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princessbrunette · 2 months

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rafe wasn’t a big sweatpants wearer.

he liked to think of himself as matured, classy, reeking of money. sweatpants was something he associated with being a slob, lazing around, not getting off your ass and working. that didn’t mean he didn’t own a few pairs— you know, for sleeping, lounging, etcetera.

because of his dislike for the garment, you’d rarely see him in anything other than work slacks or kook-y board shorts, which is why when he brushed past you in the hallway of tanny-hill, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tshirt — you were lost for words.

“wh—where are you going?” you all but mewl, quietly padding behind him as he frantically searches the bowl placed on the chest by the door.

“uh, gotta run n’see barry— the fuck are my keys? you seen ‘em?” he stressed, itching his forehead as he thinks about where he might’ve left them.

“no, uhm… you’re going out dressed like that?” you ask.

grey sweatpants — a grown man’s lingerie. with each step rafe took, it became abundantly clear that he’d skipped out on boxers today, something he never did, true lazy-day style. his dick print hung heavy in the centre below the draw strings, thick and causing a bump in the soft fabric. he glances down at himself upon following your gaze and shrugs obviously.

“laundry day.” he stops his search to face you properly, eyeing you where you stand. “the hells with you, seem all out of it today.” his voice is low and tired, and you can’t help but bite down on your glossy bottom lip, stepping towards him. you say nothing, staring up at him— and he stares back, eyes vacant and lips parted. you stand on your tip-toes and kiss him.

he kissed back, albeit confused— and as soon as you pressed your body to his, feeling his bulge right on your tummy — something took over you. it wasn’t enough that you were ovulating, the sweatpants were making you feral.

you quickly pull away to sink to your knees, a hand stroking his hip bone as you start to leave kisses to his clothed cock, the meat of it instinctually hardening beneath your trained touch. he smirks for a moment in disbelief, watching the way you mouth at him — humming like you were the one being pleased.

“alright, hey— i get it. ‘think sarah’s home. you—you want her comin’ down the stairs n’seeing the shit? stand up, kid.” he reluctantly reprimands you, giving your jaw a firm little tap but you only whine and pull him closer— your open mouth breathing hot air onto his growing erectjon, flat of your tongue pressed to the soft fabric between loving kisses.

“s’okay dad just wanna give you kisses.” it comes out muffled, distracted, like you don’t actually know what you’re saying. he licks his lips irritably at you not listening, eyes fluttering before he grabs your jaw, pulling you up to stand.

“i said alright. easy, yeah?” he warns once he’s closer to eye level with you, still gripping your jaw. you grin, all slick-lipped and glassy eyed.

“can’t go out anymore daddy, not like that.” you point to his crotch, your mouth having darkened the light grey fabric all around his hardened bulge— making it obvious something had gone down. it was true, he couldn’t go out like that. barry was always looking for new things to tease rafe about, and this would be giving him perfect ammunition. he presses his lips together, nostrils flaring before he lets go of your face, the same hand reaching round to the back of you, grabbing the back of your little booty shorts and yanking, using the momentum to spin you suddenly to face the same way as him.

as soon as you’re facing the other way he slaps your ass, before prodding at your shoulder — signifying for you to walk toward the stairs. “shit, little brat. start walkin’, think you owe me something.”

you giggle, slowing your pace like you were gonna come back with another retort but he simply gives your shoulder another little shove — practically bullying you. “said go, didn’t i?”

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#rafe cameron prompt

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boydepartment · 4 months

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hot tea with honey- nishimura riki x reader

a/n: hi :3 this was requested from one of my anons <3 it was super cute and a nice write especially after one 8 page final essay and another 1.5 page essay so this was a nice breath of fresh air

warnings: fluff, they fall down a snowy hill lolz, reader described as cute and bubbly

MASTERLIST

wc- 400-550

you were absolutely positively not good with the cold. you loved winter though. you absolutely adored the snowflakes falling and watching it from inside

your boyfriend on the other hand, loved to go outside and play games.

so here you were looking at your boyfriend putting on his jacket and whipping around to look at you.

“y/n…. pleaaaaaaase just go take a walk with me!!! that’s it!”

you looked at him, “baby i don’t know… i’m really bad with the cold…” you mumbled and looked down at your feet. riki walked over to you, his boots making loud noise, with little jingles signaling he already had his keys on him. he cupped your face and made you look up at him.

“i pinky promise i will keep you warm.” how could you say no to him?

you felt yourself smile before rushing off to get your jacket and winter wear. you found your jacket, scarf, and boots and put them on quickly.

when you skipped back riki was already giggling and opening the door for you, after readjusting his your hat and scarf.

you guys walked along the river together swinging your hands back and forth. the snow stopped falling for a little bit and you could hear soft chatters from people farther away. distant cars and water from the river sloshing could be heard in the background too. the scene was peaceful, even if it was freezing.

“what was with the wild hair that made you want to go outside today?” you asked, looking up at your boyfriend. riki was extremely bundled up, he had his big hat and jacket on and you could see his breath through his mask. his boots still clinking against the cold pavement.

“hmmm i dunno…” riki’s eyes were crinkled meaning he was smiling.

you looked at him, “what? you’re smiling!” you lightly shoved him, giggling, “you’re thinking about something mischievous!”

riki looked down at you, “nothing your winter clothes are just cute.” he thought everything about you was bubbly.

you looked at him, “shut it- no way that’s what you were thinking!” you laughed and bumped into him again, riki was feeling mischievous and ‘pretended’ that he was falling- taking you down with him.

before you knew it you were being pulled down to the snow with him. falling down a small hill near the riverbank.

“riki!” you shrieked when you both stopped falling. he started laughing uncontrollably. you both laid in the snow, you on top of him.

“you are so…” you shook your fist back and forth before laughing. he was still laughing when he softly grabbed your fist and pulled down his mask so he could kiss your hand.

“your hands are so cold…” he mumbled, “i’m sorry i broke my pinky promise.” riki frowned, part of him did feel a little bad.

you looked at him with fake sympathy, “awww baby it’s okay…” you leaned down to kiss him, “i don’t blame you…”

but before your lips met, you grabbed a handful of snow and dropped it on his face before getting up and trying to run up the hill you both previously fell down.

riki sat up and watched you try to get up the hill. he started giggling and you whipped around.

“what??” your brows were furrowed and you put your hands on your hips.

he got up and started to help you up the hill, “nothing you’re just cute like i said. let’s get back inside, your hands are still freezing.” he smiled down at you and you kissed his lips softly before putting his mask up. grinning up at him, riki took a moment to process you. he felt his chest bubbling up, riki knew he was in love with you he just hadn’t told you yet. dating was one thing, but love! that made him nervous.

“yeah you owe me a hot drink now.” you spoke while riki was lost in thought.

