#i lov this shoot

[zketylers]

Josh Hartnett by Ron Davis, 1997.

[linoyes]

[23z567]

[rainnoblade]

you always kick down

[moonshine-nightlight]

Hi, hi! I've been reading some of your work and when I saw you had a tumblr I just had to come pay your inbox a visit.

I just wanna say, I really love how you write! It's so, so easy to get immersed in your stories, to the point where something kind of funny happened in my case actually XD

So there I was at midnight, browsing the monster romance side of AO3 when I came across Finally Woken. I was looking something on the shorter word count side, but the summary had me very interested. So I go, hmmm I think I'll just read the first chapter to see how it is and if I like it I'll come back to it tomorrow. I definitely liked it, but wanted just a bit more, so I clicked on the second chapter. Then the third. And fourth. And so on until oops, I binged it and it was 4 am hdjsgaca

And then the next day, I was once again browsing. And came across Don't shoot the messenger. And I go, well last night was a success but tonight I definitely only read the first chapter and then if I like it finish tomorrow. Aaaah the lies we tell ourselves. Did not even notice it was the same author until I was halfway through it. This one I managed to finish before 4 am at least XD

And then! The next day! Once again browsing in bed! I come across Sacrifice! Once again didn't look at the author until later! Take a guess at what happened next, surely you will never expect the outcome! (The outcome was exactly the same. I could not stop reading. My self restraint is in shambles.)

So yeah! I just wanted to one, come and thank you for such wonderful stories, and two, compliment the heck out of your writing skills because your pacing, and atmosphere and descriptions are top notch. Like the sense of anticipation before Satrasi knew what that captain had done was chef kiss, or the sense of dread building up to the ritual and then calm once Tai finds the reader. Or the sense of domesticity as time passes with Heshi.

All reader characters and monsters feel unique as well! My personal favorite story so far is Don't shoot the messenger, Satrasi has me swooning fdhdgzh But honestly I loved all of them so much and they're going to my favorite monster romances stash. Oh also, I'm 100% going to go back and reread, kudos and comment more thoroughly on each story, but I was on another account like a fool the first time I read them all gahdgdh So hopefully you'll see me in AO3 soon as well!

Alright I've been rambling enough already haha, so yeah! Tldr, You're a great author, I am weak and procrastinated going to bed because I wanted to read your stuff, love what you do, take care! :D

@roaring-letters

thank you so much! this was such a good message to get and i've been hoarding it for lik 2 months lol because work has been so busy which is why it was even better to get such a nice ask - it really cheered me up!

i'd say i;m sorry for the accidental repeated trapping and keeping you up until 4 am but its kinda the greatest compliment ever lol so i guess i'm not sorry

i'm so happy you enjoyed the stories and the characters and the atmosphere of the stories! my writing means so much to me and i'm always worried that i'm not getting whats in my head down onto paper right so comments/asks like these are so so heartwarming because it makes me feel lik i am in fact getting it right :D

thanks again!!!!

[raytorosguitarstrap]

Can literally anyone interact with me. I am so lonely. I feel like a wet stray dog in an alleyway

Please.

[bookished]

simon didn't want to go out often, but when he did he was the most possessive simon you've ever seen. never ever for a second left his hands off your body, always there, always touching somewhere.

he loved those little dresses you chose, they drove him crazy and you knew that. but he hated the attention that came along with them. from the eyes of other men. his jaw always tight, his eyes torn between your body and the gazes from other men. but your body always ended getting most of it, of course.

when you finally chose a place to eat, because he was always a gentleman and let you choose, he would always pull your hips and make you sit on his thighs. his hands never leaving your legs, or your waist, or up and down your arm.

you always blushed, very aware of the looks of people surrounding you shoot at you both. simon didn't give a flying fuck, though, you knew that. he always buried his face on your neck, inhaling your scent while you squirm, trying to choose something from the menu. accidentally grinding on his hardening cock, trying to put a little distance since you understood he'd never let you take another chair for yourself.

simon would grip your waist and legs harder, hissing under his breath at the graze of your barely covered ass on his crotch.

"bahave, lov', or i may take you 'ight here on this table", simon would whisper against your neck, soft biting your skin in a warning.

your cheeks would turn red, but that wouldn't mean you'd stop.

[imakle]

hi. Hello. been having dreams lately in which I confess to my crush and they awkwardly tell me they haven't really thought of me like that but hope we can stay good friends. despite this. every single day I see them I struggle to hold myself back from confessing

[xiuhunsoo]

gOOD lord transgender by crystal castles hits different on sleep deprivation and me needing a caffeine fix asap

[crushmeeren]

࿐ part one of masked stalker week! touya is first, megumi’s can be found here! ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆

࿐ master list link ࿐ kinktober master list link

⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ hints of hunter/prey, stalking, mask kink, breath play, knife play, a mixture of degradation and praise, yandere vibes.

⋆ ⬪ This isn’t quite as long as the others, as I wanted to keep it sweet and to the point without too much world building this time.

⇢ ⇢ touya art by birf ! ⇢ ⇢ @sikuthealien

⇢ ⇢ @with-my-calamitous-love (tagging cuz I thought you might enjoy this)

┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Touya’s a regular at the coffee shop you work in. It’s in a seedier part of town, and nobody bats an eye at the villain who stops in every night before close. He never speaks to you after he orders, just shoots you a wink as he leaves. But he’s the least of your worries. There’s someone wearing a ghost face mask who’s been stalking you after every shift. It’s been going a lot longer than you care to admit. Maybe it’s because, in a twisted way, you like it?

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“Busy, doll?”

Your hand jerks violently, the tip of your pen ripping a giant hole in the napkin you were currently doodling ghost face on. You purse your lips, and after swallowing your heart back down into your chest, you lift your head to send a weak glare at the familiar smoky voice piping up from across the counter.

Touya glances at your drawing and the corners of his lips twitch with the ghost of a smug smile.

“I was. Thanks a lot for ruining my picture,” you complain, balling up the tattered napkin and dropping it in the small trash can beside you. You mourn the loss of your masterpiece and rise to your feet with a sigh. “Getting the usual?”

“As always, doll. What, that pretty little empty head of yours forget my order already?” Touya teases, crossing his arms over his chest and looming over the edge of the counter. The scent of burnt firewood smacks you in the face and tickles your nose. You pull backwards instinctively, even if the smell does entice you.

“No,” you protest, nose scrunching as you resist the urge to sneeze, glancing up into bright blue eyes. Touya arches an eyebrow and you spin in the opposite direction before he can notice the soft heat of embarrassment burrowing into the apples of your cheeks.

It’s not your fault the backhanded compliment fills your belly with butterflies. He’s stupid hot, scars and all, sue you for having eyes.

Touya hums as if your petulant no amuses him greatly.

It’s like clockwork. Nearly every evening one of Japan’s most wanted villains shows up half an hour before close and orders a plain black coffee. He never speaks again after you start making it, no matter how hard you try to coax him into conversation. He just responds in noncommittal hums, studying you so intensely that you fidget in place.

Then he pays, shoots you a wink, and leaves through the front door with his hoodie pulled up tight to cover his snowy white hair.

It’s not as if anyone bats an eye that he frequents the place, you have a suspicion that the owner does business with the LOV anyhow. The security cameras are just for show, and you sure as hell won’t rat on him. Screw society, or whatever the LOV stands for.

You secure a lid on the nearly overflowing cheap styrofoam cup. Neatly, you write his name on the side before handing it over, fingers brushing over cool metal as you do, and he grins so widely the staples on his cheeks stretch obscenely. You bite the inside of your bottom lip, fingertips tingling with a pleasant burn even after he’s gone.

Your lungs expand with a steadying breath to reset your nervous system, closing your eyes briefly to focus. When you crack them open and glance at the digital clock on the wall, there’s only twenty minutes left until you can escape the dingy cafe.

That only serves to fill you with dread of an entirely different beast. One that has guilt weighing you down because, if you’re honest, you’re…. excited for what awaits you at the end of your shift.

You see, Touya is the least of your current worries. Yeah, you have a huge crush on him, but he’s never made a move and you’re sure he’s got more pressing matters to deal with.

Shigaraki seems like he’s more than a handful to work for after all.

No, for the past two or three months, as soon as you lock the door and start your treacherous stroll home through the seedy part of town, a man in a ghost face mask follows you the entire way. He never does anything, just simply tails you without a care in the world.

You still have no clue who it is, and at first you were terrified, the jarring sensation of eyes constantly on you making the hair on your arms stick straight up. You were being stalked and hunted like a small rabbit in the woods, and a cold sweat often trickled down your neck. You’d grip the straps of your backpack with trembling fingers and white knuckles.

