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kisses and other sweet things — billy the kid x cowgirl!reader

ok… i couldn’t help myself lol

also side note i don’t remember what scene this gif was from but i feel like his turned on look and look of disgust/confusion is the same — like if i hadn’t watched the show i’d be like “did he just see a pretty girl walk in?? or did someone just threaten him?? both??? hopefully both???”

but like also if he looked at me like that…,,,… melting. on the spot.

as always, warnings: smuuuuut, dom!billy, brat!reader, i don’t know if you can call it non-con but just to be safe im going to put that, p in v sex, oral, spitting in mouth (yeah i went there sue me), tears, biting, cums inside of reader (they didn’t have condoms in his time but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t use them!!!!)

also don’t sue me i don’t know if they had running water (sinks, baths, etc) but also the real billy the kid didn’t look this fine so we’re making it up as we go and going with the flow

ENOUGH TALK — here’s kisses and other sweet things…

you had been working with a crew for some time now, and as you all struggled to keep a cash flow — you had to turn to other things.

like joining forces with another crew.

the idea of joining a crew wasn’t what unsettled you — what unsettled you was being the only woman with a gun with even more men.

it’s just for one job, y’all, they had said. just this one.

one job turned into two. then that turned into three. four, five, six — and suddenly you knew everyone’s back story, drink of choice, and their type when it came to women of the night.

your first crew never asked how you felt, but you also never told them. they were all — including you — in it for the money. at the end of the day, it was all about what you had in your pockets. there was no time for quelling the simple worries, like they’d call the ones in your head.

at the end of the day — you had been doing this a long time. you had taken care of yourself up until this point, and you would continue to do so. didn’t matter who you were working with — you’d get it done.

after a day of success, everyone wanted to blow off steam. you all had found a boarding house for the night where the alcohol ran deep and there was two or three pretty women for each cattle rustler in your large group. you stayed behind a bit to drink with them, but once they started eyeing the women — you knew it was time to go.

sleeping with any of the men you worked with was also a bad idea. you couldn’t afford them seeing you as anything less than someone quick with a draw — and you worried a night of meaningless sex would ruin that.

you would never take the chance.

“have your fun, boys,” you chuckled. “you deserve it.”

“won’t stay a little longer, sweetheart?” your leader asked as a girl licked at his neck.

“another time — bath’s calling my name.”

a few pleasantries were thrown over shoulders, and you returned them. you made your quick escape up the stairway and into the shared washroom between three or four bedrooms. you knew your party had rented those rooms for the evening, so you were very excited to be able to have the bath to yourself for a little bit longer than usual.

you filled the tub with scalding hot water. the steam from the water and the whisky in your stomach made you hazy, but you welcomed it. who knew when you’d have until you had this sort of luxury or privacy again — you weren’t going to waste the chance.

the bath was quite large — fit for two or three people. you stayed on one edge as you washed your dirty skin. you were about to relax against the back when the doorknob began to turn.

you immediately snatched your gun and pointed it at the door.

“shit — sorry.”

it was the bonney kid.

he was holding a towel in his hand and was naked from the waist up. a scared look on his face was present as he tried to avert his eyes.

you put down the gun and raised an eyebrow, waiting for his next move.

“just came to wash up,” he spoke.

you knew he couldn’t see anything from where he stood, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to see below the water’s surface with the bubbles. you could tell him to fuck off — but being mean to some of these assholes sometimes proved to be worse than just swallowing your pride and being nice. you didn’t know billy very well — and you weren’t about to find out while you were naked if he was an asshole or not.

“i’m going to be a bit,” you spoke. “i don’t mind if you come in.”

he looked at you uneasily before nodded curtly, lips parting. you closed your eyes and leaned back against the tub, letting your eyes drift closed. you heard the water running and the sound of soap being scrubbed onto skin, and felt better. the next sound you heard was a razor being pulled out and your eye drifted open.

he was shaving.

he kept his gaze on himself in the mirror as he spoke. “surprised the kid can shave?”

you smiled. “never thought you were a kid from how you were with a gun.”

that made him smile. “never seen a women like you with a gun before.”

you hummed in response, not exactly sure how to respond.

“come up here to escape?”

that made you laugh. you couldn’t help but let your gaze fall on his reflection in the mirror. his eyes were trained on his skin as he let the blade slide down his neck and pull up loose hairs. your mind was hazy with drink and heat, which made you forget to respond.

“some people would say it’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”

you laughed at that — he had you there.

“and some people would say it’s rude to intrude on a woman’s bath,” you countered.

he smiled, but kept his eyes off you. you’d like to think it was out of respect. “…and would you?”

“not with you,” you offered. “you’re the only one who hasn’t tried to make a pass at me.”

“not hard to believe,” he spoke. “downstairs they’ve got a running bet to see who will be the first with you.”

you scoffed. “in their dreams.”

billy didn’t respond. he was almost done with shaving. he was washing more of his upper arms in the sink, and you suddenly felt bad. you were only taking this long because you thought everyone would be preoccupied with the downstairs activities, and because you couldn’t exactly exit with him standing there — able to see you.

“i can leave if you want to wash,” you spoke.

“water will be cold,” he responded. “‘s fine — i’ll wait the hour.”

you weren’t sure why — but that made you feel bad.

“you could join me.”

you weren’t sure what brought that on, and you knew you’d probably regret it later. however, billy’s eyes drifted up the length of the mirror to the edge where you knew he could see the tub, to your eyes. you weren’t sure how you looked — but you knew your curls were piled on top of your head and you looked sleepy. relaxed, even. peaceful.

“i don’t think you mean that, sweetheart.”

you hummed. “you don’t have to. just thought i’d offer.”

he appeared to sigh, and that’s when you thought he would leave — but he didn’t.

instead, he locked the door.

“should’ve done that in the first place,” he spoke before coming towards the tub to unlace his pants.

you turned your head away from him and let out a small giggle, shielding your gaze from his naked form. “how would we have gotten so well acquainted then, mr. bonney?”

you heard him find the other side of the tub where he sat back against. you let your eye line find in front of you and your jaw almost dropped at the sight. billy appeared to struggle to get comfortable as he sank into the warmth of the tub. the water line came up to right under his chest, showing off all of his perfect and trim muscles. with billy’s arms stretched out around the edge of the tub… you got the perfect view of the stretched muscles of his biceps.

“do i need to remind you about staring?” he asked.

you weren’t sure if he was joking — but he was right. if you wanted respect, you had to give it, too.

but you couldn’t deny just how handsome he was.

“sorry,” you said with a coy smile, and let your head fall back against the tub again.

you could hear water slightly splashing from the other side of the tub. billy had extended his legs so they were brushing yours slightly, and you shivered at the thought.

“can you…” he began. “can you get my back?”

you lifted your head and smiled. i can do all that and more if you asked, you thought.

“sure,” you said with a simple smile.

billy turned around and handed you the soap. there were a few cuts and bruises littered on his back, and you tried to be as careful with them as possible. you started on his neck, working the soap and the sponge against his muscles.

he hummed in response. you could’ve died at the thought of the big, bad billy the kid keening into your touch because you were massaging his muscles just right.

“that feels good,” he spoke. “talented fingers i suppose.”

you laughed lightly at that. you kept the sponge on his shoulders, and then worked down towards the expansion of his shoulder blades. it was scary to see such a broad man before you as you were so bare, but also the look of him was so enticing. you drew rough circles on his skin and worked your way down to the middle of his back.

“that’s good,” he replied. “thank you, darlin’.”

you went to hand the sponge back to him, but he turned around in place instead. the tops of your breasts were showing and you knew he could see the wildness in your eyes.

“how’d a sweet thing like you end up with us?” he asked, eyes searching yours for the answer.

“maybe i’m just the only one who knows how to handle you boys,” you spoke, trying to be coy. “actually… one of them i grew up with. we’ve always worked together, but that’s as far as it’s ever gone.”

“and what would he say if he knew if you were in here with me?” he asked.

you scrunched your eyebrows at him. “wouldn’t be his business. he’s also got a pretty blonde in his lap tonight. change of pace from his usual red head.”

“and he missed a chance to get to see you like this?” he asked, tucking a curl behind your ear.

“is his loss your gain, mr. bonney?” you asked, a smile drifting onto your face.

that was bold. you knew it. you could feel it.

“i think you’d have to ask the pretty miss before me,” he responded, inching his face closer. “she’d be mighty sweet if she let me kiss her.”

“she’s pretty pissed you haven’t already.”

he stared at you for a few minutes with his plump and pink lips parted in such a way where you knew thoughts were running behind his pretty eyes. he dipped his forehead towards yours as the intensity of the situation mixed with the hot steam around you and the liquor inside both of you. he dipped his chin once, and caught your waiting lips with ease.

his lips were dry and cracked against yours, but you loved it. billy was the type of man that was hard and worked even harder, and every bit of him reflected that. his dark curls were twirling around his hairline, mixing with sweat and soapy water. you wanted to brush them back, hop in his lap, and kiss him until there was more water on the floor than in the tub.

but you couldn’t — not yet.

billy’s lips folded between yours as if he was just happy to be here — with you. the feeling was intoxicating as there was nothing like sharing intimacy with a sweet man in the comfort of hot water. you couldn’t help yourself in that moment — you brought your hand up to cup the side of his face, and he sucked in a sharp breath in response.

“you can touch me, you know,” you whispered.

“the things i want to do to you, darlin’…” he spoke, shaking his head and trying to catch his breath at the same time. “shouldn’t be wasted in a tub. let me take you back to your room.”

you both left the bathtub and tried your best to dry off as quickly as possible. it was almost hard to believe you were giggling with billy like innocents as you raced back to your room — hoping not to run into any more cowboys.

you immediately pushed him to sit down on the edge of the bed before you climbed into his lap. his thighs were strong and thick — the perfect foundation for a thing like you to hold yourself up enough to grab his cock in your hands, and swallow his moans through another kiss.

“tried not to stare in the bathtub, billy… but can you blame me?” you asked, breathless.

“noticed you starin’,” he grunted, running his calloused hands all over your body. “couldn’t help but stare back. needed to see where the trigger on you was.”

you squealed in delight at his dirty mouth before he threw you off his lap and rolled you over. he immediately started kissing down your body.

“i want you inside me, billy,” you whined. “not that.”

he worked his way back up to you before he caught you in another chaste kiss. against your lips, he spoke, “i’m a gentleman, sweetheart, first and foremost.”

“and what if a dirty little thing like me didn’t want a gentleman?”

he caught your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb and extended your neck ever so slightly. he looked down his nose at your pretty, flushed face. you smiled up at him as he scanned your face. “then i’d tell you — if i’ve got you all to myself, i’m going to do anything i want with that pretty little pussy. planned on tastin’ you, sweetheart — you got a problem with that?”

a wide grin spread across your face as your cheeks became rosier. “can’t say i can argue with you, then, cowboy.”

he pressed a heavy kiss to your lips, your cheek, one on the base of your neck — and then bit down hard on the skin of your shoulder. immediately, your hands came up to lay across his biceps before he began to suck on the spot, sending shock waves throughout your body. he withdrew from you and was in between your thighs in an instant.

he spread your legs and held them down in place. his tongue was strong and thick as it explored the places between your folds. you hoisted yourself onto your elbows so you could get a better look at the angel before you.

you watched as his eyes close as his tongue drew sloppy, wet circles around your clit. your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you watched him bring a hand up to his mouth, lubricate his fingers, and prod at your entrance. billy let out a throaty groan as his two fingers slipped in with ease, exploring for that one special spot.

he watched as your pussy swallowed his fingers, hoping to trap them inside of you. you were almost vibrating at how good it felt to have his fingers inside of you and his drier thumb deliver the most delicious bouts of friction and pressure to your clit.

“yes —“ you gasped, gazing at his fingers.

his eyes immediately flicked up to yours. “still got a problem with this, doll?”

you folded your lips into each other as you shook your head slowly, holding his gaze. you were biting back the moan as he curled your fingers inside of you.

“no, that’s not how this works,” he stated. “if i’m making you feel that good, i should get to hear those pretty moans, don’t you think?”

a deep crease was forming in your brow with the perfect combination of friction, lubrication, pressure, and rhythm you had ever felt. you wanted to respond to him, of course, but how could you?

“i gotta work for it, that it?” he grunted. “oh, sweet thing…”

he shoved a third finger inside of you and you gasped. you couldn’t help it. you fisted the sheets on either side of you and threw your head back in the air. his thumb was working long, drawn out circles on your sensitive clit as your hips bucked up to meet his movements.

“that’s what you needed, baby?” he asked. “break so easily. i’d fit another, but this pussy is so sweet and tight — can’t fit.”

you were practically whining at his words. he would switch between his tongue and thumb every few seconds to show you the type of variety that had your toes curling. his groans against your pussy were the added vibration that kept your hips moving to meet his face.

“tastes so fuckin’ sweet,” he grunted, his eyes closed. “can’t wait to stuff my cock in there.”

“don’t be mean to me, billy,” you gasped. “i want to feel your cock so bad, please…”

“no, baby,” he refused. “not until i make you feel good. you want my cock? yeah, well — you know what i want.”

you whined in frustration at his words — his words, the addition of what was making the heat and pressure build, and build, and build inside you until you were a sobbing mess on the bed.

“that’s it, sweetheart — give in,” he gasped. “i wanna know how good i’m making you feel.”

his voice was so husky it was taking over all of your senses. you hung onto every word as he led you closer and closer to what was your tipping point. he was stretching you so taut — like a string, ready to snap. when he suddenly pulled his hand away, you barely noticed it — until he replaced it with his cock.

you gasped at what came next.

first it was your legs — they immediately began to shake uncontrollably. the immense pressure started at your curled toes, your stretched feet, and worked its way up all the way to your shaking calves and thighs. the warmth coaxed your hips into a soft roll as you rode out your orgasm — blinded by the ecstasy of it all.

you immediately grabbed onto billy for dear life as all of your senses fucking swam. it was wave, after wave, after wave that hit you, arched your back towards the ceiling, and left you fucking breathless. your mouth fell open instantly, parted as whines and soft moans left and filled the open air of your bedroom.

and what did billy do? he grabbed you by the chin, still rutting his hips against yours, and spit in your fucking mouth.

“swallow,” he ordered, eyes boring down into yours.

you gasped as you understood his command, and like the good girl you were — you did as you were told.

“good girl,” he whispered from above you, stroking your chin.

you sucked in a sharp breath of air as you tried to regain your senses. you hoisted yourself back into your elbows, trying to focus — but it was just so hard. your pussy was so, so sensitive and it was like billy’s cock knew exactly out how to drag out your orgasm. you glanced up at billy, and realized your vision was blurry. shattered, fucked out beyond belief — you realized there were tears, literal tears in your eyes.

“no breaks for you, sweetheart,” he spoke, leaning over and holding your hips down. “need to make sure this pussy knows who she belongs to.”

your body refused to stop shaking — but it gave into every touch, caress, pull, and push from billy. you were his to use and you fucking relished in the feeling.

through your dark, thick, damp lashes, you glanced up at him. immediately, his bright, wild eyes connected with yours. there was no stopping the animal before you — not until he got his fix. the pure and pretty girl who always surprised the group with her skill was laying beneath him like a fucked out doll and he couldn’t get enough.

“please, billy,” you whined, biting down on your lip. “use my pussy just like that…”

“my fucking pussy,” he grunted.

“all yours, baby,” you gasped, laying victim to the curling warmth inside your womb once again. it was like an itch that needed to be scratched, and only billy could fix it. the idea of a second orgasm taunted you — teased you, until it was the only thing you could think about. you were close… so close… “billy, fuck — you’re going to make me — you’re gonna —“

“that’s it, baby, yeah —“ his thrusts were getting sloppier now as a light sheen of sweat lay across his forehead. the veins in his biceps and neck were protruding and his eyes were trained on your face. “bein’ so good f’me.”

