#AND THE GAME THAT GAVE ME MY STUPID ASS HUSBAND!!!!!!
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raptureshots · 3 months ago
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HOLYSHIT ITS BIOSHOCK DAY!!!!!!! 17 YEARS OF BIOSHOCKING BABY!!!!!!!!
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Based off Butcher Vanity which is a very good song that YOU!!!! should listen to
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f10werfae · 2 years ago
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How would lumberjack Henry handle someone making fun of his x shy wife stutter ? Would he go feral on someone ?? 
Lumberjack!Henry gets protective over shy!short!wife’s adorable stutter
A/n: a fun drabble for you all :)
Disclaimer: 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist
“Go on sugar babe, have a go” Henry coaxed Y/n forward at the bar, knowing how hard she found it to order for herself, his hands softly groping her ass as he watched her lovingly, “E-excuse me, c-can I have a l-lemonade please” She said softly, watching Patricia scowl on the other side of the bar, a sly smirk coming onto her face. “Well done baby bun, s’proud of ya” Henry whispered directly into her ear, kissing her neck wetly, visible enough that even Patricia’s eyes had widened at their public display of affection; Y/n giggling and nuzzling herself further into her built husband’s chest.
“Fuckin’ hell girl, can’t you speak properly? Sound like you’re still 5 years old with that stupid stutter of yours. What d-did ya want a-again, a l-lemonade?” Patricia chuckled mimicking poor little Y/n’s stutter, seeing the younger shorter woman’s face fall, her glossy lips falling into a pout, noticing how her hands started to fiddle with each other out of anxiety. Patricia simply scoffed turning around, starting to prepare Y/n’s lemonade. “S-she was mean��� Y/n whispered into Henry’s neck, whimpering against his chest, his heart cracking open at the sight of his sweet little wife so upset.
“Uh- Patricia, turn around” Henry gruffed rubbing his hand up and down his wife’s back, Y/n’s head was now turned away into his neck, her whole body engulfed and hugged by his huge arms. Yet Patricia could see that she was busy kissing and sucking on Henry’s neck as if it was a pacifier, one of Henry’s hands unashamedly still fondling shy, sweet Y/n’s behind through her dark blue dress. “Yes Henry darlin’?” She said through gritted teeth, her eyes trying to ignore the couple basically petting each other right in her bar, even though it was a busy Saturday night and they weren’t the worst couple there. Jealousy wasn’t even enough to describe how Patricia felt.
“The fuck did you say about my wife? Did you jus’ say her stutter was stupid? N’ that she sounds 5? Or was that my ears playin’ games with me” Henry smiled sickly, tilting his head slightly, his hand reaching up to knock onto the wooden bar roughly, the loud thuds out of nowhere now shocking Patricia a bit. “Uhm well, I jus’ think she’s a cute lil’ thing, ahaha, didn’t mean no harm” Patricia said nervously, clearly backpedaling her earlier insults and stabs at the upset woman.
“Thought so, cause I swear if I hear you say some dumb shit like that again, ya know what i’m capable of don’t ya? Wouldn’t wanna have somethin’ bad happen to ya or your family” Henry growled leaning forward, his hands both covering Y/n’s ears, who was now just looking up at her older husband, dazed by how handsome he looked that night. He wore a white vest, along with some baggy jeans and the belt she had bought him for his birthday; claiming it was his favourite gift of all time n’ he’s worn it near every day since.
Patricia stood shocked just looking at Henry’s threat, in all the years yeah she had heard stories, but she just thought he was a hot piece of meat who was lonely. “Now baby bun, why don’t ya repeat your order, don’t think they heard ya right” Henry’s smile turned soft as he uncovered his baby’s ears, softly hugging around her shoulders as he turned her to face Patricia. “Uh yes What c-can I get for you” Patricia said shaking herself out of her state of shock, forcing a smile.
Y/n on the other hand beamed at the woman, almost as if she forgot what had happened earlier, “Uh a l-lemonade p-please” Y/n replied feeling more confident, Henry had always told her how much he loved her stutter, it always just gave him more opportunities to listen to her talk; honestly he found it adorable how she sometimes struggled to get through a sentence to a point where she’d get annoyed at herself and have to ask him for help. “Don’t worry baby, know your brain gets foggy s’times” He would say to comfort her, his thumb raking her cheek softly to try and calm her frustrations.
Her stutters during sex? Now that was something else, how she would beg and beg, and the fact that she was getting fucked, made her stutters all the more obvious and often. Most of the time her words were incoherent and didn’t make sense, inaudible hot sounds were heard instead, letting Henry know just how dumb fucked she was. His baby bun.
“H-here you go” Patricia said sliding over the cold glass, watching Henry pick his wife out a pink straw, bending and putting it in for her; even lifting her glass while she sipped. His wife was spoiled rotten, he’d do anything for her and that was clear. “Thank you Patricia, it’s s’good” Y/n smiled almost innocently, although Patricia couldn’t help but imagine the depraved thing going on behind the closed doors of their secluded cabin home.
“Oh and Patricia, lose the stupid fuckin’ stutter, doesn’t work with you” Henry snarked throwing down a dollar bill, chuckling as he brought his wife to sit on his lap, her manicured hands holding onto her glass of lemonade as she just looked at her husband dreamily. If anyone looked close enough they could see that his hands were already up her damn skirt, and if anyone had asked, Henry would have bluntly said that he was feeling up his wife’s sweet pussy, knowing that no one would question it further.
“I-I love y-you” Y/n said all giggly, leaning her head onto her husband’s shoulder, her lips quick to press glossy kisses all over his face and neck, “I love you too sweet pea, love you n’ your stutter s’damn much” He growled nipping her bottom lip between his teeth, making sure Patricia was watching before he kissed his wife’s mouth deeply, her tongue falling out of her lips; allowing him to suck on it lewdly. Y/n was used to this, she knew Henry would never go too far in public, but just enough to keep them both satisfied.
“That is good lemonade baby, what’dya say?” Henry grinned,
“Thank you so much!” Y/n smiled looking towards Patricia, her saliva covered chin causing the older woman to blush and turn to another customer, she had never seen such a dirty play of attraction right in front of her face.
“Did I d-do somethin?” Y/n frowned watching Patricia walk to the other side of the bar, “Nothin’ for you to worry bout bun, finish that damn lemonade n’ let’s go home”
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holybibly · 9 months ago
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Okay but like, to be between Yunho and Mingi 🥵😭😫 like they're both such bigger than me and I wanna be between them and just be their cure lil doll
Okay, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head, so I'm being a bit rude today.
I was thinking about how you came to be the new beautiful trophy wife of Mingi and Yunho's father. After they got divorced, they both stayed with their mother and became, let's say, very bad. They embodied the whole "stay away from him, honey, he's a problem" look with tattoos, piercings, cigarettes, and leather jackets. And their mother would send them off to their father to be re-educated.
Of course, it was useless, considering they didn't give a damn about all the moral lessons and rules, they were more interested in getting fucked or smoking a joint. The one thing they had absolutely no expectation of was you, their new "mommy.".
You were pretty, juicy, and looked like an amazing fuck doll, with soft round hips, thick ass and plump tits. Oh yes, and you were literally tiny.
If it wasn't for their father, they would have fucked you in the middle of the corridor. You got them a bit too excited, and that's how your game started.
At first, they behaved quite well—not ideally, but still. It started with cute nicknames like "Baby,"  "Doll," and "Sweetie" and gradually became more and more daring. Yunho could squeeze you between his body and the kitchen counter while you were cooking.
"Oh, mommy, I can't wait to try this. It looks so delicious." He would whisper in your ear while his big hand would squeeze your bottom in a possessive way.
Mingi could have quite 'innocently' buried his face between your breasts while you were all watching a film, he was too tired, and your tits looked amazingly soft.
"I'm sure the traces of my sperm will make them look really nice, won't they, mommy?"
It all literally drove you mad. You were not much older than they were; you were only twenty-six years old, and this incredible sexual tension was getting stronger and stronger with every passing second. To get rid of this tingling feeling of excitement that Yunho and Mingi gave you, you even tried to have sex with your husband. But it was useless, especially when one night you noticed the tall silhouette of Mingi in the mirror, smoking a cigarette and masturbating lazily while watching you ride his father.
That was the point of no return.
As soon as their father left on a business trip, they would lay you down on the bed that very night and fuck you like there was no tomorrow. They did everything together, like mirror images of each other.
Your pussy was licked by two pierced tongues, and you were stretched out on two big and thick cocks until you were literally sandwiched between two big and hot bodies, full to the brim and completely out of your mind.
They would whisper such dirty and depraved things in your ears that your toes would curl up at the dark promise that would pierce through their deep, sexy voices.
"This is how we should fuck our mommy, huh? Until she goes all stupid and starts to drool."
"Let's get some pictures, baby. I want to show you to my friends."
"Oh, baby, can't you take all of our dicks in your tiny mouth? If you can't suck a dick, why did our dad marry you in the first place?"
"You don't have a problem with us fucking your ass too, do you? I know you won't; you're such whores."
"Yeah, doll, like that, squirt on my face; let me fucking taste that pussy."
"Hm, you know, we'd like to invite some friends over; wouldn't you mind, mommy? You wouldn't mind playing with them as well, would you?
Your relationship with them became completely different; they would throw your body around like a toy, biting you, sucking you, scratching your skin, and leaving bruises and hickeys.
Even when their father returned from his stupid business trip, neither Mingi nor Yunho would stop.
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romanarose · 9 months ago
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Will Miller
Valentine's Day
Go!
You are getting WOO'd
mentions of sexy time and insecurity
Will knows how to romance a woman, having had a fiancé before. With that having broken apart with his PTSD ruining everything good in his life, Will is always worried he's gonna mess it up or he's not doing enough. He overcompensates.
You wake to flowers, the smell of breakfast being made for you and already, you are determined to give your husband special treatment.