Then, love letters began appearing in your mailbox at the end of every week. Pages upon pages of your stalker waxing poetic about you, decorated with scratched out sentences and rants demanding that you belong to him, and that he’d tear any man who flirted with you into pieces. They’re always signed with “my heart beats for you”, no name listed, and some hastily drawn hearts.

You’ve started to wonder if you’re sick in the head, because as more letters appeared, the fear faded into infatuation. You started to become just as obsessed with him as he is with you. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that he could tell when your feelings changed, if the increase in letters was anything to go by.

That being said, his secret identity consumes almost every waking thought you have. You’ve been on edge for weeks, and it’s driven you to come up with a plan to push things forward.

You’ve decided to write him his own letter, and soon you’re going to leave it in your mailbox for him to find. You yearn to know who he is, to see what he looks like.

And you really want him to fuck you in the mask.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

The bell above the door jingles as you slam the front door shut. You curse lowly, fiddling with the key that never seems to actually lock the door. You race the biting cold to secure it before your fingers go numb. After the fifth time you hear the signature click as it slides the deadbolt into place and you sigh in relief.

You swing your backpack to the front, digging in the front pocket and pulling out your prepared letter in a white envelope labeled “to my stalker”. With determination, you start walking in the direction of your home, shifting your gaze to peer down the first alleyway past the coffee shop. Your heart rate thunders when you spot a familiar ghost mask barely peaking out above the dumpster.

You make haste, calves burning the faster you push your stride. You breath resembles a dragon’s and the crunch of heavy boots on the concrete sidewalk behind you has your fingertips tingling. Your stalker trails after you at a steady pace, an eerie tune being whistled as he follows. His footsteps never quicken, as if he’s confident he’ll catch up no matter what.

Before you realize it, you’re reaching the end of your driveway, coming to a halt in front of your mailbox. You turn ever so slowly, witnessing the masked man pause in the middle of the street. He tilts his head in curiosity as you raise up the letter so he knows what you’re holding.

Tentatively, you gesture towards the letter, and then you shove a shaky finger his way. He points at himself and you nod once. Then, you make sure he’s watching as you place it in the mailbox and shut the door as fast as you can.

You whirl without second guessing yourself, the scenario reminding you of running up the stairs so a monster doesn’t capture you as you practically sprint into your home and lock the door.

You don’t dare look out the window to check if he’s taken it. You slump against your door, adrenaline still rushing in your veins as you slide to the tiled floor with a squeak. The warm air thaws your limbs as you spiral.

When you inspect the mailbox on your way to work the next day, the letter has vanished.

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It’s late Friday evening, thirty minutes before close, and anticipation is currently wreaking havoc on your mind. You jump each time the door opens. It’s enough to distract you from the fact that Touya hasn’t made his usual appearance tonight.

Granted, it’s not that unusual, he’s not there every single day, so the realization only flits across your thoughts before disappearing.

The divorced dad rock playing softly in the background pauses, a result of the shitty internet connection, and you roll your eyes as you continue to rhythmically wipe off the counter top in relative silence.

The sharp chime of the door startles you, gaze shooting towards whoever has entered, but the spark of hope in your chest deflates when you recognize a different regular sauntering through.

You greet him with a fake smile, going along with the boring small talk as you prepare his drink. He’s kind enough, and he tips decently, so you treat him well. You send him on his way with a genuine smile and return to your closing tasks.

You’re flipping the last chair over, about to settle it on the table top when the door opens once more. Annoyance flares in your chest, and you twist your head to call over your shoulder that you’re closed when your voice gets stuck in your throat.

The wooden legs slip from your fingers like sand, and the chair clatters loudly to the table as you spin towards the door in shock.

There in the doorway, looking terrifying, is your fucking stalker. He’s dressed in all black, ghost face mask secured and black hoodie pulled up, but it’s definitely him.

You weren’t sure he’d show up, mouth opening and closing in shock as you stare aimlessly at him.

“You…you got my letter,” you manage to choke out, heart hammering against your rib cage. He nods once in acknowledgment, casually reaching behind himself to flip the lock on the door. The cold sensation of fear pours into your belly, and you swallow the cotton balls that have taken refuge in your throat as he takes a step closer.

Your feet are cemented to the floor, limbs paralyzed while he stalks towards you, pulling his hood off as he goes. You can’t see his hair and you notice that he’s wearing black leather gloves as well, so that doesn’t give you any sort of clue as to who he is.

You shiver slightly, time seeming to slow when he comes to a stop directly in front of you. Your head tilts in order to properly look up at him.

“You wanted me, right doll?” The deep voice drawls, unearthing something metallic from his waistband that you immediately notice is a knife. Your terror skyrockets, the high of the thrill mixing with it in a strange and intoxicating way. You retreat as far as you can, but it’s only a few inches as your lower back bumps harshly into the edge of the table behind you, jostling the chairs.

“No! I mean, yes, I did, but I just wanted to talk! I’m…interested in you,” You attempt to explain, hands flailing animatedly and voice shaky as you ramble.

The masked man chuckles in amusement, raising the knife and gradually beginning to dig the tip into the underside of your jaw, tilting your head even further back. It pinches, not quite breaking the skin, but the threat looms.

God, you hope this wasn’t a mistake, and that you aren’t so pathetic that you’ve actually let a stalker in here to kill you.

“To talk about what, sweetheart? Your letter said you were interested, but I saw you with your little boyfriend in here earlier, whore,” he spits the last word, knife pushing in a bit further. “Were you lying to me?”

You cry out desperately, the tendons in your neck straining painfully as your eyes grow wide and your brows shoot up to your hairline in confusion.

“No! What? I - I don’t have a boyfriend, I swear!” You plead, voice watery and thick. Your hands fly up to fist the front of his hoodie, rising onto your tip toes so you don’t impale yourself. Your heart rate is erratic, enough so that you’re becoming dizzy.

Panic wells up in your throat, eyes stinging with tears as he stays silent for what seems an eternity. Then, he clicks his tongue behind his teeth, dragging the tip of the knife down the hollow of your throat, and purposely nicks your collarbone before he finally pulls away.

You gasp loudly, breath coming out as a bitten off sob as your hands shoot to your neck to check for any glaring injuries. A few tears flow down your cheeks in relief as you pant harshly, fingertips only slightly red when you pull them back.

“What the fuck!” You screech, glaring intensely at him and flushing hotly to the tips of your ears. “I just wanted to talk to you!”

He shrugs, spinning the knife. “We’re talking, aren’t we doll?”

Your expression pinches as you try to hold in the next sob, sniffling pitifully. All of a sudden his personality switches, emotional whiplash evident as he crowds you in against the table. Your fear spikes once again, hands coming up to his chest in a weak attempt to save yourself.

He slips the knife back into his waistband and harshly cradles your jaw, wiping away the few stray tears with his glove covered thumbs.

“Aw c’mon doll, you’re such a pretty thing, please don’t cry. I just got so furious seeing that other guy in here flirting with what’s mine. You understand, right?” He soothes, mania seeping into his tone. He presses his warm lean body flush with yours and you squeeze your eyes shut. You end up nodding, head fuzzy with the whirlwind of fear and arousal fraying your nerves. “Fucking look at me when I’m speaking to you,” he demands coldly.

You refocus your gaze upon the pitch black eyes of the ghost face mask, lids drooping slightly.

“I told you I wanted you,” you protest. “Not some random regular.”

He’s surely driving you insane, and you’re certain it says nothing good about you that you still want him so badly.

“I know doll,” he coos, hands smoothing down your chest. He grabs your tits and then moves lower to squeeze your hips bruisingly. “And you’re gonna fucking show me.”

The man reaches behind you and shoves the chairs over the sides of the tables, the insanely loud crack of the wood slamming into the floor causes you to smack right into his chest. He hushes you, coaxing you to back up, and then he hefts you up onto the edge of the table by your waist.

“Raise your arms,” he instructs.

You listen, inner elbows touching your ears as he grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it off. He drops it carelessly to the floor and then gets your bra off just as easily. He lures a soft moan from you when warm leather hands play with your tits, pinching your nipples until they harden. He whispers something you don’t quite catch and then he’s reaching for your waistband.

“Wait!” Your fingers curl around his wrists to halt his movements before he can unbutton your pants. “I don’t even know your name! At least tell me that before you fuck me.”

You’re certain he’s smirking behind that mask.

“Oh? And what will you do if I don’t tell you, hmm? You’re a filthy whore for me, aren’t you doll?”

You blink in shock, the harsh words lighting fire to your blood. You nod jerkily, your hold on his wrists going slack.

“So, are you going to say no?” He taunts, fingers toying with the button on your jeans. When you shake your head he coos at you. “Such a good girl, you listen so well.”

He hooks his fingers into your pants and panties, yanking with enough force that he pulls them out from under you. You gasp, catching your weight with your hands as he slips off one of your sneakers, leaving the remaining material to dangle uselessly around one ankle.