“oh do i?” riki asked as you both started walking back, the snow started to fall softly again. landing in your hair where it peaked out of your hat.

you nodded, “i want a hot tea…” you perked up, “with honey!”

riki was grinning underneath his mask, he looked down at you, eyes full of love and adoration, “hot tea with honey… noted…”

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inevesgf · 2 months

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ROULETTE⠀,⠀ george clarke.

synopsis ✩ you film a drinking video with george and the arthurs, which results in you waking up in george’s bed the morning.

warnings: smut, drinking, drunk sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (receiving), hair pulling, afab!reader. basically just really hot and heavy, desperate sex..

authors note: first smut i have wrote in awhileee… hope this satisfies all of you thirsty george girls and anon who requested this. xx

usually when arthur asked you to film a stupid drinking video for his channel , you declined — the idea of going to a random city to get drunk just didn’t seem fun to you. every time arthur hill, arthur and george went out to film one of those videos, they’d always try to coax you into coming. ‘it’ll be fun’ or ‘i’ll pay for your drinks’ just never seemed to work on you — except for this time.

the past few weeks had been rough for you and you desperately prayed for a pick me up. unfortunately, the pick me up the universe handed to you was in the form of arthur hill. with less begging than usual, he had finally persuaded you into being in one of his platform roulette videos. your only motivation to do this was really just to get out of the house. you knew you would stay in the slump you were in if you didn’t do something about it. obviously drinking was not a way to get out of a low point, but being around friends was — at least you weren’t drinking alone.

the night had concluded after an escape room, loud pub karaoke and lots and lots of drinks. you weren’t completely wasted; a slight buzz from the alcohol lingered on you. the mascara smeared lightly on your cheeks from sweating and the smell of guinness on your lips hinted at your intoxication to those near you. when the train pulled up to the station yourself, george and the arthur’s stumbled in, picking an area to nicely pack the four of you into. as george sat in the window seat, you slid in next to him, the warmth of his body next to yours keeping you warm from the cold uk air. arthur was completely trashed as he laid his head against the train window on the seat opposite of you — this action enough to get a laugh out of everyone. “are you okay, bud?” george chuckled, looking over at you drunkenly to share the laugh. arthur did not say anything, he just groaned, closing his eyes. the poor guy was miserable — after loosing a lot of forfeits he had had more drinks than anyone. it made you think about the consequences to your actions. you had fun that night, but the hangover that was sure to come to you the next morning cancelled that out. “dont remind me that i’m going to be absolutely dead tomorrow morning,” you spoke, “this is all your fault, arthur — if the hangover kills me tell everyone arthur did it.” george laughed at your words, lifting his arm up and slinging it around your shoulder. a blush crept onto your face, the alcohol making your thoughts drift somewhere they shouldn’t be. “maybe you spend the night at mine?” george’s words were unsure, the alcohol barely giving him and confidence. “i can take care of you.” there was something so sensual about the way he said it, making a pit of anxiety grow in your stomach.

you had spent most of the night eyeing george. there was something about him that evening; the way his hair laid messy on his head, his smile when he laughed at something funny; that was so captivating to you. even in your sober moments, you couldn’t help but admire him sometimes. the words he spoke sent a shiver down your spine and you could see arthur(tv) smirking in your direction — the words george spoke seemingly catching his attention. “if i won’t be a bother,” you were reluctant, which made george nod. “not at all — your company would be nice.” you shot a drunken smile over at him, a haze of tiredness coming over you as the alcohol caught up.

after a long day of being out with george and the arthurs, you had finally reached a place to relax. after parting with the others, you and george took your time walking to his flat, which was only a few blocks away from the station. upon entering his flat, you sighed, exhausted. george laughed at you, causing you to raise a brow in confusion. “you have mascara all over your cheeks.” as he spoke you recalled examining your face in a pub bathroom, smeared mascara under your eyes from sweating it off. “oops.” was all you muttered out, a small laugh escaping your lips as you did. “cmon,” george spoke, taking your hand as he pulled you away from the door, “lets get you cleaned up.” you held on to his hand reluctantly as he pulled you over to the bathroom. “sit up on the cabinet.” george smiled over at you as you tiredly entered the bathroom. you slowly pulled yourself onto the cabinet, letting your legs dangle over the edge. you swung your legs back and forth, patiently waiting as george stumbled into the other room. he entered back quickly, a small towel in his hand as he got it wet in the sink. “close your eyes.” george spoke as you closed them in response. he dabbed the wet towel on your cheeks, erasing the smeared mascara from them with a satisfied hum. the warmth of the towel on your face woke you up from your once sleepy state. “thank you.” a drunken smile plastered itself on your face. george smiled, locking his gaze onto you. time seemed to go by so slow and after long seconds passed you had gathered the silence around you. “are you okay, george? you’re awfully quiet.” all he could do in response was let out a nervous chuckle. “you’re just gorgeous,” his words made your heart beat fast in your chest, a pink flush bringing itself to your cheeks, “i know im drunk right now, but god.” george let out a loud breath, making your spine tingle as a smile crept onto your face.

before your brain could catch up with your actions; before you could stop yourself; you found yourself leaning into george’s touch. lips pressed together softly as you snaked your arms around george’s neck, letting yourself melt into him. without liquid courage, you knew you wouldn’t have the confidence to do this; this reality would linger as a fantasy in your head. george, without being intoxicated, would never had had the courage to let his lips dance against yours in return — in that moment all his anxiety faded away. you wrapped your legs around george’s waist, tugging him closer, his body now pressed up against the bathroom cabinet and between your legs. george allowed himself to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue tangle in yours as his arms found themselves around your waist. your heart pounded in your chest; the rhythm matching the slick kisses george laid upon your lips. you let your hands travel from george’s neck to his chest, tracing what you could feel of his abs through his tee. his breath hitched, interrupting the rhythm of your kiss before he resumed his once harmonic pattern on yours lips. george’s hands traveled from your waist to your thighs, letting himself massage them slightly as his lips escaped from yours. he placed his lips upon your neck, leaving small kisses which caused you to gasp as he found your sweet spot. george allowed himself to suck slightly at the spot, eliciting a soft moan from you as he was sure to leave a mark on your neck.

your hands traveled back up george body and to his hair, your fingers tangling in his light curls as you tugged a little from the pleasure. the action made george groan softly against your neck, giving him more courage to advance the moment. he pulled away slowly, letting his eyes lock onto yours again. placing his hands at the hem on your black dress, he spoke, this time his tone more husky — sexy — “may i?” an eager nod was what he earned from you as he began to roll up your dress, revealing himself to you in your underwear. george wasted no time before he put himself on to his knees, peppering kisses on your thighs which made you shutter. you ached under the fabric of your underwear, a thin layer only separating george and the area of you that craved him most. with a slow, teasing manner, george began to rid you of your underwear, placing them onto the side. you spread your legs slowly, revealing yourself to george in an eager, yet shy manner. you could tell george was as impatient as you were; his eyes studied your body conscientiously as rough breaths escaped his lips. george placed his head in between your thighs, his tongue licking onto your clit like it had danced along your tongue. you shuttered, a little whine escaping your lips as he let his tongue travel around your sensitive spots, sucking down onto your bud. a ragged moan escaped your lips, causing your toes to curl as shivers traveled up and down your body. george took his time teasing at your clit, letting his tongue run circles along it. it didn’t take long of george’s actions before you began to feel a clutter in your stomach, the high close as you arched your hips into george’s tongue. before you could finish, george removed his lips from your sweet spot, the loss of the feeling making your eager for more.

