#she gonna have set new boundaries

[mars-ipan]

HOOO my brother just touched a nerve

[areyoudoingthis]

my mother texted me while i was with a friend and i called her on purpose while my friend was nearby so he could offer emotional support and she had the cheek to get rude and dictate that she would call me later because i was busy even tho I said i was free to talk then jesus fucking christ who does she think she is

[verstappen-cult]

I have a request for max!

Reader is a strategist for Mercedes. Max and her, they got married in secret and have a 2 year old daughter together.

I know this is not much to work with but you do you!

(I love your fics <3)

hi bestie! i left the mercedes’ strategist plot out of this, but i hope you still like it! btw this was gonna be really short and ended up being this other thing. <333

You look out the car window and then to your daughter playing with her favorite plushie next to you. She doesn’t know that you’re about to be the topic of conversation for the next week — month even. She only knows that there are gonna be a lot of people trying to take pictures of you both, and that you’re gonna see Dad’s friends too. 

“Hey, baby.” You whisper, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. “You’re ready to see Daddy?” She smiles at the mention of her favorite person in the whole world, forgetting all about her toy. 

“Where are we?” She asks, looking out the window. 

You lift her up onto your lap, placing a kiss on her temple. “We’re gonna watch papa just like we do from home every Sunday.”

“We have fun watching papa.” 

“Yes, so,” You take your bag and her plushie before taking a deep breath. “let’s go and have some fun, then.”

It’s no secret to anyone that you and Max have been dating for quite a few years now. You used to be more public about your relationship, but then you got pregnant and Max decided that it was best if you kept things a little more private, and you were more than happy to do it until you started to miss going to the races and seeing him more often. 

Max was a bit reluctant at first, but after some — a lot — of convincing he accepted. The two of you agreed to put some boundaries and to take things slowly. The first step was going to the Monaco Grand Prix, so, you wouldn’t have to travel and he could be home by the end of the day with his favorite girls. And, if things become too much, you can just go home. 

The moment you set foot on the paddock, you know there is no going back. You feel nervous and like your whole body is on fire, but when you look at your daughter’s smile as you hold her in your arms, you forget about everything.

“Mama, look! Papa!” She points to the giant banner to your left. And there he is, alongside a few of the other drivers. 

“Oi!” Dani calls from a few meters away. You wish he would not have done it because it draws attention you really didn’t want. 

“Uncle Dani!” 

You see the exact moment people recognize you, reporters starting to make their way to you at the same time you hurry to Dani’s side. He has a big, bright smile on his face, he’s always smiling but you think he’s genuinely happy to see you and your daughter. 

“Hi, Dani.” The Aussie wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek as a greeting. 

“Hey, angel.” Your daughter makes grabby hands at Dani and, obviously, he immediately takes her in his arms. “Did you miss uncle Dani?” She nods, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. 

“Have you seen Max?” You ask him, but he shakes his head, too busy paying attention to whatever your daughter is telling him in the ear. 

You don’t feel comfortable. It’s been so long since you’ve been in the paddock that now feels like you’re attending your first race for the very first time. You were nervous then, you are terrified now as you see reporters approaching, calling your name and asking about your daughter. It’s not that they don’t know you and Max have a daughter, you and Max have been pretty open about her but always leaving her face out of the family photos you share on social media. However, this is news to everyone. This is a headline. And you know they’re just doing their job.

“Let’s go find him, okay?”

You barely hear him, trying to politely tell the reporter by your left that you will not give any interview and to stop asking about your daughter. Daniel has to give you a little pat on the back to make you walk, sending death glares to the people surrounding you in the process. 

There are phones and video cameras following you along the paddock, and you think you should’ve accepted Max’s offer of waiting for you at the entrance. But you didn’t want to be a burden. You were pretty confident about handling things by yourself but now… not so much. 

“Hey, are you okay? You’re a little pale.” Dani’s voice is soothing. You’re glad he’s carrying your daughter because you don’t feel strong enough to do it. Someone behind you — one of the many, many people following you — pushes you, making you bump into another person by your side. “Watch out! There’s a baby here!”

Daniel is mad and doesn’t hesitate in wrapping an arm around your waist, guiding you inside the nearest place that turns out to be the McLaren hospitality. 

“I’m gonna call Max, alright?”  

“What’s happening outside? Oh, you’re here!”

“Uncle Lando!” Your daughter’s voice is what finally pulls you out of your head. 

You walk to Dani, taking her in your arms. “Did you miss Uncle Lando too?”

“Is something wrong?” Lando asks again, bopping the little girl on the nose. 

“So many people,” You breathe out, closing your eyes for a second. “I didn’t think it was going to be this way, really.”

“Well, it’s a big deal that you’re here. Both of you.” Lando looks outside, reporters and cameras ready to catch a glimpse for when you have to leave. “Do they know? The media, I mean, about…” He looks to your hand, right where your wedding ring is. 

You groan, hiding your face in your daughter’s neck, making her giggle. “No, but I’m sure it will be worse when they notice.”

There’s a huge commotion outside that draws your attention. When you look, you find Max trying to make his way through the mass of people. Seeing him makes you relax immediately, but then he’s pushing a man when this shoves a microphone in his face and you don’t feel so relaxed anymore.

“Shit, shit” Daniel is quick to open the doors and go outside, a few members of McLaren following him. “Can you hold her, please?” 

Your daughter goes willingly with Lando as you run outside. Daniel stands between the reporter and Max, his hand on your husband’s chest trying to stop him from jumping over him to get to the man. 

There’s a bigger commotion when they see you, everyone shouting your name and asking questions that you don’t pay attention to, but it’s enough to make Max forget about fighting the reporter.

Max runs to you, hands cupping your face. “Hey, baby. Are you okay? Something happened?” 

“I’m okay. Just—let’s go inside, please.” 

Max doesn’t hesitate. He grabs your hand tightly, not caring about being seen going inside McLaren hospitality, not when you and his daughter are there needing him.

“Papa!” 

Your husband’s face lights up, that pretty smile you love so much making its way onto his face. "Mijn mooie meisje.” The tension on his face goes away the moment he takes her in his arms. 

“You wanna go home?” Lando asks you, handing you a glass of water. 

“Yes, you’re going home.” Max answers for you, hugging his daughter tightly against his chest. 

“We are not. We knew this would happen, well, not at this scale but,” You shrug, taking a sip of water. “I don’t wanna go. We should’ve planned this better.” 

“Yeah, you should have.” Daniel jokes, but when no one laughs he just stands there awkwardly. “Look, she’s already here. You’re not gonna send her home, are you?”

Lando bites his lip before saying, “You won’t be able to hide forever.” 

“I know!” Max sighs, putting down his daughter on one of the sofas. “Why don’t you play while I talk with your uncles for a bit?” Unaware of everything, she just takes her plushie and waits for you to be finished. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or feel unsafe.”

“We’re safe here. Everyone will take care of us, I know that.” You take his hand, thumb caressing the back of it. “It was just the shock of experiencing all of this again. It reminded me of the first time I attended a race.” You say, shyly. 

“Oh, I remember that.” He has that special glint in his eyes that tells you that he remembers every little detail of that day. 

“Uh, gross.” Lando pretends to throw up, earning a playful push from Daniel.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Yes, love. Besides, how are you gonna tell her she won’t be watching papa race?” You look at your little baby, talking with her plushie and showing the toy around. “I don’t know which one of us is more excited.”

“You know it’s only a matter of time before they notice this?” Max takes your hand to his lips, kissing your wedding ring.

“I want them to know.” 

“Oh, thank God!” He exclaims, peppering kisses all over your face. “I hate not wearing my ring on race weekends.”

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

I believe Aang was right to end the war by sparing Ozai. But the only (imho) valid reason some people say he should have done it is because they wanted Aang to realize that pacifism is flawed.

I'm gonna disagree with you here, because a lot of the flaws fans talk about pacism and how ATLA in particular handles it as a concept are 99%:

1 - People being ignorant/racist and not knowing the difference between pacifist monks and "make love, not war" hippies.

2 - People being ignorant/racist and refusing to understand that there are different kinds of pacifism, even within the same cultures/people groups.

Aang is very clearly not the type of pacifist to go "You can NEVER react with ANY kind of violence towards someone else, even if it's to defend yourself/someone else" (which does exist, both IRL and in the show, just look at the owl spirit in "The Library").

We see him fight, and even be quite aggressive in said fights, in a lot of episodes. We also see he has no issues with invading the Fire Nation. More importantly, for the longest time the Avatar State was a result of him being pissed off enough at some kind of injustice that it makes him lose control, meaning he is very clearly affected by the horrors of war to the point of RAGE.

What makes him a pacifist is the way in which he doesn't WANT to lose control, doens't WANT go from aggressive to full on cruel, and, yes, wants to defeat his enemies, but not kill them.

And as I keep repeating, the show DOES make him question that last boundary he set for himself. He gets told by a past Avatar, who was also an air-nomad before anything, that, when there is such a large threat to everyone's life, including his own, he has to put aside his own spiritual needs and take a life - provided there isn't another option. But there was, so Aang took that, even after he decided that, yes, if there was no other way, he WOULD kill Ozai.

What people don't like is that Avatar, although questioning some types of pacifism, is far more interested in questioning the way people are WAY too eager to use violence to solve their issues, and, more importantly, expect someone else to get their hands bloody.

Fire Lord Sozin starts the war because he, according to himself at least, wants what's best for everyone and would like to share the Fire Nation's glory and great life with the other nations. He tries to do by invading foreign territories, killing his best friend, and commiting genocide. The fucker even has the dragons, an obvious Fire Nation symbol, to be hunted to extintion.

When Jet is angry at the Gaang for ruining his plan to free a village from the Fire Nation's control by blowing up a dam, Sokka asks "Who would be free? Everyone would be dead."

Zuko is banished because he spoke out against a Fire Nation higher-up's plan to use soldiers as fresh meat to bait the enemy into a more vulnerable position, thus assuring the nation's victory in that battle. He openly says "These men love and defend our nation, how can you betray them?"

When Zhao wants to kill the moon spirit, Iroh tries to stop him by pointing out that the Fire Nation needs the moon too (seriously, if it wasn't for Yue's sacrifice and Zhao's death, the Fire Nation would have had to create a word for "Big-ass wave that wrecks everything and kills people" like Japan did).

When Aang is deliberately trying to trigger the Avatar State because he doesn't want anyone else to die in the war, Katara, who had her life ruined by said war, is against it because while she opposes the Fire Nation, she cares about Aang and, in her own words, seeing him in so much pain and rage hurts her too. When Aang can't force himself to go nuclear, an Earth Kingdom ruler attacks Katara and makes both her and Aang, two very traumatized child soldiers, think he is going to kill her.

More importantly, when Ozai wants to burn down Earth Kingdom cities, he says "A new world will rise from the ashes, and I'll be supreme ruler of everything", to which Zuko concludes that, if they don't save the world before his dad takes over, there won't be a world to save.

And what does he say to Aang when he is about to kill him? "You're weak, just like your people. They didn't deserve to live in world, in my world."

Avatar does questions pacifism, and is critical of it on ocasion (again, watch "The Library"). But it's biggest theme is being critical of VIOLENCE, of resorting to it immediately without considering any other option and acting like it doesn't have long-lasting negative consequences, both to the person suffering it to the person inflicting it (see Azula's breakdown, Zuko's angry outburts only making him more miserable, Jeong Jeong growing to resent being a firebender, Zhao accidentally burning his own ships, etc)

The show is constantly highlighting that, yes, sacrifices need to be made for the greater good - but that CAN'T be normalized because it inevitably leads to a never-ending cicle of cruelty, as well as suffering to the one who has to do the dirty job (because lets not forget there's a big difference in how a soldier that is constantly in battle sees the war and how a king that just gives the orders but never goes into the actual combat sees the war).

The show embraces pacifism, despite knowing some versions of it are flawed, because the narratives themes are:

1 - EVERYONE is capable of great good and great evil

2 - No group has the right to impose it's own lifestyle onto others

3 - If everyone is either dead, mentally (and physically) scarred for life, or preparing to kill someone as revenge, then being killed by someone who wants to avenge that person, who will themselves be killed for revenge later, then the "greater good" you're sacrificing everything for doesn't actually exist because NO ONE will have a good life in a world that is stuck in the cicle of violence.

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ The Advice Column Issue No.1 ; How to deal with fake friends while balancing school life 🎀🧁

Hii Dolls!!!⭐️ This is officially the first issue of my Brand new segment The Advice Column!!!! and i chose the topic fake friends bc as someone who’s had an alarming amount of fake friends in the past i can definitely give endless advice in this topic and its a collab with the @honeytonedhottie !! bc i thought she could also give so really good advice!!🎀⭐️

Are you struggling with keeping up in your studies? worried if your friends are talking behind ur back? Stressed? Feeling like school and socials are just to much??? DONT WORRY!! Dolly n Honey are gonna save the day!! 🎀⭐️

Section 1 ; Honey!!🍯

how to balance ur school and social life (in bullet points) !! 🎀🧁

- make a list of priorities and stick to it like its a handbook

- practice saying no to events and saying no to excessive studying, the key is to find an equilibrium

- combine social and academic events

- make sure to use ur time wisely and do whats important first, so that then u can have loads of time for ur social life!

