#girl deserves the Best of the Best after all she’s been through T^T

[ails-of-ardor-au]

Hm thinking about Bluestar contrasted to Goldenstar. ESP if she’s still the formers apprentice. Like okay Blue is told that she is to abandon and cut away any ties she has so she can fulfill her fated purpose, losing a mother, sister, kits. She never stops to think maybe she could keep these things. She has to lose everything to be born anew. She doesn’t just let these tragedies happen, she brings them about.

Whereas Golden wanted connection, she had a family, kits, that she never would’ve wanted to lose. She would’ve changed anything to keep them. And yet fate took them. Her parents (whoever they were, personally a fan of Sunfall and Speckletail), her twin, her mate, her kits. She loses them all and it hurts. And yet she’s supposed to feel grateful for this grief that rips her apart. That she simply can’t shake off. She has to rise every day and act like she earned this by losing them all.

I can’t help but feeling like she would look at Fireheart with such envy that eats her apart. He got to have it all. He goes to bed to a warm nest with the cats he loves. He wasn’t leader sure but at this point, with this much pain it’s put her in to be able to be here, she wishes she could sleep in the place that smelled of family. But she’s all alone, in her den with no one to hold, only their ghosts to show up in her dreams and tell her this was her destiny.

I’m a bit crazy over them actually- cannot wait for the Goldenstar ref I will be hanging her up on my wall lol

Was Goldenflower Bluestar’s apprentice..? That’s a very interesting extra connection between them… I’ll keep that in mind, though I’m not cementing it into the lore for now.

Also ugh… UGH!! They’re both so tragic… Two women of such different circumstances who ultimately fall onto the exact same path.

This was great to read; I love this sort of casual analysis so so much…

[meazalykov]

thanks for your help

kika nazareth x platonic!aitana bonmati x reader

summary: aitana does you a huge favor

after two seasons at barcelona, you had finally found your rhythm. adjusting to a new city, a new club, and a new pace thanks to aitana.

she had taken you in when you transferred from psg, and now, she was like the big sister you never had. she had been there for you through it all—whether it was the pressures of the game or the simple moments off the pitch. the two of you spent countless evenings together, whether it was eating out or at her place with her girlfriend, the christmas when you didn’t fly home being one of your favorite memories.

aitana’s home was warm, welcoming, and filled with love, the way her girlfriend looked after you both like family.

that bond grew even deeper when you were there to witness one of her biggest achievements—the ballon d’or. you’d never forget that night. watching aitana step onto the stage, the joy in her eyes, your chest swelled with pride. 

you clapped until your hands hurt. she deserved every bit of that recognition. afterward, at the celebration dinner, aitana had pulled you aside and hugged you tightly.

when you played benfica in the champions league towards the end of the 23/24 season, your thoughts were far from distractions. at least, that was until you noticed one of benfica’s players during warmups—a girl whose presence seemed to command the pitch. kika nazareth. 

even from a distance, she stood out. there was something about her—the way she carried herself, her confidence, her undeniable talent. she was beautiful, that much was clear, but you weren’t the type to let yourself get carried away by a crush, especially with football at the forefront of your mind.

after the match, as you walked back to the locker room, something caught your eye—aitana, talking animatedly with kika, laughing like they had known each other for years. you blinked in surprise, wondering how aitana knew her. curiosity getting the best of you, you approached them hesitantly.

"oh! y/n, come here," aitana called out when she spotted you, a smile on her face as she gestured for you to join them. 

"i want you to meet kika."

you swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, stepping closer to them. kika turned her attention to you, her eyes sparkling with amusement as aitana continued, 

"y/n, this is kika. kika, this is y/n."

“nice to meet you,” kika said, her voice smooth, playful even, as she extended her hand. instead of the quick handshake you expected, her fingers lingered against yours, sending a jolt of warmth up your arm. 

“i’ve heard a lot about you.”

you felt your cheeks heat up, the sudden rush of shyness catching you off guard. 

“uh, yeah, nice to meet you too,” you mumbled, glancing between kika and aitana.

"oh, she’s cute when she’s shy," kika teased, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. she didn’t let go of your hand right away, and the contact made your heart race faster than any match had.

aitana chuckled, clearly amused by the entire situation. 

“y/n is never this shy. i wonder what’s going on.”

you tried to laugh it off, but your voice came out weaker than you intended. after exchanging a few more pleasantries, you and aitana headed back to the locker room. as you both walked in silence for a moment, aitana nudged your arm with her elbow, a teasing smile still on her lips.

“you okay?”

“yeah,” you replied quickly, maybe too quickly.

aitana raised an eyebrow. 

“you sure? because i’ve never seen you get that shy around someone before. you like her, don’t you?”

you hesitated, then shrugged. 

“maybe… i think i might.”

aitana’s grin widened. 

“i knew it!” 

“how do you know her?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation away from your flustered state.

“mutual friends,” she answered, her tone casual but her smirk suggested she knew more than she was letting on. 

“i can put you on to her, you know.”

you laughed, shaking your head. 

“sure, if you think it’ll work.”

what you didn’t know was that kika was already planning on moving to barcelona at the end of the season. aitana knew, of course, but she decided not to tell you just yet, figuring it’d be more fun to let things unfold naturally.

when the new season came and kika officially joined the team, it didn’t take long for you to feel the pull between you two. she was outgoing, charming, and effortlessly funny, which made it easy to be friends despite your initial nervousness. 

you were the same age, which helped a lot, and with aitana in the mix, you spent more and more time together on and off the pitch.

one day after training, aitana cornered you with that same mischievous smile. 

"so, when are you going to tell kika how you feel?"

you blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. 

“what? it’s too early for that.”

aitana crossed her arms, giving you a knowing look. 

“too early, huh? i don’t think so. besides, she feels the same way.”

your eyes widened in surprise. 

“wait, how do you know that?”

aitana’s smirk faltered for a second as she realized she had slipped up. 

“uh… well, I mean, I just… you know, I have my ways.”

you stared at her, speechless. 

“you’ve known this whole time?”

aitana shrugged, grinning like a cat who received churu. 

“oops?”

weeks later, at a dinner with aitana, ingrid, mapi, esmee, frido, and ellie, you found yourself sitting beside kika. it was one of those cozy evenings where the conversation flowed easily, laughter filling the air. 

the restaurant had benches instead of chairs, and at some point during the night, kika casually placed her hand on your knee. the gesture was so natural, so intimate, that it took you a moment to realize what was happening.

you felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach, but at the same time, you didn’t want her to move her hand. you glanced at her, trying to keep your expression neutral, but you knew your face must have been giving you away. 

kika, on the other hand, acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, continuing to joke with the group as if she wasn’t driving you a little crazy with her touch.

just as you were starting to relax, your phone buzzed. it was your mom, calling from home. you excused yourself and went outside to take the call, the cool evening air helping to calm your nerves.

the call lasted longer than expected—almost twenty minutes. when you finally hung up, you turned around to see kika standing in the doorway, concern in her eyes.

"everything okay?" she asked, stepping closer to you.

you nodded, trying to steady your breath. 

“yeah, just my mom checking in.”

kika studied you for a moment, her gaze softer than usual. 

“you look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

her words caught you off guard, and you glanced down at your outfit—simple levi jeans and a brown cashmere sweater. 

“thanks,” you replied, your voice quieter. “you look beautiful too.”

there was a pause, the air between you thick with something unspoken. kika stepped closer, her hand brushing yours as she looked into your eyes. 

“i… i can’t keep this in anymore. i really like you, y/n. more than a friend.”

your heart skipped a beat, the confession sending your mind into a whirl. “i… i like you too,” you admitted, feeling the weight of the moment between you both.

without another word, you both leaned in, your lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. it was slow, sweet, filled with all the emotions that had been building for months. 

when you pulled back, you shared a shy smile, the world around you fading as the connection between you deepened.

“we should probably head back inside, its chilly” you whispered, though neither of you moved right away.

back inside, you and kika sat closer than before, your legs brushing under the table as you rejoined the group. you pretended like nothing had happened, but aitana’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the way you were now sitting practically glued to kika’s side.

later, as you dropped aitana off at her place, she turned to you with a grin. 

"so… you and kika?"

you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. 

“yeah, we’re dating now. thanks to you."

aitana laughed, leaning back in her seat. "i knew it. you're welcome!"

“yeah ha, thanks for your help!”

masterlist

[russo-woso]

Jealous girl || Alessia Russo

Warning smut 18+, strap on, fingering, squirting, cunnilingus, breeding kink, face sitting, orgasm denial, dom!alessia, sub!reader

Summary Alessia allows her jealous side to show

If you were being honest, you wanted the night to end how it did.

From the moment you woke up, Alessia had been teasing you.

In fact, before you even woke up.

Alessia decided she was going to make it fun for herself today.

Waking you up, she pressed gently kisses along your neck, before beginning to suck on a part of your neck where she knew you loved.

You let out a muffled moan into the pillow as your senses awoke.

“Less…” You attempted to tell her something but when she whispered a shh to you, you knew that Alessia was in one of her, as you’d always put it, one of her teenage boy moods.

“Relax, baby.” Alessia whispered, her tongue soothing the fast forming red mark on your upper neck.

Moving to tower over you, Alessia connected her lips to your revealed collarbone, nipping and sucking at your delicate skin.

You placed a hand in her hair, pushing her head more into your skin, desperately not wanting her to stop.

Whilst focusing on your lower neck and collarbone, Alessia’s hand travelled down your body, lifting the oversized T-shirt up your torso.

You whined as her fingers connected with your clit, feeling the pleasure you’d wanted.

“Lessi, please don’t tease.” You whispered, a pleading look in your eyes, as Alessia circled her fingers at an agonising pace.

“I’m not teasing, pretty girl.” Alessia told you, clearly lying.

“Please go faster.” You begged

You were close to doing the job yourself but you knew the punishment that would go with it.

“On my face.” Alessia said, gesturing for you to sit on her face.

As you switched to the new position, she took your top off completely, admiring your clothes less body before guiding you onto her face.

“Less, fuck.” You cried as Alessia’s tongue ran through your folds.

“You taste so good, baby.” Alessia mumbled, causing a moan to escape your mouth.

You gripped onto the headboard as Alessia’s mouth roped round your clit, pleasure coursing through you.

You started rolling your hips against her tongue to match her pace.

“Less - fuck - you’re gonna make me cum.” You managed to say between ragged moans and cries.

Alessia’s tongue continued to move against your clit, giving you the perfect amount of pleasure.

Your movements died down as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your longing orgasm so when Alessia grabbed your ass, helping you to move against her, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Less, oh god-” You started saying but was cut off by Alessia promptly lifting you off her face.

You have her the most angry look you’d ever given her.

“What a shame, baby, look at the time. Jonas wanted us at the stadium for ten. We best start getting ready.” Alessia pointed out, a smirk clearly evident on her face.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, pretty girl.”

———————

After a well deserved win against Brighton, the season was over and although you’d finished third in the league, everyone was happy.

You had been eager all day to get back home to finish what you’d started this morning.

The moments shared with Alessia was on your mind constantly throughout the match.

What didn’t help was Alessia made it so difficult to make you forget.

Every chance she got to tease you, she took.

When she scored, she picked you up curing her celebration, squeezing your ass, before whispering, ‘I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.’

Her confidence and randomness shocked you but you pushed, attempted to push, it to the side.

During the regular lap around the field, thanking the fans, you felt Alessia’s hand wrap around your waist, guiding you to the tunnel.

“Less, what—” you begin to ask but was quickly cut off by Alessia shushing you.

“—You’ll see, baby.”

Alessia dragged you to the changing rooms, pushing you against the wall.

“You looked so fucking hot with the new kit.” Alessia told you, before placing her lips on your jaw.

Her hands had a hard grip on your hips, allowing barely any movement.

A whine left your mouth as she sucked at your pulse point, Alessia growing more harsher the more noise that left it.

“Less… please.” You mumbled, trying to focus on speaking but it was hard to when the feeling off Alessia’s mouth was on your neck.

You didn’t know what you pleading for. You didn’t know if you wanted her to continue. You didn’t know if you wanted her to stop.

“Hmm, I think we best stop, don’t you? Don’t want any of the girls walking in do we?” Less pulled away, wiping her thumb over her mouth to break away a string of saliva.

“I really hate you. I really do.” You stated, barging past her and to your cubby.

That’s what lead you to getting revenge.

Going out that night with the team meant that you got to dress up and look your best.

Perfecting your hair and makeup for hours, and picking out the perfect outfit, meant that you could get the bestest revenge on Alessia.

The night started well, you were sat next to Alessia, cuddled up in the corner, making conversation with some of the other girls.

As the drinks started to kick in, some of them decided to head to the dance floor.

You decided to join them too, wanting to make the night memorable and fun.

To begin with, the dancing was harmless, you were dancing with some of your best friends with a massive smile on your face, and Alessia was loving it too. She loved seeing you happy so she was more than enjoying seeing you dancing.

But her smile dropped once she saw a man approaching you.

Your smile turned to a grin once he started speaking to you.

Unknowingly to Alessia, you had a grin on your face because you wanted this to happen, this was your revenge.

Alessia watched on, you and the mystery man dancing as one of his hands rested on your hips, where hers should be.

“Someone’s got your girl, Russo.” A thick Irish accent was heard across the table and for once, Katie was scared by Alessia, the face full of anger would have managed to scare anyone away.

Just as the song finished, you turned to face your teammates but before your eyes could get to them, they were stuck on a very angry looking Alessia.

“Hi, baby.” You smiled, pulling her in for a hug.

You noticed the confusion on the guys face and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Let’s go.” Alessia commanded, taking your hand in hers and practically pulling you out the bar.

“Less…” you began, not knowing her emotions.

"You're mine, pretty girl. No one else." Alessia began, leading you to the car.

"I know, but-"

"-No buts. You know better." Alessia cut you off, flagging down a taxi, opening the car door, allowing you to get in.

The rest of the way home was silent, the tension slowly building up.

Once Alessia had paid the driver, you entered your house, Alessia immediately pressing you against the hallway wall.

"Be a good girl for me and strip and wait on the bed for me. I'm gonna show you that you're mine."

And with that, you walked ran up the stairs, stripping as soon as you got to the room, leaving you in the red set of lingerie, Alessia's favourite.

You'd put it on when getting ready, hopeful that Alessia would actually get to see it.

“You look gorgeous.” Alessia told you as she walked into the room.

“All for you, lessi.”

“All for me, huh?” Alessia questioned and you nodded.

She approached closer and closer until you could feel her breath on your neck.

“You let somebody else touch you, and nobody touches you. Only I get to touch you.” Alessia repeated similar words from earlier.

“Only you touch me.” You confirmed, looking wide eyed at her, your eyes secretly begging her to do something.

“Good.”

With that, Alessia connected her lips to your neck, sucking the life out of it.

Your hands found her back, trying their hardest to take her shirt off.

Eventually, she pulled away from your neck, allowing you to pull her shirt over her head.

At the same time, her hands wrapped around your back, I clipping your bra, before placing her lips on your hardened nipple.

“That feels good.” You hummed as her tongue swirled around it.

You felt Alessia’s hands work their way down your body, her finger looping round the side of your underwear, pulling them off.

“Less, please no teasing.” You begged and Alessia nodded.

“No teasing, pretty girl. I promise.” Alessia said against your stomach, placing a kiss there and lowering herself.

“Please hurry up.” You whined and Alessia tutted in response.

“Desperate are we?”

“I’ve been waiting all day, baby. Please do—” You began but was cut off by a cry leaving your mouth due to Alessia’s tongue flattening itself across your folds.

“That feel good?” Alessia asked into your pussy, vibrations coursing through you.

“Yes, lessi, so good.” You breathed out, your breath already erratic.

Alessia continued to flick at your clit endlessly, pushing you closer and closer.

“Please don’t stop, baby.”

Your hand was in Alessia’s hair, pushing it more into your pussy.

“Never.”

You knew Alessia was going to let you cum, she was also just as desperate. She wanted to watch you fall apart and know that it was because of her.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop. Please.” You rambled, not really caring what you were saying. “I’m coming. Fuck, less.”

Alessia gently sucked at your clit, allowing you to ride out your high.

“You taste so good.” Alessia shamelessly moaned into your pussy as she licked your juices. “Stay here, baby.” Alessia commanded, leaving you to catch your breath as she walked to your closet and reached for the box at the top, pulling out the biggest strap you owned.

You felt yourself drip even more at the thought of it in you.

