally always sat together.

and it was the same thing at dinner, you'd saved her a seat and grabbed extra food on your plate, knowing the taller girl would always finish before you and end up picking at your dinner, yet another regular routine.

so when she'd sat herself in between millie and rachel, on a table seemingly as far away from you as she could get, your body deflated and you pushed away your plate, now no longer hungry as you tried to riffle through anything you could have done to upset her.

"you need to eat, big game tomorrow. world cup semi finals don't happen every day you know!" lucy bumped her knee against yours, noticing your downtrodden mood and having made multiple attempts throughout dinner to cheer you up to no avail, jordan joining in with just as much success.

"just the nerves i guess, not really hungry." you mumbled, resting your chin on your hand and zoning back out, diving right back into the pool of overthinking about anything you could have done to cause mary to be off with you.

"ai dopey come on then. what's the matter?" lucy tapped at you, giving you a concerned look making you sigh. "yeah you're never this quiet, i almost prefer the headache you give me with your chattering about than this mopey state." jordan added on with a teasing smile.

"mary's off with me and i don't know why. she blanked me on the bus, blanked me after media time, blanked me at dinner, isn't answering my messages. and i dunno what i did wrong!" you frowned, head slumping to rest on your arms with a defeated sigh.

what you missed was the shared look of knowing between the two older girls, both lucy and jordan having played alongside you and mary for years it was safe to say alessia and ella weren't the only ones on the team who wondered why the two of you hadn't ended up together yet.

"maybe she's just nervous for tomorrow too kid. give her some breathing room and then try to go chat to her."

so you gave her space during dinner and for around an hour afterwards as everyone had spent some time bonding, playing a few rounds of never have i ever in the rec room.

then you'd tried speaking with her afterwards but she'd brushed you off again, mumbling that she was tired and not in the mood for a film tonight before hurrying off to her room.

"hey, you alright?" alessia appeared beside you as you watched mary disappear into the elevator, the younger girl having noticed marys strange behavior toward you and feeling an abundance of guilt that it had clearly been caused by her and ellas attempts to get her to acknowledge her feelings.

"has mary said anything about being upset with me?" you asked with a frown as alessia shook her head, trying to pull you into a game of darts with her and ella which you declined, thanking her for the offer before marching off toward the elevator.

you crossed your arms and tapped your foot impatiently after you'd almost knocked your best friends door in, knuckles tingling from the force as a few more moments passed and you raised your hand to knock again.

only before you could it clicked open, a tired looking mary appearing as you pushed past her into the room before she could even say a word. "i said i was really tir-"

"what have i done? why are you upset with me?" you sat down on her bed and cut her off, eyebrows knitted into a deep frown as mary tried her best to ignore the obvious hurt which shone through your eyes, no doubt caused by her actions this afternoon.

"nothing, i'm not upset with you." "then why have you been avoiding me all afternoon?" "i haven't, i've just been busy with the girls." "bullshit. you've been blanking me ever since the pitch inspection."

"maz please, if i've done anything at all to upset you can we just talk about it? i hate being like this with you, you're my favorite person and right now it feels like you're a million kilometers away." you asked a lot more softly, voice cracking a little with the vulnerable confession.

"you've not done anything so there isn't anything to talk about." mary repeated firmly, busying herself re-folding her already neatly folded uniforms for tomorrow, purposefully avoiding your gaze which didn't go unnoticed by you.

"then why can't you even look at me mary!" you raised your voice slightly, the blonde wincing but still refusing to turn around as her hands shook slightly, desperately fighting how much she so badly wanted to just wrap you up in her arms right now.

you waited a few more moments, giving her as ample an opportunity as you could to speak up but when you rewarded with only silence your body crumpled.

"whatever, be like that then." you mumbled quietly, shoulders sagging as you stood to your feet, shuffling back toward her door and not even sparing her a glance.

"hey no wait." the keeper dropped the shirt in her hand and hurried toward you, hand slamming the door back closed as you tugged it open, her taller form hovering behind you.

"there is something going on but its not something you've done." mary admitted quietly, taking a step back as you turned with a confused look on your face. "well then talk to me about it. we talk about everything!" you affirmed softly, reaching out to take her hands, face falling as the older girl took a step back and pulled her hands away from you.

"fine, i won't push you." you sighed in defeat, mary throwing back her head with a silent groan of frustration, reaching out to grab you by the arm as you tried to open the door again.

"i think i'm in love with you." the keeper rambled out quickly before her mind could tell her to stop, allowing her body's jerky impulse to take over as she bit down on her bottom lip, terrified for your reaction to her realisation.

"you're the first person i think of when i wake up and the last when i go to sleep. you're the one person in the whole world who i think actually gets me and you believe in me sometimes more than i think i could ever believe in myself. actually no i know im in love with you and i think i have been for quite a while now which probably sounds super weird? because well we've never kissed or been on a date or done anything even remotely romantic but-"

at your lack of response mary opened her mouth and continued to word vomit, her lovesick and nervous ramblings cut short as your cherry red lips suddenly found themselves pressed softly against hers.

at the heavenly sensation mary's knees buckled and she grabbed onto your waist to steady herself, needing to physically touch you to make sure this was really happening as you pulled away once the two of you needed to come up for air, chests slightly heaving at the unexpectedly feverish kiss.

"i think i might just be in love with you too."

[sst0rmm]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ in the mornings ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

ft: isagi.

notes: more morning fluff to feed your soul (and the smallest bit of angst, too) ₊˚⊹⋆

warnings: slight sexual content, slight swearing too (no explicit mentions)

part/series: 1.0 2.0 3.0

wc: 2643

guys morning isagi has a chokehold on me

ok maybe all of isagi has a chokehold on me.

like you can't tell me the man is NOT a warm cuddle sleep love perfection isofjsdf

mans so genuine and sweet god im laufey lovesick

listening to rach 2 [start at 20:40, it's gorgeous] while writing makes me feel even more (yes i linked it it's amazing)

sunlight is just a daily morning occurrence when isagi yoichi's around.

"you sleep well, baby?" his arms come around the small of your back and across your body, centering you firmly on the warm, hard planes of his chest. it was a very long night, after all, you grin to yourself.

isagi smiles down at you, blue eyes bright and all. way too bright for eight in the morning. and still, you're filled with fondness, because this man, talent and cuteness personified, is yours.

you murmur up at him. "who's got you smiling like that?"

he swoops down tantalizingly close until your lips are just a hairsbreadth away from touching. you can feel a warm ghost of air flutter across your face. leaning in closer, you-

isagi pulls away with a smirk and you groan. "definitely not you," he hums and leaves the bed. sighing to yourself in half exasperation and half amusement at your boyfriend's antics, you spare a glance over at his retreating form.

"don't tell me your ears are blushing again," you call out, but he ignores you, despite the fact that the tips of his ears, are, in fact, slightly red.

cute.

and just seeing this action fills you with joy because isagi yoichi loves you, and damn everything else, because when it's just the two of you, you're light as air and rejoicing in a summer sun. the two of you, on the beach in italy, relaxing on warm, silky sand.

you're still a little sore from last night (isagi normally is a little different from isagi in bed) so you fall down into cozy, white sheets, and dream of nothing but happiness.

is this man even real

well he's in an anime so he's not but like that's not my point

where can we get these blue lock guys irl

breakfast is a... marathon.... you'll see...

a burning scent invades your senses as you walk drowsily into the kitchen. briefly, you're distracted by the pull of isagi's back muscles, and you can see the marks of where your hands were wrapped around those muscles last night.

you blush to yourself, before you hear isagi's sheepish voice. pan in one hand, apron stained with grease, and an adorably perplexed expression on his face, he looks at you more than a little embarrassedly.

"i'm telling you, i followed the recipe! i cooked the eggs just like epicurious said but-"

huffing at him in exasperation, you snatch the pan from his hands and scowl down at the offending iPad housing the recipe that caused this mini-disaster.

isagi's by your side in a flash, looking everywhere but your eyes and very much like a kicked puppy.

"you're not mad, y/n, are you?" you're not, of course, just amused and a little sorry for isagi (because this lowkey happens every other weekend), but you decide to try a little... experiment.

letting the sun warm your face gives you ammunition for what you're about to do next. you raise your eyebrows at him, give him an unimpressed stare, and sigh.

you start off a little slow. "it's fine, isagi, just-" you push him away mock-tiredly and plop yourself down on the coach.

it's around two and three quarters mississippis before he comes right by your side. blue eyes startingly clear and misty with emotion, looking at you like that's enough to make tides move, end the world, and stop your heart.

like you're the one glimmering light in a world of darkness. like you're the only thing that matters.

that look sends a pleasant burst of heat through your veins, and you almost want to give up the ruse. not yet, you chide yourself. just a little bit longer.

his voice's soft, low, and melting your insides. "i'm so sorry, y/n, you have to forgive me. baby- i was only trying to make breakfast for you, and it just-"

you sigh despite yourself. in spite of being one of the world's best strikers, isagi yoichi's pretty lacking on some other basic human survival skills. common sense is a little uncommon these days.

"i mean, how did you manage to burn an egg and ruin my pan? and spill milk on the floor without even cleaning it up?"

"i spilled milk-?"

you're starting to get a little frustrated, even though this all started off as a harmless act. "it's right there, dripping on the floor, isagi."

and he looks so distraught that you just want to wrap him up in your arms, mold yourself to his warm frame, hold him tight and never let him go. you know what isagi's about to do (it's what he does best, although you'll never admit it).

he goes in for a hug. a special hug, á la yoichi. it's one more comforting than warm coffee on a hot day, one more loving than words can even describe. it takes your breath away every time, even more than the gorgeous view of the city of stars mapped onto a blanket of inky, purple sky you see every month.

hikes on mount jiju are worth it.

and in that hug, isagi says all he needs to say and volumes more. a delightful rush of heat courses through your veins, magnetizing and all-consuming. like that, your lips press his like a moth to a flame, splendidly, effervescently, totally consuming you whole.

you feel all of him. toned arms clinging to you like it's the last time he'll ever hug you, lips gently coaxing yours apart with a soft sigh on your end as you melt into the utter beauty of the kiss. the way your arms slot perfectly just underneath his neck, like you were made for each other.

he presses his lips even firmer on yours, passionate and all-consuming. you think you can feel your heart melting into a little, happy puddle of warmth and everything isagi yoichi. your mind's consumed whole with the blazing inferno of heat warming your heart completely, and the sheer mindnumbingness of your boyfriend's kisses.

then, you two break apart. cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. his eyes meet yours, and you think you might cry with the pure love and passion practically shining out of them. suddenly, you feel utterly whole and human in a way.

you can even feel the press of his coc-

"do you forgive me, y/n?" isagi distracts you from your... thoughts.

"i wasn't ever mad," you smile up at him. spills of milk and broken pans are temporary, they're easily mendable. but love and emotions and memories, now that's forever.

he picks you up gently as a porcelain doll and suddenly you're on your bed, the white sheets warmed by the sun. featherlight kisses make their way down your neck, and he traces absentminded patterns on your chest with warm, gentle fingers.

indelible marks on your skin showing your love.

"may i?" he smirks, moving further south.

"i thought you'd never- ahh- ask-" you breath out a soft sigh as you feel his lips press soft kisses on the inside of your thighs.

"fuck being a gentleman," he says, and it's your last coherent thought before you really feel all of isagi. you fall underneath the spell of the sun and the sheets, completely and utterly blissful.

it's always the two of you, broken down to sand, it's the two of you. you and isagi yoichi, together.

and that's enough.

GAWDAMNN WHATTT

i did NOT think that was how it was gonna play out LMAOOO

lowkey i never have any set plans, like i just write and write and yeahhhh

that would be an amazing ending, but now i want to reverse the roles a little bit!!!

a fresh coffee spill glares at you from on your computer, a silent, undeniable sign that maybe mornings aren't the best time for working.

especially not mornings like these. (your mind heats up at thoughts of just hours before, skin on skin and lips on lips and you two just-) shaking your head to clear it, you try to focus on your work again.

you can hear isagi puttering around the house. he's a real house husband, truly, doting and all. even if the tasks he does aren't exactly the best results, they're certainly intented with the best result in mind. effort is what matters most in your eyes.

