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drysdaleknieslee · 2 months

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kindly begging for barzy smut, maybe like him coming back from a rough game??? idk you can decide the plot 🥰

Coming right up! I've never written for Mat but I'm excited! He's become one of my bookies so this is something i've thought about before 👀

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Mat and the team haven't been having the best of luck since getting a new coach. It was supposed to be a new start for them but they've been going through a rough patch. Mat bas been coming home more frustrated than usual and you give him his space, but this last game loss was the straw that broke the camels back.

Islanders had lost to the Tampa Bay Lightning in a shut out. You could tell from the stands that Mat was not happy. Not being able to generate any points this game looked bad for the team. But Mat especially as he holds the teams responsibilities on his shoulders.

You wait in the family area with the other wives and girlfriends, chatting about other events and what plans we had for the rest of the week.

When the guys finished showering and getting everything together, they each came one by one to head home. Mat came in last, face red either from the shower or his emotions bubbling over.

He sees me and his face and shoulders relax for a bit before walking over and engulfing you in a hug. "You ok?" I ask cautiously.

"Could be better. Let's just go home."

You bid good night to the staff members ad you both make your way to Mat's car. His hand is securely on your thigh while the other grips the steering wheel. His face set in a frown. You don't say anything. Just rub his knuckles lightly and he relaxes a little.

You both pull up to your shared house still in stiff silence. You enter quietly before heading into your bedroom most likely to digress. You enter behind him just to change into one of his sweatshirts that you usually sleep in and head back downstairs to make the both of you some tea. You set the kettle up and wait for the water to boil. While you lean against the counter, Mat makes his way into the kitchen and just stands by you. Avoiding your eyes.

"You want to say something. When your ready I'll listen."

He sighs before starting. "I feel like this is gonna be another year we fall short of the playoffs. And I don't know what to do."

You turn to look at his face and it's still got that red hue over his cheeks. You reach out to run your fingers through his hair making his eyes close momentarily.

"You win some and lose some. Does that make you a bad player? Not by any means. Your a good player for a good team Mat."

He turns to kiss your wrist before finally locking eyes with you. You turn momentarily to stop the kettle before turning back to your boyfriend and grabbing his hands. "I know how I can make you feel better."

You lead him upstairs to the bedroom and he closed the door behind him before facing you.

After he faces you, you start to take his sweatshirt off. You didn't wear a bra to the game.

"Tell me what you want me to do. Anything that will help you release some steam."

He quirks his eyebrow up at this and a slight smirk creeps up on his face as he eyes you up and down, trying to see where to start first.

"Take your panties off." You do as he says and slowly remove your last piece of under garment and now your bare in front of him. He walks till he's directly in front of you and he gets on his knees. He places his hands behind your knees for support. He starts light feather kisses below your belly button to tease you.

"I regret telling you-" your airways get choked out as he inserts a index finger without warning. Your knees buckle a bit but you regain composure as you get used to the stretch.

"You were saying?" he said looking up at you as your face contorts in pleasure before he adds another finger and now his mouth.

"Oh my goodness Mat!" you moan as he hits your spot with fingers and tongue. He could tell you were close as the grip on his hair became tighter and you were clinching around his fingers. Your breaths also became more labored and shallow.

"Just a little more honey, not yet" he coaxes. With a long lick and three fingers now you let out a small scream of his name before he finally said, "Let go."

Your vision blurred as your climax hit you like a train. Moisture coating the inside of your thighs. Mat licks the remaining excess moisture before fully standing in front of you.

"Bed. Ass up."

You walk to the bed with wobbling legs and assume the position.

"Grab the headboard."

You reach and put both hands on the headboard of your shared bed before you feel his presence behind you. He spreads your legs with his knee and lightly kneads your thighs then your ass.

"Who does this belong to?" he asks before slapping your vagina making you jump.

"Yours Mat." you rasp.

You feel him line himself at your entrance before gently inserting himself into you. Both of you holding back moans as you both have to readjust to each other.

"Your so tight eaxh time." he says through clenched teeth. You spread your legs wider for a better angle and he finally bottoms out. He gains a slow pace with each thrust which is doing it's job but you know he's holding back.

"Mat."

"Yeah?"

"Faster. Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely," with that, he grabs your waist with one hand and makes a makeshift ponytail with the other and starts going faster and harder. He's knocking the wind out of you with each thrust and he pulls your hair forcing your head back and making your back arch.

"Let the neighbors and all of Long Island know who's number you wear and who you belong to."

"Mat!"He's hitting each spot with each thrust. You feel him everywhere. Your eyes are rolling in the back of your head as he literally fucks you dumb. Your words aren't words anymore and more like forced mumbles. You feel your climax start to build again, hotter than before and Mat knows it.

The hand that was on your waist is now towards your front. He pushes his hand down on your stomach eliciting a new type of sensation making you clench.

"Do that again and I won't last."

"Please Mat, I'm close."

He pushes on your stomach again, feeling his imprint making you clench harder this time as you both moan together and climax one after the other.

You collapse on the bed. Arms too weak and legs shaking. Mat collapses next to you and pulls you close before kissing your forehead.

"I love you," he says breathlessly, "I love having you here with me."

You kiss his nose as your eyes become droopy. "I love you too. Forever and always."

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lemonlaur · 5 months

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GAMBLING ADDICTION

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 fushiguro toji x fem! reader 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 synopsis: a new regular at your work who always bets on losing dogs; at least most of the time. . . 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 word count: 3.2k 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 cw — sort of slow burn, rough sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, smut, doggy style, breast groping, hair pulling, biting, hickies mdni ♡ ࣪₊♡𓂃 note — my first time writing smut in a while and my first tumblr post! if you enjoy it, please comment or reblog, it would make me so happy (and maybe do more teehee)

“Takoyaki,” the broad-shouldered man ordered, not even bothering to look at you. He was engrossed with the race on television, just like every other person here.

You were beginning to reconsider working next to the sportsbetting eatery outside of Tokyo. There was never an issue with people paying for their food, which one might expect from petty gamblers, but most just lacked manners.

“That’ll be 500 yen,” you chimed, catching a glimpse at his betting card as he gave you the banknotes from the same hand. Number four – 10,000 yen.

The race concluded while he waited for his food, and it wasn’t hard to see that number four was not in the first. Or second, for that matter. The man let out an annoyed sigh before crumbling the slip and shoving it into his baggy gray pants.

Then, he finally looked at you. Maybe it was because you had the octopus balls.

“Here’s your order, sir,” you felt a little nervous under his intense gaze, not expecting the sudden eye contact. “Chopsticks are on the tables, and green tea is by the door.”

“When’s the next race?”

“Oh, um,” you weren’t the bookie, but this was a common question. “Usually there’s only one boat race a day during this season. But, there’s horse racing in about an hour, though.”

He looked at you, then the food, and finally offered a half smirk in your direction. His mouth turned up on one end, opposite of what looked like an old scar. Your cheeks heated up and averted your eyes to help the next customer, obviously. He then took a seat between the cash register and the television screen.

You watched as the same scene repeated itself, and he lost.

This wasn’t uncommon, but usually after two losses, especially with the money he was betting, the patrons just left.

“Hey,” someone said.

You were thinking to yourself while wiping down one of the tables, and jumped at the same deep voice from earlier.

“You work here everyday?” The voice belonged to the man from before, and without a counter and register between you both, you could really feel the size difference. Before you could answer, he continued, “If you’re here everyday, maybe you have a better idea of what normally wins.”

You hadn’t anticipated a question about betting, but you liked to think you knew a thing or two.

“I can’t predict the future or anything, but tomorrow, I bet Hoshimi – the horse in the district next to us – is going to win. He hasn’t won the last two, coming in second both times, but I think that’s why the jockey will secure it this time. He’ll have more drive.” Tomorrow would be a slow day, as all Mondays tended to be, and therefore you knew the most about those leagues.

“What do I do if I have no more money to bet with?” He replied.

“Um,” you blankly stared at the man who must’ve thrown away at least 20,000 yen today. “You leave?”

“No, no.” He chuckled breathily. Leaning against the table you’d just been wiping down, he asked, “What if, instead of betting money I don’t have, you and I make a bet? On your horse –” he looked at your nametag “[Name].”

You blinked a couple of times, rather surprised. The way he said your name made it sound a little better, but maybe that’s because you were tired. He also looked a lot better than most of the customers. “Make a bet? I’m just an employee, so maybe you’d better find someone else.”