“billy —“ you cried, tears coming to your eyes again. you reached for him, and brought him down to you. he held you by the back of the head and held your jaw in place with his thumb. through gritted teeth and wet eyes, you sobbed, “driving me fucking crazy.”

“yeah, yeah?” he taunted. “good. boutta make a mess of this fuckin’ pussy.”

with one last thrust, you curled into billy’s neck and cried. actually cried. he held you close to him as he continued to thrust inside of you — pressing fat, wet kisses to the side of your face. you were shaking in his hold, trying so desperately to hold onto reality — but it was slipping. it was slipping farther and farther away with every sweet word that billy ghosted over your ear.

“say you’re mine,” he ordered, with desperation in your voice. “say you’re mine, and i’ll cum.”

“i’m yours, billy,” you sobbed. “i’m yours. only yours.”

an animalistic groan left billy’s mouth as he tugged on your hair. he pulled your neck back and taut, shoving his face into the crook of your neck and biting down on your shoulder. his body pulsed one, two, three times as his orgasm overtook him and you. you were a weeping, crying mess and took everything that billy gave you.

he rut his cock into you a few more times as you both came down for your highs. billy was so commanding in bed — but after? nothing compared to how he was after. he pulled you into his lap, cock still inside you, and began peppering kisses all over your face. sweet nothings were whispered into your ear, but all you could do was whimper quietly in response. he laughed slightly in your ear, his breath ticking your sensitive skin, and dug his nose into your hairline.

“never getting rid of me now, sweet thing.”

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foreingersgod · 15 days

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Could you write something for Caitlin? Maybe the reader is dating Caitlin and on the Iowa basketball team with her and she gets injured from a technical foul?

of course you can! thanks for the request!

Twisted Ankle . CC

paring: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis:

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you guys were down by 1 against lsu, the pressure was on and all of you were feeling it. the stadium was buzzing with anticipation as you and the team prepared for the final seconds in the game. while everyone was setting a tight strategy for the remainder of the game, hoping it would clinch another win for iowa, you noticed caitlin across from you. she was in her head again, biting her lip and trying not to get too frustrated.

“Y/L/N, we’re going to seriously need you right here” kate pulled you aside for the remainder of the timeout “you’ve got to get in there, ok?”

you nodded your head, taking a swig of water and wiping the sweat from your brow “you got it”

shortly after, the whistle was blown, signaling it was time to start the clock. you all took your positions, waiting for the game to commence. caitlin stood vigilant, trying to find one of you who was open. you quickly passed by your opponents, trying to get open for her.

almost instantly, she spotted you, attempting a pass in your direction. you went to jump in the air, arms up and ready to catch the ball, but before you get your feet off the ground, a player had collided with you.

you went down, smacking your head hard against the court floor, ankles twisting as your opponent interfered with your landing. it all happened so fast, the pain from your head and ankles shooting through your your body. you felt like the air was knocked straight out of your lungs. your vision was starting to go blurry and your ears were starting to ring.

upon your fall, the whistle was blown and the crowd went silent, eventually noticing you weren’t getting up and gasping with worry. despite your fading vision and lack of hearing, though, you could make out several people surrounding you, trying to tend to your injuries, calling for assistance. some you could tell were medics, others probably from your team, and most definitely caitlin. she was the first one at your side, you assumed, feeling her familiar hands on your face, trying to get you to open your eyes.

“hey, baby, baby you gotta get up” she whispered, voice wavering. from your lack of reply she hollered “hey we need someone over here now!”

you could feel yourself being rolled onto a some sort of stretcher or gurney and being carried into the rehabilitation room (idk lol sorry if this is all inaccurate). figures of people whooshed by you, lights rushing over your head as you were sped down the hall. you could hear the announcers of the game behind you, the game was going to continue without you there.

as you were being tended to, still rushing to get you to a private area to properly take care of you, you felt your remaining vision faltering even more. it was too hard to keep your eyes open anymore, no matter many times the medics tried to keep you awake. eventually, your vision went completely dark.

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“is she going to be ok?” caitlin asked a nearby medic as they gently placed you onto the stretcher, trying to get as close to you as possible.

“we don’t know what happened other than that she got plowed down pretty good” the medic said hesitantly “it was a pretty nasty blow, but i’ve seen stuff like this before, i’d bet she’s gonna be ok”

she nodded, swallowing her nerves, trying to relax her body. others on both teams gathered around her to try and reassure her that everything was going to be ok. the poor girl that knocked you down was genuinely upset, claiming that she didn’t intend to hit you that hard at all. but caitlin ignored what everyone was saying, trying to not get riled up and focus.

“we’ve gotta finish this, caitlin” kate appeared at her side “i know you want to get back there with her, but there’s just seconds left, you can do this.”

caitlin said nothing, obtaining her position, ready to run out the clock. she was upset that you couldn’t be here, worried that they wouldn’t be able to do this without you. but she powered through, passing the ball to hannah for a beautiful lay up, finalizing another iowa win.

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“is she awake? can i see her?” caitlin asked a crew member, requesting to see you the second game was over.

“you should be able to go in, but she’s really sensitive to everything right now so…just be gentle with her” she was already bursting through the doors, anxiety racking her body.

she saw you, laying on a cot, head elevated and an ice pack sat neatly on top of your head. you had your eyes squinted shut from the brightness of the fluorescent lights. your left leg was extended, also perched on a pillow, wrapped in layers of gauze.

her heart shattered, seeing you laying there, clearly in pain. she walked over, causing to open your eyes, snapping in her direction.

“hey superstar! you guys did it!” you gave her a toothy grin, trying to sit up.

cait sat down on a stool next to you, taking your hands in hers, kissing the backs of them “no, WE did it, couldn’t have done it without you” she smiled back. “you had me going crazy out there baby, thought i was gonna die”

you tried to lighten the mood with a laugh “eh, i’m fine, just a headache and a sore foot”

“headache? sore foot? YN you smacked your head on the court and twisted your ankle” she ran her hands soothingly up and down your arms.

“ok yea, but i swear i’m fine, please don’t worry about me too much, ok? please?”

“well you made it incredibly difficult to not worry when you went unconscious out there” she retorted “i’m just glad you’re ok, i don’t know what i would’ve done if it were any worse”

“i know, im sorry” you smiled sadly

“don’t be, it’s not your fault” she leaned over, kissing you softly “but you’re going to need a lot of rest and a super awesome girlfriend to take care of you for the next little while”

“oh! know where i can find one?” you teased, playfully nudging her shoulder.

she pretended to scoff in annoyance “ok, i see how it is!” she fake-stormed off, pushing off the stool.

“no wait!” you laughed, pretending to pout in return “come back! you, i meant you, please don’t go!”

she stopped, sauntering back over to you “wouldn’t dream of it” she brushed stray hairs away from your face, smoothing her thumb against the skin of you cheek. “i’ll go grab the team so they can come in and check on you…but after that we’re heading straight home and getting you into a nice bath alright?”

“you trying to get me naked, clark?” you batted your eyelashes.

“for once, i’m actually not” she placed another kiss to your forehead “tonight i just want you to relax, hm?”

“yes m’am” you hummed “i don’t know what i’d do with out you, really. thanks for taking care of me, baby”

“always” she replied.

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A/N: short little request, enjoy!!

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb #caitlin clark imagine #caitlin clark oneshot

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lino-jagiyaa · 1 year

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desire - kim seungmin | next

genre: suggestive, fwb | pairing: seungmin x female reader | warnings: swearing, perv!seungmin (stealing panties and being a peeping tom, feeling y/n up in a dark classroom), implied thick reader | words: 1,405

☀︎ your deskmate, seungmin couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself during class.

note: this ended up longer than i thought lol, sorry in advance...

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it was friday afternoon, your last class and your professor was letting the class relax since he gave you all an exam the day before that was really stressing everyone out, including him who had to grade everything today. so instead of starting a new lesson, he decided that he’s put on a movie while he started grading. seungmin had a few classes with you. he always chose to sit next to or near you since you were at least a little bit acquainted and it didn’t seem like he had many friends so you just let him.

he was nice to you. you liked having his company on days when your friends weren’t there. he’d offer to bring you water bottles or snacks when you studied in the library on late nights. he was a really nice guy.

when he walked into class today, you were already sitting at your table. the lights were dimmed low but you could see the friendly smile he gave you. “hey, seung.” you started

“hey. what are we doing today? everyone looks slumped.” he says, putting his bag down on the floor next to his chair as he sits

“oh, we’re just watching a movie since the teacher has stuff to grade.”

“ooh, okay. is it any good?”

“it’s okay i guess, not much has played yet and to be honest i haven’t paid much attention to it.” you chuckled, laying your head on the table facing him

“i see. well, how was your day?” he asked sweetly, laying his head on the table as well

“it’s been pretty good actually. but i didn’t see you barely at all, where’ve you been?”

“i’m glad. and ah, i was busy studying for business math. you know how that goes.” he jokingly rolls his eyes

“mm, yeah it sucks.”

“yup.”

“you wanna know something weird though?” you ask

“sure..?”

“okay so, i went to the gym like i usually do. well duh, you know because you go in the same hour as me- anyways, after my workout i went to shower, and when i got out, i couldn’t find some of my clothes.”

“like... the dirty ones?”

“yes. i was like.. who the fuck?”

“did you leave them on a bench or in your locker?”

“on the bench, but they’ve never been stolen before. so i’m guessing one of those frat boys took it for their rush or something. it’s whatever, i guess.” you shrug

“damn, that’s sick as fuck.” seungmin frowns

but the truth was, he was trying to keep his composure since he was the one who took your sweaty gym clothes. specifically your underwear. he’d never gone as far as stealing before. only sneaking glances at you in the locker room when you changed, or through your bedroom window at night. giving him easy access since you neglected to get a pair of blinds in your dorm. he usually admires you during classes or in between them. how beautiful you looked, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“yeah, but it’s fine, really. it’s not like i can’t just buy another pair of underwear- shit, sorry. i didn’t even mention that before, i don’t know why i told you that-” you stammered

“y/n, it’s fine. we’re friends, right?”

“yes.” you cleared your throat

“okay then, it’s all good.” he smiled

that damn smile. why is he so handsome?

“you’re good at this.”

“at what?” he questions

“comforting people, me. you’re such a smooth talker, you know.”

“well, i try.” he smirks

fuck. y/n, calm down. he’s just a friend. right?

“you don’t date, do you?” you sit up

“not particularly, no. but if i see a cute girl, i might shoot my shot.”

he nudges you on the shoulder when he speaks. shit. is he flirting now?

“how about you? i haven’t really seen you with anyone, i mean, except hyunjin sometimes...” he says low

is he... jealous? maybe you’re over analyzing things...

“no, you’re right. i’m not seeing anyone right now and i’m not apposed to dating or even hookups but i guess nobody else seemed interested.” you reply

“you sure about that?” he leans closer to you now

“you’re not... interested in me, are you?”

“maybe i am. what would that mean to you?”

you could feel your face heating up, cheeks burning in a deep red. as well as the heat between your legs growing stronger.

fuck. kim seungmin, the man you are...

“...yeah- i mean, you’re a charmer for sure. you’re not joking, though right?”

“now why would i do that? you’re gorgeous, y/n. and anyways, i’ve had a crush on you for a while now. not sure how you haven’t noticed until now.” his eyebrows drew together

“really?” you question

“do i have to show you, y/n?” he leans in closer now, so close that you can feel his breath on your face.

it was making your head spin. the proximity between you two getting smaller and smaller as the conversation goes on.

“i wouldn’t be opposed.” you whisper

“you sure?” he whispers back

“just kiss me already.”

and he does. sure, he looks and acts sweet but right now he’s taking his time with you. kissing you slowly and drawing you in to face him more by your waist.

your panties must be soaked now, and he knows it. knows how much of an effect he has on you already. he should, he’s been observing you for so long so he knows just what to fo to drive you crazy. can’t wait fuck you dumb.

his hands are resting on the small of your back now and you whine into the kiss. it makes him draw back.

“why’d you stop?” you said in a breathy tone

“there’s other people in room. don’t wanna get carried away, do we?” he smirks

“...right” you look away from him, scanning the room

“the class ends soon, so don’t worry. but i’ve got an idea.”

“oh?”

“let me hold onto your thigh till the end of class?”

“seungmin...”

“don’t be shy.” his eyes focused on the short hem of your short skirt that now rides up your thighs. oh so beautifully.

“okay. yes- you can do it.”

“don’t worry, i’ll be gentle.”

he scooted closer to where you were on the bench seating. only about an inch or two worth of space between the two of you. enough room for his hand to reach your thigh.

he played it safe at first, softly placing a hand on your right thigh. just resting it there, scanning your face for discomfort.

“you’re soft...” is all he managed to say before you were parting your thighs for him, ever so slightly. but he got the hint and subtly moved his hand closer to your core.

“fuck. you’re already soaked for me and i haven’t even started yet.”

neither of you were looking at each other, pretending to pay attention to the movie that was still playing. it only seemed to have about ten minutes left anyways so it didn’t seem to matter.

oh, how glad you were to have picked a spot in the very back of the class. but still nervous that someone would catch onto what the two of you were doing back there.

you could feel seungmin lifting up your skirt a little higher, inching his fingers higher and higher up your thigh. so close. so close to where you wanted him to be. he squeezed your thigh, making you impulsively squeeze your thighs together. on his hand... giving him even more access.

it didn’t last for long though. no. he forced your thighs back open, even wider than they were before with the single hand that was resting there before.

“damn, you’re such a tease.” he huffed, “don’t tease... your teasing is torture, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”

luckily for you, the bell rang and your professor told everyone they could leave. seungmin let go of you, getting up and grabbing his bag, waiting for you to do the same. once you did, you could feel your thighs sticking together. there was no way he didn’t notice. his gaze on you was hungry, needy. he wanted you, needed you.

he held out his hand, signaling you to grab it. “wanna get out of here? my apartment is near campus.”

“absolutely.”

he didn’t have to ask you twice. you wanted him too.

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aetherdoesthings · 2 months

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Hi OP! Could we get a Xiao x GN Reader where reader is really panicking because of a bad decision that will come back to haunt them? Something fluffy maybe? :3 auhdjsjssj

I hope you have a wonderful week!

Hi! this is my first time writing for genshin lol

forethoughts: no, i'm not dead. i'm very much alive, just enjoying my time off the screen. like i said, first time writing genshin, so don't be too mean 🙏🏻🙏🏻. remember folks, hydrate or die-drate.

notes: gn!reader, fluff, xiao being a therapist

“So… what’s wrong?”

You were pacing back and forth, your shoes crunching the same patch of grass over and over. Your heart felt like jumping off a cliff, your breathing erratic, head above the clouds. All the while, your partner was leaning against an oak tree that shielded the two of you from the sun, and from other people. Xiao remained silent, unsure how to approach you. It wasn’t your first time approaching Xiao with a war in your head; he was already accustomed to seeing you like this, but regardless he was still cautious of how to approach you.

“I did something bad. Really really really bad.” You managed to regurgitate out those words after a while.

“Okay. And?”

“I… I…” You made a frustrated sound, throwing your hands up in the air, staring at Xiao, who still remained still and silent.

“Is it something that requires my help?” Xiao asked, his voice quiet but firm.

“Maybe, no, yes? I don’t know!” You exasperated.

“What happened, Y/N?”

You let out a sigh, falling backwards, letting the grass envelope your body whole, hopefully consuming you before your problem would. “I… I think Dr. Baizhu’s mad at me.”

“Why would Baizhu be mad at you?” Xiao tilted his head.