“On your knees.” Alessia stated, helping you onto your hands and knees. “Good girl.”

You let out a muffled moan at the praise, as you buried your face in the bed, awaiting for what was about to happen.

Alessia rested a hand on your back, her thumb rubbing over it, whilst she guided the tip in.

With ease, the strap entered you and Alessia continued to thrust in until her hips met you.

“That’s it, good girl.” Alessia said, grabbing your hips.

You let out a cry as Alessia pulled out and thrusted back in.

After a few slow thrusts, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please go faster, baby.”

To your surprise, Alessia actually listened and sped her movements, causing pleasure to run through your body.

“Fuck, baby, you look so perfect.” Alessia told you, as you moaned uncontrollably into the duvet.

A loud smack was heard as a bright red mark appeared on your ass.

Alessia grabbed it and massaged it whilst thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, less. I’m gonna cum.”

“I’m gonna cum too, pretty girl. Gonna fill you with my cum and make you a mummy. God, you’d be such a pretty mummy. Gonna be pregnant with my baby. Mine. Not his. Not anyone else’s. Mine.” Alessia rambled, her eyes closed at the thought.

“Let me have your baby, less. Cum in me, please.”

“I will, baby.”

Lifting a leg on to the bed, Alessia pounded into you harder and faster, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

Without warning, clear liquid shot out your pussy, soaking Alessia’s abdomen and the duvet.

Your moans were muffled as your arms gave way and your face buried in the duvet.

“Fuck, pretty girl, I love it when you squirt.” Alessia said, rubbing your back as she slowed her movements to not overstimulate you.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, tired, as Alessia helped you into a comfortable position.

“You were amazing, baby.” Alessia gently kissed your head after you rested it on her chest.

“I mean, I’ve been waiting all day.” You told her. “I even purposefully let a man touch me so I could cum.”

“Naughty girl.” Alessia tutted, a small smirk on her face as she realised your plan. “You’re mine though, no one else’s.”

“I’m yours, lessi. No one else’s.” You told her, melting into her.

“Good.”

“My jealous girl.”

[mayasaurusss]

Using her for your own pleasure

Contains: gn reader, transfem Jackie, adult timeline Jackie.

A/N: this is my attempt to start to write again after my writer's block... I apologize if it's not the best of my works!

Imagine using Jackie for your own pleasure...

She'd writhe and gasp, moan and sigh as you ride her to her little, deserved death. She's been so so good, letting you use her for your pleasure, whimpering for you whenever you clenched on her tip, plunging above when your body couldn't take it, all for the thrill of hearing you call her "good girl".

Jackie can feel her sanity slipping with each trust of her cock into you, her world reducing to a view of your skin and hot blinding pleasure.

Trying to grab your body is useless, the handcuffs holding tight on her wrist stopping her from digging her nails into your flesh. Faint shades of red colour her skin, sure to be bruised in the morning. But she doesn't care; rather, with every tug of her wrists against the metal, she feels closer and closer to euphoria.

"Please... Please, slower, I can't-" her limbs feel like lead, lungs caged beneath her ribs. Jackie could swear that she felt you sucking away at her sanity, alluring her like a cruel siren. Her eyes shift to her crotch, where your own is pressing down on, hard; a coat of her own cum staining you white, making an embarrassingly wet sound each time you fall down on her. Before she can speak further, you press down, clenching her length between your walls, making her let out a strangled scream.

"Oh but you can" you say to her, falling down on the length of your lover, feeling her cock move inside of you messily, painting you in sin. "You will, you can..." your own brain feels like mush, every one of her thrust touching that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

She hisses when your fingers take a hold of her sensitive base, keeping it steady while you continue to bounce on her. Your touch feels like fire, too much, too little. She just wishes she could take you, fucking you without these handcuffs restraining her, grabbing your ass while she jackhammers her dick in you.

Despite how hot it is to see you taking her whole cock inside of you so eagerly, using her as a toy for your own pleasure, anger and frustration pulses through her. She has been letting you take the lead for far too long, and she needs, no, will come. Trying to reach her own high, Jackie presses her feet on the bed, wrists straining hard against the cuffs. She rolls her hips, pushing her dick inside of you, deeper than you could have thought, her tip spearing you down on her.

You halt for a moment, hands falling on top of the headboard, a pleasure too blinding to resist filling your brain. You let her fuck into you, gasping when you feel her cock throb and leak precum, staining your insides. A hot hunger spreads through your stomach, a need to let her fill you to the brim until there's nothing besides you and her.

The speed and strength of your trust kills Jackie's own, her hips now resting on the bed as you ride her wildly, your hands sneaking to her throath. The clenching of your fingers on her neck makes her see stars, a fog clouding her mind each time you fall down on her. A light tingling starts at the top of her head, getting stronger as it travels down her body straight to her cock, warming and preparing her for what's to come. With a high scream, Jackie comes, her red tip spurting white inside of you in waves, until there's nothing left. You come shortly after, her cum incentivizing your orgasm, but not nearly enough to satisfy you. You rely on your fingers to pleasure yourself through those last seconds, spreading her leftover come all over you while doing so, letting out a whine when you finally reach your peak.

You fall on top of her, skin against skin. Your hole spasms on Jackie's sensitive cock, too much for her to resist. Another small orgasm, this time much more powerful but shorter than the last runs through her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as another stream of cum spills into you. Jackie has trouble steadying her breath, hitching every time she fills her lungs with air. After all of this, the only thing she wishes to do is to sleep, maybe cuddle with you from time to time.

But you're still not satisfied. "... Alright" you uncuff her and with weak and wobbly legs, walk over to your dresser, searching for your toy box. Jackie is still panting heavily on the bed, her arm resting on her face while her soft dick lies on the side, leaking the last remnants of her white cum. She hears the creaking of the bed beneath your weight and looks up, a whine leaving her throat when she sees the curve of the strap on hanging right above her. A shiver runs down her spine to her cock, giving it the first sparkle of life after that world ending orgasm.

"So" you say, pressing the tip on top of her balls, "Ready to give me another one?". This is gonna be a long night.

[onlyangel4]

all we have is love. ls2. smau.

logan sargeant x girlfriend!reader

after losing his f1 seat all logan has is love and that turns out to be all he needs

faceclaim: maddie francesca

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f1: BREAKING: williams racing have announced logan sargeant will be replaced for the remainder of the 2024 season by franco colapinto

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user1: i feel so bad for him, y/n is in florida so he is all alone

user2: he deserved a better goodbye

user3: i just want to give him a hug

user4: i bet y/n is so mad that she is not there for him

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written: for all those asking, i have spoken to logan, he is doing as okay as someone in his position can be doing. he is flying home tomorrow. most people in my dms have been lovely but to the select few sending my boyfriend hate through my dms please stfu

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f1wags: logan has arrived at miami airport after being dropped by williams. there were some fans lined up but he made a beeline straight to y/n she started crying and then they went to their car. i am heart broken for logan but i am so glad that he has y/n by his side through all of this

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user1: y/n is the best wag ever she just cares so much about him

user2: they are so in love

user3: i was so sad about williams dropping him but i am so glad he has y/n to make sure he is okay

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written: celebrating logan with our favourite people

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written: two very hungover girls at breakfast this morning

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written: never beating the frat boy allegations

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written: my happy place

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logansargeant: when i lost my f1 seat the first thing i thought about was telling y/n. i was so worried that i had disapointed her but when i called her the first thing she said was, "well it just means you go to your next adventure sooner than planned". y/n managed to make the past two months about something other than racing, i have had the best time just having fun with my girl and i am so grateful for her.

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y/ninsta: aw logan i love you so much

logansargeant: thank you for showing me the good in life away from racing

user4: logan may have lost his seat but this is the happiest he has ever been

user5: why do i feel like losing his seat was the best thing to ever happen to logan

user6: i just love them both so much, barbie and ken

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[kenannlovee]

can you maybe make a fic where kenans girl bestfriend tries to push kenan away from the reader by showing kenan a picture where the reader is kissing another. So he breaks up with her but later finds out that the picture is not real. End with fluff please!

Also I missed your fics sm 🤍

✧HIS FRIEND/pt.1✧

One day Kenan was having a conversation with his girl best friend,who suddenly showed him a picture on the phone.

"Kenan check this out"she said with a sly smirk.

Kenan took the phone and saw his girlfriend,YN, kissing someone else.He felt a pang of hurt and anger."Wha-what is this..?"he asked ,his voice shaking.

"I thought you should know the truth about your girlfriend",his girl best friend replied feigning"She's been cheating on you Kenan"Kenan's mind was reeling.It couldn't be true.He loved YN and trusted her completely.But the picture was so convincing."How did you get this picture?"he asked still holding onto hope.

"I saw them together myself" his girl best friend lied through her teeth."They were all over each I just had to take a picture to warn you"Kenan was torn.He couldn't believe that YN would cheat on him,but the evidence was staring him in the face "I don't know what to do"he mumbled, scrolling through the phone to find YN's contact."

You have to brake up with her"his girl best friend urged him"You can't be with someone who cheats on you.You deserve better"Kenan hesitated but the pain in his chest was too much to bear.He dialed YN's number and waited for her to answer

"Hey,love"YN answered in a cheerful voice."Hey.."Kenan said,his voice flat and emotionless"We need to talk"."Okay,sure"YN replied picking up on the seriousness in his tone."Is everything alright?""Not really can we meet up?""Yeah,when and where?"How about now at the park near my place?" Kenan suggested, already feeling the weight of what he had to do.

"Okay I will be there see you soon"YN said her voice lanced with concern.Kenan hung up and took a deep breath he couldn't believe he was about to do this.He was about to break up with the person he loved the most.

He met up with YN,and they sat down on the beach she could tell that something is going on by the look on his face."What's going on Kenan?"she asked reaching out to take his hand"You're scaring me". Kenan pulled his hand and took put his phone and showed her the picture"Is this real?"he asked his voice barley above a wishper.

"YN looked at the picture her eyes widening in shock."What?no,of course not!"she exclaimed "Is photoshopped!""It is?"Kenan asked his voice hardening"It looks pretty real to me".YN looked at him with pleading eyes. "Kenan I would never cheat on you,I swear.That picture is fake!"

Kenan wanted to believe her,but the imagine planted a seed of doubt in his mind"How do I know for sure?"he asked his voice lanced with skepticism.YN took her phone out and started to scroll through her gallery."Look,I have plenty of pictures of us together,see?"she said showing him series of happy pictures of them kissing, laughing and cuddling.Kenan looked at the pictures,and his heart softened a bit.But the doubt still lingered"What about the guy in the photo?"he asked pointing at the picture of the person that in was YN kissing.

"I don't know"YN said tears starting to show up in her eyes."Is not real,Kenan.I swear please believe me""I want to believe you YN,but how can I trust you after seeing this?"he said his voice shaking.YN looked at him her eyes filled with desperation."Please,Kenan don't do this.You mean so much to be Don't let a stupid photo to destroy what we have

"Kenan felt like he was being torn apart.He loved YN more than anything but the doubt and pain was overwhelming"I don't know what to do,I don't know what's real or not" he said his voice cracking with every word that escaped from his mouth."I'm real"YN said,tears streaming on her face"I'm right here,and i would never do something to hurt you.Please Kenan I love you so much".

"I need some time to think"he said getting up from the bench.YN stood up and grabbed his arm"Please don't go let's talk about this,we can work this out"r"I can't think straight right now, I need some space"He walked away leaving YN alone in the park tears streaming down her face.

As he walked back to his apartment,feeling like his world was crumbling around him.The photo was a constant reminder of what he saw and he couldn't shake it off no matter He sat on his bed his mind swirling with conflicting emotions.On one hand, he loved YN and wanted to believe her but on the other hand,the photo was a proof that she could betray him.Hours passed and Kenan couldn't come to a decision.As night fell his phone buzzed with a message.It was from YN"Please,talk to me"it said.He started at the message,his finger hovering over the replay button.Part of him wanted to talk with her,hear her side but, the other part just wanted to throw his phone across the room.

The phone buzzed again. Another message from YN"I love you so much.I would never hurt you.Please believe me"Tears stung Kenan's face as he read the message. The pain in YN's voice was obvious. He loved her too and the thought of hurting her was tearing him apart.He couldn't take it anymore.He needed to talk with someone,get some perspective on the situation.He picked up his phone and dialed the person who showed him the photo in the first place.

His girl bestfriend..

Hiii hope you liked the first part and if you have any ideas or if I should change something please tell me:33

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XOXO

[cobaltperun]

To Never See You Again

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: She was unattainable, radiating with blinding beauty that went above and beyond her appearance. And though you knew you shouldn’t, you flew too close to the Sun, hoping one day she would look at you the way you looked at her. (Set right before Scream 5)

Warning: Angst! And I don’t usually write full on angst with no happy ending, but I tried. Big spoiler, since I know some of you prefer to be warned about this, Reader dies. Also, a request, you know who you are, love you!

Masterlist

Word count: 2.2k

Growing up in Woodsboro didn’t exactly come with a lot of perks, in fact, it came with occasional Ghostface lunatics terrorizing a very specific group of people. Somehow, you didn’t care much about that, as cruel as it might have sounded you simply weren’t related to any of the victims and it’s been years since it happened the last time. You hardly even remembered all the panic and fear permeating the town, you were, after all, just a child back then. Also, you weren’t a fan of horror, despite your best friend being the biggest horror fan you knew.

You didn’t dare to try and get into horror, fearing it would make your feelings for the girl even more obvious than they already were. Because Tara Carpenter wasn’t just your best friend. She was the strongest person you knew, going through abandonment after abandonment and still finding it in her to let new people in. She was gentle, accepting of anyone who wasn’t against her or her friends, and she was fiercely loyal and protective. Willing to throw herself at anyone if it meant keeping someone she cared about safe. And you loved her, you’ve been in love with her for years, yet you never said anything, because…

Well, Tara didn’t feel the same way.

And honestly, a part of you felt like you weren’t worthy of her love.

It wasn’t anything Tara did or said, you just felt like she could do better, and that she deserved better. It wasn’t even your self-esteem, you hoped, it was more the fact that Tara deserved perfection.

So, that was where you were. Sitting in her living room with an almost completed school assignment between the two of you. She looked so focused on it you dared to look at her a bit longer than you usually did.

“Y/N?” she suddenly said your name and you jumped, embarrassed that you got caught staring, but Tara just laughed a bit. “You can tell me if I have something on my face,” she rubbed the corners of her lips, trying to find the nonexistent smudge.

“There’s nothing on your face, T,” you laughed, looking away to avoid meeting her puzzled eyes. “You just looked kinda cute,” you tried to brush it off.

Tara rolled her eyes. “You always say that,” and you did, you very much did often say that. In fact, you complimented Tara as much as you could, as much as it was acceptable for two friends. And she gave you compliments in return, but you knew there was nothing romantic in them. And there wasn’t anything particularly romantic about your compliments either, you meant them, she deserved to hear them, and you knew you would compliment her even if you weren’t in love with her.

“It’s true!” you defended yourself, turning to once again look at her and seeing that slightly mischievous look in her eyes. She was teasing you, thinking the compliment wasn’t completely serious, but more of a friends encouraging one another. You couldn’t blame her, regardless of how lovestruck you were you thought you were fairly good at hiding your feelings for her.

“Sure, it is,” she brushed it off and somehow, for whatever reason you felt compelled to just tell her everything.

“I like you, Tara,” you ignored how hot your cheeks felt, how small your voice sounded, how loud your heart was beating, pounding against your chest. You ignored all of that and waited, suddenly finding the floor between your feet to be the most interesting floor to have ever been made.

“Well, yeah, we’re friends, I like you too, Y/N,” she said, puzzled over your decision to just suddenly blurt that out.

You should have taken the way out. She was serious. She didn’t realize what you meant. You should have accepted the chance she was unknowingly giving you. But you didn’t. “As more than a friend,” you told her, because deep down you felt guilty for having these feelings for her, for threatening to ruin your friendship, and for looking at her the way a friend shouldn’t. How long would it take for you to start blurring lines, to hug her as the one you were in love with instead as your best friend.

She needed to know. She had every right to know.

“As more- oh!” she gasped as she realized what you meant.

You dared to look up, to look her in the eyes. She looked surprised, but there was no anger, no disapproval in her eyes, just acceptance and apology.

“I’m sorry, you’re important to me, but just as a friend,” she didn’t move away from you, she kept the same distance as before you confessed.