“I think it would be some honest, good fun, and nobody’s wallet suffers,” the unnamed man explained. “If you’re here all the time, it might bring some excitement to the monotony,” he waved his hands in the general direction of some typical drunk patrons.

He did have a compelling way with words, and it’s not like you’d lose any money. Plus, if he showed up again, that was enough of a win – he was sober, must’ve had some sort of income, and was rather handsome. You’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for being a little rude earlier, he did have a lot of money on that race.

“If there’s no money, I am all game,” you agreed.

* * *

Every Monday, Toji, who finally gave you his name, came in to bet on the horses. He would go to the bookkeeper beforehand to get his card before coming over to you. He would order his takoyaki, ask your horse (always the same), and sit between the register and television, watching.

The first few times, you just would discuss your picks, and whoever won simply had the satisfaction. However, the two of you grew more and more competitive, as if addicted to the idea of one upping the other.

“[Name], I am a betting man,” Toji had come in unexpectedly on a Wednesday, with a betting card in his hands. “I know for sure that number six is going to demolish the others in this race today, and I’ll make 100,000 yen.”

“If you say so,” you teased. You’d only ever seen him win petty matches when betting on baseball teams so far.

“I bet you, my guy is going to win,” he slammed his muscular palm onto the counter you worked at. “Real stakes this time.”

“Oh, like money? I get paid to watch you,” you dusted off your work apron, stretching your arms out.

“No, no money, something more valuable,” he explained. “Your time. My guy wins, you owe me a date. I can even pay for your time off work, considering my wallet after the win.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot and you looked at his smug expression, both ends of his scarred mouth twitching up. “Oh, and what do I get if mine wins?” You decided to ignore his stake for a moment, not willing to let him see you caught off-guard.

It’d been about a month since you’d met him, and he’d become so much of a friend you forgot how attractive you’d initially thought he was. It was not hard to come back to, that’s for sure. It wouldn’t be a loss, per say, but your competitive spirit might be a little bruised.

“Whatever you want,” he explained, “but not money.” He held out his hand as if you’d already agreed upon the bet verbally. “Also, the race starts in five minutes, so I’d pick your. . . whatever the sport is.”

Feeling a little less worried, because Toji hadn’t even bothered to look at what he was placing bets on, you shook his hand.

The parlor barely had anyone in it because it was a midday boat race, so you decided to join him at his usual spot to choose your boat. You decided to go with number four because you needed to think fast, and his odds would likely be no better than yours.

Toji was looking at you more than he was looking at the race, as if he’d already won. But you ignored it, clutching your first as though there was an imaginary betting card. If he lost, maybe you would have him do something goofy or tell him to quit betting and just eat here.

The boats were pretty neck and neck, with four, five, and six barely a needle ahead of one another.

The bell rang as a customer opened the door, and you jumped to go back to the register. You tried to simultaneously pay attention to the race onscreen as a tired businessman ordered a bowl of ramen; but had to focus on giving the man his change.

By the time you’d shut the register, you were met with the final lap – number six in the lead. “Damn,” you muttered, leaning your body across the counter to get a closer look, as if the kanji for four and six couldn’t be more different.

You saw Toji’s smirk go throughout his entire body as he looked from the television to the register, beaming. “I told you, my guy was going to win.”

“You got lucky this once,” you said, knowing his track record. While you felt a bit like a sore loser for a moment, you felt the hairs on your neck stand up as you realized what this meant. A date with Toji.

* * *

You had taken off work today for whatever Toji had planned, and picked the perfect date outfit for the crisp weather. About fifteen minutes after the time he’d said he would come get you, he was here, wearing the same tight shirt but with a jacket slung on top, and much tighter pants than normal.

“You look nice,” you said, feeling a little awkward, seeing him outside of your work.

“I’m surprised that you can look cuter than when in uniform,” he said, putting a warm, muscular hand on the small of your back. He led you out of your apartment, and you began to feel more comfortable with this idea.

He’d picked out a nice, but not terribly fancy, sushi restaurant on the outskirts of Tokyo. You’d agreed to share some rolls to have some variety, and everytime you leaned over to get a piece on his side, you could feel his eyes roaming you. Not that you were much better; when he would use his chopsticks and lean in, you had an unintentional habit of staring at the shiny scar on his lips.

“I bet,” he swallowed a bite of yellowtail, “that you think I’m attractive.”

“You’re a betting man, I’m not surprised you’d think so,” you kept your eyes on the sushi, but nervously swayed your feet under the table. In a swift motion, you felt Toji’s leg against yours.

In what felt like a game of chicken, after who knows how many betting games, you nudged his leg.The table wasn’t exactly the biggest, but it was clearly on purpose. Under the table, he brushed his fingertips across your leg, sending shivers down your spine.

The two of you continued to talk idly about your day, things that either one of you had planned, as his muscular hand trailed up your leg. His calloused hands, from who knows what kind of work, grazed the edge of your skirt, and you inhaled sharply – stopping talking.

While he wasn’t not smiling before, that familiar smirk popped up again.

“How is your food?” He asked, the smirk even changing his tone of voice.

“Amazing,” you took your chopsticks and popped another roll into your mouth. “You should try some of this nigiri,” wanting to get back at him, you picked up the piece as if to feed him.

He made no effort to even play along, quickly biting it off with the same smug expression. “Delicious,” and his fingers returned to your hem, unmoving. “Don’t you think it’s good?” Toji stared at you intently, and you made the connection.

You nodded, and felt his hand gently brush your inner thigh before he pulled away. Whatever breath you’d accidentally been holding in was let go as the waiter dropped the check off, and you were brought back to reality. Damn waiter, you thought.

Toji calmly paid the bill, before escorting you out of the restaurant, an unwavering look on his handsome face. You felt shy all of a sudden, the boldness in you lost, as you both walked back to your apartment.

“I have to tell you something,” Toji said as you rounded the block to your house. He crossed his arms in front of him before putting one behind his head, “I may have done heavy research on the race so that I would win.”

You were surprised it had taken him so long to start doing research considering his win-lose ratio is rather low. How many thousands of yen down the drain? Then, you realized what else that meant.

“You could’ve just asked me on a date,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. You felt a little bit surprised because he only did it knowing it would work in his favor.

Toji brought up your chin with his hand which you should be more than familiar with by now. “I liked my odds more this way. And I got the money to take you out at the same time, obviously.”

Toji made sure to walk you to the door to your apartment. The tension from the restaurant remained.

“I hope you have a good rest of your night,” Toji hadn’t even let you unlock the door to your apartment when he turned to leave.

“I bet you didn’t think I’d let you in,” you grabbed the back of his jacket as he turned, the other hand turning the key in the door. “This might be the last time you see me outside of a uniform for a while,” you joked.

“You know what happens if you let me in, right?” Toji hadn’t even turned around. His voice was kind of low, and he spoke carefully to make sure you’d understand him.

“I think I am willing to take my chances.” You were barely able to get the door open before he was inside your apartment, locking the door behind him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Toji smirked at you, putting you between his chest and the wall. He leaned in, and you went in too, only to be disappointed by a small peck on the lips. “If you want more, well, the ball is in your court.”

Already having been frustrated earlier by the teasing, you went in to kiss him deeply, swirling your tongue into his mouth. He laughed into the kiss before quickly asserting his dominance, and reaching his calloused palms under your shirt.

You shivered at how cold his hands had been from being outside, but continued moaning into the kiss as he unclasped your bra, pinching your already hardened nipples. He pulled away from the kiss, a line of saliva connecting your mouths, letting his fingers graze your nipples for a moment, before smirking and wiping the spit away with his hand.

“What do you want now?” He asked, pretending as though you were in charge tonight. He winked at you before peeling off his top layers to reveal an even more muscular body than you’d expected. Toji’s bulge was easy to tell because the pants he’d worn were already rather tight, and you’d already felt it pressed against you during the deep kiss.

“My bedroom, it’s just around the corner,” you explained, a little breathless.

“Lead the way,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Even those looked bigger now that he wasn’t covered by his compression shirt.

You walked down the hall, leading the way, feeling a dampness between your legs. You stopped in the doorway for Toji to catch up, only to be met with an immediate warmth pressed against your back the second you stopped.

“Miss me?” Toji whispered in your ear from behind, wrapping his strong arms around you with his lips tickling your ear. He didn’t need further direction and began quickly using his arms to finish getting your top off from behind.

You turned to face him, both of you topless with far too many clothes on, and reached for his zipper. Toji leaned against the doorframe, smirking as you hastily tried to unzip his pants to reveal his bulge.