“Okay, okay. It was a normal day. I was doing my stuff, but then Director Hu suddenly appear and asked for my help for something. She said there was this spirit that should be laid to rest in order to restore the natural cycle of life and death or whatnot, I dunno, I wasn’t paying attention. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to help, since Director Hu was asking me to help her. S-So I did. I went to Bubu Pharmacy, found the spirit, who’s apparently called Qiqi, and then gave her to Director Hu. But then Dr. Baizhu showed up out of nowhere, and told me that Director Hu was trying to kidnap Qiqi and said I was an accomplice and was doing something extremely bad. So I ran, and went here, and called on your name.”

Xiao’s deafening silence was making your heart race and breath quicken. Xiao always remained silent, only speaking when necessary and if you asked him to. His state of tranquility and peace was something that you loved and hated equally.

“I’m aware of Director Hu’s intention to give Qiqi a proper burial in order to restore the natural order of life and death. I was not aware Director Hu was familiar with you or knew you, but I digress.” Xiao walked towards you, kneeling down in front of your face. “Why are you so concerned with Baizhu being mad at you?”

“I don’t know! M-Maybe I can’t get anymore of my medicine from Bubu Pharmacy because he refuses to serve me, and then I’ll get sick and die-”

“That is not a possibility. I won’t let it be one.” Xiao said sternly.

Your heart skipped a beat at his tone. “I just don’t want to have people mad at me for something I didn’t know I was doing. Director Hu was very vague when she approached me, and maybe I should’ve asked more questions. I don’t know, okay?! I feel bad! I shouldn’t have listened to Director Hu, maybe none of this would’ve happened.”

“Y/N, relax.” Xiao cupped your cheek with one hand, making you look at him. “It’s not your fault Qiqi almost got taken by Director Hu again. Even if you weren’t a factor, Director Hu will still try and take Qiqi away. It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong. You were misinformed and misled by Director Hu into doing something you had no idea what the repercussions would be. Stop beating yourself up, alright? Baizhu will always find a reason to be mad at everyone, in his pursuit for immortality. You do not need someone like him in your life taking up your energy and space. You’re going to be fine. Nothing’s going to come back and haunt you.”

You looked at your partner in the eyes, the corners of your mouth shooting up to your eyes. Xiao, the ever quiet adeptus who spent his time alone, never striked you as a man that was good with words. How he proved you wrong so many times in the course of your relationship. You leaned into Xiao’s touch, finding the energy to sit up, leaning your body against your boyfriend. Your fingers intertwined with each other, back leaning against the tree.

“Besides, I won’t let Baizhu lay a single finger on you. Ever. You’re safe, my love. So stop worrying and fussing about trivial matters. Let’s enjoy the sun while it’s still out, hm?”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #fluff #comfort #op #aetherasks #yes i'm aware the male traveler is also called aether

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Hi! Could I make a Loki request? Reader is a shy little office worker at stark tower, quiet and keeps to herself mostly. She hears the other ladies brag about dating shield agents and catches them all giving her the side eye and making teasing comments because they think she’s single and will always be lonely cause of her shyness. Until she starts receiving flowers and small gifts at her desk at random times. Someone says she sent them to herself trying to put on a show or something for attention. Until one day Loki walks into the office carrying take out and a sunflower (readers favorite). Pulls her up from her chair, kisses her deeply saying ‘happy anniversary’ and takes her out of there for the rest of the day. Now the other office ladies are a little jealous but keep their mouths shut from now on.

Thank you for this one! I absolutely love this idea! I changed a few things slightly, I hope that's ok and I kinda ran with the sunflower thing lol 💚💚💚

Sunflower

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: people being jerks, mild smut, touch of angst, self doubt a bit, fluff

Summary: You prefer to keep your private life private, being a naturally quiet person, but the growing rumors and rude comments at work have started to make you question if you should just finally tell everyone the truth about you and the God they are all obsessed with...

Word Count: 3.5k words

(Monday morning)

You keep your head down as you get off the elevator and make your way through the office towards your desk. The large, open room is full of chatter, everyone standing around their desks talking about their weekends.

“Um, excuse me,” you stop, your path blocked by the three women who sit closest to you. You can feel them all looking at you but you keep your eyes down, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation that happens every single Monday.

“Oh, good morning Y/N. You're so quiet, we didn’t even see you,” Megan scoffs but none of them move. “So, did you finally do something this weekend that was worth talking about?”

"I'm sure it wasn't as exciting as yours," you answer, trying to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible.

"You're probably right, but tell us anyway," she insists.

"I went to a bookstore, had lunch in the park and the Met had a new exhibit on-" you begin to describe your weekend but are cut off.

“Wow, sounds super fun” Pam interrupts, rolling her eyes while the other two giggle.

You bite your lip and look down again while you tried to think of an excuse to get out of this conversation. All you wanted to do was get to your desk and get on with your work. Why couldn't people just understand that you preferred to be quiet, you disliked talking about your private life especially with people who weren't your friends. There was no reason they needed to know you weren't alone, they never would have believed you anyway so why would you bother, you thought to yourself. They weren’t interested in your life, they only asked so they could tell you how much better they thought their life was.

"Pete and I stayed in the cutest little bed and breakfast in Pennsylvania. It was so romantic," Megan brags. "We're thinking of going to a vineyard next weekend," she adds.

"Oh wow, you'll have to let me know where. Hector and I want to go away for a few days when he gets back from his next mission. He's going to be lead agent so he'll need to relax I'm sure," Pam says but you're barely listening anymore.

"Speaking of relaxing, Mitch and I are going to spend a few weeks in August in Cape Cod. We rented a beach house, you should bring the guys for a weekend, it'll be fun," Lacy tells Megan and Pam. "Oh, I mean I guess you could come too but it's better when your a couple. Being alone would probably be really depressing for you," she adds when she looks over at you.

You shrug but don't respond, you were used to them referring to you as single even though you hadn't been for a long time. When you were first hired at SHIELD, the three of them kept making comments about how sad it was that you were alone and didn't have anyone. They began giving you unsolicited advice, telling you that you were too quiet and withdrawn. They told you that you needed to be more outgoing because no one would ever notice you, especially not a SHIELD agent like their boyfriends. It turned out they were right about the SHIELD agents not being interested in you but didn't care... two months after you were hired, you ran into a God on your day off and you had been his ever since.

“Can I just get to my desk, I have a meeting with Loki and Thor soon about the-,” you start to explain, trying to change the subject which unfortunately works too well.

"Mmm, now that's something fun I'd like to do," she says with a laugh, fanning herself dramatically while the others agree. The conversation quickly shifts to all the things they would let the tall, raven haired God do to them, forgetting completely about their own boyfriends. You stand there quietly as they comment on his long, slender fingers and joke about his nickname, Silvertongue.

"You know, I heard he's dating someone," Pam sighs as she finally makes her way towards her desk.

"What? No I thought that was just a rumor," Lacy sounds almost disappointed and you almost laugh to yourself.

Pam shakes her head, "I think it might be true... I was behind him on line this morning to get coffee and he ordered two different types."

"You're basing this whole thing on a second cup of coffee?" Megan laughs.

"No... I've heard other things too," Pam says but you just sit at your desk quietly while you play with the to-go lid on your coffee cup. They continue to speculate on the mystery of the extra coffee but your mind wanders to the memory of when Loki gave it to you.

(An hour earlier)

You turn the corner and walk past the conference rooms, heading for the smallest one at the far end of the hall, like you have almost every morning for the last six months. You walk past a few agents and analysts, saying good morning as they hurry to their meetings. When you reach the door you are looking for, you knock once and it opens quickly to let you inside.

As soon as the door closes, Loki pushes your back against it with a smirk, his hands instantly settle on your waist. "Good morning sunflower," he says looking down at you.

Loki has more than a few pet names for you but sunflower is by far his favorite and it never fails to make you smile. He began calling you that only a month into your relationship, when he took you to a botanical garden. The two of you spent hours walking through the gardens, looking at all the beautiful trees and flowers, he never let go of your hand once. As you were leaving, Loki offered to buy you flowers and asked which you would like. He couldn't help but laugh when you hung your head in disappointment, telling him sunflowers were your favorite but they didn't have any. He kissed your cheek lightly then waved his hand dramatically, conjuring a small bouquet of sunflowers for you. As he left your apartment that night, he kissed you lovingly and whispered, 'Goodnight sunflower.'

You reach up, putting your arms around his neck, "Good morning Loki."

Standing on your tiptoes, you kiss his lips quickly before putting your feet flat on the floor again. You knew that wasn't nearly enough to appease your favorite God but you were willing to risk it.

Loki raises his eyebrow as he presses his body against yours and says, "Well that certainly won't do."

You stifle a giggle and try to act innocent, "Should I try again?"

He simply nods and you raise yourself on your tiptoes again, he leans down to help close the distance been your lips and his. You ghost your lips over his lower lip, just barely touching him. Loki moves forward to capture your lips fully but you pull back causing him to growl in annoyance.

You bite your lip as Loki shakes his head, his eyes fixed on yours as he towers over you. "Its too early in the morning for these games of yours love," he says, the tone of his voice letting you know he's in control, not you. He brings his lips to yours, kissing you hard as one of his hands slides up to your neck and his other hand grips your hip tighter. You kiss Loki back, opening your mouth to allow his tongue to find yours, instantly abandoning the idea of teasing him further.

"I still think one of your more useful spells is keeping coffee warm," you say, making Loki laugh as he hands you your coffee when its finally time for you both to go to work.

"I love you, Y/N. I will see you tonight," he says as he picks up his coffee and opens the door for you.

"I love you too," you respond before you walk into the hallway and go your separate ways without anyone noticing.

(Monday night)

You sit on the edge of the couch wearing a pair of shorts and one of Loki's t-shirts, holding a throw pillow against your chest as you absent mindedly change the channel again and again. You aren't looking for anything in particular, just noise to drown out the thoughts that have been eating at you most of the day.

"Hi sunflower," Loki says cheerfully as he closes the door to your apartment.

"Hi Loki," you respond, turning off the TV.

He kicks off his shoes and walks over to you, his smile fading quickly. "Darling... what's wrong?" he asks, sitting next to you on the couch.

You shake your head and hold the pillow tighter, trying not to look at him. He rests his hand on your knee and squeezes it lightly. "Y/N, talk to me, please," he urges and you nod as you sit up a bit.

"Are you..." your voice wavers and you try again, "Are you embarrassed to be with me?"

He touches your chin and gently makes you look at him. He looks concerned as he leans closer to you, "Of course not Y/N. What would make you worry about something so ridiculous?"

"Well... I-" you stammer. "There are rumors going around the Tower that you're dating someone," you start to explain.

"I am," he says matter of factly.

"I know but... you know Pam, Lacy and Megan?" you ask and he nods.

"You've told me about them before but I've only met with Pam once a few weeks ago," he answers.

"They are obsessed with you lately," you tell him. "And it was worse today, they spent all day trying to figure out why no one had ever seen or heard anything about your her. Megan told them she figured you must be ashamed of her for some reason, because why else wouldn't you take her to Tony’s parties. Lacy and Pam joined in of course and they kept coming with more and more reasons why you would hide who you were with... I don't know it was just hard to listen to that for hours I guess."

"Y/N, I would never hide you," he says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Do you know what I did right after our first date?" he asks you and you shake your head no. "I went straight to Thor’s room and told him I had met the most amazing woman in the nine realms," Loki says.

"I didn't know that," you smile, you knew Thor was aware you were together but you had no idea Loki had told him from the beginning.

He chuckles, "He made fun of me a bit for it actually but I didn't care. I know it may seem like I am keeping you a secret, but the moment I met you, I told the only person who has ever had a vague interest in my life about you." You laugh a little, picturing Loki gossiping to Thor but it makes you feel so loved to know he couldn't wait to tell his brother he had met you.

"And you know, I don't take you to Stark’s parties because I don't even want to go. My favorite part of those nights has always been when I can slip out unnoticed and come here," he says and you nod knowing what he's telling you is true, not what your coworkers guessed.

"I'm sorry I let them all get to me today," your smile fades a bit and you feel guilty for doubting him.

"I hate that they made you feel like this," he says, kissing your forehead when you lean on him. He puts his arm around you and asks, "Do you still want to keep this separate from work or do you want to tell them? I will do whatever makes you feel more comfortable, sunflower." You start to nod but then shake your head and then shrug as you pull the pillow up to your face.

"I don't have any idea what that means," he chuckles as he takes the pillow away from you. "Would you like to try again?"

"I want people to know about us," you tell him and he smiles. "Maybe then they will stop thirsting over you," you mumble and he looks at you questioningly.

"I.... well, ok I told them I had a meeting with you and Thor this morning and the whole conversation suddenly turned. They were all talking about how hot you are and the kinds of things they would let you do to them. Pam even joked it was such a long list, they should write it down and I just..." you trail off for a moment. "I got jealous? Does that make sense, I'm not sure how to explain it," you say more as a question than a statement.

Loki laughs lightly and you pick up the pillow from his lap, hitting him in the chest with it. "Its not funny," you pout and cross your arms.

"It is a little," he says, taking the pillow back and throwing it on the floor this time. He puts his hands on your waist and lifts you so you are sitting on his lap facing him. He keeps one hand around your waist and your hands settle on his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt lightly. Loki plays with the ends of your hair and looks into your eyes, slowly moving his face closer to yours.

"Y/N, they can talk all they want about me but I'm yours and no one else's. I love you," he says and you move forward, pressing your lips to his.

"I love you, Loki," you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubs your back lightly.

You sit in silence for a moment then Loki says, "I like the idea of them all knowing you're mine."

(Tuesday through Thursday)

Tuesday morning, you settle into your desk and notice a small emerald green box on top of your papers. Loki was always bringing you little gifts or flowers when you were on dates or at your apartment but you had never gotten a gift while at work before. You open the box and smile to yourself as you hold the 3 inch tall crystal sunflower carefully in your hand. Its beautiful, you can't wait to tell him how much you love it when you see him later tonight.

After a late afternoon meeting on Wednesday, you find a second green box on your desk and it is slightly larger. You pick up the box and as you start to open it, you notice Pam watching you over her shoulder. You ignore her staring, too excited to see what else Loki sent you. You giggle when you realize it is another sunflower gift, this time is a white picture frame and behind the glass is a handcrafted sunflower flower. You lean the frame against the wall of your cubicle and move the crystal flower next to it, suddenly aware that all three of your coworkers are watching you.

The next morning there is yet another green box waiting for you, it's larger still and sitting on your chair. You pull out your chair and sit down, placing the box on your desk as you feel Megan, Pam and Lacy coming up from behind you.

"Another gift?" Megan asks and you nod.

"I can't believe it, looks like you have a secret admirer, Y/N," Lacy says sarcastically.

"Seems like it," you smile at the adorably fuzzy teddy bear that was in the box. You sit him up on your desk and adjust the tall, fake sunflower he is holding. When Loki picks a theme he really sticks with it, you think to yourself.

"What's with all the sunflowers?" Pam asks.

You don't let her judgemental tone bother you, instead you answer her with a smile, "He must know they're my favorite."

You can hear the three of them whispering at various times throughout the day and you are only able to catch small pieces. From what you were able to hear, it seems they had decided the gifts couldn't possibly be from a mystery man.

"She has to be sending them to herself," Pam whispers and the others agree.

"Of course she is, who would be interested in her?" Megan responds. "I mean really, three gifts in two days is a little much."

"I think it's sad," Lacy adds.

When you return from having lunch with Loki you find yet another gift. You look at the long, thin box and wonder briefly how he keeps putting all of these presents on your desk without being seen but shake your head when you remember he's a trickster God who can do magic. Before you can open the present, your computer chimes to remind you of an upcoming meeting. You place the box in your top drawer and leave the office, walking past Megan, Lacy and Pam.

You walk back into the office and hour later and see the three of them standing around your desk and whispering to each other. "Can I help you with something?" you ask when you get closer. They all move back from your desk and you see another, very small green box resting on your keyboard.

"We were just curious to see what the mystery man sent you this time," Megan says as she leans on the wall of your cubicle.

