#midnights is doing a number on me btw

[dearabsolutelynoone]

“once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned…”

“…you and I ended up in the same room at the same time.” (mastermind, taylor swift)

#idk midnights is kinda kanthony coded #firmly believe in my theory that taylor swift writes her music specifically for kanthony #midnights is doing a number on me btw #i miss kanthony something dreadful #season 3 kanthony hurry up and rot what remains of my brain #midnights #taylor swift #midnights taylor swift #kanthony #bridgerton #kate and anthony #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #anthony and kate #kathony #viscountess bridgerton #viscount bridgerton #the viscount who loved me #jonathan bailey #simone ashley #lady bridgerton #lord bridgerton #bridgerton season three #bridgerton season 2

[kalorphic]

can you rec a dark if like +18 ☠️ i want chaos. (u can ignore this btw)

DARK(ER) IFS

Okay, I found this one quite difficult because I don’t know what you would constitute as dark (especially considering that this community on tumblr doesn’t really do dark dark (that I’ve seen)), but I’ve managed to compile the list below. Most have demos and there aren’t as many which haven’t updated in months and months (but there are still a few).

I added IFs that used the words ‘dark’ or ‘horror’ in their descriptions and/or that were explicitly rated 18+. I then looked at content warnings - what they were, how extensive they were, and how intense they were.

If anyone wants their IF removed, please let me know (or added, but please keep the criteria(?) above in mind).

OFNA: Birds of a Feather by @ofna - Demo

Legend of a Savior by @legend-of-a-savior-if - Demo

Witches of Ferngrove by @witchesofferngrove - Demo

The Exile by @exilethegame - Demo

Remember, You Will Die by @vapolis - Demo

Project Hadea by @nyehilismwriting - Demo

The Goodfellows by @thecuriouseye - Demo

Event Horizon by @if-eventhorizon - Demo

Fellow Traveler by @robotvampire - Demo

We All Bleed Red by @lost-kiwi-dev - Demo

Mind Games: Trepidation by @bottlecaprabbitgames - Demo

Swallow the Dark by @swallowthedark - Demo

Sinners and Saints by @sinnersandsaints-linwrites - Demo

The Numbers Game by @thenumbersgameif - Demo

A Trial of Horror by @atrial-ofhorror-if - Demo

Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian by @defiledheartsblog - Demo

Haunt the Bodies by @hauntthebodies - No Demo

Kingdoms and Empires by @kingdoms-and-empires - Demo

Ballad of the Judgment Night by @nikkefort-dev - Demo

The Spirited: Origins by @yuveim - Demo

Fox of Sunholt by @foxofsunholt - No Demo (being rewritten)

My Beginning & My End by @chaosbringerx - No Demo

A Court of Serpents by @acourtofserpents - Demo

Ripper’s Plague: Ground Zero by @ripperplague - Demo (indefinite hiatus)

The Operative: Fires of Revolution by @theoperativeif - Demo

The Scars I Live With by @thescarsilivewith-if - No Demo

The Kiss of Midnight by @if-kissofmidnight - No Demo

An Ode to Dying Stars by @dyingstars-if - No Demo

Tainted Souls: Fables & Myth - The Bonded Awakening by @taintedsoul-if - Demo

Dark Impulses by @timidloner - Demo

The Inseparables by @theinseparables-if - No Demo

The Decoy by @alternatewriter - Demo

Softly, Opulent by @softlyopulent-if - Demo

Cheers to the Elites by @cheerstotheelites-if - Demo

The Weight of Yesterday by @theweightofyesterday-if - No Demo

What Lovely Bones by @whatlovelybones-if - Demo

#ask #if recs #TO THE AUTHORS TAGGED: #please don’t feel the need to reblog lol #i think i’ve probably annoyed you all enough with the tagging lately

[twopeoplecanchange]

CALGARY AT MIDNIGHT

quinn hughes x reader

summary: quinn needs a place to stay while going to a wedding in calgary. he gets a hook up from matthew tkachuk, who sets him up in the guest room of your apartment. finally, you won't be spending new years alone.

author's note: this is for @puckmaidens! happy holidays lydia!! i hope you enjoy :)

warnings: nothing just that my jet lagged brain wrote this, so there might be some errors!

wc: 2k

The text comes in on Thursday at 9am while you’re at work. Your phone buzzes on your desk repeatedly until you decide to pick it up.

MATTHEW T.

Hey, you still have extra space in that apartment of yours?

Your brow furrows, wondering why he would be asking this, seeing as he could easily book a nice hotel instead of staying in your dingy apartment.

YOU

Yea, why though?

His text comes in quickly, and it’s not what you expected.

MATTHEW T.

Quinn Hughes needs a place to stay for a weekend or so. Told him I could hook him up.

Of course he would do this. Matt knew of your not-so subtle crush on his childhood friend, and had asked you multiple times if he could set you guys up. You always said no. The first time, you were still with your university boyfriend, the second you just felt that it would be too awkward. Quinn, of course, would know of your crush and you would have no idea if he was even interested in you.

YOU

You’re joking. 

Matthew Tkachuk.

MATTHEW T.

I’m not joking. Get your guest bedroom ready and pick him up from the airport tomorrow.

YOUI hate you.

MATTHEW T.

Love you too 🥰

You sigh, putting your phone down before your supervisor can see. As you move through the workday, which of course just has to be as slow as ever, you can’t stop thinking about how awkward tomorrow might be; having to pick him up from the airport and housing him for three days. Would he avoid you like the plague or make an effort? You could only hope it was the latter.

On Friday morning you take the day off from work and spend the time dusting off every surface in your guest room. You change the sheets and add blankets, seeing that the heater is janky and decides to just not work on some days. You restock your fridge with food you can only hope he’ll want to eat. Then, once it’s the afternoon, you take off for the airport.

You arrive at his gate around 2, no sign, hoping your presence will be enough.

As you stand on your tippy-toes, looking for a sign of the eldest Hughes brother, two texts come in.

MATTHEW T.

Gave Quinn your phone number btw.

UNKNOWN NUMBERHey, this is Quinn. Where are you?

You elect to ignore Matt’s text and instead text Quinn.

YOU

By the coffee shop towards the exit.

You pocket your phone, eyes scanning the crowd when you see Quinn approaching you. He’s even more handsome in person, the tv screen and Matt’s shitty photos not doing him justice. It must be the captaincy. A slight beard grows on his face, his dark hair shaggy but somehow presentable. His eyes are visibly tired, and he looks nervous as he approaches you.

“Y/N?” He asks, his voice quiet and just a tad bit raspy.

“Hey, Quinn. It’s uh, nice to meet you. I mean- I’ve heard stories from Matt but I’m sure they don’t do you justice.” You smile, and Quinn nods, a faint smile on his face.

“Yeah, knowing him they’d probably put me in a worse light.” Quinn jokes as you start to head down to the car park.

“I don’t think that’s possible. You have a pretty good rep.” He nods, cheeks a little bit rosy and his small smile just a tad bit bigger.

The car ride is not as awkward as you expected, you and Quinn fall into easy banter, talking about your memories with Matt, exchanging anecdote after anecdote until you arrive at your apartment. You park and take the elevator up, both of you are silent as you watch the number tick up to the fourth floor.

You quickly both get into your apartment seeing as the hallway is freezing because of the lack of heat. Quinn takes off his shoes and puts them next to yours before settling his bags near the door.

“What would you want to do for dinner?” You ask as you look at your fridge. None of the food looks quite appetizing. Quinn looks into your fridge, his cologne overtaking your senses in the best way. It’s a nice scent, not quite as overpowering as you’d imagine. “Takeout?” You suggest.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Takeout goes surprisingly smoothly. A Christmas movie plays on the screen despite the holiday having already passed, and the two of you eat in a comfortable silence. When you’re done eating, you ask Quinn questions.

When’s the wedding? Tomorrow

Who’s it for? Childhood friend from Toronto who moved to Calgary. ‘Nothing interesting’.

Are you excited? Quinn pauses for a bit, slowly chewing as he comes up with an answer. “I don’t know. I think they expect me to bring a date because they gave me a plus one, but I couldn’t think of someone to bring.” He gets out, the words feeling stuck in his throat.

You can’t tell if this is some kind of joke, if he knows about your crush and is trying to get you interested, just to leave you in the dust.

“Right.” You nod. You tried to think of something better to say, but what he said was not what you had expected. At all.

“I mean…if you wouldn’t mind being my plus one, that would be great. Better that than being alone.” Yeah, better that than being alone. Alone, thinking of all the girls fawning over you because they most likely know who you are. 

Instead of saying something revealing, you just agree. A simple sure does the trick, and he’s thanking you. When you’re settling into bed later, you can’t help but wonder why. Is he interested in you, taking his chance? Or does he simply just not want to deal with the wedding alone? You pass out before you can even realize you don’t have a dress to wear for tomorrow.

You wake up in a panic, hurriedly making breakfast after realizing you do in fact, not have a good dress to wear to the wedding. Nothing formal, everything is either white or too extravagant. Quinn watches confused as you rush around the kitchen, and lets a small teasing comment slip, “You know we don’t have to be at the wedding till like, five, right?” He jokes and you freeze, stopping your every move.

“I don’t have a dress, and I don’t know the color scheme or the theme, and I don’t want to stand out and wear white.” You ramble without taking a single breath.

Quinn hesitates, “It’s okay, we can just go get you a dress right?” His voice is calming, and you smile slightly, turning around. “After breakfast we have to get me a dress.” Quinn nods before heading farther into the kitchen to help you out.

You end up going to a little boutique a few minutes from your house. The dresses are mainly formal, with a few outlier party dresses. Quinn follows you as you scan the racks, picking out three dresses before heading to the changing rooms.

Quinn waits on one of the chairs outside of the dressing rooms, looking at his phone occasionally. Then you step out in the first dress. Quinn blinks, droopy eyes suddenly much more awake. It’s a pretty dress, you say, but it doesn’t feel right. Quinn just can’t get rid of the thought of how beautiful you are.

“You look great,” He blabs, and you let out a startled laugh, hand covering your mouth. “Right, thanks.” You smile weakly before heading back into the dressing room.

The next dress, a startling red, looks great on you, Quinn thinks. But you huff and sigh, saying you hope the next dress is better. Quinn says it looks great, and you laugh it off.

The last dress is a calm purple. Quinn’s eyes widen. You look great. You play with your hair a bit, looking at yourself in the mirror down the hallway.

“It’s…” You start, looking for the right word. 

“Beautiful.” Quinn finishes for you, making your skin burn.

“Yeah,” You nod feebly, hurrying into the dressing room to change back into your clothes.

When you get home, you start getting ready for the wedding in a rush. Putting on the dress, doing your makeup and hair. When you finally leave your room, Quinn is leaning against the back of the couch, idly scrolling through his phone. He looks up at the sound of your door closing and freezes.

Matt had shown him multiple pictures of you, stories, and begged him to let him introduce the two of you. The photos didn’t quite capture your beauty. The stories were bland, they didn’t recall your humor and your joy. He always disagreed, not quite sure. But knowing you now, if Matt suggested setting you guys up, he’d say yes in a heart beat. He’s just not quite sure what your answer would be.

"Ready to go?" You ask, breaking Quinn from his trance. He nods blankly, extending his arm to you. Your skin warms just the slightest, and you wrap your arm around his, pulling him close. His cologne infiltrating your senses, and you blink, steadying yourself.

You drive yourself and Quinn to the venue, and take seats toward the back. A few people come his way, greeting him and asking him about the season, or congratulating him on the teams success. If one of them were to notice you, they'd ask and Quinn would say you were a friend. The couple, the past friend, fan, or the acquaintance would nod, but have a knowing look in their eyes, like they knew all. They didn't, of course, seeing as you were both attending this as friends. If you were even friends. Friend of a friend?

You shook the thought as you watched the couple do their first dance to a cute song you'd never heard the name of. When the song came to an end, every clapped, including you. You didn't notice, too busy watching the newly married couple fondly, but Quinn was watching you, a slight smile on his face.

Once dinner was served, you learned the true meaning of the couple's, wedding. They wanted the party to go to midnight since it was New Year's Eve. They'd have the count down on the screen, and the couple would share a kiss in the center of the room. Any couple would be welcomed to share a kiss as well. It was cute, you thought. If you had someone to kiss you would. It would be a fond memory to share.

The people at the table you were seated at weren't quite close to Quinn, but you made conversation enough for the both of you. As people at the table drifted off to dance, you found yourself in conversation with Quinn. Talking about everything from his brothers, your family, to hockey.

Then, the DJ announced a couple's dance, and the last two people at the table, a couple, got up. They shared a glance before gesturing for you two to join them. You hadn't noticed, but it was nearing midnight, with just around two songs until midnight. Quinn shared a glance with you, and then you stood up, holding out your hand towards him.

Quinn looked worried, but he gently takes your hand and lets you pull him to the dance floor. You have a bright but nervous smile on your face as you settle your hands on Quinn's shoulders, his hesitantly on your waist. You sway side to side as some sappy love song plays. Your eyes get lost in his, but then the music changes to something more jumping, and your eyes get lost. Lights bounce across the room as a time is displayed on the wall. The countdown.

You start jumping along to the music, Quinn as well with a fond smile on his face. Your smile is bright as you shout the words to the club song that Quinn doesn't know the name of. But then the shouting becomes different The countdown. Quinn blinks, starting to yell the numbers as well. Then it gets to eight, and you're turning toward Quinn, eyes locking with his again. Your hands place on his shoulders again, and his hands go to your hips much more confidently. You're both mouthing the numbers until you get to five, and everything changes. The air is different. Tense, you think. Then it hits one, and everyone's cheering. Hey, maybe you're a little bit off on the time, but you kiss him and he kisses you back, and that's all that matters.

#quinn hughes x reader #hockey girlies fic exchange

[augustghosts]

The Best Thank you

Tommy Miller x fem!reader

On that night in 2003, Tommy calls his girlfriend instead of Joel. 

(let's pretend the literal apocalypse doesn’t happen for this one, ok?) 

 I started writing this like a week ago before ep 6 and after seeing ep 6 I haven't been able to stop thinking about tommy fucking miller. Anyways, this ends kind of abruptly because i’m bad at endings lol. And this is the worst title ever, I couldn't think of one. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: 18+ so minors dni pls, not proofread so lmk if u spot any mistakes lmao. Lots of pet names. Established relationship, ppl in love n all that. Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Tommy defo whimpers btw.

Word count: 3.1k

“Shit!” She almost rolled her eyes at herself as she did the classic scramble around the bed in the dark for her phone. After a few seconds she grasps it, her eyes squinting as she looks over a number she doesn’t recognise. She considers not answering, it is midnight. But calls this late are usually important, right? Fuck it. 

“Hello?” She’s hesitant, but the sigh she lets out makes it sound like she’s annoyed. Tommy is nervous, he’s actually fucking nervous. After no answer from Joel, he didn’t know what else to do. He was well and truly fucked. He's leaning against a cold wall, the payphone is heavy in his hand - not as heavy as the stare the officer who’s watching him is giving him. He looks down at his boots instead and squeezes his eyes shut before replying. The sound of her voice immediately helped his situation. 

“Hey, honey!” He sounds a little too cheery, he honestly cringes at himself. He can’t tell if its the pure fucking anxiety he’s feeling because of this phone call or the alcohol. 

“Tommy? What’s wrong?” She sussed him out immediately, the sounds of his voice initially putting her at ease before she sensed the edge in it. God, he thinks, she’s so damn smart. And she knows him so well. He catches himself smiling at the just the thought of her, until he remembers where the fuck he is. 

“Yeah. I’m, uh - I'm okay.” Did he just stutter? This is one of those times he wished she didn’t have this kind of effect on him. 

“Okay?” She beckons him to continue, leaning over to her nightstand to flick the light on. Her room is illuminated revealing a pair of Tommy’s shoes by her door and some clothes he’d left there still thrown over the back of her chair. 

“Look, I'm - um.” Fuck, Tommy. Just say it. “I’m in jail.”

There’s a pause on the other end, a pause that’s a little too long and makes him think she’d hung up. He takes the phone away from his ear to glance at it, as if that would help.  Her voice is small when it finally comes through. “What?” 

“Did you actually not hear me or do you just want me to say it again?” He tries to joke. 

“Say it again.” Her voice is stern, it immediately shuts him down. 

“I’m in jail.” He sighs. 

There’s another pause before she asks: “Are you okay?”