“Good girl,” he breathed out as you barely undid his zipper and yanked his boxers down to reveal his cock. In only a few seconds you were on your knees with Toji fucking your face with no hesitation. Your makeup ran down your cheeks as his cock slammed into your throat, the flavor of precum on your tongue. “So obedient,” he groaned out.

This was the other side to the smug gambler you were familiar with, and while it was just as filthy, it was so hot. Your gag reflex didn’t matter to Toji as he brutally rammed into your mouth, your lips red and puckered around his shaft, licking up every bit of seed when he finished.

When your mouth was free, he picked you up as though you weighed nothing, tossing you onto the bed. He was completely naked, and every part of his body looked pristinely built as though he were one of Michaelangelo’s works. “For someone who I maybe tricked into my bet, you seem pretty eager,” he said, getting on top of you.

“I should get a win by default then,” you sat up under him, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him with your swollen lips.

“I suppose that’s a fair request,” he commented between the making out, hooking a finger on the waistband of your skirt. “You get whatever you want, and I can tell what you want,” Toji’s hand reached under the skirt, grazing the wet spot on your panties.

In a swift motion, he’d taken off your skirt and panties with his teeth. You felt your face burn, surprised at the cocky man’s behavior as he buried his head between your thighs. Toji’s hands gripped the outside of your thighs as he kissed the insides, making you squirm under his grasp. You gasped as he suddenly began to bite the inside of your thigh, moaning out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Oh, Toji,” you ran your fingers into his hair, grinding against him. He moved from leaving a hickey on you to eating you out, his tongue swirling around your clit. “Please, fuck me,” you begged as he edged you, licking and teasing your swollen pussy.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Toji flipped you over and pulled your feet to the edge of the bed where he quickly took you from behind, standing, with his strong hands using your hips as handles. You were so wet he slid in no problem, and you gasped at the sudden sensation in your stomach.

He grabbed your hair, arching your back, and began to thrust in and out of you. His cock throbbed inside of you, and you moaned so loud you worried the neighbors may complain. You were building up to climax steadily from the penetration, but then, he began to rub your clit with his large, warm finger. You felt a warmth growing in you and you moaned his name, wearing it out.

“Good girl,” he said from behind, his thrusts becoming less consistent and more rapid. “I bet you’ll cum before me,” he teased, even though your legs were already shaking with the anticipation of an orgasm. Toji rhythmically rubbed your clit as he fucked you rapidly, and you noticed a puddle of drool on the sheets from your face.

“I’m going to cum,” you moaned, and he yanked your hair like it was a set of reins. As you were reaching your climax, he bit your shoulder, and you gasped as both pain and pleasure filled you. You moaned, almost screaming as your body shook with the intensity of the orgasm, but Toji sped up — you wouldn’t be surprised if his strong hands had bruised your hips in doing so.

“Fuck,” Toji growled from behind you, dropping your hair so that your face fell into the plush sheets. You were thankful now that he was keeping your head up. He suddenly pulled out and you felt unbelievably empty, as your pussy throbbed, before he came on your back.

“I bet that you’d cum first, didn’t I?” He inquired, lifting your face from the sheets. Toji didn’t even look tired, barely a drop of sweat on him.

“There’s always next time,” you said, smiling.

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wolfytoothy · 7 months

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Smile. Ft.E 42.Miles

Sorry if there's spelling errors but I'm to lazy to go nmback and check so deal with it.

Enjoy bookie bears

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You were a shy person but your self around people you really know. Like for instance Jovie, and Josie. Aka juicy and swag. Oh an Miles. I mean he was a like a new Friend. It was a new year and he was your room mate. You two had a couple of classes together, but never seemed to talk.But that all kinda changed when you guys ended up in the same dorm. And you guys become good friends.And started hanging out more, and honestly the more he looked at you the more he was so intrigued by you.

He wanted to figure you out. So now he has a personal vendetta against you. He's your biggest opp. You to were in your dorm on a Sunday playing a video game. And so matter how many times he cheated- I mean sabotaged you, by kicking you, pushing you down, you would always win either way."There's no fucking way, how are you wining" miles complained pressing the x button repeatedly. Just by hitting one button you won that shit easily.

He was basically on top of you trying to block your vision but you still won. So while you were winning he took this opportunity to tickle you. As soon as his finger made contact with skin, you jumped up throwing him off you. Making him fall on is ass. "MILES" you screamed trying to get away from him. But he got back on top of you. Pinning you down.

"Oh, your ticklish ma? I never knew you were ticklish" I sly smirk appeared on Mile's face as took one hand away from the controller and tickled you stomach. You scream out loud and drop the controller.

You burst into laughter trying to cover your stomach. Miles quickly won the game, but that didn't stop him from torturing you. You covered your mouth hiding your smile."Don't cover your mouth ma, you have a pretty smile" miles cooed trying to pry your hands away from your face.

You had the classic eyebag smile, one of the things miles always loved bout you. "miLES" you screamed out as he uncovered your face. But you couldn't stop laughing."Aww look at you. Your so cute when you smile ma" Miles teased.

Now, if you look at this from another prospective. Someone might think something... else is going on.The position you were in...was giveing one night stand. Miles was on top of you restraining your hands, breathless from fighting you. You were on the ground flustered as ever.

Both yall clothes were disheveled as long as your hair. BreathlessThere was a knock at your door, but you didn't here do to your loud laughing, and trying to run from miles. Believe it or not it was actually your bestfriend. Coming yo tell you the tea about her new room mate... AKA miles bestfriend. Ganke.

"Girl you will not believe were me and ganke are- opp-" your bestfriend saw the scene of you laying on the floor and Miles on top of you. "O-oh my" she said covering her mouth. "In the dorms is crazy but uh... call me when your done... you know" the curly haired girl slowly closed the door, and snaping a quick picture.You finally pushed miles off of you.

"WAIT, SWAG, ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE" you yelled after her. "SWAG. J-JOVIE, DELETE THE DAMN PICTURE" you yelled again leaving a low key stunned, and flustered miles.

'Yup, she's the one'.

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #Smile #couple goals fr #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles fluff

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restinslices · 1 month

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hiiii :D

would it be okay for you to do bi-han, liu kang and kung lao x hypermobile reader if you're not too busy or anything?

like reader has alot of pain in the knees, back and gets frequent migraines and they try to help?

Hey bookie, I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just procrastinating 😭. Finally got to it though! When I looked it up a hypermobile person seemed like a double jointed person but with occasional aches but obviously there could be stuff I missed since I’m not hypermobile. Because of that I mainly focused on the things you brought up however if there’s certain things I missed, you can always request again.

Bi-Han

When it comes to your joints moving more than normal, I don't see him making a big deal about it

I don't see him being like “omg that's so cool” but I also don't see him being like “that's freaky”

It's something he notices but doesn't point out

When it comes to pain he'll suggest stretching it out, which might do the opposite but it's what his brain conjures up first

I just feel like stretching and trained assassins go hand in hand

He knows multiple stretches that focus on those areas and that's what he'd suggest first

There’s also other physical activities like walking for your knees

His brain goes to physical things

If all else fails, he's a walking ice pack

I don't think he'd necessarily want to be an ice pack but if I'm the wind under your wings, spit out a couple ice cubes for me

As for migraines I am a firm believer that Bi-Han as the oldest brother is a mini medic

He'd assume your sick so he'd advise you to drink tea, eat soup and keep your eyes closed so they're not being strained while looking at something bright

If you get migraines often he'd buy some thick ass curtains so the sun doesn't peek through

He may be a lil asshole but I'm gonna stay delusional and believe he'd be a good partner

He's a good man Savannah-

Liu Kang

I also think he wouldn't make a big deal out of it

He might comment on it but you'd be forgiven for thinking he forgot about it

Idk how you could use this in fighting but if you could, all 3 of them are impressed

When it comes to pain in the knees and back, he's the opposite of an ice pack

His power might work better with aches and pains. Depends on your body

I doubt heating his hand up would be difficult for him

He mostly wants you to rest and take warmth baths to soak your joints

Him and Bi-Han are mini medics but Bi-Han is more of a physical therapist. Also sitting around is a problem for him. Liu Kang is more patient and understands that there’s nothing wrong with taking a break and letting yourself heal

He probably also knows a bunch more healing methods I don't

He's been around the block for awhile. He knows how to do other things besides leave someone concussed

Assuming you're a regular human, he knows how weak your body is (no tea no shade) and you really need to rest or you'll break down

That's his thought process with migraines as well

Has you sleep a lot more since migraines can be eased with sleep

He knows all the tricks in the book. You know when your parent is like “you have a headache? why don't you *insert the most old and outlandish bullshit*”?