"hey, baby," he comes in with bangs tied up with a red bandana, sweat slightly beading on his brow, and looking totally and utterly adorable.

"it's giving housewife from the 80s," you tease him and he makes a mock-affronted noise.

then, he seems to change his mind. "actually, being a housewife's tough work," he nods sagely, "and i think good housewives deserve rewards, don't they?" he says this with such a straight face that you can't help but crack a smile, despite your macbook's bright screen shining up at you a reminder to get back to work.

you lean in to peck him on the cheek.

"i think a kiss should be sweeter, don't you?" he smirks,

he smirks, and leans in, but you back away. despite the warm tinge of heat you can feel emanating from his body, soft and sure and everything you want. despite that fire courses through your veins, threatening to set you and everything around you ablaze.

somehow, you manage to affect a tone sweet and soft and languid as honey. "if you kiss me, i don't think i'll be able to finish my work."

isagi lets out a soft, low laugh. "when'd you start becoming so hardworking?" he leans in closer, and closer, and like the bewitched lover you are, you're powerless to back away.

then, you feel the absence of warm heat, and only the soft scent of isagi's shampoo.

"get your work done, y/n," he whispers with a smile, and then he's gone. you're left alone with only thoughts, a half-spilled cup of coffee, and a undeniably empty word document.

time passes, yet your productivity remains frustratingly low.

11:39 A.M., your computer blinks up at you and you resist the urge to slam it shut. time's moving slow, but not sweet. slow as a snail slowly inching past your door, and your head's muddled with thoughts of precisely nothing.

you're walk down and your eyes are met with the sight of a cheerful isagi, covered in a form-fitting plaid shirt that's faded and a size too small, hair tied up in bandanas and all, talking with a delivery girl up ahead.

said girl is very clearly starstruck, and it sends a ray of sunshine through your otherwise very grey, very tired brain.

sometimes, you forget that your boyfriend's a striker celebrity. you smile fondly, going up to receive the forlorn pizza in her waiting hands, when you freeze. it's like ice freezes in your veins, slowly threatening to swallow you whole.

she's giggling at something he said, twirling her hair behind her ears, and, oh- it fills you with a hollow pit of jealousy and a frightening feeling of rage.

she's flirting with your boyfriend.

and you see her grab onto his arm- oh- it's like a bucket of cold water's dumped onto your head and now the rose-colored reality of earlier this morning is no more. you aim to walk forward, to give that girl a piece of your mind, and you notice her lean into him.

oh- and the second you don't see him back away, it's like something's stabbed your heart, piercing it into pieces and shattering it whole. suddenly, you don't have the fight, the energy. looking on helpless for a moment that feels like forever, you're oceans apart.

heart thudding fast, you feel the emotions threaten to spill over your cheeks. soft tears cascading down in a never-ending waterfall and forcing you into an melancholy abyss.

isagi looks back then, and you see a confused quirk of his lips before his eyes widen.

"thanks for the pizza," he looks down at her nametag, "val," before he runs towards you. you see her shocked, indignant face, and you can't help but feel a gleam of fury.

"get the hell away from my boyfriend," is all you say before she huffs and shuts the door and you collapse into isagi's waiting arms.

"baby, don't cry," you hear his voice crack and his hands rub soothing circles onto your back.

you scoff. "oh, please, isagi. i saw the way you two were flirting. good for you, she's a great catch-"

he cups your face in his hands so gently you can almost feel your heart begin to mend itself. it's a mindbending stare that sets all your nerves alight. long fingers wipe your tears away gently, and you can see his eyelashes and watery eyes too.

"it's not what it looks like."

you sigh, "well, what it looked like to me, was her arm was on yours and she-"

isagi looks at you firmly, eyes entrenching you in that sea of love you want to fall back into. but insecurity nips at you, pulling you back into that dark abyss.

"it's true, but-"

"and i'm just terrified, you know," you whisper so soft the silence's almost serene but not at all, "that you'll leave me-" your voice cracks, "for a better, younger, prettier-"

he presses his lips to yours. it's nothing like the kiss from earlier today, that was pure, raw passion. this one's tender, like you're falling into the arms of a waiting angel.

soft, sweet, and slow.

your arms find their comforting space around his neck, and your world's tumbling on your axis. but his lips on yours, arms a constant warmth on your skin, ground you, and center you. rebuild you, because he's there.

"listen to me, y/n," he whispers so fiercely you can feel the gravity of his emotions and everything else blocked out for a moment but the two of you.

"i will never, ever leave you. never. because there is nobody, more gorgeous, more intelligent, more caring, more kind than you."

"even a gorgeous pizza worker who should be a korean idol?"

isagi's hands come to grasp yours, lovingly, reverently. "definitely not. and you know why?"

"why?" you breathe out softly.

he looks at you with that gaze that could stop tides and set the world aflame. again, like you're the only object of his affection and his whole world's you. it's enough to make any girl cry. "because she's not my y/n. in my eyes, you're the most perfect ever. there's nobody else who's comforted me, helped me, and just loved me as much as you."

each word's punctuated by a wordless deeper meaning that you find yourself remarkably understanding. he loves you.

"i love you to the ends of the earth, y/n. till we grow old, and forevermore, i'll always be with you."

"i-" your breath shutters to a close with the soft press of his lips on yours.

isagi grins at you, smile so gleamingly wide with all the force of a thousand suns you can't look away from it's brilliance.

"i love you too," your lips curve up and are captured immediately with his. fireworks set off in your brain, glorious in their radiance and defeaning all your inside thoughts.

because you're isagi yoichi's, he's yours, and nothing will ever take him away from you. for a moment, just being together's enough.

kisses speak unspoken volumes. of memories, of desires, of pure love.

of being infinitely together, forever.

WOWOWOW i did not have any plan for it would end

isagi's really the sweetest, isn't he? that's how i imagine him, at least, soft cuddles and small smiles. he's not the loudest about his affection, but he shows it in actions that warm you to your core, fundamental things that can rent you asunder, tear your world apart, because of his love.

and when it comes to, we love poet isagi.

ignore the fact that this one's 2x longer than the first i had a lot of ideas okay

a humongous thank you to @benkeibear and @cute-sushi-roll for dividers, idk what i would do w/o u 🫶

man makes me powerless, you see his normal cute adorable side on the left, and let's just say the one on the left's when he gets really passionate, and i don't just mean on the field ;)

THANK U SM for reading, you all keep me motivated! any reqs you have for the future, don't hesitate to comment! 💖

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Ari- Baby is sick for the first time

Ari Levinson x best friend!reader (now fiancé)

New Parent Panic, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

Warnings for protective!Ari, Ari not communicating, you doing the same, and then everyone gets their shit together and it's fluff. WC 2k *Off in the distance an ol' timey man pops up: "An argument, you say? You wrote an argument?? How different from your usual!!" Ha-ha. Yeah. We get it. Ro's the same hoe as last year... **I am not a mother. I know what would reasonably be categorized as zilch about babies. I have, however, seen this overwhelmed and guilty behavior from several of my peeps as they raise their youngins, so that's good enough for me. You're doing fine. I promise.

Sure, there was the rather severe diaper rash incident, and the time when nursing her turned your nipples into raw portals for a newly-discovered circle of hell, but nothing could have prepared you for this day.

Rachel was...meh this morning when Ari left for work. A little whiny, not sleeping well, but she's an infant; that's not new. Overall, she's actually been a very straight-forward baby.

And then you don't know what happened.

You napped very hard until noon (after only a moderately successful feeding) and by then Rach had a fever.

You called the nurses' hotline. You gave her the dose of baby meds. You're trying to keep her hydrated, at least, if she can't be happy right now. You just have to stay vigilant and wait it out.

But that's not easy.

She's crying and won't sleep, she'll barely eat, and you don't have a separate car. You only want to call Ari if it's to say "we need to take her to a doctor." You're not there yet.

So you do the shittiest feeling thing you can think of, the most painful thing, and you wait.

You don't sleep. You barely eat. You take Rachel's temperature like you are monitoring the possible meltdown of a nuclear reactor. One wiggle of a degree in the wrong direction, and that Bat Signal is going on.

I can do this, you tell yourself. I've wanted to be a mom for a long time, so I can do this.

Except you don't sleep and barely eat.

Ari arrives home precisely when he said he would, the exact number of minutes (after work shuts down for the day) that it takes to drive to the house, predictable, dependable, and utterly useless when he opens the door and asks "why is she crying?"

"Because she hates me," you blubber, holding her to your chest, arms cramped from cradling her for so many hours at this point.

"She need meds?"

Of course, I gave her the fucking meds.

"Hungry?"

No, asshole, I purposefully starved your fucking child for my own amusement.

"Calm down," Ari snips back. "I'm just trying to help."

Well then fucking help me!

By now, you likely look as if you're in a war zone: disheveled, manic, and possibly--definitely--hostile.

"Okay, okay, let me just take a piss and then I'll hold her."

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you want. Whatever you need." You turn your back to him before grumbling, "not like I haven't had to hold it all afternoon..."

Ari's still-booted feet land heavily beside you again. "Then I'll take her now," he grits through clenched teeth, "and you can use the bathroom."

"No. I already have her."

"Fine. I'll be right back."

"Take your time."

The way you lace the words with a sickly sweet melody has Ari spinning on a heel and staring at you through his long eyelashes, a tick in his jaw stopping him from saying something he might regret.

"Kid," he finally sighs, "just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

He runs a hand over his beard while he waits for your answer. A few seconds later, his hip juts out, arms akimbo, and he bites his bottom lip expectantly.

You just walk off toward your phone on the kitchen counter and call the nurse hotline back.

"I swear, woman," he mutters as you leave, but you're glad he can't hear you sniffle back a sob.

It should be reassuring that the nurse has no new advice for what to do. You're doing everything correctly. You're doing all you can. Don't worry. Keep checking her temp and giving her whatever fluids she'll take. That's all for now.

It doesn't feel like enough. It doesn't feel like all a mother can do.

Ari? Ari waltzes up to the fridge and cracks himself open a beer.

You don't even have words, only flaming hot vibes that will melt his face like a Spielberg movie--you have got to stop watching movie marathons during late-night breast-feeding--if you stare hard enough at his casual blue gaze.

"So," he begins, "you figure out what I gotta do?"

What had been steady whimpering from Rachel has amplified into wails that bring tears to both hers and your eyes.

They just fall down your cheeks, and you wipe them from your chin before they can fall onto your screaming child.

Ari's judging frown makes your stomach turn while he steps closer, bends at the knees, and takes his little girl in hand.

Less than a minute later, Rachel stops, and you just cannot fucking handle it. The only quiet moment you've had in six and a half hours he gets to enjoy moments after coming home.

That's not fair. Cure fucking cancer already, Levinson, and save us the goddamn grief!

The tears and the tired are choking you.

Ari tells you to go freshen up in the bathroom, but that is the most horribly wrong way to say anything to you, ever, in a moment like this.

You stomp out the front door, rip open the sliding back door of the SUV, and crawl onto the cab floor. Once the latch clicks behind you, face buried in the blanket kept on Rachel's car seat, you scream.

You whimper and you cry and you get your fucking time to be angry at all your feelings today because it's bullshit.

You didn't take your own temperature. You didn't get rest and drink plenty of fluids. You didn't take any medicine. All you keep going over in your mind is whether or not you were sick first. Did you have something you gave to your daughter? Is this your fault?

So the tears and the choking continue for...as long as they take.

You don't know how much time has passed before the car door is yanked open again. Thank the stars you are facing away. You can't look at Ari right now.

"Is she okay?" you ask with a watery voice.

His big, warm hand rubs across your back, making you sink further into the upholstery.

"Took a few ounces of a bottle and went down in her bunk."