Your pussy seeks for anything to cling to, but tightens desperately around nothing as he pushes your thighs apart to see you better. You look up at him sheepishly when he places his thumbs on the sides of your soft lips and spreads you, moaning appreciatively at what he finds.

One thumb shifts to your clit and he rubs a few slow circles into it, the texture of the leather sending waves of warmth out to your limbs. Your nails scrape the wooden surface as he grips your knees and lifts them until you’re forced to place your heels on the edge of the table to balance.

Your leftover sneaker squeaks when you shift your foot, the vulnerability of being on display for this man making your stomach knot up.

“I want to see you. Please, show me,” you beg, gaze flickering down to see the way his stiff cock strains against his zipper, eager to be freed.

“Yeah? Does my pretty little toy wanna see my face?” He runs a teasing finger along the edge of his mask. “I think,” he muses, pausing a measly few inches from your face. “You just want to see my cock.”

He straightens as soon as the words leave his lips, unzipping his hoodie and shrugging it off his shoulders. He wears a long black sleeve shirt, and he reaches below it to undo his own dark jeans. Soon enough his hard cock is bouncing free and curving up slightly towards his belly.

Your lips part, a storm of pure need rushing through you. A patch of curly white hair at the base of his cock draws your attention, and the small piece of knowledge excites you.

“You have white hair?” You ask in awe, shifting your gaze from the hand loosely stroking his cock to his face, staring so hard you might actually be able to see through the mask. He tilts his head curiously and steps up to the edge of the table.

“So there is a brain rattling around in there,” he teases, tilting his hips up to slide the tip of his leaking cock over your clit. He shifts down to nudge against where you’re entirely exposed. “Sure do, sweetheart. Recognize me yet?”

Your brows scrunch, distracted by the white hot jolt of pleasure, and then your stalker is gripping your throat and cutting off your air as he pushes his cock inside you all the way to the hilt. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, the stretch burning and so unbelievably perfect that your entire body tingles.

He pulls his hips back until the tip is all your pussy clings to before bullying his cock back inside, the sharp smack of his skin meeting yours pushing a wheeze out of you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it doll?” His voice is scratchy, a breathy moan escaping as you squeeze him. Your head grows heavy as you nod to the best of your ability, spine begging to arch into his thrusts.

He sets a ruthless pace after that, not allowing you a second longer to adjust. His free hand clutches your bent knee and uses it as leverage to throw his weight into his hips.

After what seems like an hour, you start to tap urgently at his wrist, vision swimming as he continues to fuck the very life out of you. He eases his grip and you suck in a lungful of air that has blood rushing in your ears.

Just as the lightheaded sensation starts to fade he applies firm pressure to your throat until your shoulders slam into the table top. He stills his hips as he follows you down, and your legs instinctively lock around his lithe waist. He places his elbows on either side of your head, panting harshly through the cloth mouth of the mask.

When you land the air gets knocked out of your lungs, you gasp out of reflex and the scent of burnt firewoods floods your nose. Something clicks into place in your mind, and with startling clarity, it dawns on you that your masked stalker is Touya.

Touya moves his hips leisurely, curling them so his blunt tip presses firmly against your g-spot. Your hands fly up to fumble with his mask, and Touya doesn’t move to stop you when you push it up and off his head, the plastic clattering to the floor somewhere beside the table.

Familiar searing blue eyes and scarred skin greet you, spiky white hair sealing the deal.

“Touya,” you breathe, and he grins slyly, each of his slow, deliberate thrusts jostling you up the table. His lids are heavy as he peers down at you, and your arms wind around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Surprised?” He purrs, and you shake your head.

“No, fuck! I’m happy that it’s you,” you manage to get out between choked off moans. The look in his eyes turns wild, a borderline hysterical laugh leaving his lips.

“I own you, isn’t that right doll?” He balances his weight on one elbow and reaches to grab the knife from his waistband. He stabs the wood inches from your head and you yelp, heart skipping a beat as you shy away from the blade. He lets go but allows the knife to remain in place, resuming his previous position.

“Yes!” You reassure him, pussy fluttering involuntarily and Touya grins in self satisfaction, caging in closer until his lips brush over yours when he murmurs.

“Let’s make that pretty little pussy cum on my cock then, yeah? Show me you understand.”

With that, Touya resumes his relentless pace. He keeps you on the edge of a kiss, whispering soft praise until you’re surging up to kiss him as stars burst behind your eyelids.

He groans into the kiss, hips faltering as your pussy suffocates him. Touya drags out your climax for as long as he can hold out before he breaks the kiss and shoves his face into your throat, thrusting shallowly as he cock jerks. He sinks his teeth into your pulse point, sucking and marking you with what’s sure to be a dark purple hickey.

You hug him close, thighs twitching with aftershocks and Touya slips his arms underneath your waist. He gives you no reprieve as he readjusts his grip and hauls you up off the table, forcing you to suck in a sharp breath and wail as he twists and drops into a booth nearby. The intense pressure on your soft cervix makes your stomach ache.

Touya frees you of your sneaker and the remainder of the pants still dangling around your ankle. He roughly smacks your ass and gazes up at you with a catlike grin.

“Ride me like you fucking mean it, doll. I gotta see those tits bounce.”

You come together over and over that night until you’re both exhausted. Before Touya takes his leave, he draws his number on the side of a styrofoam cup and places it on the counter. He’s deadly serious when he tells you that you “better not fucking ignore him,” or he’ll show up here every. single. night.

And truthfully, you want to play with fire and see what happens if you do.

[sturns-angel]

bf!matt has his hands full with pregnant!reader

i walked over to the kitchen counter, fingers mindlessly drumming on my swollen belly. i’ve been craving anything and everything, but nothing all at the same time. little mr bouncy in my tummy has my cravings all out of wack as we near the end of my pregnancy and it’s driving me absolutely insane.

“hey y/n!” nick chirps as he makes his way into the kitchen. “are you and matt still going to that weird pregnant lady thing later?” he asks.

“it’s called lamaze, and yes.” i chuckle as i stare at the scarce amount of food in the fridge. the guys have never been good at keeping food in the house so i took it upon myself to be in charge of this until i couldn’t drive anymore due to my pregnancy.

“i feel like i should go to a lamaze class. think it’d be fun.” nick says nonchalantly as he opens a bottle of water.

just as i’m about to comment on how ridiculous he sounds, matt comes walking up the stairs from the garage. “you ready, sweetheart?” he asks, putting a hand on my back.

my eyebrows shoot up and i stare at him blankly. “ready for what?” i ask and turn my attention back to the fridge.

“we were gonna stop by the store before class…” matt answers cautiously. i can already feel the guilt run over me and my eyes begin to sting as tears fill them. “it’s okay! it’s alright, lov-“

i squeeze my eyes shut and feel tears spill down my cheeks as my body lightly trembles. nick starts to say something and i hear matt shush him. i’ve been a hormonal wreck for the past 3 weeks. matt’s very much aware of this and tries his best to avoid upsetting me, but it’s pointless. he could simply look at me and i’d start sobbing.

“i fucking forgot again!” i sob, gripping the fridge handle as if my life depends on it. matt gently grabs my hand and closes the fridge door. “what the hell is wrong with me?!”

“nothing, love. nothing is wrong with you. it’s okay! this is all normal.”

“look at me!” i exclaim, throwing my hands around dramatically. “does this look fucking normal to you?”

“no…” nick snickers and matt shoots him a look, causing nick to quickly leave the room.

“see?! i’m just a mess and i forget everything and i’m always hungry, but never know what i want to eat and-“

matt interrupts my ramblings by softly placing his hands on my cheeks. his eyes filled with love (and a bit of concern).

“you’re doing something amazing. you have our baby growing inside of you. you’re the farthest thing from a mess. i’m so lucky to have you and to do this with you.”

my breathing is sharp and i reach my hands up to grab onto matt’s shirt. “okay… i’m sor-“

“you don’t ever need to apologize for your feelings, especially when you’re making our child.” matt speaks softly. i stare down at my hands that have a tight clutch on his shirt. “you okay?”

i slowly nod and finally lift my eyes up to meet his.

“can we stop at taco bell first?”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

wisdom teeth

words: 1.1k

warnings: dentist, blood

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“ma’am?” the voice rings through the waiting area. your head shoots up, realizing that she must be talking to you.

“hi, how is he?” you question, slinging your purse over your shoulder and pocketing your phone.

“the procedure went completely fine. we are trying to place the gauze in his mouth now but he keeps insisting on seeing you.” the receptionist says, a slight blush to her cheeks.

“oh!” you say, eyebrows raising. 

“follow me, please.” she says, leading you back further into the building.

“he’s being quite rowdy, isn’t he?” you ask, able to hear through the shut door the incessant questions, asking where you are, asking why you aren’t with him.