You had a cute gift, one of those matching couples keychains with your song on it, but that wasn't going to be enough. No, Will deserved more.
You let him do his breakfast for you, giving him a quick blowjob just to start his work day *right*
Will had an edible arrangement delivered to your work a few hours in, just as you were about to reach for a snack in your purse. fucker knows you like snacks. Goddammit, he's got ahead of you. You call around on your break, trying to see if you can get flowers or chocolate delivered but of course everyone is booked. You tried to see if you could leave early, wanting to get home before Will and start dinner knowing that was his move too but your boss said no. Dammit.
You said him a few lovey texts throughout the day, and it seems everything you say, Will out does you. You needed to fucking up your game. Will deserved so much, he deserved everything and all you got was a stupid keychain.
The store you stopped at in a rush was sold out of everything good and all you find is a cheesy kids Valentines Day box with dinosaurs on it. He told you him and Ben liked playing dinosaurs as kids right? That was one of his favorite games, right? no. Stupid. Between that and the keychain you looked like you were half assing something Will obviously planned.
You come home defeated, only to find a candlelit dinner there for you and Will dressed up. You were not looking your best after a long day of work.
You start crying.
Will's smile dropped, rushing over to take him in your arms. "Princess what's wrong?"
Embarrassed, you have the gift and the chocolate, sniffling and waiting for a disappointed face.
Instead, you see Will light up. "Baby!" He exclaims. "I love it! Thank you!"
"No." You whimper, shaking your head. "This is all I got..." You explain that you feel like your efforts were pathetic compared to his and you worried you weren't showing him how much you loved him. Will listened, his blue eyes bright on you and when you were done he pulled you in again, kissing your forehead.
"Princess, you are my Valentine." Will says earnestly. "And these gifts? They are so thoughtful. You remembered how much me and Benny loved playing dinosaurs, and you gave me a reminder to take everywhere of you and our song, a reminder how much you love me."
"But... You do so much for me, look at all this!" You gesture to the nice dinner.
"It's not a competition. You show your love for me daily. You pack me lunch with cute love notes in them." He kissed into your hair. "You massage my back." He kisses your nose. "You are always careful closing doors and cabinets and drawers to not startle me." He kisses your lips and pulls away to allow you to look at him.
"But that's not anything special" You concede. "I do that because I love you, and you do stuff for me, all the time."
"Yeah." He chuckles with good nature. "Because I love you too. We're in love, we're a married couple. A team. Some days I give more, some days you give more. This year, I happened to want to go all out, but last year you booked us a whole weekend getaway, remember?"
Oh. Yeah. That. "Well... yeah okay."
Will hugs you close, his strong arms comforting you. "I love you, and I love your gifts. I love being at a place in life where I can sit down and eat a homemade dinner with my beautiful wife."
You relax, taking a big wife of the food he made. For a white man with English blood, he sure knew how to cook. "Can I shower before we eat?"
"Of course, princess. you feel better?"
"Yeah." You smile at him, but you still had another idea to treat him, and that's why you wanted to shower. before you dressed up nice for the lovely dinner, you slip on your best lingerie.
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Love you doll sorry its late!
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holybatgirlz · 10 months ago
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@bridgertonbabe had me cackling over her bridgerton spouse support groupchat that I couldn't stop thinking about what the bridgerton sibling chat looked like in the aftermath of game night.
(All credit to Bridgertonbabe for this chaotic mess)
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🐝 The Children Group Chat 🐝
Violet: Alright. 
Violet: Who started it?
Anthony: Started what?
Hyacinth: What exactly is it u r referencing mother?
Violet: Oh you all know exactly what it is I am talking about. 
Violet: Who started the fight this time? 
Benedict: I did. It started. 
Violet: No. 
Violet: I know you probably fueled it once it began, but you didn’t start it. So once again I must ask.  
Violet: Who started the fight?
Eloise: Who told you we fought?
Violet: Sophie did. After I learned from Agatha that an ambulance was called for your husband.  
Eloise: He's fine Mum. He had a panic attack because Anthony wouldn’t get off his ass about the rules. 
Anthony: The rules clearly say when you land on someone's properties you have to pay them. Not my fault he couldn’t.
Eloise: He couldn’t pay u because u r a deranged asshole who puts interest on his properties like some money hungry slumlord.  
Eloise: Who puts interest rates in Monopoly? 
Francesca: It was my fault Mum. I started it.
Violet: NO
Violet: You and Benedict both hate confrontations. I know neither one of you started it. 
Violet: Who 
Violet: Started 
Violet: The fight
Violet: At Daphne’s game night?
Daphne: I would like to point out that Hyacinth is being abnormally quiet right now.
Hyacinth: Excuse me?!
Eloise: You were exceptionally vitriol with the rest of us that night. More so than usual.
Hyacinth: Mother. I feel like this would be a good time to inform you that Eloise broke a £5000 vase that night.  
Eloise: OMFG
Eloise: Et tu Brutus?
Hyacinth:
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Hyacinth: throw me under the bus again I dare u
Colin: You did throw it across a room. 
Colin: At my head I should add. 
Eloise: I purposefully aimed away from your head dummy. That’s why it hit the wall. 
Colin: 
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Colin: Did you?
Eloise: WELL HYACINTH BROUGHT A SWITCHBLADE. 
Hyacinth: Liar!!!!
Hyacinth: it’s a penknife. Not a switchblade. Get it right. 
Gregory: Yh Anthony still has her switchblade from when we all played Cluedo 
Colin: talk about Miss Hyacinth in the parlor with the knife. U nearly killed Benedict. And Gregory. And Simon!
Benedict: I still have the scar
Anthony: Not to mention the fire damage.
Gregory: Well the fire was Daphne’s fault.
Violet: Please do not remind me about the Cluedo incident. It gives me a migraine every time I think about the damage you all did to my house that night. 
Francesca: Isn’t even the most concerning part. Hyacinth. How did you get another knife? 
Hyacinth: It’s for protection
Francesca: That did not even remotely answer the question I asked you
Hyacinth: Gareth got it for me
Anthony: Gareth isn’t stupid enough to give you a weapon.
Hyacinth: He is after getting mugged 
Violet: 🫢 Gareth was mugged?
Hyacinth: He’s fine. He was a little shaken up but they didn’t get anything off of him. They just roughed him up a little and scared him.
Colin: Why do I have a sneaking suspicion you had some involvement in this mugging?
Hyacinth: Why would I mug my husband???
Benedict: Ulterior motives. As unreasonable as a theory that may sound. This is also you we are talking about. 
Colin: How do we know you didn’t mug him so that he would get your hands on another knife? 
Hyacinth: I plead the fifth
Anthony: Hyacinth!
Hyacinth: Again
Hyacinth: A £5000 vase was destroyed that night.
Hyacinth: And not by me.
Eloise: if anyone is at fault it’s Daphne. It was her idea. 
Daphne: Why am I at fault for trying to have a nice family get together?
Francesca: Because u should have known this is exactly what would have happened
Violet: Must I remind you all that you nearly gave Phillip a heart attack. The poor man had to spend the night there for observation. 
Benedict: And you all made Sophie cry
Eloise: Jesus Christ. She’s pregnant Benedict. Ofc she’s going to cry. She literally cried last week telling me about the tiny baby shoes she crocheted. 
Daphne: In her defense. They were adorable.  
Benedict: 😤😤😤 They are the cutest little baby shoes. I’m so excited to see my daughter wearing them. 
Benedict: But that’s not the point. You yelled at her Eloise.
Eloise: Because she wasn’t doing anything except sitting on the couch while Phillip was hyperventilating.
Benedict: Maybe because she’s SEVEN MONTHS PREGNANT AND CAN’T MOVE!
Eloise: omg Benedict get over it 
Benedict: my wife was in tears over what happened and then you and Kate both felt the need to gang up on her because she wouldn’t hand her remaining cash to you.
Eloise: She was leaving.
Benedict: BECAUSE she was the one who went with Phillip to A&E because YOU were too busy arguing with Daphne about the income tax rule.
Eloise: It was unreasonable and unnecessary for me to have to pay it because I had more money than the rest of you
Daphne: Says known socialist Eloise Bridgerton 
Eloise removed Daphne from the chat
Anthony added Daphne to the chat
Daphne: Bitch
Violet: Daphne do not call your sister a bitch
Eloise: Bitch Bitch
Violet: ELOISE!
Gregory: I think it's safe to say that Anthony’s unreasonable rules are what led to the conflict starting. We all know he’s the most competitive.
Colin: Agreed
Eloise: Agreed
Daphne: Yeah that’s true
Hyacinth: Agreed
Anthony: Because Gregory isn’t the reason we have to have them in the first place. You cheat. All the time.
Gregory: Well I learned it from you didn’t I?
Anthony: You hid all the tokens so that Lucy could pick one first.
Anthony: Then you pressured her into teaming up with you after she claimed all the good spots. Then you started extorting and threatening the rest of us. Not to mention I am genuinely concerned you do not know how interest rates work given the numbers you were giving us were completely off. And I will not even discuss your blatant disrespect for the get out jail free card. 
Anthony: What do you have to say for yourself?
Gregory: That my wife didn’t key a car
Colin: oh snap
Daphne: WHAT?!?!?
Daphne: SHE DID WHAT?!!
Colin: 🤣🤣🤣 it was Kate who did it!?
Gregory: Yh apparently Amelia caught her in 4K HD keying Simon’s car while Phillip was being loaded into the ambulance. 
Daphne: KATE WAS THE ONE WHO KEYED SIMON’S CAR?!?
Gregory sent a video.
Violet: Good lord.
Violet: Why are you all like this?
Anthony: I would like to make it clear I will neither condemn nor condone my wife’s actions. She is her own woman and will do what she wishes without my input or opinion.  
Anthony: However it wasn’t as though it was without reason. 
Francesca: Omfg Anthony
Hyacinth: Gregory how the hell do you know this??
Colin: How did you get the video?