a pant escaped your lips as george returned his head up to your level, your slick glistening on his lips. you scanned george’s body, your interests peaking as you spotted the tent that had formed under his slacks. george missed his body on yours as he was quick to return it. placing his lips back onto yours, you hummed as you could feel the heat on his lips from your body. george’s hands traveled down to his belt, struggling to unfasten it as he left his lips locked on yours. once he had gotten it off, he rid himself of his slacks, allowing them to fall to the floor around his ankles. now feeling more comfortable in your state, you roamed your hands down to his boxers, letting your hands palm onto his hard on which elicited a moan from george. this action alerted george of how bad you wanted him; how much your sweet spot craved his attention again. george’s hands returned to the hem of your dress, breaking the kiss for a small second to slip it off over your head and on to the floor. you spread your legs again, revealing your wet core to george as he finally freed himself from his boxers. the tension between you two was heavy; george could barely contain himself from thrusting into you hardly. letting the tip of his cock tease against your folds, george lined himself up with you before slowly sliding in. a moan escaped your lips as you pulled george closer with your legs, letting his cock slip deeper into you as you did. again, your hands found yourself tangled in george’s hair, pulling at his curls as you physically begged for more. george thrusted into you almost rhythmically as his eyes studied your face, his lips laying a gap from pleasure. your head rolled back as you laid it against the mirror, sounds of delectation escaping your lips as he fucked into you. with each sloppy thrust, george’s pace grew faster, shooting the feeling of delight through your body. as one hand wrapped itself around your thigh, the others fingers found themselves on your clit, rubbing soft circles around your core. “does that feel good?” he breathed out, a teasing tone you had never heard from george spoke. you bit your lip, holding in loud moans as you nodded. “yes — so good.” you panted out, your mouth staying open in awe. you were overwhelmed with pleasure, soft whines escaping your lips as he payed focus to your clit. his thrusts grew disorganized, signaling he was coming to an end as his fingers danced faster against you. the familiar clutter found itself forming in your stomach again as you reached your high, tensing yourself around george as you finished. seconds later george found himself reaching that same high as he pulled out, decorating his cum along yours thighs. you took time to recollect yourself, fast breaths still escaping your lips as your skin glistened from sweat. george was dumbfounded, his lips still laid open, collecting the pleasure he had just ensued. coming down upon yours, george laid another kiss on your lips, making you feel cozy against his once desperate touch.

the next morning you woke up tangled in his sheets, no clothes, as you remembered the previous nights events more than you expected too. a sleepy, yet awake george laid next to you, a soft smile forming on his lips once he noticed you had woke. you returned the smile, greeting george with a ‘good morning’ as the sun pooled from the window, illuminating your face. “can we do that again sometime?” george spoke, last nights confidence still prominent. you let out a laugh, a reluctant one at that, “please.” was all you chuckled out as you let your body lay onto george’s. george placed his hand on your jaw, turning your head slightly to expose the side of your neck. a chuckle escaped his lips, “well, hope you can cover that up — we’ve gottta film today.” george winked, memories of the loving bruises he had left on your neck coming back to you. you were sure to relive this night with george again; your skin already missing the feeling of his on yours.

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 month

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the outsiders musical by moneymint/ @holymint and pimppumpkin (me)

[Intro]

Woah woahhhhhhhhhh

Story of ponyboy

Natures first green is gold

Her hardest hue to hold

So dawn down to day

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

[Verse 1]

From the movie house, walkin home

Got jumped by Socs for walkin alone

Cut by rich shots,,,,want me dead want me to rot

Gang saves me I’m taken to the drive in, and I meet up with soc girl cherry valence, Leaves us alone, but I see their men approach

[Pre-chorus]

Should they be pacifists? Or will they use their fists?

Their feelin evil think they’ll harm us all.

[Chorus]

They’re homicidal and they’ve got a taste

They want to wipe out the greaser race (woah-oh-oh)

I’ve got no parents, they’ve got to resolve

Johnny slaughters their poor leader, Bob

[Bridge]

Natures first green is gold

Her hardest hue to hold

So dawn goes to day

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

[Verse 2]

We run to Dally, planning to run away

And he tells us about a place we can stay

We’re not okay, We’re in complete disarray.

A week goes by, in this dirty church

Hiding out from the cops on this hill perch, my insided churned…..Dally tells us Cherry’s turned

[Pre-chorus]

What about his brothers? They’re worried sick, I’m feeling regretfull think I’ll turn myself in

[Chorus]

They’re homicidal, and they’ve got a taste

They want to wipe out the greaser race (woah-oh-oh)

I’ve got no parents, they’ve got to resolve

Johnny slaughtered their poor leader,Bob

[Bridge]

Burnt church,fallen beam, falling apart at the seams, rumble fight, all blues, me and my friends front page news.

Johnny cade dies,tells me to stay gold

Dally runs out,unloaded gun his hand holds.

Convenience store,robbed with cops on the chase.

Dally got his way.

“DONT SHOOT HES JUST A KID”

[Chorus]

They’re homicidal and they got a taste

They want to wipe out the greaser race (woah-oh-oh)

I’ve got no parents they’ve got no resolve

Johnny slaughtered their poor leader Bob.

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #angela shepard #darry curtis #darrel curtis #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #twobit mathews #johnny cade #steve randle #the outsiders

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rangers-arecool · 6 months

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@swordoaths :: fili | reply to this ::

Even though she had relaxed slightly, the haunted wariness never left her features. She offered both brothers a faint quirk of her lips, a silent acceptance of Kili’s apology. The Dwarves weren't a threat, she knew that. But nightmares and four years of barely sleeping in the North Downs, had made her a very light sleeper- when she tried getting any at all that was.

Hal squeezed Bilbo’s shoulder gently, easing his internal conflict. It wasn’t a surprise that the Hobbit wanted to stay near someone he actually knew but at the same time, he was battling the need of being a good Host. The squeeze told him that she wasn’t going anywhere and he disappeared into the kitchen.

The quiet young woman turned her attention back to Fili and she nodded slightly at his words. “If he doesn’t appear with the others, I’ll track him down. The Shire is confusing to those unused to it.” The Iron Hills meant Dain Ironfoot; Lord of the Iron Dwarves and Thorin’s cousin. Although she had a suspicion that no one else would be helping, Hal didn’t say anything and let him shift the subject.

“I’m not here as part of your Uncle's company, Fili. I was dropping something off to another Ranger in the Shire and Bilbo offered me a place to stay for the night, before I head for Laketown.” Then she side eyed the older Dwarf Prince with a blank look. “However I am aware of the reason why you are here… which is more than what I can say for our host. Bilbo didn't know. He only found out that your kin were coming because I recognised the rune on the door."