Section 2 ; Dolly! 🎀

No.1 ; Stand up for yourself!! ⭐️

if ur so called “friend” is constantly make smart remarks about you,scrutinizing you for the smallest thing,being passive aggressive or really just trying to hurt your feelings always stand up for yourself and never let insult like that because that shows that you have no self respect and then they’re gonna just keep doing it set clear boundaries and don’t be a doormat never let this person/people walk all over you , if you didn’t appreciate something they said don’t take shit from them address and make sure it never happens again

No.2 ; spotting a secretly fake friend⭐️!

now there’s obviously “friends” that you can spot from a mile away that they’re definitely toxic but theres also a certain type of friend that could be the sweetest to ur face but secretly talk shit behind ur back and its honestly not that hard to spot one of these “friends” so here are some characteristics of ‘the secretly fake friend’

- never sticks up for you

- constantly lying

- at time can be very passive aggressive

- will tell you that someone was talking about you and not defend you at all

- will make you feel like a bad friend even if they’re wrong in the situation

- if you’ve ever confronted them on their behavior and they say they’re sorry but then repeats the same actions

- lets their other friends talk shit about you

- HUGE VICTIM COMPLEX!

these kinds of fake friends are tricky bc you really can’t spot them at first and then it can be harder to cut them off which brings me to my next point

No.3 CUT THEM OFF !!⭐️

listen i know its hard to let go of these people at first im mean I’ve had to do it multiple times but i swear it gets sooo much easier to not have these people in ur life its way better to have no friends than a bunch of friends thats secretly hate you don’t stay caught up on toxic people like this its a waste of ur own peace and well being , block them,stop following them,stop talking to them have NOTHING to do with these people/person

No.5 ; Ur not special !!

now this title is a bit alarming but what i mean by that is if you have a friend that’s constantly talks down about people for no reason whether it be their friends or someone they know and im not talking about the standard gossip talk bc tbh everyone gossips but im talking about like drags them through the mud calls them mean names and purposefully spreads rumors about other people they’ll do it to do you as well ur not special i doesn’t matter what this person is telling you they’ll talk about any and everyone it doesn’t matter people like this do not care

No.4 ; Being Un-phased !! ⭐️

now after you cut them off either gonna

A. make it seem like they’re innocent and have been nothing but nice to you and try and make you feel bad

B. Act like theirs beef when in reality theres not they just want a reason to start a problem

C. to the standard mean girl remarks side eyes,whispers,random pointing and slightly laughing, or even in some cases talk loudly about you but indirectly

now in any of these situations never let it bother you show no reaction these kinds of people feed off ur fear of them shows no reaction when it comes to things like this and you can also do it back side eye them back,give them weird looks back now im definitely not saying be just like them but play their game don’t let disrespect like this slide and i know how hard it can be especially since these are people ir support be close with but i promise making friends that actually care about you is WORLDS BETTER!!! you’ll have such a peace of mind and being able to make friend that actually care about you is such a freeing feeling!!!!

Reminders!!! 🎀🍯

- they’re opinions don’t matter

- these people are no above you in any way shape or form

- stress is normal don’t let it get to you !!

- you deserve much better friends

- it normal to feel sad after cutting them off

- this person/these people don’t deserve you!!!

- you got thiss!!!

[sorchathered]

Something in the Orange

Happy Valentine’s Day babes! Just a little Bob one shot to celebrate the day.❤️

Pairing- Bob Floyd x reader

Warnings- Drinking, language, smut

Summary- North Island’s new medical officer seems to have caught everyone’s eye, but she has her sights set on a certain WSO.

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Knuckles rapping against the shitty cafeteria table startle you out of your thoughts, looking up you audibly groan at who has decided to grace you with his presence. Jake Seresin, or Hangman as you know him has sidled up to the table of aviators and medics with a cocksure smile and flirty demeanor almost every day this week and to be frank it’s really starting to get on your nerves. Being the head medical officer for the dagger squad isn’t a boring job by any means and sometimes all you want is to just eat in silence, today unfortunately no one is giving you that opportunity.

“What’s up doc?” He says while wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes, he has got to be the cheesiest man you’ve ever met and you still don’t know how any of his lines get him a date.

“Just living the dream Hangman, trying to catch a break and hoping one of you doesn’t wind up in my infirmary today.”

If he gets the hint that you aren’t interested he doesn’t acknowledge, just makes himself at home in your space and swipes a chip off your plate.

“Hard deck tonight, everyone’s going, you gonna tag along? I’d love to buy you a drink.”

You had in fact planned to go, but not to spend time giving Seresin any more attention than his giant ego needed. You had your eye on someone else entirely, but being the shiny new toy in fightertown (single, under 40, and hot) meant that every available guy (and some girls) on the squad had been vying for your attention the past few weeks since your arrival. It was becoming tedious, you knew you would need to set up some boundaries but you’d been testing the waters and just trying to make some friends, not looking for anything serious yet. Well unless a certain someone wanted that but that was a whole other can of worms.

So you just smiled up at Mirimar’s golden boy and told him you’d see him later that evening, not missing the glare a certain bespectacled WSO had directed in his teammate’s direction. You’d unpack that later.

Bob Floyd had been your one serious boyfriend in your navy career, you’d both been stationed together in Maryland in your mid twenties and had gotten on like a house on fire. But you both were young and not ready for anything substantial so when he moved to Lemoore you both agreed to stay friends and see where life took you. It was hard and you were heartbroken but you knew now it had been for the best, neither one of you were ready for marriage at the time and your careers kept you both on opposite sides of the planet which made things even more difficult. But now you were here, seeing each other every day and it was slowly driving him insane having to watch every one of his squad mates flirt with you on the daily. He knew you probably found it hilarious how it got under his skin, he didn’t have the right to say anything about it anymore and that was what frustrated him the most. He’d been the one to break things off, he’d put you both in the position you were in and he couldn’t stand it. But you two had barely spoken since you’d joined the team, and who knows if he even still had a shot in the first place?

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Hard Deck Fridays had become a commonplace for the Dagger Squad and their crew, and tonight was no exception. The bar was packed to capacity, everyone tossing back drinks and toasting to the weekend, congregating by the pool tables near the jukebox while Hangman and Coyote ran the dart board. You finally squeezed your way through the crowd after getting a beer for you and your medic buddy Carrie, grateful that she had claimed a table with Phoenix and a few of the other girls in your group. You all chatted and gossiped over the news of the week and you could finally feel the tension release from your shoulders, it really had been a good idea to get out tonight you hadn’t realized how much you’d needed the girl time.

“Uh oh girls, Rooster’s headed this way”

You all craned your necks to get a good look, there was no denying that Bradley Bradshaw was hot, but he definitely wasn’t your type. He’d made it known more than once that he wasn’t a commitment kinda guy and you were perfectly fine with viewing him as eye candy and letting that be that. But he had his eyes set on you tonight and his heated gaze raking over your body had you feeling some kind of way. “Down girl, it’s been a while but damn you need to get it together” you thought as he made his way over, one night in the sack with Bradshaw wouldn’t be worth the weeks of awkwardness that would be sure to follow and the repercussions were enough to keep him at arms length.

“Evening ladies,” he said with a lopsided grin, sunglasses still perched on his nose despite being indoors, which should have looked stupid but on him it was definitely working.

“Y/n wanna take a walk outside with me for a bit? I’d love a chance to get to know our new medical officer a little better.”

Well he certainly took the direct route, you had to hand it to him. He knew what he wanted and went for it, you could respect that. But as your eyes flicked up to make your response you noticed Bob at the table across from you with Fanboy, eyes boring into yours with a look you knew all too well. That I know what you look like on your knees kind of look, and damn it you were turned on just at the memories of him. So you smiled sweetly at Bradley and politely turned him down, making your way towards the bathrooms with a slight nod of your head in Bob’s direction. He slung back the last of his whiskey and made an excuse to leave the group, no one the wiser at what was transpiring.

In the dark hallway by the restrooms he found you, nervously playing with your bracelet and eyes darting all over as you looked for him. You sighed in relief when you saw him and he reached out for your hand to take you through the back exit into the balmy summer night.

You felt like every nerve was on fire, you’d been avoiding him the past few weeks, afraid to ask how he was or how things had been. What if he was in a relationship? What if he was over you and wasn’t interested anymore? You’d spent way too many nights with your hand hovering over his contact in your phone, way too chicken shit to make the call. But now he was here and holding your hand and you might explode just from the proximity alone. He had bulked up since you’d seen him last, muscles stretching that white tee just right and his hair was lighter from all the days in the California sun. Freckles covered his nose and cheeks and you wondered if they were along his shoulders and back as well, wondered what it’d be like to be in his arms again, in his bed, listening to him sing to you as you fell asleep like he used to. You needed to know if you had a shot, it was right on the tip of your tongue and you couldn’t bury it anymore.

“Robby, uh I know it’s been a while but-“

“I missed you.”

You blinked up at him with shock now, how much time had you wasted the past few weeks avoiding him? Regret flooded you at the realization that you should have had this talk sooner.

“I missed you too.”

He didn’t wait for you to say anything else, crowding you up against the weathered wall of the bar and leaning in to cup your cheeks with his hands. He rubbed his nose along yours and you let out a shaky laugh, he’d always been so good at rendering you speechless, drunk on the smell of his cologne and heat of his body pressed against yours.

“Can I kiss you sweetheart? Wanna make up for all that lost time we wasted.”

You nodded maybe a little too enthusiastically because he huffed out an amused laugh but pulled you impossibly closer, lips molding to yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed. God you’d missed him, no one had ever filled the void he’d left in his wake no matter how hard you’d tried. The two of you a tangled bunch of limbs and tongues in an all too familiar dance that had your hands roaming and bodies grinding into each other, barely aware that you were in a very public space. The bar door flung open and startled you both, Phoenix peeking out into the darkness to find the two of you still pressed together, chests heaving as you gasped for air.

“So I see you two have kissed and made up” she said with a laugh, and Bob hid his face in the crook of your neck, giggles pouring from him which brought on a round of them from yourself. She smiled knowingly and with a wink waved you both off, of course Bob had told her everything about the two of you, it wasn’t a surprise at all in her mind that she would eventually find the two of you like this; it had only been a matter of time. “I like her” you said as you fixed his crooked glasses. “Yeah, she grows on you, like mold” which sent you both into a laughing fit, it felt good to be with him like this again. No more tension between the two of you and it had you craving domesticity with him even more.

“What does this mean?” You whispered up at him, you didn’t know if you could bear it if he didn’t want to start over and the uncertainty in your eyes broke his heart.

“I was stupid, so so stupid. I love you, I never stopped. I won’t screw it up this time baby, I swear it.” He reaches for your hand and sticks his pinky out, knows your affinity for pinky promises and that they are law in your heart. It’s binding, if you two cross this bridge and he makes this promise there’s no going back.

With a shaky breath you link yours with his and blink back the tears that blind your eyes, he really does mean it. He won’t break your heart again.

“Let’s go inside before Phoenix comes back, she’s relentless and it’s time I introduce you to her properly. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He pecks your lips and then helps you fix your hair and dress, leading the way back to your table. To say the group seemed stunned was an understatement, no one but Natasha had known you even knew each other and now here was their quiet WSO with the new girl in his lap kissing her like they’d known each other for ages. Bradley turned to Jake who gave him a flabbergasted look as well, how the hell had Baby on Board managed to snatch you up when they couldn’t even get a second glance from you? Coyote ever the nosy gossip of the group sidled over to the two of you pulling you both from your conversation, Bob giving him an eyebrow raise clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

“Ease up Bob, just curious about how you two kids know each other, you two look awfully cozy.”

You patted Bob’s cheek and smiled, the rumor mill would swirl regardless so why not get ahead of it now? You leaned in to give Bob a quick kiss and then turned all your attention to the group who clearly couldn’t mind their own business, eavesdropping on your conversation and failing miserably at hiding their interest.

“Not that it’s any of your business Lieutenant Machado but Bob and I go way back. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to have my boyfriend take me home and fuck me senseless so if you’ve gotten your answers I’d suggest you find somewhere else to be.” You smiled a saccharine sweet look at him, laced with a bit of venom as you dared anyone to say anything untoward. You knew the guys liked to pick on him and you wouldn’t have it happening on your watch anymore. Coyote gave an incredulous look but got the hint and with a fist bump to Bob made his way back to the group. Everyone else seemed awestruck until you glanced over the room, then they magically all had something else to do or look at that wasn’t the two of you.

Bob and Phoenix choked out a laugh and he squeezed your side, when you looked at him his eyes were hungry, heat pooling in your stomach at the look he gave you. It’d been so long since you’d been together but you would never forget what that look meant and you gasped for air, squeezing your eyes and legs shut at the same time as he leaned in to nuzzle next to your ear.

“Think we should get out of here pretty girl, what’dya say? Time to go home so you can get fucked senseless like you put so eloquently?” He huffs out a laugh, he’d missed your smart mouth and zero tolerance for bullshit.