His heart squeezes in his chest. He had expected a million sighs, a telling off or maybe even a dial tone ringing in his ear telling him she’d hung up on him. But no, of course she’s not like that. He knows that - she’s better than anyone he’d ever met. Of course his beautiful girl with her beautiful heart, who had just been woken up at midnight, was going to ask him if he was okay. 

“Yeah. I’m fine.” His voice is uncharacteristically small. 

“What happened?” 

“I don’t know. It's- you know I was at the bar and one of my buddies got into a fight and I was just helping him out. I think maybe I knocked the guy out, I don't know.” He does know. He did knock the guy out and honestly, he was pretty proud of it. But he doesn’t want to tell her that. 

“Oh, okay.” Honestly, she’s confused. Not sure why he was calling her, didn’t he have a brother? 

“Anyway, look baby, I'm sorry but I need you to help me out.” 

“How?” She asks. She’s sitting up now, and suddenly she doesn’t feel tired anymore. 

He sighs again, he really doesn’t want to be doing this. “Darlin’, I really am sorry but I need you to bail me out.” 

She’s silent again for a second, “Now?” 

“Yeah, it’s friday. If I don't get out tonight I'll be here all weekend.” He’s speaking faster now, he sounds like he’s panicking. Shit, is she really gonna do this? Of course she is. She sighs as she stands up. Tommy hears it and it makes his chest squeeze again, guilt flooding him as he speaks. “Please. I’m sorry.” 

“Which jail?” She asks - he tells her. A feeling of relief almost overtakes the guilt as he hears her shuffling around on the other end. 

“Okay.” She says, slipping her shoes on. “I’ll be there soon.” 

“Shit, thank you sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.” He promises. She doesn’t respond - the line goes dead. Honestly, he feels like he’s getting mixed signals. Was she mad? Was she upset? He couldn’t tell. Fuck Joel for not answering.

Half an hour later she’s pulling up in front of the station. Her heart is beating faster than ever, maybe she should have left him here over the weekend. Taught him a damn lesson. She knows she doesn’t mean that, but she seriously considers it as she gets out of her car. The place is weirdly empty for a Friday night, a few people sitting on chairs in front of the desk. Only two people sitting behind said desk, she had expected it to be a lot crazier. Maybe the crazy is happening where Tommy is, somewhere in the back. In just a few minutes after a conversation at the desk Tommy is walking towards her. He looks more nervous than she’s ever seen him. His usual cocky and confident demeanor, which she loves so much, has been replaced by guilt and embarrassment. She stands with her arms crossed as she waits, watching as he’s handed back his phone and wallet. 

“Hey.” He says as he turns to her, he almost wishes he could go back inside. 

“Hi.” She replies, she turns and leaves. He follows, already going through an apology speech in his head. When they get outside she stops by her car, turning to face him. 

“Baby, look, I'm sorry. I-” He starts his speech but is cut off by her soft hands grasping his face. Her hands are warm on his cheeks and he brings his own hand up to rest on top of hers. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks. He nods, his gorgeous brown eyes wide as he anticipates what she’s going to do next. She surprises him by leaning up to kiss him, pulling his head down to meet her lips. He sighs as she kisses him softly, his hands wrap around her middle - he pulls her as close as he can. He had been contemplating tonight being the end of this, all his worries that he had disappointed her melting away as he felt her smile against his lips. 

“You’re an idiot.” She mumbled against his skin as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. He mirrored the grin on her face as he pulled away from her, she was still holding his face lovingly. 

“I know.” He smirked. Shit, even after all this - a night of drinking, an apparent bar fight and a few hours in jail, he still looked gorgeous. 

“So, am I taking you home or?” She trailed off, stepping away from him and rounding her car to the drivers side. 

“Only if you’re coming with me.” 

“We’ll go to mine then. I have work in the morning.” She says, and that guilty feeling almost returns, but when he sees the smirk on her face, he mirrors it with the same amount of enthusiasm. 

When they enter her apartment, Tommy suddenly isn’t as nervous anymore. Alcohol still running through his veins and excited over the thought of getting to spend the night with his girl instead of in a fucking cell. She’s slipping her shoes off and placing her keys down on the shelf beside the door when he approaches her from behind, wrapping his arms around her - chin on her shoulder. 

“You’re my goddamn hero.” He jokes, mumbling the words against her skin as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Sounds like you were the hero tonight.” She whispers back, placing her hands over his and leaning back into him. He’s pressing kisses along her neck as he responds. 

“Yeah, and i got fuckin’ arrested for it.” 

She laughs loudly, turning in his arms to kiss him again. More passionately and messily than in front of the police station. His hands grip her hips tighter, one traveling down to knead at her ass. Her own hands push his button up off of his shoulders, leaving him in just his white shirt. God, he looked good today. She can feel his cock through the front of his jeans as his hand on her ass pulls her forwards into him.

“I gotta admit,” She pulls away from him, his mouth tries to follow hers but she grasps his hand, leading him to her room. “It is kinda sexy, Thinking about you winning a fight.” 

She decides that maybe he deserves a bit of a show after the night he’s had. He’s standing in the doorway watching her, his trademark smirk plastered onto his face as she slowly takes her shirt off - Tommy’s shirt, actually. Already braless from being woken up at midnight, the jacket she had thrown on top of his shirt has already been abandoned at the door. He couldn’t lie about noticing her nipples through her shirt as she’d taken the coat off earlier. He makes a show of crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame, the smirk now turned into a grin. One that she's mirroring as she unbuttons her jeans and slowly slides them down her legs. His eyes follow, once they trail over her hips and legs he decides he can’t take it anymore. Having her standing in front of him in nothing but panties is not how he thought this night was going to end. 

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is noticeably deeper now as he comes to her, gripping her hips so she's against him. Her bare chest pressed against his clothed one. “I’m gonna give you the best thank you you’ve ever had.” 

And with that, he crouches down to haul her up into his arms - her legs wrapping around his waist as she laughs above him. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before dropping her down onto the bed. It’s his turn to put on a show now as he rids himself of his own shirt. He kneels in front of her and presses a kiss to her ankle before grabbing them both and using them to haul her towards the end of the bed. His mouth is inches from her pussy and she sighs as she feels him pressing kisses up her legs. He’s always been a tease, he lives for the sounds she makes. He loves to see her squirm. And squirm she does as he begins to slowly suck and bite the skin on her thighs. 

“Tommy.” She sighs his name and tugs on his hair and he swears his cock twitches in his jeans. “Please touch me.” Fuck, the effect she has on him is insane. He wants nothing more than to rip the denim off of his legs and fuck her into the matress, but he knows what she needs. And he will always give it to her. He presses one last kiss to her stomach before sliding her panties down her legs and throwing them behind him. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He whispers, just inches away from where she needs him. He used his thumbs to part her lips, a groan leaving his lips as he leaned in and dragged his warm tongue down the length of her. She sighed above him, her hands still holding onto his hair. He focuses on her clit, his tongue drawing tight circles over the nub. After a couple of strokes he closed his mouth around it, sucking gently. 

“Shit, Tommy.” One of her legs lifted around his shoulder, her heel pushing him further towards her. He smiled against her, he loved pleasing her. She always thought about how lucky she had gotten with Tommy.  A man who knows what he’s doing, and loves to do it. After playing with her clit for as long as she could take he pulled away. A beautiful smile on his face as he watched her squirm, her hands grasping his shoulders trying to push him back down. 

“You wanna come for me, gorgeous?” He asked, breathless. 

“Please.” She nods enthusiastically, just as breathless as him. “Please make me come!”

“Whatever you want princess.” He smirks, bringing his mouth back down to her pussy. His lips closed around her clit once more. He brings a hand up underneath his mouth, a single finger tracing her entrance before pushing inside. He moans against her when he feels how wet she is, adding another finger. She’s whining above him, moaning his name and pulling on his hair and he thinks about how he could definitely come like this. Shit, he has before. He fucks her with his fingers exactly the way he knows she likes, his tongue continuing to dance on her clit until she closes her thighs around his head. 

“Oh fuck, Tommy!” She moans loudly, neither of them have time to think about her neighbors right now. “I’m gonna come.” 

He continues what he’s doing as she grips harder on his hair, her legs closing tightly around his shoulders as she arches her back as she comes. He watches her face, she always looks so gorgeous like this. He fucking loves it. He fucking loves her. He keeps going until she's giggling breathlessly and pushing him away. He sits up, kneeling at the bottom of the bed between her legs, pressing one last kiss to her thigh before standing up and ridding himself of his jeans. She whimpers when she sees just how hard he is. He looks gorgeous as he stands above her, his cock flushed and leaking. He climbs on top of her to kiss her messily, her wetness still around his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside of hers. 

“How do you want me?” She whispers against his lips. 

“Fuck, turn around sweetheart.” He’s grinning at her as she follows his instructions. Turning around onto her stomach and leaning on her elbows. He takes a hold of her hips, pulling her ass up so he can get a view of her dripping pussy. “God I can't wait to fill you up, you ready for me?” 

“I’m always ready for you.” She smiles at him over her shoulder. He groans at her words, realizing he cant wait any longer, he takes a hold of his throbbing cock and lines himself up to her glistening hole. They both moan as he pushes in, her warm walls welcoming him as they squeeze him in. 

“So fuckin’ tight.” He whimpers as he begins to set a pace. “God, i fuckin’ love your pussy.” 

She feels like his words make her more wet, if that's even possible. 

“I love your cock, Tommy.” She moans as he fucks her slowly, holding himself back. He wants to enjoy her, but her heavenly cunt makes it so difficult. “Please, make me feel good.” 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm gonna.” He says through gritted teeth. He always does, but she loves to tease him. And she knows how much he loves to hear her beg for him. He continues to fuck her like this, picking up his pace eventually when she begins to whine for him to go faster. She breathes his name as his cock begins hitting just the right spot, her hands tightening around the bedsheets - needing something to hold on to. Her chest pressed up against the bedsheets, her body being thrust forward as Tommy fucks into her, adds deliciously to the stimulation. He knows her so well, he can feel when she's getting close. Her silky walls tighten around him, her hands clenching and unclenching as her back arches more. Her whines of his name becoming higher in pitch. He’s close too, so with a smack to her ass that makes her yelp he pulls out. She doesn’t have time to process as he turns her over climbing over her again to kiss her. She moans against his mouth, his soft lips and tongue mixing with her own. Her legs wrap around his body as he pushes into her again. Immediately setting a bruising pace, both of them too close to care. 

“You gonna come for me baby? Yeah?” He eggs her on as she nods, desperately. “Come on baby come around my cock. Let me feel it.” 

The sight of her reaching down to play with her clit as she comes undone beneath him is enough to do it for him. 

“Where do you want it?” He hisses. He knows the answer, but he always asks anyway. 

“Come inside me Tommy. I wanna feel you.” He practically whimpers her name as he empties inside of her. She pulls his face down towards her again, wanting to hold him close. He bites into her shoulder as she whimpers in his ear, still coming down from her own high. Both of them enjoying the feeling of him filling her pussy up. 

“Holy shit.” She murmurs. A drowsy smile on her face as she plays with his hair until he eventually lifts his head from her shoulder. He laughs before pressing a kiss to her cheek. He sits up, pulling out of her and biting the inside of his cheek as he watches his come drip out of her. 

“I love you.” She says, reaching for him again. 

“I love you more.” He smiles as she pulls him down for a kiss. “You gotta sleep, not long until you need to get up for work.” 

“Yeah,” She agrees, still trying out her breath. She stands up to make her way to the bathroom and stops at the door to say: “A long night of being a hero.” She hears him laugh from the bed as she shuts the bathroom door, her legs still slightly wobbly and tingling. He definitely kept his promise, the best damn thank you she’d ever had. 

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btw my chart-swiftie side never talked about this, but TTPD doing 181.9M on day 2 gagged me so bad. like that’s basically midnights day 1 numbers. do you even REALIZE?

#arshia talks

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question, next time you’re doing requests would you do a Joe with curvy/chunky cutie reader? Love your writings btw ❤️❤️

Hiii! I hope you enjoy this piece! i had fun writing it! Thank you for your request. Word Count: 6.9k

You, Joe Burrow, and the ABCs

A! Adorable.

The first time Joe laid eyes on you, he thought you were absolutely adorable. Watching you run around the Bengals workout room trying to get accustomed to your new job. Job tossed a towel over his shoulder, making his way over to you.

"You okay, newbie?"

"No. Can you tell me which level is the hydrotherapy level?" You ask, flustered.

"Three. I'll take you there." Joe smirks following you to the elevator. You shy away and press 3. Joe chuckles.

"Joe Burrow. You must be my AT since mine is on paternity leave." Joe holds out his hand, and you feel embarrassed. The truth is you are bad with faces and names. How could you not recognize Joe fucking Burrow?

"I'm sorry. It's my first day, and I'm running late. I'm sorry, Mr.Burrow." You say apologetically. Joe shakes his head.

"Call me Joe. It's fine. I'm looking forward to working together." Joe says as the elevator door opens. He puts his arm out, holding the door for you to exit first. Once you're in front of him, Joe can't help but take a glance at your ass.

"Damn." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?" You turn around.

"I said this way." Joe nods to a room around the corner. You follow him to the room. During the session, Joe makes flirtatious marks, but you brush it off, thinking he's just being nice. Let's just say you weren't the brightest when it came to things like that.

"How does that feel?" You ask, massaging his calf.

"Amazing. Likke you."

"Aww, thanks."

"We should exchange numbers."

"Right.Sorry. I'll make sure to get it before I leave. I'm on call, so just message me if you need anything. It was nice meeting you today, Joe." You reply, helping him sit up. You give him a weak smile, and Joe bites his lip. Adorable.

B! Boyfriend.

"Who's that?" Joe asks, watching you hang up your phone. You've been working with Joe for two months now, and things have been good. Joe is the nicest client you've had so far. During your internship with the Giants, you met a few assholes.

"My boyfriend. He just wanted to know when I would be back. You played well today, but I want you to rest that ankle."

"So you have a boyfriend, huh? You never talk about him." Joe says.

"There's nothing to really say. He's a great guy. We've been together since college."

"No ring?" Joe raises his eyebrow.

"Well, Joe isn't really working right now. I'm sure he would have asked me if he could afford it."

"His name is Joe?" Joe chuckles to himself. That won't do. He is the only Joe you need in your life.

"Yeah, kinda funny right? He's a big fan of yours too."

"What about you? Are you a big fan of mine?" Joe asks, making you smile. You nod your head lying because you actually don't really care for football.

"Yes. I think you're pretty awesome." You reply with a smile. Joe takes your hands into his hands.

"Back at you." He winks. You take your hand and turn away, hiding your wide smile. You make your way over to unwrap the bandage on his ankle. Joe eyes you, which only makes you a little nervous. He chuckles and leans back, watching you with dark eyes.

"How about we grab dinner together?" Joe asks. You agree because you could use something to eat. You've been working around the clock and missed out on a few meals. Joe takes you to a local diner neither of you is familiar with because you are currently in Buffalo. It was around midnight, so there weren't many options for late-night eats.

"Booth or Table?" The waitress asks, popping her gum. Before you can answer, Joe answers for a booth.

"Are you sure?" The waitress asks, eyeing you. You look away, nodding your head but groan on the inside. Booths are so uncomfortable for you. You do your best and slide into the seat, pushing the table away when Joe isn't looking. You felt a little embarrassed but too afraid to ask for a table.

"You okay?" Joe asks. You look at the menu after a quick nod. Joe pulls your menu down.

"What's wrong?"

"If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly fit into this small booth. I have too much hips, ass, and tummy." You make a joke out of the awkward situation.

"I'm sorry, darling. Let's go to a table." Joe stands, but you quickly grab his hand. The bitch of a waitress already gave you bad vibes, so it was okay to suffer instead of further embarrassing yourself.

"Are you sure?" Joe asks.

"Yeah. If you can pull the table closer to you, that will help." You whisper. Joe sits down and moves the table closer to him. You return to the menu, ignoring the thoughts tumbling around in your head. The waitress returns, and you order a short stack and bacon. Joe orders the same thing and water, handing the menus back.

"Sooo, tell me about the other Joe." Joe brings up your boyfriend again, which is a little weird, but again, you're not so bright when it comes to being hit on.

"Oh, he's the sweetest guy ever. He really keeps me grounded. During college, I used to get so stressed out when it came to class. But because of him, I graduated with a 4.0 and was top of my class. I was valedictorian in high school, so it was only right. I worked hard in college, too, right? Because of that, I was able to finish a little earlier and intern for a bit with the Giants. Joe actually helped me get that job. He knows a guy who knows a guy. That's what I mean; he is simply the best." You ramble on. Joe stopped listening when you said he was the sweetest guy. The truth is he didn't give two fucks about that, Joe. Nope, Joe just wanted to watch your plump lips move. It's been two months with you as his athletic trainer, and Joe would be lying if he said he hadn't fucked his hand to the thought of your lips alone.

