#Adding the rings to their fingers added 20 years to my life

[cherriiramen]

hhhhhh but what if everything was fixed and Joker was fixed and he was no longer Joker but Jack Napier instead after Bruce talked with him an actual meaningful emotional conversation (after Alfred sat him down and lectured him about his complicated bottled up feelings towards him) and made sure he gets regularly doses of therapy afterwards (with him accompanying him) and he tried another go at being a stand-up comedian and he was extremely successful and everyone laughed at his jokes and he laughed with them because he was genuinely happy and sometimes he’d end up having to pause mid-stage to wipe his eyes from tears of joy and then when everyone claps Bruce would be in the crowd somewhere and claps the loudest and they got married and shared custody of Robin together and Alfred slayed as a father in law and and wasnwjkwo

(whispers) it’s canon now.

[mrchiipchrome]

The Drunk Dial

W.C.- 3.8 k

a/n; i know that this is extremely shitty

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Alessia Russo hated you. You would go as far as to say that she despised you. You don’t know when it started, but it’s been one of the only constants in your life ever since. Your parents divorce? Meh, she couldn’t give a damn. You break your arm? Good going trying to get her to sign your cast. You get called up? Ugh tell someone who cares.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try to become friends with the blonde, it was just that she rejected your every advance. In fact that’s all you did the first year or so, until you realized it was futile of you to even try. Ever since the two of you had been living in disharmony, arguing with the other every chance you got.

That’s why you’re so confused when you hear the voicemail she left you the night before as you’re walking to training. The slurred words quickly makes the confused look disappear, a smirk replacing it rapidly as you realize the ammunition you now have.

The girls look on in confusion as you basically skip your way into the meeting room, eyes scanning for the blonde head of hair you’d gotten used to seeing daily over the last few weeks. When you inevitably don’t see her, you take a seat closer to the door than you usually would.

“Oi, Y/n you’re in my seat!” Katie whisper shouts as she takes the seat right beside you, wanting her favorite seat back. 

“Tough luck Katie, come earlier next time” You tease, adding an overdramatic wink at the end of the sentence to emphasize. You’re not even mad when the older girl pushes harshly at your shoulder, in too good of a mood to have it be dampened by anyone.

The meeting finishes as quickly as it had started, Alessia not appearing until the meeting itself had concluded and people had started to file out the door. Not you though, you stayed right where you’d taken your seat 20 minutes before. 

Your humorous glare didn’t even falter as you felt the harsh one coming from the girl with baby blue eyes, who’d coincidentally thrown herself into the seat opposite of you. Jonas looks at Alessia expectedly as the blonde girl slowly lowers her sunglasses, the tall man expecting an apology from the obviously hungover girl.

“I’m so sorry for being late Jonas” The gaffer looks on in slight disbelief before sighing loudly.

“It’s okay, just don’t let it happen again” He fixes her with a pointed look, quickly disappearing from the enclosed space with Alessia nodding vigorously.

“Can I get you anything Russo? Water? Smelling salts? An alibi for why you’re late?” The teasing tone in your voice is almost as prominent as the striker's headache, the headache that makes her feel like her head is splitting.

“No but you could fuck right off!” Alessia rests her forehead on the cool surface of the table in an attempt at easing her pounding headache. She runs her hands over her sloppily tied hair, the bun she’d hastily thrown her golden locks into quickly falling apart.

“Ooohh, that stings.” Your hand comes up to cover your heart, like the women in those renaissance paintings. “Not the words, but the cloud of vodka that accompanies them” Your teasing continues even after she gives you the finger. 

“Fuck you!” Alessia groans out through clenched teeth. With a response as quick as light, you counter.

“Oh you wish” You’re able to see the disgusted expression on her face from miles away, but strangely you also see the slight rosiness of her cheeks. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I went out with some old UNC friends last night” Your eyebrows furrow at her explanation, she doesn’t owe you one.

“Yeah, then you thought ‘Oh, I should call Y/n at 3 am’” The smirk on your face widens exponentially as Alessia lifts her face from the table, confusion on every corner of her expression.

“Really, yeah cause the first thing I do when I’m having fun is think abou-” Her sweet accented voice is cut off by her own, only the latter is slurred and barely audible.

“Y/n Y/l/n I’m ringing you because…what was it?” Alessia’s giggle on the recording of her voice cuts off her next words, “You’re probably asleep but you’re pretty…I don’t even know” The recording is cut off with the sound of someone shouting for shots. Alessia’s face is beet red by now, expressing every horrified thought running through her pretty head.

“The drunk dial. So much subtext. So much intrigue. So much booty call implication.” You’re oh so satisfied with yourself as Alessia opens her mouth to respond, but ultimately doesn’t. The chair bounces off the floor as the blonde legs it out the door, your laughter providing a back track.

The loud clicking of cleats against the floor catches your attention, and when Gio’s head pops into the room from the doorway. 

“What happened with Less?” The younger girl questions, having seen Alessia running to the locker room only moments before.

“Russo drunk dialed me! After years of hating me, she called me drunk last night and I got the voicemail to prove it.” Gio’s expression turns from neutral to worried faster than a lightswitch turns a lamp on.

“The drunk dial?! Ohhhh this can’t be good!” Now it’s your turn to be confused, the girl in front of you extremely worried.

“Hey, it’s no biggie. We tease each other all the time, she hates me” You explain apprehensively, not wanting to make the girl more worried.

“That’s the point! What can she do when you hold all the cards? It’s like when two people see each other naked in sitcoms, the balance shifts.” The girl in front of you grabs your shoulder wildly, as to implicate exactly how important it is that you understand.

“So you’re telling me I need to show Russo the lady parts?” Your smile indicates that you’re joking, and Gio shoves your shoulder telling you to go and get ready for training. Still, the talk with the younger woman sticks in your mind throughout practice, especially when Alessia can’t look you in the eyes and when she doesn’t tackle you as hard as usual.

Eventually when practice ends you all file into the cafeteria for lunch, and you end up in line right behind the blue eyed beauty. The blonde avoids your every attempt at meeting her eyes and starting a conversation, not giving you her usual snide remarks. You’re worried now, her snide remarks usually hurting you but in a good way.

“Russo, once when I was out at the pub with the team I hit on a dude who I thought was a chick.”  Her sky blue eyes meet yours for the first time since that morning, tens of different emotions swirling around in them.

“Why are you telling me this?” She questions.

“Well it’s to tell you that no one acts like themself when they’re drunk, I wouldn’t think about flirting with a dude sober. Sooo…” You answer her confidently, that confidence disappearing when she gives you a dirty look.

“Fuck off Y/l/n” Her voice is more venomous than a black mamba, and you have to hide the slightly shocked expression from your teammates who all look on in confusion at the interaction. 

After getting your food, you make your way to where Gio is sitting in a conversation with Kathrine. The chair thuds as you drop down into it and you effectively pull Gio’s attention away from her best friend, the girl looking at you with a knowing smile.

“You were right, it’s all awkward now and she won’t even insult me.” You throw your hands up into the air as Kathrine looks on in confusion.

“Wait, let’s hear that first part again” Gio demands with a satisfied smile. You sigh, knowing that this was the only way for you to get her to help you.

“You were right.” 

“And just one more time for good measure” You fix the brunette with a slight glare before once again telling her that she was right. “Oh it’s like music to my ears, now the only way to get everything back to normal is for you to even the score.” Gio tells you, Kathrine giving up on trying to understand what you were talking about.

“I have to show Russo my bits?” This time, unlike the other, you’re completely serious. Gio slaps her hand on her forehead at you as she tries to explain what she means to you.