Ari likes to call Rachel a part of his 'squad,' so he talks to your infant daughter like they're going on 'missions' to the store or getting a bottle from the 'mess.' Your bedroom has thus become the 'barracks.'

Sometimes, he holds her sitting up against his chest and uses her feet to 'march' the pair of them across the house.

Left. Left. Left right left.

And almost always, there's a giggle, too.

"Up you go, kid," Ari huffs, maneuvering you into his arms.

"No," you whine, so tired you can't tell what it is you don't want.

He just keeps saying, "I know. I know," until he's carried you inside.

Instead of taking you to the couch or the bed, Ari sits you both down in the front hall, balancing you on his lap while he loosens his boot laces and finally kicks the sturdy shoes off, placing them on the mat a couple feet away.

He presses his lips to your temple, rough beard gently scrubbing over your eyelid and cheek.

"How many times I gotta tell ya to call me?" he whispers. He doesn't expect to have this same argument again, not like this, but his point still stands. "You know, you're warm, too."

If it's another question, you don't answer that either. You change the subject.

"Did you take her temp?"

He nods, and the number he tells you is the same as it was thirty minutes ago, or rather, thirty minutes before he came home.

Ari squeezes you tighter. "You want to get into bed, and I'll bring your some juice and meds, huh? Meet you in there?"

"I'm a bad mom," you breathe.

"What?" He pulls away, smacking his head on the wall behind him. "What are you talking about?"

How are there more tears left in your body? You should be nothing but a shriveled husk at this rate.

"Bullshit," he practically seethes. "Don't you ever say that again."

"I shouldn't have--"

"Stop."

"--you were--"

"Stop it," he blurts, firm and serious.

"But I'm the one who wanted this, Ari!" Your most powerful voice only comes out as high whisper. "Me. I wanted kids. This whole time. I bitched about how Joanna's done, and I thought I could just--" you swing an arm out dramatically "--and I suck at it. Rach even likes you better!"

"No, kid. She was exhausted. I only got here at the right time."

"It's 'cause your comfy and you smell good--"

"--not sure about that--"

"--and she loves you," you bemoan.

Ari snorts out a laugh.

"She loves you, too. You're her mom." He tucks you in closer, soothing you with petting hands wherever he can reach. "I love you. So much. So, so much."

He finds your hand and the sapphire ring he put on it, spinning it gently on your finger. He hasn't gotten to make good on his promise. Planning a wedding, even a small one, with a newborn is almost impossible, but that seems to be part of the problem.

Anything to do with you or you two feels selfish when there's three. Guilt grips you when you stop to daydream about your big day because it's not about Rachel. She's the most important thing. She will trump you forever as the single most--

"Can I tell you a secret?" Ari's timbre rattles close to your ear. "You're my favorite."

You slump into his chest until your forehead braces his throat.

"Almost not fair, really," he drawls. "You've got a decade of brownie points, and she's managed to make me buy more pads for her than I've had to for y--"

You pinch at his side harshly, biting back a smile, the salt from dried tears on your lips flooding your mouth.

"Oh! And you can control your bladder for a whole day, which is downright impressive wh--hey now--" Ari scuttles on the floor to evade your attack on his ribs. "I'm just...being...honest," he chuckles.

"You're a jerk is what you are, old man."

He easily grabs both your arms and pins them together in front of him.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk. Your old man, kid. I'm yours, okay? You are not alone here. You don't have to know how to do everything by yourself." He lowers his voice as well as his face to yours. "And you mean just as much to me as that little girl in there. You hear me?"

There's a different lump of emotion lodged deep in your chest. You only nod because you can't speak.

He makes your foreheads meet.

"Please be okay. I could never do this without you. Any of it..."

That's when you realize what bothers you so much: Ari should need you to raise Rachel, but you never truly acknowledged you might need him to raise her, too.

This enormous weight of clutching every thread of life in your own two hands isn't real. You can share. You are meant to share your life with Ari. Ari is meant to share his life with you. Rachel shares life with you both, as she is meant to share with everyone around her. It's a lesson she has the opportunity to learn a lot younger than you, apparently.

He gets you to drink a whole bottle of water. He brings you some food and medicine while he handles some laundry and cleans out the day's bottles. He leads you with both hands to the bathroom, finally, and then gets you settled in bed.

As you fall asleep, you watch Ari take Rach's temperature again.

He lets out a silent cheer and holds his hand over her.

"High five?" he whispers. "No? It's fine. We'll work on that."

The last thing you see is Ari playfully lifting her from the basinet, sneaking out to the living room to enjoy a movie marathon, just for a little bit, snuggling together while he winds down for the night.

All that matters is she's safe and happy.

That, and of course, waking up in Ari's arms, listening to his slow breathing and Rachel's faster, baby huffs. You can handle anything because you made it through today and you have them.

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The Ex, Pt. 1 (Story)

Hey, my pervy ladies and pathetic losers! It's time to dish the details on the moment I introduced the new and improved Sissy Brandi to her ex-girlfriend, Rachel, just like I promised! Oh, the look on poor Rach’s face when she realized her macho ex-boyfriend had transformed into a diapered little sissy...priceless! Guess maybe someone should have warned her a little more, oopsie! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been way too long since I reconnected with one of my other college BFF’s, Rachel. It had been a minute since we last talked, and let's just say Brandi played a big part in that. During a break back in school, this loser actually dated one of my friends! I should have known he was going to be all red flags, even back then. I didn’t blame her, I just figured whatever, I was still oblivious to how much of a loser Brandi would turn out to be, and I wanted him back at the time, ugh, stupid me!  But when Brandon and I got back together, things between Rachel and me just didn't feel the same. We slowly drifted apart, only keeping in touch through occasional Instagram likes and birthday texts and that was it.

However, everything changed when Brandi was “born”. I just knew I had to introduce my adorable little girl to all the important women in her life. Brandi's sisters, Sarah and Grace, absolutely loved her new look, and I was excited to show off my handiwork to Rachel. I mean, we couldn't have anyone still thinking my little cucky was a real man, could we? It was time for a reunion and a big reveal!

I decided to take a chance and slide into Rachel's DMs on Instagram. I started off casual; "hey, girl, long time no talk!" We caught up on the usual boring adult stuff: work, relationships, the works. But then, it was time for the drama. I dropped a bomb: "Yeah, Brandon and I are still kind of dating. But guess what? He cheated!" I knew that would hook her. She immediately called, all worried and supportive, like we never stopped talking.

As she was trying to be calming and sweet, she asked how I was doing. She probably expected the typical breakup story. "I’m getting over him by getting under someone new," wasn't the response she was expecting. I went in on the whole thing, making sure to really talk about Brandon's flaws. Poor, poor me, abused, cheated on, and left alone. Sure, the loser messed up by cheating, but the rest was just a little creative storytelling. I wanted my former best friend, and Brandi’s ex-girlfriend, on my side, and it worked. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, eating up my bullshit. "What are you planning to do now?" she asked, so, so very sad for me!

"No, girl," I chuckled, "it's not about what I'm doing, it's about who." She was even more interested now; the little perv. I loved my friends. "Remember Conner?" I teased. We spent a minute talking about how cute Conner always was and how Brandon was always a douchebag to him. "Well, things have taken a twist," I said, smiling, "let's just say Brandon is a changed person. He's much sweeter now, almost unrecognizable even. It's like he's a whole new person! Sort of my little revenge for his cheating bullshit." I laughed. "Why don't you come over this weekend for a girl's night and some wine? You can meet the new Brandon... or should I say, Brandi?" I teased. This was going to be fun!

Three days later, I was buzzed and giddy, I practically skipped to the door when I heard the knock. It was showtime! Rachel was about to walk on something straight out of poor Brandi’s wildest nightmares. I'd spent the evening getting cute and downing wine, so excited for when I could show Rachel what I had done to the “man” she knew. Before I opened the door, I smiled at how fucked Brandi really was. In the center of the living room, was my hunky real man, Conner, naked and looking delicious. And bent over in front of him, my sweet sissy Brandi was on display. The poor thing was dressed to impress—or should I say, dressed to embarrass? My little princess looked absolutely perfect.

Bandi’s little schoolgirl outfit was perfect - she looked like a total sissy whore.. Her so short, and so cute plaid skirt was hiked way up, showing off her tight sissy booty. I made sure to  tie up her white crop top to really go with the look, but Conner had almost ripped it totally off her already! He just couldn't keep his hands to himself. She looked so slutty in her sky-high platform Mary Jane heels too. Bent over like that, it was like those sissy legs went on forever! I was almost jealous!. Her hair was done up in pigtails with pink ribbons, matching her glossy red lips and rosy cheeks. But the best part? Of course, it was the penis pacifier gagging her, muffling her stupid little whimpers as Conner pounded her from behind!

"Hey, girl!" I called out, pulling Rachel into a hug as I guided her inside, purposely  keeping her away from the living room. I wasn’t giving away the surprise yet! “Should we have some wi…” Rachel looked shocked as she heard a faint scream. "Mmm, someone's definitely having fun," I winked, pointing toward the muffled moans coming from the next room. 

Poor Rach didn’t know what to think. "Take it, you sissy slut!" Conner's voice boomed from the living room, followed by the sound of his hips slamming against Brandi's. "Fuck yourself on my cock, bitch!" he growled, his hands probably digging into Brandi's hips. God, he always knew how to fuck like a machine. Brandi sure was a lucky little whore right now! I could picture Conner spanking her little sissy's ass, leaving it red and sore.

"Conner's really giving it to her," I smiled like this was no big deal, pouring us both some wine. "He just loves to grab those sissy hips and force Brandi to take every inch of his, well...” I paused and cupped my hand over my mouth; “his really, really massive cock! And listen to her, sobbing like the little bitch she is." I smirked, taking a sip of my drink. 

Conner grew more demanding; "stop your fucking crying, slut! Take it like a good little sissy and thank Daddy!!" The sound of his hand connecting with Brandi's ass again echoed through the house. "That's it, scream for me, princess. Let Mommy hear how much you love getting fucked like the sissy you are!"

Rachel's eyes bulged as she listened. I led her to the living room so she could see for herself; our ex-boyfriend turned into my sissy plaything, getting plowed by my new man. I couldn't not laugh at the shock on Rachel’s face. Steering her by the shoulders, I guided her closer to the action.

"Rach, allow me to introduce you to Brandi!" I giggled, pointing toward the sobbing figure of Brandon, now just a whimpering mess. "Look at my little sissy, taking it like a cheap little whore. Isn't she adorable?"

Conner showed no signs of slowing down, driving his cock into Brandi's ass over and over. Rachel couldn’t find words, which made the whole thing even funnier for me. Poor thing. "Conner?! Brandon?! How—?" she stammered, her eyes darting between the two of them.

I placed my hand on her shoulder gently and led her back into the kitchen.  "Surprise!” I laughed, handing Rachael her wine. “I told you I changed Brandi into something much more fitting. She will never hurt another woman again. That’s what happens to cheaters."

"What the actual fuck, Heather? How did you even do all of this?" Rachel asked, downing all her wine in one go.  I explained to her how I caught Brandi cheating, about the videos of her sucking Conner's dick that I recorded, the photos of her dressed in diapers that I took, the nursery filled with dildos, and the cuckysitters I hired to keep an eye on her.

"Holy shit," Rachel finally said, shaking her head in disbelief. "A whole year?! He... or should I say, she, has been living like this for an entire year?"

Conner, who had just finished emptying another load into Brandi, joined us in the kitchen. "Mmmph," he grunted, wrapping his arms around my waist. "She's been mine for at least that long. That fucking loser has been living in diapers the whole time.”

I laughed, sharing the details of Brandi's miserable life. "And let's not forget, she has to call Conner 'Daddy.' I'd guess she sucks his dick at least five times a day, and that's on top of the cum-only diet she's on. Most of the time, she's swallowing loads from his used condoms after he fucks me!" I giggled. Rachael was stunned into silence, which isn’t easy for that girl! “Want to go meet her?” I asked excitedly. 