"Is he your first?"

"Umm, boyfriend? Yeah." You smile, thinking about how Joe asked you out. And by the way, Joe was not asking about boyfriends, but you didn't know that.

"Cool."

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" You ask, sipping your water. Joe shakes his head.

"Too busy working. I have flings." Joe leans back in the booth putting his arm on the back. You choke on your water. Of course, you've heard stories about sports guys sleeping around with groupies. Hell, Ja'Marr's trainer always tells you he has to clean up the mess after Ja'Marr wants to kick out his fling. But hearing Joe admit it makes you shocked a little. Joe didn't seem like the other players.

"Are you surprised?" He asks, laughing.

"A little. You seem nice, so I didn't expect you to engage with groupies." You whisper the last part. Joe starts laughing.

"We all have needs. Right? I'm sure you understand."

"Oh no. I wouldn't know anything about that stuff. I'm a virgin. Joe said we should wait until marriage." You glow, and Joe rolls his eyes. That piece of shit is definitely cheating on you. The food comes, and you and Joe makes small talk about the upcoming games and his workout regimen. He pays, and you guys get an Uber back to the hotel. You invite Joe into your room because he insisted the night was young and you guys should watch a movie.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" You ask. Joe tells you to go ahead, and he will watch tv. You go to your room and undress. Joe sits in the living room until he hears the shower start. He takes his chance and sneaks into your bedroom. His eyes land on precisely what he was searching for; your underwear, sitting neatly on the night clothes you picked out. He picks them up and slips them into his pocket. You get out of the shower and dry off, entering the bedroom.

"Where's my underwear?" You ask yourself, searching through the clothes. You shake it off and settle on shorts and a T-shirt. Maybe you forgot to pick some out. When you walk back into the living room, Joe is laughing at an episode of Spongebob. You take a seat on the opposite end and start watching along. Joe motions for you to move closer.

"I'm not going to bite." He laughs as you scoot down. You giggle and turn your focus to the tv. After two more episodes, you tell him you need to call it a night because you guys need to board the plane in a few hours. And when you guys touch down in Ohio again, you introduce Joe to Joe.

"It's like so cool to finally meet you." Your boyfriend beams. Joe shakes his hand.

"Thanks," Joe replies dryly. You hand Joe a lemonade and your boyfriend some water.

"It's freshly made." You tell Joe. Joe takes a sip.

"Oh, that's good."

"I'm the only one who likes it. Joe hates lemonade."

"I don't hate it. I just hate the way you make it." Your boyfriend replies. You excuse yourself to finish making finger sandwiches. Joe went on, and on about never being at your house, so he invited him over a day after returning home. Joe makes fake conversation with your boyfriend, all while his mind is stuck on you. You were currently wearing an ankle-length skirt with a slit on the side going all the way up your left side til about mid-thigh.

"So I made something you guys can snack on, but I have to meet my sister for a bit in two hours." You say, putting the tray down. Joe licks his lips, watching you bend down and sneaking a peek at your cleavage. It goes unnoticed by your boyfriend because he watches Joe Burrow highlights on tv. They talk some more while you do laundry, and then you find it—a pair of pink panties size small. You stop folding clothes and walk into the living room, staring at your boyfriend, laughing with Joe.

C! Cheating

Your boyfriend was cheating. There's no other way around it. You confronted him that day in front of Joe without a care in the world. Your boyfriend denied it being from his side piece, stating that his sister stayed over the weekend you were gone and must have mixed it with his stuff. And you believed him. Joe was stunned. There was no way that was his sister's underwear. What absolute bullshit. This guy was a complete loser, and one way or another, Joe would take you away from him.

Joe continued to fist his dick into the panties he stole from you weeks ago. He moaned your name, closing his eyes and picturing you riding him. Joe came into the panties and threw his head back. Right on cue, your name flashed across his phone. Joe stood up, pulling his shorts up and washing his hand before returning your call.

"Hey. I'm sorry, but I think I have to call off for the weekend."

"What's wrong?" Joe asks with concern. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"My cat has to be put down."

"Aww darling, I'm sorry. Take all the time you need. If you need anything, let me know." Joe hangs up. He lets you rest for the weekend, but he stops by your place Sunday before the game only to be greeted by Joe. Your boyfriend invites him in and chats him up.

"Be honest with me. Guy to Guy. You're cheating on her, right?" Joe asks, laughing. Your boyfriend smirks.

"She's super bright but just doesn't do it for me. I only started dating her, so she would do my homework back when we were in school, and I stayed because she's smart. Why can't guys be the stay at the home partner? So, I've been seeing my ex for a year now. We reconnected. Sex is mindblowing. I'm sure you get it." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe nods his head. Yeah, he gets it. Your Joe was a lazy loser—all the more reason to snatch you up.

"So no sex with-"

"Hell no. I told her I wanted to wait until marriage bullshit, and she's been holding on to that since. She doesn't put out, you know? So, of course, I need my needs met somewhere else." Your boyfriend laughs. Joe joins and stands up, letting him know he needs to get to the arena. The next week you're pretty quiet around Joe. He pokes your cheek, and you look at him with a smile.

"You've been off. What's up?"

"Do you think Joe is cheating on me?"

"Does he have a sister?" He asks.

"He does, but I've never met his family s-"

"What? You've been together like six years."

"He said he doesn't get along with them."

"He's cheating on you. As your guy friend, I'm letting you know the signs are there." Joe says as you finish wrapping his ankle. You sigh.

"Maybe I can talk things out with him. It must have been a mistake."

"Darling, he's a loser. If I'm being honest with you. You deserve someone better."

"There's no one better than Joe. He's my first boyfriend. I've had other guys interested in me growing up, of course, but something about Joe is perfect."

"So cheat on him back," Joe replies hoping down from the table. He walks away, grabbing his gear. You let the thought stay in your head all game. And after the game, Joe tells you he will give you a ride home because your boyfriend said something came up. You want to ask him what he meant by cheating on his back. You're a virgin; you couldn't think about going all the way with a stranger.

"What should I do? Cheating is bad. I don't think I could do it with a stranger."

"It doesn't have to be a stranger." Joe turns his body so he is facing you.

"Then who?" You ask, entirely clueless. Joe thinks you're adorable. He leans in close to your face and kisses your lips. You don't pull back frozen with uncertainty.

"It's okay," Joe whispers. You part your lips, letting Joe's tongue slide in and explore your mouth. His mouth tasted of fresh mint mixed with his strawberry chapstick. You clench your walls as the kiss intensifies. Joe's hand reaches down toward your thighs and squeezes at the soft, plump skin. You moan into his mouth, and he smiles. Joe pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the both of you. You turn your head, shying away from him. Joe licks his lips, tasting your Chocolate Fenty lipgloss.

"I want you to cum." Joe states.

"Come where?"

Joe looks off as if he's looking at a camera and smirks. Innocent.

"Where do you want me to come?" You ask again, confused. My face and fingers, Joe thinks to himself.

"To my place."

"I can't. I should go. Joe is waiting." You rush out of the car, slamming the door, trying to keep your heart from pounding out of your chest. You get home to find your boyfriend cheating with his ex. You're both cheaters.

D! Distraction.

You need a distraction, but you have no off days. At work, you can barely concentrate, and you've been avoiding Joe working with other players. Finally, Joe corners you in the locker room. He pulls you into the sauna.

"I'm sorry about the kiss. If you felt, I overstepped, I'm-"

"Joe is cheating on me. I caught him with his ex that night. What should I do?"

Joe pulls you into a much-needed hug.

"Use me." Joe lifts your chin so you stare up at him.

"But what if Joe finds out?" You pout. Joe leans down, kissing your lips.

"He won't, I promise."

Again you let Joe's kisses swarm your head. Joe backs you into the bench, and you fall back sitting down. Joe leans down, connecting the kiss again. Joe pulls away and takes his shirt off. You've seen Joe shirtless plenty of times due to the nature of your job, but right now, it sent an unknown tingling sensation down your body to your core. Joe locks the door and turns the sauna on. He kneels between your legs, pulling your shorts down.

"What are you doing?" You whisper, getting nervous.

"I'm going to make you feel good. I promise." Joe slips your panties off next, putting them in his pocket for later. With ease, Joe separates your legs, setting them on his shoulders. Your mind goes blank when he puts his lips on your pussy.

"Oh gosh. Joe." You moan, grabbing his hair while Joe sloppy sucks at your clit. A strangled moan falls from your lips as Joe slides his tongue into your cunt. The feeling sends you into a euphoric state. You've never experienced something like it.

"Joe! I think something--Oh god!" You squeal, gushing on his tongue. Joe cleans you up by licking every drop. He stands up, laughing.

"That was amazing."

He leans down, kissing your lips.

"Come over to my place tonight, and I'll show you more." He whispers.

E! Education.

Yeah, you've got the brains and beauty parts down, but when it came to socializing, you were as plain as they come. And Joe was happy to teach you things about your beautiful body.

Your eyes crossed as Joe continued to finger fuck you in the back of the bus. His husky breath whispers sweet little nothings to you, sending your hips thrusting on their own. It was insane what could be done in the back of the bus. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your sounds quiet. The Bengals defeated the Giants, and Joe needed his victory snack; you. The sound of your wet pussy squelching every time Joe would drag his fingers out and push them back in. Thank goodness everyone was either sleeping or listening to headphones.

"Slow. Slow." You whisper, but Joe just smiles.

"You have to let it happen, baby."

Your thighs tremble, and you feel an orgasm slip through your body. Joe drags his fingers out and puts them into his mouth, sucking your juices off. You fix your skirt and hide your face. When you get to the hotel, you go straight to your room for a nice shower. Joe calls you on Facetime to see what you're wearing; he then coaches you through playing with yourself while he jerks off. Over the last few weeks, you've had these little secret sessions with Joe, and it's been the most exciting part of your life.

Two days later, you come home to find your boyfriend on the couch. He sits up, ready to make his 100th apology.

"Honey, she meant nothing. I messed up. You know I love you. Look.: He says, pulling a ring box out. Your eyes start to water.

"Oh, Joe."

"Let's make up and try again."

You nod your head and accept his ring. The following day at practice, Joe looks at the ring on your finger. He rolls his eyes when you tell him you have to end whatever you have going on with him.

"He's not serious." Joe mumbles.

"Huh?"

"He cheated on you with his ex-girlfriend. Do you really think it was a one-time thing and mistake?" Joe asks. The blank stare on your face tells Joe you believe your boyfriend.

"Joe messed up, but he asked me to marry him, so everything is okay."

"Right. I need to get back in. See you later." Joe puts his helmet on and walks off. You stand there confused but brush it off. Maybe Joe is having a bad day.

F! Frustrated

You have frustrated Joe to the point of no return. He's been sleeping with a cheerleader, but she is nothing compared to you. Joe can't go down on her without thinking about you. Without thinking about you wrapping your thick thighs around his head while he devours you. Or the gasps and little whimpers you let out when he finger fucks you. Nope. No one can compare.

G! Gorgeous

Joe thinks you look absolutely gorgeous at the annual Bengals charity event. You're wearing a beautiful red satin dress with a plunging neckline and a slit going up the side. Joe holds himself back from moaning at the sight of you. The only thinking stopping him is the fact your boyfriend is with you.

"Joe, you're going to bet on me, right?" Chloe, the head cheerleader, asks, wrapping her arm around Joe's. Joe takes a sip of his water, nodding his head. It's for charity, so he doesn't have a choice. When it's time to raffle off the women for a date with the highest bidder, Joe raises his hand once for Chloe.

"Wow, everyone wants a date with Miss Bengal herself. She has earned the highest bid tonight at 15,000 to Mr.Greg. Anyone want to go higher?" The announcer asks. Chloe loses to Joe, and he shakes his head. Ja'MArr starts laughing. Joe snickers and stops seeing you take your place on the stage. The announcer introduces you, and a few people bid, and it stops at 10,000.

"25!" Joe shouts. You look in the crowd spotting him with his number held up.

"25,000 going once twice, and it goes to Joe Burrow. We appreciate the bid, Mr.Burrow." The guy says. Joe makes his way over to help you down the stage.

"You didn't have to bid that much on me. It's not like anyone would have gone higher than 10k."

"It's charity. If I give my money, it will be for the best prize."

Your boyfriend makes his way over.

"You didn't have to make such a high bid. She's not worth 25k." Your boyfriend laughs. You're mortified and look away.

"Yeah, she's priceless for sure." Joe winks at you. Your boyfriend nods his head and leaves you alone.

"So, about that date?" Joe asks.

"What would you like to do?"

"You," Joe replies without missing a beat. You look around, making sure no one is in earshot. You grab Joe's hand and take him to a secluded area.

"Joe. I appreciate you being a distraction, but I'm an engaged woman now. Me and Joe are starting over. So you can't make comments like that." You whisper, looking away from his blue eyes. Joe nods his head and tells you he understands. But he's lying. There's no way in hell he would let Joe number two win.

H! Heart.

It took Joe some time to realize what he actually wanted from you. When he first met you, he thought sex with you was exactly what he wanted. You were attractive, intelligent, and so caring that it might be a flaw. Your boyfriend took advantage of your kindness and innocence. He didn't deserve you at all. Maybe Joe didn't either, but he liked to believe he did. As the season closed, Joe distanced himself from you, hoping whatever feelings he harbored for you would die out. But it doesn't work like that. It only may things harder for Joe, and he started taking his frustrations out on random people.

"You've been in a shitty mood," Ja'Marr said one day. Joe looked over at him and rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired. Sorry." He mumbled.

"You and big mama fighting?" Ja'Marr asked.

"Don't fucking call her that."

"Hey, she told me it was okay," Ja'Marr said in defense. Joe relaxed. The thought of you made his stomach flip. You walked over, handing Ja'Marr some water. Ja'Marr mumbled something along the lines of you should talk.

"Did you need to tell me something?" You asked him. Joe shook his head. When you turned to walk away, Joe grabbed your wrist.

"It was great having you this season. Maybe they will bring you on as a regular." Joe scratched the back of his neck while avoiding looking into your face. You take his hands in your own.

"Thank you. They offered me a five-year contract."

"That's great. Having you around-"

"I can't take it. We became involved with each other. It's against the rules of the contract."

Joe laughed until his stomach started to hurt. You looked at him with a confused expression. Joe bends down, kissing your head.

"We never went further than oral, so I think you're in the clear, plus you're engaged, remember?"

"About that…..I, ummm, left Joe after the charity event, which was three months ago, so yeah."

"Wow. For good?" He asked.

"Yes. You were right about him. He's a loser. I deserve better." You wore a proud look which only made Joe want to hold you.

"You should take the job. Because you enjoy working with us. What we had, I promise not to-"

"I heart you." You mumbled. Joe's eyes soften at your confession.

"I heart you too."

"So that's why I can't take the job." You sighed as Joe pulled you into a hug. Joe told you that he would handle it. There's no way he would let his heart stray away.

I! Irreplaceable.

Joe had to bargain with the team manager about letting you stay. It was a long annoying process, but they finally broke. The only agreement was that you couldn't be Joe's trainer again, which was okay because the old trainer was done with paternity leave. You were irreplaceable to the team, but especially to Joe.

J! Joe Burrow's

"This is your girlfriend?" Mr.Burrow asked. Joe nodded, pulling you closer to him. You became a little nervous.

"Oh, she is absolutely gorgeous." His mother beams, pulling you into a hug.

"Very lucky guy. I hear you had been taking care of my knucklehead last season." Mr. Burrow pulls you into a hug next.

"Yeah. I did. He was a little difficult." You joke as Joe pulls you back to him, pouting. You meet various family members during the cookout; they're all so inviting and sweet. Joe refuses to leave your side. You guys have gone semi-public, and you had to get used to being called Joe Burrow's girlfriend. After the news came out, your ex blew up your phone, accusing you of cheating on him. He even showed up at your apartment one night yelling at you. When you told Joe, he was ready to kick his door down, but you talked him down….aka gave him the sloppiest head. That's all thanks to Joe for even teaching you such a technique. The next time your ex showed up at your apartment, Joe answered the door in only shorts.

"Uhh. I need to talk to her."