Your response gets lost in your throat somewhere, but you follow him out of the bar as he waves everyone off, they’ll no doubt have plenty to ask you both on Monday but he didn’t give a shit, you were here and he’d been an absolute fool to let you go. He wouldn’t do it again.

He’d tried to move on countless times over the past few years, if he was honest with himself he looked for you in every woman he dated but no one seemed to fit the bill. You two had kept in contact over the years and he knew you hadn’t settled down either, hope always in the back of his mind that you’d find your way back to each other.

He’d barely made it in the door before he was on you, wrenching your tiny dress over your head to find you in nothing but the tiniest scrap of underwear he’d ever seen. You were grinding your body all over his and whining deep in your throat as he ran his knuckles up against your nipples. Scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, peals of laughter leaving you and he swatted your ass, God he’d missed this. He’d never had this kind of intimacy with anyone else. It was easy, like breathing when the two f you were in bed, always talking and laughing while also rough and dirty, the sex was always hot but the partnership you shared was something neither of you could find anywhere else.

You bounced backward as he plopped you onto his bed, and you were suddenly very aware that he had too many clothes on. You needed him now, there would be plenty of time to talk and take time relearning each others bodies but in this moment you wanted him inside you.

“Robby, please. Please fuck me, need it so badly missed you so much.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, pulling his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the dark. Pants made it just below his ass before he was pulling himself free and sliding into you. You gasped as he manhandled you, grasping his face to lick into his mouth as he slammed back into you with a sharp thrust, you had been soaked the minute you two got in the car and were more than ready to let him have you. It was animalistic the way he was fucking into you, sucking and biting whatever skin he could reach as he grunted praise in your ear, how tight your little wet pussy was and how badly he wanted to mark you up, keep you stuffed full of him every second of every day, needed to fuck you until you couldn’t walk anymore and you clenched down on his cock, it was too much and not enough all at once, you needed him like oxygen, so many nights you’d spent pretending your fingers were his cock but nothing could ever substitute how good Bob could make you feel.

He needed you to cum, his resolve was crumbling but he couldn’t let himself finish without you letting go first, needed to see you come undone and watch that fucked out stupid smile on your face he’d missed so much while he took what he needed from your spent body. He snaked a hand down to your throbbing clit and swiped slow circles to build you up, watched your chest and neck flush as you began to wail and thrash in his arms, pussy pulsing around him and he couldn’t hold it in anymore, biting down on your shoulder as he came hard, painting your walls in his release as you cried and bucked into him, still coming down from your high.

Finally the heaviness in his chest he’d had since you arrived felt bearable, he took a deep breath that he swore he’d been holding for days and appraised his handiwork as you sucked in deep breaths. Your chest was littered in what would be dark hickies before the weekend was through, bite mark on your shoulder would definitely cause some looks but you looked like an angel from the orange glow of the hallway light, and Bob finally felt himself relax.

You giggled into his shoulder as he melted into you, broad heavy body crushing you into the mattress and you felt like you were floating from the afterglow.

“So, is it safe to say we’re back together?” He said with a sheepish grin and you slapped his ass causing him to yelp and rub his stubble into your cheek.

“Might have to keep my options open, apparently I’m a hot commodity these days” you cackled and he pulled back to pin you by the hips to the bed, attacking you with tickles as you kicked and fought his advances. The two of you would spend the whole weekend wrapped up in each other, and Bob would spend every day proving to you he was in this for the long haul.

Monday morning came too soon, and when the time came to change in the locker rooms the guys were treated to baby Bob Floyd covered in hickies and scratch marks, needless to say they didn’t pick on him again about his lack of sexual prowess, and the incessant flirting from Seresin and Bradshaw miraculously stopped. You were Bob’s girl, off limits and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tagging- @attapullman (thank you for clearing the writer’s block a little!)

@bobgasm

@mamachasesmayhem

@roosterforme

@sailor-aviator

@sebsxphia

[asillylittleistik]

do you have any headcanons for alpha karlach with omega tav? or fic ideas? I love her so much🤭

KARLACH MY BELOVEDDDDD

I have so many thoughts on this, I love Karlach so much

Also, you didn't specify if you wanted this to be SFW or not, so I'm gonna play it safe and keep it mostly clean, but if you ever want an NSFW fic or some headcanons, just send in a new request and I can write some for sure

Alpha Karlach With Omega Reader

Okay can I just say that you will never in your life be with someone who is both as lovingly gentle and violently protective as Karlach

I have a headcanon that, since Karlach was sent to Avernus at a fairly young age, and hasn't been out for very long at all, that you are her first relationship

She's heard all the horror stories from you and some other omegas about creepy alphas who only care about hooking up, and will take any opportunity or push any boundary to get what they want

And being one of those creepy alphas is the last thing Karlach wants

So she is so gentle with you, almost as if you were made of porcelain

She's so subservient to your every need that someone who didn't know better might assume you're the alpha

But she just cares about your well-being so much

On the other hand, though, she is extremely cautious that none of those creepy alphas get anywhere near you

If she sees someone checking you out, flirting a little bit, or god forbid trying to take you out anywhere, she's at your side in an instant

She usually doesn't even need to say much, her appearance alone is intimidating enough

A tall, muscular, pissed-off tiefling, covered in battle scars, carrying a great axe on her back, and literally on fire is usually enough to scare creeps off

But for those that don't get the hint, she isn't afraid to get her hands a little dirty

And then she's immediately at your side again, cupping your face and asking if you're okay as if she doesn't have blood dripping off her knuckles

She just cares so much that you never feel objectified or pressured by anyone, especially her

When your first heat comes, she, respectfully, tries to stay as far away as possible

She doesn't want to take advantage of you in such a delicate state

It's not until one day, after a long day of adventuring, she comes back absolutely DEVASTATED to find her stuffed bear, Clive, is nowhere to be seen

It isn't until she makes her way over to your tent that she sees you've made a little nest in there of all the bedrolls and pillows you all have pillaged in your journey

And then she sees you, bare naked, dripping with sweat, and hugging onto Clive like it was your lifeline

And when her eyes meet yours, all you can say is "he smells like you."

You know she can't leave after that.

For a little while, there's this torturous little game you and Karlach have to play

You want to be around her, but just being in the same tent isn't enough. You want to touch her and feel her body all around yours

But Karlach on a normal day is too hot to touch, and horny Karlach? Yeah, she's nearly set the tent on fire a few times now

She makes peace with it, with not being able to touch you, as terrible as it is for both of you

But you guys find a few... workarounds...

But oh man, the day that Dammon fixes Karlach's engine

No amount of pulling the blankets over their ears could help anyone keep the noise out

It isn't until day 3 that Shadowheart finally gets fed up and casts a silence spell over your tent

But Karlach can't help it, it's what an entire life of not even being near an omega does to her

At the end of your heats, when your brains are a little less foggy, she's back to giving you everything you could ever need

Water? Food? Maybe a small healing spell to helping your aching body? She is an aftercare goddess

That's all she cares about, anyway. In her mind, her pleasure is always second to yours

After the tough hand you've been dealt in life, her one goal is to make you feel special and taken care of

And, for someone as new to being in a relationship as Karlach is, she's doing a pretty damn good job at it

[luviemax]

daylight- oneshot

a/n: she demanded a logan fic... and i fear i must #serve... @oldmoney-champagneproblems song inspo

masterlist

word count: 1602

-> logan sargeant x fem!reader, no physical descriptions of reader

warnings: talks about moving, reader having a younger brother, perhaps misrepresentation of sibling relationships?? don't blame me i'm an only child 😔

happy birthday to my pookie n happy new year to everyone!!

You and Logan have known each other for what seems to be an ice age.

It all started when your family had announced a few pieces of bombshell information. 1) Your family would be welcoming a younger sibling to the world, and 2) in lieu of your younger sibling's arrival, you would be moving out of your quaint little apartment which was at the boundaries of town to a 2 story home which was in the suburbs of the city.

Of course, everything new in your life was a bound to be something to get adjusted to. You're, of course, excited to meet your new baby sibling, but you don't want to leave the only home you've ever known. However, your parents reassure you that you're moving to a nice, family neighbourhood with plenty of kids which are your age. That manages to reduce your apprehension, but only slightly.

When you finally arrive to the newly renovated house, you meet your neighbours. There's Mr and Mrs Sargeant, who seem perfectly pleasant, and there's an older brother, Dalton, who seems slightly perculiar but nice enough..? And last but not least, you meet the youngest brother, Logan, who comes tumbling out of the house who gives you an awkward smile and a timid wave.

At first, you don't really think much of Logan. You think that he's pretty shy. Perhaps he's just introverted and takes a while to warm up to people. But then, on the first day of school, he knocks on your door, and the two of you walk to school together. From that day onwards, the two of you were inseperable.

When Logan is eight, his dad begins to bring him to Karting competitions. It seems that he's actually beginning to take this thing seriously. On days where his competitions don't clash with your school, your parents let you follow Logan to his competitions, and you're always the one who cheers the loudest.

When he tells you that he's making the move to Formula 4, you're absolutely elated for him. This is always what he's been aiming for, to move closer to Formula 1, but something seems off. "Logan?" You tentatively ask, trying not to set off any alarms. "Yeah?" He replies, seeming quite preoccupied. "Why don't you seem happy?" You ask, the air of the room abruptly shifiting to become chilly, even slightly cold. "I'm gonna have to travel away from home to compete. That means I won't see you that often."

Of course, you still talk to him. You FaceTime him when you can, when you aren't preoccupied with school, and when he isn't busy flying around the track. But then, he proceeds to progress up to Formula 3, and that entails 2 things: 1) He'll have to travel more for races, and 2) He'll probably have less time for himself and more competition.

So natrually, the two of you begin to drift apart. This isn't something that's premediated by the two of you, because the two of you were like peas in a pod, but then again, you're absolutely swamped with you're classes, and Logan's never been more busy in his life with all of the races he has to compete in.

Of course, when you see the announcement that he's been promoted to Formula 2 in 2020, and naturally, you congratulate him on his progress. But the two of you barely have time to talk. You're just about to start college, and he's busy racing. So it remains like that for a while. You see that he does well in races. You congratulate him, and he always replies graciously. But then again, your friendship feels as if it's been displaced in favour of your academics, and his career.

You're in University when you see that he's moving to Formula 1 for 2023. Usually, you'd just drop him the obligatory congratulatory text, but this seems bigger than that. He's moving to Formula 1. So you call him, in between your classes. When you press the call button, he picks up within three rings. "Hello?" His voice, although familiar, sounds much deeper than it once was. Yet, it still warms your soul like nothing else could. "Logan." You breathe out, grinning at the easy familiarity the two of you could fall into at the snap of a finger. "Y/N." You can hear his smile over the phone. "You're in the big leagues now, huh?" You throw yourself on your dorm's bed, looking at the ceiling while chatting with him. "Yeah. It's pretty crazy." He laughs, seeming to be in slight disbelief himself. "Red, white and blue baby!" You exclaim, making him chuckle, "Don't forget about your girl back home, though." "Never," he laughs, "I could never forget about you."

You don't really talk to him after that phone call. Of course, you drop the occasional text, which he's always eager to reply to, but your assignments are pratically eating you alive. Just a little while longer, you tell yourself, just until the Summer break, when you can go home, and enjoy cooling swims in the backyard of your parent's house and return to the people who you love most. Of course, you're absolutely elated to see your parents again, as well as your younger sibling, who happens to be an absolute joy to be around, and Mr and Mrs Sargeant too, who are always so pleasurable to be around, (truthfully, you're not too fond of Dalton. Throughout the years, you've had to tactfully avoid Dalton's passes at you, but hey, who knows about this year?) but a part of you yearns to see Logan again. It's been too long since you've seen him, and actually spent time with him, and you've checked, his Summer break perfectly aligns with yours, so who knows?

You arrive back home, suitcases in hand. Your mother warmly embraces you, and your father greets you with a kiss on the cheek. Your younger brother bolts down the stairs at your arrival, and practically throws himself at you. You're equally as overjoyed to be seeing him after such a long time.

Just as you've finally settled down in your old childhood bedroom, you decide to peer out the window, facing the driveway. There, you see in unmistakable figure of Logan Sargeant. Your heart begins to race, and you practically swear that you're travelling at the same speeds as a Formula car. At first, you don't make your presence known behind him. You just sneak up behind him as he chats with his mother on the driveway, and hold a singular finger up to your lips as a signal to her to keep quiet. She only gives you a knowing smile. But then again, you get kinda tired of waiting around. You tickle him. He lets out a scandalised gasp, and he snaps around to face you, and instantly, you're hit with a barrage of tickles. You laugh until your face is red, your cheeks begin to hurt, and tears leak from your eyes. Then, when he's finally done with his vicious attack against you, he embraces you in a hug, in the warmest hug you've ever known.

You decide to give Dalton a chance. Yeah, maybe he comes off as a little weird at times, but he seems nice enough, so the two of you go out for dinner. Does Logan seem slightly disapproving at the prospect of his brother and his best friend that he's loved since he was six going out? Maybe. But you don't know that. You don't need to know that.