“No, you have to drunk dial her! Have you ever acted drunk before?” The girl questions curiously, looking at you expectantly.

“No I’m not drunk, seriously I’m not drunk.” You slur your words painfully, swaying slightly in your seat to give it a realer look. Gio winces at the horrid performance, knowing that she would have to get you drunk for her plan to work.

“That was horrible, I’ll go home with you after the weight session and we’ll practice, okay?” You nod in response before digging into your food.

—-

After another rather awkward training session with the blue eyed girl, you find yourself in your apartment with your young companion who’s trying to coach you on how to act drunker than you are.

As Gio pours you another shot of the clear alcoholic beverage, you can’t help but wince slightly at the burning sensation at the back of your throat from previous shots.

“Bottoms up” The girl tells you playfully as you throw the liquid courage down the back of your throat. “Now, try again. Let’s see your drunk impression.” You imitate an old phone as you make beeping noises.

“Wassup Russo, your call was a nice surprise so I decided to give you a ring to thank you for it” The slurring words don’t help you in the slightest as Gio once again looks on in disgust.

“No, not like that, come on!” The young girl explains.

“Gio, I love you and all, but to be honest you’re a horrible drinking buddy.” You can see the girl's expression change drastically as she picks up the bottle of alcohol. Looking on in shock, you see how the brunette chugs the alcohol directly from the bottle.

“I thought you didn’t drink” You express, Gio looking at you like you’re crazy.

“I don’t, but it’s all for the plot. The things I do for you my friend, the things I do for you” Gio pours two shots for you both to take.

What follows is a night full of drinking with one of your best friends, and one very long very detailed call to your nemesis…

—-

The rude beeping of your alarm going off for the tenth time makes you groan, your head pounding viciously in protest of the light coming in through the blinds and directly into your eyes. Your back aches dully as you feel the hard floor beneath you, looking up to the couch you see Gio’s sleeping form resting all over it.

Crawling over to the girl, you slap her leg hard to wake her up from slumber. The girl wakes with a slight yell as she sees you lying on the floor, questioning where she was.

“What happened last night?” You ask, running your hand over your face, the apartment in shambles with empty bottles strewn around like it would after a high school rager. The young girl shakes her pounding head before perking up again.

“Did you call Less last night?!” You pick your phone up with a rapid pace, looking at your outgoing calls.

“One outgoing call to Russo, and one outgoing call to Kimmy…oh fuck me, that’s not good” You tell the girl, who nods with wide eyes nearly bursting out in laughter at your terrified expression.

“Oh fuck, oh shit, look at the time! We’re so fucked!” You scrambled up from your place on the floor, rushing into your bedroom to gather some new, not alcohol drenched clothes for you and Gio. Throwing the clothes on the youngster, you tell her to hurry up and put them on before you’re even later than needed.

You’re both out the door in record time, slipping the pairs of sunglasses you always kept with you over your eyes to block out the light even more. 

Pulling up to training, the two of you rush out of the car and into the building. The locker room is nearly empty by the time you reach it, the only people there being the only two in the whole world that you didn’t want to see at that moment. Kim raises her brow at the door slamming open and as you look into her eyes, you see the disapproving look that’s settled there. When Gio runs into your back only moments later, it only becomes worse.

You rush to your cubby, located only meters away from Alessia’s, Alessia who looks at you with a satisfied smirk on her face. The stupid smirk entices you, and you wonder what you possibly could have said to get her to look at you like that.

Pulling your shirt off, you don’t notice her Alessia’s eyes follow the movement, her eyes locking onto the shaped abs and the ridges that appear on your arms as you struggle to get the shirt off. Just because you don’t notice doesn’t mean that Gio doesn’t, she smirks at the obvious attraction Alessia holds for you.

After getting your training clothes on, you make your way to the door where your skipper is waiting for you. She holds the door open for you before slinging her arm around your waist, you bringing your arm up and around her shoulders. 

“Did you have fun last night?” The older woman asks you, your eyes widening slightly in surprise at her question.

“If I’m honest, I can’t even remember most of last night.” Your free hand comes up to rub at the back of your neck, the door behind you opening up yet again.

“Well, next time you and Gio decide to have a night full of drinking, please make sure that you dial Alessia’s number right away instead of calling me, okay?” Your cheeks darken exponentially at the blondes words, the woman a mentor to you.

“I’m so sorry Kimmy.” She smiles up at you in response, patting your stomach lightly before breaking away from you.

Back in the locker room Alessia is getting ready to get out of the locker room, that is before she hears Gio call her name.

“Alessia, I can see the way you look at her when you think no one’s watching you.” The shorter girl keeps her voice low, like she’s talking to a scared animal.

“What are you talking about?” The blonde questions, her eyes betraying her real feelings as the love shines through the apparent hatred.

“I’m talking about you and Y/n, listen I know that you hate her or whatever but the eyes never lie chica, the eyes never lie” And with that, Gio walks out of the room, leaving a stunned Alessia Russo behind.

—-

Only days later, it’s time for an away game and as you settle into your seat on the bus you can’t help but think about your blue eyed teammate. Staring out the window, you get startled out of your thoughts by a body flopping into the seat beside you. Looking to your left, you see the person you least expected to sit beside you.

Her ocean-like eyes look into your own for a second before she stares back towards the front of the bus. When she starts to talk, she does so in a whisper that barely gets heard over the bustle of the bus.

“So, you think I’m pretty huh?” She leans into your body slightly, her minty breath wafting over the side of your face. The cool mint contrasts the hot nature of your tomato red face, wide eyes scanning her side profile nervously.

“What? I’ve never said that!” Your voice comes out shaky and unsure as your eyes flit around the bus, now it’s Alessia’s turn to study you.

“Oh, so you don’t deny that I’m pretty?” She teases, your face becoming even more red than before if that was possible. The sputtering coming from your throat doesn’t help your case as you choke on your spit.

Alessia pulls up her phone to play the voicemail you’d left her only days before, the slurred voice on the recording obviously yours as it was your turn to be embarrassed.

“Hey Ruse-Cruise, I was just calling to tell you that you're so pretty. I can’t believe that you’re real, you always look like a fucking goddess and I’m so jealous that I can’t call you mine. Yeah, sober me is gonna hate myself for that but I don’t care. Kiss Kiss!” If you could, you would throw yourself off a cliff. 

Pulling your hoodie up and over your cartoonishly red face, you wish for the ground to swallow you whole or at least get Alessia to move away from you. And after a bit, it seems like your prayers are answered because Alessia moves over to sit beside Lotte and Gio moves into the spot Alessia had occupied only moments before.

“Gio, kill me” You plead to the younger girl, who looks on in part amusement and part concern.

“That bad, huh?” Your head drops down onto her shoulder and you hum in agreement. “It’ll be alright, don’t you worry.” The younger girl strokes your back to comfort you, catching the eye of her partner in crime and nodding. The plan had to be set in motion.

—-

Ever since you had heard that godforsaken voicemail, you had been ignoring the older girl who it had been sent to. The only time you actually gave her any semblance of attention was during training or games, and even then it was only a second of eye contact or a quick word.

The striker's friends had even started to notice the effect your absence had on her, the girl much more frustrated and closed off than normal. It had gotten so bad that her performance on the pitch was worsening slightly. Something had to be done, and fast.

Just to their luck, the two matchmakers had created a plan that was sure to work.

When Gio comes running for you after training one day, her worried expression fools you just the right amount and as she runs away in the opposite direction you were going in, you just had to follow her.