“No, I didn’t expect you to! You deserve much better than me, anyway!” you tried to tell her, to make her known it was fine, that you never expected anything from her. Sure, you hoped. Who wouldn’t? But you didn’t expect her to return your feelings.

Yet, Tara frowned, scooting a bit closer and looked you right in the eyes. Her eyes, her big, expressive dark eyes were filled with anger. “Don’t ever say that again, you hear me, Y/N? It’s not about deserving more than you. Anyone would be lucky to be with you, I just never thought of you that way, you hear me?” she said it so firmly, without a hint of doubt, with so much conviction you didn’t have it in you to argue against her words. “Okay? I’m sorry I can’t return your feelings, but it isn’t because of you, I swear. There is nothing wrong with you,” there were no lies, no dishonesty in her words, Tara was completely honest, and you found yourself nodding.

“Please don’t apologize, I’m the one who blurred the lines,” you weren’t trying to make her pity you, you genuinely wanted to help her as well, because she was going to feel sorry, no matter what you said, and you wanted to lessen that feeling as much as you could.

“We’re okay, Y/N, you can’t decide who you fall for,” you could tell she wanted to tell you more, but she held back and that may have broken your heart more than her rejection.

Something did shift, she was holding something back from you, and she never did that before. And you knew you had to leave, to give her space and let her think things through. “Would you look at the time, I should get going,” you lamely said and just barely noticed the sadness in Tara’s eyes. She opened her mouth, as if to tell you something, maybe to stop you, though that was wishful thinking on your part.

In the end, she just nodded, getting up almost at the same time as you did and walking you to her front door. You stood there for a bit, silently taking the night in. It was late, close to midnight. You weren’t supposed to stay at her place for this long, but working on the project took more time than either of you predicted. Finishing it might be a bit awkward, but there wasn’t much work left to do, so you’d push through it.

At least your parents were out of town, so no one was worried about you. Even if they were, they likely would have guessed you’d sleep over at Tara’s place instead of walking back home at this hour. Well, either way, they weren’t home, so they couldn’t worry.

“Bye, Y/N,” Tara told you as you walked down the stairs. You turned around and saw she was smiling softly, her bright eyes still filled with an apology or not returning your feelings.

You smiled back at her, accepting her decision completely. You weren’t owed a chance at a relationship, no one was. Heartbreak hurt, but judging by Tara’s reaction you could still stay friends, though it would probably be best to keep your distance for a bit, just to let the feelings still in your heart fade for a bit. “Bye, Tara,” you said, raising your hand to wave at her as you took a few steps back. And then you turned, walking down the road through the darkness, you glanced back and saw she was no longer there. Of course she wouldn’t be, as much as she tried to be strong for you, you knew the talk was emotional for her as well, she needed her rest.

And then, just as you turned around you caught a glimpse of a cloaked figure and a white mask and before you could even realize what was happening you felt something sharp cutting through your flesh.

You didn’t hear anything but the pounding of your heart in your ears as you reached up, your bloody hand touching the mask. You looked at the eyes, barely visible in the darkness and saw cold, almost angry gaze bearing down upon you as you collapsed to your knees and the figure of death took your life.

~X~

Stabbed.

Gone.

Dead.

You were dead and Tara couldn’t remember the last time she cried her heart out the way she did today, at your…

Fuck… how could this happen?

Maybe you could have been saved, if anyone found you in time, but you were already dead when your body was found in the pool of your blood in the early morning. Cold, alone, with the killer not even bothering to hide your body or move it from the sidewalk. You died all alone, less than quarter of a mile away from Tara’s home, and she didn’t have any idea. She didn’t dare to call you, to make sure you came back home safely, because she didn’t want to make things even more awkward, she just sent you a text, one you never even opened, and she just thought you didn’t want to open her message. She thought it was a justified reaction. She didn’t think twice, even as the dread filled her. She thought it was dread of what’s to come, of how your feelings and her rejection of them would affect your friendship.

She was no stranger to losing people. First her father, then Sam, but they were, as far as she knew, alive. You were dead, there was no hope of fixing the relationship, of making up for the time that would be lost from now on.

She lost you. And she cried so hard she nearly had to use her inhaler, she cried and sobbed until there were no tears left to cry.

It wasn’t like she suddenly realized she had feelings for you, that she loved you back, or anything like that. She didn’t. She never looked at you like that, and she wasn’t in denial. She lost a precious friend and she grieved for a friend. And when she wondered if she should have done something differently, she wasn’t thinking about her feelings, but just letting you go home that late.

Because she had the same feeling she had when Sam was about to leave, that unexplainable dread that something important was about to be ripped out of her life and that she had no control over it as she watched you leaving. And Tara hated herself for that, she hated that she didn’t act on that feeling. She didn’t want to make it awkward between you two by asking you to watch a movie, let alone spend the night because of how late it was. She just turned you down, after all. And then she came to a conclusion the dread was just her reaction to what would happen between the two of you now, and she relaxed, letting it flow through her, instead of holding it in. How foolish was she to believe that? To not insist on making sure you came back home safely?

She could never look at you the way you looked at her, but she would forever regret that her last words to you were. ‘Bye, Y/N,’ such meaningless words, small, so ordinary. And Tara feared those were the very last words you ever heard spoken to you. Thinking of them now, they were even chilling last words to hear, so innocent and not in any way sounding like the final words. She wished she could have told you something else. She wished she could have properly explained to you that her rejection didn’t mean the end of your friendship, that she cherished every moment you spent together and that you were one of her best friends, if not her best friend.

She didn’t though. She thought she’d have time. That she would let you process everything and then try and see if the friendship could be continued or if you’d prefer to keep your distance. She should have known better.

She should have known better.

She should have never left anything unsaid.

The sound of landline phone ringing in the kitchen broke her out of her thoughts and she reluctantly got up from the sofa to answer it.

[amirasainz]

can you do a carmen x george x amira pls

Heyy.... so I know I#ve been absent for some time now, but I just have a lot of work and studying to do, so I'm not able to post as frequent as I used to. However I will try my best to write all of you're requests.

I this story Lando is painted like the bad guy, vut please be aware that this is NO HATE TOWARDS LANDO. It's just a story, so please read it as such.

Enjoy reading and let me know if you have some requests!

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

You're enough

“George…” whispered Amira, her hand gently stroking his back. The man in her arms let out a shuddering breath, prompting the girls on either side of him to hug him tighter. His face was buried in his hands, his posture slumped in his seat. Carmen and Amira shared a look behind George’s back, both feeling lost and helpless.

Just a few minutes ago, they had received the devastating notification that George had been disqualified from the Belgium GP, meaning he lost his hard-earned win. After working tirelessly and executing a brilliant race strategy, it all meant nothing in the end.

At first, George put on a brave face. He received a call from Toto, who was the one to inform his driver about the misfortune. Then came the messages from the other drivers, all of them sending their support and well wishes to him. Through all of this, George maintained a neutral mask. What finally broke his facade were the concerned faces of the two beautiful girls in his driver’s room.

“It’s just—it’s such a stupid reason,” started the Briton, his voice trembling with frustration. “We are talking about 1.5 kg. Freaking 1.5 kg ruined my freaking race. And all thanks to stupid McLaren, just because Lando had a bad weekend and the team didn’t get enough points.” From one second to the next, George’s anger towards his DNS transformed into anger against Lando.

“We all know that Zak is kissing the ground that Lando walks on. Since his first win, he became insufferable. He acts like a god and expects us to pray to him. Worst of all, he compares himself to champions like Senna and Hamilton. Even freaking Schumacher. Not only did he ruin Oscar’s first win, but he also treated us like crap since Miami.” George stood up from his seat, pacing up and down in his room. Carmen and Amira let him continue with his frustrated rant, both of them knowing it would do the Mercedes driver some good.

“He started treating the rest of us horribly. He told Logan that it was only a matter of time before the world forgot his name. To Carlos, he said that Carlos wasn’t even good enough to be the Safety Car driver. He looked me straight in the face and said I only won in Austria thanks to him. And everything he did the past few weeks was crying and whining in front of the cameras.”

While George caught his breath, Amira felt conflicted. On one hand, Lando was her friend and didn’t deserve all of George’s anger after McLaren called for an investigation. On the other hand, George wasn’t wrong. After Miami, Lando really started behaving like a grade-A asshole. Not only to the drivers and other workers but also to her. But that was a problem for another day. All she could think about now was comforting the man in front of her.

Without another thought, Amira stood up and hugged George. Feeling overwhelmed by the disappointment of today’s race, George broke down in tears. Carmen immediately jumped up from the bed, both women hugging the man close to them.

After a few moments, Carmen suggested in a calm voice that the three of them should get on the bed. After situating themselves (George lying on his back with both girls lying on his chest, holding hands), George calmed down. “No matter what, we’ll always be proud of you, George,” whispered Amira. “She is right, amor, it’s us three against the world,” confirmed Carmen. George only hugged the women closer to himself, his heart already feeling lighter. The thought of the three of them together warmed his chest, putting his mind at ease.

As they lay there, the room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional sniffle from George. Carmen and Amira exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to stay with him as long as he needed. They knew that this moment, though painful, was a testament to their bond. They were more than just friends; they were a family, united by their shared experiences and unwavering support for one another.

Eventually, George’s breathing steadied, and he began to relax. The weight of the day’s events still lingered, but the presence of Carmen and Amira made it bearable. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he wouldn’t have to face them alone. With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to find solace in the warmth and comfort of his friends’ embrace.

As the minutes passed, the trio remained entwined, drawing strength from each other. Carmen softly hummed a lullaby, her voice soothing and gentle, while Amira ran her fingers through George’s hair, offering silent reassurance. The room, once filled with tension and despair, now felt like a sanctuary of peace and solidarity.

George’s mind drifted back to the race, replaying the moments of triumph and the crushing blow of disqualification. Yet, with each passing second, the sting of disappointment lessened. He realized that victories and defeats were fleeting, but the bonds he shared with Carmen and Amira were enduring. They were his anchor, his source of strength, and his reason to keep pushing forward.

“Thank you,” George murmured, his voice barely audible. “Thank you for being here with me.”

Carmen kissed his forehead, her eyes filled with warmth. “Always, George. We’re always here for you.”

Amira nodded, her smile tender. “No matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”

With those words, George felt a renewed sense of hope. The road ahead might be challenging, but with Carmen and Amira by his side, he knew he could overcome anything. As he drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the people who loved him most, he felt a profound sense of gratitude and peace.

[scmg11]

KATE BISHOP x READER

Maybe your heart isn’t made of plastic.

Summary: Y/N always considered high school an hellhole where you need to fight everyday to survive, especially when Kate Bishop ruled over everything and everyone adored her. Everyone except her. She hated her. So she just tried to lay low and mind her own business, but when a new student arrive at their school, madness follows.

After a revenge plan, everything falling apart and just overall chaos, Y/N hooked up with none other than Kate Bishop. And it just kept happening. The two started hooking up wherever they had the chance and old feelings start to resurface. But would things work out or they would fall apart eventually?

[I got inspired after watching the new Mean Girls movie and after writing a too long oneshot about an original story with Kate, so I decided to create a book.]

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A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! I know, I know! I just disappeared for months but it's been quite a challenge these months. But I'm here to make amends, starting with a new chapter! I soon will be posting on my Hailee imagine book too, so don't worry about me disappearing again.

How have you been? Tell me!

Enjoy ❤️

Sending you all so much love ❤️

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Chapter 4

"Ugh, that bitch." Y/N grunted out as anger still boiled under her skin.

"Hey, Y/N/N, what’s wrong?" Bucky stopped Y/N in the hallway before lunch as she limped over her locker and stared at her in worry. After the P.E. hour, they all went to their separate ways to their classes, with the promise to meet back again before lunch. Y/N suffered from some back pain due to not being athletic enough and having her back sore from all the times Kate had her fun tackling her onto the ground, she had been limping around school for two hours as she plotted all the ways she could let the black haired girl pay for her bitchiness.

"Kate fucking Bishop, that’s what happened. That bitch tackled me on the ground the entire P.E. hour. And had her fun doing it." Y/N gritted through her clenched teeth as she left her physics class book in her locker and slammed it shut as rolled her eyes when Wanda snickered beside her, "stop laughing. You were lucky. She made you win."

"Hey loser, still angry you lost?" Kate in that moment walked beside her and smiled mischievously, making Y/N’s anger increase tenfold, but she just rolled her eyes at the black haired girl already walking away.

"Fuck you!" Y/N shouted after Kate and when she turned around to wink at her - it should not have made her core pulsate but she just ignored it - and flipped her off, making her snicker before turning around and turn on the left, leaving them in the hallway.

"True, but you’re just being overdramatic." Wanda giggled some more as she pushed on her shoulder and Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly. She knew the girl wasn’t disrespecting her by laughing, she made sure Y/N was okay as they made their way back to the locker room, she was just angry that Kate had her fun with her with lacrosse. "And she was just joking. You know that. She even helped you up once and she never did with the others."

Y/N rolled her eyes at Wanda’s statement and just pouted childishly, she just wanted to sulk around for a bit, okay? Kate deserved a lesson and she cursed under her breath when her traitorous mind made up all the ways she could ‘punish’ her during sex and for her horny self for getting turned on subsequently, "shall we go to lunch?"

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"No Buck, I’m sure the answer to that is not ‘a fucking push’."

"Why not?" Bucky’s voice sounded through the speakers of Y/N’s laptop, his face on the screen clearly confused.

"Because we’re doing physics and you can’t explain a parabolic motion that way!" Y/N explained with a fond, exasperated tone and shook her head amusedly at her best friend, a small chuckle leaving her mouth. It was now half past 9 p.m. and the two best friends were now finishing studying, Wanda calling it a night an hour prior due to an important thing she needed to do, leaving them to deal with physics alone.

"All I’m saying that this stupid shit should not be-." Y/N tuned Bucky out as her phone chimed in with a new notification and looked down at it, her body temperature rising as she took in the words on her phone, anger already kicking in.

Heartless bitch: where are you?

Pyro-lez: not your fucking business.

Heartless bitch: can you fucking be serious for a moment? Jeez.

Pyro-lez: I’m studying with Bucky. Now shut the fuck up.

Heartless bitch: where?

Y/N plainly ignored Kate with a roll of her eyes and discarded her phone on the mattress as she refocused her attention on Bucky, "and that’s why we should learn how to style our hair perfectly instead."

Y/N’s anger dissipated in a second as she laughed heartily at her best friend for his nonsense and shook her head. Despite she missed everything he said, she knew he was just messing with her, "okay, professor. Before you start lecturing me on how I should upgrade my hairstyle, I’m calling this a night. See you tomorrow."

"You would have all the girls in school at your feet if you would let me style your hair. I will tell you more about it, tomorrow. Goodnight." Y/N chuckled at Bucky’s know-it-all tone and shook her head fondly, before ending the FaceTime call and closing her laptop lid. She grabbed all her books alongside her laptop and moved it all onto her desk, sighing out softly as she stretched her still aching back and yawned softly. Her phone chimed again and with a roll of her eyes she ignored it, knowing it will probably be Kate still annoying her, and went to her en-suite to get ready for bed. As she got out of the bathroom she tidied up the mess that was her desk with books, notebooks and pencils scattered all over it and sighed out contentedly when she was ready to slip in her bed and finally sleep her tiredness away. As she put the last pencil in her drawer under her desk, she heard a faint clicking sound in her room, but she was busy closing her drawer to dwell on it. If she paid attention to it she wouldn’t have jumped out of her skin when her window opened abruptly.

"What the-?!"

"Relax, it’s me!" Kate shouted as she climbed through the window, shielding her face when Y/N lifted a book up ready to throw it at her.

"Kate?! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Y/N whisper-yelled at the archer, placing her book back on the desk, as she casually closed the window and smoothed out her hoodie with their lacrosse team name on it, causing Y/N to look at her bewildered at her nonchalance. "Kate?!"

"Jeez, calm down. You were being an asshole and didn’t answer my texts, so I had to guess where you were." Kate shrugged and sauntered slowly towards the Y/E/C girl, still standing near her desk with a not so convinced look on her face.

"Do you actually know that when someone doesn’t answer your texts means they don’t want to talk to you?!" Y/N asked with a bitchy, matter-of-factly tone as she crossed her arms and arched a challenging eyebrow up at the black haired girl, but she seemed unfazed by her biting tone as she merely smirked on her way to her.

"No, you were just being an asshole." Kate repeated with a gloating tone and smiled haughtily at her.