“some patient react differently to the anesthesia. it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, so don’t be embarrassed, doll.” the receptionist assures you, opening the door and letting you into the post op room.

“baby! there’s my baby!” rafe says, his hair a mess over his forehead, blood dry and crusted on his chin.

“hey, rafey.” you say calmly, hoping your relaxed attitude will influence him to calm down. “i’m right here, honey.”

you cross to his bed, glancing briefly at the dental assistants, one who looks annoyed that their clean up is taking so long, but the other gives you a sweet smile.

“you’re so pretty.” rafe slurs. “i love you.”

“i love you too, honey.” you coo, taking his hand, still slightly limp, in yours. “you have to let the nice women help you though. they’re here to clean you up for me.”

“you gonna kiss me when im all clean?” rafe asks, his lower lip pouting out.

you nod. “gently though, baby.”

“what did they do to me?” rafe questions, now sitting still as the nurses wipe away the blood on his chin.

“they just took your wisdom teeth out. they were hurting you but you’ll feel all better now.” you explain softly, petting his hand and arm to calm him as the nurses continue to rub at the dried mess.

“open your mouth.” the mean looking nurse says, her voice too stern for your liking, but before you can speak up, rafe turns to her, a look of fury in his eyes.

“i will not open my mouth for you. i only do what my baby tells me to do, so fuck off.” “rafe, oh my god!” you shout as the sweet nurse cracks up. “watch your language.” “i’m sorry, but this girl was trying to flirt with me! she wanted me to open my mouth for her, can you believe that?” rafe asks, his eyes flickering between looking softly at you and glaring at the assistant.

“they just want to put some gauze in your mouth. open up and let them, sweetie.” “fine.” rafe hums, his brow scrunched together as he turns back to the nurse. “i will because my baby asked me to, not for you.”

you shake your head but smile when rafe opens his mouth, allowing them to finish cleaning up. you stay next to his bed, holding his hand firmly in yours.

“can i be alone with my baby now?” he asks them as the nice assistant tells rafe he can close his mouth now.

“we recommend waiting at least a half hour until the anesthesia wears off a bit more before trying to get him out to the car. we can leave you two in here, but try not to let him talk too much, it’s only going to cause his mouth to bleed more.” “that’ll be hard, but i’ll try. thank you.” you nod to them as they leave the room.

“rafey, be quiet for me, okay baby?” you tell him, sitting down on the side of the bed, stroking your hand through his hair to smooth it out over his forehead, back in its proper place on either side of his part.

“but i want to tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you and how much i wanna marry you one day and how much i lov-” “thank you, rafe.” you cut him off. “you can tell me all that real soon, but for now you have to be quiet so your mouth can heal, mmkay?”

“fine, i’ll stop talking. but you did promise me a kiss.” rafe says, and then dramatically shuts his mouth before puckering his lips.

“a gentle one.” you remind him, leaning forward and pressing your lips as softly as you can against his, putting your hands on his chest to stop rafe from leaning forward and deepening the kiss.

you pull away, but before rafe can open his mouth to complain, you kiss along his cheeks, then forehead, covering his face in soft presses of your lips to keep him happy and calm.

you tuck your chin into the crook between his shoulder and neck, stroking your hand over his chest as you cuddle up to him. “i’ll talk to you to keep you entertained, yeah?” rafe nods, nuzzling into your hair. you begin to whisper stories into his ear, anything you can remember to pass the time. tales your mother told you when you were little, or recapping movies that you’ve watched enough times to remember the plot clearly.

theres a knock on the door as you straighten up, calling out for the assistant to come in. she enters the room with a wheelchair. “time to go!” “yes.” rafe says, pumping his fist in excitement. “did you here that baby? its time to go.”

“i did, rafey. remember we are supposed to be quiet though.”

“thats right.” rafe nods. “im letting my mouth heal.”

the nurse laughs gently, wheeling the chair towards the bed. rafe is able to get into it pretty much without your help, but sends the assistant a glare when she tries to push the wheelchair.

“you’re gonna take me someplace without my baby again?”

“no, honey, she’s just helping us get to the car. and then i’m gonna take you home.” you explain softly, moving to walk ahead of the wheelchair so rafe can keep you in his sight.

“we live together?” rafe asks as you help him into the passenger side seat of the car.

“we do.” you remind him, taking the buckle and strapping it across his chest. you thank the assistant, who tells you again what rafe can and can’t do over the next 24 hours, before bidding you both farewell. 

you carefully shut rafes door before rounding the other side of the car. you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek before putting the car into drive, thankful that its a short way home so you can get rafe laying and relaxing again soon.

you click the radio on, but rafe frowns and shuts it off. 

“whats wrong baby?” you question. “don’t want to listen to music?” “no.” rafe shakes his head, an adorable pout on his lips. “i want to hear more of your stories.”

you let out a soft laugh before conceding. “of course baby.”

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Appetite

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Lol :3 This is my first fic ahahahaha! I got inspired by STIM'S song Appetite and it got me thinking this fits Y/N x Nagumo :D! Sorry if this is cringe I took a break from my webtoon to write a cringe fanfic cuz I have an obsession Lol ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ!

Read my webtoon btw :D- Also yes! I drew the image above haha- That girl is you :>! So this is a Nagumo x fem! reader ^^!

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"February 14." you groan at your planner's calendar. The dreaded day smacked you like a .950 JDJ bullet.

Valentine's Day.

You absolutely hated Valentine's Day, not because of the overpriced merchandise, the repetitive taste of chocolate, or the couples actively committing PDA out in broad daylight. No, the reason you hated Valentine's Day is because of-

"N-Nagumo senpai! I-I made these chocolates for you... P-p-Please accept them!" Your train of thought was interrupted by a blushing female JCC student handing a pink heart-shaped box to the only man who could irritate you enough to drink your own lab-made poison.

Usually, you'd be happy for someone building up the courage to hand their crush a box of chocolates. But of all the students in JCC why him? your question was quickly answered by a few female students whispering amongst themselves.

'He's so charming!'

'I can't wait to give him my chocolates at lunch!'

What's so charming about him exactly? if anything, he's just an annoying rat scurrying around the halls of JCC brothering your peace with his pranks and that shit-eating grin that made you want to shoot yourself.

"Take a picture it'll last longer~" You immediately snapped out of your thoughts, realizing you've been staring at the source of your irritation, who is shooting his signature grin at you.

"Tch. Shut up." You walked past the tall male assassin and made a beeline to your locker. To your dismay, Nagumo followed you and leaned on the wall of lockers next to you.

"Could this be the year you finally give chocolates to me~? Don't be nervous!" Nagumo chirped moving his face closer.

Rolling your eyes at his sentence you flick his forehead causing him to pout. "Don't get too cocky. Besides you said you don't take chocolates from students in the poison department." You raise your eyebrow at the grinning assassin and close your locker.

"Well, you were formerly in the assassination department! And even if you weren't you're an exception~!" Nagumo winks at you and starts opening his locker.

"I'll kill you"

"no, you won't~ Admit it you lov-" As Nagumo was about to finish his sentence, a bombardment of different colour boxes fell out of his locker.

"looks like you don't need any more chocolates. I'll get you a cart." You sigh and walk off.

"Thanks..!"

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After helping Nagumo fill a cart with the many colour boxes that you assume to be filled with various chocolates, You both start walking to class when a voice catches both of your attention.

"Nagumo-Kun~!" A girl called out running towards him "I made you these! Please accept them!"

You watch as Nagumo charms the female JCC student with his smile and sugar-coated words. You take out a small book and start reading but you can't focus as you wonder 'What is Nagumo's type?'

You always knew Nagumo was very popular with the female JCC students. But you couldn't help but be curious about the question lingering in your brain. Surely one girl had to have gotten his attention after all these years in the JCC.

"whatcha reading~?" You snap out of your trace and turn only to see Nagumo peeking from your shoulder. Your faces are too close for comfort.

"Too close idiot. " you lightly push him away in an attempt to hide your flushed face.

"you know you could have gone first~ This means you really do love me!" Nagumo exclaims with that shit-eating grin you've always 'hated'.

"Oh okay." you quickly walk off leaving Nagumo alone in the halls

"Y/N Wait!" Nagumo protested pushing his cart trying to catch up to you, causing your lips to curl up into a small smile.

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The day had gone by faster than you expected, and lunch quickly came around the corner. You make your way to the cafeteria still thinking about that question dancing around in your brain.

As you were thinking an arm wrapped around you, causing you to immediately throw a punch at the figure behind you. Your fist was caught by a female JCC student whose appearance was composed of bright Yellow eyes and turquoise hair.

"Woah Y/N! Is this how you greet your roommate??" Akao smiled at you

"Sorry, Akao... " You sighed catching your breath, she let go of your fist and put a cigar in her mouth.