That's him

You'd think he'd use all this worldly knowledge to oh, idk, build an empire or smth but no

Kung Lao

He wouldn't make a comment in a mean way but he would do a double take

Maybe I'm wrong but I would imagine people don't go “hey! How are you? I'm hyper mobile btw”

So when he sees a joint kinda move funny he's thinking “am I tweaking? I gotta be”

But then it happens again and he's like “aight, what the fuck was that?”

He asks a few more questions but that's kinda it. He won't ask your whole life story. If you wanna share more, then you will

When it comes to pain you gotta thug that one out-

I'm joking… slightly

Liu Kang is a demigod. Bi-Han is a human but got magic powers. Kung Lao is a normal person and only has a hat

And I don't wanna hear about the magic shit in his moves. In the game I'm pretty sure he only has that hat. The hat is cool and all but my point is, he can't magic any pain he feels away

He knows better than anyone that sometimes you just gotta take the shit on the chin and try to go on about your day

However, that wouldn't be his only solution

Regular human who can't make his own ice packs means he's a regular human with tons of medicine

Medicine he'd obviously share

He'd even buy some specifically for joint pain and keep it on him for you

Same with medicine for migraines

He probably has way more of those so he can't carry all those bottles but he carries some in his pocket

He actually has a phone so he's for sure looking up ways to help with any pain or discomfort

Whatever comes up, he'll suggest to you or help you with

Your pain won't go away the quickest with him but it's obvious he's trying his hardest

I did not mean to give Kung Lao the most-

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han #bi han sub zero #bi han headcanons #liu kang headcanon #liu kang #liu kang mk1 #mk1 headcanons #kung lao mk1 #kung lao headcanons #kung lao #bi han x reader #liu kang x reader #kung lao x reader

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cxhleel108 · 1 month

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LITG S8 Thots for this week: I love winning!

(Fusebox hasn’t proven me wrong often…damn near at all, but oh do I love when they do!)

• Ok but his body kinda tea I’ll give him that.

• Also do I spy a Libra tattoo??? LIBRA GANG STAND TF UP!!!♎️♎️♎️

• Luna really just want every man in here except her own like damn bitch just give Jin to me since you so open to change😭😭😭

• The spat being us disagreeing on one thing for maybe 30 seconds and then Oakley immediately apologizing to and worshipping me like ok girl, sure.

• Keep trying all y’all want I’m not turning on my man😑😑😑

• We not doing this again uh uh.

• But also…HOW DO WE GET OAKLEY IN THESE??? QUICKLY!

• The fact I was finna deny speaking to Hari and then he brings up that he has intel on my man ugh they know how weak I am help💔

• The intel in question being that he was gonna ask us to go exclusive. WOW! WHAT A SHOCKER!

• Theo what I have to say to you couldn’t take any more than 5 seconds. Stop wasting my time PLEASE!

• Oh yes I love when a man acts “playerfully”…

• It was so obvious that the letter was from our partner can we stop being fucking dumb?

• We didn’t emote enough after reading that letter. I needed my bitch to break out into tears while screaming or something!

• They are arguing over the letter omfggg the day that this villa knows peace, pigs will be flying.

• I busted out laughing at this cuz some of y’all were theorizing that Bea was his sister. Do you know how funny that would’ve been if she was😭

• Oh for christ’s sake can Luna shut the fuck UP? I’m so tired of her getting pressed at Jin being flirty with other bitches as if she don’t do the same exact shit. Ho mad cuz he says Bea might be hot but was just begging Hari to give her pussy a taper fade haircut, girl byeeeee!

• Theo finally manned up and admitted he wants me. Woohoo! Can we move on?

• Outfit time!

• Ngl I thought this was gonna look a whole lot more stupid but thankfully it doesn’t. Now as to why they made accompanying shoes that we couldn’t even put on is beyond me.

• Jin stfu😭😭😭

• IGNORE WHAT HARI AND I ARE DOING BAE IS BACK AAAAHHHHHH😝😝😝

• Yes use the good punani powers to distract him sis exactly!

• I’m seriously so glad I didn’t have to wait 20 episodes to see my bookie bear again like y’all don’t understandddd.

• He just got back and he already being messy helpskdmsmasnd.

• I know they ain’t actually shocked that I dropped the rope during tug of war…I already told y’all I am a one dick woman!

• Figures that Bea is the one that’s actually with my man, yet Luna is the one that’s making me wanna smack the shit outta her.

• Outfit time again!

• Say what you want but they are definitely killing the outfit game this season. Another bad bitch fit!

• The fact we can just tell Hari to shut the hell up so we can listen to the other date awww he really shoulda chose another girl to go after.

• Ok I fucks with you Bea! We love real bitches here💯💯💯

• And the fact Oakley recognizes that we would NEVER play those games oh when I tell you we fucking him real good tonight!

• God why am I so evil😭😭😭

• We actually get a private moment and they didn’t hoodwink us this time omg can we get fed like this more often?

• Oooooo wait clock his tea bae! Cuz that actually don’t make no fucking sense like how you out of practice for 2 years and suddenly you pulling out romantic ass stories just cuz you meet one bad bitch on Love Island?

• Oh lord someone duct tape Luna mouth shut before she start another yap fest.

• To clarify, when I say “you both” I’m referring to Oakley and his donk. Sorry Hari!

• Mind you the stuff that’s supposedly gonna change my mind about him is finna be some shit like “Instead of buying you a box of chocolates, he said he was gonna get you a giant teddy bear and a bouquet of roses and carnations.” Like can y’all cut this shit out it do not be gagging us anymore😕

• Because of course as soon as y’all bring me my baby daddy back you take him away again…

• Welp, loyal girlies I guess it’s time for us to suffer for another 2+ weeks!

#oh well a win is a win #my man is back #that’s all i care about #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

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jiubilant · 5 months

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Does Shurri get up to visit frozen Winter(hold) wonderland much to see her pa after the two reconcile?

In some particulars, Shiv thinks, she's sipping tea with a stranger. So is he. But some things haven't changed.

"The game," she announces like a bookie, unfolding the pegboard across the page-strewn desk, "is halatafl—"

"Mind my cup," says the Archmage of Winterhold, and whisks it out of the way with one hand. His face cuts peevish through the steam. "We can't just play draughts?"

"—in the vernacular," Shiv continues virtuously, ignoring him, "known as wolf"—she drops one of the two red-painted pegs into its hole, then taps it with a claw—"and sheep."

She places her second wolf with predatory delicacy, then arranges the rest of the pegs on his side of the board: twenty of them, white as lambkins, to her two. Her father, swathed in the sort of sumptuous silk dressing-gown that he'd once eyed wistfully in Taarie's store—and a frumpy fur rug, because silk's not worth a sneeze in his freezing hold—begins to look interested.

"Ah," he says, smiling with one side of his mouth. "Well. If the odds are in my favor."

Shiv grins at him with all her sharpest teeth.

* * *

"Again?" she asks after the third game.

"Ai," says the Archmage. It's the sort of gusty Velothi exclamation she'd heard every day of her childhood—after climbing down from the roof, usually, or coaxing him to buy her a bag of havreflarn. He turns a despairing smile on her. "It hasn't been an hour?"

"Half." She smiles back with just her eyes. "You might win this time."

The old man makes an eloquent face. "Set the board."

It's one of those northern nights best spent, Shiv thinks drily, in the south. Or playing board games. The stone walls of the study, glacial to the touch, muffle the wailing wind. Ice crusts the eye-shaped window behind the Archmage's desk; it rattles in its frame, battered by the blizzard's white fist. But she's stoked the fire bright, and the little room is warm where the firelight spreads.

It glints on two empty teacups and the Archmage's rings, garnet and gold, as he reaches across the board. His fingers twitch above the pegs. They curl, but don't bend. He watches his hand contort itself like a spider for a moment, patiently, then leans forward in his wheelchair and—with his other hand, the steady one—closes the spasming fingers around one of his sheep.

"If only," he murmurs, amused, "one could magic the pieces to move of their own accord."

One could, in a college for wizards. Almost everyone could. Shiv watches him move the peg. He practices with the palsied hand, stretching it, writing, picking things up and putting them down, for at least an hour a day. He's getting better at it. The letter he'd sent her after his latest fit—apoplexy, he'd called it later, and gently explained that it would likely happen again—had been so scrambled and smudged that she hadn't even finished it before throwing herself at the High Queen's feet, like a trophy pelt, to beg leave of her court.

