#POTS rep

[too-energetic-to-be-aesthetic]

I need a Daredevil fic where Matt is acting really shifty around a new client. Foggy and Karen have no idea why he’s being so weird until he tells them that their client’s heartbeat is off and he doesn’t trust them. This causes everyone in the office to do different “tests” to figure out the cause of the client’s suspicious behavior. The client has POTS and is just really confused on why their lawyers are acting so weird.

[feline-evil]

Dethvanity is really funny to me conceptually as an episode because you can see how little they had to make the characters insecure about for the bit. They swing for obvious lowblow choices with Pickle' baldness and Nathan's weight and even those require some suspension of disbelief because ok. Sure. Nathan '(said extremely proudly) never skipped a meal in my life!' Explosion is insecure about being a big man now. Nathan *guy who everyone thinks is smoking hot 99% of the time* Explosion is a tiny bit larger than usual and is insecure about it now. Lol. Lmao even.

But anyway then we hit Skwisgaar and Toki and there's like NOTHING to swing for, you can see them going uhhh ok Skwis doesn't sleep he probably drinks a lot of coffee, and Toki? Shit, what does Toki have to be insecure about with his looks. He's perfect, he's adorable, he's ripped. Um. FUCK IT, HE'S DOING NOTHING BUT EATING LEMONS. WE GOT NOTHING, WE GOT NOTHING, JUST GIVE THE BOY CITRUS FRUITS.

WOE 🍋 BE UPON YE

I'm sure i could make some smarter points about the attempts at applying vanity in this ep and how outside of this and a few other moments i do actually like that the show rarely takes pot shots at things like Nathan's weight, but you see Nathan has shirtless scenes in this one and so my intelligence is impeded when all the blood rushes out of my head and into my-

[cloverdragons]

I cause so much pain to myself because I'm in pain. I don't know how to cope with pain without causing more pain.

[1pcii]

yea long media of a different type/genre is the One Piece of its kind but have you considered that one Piece is shonen Homestuck

[annabelle--cane]

wait you had a follower in 2020 who would get mad when YOU. bisexual evanhansen. would post about queer inclusion. who did they think you were 💀

to clarify they would get mad when I'd post about, like, pan and aspec inclusion, not just general queer stuff, but Yeah. I assume it was the same person cause the asks would have very similar formats and every time they'd react with shock and dismay, saying things like "WOW I can't believe you're so stupid despite being a real lgbt, how can you think this???" every few weeks for a good four months.

[arinrowan]

It is hard to focus on being sad and anxious when you have gotten to pet 7 (seven) new cats in one day in exchange for baked goods, 5 (five) which were long hair, and 3 (three) which were MAINE COONS.

[garygoldenbignaturals]

why do most indonesian vtubers have like #FFFF00 color skin

[lem0nademouth]

where are all the AMAB ppl w POTS. i know y’all exist. i have never seen it in the wild but i have faith you are real.

[nyankochan]

Hashira Training: Wifely Duties

Synopsis: Your husband is working hard to train the members of the Demon Slayer corps in preparation for the upcoming battle with Muzan. However, they seem a bit stressed. You decide to help in other ways, like a good wife. Pairings: [SEPARATE] Uzui x Reader, Giyu x Reader, Obanai x Reader, Sanemi x Reader, Rengoku x Reader, Gyomei x Reader

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, oral male & female receiving, dacryphilia (Uzui), bath sex (Uzui), bondage (Obanai), pregnancy (Himejima), unprotected sex, rough sex (Sanemi), overstimulation, breeding (Rengoku), I hope I didn’t forget anything else but sorry if I did.

Word count: 7.2K (bruh)

A/N: Just finished the Hashira Training Arc. No anime episode has ever stressed me more than that finale...Added Rengoku as a hypothetical what-if since he's my favorite hashira. Muichiro excluded since he's a little baby but I still love him.

Uzui Tengen: Former Sound Hashira

“Move your asses! If you don’t finish the last rep, no dinner for you tonight!”

Your husband’s loud voice carries a great distance, no surprise coming from the former sound hashira. This allows you to find him and your other co-wives fairly easily as you make your way up the mountain side where Tengen’s endurance camp had been set up.

You’re met with a somewhat…comedic(?) sight..of your flashy husband dressed in a casual kimono swinging a wooden sword at the fallen demon slayers who were clearly on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. You couldn’t help but feel pity for the poor kids.

“If you don’t get it together you’ll never survive what the other hashira have in store,” Tengen huffed, seemingly more annoyed than angry.

“Now now, Tengen-sama, don’t be so hard on the kids,” you sigh, setting down the extra pot you had been tasked with bringing to help prepare dinner. “You’ll end up giving them all nightmares.”

The way Tengen’s face lights up when he sees you makes your heart flutter. "Y/n! I was wondering where you went off to."

"I asked her to go back home to grab another stew pot," Makio chimed in, all while throwing a subtle glare towards a Suma. "Since someone forgot to do what they were told and bring it like asked.

Suma proceeds to hide behind you and Hinatsuru as you help her with the rice for the onigiri. "Uwahh! Y/n-san! Hinatsuru-san! Makio-san is targeting me again!"

"Please, don't start," You sigh.

"We all need to do our part," Hinatsuru said, like the mature woman of the group she was. "Let's do our best with dinner so that we aren't inconveniencing Tengen-sama."

With four sets of hands, you guys get dinner done by sundown, the smell of fresh onigiri and beef stew wafting through the air. However, the poor demon slayers were so worn out from your husband's brutal training, you don't think any of them would have the energy to even think about eating. Still, Tengen snaps at them to do so as to not let you all's hard work go to waste.

"Tengen-sama, please try to relax a little," you gently say, tugging on the end of his kimono. You offer him a bowl you had prepared. "It's not good to get so worked up."

Although grateful, Tengen doesn't say anything as he takes the food you offered, sipping the broth in silence.

That night, you soak in the Uzui Manner's private onsen, the stress of the day clouding your thoughts. You’re worried. You know the final battle against Muzan will inevitably happen, but you’re terrified. For your friends. For your family. What if Tengen has to come out of retirement to help? What if you and your co-wives are caught in the middle like in the Red Light District?

You’re so in your head that you don’t even hear the door open and someone enter. “What a surprise. I thought you were in bed by now.”

Tengen’s voice startles you and you’re quick to sink into the water to cover yourself. Your husband’s laughter fills your ears. “What are you being shy for?” Clad in nothing but a towel, you gawk at your husband’s physique. Despite officially retiring from the Demon Slayer Corps, his consistent training kept him in shape.

“You just surprised me…that’s all…”

Tengen settles behind you in the bath, the water sloshing as he enters and pulls you into his lap. You relax against his chest. “You wanna tell me what you were thinking about?” He asks, tracing his hand down your side making you shiver involuntarily.

“N-no….its nothing. But you seemed stressed earlier, Tengen-sama. Is there anything I can do for you.”

Tengen sighs, leaning back against the edge of the bath, arms spread and muscles tense. “It’s nothing, love, don’t worry.”

You frown. You then turn so that you’re straddling Tengen’s lap, the water splashing with your movement. Tengen raises a brow in confusion, but doesn’t question your actions. “P-please allow me to help you, Tengen-sama.”

Tengen chuckles, cupping your cheek gently. “You already do more than enough for me, and for that I’m very grateful.” The kiss he pressed against your lips starts off soft, only to grow more intense and desperate. You squirm, letting out a small whimper.

Feeling you rock against him, Tengen groans, his cock beginning to harden. He scoops you up underneath your thighs with one hand, not breaking your kiss. As he lays you down on the onsen deck, you shiver at the cold feeling of the stone. Tengen trails gentle kisses down your neck while his fingers grace your clit, stimulating the sensitive nerves.

“W-wait. W-wait,” you suddenly protest. Tengen pulls back, worried he hurt you. “I-I want to be of use to you, Tengen-sama. Please let me please you.”

Tengen wears a rather perplexed expression before chuckling. He sits back on the end of the bath. “Ok then, please me.”

You drop to your knees before your husband, taking his cock gently into your hands. It’s already stiff with arousal, pre pearling at the fat tip. Your finger traces the thick vein running up the side of Tengen’s length, making him twitch.

Tengen groaned as your warm mouth enveloped him, his head leaning back in satisfaction as his fingers gripped your hair tightly. You immediately began to suck, feeling your jaw strain as he began to swell in size. Tears prickled in your eyes, and you rest your hands on Tengen’s thighs to steady yourself.

"Mhmm fuck," Tengen moaned deeply. His low raspy voice only turned you on more. He gripped Your hair harsher and pulled you closer; you nearly gag. "Fuck. Don't stop. Use your hand. Fuck. There you go.”

You eagerly obliged, sucking him harder and taking more of him, or as much as you could cause he was just so damn big. Tears trickle down your cheeks, and it takes all Tengen’s willpower to not buck into your mouth. The sight of you looking at him so innocently, crying as you try to take his size almost has him coming down your throat. You can tell he’s close to his release from the way he tenses, muscles tightening, yet he quickly pulled you away.

“T-Tengen-sama?” You question, out of breath. Before you can react, Tengen has you pulled into his lap and your knees pressed to your chest with his arms wrapped under your legs in a rather embarrassing position that has your cunt exposed. In a single thrust, the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and you’re crying out.

Tengen rests his head against your back, breathing heavily. “You’re so good to me.” He groans at the feeling of your warm cunt wrapping snuggly around him. “I love you so much.” Tengen’s grip tightens, pulling your legs back further as his hips buck up, stretching you further. The slightly uncomfortable position makes you whimper.

“But tonight, I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”

Iguro Obanai: Serpent Hashira

You know how ruthless and impatient your husband can be, so you pity the poor slayers who were stuck in the vicious vice-like hold Obanai’s training has. Most of them had been there for at least a week, if not more, unable to perform at a level that satisfied your husband. So, you’ve taken on somewhat of a nurse role, providing first aid to the many bruises, welts and rope burns the slayers received as part of the training. Your hope was that your treatment would lessen the pain of entering the baths.

“There! All done,” you say, closing up your first aid kit having just treated the cut on one member’s face. “Next time, remember to guard your vital spots. You’re lucky it was only training. A demon wouldn’t be so forgiving.”

“R-right! T-thank you Mrs. Iguro!”

You wave the slayer off as you finish packing your things up. Though you try to ignore it, you can still hear the whispering about your husband.

“How did such a sweet woman end up with a man like the serpent hashira?”

“Yeah the only real demon here is him…”

You grit your teeth in annoyance, prepared to say something when the sliding doors slam open. The atmosphere tenses as your husband walks in, a very angry and intense aura surrounding him.

“If you have time for idle chatter then you must not have worked hard enough,” Obanai scowled, Kaburamaru hissing around his neck. The slayers all quickly scramble to their feet and ran to grab their swords and avoid Obanai’s wrath.

You tug on his haori, stopping him from moving. “Dear, be nice.”

The scowl on his face somewhat softens only to immediately return when a new person announces their presence: Kamado Tanjiro.

“I look forward to training under you,” Tanjiro says, as cheerful as ever. Either he didn’t see your husband’s murderous look or he didn’t care. “Ah! Hello to you too Mrs. Y/n!”

You return the bright smile with one of your own. “It’s great to see that you’ve recovered well, Kamado-kun.”

“Oí! Don’t be so casual with my wife like you’re friends!” Obanai snapped. “And the rest of you stop gawking at her!”