So begrudgingly, Logan let's the two of you go out to dinner together.

Put nicely, you had a shit time at dinner.

You thought maybe, just maybe, after so many failed romances and poor dates that you would've had a chance with someone who was more familiar, and didn't come from a random lecture or a shitty dating app. But no. This was even worse. Dalton won't stop going on and on about the ex he can't get over. Rebecca, or something like that. Then what was the point of even brining me on a date then? You bitterly muse to yourself, gradually learning how 'hmm...' at the right times and tune him out. At one point, he even had the audacity to compare you with her. 'You know, Rebecca was more chatty. You don't talk a lot, do you?" Dalton asks, slight sass in his voice. "No, I do talk. Just about the things I like." You mumble, stabbing into your food.

At the end of the night, you're beyond emotionally spent. You plop onto the bed, and just start sobbing. Not because of the date, which was pretty bad, but just because you begin to wonder, am I really that bad? But just as you begin to expand on the matter, you hear three familiar knocks on your door. This was the secret knock you and Logan used to use when you wanted to see each other, and frankly, you're astounded that he still remembers. "Come in." You wince at the hoarseness of your voice. "Baby," he pratically coos when he sees that your eyes are red and swollen, "Come here," He opens his arms, and you practically fall into his chest. The gentle circles he's rubbing on your back soothes you, "That bad, huh?" He chuckles, wiping away the stray tears on your face. "I could treat you miles better, you know that?" "Do you know what a kilometre is?" You tease, which ellicits a laugh from him. "No, but I'd be willing to learn for you."

[wndaswife]

Please please make a drabble about Taylor Sloane being denied to cum by reader because she's been bratty all day 🥺

「 taylor sloane & gn!reader 」

tags: smut, fluff, fingering, edging, praise, daddy kink, sub!taylor sloane, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 1848

summary: Taylor snaps at you for trying to get her to feel sorry for how she treated the waiter at the restaurant you ate at together, and instead of letting her cool off, you decide to teach her a quick lesson.

“Yeah, this wasn’t what we ordered,” Taylor bit at the waiter, looking up at him with an unamused expression. 

He turned back to your table and flipped through his notepad. “The… the shrimp fettuccine alfredo?” he read out loud, looking up at Taylor.

“I’m allergic to shrimp,” she said, pushing her plate towards him. “I wouldn’t have ordered that.”

You rested your forehead in your hand then looked out past the open balcony of the restaurant.

“I apologise for the misunderstanding,” the waiter apologised quickly. “Would you like me to take this away for you and come back with something else?”

Dismissively, Taylor replied, “Get the shrimp out of it. I want a new one.”

You heard the waiter take the plate from the table and scurry off.

“Can you believe that?” your girlfriend scoffed with the waiter still in earshot. 

“It was a mistake,” you said, straightening and looking down at your bruschetta.

Taylor adjusted the fork and wine glass on her side of the table as if cleaning up the restaurant’s poor presentation. “After hearing the good reviews of these guys, you’d think they’d at least be someplace that pays attention to their orders,” she complained.

Ignoring her continued whining, you picked up a piece of bruschetta. 

“Can I have a bite?” Taylor asked, leaning forward in her seat and smiling at you. 

You positioned the bruschetta forward in front of her mouth and she stuck her hand underneath it to catch its crumbs before taking a bite. She hummed satisfiedly as she chewed.

“That’s really fucking good,” she said when she swallowed. 

“Gonna post a positive review on your Instagram?”

She answered with a laugh, “No. They still got my order wrong.”

Now feeling irritated by her snarkiness, you said, “Taylor, it was an accident, Jesus. It’s still a perfectly fine restaurant.”

“When you have standing like I do on social media, then you’ll realise how important it is that I recommend actual good restaurants to my followers,” she replied, leaning back in her seat and looking over at the restaurant’s kitchen. 

Taylor had good intentions, truly, she did. That knowledge was what kept your head together when she acted out like she did at the restaurant. Here and there, you’d bring certain situations up again at home or somewhere private, expressing how she’d made you uncomfortable. She was mostly understanding and mostly apologetic. 

But not today.

“I didn’t love how you were behaving at the restaurant earlier,” you told her, setting down the house keys. 

Sometimes it helped to be honest with her. You’d discussed this together before, previously setting boundaries about each other’s comfort and prioritising honesty. 

Taylor scoffed and set her boots off to the side. “Behaving?” she jeered. “What am I, a child?”

“Are you?” you asked, following her into the living room where she sat down on the couch. “Because that’s how you were acting.”

She leaned forward, her hands on her knees. “Sure, okay, Y/N, then let’s just let them get away with having shitty customer service,” she retorted sarcastically, rolling her eyes and leaning back onto the couch. 

You sat down beside her and turned on the television. “I don’t know what the big deal is,” you told her.

Taylor sat up on the couch, straightening her back and leaning forward with her arms thrown up in the air. “It’s not a big deal!” she said. “You’re making it a big deal. It’s a fucking restaurant.” She slumped back down onto the couch and crossed her arms petulantly.

For a moment you considered just letting her cool off and find it in her to apologise at some point. She would have to apologise for being a bitch sooner or later, because it truly wasn’t acceptable for her to treat those people the way she did simply because they misheard her order.

You looked over your shoulder to her and she was practically pouting, looking over at the window with her arms still crossed.

Then an idea came to you.

You set the remote down, letting some movie the two of you had been watching before you left for the restaurant play in the background. You moved close to her, placing a hand on her knee.

“Come on, Taylor, you know I don’t like to argue,” you said. “I don’t wanna see you all pouty.”

That made her more upset and she pushed your hand away while protesting, “I’m not pouty!”

“Okay, fine. You’re not pouty,” you gave in. “But I know you’re upset.” You moved closer so you could wrap your arm around her shoulders, bringing her in for a hug.

She looked away from you stubbornly.

You coerced, “Don’t be so childish. Tay, come on.”

“I’m not,” she answered.

“Prove it. Give me a kiss to show you’re not being a brat about it.”

While considering your words for a while, Taylor didn’t respond. Then finally she turned her head back to you and pecked your lips. 

“There,” she bit. “Are you happy n-”

You wrapped your hand around her chin suddenly, keeping her face towards you as you continued to kiss her. With your free hand, you pulled her legs towards you so she was no longer balled up on the side of the couch. You carefully mounted her. 

Her protests were muffled against your lips as she pushed at your shoulders and tried kicking you off. Your lips found her neck and Taylor’s squirming ceased. She pressed her lips together tightly and tried her hardest not to show any indication of pleasure. 

But as you looked up at her from the soft slope between her shoulder and neck, you saw the way her eyes were shut tightly and felt the way her hand began to run up your back encouragingly.

Spoiling her a bit more, you groped her breast through her blouse, pulling the collar of it down slightly to slip your hand down beyond her bra, your fingers brushing against her nipple that hardened at your brief contact.

She shuddered beneath you and finally uttered out a quiet, “Y/N, please, more.”

“You want more, baby?” you asked, kissed her cheek.

Your girlfriend nodded quickly and her arms wrapped themselves around your torso. 

Quick to oblige, your free hand ran down her stomach while you met her soft lips with your own, feeling her moan and exhale against you as you undid her shorts and slipped your hand into her panties. 

Your fingers came into contact with her already-wet cunt and you ran your fingertips through her folds languidly. 

“Oh, my pretty girl, this is all for me now, is it?” you inquired, giving her breast a harsh squeeze. Her body arched from the couch and with her hands flattened against your upper back, she pulled you against her so she could feel you close.

“Mhm,” she answered. “Always for you, Y/N.”

You kissed her lips and took her bottom lip between your teeth, tugging at it teasingly before letting go and pressing your lips to her temple. You drew circles against her opening with the pads of two fingers then after a moment, you slid three digits into her.

Taylor moaned and she buried her face in your neck. 

“That’s my good girl,” you praised and felt her clench around your fingers at hearing your words. 

Your thumb began flicking at her clit as your fingers found a pace to fuck her with. The confines of her jean shorts only allowed you to pull out so much, so you supplemented and thrusted your fingers back in with a certain force you knew she liked.

She began to massage her own breast while you worked on the other, clumsily pulling down her bra and collar of her sundress underneath her tits to allow her to tug at her nipple. 

You parted your fingers inside of her, spreading her soft walls apart. You peppered her neck in kisses, moaning against her skin and letting her hear how much you loved she way she felt, how much you loved fucking her pussy. 

“I’m close, daddy, please,” she pleaded, running her fingernails down your clothed back in desperation.

You lifted your head and released her breast to cup her cheek, making her face you. You kissed her swollen pink lips now removed of her lipstick and spoke against them, “I want to see you come for me, baby.”

Taylor was a wonderful lover in bed, simply because anything she refused to tell you you’d always be able to map out with her body. Oh, and how you loved shaping her with your hands, uncovering her secrets with her body and communicating in a language only the two of you knew.

You felt her as she grew close to her orgasm; she hugged you tighter, her breath hitched and nearly caught in her throat, her walls clenched around your fingers, she lifted her hips up and chased that flicking of your thumb against her clit.

You pulled out of her within a blink of an eye, leaving her to pant and catch her breath, feeling the way her heart beat wildly in her chest and the way sweat dripped down the back of her neck. Finding that it would’ve been cruel to laugh at her confused expression, you repressed your laughter and simply kissed her forehead as you pulled her bra and sundress back up and buttoned her shorts.

She stuttered as she sat up, “N-No, but I-I wasn’t… I didn’t-”

“I know,” you answered simply then pecked her lips. You slid your fingers into your mouth, tasting her juices and sitting back down in your previous spot. 

“Better than the bruschetta, really,” you teased once you licked the last bit of her from your fingers.

But Taylor wasn’t even listening to the joke she certainly would’ve playfully kicked you for. She sat up onto her knees and leaned against you, tugging at your sleeve and arm.

“Please! Please, Y/N!” she begged.

But you just replayed the last fifteen minutes of the movie, seemingly having moved on.

“Please, I apologise, okay?” she supplemented desperately. “I’m sorry for being such a bitch at the restaurant. I’ll… I’ll write them a good review on my Instagram, even. Y/N, please!”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter and you looked over at her, trying to pull your arm away. But she had a pretty tight grip on it. “Taylor, oh my god,” you laughed.

“Please!”

Meeting her eyes, you saw the genuine remorse for her actions somewhere past her crazed libido. Not that you were surprised, because like you’d always known, Taylor did have good intentions despite her habit of being a bit of a brat.

Damn.

She had you wrapped around her finger.

Seriously.

You placed your hands on her hips and lifted her onto your lap, uttering a playfully begrudged, “Fine.”

Taylor cheered and hugged her arms around your neck, kissing your face all over. 

“Oka-ay,” you whined. “Arms up. I gotta take your dress off.”

She obeyed quickly, but not before pecking your lips again.

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[babyspacekwid]

Astrology Observations and Advice ✨ (TW talks of ED)

From a non professional astrologer who has no idea wtf she’s posting half the time 💕

Chiron 4th house in Capricorn, Your dad may be very hard on you, like a perfectionist dad. Could have also been abusive. Could be the type to comment on your shortcomings. Remember that you are enough as it is, don’t be so hard on yourself, treat yourself as you would a friend. With compassion and kindness. Its okay to make mistakes in life. It’s common to have daddy issues with this placement, so try not to let that affect your love life, this is a personal placement of mine😜 rlly into toxic men, but they ain’t good for me, so let us be aware of that. Don’t take life too seriously, do the serious shit without being too serious about it. Idk if that makes sense but for example, let’s say u got a math test, do the math test seriously, like study and shit but don’t let the stress of it consume you because it rlly ain’t that serious.

Aries moon, especially men y’all’s temper is unregulated af. Ive seen y’all snap at stuff that energy shouldn’t be wasted on, y’all are one of the most emotionally reactive signs I have ever met. Like a ticking time bomb. This moon sign might have experienced a mother figure that was harsh and emotionally neglectful. Very hard on you, wasn’t that nurturing when raising you. The type of mom to tell you to get up and wipe the dust off when you fall and scrape your knee as a kid. y’all gotta delve into those emotions in a healthier manner. Therapy and journaling could be very beneficial. Go to one of those rage rooms where ppl break shit, I feel like y’all would go all out. There’s definitely some pent up anger. This goes for Scorpio moons too, y’all is more internal though, got some deep dark thoughts and intense internal feelings that could easily overwhelm which is why downtime is needed.

Speaking of some Scorpio moons I have met, don’t let your trust issues fuck things up. This a hard placement, y’all feel things so deeply, but just cause one person backstabbed you don’t mean everyone will. Open up to people, trial and error and you’ll find that person. Obviously set boundaries and don’t just trauma dump on everyone you meet, but don’t build an invisible wall as soon as you meet someone. Not everyone is out to get you.