Now, two months later, he's well enough to stay up late and lose at tafl. She can probably bring up things that might distress him. She hasn't.

"I've been thinking more, of late," he's saying, "on that sort of thing. The, ah, the everyday good that magic could do—the great help it could be to those with, with hands that shake, or bones that ache, and suchlike, if it were only more commonplace." His eyes travel, thoughtful and sharp, across the board—navigating his next three moves, as usual. "My cane leaps into my hand when I drop it. Why doesn't everyone's?"

Within a year, Shiv thinks, every walking-stick in Winterhold will be doing somersaults. "Used to be that Rafe would crawl under tables for it."

"You, too," says the Archmage. A smile creases the side of his face that still moves. "Well, not everyone has a Rafe, or a Shurri."

For a moment, looking at him, Shiv forgets the past ten years: the fantastical old hierophant enthroned in the wheelchair, bejeweled on every finger and robed in brocade like a picture in a book, is just Da. Then she blinks, and she sees in his smile the thing that makes him a stranger.

"You're happy," she says gruffly. It sounds like an accusation. She hadn't meant it to. She hadn't meant to speak at all; she listens to her own voice with vague surprise. "You old sharpster."

"It took some doing." Da moves one of his pieces with a soft, contemplative clack. "Are you?"

Something in her face must answer him, because he hesitates, then lays the palsied hand half-open on the desk. She blinks down at it. Then she puts one hard, scarred hand in it and covers it with the other, so that his fingers close.

"Probably I should have just piked," she says, very seriously, "and taken up toll-collecting."

He laughs. She'd hoped he would. "The dread bandit Pushpin?"

"Bodkin."

She wonders how to tell him that the smell of boiled leather makes her sick. That her mail-shirt's rusting to bits in a Haafing chest. That she's stuffed her sword and all the smaller pigstickers under her pallet, and hasn't polished them all month. Her shield-sisters would look at her askance. Her old drillmasters, Terentius and stern Rikke, would clout her on the head.

Da gives her a long, level look. Then he glances down at the board.

"Do you know," he says, surprised, "I think I've won."

Shiv looks down, then snorts. He has. He'd probably rearranged the pegs when she wasn't looking.

"But, yihla," says the Archmage, not ungently, "we play more than one game in this life—"

"Da."

"—and if you don't like the outcome of the last," the Archmage continues, raising the eyebrow that moves, "you can always—"

She wrinkles her nose like she used to do at his arithmetic lessons. He laughs again and relents.

But he does turn the tafl-board, with a calm and pointed look, so that she finds herself playing sheep.

#short answer: not quite ''much'' lol. but here's one such visit #skyrim #microfic #oc tag #shurri #ravi

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mrsmiagreer · 2 months

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EA SPOILERS

why does he lowkey sound like a wattpad character? He’s sm less boring this way, i was prepared to be booorrrreeedddd

“When i said you could call me anytime i meant that” 😫🫶🏽

POP! HE CALLS SODA POP!

HES A TEA DRINKER

“fuck” yall he’s kinda hot—

Morgan’s out here talking to female d(a)emons?

“That was such a tangent. I am so sorry” ITS OKAY BOOKIE

“Cilantro tastes like soap to me” LMAO OKAY??

He’s so cute😭

Am i just obsessed or would Matt Sturniolo make a good morgan? DPWM🤭😫 (yall im so delusional)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted early access #redacted ea spoilers #mia makes a statement

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taiiunknown · 1 year

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PLAYING GAMES !🫢

Shuri X BlackReader fic

Warning: cursing,Angst,smut but not too much

Summary : shuri and y/n gets into a heated argument after a party , which led to shuri asking reader to obey her but reader used the word “NO” know shuri does not do well with the word “NO”

Me and shuri have been invited to this get together with the avengers, it was honestly exciting for me bc I had just bought this new champagne dress with these glittery heels that are so pretty and since I just got my hair and nails did I was ready more than anything.

Me and shuri got ready around 6 bc the party started at 7:50 which was the perfect time !

After me and shuri was dress we quickly made it to the car , but I noticed that shuri kept eyeing me from head to. “What’s wrong babe? You don’t like my dress ?” “No you just look so sexy usana, I can’t keep my eyes off you” Shuri said with lust in her eyes , “behave baby we almost close to the party” I said slapping shuri hand from reaching up my dress .

We made it to the party and was greeted with open arms by everyone who was giving me the “Omg you are so gorgeous” “you look like a beautiful diamond” “Shuri must be really lucky!” “Shuri better be glad she got there first bc you are a beautiful girl!”

Those comments made my night and I can unsure you that I was smiling as bright as day. Time went on and I came across a old friend who I haven’t seen since high school! Me and him was so close until I found out he had feeling for me and I had to tell him that I am very much interested in girls then boys but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him like a best friend,

“Y/N?!”

“CHRIS?!!”

We both ran up to each other, he pulled me in a warm up that he always gave me and that I kinda missed bc he was the one I told all my tea too .

Me and Chris held on to each other for like 30 second then finally pulled away, when I pulled away I seen the biggest smile on his face that made me return one back bc he was so sweet .

“OMG what are you doing here lovey?” Chris asked ( BY THE WAY ME AND CHRIS GAVE EACH OTHER NICKNAMES SO HE CALLED ME LOVEY AND I CALLED HIM BOOKIE) “I should be asking you the same thing bookie!” I said “God, I missed you so much Lovey” “I missed you more bookie”

Me and Chris started to catch up with each other when we was interrupted by shuri who just clears her throat , “Y/N you’re not gonna introduce me ?” Shuri said raising a brow “Omg im so sorry ! , Chris this is shuri my gf , shuri this is my old best friend Chris .” Shuri looked at Chris like she wanted to attack him “ Nice to meet you bookie” Shuri spat out like it was venom in her mouth “nice to meet you too queen” Chris said sounding a little scared.

The night ended and me and shuri was now back in the car and honestly I couldn’t wait to leave bc it was awkward the whole night due to shuri being so mean to chris , idk what gotten into her but she was giving me jealous vibes the whole night !

*Back at the palace*

Me and shuri made it to our shared room , I was taking off all my jewelry when all of a sudden shuri breaks the silence between us. “Sooo bookie huh ?” “ and it’s so cute that he calls you Lovey back” Shuri said tryna be funny but start a argument at the same time “ I don’t wanna chat period” I said bc I knew where this was going .

*10 minutes later*

“I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF BEING IN THIS SAME LOOP WITH YOU SHURI ! ITS LIKE YOU GET MAD AT THE SIMPLEST THINGS THAT HAPPENS WITH ME AND MY FRIENDS, I TOLD YOU ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT US AND HOW WE MET NOW PLEASE LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE!!!”

I have never, Ever talked to shuri that way and we have been together for 2 years so the shock on her face was crazy …

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND? WHO ARE YOU SPEAKING TO LIKE THAT ?”

I just looked at the ground bc my intentions was to not explode on her like that but we have been arguing for 20 minutes and I’m tired honestly…

“ ndiphendule NGOKU ! ( ANSWER ME NOW !)” Shuri was now angry and trust me I have never seen her this angry since her mom died so me yelling at her for the first time must really pissed her off . “No one …” I said quietly staring at my white nails polish on my toes bc I could not posses my self to look her in the eye .

“ Ndijonge”( look at me)

When I looked up shuri eyes was filled with awe when she seen i shedded a few tears now

“Stop crying y/n”

I did bc she told me I’m too pretty to be crying once and ever since she told me that I always stop crying when she tells me to stop.