"Look who’s talking." Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to protest and tell Kate to get the fuck out of her room, but what actually came out was just a pitiful moan as Kate gripped her hips harshly and slammed her butt on her desk, effectively trapping her between the furniture and herself. "Let me go."

"No." Kate merely answered as she inched closer to Y/N, her arrogant smirk stretching even more over her lips.

"You are insuff-oh." Y/N’s words got abruptly stopped as Kate attacked her neck with open-mouthed kisses, her hands on her hips pushing her more onto her desk as her body flushed over hers teasingly. "Shit."

"I’ve been busy the whole day." Kate murmured on Y/N’s neck before biting on it harshly, causing a wail to leave Y/N’s lips as she bucked her hips up involuntarily. Kate licked the sting away immediately and moved up to Y/N’s jaw, nibbling on her skin there as she rubbed her hips over Y/N’s ones teasingly. As Y/N released another whimper and moved her lips on Y/N’s pulse point, her right hand left the Y/E/C girl’s hip and moved to her front, sneaking into her sweatpants and past her panties to feel an already great amount of wetness there. "Already so fucking wet for me."

"Oh- Kate- we can’t-."

"Why not?" Kate let out in an hum right onto Y/N’s pulse point, before biting on it teasingly, reveling in Y/N’s body trembling under her, her hips angrily seeking out more of her touch. Her fingers circled Y/N’s clit and rolled it in precise, firm motions, ripping a few more guttural moans from the girl above her and filling the archer with excitement, making her increase her tempo of her patterns.

"My- my parents are down stairs and-."

"We’ll be quiet. Well, for now you need to be quiet." Kate smirked mischievously at Y/N after pulling her face away from her neck and meeting her eyes, gulping when she found almost black Y/E/C staring back at her.

"The door-."

Kate rolled her eyes at Y/N’s yet another attempt to stop her, so she pointedly slipped a finger into Y/N’s core and Y/N’s words got replaced by a too loud moan, that Kate promptly muffled with her lips clashing over Y/N’s ones. Y/N fluttered her eyes closed and bucked her hips down Kate’s finger, silently asking for more but whimpered under her breath in frustration when Kate pulled her hand away from her pants instead and detached their lips from the intense kiss. "I’m gonna lock the door and we’ll be quiet. I’m wet too and I want to fuck you."

Y/N couldn’t find in her the words to counter the girl back some more and she merely nodded, watching silently as Kate moved off of her and sauntered towards her door, her eyes focusing on the swaying of her hips as they took in her phenomenal ass. "Wait-."

"Ugh, now what?!" Kate snapped before she could reach the handle and turned around towards Y/N with a withering glare, but Y/N just shook her head amused and flipped her off playfully.

"Calm your panties, I still want to fuck you so hard you will drop that cocky face." Y/N’s words seemed to affect Kate to the point she just put on a neutral face and closed her mouth, waiting diligently for Y/N to close the distance between them as she joined her to the door. "I’m gonna tell my parents I’m going to bed. Stay here and do not make a sound." Y/N gritted through her teeth at Kate, now standing impossibly close to her, so much so their noses brushed together and Kate just scoffed and rolled her eyes at her order, making Y/N’s anger boil over in an instant at her cockiness. She boldly gripped Kate’s ass and flushed their bodies together before slamming her mouth over Kate’s one hungrily, her tongue forcing its way in to lick it thoroughly for half a minute, before pulling away abruptly. Y/N smirked as Kate chased down her lips but Y/N moved away completely to walk out of the door. "I’ll be right back." As Y/N got downstairs, Kate took a moment to look around Y/N’s room, finding it just like she remembered it. It seemed not much changed since she last was there in 8th grade except for a few pictures of Y/N with Bucky and Wanda and posters of Y/N’s favorite movies. Kate didn’t have too much time to look around more because a minute or so later the door opened and Y/N reentered her room. "Here, now I can fuck you nicely."

Kate shivered at the low tone Y/N used after locking her bedroom door and bit on her bottom lip hard as Y/N approached her with a predatory look on her face, "if I remember correctly I was about to fuck you, so lay down and let me work my magic."

"I don’t take orders from you." Y/N scoffed and retorted with a bite tone before gasping when Kate grasped her ass harshly and flushed their bodies together once again, biting down on her bottom lip hard and pulling a low whine from the Y/E/C girl. Y/N slid her tongue past Kate’s lips and grasped her ass too, moaning at how firm it was and kissing her more deeply.

"You will if you want me to fuck you. And I know for a fact you want me to fuck you." Kate let out in labored breath as Y/N slipped her hands past her sweatpants and kneaded her ass without the garment in the way, moaning softly at how nice it felt as Y/N touched her.

"Oh is that so?"

Kate wanted to wipe Y/N’s gloating smirk off her face, so with a swift motion she sneaked her her hand between them and slipped it past Y/N’s sweatpants and panties like before and slid her fingers over Y/N’s drenched core, collecting her juices as she skidded over her slits, "yes. You are so fucking wet, shit." Kate moaned at how much aroused Y/N was for her and when the girl gripped her ass harder and moaned right onto her mouth, she quickly pulled her hand away and pushed Y/N backward until the back of her knees touched her mattress, "fuck." Kate groaned as she lifted Y/N’s hoodie up and got met with her naked torso, her eyes instinctively focusing on her erected nipples staring back at her. She devoured Y/N’s chest with her eyes, memorizing every patch of skin available, but got pulled quickly out of her daze when she felt two hands grip her wrists and guide them onto her desired destination, making the black haired girl lick her lips in anticipation.

"Wanna touch?" Y/N asked in a soft, enchanting tone and looked into Kate’s eyes almost innocently, batting her eyelashes at her.

"Fuck, yes!" Kate let out in one breath before whining when her hands got unexpectedly pulled away as Y/N smirked mischievously at her, causing the archer to look at her in anger.

"You need to be naked first." Kate wanted to really grunt out frustration and lash out at Y/N but everything got morphed into a moan when Y/N’s hand still grasping her left wrist pulled it back into her panties, making Kate cup her core once again, "or you won’t get to fuck me at all."

Kate groaned out at the words and unconsciously slipped the tip of her middle finger into Y/N’s core while clashing their lips together in an hungry kiss, swallowing a moan from Y/N when, with the great amount of wetness there, her finger slipped easily into Y/N, "so fucking wet."

"Oh Kate." Y/N murmured into the kiss and pushed her hips down onto Kate’s hand asking for more, already losing the determination to tease Kate, so Kate gripped her right buttcheek and added another finger, using her hand to help Y/N slid her hips down her fingers while sucking on her tongue eagerly, swallowing each sound came out from Y/N.

"On the bed. Now." Kate murmured and Y/N whined in agreement, letting another sound, this time of frustration, when Kate slipped her hand out of her core, only to shriek out in surprise when the black haired girl pushed her unceremoniously on the bed. Kate got distracted for just a moment as Y/N’s breasts bounced from the movement but was quick to pull herself out of her lustful haze to take Y/N’s pants and panties off of her in one motion and throw them on the floor.

"Ah-ah. I want you naked too." Y/N lifted her finger up and halted Kate before she could crawl over her and smirked seductively up at her, her heart roaring in her chest when the black haired girl for once didn’t protest at her demand as she quickly discarded her clothes. Y/N enjoyed the show Kate was unintentionally putting on for her and bit on her bottom lip to calm her horny self as her hoodie was the first to fall on the ground, revealing a purple sport bra and Kate’s delicious abs right on display. After throwing her hoodie on the ground Kate sent a quick look towards Y/N and found her eyes black with desire as they devoured her half naked body, so with an empowering thrill running down her spine she run her hand down her abs, watching delighted as Y/N’s eyes followed the movement, before letting it disappear under her sweatpants. Kate smirked at the small whimper coming from Y/N at her motions and boldly cupped her drenched core before sliding her fingers over her slits, exaggerating the movement just to create a bulge over her pants and drive Y/N even crazier. In her eagerness to tease Y/N some more, watching her almost drool at the show she was putting up just for her, she unintentionally brushed her palm on her aching clit and moaned softly at the yearned stimulation. What turned her on even more was Y/N’s hands gripping her sheets as she moaned softly under her breath too at her pleasuring herself in front of her, so she quickly repeated the gesture and purposefully arched her head back to let out a sinful moan of Y/N’s name to tease her some more.

"Oh- Y/N- ah!" Kate had her eyes closed as she touched herself in front of Y/N so she didn’t hear Y/N move from the bed and it caused her to squeal in shock as she felt an arm circle her waist, a hand pull her own out of her pants while a pair of hungry lips devoured her abs with harsh bites and open-mouthed kisses. "Oh."

"It’s my turn to have fun." And with that Y/N quickly yanked Kate’s pants and panties down her legs as her lips moved to her lower stomach, leaving a trail of saliva with her tongue right above Kate’s center. "Bra off." Y/N ordered as her hands went down Kate’s ass and squeezed it harshly, pushing Kate’s hips more towards Y/N’s mouth as she moved her tongue dangerously close to where Kate needed most. Y/N left a small hickey right above Kate’s slits as she felt her move to discard the last piece of clothing, so when she felt her still, she moved quickly backward and pulled on Kate’s ass to let her straddle her, her mouth moving from her abs up to her chest in mere seconds and devouring her amazing boobs, staring with her left one.

"Oh- Y/N, fuck!" Kate bucked her hips down when Y/N pulled a nipple in her mouth and suckled on it hungrily and gripped her scalp hard to push her more into her chest, "I’m so-."

"Fucking wet." Y/N finished for Kate as she swiftly moved one of her hands from Kate’s ass between her legs and teased her entrance as she collected her arousal, humming contentedly when Kate moaned onto her hair and pushed her hips down her fingers to silently ask for more.

"Inside. Now." Kate commanded and pushed her hips down in need again when Y/N didn’t budge, but Y/N just kept devouring her chest as she skidded her fingers between her slits teasingly, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Y/N." Kate growled and pulled on Y/N’s hair to catch her attention and moving her away from her chest, ripping a small whine from her throat in the process. "Fuck me."

"With pleasure." Y/N smirked as their eyes met and in a quick, unexpected motion, switched their positions, laying Kate down on her back and moving between her legs, "buckle up for the best orgasm you’ve ever had."

Kate snorted at Y/N’s cocky statement, "I wouldn’t be so-FUck!" Kate had to slam her hand over her mouth when Y/N inadvertently pushed a finger in and started an already fast pace into her, her eyes closing shut as her body got wrecked with pure bliss.

"Shut up and let me fuck you." Y/N spatted angrily and pointed her words out by biting harshly on Kate’s left nipple, smiling when Kate wailed under her and bucked her hips up to ask for more. So Y/N added another finger into her and used her hips to help her movements, making them more precise and harsher as she pushed them deep into her.

"Oh fuck." Kate moved her hand off her face only when she was sure she could control the intensity of her moans, although it felt like a really difficult task since Y/N was doing amazing things to her, and moved it in Y/N’s hair to keep her in place as she paid attention to her neglected boob.

"So fucking hot." Y/N murmured with a nipple in her mouth before lapping up at it, matching her fingers’ tempo, and smiled as Kate thrashed her head around in ecstasy and moaned under her breath.

"Fuck Y/N! More!" Kate asked as she circled her legs around Y/N’s hips, her heels pushing on Y/N’s back every time Y/N slid her fingers back into her harder, "oh."

"Try to lower your voice. As much as I love how loud you can be-." Y/N trailed off to grunt out in fatigue as she increased her tempo, feeling Kate’s walls clench down her fingers and swallowing them even deeper, "I don’t want to get caught and stop this." Y/N bit particularly hard on the underside of Kate’s left boob and smiled as Kate arched her chest more into her mouth, while a softer moan left her lips, "good girl."

"Fuck." Kate moaned at the words and bucked her hips up needily, feeling her orgasm ready to wash over her as her body trembled in anticipation, "more Y/N. I’m close." And Y/N, with the primal need to feel Kate come undone under her, slammed her fingers back in while laying her palm on Kate’s clit, feeling Kate’s body twitch at the new stimulation. After a particular hard thrust and her palm hitting Kate’s clit just right, another loud moan left Kate’s lips, so Y/N understood Kate was becoming incapable of controlling herself as she approached her peak, so she quickly moved her lips off her chest and clashed their mouths together in a languid, full of tongue kiss, gulping down every sound Kate emitted as she neared her climax. Y/N doubled her efforts and moved her fingers faster and harder into Kate, her wall clenching impossibly hard around her hand and after a few more hard thrusts and precise hits on her clit, Kate came undone with a loud moan of her name right into her mouth, something that made Y/N’s mind spin out of control. "Y/N!"

"Fuck, you look even hotter right now." Y/N murmured on Kate’s lips as she slowed her fingers into her while watching her with pure awe, her hair completely tousled and spread on her pillow, her eyes closed with her face still contorted in pleasure and her mouth hung open as a few more soft moans left it. She was beautiful.

"Fuck, that was-."

"Good right?" Y/N asked cockily as Kate finally came down from her high and smirked mischievously right at her. She knew Kate thought that, but the stubborn girl she was would never admit it, so she only rolled her eyes at her. With her newfound strength, Kate switched their positions quickly and settled between Y/N’s legs. "Oh."

"Now try to be quiet as I fuck you nicely." Kate smirked down at Y/N and slipped her tongue past her open mouth to tease her as her hand skidded down her stomach and reached quickly its yearned destination. Kate swallowed a low whine from Y/N as she circled her clit, before moving her lips away and sending a warning look to Y/N, who obediently nodded. Kate smiled softly at that and descended her lips down Y/N’s jaw to nibble the skin there, while her hand kept on moving circularly on her clit to work Y/N up some more.

"Enough teasing. Inside."

"Ah-ah, no bossing me, or I’m not fucking you." Kate taunted as she pressed more firmly onto Y/N’s clit and Y/N wailed pitifully in need. Kate’s gloating smirk fell off her face as she moaned under her breath when Y/N pushed her hand away and replaced it with her own, her middle finger slipping into her quickly as she moaned lewdly right onto Kate’s lips. "Fuck."

"Since you were being an ass, I’m doing it my own." Y/N gritted through her teeth as she fought off another loud moan. Kate stared mesmerized as Y/N’s finger moved in and out of her fast, her lips drying up in a second as arousal pooled once again between her legs. It was like she was frozen in her spot as she witnessed Y/N pleasure herself, but when Y/N bucked her hips up and moaned lowly, she got pulled out of her haze and quickly gripped Y/N’s wrist to stop her movements, causing the girl to groan out in frustration.

"As hot as this is, I want to fuck you."

"Then fucking do it." Y/N gritted through her teeth again, but Kate could detect a pleading undertone and she knew she teased Y/N enough. The girl wanted to have her needed orgasm and she was sure as hell she was going to give it to her. The best one she ever had.

Kate trapped Y/N’s eyes in a staring contest as she silently pulled her finger out of her and without breaking their eye contact she moved her finger up to her lips and pushed it into her mouth, moaning around it as Y/N’s taste filled her senses, "delicious."

Y/N moaned pitifully between them and gripped Kate’s scalp hard as she made her lick her finger clean, their position so intimate they both felt trapped in a bubble, "I can’t take it anymore, Kate. Fuck me."

And Kate spurred into action at the pleading tone, deciding not to mock her more and just pulling her finger out of her mouth with a loud pop and sliding slowly over her body, leaving a trail of small kisses from her sternum, to her left boob, ignoring her nipple to not get distracted in her task, down her stomach before settling between her legs and meeting Y/N’s eyes pointedly, "I can’t wait to lick you clean." Kate murmured on Y/N’s left hip before leaving a small hickey there, soothing the skin with her tongue then inching her mouth closer to where Y/N needed her the most. She started by laying her lips on Y/N’s clit, smiling when the girl whined in pure bliss and bucked her hips up needily, so she placed her hand on her right hip while the other hauled Y/N’s leg over her shoulder to give her more space to operate before starting on sucking on her clit fervently, pinching her leg hard when Y/N emitted a loud moan of satisfaction, "quiet."

"Ah-right, sorry. It was just so-fuck- good." Kate smiled on Y/N’s clit and paid attention to it for just a few more seconds before sticking her tongue out and laying it flat at the base of Y/N’s core, before moving it up slowly and lapping up the juices there, "oh Kate." The black haired girl repeated the gesture two more times before she too felt like Y/N had truly enough of her teasing and slipped her tongue in her entrance slowly, savoring each inch she slipped in Y/N’s core as her wall clenched deliciously around her wet muscle. As she slipped her tongue all the way in, her nose bumped onto Y/N’s clit and that, with the pleasurable intrusion provided by her tongue, made Y/N moan again as she bucked her hips up in need, "Kate."