Gregory: because MY WIFE loves me and sent me the video when she told me about it
Violet: how the hell did all eight of you inherit your father’s competitive streak?? 
Violet: EIGHT. We had eight children and you all got it. It’s not normal. 
Francesca: Mother. If I may. 
Francesca: We’ve all seen how you get watching baking shows. 
Violet: That is not the same and you know it!
Francesca: Mother. Again. 
Francesca: I say this with nothing but love and respect.
Francesca: Anthony had to restrict the Food Channel on the cable box for three years after you broke the TV. You literally are not allowed to be left alone when The Great British Bake Off is on.
Francesca: I’m quite certain the reason we are all like this is because dad’s competitiveness got mixed in with your insane stubbornness.
Violet removed Francesca from the chat.
Hyacinth: Omg Mum did you banish Francesca to the shadow realm!?!
Gregory: I had no idea she even knew how to do that
Violet removed Gregory from the chat.
Hyacinth: GREGORY NOOoooo
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wildlife4life · 10 months ago
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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday
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Another tag day, another snippet of NFL Buck. Back to Eddie's perspective! This time, we are delving into this au's version of his and Shannon's background and relationship. WOOO! (Every previous NFL Buck post can be found here) Enjoy!
Buck gave Eddie a very befuddled look, "Um, if this is your way of breaking up with me, I think you skipped a few major steps here." Eddie rolled his eyes, "Make sure the equipment manager gives you an extra thick helmet Buckley. All those previous head injuries are catching up to you." His boyfriend gave a half hearted glare, but didn't make a comment, allowing Eddie to explain. "They're for Shannon." "Ohhhh." Evan finally caught on and Eddie can't help but roll his eyes again. "I keep forgetting your un-repressed ass is still married to a woman." The jerk had the audacity to crack jokes and give Eddie a cocky grin. "And that makes you my mistress." Eddie fired back. "Meh." His boyfriend shrugged uncaring. Which is fair because he's the mistress who beat the odds and convinced the husband to leave his wife. Though did it count if the wife left first? Eddie shook his head, pushing aside that thought, knowing it would lead down an emotionally twisted path he didn't want to get into at the moment. Picking up the divorce papers, Eddie returned them to the manilla envelope labeled with only Shannon's name. "Look, with the move to Houston I am obligated to inform Christopher's mother of his whereabouts. I did the same when we moved to Austin, though back then I was hoping that by telling her we were out from under my parents roof, she would return." Buck grimaced, "Considering you showed up for our not-a-date, date, that didn't happen." Eddie nods, unable to meet the younger man's saddened gaze. The hurt and anger towards his soon to be ex-wife, was all twisted up with a healthy dose of guilt and the love he would always have for her. It felt unfair to Evan to still love her. His feelings towards Shannon used to be less complicated. Before Eddie bent under his parents expectations, she was one of his closets friends. Much like Buck, she was easy to talk to, made him laugh, and didn't pressured him to be anything more than himself. Eddie never did express his disinterest in girls to her or how his eyes tended to linger a little too long on some the guys on the football team (he has a type, repressed or not). The subject of girls and dating didn't come up, until his dad made an off hand comment about his son not bringing any dates home to meet. Eddie panicked. And when Eddie panicked, he came up with some awful ideas. Kissing Shannon after his baseball game because he knew she had feelings for him beyond friendship, was one his worst. Back then, Eddie hoped that treating Shannon as more than friend would lead to feelings of actual attraction and romantic love. It didn't. Further expectations, additional pressure lead to more panic and stupid decisions. Then one day during his senior year, Eddie found himself with a positive pregnancy test in hand and Shannon begging him for a solution. He was down on one knee with a ring his mother shoved into his hands two days later (Eventually Eddie would learn the silver band with a small lone diamond was a promise ring from Adriana's cheating ex.) Shannon said yes, Eddie's Uncle Paco ordained their wedding at the local rec center, and Christopher Edmundo Diaz was born May 8th, 2008, just after Shannon took her last final (her water broke as she handed in her math test). When Eddie held his son, he instantly knew, his entire heart belonged to this tiny little boy, but right on the heels of that love came the cold dredges of panic. On May 9th, 2008 Eddie acted upon yet another awful idea and signed up for the Army. Neither he nor Shannon made it to their high school graduation. Instead the first tear in their relationship was being formed with angry shouts, heartbroken sobs, and a hastily packed duffle tossed into an old truck.
I will admit, I am not the biggest Shannon fan, but I am not a Shannon basher either. Her and Eddie both made mistakes, and that will be shown in this au, as Shannon was a big part of Eddie's journey and the mother of his child. Hope you all enjoyed!
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oniku-niku · 2 years ago
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Katsuki was pacing back and forth in his living room after he read the last text you sent.
What kind of news do you mean? Good news? Bad news? Fuck, were you planning to tell him you’re staying there permanently? His hands have been clammy ever since and he thought to ask you but he decided against it in case you were busy finalizing anything before leaving. 
“Katsuki, settle down. (Y/n)’s gonna get here when they get here, Honey.” his mom’s voice called out from where she was sitting on the couch. He gave a small huff before plopping down right next to her. Though she seemed calm on the outside, Katsuki could see the slight bouncing of her leg as she was reading the newspaper. 
Mitsuki Bakugou wasn’t stupid, she could tell something happened between the two of you. Her son has been calmer in the past two years than he ever has in his life. She’s noticed how he always casts a glance at his phone, a sparkle erupting from his eyes when he reads a message from you. She wanted to ask about it but chose not to because watching her son fumble while typing was kind of endearing. 
Though she didn’t talk to Katsuki about it, she did gossip with Masaru when the two were in their shared bed for the night. 
“Our Katsuki has grown up a lot, hasn’t he?” she sighed, glancing over at her husband. He let out a chuckle, removing his glasses and resting it on the bedside table.
“He sure has, I know you’ve been enjoying seeing him all flustered, but imagine what he’s going to be like when (Y/n) does come back.” and the two started giggling with each other.
“Oh lord, I hope we get a video of it. (Y/n)’s done a number on him, haven’t they.” She agreed.
“Dude what does (Y/n) mean by ‘news’?? Do they not know how rude it is to just leave someone on a cliff hanger like that?! And then we have to wait a whole day to find out the answer?! This is a sick game.” Denki whined from the other couch across from them. Him and the rest of the group were in his house just waiting around. 
“You know what can get your mind off of it?” Mitsuki laughed, looking up from the papers in her hand. Denki looked at her with hope dancing his eyes. “You kids can go do your jobs as heroes.” she stated and the way Denki’s face dropped at her answer made her stand up with a chuckle.
“Honestly, their flight is 10 hours. Instead of waiting in my house and torturing yourselves, go and find some criminals and stop eating my food!” she exclaimed before making her way to the kitchen.
“That’s cold Mrs. Katsuki’s Mom! But I mean if the city really needs me or whatever I guess I’ll go.” Denki playfully rolled his eyes before getting off the sofa. The rest of them followed suit and before they could make their way towards the door, “Yeah yeah, here are some snacks for the road! Be safe!” they all took the cookies from her hands and waved thanks before leaving. 
It was an excruciating 10 hours, not only for Katsuki with the waiting around while he got bored fighting criminals, but also for you, who’s ass was feeling numb due to sitting for so long. The little ‘ding dong’ from the pilot’s intercom rang.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we have at last reached our destination here at Air Japan, we now ask that you put on your seat belts and give us a few moments to get everyone landed safely.” and with that, the sound of everyone’s seat belts clicked into place as the plane began its descent. 
“Welcome to Tokyo International Airport, our flight attendants will help with carry-ons, all luggage can be found at baggage claim on the lower floor, thank you for flying with Air Japan.” and everyone was bumbling to get their stuff to get off the plane.
It wasn’t until you were walking through the exit tunnel that your heart started palpitating, you could feel it in your palms as you were gripping your bag. The deep breath that filled your lungs did little to help with the nervousness in your steps as you got closer to the entrance. 
What am I so worried about? I saw these guys on Katsuki’s birthday when they all flew over. Why am I nervous to see them all again now?
You made your way down a level to get the large suitcase that arrived separately before looking around for your large group of friends. You thought you should call one of them but then a flash of blond hair caught your eye. 
Through the other side of the glass wall was Katsuki, just Katsuki, staring back at you with a faint smile resting on his face. You took another deep breath before making your way towards him, but you barely got three steps outside before he threw himself onto you. His arms wrapped itself around you, pulling you into his embrace. His nose took in your scent as if it was the one thing keeping him from falling. 
“You’re here, finally.” he grumbled into your hair and that was all it took for you to wrap your arms around him too. The two of you stood there for a good minute, arms not wanting to let the other go. He reluctantly did when the sound of a honking taxi ruined the moment. 
“It’s good to be back..” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and the next inhale you took in was filled with his intoxicating cologne. 
“Come on, you must be tired, let’s get you back home.” he brought you to his car and when the passenger’s door was open, there was a gift bag resting on the seat. You made eye contact with him as he went around to the driver’s side.
“It was supposed to be the gift for you when you left. I told you I’d keep it until you came back.” he smirked before you both settled into the car. He motioned for you to take the gift out and you took no time reaching in. 
The soft fabric made contact with your fingertips before you pulled it out. In your hands rested a vermilion knitted scarf. On both ends of it were embroidered the explosion flares that matched the ones on the back of his hero mask. You couldn’t help the grin that came to your face when you saw it.
“You did this?” and you knew the answer before that question left your mouth.
“Yeah…it took a bit longer than I’d like to admit. I wanted you to have it since Canada tends to be colder than here. It killed me when I couldn’t give it to you before you left.” he explained before starting the car. 
“Well, lucky I came back when it’s starting to get cold again huh?” The smile you sent him eased his worries as the car started taking off. 
The two of you were silent for a few minutes, only the soft music playing was heard.
“So- where is everyone else? From your messages I thought everyone was coming?” you broke the silence.