#swordoaths :: fili #~/ i will always answer the call \~ :: hal #this is absolutely fine!#apologies for the late response #*|* we were all young once *|* :: a new ranger #*|* when a hobbit goes a walkin' with 13 dwarves & a wizard *|* :: the hobbit #*|* home to green rolling hills and hobbits *|* :: shire

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rangers-are-cool-moved · 1 year

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For: Bilbo :: @respectablebaggins Specified Muse: Hal Verse: Hobbit :: An Unexpected Journey au

"You've grown since I saw you last."

Well. It was a greeting. Although possibly not one that the Thain's better half agreed on, given the rather pointed look being sent his way. A look that softened slightly at the faint half smile that touched the weary Ranger's features briefly. But it didn't stay softened for long, much to Fortinbras' misfortune.

"In more ways than one." Hal agreed quietly, shifting slightly under twin sharp looks at their words. The Hobbits weren't a race that trusted outsiders easily but that had never been a problem when it came to the gender-fluid 20 year old. "Do you know if Master Baggins is home this afternoon?"

"He is. Although... Gandalf the Grey came through earlier and now there's some kind of Rune on the door to Bag End. Could you check it, please?"

The young Ranger tilted their head at the odd, coming from a Hobbit at least, request and nodded. Fortinbras wasn't one to ask for outside help, which meant no one actually recognised the Rune. "I'll go take a look. And send Bilbo your way if he gets annoyed." Hal grinned slightly at the resulting sigh from the Took and Lalia's laughter as they left the Great Smials.

Walking the distance between Tuckborough where the Thain lived and Bag End near Hobbiton was never going to be an issue. Not for someone who had grown used to walking far longer distances as a child. And there were very few small folk on the roads, who didn't recognise them. So greetings were everywhere that day, given that it was Market day in Hobbiton.

The newly painted white Rune stood out like a beacon against the green front door. Hal didn't need longer than a glance to recognise it and they sighed, since there was only a handful of Hobbits would know a Dwarf rune at first sight. A certain grey wizard on the other hand...

A moment later, they knocked and then stood back to wait for Bilbo to answer.

#respectablebaggins #~/ i will always answer the call :: hal \~#*|* we were all young once *|* :: a new ranger #*|* we help where we can/ even if it means death *|* :: ranger mission #...whoospie #sorry for the length xD #*|* when a hobbit goes a walkin' with 13 dwarves & a wizard *|* :: the hobbit #*|* home to green rolling hills and hobbits *|* :: shire #got lost along the old forest road :: queue

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jungle-angel · 3 months

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LISTEN LISTEN 🗣️🗣️I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan is SO ABSOLUTELY Rhett Abbott having a fight with you and making up CODED i need someone to write this so bad

OH GOD NONNY!!!!! I am so sorry that this is so late in coming but the squeak I had let out when I saw this!!

It had been a long week for both you and Rhett. He felt terrible about the fight you two had gotten into one night, a simple mistake really, but one that you didn't wish to make again. Tensions in the house were already high and everybody was on their last nerve, the stress of getting your home built up in Bozeman and the stress of getting all the paperwork in so that you and Rhett would have legal custody of Amy.

You sniffed away the tears, your hands buried in your face even as Pongo, your beloved Dalmatian whined and licked your face. Perdita wasn't too far behind him either, settling in beside you with her head in your lap.

You turned every thought over in your head as you watched the gorgeous sunset of early spring, the days much warmer and much lighter now, listening for the little baby monitor on the porch just in case Amy started crying.

God why does this shit have to be so fucking hard.......?! You thought.

Why did it? It shouldn't have been that hard and yet it was. You wiped away the tears from your stinging, reddened eyes, watching the hills with every hope that your husband would come back. You heard the storm door on the porch hiss and click shut along with the clunk of your father-in-law's boots.

"Hey sweetheart," Royal said, seating himself beside you. "Ya'll ok?"

"I dunno Roy," you croaked. "I'm so sorry for whatever happened......."

""Don't you dare be sorry (y/n)," Royal told you. "This ain't your fault. There's just alot of tension in the house right now and us Abbott men tend to let it get the better of us."

You nodded as Royal handed you a mason jar full of his homemade spiked apple cider. It was so smooth you couldn't even taste the alcohol in it.

"Why does shit have to be this hard?" you croaked.

"Sometimes shit gets hard so that we can appreciate life more," Royal mused. "I know it sounds fucked up, but if ya'll go through life expectin everything to be handed to ya then what's really the point of it all?"

"You think so?"

"Not a doubt honey," Royal answered. "S'a real harsh lesson to learn. My Ma and my Pa learned that the hard way too and so didn't I. Ya'll should've heard the stories from when Cece and I were startin out."

"That bad?"

"Her temper got real hot one night after her younger brother stole money from her," Royal said with a chuckle. "She thought I was him walkin through that door and chucked a kitchen knife right at me."

You suddenly laughed through your tears as Royal went into detail about his and Cecelia's younger years, just starting out on the ranch as a young married couple with no idea of what the fuck they were doing. Deep down you felt better, but a nervous pang welled in your chest when you saw the familiar sight of Rhett's truck pulling up the gravel driveway. You saw Pongo and Perdita bounding down the steps to go and greet Rhett as he pulled out a bag from the back containing his and Royal's dinner orders from The Handsome Gambler.

"All good Dad?" he asked.

"Yeah just sharin a before dinner drink with (y/n)," Royal explained. "You free tomorrow or no?"

"I've got some stuff goin on," Rhett answered, running a hand through his hair. "Chester needs some help down at the farm across the street from the school."

"Alright, just curious, that's all," Royal said with a shrug. "Here, I've gotta go in and help your Ma with the laundry for a few."

Royal disappeared inside, leaving the two of you alone on the porch. Rhett quickly noticed the look on your face and tilted your chin so that your gazes met.

"Baby I am so, so sorry," he apologized, his voice croaking a little.

"Rhett, it was my fault, I made a mistake and....."

Rhett quickly drew you into his arms and pressed a heated kiss to your lips. "Hey," he said. "We both made a dumb mistake and we own up to it. Ya'll know I'll never walk out and leave you right?"

You nodded, the tears starting again.

You and Rhett sat on those steps for what felt like forever, nearly forgetting that dinner was waiting. You, Rhett, Royal and Cecelia all sat out on the porch and ate together, all of you listening just in case Amy woke up. Rhett curled his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your lips, the lingering taste of a cheeseburger still on his lips and the both of you closer than ever.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #amy abbott #outer range

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kemetic-dreams · 1 year

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“Pianist, singer and songwriter Antoine “Fats” Domino was born in New Orleans LA, in the lower ninth ward on February 26, 1928.”

“Fats is known for his chart topping hits: Aint That A Shame, Blueberry Hill and I'm Walkin'. Fats' unique piano style and voice would later attract millions from all over the world and result in a career spanning more than five decades, more than 25 gold singles and more than 65 million records sold.