"Mmmm, I'll forgive you... if you have a light!" Akao smirked. You grabbed a lighter from your bag. She leans down as you light her cigar. "you're forgiven!" Akao chuckles

"So what's got you off guard? It's scary that you're losing focus! I heard your footsteps and you're usually as quiet as a mouse... Don't tell me you lost your touch!" Akao rests her head on your shoulder.

"No.. just curious about something" You mumbled, Akao raised her eyebrow at you "bout what?"

"What's.... Nagumos type..?" You asked

Silence...

Akao burst out laughing "PFFT! Is that what you're on about?"

"I'm serious. He's been leading girls on; if he has a type, it'll be easier for everyone! plus I'm curious..." You defended and looked away. It's true that you but deep down inside you know that it wasn't just your curiosity.

"That's easy he likes....... " Akao paused "Actually yeah... has he ever told us...? Not that we would care though..."

"Exactly.. If he just told people his type then the line for giving him chocolates at lunch would be much smaller wouldn't it?"

"Yeah... it is annoying when multiple girls come to deliver chocolates to him... Honestly! Where are my chocolates??" Akao pouts

"I can give you some!" you chirped giving Akao a totally innocent smile.

"And be poisoned? No thanks! Reminder Y/N you're the top student in that department!" Akao snickers walking off with you following her

"I'll make sure you have a 50% chance of surviving! Honest!" You smirked.

"Sorry babes! Hard Pass!"

You both made your way to the lunchroom grabbing a JCC bowl before heading to a table where Nagumo and Sakamoto were eating. Sakamoto looks up and greets the both of you with a simple nod.

"YO! Eating without us? Rude!" Akao groans and takes her seat across from Sakamoto, you take a seat next to her which to your dismay is across from Nagumo.

"Can't believe you left me all alone in the hallway! " Nagumo sighs acting butt hurt. You didn't have to look at his face to know he was giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You caught up with me immediately. Besides you said I could leave. So I left a rat that was holding me back from getting to class." You fired back as you opened a small notebook pretending to read whatever was on that page.

"Ouch! My heart just shattered!" Nagumo clutches his chest pretending to be butt hurt. Sakamoto rolled his eyes while Akao laughed at Nagumo's 'misery'.

"uhm~! E-excuse me..."

Akao's laughter died down noticing a girl holding a red heart-shaped box close to her chest. Akao leans closer to you and whispered

'here we go again.'

You sigh in response and look up to see the same scene every year

"N-Nagumo- Kun! I made these chocolates for you a-and only you!" The girl blurted out

You watch the scene playing in front of you, the same repetitive shit that happens each year. A confession from a random JCC student and Nagumo acting appreciative. As you were about to flip the page of your notebook you remembered the question that had been lingering above your head. Waiting for the girl to leave, you turn to Akao who's picking at her food bowl. You stare intensely at Akao catching her attention.

"hm?"

You tilted your head gesturing at Nagumo who was looking at the chocolates he was just given.

"OH! Right! Yo Nagumo! " Akao calls out causing Nagumo to stop staring at the chocolates he's been given.

"What grade did you get for the Assassins in History test?" Akao smiled, you immediately shoot her a glare causing her to laugh.

Nagumo and Sakamoto both stared at you both confused

"PFFT! Alright alright..." Akao says catching her breath

You let out an audible sigh and continue to focus on your notes.

"Y/N wants to ask you something!" Akao chirps pointing at you, causing you to jolt. Your head immediately turns to Akao who is avoiding your intense stare. again.

"Be careful with what you eat Akao." you mumble, Sakamoto raises his eyebrow while Nagumo just smiles at you. You scowl at him and sigh, you swear you were going to kill Akao after this.

"Don't take this the wrong way... But... what's your type..?" You ask avoiding eye contact.

Sakamoto just stares blankly at you while Akao tries to hold in her laughter, you glance at Nagumo who just blinks at you.

"Mmm.... I dunno!" Nagumo gives you his trademark grin. You were taken aback by his response, no teasing? Jokes? usually, he would laugh it off and tease you till you rip your ears out.

"So much for peaceful lunches then..." Akao sighs popping a cigar in her mouth. "Also Y/N was thinking about this question really hard that it made her lose focu-"

You throw a syringe at Akao, who immediately dodges it, the amount of force you throw the syringe causes it to make a punch size hole in the cafeteria

"Like I said Akao... Watch what you eat for the next few weeks." You give your roommate a cracked smile.

"Finally! something interesting! Come at me!" Akao proudly exclaims getting into a fighting stance.

"I've been meaning to try out a few of my new experiments on willing test subjects." You shot back, a smirk falls on your lips as you pulled out another syringe fill with what could only be a poison tester.

Both you and Akao lunge at each other throwing punches, kicks which chasing each other around the cafeteria.

Sakamoto and Nagumo watch as both you and Akao spar.

"My Type"

Sakamoto turns to Nagumo clearly confused by his friend's statement.

"Y/N... is My type" Nagumo hums as he puts the heart-shaped box in his cart. Still smiling as his eyes focus on you, following you across the room as you continue to fight with Akao.

"She could eat you alive Nagumo. I hope you have an appetite." Sakamoto sighs finishing whats left of his lunch.

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The next day Nagumo approaches you

"So Y/N! What's your type~?" Nagumo flashes his signature grin while leaning against your locker.

"Well. For starters. a guy blocking me from my locker is a real turn-off."

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lol, my cringe writing jajajajaja! I got inspired by so many Nagumo x reader writers, lol so if you see something similar, just so you know I got heavily inspired by the fics I read like inaflashimagine's fanfics! I plan on making a full fanfic but idk if I should do it.. I plan on drawing my OC/ Y/N version sooooon :D! Also again check out my webtooon!

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Another Chance (Dabi x reader)

a/n: grrrr all I can think about is Touya I just love him so so much!!! His ending and the entire LOV's endings still have me so :( and I've been imagining what it would look like if they all survived the war and got to live. Which led me to write up this fic where the reader was dating Dabi pre-war and didn't know he survived until Shoto sought you out and allow y'all to reunite!!! There's a hint of angst but overall it's very cutey because Touya deserves all the love!!!

wc: 1017

"I've killed over 30 innocent civilians. The firstborn of the Todoroki family. I am going to tell you all why I committed these heinous crimes."

Despite the words leaving the villain's mouth, you couldn't help but smile softly as you rewatched Dabi's reveal video for the fifth time. Work was slow and you were missing him a little more than usual today. Besides, it really was all you had left of him.

It had been almost three months since the war between heroes and villains went down, completely changing the world you once knew. This meant it was coming up on three months since you last saw your lover. Since the night he broke up with you, saying his time in this world was up and you should move forward. Without him.

"Excuse me," a young man says as he approaches the front desk you're seated behind. His voice snaps you out of your spiraling heartbroken thoughts. You take a deep breath, pulling yourself together and throwing on your customer service face. "Are you ______?"

"I am. How can I help you today?"

"My name is Shoto Todoroki." Your stomach drops. "Do you have a minute to talk?"

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For the first time in months, the week flew by. Today was finally the day you were going to reunited with Dabi. As excited as you were, anxiety was growing more and more inside your head. What if he didn't actually want to see you? What if you only make things harder for him? He was already suffering so much, maybe it would be better if you just went home and never came back and-

"He's going to be happy to see you." Shoto smiles as he places a hand on your shakey shoulder, breaking silence in the waiting room where you sat with his siblings and mother, all waiting for Touya to wake up from his nap.

"Yeah the idiot has been saying your name like every other day," Natsuo chimes in with a wide grin. "Still can't believe out of all his secrets, he had a gorgeous partner this whole time. You sure you're not some spy or something?" Fuyumi slaps his shoulder, shooting you an apologetic look before the two bicker. You chuckle at the sight, feeling your anxiety go down. You never imagined Dabi would have come from such a lively family.

"He's awake," a nurse approaches your group. You stand up with his siblings, Rei smiling softly at everyone before you all walk into his hospital room.

"Touya-nii," Shoto is the first to speak upon entering the room. "You have a guest."

"Yeah well fuck off," he grumbles, closing his eyes again despite just waking up.

"Well you heard him ______, guess we should head then," Natsuo teased loudly. Touya's eyes widen at hearing this, sitting up on the bed as his eyes scanned the room, landing on you with a shocked expression.

"________?" he asked in disbelief that you were standing here in front of him. Fuyumi and Natsuo snicker hearing his heart monitor rapidly beat, causing Touya to throw up a middle finger their way before returning his focus on you. You stood awkwardly as he sat awkwardly, unsure what to do next.

"Let's give them some privacy, yeah?" Fuyumi grabs Shoto and Natsuo before heading out the room, closing the door behind her. The silence persists until you speak up.