"Oh, he sent me two things actually," you inform her as you take the slim box out of the drawer. Her smug smile fades a bit, it's easy to tell by the shape of the boxes that they both most likely contain jewelry. You open the thin box first and pick up the long gold chain, laying down the sunflower charm in your palm. You pick up the second box and make a point to hold it so the can see the small sunflower ring inside.

You look up briefly and see Megan rolling her eyes. The fact that they still think you are sending yourself these presents means tomorrow will be even more shocking for them and you can't wait.

(Friday afternoon)

"No presents today?" Megan remarks around noon.

"Oh, I should be getting one more. He's bringing it here himself though," you answer her.

"What do you mean?" Lacy asks.

"Don't worry, he'll be here soon," you tell them, checking the time.

"Oh my god..." Pam turns towards the door, her mouth hanging open.

"What?" Megan and Lacy both ask. You turn to look too, you can't wait to see him. Loki and you had taken a half day, you were both excited to start your weekend early.

Loki stands by the door, looking around the office until he finally spots you and a smile spreads across his lips. He's wearing black pants and a tightly fitted black dress shirt, the first few buttons of the collar are open and his sleeves are rolled to his elbows. In one hand he has a bouquet of sunflowers and a large paper bag in his other hand. He makes his way towards you, seemingly unaware of the whispers spreading from one coworker to the other as they try to figure out why the God of Mischief is so focused on you.

You stand up just as Loki reaches your desk and you can feel Pam, Lacy and Megan staring at you but you don't care. Loki places the flowers and the paper bag on your desk without taking his eyes off of you. He puts one hand on your back and pulls your body to his, you giggle and look up at him as his other hand caresses your check softly.

"Happy anniversary, sunflower," he says with a warm smile. He leans down and gently brings your lips to his as he kisses you deeply. You close your eyes as you kiss him back, your hands wrap around his waist, lightly gripping the smooth fabric of his shirt. When you break the kiss to breathe, he rests his forehead against yours and runs his thumb over your lower lip lightly. "Gods, I can't believe it's been a year already. How did I ever get so lucky?" Loki asks and you hear an audible gasp from Lacy and Pam drops her pen.

You laugh, "I think we both got lucky."

He doesn't let go of you, looking at the paper bag then back at you, "I picked up your favorite. How do you feel about eating in the park, that spot by the pond?"

You smile wide and reach up to kiss him again, "I think that sounds amazing."

The two of you walk towards the door, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist while you hold your flowers. You can feel everyone in the office watching you leave and you laugh a bit to yourself. You look up at Loki as you reach the door and he winks at you.

"Think they are shocked now, just wait until they find out I plan on asking you to move in with me," he says just loud enough for them to hear him.

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tummyhurtslol · 1 year

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first post! hope this reaches some people who are interested:)

about a week ago i drank some prune juice, and it was quite the experience lol. i know prune juice is known to rile up your stomach, so i really wanted to try it hehe

and omg it did, my stomach was a giant bloated gurgling mess for the whole night and even into the morning. i really loved it though, my stomach was really turning me on and i wished someone was there with me😩

now i did cut a lot of clips in here because i know not everyone is into the scat/diarrhea, maybe in the future though if enough people want it i can do it! i also am not showing my tummy for privacy reasons, but i may sell or even trade some! i do have all of the clips from night this with my stomach in them, so if you want these in specific or something different just message me!

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i was at work for 10 hours and didn’t eat anything at all. i was hungry, but i saw the prune juice i’d bought for a special occasion and i thought this was the perfect opportunity to get the full effect. i told myself i would drink half, but i pussied out after about 2 cups bc it was really really gross😭. (maybe it’s a good thing i did bc who knows how it could have gone if i did half lol)

and quite literally only about 30 minutes after drinking i started to feel something going on in my tummy. it just kinda felt like gas building up, not a whole lot of gurgling but definitely pressure.

then at the hour mark is when i knew it was working, my stomach started to gurgle like crazy and it felt like water was rushing through my intestines, it was kinda crazy. my belly was starting to bloat like a balloon, it was getting really big which at the time was surprising to me because the prune juice was the only thing in there lol. it wasn’t really uncomfortable yet, just super active lol

but then as time starts to pass it gets more and more uncomfortable, the bloating was a lot and making my stomach literally HUGE. it started to cramp up a lot, and about another hour later i knew that all that built up gas/diarrhea wanted out. i tried to hold it for a little while, but it was pushing really hard and i could only clench for so long 😭

the first bathroom trip was surprisingly the easiest, once the first round came out i did feel a lot of relief, but i knew it wasn’t over. i went a couple more times and then went to lay back down thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. but about 10 minutes later i was proven very very wrong lol

I was just laying in my bed when literally my entire abdomen cramped up and sent a very deep gurgle that told me i had to go right then. i barely even grabbed my phone in time to record and unfortunately didn’t get any of the gurgles before i went the first time because it was just so urgent and sudden lmaoo, and after that it was more so a lot of diarrhea and not a lot of gurgles so the videos for that trip weren’t the best sorry lol

after that second trip though i thought i might’ve gotten most of the diarrhea out maybe just some gas left, but again was proven very wrong lol. i again was laying down when i got another cramp that felt very urgent, so ran back to the bathroom and my stomach definitely let me have it this time. this one was probably the worst, the cramps were so intense and my stomach just felt like it was getting squeezed until everything came out 😭 i stayed there for a while, because i didn’t wanna have to keep running back and forth. i spent about 45 minutes sitting there and i spent a lot of it just clenched at my stomach because it was quite painful, but i still really enjoyed it 😅 but you could definitely hear some of those cramps in the video, they were crazy lol

then i was finally able to relax for about 45 minutes, until i felt another deep and urgent gurgle. i was surprised i still had anything left in me😅 but this time it was a bit less painful, and i was really really enjoying the gurgles. there was one point during this one where i pushed right on my lower belly and it created a huge gurgle and a push of diarrhea, it felt soooooo good😍 but the diarrhea didn’t last long and it was about 2am at this point so i was really tired, and my stomach stopped hurting enough for me to fall asleep.

i did wake up once around 5am to go to the bathroom again, but since i was woken up by it i didn’t grab my phone sorry:( it was really kinda hot though how i immediately woke up to this giant gurgle from my stomach and i just knew i had to go lol, i wish i had it recorded😅 but then i fell back asleep and woke up in the morning to just a very gassy tummy, but no more diarrhea. i felt the effects all day though, i was super gassy and my stomach definitely still felt a little heavy and bloated. i didn’t feel completely back to normal until the day after that lol, so it definitely sent my stomach for a ride.

overall though, it was such a fun experience and i really wanna do it again. the gurgles from this were like no other and i could feel them throughout my entire abdomen, it was so hot😍 i don’t really mind the pain that much, i especially like it if someone is there to help ease the pain:) but yes, i will probably be doing this again hopefully soon, because i loved this experience and i hope you guys love it too!

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Could you do a soft/hard dom smut austin with the title ❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

a/n: thank deftones for this one

i’ll take care of you

warnings: office men, breakdown, teeeeeny bit of angst (if u even wanna call it that lol), cunnilingus.

it was an everyday situation having to deal with magazine editors. you work hard to come up with new, better magazine covers yet your work always gets discredited. it sucks because you’re so popular at work yet they can’t give you reasonable respect. you weren’t asking for a bouquet of flowers every morning and people to bow down to you every other second— that would be nice but impractical— no, you were asking for people to not take credit for your covers, not downplaying you and robbing you blind of your talent.

today was just like any other, somebody cracking offensive jokes, men being immature around the office and your female coworkers just getting by. there was never a moment when you felt relaxed at your job. even when you have your own comfortable office, you still felt tense.

a few knocks on your door alarmed you, and the door swung open before you could even allow the person to enter your office. “how may i help you tim?” you smiled with anger hiding behind your teeth.

he appeared sluggish, his tie, tied the wrong way and had coffee stains on his shirt. his five o’clock shadow being patchier than who knows what. the shoes he wore were worn out, the color slowly leaving. the strong scent of cheap cologne almost gave you a brain aneurysm.

“hey dear, boss wants three new magazine covers by tomorrow. get on it.” he grinned back and slammed the door with that. you couldn’t believe it. no sympathy for you, not one bit.

yet, when the long day was over, you got in your car and drove home. usually, your boyfriend, austin, would pick you up but he had a lot on his schedule today, hence why you are in the car alone, with no radio, and no talking. just pure and utter silence.

after the peaceful drive, you entered the house through the garage and broke down right there before you could even make it into the living room. you felt like adrien brody in the pianist, feeling so empty and the gut-wrenching feeling of crying got the best of you.

you sat down on your knees, placed your elbows on the floor, and sunk your face into your hands. you screamed into your palms, letting your tears fall. there was nowhere else you’d want to be but in your little shell where nobody could bother you. you raised your head off the floor, crawled to a close corner, and pushed your knees up to your chest. you soothed yourself by humming ‘blackbird’ by the beatles. it was the only way that you could keep yourself grounded. you couldn’t really hear anything else, just you.

“baby?” you heard austin’s voice from the kitchen, he walked. “i thought you’d be at the fan meeting or that interview.” you kept your head down, your nose was stuffed from all the crying, your reply sounded like you had caught yourself a cold. “i was gonna surprise you with your favorite dinner, i just finished cooking it.” he sympathized as he squatted next to you and began rubbing your back. “you don’t have to austin… i’m— i just…” your mind got scrambled, trying to hold the tears back from spilling yet again. “shh it’s okay,” he spoke again, keeping his attention all on your body language and tone.

“hey… why don’t we go to the couch hm? think that’ll be better?” he spoke softly against your ear. “yeah.” you sniffled with a sigh, getting off the floor. you grabbed your bag as austin took your coat.

you kept your head down as you went into the living room and sat on the couch, throwing the cream-colored fleece on your legs. you wiped your face without worrying about the messy makeup residue left on your hands. you removed your shoes, unbuckling the sides and throwing them on your marble floor.

your eyes stayed on austin’s figure as he walked to sit on the opposite side of the couch. “you wanna talk about it?” he said, copying your mannerisms unconsciously. “i just… i’m tired. i’m so tired.” you expressed. the gut feeling was back again, and you held yourself up to get out a few more sentences. “i’m tired of every man that steps into that office. into my office. i have to make three more magazine cover templates by tomorrow. i just- i’m tired.” your vision became blurry with the memory of mistreatment.

“come here.” he opened his arms to you, inviting you into closure. he was wearing your favorite clothing he always wears when he’s at home with you. his wifebeater, and his soft pajama pants with the batman logo all over them. it wasn’t his favorite piece, he honestly thought they were childish but he knew you enjoyed seeing him in those pants.

you crawled over to his warm body, sitting in his lap. your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, and you rubbed his pant legs. “it’s just so hard, i’m so tired of all of them.”

“why haven’t you put in your two weeks?” he said while poking you in the sides. “i am not quitting!” you giggled as you held austin’s pointer fingers with a grip of your fist. “why do you want to deal with those assholes all day?”

“well, if i quit, we gotta worry about money. the root of all evil, and i just… don’t wanna do that— have that disagreement between us.” you said as austin wrapped his arms around your waist. “you never gotta worry about that baby… i got you. i’ll take care of you.” austin comforted you, his arms slightly tightened around you. “you will?” you smiled.

you don’t want to quit, it wasn’t your forte. money is something you hated to fight about. you hated asking for your boyfriends’ help, knowing he would help you without repercussion. granted, you’ve never fought about money, you’ve never really fought about anything. you didn’t want to add to a future dispute.

“of course, i’ll always help you, my love,” he muttered into your ear, placing a kiss on your neck. you chuckled, moving to make your neck more accessible. “someone’s needy.” “not me.” you play dumb, both of you know you aren’t.

“if you aren’t then i’ll stop. how ‘bout that?” he joked as he removed his face from your neck. “that’s not fair!” you poked out your bottom lip and made it quiver within a matter of seconds. he laughed at your puppy dog eyes and resumed his foreplay.

he placed, even more, kisses on your neck, leading his soft lips up to your own. you desperately kissed him back with a moan added onto it. “wait.” you pulled away to fully turned around and straddled austin’s lap, hiking your skirt up. you attached your lips once again. your hand weaved between his golden hair, the deprived sexual attention became aware to the both of you.

you mindlessly rutted your lower half against his crotch. “not needy huh?” you scoffed, wrapping your arms around his neck, allowing your head to fall, and putting your forehead on his. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” you giggled. “no?” he shook his head as he carried on with kissing your neck, leaving marks, rubbing your back with one hand and cupping your ass with the other.

it wasn’t long until you felt him beneath you, a grin painted your face as you ground your body on him again with intention. you watched as his eyes closed tightly, as you did the same. you threw your head back while holding onto your shoulders. you could climax right there, austin however, hated how you had to work for your own pleasure, especially after a long day. the way you started to speed up the pace made it clear to him that you’d come any minute.

“lay on your back, can you do that for me?” you whined in protest along with an obedient nod. he casually edged you, he doesn’t even know what he was doing to you. you listened despite being on the edge still. “put your head on that side.” he nudged his head in the direction that he wanted you to lay.

you did as told, removing your body from his and laying back on the couch. you weren’t paying attention to austin’s hands, slowly unbuttoning the black blouse that was a little tight. “god you’re beautiful.” he placed a kiss on your chest as he continued to unbutton. even though he just accidentally edged you, it didn’t even matter to you, his soft kisses melted your memory. “take this off for me baby.” he lightly tugged your top. you smiled a little and took off the blouse. he reached around to your back and unlatched your bra.

“i’ll never get enough of you,” he said, your hands reaching for the side of his face, pulling him back down to your lips. you couldn’t stop yourself, you loved his lips being on yours. like a puzzle piece, you went together. he toyed with your breast, softly flicking at your nipple. you could barely keep yourself contained. your moans cut in between.

he slowly detached himself from you, tapping your hips. “lift up pretty girl.” you bucked your waist up. austin unzipped your skirt, pulling it off your body. he threw it to the side, landing it into the solo chair. his eyes never left your french cut panties, and his pointer finger ran down your covered slit. you gasped at the contact he had with your heat. “still not needy?” he smirked. “please…” you grabbed at his wrist, tugging it toward your body. “please what baby… i can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” he murmured. “austin.” your voice became firmer. “okay okay.” he gave in, peeling off your panties. the cool air hit your warmth.

you winced at the chill feeling, you watched as austin’s tongue fell out his mouth, metaphorically of course. he was mesmerized by you. “you alright?” he checked in while caressing your lower abdomen. you nodded while taking a deep breath.

he laid down on his stomach, positioning his mouth in front of you. you couldn’t wait much longer for him. he planted a track of gentle kiss down your inner thigh. you became more deprived as he ran the kisses up and down one thigh. “austin.” you whined. “i’m getting there baby.” he mumbled into your skin.

placing a few more kisses right above you he placed his mouth on your cunt, taking licks at your folds. that first lick wasn’t enough for austin, he only craved you more. his hunger became stronger with every second he was sucking your bud. your toes curled up in pleasure, and you bit the back of your hand to hold yourself back.

“let me hear you. let me know i’m taking care of my girl well.” he soothed while taking a breath, his fingers parted your lips. he blew a string of cold air. “shit.” you closed your eyes calmly, throwing your arms above your head. “that’s it baby.” he spoke into your wetness. the vibrations sent up through your bundle of nerves causing you slight jolt.

his tongue lapped at your pussy, like you were his personal ice cream, his favorite flavor. your hands gripped at his hair, trying your hardest not to tug hard. your moans spilled out of your lips like a waterfall, your brain turning into complete mush with every lap.

too dumb to realize he slipped a finger inside of you. he pumped them in and out, his slightly cold fingers felt so good as his tongue and lips toyed with your clit once again. “fuck— holy shit—“ you sharply sucked in air, your stomach hollowed, exposing the outlines of your ribs. “jesus fucking christ.” your back arched as your hand reached for something else to grab.

every thrust of his finger pushed you closer to the edge. he savored every moan and curse word that fell out. goosebumps spread all over your arms, and your legs began to tremble. “are you close?” he removed his lips from you, keeping his eyes on you while he was mindlessly fingering you. “yes. god. yes.” you groaned.

