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thistleation · 2 months ago
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hubbvrd · 7 months ago
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Can you write more stories with Nick Bosa please 💕
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summary — Nick and you have been dating for some time now without having revealed this publicly anywhere. It was supposed to stay that way. But when suddenly loads of photos start appearing online and you start getting not-so-nice messages, you decide it's time to have that one conversation with Nick.
pairing — nick bosa x reader
words — 1524
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It wasn't exactly easy to date someone who was in the public eye and who was also adored by countless women.
There was no perfect way or right words to help you deal with such situations and certain words that weren't exactly nice.
And that's exactly the situation you're in right now.
A few weeks ago you had met the 49er defensive player at the gym, the first time you had ever entered a gym in your life and everything was new to you.
You had haphazardly tried out one device or another and had been sure that you had done them correctly until a nice man, who looked like a male teddy bear, had come over to you and helped you and improved yourself.
When you invited Nick to a coffee afterwards, where you got talking straight away and you both felt like you'd known each other forever, you exchanged numbers.
And now almost a month later, you're dating. 
It's not easy to date a football player in secret, so immediately after your first date there were a few photos and references on gossip sites on various platforms.
At first, your identity remained a secret until a few fans used their stalker skills to get your name online, along with a few not-so-nice messages.
Right now, you're sitting on the sofa with your phone, scrolling through your unread messages on Instagram.
A few of them are really nice, so words like "Nick has been beaming ever since he started dating you. Thank you for making him happy" ; "You're so pretty! Nick is so lucky, wow!!!".
But you can count these nice messages on both fingers, so it's mostly the not-so-nice messages that reach you and don't seem to be getting any fewer.
The urge to know what strangers think about you has won, so that countless tears are now rolling down your cheeks and won't stop.
It's not fair that strangers who didn't even know you wrote such nasty things, some of which were below the belt.
You knew that dating someone famous wasn't easy and wasn't all positive, but you just weren't prepared for news like this.
A quiet sob escapes your lips as you carelessly throw your cell phone on the sofa and get up.
You start pacing back and forth in the living room as you keep glancing at the clock hanging on the wall.
A few minutes ago, you called Nick and asked him to come to your house to talk to him about everything.
Nick knew that there were some photos of the two of you together online, but he didn't know that they had found your Instagram account in the meantime and were sending you private messages.
You wrestled with yourself for a long time and thought about whether you should continue to keep this from him or tell him the truth.
After a lot of back and forth, you called Nick over to your place.
When the doorbell rings, you flinch, startled, and wipe your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater.
Your eyes are still pretty red and puffy, so Nick will know immediately that something is wrong. But it makes you feel a little better to wipe away the new tears.
Before you open the door, you take a deep breath and then open the door with a forced smile, which doesn't stay firmly on your face.
Nick's happy face at seeing you again slips right off his face, so that within a few seconds a worried expression appears on his face.
Without saying anything, he pushes past you into your apartment, only to pull you into his strong arms a few seconds later.
And this embrace causes everything inside you to literally collapse like a house of cards again and endless tears begin to stream down your cheeks.
Without saying anything, Nick holds you tightly in his arms as his hand strokes your back again and again to soothe you.
Sobbing, you bury your nose in his shirt so that his scent envelops you and slowly begins to calm you down.
As the last sob leaves your lips and the shaking of your shoulders subsides, Nick lifts you up without further ado and carries you over to the living room, where he lays you carefully on the sofa.
With a cuddly blanket, he lies down next to you to cover you both and then wraps his arms tightly around you and pulls you back against his warm chest.
You feel him carefully rest his head on yours and brush his hand over your arm.
"What happened?" He asks a short time later into the silence, causing you to flinch in shock.
"They know. They know everything," you whisper quietly, your voice sounding almost hoarse from all the crying.
"Who knows what?" Nick checks again to make sure you're on the same subject.
Because in the time he's been holding and comforting you, he's actually thought that this must have something to do with you and the fans.
You gather your courage and start to tell Nick everything. From the photos of the two of you that have appeared to the account you found and the nasty messages.
As you talk, you hand him your cell phone with the messages, some of which Nick reads through and then spreads an apologetic and pained expression on his face.
You can see how these words that have reached you are hurting him and how guilty he is starting to feel, even though he is not responsible for these nasty words.
"Y/n, I-I..." Nick more or less begins to apologize. But you shake your head.
"No, Nick. Please don't apologize for those words. It's not your fault that people can be too mean and nasty."
You slowly sit up so that you can look into Nick's brown eyes, in which tears are slowly gathering and causing your heart to contract slightly.
You've never seen Nick even remotely this upset, so it hurts more to see Nick like this now than to have read the words yourself earlier.
"It really hurt to read that at first, Nick. I am honest with you and have questioned all of this and wondered if this hate is really worth us continuing to date. I know how much hate destroys people. No one deserves this hate."
You carefully place your hands on Nick's cheeks so that Nick's gaze slowly wanders up to your eyes.
He looks nervous and scared at the same time. But you can't blame him, because if you were him, you'd be just as afraid of your next words.
"But I also know that none of them know me the way you know me. Everyone will probably never be able to accept me. But it's the same outside of social media, isn't it? You don't get that in real life, but it's the same. That's why... That's why I've come to a decision."
"Y/n...I understand if this is all too much for you and you'd rather have more privacy. If that's what you want, I'll accept that and we can be friends."
Nick's hands move up to yours so he takes your hands in his and squeezes them gently, his eyes still on yours.
"I don't want to be just friends, Nick. I'm falling in love with you. So I'll tell you now: I don't care what they say. I want to be with you." Towards the end, your voice gets a little quieter and shakier.
"Y/n..." Nick starts again, but you interrupt him again.
"No, Nick. I don't want to throw away what we have because of crap like this. I like you far too much for that. I can't just ignore or dismiss my feelings because some woman thinks she's better for you than I am and tries to belittle me with her words. I'm going to deal with it. I'm not going to read one more message and stand over the fact that I, of all people, get to be by the side of a man as great as you."
"God, y/n..." Nick whispers as he rests his forehead against yours. "I'm so glad we found each other and I'm falling in love with you, this special woman."
Your eyes start to burn again, which causes new tears to gather in your eyes.
But this time not with pain, but with happiness.
Nick and his words just make the pain turn to happiness in a matter of seconds and you can't believe you have someone so amazing in front of you.
And you can hardly wait to take the next steps with Nick. Deep down, you hope that the hate will lessen and that the fans who hate will see how happy Nick is.
But even if the hate will never go away, you will find a way to deal with it even better.
Because that's the path you're going to take so that you can continue to be by Nick's side.
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denmeetssports · 10 months ago
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pov: you’re dating Nick Bosa.
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catindabag · 1 year ago
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TBOSAS on Crack short take (43)
Coral: I’ll be honest, our Menders-
Lucy Gray: Mentors.☺️
Coral: *glares at Lucy Gray* Our Menders might be a bunch of drunk idiots, but their gift baskets and cookies were delicious.
Otto: True. I can’t seem to stop eating the blueberry flavored ones.
Mizzen: Hey, does anyone want to donate their shares to me-
Panlo: For the last time, 4, we are not giving you our shares!
Mizzen: Why?!
Panlo: You know why!
Mizzen: Seriously, I don’t-
Ginnee: You literally stole and ate half of our goods already!
Dill: You also stole and ate Wovey’s last cookie.
Mizzen: That was Brandy!
Brandy: No, it wasn’t! I was too busy stealing and eating Reaper’s-
Reaper: That was you, 10?!
Brandy: See! I told you I was committing a totally different crime at that time.
Mizzen: Fine. It was me.
Reaper: You heartless little shi-
Mizzen: But you guys weren’t eating them!
Treech: Obviously, we were saving them for later!
Mizzen: But I’m hungry.🥺
Reaper: How are you still hungry?! You literally stole all of Lamina’s cookies!
Mizzen: But I thought she didn’t want them-
Reaper: Look at her! She’s still crying over them!
Lamina: My cookies!😭
Mizzen: Well, we can always wait for pretty boy (Coryo) and his rich boyfriend (Sejanus) to give us more food-
Marcus: Please stop mentioning idiot Plinth in front of me and my stale bread.
Treech: Why, Marcus? Are you embarrassed to see your friend again-
Marcus: Idiot Plinth is not my friend!😠
Lucy Gray: But you still ate the cookies he gave you-
Marcus: I ate them out of spite!
Coral: And you’re also invited to their upcoming wedding-
Marcus: Don’t remind me!
Circ: I’ll go to their wedding if you don’t.
Lucy Gray: Me too!
Mizzen: Free food is free food.
Marcus: Ughhh! Why are you supporting crazy Plinth and his pretty blonde boyfriend?!
Lucy Gray: FYI, Coryo’s hair is not blonde. It’s white as snow-
Marcus: You’re even using his stupid nickname!
Lucy Gray: We’re best friends.☺️
Marcus: Since when?!
Lucy Gray: Since the moment I promised Coryo and Sejanus that I’ll sing ✨Snow On The Beach✨ and ✨Lover✨ on their wedding day.😌💅
Marcus: Don’t say his name!
Lucy Gray: Sejanus.
Marcus: I hate you-
Sejanus: Hi, guys!😊
Tanner: What the heck?!
Jessup: How did you get in here?!
Coryo: My fiancé payed the Peacekeepers to let us in.
Coral: That’s allowed?!