“Oh, they figured you’d be exhausted from the new time adjustment so they’ll let you rest until tomorrow,” he answered.
“By the way, Izuku thought since I was the one picking you up, that you should stay with us? We have your guest bedroom all set up if you’re okay with it..” he added, his eyes not wanting to meet yours in case you rejected the offer.
“That sounds good. I really need to sleep in a familiar place tonight.” you didn’t know how tired you were until a yawn escaped you, and the soft music wasn’t helping at keeping you awake. Before you knew it, you were passed out in Katsuki’s car to the feeling of his steady driving and the passing road signs. 
When he parked, Katsuki knew he had to be gentle, let you get as much rest as you could. He went over to the passenger’s side and hooked his arms under you to carry you out. His dad opened the front door for him (he heard the car pull in and the driver’s doors shutting) and went to help bring your stuff inside. 
Katsuki brought you to the guest room and settled you down on the bed. Your unconscious self immediately wiggled further into the soft pillows as soon as he draped the blankets over you. Masaru left your bags on the floor at the end of the bed for you and the two left you alone to rest for the night.
When the next morning came around, you were disturbed from your sleep by the sound of loud yelling from the other side of the guest door.
“-Come on! It’s 1 in the afternoon! They’ve been asleep for 14 hours straight! I wanna see them!” that was Denki’s voice.
“Okay, just for that, you’ll be the last to see them. Leave my house.” Katsuki’s voice rang out. Denki laughed at his stern voice knowing he wasn’t serious. You mustered up the energy to get up, taking a moment to stretch, and going to open the door.
“(Y/N)!” Denki yelled before glomping you into a hug. You hugged back before meeting eyes with the rest of the group. Izuku was the next one to be hugged.
“I’m glad you got back alright.” Shinsou grinned before going in for his hug. One by one, everyone else got a hug too and they all let you freshen up before you met them all downstairs, meeting Mitsuki and Masaru’s hugs on the way. 
“So! What’s the big news that you wanted to tell us? I’ve been on the edge all day.” Denki asks as soon as you sit down in between Shoto and Katsuki on the big couch.
“Well, I got promoted at my firm! They want me to supervise the junior designers!” you exclaimed, but the grin on your face slowly disappeared when their faces didn’t show any excitement as you’d hoped. Bakugou could feel his heart steeling up to hear you say what he dreaded.
“Does that mean…you’ll be there permanently?” Shoto asked, the frown on his face only making his puppy eyes more heartbreaking.
“That’s the best part! They’re transferring me to their newest branch right here in Japan! I’m staying here!” and that was when they roared to life with cheers. Bakugou felt his heart settle down with joy.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU START WITH THAT! I WAS ABOUT TO CRY!” Izuku yelled from his seat. And for the next several hours, you all spent the time talking to each other about everything that’s happened in the past two years. Katsuki couldn’t get the smile off his face, not that he wanted to in the first place.
When the evening came, you all separated ways, making sure to make plans to hang out soon to make up for lost time. 
“Want to take a walk with me?” Katsuki asked, his hand holding the scarf he made you. You nodded before going to put on your shoes. He gently wrapped the scarf around your neck before you two went to take in the November air. 
The sound of wind whistling through the autumn leaves accompanied you two for a few minutes. 
“Hey, do you mind if I read you something? I don’t think there’s a better time than now…” he trailed off, fumbling with something from his pocket. You nodded, watching him pull out a small envelope with a card inside, and you swore you could hear him taking deep breaths to calm himself. 
“Racking my brain for many days and many nights, For the right words to describe the way you make me feel. Like the fireplace warmth on a cold winter night, Like the first bite of food after starving for a meal,
Like discovering a new bloom On a long lasting plant. If I don’t say it now,  I might lose the chance.
(Y/n), I’m in love with you, I’ll say it a million times over if I must, I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes, For me to gain back your trust.” 
His voice wavered as he read over what he wrote for you two years ago. And the two of you stopped walking as he finished. His stomach was on fire and it shows through the heavy blush on his face (He blames the cold weather).
“Did you write that?” you asked, not looking over to him, your breathing was stilled, not wanting to believe your ears.
“I did. I meant to give it to you with the scarf.” he cast his eyes down at his shoes. He prayed to anything that was holy that you still had some feelings for him, that he still had a chance to make it right, that he hadn’t lost you.
“Do you mean it?” your voice was so quiet, he almost missed the question. 
“Every word.” was his immediate answer. 
He was done being stupid. He was done denying his feelings for you. He was done with his massive ego that almost cost your friendship.
“(Y/n), if you don’t feel the same way for me anymore, I completely understand. I royally messed up and I hurt you. But if some part of you still feels the same way, please give me the chance to show you how much you mean to me.” he stumbled and walked to stand in front of you. His movement had you looking up and making contact with his red eyes that had determination written all over. 
“I just, don’t want to risk getting hurt again if this is a spur of the moment thing.” you explained to him and he was quick to shake his head.
“No, I promise you I’d sooner allow Shinsou to use his quirk on me than to ever hurt you again. It’s not a spur of the moment, I’ve waited two years for you and I’ll wait even more if you need time.” His eyes were begging you to believe him, and you’d never seen him like this before.
It tugged at your heartstrings, it nipped at your fingertips, it engulfed you whole; how much you loved him.
“One date.” you held up a finger to him to indicate your point. And his eyes lit up. His heartbeat raced.
“One date. Okay, okay good, great. Thank you!” he nodded and before he knew it, he planted a kiss on your cheek when he came in for a hug. It took the both of you by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome, indicated by the blushes on your cheeks. 
Although he didn’t have a day in mind yet, Katsuki was planning to make you feel special whenever the day may be, and all the days after that. Yes, Shoto has called him whipped at least 6 times already, but he didn’t care (because, yes, he is.) There’s not a chance in hell he’s messing this up, he’s completely and hopelessly enamored of you, it’s about time he expressed it don’t you think?
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weclassybouquetfun · 1 year ago
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Variety's Actors on Actors lineup has been announced.
Surprising absolutely no one, BarbenHeimer unites again with a Cillian Murphy and Margot Robbie team-up.
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A Zodiac/Avengers reunion with Robert Downey Jr. (“Oppenheimer���) & Mark Ruffalo (“Poor Things”)
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A THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA reunion with Emily Blunt (“Oppenheimer”) & Anne Hathaway (“Eileen”)
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An ALOHA reunion between Emma Stone (“Poor Things”) & Bradley Cooper (“Maestro”)
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*B-Coop, you may not get an actor nod, but you most definitely deserves Best Director recognition for MAESTRO.
EUPHORIA costars Colman Domingo (“Rustin,” “The Color Purple”) & Jacob Elordi (“Priscilla,” “Saltburn”)
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*While Colman was excellent in RUSTIN, and I would love for him to get nominated for that, THE COLOR PURPLE as the performance for me.
SHAME reunion with Carey Mulligan (“Maestro”) & Michael Fassbender (“The Killer”)
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*Carey is sensational in MAESTRO and I hope she and her team don't push her for Supporting because she is quite frankly the lead. She even has top billing over Bradley Cooper. He has always asserted that the film is more about Lenny and Felicia and it's more her story.
MORE ACTORS. MORE AWARDS SEASON TALK
A THE KIDS ARE ALL RIGHT reunion between Annette Bening (“Nyad”) & Julianne Moore (“May December”)
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*May December wasn't to my liking and surprisingly Charles Melton was wonderful. But I'm all about NYAD and if Bening isn't nominated for Best Actress it will be a crime.
Disney Princesses Halle Bailey (“The Little Mermaid”, “The Color Purple”) & Rachel Zegler (“The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes”)
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*The struggle to hide that pregnancy is real.
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Jeffrey Wright (“American Fiction”) & Taraji P. Henson (“The Color Purple”)
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*He's the lead in AMERICAN FICTION but he gave RUSTIN the punch it needed in his small role.
Greta Lee (“Past Lives”) & Andrew Scott (“All of Us Strangers”)
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*ALL OF US STRANGERS was very affecting. I thought it too navel-gazing at first, but it blossomed over me much later.
Natalie Portman (“May December”) & Paul Mescal (“All of Us Strangers”)
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*Mescal was in the film CARMEN directed by and conceived by Portman's philandering husband Benjamin Millipied. The screening happened before his affair allegations came out, but after the Q&A someone commented to me that Benjamin and his lead Melissa Barrera looked too comfortable with each other and bet they had slept together at least once. I just chalked it up to him being French. But maybe?
Alden Ehrenreich (“Fair Play,” “Oppenheimer”) & Da’Vine Joy Randolph (“The Holdovers”)
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*I've been a fan of Ehrenreich since the wretched BEAUTIFUL CREATURES so I love all the attention and acclaim he's getting. But male voters hate weak male characters (which is why I'm worried that Leonardo DiCaprio will be snubbed for his performance in KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON. Every man I've spoken to about it hated his character - not because of his actions - but because he was weak and stupid. And Leo's character has nothing on Ehrenreich's soppy Luke. There's a meme about people being weak in the knees and needing to stand up. Nah, Luke needed to sit his ass down.).
However, Da'Vine Joy Randolph seems to be a lock. The trio of Randolph, Paul Giamatti and Dominic Sessa in THE HOLDOVERS deserve any nominations they may receive.
My fantasy Best Supporting Actress list is
Da'vine Joy Randolph (THE HOLDOVERS)
Danielle Brooks (THE COLOR PURPLE)
Jodie Foster (NYAD)
Rosamund Pike (SALTBURN)
Penelope Cruz (FERRARI)
*If Apple is running Lily Gladstone as Supporting (which they shouldn't because she's a lead), then I would swap out Foster for Gladstone. If Gladstone isn't in Supporting, then Cara Jade Myers as Anna in KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON would be my swap.