You can only sigh. Of course, anything that you said practically went in one ear and out the other, and Obanai was so rough with the trainees you were surprised he didn’t break anything. Poor Tanjiro in particular seemed to get the brunt of your husband’s annoyance, leaving him with thankfully only some bruising since the training was conducted with practice swords instead of real blades. However, Obanai wouldn’t let treat anyone’s wounds this time around. The moment he ordered for them to scram somewhere, he dragged you out the dojo and back to the main house.

His grip on your wrist was tight, and you knew better than to protest when he was in his foul moods. But the fact that he hadn’t uttered a single word was making you somewhat anxious for what was to come. Was he somehow pissed off at you too?

Once you make it to your shared room and Kaburamaru slithers off somewhere, Obanai closes the sliding door. It’s just the two of you, the tension in the air is suffocating.

“U-um…O-Obanai…a-are you mad?” you try to break the silence only to receive the most piercing glare from your husband’s dual colored eyes, making you hush up instantly.

“Mad?” Obanai scoffs. “Nothing you do can make me mad at you. But…” His eyes trained to yours as he backs you into your shared futon. “I hate the way those idiots gawk and act too friendly with you. You’re my wife. You’re mine and mine alone.”

Obanai grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. His intense gaze while nerve racking is so insanely attractive that you’re whimpering quietly, trying to rub your thighs together in desperate need. Obanai picks up on this and lets out a low chuckle.

“I guess I have to remind you in other ways that you belong to me. Clothes. Off.”

You quickly start taking your kimono off, untying the Obi sash. Clearly you don’t move fast enough for your husband’s liking as he flips you on to your back and starts pulling the fabric off of you.

“W-wait, O-Obanai!” Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Obanai ignores your pleas, and proceeds to use your obi to intricately tie up your l your wrists behind your back, pinning your arms almost uncomfortably together.

“Don’t you look pretty,” Obanai hums in amusement, pleased with the way the bindings were. He grabs your wrists and forces you to bend over, ass in the air. Obanai nudges your legs up to have a clear view of your dripping cunt, to which he inserts a finger, then two. You helplessly squirm against the restraints, keening against his touch.

“You’re so greedy,” Obanai scoffs. “You’re just sucking my fingers in.”

“Please, Obanai,” you beg. “I need you inside me.”

“Hm…since you asked so nicely.”

You hear him shuffle around, presumably to remove his clothes. You then feel the heat of his chest as he leans over you. Although he was somewhat rough with the restraints, Obanai is tender when he kisses your shoulder blade.

With one hand on you waist and the other on your wrists, Obanai inches his cock into you, groaning at how tight you feel around him. He bottoms out easily and you moan at the uncomfortable arch the position puts you in.

“M-move…p-please…” you whimper.

Obanai chuckles. He pulls out just to the tip before thrusting back in, setting a rough yet steady pace. His cock reaches so deep thanks to the position he has you in, making you gasp each time it kisses your cervix.

“Fuck…you feel so good…” Obanai groans. Usually he’s not one to be overly vocal during sex, but the heat of your cunt was just so addicting and he thought he would lose his mind.

“P-please…” you stumble over your words as he pounds into you. “C-can I hold you?”

Obanai falters briefly, his chest feeling strangely full. How do you always find a way to be so sweet to him? You were going to be the death of him.

Nonetheless, he unties the knot to release your wrists. He flips you over, realigning his throbbing cock at your entrance. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist to pull him close. Both of you let out shaky moans as he thrusts back in. You gently kiss at the scars on his mouth, and he shivers in response, taking one of your hands to intertwine with his.

“I love you,” he mutters so quietly you almost don’t catch it. You nuzzle into his touch.

“I love you too.”

Shinazugawa Sanemi: Wind Hashira

You’re currently pissed at your husband and ignoring him. You ignoring him has him even more pissed off, so the Shinazugawa mansion is tense and a literal war zone. The impending war against Muzan is inevitable. While you understand that, you see no reason why your husband has to be such a dick to everyone. Especially to his own younger brother.

“That damn bastard, who does he think he is, going off the rails like that,” you angrily mutter under your breath as you threat Genya’s injuries. He winced at the antiseptic on his cut. You frown. “Sorry sweetheart…”

“It’s ok…Y/n-nee…” Genya says half heartedly. The recent fight between the Shinazugawa brothers ended up escalating to a dangerous point. If it weren’t for Tanjiro’s interference, there probably would’ve been more injuries. And having known the Shinazugawa brothers since childhood, you were fiercely protective of Genya. So seeing Sanemi attack his brother the way he did without any hesitation was literally your last straw.

“I’m sorry…” Genya said.

“Hm? For what?”

“For causing trouble in you and nii-san’s marriage…” the younger boy avoids looking you in the eye. “if only I could use breathing techniques and weren’t so weak…then maybe he’d acknowledge me.”

“Awe, Gen, don’t say that,” you say, pulling the younger boy into a tight hug against your chest. “Your actions have nothing to do with my marriage. Your brother is just being a pain in the ass but that doesn’t mean I still don’t love him. I know he has a shitty way of showing it, but he does care. I’m sorry that you’ve somehow gotten in the middle of our marital problems. I promise things will get better. For all of us.”

You finish tending to his injuries before placing a tender kiss on his forehead, like you used to do when you were kids. Still, Genya’s face explodes red at your babying, making you laugh as you take your exit. As you leave, you’re surprised to see your husband standing outside the door with his arms crossed. Your face sours.

“The fuck you want?” You snap.

“Still got a fuckin attitude?” He retorts.

“Says you.” You walk off in a huff. Sanemi sighs and runs after you.

“Y/n, wait. Please talk to me.”

“About what?” You say bitterly. “I don’t got shit to say to you after the stunt you pulled. I don’t want to hear anything from you unless it’s an apology.”

“Fuck, fine I’m sorry! Now will you listen to me?!” Sanemi desperately said, grabbing a hold of your wrist to stop you. Your eyes narrow, not trusting his words. “Look. I know I was wrong but I can’t take anymore of you ignoring me and doting all over Genya.”

You snatch your hand away, scowling. “So now you’re jealous of your kid brother? I used to change his goddamn diapers.”

“That’s not…ugh fuck. Come with me!” Once more Sanemi grabs your arm, dragging you through the manner against your protests. He brings you to your shared room, which for the past few weeks you’ve stopped sleeping in out of spite. Sanemi closes the door, locking it shut.

“Now what? You got me alone.” You scoff.

“Ugh just shut up!” Sanemi yells, grabbing your chin and kissing you frantically, almost desperately. Your response is muffled and your knees immediately go weak as he forces his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss. You’re gasping for air by the time Sanemi pulls away. He buries his head into your shoulder, inhaling your scent that he’s missed so much.

“I’m sorry…dammit…” Sanemi’s voice cracks slightly. “I don’t want to lose you too. I couldn’t bear losing another person so important to me…so please, stop being mad at me…I’m sorry.”

“Nemi…” You cup his cheek before pinching it harshly making him hiss. “You dumbass. That’s what this was all about?I didn’t realize you were this goddamn emotionally constipated.” You sigh, Sanemi now glaring at you while rubbing his cheek. You gently kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m not going anywhere any time soon, okay? I promise.”

Sanemi exhales, almost like a sigh of relief. “Okay.” He kisses you again, this time gentler as if he’s afraid you’ll leave. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. “I’ve missed you.” Sanemi muttered. His hands begin to wander, trailing up the side of your waist under your uniform.

“Did you miss me, or my body?” You tease.

“Mhm? Both.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Yet you love me anyway.”

Sanemi kisses you again with more force, all while guiding you down to your shared futon. His hands are rough, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples that stiffen at his touch. You roll your hips upward to press against the growing bulge in his pants. Sanemi groans, biting your lip.

“You like testin’ my patience, don’t you?” Sanemi huffs.

“That depends,” you taunt, beginning to unbutton your uniform top. Sanemi swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You gonna do something about it?”

Sanemi grit his teeth. He grabbed you by the waist, flipping you on your backside, the rest of your clothes torn off from his own impatience. “It looks like I’ll just have to fuck the attitude out of you.”

Your husband makes do of his promise, fucking you senseless into the sheets, weeks of built up tension between the two of you finally being released. He’s aggressive and rough, gripping at your hips so tightly they’d probably bruise. Your neck is littered with bite marks, while Sanemi’s already scared torso has fresh red scratches from the way you grabbed at him. Not that he minded.

“F-fuck,” Sanemi groaned, relishing the way you clenched around his cock. His hips snapped against yours, making you gasp and shudder. “Fuck I missed this. I missed you. Don’t ever fucking ignore me again.”

“N-Nemi, please, I’m close,” you whimper.

Sanemi grins. He puts your legs over his shoulder, pressing down to pin your thighs back in a mating press. The position, though uncomfortable, allows for his cock to reach even deeper. You feel so deliciously full, Tears prickling in your eyes. you cover your mouth trying to hide the sultry moans leaving your lips.

“Nope, I need to hear you,” Sanemi pants, pulling your hair. Your cries are music to his ears. “I need everyone to know how good I fuck my beautiful wife.”

He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away your stray tears before kissing you tenderly. His pace faltered just a bit, making his thrusts more sloppy as his low grunts turned into airy moans. "Ah fuck I'm gonna come."

Sanemi gave one last deep thrust that had you gasping for air. You shivered feeling yourself be filled while your own orgasm hit. After he was sure he finished, Sanemi pulled out and sat back on his heels. He stared down you with a satisfied look on his face as some of his seed leaked from your swollen sex.

He scooped up some that spilled on to the bed and shoved it back into you. You whimpered from the overstimulation. "N-no more."

"Don't tell me what to do," Sanemi huffed. He aligned his cock at your entrance again and sank in with ease. He lets out a satisfied sigh and pulls you to his chest. "There. Now it'll stay in."

Tomioka Giyu: Water Hashira

“Tomioka-San? Hello! Tomioka-San? Excuse me? Are you there? Sorry to bother you. It’s Kamado Tanjiro!”

It’s the third day in a row the young boy has come by. At this point, you find it quite comical but you can tell your husband is losing his patience.

“Just entertain him, dear,” you say, folding up the laundry. “You know he’s not going to stop until you answer.”

Giyu doesn’t say anything before picking up his katana and leaving the room. You sigh. He had been so distant since the hashira training started. For some reason, he opted not to participate, and you could only assume that’s why Tanjiro’s been by every day to convince him otherwise. Nothing you could say would really change his mind either. The last few nights Giyu had been staying out later, only returning when he knew you’d fallen asleep and leaving first thing in the morning.

You didn’t want to push and pry, but you hope he’d open up soon. Or maybe, hopefully Tanjiro could talk some sense into him. You decide to at least go to the door and greet the boy.

“Giyu-San!? Maybe he’s not home…”

“He just left, in fact,” you say, opening the door. “Maybe you can catch him for me.”

“Ah! Y/n-san! H-hello! Sorry if I disturbed you!” Tanjiro said with a bow.

“No not at all! You’re always welcome here.” You then sigh. “Sorry my stubborn husband is causing you such trouble. If it’s not too much to ask, please talk some sense into him. I’m sure whatever it is it’s important.

Tanjiro smiled. “Of course! Leave it to me!”

For the next five days, Tanjiro shows up, trying to get your husband to talk to him. You’re thoroughly entertained by the situation that you do little to mitigate, ignoring Giyu’s obvious and desperate looks for help. After almost two weeks of this, Giyu finally comes home early one night with a rather defeated expression. You’re in bed reading when he enters your shared room and immediately collapses on the futon.

“Rough day?” You tease.

“Tanjiro doesn’t know when to quit,” Giyu sighs. He sheds his haori and places his is katana off to the side. “He wanted to have a soba eating contest?”