"Is it okay if I sit?" you ask, pointing to a spot on the large hospital bed. The size of the bed and private room must be a perk that comes with the Number One Hero's money paying for your medical bills. He nods, shakey bandaged hands smoothing out the bedsheets before you take a seat with him. "So Dabi-"

"Touya," he cuts you off. "You can call me Touya. At this point Dabi is gone." He sounded so nervous as he spoke it made your heart ache.

"Okay," you respond. "So Touya," you giggle upon hearing his heart rate monitor speed up again after saying his name. You take a shakey deep breath, collecting your thoughts. There was so much you wanted to say to him. You wanted to yell at him for leaving you. You wanted to cry, thanking the heavens and earth he was still alive. You wanted to make him promise he'd never do this to you again. Yet every time you went to open your mouth, no words would leave. Touya took notice to the conflicting emotions on your face each time you went to speak, the heavy weight of guilt tugging at his heart.

"I-I'm so sorry....." his words were quiet and it sounded like he was about to cry. He doesn't expect you to forgive me. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if you didn't love him anymore. His heart sank as he heard muffled sobs leaving your mouth. He couldn't look at you.

"Can we start over?" you smile as he finally meets your teary eyes. His bandaged hand reaches to cup your face, thumb rubbing away the tears that have fallen from your eyes. He felt didn't deserve another chance at life like this, but god he wanted it more than anything. This time it wasn't because of hatred or spite. No he wanted to live out of love. Out of love for his siblings. For his mother. For you. Especially for you.

"Yeah, I'd like that," his voice is shakey as he speaks. He feels insanely nervous as he asks his next question, as if it's the first time he's ever asked you this. "C-can I kiss you?"

"Please." You don't care how desperate you sound in your answer. You needed him to know how you've been longing for him all this time, how he hadn't left your thoughts once since the last night you saw him. He pulls you into a sweet, gentle kiss. His lips are more burnt than the last time you shared a kiss, but it doesn't matter. He still tastes the same. He's still the same man you love. And this time, neither of you were going to let the other get away.

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I’m new to pazzi and had to do a deep dive because their story seems so cute!!!

Also, I love reading people’s theories/timelines and had to came up with my own. It’s hella long and detailed!!!

I don’t think I’ve seen one this detailed so I thought I would share if anyone is interested!

2016 | I think, Paige liked Azzi from the start (love at first sight lol) because

1. During the North Tartan Summer Jam, there’s a video of Paige watching Azzi's basketball game. Azzi’s club Fairfax Star was playing against Paige's club North Tartan, and at that time Azzi was playing 2 age groups up.

2. In their 2019 overtime video, Paige mentioned that they had been friends for three years. Meanwhile, in the slam interview, Azzi seemed to have remembered meeting Paige during U16 tryouts. This makes me think that, Paige liked Azzi before Azzi even knew her.

2017 | During USA U16, Paige and Azzi started to become good friends. I’m leaning toward them being in a homoerotic friendship… Paige liked Azzi but Azzi didn’t know she liked girls. Here’s why:

1. During the slam interview, Paige mentioned that they had “this insane chemistry.” When you like someone, sometimes you become hyper aware of them (it's like your body can sense them), which probably made their on court chemistry great, as you can see in videos. I've had this happen with crushes - it's literally hormones!

2. In a video from U16, when they were receiving their metals, Paige does this "thumb rub" to Azzi. Also, they were the only two people to keep holding hands too. Personally, I would only do that to someone I liked or was with.

3. They were always sitting next to each other on the bench/in pictures and Paige was always talking Azzi's ear off

4. During that summer, Azzi liked an Instagram post captioned, "Paige trying to show off to Azzi" or "Paige trying to get Azzi's attention" and it was Paige shooting while Azzi was working out behind her. It's giving, highschool crush, when you try showing off and acting cool in front of them.

5. The Snapchat “crush” video, Paige posted on TikTok was most likely from this time, because the song/sound was released then. Also, the headband Paige wore in the video was the same one she wore in Azzi's 2017 birthday post to her.

6. Paige was commenting on Azzi's old instagram posts from before they met, which is something I did when I was younger and had a crush on someone.

7. I don’t think, Azzi knew she liked Paige because she was tagging guys (over her heart) in instagram posts (which I used to do with my crushes/gfs/bfs). Also, when Azzi talked about them meeting, she would say things like, "we were kind of forced to speak on the flight home because it was so long" and "Paige kind of showed up and stayed, and was always there" (it's not giving crush). Azzi didn't even remember they were bus buddies during the USA games.

8. In one of P’s teammates' vlogs, Paige says, "shout out to my best friend Azzi," which caused her teammates to crack up. Their reaction made me think, paige and Azzi were dating or fwb. It was too “big” of a reaction for them just being friends... they could have known Paige had a crush on Azzi though.

I could see Azzi starting to crush (whether she knew it or not) on Paige because:

Azzi made a bday post (on her main feed) for Paige saying how much she missed and loved her…which she’s never done for any of her other friends. At this point, they would have only known each other for a few months. This is where the first “💗” shows up too. It’s their thing, and Azzi has it in her Instagram bio now. Many homoerotic friendships are deep (highkey codependent), and have characteristics of dating/being in a relationship.

2018 | Personally, I think they were still just friends but Azzi was starting to like Paige back:

1. During USA U17, Azzi and Paige were attached at the hip, always laughing and joking with each other. They would, like, tap each other's head (Paige did it to Azzi in a recent game) To me, it looked like a flirty/loving gesture. When I was younger my crush would poke me and hit me with books 😂

2. During the 11th annual North Tartan Summer Jam, Azzi and Paige's AAU teams were playing against each other. The game was filmed, and in one clip, Paige looks at Azzi (can't see Paige's face) and Azzi blushes and scrunches her nose (something she does when Paige looks at her). It's giving baby gay crush. She did the same thing during USA U17.

3. There were rumors that Paige got jealous when Azzi got “to close” with her other AAU teammates, so she definitely liked her. This kind of jealousy can be common in homoerotic friendships too.

4. During the summer, Azzi went on a cruise with Paige's family (p's aunt posted pictures). Also, her aunt called Azzi her niece which is cute, but gives off just friends (the fam might not have know they liked each other though) because I would not want family members using "family titles" for someone I was dating. Note: I don't think her aunt meant "daughter in law" because they were so young and had only be in each others lives for about a year.

5. Azzi went to Montana to help Paige out with her charity camp. Paige attended Azzi's sweet 16. Azzi's brother posted a video from the party. With how much they hung out with each other, they def liked each other (whether they both knew it or not).

I could see them crossing lines during this time. However, I could also see this happening later like during quarantine.

1. They called each other "their other half" on instagram, which is giving dating. Most people in relationships call each other "my other half." I could also see them just being friends and possessive over each other, especially if they were in a homoerotic friendship. I had two friends in hs, who weren't dating, but clearly liked each other, and they would say my "other half."

2019 | I’m conflicted and could see them still in a homoerotic friendship/crushing on each other, but could also see lines being blurred and them being fwb. Here's why:

1. Azzi went to Paige's championship game in March and wore Paige's jersey (photo of them and Azzi was in P’s teammates vlog). I'm conflicted about this because I would wear my friend's jersey (similar to Paige wearing Nika and Dorka's jersey). However, in high-school, I think it was more common to wear your crush or gf/bf jersey than friend’s jersey. I could be wrong though.

2. When Azzi tore her ACL/MCL in April, Paige flew to be with her before surgery (Azzi posted a video). Also, during the Slam interview, Paige even started tearing up when talking about the injury and Azzi said that "she knew Paige felt somewhat, what she was feeling," showing that the relationship was deep.

3. In July/August, Azzi and Paige made tiktoks at Azzi's grandparents house in Minnesota. They also went to the state fair and made their joint tik tok account. I feel like the joint account could be like a couples account but also a friend account. I made a YouTube channel with my best friend.

4. Paige also visits Azzi after her USA Basketball 3×3 tournament and her LA trip for ESPNW. I don’t think there was a reason for her to go see Azzi which makes me think they were fwb.

5. In the overtime video, Azzi called Paige “like 1,000 siblings.” I would never compare my partner to a sibling, which is making me lean towards homoerotic friendship. Also the vibes were very best friend coded.

6. the splash sister narrative was going around but they didn’t play into it. It would have been a great marketing opportunity though, which makes me think they were fwb. Although, if they were secretly crushing on each other, I wouldn’t use sister either.

6. They hung out more during the winter than in previous years. During December 2019 and January 2020, Paige created the HUDL recruitment videos for Azzi. Paige was at Azzi's first game back from her ACL tear too. There was a video of her in the stands and they filmed more tik tok together. Basically they saw each other like every month! That's a lot of flying. Maybe they were causally dating 🤷🏻‍♀️

2020 | This was an interesting year for them. I think, they were fwb or in a situationship. I could see them still being in a homoerotic friendship too (those can get toxic trust me lol).