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oharaslove · 5 months ago
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word count: 995 warnings: Miguel x fem!reader. Fluff? Family time summary: Argentina v.s Mexico football (soccer) game with Miguel, Gabi and reader (Argentinian origin) This is really self insert, ahaha First one! Hope you enjoy!!
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“Mooom, the game is about to start! Hurry up!” your daughter shouted at the top of her lungs,  “Si amor, o ¿tienes miedo de perder?” Miguel said with a stupid smirk in his face while he passed right by you to go sit in front of the TV next to Gabi. You couldn’t believe the audacity of this man, as IF Mexico would win against Argentina. You just gave him a death stare and proceeded to finish up the snack plate, laughing to yourself. 
What are we, in a parallel dimension?. Every football (soccer) game was the same in this family. When Mexico played against Argentina the house became a war zone. Probably you are to blame, it is known that Argentinians have a very strong passion for sports, but obviously, the favourite sport of all is football (soccer). You just couldn’t believe that even though Gabi was born in Nueva York to a half Mexican dad and a half Argentinian mom, she was the definition of an Argentinian when it came to choosing a side and teasing her dad. 
The funniest thing of it all was that, when you were pregnant, Miguel was sure Gabi was going to take his side, because she was going to be “daddy’s little girl”. Don’t get me wrong, she totally is, but he really didn’t take into account the Argentinian DNA. “Mamaaa…”.
Your train of thought was interrupted by a really annoyed Gabi standing in the doorway, tapping her foot on the floor, crossing her arms and with a really obvious upset look in her face. Yeah…, you also sometimes forget that she is just like you.  At least she was wearing the Argentinian jersey you got her. “Ya voy amor, I am just finishing the snacks”, “I don’t want snacks mom, I want to watch the game!, Let’s goo!” I just like that she went and jumped on the couch next to Miguel, who couldn’t hide his grin. 
You finished the plate as fast as you could to join your husband and daughter, just as the Mexican anthem was playing. You set the snacks on the little table in front of the couch and decided to sit on the small couch next to the big one. If you sit next to Gabi and Miguel you know that you’ll make his life a living hell for the 90 minutes the match lasts. Miguel gave you a small pout, clearly offended that you didn’t want to cuddle with him, but it was quickly replaced with a knowing smile. 
Since the first match you watched together, he knows you can’t sit still. You are really passionate about the things you love, and that is something Miguel adores of you. Even though sometimes it bites him in the ass, cause you also love teasing him A LOT, something that Gabi picked up on. He was hoping this game could end in a draw, he couldn’t stand another night of Gabi and you laughing at him. 
“Ya empieza, ya empieza” Gabi excitedly squealed. You and Miguel stared lovingly at her. She loved watching the games to then copy some plays with her team. She was the best for a reason. 
Thirty minutes went by, not a goal in sight, even though there were good chances for both teams. You had to bite your tongue to not cuss in front of Gabi. The thing you didn’t want Gabi to get at his young age was your bad vocabulary while watching your team. At half time, everything was peaceful. One thing you agreed with Miguel was that you wouldn’t snicker at each other while the game wasn’t on. Gabi didn’t follow the rule so much though…
“Vamos a ganar papá” “Yeah, sure mija, México ganará. And I am going to win our little bet” “Miguel! You betted with our daughter!? Really!?” You said half annoyed and half laughing at him. He knows he can’t bet with you because he always loses. “It is a friendly bet, if Argentina wins she gets ice cream and if we win, I get cuddles with my girls” your husband explained shrugging. You laughed out loud, you can’t believe this guy. He is so cute. 
In no time, the second time started. Argentina started really well until… “GOOLL” Gabi shouted, facing her dad and celebrating. You were laughing so hard you couldn’t even celebrate. Gabi was jumping on Miguel repeatedly teasing him non stop, while he was trying to pretend he was annoyed, but in reality, every now and then, you could see a smile on his lips. Obviously he likes to win, but there is nothing he loves more than seeing the two loves of his life laughing and enjoying themselves. 
After that, Gabi couldn’t sit back down, she was too excited, without mentioning that there were other goals. Soon after, the game was finished. Miguel lost the bet. He crossed his arms and pouted in the cutest way possible. Gabi still was jumping around and saying all the amazing plays she couldn’t wait to try in football (soccer) practice tomorrow, so she didn’t notice when Miguel suddenly rosed up from the couch and grabbed her. She squealed in surprise, but soon broke into a fit of laughter when Miguel started kissing her all over her face. “Noo, daddy, this wasn’t the deal” she said between laughs, almost out of breath. 
Watching that scene you couldn’t help but smile. You know that you chose the perfect husband, and Gabi is lucky to have the most awesome father. He is always so attentive. It always warms your heart how much he takes care of you and your daughter. You hoped he had enough love in his heart to make space for one more, but you will tell him the news later on. For now, you’ll live with this victory and the craziness of only one child while watching football (soccer). Hopefully for Miguel, the next one cheers for Mexico. 
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Well, I honestly hate this. But it is the first one, so I will try to improve.
I basically got this idea because the Copa América is just around the corner and I am super excited ahaha.
But anyway, I just wanted to get something out to get the flow of things. I hope that the next one shots are better, so I can go full out in the first series!!
Comments are appreciated (for whatever, correcting grammar or telling me that I suck). Love youuu!!
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soft-lilith · 6 months ago
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Spilling my woes into your whisky
Word count 2.7k | Angst and Fluff
Soooo @writersdrug encouraged me to post my brain farts and I will do so from now on. If any of you have complains, got to her. /s
I hope you like it.
AO3 Mirror
Heavy angst | Death of a Loved One | Consumption of alcohol and cigarettes | Mentioning past séxual interactions | Described Blood | No smut just sad
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The golden liquid in your glass looked so tempting even with the knowledge that you hated its taste. Small drops of water ran down the pretty looking glass, forming a small puddle underneath. Faint music entered your ears, but you couldn't hear a thing. 
Your arms rested on the bar like heavy bags of meat. Between them were three beautiful rings.
One of them was way too expensive and was the reason you literally kicked his ass. Who spends 12 grand on a stupid engagement ring? He did. Idiot. Big, loving, caring idiot. You hate him so much, hate him for leaving you alone in this hell called life. 
A tear fell on the gold ring with a beautiful design inspired by nature. Inside was a simple inscription. 
Eternally yours.
Liar. 
He is such a liar. How dare he ever give you hope of a life of bliss, a life by his side, a life away from this suffocating pain? 
With trembling hands, you raised the glass to your chapped lips and gulped it down in one fell swoop. 
Disgusting. You would never understand why he liked the taste of this shit so much. 
As the woody note spread through your mouth, an image entered your brain. 
It was one of those nights, the nights after an extremely hard mission. No words were spoken. Moonshine was the only source of light with the lit end of your cigarette. 
Your head rested on his hard chest, listening to his heartbeat, while his nose rested in your hair. It was a ritual that was incorporated shortly after you first landed between his sheets. 
It was all fun and games back then. But even on your first night, you couldn't shake the feeling that could best be described as weird. A mixture of fear and hope, lust and love.
On nights like that, the two of you became each other's world, and everything outside the door of your dorm was nonexistent. Leaving behind the cruel world you just fought in. He poured himself his favorite whiskey and you lit a cigarette. Both habits you tried your best to get rid of. But in moments like this, it was a treat, a reward for increasing your kill count. Something that was necessary, but the worst part of your job.
At the end of the day, you are human, and taking another's life leaves you with scars. Some of them are hidden and some of them show through a cigarette or a glass of whisky.
The bartender didn't need a word from you to know you needed another. Another drink to get closer to numbing your pain. You were used to pain. In fact, pain had been your longest friend. It was there when you grew up and the days you started basic training. The day you joined the team and the day you tasted him for the first time.
How it could find you anything but repulsive is beyond you. But he did. He kissed every scar life gave you, kissed the still-healing wounds of your past. 
Your tears began to mingle with the snot running from your nose. It must look so hideous, a woman who doesn't move an inch, her eyes looking somewhere that wasn't in this bar, dressed in all black, her husband's uniform jacket draped over her shoulders. 
"Stop stealin' me clothes, bonnie!", he complained to you. With innocence in your eyes, you look at him, in his shirt and nothing but his shirt.
"It's not my fault I look so much better in them."
He crossed his big arms over his chest as he looked down at you. Smiling, you rolled onto your back and locked eyes with him, placing your hand on your exposed thigh.
"If you want them back, you have to take them off first," you cooed and his eyes narrowed.
"Ye're a ratchet woman."
Before you could pout, he picked you up with ease and threw you over his broad shoulders. Your laughter echoed down the hallway leading to your shared bedroom.
"No, wait, I-!"
A slap on your butt cut short your pleading and his grip on your waist tightened. 
"Ye'll see what ye get for playin' games, bonnie."
And you did. You walked funny for three days.
You put the empty glass back on the bar. The alcohol burned in your throat, but the pain wasn't strong enough to conceal your pain. 
"My condolences."
You almost jumped at the male voice that ripped you out of your trance. How hard did you dissociate to not even notice that someone had sat down next to you?
"Thank you."
Nothing more, but enough. Hastily you wiped away some of the endless tears. With the nearby napkins the bartender had placed down with a sympathetic smile the moment the first tear left your eyes, you blew your nose and removed some of the ruined makeup under your eyes. 
The man got a shot in front of him, which was quickly emptied and set down for a refill. 
You felt your pulse in your head as you tried to pull yourself together. Should you try to talk to him? After all, the two of you were nothing more than strangers sitting in a bar in the middle of the day, getting drunk.
"What... What makes you drink at 14?"
A deep chuckle escaped his lips. As if you had asked the most unnecessary question. From his point of view, you probably did. You blinked a few times before playing nervously with your refilled whisky glass. 
"It's 19."
Your head turned towards the man. His dark blond hair looked unkempt, and there were dark circles under his piercing blue eyes. There was no way you had sat in that bar for 5 hours bathing in grief.