You laugh. “Did you win?”

“No. I yielded and promised to help with the hashira training.” Giyu doesn’t seem to thrilled by it from the tone of his voice. You frown, close your book and motion for your husband closer. Like a child, he crawls into your lap, laying his head against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Giyu sighs contently, inhaling your scent.

“Why were you so against participating in the first place? I’m sorry, but I’m having trouble understanding,” you say, gently running your fingers through his long hair, pulling it out of his usual ponytail.

“Can we talk about it later?” Giyu mumbles. He nuzzles his face into your chest. “I just wanna hold you right now.”

You cup Giyu’s cheeks, forcing him to look at you. You smile. “It’s ok. I’m here for you.” You kiss him gently. Giyu relaxes into the kiss, groaning at the softness of your lips. “I love you so much. Don’t forget, okay?”

Giyu exhales. “Okay.”

He kisses you again, this time with more urgency. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close as you lay back down into the futon. Giyu trails kisses down the side of your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. His wandering hands tug at your nightgown, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His hair tickles your cheek making you giggle.

“Come on,” you tease, unbuttoning the top of Giyu’s uniform. “Clothes off.” His cheeks were flushed red, and his arousal was evident from the growing bulge in his pants.

“Help me, will you?” Giyu asks, shyly hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He watches while you unbuckle his belt and losen his trousers so that they fall to the floor. He could almost sigh from the instant relief when you release his erection from the confines of his boxers.

You give his cock a few languid strokes, making Giyu shudder in response. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out.

“A-ah…f-feels good…” Giyu groans. He has to steady himself on his elbows, resting his forehead against yours. It takes all his strength not to cum right there on the spot. He hikes your leg up around his waist and aligns his cock at your dripping entrance. “Relax, okay? I got you.”

Giyu slowly thrusts in, your wetness causing little resistance. You both groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hips buck upwards, searching for more.

“G-Giyu, m-more,” you plea.

Your husband grunted and picked up the pace. He couldn't get the enough of the way you felt around him. The way your gummy walls would convulse with each snap of his hips. Your high pitched and needy moans for him and him alone nearly drove him over the edge.

"T-there! A-again!" You beg. You wrap your arms around Giyu’s shoulders to hold him close. Capturing your lips again, Giyu sucked hard on them in order to bruise. His thumb jabbed against your clit.

The action caused You to cum. You squealed, biting down on his tongue, making him growl. Your clit pulsated, feeling like it was still vibrating. Tingles raced through veins, rocking your entire body.

"F-fuck, I'm close!" Giyu pants.

His own high was reaching. His thrusts became less rhythmic and more sloppy. Low grunts and moans left his lips. The feeling of You tightening around his dick even more was enough to send him over the edge.

He comes with a low groan. His body rocks and he collapses on top of you, burrying his head into the crook of your neck once more. You squirm feeling him release into your womb.

Giyu pulls out, almost reluctantly and pulls you into his chest. He holds you close as you lull off to sleep. Before you doze off you hear your husband mutter a soft “I love you.”

Himejima Gyomei: Stone Hashira

“Damn it!” You huff. “Why…huff…did his…huff…training…huff…have to be on top of a stupid mountain!”

You slowly waddle your way up the top of the mountain side, on your way to deliver lunch to your husband who had been preoccupied for weeks with the Hashira training. He barely had been home. If he was, it was usually long after you had gone to sleep just to check on you and your unborn child. Then, he was gone before dawn to resume the training.

You missed him dearly. You hated how empty and cold your futon felt without his warmth. You hated how antsy you felt with not only the fear of the upcoming battle with Muzan looming in the distance, but the anxiety knowing that your due date was approaching within the next month. Sitting around was driving you crazy, so you took it upon yourself to make your husband a home cooked meal and bring it to him, asking the crow to guide you. What you didn’t expect was him to be at the top of a literal fucking mountain.

“Ugh I can’t do this…” you groaned, pausing at a random tree to rest. “My feet are cramping and if this child kicks me in my bladder one more time…”

“Eh? Mrs. Himejima?”

“Eh? Ah! Genya!” While you’re thrilled to see the boy that you’ve quite honestly grown attached to like your own child, he on the other hand is freaking out. Why were you out here alone in your condition? Did Himejima know that you were here? What should he do? Help you get home?

“Genya, have you seen Gyomei?” You eagerly ask, grabbing the boy’s hands. “I was trying to surprise him with lunch, but I kinda got lost on my way up here. It’s such a ways away from the other hashira isn’t it.”

“U-um I-I,” Genya stammered. He then sighed. He couldn’t say no to you when your expression was so innocent. He also wouldn’t forgive himself he let you get hurt. “Ok. I’ll lead the way. P-please be careful. Let me know immediately if you need anything!”

“Of course!”

You follow Genya down a path, asking the boy how his training has been with the other hashira. Eventually, the sound of roaring water fills your ears and you both arrive to a massive water fall.

“Namu Amida Butsu,” someone chants and you realize that there are demon slayers standing under the water, bracing the impact.

“Oh my, this is Gyomei’s training?” You gasp.

“Only the first part,” Genya sighs. “Most people collapse and don’t get past the rest.”

“I see.” You’re not that surprised that your husband’s session was the seemingly most physically challenging and demanding. It would of course be no issue for him as his giant stature and inhuman strength made even the most impossible of tasks look like a breeze. But you feel for the younger ones who haven’t quite figured out how to unlock that same inner strength.

“Eh? Wait? Is that Zenitsu!?” You exclaimed, realizing you recognized a head of yellow hair floating down the river. “Ehh! Oh dear! Zenitsu!”

“Wait! Mrs. Himejima!”

You’re already waddling toward the riverbed, trying to reach out and grab the seemingly unconscious boy. You strain as you try your best to grab him, but he slips past you. The rocks are slick with water and before you realize it, you lose your balance. Before you tumble forward, someone grabs you by your waist and gently lifts you out of the river.

“My love, what ever are you doing here?” The low, calm rumble of your husband’s voice fills your ears. Your cheeks warm as your face lights up in excitement.

“Gyomei!” You turn in his arms to hug him around his neck. “I missed you! I bought you lunch! Come on, let’s eat it before it gets cold.”

Gyomei chuckles. “Let’s get you out of the wet clothes first so you do not catch a cold.” He looks over to Genya and gives a slight nod. “Thank you for looking after her. You can be done for the day, Genya.”

“R-right! Thank you, sensei.”

You talk your husband’s ear off about nonsense, him listening with a smile on his face as he carries your back home. By the time you make it back though, you’re sneezing, shivering slightly from the cold.

“My love, what ever were you doing up there?” Gyomei asks, setting you down. He gently unties your Obi, sliding the wet kimono off your shoulders. “You could’ve been hurt, dear.”

“I wanted to surprise you with lunch…” you say somewhat bash fully. “I haven’t seen you much and I’ve really missed you.”

Gyomei softly smiles. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.” He unties the juban undergarment and you’re left completely bare and exposed before him.

You feel slightly self conscious. Your body has changed so much from the pregnancy. Your breasts were constantly swollen and tender. Your stomach now round and full with stretch marks streaking across your thighs. Yet, Gyomei’s hands are gentle as he explores the new changes to your body. His fingers grace over the curve of your belly, smiling as he feels his baby…your baby…kick against his palm.

“It’s ok…” you let out a shaky breath. “I know it’s your job.”

“No, my first priority is you and will always be you,” Gyomei insists.

“M-mei, can you touch me?” You plea.

“But you’re so far along now. I do not wish to hurt you, my love.”

“You won’t!” Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been missing the gentle intimacy with your husband due to his busy schedule. Either way, you’re finding yourself overcome with desire, wanting nothing but for Gyomei to take and fill you up. “Please?”

Gyomei sighs. He can’t say no to you. “If I hurt you at any point please let me know.”

Laying down, Gyomei pulls you by your waist over his face, his hot breath tickling your core. Your face flushes. “W-wait, Mei, I’ve gained so much weight cause of the pregnancy. I’m so much heavier now and-“

“I don’t care,” Gyomei says, his gentle hands caressing your skin. “You can sit.”

“B-but-“

“Sit.”

The command leaves your legs weak and you settle down over your husband’s face. He grips your waist as he begins to eat you out. You gasp, for some reason more overly sensitive than usual.

“M-Mei-“ you whimper. You rock your hips in tangent with his tongue. Gyomei’s touch tickles your skin. He traces the curve of your stomach, making you shiver. He cups your breasts. They feel larger, and more swollen than usual in preparation to breastfeed. Your nipples are more sensitive too, stiff from Gyomei playing with them.

Your thighs try to clench shut, which Gyomei puts an immediate stop to. He forces your legs open wider to have deeper access to your dripping cunt as he greedily laps up everything you drop. Your essence is so sweet and he can never get enough of you.

As much as he hates to admit it, he’s hated how much his responsibilities as hashira have taken his focus away from you. He’s missed your touch, your taste. He’s missed your scent and your presence. He has noticed all the subtle ways your body has changed and he hates that he hasn’t been around more often to witness it.

“A-ah, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, gripping at Gyomei’s hair. You let out a soft cry as your orgasm hits. Your body shudders and you feel your clit tingle as Gyomei sucks on the sensitive nerves. He laps up your release, squeezing your hips to ground himself. “W-wait. T-too much.” Suddenly, a second orgasm rocks your body that leaves you gasping. Your legs have lost their feeling, and you couldn’t stand even if you wanted to.

Gyomei pulls you into his lap. He hugs you into his chest, his hands snaking under your stomach to lift it gently and provide you some sort of relief. You sigh contently now that some of the weight was lifted.

“Are you alright my love?” Gyomei asks, kissing the back of your neck.

“Mm..” Your cheeks flush as you can feel your husband’s straining erection by sitting on his lap. His hard cock presses against his pants, yet he makes no effort to deal with it. “M-mei, do you…um want some help with…”

Gyomei chuckles, his chest rumbling. “Please do not worry about me, love. Your comfort and pleasure is my first priority.”

Rengoku Kyojuro: Flame Hashira

Like Uzui, Rengoku came out of retirement to help with the Hashira training. His session would take place after one passed Tokito’s endurance training and focused on working on Total Concentration Breathing.

Seems easy, no?

Reality is most people pass out due to their inability to regulate their breathing correctly, thus having to start the process all over again. Your job is to go around a bring water to keep the slayers hydrated. But most are unable to drink due to the constricting feeling of the lungs after trying to recover from constantly using total concentration breathing. That along with the other physical strains it puts on the body. So you just do your best to encourage people to drink when they can.

“Come now! You must focus on the flow of your breathing and raise your awareness of your entire body!” Your husband’s loud voice carries across the training grounds. You can even hear him when inside. “Mastering this will even allow you to detect the most hidden injuries and slow the progression of poisons”

“Darling, don’t overwork them,” you say, coming outside with a new pitcher of drinks and cups. You offer him a cup, which he gratefully takes. “Let them catch their breath first.”

“Very well! 3 minutes then we shall start the next rep!”

You can feel all the gracious looks from the junior slayers as they can finally recuperate for a moment, even if brief. You know your husband isn’t intentionally trying to be harsh. He just gets so passionate about something and sometimes seems to forget that others do not possess the same strength or stamina as him.

“Hello? Rengoku-San?” A familiar voice calls out. It’s a face you and Kyojuro haven’t seen in a minute.

“Ah! Kamado! Long time no see!” Kyojuro exclaims. “I’m glad to see you’re in good condition!”

“It’s good to see you again! You too, Y/n-san!”