Shh, shh, cupcake," I cooed, walking into the room to find Brandi in the fetal position in the floor., I leaned down, gently stroking Brandi's hair as she lay there, a sobbing mess with her skirt still hiked up and cum leaking out of her poor, stretched asshole. Her shirt was nowhere to be seen, probably ripped off by Conner. He can be a really dominant Daddy when he needs to! 

"It's okay, Brandi-girl," I reassured her, channeling my inner Mommy. "I’m right here to make everything better... or worse, depending on my mood." I winked at Rachel, who was just staring at me shocked, and delivered a stinging slap to both of the crying sissy’s ass cheeks. “Wow,” I giggled, tracing the bright red handprints I’d left. "At least  both cheeks match!"

"Aww, what's wrong, Brandi? Did Daddy already make your bottom hurt? Well, too fucking bad, 'cause Mommy wants to have fun too!” I noticed Rachel's eyes widen when she spotted the massive plastic cock pacifier on the floor next to the shaking sissy. "That bad boy is only, like, half the size of Conner," I pointed out, raising my eyebrows and winking. "We gotta keep Brandi's sissy holes filled, but not too filled, right?" I paused, biting my lip. "Wouldn't want her to get too comfortable sucking Conner’s cock."

Rachel's hand shook as she held up the pacifier, her eyes wide with surprise. "It... goes in her mouth?" She asked, her voice laced with curiosity as she glanced between me and Brandi, who was a sobbing mess on the floor. I leaned in close to Rachel, whispering something that made her bite her lip nervously, but shrugged; “he was a cheating prick…”

Now she was into it! I knelt down next to Brandi, who was too exhausted from crying to put up much of a fight. I gently pinched her nose shut, watching as her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. "Are you sure?" Rachel questioned  as she leaned in closer, I simply nodded, holding my grip on Brandi’s nose. “He was texting you while he was dating me, huh?” She asked, clearly pissed up now.

"Here comes the airplaaaane!" Rachel attempted a baby voice, It was adorable how she was getting into this now. “Open up you cheating little sissy fuck!” Brandi, on the other hand, was having none of it. She thrashed and squirmed, her eyes wild with panic. I reached under her skirt and gave her sissy marbles a firm squeeze, causing her to yelp and open her mouth wider. “You deserve it you douche!” Racheal yelled, jamming the cock into the back of Brandi’s throat and slapping her across the face. “I can’t believe you!”

I gently pushed the pacifier into her mouth, the huge plastic cock stretching her lips. "Thatagirl Sissy! You know you love your paci! It’s nice to have something other than Daddy’s cock in your mouth, huh?" Brandi and I both looked over at Rachael, surprised when she laughed. Even she was giggling at the little shithead now! "There, isn't that better, princess?" I asked, giving Brandi’s cotton balls one more squeeze, smiling down at her sweetly,

Brandi whimpered, her eyes pleading with me to stop. Before I can say anything else, Rachel noticed the tiny pink chastity cage on Brandi's cock. “Is that his…her dick?” She asked, pointing. “That’s her sissy clitty,” I giggled, bouncing her chastity cage up and down in my hand. "This little cage," I said, holding it, "makes sure Brandi doesn't get naughty. She's locked up tight, no squirties allowed."

I traced my nail through the bars of the little plastic pink cage slowly, just to tease the little cucky as much as I could; “Brandi's little clitty key is my favorite accessory, and not just because it looks cute around my neck,” I laughed, holding up the key. “It's a constant reminder that I own her and her teeny-tiny sissy stick. One tug on this little plastic prison, and she squirms like the little worm she is.” I giggled as Brandi struggled against me, trying to fight off the stiffie I was giving her; “She can’t help herself. She doesn’t want to, but it feels so good, doesn’t it, little girl? She knows I decide when she's free, and that's if I feel like it at all! Isn't that right, my pretty princess?"

Yanking on Brandi’s pigtails, I smiled listeningto Brandi moaning and whining behind her gag. "Aww, does my widdle baby want something? Is it diapee time? I think you're right, my precious sissy. We can't have you leaking Daddy's cum everywhere, now can we? That would be such a mess!"

I turned to Rachel, casually asking, "You don't mind if we take a quick break to change her, do you? It'll only take a second. Conner, honey, could you come and lend a hand? I am always such a sweetheart to my little girl of course, but Brandi might need some extra persuasion."

Rachel's eyes widened, and she hesitated for a moment before replying, "Umm, no, of course not. I mean, it's a bit... weird, but I do kinda want to see it…a little bit.”

Conner strolled into the room, his arms folded across his hulky chest and he leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes. “Why can’t this freak ever just not be a fucking weirdo?” he grumbled. He enjoyed seeing Brandi humiliated, but didn’t love it when I involved him. Whatever, if he wanted to fuck me, he had to fuck the sissy too!

I made an excited face at Brandi and put on my best mommy voice;. "Okay, baby girl, let's get you all nice and pampered. No more leaks, okay? Mommy's here to take care of you." I pulled my sissy onto the couch. “Legs up girlie!” I cooed, pulling her legs high into the air.

As I reached for the diaper bag, Rachel surprised me by joining in on her ex-boyfriend’s humiliation, practicing her own baby talk!  "Aww, good girl! let's get that diapee on you!” She kneeled down next to me and winked, continuing to humiliate Brandi. “No more leakies for our little baby girl, okay? We'll have you snug as a bug in no time!"  But just as we were about to get started, Brandi decided to put up a pathetic struggle. She writhed and kicked, trying to break free from our grasp!

"Now, now, Brandi," I chided, "that's not very ladylike. Be a good girl and lie still. You know you can't escape!" I laid the pink Pamper underneath of my little sissy, but she almost kicked me in the head! “Hey!” I yelled, her squirming and kicking were getting a bit out of hand, so I decided to take charge. "Alright, that's enough, princess. Time to get that diapee on. Be a good girl for Mommy!."

I pinned her arms above her head, staring daggers at her. "Now, be a good girl and relax. This will all be over soon…if you’re a good girl" But Brandi wasn't having any of it. She bucked her hips, trying to throw me off again. "Oh, come on, Brandi, don't be difficult. You know you’re not going anywhere.” The sweet darling huffed and puffed behind her pacifier, shaking her head.

Rachel, joining in the fun now, tried to hold Brandi’s legs up with me; "yeah, Brandi, stop squirming! We're just trying to keep you diapered and cute. It's for your own good!"

Now Rachael was holding her legs up and I was trying to pin her down on the couch and she was still freaking out. But I wasn't about to let her win, hell no! I grabbed the diaper and held it open, teasingly tapping her nose with it. "Come on, Brandi, time to cooperate. Lift that cute little bottom for Mommy. Don't make me call Daddy Conner over here. You know you don't want that, right?"

To Be Continued...

Note from Heather: I hope everyone enjoyed meeting Rachael so far, she definitely returns in some of Brandi's other misadventures!

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heyy :) i loved your last quil oneshot soooo im here to ask for more if that's okay👀 maybe bombshell!reader who keeps flirting with quil and he doesnt know what to do with himself, not knowing if she's being fr or not, while reader gets insecure and rants to the girls about not being sure if quil wants her that way even tho they're imprints ! with fluffy, kinda hurt/comfort ending

You grab Quil's face and kiss his forehead. "You're so freaking hot." You giggle. He shudders under your touch, and his cheeks turn red. "Y-yeah! Thank you! Let's go join the rest of the people." He starts walking toward the empty field in the forest where the pack and imprints sit, enjoying the day. You sigh, hoping he likes you. I mean, he did imprint on you, so like?

You look over and see him talking to Jacob and Embry. He looks upset, and they're glancing at you. Awkward. You sit down next to the girls on grass. "What's up?" You ask. "Loving the weather!" Rachel replies and starts rubbing glitter tanning lotion on her arms. "Damn, Rach! Don't impersonate the vampers. Paul won't like that." Kim snorts. "Glitter is a girls best friend. It looks pretty in the sun!" She argues. "Yeah, so does "Fuckward"". You laugh and cause Emily to giggle. She looks up from her book. "You guys are so adorable and silly." She shakes her head. "What can I say?" Kim leans back with her arms open in a cocky way.

The guys run from the trees to the empty space you girls are. Sam sits behind Emily, Paul sits behind Rachel, Jared behind Kim, Jacob, Embry, Leah, and Seth sit alone. You expected Quil to sit behind you so you could lay back on his chest. Instead, he just sits next to you. You look at him and see his eyes already on you. You grab his arm and pull him down on your lap. He just lets you do your thing, following along with what you want. His body lays out beside you, and he's on his back. His head is in your lap. He's looking up at you. You start running your fingers through his curls. He closes his eyes and smiles. You shut out everyone else, as they seem too engrossed in each other. You start trailing your fingers over Quil's face. Your gentle touches cause his chest to move quickly. Then he opens his eyes, and he softly grabs your hand, placing it beside you and sitting up. You look at him confused, and he just glances away. "Hey, Jacob!" He starts talking to Jake. You sigh and lean back. You felt a kick on your back. "Ow! The hell?" You look and see Paul's foot next to you. "Sorry, y/n! I didn't mean to. You okay?" He smiles. "YUP. Turd." You shove his foot that's inside his shoe.

At the dinner table at Emily's, you sit next to Quil. His hand is in his lap while everyone is talking. You reach and gently wrap your fingers in his. He looks down, then at you, and then shifts a little, going back to chatting. He doesn't let go, but he doesn't grip.

That night, Quil is driving you home. In the truck, you watch how his features look when passing streetlights. "I've never seen anyone so handsome." You whisper. He smiles and shakes his head. "Yeah, sure." He chuckles. That burned a small hole in you.

"Quil!" You call out. You're running toward him out in your yard. You saw him looking around. You're guessing there was a vampire around. "Quil!'' You call out again. He stops and turns to you. You get close to his face. "Hey, why didn't you come inside?" You ask him. He blushes and looks down with a smile. "I didn't know if you wanted me inside or not. I'm just searching for bloodsuckers. We are spread out around the area." He says. You grab his face and look into his eyes. "I want you with me all of the time." You whisper. His eyes widen slightly and get glossy. You see his pupils increase in size, covering most of the already dark iris. "Right. Uhm,-" You know he's about to run off, so you just press your lips on his. You kiss him softly and slowly and keep your hands on his face. He kisses back but seems really confused or second-guessing himself. You don't want to pull away. You never want to stop. This is the first time you're kissing him, and it feels hot hot hot. But, you do pull away. He's stuck on you, reading your face. "Was that okay?" You ask shyly. He nods before turning around and running off. "DUDE!" You groan and walk back inside.

You call Kim, and she agrees to come over and help you out.

"Damn." Kim says while you explain everything. "I mean, I've noticed the distance, but I wasn't sure if it was because you two are taking it slow or what." She says. "No! He never asked me anything. He doesn't avoid me necessarily he just doesn't flirt back or know what to do when I do." You sigh. "Well, I know that he does like you. That's what Jared told me." Kim smirks. This makes your ears perk. "He does?!" You say surprised. "Yes! For God's sake, he imprinted on you!" She laughs. "Well, I've been trying, and I just feel really embarrassed now. If he likes me, why won't he say it?" You ask her. "I have an idea." She pulls out her phone. She calls Jared. "Babyyy!!!!" He calls out. "Hey, you're on speaker. I'm with y/n." She says. "Oh." He coughs to make his voice deeper, trying to be more manly because you just heard his baby voice to Kim. You burst into laughter. "What's up?" He asks. "Well, she's been trying to flirt with Quil. She just kissed him, and he ran off. What's going on?" She asks. Jared laughs so hard. "This didn't come from me, girl. Okay? Quil has never had any luck with girls. He thinks y/n is trying to mess with him." He explains. This shatters your heart. "Where's he right now?" You ask. "Home. But if you tell him I said this, your ass is grass." He warns. "Yea, right, Cameron." You laugh. "You should go, y/n. Really. I'll head over to Jared's." Kim says with a soft smile.