"Leave her alone. This is my last time telling you that. You're a loser. Maybe now you can get a job and stop being a lazy leech." Joe slams the door and returns to the bedroom. You're still lying in the position Joe left you, handcuffed to the bed and legs spread open for him. When Joe took your virginity, he was so careful with you. Making sure you felt good, making sure you reached your orgasm multiple times before he allowed himself to cum. You loved how tenderly he treated your body. But now that you were seasoned during the lovemaking, Joe's true nature came out. He was very much a freak in the sheets.

"Joe? Who was at the door." You call out, unable to see because of Joe's tie around your eyes.

"Your loser ex." Joe chuckles, taking his place between your legs. He starts rubbing your thighs.

"Oh gosh. He won't stop calling me or showing up. I'm sorry." You pout. Joe doesn't respond, which excites you with anticipation. Without another word, Joe was inside of you. You twist and pull at the restraints, biting on your lip so hard it draws blood.

"Feels so good." You cry out. Joe lifts your right leg to get a better angle. You moan and cry, feeling Joe hit your spot over and over. And when it's over, Joe kisses you all over and wipes you down. You lay your head on his chest as he massages your leg.

"Joe Burrow's girlfriend." You giggle to yourself. You didn't care what anyone else had to say about your relationship. You didn't care about who the world thought Joe should be dating. Your size didn't matter to you or Joe. Because you were his, and he was yours.

K! Kind

Joe is always so kind and patient with you and your needs. He always makes sure you're in good spirits. He snaps at anyone who even thinks about taking your kindness for granted. That included your shitty mother. Her comments about watching your weight never got to you before, but now that you're public dating, it feels like 1000 of your mother is constantly watching you. Joe kisses on your neck as you guys wait in line for the Ferris wheel. Yeah, you've become that PDA couple. Joe loved showing you off to the world. You were perfect in his eyes. When it's your turn to get in the ride, you climb in first and Joe behind you. He sits across from you, leaning back and smiling. You cover your face because he always looks at you with so much love in his eyes. And when you guys get to the top of the wheel, fireworks go off, and Joe says it.

"I love you, baby. I love you for your beautiful mind and kind heart. I hope what we have carries on into the next life." He leans into you to kiss your lips, but you're crying.

"I love you too." You cry.

L! Love

"I love you." You scream as Joe pounds into you from behind. He gives your ass a hard smack and watches it jiggle. A year ago, he had no idea he would be this deep into you—Literally and figuratively.

M! Move

You moved in with Joe and adopted a kitty together. Joe was currently sleeping with the kitten on his chest. You took a photo and posted it on your story. Joe could be so cute sometimes.

N! Nasty

Joe was indeed nasty. But the good nasty. He would fuck you any and everywhere he could get you. The locker room, the team plane bathroom (You joined the mile-high club because of him), and the back of the car. It didn't matter to Joe; if he wanted you, he knew how to seduce you effortlessly. And you wanted it just as bad as him. Joe held you up against the wall as he fucked into you. You barely entered the hotel room before your dress was ripped and your panties thrown.

"I'm heavy put-put- down." You cry out. Joe laughs against your ear.

"Baby, you know exactly how much I can bench. Be quiet." He sucks your earlobe and carries you to the bed to demolish you for the night. At some point, your ex called. Joe answered.

"Asshole is calling; hold on." He said, putting on speaking and putting the phone by your head which was buried in the pillow.

"Hel-Hello?" Your ex asked.

"Speak," Joe shouted over the clapping of his hips against your cheeks.

"Where is she? I wanted to umm-"

"Fuck Joe. Pull out." You cry, reaching back to stop his hips. Your legs felt like they were going to give out under you. You freeze when you hear your name being called by your ex. You can't believe Joe answered the call.

"She's busy. I'll have her call you back, Joseph." Joe says, laughing and hanging up. Your boyfriend was 100% nasty.

O! Oh, My God!

"Oh my god!" You scream, looking at the ring. It's your dream ring, and Joe is on his knee asking for your hand in marriage. Two years. You spent six long years with your ex, and he never even thought of marriage, but Joe asked you two years after dating. The truth is he wanted to ask you the night he said I love you but chickened out.

"Soooo, don't keep us in suspense, Mama!" Ja'Marr shouts. You nod your head as tears stream down your face. The team cheers, and Joe lifts you. Oh, My God, you're getting married!

P! Pretty

"Pretty." Your mother says, watching you twirl in the wedding dress. You had to go dress shopping, and it was taking everything in you to invite her. You don't hate your mother but don't have a buddy relationship with her. Ever since Joe stood up for you, she's been trying to get on your good side. Your best friend starts tearing up.

"You look so pretty. This has to be the one. Do you feel it?" You look at yourself in the mirror. You do. This is the dress you want. Say yes to the dress.

Q! Quiver

"I want to put a baby in you so bad," Joe whispers into your ear while giving you deep strokes. Sweat glistens on your forehead from the "exercise" you're supposed to provide Joe with. Your body quivers, feeling Joe drag his cock out and push it back in.

"You want me to give you a baby?" Joe asks. Your mouth hangs open with silent praise as drool trickles down your chin. You were drunk. Drunk on Joe. Drunk on his cock. Drunk on this feeling. Love drunk. You nod your head, unable to give words because Joe is making you feel so good. Your body trembles and quivers some more before cumming again.

R! Relationship

Your relationship with Joe has been something out of the movies. You never thought you could fall in love with someone so charming. He makes you feel like you are the only person that matters in the world. The relationship with Joe can only be defined by love.

S! Special

Joe makes you feel special with his words but, most notably, his actions.

T! Tears

The first fight you have with Joe brings you to tears. The fight was hardly something to be yelling about, but you had been grumpy, and with Joe being hyper-focused on the season and not helping with the wedding, it pissed you off. You were stressed about everything, and all you wanted was help.

"That's why we hired a wedding planner!"

"All I'm asking is for a little help! How fucking hard can it be to reply when I text you about OUR wedding."

"Calm down. It's not that serious."

"It's not that serious. I have dreamed about getting married since I was a little girl. I want our day to be special, and you treat it like some secondary thing. It should be the most important thing in your life!"

"Winning another championship is the most important thing in my life right now," Joe shouts back. You both fall silent. Joe rubs his forehead, realizing what he said. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you tell him to get out.

"Bab-"

"Out. Go fucking sleep on the field for all I care but get out!"

Joe grabs his keys and slams the door. You break down, trying to calm your nerves, but you can't. You feel defeated. You walk into the bathroom and pull out the positive pregnancy stick.

U! Uterus

Yeah, your uterus is occupied. Joe came home the following day to find you sleeping in bed. He woke you up to apologize. You held onto him for a long time, and it broke his heart that you guys fought.

"Pregnant." You whisper.

"What was that?"

"I'm pregnant, Joe. It's why I'm angry all the time and moody. We have to change everything around. We can't get married while I'm pregnant. The way things are going, I will give birth on the wedding day."

"Hey, hey. Okay. So we move things around. We push back the wedding. I promise we will make this work. I love you." He kisses your forehead, and you believe. Joe has never lied to you before.

V! Violet

"She is so beautiful." Joe's mother coos over her brand-new granddaughter, Violet. You take a deep breath and lay back on the bed. It's been four weeks since you gave birth to your daugh, and it has been an uphill battle. Joe has been on the road, but his mother stayed with you 24/7 to help when he would leave. Joe is currently playing in the Superbowl, but you couldn't bother to watch. Your spirit has been down, and you don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. After feeding Violet, you lay her down for a nap and decide to take a bath. You stay in the bathtub until the water is cold. You felt numb. You can hear the family cheering downstairs. Joe must have won. Good for him. You sink under the water and stay there until his mother pulls you up. She wraps a towel around you as you begin to cry.

"I know it's hard, sweetheart. It's going to get easier. I know it will." She rubs your back. After you dress and dry off, you stare at the ceiling as your one-month-old starts crying. You don't make a move to console her. You can't. Joe's mother comes in and takes her away, letting you rest. You wake up to soft kisses on your forehead but don't open your eyes.

"She's been sleeping for a while. I'm worried about her, Joe." His mother whispers.

"I'm home now for a while, so I'll take care of her," Joe replies. And he does. He keeps you company. He listens to you rant. He takes care of Violet while you recover. And when you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, you run for it. Joe is a breath of fresh air. Your daughter is everything you've ever wanted. Your little family is perfect. Joe watches you play peek-a-boo with Violet.

W! Wedding

A year later, you walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Burrow. Joe's vows sent you and a good chunk of the guest into a sobbing fit. You hated that he went before you because you could barely get yours out. And from that day forward, you truly lived your happily ever after.

X! X-Ray

"You are my air. I'm honored to be standing here right now, taking this step with you. I knew from day one that you and I would be standing here. Adorable. That's the first word that popped into my head when you entered that locker room. At the time, you had a Boyfriend, and I was okay with being the side guy if I had to. Cheating is a sin, I get it, but I was willing to be that guy." Joe holds your hands, and the crowd chuckles. He stares back at you, giving his full attention to you.

"You said I became a good Distraction from your life, but you were my focus. You taught me so much about love and myself. Thank you for that Education. It was Frustrating at times because I wanted you real bad. But here we are now, you standing before me, looking Gorgeous. You have my Heart because you are my Heart. You're Irreplaceable. And not because you're Joe Burrow's girl, because you're you. Kind and Loving. Making this Move with you seems like the easiest thing I've ever had to do. I'm trying my best to keep things PG. I definitely want to say something Nasty." Joe says, whispering nasty so only you can hear it. You wipe your eyes, trying to keep the tears back. Several people have already started crying.

"I know everyone is thinking, OMG, can he hurry up? But I can't. I know I get to confess my love for her every day, but this moment right here should last forever. But Pretty girl, forever isn't long enough for me. It makes me Quiver with excitement knowing that you took this journey with me. This Relationship that we have is so important to me. So Special. I don't want to see those Tears." Joe jokes, trying to wipe your eyes.

"You're my best friend, lover, and mother of my child. Hi Violet." Joe shouts out your one-year-old, who waves at her daddy excitedly.

"I hope this Wedding turned out to be everything you dreamed of. Thank you for letting me be a part of your dream because you are my dream. Thank you for being my X-Ray and seeing through me. Knowing and caring for me always. I love you from A-Z…Alwayz" Joe emphasizes the s as a Z, and you break down crying with everyone else.

Z! Zachary

"Violet and Zachary, if you guys don't stop running in the house, you will not be going to Daddy's game." You shout at your three and two-year-olds. You rub your belly, trying to prepare their lunch before you have to be at the arena with Ja'Marr. Your son runs into the kitchen, all giggling.

"Mom, I want a sister," Violet says, grabbing her shoes.

"I can't control what I'm having, sweetie. We will find out Monday." You reply as your husband makes his way into the kitchen. He picks up Zach and tosses him in the air before doing the same to Violet and finally kissing your lips.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too forever and Alwayz," Joe replies.

The ABC concept was so much fun. As soon as I saw this request, I was like, what if it's like the ABCs of why Joe loves you! But then it developed into this. I hope the person who requested this likes it. Thank you so much again! I'm still taking requests, but remember I'm also writing a series ( Fallin All In You!) so it takes quite some time to sit and write! Likes Reblogs and comments are appreciated like so much you don't even know! I love reading the comments. hehe

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[wildpeachfarm]

See the thing is with streaming its going to die regardless, yes companies handing out less contracts is killing it further but its already dying at a fast rate? I'm not a stream hater either btw I really enjoy them but like. For example. 2020, 2021? When school was remote and I only ever worked mornings because of covid hours? I was clocked into that Philza 8hr stream DAILY. I was scheduling my classes around those streams so I could do homework while listening/watching. Went as far as to use my monthly speaking privilge to ask Phil what date British Daylight Savings began so I could keep my schedule clear. The second everything was no longer remote, and store hours went back to normal, I maybe caught 2, 3, maybe 4 streams in that year before I decided enough was enough about QSMP and I LOVE hardcore content.

From a company standpoint I can see why YT may not be interested in handing out streamer contracts anymore. Like Dreamie and a few others they're recognizing the Covid Number Boom is over- but unlike Dreamie, because theyre a corporation, they can't just "stick it out" and "recelebrate milestones". They have a "bottom line" to protect and they're not getting that same sweet sweet ad revenue from streams because of decreased viewer counts. Esp bc people don't just go back and watch vods unless there's a REAAAALLY good reason to. So no ad viewership there either. They're going to go back to relying on videos (and unfortunately probably shorts as well, I hate the tiktok-ification of every socmed site) to keep their ad revenue up, especially with the battle of ad blockers. I see more ad and monitization deals being handed out.

With streams (bc vod watching is lowkey practically nonexistant) not being in high demand bc of time constraints (happening while busy, timezones issues) the demands for videos will be higher as videos are ALWAYS readily available. Someone uploads at midnight your timezone? I mean it'll be there when you wake up, you won't have "missed" anything like you would have a livestream. Get a video schedule set out and you're GOLDEN- the first thing I do when I get home from work is check if a handful of youtubers have uploaded to put on to watch. If not, I rewatch some of my fav vids.

Also psychologically I actually think this is for the better of all CCs as a whole. Streaming, esp for some of the hourly requirements some of these ppl either HAVE to hit to get paid or WILLINGLY put themselves through (Tubbo) you have to wear your persona the ENTIRE time. You have to make sure you don't slip up that ENTIRE time. You have to be entertaining the ENTIRE time. You have to filter yourself because it's all live. To me this just sounds like what I do on a daily basis masking my audHD and that shit is so tiring and it's why I could NEVER be a streamer. If you're recording videos you can control what goes out. You don't have to wear whatever persona you decide to put on for 8hrs for a stream, you can record 3 hours of footage and then be done for the day, and that can either be one video or multiple depending on a lot of factors. Accidentally say your mom's name? Cut the clip. Bit isn't funny? Cut the clip. They will still have to actively filter themselves yes but for a much less amount of time. In the end CCs will have a lot more mind power that they're not using up to take care of themselves. I genuinely think it's psychologically better for them all.

It's unfortunate that the streaming industry is going to collapse this way. But also seeing how the communities heavily affected by streaming are more drama filled than communities w/o streaming, I'm lowkey hoping it's for the best. Pulling the plug like this imo is a mercy kill.

And now I'm gonna wash my mouth out for all that corporate speak I just used. Sorry for the manifesto. And if someone wants to put this manifesto on reddit idc just crop/block any usernames IG

I appreciate the essay-andy-ing these are interesting thoughts! I don't think the streaming scene will collapse entirely but I do think that it will become more advantageous to be a youtuber because people have found that to be the most consistent for many years as a CC rather than streams which require a lot of additional things (like you mentioned)

And I feel like we are seeing quite a few people say they're going to prioritize youtube more in the future which seems to be the beginning of that transition

I am curious if twitch will ever try to keep certain big-viewer streamers on the platform with 'kick-style' ($$$$) contracts.

#ask

[joesalw]

imma rant about something i am sorry. i am a huge conan gray fan. i've been since 2020 when i first heard him on a mutual's spotify playlist. i'm indian and i wasn't on internet before pandemic nor did i used to listen to non hindi songs. i did not know who taylor swift was at the time. i had just heard her name in passing and probably two of her biggest songs (love story, you belong with me)

in 2021 my love for conan grew so much. his music has helped me with so much shit in my life. i also started watching interviews and stuff and he mentioned that taylor was a huge inspiration for him many times. he became besties with liv in 2021 and taylor sent both of them her fearless tv recording (due to which i was introduced to taylor's music)

at this point swifties started using the term 'taylor's children' for conan and olivia and then the whole cruel summer credits thing happened with liv and so many swifties started accusing her of copying taylor with everything she does. she rightfully distanced herself from taylor and as her best friend, conan did too

when midnights came out, an interviewer asked him what his favourite track was. he said something along the lines of 'oh i am on tour right now and i think an album like that deserves to be properly heard. i just haven't had the time to listen to it yet' (nothing to be upset at. he was respectful towards taylor and her music) but oh the swifties went wild. they started unnecessarily trolling him, being racist and homophobic towards him and all that

even now in 2024, whenever he does ANYTHING, swifties make it about him not having heard midnights. it's so annoying atp.

but what will you except from a fandom who were all like father towards joe alwyn when he was still dating their idol. but when they broke up, he is public enemy number 1 "who put her in the basement and didn't let her bejeweled" and their new father is someone when alcohol and anger issues (they are accusing joe of that shit now btw. saying how he was an alcoholic and also accusing him of dv which is so messed up. like always believe victims. but why are they making up rumours of abuse with no proof and no word said by taylor who according to them was abused??)