Lucy Gray: Hi, Coryo!
Coryo: Hey, Birdy.
Sejanus: Hi, Marcus!
Marcus: I ain’t Marcus!
Sejanus: But-
Lucy Gray: I thought you guys were punished by your Dean for ruining your fancy school’s reputation?
Sejanus: We were!😀
Coryo: And this is our punishment.
Treech: To annoy us?!
Coryo: Unfortunately, no. But we were ordered by ✨The Academy✨ to bring you guys some food and supplies.
Lucy Gray: How did you even get your fancy school to support us?
Coryo: ✨Ravinstill Nepotism✨.
Reaper: Ravinstill?!
Coryo: It’s the most powerful name in the Capitol.
Coral: So where are they, Blondie? Where’s my cheesecake and burgers?
Coryo: Well, I was thinking about asking you guys what you want to eat because Sejanus said that we could order takeouts today.
Dill: What’s a takeout?
Coryo: Basically, you order the food that you want to eat and someone will deliver it here for you.
Lucy Gray: We can order anything?!
Coryo: Anything. My boyfriend is rich AF.
Sejanus: Order what you want, Coryo, my love, my Snow Angel!😍
Coryo: See. I told you he’ll pay for it.
Tanner: Must be nice to be Plinth’s sugar baby-
Coryo: Boyfriend.
Tanner: Sugar-
Coryo: Boyfriend.
Tanner: Baby.
Lucy Gray: Fiancé!😀
Sejanus: Husband!😘
Mizzen: I want a stuffed salmon with lemon sauce on the side!
Coral: One roasted lobster and hash browns for me!
Tanner: Baby back ribs with fries!
Dill: Green Bean Casserole!
Jessup: One stuffed turkey!
Panlo: A grilled cheese sandwich!
Lucy Gray: Smashed Potatoes with love on the side!😘
Lamina: My cookies!😭
Brandy: Chicken! A whole ass chicken!
Coryo: Slow down! I can’t keep up with all of you shouting at the same time!
Wovey: Can we order a whole serving of Apple Berry Pie?
Coryo: Anything for you, sweetie.
Sejanus: How about you, Marcus?
Marcus: I’m on diet.
Sejanus: But-
Coryo: Babe, let me do it.
Sejanus: Ok.😞
Coryo: How about you, Marcus?
Marcus: Give me a hundred chicken nuggets. I’m hungry.🥺
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feddy-34 · 26 days ago
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inspired by this lovely tweet from @ohymnia have some brain rot
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under the cut: dubcon/noncon, omegaverse, forced mating, mpeg mention, idk man
but anyway that one brock/nick fic on ao3 where brock's never had anyone to share his heat with before and so nick offers to help out cuz he has a moment where he sees brock being alone sitting by his locker and nick can smell the preheat on him and he's like "damn my qb is kinda pretty"
but!!! brock says no
and nick is not a person used to being told no (see above image) so he's pissed. who does brock think he is? rejecting a second overall pick, multi million dollar contract, top DE in the league alpha? he's the last overall pick, nobody wanted him anyway. and nick's getting more and more ratched up and his scent is getting stronger and stronger until brock feels like he's suffocating. he wants to leave but what can he do? everyone else has cleared out of the building already (brock took a long ass time in the showers) and nick's got him perfectly cornered.
plus brock's an omega going into preheat, nick's heavy ass pheromones are really starting to take a toll on him. he can feel his scent glands throbbing, knees getting weaker as the urge to submit takes over. and really, would it be so bad? finally having someone to ease the pain that roars through him setting every limb on fire? "i know you haven't had anyone to help you, but i'm here now," nick says, and isn't he? he's right there, a perfectly viable alpha. some part of brock's brain tells him to resist, to not give in, but that instinct is getting quieter and quieter as brock feels himself pulled towards nick.
and before he knows it, he's on his knees.
nick takes him home, cares for him through his heat, does an okay job, but he never leaves brock alone. every single moment he's there, presence and scent filling up every room of brock's house until he feels like he'll never be able to escape nick. he finally gets him out when his heat is clearly over, only convincing nick by promising that he'll come over after practice.
it's the first moment brock's had to himself in days. his mind feels numb, automatically dumping sheets and blankets into the washer, making himself a quick snack, mechanically scrubbing himself down. until he steps out of the shower and sees the marks. brock is absolutely covered in scratches, bruises, bites, and the more he looks the more he feels them start to sting and pulse. did nick really do this? brock doesn't remember feeling much pain, but he also doesn't really remember much at all. staring at the perfectly defined handprint-shaped bruises covering his hips and waist, his stomach starts to sink.
but nick is nice enough at practice and he sits next to brock on the plane a few times and he takes him out to dinner once or twice and doesn't hit him as hard during scramble drills. brock feels like he's moving in a slight haze until his next heat rolls around. and nick finds him in the locker room again.
this time there's no resistance, brock sliding silently to his knees as the instinct tugging at the back of his mind is silenced. he's quiet as nick drives him home, head leaning against the window. he presses his mouth shut as nick grabs his arm to drag him out of the car. he bites his lip as nick messes up his carefully crafted nest. this time his mind is clear. he can feel every bruising hold, every sharp scratch, every aching bite. but nick's helping him, isn't he? brock's heard that it's supposed to hurt, even when you're with an alpha.
and there is some relief, when nick pushes in, when he rocks his hips back and forth in a smooth continuous notion, when he lightly trails his fingertips all over brock's body. and when his knot finally pops, it's the most relief brock has felt all day.
but then. the bite.
sheer piercing agony radiating out from brock's neck to every part of his body. he feels like he's going to faint, ears ringing and vision blacked out.
and it's okay, it's fine. nick helps him clean out the bloody mess left on the front of his throat, nicely placed for the whole world to see. brock purdy, officially claimed omega. of course he hasn't bitten nick back yet but they'll do that nick's next rut. right? and brock didn't actually ask to be mated but nick's just helping him and looking out for him, the way a good alpha would. nick says it's a dangerous league, that they're aren't many alphas like himself who would be willing to help such a low status omega. brock should consider himself lucky.
and so he lives his little mated life, alphas steering clear of him, even ones he used to call friends. nick scares them away with his dark glare and bared teeth. but that's alright because he just needs nick. all he needed was a good alpha, and now look how well things are going. soon enough nick's going to put a baby in him and then he won't have to worry about football at all. brock won't have to worry about players hitting him on the field, even though he lives for the adrenaline rush. he won't have to deal with leading anyone, even though that's all he's ever wanted in life. he won't have to deal with alphas cornering him when he's vulnerable, although only nick ever does.
but he's an alpha, he can take what he wants. and brock is his. his to use, his to rule, his to discard when he gets bored. and so if brock jumps when he feels those hands close around his waist, so what? so what if the locker room hasn't emptied yet and brock can feel the weight of their stares on his shoulders? so what if he has to wear more and more layers to cover up the marks that nick always leaves? so what if the cleaning staff have tried to slip him notes, asking about his screams?
he won't have to worry about any of that soon, now that his life's been taken away.
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fictitiousfoodie · 1 year ago
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Nicks Naughty Night
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You and Nick decide to make some noise for the night.
TW: Daddy Kink, SMUT, P in V, No Condom (wrap it before you tap it).
Word Count: 2475
You hadn't been dating Nick long. He had bumped into you a few months ago at a coffee shop and slipped the coffee all down the front of you. He had offered to buy you a new cup, get your clothes dry-cleaned, and an absurd amount of apologies. That turned into chatting for several hours and him asking to take you to dinner in a few days. The rest was history. You had been dating him ever since.
Tonight was the charity night for Nick's football team, the Forty-Niners. He told you it was a black tie event, and you were pleased to get so dressed up. You had gone dress shopping a few weekends prior and found the most sultry black dress. It was floor-length with a hip-high split with the slightest hint of gold detail. The neckline was a pointed sweetheart that plunged with a V down to your rib cage. This wasn't the first going out with Nick in public or meeting his teammates, but this was the first time there would be lots of publicity. You would be photographed with Nick and wouldn't step out in anything that made you feel less than the villain in your own movie. You finished the look with your hair in Hollywood waves and a simple black strapped stiletto.
The event started at 8, and promptly, at 7:15, there was a knock at your door. You opened the door to find Nick in a pitch-black tux that immediately made you horny.
"Hi, Handsome, you look amazing," you said, trying to not give in to the building need inside you.
"Damn, babe. You look incredible. It's a good thing I know how to fight 'cause you are going to be turning every man's head", he spoke while continually dragging his eyes up and down your body. He started to move toward you and went in for a kiss. As you parted your lips and let his tongue in, it became a heated mess. A tiny gasp escaped you as he slid his arms around you, one going around your waist and the other sliding through the slit in your dress to find your ass and squeeze. Suddenly, you heard a throat clear loudly, and you both broke away from the kiss.
Nick seemed annoyed at the interruption and only turned his head to find Ralph, your next-door neighbor who had made several passes at you, to which you had repeatedly stated you were just friends. Ralph was what you called a cigarette man. He was thin and dressed like an intellectual, which was terrible. You just weren't particularly attracted to it. When it comes to romance, especially the bedroom, you like to be more submissive. Ralph was not dominant but more arrogant. He always assumed to be the smartest in the room and had no problem sharing his opinion. When you first moved into the building, Ralph had been fantastic. He helped you with the best places in the neighborhood to eat and tricks to living in San Francisco. He loved books and movies which you talked about a lot. He had become a great friend, but he started to want to be more than friends. He made several requests for dates, and slowly, you had stopped hanging out with him. The last time he had asked was after your first date with Nick, and you had become slightly annoyed at him not taking no for an answer so you had been even more honest and had told him he wasn't your type. You hadn't seen him much since then, but apparently, he decided to make an appearance, and Nick had left the apartment door wide open. You put a smile on your face and quickly stated, "Evening Ralph."