Fats and his wife, Rosemary Hall, (pictured above) were married more than 60 years and had eight children. Fats died on Oct. 24, 2017. He was 89

#fatspii #fatshion #fat #fats #antonie domino #blueberry hill #rosemary hall #new orleans #grand piano #kemetic dreams #african #african american

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catszu · 16 days

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Writing Random Prompts Until I Improve Pt. 2

Prompt: Two people lost in a forest

Atsumu watches the twig underneath Sakusa’s foot snap with a satisfying crunch.

“We’re definitely lost.” He says, shoving his hands deep within the pockets of his gym shorts. His legs itch where they’ve been rubbed by the various plant life on the overgrown trail. They’ve been out here for hours at this point. Far longer than they should have been. However, neither of them wanted to admit that they fucked up, so here they are, walking in the direction that they think the campsite is in.

“We are not lost.” Sakusa huffs. “The campsite is just down the mountain, how can we be lost if we just need to walk down.” He points in the vague direction of the slope of the hill they’re on.

Atsumu eyes him skeptically from his position next to him. “I don’t know how we managed it, Omi. I jus’ know that we did.”

Sakusa’s face pinches in displeasure. “We did not.”

“We absolutely did.” He insists.

They stand at an impasse, surrounded by nature that was supposed to help them bond, staring hatefully at one another.

Ever since Sakusa fucking Kiyoomi joined the Jackals last month, they fought like cats and dogs. Atsumu was having a great time, he always took immense pleasure from driving that stony expression on Sakusa’s face to something a little more unhinged. And Sakusa, the bastard, gave as much as he got. It didn’t have to make sense to everyone, just them.

The rest of the team just didn’t understand their dynamic. They’ve known each other for years and have been frenemies ever since.

So what if they fought, it was their thing. And if they made out against the cool metal of the lockers until their lips were bruised, that was their business. Although the team didn’t know that minor detail. Captain Meian tiredly explained that their little tiffs were driving the team mad and they couldn’t take it anymore. They sent both him and Sakusa on this rapport building hike to “inspire good sportsmanship.”

It was a load of shit but also, he’d take a good excuse to get Sakusa alone and kiss that prissy pout right of his lips.

That is pretty much what Atsumu was running with until about an hour ago when the exploring stopped being fun and Sakusa’s pouty lips started to get a little less cute.

Atsumu sighs, watching Sakusa continue to make long strides down the slope. “We’ve been walkin’ down fer hours Omi-Omi. I don’ think yer ingenious plan is workin’.”

Atsumu is right, he knows that he is. They walked this direction for so long now that his feet are aching and he’s pretty sure there are insects crawling in places they absolutely shouldn’t. Yet, they still haven’t made it back to their team. However, Sakusa favors ignoring him and continues to walk mindlessly in the same direction as before.

Atsumu hustles his pace to catch up and grabs Sakusa by one of his arms, slick with sweat. “Omi,” he pleads. “Ya’ve got ta listen ta me.” Atsumu watches the perspiration on the back of Sakusa’s neck bead and trail down into the collar of his shirt. “It’s dangerous ta be out here for much longer.” He squeezes the pale arm that he’s holding. “We need help. Or a real plan! But ya can’t keep draggin’ us farther away from where we started.”

Sakusa swivels around, eyes narrowing in a chilling glare. “What do you suppose we do, Miya? Our phones are fucking dead and there’s no one else for miles but us. Who the hell do you think is going to help us? God?”

Atsumu blinks. “That’d be real nice but I don’t think that particular one likes the gays.”

“Clearly.” Sakusa nods. “I wouldn’t be stuck in a fucking forest with you of all people if god gave an iota of a shit about me.”

“I think ‘m the best person ta be stuck with ya right now. Imagine Hinata or Bokuto.” Atsumu gets shivers just thinking about it. Sakusa may leave the forest, but his two brothers in chaos would be buried here.

His attempt at comforting Sakusa falls flat as he withers under the unimpressed silence he receives in return.

Well then.

Ever the optimist, Atsumu pushes past him. “We should just make a camp and stick it out. It’ll get dark soon and I don’t think ya want ta be trying ta walk around a dark forest.”

“Make a camp out of what? Twigs?” Sakusa asks, incredulous. “Shall we make a bed out of these dried crunchy leaves and feast on the weeds?”

Atsumu waggles his fingers at him and smiles. “Now yer talkin’.”

Sakusa's frown deepens. “I hate you. I really do.”

He rolls his eyes, surveying the area for something to start building shelter with. He was a boy scout for 3 days with ‘Samu when he was 9. He learned some things. “Ya only have me with ya right now. Would it kill ya to make nice for a second?” Atsumu asks while he wrangles some large and flat leaves from their stem. He puts them in a small pile and looks at Sakusa standing behind him with limp arms and a sour face.

“Ya could make yerself useful and try to find somethin’ ta start a fire with.”

Sakusa’s face seemed to drop more, falling into a would-be-cute-if-not-for-the-circumstance pout. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking for, Atsumu.” He whines, or at least Atsumu imagines that’s what a whine would sound like from someone as prideful as Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Ah, he forgot. Sakusa is a city boy through and through. “Fine, bastard. Why don’t ya sit on that log over there and just look pretty. Don’t ya worry ‘bout it. I’ll do everythin’.” He gestures to the stump across from him.

Sakusa sits with a petulant huff and crosses his legs delicately one over the other. He always sat so pretty even when he had dirt smudged across his forehead and his clothes are drenched in sweat.

It was annoying.

Atsumu loved it.

He grit his teeth and got to work, with all the knowledge of a nine year old boy scout that was forced to be there by his tired mother. He remembers almost nothing but Sakusa seems to put faith in him as he watches Atsumu work from his place on the stump. For some reason, it makes Atsumu want to try harder. He knows that Sakusa is uncomfortable, ridiculously so. He’s extremely impressed that Sakusa has withheld his complaints about it for as long as he did. However, it looks like it wasn’t going to last, if his constant shifting meant anything.

An uncomfortable Sakusa Kiyoomi was worse than an angry one because at least when he was angry, Sakusa made it clear. When he was uncomfortable and scared, he was frighteningly silent. They passed the time in utter silence, their only company the faint noises of the wildlife around them.

He’s so focused that he nearly misses Sakusa when he speaks.

“What if no one finds us?”

It’s a scary thought and Sakusa’s sorrowful whisper made it even worse. Atsumu pauses what he’s doing, turning his entire body to face him.

He looks okay. Albeit, uncomfortable. But physically, he doesn’t look all that different from how he usually does. If it wasn’t for the master class he’s taken in all that is Sakusa Kiyoomi since he was 15, he probably wouldn’t notice it at all. But he did. And it broke his heart.

Sakusa’s eyes are slightly wide as he takes in their rapidly darkening surroundings. His eyes flick from one spot to another, unable to stay still. His hands, which are delicately folded in his lap, are shaking like a leaf, his knuckles white from the pressure he’s putting on them to keep them still. It’s pointless. He trembles anyway, his whole entire body is. He could be cold, with the sweat drying on his skin, but Atsumu knows that he isn’t. He knows that isn’t what this is.