They expect everybody to kiss the ground she walks on, and if someone fails to do it/ doesn’t do it by choice, they become public enemy #1

#anti taylor swift #swifties dni #conan gray #olivia rodrigo #anti swifties

[cloveroctobers]

SILENCE — ANGEL REYES x OC x CANE TEJADA | Part ii.

A/N: I can’t believe I’m actually doing a part two since I never do those because they don’t ever preform as well as the first but after that (terrible) finale I couldn’t resist. Thanks for the support on the first one, hopefully this will bring some sense of more life for Angel. if this is my last piece for him then why not also go out with a little something? He’s the last man standing apparently so here’s a send off on my part.

WARNINGS: language, hints of coping mechanisms? Or Mental illness Therapy is mentioned, I’ve also been binge-watching 9-1-1 from the beginning, I’m currently on season 4 I think! which is why Eddie’s character is mentioned but he doesn’t make a appearance so please skip over this if you’re feeling some type of way about that and are looking for a eddie based fic. I will be writing something for him soon btw. There’s also a little surprise towards the end for certain lovers who might read this.

*GIF and photos DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

Read part one here. + using this prompt and number 21. Timing

*ੈ ╭──╯ . . . *ੈ ╭──╯ . . . *ੈ ╭──╯ . . . *

Solay’s half asleep, the soft horns sounding from the NBA game Cane’s got his hands on was actually comforting and it often reminded her of nights when her and her sister would fall asleep on the couch together while their father watched the game. It was late, once watching the clock going from midnight to 2 am, she was once wired, greasing cane’s hair and brushing his waves before securing the doo-rag around his head.

It was a typical night, their version of normal until harsh knocks sounded at the door, breaking Solay out of her slumber. Her eyes felt heavy but she was alert and so was Cane as he paused the game, picking up on the knocks that appeared at the door some more. He tossed the controller onto the coffee table, moving slowly as he reaches underneath the cushion of the couch Solay was lounging on.

His low-lidded eyes briefly met her’s as he brings a single finger up to his lips after taking the safety off. Cane’s on his feet now while Solay shortly follows after, reaching over to turn off the side lamp and ready to head to the back of the home to check on her son, Xavier.

Cane wasn’t sure who it could be, he knew it couldn’t be any of his people considering the situation back home but he figured it could be Tariq’s bitch ass, you just never know with him. He’s against the door now, peeking around but all he could see was a shadow of someone.

Yanking the door back to fly against the wall, he’s quick with his grip as he aims the gun right at Angel Reyes who hold’s out a arm while he cradles his son.

“Fuck you want?” Cane asks.

Angel looks down but it’s not like Cane cares, although it seems he lowers the gun just a bit, for the baby’s sake.

“I need to talk to soso.”

“Nig—, you know what time it is? Knocking on the damn door like you the feds or some shit? What makes you think it’s okay to show up here unannounced at this time of the night?” Cane’s tone is clipped.

Angel shifts Maverick in his arms as he says, “that’s a conversation I need to have with Solay, not you.”

“Last time I checked, she ain’t with your ass no more and I’m the man of this house so you want to run that by me again?”

A house Angel was damn sure Cane didn’t put a penny down to help with the mortgage.

The darkness underneath Angel’s eyes was deafening but the twitch of his brows was evident that he had no intentions of backing down. He still felt a way about Cane showing up to his house and Angel thought he could do the same. If this was his house but Angel couldn’t see himself in the big apple.

It was only right in his eyes.

Before he can send a rebuttal at the shorter brown skinned man, Solay appears from behind Cane, who lets out a sigh before sucking his teeth.

“Enrique Iglesias is here,” Cane informs Solay who pulls her robe tighter around her body.

She hasn’t seen Angel since the funeral for Felipe. Understandably so, he needed time to grieve but she figured he was doing it alone due to the decline of Ezekiel’s relationship with the man and that couldn’t be healthy. And it wasn’t like Solay saw Angel much before that either, he showed up to the second therapy session but it was clear that his mind was somewhere else. Which wasn’t unusual when it came to his precious club but Solay didn’t pry since it seemed like Angel was always on the go or lost in his thoughts. It’s not like she didn’t care but he was the one who encouraged her there to these sessions but her gut also told her that it would always be only a matter of time.

Until he moved on to something else.

Timing was never something Angel managed well. If shit came at him, he was usually thrown for a loop depending on what it was and never had guidelines for plans or anything like that. He was more take things as they were tossed at him type of person but ever since EZ got into that president’s chair and Angel got the chance to raise Maverick, he was also changing.

“Angel…” solay started as she took in his appearance, she could tell that something was wrong, “what’s going on?”

Angel swallowed the lump in his throat and if Cane wasn’t in the room right now, he probably would have collapsed into Solay’s arms. She could see that, she could sense that. It was in his eyes, that he was hurting and sure way back when that might have gave Solay the tiniest bit of satisfaction but that’s not where they were now.

She was annoyed he stopped showing up to the sessions but brushed it off after awhile, saying that she “knew it,” up until Felipe was gunned down in Angel’s childhood home. There was always something going on with Angel and although they were trying to work on their relationship, Solay knew she couldn’t be selfish.

She didn’t have the heart to be.

Solay waved Angel in, despite the incredulous look Cane shot her way. She’s locking the door behind him and rests her hand on Angel’s lower back, which surprisingly makes him flinch as she does.

A brow raises at that but Solay says, “come into the living room.”

“Yeah okay…where’s Xavy?”

“Sleeping like yo ass should be.” Cane mutters, while Solay sends him a sharp look.

He places the lock back on the gun and puts it into the waist band of his basketball shorts, clasping his hands in front of him as he eyes Solay being so gentle with a dude that didn’t deserve it. Cane was heavy on that, “fuck the fact that he’s your baby’s father, after everything he put you through? Why are you still concerned when you knew he was gonna pull that shit? He doesn’t care about you like I do and I’m not even sure he gives that much of a fuck about Xavier.”

This was said after Angel stopped showing up to the sessions and Solay didn’t want to hear it. It didn’t feel like cane’s place—although she vented to him and he did the shit-talking to mainly make her feel better—and it also wasn’t angel’s place to feel a way about her seeing someone else.

Solay inhales as she sits on the coffee table, crossing one leg over the other as she takes in her ex-husband. He’s barely blinking as he stares off in space and Solay isn’t sure what to do about this.

“Talk to me,” she says bringing Angel’s dark eyes to meet her doe ones, “what happened?”

Angel places his lips against a sleeping Maverick’s temple that he cradles and then blows out a breath, “where do I start? Luisa’s gone, just buried my pops, now EZ’s dead—which I—I played a part in, I’m out the club and now I need you and Xavier to come with me to Arizona.”

Cane is laughing it up now while Solay is almost at a lost for words. She wasn’t surprised about Luisa but it would probably explain why Angel was checked out and why he moved in with Felipe. They haven’t really talked like they used to be able to do so hearing all of this—about what was going on in Angel’s world was a lot to process.

It always was.

“What do you mean…EZ’s dead?” Solay croaked out, shifting as she held out a hand to silence the man behind them.

Angel rubs at his exhausted face now, “The club found out…now it’s over. I buried him myself out on the road and I wish I never encouraged him to be in this shit you know? Maybe he’d still be here being a smart ass. My brother’s gone and I don’t got nothing left. This dried blood on my hands…it’s not worth it no more. Which is why I need you and Xavy to come with me before the feds come because I know they will. It’s only a matter of time.”

Solay searched Angel’s eyes and they held sincerity. It was all finally coming full circle now, what she’s been telling him for years…that the club’s brotherhood wouldn’t end well. Not when there was so much dirt, blood, lack of values, and deceit behind it. She had no issue speaking her peace on the club way back when (she also felt a way when she learned that EZ was getting involved fresh out of being locked up but angel didn’t want to hear that shit either) and sure she got along with some of the men there but it’s not like she was ever clueless to what it was. Solay was tired of constantly looking over her shoulder when it came to Angel’s club and that feeling never went away, even when she gave birth to their son and even when they were officially divorced. Everything was crumbling down around Angel and he was trying to get out for good.

“You want me to just pick everything up and follow you to Arizona?”

Angel dips his head, “yeah, it’ll be different this time. And I’m not saying let’s go off and get remarried or nothing like that but we could be something real. A family again.”

“Yeah a real fucked up one,” Cane comments, making Angel realize that he was in fact still in the room with them, “so let’s get this straight? Your daddy’s gone, that bitch you cheated with up and left your ass—which probably means she’s six feet under too—yeah I know exactly what she’s really into and it’s clear you’re too dumb to figure that out still, and now for a club to kill one of their own…it’s evident that your brother was some sort of snitch who got what was comin’ to him. But the ultimate disrespect is you coming back up in here with your tail in between your legs, thinking you can just take back what you lost long ago.”

“Listen man, you watch your damn mouth when it comes to my blood.” Angel points a warning finger at the man who chuckles; not the least bit threatened, “this is much bigger than your fucken ego. I’m looking out for Solay and our son, this don’t got shit to do with you. Never has. You can leave and go back to your own crooked shit in New York and leave Solay and my son out of it.”

Now isn’t that the coffee calling the kettle black?

Cane furrowed his brows, “Now you wanna win the father of the year award? You ain’t never been shit as far as I can tell and you’re never gonna be shit. Solay’s not going nowhere with you, she’s good on that.”

Solay got to her feet now as Angel glared at Cane who was all smirks, knowing he could get underneath the vulnerable older man’s skin so easily, “I’m going to need the both of you stop speaking for me.”

Both men kept their heated stares on each other but Cane couldn’t take Angel seriously with a child in his arms. The silence was weighing down the living room as Solay began to pace the floor. She didn’t know all of the details and didn’t think she would with Cane in the room. There was truth in his words when it came to the club—this Solay knew, although she was always on the outside when it came to anything revolving around the Mayans.

“Cane…I need a minute.”

“Aight, let’s go.” Cane was ready to lead the way back to the bedroom with a nod of his head in the direction of the room but a shake of Solay’s head had him confused.

Solay met Cane’s hooded eyes, “with Angel, alone.”

“I know you’re not considering leaving with this clown, So.”

Angel shrugged his shoulders, “It shouldn’t matter to you no way, the only reason you still stuck around is to get some product right? Now that that’s gone—you don’t need me or Solay. So maybe you should start saying your goodbyes now.”

Which provoked cane to whip out the gun again, until Solay reached for his wrist, making cane glance at her, ready to shove her hand off but he moved his stare back to Angel who had a sly smirk on the corner of his own lips.

“You act like you’re the only one I can do business with.” Cane tightened his stare, “Heroin ain’t really my lane but I thought why not since I’m here? You fucked that up like you constantly do and there you go again assuming shit about my relationship with Solay and you don’t know the first thing about it.”

Angel lifted his shoulders, “I know you ain’t no better than me and you don’t really care about Solay as much as you claim you do. It’s all a game but the difference is I’m always gonna be around, you on the other hand are disposable and I’mma always have my son’s best interest at heart. Solay’s the bonus.”

Cane rolled his eyes, “Let me find you a gold sticker for your forehead—

“ENOUGH!” Solay screams at the both of them, carefully peaking over at the sleeping baby afterwards,“this back and forth is getting on my nerves. Let me think in peace for a little bit, just go Cane.”

She orders.

Cane kisses his teeth and walked off, knowing that it was best before he might actually let some bullets fly.

Solay massaged the space in between her thin brows as her mind began spinning. She thought about all the bad the club brought to her front door and she was just leveling up without it.

So it seemed.

Now here Angel, a man she used to be in love with, a troubled man she wanted to spend forever with once upon a time, the man she shared a child with, was here telling her he was out. Out of the club, something she wanted for years for him because she knew that club wasn’t his purpose. He didn’t see it then but he saw it now. Solay’s faced a lot when it came to the club, with Angel’s disappearing for days at a time making her believe one of those days he wouldn’t come home to her, quality time being cancelled so he could be more dedicated to that club instead, cleaning up his wounds due to all sorts of danger he was involved in, he fucked those bartending bitches behind her back while some of those men smiled in her face knowing his dirt, to having a false sense of protection that led to being tied up, beat on so bad and left alone in a burning building years ago—which she just finished paying off a hospital bill for.

All of those instances let Solay know that The Mayans weren’t some saints by any means but Solay knew Angel loved that brotherhood once upon a time. He was slowly changing and morphing into something else—maybe something better—over these last couple of years but Solay figured that’s what happens when on-going lost comes your way. Gives you a bit of a wake up call and proud wasnt the word she would ever use (everyone that he lost still mattered to her as well) but it was about damn time.

It’s just unfournate how it all played out and there was so much to weigh out here. Solay knew she and Xavier would probably be harassed despite Angel being officially out of the Mayans. The war doesn’t just end and given what state Angel was in—numb yet determined, sitting in her living room clenching onto Maverick, Solay knew this war would just brew many more.

She would be affiliated no matter what and so would their son and so would Mavy—if not more thanks to who his mother is or was. This would always be Angel’s doing and she wasn’t blaming him, that wouldn’t get her anywhere she realized but it was a fact. She was with Angel right when the club was just an idea, a one night stand which later turned serious not long after he got patched in, back when he and Coco just moved into the Azure apartment complexes. The Mayans ripped through Angel, that much she could tell and many in her position would jump at the chance to shout at him, “I told your ass!”

Except Solay closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, rolling the tension out of her shoulders before she met Angel’s stare.

“Tell me all of it but take it easy when it comes to…Ezekiel.” She tells Angel, feeling a twing in her own chest at the thought of the brother she couldn’t save.

Angel held his ex-wife’s stare and inhaled a shaky breath, “…alright.”

Life in the desert was not something Solay thought she would ever be part of. She immediately thought of dry skin 24/7 when she had combo skin. Yes there were deserts back home but at least there was a downtown area that wasn’t far from her home. This transition was certainly just that. She’s in the kitchen in a daze, the southwest home is quiet in her mind as she’s drying the last dish. Her eyes are set on the two square windows by the dining table off to the side of the strangely shaped kitchen, back pressed into the kitchen sink.

It’s a early Monday afternoon, September just hit the calendar and she’s lost track of time. A hand catches her off guard as they tug on the belt hoops of her Jean skirt, making her gaze turn down to her seven year old who’s peering up at her with her mirrored doe-shaped eyes and his father’s nose.

“We’re back from the pool, mommy!” Xavier signs as Solay smiles sweetly at him, hand going around his shoulders to squeeze him to her hips.

She didn’t even pick up on him entering the sliding doors by the dining room, her mind elsewhere.

Labor Day came around much quicker than expected and they had their little celebration that Sunday but Xavier seemed to love the water and couldn’t get enough. Which means Angel was on duty for taking him and Maverick to the pool out back while Solay did a few minor things for work online and cleaned up the lunch angel ordered.

Solay signs, “Did you have fun?”

“Always!” Xavier laughs with a nod of his head.

“Good, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The boy groans as Solay gives him a stern look while he spins on his damp heels before stomping out the kitchen and headed towards his room.

Solay lightly laughs with a shake of her head.

“Xavy pouting about clean up time again?”

“Yeah the usual,” solay shrugs as the man makes his way over to her while she reaches to brush a wet strand of a two year old Maverick’s hair back, “everything go alright out there?”

Angel bends to put Maverick on his feet, the little man taking off on his chubby feet to find his big brother, “yeah, why wouldn’t it be? It’s hot as shit out there though. Isn’t autumn supposed to be here by now?”

“We just touched September,” Solay states kind of ignoring the question he asked back, “and you’re the one who picked Arizona, not me.”

Angel lifts his chin, “you could have talked me out of it though.”

“You don’t listen to nobody but your own big ass head.”

Angel shrugged as he leaned his elbows back on the dark wooded island that was rolled and locked in place on a angle in the kitchen, “seriously though, I’ve seen you in here looking like you’re off in space and shit. You sure you’re alright?”

Ever since Solay made the decision to be here with Angel, Maverick, and Xavier, Angel always made it his task to question how she was holding up. Like it was devastating or like she had regrets being here but that’s not truly how she felt. She wasn’t sure how she felt, Solay couldn’t really explain it. She just knows she feels something unsettling often. After Angel told her the truth back in her old stucco home in Santo Padre, she knew getting the hell out of dodge was also the best option.

They weren’t together but they found a new therapist and communicated much better. Angel worked two jobs, first considering a semi-truck driving job but declined once he knew how much hours he would have to put in and how long he would be away from his family. He was persistent on turning over a new leaf. Of course he still had scraps of his own money and Luisa’s blood money but he promised Solay that he wouldn’t use that money when it came to renting their home. He could do whatever he wanted with it but not when it came to their new home or Xavier. So he worked as a custodian at a middle school full-time and a delivery driver on Friday and most Saturday nights.