“whenever you’re ready go ahead,” he said, attaching his lips back to your pearl. he sped his fingers up a little bit more. “i—“ you purred. you became dumb, only wanting more from him. “faster.” you spat out. that’s one of the only words that could come to mind, that’s what you want.

he listened, frantically filling you up with his fingers. your walls fluttered around his middle and ring. you opened your eyes and only viewed stars, everything all came to a stop. as if the world slowed down. your back arched one last time, your hand gripping austin’s hair and pushing him closer to you. “fuck! right there aus—“ you bucked your hips up a little, and your moans turned into incoherent begs as you rode out your high.

austin finally stopped, and he places a few kisses on your cunt one last time. “such a good girl.” he praised. “—i love you so much.”

“i love you too aus…” you expressed, panting, trying to catch up your breath. your body was still on cloud nine.

“now… how does one turn in her two weeks.”

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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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RIO/MANNY x black! READER / Summer Prompts !

A/N: y’all seem to like domestic Rio/manny from me and I’m here to deliver with some mess on the side ofc! This was supposed to be out before the fourth but…I was too lazy and unmotivated to write lol but reading some books that are collecting dust in my room inspired me to! Hope you had a fun and safe holiday IF you celebrate lmao. We only celebrate since it’s my big bro’s bday. Anyways!!! This was deeply inspired by all those fireworks gone wrong videos that seem to surface every year! Here’s a cute? Summer prompt. Hope this doesn’t flop like my others ones ✌🏽

WARNINGS: violence, violence, violence! Disability, trauma, mentions of edibles + language — if you’re familiar with my work then this isn’t news to you! 😆 + mentions of the punisher crossover but not overly important!

Song playing in the background while written if you’re wondering or not—it’s fine—

#11. Fireworks from this prompt list here.

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To cope with the fact that you almost lost the love of your life, you went out and bought a boat.

“Mama, what’s this charge on the joint account?” Manny scratched at his buzzed hair, looking at you underneath his lengthy eyelashes as he sat at the dining table.

You hummed as you placed your sleepy daughter, Emmanuelle, “Emmy,” into your husband’s lap. With ease he wrapped a arm around her entire waist as the 3C girl relaxed into her father’s chest, not talking his ear off this evening.

Plopping down in the chair next to them with your glass of Sauvignon Blanc, you slid the bank statement closer to your line of vision since you took your contacts out for the night. Your eyes scanned over the numbers from last month, resulting in you lifting your shoulders, nonchalant.

“Yes, that’s the boat I bought this summer for us to take out on the lake.”

Manny twitched his bottom lip to the side, slightly biting down on it as he deeply inhaled, “…we ain’t discuss that. Anything that’s coming out of our shared account is usually discussed and I’ve got a fantastic memory so…run that by me again.”

Raising your brows you huffed out a laugh, “oh yeah? How about when you spend thousands on toys for your baby girl?”

“I enjoy spoilin’ my girls, sue me.”

“And I enjoy retail therapy.” You challenged, raising your glass as you swallowed the rest of your wine before getting to your feet, “it’s your turn for night time duty with Emmy, i don’t think she’ll give you too much of a hard time tonight.”

Standing up, you leaned forward to place a kiss on top of Emmy’s almond scented thick hair and walked off with Manny watching you leave.

“Yeah, at least somebody won’t.” Manny muttered, as he lightly began to bounce the four year old on his lap.

Manny should have known that this was going to be hard for you. No matter how hard you tried to downplay the situation. You weren’t a stranger to the dark side, mostly everybody on your fathers side was part of the one-niners and although they tried to not include you in the stigma, you ended up with someone who was simply on the other side.

The wrong side.

The two of you been married since twenty-one and twenty-two and dealing with each other for much longer (17-18)…minus the times you broke up. There was no escaping what you had and what Manny was involved in. Usually people tended to keep you out of it all but it was almost next to impossible considering who you surrounded yourself with. You weren’t completely innocent, you learned at a young age with your dad and uncles in and out of prison and what small jobs were asked of you. This was the real time you had to get your hands dirty, when it became knowledge that the sons put a hit out on the Mayans.

All of the Mayans, including the Yuma Charter.

It was that gnawing at your gut that got you involved. When you haven’t heard from Manny and with the recent death of Canche, you did not have a good feeling. So with a quick call to your girls (real girl gang shit!) and cousins, you rode out for your man.

That was the first time you committed a crime or what you considered a real crime: homicide and everyone expected you to be shell shocked, much like you were in those brief moments you put Issac down on his got damn knees.

Not in the way that he wanted, that’s for sure.

“Y/N.”

Humming on your side now in bed, you didn’t bother to turn to Manny who rested beside you.

“Are we gonna have a honest conversation about you purchasing that big ass boat that’s sitting in the front yard?”

Keeping your eyes closed you continued resting on your hands, “What’s there to talk about? I bought it for us but if you don’t want to use it, I can always take the girls.”

“So you can throw ass at some horny college boys passing by?” You could tell Manny was shaking his head, “absolutely not. I know how y’all get with Julio in your system—it’s not even about the boat, it’s your mental behind that.”

“I always wanted a boat, I saw it, wanted it aaand,” You sung, “I got it. Next time I’ll purchase it from my account but it’s a family gift…so I didn’t see the big deal.”

Next time?

It was Manny’s turn to raise his brows.

“You know baby girl might be traumatized being in a big body of water like that.” He spoke.

That’s when you turned slightly to face him in the dim room. It happened last summer on a lake house trip in upstate New York, Emmy was in the water with your mother on a floaty. There was another boat close by with some college students on water ski’s. Somehow Emmy got away from your mother, ended outside of her floaty and under the water where her arm got caught in their blade. Your daughter almost lost her entire arm and that was probably one of the most scariest moments of your life.

Of course you took that into consideration, what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t? When you were growing up you were hardly a water person but your mother forced you along with your siblings to like it. Your father wasn’t much of a water person either but he preferred the lake over the beach any day.

“She might,” you answered, “but she’s gradually getting familiar with the water again after she received her prosthetic. We’ll have her safe in the kiddie pool. Not the lake. We all unfortunately get exposed to things we don’t want to, doesn’t mean we have to live in fear over it.”

Manny tilted his head at you, lightly damping his lips. “Mama. I understand where you’re comin’ from but we agreed we weren’t gonna do that, raise our kids how our parents did us.”

“Have you met your child, Manuel?” You stared hard at the man you usually adored but was on your nerves tonight, “she’s ambitious, quick on her feet, and will do whatever she wants when she wants, just like you.”

Manny rubbed at his mouth in thought. The last part sounded more like you but he wasn’t about to argue that, not tonight. It was evident you weren’t keen on explaining yourself fully to him, he figured that was only a conversation you wanted to have with your therapist. Manny meant to run up on the therapist after he left the club the other night but given that he was at war with the sons, he had to make sure he was coming straight home to you and Emmy. He wasn’t sure if the sons knew what you did but he was positive this would be a everlasting war, since more of their own were dropping like flies.

However that meant getting the one-niners involved since you were technically part of them. Manny made it his job now to inform the rest of the charters but it was to his surprise to learn Ezekiel Reyes now sat in the president’s chair. That was a problem for another day but right now his focus was on you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” He pressed the side of his head into the crease of his shoulder.

Manny watched as your body seemed to release some of the tension in it. You smacked the back of your hand against his face, making him grab your hand to nip at your fingers.

“Duh, we’re in this for life dummy. I just don’t want to be vulnerable around you right now, want to focus on the positive and moving forward. Is that too much to ask for?”

Manny could respect that. When you were growing up you were much more sensitive when he first met you, he found that shit cute and poked fun at you, cooing, “sweetheart!” Whenever he greeted you. Life has a way of changing you either for the better or the worse, manny was still unsure where you fell on that line; especially now that he put you in the position to save him from being burned alive.

He lifted his thin frame off the bed to slide in beside you as you rolled back onto your side. He entangled himself with you, cuddling you like you were his damn pregnancy pillow, smushing his face against the side of yours.

Sliding a bit against your champagne colored silk scarf you laughed as he clicked his tongue in irritation. It was his own fault for having dewey skin and thinking he could just rest comfortably against your scarf like that. He knew what the deal was so he shouldn’t be acting brand new.

Once he was comfortable fidgeting his face around, he let out a small sigh as he squeezed you tight against him.

“Aight focusing on the positive, got it.” He responded after awhile, “want to hear something that I know that you don’t?”

“Um…”

“Your moms planned a gathering here at the spot for the fourth. Called me about it and said she’s tired of having it at her place and that it was time for us to host, her words: we had a big enough break since Christmas.” Manny stated making your eyes snap open.

He wouldn’t allow you to turn and face him with how snug he had you in his arms though.

“How the hell is that positive? Basically she just told you what the fuck she’s gonna do? Not ask?! The fourth is three days away, we don’t have enough time to plan for that shit! You have shit going on at the club, I’m frequently at therapy now while still managing a boutique, on top of that with a hyperactive four year old—I don’t even like having people in our house and she knows that.” You grumbled.

Manny laughed, “and you said baby girl gets doing what she wants when she wants from me? Yeah aight. That’s all your side.”

If your arms weren’t locked in Manny’s arms right now, you’d elbow the shit out of his ribs.

“Don’t stress, we always make it work don’t we? Just relax and try to get some sleep, I’m right here.” His smooth voice provided you the comfort you needed as the night shined on.

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The night sky began to burn in navy blue with specs of pearls that waved hello. The cookout seemed to fly by pretty quickly despite the stress your mother placed on you. She always had these bright ideas but at least she was here to help out with setting up and making sure the food was right. With everything going on you wanted to cater but your mother wasn’t having that…which meant more work. It was almost as if this was thanksgiving and Christmas all over again with how much dedication she put into it all. If showing up at nine in the morning didn’t speak for your mother, then there wasn’t much more you could say to convince anyone else.

“Your mother means well,” your father would always excuse—until she pissed him off that is.

So you had his voice in the back of your head whenever she ticked you off throughout the day. Once the woman had a edible mid-afternoon she calmed her boisterous attitude down for awhile until one of your best friend’s, Cherish requested the DJ—her on and off again boyfriend to play one of Chris Brown’s tracks from his new album, that your mother came down from her high. It was already a sight to see your mother act a fool to Al Green but it was a whole other thing once she heard Chris Brown.

True embarrassment was felt even when your no good friends and cousins hyped her up. You been seen enough, keeping your distance across the yard as you mingled with a few old friends that came up from NYC: Frank, Karen, Billy, David and his wife, Sarah. Manny wasn’t that found of the three men, especially David but he kept it cordial as you did the same with Ezekiel and Angel Reyes.

You weren’t sure what Manny was thinking by allowing not only the brothers but the rest here at your home, your supposed safe haven. They maybe working together and Manny was still holding onto the benefit of the doubt when it came to EZ but you knew Manny was smarter than what he was playing at.

It was hard for you to hide your emotions when you didn’t fuck with people, so you didn’t hold your tongue when your husband introduced you. You found Angel big headed (literally) and annoying much like your late friend, Johnny Cruz told you he was. He was basically a man-child and you heard the gossip from other women who were friends of your girl-friends how he couldn’t get his shit together. You knew men like him, shit, you fucked men just like him in college when you and manny weren’t together. So to have him standing here in your home simply annoyed you. It was projection sure but you couldn’t really help that.

Ezekiel on the other hand had this arrogance about him. You only heard some of the chatter the Yuma charter would say once they all became acquainted and it was clear they didn’t fuck with their side. However Manny was one to always look at situations from all perspectives…which was odd to you since he made it clear he would kill and die for your child. EZ seemed to be analyzing you as much as you were him, although he had such a charming smile, you saw darkness in those honey wooded eyes.

So you kept your distance from most of the Mayans, mostly speaking to Marcus, his family, and what was left of the Yuma Charter, if you weren’t speaking to your own.

The night was running as decent as could be until a pop ripped through the air. It seemed as if you almost stopped breathing, your head searching for the cause of the sound as smoke flew into the air; before multiple pops ripped in the sky; forming colors.

“Now who the hell?” You heard one of your friends ask.

You heard manny call out, “yo, primo Jamal! This what we doing? Give me a signal next time, man.”

You noticed all of the clubs holding onto their straps.

Your cousin, Jamal, grinned from his spot from the side of the house, “just had to make sure these old things still work my guy!”

“Okay, nobody told you to do that tho.” You called out, eyes in slits.

He kissed his teeth, “everybody else startin’, we can’t go out like some punks! Gotta show ‘em what we got!”

“I’m with Jamal!” Angel agreed, beer bottle held up in the air.

Your glare was now on the taller bearded man across the yard and Manny held his hands out to you, telling you he would handle it. He motioned to the DJ to keep the music going as he waved the Mayans from both charters to follow him to a few of your cousins that huddled together. Shaking your head you inhaled air through your smile as you turned back to the conversation you were sharing with your amused sibling.

What happened next may or may not be triggering. With the music down, the smell of charcoal still lingering in the air, stomach’s full, and gentle night breeze swirling around, most gathered around to watch the fireworks decorate the sky. You could hear in the distance other fireworks going off and what seemed like a nice way to end the night, quickly turned into another nightmare you didn’t need.

The first and second round of works were cool, pretty even but as the third was starting you found that you wanted to be under your man’s arm with your daughter clinging onto either of you. You quickly became bored with the continuous popping and began to move through the yard as everyone watched in awe or brought their phones out for keepsake. As you were making your way through the yard, you had that feeling in your stomach again, making you pause.

A garbage can was smoking on the opposite side; away from where mostly everyone was gathered. Before you could pry your lips apart, the garbage can lifted from its side into the air with the deafening sound of a BOOM that shook the ground. You flinched, watching in horror as your backyard filled with smoke, sparks flying rapidly and shooting towards the windows of your home.

You were sure you would need window replacements now.

“Y/N!” You heard Manny yell over the screams of your running guests.

The can began to spin at the impact once it fell back to the ground, spitting out more fireworks towards any and everybody. You spotted your cousin Jamal laying on the ground now, a great distance from the garbage can.

Before you could make your way over to his stupid ass, the smoke began to make your eyes burn as more fireworks went off from all areas of the backyard now. You felt a hand grip your wrist and yank you through the smoke and away from possible damage.

You panted as you now stood in the street, slightly choking as you used one hand to hold onto one of your thighs. Rubbing your eyes you faced Manny’s who watched you in concern while he held onto Emmy, who clung to his neck.

“You okay, mama?”

The sound of the mini explosions made your heart pound. Using the back of your arm you wiped the sweat that began to form at your forehead and shakily gathered your hair up to air your kitchen out. Swallowing, you folded your fingers into your palms silently motioning for your child who easily gripped onto you, swinging her legs around your hips.

“If Jamal isn’t dead, I’m gonna kill him.” You gritted.

You hugged Emmy who giggled against your neck, “mommy, that was fun!”

Fun? It was time for her to go to bed, for real.

You snapped your head back at Emmy who giggled up at you and you shook your head as you placed her head against your chest. You mouthed to Manny who bit back a smile, “thats your crazy child.”

The lanky tattooed man leaned towards you, pressing a hand into your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re alright. We’re alright. Right? Everybody okay?!” He turned to the guests that stood in the street.

“Hell nawl!”

“I think I done shitted on my Versace.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“What a party!”

“I guess.”

“Do we look alright to you, homie?”

“The hell was that?!” A few of the Mayans echoed after the short troll doll looking one, you think Manny said his name was Bishop, exclaimed.