What you didn’t expect was to be pushed into a storage closet only moments after arriving to where Gio had stopped, another body being pushed into you seconds later before the telltale sound of the lock clicking shut sounds throughout the cramped space.

The person leaning against you soon jumps away from you, a voice sounding from the other side of the door.

“I don’t care how you do it, but the two of you need to make up. Only then will you be let out.” The scowl on your face widens at the smugness in Gio’s voice and your fist pounds at the door viciously as you scream and yell for them to open the damn door. 

In your attempts to get the girls on the other side to open the door for you, you don’t notice how Alessia starts to panic nor do you notice how she’s now on the ground. 

“Y/n shut up!” Her tone is harsh as you continue to bang your fist on the door. “No seriously Y/n, shut up!” The way Alessia speaks has you looking towards her, seeing the dark silhouette of her body sitting on the floor.

“I don’t like tight spaces” She whispers into your ear after you’ve dropped down beside her, taking her hand in your own, you don’t have the stomach to tell her that her death grip is cutting off all your circulation.

“Hey, Russo, how can I help you? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how” The free hand caresses her shin in what’s supposed to be a comforting action. All the years of supposed hate disappears when she looks up at you with tearfilled eyes, begging you to do something.

“I don’t care what you do, just distract me please” She begs. The idea that pops into your head will probably make her hate you even more, but alas it’s the only way to distract her.

“Fuck it” You lean in closer to her, the fact that she isn’t pushing you away is definitely a good sign.

“Can I kiss you?” You whisper against her lips, in place of a response she leans in slightly and presses her soft lips against your own.

The only way to describe her lips was that they were heavenly, and definitely distracting. They move slowly, testing the waters before diving in. Without breaking the seal of your lips, the forward slowly moves over into your lap, her hands tasseling in your locks whilst yours settle comfortably on her hips. The bruising grip of your fingers doesn’t let up even after the blonde pulls away from the kiss.

She twirls your hair between her long, perfectly manicured fingers and her intense gaze settles on your face, eyes flitting over it like she’s trying to commit it to memory. Your thumbs find their way under the hem of her shirt, stroking the skin softly.

“I’m sorry” She speaks up quietly.

“What could you possibly be sorry for, pretty girl?” 

“The way I’ve treated you, I couldn’t even tell you why I did it.” Alessia explains, her fingers caressing your cheek sweetly. You lean into her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her palm before speaking.

“Eh, that’s all in the past, how about we make some positive memories to replace the old ones huh?” You whisper back, pulling the shorter girl in for another kiss. 

“Hey, Gio! Can we come out now? We’ve made up” Alessia’s cheeks darken slightly at the particular choice of words. You two stand up as the door gets unlocked and opened, letting Alessia exit first, you soon lunge at the brazilian who’d locked you in. Pulling her into a headlock, you hear the sweet sound of Alessia’s laughter and you can’t help but laugh yourself.

Let’s just say, Alessia Russo doesn’t hate you anymore, the kisses you share deep into the night a sure indication of that…

[your-nanas-house]

She could be my "woman"

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X fem!Reader/ (future Robert Fischer X android!Reader)

◇ Warnings: angst, androids, security, fear, business, robots as "slaves"

◇ Summary: Robert fears for his safety and tries his luck with Y/n's business.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. FINALLY wrote the first part of the fic I mentioned months ago!

Robert chuckled at that.

"What is this, a movie?" he mocked, trying to lighten the mood, his light eyes staring at the old woman in front of him as if she was nuts.

He called her that day for a specific reason... his security and now she was talking about some weird futuristic stuff.

"I thought we were talking about a security system, not personal assistants!" He reminded her slightly annoyed by the situation.

When he didn't receive a response, he tried again with a softer tone this time.

"I can see why your granddaughter would need someone to try this out," he started, rubbing his chin with his long fingers, "...But I can hardly be her test case.... I can't believe androids are that advanced."

The disbelief of the young man was understandable and the older woman got perfectly Robert's point of view but was still a bit offended by the lack of trust in her... after all the years she had worked with his father.

"You're underestimating my granddaughter, dear. I tested them out as well...they do anything and if someone tries to enter your dreams they come inside as well working as your bodyguard there too" she informed him with a soft nod.

Security and assistance, Robert thought not believing at a word.

He raised his eyebrow surprised by the informations but still with the feeling of being made fun of. "This has to be a joke," he said, shaking his head.

"Your granddaughter created androids that protect you even in your dreams? I've heard some insane things in my life but that tops the cake."

And as words of mockery left his mouth he couldn't help but imagining it happen to him... Having someone watching over him even in his most vulnerable moments... it wouldn't be so bad.

After a couple of minutes in silence the older woman spoke again, her shaking and wrinkly hands put a note on his rich desk

"Think about it, if you need more information just call my granddaughter, she will be able to explain everything to you."

It wasn't a bad idea after all.

Robert looked down at the card in his hand, sighing. He had hoped to convince the older wise woman to work with him as well, but this was a nice alternative.

And as soon as she left his office he grabbed his phone, he read the number and then dialed it.

He couldn't waste any precious time and luckily for him, he didn't have to wait much.

A female voice replied after just a couple of rings, introducing herself as 'Y/n Y/l/n' exactly as he expected. She sounded calm and young.. probably in her 20s, her tone made him feel at ease and it was quite charming even though a bit awkward.

"Good morning, miss. I'm Robert Fischer... I had a meeting with your grandmother today and she gave me your number. I'll put my hands forward and tell you that I don't really believe in all this, it seems excessive and not very functional to me but... I have nothing to lose so I'm willing to try, and even if it is a scam, I'm pretty sure I could deal with it very easily. If you know what I mean..." Robert informed her with a calm tone, his hand busy playing around with his pen as his face remained tilted and rested against the back of his chair... serious as his business mask.

It was business after all, he needed some kind of security around him and the guarantee of being 100% safe every day.

"But I would like to know more about this androids" he quickly added after not receiving an answer, his heart strangely beating fast in his chest and his hand sweated anxiously

"Oh, sure thing. I can do that, are there any specific questions? Or would you like to receive the policy first?" the voice replayed softly, echoing now in his empty office.

He could actually hear her moving around, probably working or getting ready for something in a rush... not that he cared though.

At the questions Robert sat up in his seat, his grip tightened around the pen as he thought quickly before dropping it on the desk and let his light blue eyes travel towards the phone.

"I want to know everything. Starting from how they work, what they can do, where they come from and most importantly... how protected I am with them watching over me" The business man listed while staring intently at the object as if it would make Y/n reply faster at everything.

There was a soft music in the background, he could hear it, even if a bit muffled, and his mind focused on it, snapping back just when her voice interrupted the melody with her owns

"Well first of all I won't tell you how I created them. I'm not stupid, am I? They can do anything you want them to, they come from my cellar" she informed with a soft chuckle after apologizing and explaining to him the reason of the background noises.

"You are 99,9% protected, they have the ability to watch over you whenever you need or don't need. Not in a creepy way of course. They have the ability to enter your dreams if someone else does, so that they can protect you.... They are also loyal to their owners and you can set the program you prefer. There are a lot of different androids... each one more adapt for a situation" she explained with a more focused and professional tone, her knowledge and passion for her creations showing just by the seriousness of her speech.

She made it sound pretty acceptable and intriguing, leaving Robert silent for a moment, still and lost in his thoughts as he took in the informations. He honestly wasn't expecting such a comprehensive answer from her.

"They sound like the perfect companions," the man said, making an attempt at joking before asking her other questions, his hands already turning on his laptop

"What kind of androids are there, where can I purchase them and what sort of program do you suggest should be installed in them?"