You bang your hand on the white door to the small house. The door opens, and there stands a tired Quil. "Y/n?" He asks. "We need to talk." You said. "Yeah, sure." He says, rubbing his eyes and opening the door for you. You step in and see that he has the terrible painting you made for him, hanging up above his small TV. "What's wrong?" He asks, turning on the lamp by the couch. You see his body and have to force yourself to keep your eyes up on him. "Do you not see?! Are you blind?!" You yell. All of the emotions come out. He stands there, staring with confusion. "I have held your hand, I've told you I think you're handsome, I've given you gifts, I have flirted, I just fucking kissed you, Quil!" You yell. You step closer to him. "No woman has ever wanted me." He replies. "I'm not any woman!" You scream, causing him to back up a bit. But you step forward. "I'm in love with you. Do you not love me?!" You start to cry. He shakes his head, clenching his jaw, and then gets right in front of you. "You don't know how much I love you." He growls and kisses you. You're taken my surprise but wrap your arms around his neck. He places his hands on your sides, and you can feel, for once, how he feels. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. You run your fingers through his curls. "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid. I just didn't believe a beautiful woman like you could ever go for a guy like me." He chuckles. His breath hitting your face. "They're just idiots. I'd kill for you, Ateara." You whisper. "I have a lot to make up for, don't I?" He asks. "Yes." You respond. "Here." He says, grabbing your hand and taking you into his room. "Have you showered tonight?" He asks. You nod your head. "Okay, do you want to change into my clothes and sleep here tonight?" He asks, digging through his dresser. "I'd love that." You smile. He grabs a shirt and hands it to you. The swift movement gives you a waft of his scent. Ugh!!!! Yes! "I'll close my eyes." He turns his body around with his hands over his eyes. "Don't be shy, Ateara." You taunt. You take your shoes off and then your clothes, leaving your underwear. You pull his shirt over your head. It's so comfortable!!! "You're good." You say. He turns to face you and his reaction is:

He's blushing and giggling. "I never thought I'd see you in my clothes. I'm so happy you're my imprint." He gushes and brings you into his chest. He's holding you tightly. You fall into his touch. "I love you." You say. "I love you more." He kisses your head. He pulls away and leads you to his bed. "You can choose a spot. Sleep where you want." He says awkwardly. You sit down on one side, and he walks the other way, sitting down next to you. He straightens out the blanket, laying back, pulling it up and pulling you down with him. He covers both you and him. He wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the back of your head. "You belong to me now." He chuckles and tightens his grip around you.

[paleprincessturtle]

Hi💗

I read (and loved😍) your Harvey fic in which the reader is mike's sister and I was wondering if you could write a lil fluffy piece on the same line of your other fics (with reader in a relationship with Harvey and who is also mike's sister) in which the reader get pregnant and they break the news to Mike and how he would react (I don't know why but I think it would be funny ahaha)

Bun in The Oven

Thank you for the request! I'm terribly sorry it took sooooo long. But here we go and enjoy!

You can read this as a standalone or as part of this fic.

1 hour ago

Rachel was slightly confused when she saw Mike's sister in Harvey's office, knowing Harvey had asked for her. She thought it was about the case they were on together. After exchanging hugs with Mike's sister, Harvey told Rachel to sit down. Harvey stood up from his chair and straightened himself. Rachel noted something odd about him today, and his usually chirpy girlfriend also seemed a little quiet today. He situated himself on the sofa beside his girlfriend. Rachel suddenly became nervous, too. Maybe they aren't together anymore, Rachel thought. Shit, what if Harvey cheated on her? Rachel suddenly snapped out of her reverie when Harvey called out her name. "There's news we would like to share with you." Harvey took a deep breath as he took her girlfriend's hand in his. Rachel noticed the gesture. "We're pregnant; no, I mean, she's pregnant; I'm not," Harvey stammered, then let out a nervous chuckle. Rachel was taken aback, not just by the news but by years of working in the firm; this was the first time Rachel saw Harvey stammer. But she managed to compose herself. "Are you guys happy?" Rachel asked, truly curious. "We are more than happy, Rach. This is a surprise, but one we wouldn't have any other way."

The three of them still crowd Harvey's office. "Mike could never refuse a homey and hearty meatloaf; I don't know, but it always put him in a good mood." Rachel nodded at the younger woman. Honestly, she rarely cooked at home; she knew Mike's favorite takeouts, but home-made dishes? It's out of her league. And after all, she's Mike's sister. "Should I look for an interesting pro bono case?" The two women shifted their attention to the only man in the room. For the very first time since they got into this discussion, Rachel finally got a good look at Harvey. Everyone who knows Harvey Specter knows that he is full of confidence. His middle name is Confidence. But one look at him, and Rachel swore he was a nervous wreck. Despite the visible discomfort, Harvey's idea wasn't entirely bad. If anything, it was great. An interesting pro bono case, hand-delivered by the managing partner, would certainly put Harvey on Mike's good side. "I will give him the case first thing in the morning, before dinner later that day." Both women beside him nodded in unison. "Why are you guys making such a fuss about breaking the news to him? I mean, if you don't mind me asking," Rachel asked. She bit her lip and looked at Rachel. "After Mike knew me and Harvey were together, our dynamics weren't the same anymore. Whenever he visited my bakery, he would ask me if Harvey had made any mistakes yet or things like that. It also happened with his relationship with Harvey. I feel like we are walking on thin ice here." Rachel gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. Mike never told me," she smiled knowingly at Rachel.

Later that day, after settling everything for their dinner plan, they parted ways. Harvey sat on one of the chairs in his girlfriend's bakery. He watched as she checked and counted everything. She was just about to finish the day. "Come sit with me; you shouldn't be standing up for too long," Harvey called for her, and she laughed. "I'll be 5 seconds, and we'll be out of here," she said as she walked to the back of her bakery. Harvey looked around; he seemed out of place here. Harvey had already thought about hiring an assistant for his girlfriend. Harvey followed in his girlfriend's footsteps earlier and found himself inside a tiny office. His girlfriend stood, facing a computer. "Sunshine," Harvey said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Harvey put his palm flat on her lower stomach, caressing gently. She smiled, even though she wasn't showing yet, Harvey's favorite thing to do now is to caress her lower stomach. "Anything I can help you with so you can finish up faster? Remember what the doctor said? You shouldn't be too tired," Harvey frowned as she typed away. "Imma just add thiiiiis... and done," she said as she turned off her computer. She turned around and faced Harvey. Harvey grinned at her, and she laughed. "What?" Harvey shook his head, smiling, "Nothing; I'm just really happy. About us, our baby, and our little family."

"So I told him that he could shove his sorry excuse of an offer up his ass," everyone laughed at Mike's story. They were all sitting on the couch in Harvey's place, the fire burning slowly in the fireplace. They have done everything they could—the pro bono case Harvey gave to Mike earlier this morning, the food, everything. Now it was only time that Harvey broke the news. Rachel looked at Harvey, quietly nodding at him. "Mike, Rachel," Harvey started, getting their attention. "We have some news to share." Harvey took his girlfriend's hand, and she gave it a good squeeze, silently encouraging him. "Don't you dare tell me you cheated on her, Harvey, I swear to." Harvey didn't let Mike finish his sentence. "Hell no," Harvey said, shaking his head. "Then what? Are you two eloping in Vegas?" Mike almost yelled, brows knitted. Harvey looked at Mike in disbelief, about to open his mouth, when his girlfriend interrupted. "We're pregnant, Mike. It was definitely a surprise, but we are very excited." As she said that, the room fell awfully quiet. "Oh my God, we're so happy for you!" Rachel started and stood up as the two women hugged. Mike followed but still said nothing. Harvey stretched out his arms, ready to hug Mike, after Rachel hugged him. But it wasn't a hug that Harvey received. Mike's fist made contact with Harvey's jaw. For the next few seconds, it was a mess. Rachel gasped. Harvey was on the floor, and his girlfriend kneeled beside him, crying. "How dare you knock up my sister," Mike was ready to launch at Harvey again, but Rachel got in front of Mike. "Mike, stop, stop, please," Rachel pleaded, both her hands on Mike's chest. " Mike still tried to get past Rachel. "I told you to take care of her, Harvey! Not to knock her up!" Mike screamed, and Rachel flinched. Harvey stood up, his girlfriend beside her. Harvey nodded at Rachel to ushered Mike outside to the balcony.

"Are you out of your mind, Mike?" Rachel scolded him. He stood, head hung low, while Rachel stood in front of him, hands folded in front of him. "You stay out of this, Rachel," Mike said, his voice barely audible. "Stay out of it? We're getting married. Your sister is my sister too. And Harvey is a close friend of ours! They are so happy about it, Mike." Rachel sighed and sat beside him. She took his hand in hers. "Mike, she is your sister; she is happy." Rachel tried to reason with him. "Haven't you heard about Harvey? A walking heartbreaker," Mike scoffed as he continued, "Now my sister will be tied to him for the rest of her life." Rachel shook her head. "Ask again, Mike. Is that the Harvey you heard people talk about or the Harvey you knew all these years?" Rachel pulled her hand from Mike's and got back inside. Mike saw Rachel walk to where Harvey and his sister sat. His sister was visibly upset; her eyes were red. Rachel said something to Harvey, and he nodded and stood up. Rachel took Harvey's place, and they hugged. Harvey walked over and opened the sliding door leading to the balcony. Mike turned his face away, and Harvey sat next to him. "I know you're upset. But I don't appreciate you acting like that in front of the mother of my child. She isn't supposed to be stressed about something, let alone crying." Mike looked at Harvey. "We are happy. You might see me as someone who will never marry or plan for a child." Harvey let out a bitter laugh. "I thought the same too until I met your sister, and I would drop anything to be with your sister. I love her, Mike. She loves me. We are so happy about this. About our little family. When will you finally see that?" Mike still looked at Harvey, his face as stoic as ever. "We are going to have this baby, with or without your blessing." Harvey leaned closer. "I let this one slide, Mike. You are his brother, but no one disrespects my girlfriend like that, ever." Mike nodded. "So either you go back inside, tell your sister you are sorry, or you can show yourself the way out," Mike sighed. "I'm.." he paused, contemplating what to say next. "I'm sorry, Harvey. I've known you for years; if anything, I knew you better than anyone. I'm sorry I misjudged you. I've been treating you differently, even treating my sister differently." Mike shook his head, eyes closed. Harvey stretched his arms, once again inviting him for a hug. This time, Mike smiled at him.

"I will read this baby, The Constitution, every day," Mike's sister gasped. "What?" Mike asked and seemed oblivious. "He's going to be a lawyer, hands down," Mike said matter-of-factly, followed by nods from both Harvey and Rachel. "He will be like the best damn closer this city has ever seen." Rachel joked, imitating Harvey. "He? How if the baby is a she?" Both Harvey and Mike groaned at the same time. "I'll get my 9 mm ready," Mike said, face all serious. "You have a gun?" Rachel asked in horror. "Imagine all the boys trying to date her," Mike said as Harvey's face paled. Harvey placed a hand on her still-flat stomach. "Whatever this baby might turn up, he or she," Mike turned to his sister, "will be very much loved." Harvey nodded at Mike after he saw his girlfriend smile so wide with teary eyes. "One thing," Mike said, "I want my name as the baby's middle name."

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On His Lap P2

Title: On his Lap Part 2 Words: 2,576 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: SMUT, strong language. Unprotected sex.

Prompt:

Requested a part 2 💟 @spider-rach

SMUT! LAST WARNING:

"What room is it?" Sam asked, grabbing my attention. I saw Dean smirking out of the corner of my eye clearly happy he had distracted me.

"Ugh," I quickly looked at the key. "17," I explained as I threw him a key. He thanked me as he and Cas started making their way to the room. I smiled innocently at Dean as he made no attempt to move. I turned to follow them but Dean's hand grabbed my wrist lightly, stopping me from leaving. I looked at him confused as he smirked. Licking his lips before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. I watched mesmerising, paralysed by the sight.