"Hm." Kate hummed at the warning tone and quickly slipped her tongue out before slamming it back in and curling it, repeating the gesture over and over again as she clamped down on her leg, drunk on Y/N’s moans of approval. She devoured Y/N with precise and hungry strokes, pushing Y/N’s hips down every time they bucked up too harshly from her ministrations and hummed into her core from time to time as her taste invaded her sense. "Hm." Kate hummed particularly low into Y/N’s core when the girl gripped her hair and pushed her more into her core and got rewarded by the sexiest moan Y/N ever emitted, causing shivers to wreck the black haired girl’s body, the need to hear it again fogging up her mind. She tentatively slammed her tongue back in and curled it like she had been doing to deliver the best pleasure possible to Y/N and hummed again, causing that sexy moan to leave Y/N from above once more. "So fucking hot." Kate commented on Y/N’s slits when she pulled her tongue out to take some needed breath and Y/N gripped her hair harder as the gesture surprisingly turned her on, causing a splash of arousal to drip down her core.

"Do it again." Y/N pleaded Kate as she lifted her head off her pillow and the archer met her eyes as she did what she asked, lapping up at the juices dripping from her and humming lewdly right into her core, causing Y/N’s body to tremble as she moaned out Kate’s name, "oh fuck Kate, that was so fucking good."

Kate growled in ecstasy at that and, fueled by the need to drink up her orgasm, she unexpectedly pushed two fingers into Y/N as she clamped her mouth down on her clit, making Y/N’s head to slump back harshly on her pillow as she arched her back in pure bliss, feeling her orgasm approach fast. "You are so fucking tight."

Y/N moaned at the filthy words and bucked her hips up, asking for more, her body thrashing around as pleasure pumped fast in her veins while her senses were overwhelmed by everything Kate, "fuck Kate, more! I’m close."

And Kate did what Y/N asked, curling her fingers after slamming them back in while sucking harshly on her clit, never slowing down her tempo and always trying to apply the right pressure on Y/N’s clit. When she felt the small bundle of nerves twitch under her lips, she quickly moved her mouth and fingers away from Y/N, causing a whine of protest to leave Y/N, and quickly murmured, "come for me, let me taste you." And after that she replaced her fingers with her tongue as she slammed it back into Y/N and curled it as deep as she could, while her thumb pressed down on Y/N’s clit firmly. The Y/E/C girl came a few moments later with a loud moan of Kate’s name she promptly muffled with her hand and the archer wailed too as Y/N’s release invaded her mouth.

"Kate!"

"Hm, so fucking delicious." Kate lapped up at Y/N’s juices eagerly, while decreasing her movements on her clit to help Y/N ride her high out, her hand clamping down on Y/N’s thigh and Y/N’s hand in her hair grounding her to the moment. Her senses were so high on Y/N as she tasted her and her ears got filled with Y/N’s small wails as she came down from her intense orgasm that she felt she had never been so happy in that moment and she made sure to savor it thoroughly. Only when Y/N slumped back on the bed and pulled softly on Kate’s scalp, Kate stopped her movements and reluctantly detached from Y/N’s core, licking her lips clean as she moved up Y/N’s body.

"C’mere." Y/N growled as Kate met her eyes with satisfaction on her face and her chin still glistened with her juices, gripped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, moaning softly when she tasted herself on Kate’s tongue. After pulling away from some needed breath, Kate’s body slumped beside Y/N’s one and with her hand drew idle circles around Y/N’s right nipple, their eyes never moving away from the other. "Stop or you’re gonna turn me on again."

"That was my intention." Kate smirked mischievously and bit seductively on her bottom lip, "what time is it?"

Y/N moved her head to the side to look at her bedside alarm clock before meeting Kate’s blue eyes again, "it’s 10:20 p.m."

"There’s still a lot of time." Kate murmured as she kissed Y/N again, starting the kiss as slow and languid before their desire took over and their tongues slid over each other to start an hungrier kiss. They went at it for other two more rounds before they slumped back on the bed, completely spent but satisfied. "Shit, it’s getting late! I need to be at practice at 7 a.m."

Y/N watched as Kate sprinted off the bed and dressed herself back, looking at the time quickly and widening her eyes as she looked at the time, 1:12 a.m., and sighed out contentedly. "You can always tell your coach you did plenty of cardio tonight." Kate surprisingly huffed out a laugh as she finished pulling her hoodie on and moved towards the window, climbing out of it without saying goodbye. Y/N leaned back on the bed and covered herself with her duvet before falling asleep right away with a dumb smile on her lips.

[sapphic-agent]

Rewriting the Gaang in LOK

Basically how I would have written the adult Gaang. Pretend the comics as they are don't exist.

Katara: Breaks up with Aang sometime post-finale to do some soul-searching. Travels the world on her own and sees how people are struggling after the war. After talking (beating) some sense into a few government officials, she realizes that the best way to help people post-war is through politics. She becomes an (unofficial) ambassador, helping and negotiating aid for small villages that tend to get overlooked and does this for a number of years. She joins up with Zuko and Aang after they found the United Republic of Nations and becomes Councilwoman Katara, representative of the Southern Water Tribe. She eventually gets voted chairwoman due to her passion to improve the lives of the citizens (and because her fellow council members are too scared to vote against her). She heals on the side when she needs to, but only out of obligation since she can't stand to see people suffer; she puts much more effort into getting raising funds for a hospital full of healers. A few years later, Haru moves to Republic City and is just as awestruck by her as he was the day they met (the pornstache has been removed by divine intervention). They meet up a couple of times; for drinks after work, walks around the city, and they even attend a few galas together. They eventually start dating and get married two years later. They have their first daughter Kya (who's an earthbender), a son- Tyro (who's a nonbender), and another daughter Suma (who's a waterbender). They live a happy, peaceful (if you could call Katara stopping the occasional criminal before the police peaceful) life together where their children are well-loved and as part of the Southern Water Tribe as they are the Earth Kingdom. Aang's death hits their family hard, but they all come together and support each other. Katara personally mentors Korra, even convincing her family move to Republic City so that the Avatar knows the people she's meant to protect (the White Lotus protests, they fail❤️). She teaches Korra Waterbending, but also teaches her empathy and appreciation for other cultures (and that sometimes, selfish world leaders need a good punch to the face, a lesson Korra took to heart even though she absolutely wasn't supposed to see it).

Aang: Is torn up after Katara breaks up with him. He's hurt and confused and doesn't know what to do with himself. He retreats to Ba Sing Se where he talks with Iroh and learns that he unfairly pushed his feelings onto Katara. Wracked with guilt at hurting someone he cares about so much, Aang realizes that he has a lot of growing up to do. He focuses on his job as the Avatar, working closely with Zuko, Kuei, and the other leaders to heal the world after the war. The first time he sees Katara again is when she arrives to help with the United Republic of Nations. He apologizes to her and Katara forgives him, promising they'll always be best friends. His role in Republic City is more or less the same, though at some point he develops feelings for Toph. But he fears doing to her what he had done to Katara, so he tries to ignore them. But Toph, never one to beat around the bush, point-blank asks him if he's ever gonna man-up and confess to her. They start dating, and Lin comes a few months later as a surprise. They have their hiccups- Aang especially needing to reconcile with the fact that there's a chance she might not be an Airbender- but they manage to resolve them. Lin is an Earthender, of course, but Aang loves his little girl to pieces (which is good, because Toph would kill him if she suspected otherwise). Tenzin is born three years later, an Airbender, and Su Yin is born two years after that as an Earthbender. Lastly there's Bumi, a nonbender. There's always the urge to favor Tenzin, but Aang knows he can't. They're all his children and they deserve to be treated as such. So he teaches them all about their culture, takes them all on trips. The kids fight, but Aang is always quick to help resolve it (as it turns out, getting Lin and Su to stop fighting is a lot harder than getting the four nations to get along, go figure). Aang loves his wife and kids and wouldn't trade any of them for the world. He dies peacefully at age 66, surrounded by his children and the love of his life.

Sokka: Fucking hates politics. He'll leave the negotiating and speeches to his sister, thank you very much. If the room of government officials isn't a war room, he wants no part in it. After the war, he spends most of his time in the Southern Water Tribe. He works with his father to rebuild and relearn their culture, and writes frequent letters to his sister. Though, something about his life in the south is unfulfilling. Maybe he misses Suki, but there's something about inventing that calls to him. He can't do much of that in the south pole, so he leaves for the Earth Kingdom, helping villages struggling with heat, agriculture, transportation, etc. In the United Republic of Nations, he becomes lead engineer of the city, utilizing bending to make quick technological advances. He and Suki reunite in Republic City where Suki becomes the police chief. They get back together and have a daughter, Lian. The three of them live a simple life together, until Suki gets gravely injured in the line of duty when Lian is twenty. They decide to retire to the Southern Water Tribe where Sokka takes over for Hakoda as chief and prepares Lian to take over for him.

Toph: When Toph hears that Twinkle Toes and Sparky finally started that fancy new city, she thinks it's the perfect opportunity to cause a little chaos. Closing her metalbending school, she decides to relive her days as the Blind Bandit by founding pro-bending (thanks @ecoterrorist-katara for the idea!). Zuko's a hater and tries to shut it down because "safety," but finds no help in Aang who really, really loves the idea. He goes to every one of her matches and Toph feels both smug pride and... Something else. But she tells herself it would never happen, Twinkle Toes likes girls like Sugar Queen and she was the furthest thing from that. But she isn't totally oblivious, she can feel his heartbeat pick up when he's around her and how he's started to stutter when he's talking to her. So she bites the bullet and they start happily dating. But the arrival of Lin uncovers issues she didn't even know were there. Lin cries loudly and for Toph who relies heavily on her sense of hearing, it's hell. She was also unprepared for how much her body would change. She finds herself not wanting to be around her daughter. But Aang realizes this and urges her to talk to someone. After some arguing, she does. Aang is attentive, so Toph can take breaks when she needs to and Katara and Suki are always ready to get her out of the house when she's overwhelmed. Things with Lin get better and when Tenzin comes around she doesn't suffer nearly as much. Su Yin is similar. It's hard with Bumi because she's older, but Aang and her friends are there to support her. Toph can be distant with her children- her closely monitored childhood always present in her mind- but sees how Aang can be doting and allow their kids freedom. She follows by his example, trying to find a balance between hovering and absence. Aang's death is the worst day of her life- she was there, she felt his heart stop- and she retreats into the swamp for a while to grieve. But she returns to Republic City when Katara begins to mentor the new Avatar. Not to be outdone by Sugar Queen, she becomes Korra's second teacher. It's hard to be around Korra sometimes, but she likes the girl's spunk and attitude, even if she is a brat.

Zuko: Zuko struggles after the war. The obligations of the Fire Lord are crushing and daunting and the fear of turning into his father feels like it's constantly looming over his head. Mai doesn't understand why he's struggling so much and he can't figure out how to explain it to her, so they break up. She goes to Kyoshi Island to spend time with Ty Lee and figure out what she wants in life. Stressed, burnt-out, and heartbroken, Zuko asks Aang to kill him if he ever starts to act like Ozai, but Aang steadfastly refuses, berating him for even suggesting it. Aang assures him that he'll never turn into his father and that he has his friends to rely on. He follows after Aang to Ba Sing Se, working in his uncle's tea shop as a much needed break. He opens up to Iroh about his fears and Iroh affirms that even having these worries proves that he'll never be Ozai. He spends time in Ba Sing Se working in the tea shop and negotiating with the Earth King when he meets Jin again. She's as carefree as she was back then and Zuko is both envious and in awe of it. But he knows he can't have a relationship with her, he can't burden her with his problems. But Jin is gently persistent, lending an ear when he needs one and assuring him that he isn't burdening her. When she asks him if he wants to be with her, he confesses that he does- more than anything- but also admits that he has no idea how it'll work. She tells him that if they want to be together no one should stop them. A year later, they're married and she's crowned Fire Lady Jin. There are some protests to their relationship from traditionalists, but Ambassador Katara (Zuko is so sure that she was never actually given that title, but he can't prove it) is quick to shut them down citing that the Fire Lord marrying an Earth Kingdom girl is a sign of unity. They have their daughter, Izumi, and she's Zuko's entire world. Zuko's greatest fear is that his children will end up like him and Azula, so he refrains from having more kids. Jin respects this, but urges him to talk to Azula. So he does; his sister curses him out, but seems to enjoy his company in her own way. They'll never have a good relationship, but Zuko doesn't want her to feel alone so he makes time at least once a week. It's shortly after Aang's death that Zuko relinquishes the title of Fire Lord to Izumi, his grief over his lifetime friend far too painful. Eventually, though, Katara and Toph bully him into training the new Avatar. It's not a role for a retired Fire Lord, but Zuko knows that the world needs Korra to be strong and it's his responsibility to make that happen as much as he can. And so, he becomes Avatar Korra's third teacher (if you told him 60 years ago that he'd become the Avatar's most sane instructor, he'd think you were high on cactus juice. But with Katara punching dictators in the face and Toph breaking every rule ever written, someone has to be a good influence).

Occupations if you missed them:

Katara: (Unofficial/Self-proclaimed) Ambassador of the Southern Water Tribe, United Republic of Nations Councilwoman and later Chairwoman, Healer (on the side), Waterbending Master to the Avatar

Aang: Avatar, United Republic of Nations Councilman

Sokka: Engineer and Inventor, Chief of the Southern Water Tribe

Toph: Pro-Bender, Manager of the Pro-Bending Arena, Earthbending Master to the Avatar

Zuko: Fire Lord, Firebending Master to the Avatar

Suki: Police Chief of Republic City (I'm sorry I didn't make a detailed background for her I got lazy, I promise I don't love her any less😭)

Defending my ship choices:

Harutara: Come on, y'all know what I'm about at this point. They're my everything, how could I not have them together? Plus, there's something really poetic about Haru falling for her as an adult the way he did as a teenager: watching her inspire those around her. I headcanon that he's enamoured with the sound of her voice because it's the voice that liberated him and his people and he attends all her speeches

Taang: I actually wasn't sure about this one. I'm not an active Taang shipper, but I do think they'd really balance each other out. Toph is the hard ass Aang needs to challenge him and Aang would bring out the softer side in her. Toph would never let Aang favor one kid over the other and Aang wouldn't let Toph neglect their kids. So looking at it like that, I felt them being together would be best for the story

Sukka: It's not as perfect in canon as people make it out to be, but I still love them. I wouldn't want any different for them

Jinko: This one actually made more sense than I would have thought. Jin is very different from Mai, so I can really see her being what Zuko needs considering where he would be mentally. I like Mai, but I feel Maiko really made her way more one dimensional so her living with Ty Lee and finding herself feels like a better end for her (and if they start dating, that's no one's business). And we've already seen Zuko go out of his way to make Jin happy so it's not like we're getting another Kataang situation. I'm happy with this for them

The Kids:

Yes, I purposely made Kya an Earthbender. And yes, Katara still gives her her mother's necklace. Because that's her firstborn daughter no matter what element she does (or doesn't) bend. One thing I hate is that Bryke made the Kataang kids primarily part of the culture that they bend. That's such a slap in the face to biracial kids, not to mention poor Bumi who doesn't seem to belong to either for some reason until he ends up an Airbender. So yeah, all of the Harutara kids are part of the EK and SWT. Suma is a name I made up because it sounded pretty

I know it's weird to think of Lin and Tenzin as siblings, I felt so odd writing it. But I love them both so I couldn't just not write them. I made Bumi the youngest so he could be spoiled because he deserved better in canon. Su and Lin have a better relationship, but they still butt heads because they feel the need to one-up each other due to them both being Earthbenders (and later Metalbenders). Lin still becomes a cop, but their big fight never happened because Su was never neglected to the point of becoming a criminal. All four kids are taught Air Nomad culture and traditions and taken on trips because Aang is a decent father

I named Lian partly after Yue, since Yuèliàng means moon in Chinese. One of my gripes with LOK is that Katara and Sokka's family are meant to be the leaders of the SWT. Kya or Bumi should be the chief in canon, but Bryke just... Didn't do that for some reason. So fuck it, Sokka's daughter is chief now

Nothing really changes about Izumi, although I'd say she's a little friendlier. I contemplated giving Zuko more kids, but I actually think his decision not to have more kids was one of Bryke's better choices. It makes sense, so I didn't feel the need to change it

Other notes:

The Gaang teaching/helping raise baby Korra is something I live for

The Red Lotus is swiftly dealt with by Katara, Toph, Zuko, Suki, and Sokka when Korra is a kid. They never stood a chance. I was actually going to have Sokka still die during the attack in the SWT and Suki kill Zaheer in revenge, but eh I decided not to off Sokka

The Civil War still happens, but differently. I don't have the patience to go into that, just know that Katara is HEAVILY involved

Welp, that's everything in my brain

[wheneverfeasible]

So this is a little different but…I really wanted to write something from Tommy’s perspective so…here we go.

wc: 1.9k || T+ || cw: implied child abuse || tags: onesided stommy, post s4 (everyone lives except Vecna), eventual background steddie, gay Tommy Hagan, bi Steve Harrington

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Tommy loved Carol, he did. She was one of his best friends. He just…he wasn’t in love with her. Never had been. He tried to pretend, even to himself, that he didn’t know why. Tried to pretend like he didn’t know why he could never love her in the way she deserved to be loved.