It really was catching his interest, even if he didn't really believe in all the progress the science was doing lately... but he still was willing to try.

"Well... They are like puppies, Mr. Fisher. Like pets, without need to care too much for them. And it's highly depends on your situation and what I have down here." She explained while probably pouring herself a cup of something.

A moment of silence and Robert hummed lost in thoughts again, surprised and amused by Y/n's analogy.

"I'm glad that I won't have to worry about them too much," he murmured, rubbing his chin "And I'll happily take a look at what you have available. My main concern is my dreams, so what do you suggest to deal with that?" He murmured out, leaning back to stare at the ceiling and glance at the phone... she wasn't answering anymore but he could feel that she was thinking intently.

Then... her harsh words of truth came out "Your voice sounds lonely, you are probably sitting in a rich office, playing with something in your hand while you talk to me— I want to try to give you my first invention" the young woman declared cheerfully, making sure he didn't took her analysis as an insult before starting to explain again.

"I'm pretty proud of her. And I will make sure to deliver everything as soon as the payment is done also I'm sending you the contract so that you know that whatever the android sees it will remain between you and them" the young woman quickly stated, ready to say goodbye and hang up.

It was convincing... enough to bewitch Robert and his business mind, which was now fully engaged, even though a part of him was still cautious.

He wasn't really sure about allowing someone else to intrude so deep in his personal space and in such a little time. "How do I know that the androids and their recordings will remain private? What if they witness something... embarrassing or something that should remain fully private?" The man asked lowly, tapping his fingers against the rich wood of his desk.. he couldn't and didn't want to afford a scandal.

"I make you sign the contract because of that. I have no intention to look through all the memory. I just delete everything when their work it's done" Y/n reassured him sweetly with a soft chuckle, giving her availability 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in case of questions or problems.

Robert considered it all in silence, weighing his options carefully. On one hand, he was still hesitant about sharing his space with these things.

But on the other hand, they would be guarding his dreams, which was exactly what he needed. And their "mother" seemed trustworthy enough to make him take things further.

"I want to see the contract first," he stated thoughfully, adding after a small break of suspance "If I like its terms, I'm ready to sign."

And she already did, everything was in his laptop now. So Robert checked his emails, finding the contract attached.

He opened the PDF with a single click and began reading, his eyes scanning each word for any potential loopholes or hidden meanings.

After a few minutes of reading, he let out a sigh and printed it out, signing it before scanning it and sending it back to her along with a brief message:

"I agree to the terms, please start the installation as soon as possible. RF"

Since their call had ended just a couple of minutes before he could have finished to read it all.

Afyer that, the proceedings began and the young woman asked him a couple of personal questions, plus an address before reporting to him the date and the hour of the delivery.

'To: Robert Fischer, NYC'

Android n. 0.0'

[sugar-omi]

im reading an article about masahisa fukase, who took pictures of his wife every day she left the house. (the book is called "from window"), because i saw *this tweet and started reading replies which led to me reading the article where it explains she divorced him and how he went into a coma for 20 years, where she visited him twice every month.

and let me quote this part to you

He died in 2012, having been in a coma for 20 years following a near-fatal fall down the stairs of his favorite bar in 1992.

Yoko visited him twice a month throughout his long limbo - though, heartbreaking, he would have been unaware of her presence. "He remains part of my identity," she said, adding: "With a camera in front of his eye, he could see; not without."

it also says that he wished to control yoko, and also the world, by taking pictures. hoping to freeze time. and.. imagine this, specifically this quote and fukase's wish, with baxter.

baxter who is so helplessly in love with you. he loves you so much, that he takes every chance to capture your beauty.

he loves every picture of you.

but he's so obsessed with time. with mortality. with you.

he's missed out on so much during his younger years. pulling away from everyone who did love him, pulling away from those who reached out their hand to him.

mostly kept away from genuine, friendly people. they always knew how to pull him in, he was a sucker for kindness and genuineness. like you and your friends, or like qiu, tama, and ren.

tried to please his parents at times, mostly tried to rebel and irritate them. and succeeded, even when he wasn't trying.

so many years wasted.. hiding and running from life's simple pleasures. from friendship and companionship

that's why he keeps taking pictures of you, keeps trying to capture the world in a still state. because maybe. if it freezes for long enough. he can catch up...

but also, if you're always willing to be his muse. always a subject of his work.. then he still has control of himself. his life.

you're a constant. something that always happens without fail.

without fail, before you go to your destination, you're at the bottom of your window, posing for him. making a face. shouting at him.

even if you're upset at him.. you wait under the window while he takes that picture, a frown deep on your lips.

it's not much, but he still has something always in the palm of his hand. and that's you waiting at the bottom of the window.

but he loves you. God he loves you so much. some days you don't take pictures from through the window, he's too sick to get out of bed or he's gone ahead of you.

some days you're upset with him, or running late, and the only picture he takes is your frame running for the bus, the edges of your silhouette fuzzy and blurred.

but he still has pictures of you on your date the next night, and he has pictures of your bare form the night before yesterday.

but he's so busy looking through the camera... changing the setting, wiping his lense, and sorting his photos. that he doesn't notice when summer turns to winter. or winter into next spring. doesn't notice the new lines on your forehead or how your fingers sometimes shake when trying to open a jar

doesn't notice the gray in his hair. not the.. deep gray of his natural hair. but the light gray strikes that turn to ribbons of gray and white.

doesn't notice how dull his wedding ring is from years of wear and lack of polishing. doesn't notice how his favorite dress shoes have scratches and scuffs along the side and tip of the shoe

doesn't notice that his dinner is cold. doesn't notice that you don't hug him back when you go to sleep. doesn't notice your lipstick doesn't stain his cheek when he sleeps, or that your hoodie is too heavy and big on his shoulders.

only notices when the sunlight from the window hits your face perfectly, and he sees the age.

only when you don't smile or tease or shout at him from below the window like before.

only when you ate before him, telling him you couldn't wait for him to take pictures. when you stop talking to him so cheerily. when you stop looking at him with admiration and love, with awe whenever he holds the camera so expertly and insists on having you as his muse

he compares the photos from your youth and he sees happiness, he sees love, and life and he sees his whole world.

now, in some photos, he sees tiredness and aching, defiance. irritation. boredom, even...

your back is to the camera more than before. when you are facing it, your chin is tilted towars your book, or your eyes are closed, sleeping in your fluffy king bed. the light doesn't bounce off your ring like it used to.

the ones of you smiling, laughing at him from the other side, makes his heart thump and clench. he's racing.

but in others you look tired of the camera. your lips aren't frowned, but they aren't smiling either. and your eyes are heavy, not with lust or mischief or drowsiness. it's exhaustion, but it's the mental kind. it's the kind where you're at the end of your rope with this camera forever at the other end of your table

you don't see your husband

you see a camera. the damn camera that haunts you nightly and daily.

of course, there are ones where you smile. you're not entirely miserable.

but instead of seeing his beloved muse, his darling spouse. his hearts treasure.

he sees his treasure on display. in their pretty glass case in the middle of the showroom. he sees a ballerina trapped in her music box, forever spinning to the same tune.

he sees Mona Lisa looking at him through her frame, smiling and revered.

he tries to pull you from that painting. putting on his scuffed dress shoes and that same brown suit from your first date, he sets himself on the other end of you. not the camera.

he can't help but think of how the low lighting of the restaurant would suck to take pictures in right now. that he needs his setup, and he wonders if they'd be willing to let him bring all that to capture the moment here...

but you're twinkling. like you're afraid to sparkle but too enthused not to.