(TW) Taurus risings I’ve met have dealt with some type of eating disorder. Could have had family members or people comment on their weight as a child or just got rlly influenced by the negative parts of social media. Every taurus rising I’ve met has dealt with body issues, y’all are actually so beautiful though, and I’m sorry you don’t hear it often,no matter the size. You guys are also so photogenic, like maybe I’m just the type of person that sees human beings as cute in general but istg y’all could be making the ugliest of faces and I’d still think it’s charming 😭 my best advice would be to stop comparing yourselves, and to learn unconditional love towards your body at every stage it’s at. We’re gonna be 60 and wrinkly anyways, might as well enjoy what it can do for you now!

I have this friend who’s a Capricorn sun and moon, and as a Gemini sun and moon myself I feel so similar to her in like every aspect. Idk if it’s because we’re both born on a new moon, but anyways, this girl needs to learn to open up😭 like hun I wanna be your shoulder to cry on, don’t get me wrong she will vent, and spill the tea, but when the waterworks come out she’d rather isolate. I’m just like naurrrrrr, come back. I might not be comfortable with tears and shit but il awkwardly pat your back and listen to you. Either way y’all don’t be afraid to be vulnerable, you aren’t a burden and you can’t deal with it yourself. Stop trynna convince yourself that you can. Humans are social creatures and our primal instinct is to receive and give love. M

ANYWHOOOO y’all I rlly ain’t that knowledgeable about this shit, I’m rlly going off my friend’s placements (and mine). I am studying astrology tho so maybe one day 🤠 but I got the memory of a goldfish so it might take a while, I appreciate everyone who’s been liking my posts though THANK YOU💕💕💕💕

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Wait Till I Get Home

Requested by Anon: Could you do a fic where the reader teases beau by sending sexy pictures while he is at work and says whatcha gonna do about it now lol and he shows her how it’s going to be please

I hope this is ok for you 😊

(Beau Arlen x You)

Y/n gets bored whilst Beau is at work, that is until she decides to send some not so innocent texts to Beau 😜

Warnings: contains smut 🔥 and fluff 🥰

Minors DO NOT INTERACT‼️🔞

Y/n stared at the clock, bored out of her mind as she lounged on the couch. Beau was at work, and she had the whole house to herself. A mischievous grin crept across her face as an idea formed in her mind. Why not have a bit of fun and spice up Beau's day at work?

She quickly got up and headed to the bedroom. After a few minutes of rummaging through her wardrobe, she found the perfect outfit - a sultry black lace lingerie set that she knew Beau would love. Y/n pulled out her phone, set the timer, and struck a pose in front of the mirror. Click. The first saucy photo was taken. She changed her pose Click, the second picture was taken. Y/n carried on till she had a decent amount of photos to send and tease Beau with.

She scrolled through the photos, selecting the ones that she deemed the steamiest. With each click, her confidence grew, and she felt exhilarated by the idea of surprising Beau with these daring photos. Y/n knew she was pushing the boundaries a bit, but she also knew that Beau wouldn't be able to resist.

After selecting the best shots, Y/n attached them to a message for Beau. She added a teasing caption to accompany the photos and hit send. As soon as the messages were delivered, Y/n felt a rush of excitement and nerves. She couldn't wait to see Beau's reaction.

Meanwhile, Beau sat at his desk, buried in work. His phone buzzed, indicating a new message. Curious, he picked it up and unlocked the screen. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the photos that Y/n had sent. Beau's heart raced, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

He quickly composed himself, realizing that he couldn't let Y/n have all the fun. Without missing a beat, Beau typed out a reply, matching Y/n's boldness with his own saucy message. The playful banter between them escalated, each message more daring than the last.

As the day went on, the exchange between Y/n and Beau became hotter and hotter. His last message sent a shiver down her spine "Wait till I get home darlin'! 😏"

By the time Beau arrived home, the tension between them was palpable. Y/n was there waiting for him, still wearing the black lace underwear from the photos she sent him.

"Wow, what's gotten into you?" Beau asked, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. Y/n simply shrugged innocently, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. But the sly glint in her eyes betrayed her.

Unable to resist any longer, Beau closed the distance between them and pulled Y/n into a heated kiss. The spark between them ignited, fuelled by the anticipation and desire that had been building all day. Y/n's plan had worked perfectly. Beau couldn't keep his hands off her, his touch setting her skin on fire.

Beau pulled away from the kiss only to fling Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n let out a small yelp "Beau, put me down" he slapped her ass making her yelp again. "oh no darlin, i told you you were going to pay for sending those photos". Beau dropped her at the foot of the bed, slowly removing his jacket that he had yet to take off. A nervous feeling was rising in y/n stomach. she had never seen Beau like this before, the lust in his eyes, the darkness that took over him.

He dropped down to his knees in front of her, his hands slowly creeping up her thighs with feather light touches. Her skin trembling with anticipation. He looked at her with complete dominance "I need you to lay down for me sweetheart" he said in that deep husky voice that drove her wild. She did as she was told, moving further up the bed to get comfortable. Beau painfully ran his hands up her thighs to pull at her now soaked panties "damn darlin, your soaked already, I've barely touched you". He pulled them down her legs as he stared at her dripping core.

The light kisses he was leaving on her thighs was making her squirm already. She was getting nervous and excited at the same time. Her hands fisted the sheets as he made contact with her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking. Her head falling back further into the pillow as the sensation of his actions took over. Her moans spurring him on, he inserted a finger. Her gasp telling him he had found the right spot, he inserted another finger curling it upwards. Beau wasn't wasting any time, she has plagued him all day with those pictures. He could feel her walls starting to pulsate around his fingers, an evil thought came to his mind.

Just as she was about to climax he stopped. Y/n looked up in shock. Beau had never denied her before. "Thats for teasing me with those saucy photos y/n, I told you I'd make you pay" he said as he looked at her with the biggest smirk on his face. Y/n sat up in a huff, all riled up. Beau couldn't keep a straight face "don't worry sweetheart, the nights not over yet". The blush that crept up y/n cheeks was undeniable.

Beau stripped out of his trousers and shirt. Y/n sat up on the bed admiring the man she fell in love with. He approached her caressing her cheek lightly "your so god damn beautiful". She could never get use to him complimenting her.

He kissed her deeply as he pushed her down, caging her underneath him. He had shimmied his boxers of as he kissed her. "you know I wanted to punish you for making me blush at work, but I just can't do it. I wanna take my time with you, savour every touch, every kiss, your beautiful moans" with that said he sheathed himself inside her. Her eyes rolling at the feeling of him filling her completely.

He got lost in the way he felt against her warmth, the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way he could tell she was getting close. With each delicious drag in and out of her, Beau thought he had died and gone to heaven. "Beau, go faster, please" she asked him. He crashed his lips onto hers as he picked up the pace, both of them becoming breathless. Her walls pulsating, his cock was throbbing. He knew she was close but it felt like she was holding back "come for me darlin" she placed a hand on his cheek "together" she replied.

They came hard, and together. Beau couldn't quite believe it happened. It was the most euphoric feeling he had ever had. He collapsed to the side of y/n, both trying to get their breathing under control.

As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Boredom had turned into excitement, and she knew that their love was as fiery and intense as ever. "I love you Sheriff Beau Arlen" he grasped her hand bringing it to his lips "I love you Y/n L/n, Always".

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Nah turns out she's my best friend though.

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Hey apparently I need to update people on my boundaries. So. Here is a list of what's okay:

Hugging

Kissing me

Kissing me directly on the lips

👀

Parasocial relationships where you praise me constantly <3

And this is NOT okay

Hunting me for my blood to revive the prince of darkness

Ignoring me

Thank you, that's really all, I'm kinda sad that this has to be said but clarity is wisdom and all.

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[fluentmoviequoter]

It's Your Life, But Let Me In

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: You overhear Chris and Molly giving Street a hard time and ignoring his boundaries. When you encourage him to make his own decisions and remind him that you are with him, he realizes how different you are.

Warnings: spoilers for and dialogue from S.W.A.T. 4x7 "Under Fire", angst to fluff, Chris and Molly, love confession, kissing

Word Count: 3.8k+ words

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“Luca needs to get back from Germany,” you bemoan. “I’m starving.”

“There’s this crazy new thing called cooking for yourself. You should try it sometime,” Hondo replies with a smile.

“I have tried and it’s not the same.”

Hondo rolls his eyes and pats your shoulder as Lieutenant Lynch enters S.W.A.T. HQ.

“What are you doing here so early?” she asks you.

“Nothing better to do.”

“Wow. Thanks for that,” Hondo interjects. “I’m not going to let you visit Street anymore if you’re going to treat me like this.”

“You should blame yourself for sending Luca away. I’m irritable because I’m hungry.”

 ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Across town, Street is facing a similar problem of being hungry in Luca’s absence. He’s taken a different approach: less complaining and more cooking for himself and Molly.

“Maybe not as tasty as Luca’s special breakfast burritos, but, uh, as long as he’s in Germany, it’s gonna have to do.” He sees the time and adds, “I’m running late. Would you mind plating these? I’ll be right back.”

“Plating?” Molly repeats. “Think maybe we need to stop binging those cooking shows.”

As she moves the food from the pan onto the prepared plates, three plates she notices but doesn’t stop to wonder why, Jim’s phone begins vibrating on the table.

“Babe, your phone!” Molly calls. When she doesn’t receive a reply, she looks at the caller ID: State Prison Lancaster. “I think it’s your mom!” she adds.

After two more vibrations, she answers and says, “Jim Street’s phone.”

“This is a collect call from state prison inmate Karen Street. Will you accept the charges?” an automated voice asks.

“Yes.” When the line connects, Molly begins, “Mrs. Street, my name is Molly. I’m Jim’s girlfriend.”

While Molly answers his phone, Street gathers his things and thinks of you. You’re supposed to stop by the station this morning to visit, and he’s planning to take you some food because he knows you miss Luca’s incredible meals as much as he does. Upon returning from the bedroom, he sees Molly on the phone and asks, “Is that my phone?”

“Yes,” Molly answers, covering the microphone. “Just a sec, Mrs. Street. Here’s Jim.”

Street takes the phone and ends the call before sliding it into his pocket. He returns to the kitchen and shakes his head at his mom’s antics.

“Jim, what are you doing?” Molly asks. “That was your mom.”

“Yeah, I know. Why would you answer that?” Street replies.

“What if it was an emergency? Which it was. She’s really sick. Says they’ve got her at the prison infirmary.”

“She’s fine.”

“She didn’t sound fine.”

“I promise you it’s just another one of her scams to suck me back into her life.”

“If you’d talked to her, we’d know for sure, wouldn’t we?”

“There’s a reason that I never mention my mother to you. I’m done with her. She’s out of my life. I don’t want her anywhere near me, and I definitely don’t want you anywhere near her. Believe me, it’s for your own good.”

Molly stands in her place, unable to see where Street is coming from. She doesn’t understand why he is so comfortable leaving his mother alone, especially when she calls to tell him she’s not doing well.

“You know,” Molly says after a moment, “I’m going to be late. I’ll grab breakfast at work.”

“Molly,” Street calls after her. “Just wait a second, Molly.”

He sighs as the door closes behind her and sets the empty pan to the side. Street has never been great at relationships, but after Molly ignores his reasons and wishes, he’s not sure she is the woman worth fighting for, anyway.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

“Good morning,” Deacon says as he looks over your shoulder.

You turn quickly and smile when you see Street walking toward you. He extends a covered bowl of food, and you gasp excitedly before thanking him. His close-lipped smile immediately clues you into the fact that something is wrong.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

“Yeah, I’m good. Enjoy the food.”

You nod and thank him again before he walks away with his team. After their morning meeting, you hope to spend a few more minutes with Street and get to the bottom of whatever bothers him. Years of friendship have brought you incredibly close to him, and you want him to know that you support him, no matter what he is going through. However, you also know that he is with Molly, so you respect that boundary, too. While you want to hug him, hold him tight, and promise that everything will be okay, that isn’t your place. Until he invites you in, you are happy being an onlooker in Street’s life.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

“You made breakfast,” Chris muses as she shakes her head. “Guess that means Molly stayed over.”

“How’s that going?” Deacon asks. “You planning to settle down sometime soon?”

Street inhales before he shrugs. “I guess we’ll see how it works out.”

“Hey,” Hondo calls as he gestures for Street to hang back and talk to him. Once the rest of the team is out of earshot, Hondo says, “I haven’t heard much about your personal life recently. Your mom’s not still giving you trouble, is she?”

While you look for Street to thank him for the delicious breakfast, you accidentally stumble upon him talking to Hondo about his mom. You stop in a nearby hallway, and prepare to turn around to let Street finish his conversation privately. He tells you a lot about his life, and though you don’t know how big that is for him, you think you probably already know what he’s going to say: he has everything under control, even if he doesn’t, because he has trouble asking for help.

“I got it all handled," Street answers as expected.

“That’s not an answer. Talk to me,” Hondo replies.

“She tried to call me this morning from prison. Molly answered, she didn’t know any better.”

On that note, you do turn and walk away. Molly is not your friend, Street is, so now that the conversation has shifted, you feel wrong about eavesdropping further.

“That doesn’t sound handled. Your mom still locked up?”