Atsumu stands, dusting the dirt off his knees and then wiping them on his soiled clothes. He walks until he’s standing directly in front of Sakusa, who doesn’t look up. He crouches down, becoming eye level with Sakusa’s wobbling chin.

Atsumu’s heart pangs inside his chest. “Hey. Hey.” he coos. “Ya think no one cares where we are?” He wraps a single tanned hand around the top of Sakusa’s and runs soothing circles over the mole placed directly in the middle of his hand. “Havin’ a twin brother has some perks ya know? I hate ‘im but somehow he always knows when I need ‘im the most. And I do. I really do right now, so I know he knows.” Atsumu squeezes the cold, pale hand. “Even if he doesn’t, we’ve got other people too, yeah? I won’t let ya die here, Kiyoomi. I promise.”

Sakusa takes a trembling breath, a wet laugh escaping him. “You really think your twin telepathy will save us?”

“Don’t ya dare knock it when it’ll be the reason we’re out of this hellscape.”

There’s a distant howl in the background. It sounded far but it was still enough to make them both jump. He was starting to panic too but he wouldn’t show it, not when the man in front of him looked two seconds away from tears. Sakusa’s eyes sparkled in the dim light and when he squeezed his eyes shut, Atsumu saw one small tear roll down his cheek.

Something cracks inside of him, flooding him with warmth. He gathers Sakusa’s face between his palms, squishing his pale cheeks together. “We’re gonna be okay.” He promises. He keeps his voice as steady and even as possible. “Nothin’ is gonna happen to us, it’s probably just a bird.” He lies, Sakusa is looking at him with desperation in his eyes, hanging on to every absurd word that he’s saying. And Atsumu, he’s not really sure what he’s saying, just that he can’t stop talking because it’s the only thing keeping Sakusa together.

Sakusa hiccups, a sob shaking through him. “I’m scared, Atsumu.”

Atsumu kisses Sakusa’s wobbling bottom lip. His knees hurt where they dig into the rocks on the ground, and he’s pretty sure that he’s losing feeling in his toes. He’s cold and exhausted. But it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. Atsumu presses more gentle kisses into the skin around Sakusa’s mouth, one after the other. He moves his hands from Sakusa’s lap to his arms, rubbing soothing circles into the delicate skin of his arms. Atsumu nudges him forward and Sakusa follows eagerly until he’s settled directly in Atsumu’s lap.

It’s a little absurd, Sakusa is huge. But he’s an even bigger baby so Atsumu doesn’t really mind all that much. He holds him and rocks them both slightly. Sakusa buries his face in Atsumu’s neck and they both don’t say a word.

It gets darker. Soon, they’re completely encompassed with only the faint light of the moon glowing above them. Atsumu admires it. At home, all the way in Hyogo, he could see the stars every single night from his backyard. He spent hours and hours in their treehouse with Osamu and at one point, Atsumu knew the names of every single constellation.

After moving to the city. he’s since forgotten them. But he wonders if he did remember any at all, would some be the same as he’s looking at now?

“Hey, Omi.”

Sakusa merely hums against the skin of his neck in acknowledgement and Atsumu has to suppress the urge to hunch his shoulders from how much it tickled. “The stars are real pretty right now,” he says, rubbing Sakusa’s back. “I think ya should look at ‘em with me.”

He feels him raise his head, his dark curls grazing against Atsumu’s jaw as he looks up. Atsumu has always thought that Sakusa was beautiful, even when he was a gangly high schooler with bad fashion sense. Up close, Atsumu thinks he’s breathtaking.

He asks before he can think twice about it. “Wanna go on a date with me?”

Sakusa blinks, eyes still trained upwards at the sky before he slowly lowers his gaze, leveling Atsumu with those unnerving dark eyes. Atsumu doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. He just stares back, meeting Sakusa exactly where he is.

“You don’t have to ask me that.” he says, eying Atsumu with a confused glare. “We’re literally already dating, we go out all the time and you have never asked.”

Atsumu wheezes. “What? Since when have we–I never–when did we?” he stumbles over his own words. He can feel his brain melting as the gears turn rapidly in his brain.

Sakusa looks affronted. “What do you mean when? Since we kissed. For the first time.” He raises a brow as Atsumu continues to stare at him. “In the locker rooms?”

Atsumu just gapes at him. He wishes he could do literally anything else but he can’t. He’s been dating Sakusa Kiyoomi this entire time and didn’t know?!

Sakusa seems to catch on. “Oh my god.” He whispers, covering his mouth with one of his thin hands. He scrambles to get out of Atsumu’s lap, shoving his bony elbows into Atsumu’s sternum.

Words finally come to him. “Noooo. NO. Wait a damn minute–Ow!” Atsumu tries and fails to wrangle an extraordinarily uncooperative, curly-headed sea urchin back into his lap. Sakusa is mumbling to himself and Atsumu can tell that the tips of his ears are red, even in complete darkness. Atsumu is laughing and he shouldn’t be because he is just so cute and Atsumu is so unbelievably happy.

“Omi-Omi. Baby.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“It’s not a big deal!” Atsumu tries, sitting up to follow Sakusa.

“Not that–” Sakusa scoffs. “Not that big of a deal?” He asks.

“It’ll be funny, eventually”

“How did you not know?!” Sakusa cries, “I don’t let anyone touch me. Ever. Suddenly we are making out against the locker rooms and you think it’s just casual?” He looks alarmed for a moment and then wounded. “Have you–oh god. Have you been sleeping with other people?”

Atsumu chokes. “Wha–”

“Oh my god.” Sakusa sits directly on the forest floor. “Oh god. I think I might actually be sick.”

“What the fuck? What the fu–NO” He shouts. Atsumu shuffles towards Sakusa. “Omi. Kiyoomi. My Omi-Omi, I have not touched a single hair on another person’s head since bein’ with ya. I swear!”

He wouldn’t even want to. He’s waited for Sakusa since they were 15 years old. He would have waited even longer but it appears he never needed to. Atsumu swipes a hand through his hair. “Ya really gotta work on yer communication skills, Omi. Jesus. How was I s’posed to know how ya felt if ya don’ tell me?”

“I suppose that’s true.” Sakusa relents. “How embarrassing.”

Atsumu laughs and laughs. Eventually Sakusa does too. Though, his laughter is breathy and low while Atsumu’s laughter is always loud and bright. He likes the contrast of them, Omi has always been his opposite in everything, even the physical. He likes them just fine that way. Not everyone gets them and maybe they bicker more than they should, but Atsumu thinks they’re perfect.

Just like this.

Suddenly, light floods in between them, swinging back and forth before the sound of boots crunching on the dried leaves rings out.

“Miya? Sakusa? Is that you?”

Atsumu can’t make out who’s talking to them before they call out again. “Hey, guys! I found them!”