“Strip for me” Shuri said with lust now in her eyes bc of my dress and how my body hugged it so well “No” I said softly As badly I wanted to bc her yelling had got me so horny but I felt bold and wanted to take control for once even though I’m weak in the knees for her touch “You strip for me how about that” I said with a smirk, “I love this boldness you gained tonight but I advise you to let it go or the punishment will be worse than ever” Shuri sounded so sexy with that pent up anger in her voice but I wasn’t gonna fold bc she always have me obey her when she doesn’t even does the same for me so I guess we playing games tonight… “No and like I said you strip” I said now matching her energy, shuri walked towards me and I started walking back not even knowing that I cornered myself (typical y/n) “why are you so angry shuri, is it bc Chris want what’s yours ?” I said tryna push her even more bc I become aroused when she is angry don’t judge me im a little toxic… “excuse me ?” Shuri eye brows raised and let’s just say I think I’m having a little too much fun making her jealous 😐 “You heard me I said CHRIS WANT WHA-“ before I can finish I felt a grip to my arm that lightly tossed me on the bed , I’m sorry but it seemed like Shuri turned into flash less than a second. “That mouth of yours needs to be worked on, IMMEDIATELY!” “SO STRIP LIKE I SAID AND TRUST ME I WILL NOT BE REPEATING MY SELF BC IN THE LOVE OF BAST I WILL RIP YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN!!” Shuri voice was so loud I’m sure the guards was starting to strip too 😭😭 after that I snap back into reality realizing that I have a meeting tmr and need my legs to walk 🥲 “Yes my queen” I said now taking off my dress slowly then ever while she went to the closet to get something. When she came back I was in my lingerie that was black with a kinda see through bra, she came towards me lifting my chin “you’re so sexy usana, but sadly you might be unable to walk into you meeting tmr so now people can’t see your entle face” I’ve never gulped so hard in my life…

After two hours of having the best rough sex ever I was honestly drained, I was so drained that shuri had to carry me from the bed to the bath and then back to the bed that now had new sheets do to all the squirti- matter a fact I’m not even gonna go into details …

I ended up waking up at 2pm since I didn’t gts till 3am, I tried to move but my legs was so sore so I just laid back down , then memories of last night kept replaying in my head including shuri words…

(Shuri’s words)

“ You taking me so well Usana!” “Look at you being a intombi elungile (good girl)” “who pussy does this belong too? Huh ndiphendule (answer me)!” Let’s just say that all I could pull out was “YOURSSSS BA-BYYYY” bc trust me it was like my brain was being fucked out and my vision was becoming blurry bc my eyes felt like it was finna pop out of my head 🤷🏽‍♀️

I came 4 times and I will never admit to that so ya 😐

Shuri came back into the room with food and a ice pack ( I’m guessing that’s for my cat ?) I thought to myself bc it was so sore , I still feel like it’s not my fault tho it’s fasho Chris fault 😒 bc nobody told him to go to this party and if he haven’t came to the party shuri wouldn’t be so jealous and I wouldn’t have been so petty and horny , and my cat and legs would still be functioning again 🥲

“You finally up y/n?” “I thought I killed your cat not you” she chuckled to herself while sitting the tray in my lap “you think you funny ?”I said “no, I think im hilarious” “you know the Dora’s asked was everything alright bc they told me all they heard was “OMG SHURIIIII” “I CANT TAKE IT BABY!” “SHURIIII SLOW DOWN” “UGHH FUCK BAB-“ OKAY PLZ STOP SHURI THATS EMBARRASSING” I said bc I felt slutted out 😒 “let’s just say the neighbors did say they know my name y/n” Shuri said now fully laughing

I palmed my face bc even though WE HAD A TIME LAST NIGHTTTT ! I knew that when I show my face outside our room people will be smirking at me 😒

“Usana” Shuri said softly “yes” I said “did you do all of that on purpose last night?” She asked already knowing the answer “no” I said smirking like …

#shuri x reader #shuri x riri #shuri udaku #shuri x y/n #shuri x blk reader #shuri smut

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 6 months

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Wow!

First of all, I'd like to congratulate Chris' team for learning, for once. Y'all actually had a sighting that isn't blurry...👏

Now, let's once again prove how flimsy this whole thing is...

Special thanks to that very good friend for providing me pics, and keeping me in the loop, as well as pointing out things I wouldn't have noticed, otherwise 🫶

Let's examine the photos.

Now, honestly, this looks old. Chris looks healthier, he still has fat, and he doesn't look dead inside. Unlike during NYCC.

Let me just throw some shade, because he honestly looks happier in the new one, than in the photos from the V-Day dump🤭 Also, did him and Albitch decide to stick to only a handful of clothes from their wardrobe?

Because the guy might be wearing to similar of a jacket, to the NYCC one. Not to mention, he wore the same shirt to NYCC as that hilarious "get me away from here" pap walk through New York?

Also, the "fan" that posted those photos said that she spent time looking for them. Because Albitch told her where they were... I refer you to this post, for more shade.👇

And my friend pointed this out, not sure if it's true, but Chris' medallion has apparently been missing/edited out of photos. Kind of like Dodger's tail 🤭 I don't know if it's true. But if it is, what do they have against it?

And to drive this home, people are saying the girl in the shades might be the witch herself. And let me just say...

She has clothes other than the boring browns and whites she's been wearing. That aren't the photos she uses to bait potential sugar daddies 👀😱

And why the hell didn't the "fan" take a pic with both of them, if SHE was with him. Is she not famous enough? Is she not pretty enough?

Points to her for not being near the bitch. And further proving a very tried and true thing, THEY'RE NEVER SEEN TOGETHER OUTSIDE OF PHOTO DUMP AND THE BLURRY "SIGHTINGS"

The fans from the comment section are definitely part of the MVP of the aftermath of this whole thing 😆

Credit to my good friend again 🥰

All of this to say, the strike is over, but this shitshow will keep going. They basically confirmed they ain't legal(at least from what y'all told me how American Citizenship involving a foreigner works. 90 DAYS PEOPLE!!! Why do you think the show is called 90 DAY FIANCE?!) And they're still not seen in the same photo. As well as, the timing of this photo mentioning the both of them when HE has an event coming up alongside other actors, and SHE has a movie that's going to showcase her lackluster skills 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And just to stir shit up, apparently Albitch's mother has liked comments against Chris. Calling him a pedo...🤔🙃 Makes one think doesn't it?

And one last thing for me to nail another one of their coffins, mighty convenient that you can't see his left hand in this photo too 👀 it's conveniently behind the "fan".

Now that this mess is vented out, Imma head to bed. Feel free to comment and share more. Because God knows there's a lot more to attack ✌️

And once more for the trolls, and the ones STILL thinking that this is real true love🖕

Until next time, fellow fan boys and girls 😘

#booky reacts #booky's fed up!#chris evans #chris evans fandom #Albitch #I'm sorry are you two taking turns showing your faces?#chris and alba pr #STORY IS THIN AF #Fandom Discussions with Booky #tea with Booky #👀☕#thank you again to my good friend for helping me #love ya 👸

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futureboy-caseyjones · 1 year

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Your distress is not nothing. So, please, tell me what's wrong. So long as you're comfortable -📘

Really it's nothing

#I was just making tea and it was quiet...#and I started thinking about what happened with Speaker #a-and how I was doing the same thing then #Ask Casey Jones II #Anons!#Asks #Feather Dragon Fest #Bookie Anon #Goongala

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 1 year

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Sweet Grains (Alfie Solomons x Reader, Modern AU)

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Modern AU, Bakery AU

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: Talk of eating disorders and low self-esteem (based on personal experience, so don’t be a twat), Alfie being a proper gentleman

Summary: Kindness can go a long way. A loaf of bread, a cup of coffee, a conversation to break up the pressure that comes with ambition. Alfie Solomons, the most feared man in Camden and perhaps the whole of London, is full of these little bits of sweetness.

Not that he would admit this outright, of course. However, the men at the bakery certainly notice a change in his demeanour whenever you pop by.

But when you do so to drop off a gift, there soon rises a bitterness that excels that of the dark roast served at The Old Rum House Bakery. Yet, as with the darkest of coffees, Alfie works his magic to reduce the awful taste.

Because he wants the best for you, who is starting to be more than a friend to him. Who else will he grant the privilege of eating his soda bread?

He wants you.

And a new bookie.

Tag List: @zablife @vir-tual @babaohhhriley @hecatemoon87 @potter-solomons @dreamlandcreations @solomons-finest-rum @mollybegger-blog @liliac-dreamer @buttercupsandboys @rose-like-the-phoenix @wandawiccan60

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Gratitude is easy and simultaneously terrifying to show.

Take a deep breath. It’s gonna be alright.

The tin in my hands feels like it’s filled with stones rather than cookies. Also, the design of it, navy blue with gold and flowers, suddenly doesn’t seem that great of an idea either. It would be a shame to throw it away, but the thought of asking for it back once it’s empty makes me uneasy. After all, it’s a gift.

While gathering my courage, I watch people stroll by the bakery in front of me. It is mostly locals who stop to check out the fully stocked window display. Tourists tend to get their food elsewhere in the market. However, even in Croydon they can vouch for the quality and taste of The Old Rum House Bakery in Camden.

Recently I’ve been popping by here to study for the AAT Bookkeeping exam. Partially because I want to expand and develop my personal skill set, but primarily because I’m well over being a barista and working for minimum wage. The owner, Alfie Solomons, has been kind enough to help me. Although, perhaps it’s better to say he insisted on it in his own way.