Tried to pretend that the envy he felt every time his other best friend had his arms around another girl didn’t make him feel sick to his stomach.

It was manageable when Steve used his popularity to date girl after girl without actually going steady with them, but then he caught genuine feelings for Wheeler and Tommy could feel it; he was going to be left behind.

Did Wheeler know that the first time Steve ever received a black eye was from his own father? Did Wheeler know that Steve wanted to be a mermaid when he was a child because he loved swimming so much and he couldn’t hear his parents yelling from under the water?

Did Wheeler know that Steve can’t remember a single instance of his parents telling him they loved him?

Tommy knew. Tommy knew these things about Steve and so much more, like how Steve used to think cows were the size of large dogs, or that narwhals were just made up animals like unicorns and dragons.

Tommy knew Steve’s favorite pasta shape, knew his favorite candy bar, knew that Steve actually enjoyed waxing for swim meets even though he’d complain every time.

Tommy knew that Steve had been forced into piano lessons he didn’t like as a kid, until his father forbade it and forced him to focus on sports, and that sometimes Steve would miss playing, even if he himself didn’t realize it.

Tommy knew that Steve was better than all of them.

When Billy came around, Tommy’s anger and hurt at being left behind had him latching on to the Californian boy, but they weren’t friends. Not really. Billy reminded Tommy of Steve a lot, actually, but as if Steve had let the sharp edges of his father’s ire and expectations pierce him and cut away anything soft and sweet and kind.

Tommy never wanted the crown for himself, never wanted the popularity, or attention. No, Tommy only ever wanted Steve.

But Tommy lied to himself, over and over again. He refused to admit it, to accept it, to allow himself to acknowledge that sometimes his eyes or touch or smile would linger a little too long when he’d been with Steve.

Refused to look too deeply at why he felt relieved when Steve and Wheeler broke up, why he felt so heartbroken when Steve didn’t return to his side afterwards.

Why he would still, even after everything, have to remind himself not to call Steve when reruns of Star Trek came on, a guilty pleasure show they both secretly loved but would never talk about to anyone, not even Carol.

Tommy hadn’t even been aware he’d driven to Steve’s house when he heard about the mall fire.

He’d sat there though, in his car, staring at the vacant spot in the parking lot and refusing to admit to the terror clawing its way up his throat, or the way his palms were sweaty against the steering wheels, knuckles white in their grip that would for sure leave seam indents in his flesh.

Eventually, however, Steve’s familiar car made its way slowly home the next morning. Tommy had been ready to jump out from where he’d been all night, to rush to his friend and make certain he was okay, but then a girl stepped out of Steve’s passenger side that looked vaguely familiar.

She looked across at Steve with a wide grin, laughing at something Steve said, Steve whose face was the worst that Tommy had ever seen it. Even after Billy. Even after Byers. Even his father.

Steve looped his arm across her shoulders, pantomiming fainting, and even through his closed car windows, Tommy could hear her cackling laughter and the way she screeched out “Dingus!”

Tommy remembered then. He and Steve weren’t friends anymore.

He continued sitting for a while longer once the front doors of the place he’d spent so much time at closed behind the strange duo, leaving Tommy behind. Again.

And then the killings started up, and then the earthquakes. And then…

It’s a fairly common phenomenon that, when life-threatening tragedy strikes, you start thinking about all the things you wished were different. You start thinking about your regrets, your wishes, your hopes.

Tommy had seen Steve at the school afterwards, volunteering and helping out the community he probably never would have just a few years ago.

He saw the way he watched his former coworker, the way he’d interact with the kids he’d gained through his connection with Wheeler, watched the way Steve carried himself like he was injured yet never let anyone see anything else but a smile from him.

He also heard about how Steve stood up for the Freak, how he proclaimed his innocence, even before news broke about Victor Creel’s son actually being alive but institutionalized out of state all these years. About how he had returned to reenact his father’s crimes before being taken down permanently.

As things settled, so many people displaced after their homes or businesses were destroyed, as the town tried to heal, people started reevaluating what was inportant in their lives.

Some people left town entirely, others stayed but left their jobs, some even left their families, or started new ones. No one was immune against wanting to live their life to their fullest, wanting to be with their loved ones, wanted to make their lives matter now that they knew that it could end so suddenly.

And Tommy, gut clenched with ice, was one of them.

He was going to propose to Carol.

But his hands shook as he headed for Carol’s, the ice in his gut swirling into a storm, and without realizing it, Tommy was standing in front of the Harrington house instead. Steve had looked so surprised to see him, had hesitated only a moment before saying they should go to his room for privacy.

Steve’s mom glanced his way but otherwise didn’t seem concerned that he was there, like his absence in Steve’s life hadn’t even been noted. Did she even know he and Steve weren’t friends anymore?

They’d gone up to Steve’s room, which hardly looked different at all from the last time he’d been up there, still devoid of Steve’s personality. Steve had shut the door, and though his hands shook, he’d told Steve he was going to propose to Carol, how he had the ring already and how it was happening soon.

Steve had looked confused, like he didn’t know why Tommy was telling him this, and congratulated him.

It was what broke Tommy.

He yelled at Steve then, demanded to know why Steve wasn’t angry, why he didn’t protest everything because surely what they had had had been more than just friends. Tommy’s looks had lingered, but so had Steve’s. Sure, it wasn’t just on Tommy, but…

But Tommy had seen it. He’d known there was something there. Knew the friendship between him and Steve could have been so much more.

Knew that the reason he couldn’t love Carol was because he was in love with Steve. That he always had been.

Tommy was angry, and hurt, and it couldn’t have been one-sided this entire time, it couldn’t. He refused. He had to make Steve see.

So he kissed him.

And Steve kissed back.

He’d pulled Steve against him by his lapels and kissed him hard and angry and it took a moment for Steve to respond, but he did. Tommy walked him back towards his bed, pushed Steve onto his, following closely barely without breaking the kiss.

Steve groaned beneath him, Tommy’s hands moving under his shirt as pressed against him in all the ways he’d wanted to for years, and he would prove to Steve that this is what they were always meant to be.

And then Steve’s mom entered the room.

The thing was, Tommy wanted this with Steve. He loved Steve, wanted Steve to love him, but…deep down he knew that Steve did not. Knew that Steve was touch starved, love starved, but maybe they could make this work.

Except. Staring in horror at Steve’s mom, at the disgust on her face, every single one of Tommy’s fantasies fell apart because, at the end of the day, he wasn’t strong enough.

He was always the follower, never the leader. He had raised Steve up to be king, had then later done the same to Billy, but never did he want that crown himself. He never wanted to be the one leading the charge. He would follow, would hide in the shadows of those stronger than him, but he was a coward.

He was a coward now too.

Without so much as another look at Steve, Tommy fled. He pushed past Steve’s mom, ignored the sound of her yelling, ignored what could only be the sound of a slap echoing from Steve’s room as he flew down the stairs and out the door.

He went to Carol’s the very next day and proposed.

He didn’t hear about what happened to Steve after his father got home, didn’t see Steve for a while even. He was caught up in wedding preparations and refused to think about that night. He couldn’t.

He was too much of a coward to be with the one person he truly loved because then he would have to accept the fact that he never actually liked Carol, not in that way. He never liked any girl that way.

Thoughts like that though? In a town like Hawkins? It would kill you. Tommy would lose everything and everyone and he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.

So he pretended Carol was the love of his life, he made love to her, kissed her, held her. He made himself forget the taste of Steve’s lips against his, the touch of his chest hair through his fingers, the sounds Steve made…

Eventually, he hears the rumors. Carol tells him, actually. Steve is living at the new Munson trailer.

She laughs at that, scoffs at their former friend, but Tommy wonders how long he lived there. Wonders if it was that same night, or after.

When Tommy finally sees Steve again, after returning from his honeymoon with Carol, he sees it all.

Tommy knew what Steve looked like when he was truly happy. More than that, after Wheeler, Tommy knew what Steve looked like when he was in love.

The look in Steve’s eyes, the flush in his skin, the smile on his face, and even the way he held himself as he grinned at something Munson said as they hung on to each other exiting the diner…

Steve never looked his way. Never saw him. His eyes and focus were only for the other boy who had, somehow, made Steve the happiest Tommy had ever seen him. And there, uncaring who might see, Steve slid his palm against Munson’s and laced their fingers together as they walked down the sidewalk towards their future.

Happy. In love. Proud and brave.

Everything that Tommy wasn’t.

Everything that, now, Tommy could never be.

~

Fun fact: This is actually Tommy’s POV of a Steddie roleplay I have going on with Deryth (hi buddy!) about events that take place prior to the main plot, and then on to past where we’re currently at, so creative licenses abound here lmao

It’s also not exactly Steddie focused in this post but it is Steddie adjacent, so I’m gonna go ahead and tag my

Hostage Hotties:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

@everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes

[igotanidea]

Icarus: Jason Todd x reader

A/N: been a while since the last angst,right? ;)

***

When he came back to the apartment, seeing her fully awake, eyes puffy, red and almost closing sitting in front of the computer and cursing her coworker, he didn't think the night would end up like this.

This, being her patching him up.

And ending up in bed together.

Not to sleep of course.

But the way her fingers danced on his bare, freshly patched and sensitive skin, the way her body got so responsive to all his kisses and licks, the way his name rolled of her tongue in that breathy moan.

"Do you want me...? Tell me..." she begged in a pathetic need to confirm he felt the same for her. That she wasn't just his roomate/ friend-ish, who happened to be around in his moment of vulnerability turning into horniness. That she wasn't just being used as a fleshlight.

"I want you. Fuck, I want you." Jason groaned, intensifing his movements wanting to make her scream, to fullfll that desire and lust flooding his brain. To have her nails rake down his back in some sort of masochistic tendency. He was used to pain. It was familiar.

And he got what he wanted, breaking her for good, her moans and cries of pleasure filling his ears and making him twitch inside her, his eyes falling closed from the intensity of the release.

"I love you...." he whispered.

For a moment he was a king of the world. Flying close to the sun and basking in its warmth.

And then fell back to Earth like a mythological Icarus, realising that he lost control.

Took her to bed.

Said some words he didn't mean.

Lied to her.

The only person who stood by him despite all the bullshit, violence, emotional break-downs.

The only person who actually cared.

And it made him freeze. Then roll off her. And lay on the side, his back to her.

Neglecting all the cuddles and kisses and aftercare she deserved and needed after the rough session he just put her through.

"Jason? " her confused voice echoed in his head. This was too much. He didn't want this. Didn't mean it. Didn't need it. "Baby?" Y/N put a hand on his shoulder in what seemed a comforting gesture. And it made him furious.

"Don't call me that!" he hissed rolling to face her with daggers in his eyes, grabbing her wrist in a iron grip "I'm not your baby!"

"I'm sorry!" she squealed in fear "I'm sorry, but you said-- I thought--"

"Then you though wrong! You get some stupid idea in your head?! A little scenario of me and you being happy toghether!?"

"I didn't --"

"Well you'd better get it out now! Cause this? us?" he almost spit that word "is not happening."

"But you said--" she was now sobbing, unsure of how they got into this screaming and crying.

"Just shut up! Shut up, don't say another word!" he yelled

Poor Jason.

He didn't mean to be violent. Never to her. Never.

But the anger issues mixed with guilt got the best of him. And once he started it was impossible to stop. Even though he hated himself for every word. For every action. For every flash of pain, sadness, confusion and rejection reflected in her vulnerable eyes.

And then it was gone. He got it all out.

And instead of screams the room was filled with silence.

"I should go." she said with shaking voice, wiping her tears away

"No, wait, Y/N, I--"

"No, you were right." her shirt and jeans were finding way back to her body as she hid herself from him and the embarassment that started to creep in. "I got too carried away in my fantasy--"

"you know I'm not the relationship kind of man. Never was."

"You said you wanted me... Why? Was it just the heat of the moment? Cause it's not a game to me. "

"I didn't want to be alone..." he whispered,

"Right." she scoffed "Meanwhile, I was the stupid girl who fell for you. Getting used like a sillly teenager. One and done."

"Y/N...."

He refused to admit and show that her unexpected confession got him spinning and his heart beating faster. She fell for him. She loved him. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. He lo--

NO! FUCK! HELL NO!

He just destroyed both their friendship and any potential chance of being toghther.

Which he obviously didn't care about.

And was just about to loose her for good, cause she wasn;t going to take any more of his shit. Not after being treated like a one night stand. It was impossible for her to go back to what was before and act casual.

Which he obviously didn't care about either.

"Don;t go..." Jason hated how that sound like a desperate begging. He was never pleading. NEVER.

And that tightening grip on her meant absolutely nothing. Not like he refused to let go or something.

She could go if that was what she wanted.

Clear way.

That grip was not, in any way, a method to prevent the inevitable repercussions of what was coming for them him.

Almost as if he believed that the scraps of affection and attention could make up for both his selfishness and the fuck up that was his fault.

No one else's.

His.

"We can't be friends anymore, can we?" he whispered into space.

"No. No we can't." But you also don't want to be with me..." she sobbed and he couldn't fake it, as much as he wanted to. She didn't deserve to be treated likem this, deceived and lied to.

And he shook his head, raising to the top of his honesty with her.

"We know what we have to do, Jason..."

Yes. They both knew.

Before she could get up and get out of his life, he leaned forward captuing her lips in his. For the last time.

So good. Having those sweet, warm lips that he felt so many times before move against his. So good remembering feeling them on his neck, chest, abs and lower....

One last memory....

Don't go.

"Goodbye Jason..."

It was over.

[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 28- Praise/Degradation

Tonowari x Fem Human Reader x Ronal

Warnings ⚠️: Fingering! P in V, Masturbation, Praise AND Degradation

I knew I wanted to write this as a poly fic between sweet cinnamon roll Tonowari and hot amazonian warrior Ronal and I hope you guys enjoy it!

As always English words will be stricken through

Translation Station

Yawntu: loved one

Tsahìk: matriarch, high priestess, interpreter

Tìyawn: love

Tewng: Loincloth

Paskalin: Honey

Tawtute: Sky Person (human)

Word Count: 1.7K (I’m not proud of this either 😔)

“Look at how well she takes my fingers, Ronal.” Tonowari speaks over toward his wife with a wide smile, puffing his chest out proudly. It took a lot of fingering from Ronal to even get used to a singular one of Tonowari’s digits, countless orgasms used to spread me perfectly for them, but it was worth every tear.

Ronal had been very busy throughout the day with her duties and it’s left me unable to have had time to speak with her. Her face was emotionless, as usual, but I could tell how pleased she had been to have walked in this situation. With a shift of Tonowari’s fingers I moan and attempt to get him to repeat the action.

“Such a good girl you are.” He praises with the gentle rumble of his voice snapping me back to him, but I couldn’t help myself toward finding Ronal’s eyes again.

“All it takes is a couple fingers to get you this worked up? Pathetic, yawntu.” The teal woman scoffs and I feel myself clenching around her husbands fingers, a whine falling from my lips.

“Yes~” Was the only word I could barely say while being placed in this situation. And even with how breathless I sounded it came out as a whisper, I bit my lip to focus on something- anything- else but found myself looking back up at the Tsahìk with pleading eyes.

“I have trained you better.” She stated with a hint of disapproval as she sets whatever thing that had been in her hands down on the floor.

“Let her feel pleasure tonight, tìyawn, she deserves it for having done well today.” He rebuts against her statement, we’d had a hefty make out session and he kissed all over my body before finally taking my tewng off and allowing his fingers to enter, he’s pumped a handful of times -each thrust as slow and powerful as the last- before Ronal had stepped in.