A blanket is being wrapped around his shoulders and Atsumu watches as the entire team rushes forward. Bokuto and Hinata are crying and he thinks that Inunaki might be as well. There’s also several forest rangers with industrial flashlights pointed at Atsumu’s makeshift shelter.

“Boy scouts.” He says weakly, laughing a little.

They do make it down the mountain and Meian (the one who found them after hearing them laugh) apologized profusely the entire way down. Atsumu gave him shit the entire time, but the truth of it was that he didn’t mind at all.

He went into the forest without a boyfriend and came back with one. So in his books, it was pretty alright.

#haikyuu!!#sakuatsu #writing prompt #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #writer stuff #creative writing #sakuastu

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mermaidinthecity · 1 year

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In Jesus Christ, the truth is found. He'll keep our feet on solid ground. Sometimes we have to just believe what he put in the book for us to read. Satan you can't fool this girl. My lord overcame this world. And I'm walking on, yeah, I'm walking on. Lord, I'm walking on, yeah, I'm walking on.

Keep Walkin’ On (feat. Shelby Lynne) by Faith Hill

#faith hill #lyrics #fh lyrics #keep walkin on #it matters to me album

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riveramorylunar · 1 year

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Troublemaker Doing Karate

Karate AU Masterlist

Pairings: Karate Teacher Natasha Romanoff x Troublemaker Reader

Warnings ⚠️: (not many) Punching, Kicking, Mentions of Getting Arrested, Age Difference, Height Difference & Stealing

Pet Names/Nicknames: None

Word Count: 2,720

Everyone in the town knew Y/N was a trouble maker. Where ever she went chaos would follow her. It was oddly quiet in the town tod-

"Y/N GET BACK HERE" someone shouted. Y/N was running down a hill with a bag of stolen games as she laughed. "NOT GONNA HAPPEN RONALD" Y/N shouted as she almost tripped. She caught herself and went back to running. She saw a building in front of her so she shoved the glass door open and ducked under the glass windows. "Who the hell are you" someone said causing Y/N to bolt up and threw a punch. The person caught Y/N fist before twisting her arm behind her back and slamming her against one of the desks. The bag that Y/N was holding was taken out of her grip and dropped onto the desk. Y/N looked over when the door opened and Ronald was looking at her with a scowl. "Ronald" the person said behind Y/N and the man bowed. "Sensei Romanoff" he said back before standing up straight. "Sensei what the fuck" Y/N huffed out and she was pulled up off the desk and shoved away. She stumbled a bit before catching herself. She turned around and her eyes widened in shock as she froze in place.

The woman was wearing a white Karate outfit with a black belt around it. She was wearing karate fingerless gloves and black feet protectors. You could see just a little bit of her feet tattoos poking out but not much. Four of her nails were black with red designs on them while the other was clear with red tips. She was pretty tall probably around 6 feet tall.

Y/N snapped out of it when someone yanked on her arm. "Come on Y/N I'm taking you to the police station" Ronald said and Y/N's eyes widened in shock. As the man was about to turn around the woman spoke up. "Wait" the woman said and Ronald stopped. "Can I see that bag" she asked and Ronald handed the bag of video games over. The redhead put the bag down on the table before dumping all the games out. She looked through all the games before looking back up at the two. "I see you like fighting games" the woman said and Y/N clenched her jaw. "Yeah so what" Y/N said and the woman smirked before holding a hand out. "Let me formally introduce myself, I'm Natasha Romanoff Sensei of this dojo" The woman said and Y/N just looked up at her. "How would you like to join my dojo and become a black dragon" she continued causing Y/N's eyes to widen in shock. "Sensei Romanoff you can't be serious she's a troublemaker" Ronald said and Natasha rolled her eyes.

"So what, I need someone like her she's got some guts and bravery" she said and Y/N yanked her arm free before walking up to Natasha. "So what do you say" Natasha said as she looked down at Y/N. "I'm in, I'm Y/N by the way" Y/N said as she grabbed hold of Natasha's hand. "You got to be kidding me she's gonna be even more of a troublemaker now" Ronald huffed out before grabbing the baf of video games and storming out of the dojo. "You better be here tomorrow afternoon" Natasha said before turning around. "Thank you" Y/N said and Natasha stopped. "Don't thank me yet Y/N you got a lot to learn this is the real world not just some video game" she said before walking away.

Y/N walked out of the dojo and she immediately looked at her right hand to see it was shaking slightly. Her face flushed a little as she held onto it. She smiled brightly before dashing off and shouting in excitement like a high school kid who got noticed by their crush.

Y/N ran into the dojo the next day and saw younger kids on the mats. "Glad you could make it Y/N" Natasha said and Y/N looked over to see Natasha standing next to the door. "oh hey Natasha" Y/N stuttered out and Natasha pushed herself off the wall before walking over to the table. She picked up a white outfit and white belt before walking over and holding them out in front of Y/N. "There's a bathroom over there to change in, I'll help put your belt on after" Natasha said and Y/N walked over to the bathroom. Y/N came out and walked back over to Natasha. Natasha smiled before kneeling down in front of Y/N one knee and wrapped the belt around Y/N. "Is it too tight" Natasha said and she didn't get an answer back. "Y/N" she asked before standing up and waving her hand in front of Y/N's face. "Oh uh no it's not too tight" Y/N said as she rubbed the back of her neck. Natasha nodded before heading towards one of the mats. Y/N followed her and Natasha stopped. "Do you know some of the Karate Stances" Natasha asked as she turned around and Y/N nodded her head. "Show me the kokutsu dachi then" she said and Y/N brushed her hair out of the way before looking at Natasha in confusion. Natasha sighed "the backward stance" she said and Y/N smiled sheepishly before getting into the stance.

Natasha walked behind Y/N. "May I" she asked and Y/N nodded. Natasha put her hands on Y/N's hips before turning them slightly. She used her foot to slightly bend Y/N's back leg more and did the same with the front one but only slightly. She let go of Y/N's hips before walking around Y/N and stopping in front of Y/N. She grabbed Y/N's left arm and raised it slightly. "We need to work on your stances some more but we'll get there how about a high kick" Natasha said and Y/N stood up before kicking in the air. Natasha walked back up to Y/N and looked at Y/N for consent. Y/N nodded and Natasha grabbed Y/N's leg before pushing it up farther causing Y/N to wince slightly. The redheaded woman immediately stopped and looked at Y/N. "Are you alright" she asked and Y/N nodded. "Y-yeah I'm fine just hurt a little bit" Y/N said and Natasha nodded. "You just need to keep practicing then and you won't hurt" Natasha said and Y/N nodded. "Now why don't you follow me alright" Natasha said and Y/N nodded.

The others that were in the dojo stopped as they watched Natasha and Y/N start doing different stances in sync. "Wow she's good even though it's her first day" A boy said and the girl standing beside him nudged him. "Well she has the best Sensei teaching her so" the girl said and the boy chuckled before going back to what he was doing. "You're a quick learner Y/N" Natasha said and Y/N smiled softly. "Thanks" Y/N said nervously and Natasha nodded.