he swallows around the urge to capture time claws at his throat. it's beating down the door to his chest and he's trying to keep it from his aching heart.

he does try.

but when you run ahead to see the ducks on the lake, floating on top of the pearly lake, he can't help that his phone camera finds your form

it's not nearly as good as a real camera. it's pixelated and fuzzy. he has to step closer to get more details

but it's worth it, the way your face is bright and the way the wind blows is unusually perfect, shards of light slip through the cracks of thick leaves overhead

and when you turn your head, wanting him to see the family of ducks on the water, you don't mind the phone in his hand.

if you step into the frame for a moment, return to the stage of your music box, it's okay. because today was beautiful. it was so beautiful.

you sat in bed with him, the only thing between you two, the thin bedsheets and the breakfast tray. and the sand is still between your toes, and your feet are terribly dry from dipping into the sea.

baxter retracing the steps of your second meeting, plus a few extra stops to new establishments youve been waiting to enter, new mueseums and front row to your favorite theater show.

and his hand solid in yours, his eyes stuck on you like glue... so it's okay to let him pet your cheek and kiss you in the middle of this park.

because your heart is beating again with excitement, and you're thrilled with how much you had fun today.

and the next time, when he plans a sudden getaway trip for you two.

it's okay if he points the camera at you. because when you're bored, or teasing, or angry at him. you snatch it from his hands and now you're staring back at pictures of his porcelain face. with the filter on, you notice a new beauty mark under his eye easily, but you never needed it to know. but he did.

and you tuck the only picture he let you keep of his irritated face into your nightstand once you're home, you stick it under the one of him shielding his eyes from the sun and when you open thay drawer, the only thing you see is the top of his head and the birds in the sky.

there's thrills. there's always been moments of thrills. that's why youre in the frame, that's why you're his muse.

but when the day is dull. and most days are dull. some days, a couple more than you'll admit, you are tired of the camera.

some days, you want to smash that camera. smash the camera and bang your fists against his chest, slap his cheeks until he sees without the lenses.

but then he grabs the camera, and he parts your knee for you. tucks that hair behind your ear. folds the cuff of your jeans the way he wants. clasps his jewelry on your neck or wrist

and then you pick up the frame, and immortalize the moment, because even though your heart aches. and aches greatly. you love how he looks at you. how he captures your every move as if you haven't done it a hundred times before...

[eddiemadmunson]

Angel chapter 6

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 5, 000

Warnings:  dirty talk, oral sex (m receiving), choking, sex (p in v), cheating

A/N: English is not my first language.

Aemond is 20, Helaena, Aegon and Y/N are 22, Jason Lannister is 25

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne​  @aemondsdoll​ @schniiipsel​  @okfashionista​ @zillahvathek​ @teranya​ @tempo-rary-fix​ @reneki​  @moonmaiden1996​ @padfooteyes​ @nina2697​ @ryswritingrecord​ @iiamthehybrid​, @justsumtuffstuff​ @aemonds-wifey​ @blacpiink​, @devotedlythoughtfulanchor​, @namelesslosers​​ @gibbsgirl7​​ 

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5

Next chapter will be the big final 😁

It has to be today. Today you will break up with Jason. It’s the right time. You were already decided and after sleeping with Aemond you were more than sure that you needed to end things with Jason. You realized what everybody around you has been telling you for months. You were not in love with him, and you probably have never been in love with him. And honestly, you started to think that he felt the same. When you came back from the bathrooms, looking guilty as hell, he wasn’t there anymore. Hel told you that he left 10 minutes ago. He had an important phone call from his work and he had to leave, leaving you there with your bestie to give you a ride home. You just spent 20 minutes in the bathroom fucking Aemond and he didn’t even notice. His work was always the most important thing in his life. 

So, that was the reason why you were standing in front of Lannister Corp. now. Your hands were sweaty and you tried to practice your break up speech once again. You took a deep breath and walked inside. It was lunch break and he should be in his office. He always had his lunch delivered there from his favorite Chinese or Thai restaurants. Weirdly his secretary Cersei wasn’t behind her desk. You were happy about it, she was very strict older woman and she never let you in to see him without you having an appointment with him. Which was ridiculous, he was your boyfriend for Christ’s sake. You softly knocked and stepped inside his enormous office. “Jason, sorry to bother you we need to talk...” you started gently but froze when you saw the scene in front of you. Jason wasn’t alone at his office. He was there with some woman, who was currently sitting on his lap and kissing him passionately while playing with the buttons of his white dress shirt. “What is this? Who is this woman?” you asked him, your voice dangerously calm and low. “What are you doing here, you are not supposed to come here at this time of a day?” he frowned, looking more annoyed than guilty that you found him here in this compromising position.  “Who is this woman, babe? Why is she talking to you like this?” the woman asked him, looking even more confused than you.  “Don’t worry about it, honey. I will take care of it,” he smiled softly and kissed her forehead. You noticed a diamond engagement ring on her finger before he roughly pushed you outside his office.  “What the fuck is this? She is engaged, Jason!?” you yelled at him, when he closed the door behind you. Sure, you were acting like a biggest hypocrite right now, you were also cheating on him, but at least Aemond was single without any commitments. “Yes, she is engaged. She is engaged to me,” he said with a cruel smirk. “What did you just say?” you gasped in complete shock. “Me and Rebecca has been together for 4 years. She will become my wife next summer,” he added and studied your shocked face. How could he do something like this to you? You felt guilty about cheating on him, you barely sleept this night, wanting to end this as soon as possible to spare him the pain and humiliation and he has been cheating on you since the very first day of your relationship? No, scratch that, he was cheating on his future wife with you, you were the other woman. You were his mistress. Suddenly it all started to make sense. He never took you at public places, so people couldn't see you two together and say it to his girlfriend. And this whole time you just thought that he is very private person.  “I don’t understand it. We are together for more than a year!! How could you hide it for so long? Does my mother know about Rebecca?” you fired questions on him.  “No, she doesn’t know a thing, she lives in her little fantasy world where you are future Mrs. Lannister and she is rich,” he snorted like if it was the most ridiculous idea in the world.  “And how did I keep this a secret for so long? Well, unlike you, Y/N, I am discreet about people I fuck,” he added with venom in his voice. “What?” you gulped. Could he really know about you and Aemond?  “You are not really as subtle about your lover as you think,” he barked. “You know about him? It was only a onetime thing,” you said, feeling guilty even though you just found out, that he is much worse than you. “Of course I know about it, I thought that you are better than this. But no, you are like every other whore in that school, falling for Aegon Targaryen and his charms,” he was so furious that he was almost spitting on your face as he was talking. What? He still thinks that you are having an affair with Aegon? You laughed at him and he looked like if he really wants to hit you. ‘ “Is that funny, to you?” he looked at you with disgust. “Yeah, very funny. Aegon has never touched me like this”. “Don’t lie, you little slut. I saw you walking from the bathrooms yesterday, you looked like someone who was just fucked. Only a few moments later Aegon walked out with his sex hair and smug smile on his stupid, ugly face,” he shouted and you really had to laugh at the coincidence. Aegon probably fucked that blonde bombshell in the men’s bathroom while you were with Aemond in the Ladies bathroom. And Jason was stupid enough to not notice that you walked from the different doors.  “You know what? Think whatever you want. I don’t give a fuck. We are over. I don’t want to see you again,” you wanted to end this sick charade as soon as possible, go home, call Helaena and tell her about this absurdity.  “Fine with me. I was about to dump your boring ass, anyway,” he shrugged.  “Boring? You call me boring?” you snorted. “You are the most boring person I know Jason Lannister. You are snobbish, stupid, selfish and you suck in bed, big time,” you shouted at him, not caring about who will hear you. “It felt differently when you were moaning under me like a whore,” he laughed. “I was faking it, you idiot. But you know what? Someone gave me an earth shattering orgasm last night, and it certainly wasn’t you,” you shouted at his face and stormed out of the office, feeling sick of looking at his face any longer.  