"Y/N," he grunted with a curt nod. "So I guess a hulking giant who likes public displays of affection is more your type," at that, Nick started to growl and let you go, ready to defend you, but you got there first.
"Yes, Nick is absolutely my type because he's big and strong but kind and caring. Sorry about the door we were just leaving," you quickly rushed out as you pulled Nick out of your apartment and locked the door, "we have a charity event tonight, so we won't be bothering you any longer. Have a good night!" You finished as you pulled Nick into the elevator that arrived quickly.
"Whatever, just be quiet when you return, I guess, since you will probably have a drunk gorilla to handle," Ralph replied with a rude and dismissive tone.
Luckily, the elevator doors closed before Nick could say or do anything.
"What is his problem?" Nick asked, clearly and understandably upset.
"I'm so sorry. He thinks highly of himself, and I told him the last time I saw him that he wasn't my type cause he wasn't taking just a plain no thank you as an answer to his date invitations. Please don't let him ruin the night. I am so excited."
"Ruin my night. I don't want him to ruin yours. I couldn't care less what he says about me."
You signed with relief and let a slow smile slip across your face.
"He hasn't now. I believe we were in the middle of something…" you started to say, but then the elevator dinged. The doors slid open to the lobby of your apartment, "Oh darn, I guess we will have to continue later." You whispered while giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
Nick started to pull you out of the lobby with your arm wrapped around his. He suddenly pulled you in front of him with his chest to your back and whispered, "You are a tease and will be paying for that later." You just smiled and hoped the event passed by rather quickly.
The charity ball was beautifully decorated but a little overwhelming. There were cameras and reporters everywhere, not to mention the hands of team owners, coaches, and sponsors to shake and be introduced to. Once the formalities were taken care of, the party really picked up, though. The live band was a great cover band that covered many amazing songs. Nick wasn't the most graceful dancer but would use any excuse to keep you close in his arms. Eventually, the night started to wind down, and you were both ready to go. The song had gotten progressively more sultry, and you were both prepared to be in the privacy of your apartment.
Walking into your lobby, Nick struggled to keep his hands off you. "God, I hope they don't have cameras in the elevator, he growled, flexing his hands on your ass, waiting for it to come down. However, the lobby doors opened right as the elevator doors dinged, and in walked Ralph with his crusty white dog, "Rupert." Nick didn't remove his hands from you but moved them from your ass to your waist. Ralph didn't say anything but made a sound of disgust and silently stood beside you in the elevator. You could feel the awkwardness and felt like something should be said, but all you could think of was to wish Ralph and Rupert a good night as you walked off the elevator. Ralph didn't turn around. Just rudely called, "Keep it down tonight, will ya?" over his shoulder, then slammed his apartment door. Neither one of you really worried about it because you were again alone.
While you tried to unlock your apartment door, Nick had his lips on your neck, slowly kissing a trail from behind your ear to your shoulder. You were struggling to focus but finally got the door unlocked. You both tumbled inside. You started to lean forward to lean on the couch to take your heels off, but Nick grabbed you and pulled you into the front door, twisting to push you up against it. He used one hand to pin your hands above your head and the other to grab your chin.
"You were naughty earlier if I remember correctly, and decided it was a good idea to tease me."
"No, I was not trying to tease you. I was asking where we had left off and was interrupted."
"Oh, so that can be explained, but what do you have to say about deciding to wear that delicious dress. Because I know you wouldn't be able to wear panties with a slit that high." He accused as he tested his theory and moved his hand to the front of you under the dress and was proven correct.
You gasped as his fingers grazed over your center. Unable to answer, he answered himself.
"That's what I thought, you naughty naughty girl. Now I want you to slip that pretty dress off and walk your sexy ass to your bed. Then I want you to climb in on your hands and knees and put your hands on the headboard. Do you understand, princess?"
You were putty in his hands, unable to form words. You just shook your head.
" No, princess, use your words." "Yes, Daddy, I understand." "Good girl, now go."
And with that, he pulled away from you. You slipped the dress off and let it fall to the floor, then strutted (obviously, you would put on a show) to your bedroom, put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs slightly. You may like to act dumb, but you knew what Nick wanted. He wanted to see you in a bra and stilettos in one of his favorite positions.
You heard him walk in and groan at the sight before him.
"Fuck princess, you really are perfect." He had undone his belt, pulled his jacket and tie off, buttoned his shirt a little, and rolled his sleeves up. You jumped and got goosebumps when you felt his fingers against your thighs. They slowly reached your pussy, and suddenly Nick plunged two fingers into you. You moaned out at the intrusion, "Fuck Daddy so good."
"Yea, does my princess like when I play with her wet pussy?"
"Oh fuck… yess, it's so good." You could already feel yourself getting close to cumming. You had been getting worked up all night, and now you wanted to let it all out.
"Daddy, I need you in me. I want you to use me," you begged.
Apparently, Nick wasn't in the mood to tease either because he pulled his fingers out and then was gone for a second. But then you felt his cock against your clit, and Nick was wrapped around your back.
"You sure you're ready, princess? I didn't play with you like I usually do."
"Fuck yes, I have been wanting you all night."
That was all Nick needed to hear. He plunged into you. He wasn't small at all, and usually, he would make you cum once on his fingers to make sure you were ready before sticking his cock in you. Nick gave you a few moments to adjust and then slowly started to move. You both couldn't hold back the loud moans that resulted from the sensation. He intertwined his hands with yours on the headboard and kissed any skin he could get close enough to. Nick started to move at a faster pace, and you could feel yourself getting close.
"That's it, sweet girl. I can feel you squeezing me. I know you're close; no asking tonight, just come for me. I want all that cum on my cock." He continued to pump into you. He let go of one of your hands and found your clit. He only had to rub one or two circles, and you were cumming. Nick slowed his pace slightly and fucked you through the orgasm until you calmed somewhat.
"There she is. There, my princess. You made such a mess. Look at how dirty you made my fingers."
Without thought, you opened your mouth and took his fingers, sucking and licking them clean.
"Such a good girl. Knew what I wanted, and I didn't even have to ask. Now flip over, sweet girl. I want to watch your face as I make you cum again."
Nick pulled out of you for a second to let you turn around and slide down the bed to rest your head on the pillow. Once settled, Nick slipped back in but didn't move.
Worried, you asked, "Is something wrong? Do we need to stop?"
"NO! .. Sorry, no, no, not at all. Nothing is wrong. In fact, I was just thinking how perfect everything is. You, us, tonight everything." With that, he kissed you deeply, wrapping one of his arms around you and holding himself up with the other. You started to squirm under him, ready for him to move. He broke the kiss and smiled.
"Okay, okay, I know." He started to move again and kept his eyes glued to you. He was holding on to your bed frame and was ready for both of you to cum.
"Fuck handsome just like that. "
"Shit princess, you are so sexy."
"Shit I love when you fuck me like this."
"You are taking my cock so well."
"I'm yours, baby; use me."
Nick's pupils were blown, and a dark smile grew on his face with that. "that's right, princess, you are mine. And I am gonna make sure everyone in this fucking building knows it."
"You like when I tell you you're mine."
"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours.
"Yea, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asked while pounding into you, shaking the headboard with each thrust.
"Yours, Daddy! It belongs to you. Fuck Daddy, don't stop. I want your cum daddy."
With that, Nick cam while still thrusting into you. He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled out from you. You winced as he pulled out. You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. Nick rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned you up.
"Alright, pretty girl, that was just a temporary clean. We need to get in the shower." You smiled as you saw him offering his hand and took it. You both quickly showered and climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's activities.
The next morning, you woke to find Nick's arm slumped across your midsection. You slowly slipped out from under neither it and threw on some sweats to go out and grab a coffee. When you closed the apartment door, you turned around to find Ralph and Rupert again. When Ralph saw you, his face went bright red, and you remembered that he shared the bedroom wall of your apartment. He quickly entered his apartment without making eye contact or saying anything. You giggled to yourself and walked to the elevator.
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justiceforfoxface · 1 year ago
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i agree we need more sfw coriolanus fics
can i request a fic where corio and reader are acquaintances in university, until they slowly but surely become closer and closer
i just want to read your depiction of coriolanus and what he’d be like in uni 😍
ok a) amazing idea b) i did not know what format to put this in so it sounds weird to me but i hope it sounds okay to yall c) enjoy :)
*I DON’T HAVE A CREATIVE TITLE FOR THIS*
:) 
Coriolanus Snow x Reader
Warnings: none. no use of y/n. this is sfw because were severely lacking in coryo fluff.
tried to keep coryo mostly canon here but i hope you like it :)
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Coriolanus Snow.
Everyone knew of him.
No one knew about him-or, that is to say, what he was really like. Just that he studied under Dr. Gaul herself and didn’t have any friends.
You had worked together once before, and you walked the same route to school. Every day, you would acknowledge each other, with just a nod, and that would be it. 