“I’m glad you’re doing well,” you say cheerfully. “Good luck with the training.”

Since Tanjiro had already had some experience with Total Concentration Breathing, his session was slightly modified. He’d have to tackle the XL gourd, bigger than the one he did at the Butterfly Mansion and then would spar with Kyojuro. If he stopped his Breathing he’d have to restart. But before any of that, for a warm up, all slayers had to run a 5K while maintaining their breathing.

By the time the sun set, just about everyone was passed out, beyond exhausted from the day. Kyojuro was still in overly good spirits, and full of energy as if the training didn’t even cause him to break a sweat.

“Kyo, I think it’s best to call it a day,” you deadpan.

“Really? But it’s not even dark yet?” Your husband has the most innocent look on his face.

You frown but then an idea strikes you. You lean in close to Kyojuro so that others around you can’t hear the next filthy words that leave your lips.

“If you still have so much energy left, why don’t you use that to put a baby in me like you’ve been wanting.”

You walk off without letting him respond, so you miss the way Kyojuro’s face explodes red. He rambles off some sort of excuse to the other slayers about training concluding for the day before rushing off to find you.

You wait patiently in your room, undressing so that you’re in nothing but your underwear by the time your husband arrives in a frenzy. Kyojuro’s face is flushed, chest chest heaving. The moment he spots you, he picks you up and pins you to the nearest wall, kissing you with urgency.

You groan as Kyojuro’s tongue forces its way into your mouth. His hands gripping the meat of your thighs tightly as he presses his growing erection against your exposed core.

“Feel so big, Kyo,” you whimper, rolling your hips against his.

“My flame, did you mean what you said earlier?” Kyojuro pants, his voice husky and airy as what little restraint he had started slipping away. He needed to fill you up and feel you around him bad, but he wouldn’t unless you were serious.

“Put a baby in me, Kyojuro,” you all but demand.

“If that is what my lovely life wishes,” Kyojuro chuckles. He lays you on the futon and sheds his clothes quickly. “Then I shall fulfill.” His cock is already stiff against his abdomen, twitching in his hand as pre cum oozes from the tip. You trace your fingers down his scared torso, noting the way Kyojuro’s muscles tense at your touch.

“I can’t wait to see what you look like when you tummy’s all swollen and full with my child,” Kyojuro said, aligning his cock at your entrance, his cheeks flushed. “You’ll make such a good mother.”

In a single thrust, Kyojuro sheathed his cock into your cunt to the hilt. The penetration left your eyes watering, crying out in pleasure. Kyojuro groaned. You felt so snug and warm around him that it took everything to keep from pounding into you right away.

“G-gods…you feel so good…”

“K-kyo, m-move,” you beg, trying to move your hips for some sort of friction.

Kyojuro grunts. He pins your legs to your chest, With a languid roll of his hips, he experimentally pulled his length out from the clamp of your hole. And with a sharp snap, he drove himself back into you. The sheer force of his scorching length shot the first wave of pleasure through the both of you. The two of you let out low moans. That first penetration gave way to a succession of increasingly rougher thrusts that had your body burning with pleasure.

Kyojuro’s body shuddered slightly anticipation. You clung to him and dug your nails in his shoulders trying to keep him close. The way his cock stretched you out had you feeling so full and lightheaded, leaving you babbling his name like a mantra.

Kyojuro groaned. He hovered over you, leaning down the kiss you passionately. His hands trailed up side to your nipples that became erect from pleasure. Lips trailing up the side of your neck, he left several bite marks.

"Ah a-ah t-that feels funny." You squirmed. "Kyo ~"

The sound of you moaning his name made Kyojuro’s cock throb. He fumbled slightly, his aggressive and frantic rutting becoming slower and slightly sloppy, instead.

“Ugh, coming,” Kyojuro groaned. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you. His orgasm hit and it hit hard. His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum. His hips still as he emptied inside you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel your insides snap. Your pussy clenching tightly around Kyojuro, practically milking him as your own high shakes your body.

“S-shit,” Kyojuro gasps. He pulled out of your abused hole, watching the way his seed trickled out. The sight made his dick twitch. “This won’t do,” he chuckled while pulling your legs up around his waist. “At this rate, I won’t get you pregnant. Guess I’ll just have to fill you up again and again until it sticks.”

[psychiclounge]

playing on wander mode does have the like horrible little elitist devil on my shoulder going "you're not getting the REAL experience" but like. i just don't like hardcore/permadeath roguelikes. i find them very frustrating and unfun & if i were playing classic or even roleplay i probably would've dropped the game already. as is ive dumped 20 hours into one character so far and im having a fucking blast i adore it, it's absolutely easier but it's not like a straight godmode sort of deal where it makes it so trivial as to be uninteresting. there's still potential major losses, there's still places where i get my shit pushed in, etc etc its like the perfect amount of challenge for me when combat does happen & i get to do a shitload of exploring id be scared off of otherwise

[pixiesfz]

such a tease k.c

plot: you make a comment in an interview and Kerstin makes you pay for it

warnings: suggestive, fluff

You were sat down in the press room with Sarina on your left, you were repping some of the England Lionesses merch and your hair was brushed and out, smiling out of nerves that you were chosen to take the interview.

The interview was for your opinions and predictions for the England vs Netherlands match for the Olympic qualifiers.

Your feet were jumping up and down under the table and your fingers were playing together behind the microphone.

"You ready y/n?" one of the interviewers asked and you nodded.

The interview eased in as you tried to joke around with most questions, even making a joke about Leah's coaching comments as Sarina laughed saying that she was coming for her job.

"Are you okay for a personal question?" a young interviewer raised her hand with paper in her hand.

You knew immediately where this was going as she nervously raised her hand. You were versing Netherlands.

You were versing Kerstin.

You and Kerstin had recently announced your relationship online with a picture of you two together at a winning celebration for Manchester City. This was the first game as girlfriends that you would be versing each other.

But your mood was up so you nodded your head "it's okay" you said and the girl smiled.

"Are you scared of playing your teammate Kerstin Casperij?"

You covered your ear with your hand "who?" you smirked and the room was filled with chuckles.

You let the laughter down before finishing off the question.

You groaned as you opened the door to your and Kerstin's shared apartment to hear the stove on and happily sniff the yummy smell that came from it.

"Sorry I'm late I was chosen for an interview for the game" you sighed and turned into the kitchen to only see such a sight.

Kristen was in her pajama shorts (your old Melbourne City shorts) and just a sports bra. She wasn't wearing a t-shirt, giving you access to roam your eyes on her abs.

"babe" you deadpanned and the Dutch smiled and hummed.

"How was the interview?" she asked, quickly turning to you with a soft smirk before going back to her pot "Alright, just made some jokes" you sighed and grabbed two plates as you could see your girlfriend almost finished.

"Jokes huh?" Kerstin questioned and you nodded "yeah it was the only way I could get through it though"

Looking for the salt and pepper you were lost "Kerstin?" you called out

"Who?"

Your head shot up momentarily before looking to your girlfriend who had a full smirk on her face as she held the pasta pot and was pouring them into both your bowls.

"So you watched it?" you frowned and she nodded "very funny joke, all though you don't usually forget my name, especially in the bed-"

"I panicked!"

Kirsten just smiled smugly and took off her oven mitts and wiped her hands off on her stomach which you kept on stealing glances at.

You came to a conclusion after her action, she was getting back at you.

"Kerstin put a top on," you told her and she shook her head "I thought you liked my abbs?" she asked as if she didn't know you had picked up on her plot.

"I do" you sang out "but we are eating and it's a tease" you told her "but I'm cold" she shrugged and you rolled your eyes

"We live in Manchester Kerstin there is no way you could be cold" you crossed your arms and the Dutch's girl smile grew.

"Sorry, who's Kerstin again?" she asked, her hand covering her ear, similar to how you did at the interview.

You stepped forward, closer to your girlfriend "Kerstin we have to eat dinner" you told her softly, reaching your hands out to the sides of her waist to pull her closer.

"pretty please" you added with a sickly sweet smile.

But Kerstin seemed to be liking her teasing too much "I'm not quite sure who this person you speak of is?" she cocked her head and you groaned out in annoyment before grabbing her face and pulling down so it could be close to yours.

"Kerstin is my Dutch bloody girlfriend who I love very much-"

"you also love her abs"

"Who I also love her abs and I would like to eat dinner with her before we go to the bedroom and do unspeakable things!"

You finished with raised brows at your girlfriend's satisfied gaze "Well if you wanted me that bad you could've just asked" she teased and leaned in to kiss you.

It was sweet until your hands moved around her toned stomach and she leaned away.

"I thought you wanted to eat dinner first"

"It can wait"

[irwinsblender]

hiii could i request a luke x fem reader where reader has pots and its a bad day for her but shes on tour with the boys so she has to do her best to stay well? luke begs her to take breaks but she’s their hair or makeup artist and physically cant take a break until the show is over 😭 so basically just some cute fluff of luke fussing over his sick and dizzy gf :)) i have pots and i never get to read this sort of stuff so it would be great to have some rep written ^^

hi!! thank you so much for sending this in! again apologising for taking so long to get to this request but hopefully this fic turns out okay!

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take it easy

pairing: luke x reader

summary: you’ve been travelling around with your boyfriend, luke, on the bands tour doing their hair and make up here and there while also trying to manage your pots symptoms within their busy schedules

warnings: none?

word count: 3.7k

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Getting to go on tour with your boyfriend, Luke, and his band had always been one of your favourite things to experience. It was heartwarming to see him and your friends up on that stage, enjoying every second of performing. Living out their dream.

Luke loved you being there, never having to spend a minutes away from you for the long times they tour for. He loved that you got to to watch them every night.

Not only were you there to watch the shows, but you were a qualified hair stylist along with knowing your fair share about make up.

You helped the guys get ready before their shows each night, making sure their hair looked good by using hairspray and sometimes hair gel. If it was a lucky day you wouldn’t have to use either.

Luke was the only one who you did make up for, although you knew he was capable of doing a good job on his own, he always insisted that you do it for him.

One thing that came along with travelling for a tour was busy schedules, late nights and early mornings, rushing around if things didn’t quite run on time or having to suddenly change plans. It was a lot to deal with for you.

Especially with what you have to deal with in your day to day life.

You had been dealing with pots for quite a few years now, the not being able to sleep properly, the headaches, other aches and pains, having to take it easy if you were feeling dizzy to ensure you didn’t pass out. it was difficult.

Luke was always there to make sure you were okay. Sometimes he knew before you did that you would have a bad flare up, making sure you rested properly and didn’t overdo it.

Some days were better than others, you could get up like normal, go about your day with the band, easily do their hair and make up without any issues. Other days, you knew a bad flare up was coming before even starting the day, knowing you’d have to try and compromise to still help out.

Today was one of those days.

You had to sleep on the bus after a show last night to travel to the next tour stop. Sleeping in the tiny bunks where there was hardly enough room to move had never been your idea of a comfortable nights sleep. And so, you didn’t get nearly enough sleep.

As soon as you woke up, you could feel the throbbing pain in your head, a bad headache that would surely last a while. Knowing that would add to any other symptoms you may get.

You could hear the guys on the bus, chatting away to one another, talking about the previous show as well as plans for tonight’s show too.

Having to get out of bed was the hardest part, not knowing exactly how bad things would be. Would you be okay to move around like normal? Or would you need to lay down to take breaks?

Standing up from your bunk felt okay. You didn’t feel too unbalanced apart from your worsening headache. It was only once you stood fully upright that you knew things were bad.

Losing your balance before you could get far, Luke rushed over to you as quick as he could, holding onto you to make sure you didn’t fall.