"Afternoon Sensei Romanoff" Y/N shouted as she entered the dojo. "Afternoon Y/N" Natasha said as she was leaning against the table that was against the wall. "What will we be doing today" Y/N asked as she tightened the blue belt that was around her waist. "Breaking boards" Natasha said as she unfolded her arms. Y/N looked down at Natasha's hands to see two tattoos one on each hand. "You have hand tattoos" Y/N asked and Natasha chuckled. "Yeah I do" she said before she greeted the other students. "Come on Y/N no time for distractions" Natasha said causing Y/N to snap out of it. "Uh right sorry" Y/N muttered out before following the others.

"Y/N it's your turn" Natasha said and Y/N stood up before walking up to the wooden board that was between two grey bricks. Y/N breathed in and out before closing her eyes. She opened them back up before slamming her palm down on the board causing it to break in half. She stood back up before turning around to see Natasha looking proudly at her. "Good job Y/N" Natasha said as she stood up and bowed at Y/N. Y/N bowed back after saying thank you.

After a while of breaking wooden boards every one had left. "Hey Y/N wait up" Natasha said and Y/N stopped before turning around to see Natasha rushing up to her. Natasha stood in front of Y/N and smiled down at her. "What can I do for you Sensei" Y/N said and Natasha rubbed the back of her neck. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to grab some noodles with me" Natasha said as her cheeks turned a slight shade of red. "Oh uh sure I guess what time" Y/N said as she blushed too. "How about now" Natasha said and Y/N nodded. "Alright let me close up then I'll meet you outside alright" Natasha said and Y/N nodded before walking out of the dojo.

When Y/N walked out of the dojo she squealed in excitement before she stopped. She realized what had just happened and her face turned bright red as she put her hands over her face. "Are you ready" Natasha said behind Y/N causing her to turn around. "Yeah" Y/N muttered out and the two started walking towards the Chinese fast food restaurant. When they got there Natasha opened the door for Y/N. Y/N walked in and Natasha walked in after her. They walked up to the counter and waited a couple seconds until a Chinese woman walked up to the counter while smiling. "Hello are you ready to order" the woman said and Y/N nodded her head. "Uh yeah I'll have chicken ramen noodles please" Y/N said as she was about to take her wallet out but Natasha stopped her. "Don't it's on me" Natasha said and Y/N nodded before her face flushed slightly. "I'd like the cheesy ramen noodles and some white rice" Natasha said and the woman nodded. "Is that all" she asked and Natasha looked at Y/N who nodded her head. "Yeah that's all" Natasha said and she paid for the food. The two walked off to the side to wait for their food. "Sensei you didn't have to do that" Y/N muttered out and Natasha looked down at her. "You know you don't have to call me Sensei and I wanted to" Natasha said as she smiled down at Y/N.

"Natasha" Someone said and Natasha turned around and thanked the man before grabbing the brown bag. "Alright let's go" Natasha said as she turned around. Y/N walked out of the fast food restaurant as Natasha followed her. "So where are we going" Y/N asked and Natasha looked down at her. "You'll see soon enough" Natasha said as they continued walking. Natasha stopped in front of an old black truck and reached into her back pocket. "This is yours" Y/N asked and Natasha nodded. "Yeah I've had it since I was 16x Natasha said as she unlocked the truck.

The two hoped into the truck and Natasha placed the bag in between the two. Natasha turned the truck on before driving off. As Natasha was driving she turned the radio on. She turned the volume down a bit before looking over at Y/N. She watched as Y/N quietly sang with the music. She smiled before looking back at the road. She felt her heart beat quicken as her grip on the steering wheel tightened a bit.

After driving for a couple minutes Natasha drove into a meadow before turning the truck off. Natasha got out and rushed over to Y/N's side. She opened the door and helped Y/N out before grabbing the brown bag that had the food in it. The two walked to the back and Natasha helped Y/N up after jumping up. Y/N saw a fluffy black and red blanket laying down on the bed of the truck with a couple pillows scattered around. "When did you get this done" Y/N asked and Natasha chuckled nervously. "Uh right before I went to work" Natasha said as she sat down in the lotus position. Natasha looked up to see Y/N still standing. "Come sit stop standing there" Natasha said before chuckling quietly. Y/N snapped out of it and walked over before sitting down criss-crossed. She watched as Natasha opened the bag before pulling out the containers of noodles. "Here's yours" Natasha said and Y/N carefully grabbed the container making sure not to burn herself since it was still hot. "Oh and here are your chop sticks" Natasha said pulling out some chopsticks wrapped in plastic. "Uh I don't know how to use chopsticks to be honest" Y/N said nervously as she set her food down on the fluffy blanket. "Oh uh well they didn't give us any forks and I don't have any in the truck" Natasha said as she looked at Y/N. "I could show you how to use them if you want me to" Natasha said and Y/N smiled softly. "Yes please" Y/N said and Natasha smiled widely. Natasha took her food and chopsticks out. She took the chopsticks out of the plastic and turned to Y/N to see that she was trying to figure it out. Natasha chuckled causing Y/N to look up at her before blushing slightly. "I wanted to try it out myself first" Y/N said and Natasha smiled softly. "That's completely fine you're actually quite close" Natasha said and showed Y/N how to hold them with hers. Y/N did the same but still couldn't get it. "Can I" Natasha asked as she held a hand out and Y/N nodded. Natasha scooted over and grabbed Y/N's wrist before helping Y/N. Y/N felt a zap jolt through her hand and all the way up her arm when she felt Natasha's hands touch hers. "There" Natasha said before pulling away. Y/N frowned at the loss of contact but shook it off as she opened her noodles and started digging in. She let out a moan as her shoulders relaxed. Her eyes closed as she felt the noodles and chicken invade her taste buds. "It's good isn't it" Natasha asked and Y/N opened her eyes to see Natasha already looking at her. "Yeah it's really good the flavor just melts onto my tongue" Y/N said and Natasha let out a laugh. "It does doesn't it" Natasha said before taking a bite of her own noodles.

After they finished eating they laid down and watched the stars and the moon. As the two were watching a shooting star pass Natasha started moving her hand toward Y/N's. Y/N was doing the same thing and when their hands touched they looked at each other. Natasha cursed in her hand before grabbing Y/N's hand and interlocking their fingers together. Y/N's face flushed brightly as she looked away. Natasha's face heated up as well before she sat up. "Y/N" Natasha said and Y/N looked over at Natasha. "Yeah" Y/N asked and Natasha looked down at their interlocked fingers before looking back up at Y/N's face. "Can I uh kiss you" she said nervously as she rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. Y/N didn't say anything instead she grabbed Natasha by the collar of her shirt and yanked her down. Their lips connected and Natasha blushed even more. After a couple seconds though she closed her eyes and deepened the kiss slightly. Y/N let go of Natasha's hand and cupped her face. She pulled away and looked up at the older woman before smiling. Natasha smiled back before leaning back down and passionately kissing Y/N.

#Karate Teacher Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Natty Bear My Love 🧸❤️🖤#River's Karate AU

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