“Yeah. Violating parole should’ve been just a year, max, but she’s still there, so it can only mean she’s still screwing up.”

“You don’t talk to her?”

“No. I mean, I did, early on a couple times. But it’s always the same old BS with her… How she’s a victim, how the C.O.s or the other prisoners aren’t treating her right. Nothing’s ever her fault.”

“She’s still blaming you for being there?”

“Probably. She was never exactly the forgiving type.”

“All right, look, kid. I’ve always tried to have your back where your mom’s concerned. Now, we banged heads over it early on, but when it comes down to it, you got to do what’s in your heart.”

Street nods, but lately, what his heart wants goes against what everyone around him thinks is right.

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“C’mon,” Chris says, “I have to do the boring part of the job and I could use some company.”

You nod and follow her into the kitchen and dining area of S.W.A.T. HQ. Technically, you were supposed to leave a while ago, but you’re still worried about Street and want to stay close in case he needs a friend. Yes, his teammates are also his friends, but since you don’t work with him daily, it is easier for him to open up to you. Or, at least, that’s the reason as you see it.

Chris gives you a few directions so you can help her and make the project go twice as fast. You work side-by-side and talk about your plans for the weekend. Even though you aren’t on the team, Street’s teammates always make you feel like part of the family when you stop by.

“So, any big weekend plans to tell Street how you actually feel?” Chris asks.

Luckily, the door opens before you can reply.

“Oh, hey,” Street says when he enters. 

He smiles and asks what you’re still doing here, but you don’t get to answer before Molly walks in.

“Molly, what’s up?” Street asks.

You return your attention to your task, and you and Chris speed up to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

“I know you’re busy, but I called the prison to check on your mom.”

Once you hear that Molly crossed such a clear boundary, you freeze momentarily before growing desperate to escape this conversation.

“You did what?” Street demands.

“She wasn’t lying, Jim. I talked to a doctor, it’s something with her liver. They’re transferring her to a hospital for tests. It’s bad.”

“I told you, I want nothing to do with her. You know our history. Her- her drug abuse, alcohol, violence.”

“Every one of those things is consistent with her being abused,” Molly argues.

“Do not go making her a victim.”

You finish what you’re working on and look at Chris. She picks everything up and points hurriedly at the door. A tiny part of you wants to hear where this is going, but you and Street are too close to throw away your relationship over something he will tell you when he’s ready.

“Well, that was…” you begin as you walk into the hallway.

“It’s going to be a long day,” Chris sighs.

“Not what I was thinking,” you murmur.

You look back over your shoulder at the door and wish you could go in and encourage him to do whatever he wants, whatever he thinks is right. But Molly is in there, and you trust Street will always do the right thing no matter what she says.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Street watches you leave and wants to follow you, but Molly continues arguing.

“Babe, your mom is a victim. I deal with women like your mother all the time, their lives destroyed by the trauma of being abused and never getting help. Twenty years ago, she needed treatment, and all she’s had is a life of black eyes and incarceration.”

“This is my fault for having her locked up again?” Street questions.

“No. But, Jim, this is the woman who gave birth to you.”

“And dragged me through hell every day since. She betrayed me, she lied to me, she stole from me, she almost cost me my career at S.W.A.T. I can’t believe you’re taking her side on this.”

“I’m not taking sides.”

“Don’t you think maybe you should be? You know what? I can’t do this right now. I’m at work, okay? I just…” Street turns and walks toward the door as he finishes, “Can’t do this.”

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You leave the station soon after Street returns from his conversation with Molly. You plan to visit again when he gets off and remind him that you’re here for him, but he is at work and has more important things to focus on than his mom, girlfriend, or you. There’s a brief moment where you consider calling Luca and asking him to talk to Street. You decide against it because Jim probably doesn’t need anyone else in his business right now.

When you arrive at the station, Deacon sees you in the parking lot and insists you go inside. He noticed Street’s off attitude, too, and thinks you're the cure.

“Are you sure?” you ask quietly.

“He needs a friend. That’s you.”

You nod and walk into HQ. Street isn’t around, so you sit beside the locker room and are soon unintentionally eavesdropping for the third time today.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

At the end of the shift, after a long day of saving firefighters and finding a shooter, Chris and Street are in the locker room and preparing to leave. Street wants to go home, maybe call you, and then enjoy some alone time without anyone asking him what he is going to do, or worse, tell him what he should do.

“You figured out how you’re gonna make it right to Molly yet?” Chris asks.

“How I’m gonna make it right? I’m not the one who needs to apologize," Street replies.

“We got out of there as fast as we could, but I heard enough to know, you… You’ve got some fences to mend.”

“You also heard how she totally went behind my back with my mom.”

“Her motive being, what? Compassion? Giving a crap about women who’ve had a messed-up life?”

You pull your phone from your pocket and press Street’s number. He doesn’t answer, and you frown before standing. You don’t want to hear more than you have to, so you walk to the parking lot and wait beside Street’s bike. He exits the building alone and is clearly in no mood to talk, but you must ensure he knows that Molly and Chris are wrong. They have no say in his personal life and are never willing to be there for him.

“Hi,” you greet. “I know you’ve had a crazy day and you’re ready to get home, but I need to say something first.”

“Let me guess,” he begins defensively. “You’re going to tell me that I should go see my mom or apologize to Molly. Why not make it better and say both?”

You fight down a smile at his response. At least he hasn’t lost his personality in the day he’s had.

“Actually,” you reply, “I was going to tell you that Chris and Molly overstepped. None of these decisions are theirs, and, in the end, it’s your choice. Because your life is the one being most affected. I just thought you could use a reminder that no one gets to make these calls for you. It’s your life, Street. I, for one, am with you no matter what you decide to do.”

“What if I make the wrong decision?” he whispers. Every trace of defensiveness is gone in his clear doubt about the choices he faces.

“Then you’ll find a way to learn from it. I don’t think there is a wrong decision here; unless, of course, it’s not yours.”

“I really don’t want to talk to my mom.”

“Then don’t. You know you and you know her, so you know what is best for you and your relationship with her. If that’s no relationship, that’s your choice.”

“I don’t know.”

“But you will,” you promise. “You’ll make the best decision for the right reasons. You choose for you, not for anyone else, okay?”

Street nods slowly, and you wish him goodnight before you turn toward your car. Suddenly, you remember he is facing one more decision and spin to face him.

“One more thing, Street. You didn’t do anything wrong, you just stood up for yourself, so don’t apologize unless you think you need to. Don’t let anyone that’s not in your relationship into your relationship.”

“Thank you,” he calls after you.

You don’t see Street’s smile return as you enter your car, but your statements help him more than you thought they would.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

When Street texts Molly and asks her to come over, he fully expects her to say no, so when she knocks on the door a few minutes later, he’s surprised.

“Thanks for coming,” he says as he invites her in. “I wasn’t sure you would after today.”

“I’m here, so…” Molly begins. She trails off and waits for Jim to do something.

There’s an apology somewhere inside Street, where he says he was a jerk and makes excuses for his actions. However, your words are fresh in his mind, and he decides not to apologize. As he looks at Molly and compares what she said and did today to your words and actions, Street realizes something.

Whenever he thinks of taking the next step with Molly or one of the guys asks where he sees the relationship going, he can’t get past this point. Hondo joked that it was his inner playboy, but Street sees now that the issue was never him or a fear of commitment. It was Molly the whole time. 

Since the beginning, Street knew that Molly wasn’t the right one, but he’s finally ready to admit it. Molly was never really there for him, never listened to him – still doesn’t, Street thinks – and she has never been respectful or careful of his boundaries. 

“You may be expecting an apology,” Street says, “but I don’t think I need to give you one. I asked you to leave it alone, and you didn’t. I know you mean well, Molly, but I can’t keep doing this if you’re just going to go behind my back and ignore everything I say.”

“She’s your mother!” Molly argues. “You still have time to fix things with her.”

“That’s just it, though. I’m- I’m not sure I want to. Listen, Molly, I know that you lost your mother, and how devastating that was for you, but it’s not the same situation for me.”

Street’s mind drifts to you. He remembers what you said earlier and realizes it has always been you. You are the only person in his life who has always been with him, listened to him, supported him, and respected his feelings. You respect him and his boundaries no matter what. Unlike Chris and Molly, you’ve never tried to decide for him or make him see your reasoning, but you’ve been there to talk or listen when he needs it.

“Molly, look. I love you; I do. But not in the way that you deserve to be loved, or that I need to love whoever I spend my life with,” Street explains. “You will always be special to me, but I have to make my own choices.”

Molly wipes a tear as she asks, “Like what?”

“When to go get the girl,” Street answers quietly.

Molly nods and rushes out of Street’s house. He sighs before he follows her.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

A loud knock pulls your attention from the book in your lap, and you set it to the side before you slowly walk to the door.

“It’s me,” Street says from the other side.

You release a breath and open the door. It’s late, and you’re confused about why Street is knocking on your door when he’s supposed to be with Molly, but you let him in anyway. When he stops beside your table and stares at the book you left on it, completely silent, you grow less confused and more concerned.

“Street,” you say. You lay your hand on his arm and ask, “You’ve been different today. What’s bothering you?”

“You,” he whispers. 

After you pull your hand away, shocked and heartbroken at his answer, he rushes to explain himself.

“No, listen,” he begs. “What you said earlier changed everything. You told me that it was my decision and that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, all that. But, when I was talking to Molly about how she doesn’t respect my decisions or my boundaries and tries to force her opinions about what I should do without knowing my reasons, I remembered you.”

You furrow your brows, and Street raises his hands to hold your shoulders.

“I appreciate you, so much. Not just for telling me what I deserve but for being that and so much more. You are the only person in my life that just lets me do what I need to do, and you’re by my side through all of it. Everything that you said I needed, I have in you. Thank you.”

“Of course. It’s your life, Street,” you reply. “But that doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.”

“You-“ Street begins again before trailing off. He doesn’t know how to express his feelings because he’s slowly realizing what he feels for you.

“Spit it out, Street,” you say with a smile. “I’m here to listen.”

Street shakes his head but lowers his voice to do as you say. “I loved Molly, but- but Molly didn’t just love me back. She tried to tell me how to love. And Chris- I don’t even know what Chris’s problem is; some days she wants to love and others she just wants to be loved, but never at the same time. It’s exhausting to deal with, but then she argues about what love looks like even though she can’t possibly know.”

You nod along, not sure what Street needs or wants to hear. Staying silent seems like the best option while he works through these thoughts. He’s saying the word love a lot, but never in the present tense or as an active feeling, you notice.

“But you… with you everything is shared. You love without expecting love in return, and you listen and remember. There has never been a moment with you where I felt pressured or ignored, and I love that about you.”

You smile and open your mouth to tell Street you’ll always be here for him, but he cuts you off.

“I love that about you,” he repeats. “I love you because you are everything I don’t deserve, but you make me feel deserved.”

After your eyes widen, you make a noise that sounds like a sob and a laugh. Street waits for you to say something, but you can’t beat the speech he just gave, so you raise your hands to his cheeks and nod. His eyes widen to match yours when a tear slides over the bump of your cheek as your smile returns.

“You said it’s my life, but I don’t have to do it alone, right?” Street murmurs as you step closer to him.

“Right.”

“Then, I think that I’d like to make you a bigger part of my life.”

You don’t hesitate to kiss him, and as he meets you in the middle, you think about how long you have wanted to be part of his life. Being near him was beautiful, but being by his side through everything will be an entirely new and perfect experience. You love Jim Street, and now that he loves you, too, you feel like a part of his life, not an accessory to it.

“I love you,” you say against his lips.

Street’s arms tighten around your waist, and he tilts his chin to kiss your forehead before standing.

“Did you break up with Molly before you came over here?” you whisper.

Street nods, and you bite your bottom lip before saying, “So, you’re giving me her position?”

“No,” Street promises with a laugh. “I’m giving you the position I should have given you a long time ago.”

You kiss Street quickly and laugh when he tries to follow you for more. “I promise to fill my position well, and to always listen to you, respect your boundaries…”

Street ducks his head, and his nose brushes against yours as he replies, “Maybe we could remove a few of our boundaries.”

He kisses you again, and you find that you like your new position in Jim Street’s life more than you ever anticipated.

[lambertdiary]

I’m outrageously down bad for him but can you please (if you want to) write a scenario where they’re cuddling and the readers straggling his lap but he gets a little bricked up 🙀🙀

A/N: hey sooo... i did it, i finally wrote an NSFW piece lol. this is my first time posting that type of content here so pls let me know what you think!! and if you're not comfortable reading this content feel free to exit my blog!

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, established relation ship (again, if you're not comfortable reading this please keep scrolling)

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Just Me And You

Y/N usually enjoyed rainy days, she liked the cold weather and wearing big hoodies, but not when it ruined her plans with her favorite people.

Dalton, Chris and Y/N had made plans to explore the town and find a diner that made at least decent milkshakes. But with no car and no real destination, they decided it would be the best idea to postpone it to another day.

“One of us should learn how to drive… and get a car” Chris said exiting the elevator, the other two following her.

“And that should be you” Y/N replied.