"He's right, darling," the bartender explained, giving you a gentle look. "Would you like me to call you a cab?"
Slowly your eyes returned to the rings in front of you, as if they could speak for you. 
You have been looking at wedding bands for a while. None of them seem to be 100% up to scratch, and with an increasingly annoyed fiancé by your side, you were even more unsure. But how could he not get anxious when this was the 4th store you went to look for rings?
"Come on, bonnie, just pick yin that ye like."
You looked at him with a slight pout. 
"I don't vibe with any of them... maybe we should look somewhere else?"
He looked at you with his smile that still made your knees weak. Gently, he placed his hand on your cheek and you automatically nuzzled into it.
"If that's whit ye want, we can look somewhere else."
There it was again, his endless understanding when it comes to everything that concerns you. You will never fully comprehend how he was able to put up with your bullshit. And while he showed that he would rather have it done, he never once lashed out at you. Never.
"I just want them to be as beautiful as the ring you gave me," you explained as you moved closer to him, resting your forehead on his chest.
"I ken, bonnie, but if ye want something like that, ye'd need tae rob a bank wi' me."
A laugh escaped your lips and you pulled him into a hug. He kissed the top of your head before resting his chin on it.
"So which bank are we going to hit, Clyde?"
His laughter made you feel warm and fuzzy, and his hand moved up your back to your head, kissing you longingly. 
"I love ye," he whispered against your lips.
"No need. I have nowhere else to go," you simply said, emptying another glass. 
And you spoke the truth. There was no way you could go back to your house, back to the base, back to all the places that made you think of him.
Silence fell over the man and the bartender, who continued their work. And it stayed that way for a while. Endless tears soaked the bar as you just sat there staring at those stupid rings. 
All the broken promises were catching up to you. The promises of sitting on the porch, gray hair and grandchildren playing in the front yard. The promises of traveling the world, making new memories. The promises of always being by your side.
But here you sat, broken, alone, and with the fire that once burned within you extinguished. 
"My mother died of cancer."
It took you a moment to register what the man was saying. You turned your head to look at him. There was no sparkle in his blue eyes, and you could see that his inner turmoil was more than a simple storm. Your caretaker overcame his grief and raised your hand to place it over his.
For the first time since he sat down, he looked at you. There it was, a glimpse of what you would call familiarity. His eyes were different than his, but they had seen the same horrors. 
"It's not quite the same as losing the love of your life, but I think I'm close to understanding how you feel," he continued, after downing another shot of clear alcohol. How he could drink without making a face was beyond you.
You let out a broken chuckle and your eyes went back to the rings you had picked up from the bar.
"Thank you for opening up, even though I'm just a stranger."
"You're not a stranger."
Confused, you tilted your head. The gears in your head couldn't turn fast enough to put together if you'd ever met this man before.
"We both fight on the same battlefield. We both buried our friends. We both made other people bury their friends."
Your mouth opened slightly before it formed a small smile. Tears streamed down your face again. He was right. While the two of you were talking to each other for the first time, he was not a stranger. He was a comrade, a team member who fought on the same front line. The same battle scars tainted your mind and body.
He couldn't hold your gaze any longer, looking almost shy as he turned his eyes back to his shot glass. Your hand still rested on his as another comfortable silence fell over the two of you.
So many unspoken things were fighting their way to the front of the war that was going on inside your head. You hated yourself so much for every fight you ever had with him. Especially because they all seemed so petty looking back on them now.
"Stop telling me what to do, Soap! I may be your girlfriend, but I'm not your property!"
"Jesus fucking Christ, bonnie, I'm just worried aboot ye!"
A bitter laugh came over your lips as you glared at him.
"Sure, tell you that yourself. Maybe one day I will believe it myself."
You were expecting a slap, and if you were honest, you really deserved one for saying all those things to him. How could you ever have faith that anyone would ever be in love with you? Look at you, a disgrace to your family, hiding the fact that you were a murderer behind the cloak of your uniform, a little whore who fucked all those men in the hope that they could see you, the crying girl inside of you, still waiting for her prince to fight his way through the darkness surrounding her.
But it wasn't a slap in the face, in fact, there was never a raising of his hand. No, he just grabbed your arm and pulled you into a forced embrace. At first you struggled, but eventually you gave in, embracing his warmth as you cried your eyes out.
"Stop thinkin' that ye're no worth my worry, bonnie. It hurts tae see ye like this."
Endless apologies and tears left your body as you continued to cry in his strong arms.
You flinched as the man's phone went off. Gently, you removed your hand so he could answer the call.
"Yes? Yes, I'm at the bar. No, I'm fine. I can text you the address. Later."
He typed something into the device before sliding it back into his pocket. It was only now that you noticed his accent, which your foggy brain had a hard time pinpointing.
"Sorry for the startle."
You couldn't help but chuckle.
"Please, I'm sorry for being so jumpy."
There was something close to a smile on the man's lips. After putting on your rings on your left hand and his on your right, you reached into your jacket pocket. A crumpled pack of cigarettes was placed on the bar. You pulled the ashtray toward you before lighting the cancer stick with a lighter.
"Old habits die hard," he said almost with a teasing undertone, and you sucked your teeth.
"Old habits die hard," you repeated before taking a long drag on your cigarette.
It had something comforting about it, sitting in that chair, at the bar, ignoring the glaring horror waiting outside that front door. And as you sat next to the stranger, you felt yourself starting to calm down, at least a little.
"Are you thinking about revenge, if that's an option?"
Good question. But you already knew the answer.
"Will killing the freak who took his life bring him back into my arms?"
You could see your counter question sinking in as he was about to speak when the front door of the bar opened and a group of young soldiers stumbled into the bar. Great, just what you needed. Some of them were holding a girl close, displaying her like some kind of trophy.
It seemed that you weren't the only one who was more than disdainful at the arrival of the group of people. But once again, your new acquaintance was too slow or too wrapped up in his own thoughts to react faster than one of the men who ordered a round of drinks. The boy stood a little too close to you and his smell made your nose wrinkle.
His eyes lingered, checking you out, before he began to speak.
"He's not worth it."
Your eyes widened and your trembling hand clenched into a fist. But he didn't stop. All those words slowly turned to white noise as you froze. You wanted to stand up and beat the shit out of this asshole who thought it was appropriate to go up to a grieving widow and hit on her. You couldn't, though, which made you hurt even more.
The alcohol kicked in as a dizzy spell washed over you.
Not only that, but endless memories were being dumped on you. The feeling of his 5 o'clock shadow under your fingers, the feeling of his rough hands on your thighs, the feeling of being whole for the first time in your life as you lay in his arms.
A loud sob escaped your lips. 
I loved you so. I loved you so and yet
Traitor that you are get a bullet through your heart
Join me right in here, and take a look at my insides
I loved you so. I loved you so and yet
Strangely, the white noise had stopped and you heard someone calling your name. Still not quite back in the present, you turned your head toward the voice calling for you. Slowly, your eyes moved up to meet those of your teammate.
Ghost's brown eyes looked slightly red and unusually emotional. Or as emotional as someone like him could be. You had trouble processing how he found you in this bar in the middle of nowhere. 
"Come on, darling, let me take you home. The others are worried."
The words caught in your throat as you tried to answer him. All that happened was another tear falling onto your jacket. Ghost held out his hand to support you. As your stitches were pulled, you put your half-finished cigarette into the glass ashtray. It took you a moment to see the blood on his hand. Ah, that's why the white noise stopped, you thought as you carefully stepped down from the barstool. Ghost put his arm around your shoulders to help you out of the bar.
And as you stumbled along, you turned to the man at the bar who had a genuine smile on his lips as he looked at you. Your lips said, "Thank you," but your vocal cords didn't obey. The new acquaintance gave you only a nod before turning back to his drink. 
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neyswife · 1 year ago
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Touch(Neymar&reader)
Warnings: unprotected sex,fingering,unwanted touch,angst,smut!
Enjoy!
Minors:DNI!
Also:not proofread so...
So this is for the anon that I replied to. U can see in my last post the summary basically.i wrote u angst request ,it's not much but meh.
You and Neymar had an argument last night about him gaming all day and not giving u any attention.After arguing for a long time you finally decided to sleep."ney I can't keep up with you I'm too tired to do this".
"But I dont even play most of the time"
Ney just decided to call it off because you decided to sleep.he tried to cuddle with you most of the night but instead you ignored him.
It was 5:00 am in the morning and Neymar's alarm woke you both up because he had training,you didn't make it obvious you were awake so ney wouldn't start with the issues from last night this morning.
Ney wrote a note that said "let's talk it out" then left for training.
4:30pm(afternoon).
"I'm back!"Neymar shouted
"papiii" Davi ran towards your husband hugging him tightly.
"hi" is all you said walking back to the kitchen to make lunch.
You then noticed ney from the side of the kitchen just glancing at you,you couldn't even blame him because you were wearing a black push-up bra, a thong and a grey skims dress."what are you staring at?"you asked him in a questionable tone,"I'm not staring I'm just hungry".
Once you finished lunch, you grabbed Davi's suction cup and his divider plate and put veggies mash and gravy.You then plated up you and Neymar's food and called everybody for lunch.
Once lunch was finished u then headed to the kitchen to do the dishes,Neymar not far off trailing behind you to help. Ney then whispered in a raspy tone "your ass looks good", he tried to touch it but u hit his hand away". "To have that privilege you must say sorry". Neymar then left the kitchen ignoring your request.
9:23pm(night)
You decided to do a little laundry 🧺 while the casserole was in the oven. And just then,you were putting some clothes in the dryer then Neymar walked in."Hey babe we said we will talk it out please?". "I don't want to talk it out I want an apology".
"but"- you cut off ney before he could say anything. "it's straight and simple, why won't you apologize?" "Because I don't play fifa that much!". You then bent down again stuffing the clothes in the dryer and turning it on." This is a really stupid argument,I'm not wasting my energy on it".