I knew my appearance wasn’t the best at the moment. My lips were probably swollen from attempting to keep up with Tonowari’s, my hair was unkempt as I’d thrown my head back and thrashed it about several times, my legs were already spread wide as he thrusts in again, making my back arch slightly. I whine again and my lip falls from between my teeth with a choked moan following behind as he grazes his thick fingers on my spongey spot. A hot breath leaves my lips while my hands itched to touch something, leaping off the marui floor to grasp onto his arm pleadingly.

A light smack to my thigh caused my hands to retract from his arm, an involuntary jerk of my hips making his finger rub against that same spot inside, another moan following right after, muttering a whiny apology toward the teal woman who’d knelt down on my side.

“Must I tell you to keep your hands to yourself, you can’t even follow the simplest of instructions, can’t you?” She wasn’t looking for an answer and I found myself shaking my head either way, feeling the fingers in my cunt slide out before being slammed in again.

“You look beautiful taking my fingers paskalin.” He comments, the delicate thrusts of his fingers were always welcomed, his fluid movements never failed to bring me close to the edge and I felt myself throw my head back at his compliments, just ready to tip over.

“Do not come.” I could feel a shiver rip me from my concentration, the need to come stopping at that moment as I attempted to focus on something other than the speed of his fingers caressing my walls deliciously.

“Please!” I whine pathetically, had it just been myself and Tonowari, he would have let me come. He was always too good to me, allowing me to have whatever I wanted, going out of his way to always assure I was comfortable. But Ronal was the opposite, she always purposely brought me close to the edge just to watch me suffer, sweet words didn’t exist in her vocabulary, and she was very dominant. She’d even made me watch her husband fuck her as she ate me out, but told me I wasn’t allowed to come, all because she’d caught me fingering myself when I was told not to.

“Slip out, it’s my turn.” The warm and comforting thick fingers that once inhabited my pussy had been removed, the cool night air making me whine, missing the feeling of having been stuffed full of his fingers and feeling her’s being shoved in roughly.

“N-no-“ I gasp as I feel her thrust in and slide against the same spot her husband had hit, electricity quite literally surging through my body, back arching off the marui, hips slightly pushing against her fingers.

“Is this all it takes for you to need to come, yawntu, a makeout session and a hint of getting fingered and you’re already so dreadfully close?” She asks as her other hand cradles my neck, effectively lifting my head up close to hers, my eyes pleading at Tonowari before feeling her fingers push at my neck, eyes meeting hers again.

“He won’t be able to help you and you know that.” She hisses playfully, the hand currently stuffed in my pussy being thrust back in, my eyes immediately rolling in the back of my head, my legs spreading more to allow her easier access.

A small laugh registers in my head, knowing it was hers as she watched me, wriggling her fingers inside. I suck in a breath as I attempt to open my eyes, never knowing the pleasure she’d been giving me would make them feel too heavy to open, half lidded eyes meeting the most beautiful sea-foam green staring back at me.

“Please mistress, lemme come-“ I mutter in English, having forgotten everything I’d learned in her native tongue, seeing her disapproval flash through, her smile turning into a frown.

“I do not understand your stupid demon tongue.” She lies as her fingers come to a stop.

“N-no, please, I’m sorry-“ I mumble in Na’Vi as my eyes widened, she was known for having stopped our play time for mistakes like these, I’d been edged for the last three days and couldn’t handle another.

“That’s better.” Her fingers start thrusting in again and I instantly shut my eyes to take it all in, sighing contently as her other hand supports my neck, allowing my head to fall back.

“Rub faster, my love.” She speaks again, I lift my head up and notice Tonowari had taken his cock out and had been pleasuring his own shaft as his wife fingered my sopping pussy, a broken moan leaves my lips at the sight of his face twisting in concentration to not come on the spot.

“Do you think you could take his big throbbing cock, tawtute?” She’s quick to ask as she focuses on my cunt, deciding to finally rub her thumb across my hardened bud, a sharp cry coming from me and a moan from her husband.

“Y-yes mistress, I can.” I nod as I speak unsure of which language I had spoken in, seeing her smile once more, I’d probably spoken in theirs.

“Settle inside her, my love.” She speaks as her fingers slow on their thrusts, slipping out with an obscene squelching sound coming from it, the tightness in my abdomen disappearing along with her fingers.

Tonowari wastes no time in settling between my legs, cock head already pushing into my entrance, it had been a long time since I’d felt the stretch of him bully his way inside my cunt. But I had moaned at the sight of Ronal sniffing her fingers and licking my slick off of them, settling herself down, legs spread, and using that same hand to insert her fingers into her own cunt.

“Fuck!” I gasp just as the head of his cock ghosts over my cervix, looking down and seeing the bump of where his cock was, biting my lip and growing curious, placing my hand to trace the shape.

“Press down on it.” Ronal states and before I could register why she had asked me to do so, I find my hand pressing firmly on my lower belly, feeling pleasure shoot up my spine as I did, hearing the teal giant before me letting out a primal moan, fangs bared as he stares at my hand pushing down my stomach.

“I want to fill that pretty pussy with my seed, stuff you so full you come from the pressure alone, just so I can stare at your enraptured face knowing I’m the reason behind it.” Tonowari rumbles in my ear and I feel myself squeeze onto his cock, moaning at the sensation and hearing him growl.

“Such a selfish thing, being stuffed full of my husbands cock, ruined for anyone else who’d want to touch her, hmm?” Ronal’s voice cuts in and again I can feel myself squeezing onto Tonowari, wondering how much more of this any of us can take.

I turn to Ronal, having sworn she’d said something under her breath, facing her in time to see her biting her own lip as she speeds up her thrusts, her other hand coming over to rub furiously on her clit. Both of them concentrating so hard on the pleasure, my chest heaves at the pace Tonowari had been setting but I could feel the coil in my belly just about to snap, turning to look back down to where we were joined, my one hand still pushing against my lower belly and watching his cock pop back up.

“Is that what you want?” I’m sure I had the best fucked-out expression on my face as I look up to the man above me with a stupid smile spreading on my face, I don’t even know what he’d said before hand, he was speaking to me now and I couldn’t even comprehend it, Na’Vi sounding like a distinct memory of a language I used to speak.

“Come.” He commands in English, feeling my eyes finally shut tightly as he pumps me full of his hot sticky semen, ensuring to rub the head of his cock against my spongey spot and feeling my vision going white as I finally come all over him. Hearing the slightest whines coming from Ronal’s own mouth as she comes with us.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Little Girl Gone Mob Boss AU Headcanons

A/N: Alright my brain woke up feral this morning with a bunch of head canons for my new series that I've been working on so here you go the fruit of my labor. Also there are mentions of t*row up, mentions of killing, and actual depictions of killing so please read at your own caution. 18+ HC are marked as such

Minors/men DNI

SFW

-Y/N buying Wanda all the pretty rings and necklaces because you love seeing her wear them

-Wanda shows you pictures from high school when she was emo which is something you hadn't expected from the suburban mom

-After you learn this information you slowly add things to her wardrobe such as black skirts like she used to wear and band shirts and fishnetting

-The first time you see her in a little black pleated skirt you go feral. Luckily the boys are at school and you take her right on the kitchen counter

-She decides to wear skirts more often after that. Usually when she wants something.

-You slowly teach the boys how to fight, but don't introduce them to anything dangerous. Not until they're much much older.

-Wanda also eventually gets in on the self defense lessons

-Wanda and you go out regularly for date nights and taking the boys out trying to keep your lives as normal as possible

-When you propose to Wanda it’s at a fancy restaurant where you guys have a private room

-She says yes (of course) and you couldn’t be happier

-You guys decide to have your wedding in Sokovia and do a traditional Sokovian wedding

-When you guys have your first dance you include the boys where you start the dance together then you dance with Billy and her with Tommy and then you two switch off.

-You guys end up having a baby girl after getting married

-At this point the boys would be old enough that you offer the choice to them of joining and both do say yes, but Billy focuses on the business side of things and asks to go to college for business. He ends up double majoring in Business and law.

-Tommy also goes for a business degree, but ends up switching to go into nursing and becomes a Trauma Certified Registered Nurse to be able to deal with injuries that happen in the family business.

NSFW 🔞 

-Both you and Wanda are switches

-the first time you two try and do things and she calls herself ‘Mommy’ it sends you into a PTSD panic attack because of Natasha calling herself Daddy.

-Wanda soothes you back down and is such a soft Dom the whole time and everytime until you ask for more.

- “M-Mommy please r-rougher,” your lips parted, tongue out as you try to roll your hips on her strap. She's edged you for hours into a blissed out state.

- “Whatever my princess wants she'll get.” She grabs your hips with a bruising force as she sinks deeper and moves her hips roughly until you're screaming and crying and begging Mommy to let you cum

- “You've been such a good girl. Go on cum for Mommy baby. You deserve it for being such a good girl.” 

-The first time you were on top you weren't sure because you had never done it, but you wanted to try it. 

-You realized how good it felt but struggled with what you wanted Wanda to call you. Mistress, Master, Sir, Ma'am, King, Queen, Goddess, Owner, Handler, Boss, Captain. You two felt like you went through everything until one night Wanda tentatively brought it up,

- “I know how you feel about it, but maybe…we could try Daddy?” Her words throw you through a loop. “I think it could be helpful even. You'd be such a better Daddy than her.” Wanda puts a reassuring hand on your thigh. “You'd be the best.”

-It's her words of encouragement that make you give it a try because she just sounds so soft and genuine.

-You have Wanda beneath you, a pretty collar and leash on her as you slowly sink inside of her with the cum filled strap the two of you recently purchased. 

-Once your hips start moving, slow at first, you're hitting that spot that she loves and she just moans out, “Right there Daddy! Please Daddy harder!” And you go absolutely feral as you pump harder and rougher, pulling on her leash as you do so, both of you having a rather quick build up, “Gonna breed you baby. Gonna have my babies inside of you. You're gonna give me a set of twins right?” Wanda is so blissed out that all she can manage is, “Yesh Daddy m'gon cum!”

-During the aftercare Wanda assures you of how much she loved it. She could see how worried you were over becoming more like Natasha, but her words soothed you.

-As you two were cuddling up, watching TV afterwards she spoke up, “Would you actually want another set of twins?” You shrug, “if it happened I wouldn't be upset, but I'd love to even just make one mini us.” You tell her wholeheartedly which brings tears to her eyes. “I love you Wands. I wanna spend forever with you. I know this lifestyle isn't ideal for a family, but-” she cuts you off with a bruising kiss as she crawls into your lap. “I love you too Y/N/N. We'll make it work. I fell in love with this, with you so we'll make it work.”

NSFW Mob life HC

-You still take care of business mostly at home.

-The basement is off limits to the boys and is under several locks along with a fingerprint scanner and a pass code only you, Carol, and Maya know. 

-One day Wanda comes with you to the basement even though you've told her a million and one times that she doesn't have to be involved in the business she insists. 

-She watches a side of you she's never seen before. The side that Natasha created. It's almost as if she's watching Natasha pull strings on you.

-You torture someone for hours before getting the information from them. You grab your gun and look at Wanda, eyes cold as she trembles.

- “You can look away darling.” You tell her, but she doesn't, eyes fixed on you as the man begs and pleads for his own life, but he made the mistake of being on the wrong side of things, on Natasha’s side. 

- “If I let you go Natasha will pick up where I left off. Slowly torturing you until you die a slow and painful death. This is mercy.” You tell him and fire your gun right between his eyes. Blood and brain splatter everywhere. Especially on you.

- “Carol, clean this mess up and show Kamala how it’s done. She needs to learn. I need a shower and I need this all done and out of the house before the boys get home. I'm gonna send Maya out with America to check up on the info we were given.” 

-You turn your attention to Wanda holding out a hand to her, “Come on darling. Shower.” There was some blood on her and you helped her upstairs. Wanda didn't talk the whole time until you were drying her hair on the bed. “How do you do that?” She whispers and you barely catch it.

- “When Natasha trained me. I actually threw up a lot. It disgusted me to my core. I had a hard time handling it, but everytime I did something right she'd praise me. Reward me. The last time I killed for her she praised me because I only threw up after I killed the man. Now I'm…it's like I'm not me. I dissociate from it in the moment.” 

-Wanda turns towards you, crawling into your lap, nuzzling against your neck and letting her hands get under your shirt and onto your back for more skin contact. “Thank you for taking care of us. I always appreciated it before, from the moment you saved us, but now after seeing what you do…I can appreciate it even more.”

-After much back and forth Wanda wants to help out. At first you have her work in your office at the computer on record keeping, but she says she wants to get out of the house so you allow her on safe calls. Mainly to get money from people along with Kamala. 

-You never let her go into dangerous situations. 

-You always make sure Maya tails the two girls when they go out especially when Wanda first starts, but you see that Wanda is able to handle her own.

-One time Wanda comes home trying to hide all the cuts, scraps, and bruises after fighting with someone over their rent.

-You freak out when you see it and after cleaning her all up the two of you go back out and you take care of him in front of Wanda. Showing her how to overpower someone bigger.

-You keep the man on edge making him constantly think that he’s going to die until he’s begging for his life and has pissed himself.

-There comes a breaking point between you and Natasha which leads to an all out war between your two mobs

-After a lot of loss on both sides Natasha and you go at each other which ends up with her losing her life when she can’t just accept how things are now.

-Though Yelena wants to kill you over this Kate convinces her not to

-You and Clint come to an agreement of a truce. Which ends the decade long fight at this point

- “I didn’t want it to end this way.” Tears streamed down your face as your knees crashed to the hard ground beside Natasha’s body. “You were terrible to me. Treated me like I was nothing and yet I still wanted to see you change. To be better!” Wanda holds you as you cry and shake in her arms not realizing all the emotional turmoil that you felt towards Natasha even after all these years.

[sccpmccabe]

ᅟᅟᅟ tolerate it | alessia russo x brazilian!reader, duda sampaio x brazilian!reader

Summary: Everyone goes through bad times in life, but some attitudes can end in mistakes and sometimes there is no way back.

[AN: I'm working on some requests but I couldn't stop thinking about this plot, so here it is! This will be a mini series with two other chapters, hope you like it <3]

ᅟ The last few months have been hell for Alessia. The first blow was the crisis that their secret relationship was facing.

ᅟ During the World Cup you, the English striker's girlfriend, were feeling very overwhelmed, after all, that would be the first time that you would play in that tournament for your national team. As if that wasn't already a huge weight on her shoulders, every day her coach made a point of repeating the same words to the team.

ᅟ “Are you really going to allow the queen of football to retire without a world title with the national team? I don't care if you're young, old or what, you need to give everything for her. Marta deserves this and I will not allow you to ruin this experience for her.”

ᅟ Pia Sundhage was an admirable and successful woman, but she definitely crossed some limits and the most serious thing was almost completely taking away the identity of the Brazilian team. It wasn't news to anyone that Brazil was known for its beautiful, passionate style of play, full of tricks and skills, but since the woman arrived as coach shortly after being eliminated in the 2019 World Cup, things have changed drastically.

ᅟ Despite being a young player, you already had your fair share of experiences at an international level as you left the club that formed you very young and followed Geyse, your colleague and best friend, out of Brazil. A few years passed and while the other girl shone in Spanish lands playing for Barcelona, you enjoyed the contrasting experience of living in London and playing for the red team in the north of the city.

ᅟ It was during one of Arsenal's games against United that you met Alessia and it's safe to say that from the first moment you found yourself in love with the girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. To your surprise, she also ended up really liking you and at the end of that match you exchanged t-shirts and a small note came with hers and contained your phone number and an invitation to dinner.

ᅟ The rest was history, and a story worthy of romance books, by the way, but little by little the whole situation began to fall apart and you seemed to be the only one interested in putting together and pasting all the pieces of your love. While you fought for her, Alessia didn't even recognize any gesture and just worried about her own life and career. She kept it a secret and made a point of hiding it in a trunk under lock and key. Not even your family and closest friends knew that you were a couple and that hurt, a lot.

ᅟ You begged the blonde for help not once, much less twice or three times but she just ignored your messages and calls with the excuse of being too busy preparing for the competition, which wasn't completely a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. While all this was happening and your condition was only getting worse, your teammates noticed how miserable you looked, but they couldn't understand why. It was only when Luana ran after you after a training session that they began to understand what you were going through and despite the help that the midfielder and all the other girls provided you, you never managed to fully recover as a huge part of your problems was your secret relationship.