It probably seemed like just another thing to cross off on his daily to-do list to him, but to you, it was genuinely nice. You didn’t have many friends either, so even though he was acknowledging you out of pure manners and no actual friendliness, it made you feel a little happier.
One day, you got to University for breakfast like you did any time they served it. It didn’t taste good, but it was edible and filling, which was all that mattered to most students of the University when they had to get up early and clean themselves up to attend school.
You got yourself some food and then sat at a table, prepared to people-watch like you always did. Not in a creepy, stalkerish way. Just in a way that, if you had a camera and a permit, would be completely normal.
And your first people-watching subject, like it was most of the time, was none other than Coriolanus Snow himself.
He ate alone at the opposite corner of the room, his eyes never leaving his meal. He was the only student that didn’t have some sort of constant gossip about them, and yet he interested you the most because of that very reason. 
And then, his piercing blue eyes looked up and went directly to you, catching you in the act of staring at him and startling you. When he looked at you, you tensed up. You weren’t quite sure what you were bracing yourself for, but it couldn’t be good.
Instead, he just looked back down at his meal and continued to eat as if nothing had ever happened. 
Strange.
Your eyes traveled over the crowd of University students to move on to watching Lysistrata Vickers.
………
You get your breakfast the next day at the University like any other day, only to find Coriolanus Snow sitting at your table, directly across from where you normally would sit.
You consider walking over to his normal table and sitting there, but your curiosity overcomes you and you sit across from him. You eat in silence for a minute or two before he speaks.
“You were watching me yesterday.”
There was no point in denying it. “I was.”
“Why?”
There was no point in lying, either, not really. “Because I was interested. As to why you don’t have any friends, and why you sit alone every day.”
Coriolanus goes silent, and you begin to wonder if you’ve said something wrong. But then, he stabs at his meal with his fork and says, “I’m sitting here right now, aren’t I?”
You don’t know how to respond to that, and you doubt he’d take kindly to you saying, “That doesn’t count,” so instead, you stay quiet.
And it’s the best breakfast you’ve had since you began university.
…..
This becomes part of your daily routine as well. You and Coriolanus walked to school together, and sat and ate breakfast together in silence. No one else noticed the change, or they just didn’t ask about it. Sometimes, you would greet Coriolanus, or ask how his day was going, but you wouldn’t get long responses. He didn’t seem one for small talk.
You were one for small talk, but you could respect that he wasn’t. 
He spoke to you sometimes in class, as he did to other students. If he disagreed with anyone-or agreed-everyone would know it.
One day, after class, your things fall on the floor, and as you pick them up, Lysistrata approaches you, hands your book to you, and says, “I don’t know what you did, but it’s working.”
“What?” you say, very confused.
“Coriolanus.” Lysistrata explains. “Haven’t you noticed? He eats with you. He actually talks to you, and it’s not just to call you a failure. I think he likes you.”
“That doesn’t mean he likes me, it means he tolerates me.”
Lysistrata raises her eyebrow. “With Coriolanus, tolerating you is just him expressing his love for you. Trust me.” Her voice changes slightly. “I’ve seen it.”
You weren’t a mentor, but you remember once hearing that Coriolanus had some sort of something with his tribute last year. Lucy Gray Baird. From Twelve. 
You decided to ignore Lysistrata and ask Coriolanus about it the next day. She was joking, right? Or perhaps she was serious and just very wrong. Coriolanus didn’t love you.
Although, if he did-you wouldn’t turn him down.
……
The next morning, you build up your confidence on the walk to the University. The silence seems more awkward than peaceful.
When you get to breakfast and sit down comfortably, you slowly begin with, “You know, yesterday, Lysistrata was talking to me.”
“Hmm?” Coriolanus said. He was uninterested, which was clear as he took a bite of his food and largely ignored what you were saying.
You pressed on. “She said something…strange. About..you.”
That got his attention. His eyes went straight to yours, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks. 
Why couldn’t his eyes be brown or something?
“What’d she say?” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and putting his fork down.
“She said…” You started losing all your confidence as his eyes read your soul. “She said she thought that you, um, loved me.”
There was no reaction on his face. “What did you say to her?”
“I said I thought she was lying.”
You cleared your throat, already drying up from nerves. “Was she?”
“What do you think?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
You became slightly irritated, even though you knew it was never good to be irritated at Coriolanus Snow. “I just said I thought she was lying, was she?”
A small smirk curved up the edge of his lips as he put another forkful of food to his mouth. “Yes.”
Your smile was pasted on your face on the outside, but on the inside, your face fell. You really thought you had something. That maybe you could’ve gotten the elusive Coriolanus Snow to show emotions. But maybe it was just a stupid idea.
“Right.” You whispered this, trying not to let your voice crack.
Why am I crying? Don’t cry. It’s a little thing. Don’t let it get to you.
You felt a surprisingly warm hand on your face, and you saw Coriolanus gently wiping a tear off of your cheek. 
“Don’t cry,” he said with a surprising gentleness. 
“Sorry,” you said, nodding and yet trying not to shake his hand off of your face. It was a nice, warm touch. “It’s a-it’s a stupid thing to cry about, I know.”
“Love’s not stupid.” Coriolanus said it almost angrily, and yet the anger was not directed at you. “Trust me, it’s not. It’s not stupid, but it does make you do…stupid things.”
“Like what?”
“Like…” You were praying that the next words he said were, Like saying you don’t love someone when you really do, but instead he just said, “…lots of things.”
Your daily routine stayed mostly the same. Except you talked during breakfast. About what? Everything. Some days, political conversations that bored you to death and made the spark in his eyes light up more than anything. And some days, conversations about the most random things that made both of you laugh.
Coriolanus’s laugh was what made you understand why people found rare things so precious. It was hard to get him to laugh, but you tried as much as you could every day, and relished in the little burst of happiness you got every time his small smile expanded and his eyes lit up.
You began to think he had maybe been lying about not loving you-but you tried not to think about it often, just in case you jinxed it.
But…he wouldn’t move away if your elbows or knees brushed against each other. With each passing day, he seemed more interested in what you had to say. 
And sometimes, when you walked to school together, your hands would brush, and he’d wrap his hand around yours, your hand disappearing in his, your fingers intertwined.
He’d always let go when you got close to the university, leaving your hand warm.
But you hoped one day he would walk up the stairs still holding your hand, or maybe even all the way to breakfast, and he’d sit next to you instead of across from you. 
It would happen someday, you hoped. But you knew Coriolanus wasn’t going to do that for just anybody. And even though you hoped you were more than just anybody to him, you were willing to be patient.
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mrandmrssnowbaird · 10 months ago
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Anniversary
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[part 2]
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"Entertaining?" Coriolanus is incredulous.
"That's-..now you're just being mean." He whines, and bucks his hips up into her with a moan, but he was careful.
If he moved too much he was going to cum and there'd be hell to pay.
It would be so, so good but still, it was a steep price to pay to his wife when he came without permission.
Lucy Gray just looks further amused.
"Honey, baby..." She coos, leaning over, the motion combined with the pet names and the voice making him gasp and begin panting as he desperately tries to hold back.
"Fuck!" He gasps, and then - CRACK.
He sees stars. A sharp stinging across his cheek. She'd slapped the fuck out of him, literally.
Coriolanus moans as the pain explodes across his face, the burning of it making several tears fall.
He leaves his face to the side for a moment.
Sniffling, he comes back to himself, peeking at Lucy Gray cautiously with wet, blue eyes. His gasps and pants have turned to little sobs.
"I'm s-sorry, I forgot f-for a second, I--mmfmm,"
Lucy Gray has covered his mouth with her hand.
"I'd really suggest ya stop talkin."
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tbc?
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[AN: thank you all so much for the likes on part 1! it was a lil idea i had that's just been somethin i've wanted to try out. i don't ever write for people or share anything so it was very nice to see so many likes on something i just sort of tapped out. this second part was more of an effort dedicated to the people who kinda made my week when it's not been so great. thank you! i hope you all enjoy. feel free to send mr and mrs snow any questions. NOTE - author's trigger is animal abuse, or mentions of r@pe. dub noncon is one thing but please be mindful. anyone trying to push limits will be blocked etc etc. also feel free to shoot a question over to @mrslucygraysnow. it's busy out there for a politician's doting, dominating wife but she'll make some time 🌹]
(dividers by @saradika-graphics )
and in case you missed part 1
FINAL PART IS OUT AS WELL!!
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melminli · 11 months ago
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can't stop thinking about the concept of man and boy with coryo.
cuz like pre peacekeeper coryo is definitely a boy and post peacekeeper coryo is, well...a man
it's just that the vibes r so unalike, like that's two different people we r talking about at this point
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thistleation · 1 year ago
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“Okay, how about we start by putting away all the guns and swords ‘cause no one’s gonna shoot each other while we’re talking, right?”
It was 1 year, 4 months, and 11 days since they lost Shannon. 
Some days were better, some days it still felt like they were just stumbling on without her, adrift in space, coasting purely on momentum, mission to mission, with her shadows all around. 
She was still so present in the people around her, in Beatrice herself, in the things she did, the things she didn’t, the things she couldn’t… 
Beatrice and her sisters were in a clearing on an arid relay moon in what was only theoretically still Protectorate space. They’d just met up with Mary and, to their surprise, Ava as well. She’d gotten a haircut in the two months since they’d last seen her, a cute little chin-length thing she wore half-up, half-down, but everything about her presence was still unmistakable. 