His eyes moved to my chest, I scoffed about to playfully call him a pig but was silenced as his hand ventured down the neck of my shirt and the back of his hand lightly grazed my left breast. I gasped, hand in a fist as I prepared to punch him in the face. I don't know why it bothered me so much, I just didn't think he would do it so out in the open where anyone could see us, especially Sam and Cas. I realised instantly, wincing internally as he pulled his hand from my bra, one of the other motel room keys in his hand as he smirked at me widely. I groaned as he looked proud of himself.

"See you in ten minutes," He winked before walking away, going to the second room rather than the one Sam and Cas had entered. I gulped as I watched him. He strutted with confidence. I stood, dumbfounded the entire time he went to the room. I gawked at him as he stepped into the room, looking back at me with a smirk before pulling his shirt over his head, clearly giving me a show before closing the door. My jaw was definitely on the floor. We flirt, we joke, today he touched me and now he's waiting in the room for me. I should just go to the room, who cares about making excuses for Sam and Cas. That specimen of a man is waiting for me.

I bit my nail as I thought, I'm just going to go. I shrugged beginning to make my way to the room.

"Y/N?" Cas' innocent voice startled me. I turned around smiling at him. "Aren't you coming in?" He asked standing in the doorway of room 17. I chuckled softly.

"Dean went to get coffee so I was going to help him in case he couldn't carry them," I lied. Cas looked at me confused.

"Why wouldn't he be able to carry them?" He asked, I smiled to hide my annoyance with his interrogation.

"You know, he only has two hands there's 4 coffees," I tried.

"Why would he get 4? I don't drink coffee, I don't drink anything," I rolled my eyes, mentally begging for the strength to handle this right now.

"We thought it was mean to leave you out, just go inside," I explained faking a big smile.

"But-"

"Go inside, Cas. We'll be back with the coffees soon," I explained. He was confused but went inside. I pretended to walk in a different direction in case he was watching me but as soon as I was out of sight I ran to the room.

I opened the door slowly, peaking my head in slightly. I yelped when I noticed Dean had waited at the door, he pulled me in and forced the door shut. He pushed me against the wall, finding my wrists in the movement and held them above my head on the wall. I gulped as he admired me, his eyes hungry as his breath was quick. He clicked the door lock with a smirk, and he placed his free hand on my cheek, leaning in to connect our lips. He moved his hands from my wrist, sliding his hand down my arm, my side and landing on my waist to pull my hips to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His warm skin comforted me.

His tongue entered my mouth as he deepened the kiss, I softly moaned into his mouth as he gripped my waist. He smiled against my lips before bending down slightly and grabbing the back of my legs. "Jump," He instructed, quickly breaking the kiss. I jumped into his arms as he caught my weight and held me to his hips. His lips eagerly reconnected to mine. My breath quickened as he pressed me against the wall, his hands on my ass as he held me up easily. God, he's strong.

His lips moved from mine to trail down my jaw and neck. I moaned, my head dropping back as he placed open-mouthed kisses on my neck. My legs automatically clenched, and he grinned against my skin. "I bet you're soaking wet already," His voice was deeper than normal. I bit my lip as I hummed in agreement. "I'd like to feel for myself," He moved a hand to my back as he backed up so I wasn't against the wall. He continued kissing my neck as he carried me to the bed. He held me close as he lay me down on the bed, still staying close so he was hovering above me, between my legs. He reconnected our lips, kissing me passionately as his hands roam my body. His hand collected the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up. He disconnected our lips only momentarily as he pulled the shirt off of me.

I smiled watching his grin at my shirtless form. God, he's so hot. He came back to my lips, his hand finding my side before slowly moving his hand to behind my back. His skin on mine, his slow movements sent tingles along the skin he touched. He easily unclasped my bra with one hand, I gasped not expecting him to be able to do it but he sat up and smiled at me. He slowly pulled my bra from my body, remaining in eye contact as if he were studying me to check it was okay. As I smiled and moved out of the bra he grinned knowing I was happy. I suppose it's fair that we're both shirtless. I giggled as he threw my bra aside, smirking at me before leaning in. I lifted my chin to kiss him but he pulled his lips away and chuckled at my disappointed expression.

"Tell me to stop if you want," He explained, his hips grinding into mine slightly, I moaned feeling his jeans graze against me. He grinned as he sweetly kissed my shoulder.

"You will never hear me say it," I replied, he chuckled as he pulled away to admire me.

"Good girl," He added as he swooped in to kiss me. His tongue met mine as they danced between our mouths. I moaned at his words. He seemed to smile against my lips. "You like that?" He asked against my lips. I nodded softly not wanting to break the kiss. Dean's hand trailed down my side, his finger catching on the hem of my shorts. He smirked against my lips. My breath seemed to pool in my chest. Anticipation making my hair stand on edge. He pulled away from the kiss, and my body reacted by whimpering before I could even think. He chuckled before connecting open-mouthed kisses to my neck. I dropped my head back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Dean smirked against my neck before his hand slipped into my shorts. I gulped, begging him to touch where I craved him most. His fingers explored further, my breath erratic as I craved his touch. I moaned as he finally ran his fingers through my folds, the tip of his middle finger at my entrance. He moaned against my skin, and I moaned hearing him so pleased. "You really are wet," He commented before kissing my neck, biting it a little harshly as his finger slid inside me. I moaned, my back arching up from the bed. He moaned into my neck. He sucked my neck slightly and I breathed in through my teeth knowing he was leaving a hickey. I love hickeys, he's claiming me as his. He curled his fingers once they were deep inside me. I moaned, begging for him to replace them with his dick.

He grinned against my neck. "You're such a good, wet girl," I moaned as his words sent vibrations down my spine before meeting his fingers inside me, he curled and straightened to please me.

"Please, fuck me," I practically begged, my voice coming out in moans as he grinned.

"I didn't think you were the begging kind," He chuckled, his fingers unrelenting. He slowly pulled his fingers from inside me, and I eagerly pulled his lips to mine. Our tongues fought for dominance as I worked on the buckle of his jeans, he grinned against my lips as I undid his jeans and pulled on them to show I wanted them off him. He chuckled as he leaned back, standing up to take them off. I grinned at him as I pulled my shorts and underwear off.

"Eager," He commented but I chuckled as I rolled my eyes, holding my hands up to show I wanted him back to me. I bit my lip as I admired his penis. I could tell it was a great size when I was sat on his lap but my mouth dried seeing it in person. I've never craved someone so much. He leaned in, hovering over me again as his dick met us in the middle. He connected our lips, kissing me eagerly, hungrily. I whimpered as his dick grazed against my entrance. He bit my bottom lip, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he tugged on my lip slightly. He looked me deep in the eyes as he released my lip. "I want you screaming my name," I nodded softly as he lined himself up, his tip inside me. I whimpered as I begged him to push deep inside me. He seemed to hesitate to watch my reaction.

"Please," I begged as I wrapped my arms around him to hold his back. He smirked, connecting open-mouthed kisses to my neck as he slowly pushed inside me. I gasped as he pushed deep inside me, I moaned when his hips finally met mine. He bit down on my neck, groaning as he entered me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," He moaned, he slowly pulled out before keeping a slow rhythm as he pushed into me. I moaned, my head tipping back as my back arched. He breathed deeply as his hand found my waist pushing me down into the bed. He continued fucking me, our moans melding together. "Fuck," He commented. His voice alone could cause me to moan but his dick deep inside me and hitting my G-spot was driving me crazy. I never knew sex could feel this good.

Dean rested his forehead on my shoulder as he picked up his pace. I bit my lip to conceal my moans of pleasure. "Scream it, baby," I instantly dropped my lip and moaned a little louder than I expected.

"Fuck, Dean," I moaned, his hand still pushing me into the bed as my body tried to raise from the bed. He grinned against my skin before kissing my shoulder. He seemed to hold me a little higher before his pace quickened. I became a moaning mess, his groans melting with mine as he connected our lips. His tongue entered my mouth as moans vibrated in my throat.

"You're such a good girl, I want you to cum all over me," His lips moved to my ear to tease me. My spine was on edge as he breathed heavily above me. A scream escaped my lips as his tip slammed into my G-spot forcefully. "I want you screaming my name," He added. I screamed a moan as I felt myself building up. My orgasm is ready to tip over the edge.

"Fuck, Dean," I practically screamed as his thrusts never faltered or slowed.

"Just like that, baby," His breath was erratic as his nails dug deep into my side only increasing my pleasure. My eyes rolled back as screamed moans escaped my mouth.

"Dean," I screamed, his pace deepening as he ploughed into me. Fuck me! The months of flirting and not even touching only made this more exciting.

"I can feel you're getting close," He breathed deeply. "Be a good girl and cum on me," I screamed as my orgasm peaked. My body felt possessed as I raised my back, my nails digging into his back. Dean winced as he continued fucking me deeply. I squeezed my eyes shut as he fucked me through my orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I confessed. My orgasm peak not yet fading. I screamed with pleasure as his cum squirted inside me with force. His groans only made my orgasm continue. My vision went spotty, I've never had an orgasm last more than a few seconds.

His nails dripped my skin harshly before he pushed a final and very deep thrust into me. My orgasm subsided as I breathed heavily. Dean practically collapsed on top of me as his breath was quick. He leaned back to grin at me. I chuckled as I smiled, he leaned down kissing me sweetly. He pulled away still smiling before moving to lie down beside me. He opened his arms waiting for me. I giggled as I rolled to my side, hugging him happily. He rubbed random patterns onto my back as I smiled, my head on his chest.

"We should have done that months ago," He commented, I chuckled as I nodded. Why did it take us so long to finally do this? He kissed the top of my head and I could tell he was smiling. "You can say no but do you want to go on an actual date?" He asked, his voice a little nervous. I sat up to look at him, and he gulped, afraid of my answer. I smiled as I admired him.

"The Dean Winchester wants to date?" I asked, he chuckled as he shook his head.

"It's stupid, I shouldn't hav-," He tried but I interrupted him by kissing him.

"Shut up, of course I want to go on a date," I chuckled. He grinned at my words. He admired me, his smile never fading.

"Thank God. I would have cried," He joked. I laughed as I shook my head. "You want to stay here all day?" He asked temptingly. I sighed.

"God, I wish. I told Cas we were getting coffee." I winced wishing Cas had never opened the door and caught me. Dean groaned as he rolled his eyes. I smiled, admiring him. He's so fucking hot. Dean, the hot hunter wants to date me. I could scream with joy. I wish I had female friends to squeal with over this.

"Guess I'll have to sneak you back here later then," He shrugged before kissing me. I giggled into the kiss as his hand found my cheek keeping my lips on his. God, I could do this for hours and from Dean's hands I knew he didn't want to stop any time soon either. Fuck, he's perfect!

[coolprettyleo]

summer's day was starting off horrible.

first she missed her alarm and slept through her pilates class, so to make up for it she went on a run, where she tripped and fell, and then to top it all off she got a call from her councilor who advised her to take french, if she was going to go through with her studying abroad trip to france. meaning she had to drop one of her classes and replace it.

it just wasn't summers day and she was quick to see that.

she quickly went home and registered for the class to see it started in twenty minutes. the class was about a thirty minute walk from her apartment.

great.

she quickly freshened up and got her bag and dashed to class, trying to remember the fact that it was all going to be worth it when she met a rich man in France and they rode off into the sunset.

bitch u wish.

___

she walked through the doors of the building already running ten minutes late. she looked through the window of the class to see that there was no other than twenty five people in the class.

she opened the door and all eyes were immediately on her.

"and you are" a woman said, obviously displeased with the fact summer had interrupted her.

"rachel summers. I just registered like twenty minutes ago, so I don't know if it's in the system yet" she said when she saw the professor look confused.

"well. you can take a seat over there" she pointed to a seat that was next too-- no there than gabe perreault.

this day can't get any worse

she kept a straight face as she put her things down and listened to the professors lecture on their assignment.

"didn't know you were into french, rache'" gabe started.

summer ignored him not looking to make her day any worse and start the immature banter they seemed to always do.