You noticed Ezekiel nodding his head for Manny to head his way and it was your turn to grip his wrist. Immediately he faced you, his eyes soft but questioning before his mouth did.

“If anybody is truly hurt, and I hope to God they aren’t. they’ll think this is the son’s doing but if it turns out to be the Reyes brother’s…this is going to be a real fucking,” you whispered the swear knowing you had your daughter in your arms, “problem, I promise you.”

Manny searched your eyes, noticing the major shift in you since you had his back weeks ago.

“I know, y/n. I hope that’s not the case, for their sake. I got us, always.” He pulled the both of you into a long embrace.

Boldly you responded, “me too.”

You pulled back, peering up into his eyes to let him know you meant that, in which he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and dipped his head at you, squeezing your shoulders, he leaned forward to peck your lips quickly before spinning on his heels to handle business, as usual.

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Continue along with summer anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #good girls nbc #rio x black!reader #mayans mc fx #mayans mc x reader #manny mayans x reader #manny montana #the punisher #ez reyes #Angel Reyes #marcus alvarez #bishop losa #johnny cruz #Johnny coco cruz #coco cruz

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chuu-huahua · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHUUYA

chuuya is so babygirl that he gets his own birthday post (dw dazai gets one too in june lol). slay ig

tw: fire? from a candle?? / dark era spoilers / mentions of alcohol because chuuya likes wine

he didn’t celebrate his birthday a lot, both in the sheep and in the mafia. prices weren’t low when he was younger, and he didn’t nearly have enough time to take a day off to relax from the bloodshed and fighting around him

so when he found a small cake sitting in his fridge that evening, with a small yellow sticky note with a handwriting he was way too familiar with, all he could do was smile. the stupid mackerel had gotten him a cake. it even contained alcohol. stupid bandage wasting machine…

and surprisingly, mori waved him off when he came over to submit his mission report that morning, telling him to take the day off and “enjoy his youth” (his words, not chuuya’s), slipping a paper containing red crayon marks wording something along the lines of “i’ll kill you”, whatever that meant, under his own piles of endless paperwork

so, he spent the rest of his day lounging around in his penthouse, savouring the rum flavoured slice of cake his ex-partner had gotten him (of course he checked for poison; it wouldn’t do him any good to drop dead on the floor of his house before he could even submit his mission report to mori), and nursing the glass of wine from a bottle he had stored away for some time now. the sun was starting to set, bathing the land with its warm oranges and reds and yellows, and the buildings around him were coated in golden light

his shoulders had finally loosened up from writing endless reports and tending to mountains of paperwork after a while, so when he received a phone call from kouyou telling him to come over for some business, his sigh cut through the comfortable silence that had mixed into the atmosphere of his living room

but when he arrived at the oh so familiar traditional japanese style house his ane-san resided at, the surprise was clear on his face when he slid open the door to come face to face with the ginger from the black lizard. kouyou was not too far behind him, going through the entire tea ceremony with grace akin to swans, the aroma of the fresh warm beverage now wafting through the entire estate. now that he looked behind tachihara, he could see higuchi and hirotsu, as well as the akutagawa siblings

his ane-san called him over, instructing him to sit down with her on the tatami mats that still bathed in the gold of the setting sun. a cup of tea was placed in front of him, as well as a small black box. blowing softly over the top of the cup before placing it to his lips, chuuya almost choked when he opened the box to reveal a brand new pair of black gloves. his current ones were worn and creased over the years of use, as well as the countless washings it went through to clean off the blood of his enemies. the people around him could only smile at the shock on his face, some giggling at his wide eyed look

so when he stretches the new leather over his hands and wiggles his fingers, the familiar warmth of his old glove is replaced with a new comfort that wraps his hand, and the warmth in his chest burns like an inferno

although he lost the sheep when he was younger, seeing the smiles on the faces of the people surrounding him as they bring out a cake from kouyou’s fridge makes the emotions in his chest swirl like the storms and tornadoes; if he had never met dazai, he would probably have never met the people who were singing him a birthday song (his very first one) and using the lighter from his pocket (when had they even got hold of it?) to light the tiny wax candle that stood proudly on the cream

as he made his wish and blew out the candles, he could almost feel the hairs at the back of his neck standing, as if they too could tell that there was a certain brown haired detective toasting a glass of cheap sake to him from his own apartment

some PROFESSIONAL SQUASH PLAYER DAZAI content too <3

a kiss on the lips.

that was what japan’s number one national squash player had gifted him for his birthday, right after he stepped out of the court, all sweaty from the movement and with his racket still gripped tightly in his hand.

sure, the frame of the eyewear had pressed against his forehead rather harshly; sure, the mackerel had sweat dripping all over him from the exhaustive game he just had; sure, their teeth had knocked together when their lips connected. but chuuya could not deny that his skin shone as bright as his hair, the back of his hand pressed to his pursed lips, sharp blue eyes following the taller figure as he skipped off to find his manager.

he continued to stare at the back of the exercise shirt that had gotten slightly see-through with the sweat running down the man’s back, but his shoulders visibly flinched when dazai turned to look back at him, eyes shining with mirth. happy birthday, he mouthed, before giggling cheekily and trailing after the man with sleek black hair that led him away, leaving chuuya to continue feeling the intense burn of his cheeks.

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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I have a really stupid and personal TPN request— I am condemned for feeling love for a woman, and I am insecure of my feelings for her.

How would Emma react if (reader) talks about their insecurity of loving women, if they’re doing the right thing?

Mostly seeking comfort in this ask lol, and if this is too much, or too personal; please ignore it.

With all my heart, I want you to be comfortable taking requests and writing them.

Love you Shroomie, <3

— New Fan

This isn’t stupid at all! As a gay woman who often questions my sexuality I sort of relate to this. And I appreciate you for worrying about my comfort. I love you too, new fan! You’re awesome! <33 Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Emma (ft. Ray & Norman)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you) ((reader is lesbian and is an AFAB but I’ll still refer to reader with gn pronouns))

TW: Reader questioning sexuality, besides that just fluff!

Style: Hcs

Summary: Reader is a lesbian who is insecure and a bit unsure of their sexuality, so they seek Emma out for comfort.

Not only would you be ridiculed for loving someone romantically at this age, but it’d be even worse if they knew it was girls you were having these feelings for. You’ve read quite a few romance books in the library, and all they ever talked about were men and women. You tried to like boys, you truly did. But your heart was instead aching for one of the same gender.

Their uniform, their hair, their voice, their laugh, their personality, everything was just so gorgeous to you. All of these beauties were something that you simply couldn’t find in a boy. But you couldn’t express these feelings with anyone, not even Mom. Though, now that you thought about it, there was one particular girl who never judged anyone, no matter what horrible things they’ve done, and always tries her best to help everyone out.

Emma, the orange haired girl. One of the children who always got top scores, and who was a mother figure to every child at the orphanage. The exact girl who made you realize these odd feelings. Maybe she’d understand, maybe she’d be able to lend an ear and help you.

And so, you went out to the field where all the orphans were playing tag. Perfect timing, it seemed, as Emma was walking out the forest having a tantrum about how it wasn’t fair how Norman always won, with said boy laughing behind her. You saw this as an opportunity and took it, running over to her and grabbing her hand. She and her two best friends, Norman and Ray, looked at you.

“Uh, Emma, could we talk somewhere private?” The boys shared a suspicious look, which got you worried. You hoped you weren’t being too weird right now.

“Oh, sure! How does the library sound?” The girl replied, as positive as ever.

“Sounds great.”

“Awesome, let’s go!” She tightened her grip on your hand and ran inside, with you stumbling behind her trying to keep up. The boys were left wondering what was going on. You never really managed to make any friends, so you were always alone. You spent your time either in the library or in your room. The only time you were around everyone else was at breakfast and dinner, or when Mom forced you outside to try and make friends. Which sadly never worked, so you’d end up holding back tears as your face was shoved in her dress, feeling as unwanted as ever. They felt bad for you, honestly. But why would you suddenly come up and talk to someone? Ray was more than suspicious. Norman calmed him down with the idea that maybe you were just trying to make friends, besides Emma is one of the easiest people to befriend. Everyone knew that. Though that didn’t relax Ray from thinking you were trying to do something, so he went to spy on the two of you, leaving Norman no choice but to go with him.

The two of you arrived at the library, you leaning on a table out of breath. Since you never played tag, you weren’t used to running. Especially at the same speeds as Emma. The girl nervously chuckled and mumbled some apologies, you doing your best to tell her she was forgiven with your lack of oxygen.

Ray and Norman finally arrived at the library, peeking through the crack in the door and listening closely.

When you finally caught your breath, you stood up and looked at Emma.

“I just… needed someone to talk to about some thoughts I’ve been having. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all! I’m here to listen.” She smiled at you and sat down on the floor, you sitting in front of her and looking at the wooden floor, fiddling with your hands.

“So… you know how girls are supposed to like boys?” Emma’s eyes glowed up and she began giggling.

“OH MY GOSH, DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?!” You rushed to cover her mouth with your hand, Ray and Norman attempting to hold back their laughs.

“Let me finish! Um, instead of liking boys I like… girls.” Emma finally calmed down and looked at you with curiosity.

“Really? That’s cool!”

“You aren’t… weirded out by it?” Emma shook her head.

“Of course not, love is love! You can like anybody you want. You can even love something that isn’t human! But that’d be a little scary.” You giggled at her rambling, finally looking into her eyes.

“I really appreciate that. I always thought people would think that it’s weird.”

“Well, if they do, just know that I’m okay with it! And I’m sure everyone here would be fine with it too! You should try talking to them.”

“Um, I’m not sure…”

“Oh, you’re nervous? That’s okay! We can start with Ray and Norman!” Emma grabbed your hand and rushed out the library with you, making Ray and Norman stumble back when the doors were shoved open.

“Were you two spying on us?”

“Uh, no.” Ray said, looking away. Norman hit his arm and looked Emma and you in the eye.

“Yeah, we were spying on you. Ray was suspicious of Y/N.” Emma gasped and started hitting Ray on the head over and over, making him get up and run away whilst Emma continues to chase him. You and Norman laughed together.

“Hey, Y/N. Sit next to me.” He patted the floor next to him, and you sat down.

“We both heard everything, and we support you and are willing to be your friend. We can even help you make friends with the other children if you’d like! Though you may want to go to Emma for that, Ray and I are more used to our little friend group.” You nodded, scooting a bit closer to him, feeling safe and comfortable in his presence.

“Thank you.” He hummed in response, before getting up.

“Maybe we should find the other two before Emma kills him.” Norman laughed a bit, and you nodded and got up, the two of you running around in search of your friends.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Apologies if this wasn’t to your liking! And I got a bit carried away with Norman and Ray lmfao. But I still hope you all enjoyed! <33

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn isabella #tpn emma #bun asks

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ayatoscupid · 1 year

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🌼 🌸 🌹 🍁 ~ rebeccaselfships

hey hey!! SURPRISE!! it’s me- Zack! I’m not in the main list and all, since I’ve been pretty busy with my own stuff, but I just wanted to have a shot at answerin some questions!!! so here’s a limited edition post from yours truly ;D

some of the others not on the main list this f/ovember may do this too, so keep an eye out!! anyway, let’s get to these questions!

🌼 - How would you describe your s/o’s personality?

the others talk about how alike we are- and in a way, I can see it :P! I’m a puppy, Cupid’s a puppy, so we’re both just bundles of energy!! he does have his more relaxed moments, but with me he just gets more energised. it’s super cute heh <333

hmm, what else.. he’s different around other people bcoz that’s just how he is, but you can tell when he’s comfortable around you!! he’s usually pretty quiet, but when he gets real talkative, that’s when you know ;D he can get real affectionate too, even when you’re just friends!! he’s the baby of his closest friend group, and it’s easy to see why- he can be a pretty clingy pup :P but he feels much better when other people take the first step- you gotta remember that if you wanna be friends with him.. but he’s been trying to move outside his comfort zone more, so he may come knocking at your door first instead!!

all in all, he’s really just a jittery puppy 🥰 or a bunny? he can be docile and independent like one, but he’s also energetic and clingy…. oh yeah! he’s been told before he’s 90% pup 10% bun, so there ya go! and 100% mine heh <333

🌸 - How did you meet your s/o?

I met him through Cloud!! they’re twin brothers, after all- it’s kinda funny how they’re complete opposites tho lol. I thought they were pretty similar when we first met though!! bcoz Cupid was shaking like a leaf n all and hiding behind Cloud- it was really cute, actually, but I also felt bad bcoz I thought I intimidated him :( Cloud thankfully told me that he’s just super shy around strangers, so I tried my best to get him to open up! honestly, I thought he was really cute from the moment I saw him- but I figured this time I shouldn’t go straight for flirting to make him comfortable hehehe…

🌹 - Tell us about a favorite date you’ve been on with your s/o.

oh, definitely our first date- we went to an arcade!! we were already best friends before we started dating, so it just felt really.. comfortable. of course, it was kinda awkward bcoz we still weren’t used to being each other’s boyfriends lol- but over time we realised that not much has really changed, other than the fact that we’re just a lot closer to each other ;P

ngl, I wanted to take him to somewhere fancy for our first date. yknow! somewhere nice in the city, with real good food and three kinds of forks and knives. but I guess we both knew by then that it was gonna drain our wallets and we’d feel outta place- so we just went to one of our favourite spots instead!!! we played games for practically the entire night. I won him a plush toy he still sleeps with (when I’m not home, of course), and we took photobooth pics that I keep with me on my phone case. it was definitely one of the best dates I’ve ever been on- being in love with your best friend is its own kinda special, yknow?? <3

🍁 - What’s your favorite outfit your s/o has worn?

Cupid wears the cutest outfits ever I swear to god my heart squeezes every time I look at him!! it’s unfair!!! >:T he likes to dress up and wear colourful clothes and I think it suits him and his personality perfectly <333 he loves wearing cute skirts and dresses too and he always looks so stunning ;;;;

but I also like it a lot when he wears my clothes- sweaters and hoodies that are too big on him and all. he’s pretty short ;D (he’s gonna whack me if he reads this lol) so seeing him drown in my clothes makes my heart do backflips <333

but yknow, I love anything he wears- Cupid really loves fashion, and he uses it to express himself and what he likes and who he is- so anything he wears looks stunning on him bcoz it’s true to who he is and how he sees himself!!! and he always looks beautiful <333333

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WHOO!!! woah, I think I talked a lot, didn’t I :P I really just pour my heart out when it comes to Cupid, can’t help it lol <333 this was real fun, so thanks Rebecca!!! Have a great day, alright?? :D

Cupid’s first love, signing out!!! <333

#f/ovember #f/o takeover #💘.mail #♡ you became my hero #we’re in an au whr nothing bad happened to him. HGKFJKDJ #i love him so much ma TTTTTT

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star2sworld · 9 months

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rants

I’m going to be ranting on here often. I have no one to text or talk to besides my fill in therapist I don’t even tell shit to.

Today I found out my ex bsf has a bf. So what? Good for her right? yes, but why do I find myself envying her. Envying her life. Wishing it was me in her place. She glowed up, has many friends, and even a bf now.

Schools coming up. I’m stressed about this upcoming fall. I can feel myself spiral back into my old mindset. I’m already judging myself “ am I ugly? Am I not “ How do I make it stop? idk.

So, I did my makeup. To feel better. To see if I feel pretty with makeup on. I took pictures.. they all came out horribly. The inverted filter doesn’t do me justice. I always get compliments in person though so what does this mean? I’m very confused. I can’t tell. I find myself the ugliest person to exist. I don’t know how people genuinely find me pretty. Maybe they’re lying ?

Afterwards, I went on a walk to clear my mind. I had my new headsets on blast walking with my broken phone. I saw a old couple with their dog walking and all I could think in my head was “ keep walking, don’t look, “ I felt anxious walking around them. Felt like all eyes were on me when they probably weren’t. I hate this feeling. I just want to be pretty.