Beatrice was already going over the odds of a confrontation — not great with her riderless, it would depend on what Mary would do — but that was just how her mind worked, how she was trained. It seemed unlikely this would devolve into an outright battle — for now at least…  
“I cannot believe you’re working with these people, Mary! What the fuck?!” Ava was still very much upset with the situation. 
“Language!”
“Don’t you fucking start with me Lilith!”
“Ava,” Mary tried again, “Put your gun away first, same to the rest of y’all.” 
There was a pause as everyone looked at each other. Beatrice was the only other one with a gun out, being riderless at the moment, Camila and Lilith had both summoned their blades. 
Beatrice was the first to put her weapon away, followed by Ava — who’s expression still made her displeasure very clear — then Camila, with Lilith only reluctantly dismissing her two-handed longsword when it was obvious she was the only one left and everyone was waiting on her. 
“Thank you.” Mary enunciated the words clearly, “Now how about you all tell me what’s going on and how you all know each other?” 
“Is this a set up?” Ava’s glare was still fixed on Mary, who took at least partial offense at the question. 
“Do you really think I would do that to you?” 
Ava’s mouth was tense, her jaw pushed out. “I dunno. I wouldn’t have before, but I guess I don’t know you as well as I thought if you’re working with them.” 
Mary’s frustrated scowl was one that knew the person she was talking to was definitely wrong about something, but also that — annoyingly — they had a point. “Okay just — just tell me what happened.” 
“What happened? What happened is they kidnapped me and held me prisoner for a week while they got ready to put me in a box and ship me to the core worlds!” 
Mary narrowed her eyes as the pieces started to come together. 
“Wait, that was when you lost your gun?” 
“Duh!” 
“You could’ve told us you were friends with an overpowered, rogue bright-touched, Mary,” Lilith interrupted with some annoyance of her own in her voice. 
“What and put you all in the position where you’d have to either lie to command or come do something about her? Why didn’t you tell me about her last time I was there?” 
Lilith straightened herself a bit and gave a shrug that did its best to appear nonchalant. 
“It didn’t come up.” She simply said. 
“Probably embarrassed about how I kicked all your asses huh?” Ava’s mood immediately improved a notch upon being presented with the opportunity to needle Lilith. 
“You got taken out when you let an opponent past your guard like a rookie,” Lilith fired back.
“I am a rookie, what’s your excuse for getting tossed about like a ragdoll by a girl with two months of combat training?” Ava stepped out from around the hovercar, and Lilith began to walk up to face her, nose held high, literally looking down on Ava.  
“I performed to standard in combat, as I always do. Your sloppy technique will just yield you the exact same result next time we fight, over and over again.” 
Ava lifted her head defiantly. “Yeah? Wanna try that out right now? Just you and me, Lil-bear?” 
“Oh-KAY! That’s enough of that.” Mary physically inserted herself between the two before Lilith decided to summon her blade again. 
She turned to Ava. “Ava, why didn’t you tell me you’d been captured by them? Girl, you were so cagey about it I thought the FBC had gotten to you or something.” 
Ava sighed and put on that slightly silly voice she did when quoting someone back to themselves. “Never volunteer information someone doesn’t need to know.” 
Mary sighed as well. “Okay, yes I did say that, but you can trust me, Ava.” 
Ava puffed her cheeks and angrily gestured at Beatrice and her sisters. 
Mary gave a wince. “Yeah. Okay, fair point. I guess we’ve all got some issues with communication that we gotta talk out at some point.”
“Mary, we do have orders to bring her in and see her transported to the Holy Order.” Lilith said, in a tone far calmer than the one she used on Ava. 
“Yeah Lilith? And is that what you plan to do to someone I brought here in good faith?” 
Lilith looked away to the side. 
“No, of course not… I’m just saying.” 
Beatrice felt it was about time to step in and change the heading of this conversation. “Mary, I assume you brought Ava here to help on the mission?” 
Mary turned towards her, thumbs in her belt. “You said you needed muscle, if you’ve fought this one you know she’s the most muscle you’re gonna find in the entire constellation. Maybe even the entire galaxy.” 
“Oh they know alright.”
“Ava…”
“Sorry.” 
“Well we’re not going to breach Mary’s trust,” Beatrice started, to which Lilith gave a sharp nod and a grunt in affirmation.
“But even if we did choose to fight and somehow could overpower Ava easily, there’s still no practical way to try and bring her in without jeopardizing the mission,” she laid it out logically, gauging Lilith’s reaction, “On the other hand she does bring certain advantages to the table that might considerably increase our chances of success…” 
“I still expect her to get paid from the mercenary budget.” Mary was quick to point out. 
Lilith pinched the bridge of her nose. 
“I … suppose we could be a little vague in our debriefs,” then she looked at her sisters, “are we seriously doing this? You’re both alright with this?” 
Camila shrugged light heartedly. 
Beatrice gave Lilith a deliberate nod. 
“Fine then. As if this mission wasn’t insane enough already.” 
Then she pointed a finger at Ava. “She has to break her link before we go on the ship though, I will not take someone untested on the Ghostwave who can blow out an airlock with her mind.” 
Ava tensed, suddenly growing suspicious again. 
“This is a trap…” she murmured. 
Mary put her hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Ava, I promise you that’s not what’s happening here.” 
Ava was starting to look panicked, “You don’t understand Mary, that was the one thing they tried to get me to do the entire time they had me, as soon as I gave it up they were gonna wrap me up and ship me away to the church!” 
Beatrice felt a pang in her heart. Memories flitted past one another in her mind. 
Her, wounded on that hillside, holding tight to consciousness as she told Ava to run. 
Her, shouting at Ava as she lay defenseless, Beatrice’s sword at her flesh, threatening to cut her limbs off one by one if she didn’t break her link. 
Her, watching Shannon, seeing the way something shifted in her posture when a terrified, abyssal-touched boy of maybe 16 years old begged them to let him go. 
She stepped forward, her hands folded together in front of her. “Ava… we didn’t come knowing we’d find you here. I know you can sense I’m riderless right now. You know I wouldn’t be if I was expecting to have to fight you. And now that we’re in this position, I give you my word, we will do nothing to harm you for the duration of this mission, and you’ll be free to go when it’s done.” 
Ava scoffed, a ghost of that same hurt expression Beatrice last saw her with still playing in her eyes. “Oh so now I’m supposed to trust you?” 
Her words stung, and Beatrice hung her head a little, “I’m sorry… for how things went, for what I did… I’m sorry I hurt you. But regardless of our differences and our confrontations, I hope my word at least has never given you any reason to doubt it?” 
Ava pursed her lips and sighed. She still looked hurt, but the distrust was fading from her face. 
She looked at Mary, “I have your word too? Even if they break theirs, I have your guarantee you’ll do everything in your power to stop them from taking me?” 
Mary gave Ava a pointed look. “It will not come to that. I know my girls are good for their word. But yes, Ava, you have it.” 
Another long pause from Ava, followed by a look in Beatrice’s direction that turned… mischievous? 
“Alright, might as well do it here then,” she declared nonchalantly, patting some dust off her pants, real or imaginary. 
Mary looked surprised all of a sudden, maybe more than she ought to have been. 
“Wh— Ava, all your stuff is already packed, just do it on the ship like we planned in the first place.” 
“It’s fiiiine,” Ava smiled impishly, “sister Beatrice will handle it.” 
Beatrice looked between the two of them, confused as to what exactly she was expected to ‘handle.’ 
Mary fixed Ava with a look. 
“Ava, I will not be held responsible for any of your stupid decisions.” 
“Of course not, Mary,” Ava looked entirely too pleased with herself, “obviously Beatrice, is going to be responsible for my stupid decisions.” 
Beatrice still couldn’t quite puzzle out what they were talking about. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t follow.” 
Ava casually began to walk towards her. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll get it in a moment. We can do it right here since I already left my panties off anyway.” 
Beatrice’s eyes widened and she felt a little lump of panic rise up in her throat. What was going on? Just what was Ava expecting here? “I'm sorry — what?” 
“Ava, I swear on the Bright, you will stop calling it that,” Mary groaned, “she means she’s already removed her mastrouza before coming here, so she can break her link at will.” 
“Oh —” Beatrice sighed with relief, “but that still doesn’t explain—” 
Before she could continue Ava had walked up to her and dropped herself into Beatrice’s arms, making Beatrice’s heart skip a beat. 
“Hold me please,” she asked with a smile that was far too bright, and somehow impossible for Beatrice to resist. She lightly wrapped her arms around Ava. 
“Little tighter.”
“Wh —”
“If you don’t hold me, I’m going to fall.”
“Oh, of course I’m sorry!” 
That part made sense, the sensation of a rider leaving could be overwhelming, and for an entity as powerful as Halo, perhaps it was that much more severe. 
Beatrice embraced Ava in a way that firmly supported her, and Ava settled her own arms over Beatrice’s shoulders. 
They were awfully close like this. As she stared into those brightly shining, beautifully dark eyes, Beatrice suddenly remembered the last time she’d been this close to Ava, remembered how Ava had kissed her, remembered the way she’d almost kissed her. 
It must show on her face, because Ava’s smirk only widened as she bit her bottom lip. 
Beatrice felt her heart rate start to nervously pick up. “Could you — could you hurry please?” 
“Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?” 
That smile, those eyes. 
Oh she was a tease. 
“Please.” Beatrice gave her the most firm look she could manage, but it felt like it came out as a plea more than anything. 
Ava took pity and inclined her head. 
She closed her eyes and took a breath, her head listing forward. 
Her breathing deepened, her muscles tensed and relaxed, and her grip on Beatrice tightened. 
Beatrice held her firm. 
Then with a sudden spasm and a gasp, Ava crumpled into her completely. She had to readjust her grip to keep her properly supported and upright. All of Ava’s weight was now on her arms and on Beatrice holding her. 
“Ava?” she asked with some concern in her voice, “can you stand?” 
“‘fraid not.” Her head was still rolling a bit as she shook out the brain fog, but she said it in a level voice, her tone implying this was a normal part of the process. 
“I see… How long does that usually last?” 
Ava gave her a knowing smirk, “typically until I link with him again.” 
Beatrice looked at her confused for a full second, then everything suddenly clicked. 
“You’re paralyzed?!” 
Ava beamed. 
“Have been since I was seven! Though it used to be much worse than this.” 
Something else just slotted into place for Beatrice and she sighed in exasperation. 
“So when you said I’d take responsibility you meant—” 
“You asked me for a lot of trust, breaking my link like this, surely it’s not too much to ask you to carry me in exchange?” Ava pumped her eyebrows with a grin that had no right to be anywhere near as charming as it was. 
Mischievous little minx. 
“I’ll be happy with a piggy back ride,” Ava smiled, then brushed some of Beatrice’s errant strands of hair behind her ear and dropped her voice to a huskier tone, “but if you’d like to carry me bridal style I — uhm — I wouldn’t object.” 
She wet her lips, glancing down at Beatrice’s mouth first, then looking her in the eyes as she waited for an answer. 
Beatrice’s heart was pounding. 
She couldn’t remember the last time someone had flirted with her — outside of… whatever it was she had with Lilith — let alone flirted as directly as Ava was laying it on. 
She was doing it on purpose, Beatrice realized, she was trying to put her off balance. 
Because Ava liked to play. 
And a strange little feeling tickled Beatrice. 
A tiny spark of joy that delighted in being challenged bubbled up inside of her.  
Beatrice, she decided, didn’t mind a little play herself. 
Her expression shifted from slightly overwhelmed to a coy little smile as she pulled Ava up close to her. 
She bit her bottom lip flirtatiously for a moment, casting her eyes down, then looking back up. 
Ava met her gaze with a smile, happy, but a little puzzled. 
Beatrice looked down again, more pointedly this time, her coy smile turning just a bit wicked. 
Ava’s expression stayed puzzled for a few more seconds, until suddenly her eyes went wide with understanding. 
“Wait no! Don’t you dare—” 
Beatrice grinned and dropped down into a partway crouch, one hand in the small of Ava’s back, the other at the back of her knees, and in one smooth motion she threw Ava over her shoulder. 
“BEATRICE!” Ava’s fist pounded on her back. 
Camila had to cover her smile with a hand, a few paces further Lilith had the most satisfied and relaxed expression all of a sudden, as Ava kept up her assault. 
“Beatrice you put me down this instant! You think I don’t have enough upper body strength to choke you out from here?! BEATRICE!” 
Beatrice happily ignored her and carried her over to Mary. “Backseat?” she asked. 
Mary, who’s smile said she too was enjoying this far more than she ought to, shrugged. 
“I mean there’s the trunk as well.” 
“MARY I SWEAR ON EVERY BRIGHT-FUCKED SAINT IN THIS GALAXY—”
“Backseat is probably fine.” Beatrice concluded. 
“Trunk’s pretty full anyway.” 
Mary opened the rear door of the hovercar for her and Beatrice very carefully, very gently, put a practically growling Ava down in the seat. 
Ava was looking at her with what she must be trying her hardest to turn into a scowl, failing spectacularly because she couldn’t suppress the playful smile that kept pushing through. 
“I bet you thought that was pretty funny huh?” She gave it her best attempt at a glare. It was adorable. 
“That does seem to be the consensus, yes.” Beatrice didn’t even bother to keep the smugness out of her voice.  
“Cute. You think I’m not going to get you back for this?” 
“Oh I’m quite sure you’ll try.” Oh, she was enjoying this. 
“So that’s how you want to play this?” 
“Isn’t this how you always want to play?” 
Ava let her mouth hang open a little. “Sister Beatrice! I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Beatrice preened, “I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises.” 
“Oh I’ll bet you are.” 
Beatrice felt a blush come on as she realized they were flirting again, and this time she was happily participating. 
“Yes, well, plenty of time to get to know each other on the way.” She deflected, quickly breaking eye contact. 
“Can’t wait,” Ava smirked, her tone heavy with meaning.
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hubbvrd · 7 months ago
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Special gift | Nick Bosa
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In which Nick gives y/n a special gift to help her not miss Nick too much on the days he is away.
✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ .  ⁺   . ✦
Being in a relationship is not always easy. Especially not when you haven't seen each other for the last few weeks.
That's exactly how it was with y/n and Nick.
Y/n had a lot to do at work, which is why he had to work overtime almost every day. While Nick had slowly started training again to prepare for the upcoming season start.
And so it happened that the two saw each other only briefly in the morning and had a breakfast together before the two went in separate cars on the way to work.
Then, while Nick stood on the court and trained, y/n fought through reams of paperwork that dragged on until late in the evening, so she usually didn't enter her home until the sun went down.
Some days Nick was still awake at that time waiting for his girlfriend, but on other days, on which your training was too exhausting, Nick had already sunk into the land of dreams.
And also today it looked as if y/n would again have no togetherness with her boyfriend.
Because when she closed the front door it was already dark in the whole house and not a single sound could be heard.
She sighed sadly as she quietly closed the door behind her and slipped out of her tight shoes, in which her feet had been aching for half the day.
A hint of exhaustion spread through her as she slipped barefoot into the kitchen to grab a snack from the fridge.
Turning on the light, she was startled to discover a small folded cardboard house on the kitchen island.
Confused, y/n frowned and dismissed the thought of the snack for now, because the little cardboard house, which even had her name on it, caught her attention.
Slowly she opened the cardboard house at the top of the roof and carefully took a look inside.
Out came a pink plush frog wearing a mini 49ers jersey with Bosa flocking. Next to it was a small note that read "Look what I made for you...do you like it?" , it said.
Quietly y/n giggled up and pressed the fluffy frog against her chest.
She loved stuffed animals, especially cute frogs. She already had a few of those, but this pink plush frog was definitely her new favorite.
And the highlight was definitely the Bosa jersey.
"Press his heart" , she suddenly heard a deep voice behind her, which made her jump around, startled.
Leaning against the wall, her boyfriend Nick stood with his arms folded in front of his chest, watching his girlfriend with a smile.
Y/n was sure he had been standing there for a few minutes, but she hadn't really noticed him because the cardboard house had caught her attention directly.
"Excuse me?" , she asked her boyfriend as she looked at him, perplexed.
"You have to press here." Nick approached his girlfriend, carefully grabbed her hand and together with her pressed the spot of the frog's heart, whereupon she felt a small resistance and shortly after Nick's voice filled the kitchen.
"I love you"
But it was not Nick who had said those words, but the frog that had Nick's voice in it.
Y/n's eyes grew wide as she looked back and forth between Nick and the pink frog.
Nick had actually made her a frog at Build a bear and added a personal message.
"This...This is the cutest thing I've ever gotten!" , y/n whispered, touched, as a few tears rolled down her cheeks, which Nick gently wiped away.
"I know we don't see each other too often right now, which of course will change again soon when you have less to do and I'm more back into training rhythm." , gently Nick reached for his girlfriend's hands and looked into her eyes. "I know how much you miss me and I thought the frog would be a good substitute for me when I'm not around."
"It is," y/n assured Nick as she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and again pressed on the frog's heart and Nicks' "I love you" echoed through the kitchen once again.
"The most beautiful gift I've ever received. And definitely a good replacement for you, but really no one can replace you" , y/n murmured against Nick's lips before she put her lips on his teaching and kissed him.
And even though it was already pretty late, the two of them didn't care for a few minutes. Because now was the time when they could finally spend a few minutes undisturbed again, before it would start tomorrow morning again with their separate everyday life.
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denmeetssports · 1 year ago
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AU: you’re married to Nick Bosa.