“No, it should be someone responsible”

“Then I guess we need to find a fourth member” Dalton said jokingly. 

“I know you’re joking but I vote yes to that, being the third was okay for the first few months but you two are unbearable to watch sometimes” Chris opened the door to her and Y/N’s dorm, dropping her backpack next to a pile of dirty laundry somewhere on the floor. 

“What the hell? You set us up” Dalton replied, following the girls into their room. 

“And I will have to live with that for the rest of my life” Chris went straight to her bed, getting comfortable with a bunch of blankets for the current weather “I’m gonna take a nap, it’s the only acceptable thing to do when it’s raining like that” 

“Oh-“ Y/N was getting the feeling that she was being kicked out of her own room.

“I’m sure you’ll find something to do in Dalton’s dorm” Chris said as if she was reading Y/N’s mind. 

“Thanks for the hospitality” Dalton joked, ready to walk out. 

“My pleasure”

Y/N and Dalton left the room and started walking towards the elevator “Guess it’s just me and you then” He said. 

“Yeah” Y/N smiled at her boyfriend “What should we do?”

“We could just stay in and watch a movie or something, it’s raining too much out there” 

“Let’s watch a horrible movie and regret it later” 

They agreed to buy snacks from the vending machine downstairs and stay in Dalton’s room, they didn’t wanna go out in that weather and they definitely didn’t wanna bother Chris. 

After scrolling for a bit, they chose a horrible movie they discovered to be one the lowest rated films on letterboxd, and it was horribly rated for a reason. It wasn’t the type of film that was so bad it was kind of funny, it was borderline unwatchable. They wanted to give it a chance and try to finish it, but when their brains couldn’t take it anymore, they decided to do something more fun. Kissing.

What started like any other kiss quickly became something more heated. Turning into a heavy make out session. They weren’t unusual but something about the weather made Y/N want to feel closer to him.

Y/N moved to his lap almost on instinct, resting her knees on each side of him. Barely stopping to catch their breaths and only for a couple of seconds. 

The minutes went by and eventually Y/N broke the kiss to look at him. She smirked before kissing the corner of his mouth, then leaving a trail of kisses leading to his neck. Dalton let out a shaky breath, which made Y/N stop “Is this okay?” She asked, a little concerned she overstepped his boundaries.

“Yes” He said barely above a whisper. After hearing him say that, Y/N went back to his neck, exploring new ways to pleasure him. 

Dalton was enjoying it, maybe too much. He felt his sweatpants get tighter and his body get warmer. He felt his face burn, getting worried Y/N would know what was happening to him. 

In an attempt to hide his situation he shuffled under her, which only made Y/N notice it. She let out an involuntary moan and Dalton got more worked up at the sound. They have done stuff before, but it never got to… that.

Y/N kept kissing his neck and Dalton was caressing her back, occasionally moving to her hair, while she tried really hard to stop her hips from squirming on his lap. Dalton noticed this and gripped one side of her body to steady her. But that only made her wanna shift more. His touch was almost overwhelming, but she wanted more.

Dalton’s hands moved to her thighs, holding them in their place, which sent Y/N goosebumps all over her skin warning her of another feeling. She was having a hard time focusing on anything, so once she stopped working on his neck, Dalton took the opportunity to return her neck the favor. 

She inhaled as her hands took a fistful of his shirt, quickly moving them to the hem of it. She tugged it asking him for permission to remove it, to which he hummed in response. 

Y/N removed Dalton’s shirt and the sight of her shirtless boyfriend made the feeling between her legs stronger, not being able to hold it anymore she started to rock her hips against his lap. 

“Hmmm…” Dalton hummed quietly. He kept his lips on her neck and the vibrations of her sounds made him drool. He stopped what he was doing to look at her. 

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked him, stopping her movements. She needed to be sure they were both okay with what was about to happen and that they would both enjoy it.

“I just- I’ve never” He stammered. 

“Me neither” Dalton’s breathing was getting heavy at this conversation “Um- Should we-“

He interrupted her “Only if you’re ready” 

Y/N admired his eyes for a few seconds, and leaned in for another kiss “Okay” She whispered. Dalton guided her to the bed, making her lay on her back and placing himself above her. They kissed again for a little while and Dalton asked her “Can I take your shirt off?” Y/N nodded and took it off herself, feeling a little self conscious, but Dalton swears he has never seen a more beautiful girl “You’re so beautiful” He breathed.

He started kissing her torso, and going down to her legs. His big palms ran up the outer sides of her thighs slowly before tugging at her sweatpants. Y/N lifted her hips allowing him to drag them down and taking them off completely “Your turn” Y/N gasped. She knew it was only a matter of time before he found out how damp she was already.

Dalton looked up at her and shyly smiled, but complied with her request. He was now standing there wearing nothing but underwear. This made Y/N squeeze her legs together, aching for some kind of relief. He noticed this and slowly pushed her thighs apart to make space between them “If you want me to stop, just let me know, please” He said looking up at her.

“Okay” She said, and a second later he had his thumb pressed against her clit, already aching for him. A small cry of relief leaving her lips at the feeling. He smirked, clearly proud of himself. He slid a finger under the fabric and smothered it over her skin a few times, eventually getting rid of her underwear too. He looked up at her waiting for consent before bringing it down all the way, and Y/N nodded.

Dalton tossed it somewhere behind him and lowered his body almost all the way, stopping only a few inches away from her “I wanna taste you” She was unable to say something at this point “Y/N?”

“Okay” She forced the words out.

“Tell me what you like” He said before breaking the distance. He was using his tongue, his hands and even his nose. Y/N feels like she’s never felt before, her mind getting dizzy and soft moans being the only sounds she can let out. Dalton would occasionally look at her, to make sure she was okay and enjoying it, and the eye contact drove him crazy.

Y/N felt something build in her tummy, knowing exactly what it was she tried to prepare herself to stay quiet, she didn’t wanna be loud in a dorm. An orgasm washed over her and her hips bucked up involuntarily. Dalton knew it was happening, so he used his big arms to pin her down to the bed. He helped her through it too (or at least tried to) and when he assumed it was over, he went back on his knees and looked at her.

She had her eyes closed as she dusted off the high “Do you have condoms?” She asked suddenly, in the haze of his lustful mind he forgot about that important detail.

“Uh- yeah” He stood up from the bed and went directly to his nightstand, opening the drawer and looking through it for a moment. He came across a sealed box of condoms he bought a few weeks ago and opened it, slowly pulling out one of them. He returned to the edge of the bed and saw Y/N holding in a laugh “What?”

She shook her head “You just happen to have condoms?” She raised her eyebrows waiting for his response.

“I- uh- I thought we might need them one day” Dalton blushed so hard he felt like he was going to explode and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Well done” She said. 

Dalton took off his briefs and slid the condom down his cock, before climbing back up and meeting her lips once again. He put her hair behind her ear before kissing her temple “I love you” He whispered softly.

“I love you” Y/N repeated. 

He slowly entered her, and Dalton reached up to her hand and intertwined their fingers, holding them against the mattress. He pushed in slowly, not wanting to get ahead of himself and hurt his girlfriend but when he heard her say “Keep going” He just went for it.

Both of them were breathing out whispered moans into his dark room, barely illuminated by his laptop with the movie still playing “Shhh, Chris is up there” He said when he remembered.

He feels incredible inside of her and it’s almost impossible to keep it down. He was rocking into her and finally found a steady pace. He managed to somehow angle his hips upwards and Y/N felt him gliding over her sensitive g-spot, pushing in and out over and over again. 

He could feel himself losing his pace with his own orgasm approaching. He tried to increase his rhythm again, as he noticed Y/N tighten around him. Feeling it get closer he forced his eyes shut “I think I’m close” He breathed out.

He groaned deeply and threw his head back when he felt the wave of euphoria hit him. Y/N was a whimpering mess below him, completely giving up on holding the sounds.

They stayed like that for a moment, just breathing deeply. Once they both calmed down, Dalton lifted his head and kissed Y/N on the lips “Was that okay?” He asked her.

Y/N was still breathing a little hard when she nodded her head and responded “Yes”

Dalton was relieved to hear that. He pulled himself out and collapsed next to her, bringing her closer to his chest. He kissed her temple again and whispered a little “I love you” Before returning their attention to the movie.

[lyney-s-bitch]

hi, i read your hcs for nagi earlier and i finally got the courage to request something too! :) can i get sfw and nsfw hcs with bachira? thank you in advance, and keep up the good work!

Oh sweetie, there’s no need to be shy, especially not about sending in an ask!! I promise I don’t bite (or do I-?😏)

Thank you so much for sending in this request, enjoy!!

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Bachira Meguru - fluffy/spicy hcs || 18+ (under cut)

sfw:

• Bachira is absolutely the kind of boyfriend where you would say "He’s not only my partner, he’s also my best friend"

• he’s not someone you would call "romantic", but he is just very affectionate in general and will constantly give you little gifts and trinkets (ex.: a plushy that reminded him of you)

• if you go to the beach together, he will come running to you with a new shell that he just found every few minutes; he will absolutely insist on taking all of them back home, he’s a collector (not only of shells, also just of the most random things ever)

• he’s overall a very giving partner and doesn’t expect anything in return, he honestly just loves making you smile and being able to laugh with you

• it’s very important to him that you get along well with his mom, which is honestly not hard at all because she’s an absolute sweetheart (when you first met her she was like "Nice to meet the future Mrs. Bachira!")

• the lock screen on his phone is probably a picture of you drooling in your sleep or something of that sort; he is, however, open to negotiations - you could definitely convince him to take a cute picture of the two of you instead (only if it’s silly enough, everything has to be silly with Bachira)

• he definitely sets that drooly pic as his home screen instead though

• speaking of, his social media is FILLED with pictures of you and him (and pics of just you); he only has one account, his official one, but he uses it like a spam account because he genuinely dgaf - and that’s beside the fact that he just thinks you’re absolutely perfect and wants everyone to see

• it has occurred multiple times that you had to practically beg for him to take a picture down because you think you look absolutely horrendous in it, so now he SOMETIMES asks you first before he uploads anything (you had to give him an actual checklist of things to watch out for that are a no-go, selfies with your sleeping form are one of them)

• Bachira is extremely laid-back because he has full faith in you and your relationship, so jealousy is nothing that would ever even come up from his side

• on the flip side, it’s better if you are not on the jealous side either because Bachira is just extremely friendly and pretty touchy with basically everyone

• he has absolutely no shame and "personal space" is a term that simply does not exist in his vocabulary, neither with you nor with anyone else, so if you value your personal space from time to time, you’re gonna have to be very explicit about it and explain it to him

• he’ll TRY to respect it but I feel like he literally just doesn’t know any boundaries, like, this man would not bat an eye when you’re sitting on the toilet; he would barge in, do what he came to do, wish you good luck and walk back out💀👋🏼 (he strikes me as the type that wouldn’t even close the door behind him iabfosbfls)

• I am convinced that Bachira watches old kid shows from time to time, mainly because they remind him of his childhood, but opposed to back then, he now has someone to watch them with🥺 (pls that’s so sad but so wholesome)

• does the grabby hands whenever he wants cuddles/a hug, his eyes practically staring into your soul and making it impossible to deny him - he’s a very physical person, so expect LOTS of random hugs and cuddles, both at home and in public

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nsfw:

• this man is freaky and NEEDY - can and will go whenever and wherever without hesitation

• he is definitely not against sex in (semi-)public places, in fact, he might actually prefer that over doing it at home - he’s kinda an exhibitionist and no one can convince me otherwise

• he’s utterly in love with you and your body, he literally loves everything about you and he’s not afraid to show it in every way he can; mainly in the form of praising and showing you off

• Bachira has absolutely no shame WHATSOEVER, actually, he definitely has the fantasy of doing it in front of a webcam at least once; he also casually offered some of his teammates to watch the two of you going at it before (they thought it was a joke except for Otoya and probably Lavinho tbh, they wanted to take him up on it)

• ok but hear me out… GOING LATE NIGHT SKINNY DIPPING WITH BACHIRA. that’s it, just think about it.

• his favorite thing ever is pleasuring you with his fingers; eating you out is a close second, but nothing beats watching your facial expressions up close when he’s working you to ecstasy

• he’s not into edging at all, but he’s extremely into overstimulation - both on you and on himself, so the good news is you won’t have to beg him to let you cum, the bad news is you might have to beg him to stop LOL

• you don’t know how the man does it, but he somehow does not slow down at all even after reaching his own climax, and he just keeps going until his body can literally take no more; you better match his libido cause both his stamina and energy are fucking crazy, bro’s a monster (lol)

• Bachira would oftentimes wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny - well, he’d keep grinding himself against you for some relief, you waking up is honestly just a matter of time cause he’s not exactly holding back

• on the contrary, he will keep whispering to you all the while, moaning shamelessly into your ear "Mmmh I really really need you baby… Gonna help me take care of this, aren’t you? Ohhh, my good girl…"

• he genuinely adores the way your body reacts to his touches even when asleep, it gives him some kind of kick, even more so when he manages to build up your orgasm without you being fully conscious - though if you’ve made it this far without waking up, he’ll definitely be waking you up now for the grand finale

• he’s a big fan of finishing together; it’s like the ultimate bonding experience for him, and he’s naturally incredibly good at managing both of your pleasure to time your climaxes perfectly

• his favorite positions are basically all positions that allow him to see your face and to let his hands roam freely all over your body (aka he’s not a fan of positions that require him to hold you in place)

• after sex, he usually just wants to cuddle up to you (preferably still naked), rubbing his face against yours affectionately with a happy grin to make you giggle before settling in for a little (or big) nap

[anshares]

It was just a normal day at the office for Shi Qingxuan...files needing approval, sit for hours on meetings, and meet the new employee who will work under her.