When you told Hel about all of this she was happy, that you are no longer dating that moron, but she was also very angry that he was making fool out of you for months. And she had the perfect opportunity for you to forget about Jason and have a rebound sex. She and Aegon had a birthday and of course they threw a big party at their house. It was more Helaena’s party than Aegon’s. You knew that he will stay for few hours with his twin and family and disappear around 6PM to have his own more wild party with his friends. He invited you to his other party, but you gently declined the invitation. It was getting late, Aegon was already gone, and you were sulking in the garden. Hel was in the middle of everything, talking with everyone that she barely had a time to try to hook you up with one of her or Cregan’s hot friends. You tried to avoid her as much as possible. You didn’t want a one night stand with some random guy. You weren’t really sad about the break up. You felt angry and humiliated but not sad, and you didn’t need revenge sex.

Aemond kept ignoring you the whole afternoon and you hated to admit that it made you more upset than the whole situation with Jason. He spent most of the afternoon around the grill with his uncle Daemon, who was hot as hell for his age, seriously, what was with the Targaryen men? Why were they all so hot?When he wasn’t chatting with Daemon he kept glancing on his phone and furiously typing something. He acted like nothing happened between you two. He barely acknowledged your presence. It felt like the old times when you were just his sister’s friend who he barely registered. It hurt you more than you were willing to admit. This was what you wanted, he stopped bothering you, flirting with you or trying to get into your pants. He already fucked you, so he lost interest. You expected it will happen, so why you were so sad? Suddenly he bolted from his chair and disappeared in the house. Few seconds later you heard his bike roaring in the yard. He left the party without a word, probably going to fuck one of his fan girls. Fuck, you were screwed because you felt tears in your eyes after this realization.