Solay signed over the building to her second in command at her shop to continue running her business in Santo Padre and if she wished to turn it into her own, she could. Solay was expecting and waiting for the day that would happen. Her main focus was running her e-commerce shop for her beauty line which continued to be successful and having her products distributed in over seven spas in the major cities of Arizona. She was still doing well and adapted to the new setting although her family was very vocal on this big leap.

Her dad still wasn’t vibing with Angel like that after all these years and knew from the jump that he continued to get his daughter into some mess. It really wasn’t like that but a father always knows and he had no problem booking flights with his ex wife, Solay’s mother to vacation in this hot ass desert right at their house. Her big sister on the other hand? She made it routine to talk to Solay and her nephew, Xavier almost every day.

In a way having Solay’s family around a few times out of the year kinda made him forget missing his own. Almost. Even when he was got in disagreements with Solay’s opinionated father. He could laugh about it once he dropped them off at the airport and brush off the touch of overbearingness because that’s just how Solay’s family was.

He was still down to go to the end of the earth with her as he eyed her in a new light now. Part of him expected Solay to just kick him out that night and keep him away from Xavier. Instead he gave her the littlest bit of time to decide, on his terms and even though everything seemed to be moving rapidly to him, he understood that Solay didn’t operate like that. Things could be drippy when this type of news was delivered and felt overwhelming. She had to sit with all the information Angel gave her, then analyze it all and take Xavier into account before moving forward.

Maybe this was just what they needed, a change of scenery, away from the Mayans and what that town brought into their lives. It wasn’t perfect by any means but life was much more slow-paced now. Initially this is what Solay wanted, a soft girl era but there was always this haunting feeling that shifted from her chest down to her gut.

“Do I?” She asked, snapping out of it.

Angel started tossing a plum up into the air, “don’t know if you notice but you just did it again. Felt like twelve hours later that you answered me.”

“I’m fine.”

“Do you mean it though?”

“What?”

“You’d tell me if something is wrong right? If you don’t want to do this anymore—

“Shush. It’s not ideal but it works for now.”

Angel dipped his head at this. He was very much aware that Solay could run off into the night if she truly wanted to but she was also invested in beating the odds. She wanted a stable home for their son. It made sense to Angel and knew it didn’t to anybody else and sure it was rocky at first with Xavier having trouble adjusting to the new environment—which kicked mama bear Solay in play, who had no issue telling administrators to be more accommodating to those with special needs (there was a serious lack of specific hearing impaired schools in small towns like this and santo padre but at least back home there was one educator that was also an interpreter) —Angel had to hide the chairs let’s just say that and Angel also had no issue telling the kid that picked on Xavy that he’d “fuck him up,” which the kid repeated but his own parents didn’t believe that surprisingly.

Probably because the wife and her husband had their eyes on angel. Solay was completely convinced that they were swingers but Angel laughed it off until his ass got squeezed by one of them at a third meeting.

“Alright then…wanna talk about that date with the firefighter?”

Solay scowled, “it wasn’t a date.”

“You went to a cooking class together this time around and a escape room before that, which he had a advantage to considering his job by the way. I’d say it’s a date, why are you being so weird about it?” Angel’s tossing the fruit up in the air but frowning over at the woman.

Solay scratches at her scalp above her scarf in irritation before moving to leave the kitchen and entered the living room that’s right next to it, “i’m not being weird about it. I just don’t think I need to talk to you about it.”

“Why not? I’m not feelin’ no type of way about it if that’s what you’re thinking. are we not besties now?” Angel followed after Solay who flicked the reruns of a talk-show off.

Solay scoffed as she looked over at angel in disbelief, “we’re roomies at best.”

“Exactly, besties.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I think it would help Edgar sleep better at night if you just admit yall are going on dates.” Angel teased as he leaned towards Solay who gave him the hand on her way by.

“That’s not even his name!”

Angel called out to her, “I know it starts with an E though. I gotta be close.”

“Eddie.” Solay told him, “Short for Edmundo and that’s all I’m gonna say about him to you.”

“Edmundo? Awl shit, you got a type!”

“Shut the hell—I’m gonna tend to the kids.”

“Yeah uh huh, you can get away from this conversation now but I’ll just ease drop some more when you’re gossiping about ‘im when you’re on the phone with big sis.” Angel commented as Solay rolled her eyes and made her exit.

If you asked solay she would say Angel’s the one being weird about this. It’s been two years since they left and Angel was keen on seeing solay get back out there and find her perfect match or whatever. He seemed to be more for it than Solay herself. She wasn’t really searching when Eddie came along in a bar (with a few others) she was having dinner solo in and she definitely brought it up to their therapist, who said it was Angel’s way of trying to make up for the unhappiness he brought her.

Still that was more weird than them living in a house together raising their sons in Solay’s eyes. A more normal reaction would be Angel grilling the casual dates Solay went on but now he was ready to hear how it was going and when he would meet them. Solay’s only been on two dates with Eddie and he was a complete gentleman, had a excellent job, a bit dorky and nervous? which gave Solay the indication that he did like her a little bit when he stumbled over his words asking her out for the first time but knew how to keep a conversation going, it was easy flowing. Almost too easy and Solay wasn’t used to easy.

At all.

She’s helping an annoyed Xavier with a Luke-temp bath, putting her thoughts on mute after hearing Angel tend to Maverick in Xavier’s room, coming up with all sorts of sound effects as if they were pilots (she thinks) since Maverick seemed to enjoy airplanes.

“Mom,” Xavier gets Solay’s attention again, sticking his finger into her nostril.

She flinched back making the boy laugh in her expense while she shook her head at him with a disapproving smile. He’s pointing behind her at the counter and Solay turns as she sits on the closed lid, reaching for her vibrating phone, which shows its her old employee calling her.

“Hey Idil, I know you’re not working on the holiday?” Solay greets after putting the call on speaker.

There’s loud shuffling on the line, which makes solay furrow her brows a bit as she turns back to the phone, “Idil?”

“Sup, so. You miss me?”

Solay pauses as she picks up on the familiar voice, “…Cane…what’re you doing?”

“Business. That’s all I’m good for right?”

Things didn’t end the best with Cane as to be expected when Solay told him what she planned on doing. Which included putting the house on the market, packing up half of her things, having some of it shipped out, leaving a small portion to sell with the house, discussing the way her business would be ran in Idil’s hands abruptly, and most importantly leaving Cane behind. She learned all about him showing up to Angel’s house with his little brother Dru, threatening him to stay away from Solay and to see how they can get in on Ez’s supply of heroin to move a percentage of the product in New York. Cane heard about the new president from word of mouth on the streets but he was the first to actually take the trip and do something about it.

Solay came into sight and he got a little distracted but when cane learned her background, he was close enough to get that connect but he also found fun in getting on Angel’s nerves. Which left Solay to question if any of it was real, she was tired of men taking for her weak when she opened up her heart to them which is why she was a little emotionally cut off—so she thought but she was always passionate or sensitive—depends who you ask.

“What do you want?”

Cane huffed, “how you know I ain’t just supporting a black owned business? What if I want to keep my skin looking like a Hershey’s kiss?”

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Yeah but you had enough time to fuck off with Antonio banderas and kick me to the curb though.”

“You sound pressed.”

“Nah, I handle shit.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Solay’s eyes were in slits now, “you know what? Don’t answer that. I don’t want anything else to do with your bullshit.”

“Why not? We had a good time together don’t you think?”

“I’d Rather not reminisce about the past.”

“See, I find that hard to believe. You in that clay box ass house with a nobody raising his kids, one of those kids that’s a product of him not being loyal to you. Not loving you. Like you ain’t shit to him, he treated you like you were temporary. Which is something I would have never done to you but you’re too blinded by him for whatever reason. Sounds like you ran right back to the past because you’re scared of something real.”

Solay cackles as Cane voices his thoughts to her, like he just read her. “Scared, maybe? Real? That’s unlikely with you. You didn’t step into what we had as a forever type of thing, it was all lies on your part too. All the red flags were right in front of my face and I don’t know how you don’t get that you’re no better, Cane. I know one things for sure, I wasn’t ever afraid to lose you, so stay the fuck off my line.”

With that she ended the call and only imagined he was probably screwing somebody in the shop now if he wasn’t running product through it. Idil couldn’t be that fooled or backstabbing right? She knew how cane operated and it’s been silent for two years now, not hearing from him and her accepting that most of it was probably not genuine was just Cane trying to get ahead.

Solay was over these men trying to get the best of her when she felt like didn’t deserve this. She was knocked off her path moving to Arizona but perhaps this was part of her healing. At least that’s one way she tried to look at it, putting boundaries up and vowing that she didn’t see being in a romantic relationship again with Angel Reyes. What she saw was: she needed to move on from all the hurt, find happiness behind the success and continue being a good mom to Xavier.

Solay was done with the drama.

“Soso, everything good?” Angel called from behind the door.

Solay had her eyes trained on Xavier, her hand resting on his coarse damp hair. She calls back out to Angel, “yup, all good. Hey, what do you think about taking the RV out for a ride a little later? Go sight seeing.”

“Fucken finally!” Angel cheered from behind the door while a small smile appeared on her lips, “I’m driving though.”

That’s right, Angel made the purchase of a RV for the hell of it last summer while Solay looked at it as a possible exit plan. Did Angel know that? No but she planned on telling him at some point. Did she need to jump ship just yet now that it’s been brought to her attention that cane was still keeping tabs on her? Maybe so but for now she just wanted to enjoy this holiday.

She’s on autopilot as she’s getting Xavier dressed into some lounge clothes that would be suitable for their outing later. After finishing twirling his coils, she sends him off to run to where Maverick and Angel are horsing around—easily joining in on their fun. Solay stands in the doorway, arms lightly folded as she watches them bond with each other, like a family should.

This time it felt like it was time to stop catering to everyone else’s needs always first yet that could be dangerous if you didn’t have balance but Solay was ready for something more. No one was going to get in the way of that, she vowed. She deserved to have genuine joy that didn’t end with her crying herself to sleep at night. That didn’t mean to find that in someone else because you’ll be dependent on that person always and that’s not something she wanted to do anymore, be dependent on anyone else for love, this she learned in therapy but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the company of a certain firefighter if she got out of her own way.

She should text Eddie back.

A lot can happen in two years and her attitude shifted being in the same space as Angel again. It wasn’t necessarily intentional in the beginning it’s just that it was always something with him. Now it didn’t feel like she was simply tolerating him anymore, no it wasn’t all sparkles and sunshine either in this present time but the bad moods stopped being constant. Solay’s mind was always on the move and being someplace else away from her main family, gave her the chance to really sit with her emotions and that brought up a lot some days.

She had to learn that her life wasn’t some play in a dream land or that she was out in the audience watching, like this was euphoria or anything along those lines.

This was actually her life and as she watched a tatted shirtless Angel settle into his newfound life with his boys, warm smiles and head thrown back while he silently laughed as he interacted with both boys in harmony, Solay let a smile of her own split onto her face.

It’s after 3PM when the family of four make their way out into the Arizonan heat that’s good at sending people to do a quick face plant. Solay’s checked the weather every hour before they deemed that now was a good time to go out, the temperature only went down four degrees which absolutely didn’t feel like much as she held Maverick’s little hand and Angel led the way while Xavier ran from his side and up ahead.

Forgetting something in the house, she tells Angel as he’s standing at the dining table inside the cool RV while the boys sit side by side.

“C’mon so!” Angel groaned, “We’re just going on a thirty minute drive and coming straight back, you tryin’ to take the whole house?”

Solay raises a finger in the air as she’s going down the steps, “better to be prepared than not to be if we get stranded.”

“Don’t put that kinda energy out there, cariño.”

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re starting to sound like your mother.”

“Run that by me again?”

“Nothing. Go head.” Angel fanned his ring covered hand at the arched brow Solay sent his way.

He then snickered down at the boys who watched their interaction as he spoke and signed, “Joking,” to Xavier and Maverick.

The heat blew across her skin as she peered down at her phone, house keys swinging on her finger until she stopped in her tracks, looking up and over at the two young figures standing before her.

“You must be Tariq and…”

“Oh, I’m Brayden!” The blond boy on his right beamed with a hand pressed to his chest in greeting, making the taller of the two cut his eyes at him.

Brayden shrugged innocently at the look Tariq sent him while Solay let out a sigh and placed her phone into the back pocket of her Jean skirt.

“You don’t seem surprised to see us.” Tariq noted while Solay held out her hands.

“Not really, when you get older it’s always something. So…what’s the plan here boys?” Solay moved her hand to press against her forehead, blocking out the scorching sunrays.

The two share a look with each other while Solay awaited for them to spit it out. They were here for a reason and Solay was open to hearing them out since they came all this way after all but it’s not like she wanted to be wrapped up in their bullshit either.

They just met and she really owed them nothing.

“Do you know a Don? Don Carter.” Tariq starts and he picks up on the expression on Solay’s face.

She doesn’t say anything but Tariq picked up the expression on her face much faster than Brayden could register it.

“He’s this detective who’s wife got killed years ago and he was never able to solve the case. We have proof that shows Cane pulled the trigger that killed her and we need your help to get him out the way or else our asses are done for.” Brayden added.

Solay answered, “Detective Don Carter is my cousin.”

“I knew it.” Tariq smiled as if this solved his problem, “if we hand him the truth and you lure Cane back here, we can either take him out or Don can do whatever he needs to: throw his ass in jail or take him out himself. Whoever gets to him first besides you.”

Brayden brushed off his shoulders before the teens gave each other dap, “Yeah, team work baby!”

Solay shushed them, making the smiles wipe right off their faces, “what makes you think I want to be involved with Cane again? I’ve moved on, whatever else he’s got going on doesn’t have a thing to do with me if you haven’t noticed.”

“That’s not true though,” Tariq frowned, “you know he’s obsessed with you more than he’s on my shit and that’s saying a lot. He’s gonna disrupt whatever you got going on until he wins.”

‘What exactly does he think he’s going to win?’ Solay thought to herself as she tilts her head to the side at the teen’s words, Tariq would know that side of Cane since that’s not the side she got to see but he did fool her before.

“So the plan is: you want me to trap him for your sake? Which again, doesn’t have anything to do with me.”

“Yours too. He did you dirty, right? Aren’t you sick of him because I sure am.” Brayden asks, making Solay cross her arms.

“That’s my cousin’s business not mine.” Solay almost sasses, “I’m on a clean slate this time, I’m just trying to be a mother and be a legal business owner, no more dealing with men that have bad shit attached to them. take that shit to Don and leave me out of it. I heard he moved out to New york.”

“Well…” Brayden sucks air between his teeth with a wince.

Tariq states, “we can’t go back to the city just yet.”

“Why not?”

“Cane’s stupid ass, the rest of the tejada’s, and Effie set me up that’s why!” Tariq was heated, rightfully so.

“I tried to take him out but I guess that wasn’t enough to be fatal,” Brayden is apologetic but Tariq just dips his head in thanks, a silent understanding passing between the two boys.

“Wait…you shot Cane? He just called—nope.” Solay begins walking by the boys, done with the conversation while shuffling her keys as she heads back to the house, kicking up dirt while she went.

The boys were pleading as they followed after the older woman but she was not trying to hear anymore.

“Hey!” Angel called out to the trio, making both Tariq and Brayden whip around to face the mustache wearing man who stood on the steps of the RV, shotgun aimed right in their direction.

“Shit, shit! Don’t shoot us man, we really come in peace!”

“Shut up, Brayden.”

“Angel,” Solay calls from the path of the doorway and gives him a shake of her head to tell him not to pull that trigger.

Solay takes her eyes off Angel and says to the boys, “wait here, preferably away from my ex-husband’s eyesight.”

“No problem! You got it!” Brayden disappears, hiding behind the southwest exterior while Tariq holds Angel’s stare who turns them into slits, “what’re you doing, riq? Didn’t you say he’s in a motorcycle club? those motherfuckers get rowdy.”

“Nah, he was. Then he disappeared. He might be our answer too.”

The door slams shut behind them, making the teens turn back to Solay who’s locking up the home while carrying what appears to be a trinket box. She meets their stare as she steps down onto the dirt and nods her head, “follow me.”

“Not if you’re gonna have that guy kill us!”

“Nobody’s dying,” Solay says over her shoulder as she leads the way back to Angel, “my kids are inside the RV.”