9:40
After eating dinner,you went back to your job to wash dishes. Ney came up behind you and spanked your ass with full force making you jolt forward. "What the hell Neymar!"
"I'm sorry mi amor,please I can't do this any longer I need to feel you"Neymar said in a pleading tone.
"If u said sorry without the slap maybe I would've said yes", "so no".
You then put the dishes on the dryer heading upstairs to put Davi down for sleep.
You came back downstairs to find Neymar watching TV and manspreading on the couch.
You finished the laundry and just as you were cleaning the marble countertops,ney walked behind you and grabbed your waist and pulled u onto him."what do you want??". "I'm sorry babe but I just can't anymore I need you" ". Stop touching me". " no I won't stop".
Your attempt to free yourself from Neymar's sinful touch was useless he was too strong.
"let's take it to the bed"
"no, what about Davi"
"mmhhh he's fast asleep" ney mumbled into your ear.
Ney stripped and he asked,"why are you sitting there take off your clothes"
"you still haven't apologized to me,and if you want me in that bed today you will give me a sincere apology".
"fine I am very sorry (y/n) for not giving you enough attention yesterday I promise to give you attention this night to fill in for yesterday".ney gave you a kiss with a lot of deepness and compassion.
You then removed your dress and entered the bed with ney letting him finger-fuck you "Gosh you're so wet for me!" He said "mmh daddy yes I am😮‍💨" you said making him turn on the p switch and he fucked you in doggy style,spanking your ass repeatedly and groping on your boobs frequently.you made a lot of noise in the night but the feeling was so good you couldn't stop.
9:00 am(morning)
Ney was at home today so he slept in with you,most especially because you cockwarmed him the whole night.
You then all went down for breakfast with you,ney and Davi. Davi seemed really tired because he barely ate anything and was resting his head on the dining table.
"Davi what's wrong?" You asked with a worried look.
" I couldn't sleep well a lady was screaming and they were alot of construction noises (bed banging the wall)"
You choked on your coffee the moment you heard his response and you have ney a nasty glare while he just grinned at you.
I pulled this together fast due to my excitement for this request! Hope you enjoyed!
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things-can-be-seen-here · 7 months ago
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The worst bet ever [Face family fanfic]
Random FrUk because I was bored: Your prompt: Arthur staying up half the night to finish a game with Francis.
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It started out as a bet with their youngest, Alfred. That boy was really testing his parents ever since he started walking. 
But that was back then. Now, Alfred was 14 and thought he was the king of the world. He asked for everything he saw, and when he didn't get it, he just took it anyway.
Arthur was at his wit's end. And Francis just as much. They tried everything, but couldn't find a way to make Alfred do his chores, listen, study... anything!
When Alfred turned 12 he asked for a PS4 console. Back then, Francis gave him a goal, Arthur kept using it as a warning every time Alfred said "No!" to anything they asked him... and in the end, Alfred persuaded them. Ever since then, it was harder and harder to get the boy to do anything. Alfred was always glued to the console. All. The. Damn. Time. "Francis," Arthur growled, "this is the fifth night. Just give up already..." The whine didn't even seem to get through his husband. So he went to stand in front of the TV, frowning.
"Come on. Bed time. You have work tomorrow and I want to cuddle." Francis looked up and frowned back at Arthur: "Not now. I need to finish this." Arthur had to admit, he was offended by that. He even went as far as to ask for cuddles and all Francis said was 'not now' ?! How dare he?! "Excuse me. Not now?! Francis, this is ridiculous! You're a grown ass man and you spend all night playing that stupid game? And for what! I bet you even forget what you asked of Alfred!" Francis lost another round and groaned: "It's not about that anymore. It's about the principle. My pride is at stake at this point! I am not going to sleep until I either pass out, my alarm rings or I win." Francis' word seemed final and Arthur gave up. He rolled his eyes and walked off to the kitchen.  Francis was so incredibly stupid. Betting Alfred that he can beat his high score was ridiculous. Francis never played the game and Alfred... well it was all he ever did. Making two cups of tea, he walked back, sitting down next to Francis.  He still thought Francis was insane for doing this, but... he was his husband and he wanted to support him. (Okay, that was a lie. He just wanted to be near him.) "Jump now," he muttered, putting a blanket over their legs."
"You should wait or you get hit..." he hummed, stretching and sipping on his drink.
"See, I told you," he yawned when Francis didn't listen and died. "See, I told you," Francis mocked, "how the hell do you know what I'm supposed to do?!" Arthur shrugged.
"Last week I was doing crosswords when Alfred was playing. I got so mesmerized by how deep he was in the game, I couldn't stop watching. Some of it stuck with me, I guess. Climb up now, don't go down..." In similar fashion, Arthur guided Francis through places he remembered and lied his head on Francis' shoulder. Neither of them noticed that the sun had come out and the doors around the house started opening.
Matthew was the first one to come out, noticing his parents and coming to cuddle with them with a giggle. He tried to cuddle Francis, but the man was glued to the TV, his eyes big. "Daddy... what's papa doing?" Matthew asked, finding his place in Arthur's lap. "Papa went insane..." he mumbled and shook his head, "why are you up?" "Cuz our alarm went off..." Alfred yawned from the doors and watched Francis, "go up now!" Francis, thinking it was Arthur, jumped and... died. He stood up, ready to curse, when the screen light up. NEW HIGSCORE "Yes! Yes yes yes!" he yelled and grabbed Matthew, hugging him tightly.
Turning to Alfred, he smirked: "I won! I won and you lost the bet! Now go and... do the thing!" he said smugly. Alfred rolled his eyes with another yawn: "Sure. I'll clean my room when I get back from school."
Francis' jaw fell. "Is that... why I spend three nights up to beat that stupid game?!"
Alfred left and Matthew ran after him with a giggle. Arthur stood up and folded the blanket, shaking his head. "You're such a fool, Francis..."
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flamingbluepanda · 1 year ago
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AU Game
Oh baby this challenge was BUILT for me
Rules: use this au generator and this fic trope generator to generate a prompt, then write a drabble and tag some friends
I was tagged by @creepkinginc and @francesrose3
The au generator gave me a Steampunk au and the fic trope generator gave me "they finish eachothers sentences".....
U best believe I'm writing some mind link shenanigans
Ian huffed, boots pounding against the ground as he ran down the alley. He heard them charging after him on their fucking bikes, and tried frantically to reach out his emotions to his partner-
You'd better not be dead, if your dead I'll reanimate you and I'll fucking kill you. You'd better not be dead and you'd better be at the spot with a fucking car because I've got like five Capys on my tail.
"capybaras, move in!" Cried one of the leaders, and Ian cursed and hung a left into a side street. Stupid fucking gang with a stupid fucking name-
A wave of I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming to you hit him like a freight train, and Ian smiled even while he was mad- sure, Mickey had gotten him into this, but Mickey always got them out too.
He tried to send him an image of where he was, only to realize- fuck! Dead end!
He looked frantically between the three steel walled buildings, and cursed the stupid trend of having smooth outsides to your apartment- hadn't these people ever heard of a fire escape? They really trusted a single fire suppression system that much?
The Capy Gang's bikes purred as they circled around him, each of them with their signature bronze gear on their wrist. Their stupid steamatron capybara logo shone in the shaded alley way.
"I really don't want to get murdered by you weirdos," Ian said aloud, silently finishing that in his head with so you'd better come!
"you and your stupid little rat friend stole from us, Gallagher." Said Barry, hopping off his bike and flexing his muscles. He was a junior boss of the Capys, Ian knew, recently promoted and so fucking irritating about it.
Ian, stupidly, felt offended on Mickey's behalf.
"one, we may be gutter rats, but that's cooler than being a fucking capybara," Ian said, haunches rising. "And two, don't call him stupid, he's smarter than you. And finally, he's not my friend-"
There was an absolute roar of steam and gears and wheels screeching as a giant steamatron wolf leapt off the roof to Ian's left and landed between Ian and the Capys.
"I'm his fucking husband." Mickey finished, his leather coat fucking glowing to Ian's eyes.
"did you steal a steamatron from the fucking zoo?" Ian asked, gaping, and Mickey smirked over at him. "You like? I'm gonna name him Bazooka."
"what the fu-" Barry shouted, but was cut off by a swipe of a massive metal paw. Ian climbed on behind Mickey, grinning like a loon.
"we get the stuff?" Ian asked, and Mickey pulled a data disk out of his pocket. "You bet your ass we did."
"fucking gutter rats!" Someone shouted, pulling a pistol.
Mickey and Ian shared a grin.
"long live the gutter!" They shrieked in unison, and then dove into battle
Tagging @energievie @iant0jones @callivich @sleepyfacetoughguy aaaaaand @wh0lemilk0vich
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reikoackerman · 2 years ago
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Off Days with Levi (iii)
Characters: Levi x Rei (me)
Genre: Modern!au
Warnings: SFW, fluff. Extremely self-indulgent. Does not follow present timeline (aka there are no Ackerman Juniors, just Levi and I with our three dogs and two rabbits XD). Mentions of a FPS game.
A/N: I was doing a clay mask at 5pm and this stupid idea just came into my head I am sorry. Also..... I might write a continuation to this.......... hahaha.
It was a lazy afternoon, and Levi and I had nothing to do. We've cleaned the house, done the laundry, and even cleaned the dogs and changed the hay for the rabbits' cages. It was also raining heavily and we couldn't go out as well.
Levi was in his study room, playing CounterStrike with Erwin, Mike, and Moblit. I would usually join them during their games, but I suck at playing first-person shooter games and they managed to get Moblit to substitute me.
Rolling around in bed, I was scrolling through Instagram and I came across an advertisement about sheet masks. Just then, I had an idea. I went to my drawer and searched for a tub of clay mask that my cousin bought from Sydney. I excitedly clipped my fringe up with my Hello Kitty hair clips and went to the toilet, putting on the clay mask.