He brought you over to the front of the bus, getting you to sit down with ashton while he got you a water and painkillers to help with your headache. He sat with you after that, making sure you recovered from being dizzy before letting you get ready for the day.

After you tried to convince him that you felt okay, he let you do what you needed to do. Going into the bathroom and closing the door behind you to freshen up.

You did as you always would do, washing your face, brushing your teeth, everything you usually did before heading to the back of the tour bus to get dressed.

You took longer than normal today, understandably of course. By the time you were ready, things were running slightly behind schedule.

There was still enough time though. You and the guys left the tour bus, heading into the back entrance of the venue away from where any fans were lining up for the show.

Inside, you were lead through a main area, through a backstage door which took you to the dressing rooms and where all of the equipment was.

In the first dressing room, you all got settled. The guys spreading themselves out around the room, taking drinks from the mini fridge, talking about things for the show tonight, discussing what songs to sing for soundcheck after their own.

It didn’t take long for them to have to go and do their private soundcheck. Which you opted to stay behind for.

It was the same once the time came around for the vip soundcheck, you stayed behind in the dressing room.

You told Luke it was purely to rest up, try and re settle yourself before having to be standing up for a while doing all of their hair and make up. He believed you, but in reality you still weren’t feeling quite like yourself.

While you could hear the soundcheck happening, you moved yourself to the counter where the mirror was. Setting up your hair products and any make up Luke might want to choose from.

Doing all of this, you were sitting on a chair in front of the counter and mirrors. Hair spray bottle and gel pot to the left, along with a hair brush and comb. Your make up was in a box, some concealer, beauty blenders, brushes along with a few palettes of eyeshadow and finally eyeliner.

It was easy to know when the band was done with soundcheck, their loud voices and laughs echoing through the hall.

They burst into the room, seeing you had moved. Calum plopped himself down on the sofa, resting his feet on the coffee table. Michael joined him, scrolling on his phone. Ashton let everyone know he was going to the bathroom, which left Luke who came over to you.

“Hi, lovie,” he wrapped his arms around the top of your shoulders, leaning his head atop yours as he looked at you though the mirror.

“Hey, rockstar,” you shuffled slightly, leaning to look up at luke. “How’d it go?”

“Went great,” Luke smiled excitedly. “We played an extra song that the fans were chanting for, just about remembered the lyrics. right, Cal?”

“Hey!” calum complained from his comfortable position on the couch. “I’m not the one who forgot the fuckin’ guitar chords.”

“We haven’t played the song since, I don’t know, four tours ago?” Michael smacked calum’s arm.

“Well I’m sure they loved it anyway,” you shook your head at the bickering pair.

Luke stepped back from you, knowing this was about time to start sorting things out. You stood from your chair, maybe slightly too quickly.

You had been sitting down for a while and should’ve taken more time to be up right again. You gripped onto the counter, keeping yourself balanced.

“Babe—“

“I’m fine,” you held one hand out to stop him. “Just give me a second.”

It was quiet in the room then. Michael and Calum paying attention to what was going on.

You needed to get yourself together, you had a show to prepare for. Four band members sort out. You could last a few more hours.

You turned towards the two on the couch, leaning back against the counter, “Who’s first?” You pointed to the chair beside you. “Hair first, any make up last.”

“Are you sure you’re up for doing this?” Luke quietly spoke, letting Michael and Calum decide who would go first. “You can take a night off, it’s alright.”

“You’ve got a show to be ready for,” you stepped back, Luke following to let Calum have space to take a seat. “This is my job here, gotta make sure you four are looking your best for the fans.”

“And you offered to do this job for us, it’s okay if you’re having a flare up and need to take a break for tonight.”

You moved to stand behind calum, fluffing his hair from side to side, “Don’t think you’d be able to tame this mop without me,” you laughed, covering up how groggy you were feeling. “Go change into whatever you’re gonna wear for the show, I’ll be okay.”

“I don’t—“

“Baby, i’ll be okay.”

He reluctantly nodded. Wanting to pull you in for a hug before letting you get to work on Calum’s hair. You let him, wrapping your arms around his back as you felt him rubbing his hands up and down yours.

“Don’t rush anything,” he pressed a feather light kiss to your cheek. “Take your time.”

“I will,” you smiled softly, understanding his worry for you. “Now you should rest until your show, don’t need you getting tired out on stage.”

“Here you are not feeling good and you’re still worrying about little ol’ me,” Luke stepped back from you, making his way over to the snack bar.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you at the same time, Lu,” you raised your eyebrows at him.

He picked up a packet of chips, sitting down next to Michael on the black fabric sofa. You turned your focus to Calum, picking up the hair spray and a comb.

You started fixing up his hair so it looked more tamed than his usual messy, curly hair. Not that his hair didn’t look great, it’s just easier to handle on stage with some spray in.

After a little bit of time, it was finished, “How’s that?” You asked him, making sure there wasn’t anything else he wanted you to do.

“Looks perfect to me,” he smiled at you in the mirror.

At the same time, Ashton walked back into the dressing room, seeing where they were at with things. Noticing Calum getting up, he took it upon himself to decide it was his turn.

“Hey,” you placed your hands on his shoulders. “What are we doing today?”

“Getting you a fuckin’ chair, that’s what,” Ashton turned to look around the room. “Why is there only one chair?”

“Ash, I’m all good,” you moved beside him, placing the hairspray and gel there. “Which one.”

He looked up at you, taking a breath. Pointing to the gel. You opened up the pot, reaching for the spray bottle before doing anything.

“Gonna go fill this up,” you started walking towards the door of the dressing room when a wave of dizziness washed over you.

You took a few oddly placed steps as you stumbled to the side, squeezing your eyes shut as you braced yourself against the wall nearest to you.

Luke stood abruptly, heavy footsteps pacing over to you. He stepped behind you, arms wrapped around your front to help you stay standing without having to hold yourself up using the wall.

You leaned your head back against Luke’s chest, taking a deep breath to try and settle your vision and your heart that seemed to be starting to race.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Luke soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You need to take it easy, come and sit down, just relax for a bit.”

“But, I’ve only done Calum’s hair,” you weakly replied.

“It’s okay, we can handle things for tonight,” Luke reassured you, starting to slowly walk you over to the sofa.

You made sure to open your eyes again once you felt where he was taking you, grasping onto his arms around you to keep yourself steady.

He cautiously lowered you to sit down before he sat too, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you to lay with your head in his lap.

Luke took hold of your right hand, placing two fingers against the pulse point in your wrist. You stayed quiet while he did so, allowing him to do as he always did when he wanted to make sure you would be okay.

“Can someone get me some ice water?” Luke asked, looking to ashton who had been standing since you became dizzy, Michael was with Calum behind the couch.

“I’ll go find some ice,” Michael walked to the door, leaving right away.

Luke was still feeling your pulse, so you shuffled, laying so you could look up at him from a better angle. He gave a sympathetic smile which you returned.

“Feel any better now you’re lying down?” He asked.

“Kinda,” you said as Ashton appeared in your sight. “Ash, I could probably do your hair if you sit down—“

“I think you’re done for the night,” Luke interrupted. “I’m putting you on strict bed rest.”

You chuckled at his phrasing. Only talking like that because you’re meant to follow doctors orders. You knew he was just worried and trying to look out for you.

“You know too much bed rest will make things worse, Lu,” you reminded, trying to sit yourself up slightly. “Seriously, I can do more from here.”

“Y/n.”

Calum chuckled from across the room, “you know she won’t rest for a second until we’re all ready, mate,” he stuffed a piece of chocolate from the counter into his mouth. “How about a compromise.”

You squinted your eyes at him, now leaning against Luke’s shoulder to sit more straight. Moving slowly of course.

“I’m listening.”

He walked over, stopping short of the table in front of the couch, “If you keep doing our hair and make up now,” he started. “You have to take the day off tomorrow, get some extra rest.”

“There’s a show tomorrow night though, Cal.”

“But we’re up in a hotel tonight,” he widened his eyes. “Means comfier sleep, a nice bed to get a lay in that you probably haven’t had for at least a week.”

He did have a point. You loved doing this for the guys, you’ve practically done it since Luke introduced you to them; they all see what flare ups are like and know when to you should stop pushing your limits.

“He has a point,” Michael appeared from the hall, ice water in hand.

“We could all use more rest tomorrow,” Ashton agreed too. “Some more than others.”

Referring to you as he finished talking. Luke reached to brush your hair behind your ears, knowing by the look on your face you were considering this.

“I think you should, lovie,” Luke holds your hand in his, linking your fingers together softly. “We still have a lot of shows to come so you need to get all the rest you can.”

“Okay…” you sighed in defeat. “I’ll take the night off tomorrow.”

“I know you don’t want to,” Luke could sense you didn’t really want to. “But you especially need it, alright?”

You nodded at him. Managing to lean over towards him to peck his lips softly in thanks for looking out for you so well.

Next you were looking at Ashton, pointing to the floor in front of you for him to sit down. You would finish his hair like this, then Michael’s and Luke’s. You would make this work for them, not wanting to let them down.

Before doing anything, you took the ice water from Michael, taking a few slow sips. Feeling the cool liquid was a refreshing feeling, hopefully it would help.

You got to work on Ashton’s hair, using the spray bottle of water along with a little bit of hair gel after to really form the curls on his head. It turned out pretty well.

Next Michael sat in front of you, not a lot needed doing to his. Just a little hair spray here and there before he was completely happy with it.

Luke was last, although you didn’t waste a second to tell him his hair always looked perfect anyways. The fluffy curls, hair grown longer down the back to almost form a mullet style was definitely something you loved.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked while Luke stayed beside you on the couch. “Hair spray? Gel?”

“Whatever you think is best.”

“Okay um…” you thought for a moment. “Can i do what i did to ash’s hair?”

Luke nodded, wanting to give you free range with this for once. He hoped it might cheer you up if he let you do your own thing.

He sat down on the floor in front of you, settling back against the couch. You ran your hands through his hair, it was just to untangle it, however, you did like running your fingers through his blonde curls.

You reached for the spray bottle, gathered a tiny amount of hair gel. Luke’s curls were one of your favourite things, especially making sure a few small ones hung around the front of his face.

“You can go check it looks okay,” you told him.

He got up, walking to the mirror, he looked around at it, quickly walking back to you.

“Looks great, baby,” he smiled, sitting with you again. “Make up now?”

“Yea, let me just get my palettes.”

You sat on the edge of the sofa, wanting to do this yourself. Luke placed his hand on your knee, giving you a look. Knowing this was always hard for you, you liked doing things for yourself. Not having your friends waiting hand and foot on what you needed.

Luke stood up, holding his hands out for you to take, “Gonna walk you over,” he explained. “If you get dizzy just tell me.”

You took his hands, your feet slowly padding across the carpet. Luke walked backwards, taking you over to the counter to collect your makeup supplies.

It was only when you were going back to where you had just been sat that you could feel your heart rate picking up again. A small pain forming in your chest.

“Need to sit back down,” you rushed, an uncomfortable but familiar look on your face.

“Ash, can you grab the make up from her?” Luke asked as he was the closest.

He took everything from your hands, letting luke quickly get you back on the couch to sit down. He watched as you took a breath, thinking about the show ahead of them.

You loved watching them perform, especially Luke. but he had to do the difficult thing, only looking out for your health. Knowing you might not be able to watch the show the same as you did most nights.

“Feel up to doing some make up?” He double checked, you responded with a nod. “Do something simple, maybe some inner corner glitter.”