I came home.. and brought my cat to my room for emotional support. Instead, she meowed to leave my room. How sad. I let her out, closed the blinds and lights and put lil peep sad mix on. I finally cried. Bawled my eyes out because I just want to feel pretty and loved. I want friends, I want to be outgoing, I want to feel happy.

As I’m listening to lil peep I get the urge to smoke it away. I’m 29 days clean. I shouldn’t throw it all away but it’s tempting. I get the urge to relapse on sh. But, I hate my old scars… I don’t think it will stop me though. Maybe I should get into a idgaf mindset.

Tbh, fuck it. I think I’m going to delete every social media I have. Yes, including tiktok. I need to work on self love. Of course I am beautiful. I have beautiful big eyes, long lashes and full lips. Idk. I feel lost in this world.

I thought I was feeling better honestly. I’ve been doing my morning routine and going on walks. Constantly doing things to get myself together. Decorated my half of my room and even worked out yesterday after a long time. But why do I feel sad today?!

UGH. what is this universe. I should listen to self-help YouTube videos. I just hate watching long videos. But, I’ll do it. I’m deleting social media after this and I’m going to only consume helpful content for a week. At least I have art next school year. It will help me relax and get back into my drawing habits :)

I am loved. I am happy. I can overcome this feeling. I am worth it. I am beautiful.

As I’m saying affirmations 5 degrees come on and I feel sad 😭😢 I changed the song to talk dirty by Jason druelo. Blasting it in my headset. I feel better already.

Yes I am pretty. Yes I’m going to make friends. Be positive sista. WHAT YOU SPEAK ABOUT YOURSELF WILL ALWAYS BE BROUGHT TO REALITY!!! Pinterest is going to be my main focus. Creating a self concept and a vision board asap tomorrow.

Worth it by 5th harmony came on Fr feeling myself 😫😫 period I feel better lol I’m a bad bitch idgaf anyone who gets to know me is special. I’m a amazing person. Going to mediate now and take my makeup off eat brush floss grow eyebrows & then sleep by 10:00 sharp !! ( hopefully )

Bye loves

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nitori-swims-rinstyle · 2 years

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Thoughts lol

imma put this mini rant here about the 127 comeback. My blog is Misc at this point but I know who ever is left is not here for kpop sdfg imma probably delete this later. Maybe not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I agree that things should have been better planned for the comeback showcase last night. Mics weren’t working, the venue was over capacity, people in the A and B sections were passing out due to the heat. The members went from having fun to being worried and vigilant over the fans very quickly into the event. I agree that the misprint of the Digipack version should have been caught BEFORE it was ever printed. I agree that the gap between comebacks could feel discouraging for some (even tho 127 has been doing fall comebacks for a bit now. Just like dream has been doing summer so this just follows what’s BEEN going on. They’re older groups now. Expecting multiple comebacks a year when they really do not need to is confusing to me idk). I agree that what feels like a very disorganized schedule, especially in terms of concerts, is hard on both 127 and fans. I also agree that the pivot with 127 this year to merch first, while fun at the start, quickly becomes overwhelming and was a speed run to burn out fans possibly affecting the spending behavior for the ACTUAL comeback. Each drop causing more distress than excitement (speaking from experience and from all the others I follow. Lol imma be taking a merch break for a bit me thinks).

But the one thing that I keep stumbling upon is the take that “127 should leave SM”. AND while I get that people are bummed and only want to lift the neos up, thinking that them ~leaving~ SM is going to fix or change anything for them have jack shit knowledge of how all this shit works. You’d be halting solo careers before they’ve started. Canceling the solos of those that have started. Ripping apart NCT from the core. Ripping apart Dream as soon as they’ve really gotten to preform together again. Making moot all the hard work they’ve all put in since they were teens and middle schoolers. You are also assuming that they hate it there. Johnny’s been there since before some of the peeps making these takes were born or as LONG as. He had many an opportunity to leave but he’s stayed (I can think of other examples but idk there's something there). It’s a company. Nothing is going to go perfectly as we and NCT may hope for it to be. Yeah, feeling burn out is something I can emphasize with and is apparent in some of their words. Feeling frustration over how events or the lack of events have been handled is valid. Them feeling discouraged over past promotion of songs they may not all have been fond of is valid. But telling 127 to leave SM is telling 127 and NCT to dissolve. It is not the solution you think it is. Without company backing providing all the resources, staff, writers and producers, production staff, worldwide opportunities and connections. THEY COULDNT and WOULDNT EXIST. And idk if this is coming from teens or whatever but I don’t think you understand what you’re asking for.

Going back to what I said above about 127 doing Fall comebacks. They are a 6 year old group. They’re well established and are in the state in their career where they don’t NEED to be working their asses off year round. Johnny said so himself that for the most part they’ve been able to relax more. Isn’t that a GOOD thing? They’re older idols, expecting them to promote like rookies or how they did in 2018 is frankly stupid. They’ve put in the work already. AND what we see is only the results, especially with NCT you KNOW multiple projects are being worked on at he same time, as well as individual activities. They have to puzzle in schedules to make shit work. And if you think they’re doing fuck all on a consistent basis you’re wrong.

tldr:

I get feeling a bit frustrated and upset that things feel disorganized but jumping to wishing 127 left SM equates to saying you don’t want ANY 127 or NCT. Its dumb and not a real solution.

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luminnara · 3 years

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Nesting | alpha!kiribaku x omega!reader fluff

Something soft and fluffy w a/b/o dynamics w kiribaku? Or just one of them if you don’t do poly things

Oh ho ho, don’t you worry I LOVE poly things! I especially love kiribaku x reader because like, how can you NOT lol

I made this super sweet and nice because I crave that feel good fluff! This is SFW but there’s a little mention of some adult stuff. Nothing past that though!

Requests are open!

Warnings: none

Gender neutral reader

Having two alphas wasn’t typical, at least not as far as you knew. Yeah, you were sure that there were all kinds of people and arrangements out there, but you had never really heard of alphas being willing to share an omega. Most of the time, they just got too possessive; when alphas went into ruts or omegas into heats, the pheromones being pumped into the air were sometimes strong enough to ruin entire friendships.

Not for you, though.

When the three of you became a thing, there was no drama. There was no fighting between the two boys, no conflict. You hadn’t really set out to date both of them, but, well...one thing led to another, and next thing you knew, you were all living in an apartment together, and you had two big mating marks on your neck.

It all happened so naturally. It was almost as if the three of you were fated to be together, or something. Yeah, you had your disagreements—Katsuki’s temper was infamous, and Eijiro could almost be too nice sometimes—but what relationship didn’t have a few spats here and there? Your fights never lasted long, and all in all, you were happier than you ever thought possible.

“I’m home!” Eijiro’s voice called, followed by the sound of the door closing.

But of course you already knew. You could smell him the second he walked in, and you were already up and running towards him.

“Whoa, hey!” He laughed as you launched yourself at him, catching you easily and grinning that shark grin of his. “Miss me or somethin’?”

“I always do,” you smiled, hooking your arms around his neck.

His hands settled on your butt as he held you, and he nuzzled into your neck. Both alphas always wanted to be covered in your scent, but Kirishima especially loved it, constantly shoving his nose against the glands and sometimes rubbing his entire head over them. He once told you that he liked being able to smell you on him even when you weren’t around, and the thought of him strutting around at the agency, absolutely reeking of you, made you blush whenever it crossed your mind.

“Is Katsuki home yet?” He asked, walking you down the entry hall and into the living room.

“No,” you sighed. “I think he’s working late tonight...”

You tried not to let your disappointment sound in your voice, but it was impossible to hide anything from Eijiro. He knew how stressful it could be, with both him and Katsuki working as some of the top pro heroes in the city. There were plenty of days where they both came home late, too tired to do anything other than drag themselves into bed and curl up around you. It had a tendency to leave you feeling dejected and alone, and lately, you had taken up a new hobby to try to distract yourself.

Well...hobby was a loose word. It was more just...something you had found yourself with the sudden urge to do, and tonight, the fruits of your labor were finally ready to be revealed.

When Kirishima stepped into the living room, he stopped, and you knew he had seen it.

“Hey, is that...?” He asked, voice trailing off as he stared.

You wiggled out of his arms, beaming up at him as soon as you were standing on your own. “A nest? Sure is!”

The look on your boyfriend’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The living room floor was covered in blankets and pillows, all strategically piled up to form the best, coziest nest you could make. As Kirishima took a step closer, he spotted a few of his shirts and hoodies mixed in, a grin finding its way onto his face.

“Babe,” he finally spoke up, his voice soft, “are you really nesting?”

A small blush crept to your cheeks as you nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah, I guess so...I dunno where it came from really, I just started getting the urge to make it...”

Suddenly, he swept you up into his arms again, a loud, humming purr vibrating in his chest as he gave you a squeeze with those strong arms of his. “It looks amazing, baby.”

You sighed happily, relaxing against him. “Do...do you wanna come try it out with me?”

He almost dropped you again in shock. “H-huh?”

“Yeah!” you freed yourself from his grip once more and grabbed his hand, giving him a tug.

“Y-you trust me enough...?” his face was adorably surprised, eyes wide as he let you pull him towards your nest.

“Well yeah, duh!” you plopped down in the center of all the blankets and clothes, smiling up at him as he stood over you. “Of course I trust you...you and Katsuki are the best alphas anyone could ask for. Why do you think I felt safe enough to even make a nest?”

You could swear you saw some tears welling up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. “Fuck, I love you so much...”

“Then c’mere, silly,” you laughed lightly, patting the space next to you.

He finally obliged, hunkering down and sighing happily as he surrounded himself with your scent. The nest was cozy, but big enough for three, and as you waited for Katsuki to get home, you found yourself chattering to Eijiro about exactly how it was made, what shirts you had snagged from his and Katsuki’s drawers, why you had piled up those pillows over there and those way over there, why every single plush in the apartment was strategically placed on top of everything else, and why he kept finding more and more of his belongings buried amongst the blankets.

“Babe, this is mine,” he said, holding up an old, fraying wallet.

“Yes, and?” you snatched it out of his hand, tucking it back in its spot. “You never use it. And it smells just like you.”

He chuckled, putting an arm around you and pulling you up against his chest while he continued to explore the nest. “Still can’t believe you went and did all this so quickly. You must have been working nonstop all day.”

You puffed up proudly, but before you had the chance to reply, you heard the door slam open and the sound of heavy boots stomping in. A warm, smoky-cinnamon smell wafted in, and you trilled happily. Katsuki was finally back home, and as you stood up on your knees, you saw him kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat up by the door.

“Oy, I’m home,” he called tiredly, too busy putting on his house slippers to glance over at you yet. “Shitty hair, where are you? You make it back alive today?”

“Still in one piece, Katsuki,” Kirishima laughed, leaning back on his hand as you shot out of your nest to greet your other alpha.

“That’s something, I guess.” Bakugou grunted, turning towards the kitchen. He was moving slowly, like all of his muscles ached and he just wanted to go to bed.

You weren’t about to let him, though. Not yet.

“Katsukiiiiiii,” you called, scrambling up onto the couch to get a better look at him.

“Hey there, kitten.” he tossed his bag down in its usual place at the table, finally looking up at you.

You saw his usually harsh gaze soften as his red eyes met yours, something close to the beginning of a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Katsuki was a rough guy, always grumpy even while he was out there being one of the best heroes in the city, but at home, he was quieter. Home was a safe place for him, and even though he was still a handful, he was your handful, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world...although right now, you were starting to get irritated by the fact that he had yet to see the nest you worked so hard on.

“What’re you two losers doin’ down there?” he asked, walking towards you lazily. “Fuckin’ on the living room floor, without me?”

“Katsuki, come on.” you rolled your eyes.

“What? It’s a valid question.” he said as he finally reached you, placing his hands over yours where they rested on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, tilting his head up for you in an open invitation. “Miss me today?”

You nuzzled up against his chin, feeling him relax around you as you pumped out a happy, pheromone-filled scent for him. “Why don’t you take a look at what I spent all day doing, and then you tell me?”

He sighed, grumbling something under his breath as he cracked his eyes open. Then, he fell absolutely still, and when you pulled back and looked up at him, you saw that he was staring, eyes wide in disbelief. He had frozen completely, as if he had absolutely no idea how to process what he was seeing.

“Like it?” you asked, following his gaze back to your nest.

Kirishima was still sitting in the center of it, resting one arm on his knee while he supported his weight on the other. There was a gentle, lazy smile on his face, and as he saw that Bakugou wasn’t moving, he tossed his head. “Katsuki, come see what our little omega worked so hard on.”

“Yeah, Katsuki.” you hopped off the couch, walking around the end of it to take his hand and drag him towards your nest. “Come join us.”

He let you pull him down, and for a moment, all he could do was take a deep breath and inhale the scents of his two mates. Ever so slowly, his face relaxed, and as the three of you snuggled in, he pulled you close and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“What do you think?” you asked, getting cozy between your two boys.

“It’s fucking perfect, baby.” he said. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Guess we’re not too bad at this whole alpha thing after all, huh?” Kirishima asked, leaning forward to greet Bakugou with a light kiss.

“Never said we were.” Katsuki huffed, bristling for a moment before he calmed down. “Still...there are some alphas who never get to see their omega’s nest, let alone be invited in. I guess...you must feel pretty safe with us.”

“I do!” you chirped, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over yourself. “I’m happy. Well...I made this nest because I was getting so lonely during the day, and I wanted to be able to smell you guys while you were gone...”

The boys frowned at each other.

“...but just making it made me feel better.”

You heard Katsuki sigh in relief as Eijiro gently headbutted you.

“We have been working a lot lately...” he said quietly.

“So we’ll change that,” Katsuki said roughly. “Our omega comes before anything. If you aren’t happy, what’s the point?”

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face as you tugged them both down for a kiss, one by one. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in your nest, falling asleep on top of your boys, happy to finally, finally be getting the quality time you had been missing so much lately.

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Everyone has a secret

PLEASE NOTE: this is a work of fiction, about fictional characters based on the public persona of real people, this is not about the REAL people. please do not link this to the real people associated with this work of fiction, or if you are or are in contact with a person who shares a namesake in this work of fiction, please close your tab. Not beta’d, just proofread so all mistakes are mine. :)

This one does have hockey RPF in it. Not your thing? Look away now/don’t interact with this one.

I wrote this in one day. Yes, I wrote all 3.7K of this fic in one day (thanks GoogleDocs! LOL).

For @hockeyboysarehot, who requested “ya bords x reader!female and to be kent’s twin sis. then us being on the d-line w luke and pow”. Hope I did it justice. :) (and if not, let me know, and I will gladly change it up if needed; I kind of neglected the hockey part of it- oops!)

Author’s note: TWs: underage drinking/partying (briefly mentioned), a super overprotective brother (sorry I made him out to be kind of an asshole), mentions of sex- all parties are over 18.

Title stolen from Maroon 5′s “Secret”.

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Growing up, you and your twin brother Kent had done everything together, including playing hockey. You had thought that was going to change when you went to college. Kent had fallen in love with the campus at the University of Michigan immediately; you weren’t quite as quick with the love, but when you went to the game at Yost, you were drawn in. Even if you couldn’t play on the ice, you’d be there supporting your brother every chance you could. Then the NCAA had instituted a “one girl on the men’s team and one man on the girl’s team rule”, and you suddenly found yourself as the one girl on the Michigan men’s hockey team (thanks to Kent’s stellar sales pitch and your great tryout). It was nice to be playing hockey again.

Kent had always treated you as an equal, and the other boys had quickly taken a liking to you. You played defense, and you found yourself splitting playing time between Owen Power and Luke Hughes. Whichever line you were on, the other team didn’t stand a chance. Coach liked to mix it up too, so sometimes you spent the whole game with one d-partner, other times, you switched mid-game, and sometimes, it was shift-by-shift.