1. It appeared (from the public eye) that Paige was dealing with comphet. For example, she was acting more flirty, in videos, with her guy friends like Jalen. Also, the way she dressed in some videos and pictures gave that impression.

2. She was flirting online with vinnie. However, on the flip side, maybe she was just doing that for clout because vinnie had a large following. Also, in the TikTok Paige made of vinnie, Paige included the 💗 which she only uses for Azzi. This could have been intentional.

3. Azzi was posting flirty comments on a few guys’ posts. Also, Azzi was commenting on Jada’s posts a lot, and Jada was calling Azzi "big head" and "love you 💗” which was a P&A thing. Yes, Paige called Azzi “big head” in a snap chat video (in 2018?), like Monica called Quincy in love in basketball, Azzis favorite movie. I don’t think anything was going on between Azzi and Jada though, the comments seemed intentional and Jada was much younger than Azzi. Maybe P&A, got into a fight. It could be jealousy/petty behavior, common in homoerotic friendships - I've seen it lol! Also, they didn’t really hanging out as much in the winter, like they did in 2019.

4. In March / April 2020, SLAM released "All Eye on US" | Hopkins High School Series. In one video, Paige was wearing Azzi's picture on her shirt. She also had a collage of photos (almost all with Azzi) next to her bed, which is giving dating.

5. From April to July, Paige stayed with the Fudds. In some of the tik tok / youtube videos Paige's facial expressions gave away that they were more than friends (iykyk). If they were just friends, I think lines def got blurred during this time and they became fwb.

6. Azzi would FaceTime Paige at 1:00 am; even though, in an article around this time, she said she liked to go to bed early. Also, she visited Paige for her birthday to tell her she was going to UCONN. The extent to which they went out of their way to see and talk to each other is too much for just friends.

7. When Paige went to UCONN, she had Azzi as 💗 in snapchat. I only do that to people who I'm in a relationship with. That's why I feel like they were in a relationship or close to one. I think something happened and Azzi was mad at Paige because she stopped commenting on her posts, like that one anon said. I believe this happened after Azzi committed to UConn too. To me, it feels like a break up or friendship break up (common in homoerotic friendships… that shit hurts lol), especially because streets was saying Paige was partying and seen with other girls.

2021 | I'm leaning towards fwb (not exclusive) / situationship

1. UCONN students were spreading rumors that Paige was seen with black curly haired girls.

2. In the winter/spring of 2021, Azzi was commenting flirty things on different guys' instagram posts (like this one football player). Also, interestingly, in an old article, Azzi said she was looking forward to her senior year because she wanted to go to football games with her friends… but in a recent article, she said she didn’t like football when asked about it. Just found that interesting.

3. Students said Azzi was casually dating someone at UCONN (I think a football player 👀) from 2021 to maybe spring of 2022. Not sure if they were exclusive.

4. Part of me thinks that they stayed fwb, while talking and seeing other people, because Paige could not stop staring at Azzi in their slam video. She was down bad. However, if I stopped being fwb with someone, but still liked them, I would look at them longingly too. It’s the “you want what you can’t have look.” Maybe they were in a situationship end of 2021.

2022 | exclusive fwb (lowkey dating)

1. Azzi liked Mack, her friend, TikTok comment - "girlfriends are on this app" which made me think Paige and Azzi were more serious/together. I could see that comment being an "Azzi menace" thing, like stay away from my girl, even if we aren't technically in a relationship.

2. Also, during that summer, Azzi was commenting flirty things on Paige's posts, and they were posting each other more. She made a whole post (on her main feed) for Paige’s ACL tear, nobody else did that.

3. Paige was also posting things like - "my girlfriend when she sees an old person sitting alone" and she posted a picture of a man holding a ton of flowers on a train, saying "what i'm trying to be like."

4. During games, Paige and Azzi were always sitting together, had some part of their bodies touching, and joking around. The way Caroline reacted to some of their interactions made it clear that something was happening too. Also, during first night, Paige was staring Azzi down. Could not keep her eyes off of her. Also, UConn students once Azzi came to UConn, Paige wasn’t seen out with girls as much, and that eventually stopped.

2023 | dating!

1. During 2023, we got some of the best content! Thank you ICE! The lives really gave us a peek at their relationship. AKA. Paige caught with her hands around Azzi's waist and Azzi caught with her hand on Paige's cheek (gays being gays). Also, they disappeared for a little bit. Probs made out in the bathroom (just sayin 😂). I think, Amari’s live was very telling too. Paige kept coming back to Azzi, leaning on her and playing games. Azzi’s “better not” comment when someone commented “Paige, someone’s going to take you out to breakfast.”

2. In the Sue Bird video, Paige and Azzi could not stop staring at each other. I know they hold good eye contact, but this felt different. It looked softer.

3. Paige cannot hide her expressions and got all nervous when seeing comments like - "Paige and Azzi go together real bad" and "Azzi and Nika with their boyfriends."

4. Azzi added a "P" for Paige to her family heart ornament. I would only do that if I was in a relationship with someone.

5. They basically flirted with each other all throughout the overtime podcast - "i'm not afraid of the dark... good because I am" and "we don't lock our door at night." Key word “OUR.” From my knowledge they weren’t roommates at this time 🙊

6. They were very touchy feely that summer. There was a 2v2 video from Azzis camp and Paige was all over Azzi. I think she also called Azzi babes - "shoot babes." Also, tim posted a video of them napping together and their legs were intertwined. I don't be doing that with my friends. Do you???

2024 | In a relationship/basically married! Small recap: final four hug, draft pics, cruise gate, Paige cheesing at her phone, Bueckers family cabin trip (Azzi was there), NYFW, US Open, Azzi flying to Montana for two days, Y'all's Kid (lowkey think they kissed in that live too), staring at each other at the mystics game, twinning at the Lynx game, Paige's mom spending Christmas with the Fudds. and so much more!

Just waiting for that launch!!! 🙏

[wandasgf]

Okay but what about g!p Nat getting r pregnant at a one night stand. R actually being yelenas best friend who always said her sister is off limits and told nat her friends are off limits. Nat being a player. But like a happy ending

KISS ME UNTIL MY LIPS FALL OFF mdni. 18+

pairings ; natasha romanoff + f ! reader (romantic), yelena belova + f ! reader (platonic), wanda maximoff + f ! reader (platonic)

summary ; you know you shouldn't, really you do, but there's just something about natasha that pulls you in and wraps an iron chain around your heart

warnings ; fade to black smut (i'm the worst, i know), natasha has a penis, unprotected sex, pregnancy, top ! natasha, bottom ! reader, tiny bit of angst, intoxication, morning sickness

wc ; 2.5k~

a/n ; i hope this is what you were looking for !! i got a liiiitle carried away with this i think. also this is not proofread ! (also, please do not use the term 'g!p', just say 'character with penis' please !)

“She is off limits, Natalia. I can see that look in your eyes, she’s too nice for you.”

“She is no good for you, Y/N. Don’t fall for her annoying charms.”

That is what Yelena had said to both of you, separately, of course, the first time you met her sister. For Natasha it was a thinly veiled threat and for you it was a warning– Natasha was no good, she would break your heart. 

That was about four years ago and while the two of you tried your best to respect Yelena’s wishes, you more so than Natasha, it was getting increasingly harder to deny the attraction you felt towards each other. You never wanted to cross Yelena’s boundaries, she was your best friend since you two were old enough to walk. A betrayal like that would shake your friendship in ways you didn’t want to think about. 

You understand that Yelena just wants the best for you, knowing of her sister’s habit of sleeping with girls only to leave them in the middle of the night and suddenly forget they exist, but there was just something that wouldn't stop tugging you towards Natasha. There was no denying her attractiveness, anyone with eyes could tell that the redhead was attractive, but it was the way she treated you that really had you weak in the knees. She was frustratingly charming and stupidly sweet. When Yelena was around to shoot daggers at her for her flirting, she claimed that she was just being friendly. 

“What’s wrong with being nice to a pretty girl, Lena?”

You two had shared more than a few tender moments alone, but nothing past a soft kiss and a quietly whispered ‘You know we can’t’ that always left Natasha wanting more of you. She knew you wanted to respect Yelena, she did, and she lov– liked you for how much you cared for her sister, but God, she wished you cared a little less. She wished you were a little more selfish, a little more willing to let her have you. 

Natasha doesn’t know when she developed actual feelings for you past physical attraction, and she’d rather not think about it, if she were being honest. It didn’t matter what she felt for you if she could never act on it, if it would make her feel rotten for acting on it, for crossing a boundary Yelena had set and you were trying your hardest to set yourself. So, she did what she’d been doing best for the past three years: slept with almost every girl that the only gay bar in Ohio had to offer. 