Ashton handed you the concealer and eyeshadow along with a couple of brushes. Luke sat down next to you, facing you so you could get this make up on him. It appeared harder than you though at this angle.

“Here— just—“ Luke pulled you gently onto his lap, legs either side of his. His hands rested on your hips. “Gonna keep my hands on you in case you get dizzy again.”

“Yea, this is better.”

You leaned closer, placing a small amount of concealer around his eyes. Blending it into his natural skin tone before reaching for the eyeshadow.

You put some blueish glittery eyeshadow on your pinky finger, holding his chin with your thumb and index finger to keep his head steady.

As you started putting the make up on him, he couldn’t help but look at you. Admiring your features, the light freckles covering your cheeks, the pure concentration in your eyes as you tried to get this make up to look perfect.

He loved that you were here on tour with him, you got to experience each city together. Plus he could take care of you if you did have any trouble with your pots.

“I can feel you staring,” you leaned back to gather some more glitter for his other eye.

“Sorry,” he whispered, not wanting to distract from your concentration. “You’re just beautiful.”

You stopped what you were doing, smiling softly, “I appreciate you caring about me so much while we’re here,” you placed your hands on his face, caressing your thumbs back and forth. “I know I can be stubborn at times but it’s good to have you to tell me to just chill for a while.”

“Well, it’s something that stops you doing the things you wanna do, I get that you don’t wanna put things on hold all the time,” Luke sympathised with you. “But I love you a lot, and want what’s best for you.”

“I love you too, bubba,” you leaned forwards for a hug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

You’d stayed like that for a couple of minutes too long, hearing someone clearing their throat. You both looked over to your left, Calum holding a shirt and pants in his hands.

“I hate to ruin this nice moment,” he nodded over to Ashton who had apparently left the room to change into his stage outfit. “We don’t have long until we need to be ready.”

“Got it,” you understood. Quickly finishing up Luke’s make up so he could change too.

It wasn’t long after that before all of the guys had changed into their various stage outfits, earpieces attached carefully so to not get disconnected. Opener up on stage who would be done 30 minutes before their set.

While waiting for the guys, you’d been sitting and resting, deciding you could give standing up a try. You managed to follow your friends to the stage area, Luke slipping his hand into yours as you took your time with walking.

“We’ll be off in about an hour and thirty minutes,” luke told you, hands in his as you heard the final preshow song playing. “And there’s a chair out there if you wanna watch and feel dizzy at all, or it’s totally fine if you hang back in the dressing room.”

“You know i’ll be out there watching,” you stood on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek softly before they all got given the word to get ready. “Maybe not dancing as much this time but I’ll be out there.”

“You’ll be okay?” Luke asked once more as he had to step away to get his guitar adjusted.

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured. watching as the guys started heading towards the stage. “Go have a good show, rockstar.”

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Election season (alexia putellas x american reader)

A/N: American reader is dealing with the stress of the election from overseas, while Alexia and their teammates try to understand what a terrifying situation reader is in.

(This is very very short, I can expand if you guys enjoy it. Also this is 100% me projecting.

You had a match the next day, but you knew you weren’t going to sleep. You had hardly been able to sleep all week. Back home, in America, your friends and family were staying up too. Here in Barcelona, no one cared who won the presidential election. 

“Come to bed, love,” Alexia called from the stairs. 

“I can’t, Ale.” You said, closing your eyes. CNN was starting to sear into your eyelids. You felt two hands on your shoulders, and leaned into her touch. 

“The sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you will know who won. Like Christmas morning.” 

You laughed, resting your head against her arm. “I knew that Christmas was always going to be good, though. I won’t be able to sleep. I might as well be here.”

Alexia sighed, and let her head droop. 

“Ok, then I’ll stay here with you.” 

“No, go to sleep. Us both being tired tomorrow won’t help anyone.” 

“But I want to be here. Explain the, como se dice, electoral college again?”

“Go, Ale,” you chuckled, shoving her shoulder. 

She sighed again, but rose from her seat and pressed a kiss to your forehead before making her way back upstairs. 

---

“What’s wrong with her?” Mapi whispered quietly to Alexia during warm ups the next morning. 

“She stayed up all night watching the election. I found her asleep infront of the TV this morning.” Alexia whispered back. 

Mapi let out a low whistle. “She’s not playing today, right?”

“She swears she’s fine.” 

“She doesn’t look fine.”

“I know.” 

You were glued to your phone the next four days, as the results were counted and recounted and confusion over swing states ensued. On the second day, it seemed like it was going the way that you were so desperately praying it would. On the third, though, the opposition won Florida. The election consumed you, and you were so far away from anyone else affected by it that you felt increasingly isolated. Alexia tried to be there, listening and keeping up with the results and trying to ignore how tired you looked. She told you that she loved you and cooked you meals and forced you to sleep. 

When the results came, you were at training. You were in the gym, with MSNBC playing through your airpods as you did reps of squats. You remembered 2020, when your side won and everyone ran onto the streets with pots and pans. This time, you had no neighbors to react with. You calmly placed your weights down and walked through the gym door, shutting off your phone for the first time in days. You needed somewhere-- a closet, ideally, but an empty meeting room would also suffice-- to fully absorb the news. You made it as far as the bathroom before the results sunk in. 

“Why did she leave?” Ingrid leaned towards Frido, as the door swung closed behind you. 

“I don’t know.” Frido responded. “I’ll text her.” 

“Ok, good idea.” Ingrid said, returning to her lifts. After a moment, she glanced back at Frido, and immediately noticed the frown on her face. “What is it?”

“He won.” Frido whispered. 

“What?” Ingrid said. Even from across the world, she knew what that would mean. 

“He won.” 

“Mierda.” Ingrid cursed under her breath, pushing out of the gym. 

----

(Sorry to cut this off, lmk if you want me to finish this story)

[goldenseresinretriever]

False Confidence: Chapter 6

Pairing: Javy “Coyote” Machado x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: The Athletic named Javy Machado the fifth sluttiest player in the NHL last year. He’s a known playboy who leaves every game with a different girl. As far as he’s concerned he’s living the dream, playing his dream job with the dream lifestyle. Unfortunately his friends and bosses don’t agree. At 33, they think it’s time for him to settle down. You’re a kindergarten teacher at an esteemed private school. You don't expect much when you finally accept your colleague’s invitation to attend her husband’s hockey game but when you accidentally get separated in the post-game rush, you find yourself in a compromising situation with the last person you’d ever expected to meet. When his PR rep suggests a mutually beneficial agreement, your hands are tied. How long will you have to keep up the act? And how long will you be able to?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, angst, fluff, fake relationship, suggestive language, anxiety, jealousy, infidelity, school system inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: Oops another one that ran a weee bit long 🫣

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It’s finally Tuesday and you’ve been trying to calm your nerves all morning. You’ve been disguising it as the same infectious excitement bubbling in your classroom over the fun activities planned for this afternoon. You glance at the clock, twisting a lock of your hair around your finger absently as you wait for your students to come in from recess. You’re meant to be setting things up for the octopus stew on the patio outside your classroom and looking out onto the playground in the distance. The parent volunteers should be here anytime now. You check the pots that you’ve had boiling on a camping stove in the corner of the classroom before you start unwrapping the Tupperware you brought of hotdogs meticulously cut into small octopi. You reach for where you laid the apron you brought from home to start putting it on but your hands don’t find the fabric so you turn and come face to face with Javy.

“Javy!” You yelp in surprise and almost drop the Tupperware in your hands. He holds his hands up in mock surrender, one holding the apron you were searching for. You clutch the box to your chest as you struggle to slow your racing heart.

“Hey there, Roadie. You okay?”

“You scared me!” You say indignantly and you reach for the apron in his hands. “Now give me that,” he pulls his hand back and you frown at him. “Javy, I’m at work right now, I don’t have time for your games.”

“Easy, Beautiful, I’m just trying to help, okay?” He unfurls the apron and holds it out, spinning his finger in silent direction and you sigh before complying. He eases the apron over your head before pulling the strings taut and tying them behind you. “There you go,” he says as you turn back around. “What can I do to help?” he asks and you hand him the Tupperware.

“Open that while I stir,” you direct before you go back to the pots and open two other Tupperware full of chives and olives that you pre-sliced last night.

“Yes ma’am,” Javy says and you hear the pop of the Tupperware lid as you stir the vegetables into the two pots. “What’s with the two pots?” He asks as he comes to stand beside you.

“One’s vegetable broth for the tofu octopi,” you gesture to the last unopened box and Javy moves to open it as well. “The other is chicken stock for the traditional hotdog octopi.” You explain and Javy nods as he passes you the hotdog box and you carefully pour them into their pot.

“Huh, we never had that when I was in kindergarten. It’s cool though, so all the kids can join in.” He says and you smile to yourself as he passes you the tofu octopi. You frown down at them. “What?” he asks.

“I had to improvise a vegetarian substitute on the fly and I have a feeling they're going to fall apart in the soup.” You say, not taking your glare off the octopi in the box. Javy reaches over, placing a hand on the box and you assume he’s just doing that to take a closer look until he twists the box and you squeak in shock as the tofu octopi topple into the broth below. “JAVY!”

“Sometimes you just have to take a chance,” he says and you twist to look at him to see the ghost of a smile on his lips. “You never know if you’re accidentally going to find something amazing.” You swallow, hard and turn back to the soup, pushing one of the ladles in his direction.

“Shut up and stir. You’re on hotdog duty, I can’t have you accidentally crushing the tofu.”

“Yes, chef,” he chirps and you glare at him. “What are the odds I get to kiss the cook?” He asks, smirk widening to show his teeth and you scowl.

“Absolutely none.” You deadpan and go back to your stirring as he chuckles.

Before he can retort the door to your classroom swings open a few of the parent volunteers trickle out and you’re greeting them. A few of them start up idle small talk before one of them turns to Javy.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, whose parent are you?” one of your students’ mother asks and you don’t miss the way her eyes linger a little too long as she sizes up Javy and you feel a twist in your chest as a sour taste fills your mouth. Javy laughs a little too easily for your comfort before he shakes his head.

“No one’s, I’m Roadie’s boyfriend.” He holds out a free hand to shake hers but the mother is dumbfounded.

“No way! That’s crazy!” You flinch slightly at the blatant disbelief in her voice. She takes his hand then and you hate the way your stomach twists as her perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his and you freeze as she pulls him into a hug that lasts a little too long for your comfort, especially given the fact that you know she’s supposedly happily married. When she finally lets go the awkward moment is broken by the arrival of more parents.

“Javy Machado, you have GOT to be kidding me?!” One of the dads looks like he’s just won the lottery. “Man, I’m such a big fan, this is crazy.” Javy shakes his hand goodnaturedly while you mentally scramble to find a way to gain control of the situation. While you don’t have any issues controlling your students, their parents are a completely different beast.

“Just here to help out,” Javy says and the man just shakes his head.

“Is it like a community outreach event or something?”

“Oh no,” Javy says and he scratches the back of his neck, chagrinned. “I’m helping out my girlfriend.” He says and he steps towards you, meeting your eyes before sliding a casual arm around your shoulders as you stir. He taps your arm discreetly three times before he presses a casual kiss to your temple.

“OH.” The dad says, looking between the two of you. “That’s really cool of you man, thanks for coming out.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you glance at your watch. It’s about time for you to collect your kids so you nudge Javy gently.

“Hey, do you think you can take over? I need to grab the kids.”

“Aw, Roadie you trust me?” Javy gives you a saccharine smile and you shake your head.