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catindabag · 1 year ago
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Another set of ✨Academy Photos✨ from the 24 OG Mentors in my TBOSAS Crack!AU. (Read THIS and THIS for context)
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Drunk!Coryo with the amazing Lucy Gray celebrating and dancing like crazy at the train station to annoy the other Tributes before saying goodbye for the last time after ending the Hunger Games with ✨Ravinstill Nepotism✨. Also, Drunk!Sejanus Plinth took the photo. #supportive #rich #boyfriend
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Rich Boy Sejanus Plinth buying his ✨Snow Angel✨😘 another expensive jacket before going on a date for ✨WinterFest✨😏. #Best #Gorgeous #PowerCouple #ofPanem
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Class President Felix Ravinstill celebrating with his fellow classmates and joining their ✨End of The Year Class Photo✨ after finally ending the Hunger Games forever through sheer dumb luck and nepotism. #Ravinstillpower #nomoreHungerGames #Goodbye #DrGaul
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Clemmie reading Festus Creed’s ✨Secret Diary Entrees for Blackmail Purposes✨about Arachne, Livia, Highbottom and Hilarius Heavensbee’s creepy old man. Fortunately, the contents of Creed’s diary were not released for the greater good of Panem. #dangerous #Tea
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Clemmie, Lizzie, Festus, Felix, and Arachne ✨slaying✨ while waiting for Coryo and Sejanus to arrive with the food for their formal ✨TGIF✨ dinner party. #waiting4thefood #foodbyMaPlinth
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Drunk!Festus and Drunk!Felix hugging like idiots in the middle of Scholar’s Road. Also, this photo was taken by a very Drunk!Coryo Snow who went shoe shopping with them for the weekend but accidentally ended up in ✨Pluribus Bell’s Night Club✨ instead. #Besties #Forever #LoveMeBoaBell🐱
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feddy-34 · 10 months ago
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don't you want DEs in love? (pt. 1)
cuz nick and chase certainly are!
chase young and nick bosa are two former second overall picks (in back to back drafts!) who start at left and right defensive end respectively for the 49ers. chase was traded to sf midseason from the washington shitshow commanders cuz he's had a few too many injuries including an ACL tear. coincidentally nick has ALSO torn his ACL because these two just love to twin. they played together in college at ohio state and tore shit up for a season but thought they would never get to play together and spent five years in deep Yearning. luckily they've been reunited!
starting with nick's lovely ig posts:
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in which he posts: 1. a pic of him and chase from college in the middle of his rookie year, full missing bae hours 2. chase giving him some serious Eyes from niners vs commanders postgame in his end of year wrap-up post (featuring all niners besides chase ofc) 3. scratching his ass midgame vs the eagles because chase is all up in his business 4. postgame divisional celly with a heart <3 of course!
also bonus chase story:
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yeah.....
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heartmix · 11 days ago
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Unwritten Rule - Joe Burrow
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Pairing: Joe Burrow x Taylor!reader
Word Count: 3k+
Warning: coach's little sister trope, talks of hazing
A/N: originally a nick bosa fic but he's a trump supporter so no thanks. also got tired of editing this after so long.
Masterlist / NFL Masterlist
It was an unwritten rule not to date any of the coaches' family members. Especially the head coach's little sister. That was the first rule that the veterans in the locker room told him on the first day of camp. Joe was quite confused about why that was the first unwritten rule that his teammates would tell him. Did she work for the organization? How often would she be around? All of these questions and more ran through the quarterback's mind. 
His questions were answered when the second week of camp came around. He saw you there with the coach and sporting a camera in your hands. You're the one that makes everyone look good in the public eye.
"Remember the rule, Burrow." Tyler Boyd said, snapping the rookie out of his trance as they headed to the practice field.
To everyone else, it seemed like he was avoiding you by not interacting with the media which was a good look to his teammates, but he wasn't exactly doing that. He tried to stand out more not only for the coaches, but to be caught on camera by you so hopefully, he would get more attention and a small chance you'd approach him so he didn't have to. No one batted an eye to what he was doing, figuring he was that rookie who wanted to show off like most do. 
His plan seemed to work because he got talked about more thanks to the coaches and your footage which tends to be covered a lot in the media. What shocked him about his plan was that you came up to talk to him, he couldn't believe it worked out.
"Hey, LSU, wait up!" She called out to him as he went for a bathroom break inside the facility where no one was except for a janitor in the halls.
"Oh um hey." He said not really knowing how he should talk to the girl, he didn't want to say the wrong thing and scare her off.
"I just wanted to say that you are one of the best rookies this team has had in a while. Frankly, they really need your talent." She said, making the football player smile and blush at her praises.
"Oh, thanks."
"I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Y/n Taylor," She said holding out her hand to shake which he gladly did.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Joe." He said introducing himself.
"Likewise. I also wanted to ask you if you want your training camp content. I usually send you the folder and every week I add to it. Some players like to keep their training camp content, most of the time it's the rookies since it's their first year." She said motioning to her camera.
"Yeah, sure that'll be great."
"Okay, do you have a way I can contact you? A phone number or email? I usually have your guy's email on my record already, but they haven't given it to me yet. I know they are a bit preoccupied with the hype you bring to the season." At this Joe couldn't stop the blushing that was making its way onto his cheeks. He hoped she took it from the heat of the summer training.
"I like messaging better. I have PTSD from emails from college." Joe said, making her chuckle. He could get used to hearing that sound.
"Tell me about it. Although I don't think I escaped the emails with this job." She said before taking his number down on her phone before bidding farewell and walking back to the field. 
It wasn't that long for the photographer to text him about the content like she promised. In fact, the first time she contacted him was the night that she obtained his number much to the rookie's surprise. Joe figured he made the best decision to give the girl his number. He didn't expect them to talk as often as they did. It started off with a simple question about how he wanted his training camp content to be compiled then in lead up to giving him pointers on his work, she was a Taylor after all. 
It got to the point where he didn't realize them hanging out in person was a normal thing. No way did they hang out at the facility where the Bengals organization could see, heaven forbid he broke the rule. If they did talk it seemed professional and limited like she did with other players.
"I wish I could give you tequila for your nerves." She said, handing him an orange juice before sitting on his couch. It was another one of their weekly hangouts. Today was the day before the first game of the season and nerves were high.
"Tequila does the opposite." He chuckled taking a sip from his drink.
"So what, good old-fashioned beer does it? Oh, or are you a classic man with neat bourbon?" He shrugged not knowing the answer. Sure he drank both seeing as his college days were just months ago.
"I guess just beer does it."
"Well just think of it this way, if you're nervous it means you care. With it being normal for something as big as this, don't let it consume you."
"Well, I wouldn't be so nervous if I didn't have all the media looking at me." He said with a smirk side-eyeing her playfully watching the smile spread onto his face.
"Oh, so it's me making you look good through a lens is why you're getting the media coverage and not because you are a first-round draft pick? Okay, then Burrow." You shook your head while he chuckled. After all this time he will never get used to her compliments. 
More nights like that tend to happen as days go by. Even on some practice days when one didn't feel like driving that day, they would catch a ride with each other. It was a miracle no one suspected a thing. The younger Taylor knew about the unwritten rule which she thought it was stupid of her brother to start it. Even though they weren't dating it could come across like they were so she "followed" the rule for Joe. She knew how badly the rookies could get hazed from the older ones, she didn't want that for him.
A few weeks went by, a few weeks with them "sneaking around". Everything they were doing was borderline relationship territory. That got the quarterback to think why weren't they dating. They have been following the rule like they were and he for sure liked her so why don't they give it a shot?
"You want to go to a very public place well into the season with me?" She raised an eyebrow at the man who picked her up from her place as they began driving around. Although Cincinnati wasn't Hollywood, there would still be people out during the night and more importantly, Joe would be the center of attention if he was spotted.
 "Oh come on, I want to have like a nice night out with you, we don't got work and you can even sleep over at mines' after." He pleaded making the girl smile.
"Sounds like a date Burrow." 
"You wouldn't mind?" He questioned making her chuckle at his seemingly nervous tone opposite to his confidence just a second ago. This seemed to be the trend of him getting surprised when his plan would work.
"Only if you asked properly."
He quickly pulled into a nearby supermarket making her raise an eyebrow at the random location. Before she could unbuckle he told her to wait and he'll be right back, only growing her suspicions. After about 5 minutes he came in the car with red roses making her laugh at the gesture. He knew that he had her swoon already.
"What do you say about going out with me on a date?" He asked handing her the flowers.
"Oh, you know how to get my heart beating don't you." She grabbed the flowers smelling it before admiring them.
"So is that a yes?" He asked with a smile even though he knew the answer, he wanted it to come out of her mouth so he could hear it and savor the moment.
"Yes, going out on a date is exactly what I have been hoping for." 
With it being night time the paparazzi weren't really scattered, they were in places like the clubs or any news about a place they heard about a celebrity being. So there was a low chance of being caught by them. Although they weren't in the clear because of the possibility of fans, there didn't seem to be much out and in a talking mood that night. They settled on a Korean BBQ place that wasn't as busy then going to the movies afterward. Before they knew it the night date came and went with the night ending up back at his place stuffed and tired. 
"You are not too bad with planning a date," she said pulling him onto the couch with her as she snuggled into his side while he wrapped his arm around the back of the couch. 
"I'm glad you like our official date." He said smiling down at the girl. 
"We should make this a regular thing." the girl said absentmindedly. This was one of the most chill dates she's ever had. 
"Dating?" He asked with a raised eyebrow totally confused as to what you were referring to. 
"You actually want to date me? Like you want to deal with me?" She asked now fully looking up at him with shock in her eyes. It was one thing to go out on dates and it was another to be dating. 
"Baby, you are amazing who wouldn't want to be with you? I'd be lucky if I got to call you mine."
"Then why don't you."
"Do you want to be mine, baby?" He asked with a half-smirk half-smile already knowing the answer but still being giddy that it was actually happening. Everything involving her surprised Joe.
"Hmmh I'd love to rookie."
After that moment the rookie could not have been more excited. It was very evident in everything he did. He smiled more, he was more cheery with his teammates, and most of all he played better. Many of his teammates found it strange while the coaches let it go, if he was playing better and he seemed happier it was good for them. It did make it hard for them not to interact too long with each other at practices or games, but no one found out which was good. Well, it was good until they did get spotted.