The more you were thinking about it the angrier you got; at yourself for slowly falling for Aemond and at him for messing up your life like this. That asshole even had the audacity to steal your panties. Your best pair of panties you must say. The whole set cost you a fortune and you wanted them back. And this was the perfect opportunity to get them from his room, while he was gone. You looked at Helaena who was distracted by Cregan’s tongue in her mouth, and you quickly made your way inside the house. You tiptoed to Aemond’s room and quickly slid inside. You didn’t dare to turn on the lights, but the moon was shining brightly this night, so you could see the outlines of his room. You have been inside couple times when you were younger and you played hide and seek, so you had an idea how is the furniture positioned there. You slowly walked to his bed, looking under his pillow and blanket. The idea of him sleeping with your panties under his pillow made you strangely aroused. You quickly shook your head and kept your focus on a given task. You didn’t find your panties there, but his pillow smelled so much like him that you had to pick it up and smell it for a few moments.  You walked from his bed toward his chest of drawers, stopping at the door for a moment, carefully listening if someone wasn’t outside. When you only heard muffled voices from downstairs you slowly continued your search party. You quickly opened the first drawer and only found leather gloves for his bike. You closed it and moved to the next one, it was filled with socks, you quickly rummaged through it, knowing that he wouldn’t let your panties lie on top of it where his mother could find them. You blushed when you opened the third drawer. It was full of his underwear and you gulped, suddenly feeling like a creep. You hesitantly searched the drawer, making decision that you should leave as soon as possible. You closed the drawer when you noticed a movement at the dark corner of the room. You froze as you noticed a dark figure sitting on the leather chair. You hadn’t noticed him earlier, because the moonlight wasn’t falling on the corner and your eyes weren’t so accustomed to the darkness like they were now. “Are you looking for this, angel?” he asked and twirled your panties on his finger. You could hear the taunting smirk in his voice even though you couldn’t see his face clearly. You couldn’t move a muscle, you felt like a mouse caught in the trap by a big fat cat. “Did cat got your tongue, Y/N?” he mocked you and as your eyes got used to the darkness in the corner of his room, you started seeing more of the scene in front of you. He was sitting in his big leather armchair in the corner, you knew from Helaena that he likes to sit there and read his books and text books. He was sitting there, his legs wide open, his hair down, and you weren’t sure but it seemed like if he took off his eyes patch. How the hell was this possible, you saw him leaving an hour ago and he didn’t come back before you stepped inside the house? “What are you doing here?” you barely whispered. It was a stupid question, considering that you were standing in his room right now. “Waiting for you, angel,” he smirked and he looked like some kind of dangerous assassin, lurking in the darkness of the room. He really was dangerous, dangerous for your fragile heart, which was beating fast at this moment. You felt the adrenaline running through your veins. You knew that you should get out of here as quickly as possible. There were people in the house, his mother Alicent was probably downstairs in the kitchen, you could easily run away from him, but you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think straight, not while he was looking at you with a predator gaze in his blue eye. You caught a glint of something blue in his other eye. You heard rumors about him having a prosthetic sapphire eye, but you have never seen him without his eye patch before. “Come here,” he ordered and you found your legs moving on their own accord towards him. You stopped before him, for once being the one who looks at him from above. “Give me my panties back, Aemond,” you demanded, but your voice was above a whisper. “If you want them so badly, you need to earn them, angel,” he smirked and patted his leg. “Sit,” he ordered and you obeyed him against your better judgment. “I saw you leaving,” you accused him. “Did you?” he smiled slyly. “Where did you go?” you asked him. “None of your business, nosy little angel,” he said mysteriously and wrapped his long arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You gasped as you felt the outline of his cock under your ass. “She couldn’t be fully satisfied when you are back so quickly,” you said sarcastically and he gave you a knowing smirk. “Are you jealous, angel?” he said lowly against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “No, of course not,” you said quickly, trying to ignore his thumb making circles on your exposed skin between your shorts and tank top. “Liar, you are green with jealousy. You don’t give a fuck about your panties, you just wanted an excuse to see me again, or at least sneak into my room and sniff at my pillow,” he teased you and bit the top of your ear playfully while you blushed wildly. “I am not jealous. We are not together, we only fucked once in the bathrooms, it was a typical meaningless quickie, you can fuck whoever you want, I don’t care,” you stubbornly insisted on your answer as you tried to convince him and yourself. “You see, that’s the problem, angel,” he sighed and quickly manhandled you so you were straddling his lap. His hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you closer to him, so you were staring right at his eyes. The rumors were right, there was a sapphire blue stone placed in his eye socket and it looked so fucking beautiful. “I can’t,” he growled and you rose up your eyebrows in confusion. “I can’t fuck or touch anyone else. Since that day when you almost cum on my tongue on our kitchen table I haven’t been able to even look at or touch another woman. It’s you who is constantly on my mind. I think that you bewitched me, angel,” he confessed and you watched him with eyes wide open. “I had to hop on my motorcycle and take a little ride around the block or I would have to bend you over the table in front of my whole family and fuck you raw. You look so fucking sexy in these short shorts, showing your perfect little ass to everyone around, it’s a warm night but I could still see your nipples standing under your top and begging for my attention”. He flipped your nipple with his thumb and you whimpered. “Naughty girl, walking around my house, dressed like this. Provoking me every time you bent over to pick up something and showing me your ass or cleavage,” he pinched your nipple and you rocked your hips against his lap, finding him already hard for you. “What is it, you needy little thing? Rubbing your cunt against my cock already? You want me to fuck this tight pussy, again, hmm?” he hissed in pleasure as you grinded on him again, harder this time. He awoke the side of you you never knew that existed. “If you want my cock in your pussy so much, you little slut, you need to earn it,” he smirked wickedly at you. “On your knees, little angel,” he released your throat. You could easily just hop off his lap and go back to the party like if nothing happened, but his confession about not being able to touch anyone else awoke something inside you. You wanted him, it was hopeless to deny that now, you wanted him since you were a teenage girl and your horny crush turned into something you were scared to call love yet. Was it even possible for him to love you back? He could be lying to you about everything. Maybe you are doing the biggest mistake and you will end up with your heart broken. But you knew one thing about Aemond, he wasn’t a liar or pretender. He was acting like a dick and said hurtful things to people but he never let anyone believe that he likes them if that wasn’t the truth.  “Could you sit little bit closer to the edge, please,” you asked him, expecting him to laugh at you. “OK, angel, but only because you said please, like a good girl?” he smirked and sit closer to the edge with you still sitting on his lap. You started unbuttoning his shirt, waiting for him to stop you or push you on the floor, but he remained silent, watching your every move with lust filled eye. You undid the last button and opened his dark shirt, revealing his chest and muscled abdomen to you. You sighed happily at the sight in front of you. The moonlight gave him almost ethereal look. You started kissing his long neck, sucking at the pulse point, hearing him gasp which only spurred your actions. You placed opened mouth kisses down his throat to his chest, your nails scratched over his tight abs while your tongue circled his hard nipple. “Such a fucking tease, angel,” he groaned. You smirked and sucked his nipple into your hot mouth while squeezing the other between your fingers. “I said on your knees you little vixen, stop fucking teasing me!” he groaned and you knew that you were so close to crossing line when his patience will run out with you. You slowly slid between his spread legs and he fucking loved the sight in front of him. You started kissing you path down his stomach to the top of his black jeans. You slowly undid the top button and pulled down the zipper carefully. His cock was straining against the zipper and you didn’t want to hurt him. He raised his hips slightly so you could take off his pants. You were greeted by his hard cock. He didn’t wear any underwear under it. It hit the underside of his belly and you didn’t hesitate and licked him from the base to the leaking head while looking into his eye. “Fuck, angel!” he moaned and you felt your pussy throb at the sight. You took him into your hand, stroking him slowly, loving the deep breaths he had to take to stay relatively calm. You rubbed his length, getting the pre-cum from the tip and smearing it all over his thick shaft. You licked the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein with your tongue, while your fist played with his leaking head.  “Fucking hell, angel!! I am gonna fuck you so hard, for torturing me like this,” he threatened and you finally opened your mouth and took him inside. He cursed loudly as you took as much of his dick inside your mouth as possible. Your hand played with the rest of his dick you couldn’t fit in.  “Fuck, that’s it, what a good fucking girl,” he groaned you moaned around him, loving his praise. You started bobbing your head up and down his cock, sucking on his head every time you reached it. He tossed his head back and you loved to have this kind of power over him. You hollowed your cheeks, swirled your tongue around his thick length.  “If you keep going like this, I will cum down your throat, angel,” he warned you but you didn’t stop. “You want that, don’t you? You want to swallow my cum, like a good little girl,” he purred the last words, realizing how much you love his praise.  He fisted your hair into a makeshift ponytail and forced you to go deeper down his cock, making you gag around him as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “Look at you, choking on my dick,” he groaned at the feeling and you tried your best to breathe through your nose while your mouth was full of his thick cock. You reached for his balls, fondling them in your hands and his hips bucked up involuntarily, forcing himself deeper down your throat.  “You have been warned, angel. Swallow it all like a good girl,” he growled and painted your throat with spurt after spurt of thick cum. You did your best to swallow it all but it was too much and you felt a trickle of his cum running down your chin. You released his cock and licked his dripping cum from your lips. You looked so hot doing that he felt his cock throb again. “Get rid of these shorts and panties and come here, angel,” you hooked your fingers on the hem of you panties and slowly dragged them down your legs, swaying your hips seductively while doing that before you straddled him again. He reached for your chin and pick up the remains of his cum that your tongue couldn’t reach. You grabbed his hand by the wrist and sucked his thumb into your mouth.  “So greedy to taste more of my cum, angel,” he smirked and moved his wet thumb from your lips to your clit and grinned when he felt how wet you were. “Awww, I don’t need you to wet my fingers, you are dripping for me. Is this all just from sucking my dick, angel? Are you this horny? Your pathetic boyfriend still didn’t fuck you?” he teased you and circled your clit agonizingly slowly. “I no longer have a boyfriend,” you leaned closer and whispered into his ear. Your soaked pussy rubbed against his flaccid cock, which was slowly getting hard again.   “What happened in the paradise?” he smirked but you could see gleeful joy in his eye. “He is a scum, I really don’t want to talk about Jason now,” you said and kept dragging your wet pussy over his cock. “I see, you rather soak my dick with your juices, don’t you, my little slut?” he watched you as you were rubbing yourself against him. You felt him getting hard under you quickly and you raised your hips, ready to take him in. But he grabbed you under your throat again. “Easy, angel. I am in charge here,” he smirked when you pouted your lips. “Aemond, please,” you begged him as your pussy was clenching around nothing. “Please what, Y/N? Speak your mind!”he watched you with sadistic pleasure in making you suffer like this. “Please, fuck me. Please, I need it, I need you. Please, baby,” you whimpered and he fucking love to hear you beg for him like this. He reached between your bodies and stroked his once again rock hard cock. He teased your clit with the tip of it. “What did you just call me, angel?”he groaned and kept teasing your aching clit. “Baby?” you blushed when you realized that you used a very affectionate pet name but he seemed to like it. You felt the tip of his cock in your entrance and you rocked your hips, trying to push him further. He smacked your ass and you yelped in surprise. “I said that I am in charge, my naughty little angel,” he smirked and smacked your ass again, earning another yelp from you which sounded more like a moan. “Hmm, maybe you like being punished,” he studied your face as his hand slapped your ass once again. “Aemond, please,” you tried again, frustrated tears already forming in your eyes. “I can edge you for hours, Y/N. It would be quite a lovely sight, to see you crying in frustration, your pussy soaking wet but empty,” he kept teasing you and you were losing your mind. “Aemond, don’t be cruel. Please, I want to feel your big cock inside my pussy stretching me real good, please baby, give it to me,”he has never heard you talking like this, hearing his little angel talking dirty like this send a new rush of blood to his dick. “Well, since you beg so nicely, Y/N,” he slowly sank you on his cock and you both groaned at the feeling of him filling you completely. He gave you few moments to get use to his size in this position.  “Ride me, angel,” he commanded and you happily obeyed. You started bouncing on his cock slowly. He took off your top and bra and you moaned when you felt his large hands on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh. “Faster,” he growled and pinched your nipples to spur your movements. You placed your hands on his shoulders for support and started to fuck yourself fast and hard on his cock. He captured your lips in bruising kiss, his hands moved from your breasts to your hips, helping you to keep riding him even faster. You knew you will have bruises there the next day and you couldn’t care less. “So good, so fucking good,” he murmured against your ear and you groaned in agreement. “You feel so good inside me, I am gonna cum soon, Aemond,” you whined as he started fucking into you faster from below.  “A-a-a-a-mond?” you whined loudly, feeling your walls pulsing around his cock. “Cum for me, angel, I want you to cum on my cock now,” he demanded and you happily obeyed. The orgasm hit you both like a train and he quickly placed a hand on your mouth so your loud moan won’t echo through the whole house. “Fuck, angel. I need to get you somewhere where you can scream my name as loud as you want. I want to hear you scream for me,” he said breathlessly as you fell into his arms, absolutely spent. “Now tell me, why did you break up with that imbecile, not that I am complaining,” he asked curiously. “There were many other reasons, but I found out that he cheated on me, or better say he was cheating on his fiancée with me,” you admitted and Aemond frowned. “Yes, he had a fiancée called Rebecca for 4 years and I have never noticed. Go on call me stupid and naive,” you sighed, feeling defeated. “Yes, you are very naive, angel. But he is a scum,” he said angrily and you looked up at him. He really looked angry. “Did you say that his fiancée’s name was Rebecca? Rebecca Tyrell?” he smirked darkly and you didn’t understand why he looks so pleased. “I guess. He didn’t introduce us. Why are you smiling like a Satan?” you questioned him. “Because Aegon is fucking his dear Rebecca for the last 4-5 months,” he explained and you watched him for few moments in disbelieve and then you started laughing loudly. “Is it really that funny, angel?” he raised his eyebrow. “Oh yes, it is. This whole time he was accusing me of cheating on him with your brother, but in fact it was his future wife who was fucking him,” you kept giggling and he watched you with unreadable expression. When your laughter slowly died he took your chin between his fingers and forced you to look into his eye. “You might find the idea of fucking Aegon funny, but I don’t want to see you around my brother, angel. Are we clear? You are mine and he likes to steal what is mine!” he looked vulnerable like this. You heard rumors about a girl name Alys who was dating Aemond in high school and he really loved her but Aegon seduced her and Aemond pushed her away from him after her betrayal and since that day he turned into a heartless fuck boy.  “I have no desire to fall for your brother’s charms, Aemond. I know Aegon for years, he fucks anything that moves, I have no desire to be another notch on his bedpost,” you assured him, leaning closer to kiss him when you heard loud banging on the door. “If you two are done, I want to talk to you Y/N. Alone!!” Helaena shouted from behind the doors and you gulped. This will be a very awkward conversation...