“Absolutely not,” you turn away from him and call out to one of the other volunteers. “Allison, do you think you can take over here while I get the kids from recess?” She comes over and you hand her your ladle while Javy mock-pouts at you. You roll your eyes as you walk away.

***

Javy wasn’t sure what he expected when he asked to join your class today. It was more of an impulsive thought than anything else and now he has to admit he feels a little out of his depth. Between the dads whispering amongst themselves as they point at him when they think he’s not looking and the moms who keep giggling and the one who keeps blatantly flirting with him, he’s ready to go home. He stirs his pot obediently while making polite small talk with Allison. She can’t be that much older than you and she has a put-together appearance that screams PTA mom and Javy’s definitely intimidated. She doesn’t seem curious about him like the other moms, though, and he’s more than happy to just listen while she rattles on about school politics and some other woman named Felicia who was apparently supposed to be here but backed out at the last moment “like she always does.”

He’s distracted as the sound of a symphony of tiny chatter reaches his ears and he turns to see you leading a chaotic line of little kids towards him. While you always seem to be making yourself smaller when you’ve been around him and other adults, you stand tall as you lead your little group and he’s reminded of a mother duck and her little ducklings. You look positively adorable today, having traded in your usual dresses for a pair of overalls and a scarf in your hair and you’ve got the bright red apron tied over the outfit that makes Javy’s heart warm in a weirdly domestic way.

“Everyone, look who’s here!” You say in a voice that’s bright and full of energy in a way he’s never heard from you and it feels like stepping out of a building into blinding sunlight. The kids squirm excitedly from their line and he can tell their second away from descending on the group of parents. “Can we say thank you to all the lovely people who came to help us today?” You ask, and a chorus of thank yous rises from the kids. You introduce each of the parents and their kids raise their hands excitedly when you ask who they are. When you reach the end of the parents, one of the kids raises their hand and you call on them.

“Yes, Alana, what is it?”

“Ms. Roadie?” Javy’s heart melts as he hears the little girl use your nickname and judging from your expression it’s not an uncommon occurrence. “Who’s he?” She points at Javy and you follow her little finger before you smile.

“Everyone, this is Mr. Machado. He was nice enough to want to come help out today, and he’s a big fan of octopus soup. Can we all say hi to Mr. Machado?”

“Hi, Mr. Machado!” A chorus rises from your students.

“Whose daddy are you?” Alana asks and Javy doesn’t miss the strangled noise that comes out of your mouth and he fights the urge to laugh.

“I’m not anyone’s daddy, Alana. I’m Ms. Roadie’s boyfriend.” He watches twenty-four pairs of eyes widen to the size of saucers.

“Ms. Roadie, you have a boyfriend?!” One of the little boys yells at you and you blink twice before you’re back in teacher mode.

“Yes, yes I do.” You say, giving Javy an apologetic look that’s mixed with panic.

“Are you two going to get married?” A small blonde girl asks and it’s Javy’s turn to choke. You look too stunned to speak and Allison sweeps in, authoritatively clapping her hands.

“Okay, that’s enough questions, why don’t we get started with the octopus stew?” The kids are thankfully distracted enough at the thought of food that you’re both given a reprieve from the question.

***

You exchange a panicked look that you see mirrored in Javy’s eyes. You make your way over to the pots while Allison assumes control and starts leading the students back into the classroom to wait for the stew. “You okay?” He asks and you shake your head.

“This was a bad idea,” you say as you struggle to unwrap the styrofoam bowls and Javy reaches out to take them from you, tearing through the plastic with a flex of his forearm that you catch yourself staring at.

“What was a bad idea?” He asks, casually.

“You, here.” You say, unable to hide how flustered you are by the burden of your ruse and the already heavy burden of the responsibilities of your job.

“And why’s that?” He’s surprisingly calm about it.

“It’s too much. I can’t- I don’t think I can-” You blubber and almost drop the bowl you’re currently filling until Javy takes it from you and places it on the table next to you before taking both your hands in his.

“Hey, hey Meep listen to me. I need you to breathe.” You take a shaky breath and he nods, encouragingly. “There you go, that’s good. It’s going to be okay. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to tell people here that we’re dating, I should have let you lead and just followed along. But you’ve got this.” He squeezes your hands. “You’re a great teacher and the kids clearly love you. So let's go in there and eat some octopus stew, okay?” You nod, your breathing already stabilizing. “I need to hear you say it, Beautiful.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Louder,” he urges and you frown at him.

“Okay.” You say indignantly and he smiles.

“There she is. Let’s get these bowls filled shall we?” You nod just as the dad who was talking to Javy earlier comes out to start helping shuttle bowls inside for distribution and Javy hands him the first few before he continues to help you fill them.

***

You’ve calmed down by the time the bowls have been filled and distributed and you make your way to the front of the classroom. “Alright, everyone! Now that everyone has some octopus soup, let’s be sure to be careful and blow on it because it can be very hot! But first, why don’t we show our guests what we’ve been learning this week?” The kids cheer and you reach over to pick up your phone and turn on the speaker on your desk. “Is everyone ready to sing?” The music starts and you lead your students in the song. They all sing along and by the last chorus, you realize that Javy’s singing along from where he’s posted supervising one of the tables. He catches your eye and smiles as he sings along.

After the song is done, you leave it playing on repeat as your students dig into the food and you make sure the adult volunteers each get a bowl, ending with Javy. “How is it?” you ask as you pause next to him before making your next round of the classroom.

“I mean, it’s definitely not as good as I remember, probably since it's just hotdogs and olives in chicken stock, but not bad.”

You chuckle, “Don’t forget the chives.”

“How could I ever forget the chives?” He says as he takes a comically large slurp and you bat at his arm.

“Stop that, you’re supposed to be setting a good example.” He raises a hand in surrender.

“Fine, fine,” he pauses, looking around. “Wait, Roadie where’s your bowl?”

“Oh,” you fidget nervously. “There wasn’t enough left over,” you clock his expression and rush to assure him. “It’s fine though, like you said, it’s not exactly fine dining.” You pause your rambling as Javy’s spoon stops by your lips. “J-Javy…” you stammer at his brazen action. “Javy, I can’t I’m at work.”

“Can’t or won’t?” He asks and you feel your cheeks heat. He taps your lips with the spoon.

“Javy’s you’re going to spill!” You say as carefully as you can.

“Then open up, Meep.” You glare at him as you open your mouth and he spoons the soup into it. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, Meep?” He says as you swallow.

“I’m going to turn YOU into octopus stew.” You growl quietly at him and he laughs deeply as you walk away.

***

Half an hour later you’re cleaning up alongside the other volunteers as the kids head off to their actual lunch. The last of the parents say their goodbyes to you and then it’s just you and Javy as you tie off a trash bag. “Here, I’ll take that on my way out.” You look up to see Javy holding out a hand to you.”

“Oh, it’s fine, Javy, I’ve got it.” He doesn’t move, however, and that’s how Josie find the two of you when she walks in with her lunch.

“Oh, Javy! I forgot you were going to here today.” She most certainly didn’t since it had been the only thing she wanted to talk about this morning. He gives her a tight-lipped smile in response.

“Josie.” He nods curtly before turning to you, flexing his fingers in your direction in silent request for the trash bag. “I was just about to leave. Roadie give me the bag.” You’re about to protest again when Josie snatches the bag from your grip and practically throws it at Javy.

“Thanks, Javy, that’s so sweet of you.” You swallow hard at the barely disguised animosity between the two of them.

“It’s nothing.” He says tightly before turning back to you. “Roadie, I wanted to invite you to come out tonight. A group of us are going to karaoke tonight and after that rendition of Octopus Stew, you have to join.” Your cheeks flame instantly.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s right. Roadie you should go.” You round on Josie with a surprised look.

“You’re not going?” You ask, and she shakes her head.

“Not on a school night, sorry hon. But the other girls will be there, you should go. They don’t bite.” It’s not the girls biting that you’re worried about but you don’t bring that up.

“Then it’s settled,” Javy says and you whip around back to him. “I’ll text you the address. We usually start getting there around 7, I’ll see you there.” You gape as he hefts the trash bag and heads at the door, turning when he gets there, giving you a wave before he disappears.

You round on Josie. “Jo!”

“Oh, don’t Jo me, Roadie, you should go! Who knows? Maybe you’ll even have fun!” Josie says as she pulls up a chair to your desk and settles down with her lunch.

“I can’t sing in front of people!” You insist as you slump into your chair across from her.

“You sing in front of people every day, hon.” She says and tilts her head at the classroom behind her.

“That’s different,” you pout and she waves her fork at you.

“So just pretend they’re your students. Imagine them as a room full of cute little kindergarteners. If it helps, I’m sure Zam has their actual baby pictures and if she doesn’t she can find them for you.” You shake your head.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You say and you hate how whiny your voice sounds.

“So don’t. No one said you have to sing anything. Just show up, and hang out with everyone. And if it’s awful? Call me and I’ll come and save you.” You go quiet and scrutinize your sandwich while Josie watches you over her pasta salad.

“Why would you do that?” You say, finally.

“Because you’re my friend and I love you?” She says nonchalantly and you pause for longer than you’re comfortable with before you nod and go back to your sandwich.

***

The karaoke place is in a nice part of town and you glare at the full set of street parking spaces in front of the bar. You hate having to parallel park as it is and now you can’t even find a spot. A sharp honk from behind you forces you to keep driving past the front and attempt to find parking as you make the world’s most convoluted loop around the block. Fifteen minutes later, you’re on the verge of tears as yet another car honks angrily at you as you continue your search for your third time around the block. You’re about to just give up and go home when your phone starts to ring and Nat’s name comes up on the screen of your car. You take a deep breath before you tap the screen to answer the call and then Nat’s voice is filling the car.

“Hey, Roadie! Javy said he invited you to come tonight and I wanted to make sure he gave you the address?”

“Y-yeah he did, I just, I’m trying to find a place to park.” You hate how defeated you sound. “Is there some kind of lot I’m supposed to know about because this is my third time around the block and I still can’t find a-” Another car honks behind you and you snap. “STOP HONKING AT ME, I’M TRYING, DAMMIT!” You snap, forgetting that Nat’s still on the line.

“Hold on Roadie, I’m coming, I’ll show you some spots that we usually try when it’s a busy night.” You struggle out an affirmative as you try not to die of embarrassment as you make another loop around and Nat waves from the sidewalk outside the bar when you make it back around. She runs over and slides into the passenger seat and your feet are on the gas, too scared of getting honked at again. Nat directs you down some side streets and lo and behold you finally find a parking spot.

“Thanks,” you murmur, still embarrassed as you climb out of the car and follow Nat back toward the bar.

“Don’t worry about it. People can be such assholes, honestly, there’s no reason to honk over nothing.” She says and gives you a comforting smile that you can’t help but return.

When you get to the bar you’re pleased to find that it’s clean, well-lit, and much nicer than you would have expected. You spot Jake, Bradley, Zam, Mickey, and a few other people you don’t recognize at a table near the back. Jake waves when he sees you and you manage a shy smile before you wave back. “Roadie!” He calls out when you get closer, “glad you could make it!”

“Thanks for having me,” you say, twisting the strap of your purse as Zam scoots over to make space for you next to her. Nat sits on your other side. There are two girls on Zam’s other side that you don’t recognize. The older one looks about your age and she reaches a hand over to you.

“Hi, Roadie! I’m Bugs, the team physician and Jake’s girlfriend. It’s so nice to finally meet you! Jake’s been talking about you, nonstop!” The other girl looks significantly younger than the rest of the group and if you didn’t know better you’d think she was a college student. She tilts her chin in greeting.