The tall burly man kept walking past me and looking over my shoulder during the first few days. Now, I can’t blame him because who wouldn’t get curious when someone sets up an improvised office in their business? On the first day, I was ready to pack up and leave in the blink of an eye. The hairs on the back of my neck remained upright, my hands jittery with the anticipation of being told by a gravelly voice to leave so there would be space for more customers.

But those words were never said.

Alfie let me sit for as long as I wanted.

The one time I had the nerve to meet his gaze, he plopped down in the chair across from me and told me he’d teach me the books. Just like that. I blinked, gobsmacked by his blunt and rather hellbent statement. Since then, he’s been my mentor.

And I don’t want to disappoint him.

One… two… three. Let’s go!

“Y/N, what’re you doing here?” The voice in my ear pierces through the hubbub of the busy street, packed with people enjoying the rare London sunshine by roaming around. Snapped out of my reverie yet still drowsy with dread, I turn to the man with black curly hair who has appeared at my side.

“Ollie, hey, hi! Is- Um, is Alfie… in? Today, I mean? Now?” It’s silly, reduced to a blabbering mess because of a person I know decently well. For as far as one can know another when in a mentor-student relation. Although, sometimes it seems we’re more than that.

Our conversations know no limits, freely flowing over tea and coffee. I can never leave without a loaf of soda bread he refuses to sell despite it being a piece of heaven. It has this certain sweet element, which he refuses to reveal what it is. However, there is one thing I value above all else.

He always makes time for me. No matter whether it’s rush hour or quiet, early in the morning when the bread is still being baked or late in the afternoon when there’s barely anything left and inventory has to be taken, Alfie stops being a business owner and becomes my mentor. Or, rather, my friend. Although, perhaps that’s a step too far.

We’re close acquaintances.

Very close acquaintances.

The assistant brand manager of the bakery chuckles. “Yeah, he is.”

“Great! Can you give him this?” I hold the tin out to him.

“Why don’t you give it yourself? I’m just returning from my break so he can go on one. I’ll fetch him for you.”

“Oh, no, I’m kinda busy and-’’

“Don’t be shy. Come on in.” Ollie holds the door open and gestures for me to go inside.

Mentally cursing myself, I take a deep breath and step forwards.

The warm scent of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee hangs in the air, vibrant like the murmur of hushed conversation and the clinking of tableware. Here and there some tables are occupied with the customers who remain from the rush hour caused by lunch. However, most of them are almost done. In the back, a couple gets up to leave. Unsurprisingly, their smiles are content.

Because the food here would be fit for a king.

As soon as I cross the threshold, the broad-shouldered man with slicked back brown curly hair behind the counter turns around. He grows still when his sea blue eyes fall on me, the loaf of bread in his hands entirely forgotten.

My heart skips a beat, skittish under the intensity of his gaze. I grip the tin in my hands a little tighter, but the metal does nothing to cool the flush of heat that washes over me. A queasy feeling starts to set up in my stomach when the awareness I’m showing more skin than usual hits. Nevertheless, I put on a mask and muster a smile. “Hey.”

Alfie clears his throat. He blinks a few times like he’s been rudely woken and needs to ground himself in reality again. An unusual awkward groan falls from his lips as he places the bread he’s holding on a nearby counter, wipes his hands on his apron, and then nods in greeting. “Shalom, love.”

What was that reaction?

The sound of my heels on the stone tiles is incredibly loud in my ears as I come closer. Even an elephant would walk more gracefully and quietly in them than I do. Unfortunately, in my enthusiasm I didn’t calculate in the time it would take for me to learn how to wear them properly and move like a sophisticated woman rather than a lumbering individual.

“I popped by to give you these.” I hold the gift I prepared out to him. “As a thank you for teaching me how to bookkeep.”

“You made these?” he asks as he gratefully accepts the tin. His expression brightens as he inspects the oatmeal cookies inside.

“They’re orange and apricot with a bit of salt. Also, they’re kosher. Spent the entire day in the kitchen trying to get them right.’’ I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and glance at the floor. ‘‘I’m not much of a baker, unlike you.”

“Want me to start teachin’ you that too?”

“What?’’ Mouth dry, I stare at him before I break out in a panic mess of words. ‘‘Oh, no! No, I couldn’t possibly ask that of you. I mean, you have a business to run and-’’

“I wouldn’t mind. Besides, I free up time for you anyway so you can learn the books proper.” He puts the lid back on the tin and carefully places it next to the loaf of bread he held earlier. Then he crosses his arms and leans on the counter. The shadows the artificial light cast on his skin accentuates how sculpted they are, hardened by working long hours. “Time spent in good company ain’t wasted.”

“Look, it’s really nice of you, but I don’t want to take up any more of your time. You should have a moment for yourself as well.”

Completely ignoring my remark, he continues in the same casual tone. “Kitchen is awfully busy durin’ work hours, so it’d have to be after closin’ or really early in the mornin’. Also, I’m not gonna put you among the men. No, if I’m to teach you, it’ll be only us. Way safer and more comfortable, innit? Now, I don’t think you’d like me knockin’ on your door at four when not even the pigeons-’’

“Why?” I ask, nibbling on my lower lip.

“Why what?”

“Why would you pick me up?”

Am I really worth the effort?

“Because London isn’t a safe place for doves. The shadows want to tarnish their pretty feathers, corrupt and break their kind spirits. I don’t want that to happen.” For a moment we look at each other, silently assessing where his comment puts us. His expression still unreadable, careful to conceal the sentiments he harbours towards me, Alfie continues. “If you stay after hours, I could see you safely off to the tube before dusk. If you trust and would let me, of course.”

Surprised by the offer, I open and close my mouth. Nevertheless, no answer or adequate response comes to mind. The absence of a hint he’s joking or simply being politely nonchalant also makes it hard to respond.

“No means no, don’t it?” A quicksilver smile flashes over his lips, half-hidden beneath his bushy whiskers. “Think it over. You can accept or reject the offer whenever. Until then, it stands.”

Why me? Why not someone else? Plenty of women would kill to be made the same offer by you. I’m not worth the trouble.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat, though the light tremble in it remains. “It does.”

Another silent moment passes, a few seconds in which his gaze doesn’t waver. I glance around the bakery, praying for Ollie to come through or new customers to come in. Any diversion would be appreciated.

Anything to distract him lest he should see the butterfly storm inside.

“C- Can you stop staring at me?”

“I’m sorry. Ain’t proper, innit?” Alfie stands up straight and puts his hands in his pockets. Watching the street through the window stocked full with today’s bread, he rubs his lips together in contemplation. A thought he voices on a deep breath. “You look lovely, my dear.”

It’s just a pet name. Casual, the way he talks. It’s not affection towards me. It’s not.

“Oh, t- thank you.” I pluck at the hem of my dress. “I finally had the courage to wear this one. Still feels a bit weird.”

“Well, I think you look wonderful. Much too pretty for Camden, though. But more than right for Bloomsbury or Westminster.” Though there’s genuine warmth in the gruff half-grumbled words and tenderness in his eyes, there’s an underlying bleakness.

And it tells me he knows.

“I- I’m gonna- I-’’ I point at the door over my shoulder. “I should go.”

“Fancy a cup of tea?” Alfie lunges forward and places his palms on the counter like he’s ready to launch himself over it. “‘Ow about we ‘ave one of those cookies too?”

“I don’t-’’

“Just one.” A careful though encouraging smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Evidently he’s not planning to let me leave, determined to use his charm to make me stay yet too proud to openly beg. “It’s good to treat yourself. One cookie won’t do any ‘arm, especially not with tea. Do an old man a favour?”

And like every time he prepares a sandwich for me and refuses to let me cross the threshold back onto the street without a loaf of soda bread, I want to try. Not only for myself.

But also for him.

“Sure.”

He claps, the noise loud enough to involuntarily turn my content resignation to temporary shock. Fortunately, the way my body jolts remains unnoticed. “Marvellous. Any preferences?”

“Not really.”

“Hm, maybe a nice pot of yuja, yeah? The sweetness will be in perfect ‘armony with the orange in the biscuits. Besides, it’s almost summer, so it’s time for citrus fruits, innit?”

“We’re barely halfway through spring. It’s not even May yet.”

“The weather’s warmin’ up, though.”

“I still don’t think that makes it summer any time soon,” I chuckle.