Brayden let’s out a whistle of relief as Solay steps up to Angel, reaching up to lower the gun down, her eyes saying something which gets him to put the safety on lock.

“This is Tariq and Brayden,” Solay let’s Angel know as they make their way into the RV, making the man let out a groan of annoyance.

“Our kids are here and it’s a holiday, why are you two pulling up now?”

Tariq presses his elbows into his knees after taking a seat on the couch parallel to where the two kids sit, “To get rid of your remaining problem: Cane Tejada.”

“Oh…the fucken bed bug.” Angel rubs at his face in irritation while Brayden snorts at the insult.

Solay cut her eyes at him, motioning to their kids, leaving the man to hold his hands up in surrender and then sticks his tongue out at Maverick who looks his way. Solay places the headphones onto the toddler’s ears and gently rubs Xavier’s shoulders, although he’s too involved in his tablet to care about the new guests.

Tariq and Brayden give the same rundown they just gave Solay and Angel listens carefully. He rubs at his face in thought over this, on one instance this could go in their favor but on the other hand it could also go very wrong. It became knowledge to Angel that Cane was still keeping tabs on them and that didn’t sit right with him. This means they never knew what he would do or when he would do it, he was always unpredictable like that and the last thing Angel wanted was Cane messing up what he and Solay came so far to have together.

This was the first time Angel got to really start over and he knew from the beginning that Cane was not the one for Solay. Standing here now just proves that.

“We know a guy that can probably help you guys more than we can,” Angel says after a moment, his eyes meeting Solay’s as she nods her head also thinking the same thing.

Solay doesn’t say more as Angel moves to the driver seat, leaving her to tap and motion for Xavier to slide over before she reaches over to hold Maverick in the safety of her arms.

Brayden’s more antsy than Tariq is, who seems to have this calm but cautious demeanor analyzing everything around them just in case they needed to flee from the RV. His guard was secretly up but he did his research, he found out what Cane’s plan was coming out to California but wouldn’t realize how this would backfire on him.

Tariq didn’t care to know the full details on Cane’s fraudulent relationship with the braided woman but he could see the appeal in Solay. With the way she moved on her own, with Angel and interacted with the kids, there was power in her soothing aura. Tariq could tell that she was over it though and that she’s also been through some shit but if she wanted to fully dead the situation, she would even if that meant she didn’t have to get her hands dirty herself.

The drive from the desert into the Mountain View and ramps was not what Tariq was really used to on a daily but the ride was long enough. Angel’s soon pulling up on the side of the road before shutting the engine off.

“We’re here,” Angel says through the rear view mirror before unbuckling his seatbelt.

Solay looks in his direction before turning to the two boys, “before you ask, there’s a pay phone up ahead and you’re going to take this number and let him know that Majesty and Sunny sent you.”

Tariq takes the slip of paper from Solay who rocks Maverick on her lap, “How do we know you’re not setting us up?”

“You don’t.” Angel calls out while Solay blinks.

She shrugs, “that’s not the life we live anymore but if it’s to get the bad off our backs…hopefully this will be worth it.”

“Are you sure this guy will help us?”

“His ass is always into something despite the fact that he should be dead with the rest but I know he’s been itching to get into it. To get his hands on something again…he’s a dumbass just like you two.” Angel fills the two in while they share a look, unsure but knew they didn’t have much else to lose.

They didn’t have many on their side right now.

Solay chipped in as she rests her chin on top of Mavy’s dark hair, “And just like you used to be.”

“That’s before I became a dad.”

Solay hummed in disbelief.

“Alright before i became a better one!”

Tariq got to his feet now while the pair smiled at each other from across the vehicle, “aight thanks for looking out.”

“Sure…but promise me this will be the last time we see you.”

Brayden glanced at Tariq who stood by the stairs, “as long as this guy comes through.”

Solay tunes that response out.

“Uh wait, how do we know it’s him?” Brayden asks as Tariq heads towards the door but also pauses on the last step.

“…he goes by Guero.” Angel says as Tariq repeats the name with a nod of his head before pushing the door open.

Once both boys are off the RV and shut the door closed, Angel starts the engine again and pulls off leaving the boys behind to their own disarray.

Solay turns with one arm to pull Xavier to rest against her chest, her attention turning to the blur of trees lingering in the now partly cloudy sky, lost in the silence that she welcomes again while Angel briefly glances at the sight of her in the rear view, just wondering what’s going on inside of that head of her’s.

He hoped it was tranquility just like he was searching for within himself.

ੈ ╭──╯ . . . *ੈ ╭──╯ . . . *ੈ ╭──╯ . . . *

Continue along with my September anthology prompts here.

#queued #september #September prompts #Mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc x reader #Angel Reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #angel reyes x reader #Angel Reyes x oc #clayton cardenas #cane tejada #cane tejada x reader #woody mcclain #power ghost #power book ii: ghost #tariq st. patrick #brayden weston #eddie diaz #coco cruz #ezekiel reyes #Felipe Reyes #guero mayans mc

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The Narrow Road Between Desires VS The Lightning Tree

I reread both simultaneously to be able to have a more objective opinion on them.

TL;DR the new version of the story adds, on top of the illustrations, several additional scenes and some very welcome revisions. It is a kinder, queerer, and more magical version of the same story. For me it is definitely worth the read!

Spoilers below:

First let's crunch the raw numbers. Based on the audiobook version TLT has an estimated 27,807 words and TNRBD is at 71,760 words, so almost three times at long. The sections in TLT are arranged a bit differently than in TNRBD but I will use them to do a more detailed breakdown below:

TLT:

Morning: The Narrow Road (29p)

TNRBD:

Dawn: Artistry (6p) Morning: Embril (18p) Mid morning: The Narrow Road (40p) Mid-day: Birds (8p)

Total: 72 pages

The same events are covered, but TNRBD expends on Bast and Kote's characterization. I think the story takes place before NOTW btw, because Bast looks intrigued when Kostrel jokingly tells him to write a book if he knows so much. I think that was was made Bast try to have Kote write his memoirs himself, a while before Chronicler ever sets foot in the Waystone Inn.

The order in which Bast does his turns around the tree changes, the breaking way first, then the making way. I'm not sure yet how I interpret that lol.

One of the boys is changed to a girl, and the first secret she gives about a man sleeping with someone who is not his wife implies that it might be an open relationship in this version (everyone knows, including the wife).

A girl named Gretta in TLT is now Grett, and explicitly referred to using they/them.

New divination system introduced, with things called Embrils that Bast uses kinda like runes, to do tosses

Instead of a shepherdess, Bast charms a shepherd (Bi!Bast for the win) who very cutely embroiders stuff on Bast's pants while mending them

The bargain with Kostrel is more complex, touches on Fae magic and debts, and Bast gets tricked into accepting the gift of a penance coin...

When Kostrel asks Bast to describe Emberlee's breast to him, Bast says he will only do it if she gives her permission

When Bast takes his bath, both men and women are watching (in both versions, he very well knows they are there)

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TLT:

Afternoon: Birds and Bees (32p)

TNRBD:

Mid-day: Birds (continued, 16p) Noon: Obligation (17p) Afternoon: Still (33p) Moonrise: Sweetness (11p) Evening: riddles (7p)

Total: 84 pages

I had forgotten, but TLT already had bits of queerness, namely the little girl who saw "mama kiss the maid", and when Bast goes watch Emberlee bathe, it is strongly implied she was among the women watching him earlier. In TNRBD, that is expended upon.

When the little girl wants to know if her kitten is a boy or a girl, there's this quote that I really liked: Bast would rather tell the bigger truth than the smaller one anyway. "Bows and dresses don't matter much," he said. "She decided she's a girl, so she's a girl."

The girl is also smarter in this version

Rike has a hold on Bast because of the penance coin, so there's a bit of additional plot around that

Rike's sister is named earlier instead of being an afterthought

Bast does some magic on Rike to get rid of his obligation

The description of the still is longer, and the alcohol has a different flavor (no opinion on that but some people might theorize about it lol)

There's a second Embril throw, and Kostrel admits Emberlee told him where she bathed expressly so Bast could find her

Bast, Emberlee, Kholi and Dax (the shepherd) seem to be a polycule and everyone knows haha

Grett is mentioned again, along with "harthan tea" which I assume is fantasy HRT xD

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TLT:

Evening: Lessons (17p)

TNRBD:

Sunset: lies (17p) Twilight: carrots (1p) Night: demons (15p) Midnight: lessons (11p)

Total: 44 pages

The conclusion to the story has a long additional scene and a few more changes

Instead of Martin punching a tinker because he was assaulting a young girl, he punches the tinker because he had pushed down Old Cob

A scene where Rike washes his face and Bast notices the bruises he has from his father beating him have been moved later in TNRBD

There's a prediction from the Embrils that gets realized here, and the way the narration speaks of Bast and his desires impacting the world feel very reminiscent of TSROST, I wonder if Auri is using Grammarie? Is it just another name for Shaping?

Longer description that empathizes that Bast beat the shit out of Rike's father

There's an entirely new scene of Bast talking to Rike and helping him heal from his terror of becoming an abuser like his dad

I particularly liked that last bit, the story was always a commentary on the cycle of abuse, but this version makes it clear it can be broken. Overall, as I said in the intro, TNRBD is a lot kinder as a story. And meaner towards abusive fathers which is always a plus for me lmao. Bast is made very explicitly queer, as are some of the side characters, and the women are better treated as a whole, with more emphasis on consent. I have to say, in both versions Bast offers to take Kote to where Emberlee bathes, and there's no mention of her agreeing to that, so eh.

But I really appreciate the changes that have been made, and the extra magic. Plus the illustrations are lovely as the moon. I'm even more excited about Doors of Stone now (who knew it was possible lol) because I feel like Pat has grown a lot as a writer since WMF :D

#the narrow road between desires #the kingkiller chronicle #reblog later #my meta #the lightning tree

[worldswithoutendings]

Eye for an eye [Michael Langdon] pt. 3

here i go, here i go, here i go again. what i my weakness? michael fucking langdon.

part 3! I've never published a series before so I am lowkey, highkey really nervous to continue this series. so I hope you all enjoy this part <3!

pairing: Michael Langdon x female!reader

warning: abuse (for a little bit, Michael doesn't hurt you btw)

summary: just, Michael being nice for a chapter I guess? but also sassy

AN: p/n means pseudonym, you're drunk alter ego.

Julie left at midnight, even though you begged her to stay at least 4 times. You really didn’t want to sleep alone tonight, the whole day felt like a haze. Up until Julie showed that Michael's number was out of order. After you brushed your teeth you watched how your new phone shined under the LED light in your bathroom no I should just text him, maybe it was a wrong digit she used?

Hey, are you up?

Maybe he’s asleep, who knows. Why were you feeling this way? Your breathing also becomes quicker as your heart starts to beat faster with fear. Buzz buzz

Now I am. Yes.

“oh thank god” you gasped out, cradling your phone like a newborn.

Shouldn’t you be sleeping? It’s 3 in the morning y/n.

I can’t fall asleep, sorry. I have this weird feeling in my body

well, you can’t die now. I haven’t given you the link to my perfume yet.

you change into your pajamas and lay down in your bed as you look at the conversation you're having with Michael. Weirdly starting to feel attached already to this man but you sigh deeply “No, no, y/n. what if he is exactly like all the others? Just needing me for the apocalypse and then leaving me to die” you mumble towards yourself “damn why are you always so insecure” the laugh you let out echoes through your bedroom. Strangely falling asleep with your phone in your hand.

Waking up to the faint alarm of your phone you groan loudly. As you unlock your phone you see you have 3 unread messages from Michael

I hope you’re asleep and not dead

Oh, you’re asleep that’s good! Hope you have a nice sleep

Why don’t we go on a date today?

“such a weird dude” you sigh as you get out of bed to go downstairs and make breakfast

Can we meet up tonight? I have to work till 5.

You don’t have to work.

Yes, I do?

You double-check your agenda and it is indeed Monday and you still have an hour to make it to the office.

Take the day off, one day won’t hurt, right?

As much as I would love that, I have to take care of some documents today so I really can’t meet up till 5. Mr. Langdon

You really can’t skip today, you have to admit your final documents of research you’ve been doing for work and the documents are important to Mr. Robinson. He has been bickering about it, especially last week. After you get ready you walk to the car, only to see Michael waiting there “Good morning y/n” Michael smiles and you sigh “Mr. Langdon I really can’t meet with you right no-“ “-show me where you work” he says as he fidgets with the door handle “you really want that?” you snicker and he nods.

Walking into your office together with Michael felt both weird and empowering. You thought that it would be hard to get him into the office but a few glares from the spawn of Satan himself and he got in without a problem. He followed you like a shadow for the entire day “y/n? Do you have the documents for Mr. Robinson?” mr. Robinson's assistant May said when she arrived at your booth and you nodded “Yes, I will bring it to him immediately” you say as you stand up. May looks at Michael like a fresh piece of meat “Shoot it may” you glare and she immediately walks away with a huff. You crawl over Michaels's long legs that take up your entire booth and he smirks “Do I need to walk with you?” he asks and you gulp “Mr. Robinson can sometimes be an ass so n-“ Michael stands up immediately as he hears the word ass “let’s meet this Robinson figure” he says  

The walk to Mr. Robinsons' office felt extra long today, making your hands more clammy and your throat drier “damn this must be some figure” Michael says as he puts his hands on both sides of your arms and you nod “I hate him” you mutter under your breath when you stand in front of his door to knock “you’re late y/n” His screeching voice makes you bite your lip. You hear Michael sigh softly as he opens the door “Oh you took an intern with you as backup, how cute” “this is not backup sir, and here are your documents” You drop the documents on his desk and Mr. Robinsons grabs your wrist “smiling could get you a long way. y/n” Mr Robinson says as Michael takes a step forward. Flaring your nostrils as you try to get out of his grip “I would let her go immediately if I were you” Michaels's voice sounded strong through the office “Oh what are you? Her little tiny boyfriend. Cute” Mr. Robinson says as he only tightens it, hurting your skin and you gasp as you try to pry his fingers open “Mr. Robinson you’re hurting me!” panic courses through your body until Mr. Robinsons starts to gasp for air, loosening his grip on your wrist and Michael pushes you back towards his chest “she quits” Michael says to Mr. Robinson who just nods as his airway is still close to cut off.

Shakingly you walk back to your booth with Michael behind you as he holds your wrist. You put your stuff in a box and May comes running to you “Did you fail?” she smiles “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. May” you sneer at her, making her actually scared “You can get my booth, whatever. I won’t come back” Michael grabs the box when it’s full and you walk with him out of the office. Only then realize what happened in the office “How the fuck will I get a job now?!” you gasp as tears start to flood your eyes. Michael puts the box in your car and turns towards you as you sit down on the curb “I need to pay rent, I need to get myself food. I-“ Michael shushes you as he holds you close and you start to cry.

Thankfully he holds you till you’re crying out and says nothing, it’s just you, him, and your ocean of tears “Sorry” you mumble as you wipe your tears away with your sleeve and Michael shakes his head “you’ll be fine, I can get you a job at Kineros. No more documenting, it’s an artificial intelligence cooperation run by me. You’ll be fine y/n” he puts his hand on your warm, reddened cheek as you sniff “now, let’s go home and get you some food okay? Take a nice walk or something” Michael helps you stand up and you furrow your brows why is he so nice to me all of a sudden “Hey, you’re going to be my future wife probably. I need to be nice to you” he winks making you laugh “yeah, you wish” this time, Michael brings you home in your car. First, you were very sceptic of him driving but he is actually pretty good “Wait, if you are not a, like you stated ´tech guy” why do you own an artificial intelligence corporation?” “I’m just the owner, the rest is run by Mutt and Jeff. That’s it” You nod once as you see your house in the distance and you sigh happily, happy to be home after all this mess.

Michael made you throw out all of the clothing you had just for your office job “You don’t need to wear those ugly grey pencil skirts anymore, they also don’t flatter you” Michael says as he throws them all in a bag so you can donate them “jeez, thanks for the compliment mr. antichrist” you blow and Michael takes one look at you as your standing in jeans and an oversized sweater “you wear this daily?” “If it’s cold, like today. Then yes” “I need to give you a whole new wardrobe” he sighs and you frown “A Versace, Dior, prada-filled wardrobe?” you laugh and he nods immediately “Yes! Exactly! Like what you wore to the cooperative meeting” Michael roams through your closet to find the black dress you wore that night. he holds it out and looks at it to also immediately get your size in his head.