"Aye Burrow come over here for a second." He heard the voice of Boyd say in a tone he did not like. He was hesitant but went over there as asked.
"What's up?" 
"Why did you have to break the rule?"
"Which rule?" He questioned even though he had a feeling of what they were talking about.
"Oh come on don't play stupid. We saw you kiss her after doing a handshake before you guys parted ways when you went to 'check' something." The vet said making him mentally sigh.
The rookie stood there speechless. What was he supposed to say? What could he say? He was not ready and didn't prepare for a conversation in case they got caught. He was naive to think they weren't going to get caught. Honestly, he did not want to walk on eggshells with his wording so he decided to stay quiet seeing that it was the best option or the only option.
"We told you not to break it. It's a bad idea to be with her." Sam said shaking his head at the rookie while everyone made a sound of agreement.
"Wait why? You didn't tell me all of that." He now said getting defensive over her. Why would they say this type of shit? What was so bad about her? The fact that her brother is the head coach is not the worst thing in the world.
"You thinking banging the coach's sister is a good idea? You must be out of your damn mind. That shit doesn't look good."
"Yeah, whatever." He said to the small group that seemed to really care about this topic before walking away to get ready for the game.
While heading out in not the best mood that didn't stop him from playing like he normally did. What took him out of that mood was seeing her with her camera on the sidelines. They never spoke a single sentence while on the sideline of a game, although today she sensed something was different. She went around taking pictures of the team till she reached him.
"Hey, you gonna drop that frown?" She said as she took his picture of him from the side.
"I will now that you are here." He said honestly as any bad thoughts left his mind once he heard your voice.
"I just want to tell you that you are amazing. Make some plays for my lens huh," she said holding up her camera and making him chuckle.
"Yeah sure, I'll do it for your camera." He said while you playfully shook your head walking away. 
That was all he needed to put on an amazing performance like he has been doing week after week. Did he care that he broke the rule? Not really, I mean why would he? He has been the happiest he has ever been and he's also been playing the best he's ever played. If she is making him a better person and a better player he would choose her any day.
"Can I tell you something?" He said as they walked hand in hand on the way up to his apartment. 
"Anything." 
"You are my good luck charm, do you know that?" The football player said looking down at her, giving her hand a squeeze saying he meant it. 
"I did not know that, but now that I think about it you have been playing better." She said mimicking his smile and squeezed his hand back. 
"And I'm happier." He added bending down for a kiss before the doors to the elevator opened. 
"Well so am I." She smiled back after the kiss. 
"Another thing is that some of the guys found out." He quickly let out once they entered the door to his apartment. 
"Really? Is that why you were upset today? They giving you shit?" she asked concerned for him, not that he can't take it, as she stated it was a stupid rule. 
"Yeah, and they said I shouldn't be with you and shit. But I really don't care about what they think. Once I saw you everything left my mind and at that moment I realized that no one is going to make me change the way I feel about you." He said making the younger girl stare at him in awe.
"Holy shit I love you." She blurted out making them both laugh.
"Oh come on, I said some sappy ass shit for once and you ruin it." He joked which she chuckled at. 
"To be fair I thought I said it only in my mind."
"Well, I love you too." He said leaning in for a kiss which she gladly gave him. 
After that, it seemed like they could care less if they got caught, of course, the older Taylor didn't know yet which is why they were still a bit wary of their surroundings when they were at work. The team wasn't totally on board with the relationship after hearing the unwritten rule for years, but it wasn't their relationship to get into, that and the fact that the lady with the camera knew what they said which was scary whenever they were near her. 
The week before the playoffs. The team's spot was already secured which is why the nerves were really low this game, a chill game if you will. It was an alright day to be holding that camera. She knew that they weren't going to get as amazing plays, so she stuck to pictures only for the game. Although she promised to film some of the plays where Joe was on the field, boy was she glad she did. After an amazing save from almost being sacked, he saw an opening and ran it in for a 35-yard touchdown. After doing a quick show-off celebration moment he saw that his girl was recording and decided to run in her direction and picked her up spinning around forgetting that thousands if not millions were watching, one of those was his coach.
"Woah big guy, a touchdown!" She said after he put her down but still held her by the hips.
"My good luck charm, thank you." He said smiling down at her before taking off his helmet.
"Babe I didn't do anything."
"You seem to be doing a whole lot." The voice of the one and only Zac Taylor said making the two scared. 
"Kyle.." She went on in a warning tone but got cut off by him.
"So are you the reason my rookie has been playing better?" He questioned which confused both of them.
"Yeah, I guess so." She answered hesitantly looking at Joe with a raised eyebrow. Any moment she was waiting for them to get chewed out. 
"Are you the reason for her being happier?" Coach now turned to his player asking him. 
"I believe so," he answered scared of what was to come next.
"I'm glad we all benefit. Don't make that celebration an every-game thing, maybe a once-a-month thing." He said ruffing the younger Taylor's hair and smiling at them before walking away.
"Holy shit you had to tell him like that huh." She smacked his chest, well his padding.
Shyly and with a blush he said, "Sorry it was in the moment."
"I didn't say I didn't like it. Tomorrow's date night, you can pick wherever you want. Now go back over there otherwise we'll get in trouble." She said pointing to the bench where the rest of the offensive line was sitting. Half of them with shocked faces the coach didn't do anything and the other half with smirks, proud of their boy.
"Can I get a kiss?" He said with a smirk making her roll her eyes.
"Quick one." She responded as he leaned down for a small peck before he started to walk away.
"Hey, rookie. Picture?" She called out waving her camera making him laugh. She got the camera up in time for his laugh and a wink that he threw her way. She was definitely his good luck charm.
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lostaurorax · 10 months ago
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girlfriend-boyfriend
pairing | nick bosa x fem!reader
authors note | hi guys 😊😊 i am alive & well. life has been very crazy lately but i feel like i always return at this time of the year write a few fics then disappear sooo here i am again! i love nick and their is no fanfic for him on here :( yet again here i am writing fanfic for an underrated nfl player 😉 i hope you enjoy this i love you sm and hope you’re all well!!!! lmk if you want more or have any reqs for me pls <33333
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you and nick had been seeing eachother for a few months now. you had meet through mutual friends and you instantly clicked. once the NFL season started he had you in a suite at every single game. you absolutely loved making friends with all of the players partners and watching nick play every sunday.
it was the last game before the super bowl that would determine if the 49ers made it or not. you and all of the girls had been on the edge of your seats the whole game. the 49ers were currently 17-24 against the detroit lions.
the lions had fumbled the ball and the 49ers got it back. purdy threw to kittle and got a touchdown then made the field goal making the score 27-24.
“oh my gosh!!! yes yes we still got it!” you screamed as you hugged claire who was george’s wife
“omg y/n i think we’re gonna make it!!!” she screamed back and you hugged eachother
“oh i know we are.” you said back to her intently watching the game
the 49ers had gotten another touchdown and then the lions got one 2 minutes later. the score was still 34-31 and the 99ers were in the lead. a few minutes of waiting for the clock to run out was the most nerve racking few minutes of your life.
“and the san francisco 49ers are going to the super bowl!!” the announcers had said causing mayhem to erupt in the stadium
“THEY DID IT!!!!!!!” you screamed to kristin and claire as you all hugged each other.
“HELL YEAH BABY WERE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWl!!!” kristin said excitedly
“let’s go see our men!!!” claire said as you all left the suite giddily to join your boys on the field
you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest as you walked on the field looking around for nick. you weren’t exactly an official couple but everyone knew you were together because you were always with him and he was always with you, but you never said that you were boyfriend-girlfriend.
“do you think he’s gonna ask you?” claire whispered in your ear as you were walking towards the boys. secretly she had known nicks plane as george had already told her but she would never ruin a surprise and a little teasing never hurts.
“what? uhh i don’t know….do you think he will?” you replied nervously as you looked at her
“if he doesn’t ill have george kill him.” she said with a wink as you walked up to george, nick, and kyle
“oh my gosh i’m so proud of you!!!” you said with a big smile as soon as you saw nick in front of you
“couldn’t of done it without you watching of course.” he said with a smile just as big as he engulfed you in a hug
“i knew you could do it.” you whispered to him as you hugged him back. you were meet with silence for a moment as he just held you and rubbed his hand up and down your back
you had no idea that behind you george and claire had been scolding him to ask you
“so y/n..” he said as he slowly pulled away so he could look at you as he talked
“yes nicky?” you said using the nickname he hated but you loved calling him
“wanna come to vegas with me…as my girlfriend?” he said with a shy smile
“oh nick yes, i would love too!” you said happily as your lips meet with his.
“yeah buddy!!!!” george said from behind
“God finally. i thought i was gonna have to ask her for you…” christian said as olivia lightly pushed his arm
“YAY Y/N!!! you’re officially one of us now!!!!” kristin said as she and the girls also smiled
“alright alright! let’s go party and win this thing!!!” nick said causing everyone to cheer and disperse to party for the rest of the night
once everyone was gone you turned back to nick.
“is it too early to say i love you? honestly i don’t care because i do.” you said as you rested your chin on his chest
“i love you more y/n. forever.” he said as he leaned down to kiss you
“lets go party girlfriend…” nick said cheekily as he pulled away and stuck his arm out for you to grab
“sure thing boyfriend..” you said back with a big smile as you wrapped your arm around his and walked him to the locker room
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