“I’m Dragon, the goalie development coach.” You give her a timid nod back. The boy sitting next to her has a sweet face behind round glasses, and he gives you a friendly wave. “I’m Bob, I’m one of the goalies.” He introduces himself and you smile slightly.

“Roadie! My main competition!” Mickey exclaims and you have to giggle at that. You and Mickey trade off on babysitting duty for the Fitch kids so you’ve crossed paths on more than one occasion. Zam laughs as well. “It’s so cool that you came out tonight! What are you thinking of singing?” You curl into yourself a little at that.

“I-I’m not sure yet.”

“You want first dibs?” Jake asks around the chicken wing he’s currently devouring and your mortification must show on your face because Bradley pipes up.

“He’s kidding, obviously.”

“You just want to go first, Bradshaw,” Jake says good-naturedly while he licks sauce off his fingers. “You wouldn’t guess it, but he’s such a microphone hog.” He says conspiratorially to you even though the whole table can hear and Bradley rolls his eyes, shoving a good-natured elbow in Jake’s direction.

“Where’s Javy?” You ask since he seems to be the only person missing that you’re aware of. Jake frowns at that.

“Good question, he said he was getting beers for everyone, but that was a while ago.” He cranes his head in the direction of the bar, but there are too many people in the way to get a clean line of sight.

“I’ll go look for him,” you offer, and Nat scoots out of the way so you can get out of the booth.

“I’ll come with you,” she says and Zam scoots out behind you as well.

“Make it three, I want cheese fries.” Bradley reaches a hand over the table to grab her wrist.

“Put it on my tab, Honey,” and Mickey makes exaggerated kissing sounds as Zam disengages her wrist from his grip with a smirk.

“I’ll think about it,” she says, sticking her tongue out at him and he frowns slightly before rolling his eyes as Zam links arms with you and drags you towards the bar. The line is long so the three of you join the end of it and still aren’t any closer to being able to see the bar or Javy. Zam squeezes your arm. “I’m so glad you came out, tonight Roadie! We never have enough girls so we’re always outnumbered. This is perfect!” You force a smile as her bubbly personality threatens to overwhelm you. Nat squeezes your other arm.

“It’s nice to have at least one other sane person here.” She says with a wink and Zam gapes at her.

“You did NOT just say that!” She says and Nat shrugs.

“The truth hurts,” and she laughs and you can’t help but join in. You hear the microphone crackle and Bradley has taken up the microphone first. Zam cheers, waving to him and he grins at her before the bar fills with the sound of Jerry Lewis’s “Great Balls of Fire.” He has a good voice and the three of you enjoy the performance as the line creeps forward. Bradley’s finished and Jake’s gone through a frankly impressive rendition of Mamma Mia by ABBA, and now Mickey’s serenading the bar with some sweet-sounding song in Spanish when the bar finally comes into view and your eyes find their target and your feet stop.

Javy’s standing by the bar, a beer in hand with not one but two model-looking girls standing on either side of them. One has a hand on his bicep and you can’t help the way your stomach drops. The other is looking him up and down like he’s a three-course meal and you feel pain lance through you as you see him return the favor.

“What the FUCK?” Zam says next to you and you realize both your companions have also spotted Javy. Nat squeezes your hand tightly but you feel numb. “I’m going to kill him!” Zam exclaims, tightening her grip on your arm.

“Not if I get there first,” Nat says in a scarily calm voice. You swallow, hard, unmoving until Zam starts to pull away, making to head towards Javy. You reach out instinctively, grabbing her arm.

“Wait, wait, Zam don’t!” You try to stop her and she rounds on you, eyes wide in surprise.

“I mean if you want to, be my guest, of course.” You shake your head.

“No, no, I-” you shake your head again. “Just leave it, Zam. It’s not worth it.” She gapes at you and even Nat looks surprised.

“Roadie, that’s your boyfriend over there flirting with not only one but TWO other women? And you want to just leave it alone?”

You swallow hard as traitorous tears threaten to rise to your eyes. “But he’s not, is he? He’s not my anything. So just leave it, and I’ll go home, it’s fine. Seriously.” She frowns at you, pulling her arm free of your grip before crossing them across her chest as she rounds on you.

“Yes, yes he IS your boyfriend. We’re at a a bar, we’re in public, full of people with cameras and social media, so yes Roadie, he’s your boyfriend and that does make this your problem.” You duck your head as your cheeks heat, ashamed.

“Hey, hey, calm down, both of you. Roadie if you don’t want to make a scene then that’s okay, we can take care of this a different way. But just know that if you do want to make one? We’ve got your back.” She gives you a grim smile and you shake your head. “Okay, now let’s be smart about this. Come with me, Zam you stay and get your fries. I’ve got this.” Nat leads you back towards the table and Bradley catches sight of the two of your first. You see his brows furrow at your grim expressions.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He calls and the others turn to look at you and Nat. “Where’s Zam?”

Nat jerks her chin back towards the bar, “she’s getting her fries. Jake we have a problem.” Jake arches a blonde eyebrow before his furrow too at Nat’s steely expression. “Javy’s probably not coming back with those beers anytime soon given that he’s busy flirting with some girls over by the bar.” Jake and Bradley’s jaws tighten at Nat’s words. “You,” Nat jabs a finger at Jake, “need to step the fuck up as a captain and his best friend, because this is unacceptable. Roadie shouldn’t have to clean up after him like he’s a fucking toddler. That wasn’t part of the agreement.” Jake nods, grimly.

“I’ll talk to him, Nat.” He turns to you next, “Roadie are you okay?” You shrug numbly.

“So get him back,” Dragon speaks up and you look over to where she’s scowling in the back of the booth.

“I-I don’t…” You stammer and she shakes her head.

“If you don’t have the words, use someone else’s.” You look confused until Mickey comes back to the table.

“Who’s up next?” He asks, holding out the microphone.

“Roadie,” Dragon says as she slides over Bugs to join you. “Come on, let’s go, Roadie.” You exchange a look with Nat and she follows you and Dragon up to the karaoke kiosk. “Remember,” Dragon says, turning to you. “If you don’t want to be yourself, you don’t have to be. Be someone braver. It helps me.” She says with a shrug and you swallow, nodding as you look through the song list.

***

You’ve started to tremble by the time you climb onto the stage on shaky legs, gripping the microphone like it’s a lifeline. You try to focus on Dragon’s words. You don’t have to be you. Right now you need to play a part, the girlfriend scorned. You think back to Zam and Nat’s righteous anger when they’d seen Javy and close your eyes to concentrate as guitar creeps through the speakers.

“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man.” You open your eyes and focus on how you have a clear view of Javy and the girls. He hasn’t seen you yet and suddenly you feel a rush of power as you watch them from afar. “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene please don't take him just because you can.” Your voice trembles but in it a way it adds to the mood of the song. It’s then that Javy finally looks up, probably due to your voice not being one of his friends’ and as you lock eyes with him the fear disappears from your mind.

“Your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green. Your smile is like a breath of spring, your voice is soft like summer rain and I cannot compete with you, Jolene.” You feel your body begin to sway slightly in time with the music as you watch Javy’s lips part in surprise.

“He talks about you in his sleep and there's nothin' I can do to keep from cryin' when he calls your name, Jolene.” You let a single tear that hasn’t dried from your lashes slide down your cheek. “And I can easily understand how you could easily take my man, but you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.” You give a slight shrug of your shoulders as you close your eyes again, letting yourself become the woman in the song.

“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you, please don't take my man. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene please don't take him just because you can.” When you open your eyes again, the two girls who have been flirting with Javy are following his gaze to you and you feel the edge of your lip curl into the slightest hint of a smile.

“You could have your choice of men but I could never love again.” You shake your head every so slightly. “He's the only one for me, Jolene. I had to have this talk with you. My happiness depends on you and whatever you decide to do, Jolene.” You dip your chin slightly and you glance back from the girls to Javy and even from here you can see the guilt shining in his eyes as you go into the last chorus.

“Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging of you, please don't take my man. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, please don't take him even though you can. Jolene, Jolene.” Your voice is strong now and you grip the microphone like it’s a weapon rather than a support. Applause errupst from the bar, definitely loudest coming from your party’s small table. You see Dragon wolf-whistle and you give a slight curtsy in her direction.

When you step off the stage you hand the microphone off to Zam who looks impressed. “I’m heading home for the night, I have some lesson plans that need finalizing before tomorrow, but thanks for having me.” You give everyone a polite smile and no one moves to stop you as you make your way across the bar. You’re almost to the door when a hand wraps around your upper arm.

“Roadie!” Javy’s voice catches your ear and you turn your head to meet his gaze, cooly. “Wait, listen, I can explain.”

“NO.” The words are firm and he lets go of your arm at your sharp tone. “Fuck you, Javy.” You say coldly and then you turn and walk out of the bar, trying to ignore the bite of pain in your heart as you hear the door swing shut behind you, unobstructed

A/N: Yiiiikes, Javy’s really fucked up this time… how do we think he’s going to make it up to Roadie? Also since I’m the only one who grew up with octopus soup, apparently, here’s the song.

[mr-asa-jones]

Kate has been a naughty girl and has had her bare bottom spanked by Miss Kenworthy, Head of Discipline at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls.

She is then told that she is not allowed to rub her stinging buttocks and must put her hands on her head and face the wall.

She is stood sniffing, feeling forlorn and embarrassed.

The clock ticks, she can hear paper crinkle and move as Miss Kenworthy is busy working.

But...

If that wasn't enough, she hears the intercom buzzer. The Secretary says that a sales rep is here.

Miss Kenworthy says, quite matter of factly..."Oh good, I need to see her, send her through."

"Do not move!" She says to Kate.

There is a knock on the door and the woman walks in.

In her humiliation Kate begins to sob in shame.

"Hello, come I, sit down, I will arrange a pot of tea and biscuits, I have a big order for you....oh ignore her, she has just had a good long spanking on her bare bottom....quiet Kate! Or I will put you back over for some moor ..."

The Rep smiles as she looks at Kate's red cheeks then sits down.

Moments later, another knock, the tea and biscuits are here, and the secretary brings them in.

Oh the humiliation!!!

[maplewozapi]

Looking at a the asks you answered about indigenous people in fantasy and about indigenous rep by non-indigenous writers, I have a follow up question, if you don't mind- Seeing how common it is for fantasy works to use cultural mish-mashes, especially like medieval Europe-ish or Warring States fantasy Japan, is there a way to respectfully incorporate indigenous cultures into that sort of world (particularly ones near to each other), or should it be avoided entirely, in your opinion?

Surprisingly Peter Pan 2023 did a great job, still it’s weird that native people are just chilling in neverland but I appreciate that they faced their past and hired native people. I think about harry potter’s little grubby hands trying to world build magic lore for the United States AND IM HORRIFIED. Already the four houses and eventual "monsters" in that setting is making my stomach hurt, honestly that is cultural appropriation and commodification at its finest, the worst example. Then I think about ATLAB and the mixing of cultures is kinda crazy like I love the show so much! But at the same time this is kinda crazy! I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with the level of commodification and the melting pot of cultures. If I saw someone cosplaying the "sun warriors" like🧍‍♀️it scares me. We know that culture isn’t a custom 😣🙏 right? Right? At what point do they say "put a headdress in the show" and everyone starts cosplaying, like a Disney Pocahontas/mulan/moana custom situation, ITS CRAZY. I’m saying this because you don’t want to go the avatar or the Harry Potter direction there is some crazy nuances that can only be created and managed by indigenous people.

I can’t recommend their videos enough because they really do get into cultural sensitivity and misappropriation of them.