Returning back, I saw Levi lying on the bed. I didn't know his game ended so soon. Levi saw me returning and jumped.
"What the fuck is this greyish green shit on your face?"
"It's a clay mask, amour. The one I'm doing is supposedly good for moisturising my skin." I lay my head on Levi's chest, looking up to see what he was reading on his phone. It was a walkthrough on how to clear a certain chapter in his game.
"I know something else than can mosturise your skin better than this gross-smelling thing. It probably smells better too." Levi smirked and I rolled my eyes, hitting his thigh.
"No, Levi, I am not putting your cum on my face. Also, you should do it too. Your skin is looking kinda meh recently." I sat up right and went back to my drawer, fishing out another tub of clay mask. It was bluish unlike mine. I also took out a fluffy white headband with rabbit ears. Going back to the bed, I pulled Levi up and he complained his way from the room to the toilet.
I forced him to sit down on the toilet seat and made him wear the headband while I applied the clay mask on him.
"This is supposed to help your skin become glowy," I giggled. Levi looked like someone from the Avatar movie instead, his grey eyes and bluish skin making him look like an alien.
"And how long do I have to put this shit on my face? I want to continue gaming. We were taking a break and Moblit and I are about to kick Erwin and Mike's ass." Levi grumbled and wrinkled his nose again.
"Until the clay dries," I dragged Levi back to the bed, "and in this shitty weather, maybe 25 to 30 minutes. Also, no headphones during gaming. You're going to squash my rabbit headband." Levi groaned. I pulled him back to the room and he sat down on the chair, pulling out the wires of his headphones unwillingly.
Soon, the four of them were back online and continued playing their game. It was funny watching Levi, because there were a lot of times where he wanted to scratch his face, but he resisted the urge to do so because he didn't want to dirty his hands. I sneakily took a photo of Levi's face and sent it into my group chat with Erwin's, Mike's, and Moblit's spouses, giggling because I was anticipating their response. Levi gave me the side eye when he saw what I was doing, but he couldn't say anything because the microphone was on.
"Tch, that was easy," Levi muttered after 30 minutes. His game ended and they were all taking a break again. "can I wash this stupid thing off now?" I giggled and nodded, bringing Levi to the toilet, I helped him to wash off the clay mask and as he dried his face with his towel, he kept looking into the mirror. I sniggered and washed the mask off my face. My husband can be so vain sometimes.
"I told you, this will help your skin become glowy," laughing, I dried my face and did my skin care, "anyway, I'm not done with you yet, amour." Levi rolled his eyes again.
"What kind of weird shit are you going to put on my face again?" I gave him a small smile.
"I'm going to give you a facial tonight." Levi rolled his eyes.
"A what?"
"A facial, amour. It's good for your skin. You're going to love it, and you're going to thank me for it."
Levi continued to look at his face in the mirror, touching his jaw. His skin was indeed looking a little dry and dull. He looked at me while I was putting on my moisturiser. When I turned to look at him, Levi gave me a small smile.
"... okay."
"Yay!" I flung my arms around Levi, giving him a hug. "You're going to love it, really. And I promise you, you're going to ask me to do it again for you next time."
"We'll see." Levi followed me out of the toilet and we went back into the room. Levi took his phone and after a while he frowned. "What the fuck?" I peeped over his shoulder and laughed. Erwin sent him a message saying "nice mask" along with the photo I took of him. Erwin's wife, Mia, must have showed him the photo I sent in our chat. Mike replied saying "didn't know you were this vain, bro." and Moblit sent a laughing emoji in their chat. Levi rolled his eyes.
"Aww don't worry, they're just jealous," I joked, earning a flick to my forehead. Levi climbed onto the bed and pulled me into his embrace.
"Mon cœur." Levi spoke after keeping silent for a while. I gave a small hum in response. "Do that facial for me tonight." I laughed hearing him.
"Why, can't wait to show off to them?" I chuckled.
"Yeah, I'm going to make them jealous that my wife can do this for me." He sniggered and pulled me tighter into his embrace. We cuddled for a while more before Levi pushed himself off the bed. They were about to play their next round. "And for now, Moblit and I are going to kick their asses again."
As Levi continued playing his game, I couldn't maintain my excitement. In my head, I was already thinking of the skincare products I was going to use on Levi tonight, and how nice his skin is going to look after the facial. I couldn't wait for tonight to come faster.
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this-was-a-terrible-idea · 1 year ago
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ALRIGHT BEAN YOU DIDN'T RESTRICT THE BOOK RECS ASK SO HERE YOU GO: 1, 7, 8, 16, 18, 20, 23, 42, 51, 60, 62, 77, 87, 90, 91, 121, 124!! (you can skip any that you don't have an answer for and repeat whatever you want also ahhhh the ask won't let me make a new paragraph but it's @bi-bats)
😈 nyehehehe thank u for all the questions ily @bi-bats. kissing u on the forehead for this
1) a book that is close to your heart: i talk about it a lot but The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. the first book that ADHD problem child baby bean ever read and felt Seen in 💕
7) a book you did not finish: losing my MIND about Husband Material by Alexis Hall. i WANT to finish it but i legitimately CANNOT get over the fact that the author made one of the characters a vegan for ethical reasons after he had a whole ass Moment about a bacon sandwich and Expectations in the previous book. it is SO stupid that i can't get past this but alas
8) a book you finished in one sitting: Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall! yes this is the aforementioned previous book to the book in the last question
16) a book you'd recommend to your younger self: i think i would be a cooler person in general if i read more gothic lit in high school. cool is a relative term btw. i'm recommending to my younger self: read more Poe
18) your least favorite book ever: okay so this one is probably a Required Reading in High School bias, but Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe 😩
20) a book that got you out of a reading slump: Game Changer by Rachel Reid
23) a book that is currently on your TBR: The Secret of the Grande Chateau by Dr. Cecil H. H. Mills! this one is @jayzelnut's influence
42) a book that made you want to scream by the time you got to the end: Vicious by V.E. Schwab. look at what you've done to me misha
51) a book that you found underwhelming: ACOTAR
60) a book that you think about at 3am: The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey
62) a book with a forgettable plot but amazing characters: im being a bit salty here but The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan. the characters are wonderful but the plot (and in some ways the writing) of that book was mid, especially for it being the last book of the series
77) a book so useless that you could use it as a coaster: i got legitimate psychic damage from The Change Up by Meghan Quinn. i gave it a shot after i read and loved the Game Changers series by Rachel Reid bc i thought i might be judging sports romances too harshly but i was not.
87) a book with a predictable ending: is picking a romance book cheating? Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuinston
90) the longest book you've read: given that the official english translation was split up into five volumes, i'm gonna go with MDZS, aka The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, by MXTX. i haven't tallied up how many pages it is but each volume is a decent size so i'm making an assumption that its the longest book i've read
91) the shortest book you've read: if we aren't counting the micro story Warm Up by V.E. Schwab, the shortest book i've read is Galatea by Madeline Miller
121) a book that makes you nostalgic: oh buddy, you guessed it! any of the og Percy Jackson series
124) the book you're currently reading: oh, so many. Chalice of the Gods by Rick Riordan, Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins, Just like Home by Sarah Gailey. AND VICIOUS! I SWEAR I WILL FINISH ANNOTATING IT FOR YOU AAAAAAAAAH
book rec ask game!
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captaintoddpstewartus · 2 years ago
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You mentioned before that your wife was having sex with your friend, and he doesn’t know that you know about it. Is that still going on and does he still tell you about the secret hot wife he’s fucking?
Fuck yeah, it's still going on. It is fucking hot and I'm his confidant. He has no idea I know he's talking about fucking my wife. He tells me about the way he uses and abuses her. I never thought I'd get hard listening to a man talking about sex let alone talk about fucking my wife while he thinks I'm a clueless bastard who is too stupid to figure out it's my wife he's banging. He talks about how he flirts in front of the wife's husband blatantly which he does with Emz. It's this game he is playing and he tells Emz in front of me about how he is doing this guy's wife and whether she thinks it's wrong. She'll say things like as long as no one gets hurt and if the guy can't see what's really happening in front of him then maybe he deserves to be cheated on.
She'll play along like he's showing her how he flirts with the woman in front of her husband as he does it in front of me. She'll tell him it's so hot and not to stop. He's gone as far as saying he wishes it was her he was fucking right in front of me. She'll tell him if she was a dishonorable woman, she would love it too because it embarrassingly makes her hot. He asked her why and she told him because she shouldn't have those kinds of feelings. She said she bets the woman really enjoys it. She asked him if he thought the woman was fucking her husband after he left to which he said of course, because that's how she keeps the suspicion to a minimum.
The other night she hinted that she thought I would like how he would flirt with the woman and do it in front of me. When she told him that it took their inappropriate flirty behavior to another level. My cock is hard as a rock right now typing this. I can't wait to see how this progresses. She told him she was busy this week with our friends who are here for a funeral and their mom got admitted to the hospital. We had a very hot night with them a couple of nights ago to take their minds off things. He fucked Emz good. I invited a friend to fuck his wife with me. Thought she wore me out until Emz told me how she got it. I came in her mouth and her pussy.
Tonight, we saw them again. I brought two friends and his wife did not disappoint. She is a complete and total slut. I've never seen a woman gobble and take cock like her. Emz is getting there finally. Emz said the husband didn't disappoint either. Man, feeling his cum in her afterwards is a feeling I can't describe. Knowing he owned the shit out of that pussy and she gave it up to him willingly and begged for it makes me nut hard. She let my two friends fuck her too. They barely had enough left from fucking my close friend earlier.
Emz is really starting to take after her two mentors. I can't wait for her other mentor to come here with her husband. I want to fuck her badly and Emz wants to try pegging the guy. Such a weird thing but she wants to tear that ass up as she put it. Emz says some of the darnedest things.
This weekend, she will see my friend again and we'll watch how things unfold. I like the direction it's going in. I wonder how he'll react when we finally tell him I've known all along.
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