"your ignoring me now? I guess praying really does work"

keep ignoring him

"is there something you two would like to share?" the professor called them out.

gabe stifled a laugh as summer turned red.

"no-- ma'm. i'm sorry" she got out as the professor hummed and kept on talking.

"so, as i was saying; whoever is to your left of you will be your partner for this assignment. exchange socials or emails or whatever and go from there. you are dismissed after!"

gabe is too the left of me

the class got to talking as gabe took a overly obnoxious breath.

"I guess you can't ignore me forever then...darn it" he said smiling.

"let's just get the assignment over with. here's my number" she said as she wrote a note and handed it to him.

"geez rachel. talk sweet to me at least, if your gonna give me your number-"

"don't" she said annoyed.

"don't what" he said faking innocence.

"just don't" she said as she packed up her things and he held his hands up.

"do you even know any french?" he asked standing up as well.

"no. but your not one to talk, I doubt you know any either"

"I beg to differ actually" he argued

"'bon appetite' does not count" she said sarcastically laughing at her own tease.

"I'm fluent, Rachel" he said seriously.

"yeah and im Canadian!"

"im canadien french. born in Quebec"

summer stayed quite for a moment seeing as she didn't know what to say to that

"new gabe lore? oh thank you so much" she said overly dramatic.

"ha ha." he said as he opened the door for her to walk out.

"are you going to the darty later" he asked. he would never say it out loud but he liked when summer would attend things.

it's not because I want her there though

gabe told himself.

"aww. missing me already?"

"is... rachel summers... flirting with me?"

"trust me, thats not me flirting" she said getting red once again.

"oh yeah" gabe said eyeing her. nodding his head as he held his chin up. obviously trying to look hot and he was one hundred percent succeeding.

"stop! doing that" summer told him.

"doing what"

"bye. I have to go" she said parting ways from him before she said something embarrassing.

"I'll see you later?" he yelled as she sped walk away.

"we'll see" she rolled her eyes smiling. feeling something she hadn't felt in a while.

you cant feel that way about him summer. I'm pretty sure he hates you.

she told herself, but oh how wrong she was.

meanwhile, gabe went home thinking about the blonde girl. the girl giving him a feeling he's never felt before. a feeling that gabe could feel forever and ever.

[mj0702]

For the anon that asked so nicely for a Tooney sneak peek... I hope you're happy with this ❤️ (if not you can hit @valewosomtb with a newspaper roll - she chose Tooney over Less 😉😉)

You entered the room which was officially dubbed the “common get together”-room finding Lucy, Keira, Mary, Less, Tooney, Niamh, Meado and LJ (who you honestly could do without) chilling around. Some of them were lounging on the couch while Tooney, Less and Niamh were placed at the table playing with some Legos. You made a beeline for your two bestest friends as Keira looked up from her book

“No” the blonde just said knowing letting you sit with them would end up in a Lego fight and you'd throw pieces at each other until one got either hurt or cried

“Keira cooooome ooooon” you whined which caused Tooney and Less to look up

“Yeah Keira... cooooome ooooon” Tooney whined too

“Come here Bubs” Lucy said from her place on the couch stretched her hand towards you trying to get you to come over to her “Wanna show you something”

“You can always show it to LJ” you pulled a face and your voice was laced with venom

“Huh?” your sister looked at you confused as you turned around now marching towards Toonie like you were on a mission

“Bitsy” Keira warned you raising her eyebrow in challenge

“I'm just gonna sit here” you said annoyed and the blonde noticed your grumpy mood

“No Lego fights!” the blonde looked at you threating

“Okay mom” the three of you answered simultaneously grinning

Soon after Less got called away by the media team for some... whatever, you didn't pay attention. Tooney and you continued to build on your Lego castle but as usual after like 30 minutes you both got bored

You just looked at each other communicating without words – like always. You both stood up at the same time looking around until your eyes fell on the dart board that was hung up on the other side of the room. Tooney and you tried to be as sneaky as possible as you slandered over to said piece of fun without noticing Keira watching every step you took. Just as you were about to pull the third dart out of the board so Toons and you could play a hand reached over your shoulder taking all darts away

“I told you... no sharp objects” you immediately reconized the voice of one Keira Walsh

“They're not sharp...” you pouted as you turned around to look at her with your best puppy eye look

“No pointy objects either” Keira smiled sweetly and you knew it was fake as fuck

“But... Tooney and I wanted to play” you pouted

“Tooney is banned from pointy objects too” the blonde just said hoping to end this topic

“Tooney is what?” Ella said confused

“The last time you whined for a WEEK that your finger nearly fell off” Keira rolled her eyes “So no darts for you either... find something else”

“Oh yeah.. I forgot about that... it was really close for me finger to fall off” Tooney said as she remembered her last interaction with darts

“Your bloody finger was fine” you exclaimed

“Bloody... that's the word you should emphasize... so much blood” Ella sighed

“Less nearly broke my nose.... THAT was bloody... your finger was just... trickling blood” you said upset

“If you don't stop to one up each other immediately I'm going to put you in different corners of the room” Keira interrupted your “fight”

“Sorry mom” both of you said

“Gosh... can't you two play nicely with each other for once?” the blonde rolled her eyes

“We tried... you wouldn't allow it” you tried to reason with her

“No sharp or pointy objects” Keira said again “Find something else”

You looked over at Tooney who just shrugged her shoulders

“Uh... there's a bowling thing in the basement... can we go bowling? Nothing sharp, nothing pointy” you said excited as Tooney started to beam

“Not without a responsible adult around” Keira said “And I'm not going down there with you”

“Millie and Rach are down there... I think” you said as you tried to convince Kei

“Lucy?” the blonde turned around to your sister

“Yeah?” Lucy looked up from her phone where she (most likely) texted with Ona

“I just spoke english did I?” Keira asked her ex

“Ehrm... yes? Why?” your sister asked confused

“Good... I just thought I switched to spanish without noticing it when I said them two nobbheads won't go bowling in the basement without a responsible adult and Bitsys answer was Millie and Rachel... I just wanted to double check that I in fact did use the english language” the blonde said and you groaned behind her knowing she just shut down your idea

“Oh no... you definitely spoke english” Lucy smirked

“Mary??” you asked hopefully looking at the keeper

“Yeah okay...” the tall brunette rolled her eyes but smiled noneless “I'll take you bowling”

“YES!!” you high fived Tooney “Mary counts as responsible, right?” you checked with Keira

“Yes... Mary counts as responsible” the blonde sighed actually hoping you'd find no body who would go with you so she could keep an eye on you

“Woohoo...” you cheered chasing after Tooney who already was sprinting towards the door

“No running” Mary yelled after you but it was no use as she stood up following the two of you

“I'll give them 20 Minutes” Keira said plopping down next to Lucy on the couch

“Naah... Mearps is good... Bubs respects Mearps.... 30” your sister grinned as she started a timer

32 Minutes later the door of the common room got kicked open and Mary carried you bridal style inside to cross the room with quick strides. Tooney was following after you apologizing profusely while you whined into Marys neck

“32 Minutes and 17 seconds” Lucy looked down on her phone grinning stopping the timer showing it to Keira

“Should we follow or just ignore that something went horribly wrong... as always when these two are left to their own?” the blonde sighed looking expectantly at Lucy

“Naah... she has Mearps with her...” your sister waved off smirking knowing you'll throw an absolute fit once one of the physios wants to touch whatever limp is hurting at the moment.

[flower1622]

A red haired girl is seated on a chair and she has her head down.

The old man next to her puts his hand behind her back.

The old man: Rachel, don't stay like that.

Rachel: How can i not? Now that i'm finally free from the curse, Percy is gonna marry Annabeth. He loves her. I don't have any chance. I neved had...since we were teenagers.

The old man: Don't say stupid things like that.

The old man lifts his daughter's head, so she could look into his eyes.

The old man: To me, you are the most beautiful and awesome girl in this entire world. If he doesn't value, it's his loss.

The girl gets emotional and hugs her father.

Rachel: Oh, dad! I love you so much!

The old man: Love you too, Rach!

Both smile and stay hugged.

...................................

While the priest was speaking, Percy was remembering some memories with him and Rachel having fun and laughing. Percy remembers how Rachel made him feel. Since they met, a strong bond was created between them. Percy doesn't know how to explain it. He just has this feeling...like something is missing right now. Then, he remembers a conversation where Hera asked him what he really wanted for his life? Be a demigod, study in a college, stay away from his family and date the most intelligent girl? Or just be normal, do what he wants and what makes him feel comfortable, stay with the people he loves and find someone who wouldn't judge him, would always be there for him. Someone that makes him feel comfortable. Someone interesting to spend time with. After seeing his memories with Rachel, Percy can understand now why she looked like a million drachmas to him and why she was easier to talk to than other girls. Percy thinks about his last memory with Rachel where she says:

"It's okay, Percy. You and Annabeth always belonged together. You guys are literally the biggest couple, you know?" (Rachel says and gives a fake laugh)

"I just wish you all the happiness, Percy. Go on. Go after your princess, smart sea brain!" (Rachel says, gives a fake smile and leaves)

The priest gives that famous speech that happens in all weddings and asks Annabeth if she would accept to be Percy's wife and she says yes with a big smile on her face.

The priest asks Percy if he accepts to be Annabeth's husband, but Percy seems distracted and doesn't answer him. Annabeth elbows him hard to get his attention and it works. The priest makes the same question again, but Percy looks at Annabeth and says no, making everyone in the wedding get shocked.

Percy: I'm sorry, Annabeth. But, this was a big mistake that i made. We are very different from each other. We wouldn't work for so long since you have different interests from me. Your perfect life is not the one i really like or that makes me feel comfortable. I know i should have thought of this before, but now i finally realised what i want to do with my life. It must be too late, but i'll try to run after my dreams. I'm really sorry.

Percy says and runs away, but before he leaves, he looks at his mother and she nods her head at her son with a litte smile on her face. Percy smiles back at her and runs away. Annabeth only stays shocked and cries falling on the floor. Percy finds a man with a horse and gives to the guy some money and mounts on the horse.

Rachel is still hugged with her father in the airport. But, it's time to go. They move away from each other and leave. But, someone screams Rachel's name.

Percy: RACHEL!

Rachel hears Percy's voice calling her name. She turns around and sees Percy running towards her. She gets shocked.

Percy reaches Rachel and hugs her and she hugs him back still shocked.

They move away and look at each other. Rachel gets a worried expression on her face.

Rachel: Percy...is everything alright?

Percy smiles at her.

Percy: Everything is great!

Rachel: I don't want to sound rude, but shouldn't you be in a wedding?

Percy: I was.

Rachel looks away.

Rachel: Oh...

Percy: But i didn't marry.

Rachel looks at him shocked.

Rachel: Why?

Percy: Because i finally realised what i want for my future.

Percy puts his hand on Rachel's cheek and both stare at each other with big smiles on their faces.