As the season got going, Kent reminded you of his one rule- you were not allowed to date any of his teammates. That had been easy, until Thomas Bordeleau came crashing into your life- literally.

You had been at one of the parties hosted at campus; Matty had gotten you a drink, and you’d been working on it all night long. You were content just to hang out in the corner and watch the party unfold (parties weren’t really your scene), but Briss had decided you were being “a stick in the mud” and pulled you onto the dance floor. Kent had given you a thumbs up, so you allowed yourself to relax. Brendan was super sweet too and was always looking out for you.

You danced a couple songs with Brendan and then told him you’d had enough; he’d taken you back over to the drink table. You had just turned around with your drink when someone crashed into you, spilling your drink down the front of you.

“Shit! Sorry!” You looked up to find none other than Thomas Bordeleau standing in front of you, apologizing profusely. “Oh my gosh, y/n, I’m so sorry.”

“Bords, it’s ok. It was an accident.” You said, looking at Bords. He’d clearly had a couple drinks, but he wasn’t too tipsy yet.

“Here, take my jacket.” He said, peeling off his jacket and handing it to you.

“Bords, I don’t need your jacket, but thank you.” You said, looking over at Kent, who had an eyebrow raised.

“Please, sweetheart, just take it.” The term of endearment slipped out before he could stop it. “I feel really bad.”

“Fine.” You said, sliding it on. “My brother’s coming over here. Just let me do the talking, ok?”

“What’s going on over here?” Kent asked, looking between you and Bords. “Why is my sister wearing your jacket?”

“Thomas accidentally ran into me and spilled my drink all over my shirt,” you said, showing Kent the drying soda stain on your shirt. “It’s just until I can get home. I was planning on heading out soon anyway.”

“Alright. I’ll take you home.” Kent said. “Just let me tell Owen I’ll be back.”

“Kent, I can walk home by myself.” You tried to protest; Kent had always been overprotective of you, and sometimes while it was nice, other times (like tonight), it was annoying. You could handle yourself, thank you very much.

“Let me, please?” Kent asked. “I just want to make sure you get home safe.”

“Fine.” You weren’t going to tell Kent your roommate was gone, or he’d probably try to stay the night. “Night Bords. See you tomorrow at practice.”

“Night.” You and Kent left, and when you got home, you fibbed and said your roommate was working late and would be home later. Kent seemed to buy it, and after he left, you changed into your pjs. You definitely were intrigued by Bords, and you thought what harm could come from giving him your number. That wasn’t breaking Kent’s rule. You took of Bords’ jacket and slipped a piece of paper into the pocket with your number and a text me! :) on it.

The next day, you made sure to give Bords his jacket back in the presence of Kent. “Thanks again.” You said. Kent nodded approvingly and as soon as he left to hit the ice, you whispered to Bords, “check the left pocket”, and walked out of the locker room.

That had begun a secret relationship; it had started as texting, but the more you two communicated, the more you found you had in common. Trying to find a way to have a date without Kent meddling in everything had been challenging, but Owen (who had figured things out pretty quickly, and kept your secret) had helped you out there-he had insisted Kent come out for a movie with him (and you knew it was because Owen had a crush on your brother, and you knew Kent liked Owen-you felt a little like the pot was calling the kettle black- it was ok for him to have a relationship with a teammate, but you couldn’t?) and that bought you and Bords a couple hours to go out to dinner and have a nice time.

You started sitting closer to Bords more than before, when Kent called you out on it, you always had an excuse- “we’re binging “Euphoria” together, “I was actually talking to him about a class assignment”-and the one time you sat next to Bords (holding his hand under the blanket), Briss and Matty (who had figured things out and were helping run interference) had kept Kent occupied with hockey questions so he didn’t have time to focus on you and Bords.

Right before the Olympics, Bords looked at you one day after practice, before Kent got into the locker room. “I want to tell him.”

You slapped a hand over Bords’ mouth. “No!”

Bords looked at your wild eyes and quickly backtracked. “Alright.” He softened a little. “I’m just tired of hiding.”

“Me too.” You quickly moved away as you heard your brother approaching. “I’ll text you later, ok?” You said, making a beeline out of the locker room.

Then came the Olympics. You were the proud sister- you were so happy for Kent and Owen. You were also proud of Matty and Briss. You knew Bords was bummed about not being picked, but he definitely wasn’t complaining- especially when you were spending almost every moment with him. This was nice to not have to hide. You still knew what would happen if Kent found out though.

Truss was letting you stay over at their place (a compromise with Kent. As far as Kent knew, you were sleeping on the couch; in actuality you were sleeping in Bords’ bed), and he was giving Kent updates on things.

You almost blew it the one time you answered the FaceTime call from Bords’ room; thankfully Owen was there too and distracted Kent long enough for you to bolt downstairs to the couch. If he noticed anything, Kent didn’t say a word.

You made sure to watch all of the boys’ games (usually with Bords and Truss; Kent had gotten a couple pictures from Truss of the three of you-in the first one, you were in between the boys, and after he received the reply, he frowned and said, “switch me spots for a sec”. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out; you plastered on a smile and Truss sent the new pic to Kent, and then you resumed your spot in the middle).

Unfortunately, both Canada and the US weren’t going to be playing for medals, and that meant the boys were going to be on their way home soon. You figured you still had a couple days before that happened, so you were still a little lax on your “hiding things” mode. Which ended up being when all hell broke loose.

You had just come back into the locker room (you had a separate area to shower and change). The boys had all gotten dressed in their suits already, and you were just buttoning your suit jacket when you sat by Bords and rested your head on his shoulder. That’s when you heard the “What the hell is going on?!” You looked up to find your brother looking between you and Bords, and oh shit!

“Kent!” You started. Luke and Blanks started getting everyone out; Matty, Briss, Truss, and Owen stayed back. Matty and Truss came to stand by you, Briss went to Bords, and Owen went to Kent.

“How long?”

You stared down your brother. “Since the party.” You admitted. “It wasn’t planned, but it happened.”

“I had one rule. One fucking rule.” He said.

“You know, you think you’d be happy for me. At least you know him. And he likes me for me. He’s not just wanting to ‘bag the hot girl who plays hockey with the boys’. He’s sweet and caring.” Now that you were on a roll, you couldn’t stop. “You know, he wanted to tell you so many times, but I wouldn’t let him. Because I knew this is how you would react.” You felt tears sting your eyes. “I know you think you’re helping, but you’re not. I’m my own person, and I’m a grown ass woman. I can make my own decisions. I don’t need your approval. I just need my brother to be there for me and trust me.” You broke free of Matty’s grip and went barreling out of the locker room, Matty and Truss trailing after you.

“Way to go asshole,” Bords said. “You know, I have a sister too. And while I want to protect her, I also know she has to feel like she doesn’t have to hide things and she can talk to me about anything. Come on Briss, I’m done here.” Briss and Bords left, and it was just Owen and Kent in the room.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” Kent asked, sitting down on the bench.

“Honestly? I know you don’t want to hear it, but yes.” Owen said, expecting the glare he got from Kent. “I understand it, babe, I do. Think about it- you told her she can’t date a teammate, but here you are dating me.” Owen sat down by Kent. “You know, I actually hung out with them one time together. He treats her well. Really. She definitely could have done worse. Plus, I’m sure Bords knows you would beat the shit out of him if he ever hurt her, so there’s that.” Owen said.

“I want to go talk to her.” Kent said. “I need to talk with her.”

“Let’s go home tonight, ok? We’ll do it in the morning when we’ve all got clear heads.”

“No. Tonight.” Kent said. Owen sighed and fired off a text to Matty warning them that Kent wanted to come over.

When he arrived at the house, Kent was a little unprepared for what he saw. Truss was in the hallway between the two rooms, and he fixed a glare on Kent. “I’m making sure they don’t see each other, don’t worry.”

“Huh?”

“Briss and Bords are in Bords’ room, and Matty’s with your sister in his room. I’m the one to make sure that no one sees each other.”

“Can I talk to her?” Kent asked. Truss went and knocked on the door. Matty came and opened it, and Kent could hear your sniffles. Truss whispered something to Matty, who’s gaze hardened. He went back into the room for a minute, and then Kent heard footsteps. He got his hopes up for a minute, until you came to the doorway.

“Go away. I don’t want to see you.”

“I just want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t. Go home Kent.” With that, you slammed Matty’s bedroom door shut.

“You heard her. Let’s go home.” Owen said. “Come on.”

“Take care of her Truss.” Kent said, “Please.”

“I will. You know that. Now go before I escort you out.” It was in that moment that Kent realized how much all his teammates had your back and would protect you.

In the morning, you were still feeling like crap; Matty had tried to get you to eat something, but you weren’t hungry. You just wanted last night to be a dream, but looking at all your missed texts, you knew it wasn’t. “Matty…” you said. “That... that really happened. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.” Your tears started again.

“I know.” He said, hugging you tight. “I know it wasn’t, sweetie. Come on though, you need to at least shower. I wouldn’t put it past your brother to come over again today.”

You groaned. Matty was probably right. “Ok. Can I talk to Bords?”

“Let me check with Truss and Briss, ok?” Matty said. “You take your shower and we’ll have an answer when you come out.”

When you came out, feeling a little more human, you found Bords sitting on Matty’s bed. “Hi honey.” He said; you could tell he’d been crying all night too from his red, puffy eyes. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” You said. “I’m sorry. My brother is an asshole.”

“He is.” Bords laughed. “But I get it. I’m pretty sure I’d go all ‘brother bear’ on whoever wanted to date my sister. But, I’d trust her too. I get it if you need to break up with me.”

“And let him win? No fucking way.” You said. “He’s going to have to deal with us, whether he likes it or not. I’d rather not have a brother instead of losing the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You mean that, sweetheart?” He asked, eyes wide. He knew how much Kent meant to you.

“I do.” You said, grinning as he tackled you in a hug back on the bed. You were both lying there when there was a knock on the door and Truss poked his head in. “Are you up to seeing Kent?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You said. “He can come up.” Truss raised an eyebrow at you, but grinned.

“Alright.”

You and Bords sat up on the side of the bed. You again leaned into his side. “Here we go.” You said, as there was the knock on the door. “It’s open!”

For the second time in two days, Kent walked in to find you with Bords. This time however, he didn’t fly off the handle. “Can I come in?” He asked, standing in the doorway.

“Yeah.” You were still pissed at him, but you’d at least give him a chance. You owed him that much. “You can sit in the chair over there.”

“I’ll go.” Bords said, suddenly feeling awkward in the situation. He looked between the two of you. “This is a family situation.

“Stay.” You and Kent said at the same time; you grabbed Bords’ hand, holding him in place.

“I want to start by saying I’m sorry.” Kent said. “To both of you. Bords, what you said last night made me realize that I needed to trust my sister more and always support her, even if it’s hard or uncomfortable.” Kent turned to look at you. “Sis, I’m sorry. If you’re happy, it shouldn’t matter who you’re dating. Even if it breaks my rule. You’re right. You can- and should be able to- make your own decisions. It’s going to take some work, but I’ll do my best to support you and put my feelings aside.”

You stood up and went over to Kent. “I love you. That’s all I can ask.” You hugged him. “I’m assuming Owen also gave you a talk?” You grinned, knowing already he had (Owen had texted you all about it).

“He did. So did Briss, even though he didn’t have much stake in the game. Bords there gave a pretty impassioned speech, and Matty ripped me a new one. I’m also pretty sure Truss was going to beat me up if I didn’t leave.” That caused you to chuckle a little; Truss was the most mild-mannered one of them all. “They’ve got your back, and it made me realize they’d always be looking out for you, and that I should be too.”

“I forgive you.” You said, walking back over to sit by Bords. “I’m assuming there’s going to be some ground rules though?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “I was thinking though- we should do this at my place. If I have ground rules for you and Bords, it’s only fair you have a set of rules for me and Owen too.” He said. “Equals?”

“Equals.” You said. “Bords, what do you say? Do you feel like going to my brother’s and getting the rules and shovel talks out of the way?”

“I’m in if you are. Babe. ” He grinned, looking at Kent. “Um, are pet names ok?“

“We’ll talk about that.”

Owen had given you a hug when you’d come in the door; you’d whispered a “thank you” in his ear, knowing he’d probably been the one who had the most impact on Kent- Owen had always been willing to go to bat for you.

The talks went about as well as they could; it was awkward talking about relationships (and mentioning your sex life) with your brother, your brother’s boyfriend, and your boyfriend, but you made it through. Kent had even relented a little and said that you two could sit on the plane together as long as no “funny business” happened (hand-holding was ok though).

And Bords was able to call you “babe” in front of everyone else- “honey” and “sweetheart” got saved for private moments. You didn’t mind though.

The rest of the team crushed you in hugs when you and Bords announced that you were dating.

The next season, Kent surprised you (and Bords and Owen as well) by saying the four of you should all get a house together. Once you knew he was serious, you ran over and gave him a hug. “Thank you.”

“Of course sis.”

Bords had been acting a little off lately; you looked to Owen, who hadn’t been much help. You really didn’t want to, but you finally went to Kent. “Kent? Bords is acting weird, and I don’t know what’s going on. Can you talk to him?”

“I will.” Kent promised (already knowing what was going on; Owen did too- he was keeping the secret as well). “I got your back sis.”

You finally got your answer the night you won the Big 10 championship. There was a locker room party in full swing when Bords had Matty cut the music. “I know we’re all celebrating hockey, but I think we need to celebrate something personal too.” You barely had any time to react before Bords was on his knee in front of you. “Before you say anything, Kent was fully aware this was going to happen,” he said, causing everyone to chuckle.

“Yes.” You said, before he could even get out the speech he had planned. “The answer is yes.”

“I had a whole speech.” He laughed. “Do you want to hear it?”

“Not really.” You grinned, “Not in front of everyone anyway.” You smirked, knowing he would be on the same page.

“Oh. And that’s our cue to leave.” He grabbed your hand after sliding the ring on.

“Bords!” Kent’s voice caught the two of you off guard. You both turned around, unsure of what was coming next. When Kent realized he had both of your attention, he said, “Have a good time. Bring her back in one piece in the morning. And for god’s sake, use protection. I am too young to be an uncle!”

“Kent!” You squeaked out, face turning red. You laughed though. “You too. You might not be able to knock each other up, but wrap it before you tap it.” You grinned as Kent turned red like a tomato. Even Owen had a pink flush tinting his cheeks, and the locker room was erupting in laughter. You turned to Bords. “I got that right, didn’t I?”

Bords was laughing so hard he was wheezing. “Yes, you did sweetheart. Perfect delivery too. Come on, let’s go home.” He reached out his hand to you.

Home. You liked the sound of that. Home was wherever Bords was. You took his hand and waved to everyone as you left.

Later on, when you were tangled in the sheets together, almost asleep, Bords gave you the speech he had planned on giving in the locker room. While it was sweet, you were glad that only you two got to share the moment together.

“I’m so glad you crashed into me at that party.” You said, running your hand through his hair, closing your eyes.

“Me too, mon amour.” Bords said. “Je t’aime.”

“Je t’aime.” You said back. Bords had been teaching you some French. “I love you so much.”

“Je t’aime.” Bords said one more time, giving you a kiss goodnight, and then started running his hand through your hair and speaking French to you, knowing it would put you to sleep.

In the morning when you woke up, there was a bouquet of flowers at the bedside and a note telling you to meet Bords at Yost.

You went there and found the whole team in the locker room, where they threw you and Bords an engagement party (which, Matty told you, was all Kent’s idea).

Owen pulled you aside during the party. “I know you are generally supposed to ask the father for permission, but I think your approval is more important.”

“Oh Owen, of course, yes.” You said, giving Owen a tight hug. “You make my brother happy, which makes me happy.”

You were definitely glad both you and Kent had violated Kent’s “no dating a teammate” rule.

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