“I suppose it doesn’t.” Alfie lets out a breathless laugh, features softened with the kindness he usually displays around me. Nevertheless, there’s also an odd tender warmth in it that is hard to define. It’s the same curious emotion I sometimes glimpse on his face when I drop by to study or when he’s using his own bookkeeping to serve as a real-life example. When I make a mistake and he corrects it, explaining what I did wrong and how to do it right next time.

It’s there in the corner of my eye, vague in peripheral vision. However, now that I see it blatantly before me, I still can’t name it.

“You wait ‘ere, yeah. Give me a moment to prepare everythin’ and we’ll pick a nice and quiet spot.”

While the tea brews, Alfie sets up a tray. With a gentle carefulness that belies his usual rough demeanour, he places the biscuit tin alongside two dainty plates on it. In the meanwhile, I remain by the counter to soak up the sunlight, ever rare here in London, coming in through the windows. Normally I’d feel awkward simply standing around in a place where I could easily be noticed. Yet, it’s never like that when he’s nearby.

Strange, how he is both my peace and my flame.

Humming along to one of Adele’s songs, Alfie pours the yellow liquid in a chic porcelain teapot. ‘‘There,’’ he mumbles, a proud note in his gravelly voice. ‘‘Done. Come on.’’

He guides us to a small table in a corner in the back, far removed from the other customers and staff. All the while, he stays close yet maintains a polite distance.

Alfie sits down on the chair across from me after setting the table and pouring us both a cup. Neither of us says anything, both content to only sip tea and occasionally meet the other’s gaze.

Whereas his employees seem to have the urge to talk as soon as their boss falls silent, it’s never been the case for me nor vice versa. It’s the same type of silence as when he reminds me to take a break. The most effective way to actually get me to take one, he found, is to literally swipe my study materials to the side or pull me away from his laptop if he’s giving real-life examples. Afterwards, he’ll pull me to my feet to this very same spot so we can sit down together for a cup of tea or coffee.

A moment of reprieve, wherein there are no burdens. No pressure to do well, no fear to mess up, no worries about changes.

There’s only us, the world shut out.

Unfortunately, the comfortable silence doesn’t last long. The corners of his mouth turn downwards and his brows knit together as words enter his mind. The way he puts his cup down on the saucer with a clink that’s a little too loud preludes to conversation.

One I’d rather not have.

However, there’s only so long I can and perhaps want to avoid it.

And when it comes to him, I’m done running.

I want to talk.

Alfie groans, the metallic sound of his rings tapping against the side of the cup strengthening his sense of discomfort. “I know it ain’t right to ask because it’s impolite and not something a gentleman should ask, yeah. You are permitted, by the way, to storm out the door after throwin’ your tea in my face. It’d be a waste but I wouldn’t blame ya. I’d never come back either if someone asked me this.”

Head bowed, I stir my tea. “Alfie?”

“Yes, love?”

“The question.”

“Yeah… right, guess I’m beatin’ ‘round the bush too much, ain’t I?” He presses his lips together for a moment and runs a hand through his beard, lost in contemplation. The long breath he takes comes out as a deep sigh. “Look, I meant it when I said I think you look wonderful. And I’m very bloody grateful you come ‘ere for lunch or afternoon tea. It’s a fuckin’ honour to see you enjoy the food and drink ‘ere.”

“But?”

“But you’ve lost weight again, ‘aven’t ya?” he asks, his usual warm drawl devoid of emotion.

I shake my head and smile wistfully. Looks like I’m found out. “I don’t even actively try to anymore. It just… happens.”

“Do you eat? When you’re not ‘ere, I mean.”

“Three meals a day. A protein bar for brekkie or a bowl of vegan yogurt with some granola. I come here for lunch or eat a slice of your soda bread with a piece of fruit when I’m busy. Dinner kinda depends on what I’m in the mood for, but it’s generally vegetarian and has lots of veggies.”

“And working out?”

“Almost every day. I can’t sit still. It drives me up the bloody wall. I try to take rest days, but I’m not particularly good at that.”

“‘Ow much?”

I take a sip from my tea. “Too light.”

No workout today, no need. Tea won’t make you fat. Sure, it’s sweet, but not from sugar. It’s okay.

He lets out deep sigh through his nose, mumbles something under his breath, and stares out into the bakery. In the meanwhile, I don’t dare to look up at him.

Terrified of his disappointment in me.

“Look, I’m not goin’ to be the solution to the problem, it’s a journey you yourself will ‘ave to go on. All the same, I wanna ‘elp.” Slowly I raise my head, unsure about his intentions. Alfie sits back with his arms crossed. The only movement he makes is squeezing his bicep with strained forearms. “You’re a strong wonderful woman, clever to boot. I’d ‘ate it if I lost your company due to bad health. Or worse.”

“My health is fine. I guess I’m just too skinny.”

“Which means you’re more prone to sickness. And cold.” His gaze falls on the goosebumps littering my skin. “Can I ask the number on the scale?”

“Forty-six, sometimes forty-five.’’

‘‘Please tell me you eat a little more on those days.’’

‘‘I do, try to, but it hardly helps. Still came further down from forty-eight.”

He swallows hard, a slight taper in his breath as he speaks. “I won’t tell you what to do. What you can and can’t eat. You are your own woman and therefore free to tell me to fuck off and mind my own bloody business. Which I should, I’m well aware, love, yet I can’t. We ‘aven’t known each other that long, but I’m quite fond of you. Yeah, you ‘eard me. Fond, extremely. So I worry for you and since I’m also a chronic overthinker, I worry a lot.”

Sure you do.

Because if the King of Camden is known for something, it’s his silver tongue.

“We can start small. You already said you eat my bread at ‘ome and I see you eat when you’re ‘ere. That’s good. Let’s start from there. We’ll go explore new foods together and I’ll occasionally cook for you. I’m no master chef, right, but I don’t think my borscht is bad. It’s me mum’s recipe, so I don’t dare fuck it up. I always make way too much brisket as well and it would be a cryin’ shame to throw it away or keep it as leftovers when it can be shared. You see, people have been bonding over food for centuries.” He leans in, his fingers entwined as they rest on the table. Voice lowered to a pleasant purr, he makes an irresistible proposal which I am loath to decline. Nonetheless, I don’t want to readily accept it with an enthusiasm and positivity I haven’t felt in a very long time. The butterflies have to remain contained because to show them would be to rip their wings. “Shall we try and see if that’s true?”

“I’d like that, Alfie.” The mention of his name conjures a beaming smile which shows off his slightly crooked teeth. One of his little perfect imperfections. “I’d like it a lot.”

“Well, let’s start with this.” He grabs a cookie from the tin, splits it in half, and holds one of the pieces out to me. “Small steps.”

I merely gaze at the cookie, my mind and body entangled in a war of control. One side wants to reach out to accept the piece of food, the other advocates to wait for Alfie to retract his hand. In the end, I clench my jaw and fight my very nature to take it.

He leans back, the beginning of an affectionate smile lingering like a ghost on his lips. After a moment of watching me nibble on the cookie and take a sip of tea, he speaks up. “Still trying to get into Shelby’s company?”

I shake my head. “I don’t feel confident enough for that. I’m not really too good with the books, am I? Maybe in the far future. When I’m better.”

“I don’t think you’re doing too shabby. In fact, I think you’re doing pretty well. Simply need to practice, is all.”

It’s basically immediately reaching for the top, the stars far out of reach and only for the gods to touch. As if a prestigious company like Shelby Company Limited would accept a rookie bookkeeper, a nobody without experience. That is, if I manage to pass the exam.

Alfie puts his half of the cookie in his mouth. An appreciative hum rises from his throat as he munches on it. A wave of calm gratification washes away the guilt of eating, replaces it with a flush of warmth throughout my body. I take a deep breath, once again able to breathe a little easier around him.

He wipes his mouth on a napkin, which he then uses to wipe some of the crumbs from his beard. “How about you become my bookie?”

“Pardon?” I squint at him like it might help me understand him better. Either that, or prove I misheard him.

“Would take some of the burden off me shoulders. Let me focus on other things to keep this place open for business.’’ The silliness of his grin amplifies the glow in his cheeks. However, there’s anxious anticipation in the way he twists his rings. “‘Sides, you’re the only one I trust with my finances.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll fuck up?”

“You’re a clever little bird so I don’t think you will. You will pass that exam, after all. I’m certain of it. But, if it makes you comfortable, we can figure it out together in the first few weeks. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, innit?”

Not because of second opinions, controlling perfectionism, nor business.

But because we sometimes need help.

And that’s okay.

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