It’s not like the both of you hadn’t tried to move on, but nothing ever seemed to stick. None of the girls Natasha slept with made the burning hole in her chest ease its aching, and no one you ever tried to date could ever compare to Natasha. Even that pretty blonde pilot with the same type of dominating presence couldn’t tear your heart away from the Russian. You think you might have to try and erase Natasha from your memory, but even then you don’t think it would work. Your heart would still remember her. 

Too many drinks and Yelena’s birthday party is how you ended up here, in the one place you shouldn’t be. Natasha just looked so pretty tonight, even wearing something so simple as her usual leather jacket and black jeans, you finally just couldn’t contain yourself. You two are in the guest bedroom of Yelena’s apartment, Natasha’s hands gripping your waist as you grind against her lap, your hands tangled in her hair. 

This is the first time the two of you had gone past a soft kiss or a gentle hand brushing against each other. It’s been four years of torture, trying to deny each other of what you both wanted, and now that you have it, it doesn’t seem like either of you want to let go. Natasha had been a little shocked when you barged into the room she was occupying for the night, but who is she to deny you when you were all red cheeked and asking for her to please kiss you?

“Okay, okay. Slow down, sweetheart.” Natasha laughs, breathless as she pulls away from your lips, her hands stilling your hips. God, she wants to keep going, but she could taste the liquor on your lips, and the last thing she wanted to do was let you do something you’d regret. You try to chase her lips, a pout making its way onto your features, but she holds you back. 

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Just looking at you, Tasha.” You grumble, trying to press your lips to hers again. 

“Hey, hey, come on. Listen to me for a minute, okay?” She reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear and brushes her thumb across your cheek. The touch feels like electricity shooting through your body and you wish she would just stop trying to talk to you. Does she not want you like you want her?

“You know, once we do this there’s no going back, Y/N. You have to be sure, okay? Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please, Tasha, I want you. Don’t make me wait any longer, please.”

And, well, who is Natasha to say no to that?

It isn’t until Natasha sneaks out of the room at 4am to get a drink and she’s confronted with Yelena in the kitchen that she realizes what she’s done. Yelena has never told her that anyone is off limits besides you, and she can’t even keep it in her pants for one night? (She knows it’s been four years, but you’ve only approached her like this the one time.)

She tries to act like nothing is different, like she’s just grabbing some water, but Yelena raises an eyebrow at the difference in the air around her sister. She’s not as stupid as the two of you seem to think she is, she’s noticed the downright disgusting tension between the two of you and the horrible lovey dovey eyes her sister makes towards you. 

“You break her heart and I break your ribs. Got it?”

Natasha chokes on her water, she would’ve thought she’d be a little more concerned for her heart, but this is fine, “Got it.”

And then Yelena is walking out of the kitchen to go to her own room. On her birthday? You two just had to do it on her birthday? Unbelievable. 

Since that night, you and Natasha had gone on a couple of dates and you’ve been trying to spend as much time with each other as possible. You hadn’t slept with each other since, it was hard to find the right opportunity while she was staying with Yelena for the next month while her house was being renovated and your roommate Wanda always seemed to be at your apartment lately. 

About a week later you woke up feeling like something was off. You didn’t know what it was until your body was moving on its own accord and you found yourself rushing to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach. God, you hoped you weren’t getting sick. As you sat with your back leaning against the cool glass of the shower, you closed your eyes for a second before it hit you. 

Natasha didn’t wear a condom. 

Oh God, Natasha didn’t wear a condom. You scramble to get yourself up and brush your teeth before rushing out of the bathroom and tugging on a pair of sweatpants and an old college sweater of Natasha’s that she left a couple of nights ago. What time is it? You pat your pockets and then fish out your phone, 7:56am. Okay, the pharmacy should be open by the time you get there. 

This is fine, it’s probably nothing. You’re probably just sick, maybe you shouldn’t have eaten as much candy as you did, but Natasha was so happy to get you something you liked and you were really craving it. You tug on your shoes and you’re out the door and walking down the street in less than two minutes. 

The walk to the pharmacy is relatively short, you chose an apartment in the city, so nothing is more than a 15 minute walk. Your fingers tap against your thigh as you pick out one of the many options and you walk to the checkouts, but not before grabbing a chocolate bar. You’ve been really wanting one for days now, but that has nothing to do with this, you just like chocolate, that’s all. You groan, what are you even trying to do right now? Convince your subconscious that you’re not pregnant?

The walk back to your apartment seems like it takes forever and you don’t even need to drink a bunch of water because your nerves are making you feel like you’re going to piss your pants anyway. 

Wanda chooses the exact moment you start pacing in the bathroom to come out of her room, concealing a yawn behind her hand. “Y/N, why are you doing laps in the bathroom? If there’s a bug somewhere just kill it.”

“No, I’m not– there’s not a bug, Wands. I’m just…” You pause, fidgeting with the hem of your, well, Natasha’s sweatshirt, “I think I might be pregnant.”

A pause. 

“You think what?!”

“Don’t say that like that! It’s not a bad thing I think. I just– I just don’t know how Natasha will react.” You wrap your arms around yourself and deflate a little bit, just the idea of Natasha being upset has you acting like a kicked puppy.

Wanda softens and walks towards you, wrapping her arms around you in a hug, “I’m sure Natasha will react just fine. And if she doesn’t then that’s her problem, not yours.” You lean into her and let yourself relax for a minute. You hadn’t known Wanda for as long as Yelena, you only met in your freshman year of college, but you consider her one of your best friends. 

“Y/N… I think you should take a look.” Wanda had taken a quick peek at the test over your shoulder, and she squeezes you softly before pulling away. 

You turn around and try your hardest not to feel too scared. Either outcome is fine, right? 

Two lines. 

You were pregnant.

Tears start to prick at your eyes and you’re not sure why, but you find yourself turning and hiding yourself in Wanda’s arms, not able to stop yourself from crying. You only just started properly seeing Natasha, what if she hates you? What if she never wants to see you again? What if–

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay. She won’t hate you.”

Wanda’s soothing voice reaches your ears and you realize you must have been saying those things out loud. You nod against her chest and sniffle, trying to get yourself to stop crying. You had to tell Natasha, you have to get yourself ready and make yourself look presentable. 

Wanda helps you get ready, telling you soothing things every once in a while when you start to worry again, trying to reassure you that Natasha isn’t going to hate you. And, if anything, this is Natasha’s fault anyway, but she doesn’t say that part. She drives you to Yelena’s apartment where Natasha is staying for the time being and gives you a reassuring smile, saying she’ll be waiting right outside if you need her. But if you don’t come out in 15 minutes she’s leaving because she has to go open the bookstore for Darcy. 

You give her a weak nod and walk the now intimidating path up to Yelena’s apartment. You stand outside for a whole two minutes before getting the courage to knock. You knew Yelena wasn’t home and that it would be Natasha to answer the door. The blonde went to kickboxing every Saturday morning and wouldn’t be back for at least another hour. 

Natasha is a little surprised to see you standing outside her door at 8:30 in the morning, but then she takes in your slightly red eyes and still tear stained cheeks and she’s ushering you inside with an arm around your waist and a concerned look on her face.

“What’s the matter, baby? Are you hurt? What happened? Do you need me to call Yelena? What’s going on?” The words tumble from Natasha’s lips before she can stop them, the need to protect you and make sure you’re safe overpowering anything else she might have wanted to say. Like how cute you look in her sweater. 

You shake your head and suddenly there are tears in your eyes again and your bottom lip starts to wobble. “No, p–please don’t call Yelena. I just– I need to talk to you.” You’re trying not to cry again, but you don’t know how to say it. You don’t know how to break the news in a way that won’t destroy the only thing you’ve wanted for the last four years. 

The concern in Natasha’s eyes isn’t making this any easier as she takes you over to sit on the couch, sitting next to you and taking your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. “Alright, we can talk. You can talk to me. What’s going on, sweetheart?” 

“I-I…” Your fingers twitch nervously in her hands, “Natasha, I’m pregnant.” And the confession ruins any chance you had of stopping yourself from crying, afraid she’s going to push you away or yell at you or tell you to get out or–

Natasha’s eyes widen and her breathing stops for a moment, you’re pregnant? But you hadn’t slept together since– Oh. Oh. 

And then she snaps back to the present where you’re crying and she’s frozen like an idiot. And she’s gotta do something before you come to the wrong conclusion. This should be fine, though, right? She loves you, she can do this. She can do this, can’t she?

 “Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.” She speaks softly, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with her thumbs. She takes one look at your face and now she’s trying to keep the tears out of her own eyes. “Everything’s gonna be okay, yeah, baby? Everything’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna figure it out.” She brings your head towards her chest and wraps one arm around you while the other strokes your hair. You’re crying harder now, but you think maybe they might be relieved tears, happy ones, even? 

“We’re gonna figure it out.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Yeah, she can do this.