ᅟ The trigger came at the final whistle in the game against Jamaica, making his biggest fear come true. Brazil was out of the World Cup in the group stage and your heart, which already had some cracks in it, broke in half once and for all. Your eyes roamed the stands hoping to find Alessia somewhere since she had promised she would be there for you, but your search for her was in vain. Without even realizing how it happened, you found yourself kneeling on the field with your face in the grass in front of Marta's boots, who was trying to comfort you while you cried profusely. All the cameras were on you and the Queen of football, knowing how sad and meaningful that image was.

ᅟ Tears were still flowing from your eyes like a waterfall when you felt a weight on your back and two strong arms pressed against your fragile body. All the other players, both Brazilian and Jamaican, gathered around you forming a large circle and sympathizing with the difficult time you were going through. It took some time, but you finally recovered enough to lift your head off the ground and face the older woman in front of you who was looking at you with teary eyes and you were about to break down again when Duda's low voice reached your ears and you body turned to face the girl who held you in her arms so carefully.

ᅟ Just like you, Duda was also part of the new generation of players, she currently played for the best team in the country, the same one that had revealed you to the world a few years ago. You had many things in common, but for some reason she seemed to avoid your presence, always choosing not to stay by your side for long and looking away from your direction. At first you thought she didn't like you, but Luana and some other colleagues assured you that it was just her shyness speaking louder, however, despite all that, she was the one by your side at that moment, looking at you with so much affection that your breath caught for a few moments. The brunette offered you a welcoming smile before extending her hand for you to hold and get up, but noticed how your legs shook when trying to do so and decided to take the action of picking you up and carrying you to the changing room.

ᅟ The more time passed, the harder it was to face reality. Little by little, the devastating sadness gave way to anger, and from anger, to revolt. The local atmosphere was hostile and heavy, each player was dealing with it in a different way, but they all had some thoughts in common, you could have done more, you should have done more. Even in the midst of that chaos, all the players' phones were exploding with messages and calls from family, friends and even players from other national teams who showed solidarity in that difficult time. Despite that, it took almost an entire day for Alessia to contact you and when she did, God, it was disastrous.

ᅟ It took some time, but you managed to convince the blonde to meet you in person in the hotel room where your team was staying.

ᅟ "What do you want from me? I have more important things to do than talk to you.” She said as soon as she reached her room, taking off the hood and glasses she wore as a disguise. Her words affected you more than you wanted to admit and after closing the door and making sure no one had seen the blonde enter your room, you walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. At that moment it became clear that you should get straight to the point with her, knowing that trying to stall would only make things worse.

ᅟ “Good night to you too, Alessia.” Your voice carried a certain irony and the coldness with which you treated her was unusual. “Since you are a very busy woman, I will get straight to the point. I can no longer stand the way you are treating me and I can't maintain our relationship if you continue like this. I know you're avoiding me and I can't understand why. We’ve always been open with each other and you’ve just signed for Arsenal, which I think should only improve our relationship, but you’re more distant than ever.”

ᅟ The striker seemed surprised by your words since you never liked conflicts or more serious conversations like this, and, despite knowing that you were right, she couldn't help but mock you, maintaining an air of superiority while crossing her arms over the chest.

ᅟ “How many times do I have to tell you that I need to focus on my career and the World Cup, hmm? I thought that by this point in the championship this would have become very clear.” You even tried to interrupt her to better explain your point of view, but she didn't even give a chance. “No, you already had your turn to speak, now it’s mine. And, what do you know, you're right, I really am avoiding you because I can't deal with your neediness anymore. Lately you've been so unbearable that I don't even feel like having a conversation with you. I’m a world-class striker, I don’t have time to deal with your bullshit and your problems.” God, how her words hurt. It was hard to believe that the girl in front of you who was putting on such a narcissistic show was the same one you had fallen in love with and loved madly.

ᅟ “Oh, now I understand. So what you want to tell me is that I have to be emotionally available to you in your worst moments just like I was when the United fans turned on you but you can't return the favor because you are a world class striker?” The temperature of that conversation was increasing quickly, as was your voice, which certainly caught the attention of your friends in the next rooms. “How selfish you are, Alessia. I can't believe you mean all this, what happened to you? When did you become so stupid and snobbish? Did winning the Euros get to your head that much? Because a fucking title doesn’t give you the right to treat me like I’m nothing or nobody.”

ᅟ “If by being a snob you mean I'm a realist, then yes, I'm a complete snob. Don't you notice the difference between us? I was instrumental in winning the Euros while you weren't even able to help your team get past the group stage of the World Cup. And don’t be fooled into thinking that I signed for Arsenal because of you and our relationship, I did it because it was best for my career and because your team needs a real player like me.” The tone of voice Alessia used was completely humiliating and the cruelty of her words was so much that it left you speechless. Your girlfriend knew how insecure you were feeling about this tournament and in addition to not helping you with that, she made sure to destroy you once and for all. The woman you loved did this to you, and you couldn't believe it.

ᅟ The expression on your face was one of pure pain and betrayal, your throat was dry and you didn't even know what to say while the blonde was still in front of you watching you with that air of superiority, but when you got up from the bed she was scared. Your body language screamed wrath and your eyes shone from the tears you refused to let go. It was at that moment that Alessia realized everything she had done to you and how much her attitude affected you. She felt like she had been punched in the stomach and the worst person in the world, but now it was too late.

ᅟ "We are over." Your sentence was said indifferently, as if you and the striker didn't have a history. “Get out of here. I don't want to see you ever again” It was obvious that you were containing your emotions, and, in order not to have to deal with them, you walked to the door of your room, coming face to face with Lelê, Geyse, Duda and Luana in the hallway. They had heard everything and were about to invade the room. You looked at them with panic, not knowing how much they had heard, but Alessia was still standing in the middle of the room, shocked by her own actions. “I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.” Your scream was powerful and disturbing like a thunderclap and broke the British woman out of the trance she was in.

ᅟ She had never seen you like that. At the same time that you looked so fragile her body was filled with anger and she knew it was better to do what you said. She left the room slowly, startled by the presence of her teammates who were already there and noticing the arrival of others. Despite this, she had the audacity to try to approach you and say something, but Letícia, Luana and Geyse took a step forward while Duda pulled you away from it. The attacker seemed to want to insist on that, but the goalkeeper blocked her path. Letícia and Alessia were the same height, but the brunette's physical condition made her more threatening and firm like a brick wall. Fortunately her presence was enough for the lioness to give up on her plan and leave in a hurry, like a coward.

ᅟ Only when her silhouette disappeared behind the elevator doors did you allow yourself to give in, running back to the bedroom and, later, to the bathroom, where you barely had time to lift the toilet lid before throwing up. A few seconds later you smelled Duda's perfume around you and her hand on your back, trying to comfort you just like she had done a few days ago. You had no idea what her level of English was and how much she had heard and understood of the conversation, but regardless, she was there, by your side, again.

ᅟ You could hear Luana's voice, imagining that she must be explaining the whole situation to the other girls who arrived after the commotion in the hallway and as you thought about how horrible that situation was, you realized that in a short time you and your ex-girlfriend would play together on the same team. Suddenly the nausea was back and you felt everything spinning around you. Little by little you got better and finally came out of the bathroom, seeing all your teammates crammed into the room and ready to welcome you into their arms.

ᅟ It took a few hours and a lot of explanation on your part, but eventually everyone understood the situation and shared the same anger as you. They were all worried about what would happen in the future since you two are Arsenal players and would see each other every day in a matter of a few weeks, and that worried you too, but it was after a few minutes in silence that Tamires made a suggestion that made your eyes shine.

ᅟ Soon you, the blonde and Duda were in front of the door of Cris Gambaré's room, the director of women's football at Corinthians who was helping the Brazilian coaching staff. When she finally answered, the three of you smiled slightly and the woman took a deep breath, knowing that she had a problem to solve.

BREAKING NEWS: Arsenal midfield star Y/F/N will go on loan to Corinthians, the club that revealed her to the world. The team was surprised by the request, but accepted after some insistence from the player. She must leave for Brazil immediately and will return to Arsenal as soon as the South American season comes to an end in December.

[fuctacles]

@genderthings Robin's Gender Week Day 2, prompt: "safe" with a hint of "he/him lesbians" | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

T | 1570 | (G)Queer/Masc/GNC Robin | poor boundaries Stobin, pining or background: Steddie, Buckingham, Argyle/Jon/Nancy | 90s/00s AU (they're baby queers), STP packers, spicy seven, kayaking with friends

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It's a fun little getaway, planned after looking through dozens of local guides, until they found the nearest kayaking place. At this point, nobody is sure whose idea it was, but after his third time in the water, Eddie is ready to blame anyone. 

"Never again is Steve picking a destination. Ever!" he yells, flipping wet hair out of his face as he scouts for the nearest clearing of the river bank. If he tries climbing on the kayak again, he risks dunking Chrissy as well. And frankly, his arms are tired.

"It was actually Chrissy's idea," Steve points out, calmly floating by in his boat. Robin, sitting in front of him, hums thoughtfully. 

"Not Nancy's?"

"I'm pretty sure it was Steve's," Chrissy, Eddie's last friend, sides with him.

"Whatever. Do you guys see any place where I can climb out?" 

The Robin-and-Steve team dips their oars in the water, pushing ahead, while Chrissy slowly drifts with the current, and Eddie hands limply off the side of her kayak. 

"There's a camping place, come on!"

Eddie groans with relief when he hears Steve's voice.

"Finally!" He channels all the leftover strength in his muscles to push himself forward and swim to the makeshift dock. He hopes at least half of their group is tired enough to vote they take a longer break, maybe even take camp for the night. Surely his wet clothes deserve some pity. 

The only plus of being in the water is not balancing on the wobbly vessel of a boat and trying to step on the dock. Eddie watches as Steve exits first with barely any grace and then helps Robin and Chrissy. When the girls are securing their kayaks to the pier, he helps Eddie climb on the dock as well.

"Thanks, man," he sighs, collapsing onto the old boards. "As much as I hate the Sun, I surely appreciate it right now," he grumbles, closing his eyes. He can feel his wet clothes steaming in the summer heat. 

He yelps when something hits his face 

"Dry yourself off, dude," Steve says. 

He tentatively opens one eye, shielding his face with what turns out to be a towel. Not his, though, Harrington's. But he doesn't dare question it.

"Uh, thanks."

They flag down Nancy, Argyle and Jonathan, who are lagging behind while Jon takes nature shots, and together they agree it's time for a break. Eddie undresses happily, to leave his wet clothes in the sun, and wraps Steve's fluffy towel around himself.

"I gotta pee," Robin announces to the public, and Eddie's head snaps up to meet Chrissy's startled gaze. 

Girls pee together, right? He tries to telepathically tell her to take the chance and offer her services, whatever they might be. Eddie isn't that well versed in female rituals and even less in girl-on-girl courtship.

"You coming?" 

Chrissy almost opens her mouth to answer, but as she and Eddie look at Robin, they find her looking at someone else. 

"You still need help?" Steve bitches back at her, but drops the bag he's been going through. 

"Maybe," she answers half defensively, crossing her arms. 

"Fine." Steve shrugs, following her towards the dilapidated toilets in the far end of the clearing.

Seeing those, Eddie thanks the gods for being born with a dick. He can just find a secluded, clean bush later. 

"Well, I guess that makes sense," Chrissy murmurs as the two best friends walk away to pee in tandem. Eddie has to agree—even a bathroom door couldn't stop these two from bitching about their current job or a failed date, apparently.

He's focusing on detangling his drying hair with the brush Chrissy hands him, when he hears a loud lough that makes him look up. Just as expected, he can see his friends continuously talking while peeing by the line of tall weeds behind the toilets. 

It doesn't register at first, but eventually, he does a double take.

"Do you see what I'm seeing?" he asks without looking at his friend, too afraid the sight before his eyes could vanish if he turned his head. 

"What are you seeing?" Chrissy picks up without much thought, and as she follows his line of sights, it also takes her a moment to register what the issue is. "Huh." 

"Yeah," Eddie nods, glad he's not losing his mind. "Does Robin—? You know."

"I don't know," Chrissy answers to whatever Eddie had in mind. 

They both watch as Robin looks down to Steve's dick where, assuming from the motion of his shoulders, he's shaking it off, and mirrors the same movement with whatever is between her...his?...legs.

The unbreakable duo seems to be zipping up their pants so Eddie turns hastily to his best friend.

"Should we ask about it?" he whispers heatedly, eyes darting worriedly to see how much time they have left before they risk getting overheard. 

"I don't think it's polite?" Chrissy cracks her knuckles nervously and he reaches out to stop her. 

"Yeah, but it's not like they're hiding?" he points out. Whatever the deal is, Robin could have used the toilets, or go further away not to be seen. 

"I guess so..." Chrissy trails off. She's playing with Eddie's fingers now, squeezing them beyond the comfortable levels of pain, but he lets it slide for now. "I mean, asking means we care, right?"

Eddie doesn't know the intricacies of gender issues that well, but nods his head nevertheless. 

"Probably?" is all he can offer. Then, the Robin and Steve duo is walking back, and the Cali threesome is at the dock, and they aren't sure what would be a good timing to ask.

Steve holds his hands up to him and Eddie knows they were holding his dick minutes ago. He wants to bury his face in them.

He obviously doesn't register what Steve says, but Chrissy is the best and presses hand sanitizer into his palm. Eddie quickly gets the clue and squirts a generous amount on his friend's extended hands. 

"Thank you," Steve smiles, rubbing the gel between his fingers. Without a word, Robin holds out her hands too, so Eddie squeezes out some for them as well. 

"Hey, Robbie?" Chrissy pipes up, the brave girl. Eddie is too focused on the sounds the sanitizing gel makes between Steve's fingers. "If there's anything we should know, you can safely tell us, we won't judge."

"Yeah," Eddie nods.

"I mean, we're friends with Eddie."

"Yeah!" he nods more vigorously. "And don't forget the throuple over there," he throws a thumb at where their friends are unpacking their paddle boat.

Robin's face falls, going pale in the process as well. Eddie can sense his friend's panic so he squeezes her knee, letting her know she didn't do anything wrong. 

Similarly, Steve lays a hand on Robin's shoulder. It calms down their jittering, and they look up to see the rest of their group arriving to the clearing. 

"Well, since everyone is here," they murmur, inching closer to their best friend. Steve dutifully wraps his arm around his platonic soulmate for support. He gets elbowed for his efforts but miraculously, reads it as the call for help that it is. 

He coughs, motioning for the last three to join. 

"A quick group meeting, guys!" Steve calls out, calm as a cucumber so the others know no inter-dimensional demons are lurking in the shadows. 

"What's up?" Nancy asks, leading the boys behind her.

"Rob has something to share," he says, nudging his friend gently. 

"Uh, yeah," Robin stammers. "So you know how boys can pee easily wherever they want, right?" they ask somewhat rethoretically, but a few of them nod in acknowledgment. "So, I got a stand to pee packer, which is a silicone dick with peeing option, usually used by trans guys," Robin explains, avoiding everyone's gaze. "It was for convenience at first, but the more I thought about it and talked with Steve," their friend squeezes them tighter when mentioned in the rant, "while he was teaching me the intricacies of using a dick and keeping me company on bathroom breaks, I realized…" They take a quick breath. "It's actually nice to be perceived as a guy."

The silence stretches, but before it can get uncomfortable, Chrissy speaks up. 

"So, how do you want to be addressed?" she asks. 

"Uh, Robin is already gender-neutral, so I like that," Robin says. "And when it comes to pronouns, I don't think I mind any? He, she, they, all sound okay to me. The only thing, I still consider myself a lesbian?" Robin admits hesitantly. "Like, it's a community I feel comfortable in and associate with, and it might sound wrong when I'm—"

"Hey." Nancy stops them with a raise of her palm. "I don't think it's that weird, you don't have to explain. You just wouldn't want your relationship with a woman to be considered heterosexual, yeah?" 

"Yeah," Robin smiles, relieved to be understood. "That's a part of it."

"So can I call you bro?" Argyle pipes up, to which Nancy scoffs. 

"You call me bro all the time!" she points out. 

"Yeah, but like, as a pet-name, you know?"

Everyone not involved in their little polycule look at them curiously. They are used to the weirdness, but every time something like this pops up, it's weirder than the last one. 

"Yeah, do not call me bro," Robin decides quickly. 

"Gotcha."

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