Percy thinks:

'Yeah, she really looks like a million golden drachmas"

[lucawrites11]

Evie hc about when lucy forgot her in the airport <3

2019 world cup, evie's five, it's her third major tournament and she's a pro by now and her favourite toy on travel days is her nintendo switch and her favourite games are mario kart/mario party, splatoon, minecraft and, of course, fifa. she has other games on there when she's bored but she knows what she likes

the whole team is also obsessed with this switch, evie isn't just the most popular person because she's cute, she has travel sized competition in her pocket and they all want a turn so lucy mostly let's it happen. they were in france travelling between group stage games. they had japan next, their toughest opponent so her and steph were having a little chat about mentality and walked away from the team. evie was left with millie, rach, leah and georgia (her first mistake) who were supposedly adults but were, soon after lucy left, bickering over who was winning like children

evie saw jill got into a shop where you can buy sweets and saw her opportunity to target a weak point in the team and get some sweets so snuck off and followed her in. there was a lot of pleading and they eventually decided if they'd break the rules it would be for good sweets so jill had evie read the french map of the airport to find the best sweet shop and off they went

meanwhile, lucy and steph are having to be adults and lucy spots the abandoned nintendo and is like 'where the fuck is my kid?' and EVERYONE freaks out. EVERYONE. the whole team is split out across the airport calling out for evie, the coaches have gone to find staff to make an announcement. lucy is the most stressed anyone's ever seen her. keira's trying to comfort her and that's not going well

jill and evie, meanwhile, are engaged in a very intense debate about whether chocolate or sweets are better, so wrapped up in their debate they aren't listening to the announcements for evie

it takes ten minutes for them to FINALLY pick three bags of haribo you can't get in england: fizzy orangina, fizzy crocodiles and normal crocodiles

meanwhile england coaches are kicking up such a fuss that the airport is contemplating a lockdown. the staff are trying to access the security cameras and get the right time and location

jill and evie are going through their own stress. they are regretting buying three bags and trying to hide them, they both forgot their bags and they have to go for the pocket method. they eat a few from each bag to make the bags smaller in their pockets. time evie's been 'missing': seventeen minutes

jill and evie are now giggling, trying to walk back and inconspicuously as possible. it's a long walk so jill swings evie onto her shoulders and everyone looking for her is now looking at the wrong height and because jill starts running to make evie laugh, no one notices. they walk past four players frantically searching for evie

georgia has hit a new stage of guilt, leah is ready to murder anyone who has taken her, rach and millie are panicking and guilt searching, lucy's close to tears and keira's like 'i don't know what to do'. lucy staniforth and demi stokes have the most control and composure but they've walked off to search

evie and jill walk back into this chaos and jill swings evie down to her feet. evie sneaks in (new plan) and stuffs the sweets in her bag. no one spots her. jill walks over and is like 'what's going on?'

and georgia is like 'evie's missing'

jill stands awkwardly and points at evie now no longer by her bag 'she was with me?'

jill learned that she shouldn't have left her phone in her bag and should listen to announcements, multiple airport workers were apologised to and evie was hugged to within an inch of her life

no one ever knew about the sweets and it's their secret (they ate them all over the next few nights when evie needed a break from the stress and concern for her wellbeing)

[whimsicalcotton]

About "101 quick fluffy/soft/comfort prompts for brief fic snippets" how about 23 and 24 with amberpricefield

ended up setting these both somewhere vaguely in the polluted marrrow universe bc i couldn't help myself. hope that's okay lol

--- --- ---

23: Healing/Nursing Back to Health/Tending Wounds

“It's really not a big deal, y’know.”

Rachel stares down at Max, taking in the gleaming steel of determination that paints her features. 

Max offers only a grumble in reply, apparently unable to be swayed from her work of peeling open another bandage. 

“Nice try, Rach,” Chloe pipes up from beside her. She's got one bandage on her cheek, a couple on her right arm, and several on her left. “But I don't think there's any stopping her at this point.” 

“You, I understand,” Rachel huffs. “The way Trevor tells it, you ate total shit today. I've just got a few paper-cuts.” 

Max wraps another bandage around one of Rachel's fingers with the utmost of focus. “... A few is too much,” she mutters, matter-of-fact. 

“Yeah,” Chloe agrees. “I'm with Max on this one. How did you manage to get so many?”

“I was flipping through my script a lot today,” Rachel whines in return. “I kept forgetting my damn lines, sue me.” 

Max turns Rachel's hand this way and that, keen on scrutinizing every last inch until she's certain she hasn't missed anything. When she's satisfied with one, she moves to the other, well aware that Rachel's being ambidextrous only heightens the possibility of picking up injuries on both. Just as suspected, she finds another little wound attempting to hide from her. 

With that final brightly colored bandage, Max pulls away, sighing. “You have to be more c-careful.”

“Yeah, Rach,” Chloe says, bumping their shoulders together. “You gotta be more careful.” 

“Pretty sure that was directed at you,” Rachel counters, doing nothing to hide her pouting. “You needed, like, twenty. I only have three.”

Chloe opens her mouth to argue but snaps it shut when Max fixes them with a worried sort of glare. Even Rachel falters under its weight.

“Both of you,” Max huffs, brows furrowed. "Please."

--- --- ---

24: Soothing Fear/Panic

“Would it kill the weather guy to get something right for once?” Rachel grumbles, holding her bag closer to her chest and wincing at the sound of the rain splattering against the driveway. 

“Tell me about it,” Chloe huffs, scrambling to jam the keys into the lock and shivering all the while. “Slight chance of drizzle my ass, this is some Noah's Ark shit.” 

When they finally manage to stumble their way through the front door, they share an uneasy glance at the silence that meets them. Rachel struggles to separate herself from Chloe's drenched jacket, double checking to make sure Max's sneakers are still there while she's at it. Chloe hastily shakes her hair out like a dog and scampers off down the hall, not wasting a second calling up the stairs. 

“Max? Hey, Max, we're back. Everything okay?”

Normally, this is about the time when the girl in question would appear at the top of the stairs with that adorably eager expression of hers and greet them with a wave. Today, there's no sight of her. Chloe lets the quiet simmer for another minute or two before her frown deepens and she ventures up into it, Rachel not far behind.  

She finds Max all hunched over herself with her hands over her ears. Eyes screwed shut, muttering in the thin, repetitive cadence that so often indicates a desperate attempt to stave off panic. She doesn't even register when Chloe kneels down by her side. 

Chloe reaches to lay the barest, softest, most barely-there touch she can manage on Max's shoulder, slow and hesitant as she braces for the ensuing flinch. Max, of course, jumps so hard she nearly hits the ceiling, and even after getting a good look at Chloe her eyes are still swirling with unadulterated anxiety. When she pries her hands from her ears, they're shaking. 

“Max, hey, it's okay,” Chloe says, taking the girl's hands in hers and watching the fear in her gaze morph into something more akin to curious anticipation. “You're okay, everything's okay. It's just–” 

Suddenly, everything goes dark. And fuzzy. And blue. 

“Here.”

Chloe catches a glimpse of Rachel's triumphant smirk as she pulls the towel from her face. 

“Dry yourself off a bit first. I don't think your wet dog chic is helping much.” Still attempting to dry her own hair, she turns to face Max. “Sorry about that, by the way. I tried to get her to keep her coat on, but you know how she is.” 

“What was I supposed to do?” Chloe asks in a muffled grumble. “It's not like that thing has a hood anyways. Just as well to let you have it before that damn lumberjack shirt of yours started dripping everywhere.” 

“How dare you bring my sense of fashion into this,” Rachel gasps, putting a hand to her chest in hyperbolic offense. “My flannel need not suffer the wrath of your backfired gallantry.” 

“And Max doesn't need to suffer the headache of translating your Shakespeare talk,” Chloe says, rushing to pull the towel back down around her shoulders. 

But Max doesn't seem like she minds. If anything, it looks like she's calmed down a little just listening to them. Most of that petrified fear has wilted from her expression, though when a particularly strong gust of wind draws the rain to patter hard against the window she starts going rigid again. Chloe moves to sit at her side while Rachel flops herself onto the other end of the bed, both inching as close as they can. 

Max makes quick work of turning to bury her face in Chloe's shoulder. “S’Okay,” she murmurs, letting out a sigh of relief. “Good distraction.” 

“So I've been told,” Rachel replies, with just a touch too much pride. “Always happy to be of service. Oh, and speaking of, I've got a movie for you guys to watch. It's a good one this time, promise.”

“Oh god, no,” Chloe groans, holding Max a little closer and absentmindedly running a hand up and down her arm. “That's what you always say before putting on some absolute fucking garbage.”

Rachel gives Chloe a Cheshire grin. “And is absolute fucking garbage not thoroughly distracting?” 

Feeling Max let out a weak puff of laughter at that, Chloe concedes with a one last gripe. “Fine. But if you put on another one of those shitty knock off High School Musical movies, I will kick your ass.” 

Instead of answering the threat as she usually would — a cocky, blithe, “You wouldn't, you couldn't,” — Rachel stays quiet for a suspiciously long time before speaking up again. “... I plead the fifth.” 

“Jesus, Rach, really? Where do you keep finding these things?” 

Rachel hums in consideration. “Trade secret.” 

“What fucking trade?” Chloe scoffs, a familiar cross between incredulous and exasperated. 

They carry on like that the entire time Rachel is rescuing the DVD from her only half soaked bag and fiddling around with the TV. Bickering back and forth about nothing important, pushing each other's buttons just for fun. Chloe says something about how they're supposed to be calming Max down, and Rachel points out the way she's melted into Chloe's side as a means of claiming victory. 

Unbeknownst to them both, Max is listening on with the biggest smile she can muster, hidden just out of sight as she continues ignoring the rain in favor of their voices.

[bookoftheironfist]

Danny: "Give it up, Colleen. Before you get yourself hurt." Colleen: "Over your dead body, chum!" Danny: "Colleen, you wanted this duel and now you've had it. I hope you're satisfied. Now you're going to surrender or I'm going to break your arm. D'you hear me, girl? I really will break it!" Colleen: "You and how many other-- Oww!! Alright, already, I surrender! Hey, Danny, what's with the grumps? We had a pretty good workout and you won the duel to boot..." Marvel Premiere #24 by Chris Claremont, Pat Broderick, Phil Rache, Vinnie Colletta, and Karen Mantlo

I've talked a bit about this scene before in regards to the Danny side of things-- K'un-Lun's societal sexism and Danny's relationships with women who fight, and the way that each bit of culture shock in this early period fed into his frustration and homesickness for K'un-Lun-- but this time I want to focus on Colleen, and how compellingly this scene establishes her character and reflects her pivotal role in the Iron Fist world at this time.

This scene opens the issue, flinging us into a different type of action than we've grown used to in these stories-- not a desperate battle against an enemy, but a casual sparring match between two friends. Or at least, that's how Colleen sees it; as the fight goes on, we come to realize how the perspectives of the two combatants profoundly differ. Danny is uncomfortable and upset; he doesn't want to fight her, he's been raised with the philosophy that attacking a woman, under any circumstances, is forbidden. But Colleen doesn't care. In fact, as his protestations become more adamant, she begins to mess with him. To tease him. To see if she can push him past that mental block so that they can just, you know, have some fun.

Colleen Wing in this early period existed as a bit of an anchor within the world of Iron Fist. With both Danny and her father, Professor Wing, ensconced in far-flung things-- mystic realms, magical powers, epic revenge quests, ninja death cults-- Colleen is grounded. Down-to-Earth. While we don't actually see the Nightwing Restorations duo in action for quite a while, its existence is established early-on, cementing Colleen's career as an experienced professional butt-kicker. She is very likely older than Danny (at least, Misty certainly is). And when this strange, angry, damaged boy arrives from another dimension, wielding unearthly kung fu skills and the powers of a dragon, she takes him under her wing (pun maybe intended) and does something that probably not many people would do in that situation: She hangs out with him. She treats him like a regular person. She likes him and thinks his skills are neat, but she isn't in awe of him the way her father is. This is the same Colleen who refused to cater to Misty's self-pity after losing her arm, who treated her beloved friend as a tough and resilient surviver until Misty finally began to see herself that way too. With Danny, she goes, "So, you're this amazing fighter, huh? Cool, let's fight."

And that's exactly what we see here. Colleen is not afraid of Danny's legendary abilities. She's not intimidated by him at all (she calls him "chum", and earlier in the scene tells him to "quit futzing around"...<3). If he's gonna go easy on her because of some twisted-up moral quandary, fine, then she'll go right ahead and kick his ass. All she is asking for here is his friendship and respect. She has no time for his sexist hand-wringing. She wants him to fight her like an equal. To fight her like a friend. And Colleen Wing is stubborn enough and confident enough to risk a broken arm-or-two to make that happen.

P.S. The facial expressions here by penciller Pat Broderick are wonderful. The realism and attention to detail in this fight (a staple of these early Iron Fist issues) make it all the more fun and impactful.

P.P.S. "I am a woman. Not a girl." Chris Claremont, I am giving you the biggest of high fives.