An unknown ringtone filled your bedroom as you checked your phone, but it wasn’t yours. It was Michael, he hung the dress back into your closet as he picked it up “Michael, Rosalie.. yes.. no.. no I can’t meet you for dinner tonight I have plans… no…..okay…sure” he hung up and you can’t help but feel jealous, you almost totally forgot about Rosalie’s existence till the phone call “hey, you can meet up with her if you want to I mean.. you’re in a relationship with her” your voice gets a bit croaky at the end but Michael shakes his head “she’s not my priority now” he puts his phone back in his blazer as you play with your sleeves “here, wear this tonight. It looks pretty” he puts a red glittery dress in your bed making you giggle as you get filled with memories “what’s so funny?” “Nothing, this is actually my going out dress, so this is drunk y/n,” you say as you put the dress in front of you “Well more like p/n, she comes out when I’m drunk” you mumble oh stop acting like a fucking idiot in front of him please.

#michael langdon scenario #american horror story #american horror story: apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader

[vernblr]

Do Not Disturb

Summary: You've had a long week, and hanging out with Vernon was just the thing you needed to relax. What you didn't expect was to fall asleep in his company, or what he would do in response to it.

WC: 1.2k

Ambiguous relationship (can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic), fluff

A/N: Thank you to @twogyuu for both reading the draft I sent her at midnight (my time) in the most unhinged manner possible and for tagging me in the prompt that started this. I'm still sobbing btw. This is on you. This is based off this imagine from @imagine-svt (sorry for the tag)!

Maybe coming to the dorms to visit Vernon was a bad idea. Today was just another day in a string of restless nights and tired days that continued to plague you as you fretted over your work. But then again, that’s exactly the reason why you’re here. Being around Vernon was such a soothing experience, his calm and level-headed personality seemed to rub off on you whenever he was around. Everyone else had gone out for the day, doing either some kind of schedule or just to go out and about. You didn’t mind, spending a quiet day inside was just the thing you needed. You leaned your head on Vernon’s shoulder, half reading the pages of his book with him as he leaned his head against yours.

“Do you want to read it with me?” He asked quietly, shifting the book towards you so you could read it better if you wanted to.

“Mm, no, not really. Do you mind reading it to me instead?” You murmured, exhaustion clear in your voice. 

“Okay then, let me know if you want me to stop.”

To be honest, you weren’t really paying attention to what he was reading anyways, the words melting together and the meanings just as indecipherable. So you didn’t pay attention to what he was saying either, focusing on his voice and how warm he was underneath you. Everything was just so comfortable and warm, and his voice slowly yet surely faded away…

It was much darker when you woke up, the sun long gone now as you regained your bearings. You noticed that the sun wasn’t the only thing that was gone when you found a pillow underneath your head instead of Vernon’s shoulder. You wonder why the dorms were so quiet, everyone who had left during the day should’ve been back by now. Something crinkles in your hand as you sit up, drawing your attention to a piece of paper that you didn’t notice before. “Do Not Disturb” was written in Vernon’s handwriting in black ink, and as you flip it over to reveal a blank side you realize that that’s all it says. You huff out a little laugh at it; it’s such a simple but thoughtful gesture of his to do, but one so in character of him that you would’ve recognized it as something he did even if you didn’t know his handwriting. That did explain why no one was bothering you though, they must’ve seen both you sleeping and the little sign in your hand and left you in peace. You were kind of impressed with it, they were always very chaotic and high-energy whenever you saw them, but they were normal people too and it made sense when you thought about it for a bit. 

But your endearment for him really reached a peak when you got up, only for a jacket to fall off your shoulders. Vernon’s jacket, the maroon leatherman one he was wearing when you were sitting together. Your heart melts at the sheer number of things he did to make sure you were comfortable, and you were going to make it a point to pay him back for it later. 

Slipping your arms in the sleeves and placing the paper in the pocket, you relish in the way it smells like him as you endeavor to return it to its owner. You weren’t exactly the most familiar with the layout of the building, but a quick time check from your phone gave you hope that you would find at least someone around to help you in case you got lost. 

You didn’t have to search for very long when you heard Vernon’s voice call out to you from behind you, prompting you to turn around. You smiled at him as he approached you, giving him a tight hug when he came close enough.

“How did you sleep?” He smiled, adjusting the collar of your- his jacket. 

“Better than I have this entire week.” You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder again. “But thank you for doing all this for me when I fell asleep, including the cute little sign you made for me.” 

He rubs the back of his neck shyly, looking away from you. “You think it’s cute?”

“Oh, absolutely adorable. And it works too, since I haven’t had a problem with any noise at all. Still haven’t either, are you sure this isn’t some kind of charm?” 

As if on cue, a loud scream tore through the silence, one that sounded very distinctly like Dokyeom’s, before a round of voices began to shush him.

Vernon snorted. “Well, that was fast. I went to check up on you in case you were awake, good thing you were because I think that would have woken you up if you weren’t.” 

“Regardless of how I would’ve woken up, I’m sorry we didn’t get to hang out like I wanted to. I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, I really must’ve been more tired than I thought.” 

“It’s okay, I had a feeling that you could use a nice break. We can always do something together another day, I’m just glad you’re feeling better now.” 

You shake your head. “You’re really too nice to me, I swear. Hey, do you want your jacket back by any chance? I was going to give it back anyways, but the thought left my mind until now.” 

You pull off the jacket to offer it to him, trying to ignore the chill that hits you the moment that you do. Vernon raises his eyebrow at it, before shaking his head. “I can tell that you’re cold, and it’s pretty cold out now since the sun set. Just hold onto it for now, you can return it to me later.”

Your grip on it falters slightly, a slight frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve done plenty for me already, I wouldn’t want to make you do anything else for me.”

“You haven’t ‘made’ me do anything, I do these things because I want to and I care about you. It’ll be fine if you take it home, I promise, I have other jackets I can wear in the meantime.”

You let out a small sigh, but concede as you pull the jacket back on. “Thank you, really. For everything you do. I just want you to know that.” 

Vernon gets a soft look in his eyes, smiling fondly. “It’s no problem at all, I’d do it again for you if the chance came up again. Say, do you want to continue the book I was reading to you?” He joked.

You laughed loudly at that, trying to stifle it in the sleeve of your jacket. “Sure, let’s hope I actually remember what happens this time. You might have to tell me a little bit of what was happening before, I don’t think I caught anything I was reading with you.” 

You sat down with him again, looking through the book he was holding as you leaned your head on his shoulder. It was a moment just like this that started everything that happened today, and you smiled fondly at the thought of it. You lean further into Vernon as he reads to you, hoping that you wouldn’t fall asleep again. You wouldn’t mind if you did anyway, and you knew Vernon wouldn’t either. 

#svthub #seventeen #seventeen imagines #vernon #vernon imagines #sorry for doing dk slightly dirty for this especially after the last thing i wrote

[cherriluvv]

Midnight call. || SatoSugu angst

a/n: Some satosugu angst with a tinge of smut. I will never recover from these 2 I swear.

it's from Suguru's pov btw

It all happened so quickly. It started with a call, I never changed my number, after all these years. Through the phone was the voice I was all too familiar with.

“Suguru.” Was all the man said on the other line, and I knew what was next. The next moments were a blur, quickly gathering clothes and leaving my home. My daughters understood that I had something important to do, they were about to sleep anyway.

I knew he needed me, as when I arrived at his home, he dragged me inside, and to his bedroom in an instant. “Satoru.”

It was just like older days, but had a sense of sadness to it. Longing. This wasn’t frequent that the, Satoru Gojo, would call me, but it wasn’t the first time. Satoru never took separation well, though, neither did I.

It’s moments like these where all the pain, the heart-ache from being separated, took over our minds. And each time, I remember what I have to do, why he called me.

Desperate, prolonged touches were shared, and clothing was shed.

Satoru always liked being the center of attention, always having me do a lot of the work, he's so spoiled. 

He knew I loved it though, taking care of him, easing the sting from all those years ago. I try, really, as it still hurts me as well.

Each kiss relieving the itch. Each mark festered in its wake. The moment was surreal.

I always loved how Satoru gets in these moments as well, so whiny and deprived, and yet he still claims he isn’t still spoiled to this day.

It always ended quickly, too quickly. Even if we both wished it could go on forever, we are still aware of the fact we aren’t supposed to be together.

I put the clothes I arrived in back on, walking out to the porch of Satoru’s bedroom, lighting a cigarette.

“Those will be the death of you, someday.” Satoru always told me that. I knew I should quit. The smoke filled my lungs so pleasantly, though.

I finished the cigarette, putting it out and leaving the bud on the ground.

Satoru pulled me back into bed, even if we both knew I needed to go. But for a moment, everything else faded away.

Just me, and Satoru.

Together.

He was always one too quickly to fall asleep, though this time, he needed it. I knew he was restless, even after all this time being apart, I could just see it on his face. Eye bags pulling those beautiful blue eyes.

When he fell asleep, that was my que to leave. Kissing his forehead as I go to leave, I turn to look at him one more time. “I’m sorry.”

When I arrived home, the girls were sleeping, the house quiet. My heart ached in sorrow, but, it was for the best.

Right?

#satosugu #SOBBING. #THESE 2 GAYS I SWEAR. #satosugu smut #satosugu angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #suguru geto #kms.

[pettydollie]

Hey there!! If your requests for the bakugo prompt list, would you do number 7 where singer!reader and bakugo write/produce Peppers by Lana Del Rey?

YES. OF COURSE <33 my usual reader is a lil different in this oneshot btw :) tw: smoking(?)

your boyfriend smoked a blunt across a leather couch in the recording studio. "i think it's sounds great, babe." he complimented, blowing out smoke smoothly. you were sitting next to him, writing down lyrics in your phone. your head perked up at the sound of his voice. "yeah? i think i wanna go a higher octave, though."

he shook his head. "nah, leave it. sounds good. maybe switch 'wine' to the second part." he leaned over, holding the blunt away from you while reading over the lyrics you two wrote together.

you nodded, erasing to what used to say "baby, i'll bring the wine if you bring the coffee" to "baby, i'll bring the coffee if you bring the wine". it sounds cleaner, you realized after singing the revised version.

"i normally bring the wine anyhow." he chuckled, manspreading back against the sofa. you quietly giggled and stood up. "let's record it?"

katsuki stood up with you, nodding before putting the smoke out. you stepped into the recording booth and put your headphones on as he sat down in front of the pc.

you recorded the intro/chorus 'hands on your knees, im angelina jolie' and took off your headphones. "was it good?" you called out, brushing some hair off your face. he grinned. "t'was great sweetie. g'ahead and do the first verse now." you nodded and threw on the headphones as the music resumed.

'me and my boyfriend listen to the chili peppers, we write hit songs without trying like all the time, all the time. i take off all my clothes dance naked for the neighbors, i'm like "fuck it, gonna give a show" i open up the blinds'

katsuki whistled when you were finished. "love it."

you guys got through pre-chorus and chorus before taking a short break. you and him laid back down on the couch, your legs spread on his.

then after a few minutes, you went back to sing verse 2 'i sit upskirt, dont have much to lose, i got a truck, i take it for a midnight, a midnight drive, yeah. my boyfriend tested positive for COVID, it dont matter, we've been kissing so whatever he has, i have, i cant cry'

you step out once your finished, lightly chuckling at the remembrance of your boyfriend getting the virus for a week. he got up and tickled your waist before planting a kiss on your lips covered in lipstick.

#bye this was so short #i had a tiny idea but nothing came after #oh well #katsuki bakugou #y/n #reader #fem reader #mha #mha x reader #bakugo #katsuki x you #drabble #tw: smoking #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

[cleoselene]

watching the Eras Tour (Taylor's Version) with Mom

my mom absolutely loves the Eras Tour (Taylor's Version) but she cannot stop saying how much she hates Taylor's bangs lol

she's like "this girl is so pretty but I cannot get over those bangs!! I can barely see her eyes!"

it's the most mom-coded complaint rofl

Mom's favorite song is "Anti-Hero" but she has never been able to understand the lyrics to Taylor songs because Taylor's voice is too high in pitch for Mom's 74-year-old hearing, but watching the concert on D+ with the captions on has been very illuminating for her haha. She's like, "I don't know if I understand it now" after seeing the lyrics to "Anti-Hero" rofl. Lyrically she was most impressed by ATW10, hahaha, she was like "WHOA" at a few different points at the siq burns Taylor delivers on Jake G. She was familiar with a surprising number of songs but really only the more recent parts of the discography ("You Belong With Me" and "Love Story" were the exceptions, she'd heard those). Btw, when it comes to "Love Story": she was DELIGHTED by those lyrics too. My parents were big time Romeo & Juliet stans in the late '60s because of the Zefirelli adaptation (she was horrified when I informed her of the recent lawsuits and how those kids were underaged and nude - she said she didn't even remember the nudity, honestly, which goes to show how unnecessary it was). My parents were so into that adaptation that they almost named my brother "Montague Tybalt" until my grandmother vetoed it hard. But she was delighted at Taylor rewriting R + J to be happy.

She was not at all familiar with Speak Now or anything from Midnights besides Anti-Hero. She was pretty 50/50 on folkmore familiarity (she LOVED "marjorie" as I predicted she would) . She knew all of 1989 and reputation. She didn't know much of Red but she LOVED the songs from it, lol. She was coming off a bad breakup in 2012 and I think Red would have resonated hard with her. She was DELIGHTED by WANEGBT lol.

Anyway Mom loved it because it had subtitles. She's still a P!nk fan first and foremost, followed by Dua Lipa, but especially now that Republicans are targeting Taylor, shes getting on board with Taylor, but she really wants Taylor to do something about her bangs

#taylor swift

[humanransome-note]

Unfortunately, my father is still alive after a workplace incident left two men dead.

I know this because after not contacting me since Boxing Day, he suddenly texted me claiming I left a large wad of cash at his home that he “suddenly found”.

I doubt this is what happened for multiple reasons, including but not limited to, I haven’t been to his house since sophomore year of high school, and I would’ve never left that much cash at his place, as I never wanted to be there so I would’ve never left a reason to go back. The name on the envelope is also spelled wrong, a common thing with that name, but considering he didn’t get my birthday right for 18 years, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know how to spell it either, even if it is also his sister’s name. (The sister he resents for having gone to medical school and becoming a doctor, he feels that her success impeded his own and he was denied his full potential. Not the sister he berated after the funeral of the closest person she may ever have to a son.)

After claiming I wasn’t home and telling him to just put the envelope in the mailbox if he was already heading this way. He texted me this:

“Family ask about you did not want to say you don’t communicate with us and I am tired of trying to make you look all good so I will just give them your number you are no longer a child and will be 24 this year I am confident you can speak to them for yourself because they did you no wrong “

I never asked that he try and “make me look good” in regards to his half of the family, that’s something he did of his own volition and likely benefit. (when he probably started doing it I was still a minor and he couldn’t tell his mother he hadn’t seen me in months because she’d likely tear him a new one.)

At least two people I know for certain are in contact with his mother have my phone number. If she asked, one might give it without protest, the other might try to at least get in touch with me first. And if his mother had it, they’d all have it. Also, I have had the same phone number for almost 10 years, and the last time it changed I sent a mass text to every number I had saved. If they want to talk, they have my number, it is not my job to drag everyone together no matter how much he intended for that to be the case.

As an adult I can chose to speak to them, and frankly, I’d likely chose not to. But they haven’t even tried contacting me, so I haven’t even been in the position to make that decision.

“They did you no wrong…” me and several therapists would have to disagree with that.

They were a massive motivator for my insecurities regarding my body, I would starve myself whenever I traveled with them because it was less stressful than being nagged about my food choices. They regularly and openly spoke about me like I was an investment, that they were waiting out my “ugly duckling” years and one day I’d metamorphosize into some sort of femme fatale.

Since I could toddle they’d talk about my hypothetical future love life, and when I’d mention not being interested in the idea of settling down and having kids, they’d start reminding me I was the end of this branch of the family tree, they thought of me like a fucking failing brood mare.

Btw, that sister he resents? She had unresolved grief from several miscarriages, and while I feel sorry for her in the abstract sense, the fact is when she found out I existed, she started projecting the sort of child she wanted onto me, and was obviously disappointed when I would visit and shatter those ideas she had of what a good daughter should be.

I’m also confidant that my father likely gloated about the fact that he had a child (that he didn’t even really want) and she couldn’t have one she was desperate for, considering his behavior after the funeral, I would not be surprised.

And he didn’t even come around, I checked the mailbox at midnight and no suspiciously convenient envelope.

Piece of shit bastard

#wurds #bastard sperm donor