That is until said employee was also the same woman she had a one night stand with a week ago! WAIT???!! WHAT IS THIS ITS NOT HER UNDER ME BUT ME UNDER HER?!??!? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!??!?!?!?!?!!!!

Click more for full plot!

Modern Office AU (F/F Beefleaf flavor)

Shi Qingxuan lives like a princess, she has it all! friends, money, position in a company courtesy of her brother who is the owner of said company. Shi wudu is a successful business tycoon and is planning on running as a politician and SQX fully supports her brother.

Her friends invited her to go clubbing being the social butterfly that she is, she accepted the invitation. As soon as she enters the club, she notices this lady dressed in a black minidress.

This lady has an air of mystery in her but just spends her time alone drinking on a corner of the club, she doesn’t interact with anyone and just turns down attempted advances on her by others but she can’t help notice said lady keeps glancing at her.

SQX admits she feels drawn to this woman plus she is gorgeous! So she steels herself to go invite her to dance at least, hopefully she won’t be rejected.

When SQX asked if she wanted to join her on the dance floor the lady in black turned her down dejected she starts to leave but the Lady stopped her.

MY: “I'm not much for dancing but shall we drink some wine while you keep me company instead? I admit it's getting lonely here.”

SQX: “Sure!”

MY: “ What’s your name?”

SQX: “It’s Shi Qingxuan”

MY: “Ming Yi, nice to meet you Shi Qingxuan”

One thing led to another and they spent the night together, sadly when SQX wakes up Ming Yi is already gone.

She regrets that she wasn’t able to get her number, she would love to see the gorgeous lady again if she allows it but doesn’t regret spending the night with her because she gave her a night worth remembering.

A few days later, SQX is at work and they are about to welcome a newly hired employee that will be working directly under her, the head of the department. Imagine her surprise when she sees the very same woman who she has a one night stand with!

She sees that Ming Yi doesn't have any visible reactions on seeing SQX again, that kinda pricked at her feeling cuz could Ming yi have forgotten about her already? Is she just a passing fling to her?

But no SQX isnt a quitter so she tries to befriend Ming Yi but Ming Yi just treats her like a stranger and when she tries to hint about their shared “history”,

Ming Yi changes topic back to work. It frustrates SQX a lot till one day during overtime and they are the only ones left in the office that Ming Yi confronted SQX.

Ming Yi corners (kabedon) SQX to her door office,

MY: Do you think this is funny? I see the way you look at me, do you think I don't notice your attempts at flirting?

SQX: AHA! I knew it!! You do remember me so why are you ignoring me?

MY: Of course I remember you, my memory isn’t shit. You are aware of the position we are in right, You are my boss and this is inappropriate so i suggest you stop this for both our sake.

SQX: What if I don’t want to? What are you gonna do about Ming Yi?

They just stare at each other and then proceeds to make out and office sex. As they were getting dressed, Ming Yi says she won't deny that the attraction that they feel to each other is mutual but honestly she is quite reluctant in having a relationship with her boss,

so she offers a friends with benefits situation instead SQX agrees to this and thinks that she can charm her way to Ming Yi’s heart and get to see her romantically. Ming Yi on her side tries to set up boundaries such as no strings attached,

they maintain a professional relationship at work, no one can know about this even her friends, and finally no falling in love. They act like a normal boss and subordinate in the office but no one knows that these two are in a FWB situation.

As they spend more time together, SQX inevitably falls and falls harder to her. Based on moods, Ming Yi can be either rough or gentle on her, SQX loves the gentle one because it makes her feel loved by Ming Yi with how tender and gentle she holds her.

During one such night while they were cuddling in bed after their romp, SQX is complaining about how her brother is strict and suffocating sometimes she just needs to get away

So Ming Yi offers her the key to her apartment and tells her if she wants to get away from her brother for a while her doors are always open to her. SQX is touched by this.

She kisses her hard and starts a sweet and gentle round 2 and realizes while they are at it that she loves ming yi and wants to be by her side forever.

Whenever SQX remembers their nights she fondly touches the marks (concealed by make up or her clothing) that Ming yi left on her. SQX tries to be subtle about it, she thinks Ming Yi probably notices the change in her attitude but doesn’t say anything about it.

SQX thinks it's mutual too because of how Ming Yi is being gentle with her during, the way Ming Yi takes care of her after and the simple gestures when they are at work, it's so tender as if they were something more but Ming Yi keeps quiet, SQX doesn't want to assume….

Sometimes she acts cold to her then gently again, it's quite frustrating that Ming Yi is giving her mixed signals but she thinks that Ming Yi is just having a dilemma, SQX leaves her alone for her to figure it out,

SQX doesn’t try to talk about it nor confess to Ming Yi as she doesnt want to rush her and is scared that she’ll lose what they have at the moment, if she can be with Ming Yi like this for now that’s okay, she will give her all the time she needs to sort out her feelings.

Ming Yi may treat her gently at times but in actuality she doesn’t want any of that, it just so happens that this naive woman wrapped in her arms, dozing without a care for the world is a pawn for her plans for revenge.

Ming Yi real name is He Xuan, she grew up privileged and with a loving family, all is well till one day her parents got accused of a crime they didn't commit and paid for it with their lives. With her life suddenly turned upside down, she ended up in the streets.

She was then recruited by a fellow teenager into a mafia group where she will work for them in exchange for food and shelter. She knows being involved in that world is dangerous and may lose her life in the process but way better than starving and dying in some random alleyway.

At least with this she may be able to investigate the truth behind what happened to her family. She owes this one eyed boy a life debt for saving her from the streets and giving her the opportunity for revenge, because years later she finds out the truth about her misfortunes.

Turns out Shi Wudu, a huge business tycoon is actually quite corrupt doing dirty deals and other crimes behind the scenes. The Police won’t arrest him because the police is also in on it and coincidentally her family is partners with this company and was chosen as scapegoats.

With vengeance fueling her, she created an elaborate plan to cause this man who took everything away from her his downfall. As soon as she established her own mafia group and became a boss herself with the help of her friend/brother (she treats HC as her brother)

The plans are set in motion and it starts with Shi Wudu’s beloved little sister, Shi Qingxuan. From her seducing SQX and working in Shi Wudu’s company everything is part of the elaborate plan for this man’s downfall but there are days when HX wavers because of SQX,

she admits that she has become quite endeared with but during one of the moments when both mafia lords meet up for a drink HC asks him if she is planning on abandoning her plans now that she is close.

HX denies and no she won’t abandon her plans, SQX is just a stepping stone to get closer to the goal, she is nothing to her just a chess piece in this board and resolves to push this through without a care for the collateral damage it may leave, a taste of his own medicine.

Now with the elections drawing near, SQX notices something off with her brother and how Ming Yi is acting. She has gotten even colder now and doesn’t join her often in bed even if she does, she could feel that she is angry at something.

HX took a leave of absence for a week and hasn’t contacted her ever since…. At home she notices that her brother is also quite tense, when she asks he just says that it's just some setbacks at work and his election campaign.

In reality HX is starting her attack on his businesses and campaign, one by one she destroys it and there’s nothing Shi Wudu can do about it as the police can’t even track it down they know that there is a larger power at play here.

At the same time, SQX got a text where HX wants to meet up cuz she has something to tell her, SQX thinks this is it, this is the moment where their relationship will change for the better she hopes!

Since she also decide to confess her feelings when they finally meet up, she really missed her and wonders where did was she when HX took a leave of absence.

But something is off as the address that HX gave her led to an abandoned house (it was HX childhood home) she can't find Ming Yi but finds her brother instead and is confused that her brother looks panicked and asks her if she harmed in any way but she tells him that she just got here.

Shi Wudu tells her that they've been set up by one of his enemies he thinks and that they should be careful then out from the shadows Ming yi emerges,

SQX immediately goes to her worried that she might be set up to get to her too, not a moment passed when SQX hugged “Ming Yi” she pushes her hard away from her to the point SQX tumbles on the floor.

She was confused on why “Ming Yi” is treating her like this and she doesn't look like the ming yi she has known for months, this “ming yi” looks imposing and sinister.

“Ming Yi” ignores SWX and starts introducing herself as He Xuan and asks if SWD remembers her or her family, SWD answers that he doesn't. SQX asks what is going on,

so He Xuan starts listing all the things SWD did and how today is also the death anniversary of her family, the very family he ruined. She then asks if he now remembers this family he used as scapegoat after she revealed everything.

SWD was like what about them, they have served their purpose no use remembering cannon fodder, this angered HX and starts pointing a gun at him. SQX was shocked by all of this and in denial of what she is hearing because it's just impossible,

Shi Wudu raised her like a spoiled ignorant princess without her knowing of the darkness lurking within, even if SQX has a feeling or an inkling on what her brother is up to but she just turns a blind eye to everything,

because that just impossible her kind, sweet brother strict he may be won’t do that.

SQX jumps in front of her brother asking HX to stop this, this isn't her which HX just raises a brow "you dont know anything about me" and decides fine shell be merciful and asks for an apology and when he doesn’t she points the gun to SQX instead.

SWD starts kowtowing, “I apologize for everything I did.THERE! Are you happy now?” he tries to rise but HX just smashes his head again on the floor. “Did I permit you to rise?” SWD clenching his fist so hard you can see his knuckles turn white “No.”

SQX is just crying on the side and can't bear to see her once proud brother like this. “Ge, please just apologize properly” she says between sobs,

SWD just glared at her to be quiet, he does so and asks that her beef is with him so let his sister go as she has nothing to do with it, she knows nothing. HX says that's why it's so detestable she knows nothing,

why wasn't she allowed to know nothing that all her possessions and position she gained because lives were trampled, she didn't know then but is still ignorant. She turns to SQX with a chilling glare, she told SQX that she gave her many chances but it seems like SQX ignored all of it.

She just starts sobbing and apologizes now, “what good is your apology?” so she demands a life for a life to atone for the sins. SWD tries to negotiate that his sister’s life does not merit a death sentence and HX asks in turn which of his family sinned? Which among them deserved death?

Both just remained silent and HX just wonders why can't they answer her now. So she makes them choose a way to atone for their sins: one SWD kills his sister and makes himself scarce or two SQX kills SWD and never shows herself in front of her again.

Forget everything that happened, it's what she does best after all; the choice is theirs. SWD tries to bargain that he'll kill himself instead but HX tells him he has no right to bargain.

SQX tells her brother to pick the first one but SWD rejects it so SWD just decided to kill both of them (him and her sister) but HX put a stop to it by hitting SWD with end of her gun telling him if she gave him a third path

then SWD starts laughing and mocking HX how everything she did for revenge was futile. SQX pleads with SWD that he stop talking because it just makes everything worse.

HX asks how could he have no remorse over the lives he trampled but SWD being the prideful man that he is tells him that remorse is useless and a joke

while SQX just calls for Ming Yi while clutching her leg begging her to stop and apologizing HX looked at her and said “you called for the wrong person” then she pulls the trigger and shoots SWD in the head

As HX was walking away SQX stops her again and asks in a dazed quiet voice if she is happy now that she got her revenge and asks hx if she can answer her just one thing.

Were all the time they shared real or did HX just use her for her revenge? Was there even a tiny space in HX's heart for her during that time?

HX stops but doesnt turn around to answer just says SQX already knows the answer to that the she asks back if she has something else to say to her but hears nothing,

HX continued to walk away just as SQX starts breaking down on the floor and begs to be killed why leave her like this? She already lost EVERYTHING, what's the point in living then?!

HX turns around at this and responds coldly “Dream on. If you have someone to blame for your misfortunes, blame your brother." and SQX lost consciousness then. For Shi Wudu his greed was his downfall, for SQX it was her ignorance.

After the whole ordeal HX took a break and lied low as the whole thing made it to the headlines since SWD is a well known person and a political candidate while his sister went missing, the police doesn’t know her whereabouts.

In reality SQX is setting up for her new life in a faraway town, far away from her old life in the city. While SQX was getting used to her new commoner life,

It was hard but not as bad as she expected since there seems to be someone looking out for her. She doesn't know who and she doesn't want to make assumptions.

She wants to think it's that person but maybe not, one of her brother's old friends perhaps? She is actually right in her first hunch HX still keeps tabs on her well-being but wont interact after everything that happened between them.

After everything HX still feels responsible for her because technically she is just a bystander who got caught in the crossfire. Her only sin was being ignorant of everything. It’s best that they don't cross paths ever again.

-THE END-