 Part 7 (final) coming soon

[countrymusiclover]

19 - Targaryen Sisters Finally Clash

Part 20

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Flying over the green land I ended up hiding us behind one of the tall hills still with a good view of the army. Squinting my eyes tightly I could see some form of people on horseback charging at the army. But they seemed crazier than the one we had knowing that we were in trouble. “Mommy, what are we going to do out here?” My son asked me while he slid down her dragon tail helping his sister down.

“You two are going to stay right here. While I do what I can to protect our home.” I told him with a very stern voice.

Luciya pointed her index finger out towards the distance gaining my attention to the battlefield. “Daddy’s on a white horse.” She was in fact right because I saw the single horse galloping across the field.

Resting a hand to my ring necklace for comfort I knew Jaime could handle them until a familiar shriek came from the skies making me curse under my breath. “Seven hells. Please don’t be all three of them.”

Amethyst made a noise seeing the same creature I do. Shifting my gaze down to the ground I had her shoot up into the sky seconds before my Targaryen sister set them on fire. Flying through the clouds I saw our army had brought the giant crossbows. Men were screaming before I lifted my head up seeing Dany riding her dragon burning a section of wagons turning everything into a bloodbath underneath us. She nearly hit Jaime until I had my dragon bolt in her direction shouting in Valyrian. “Draycrays!”

My sister swung her dragon out of the way avoiding my attack. She flew up higher seeing me and Amethyst before she blew fire at us. Gripping her scales, my dragon does a flip in a barrel roll and accidentally sets fire to some of the lion soldiers. “Land - land - ugh! That’s a good girl.” ” I gripped her, tugging her in the opposite direction, getting her to land a few feet away, seeing most of the stuff on fire.

My eyes were forced to remain focused on everything on fire with people screaming in agony taking me back to the years my father was alive. “Vaella, what are you doing out here?” Tyrion’s voice rang in my ears.

“Coming to rescue my husband and stop my sister from taking siege of Casterly Rock. What the hell are you doing here?”

My dwarf friend responded, seeing me scowl at his words. “I am following the Queen I support in taking back the Iron Throne. She’s doing what she thinks is right.”

“Will she kill Jaime if she gets her hands on him? Will she kill me?”

He lowered his gaze. “Both are possible. I tried to talk her out of it but-“

“Shut your mouth! I will not let anyone hurt the people I love. I’ve lost too much in my life already ... .my brother was right I should’ve disappeared better like he attempted with Lyanna.” I felt tears welling in my eyes thinking back on the night I got to hear his plan to flee the city for good and had his sights set on Dorne.

Rhaegar dragged me through one of the passageways of the Red Keep until I could see that we were sneaking into the streets of Kings Landing. It was common for him, but not for me. “What are we doing out here? I’ve never been - where are we going?” I was what some would whisper a tower princess.

“I needed somewhere beside the castle to tell you something important without fear of fathers spies hearing our conversations.” My brother finally explained by the time we had snuck up onto one of the old tavern rooftops where no one would find us unless we talked rather loud.

Holding the hood of my black cloak over my head I questioned him. “What do you need to tell me, brother?”

“I am going to be leaving soon. I intend to run away with Lyanna Stark, the woman I truly love.”

“Rhaegar!” I raised my voice clasping my hands over my mouth terrified someone had heard me. I slowly lowered my hands changing my tone to a whisper. “Have you lost your mind? You’re already wed and she is promised to Robert Baratheon.”

He put his hands on my shoulders trying to calm my nerves down. “I know the risks. But I can’t stay married to a woman I don’t love.”

“What about the throne? You’re our fathers heir. Viserys is only seven years old. He can’t run an entire realm if father dies.” I pushed his hands away, running my fingers through my hair.

Rhaegar raised his hands up. “I’m sorry, Vae. I don’t want to be a prince anymore. I want real love and a family in the countryside with her.”

“Is there any way I can talk you out of this?” I asked with very little hope.

He shakes his head no sending me a half smile where I knew he would never push the love for Lyanna away from that day on. “I’m sorry but no, dear sister. If you want a simple life like me you should run with me. You should do whatever it takes to keep you and your loved one safe.”

I got drawn away from my memory hearing a spear bolt fly up and strike Dany’s dragon causing it to let out a wounded cry in agony. Shifting my gaze out onto the fiery field I noticed it was Bronn who had fired the hit. Men around us along with horses were burning from fire. Wagons were destroyed and I suddenly realized that this would be a nightmare for Jaime. He may not see the same danger from me but he definitely sees it in the Dragon Queen. "Tyrion, we have to stop her. She'll kill everyone in the Lannister army."

"She wants to be a different queen. She wants to stop the wheel." He looked up at me before Amethyst released a call out to me. Turning my head in her direction I could see Jaime and his white horse focused on the dragon and its queen who had now crashed onto the ground.

Slowly walking towards Amethyst I prayed he didn't do something stupid. Only another dragon could beat another dragon. "Jaime, in the name of the gods, don't do anything."

"Flee you idiot." His little brother mumbled beside me watching the dragon girl attempting to pull the bolt out of her dragon's side. The creature made some loud noises but she couldn't get it out on her own. I felt sorry for the creature as I climbed on Amethyst’s back. "Vaella, if you charge at her. Her dragon will kill you."

Resting my hands on her scales I felt the baby kick inside my belly. "If I do nothing and he charges, she will kill him." I hated to think that someone who shared my blood would kill people, similar to our father.

Focusing my eyes back onto Jaime I cursed under my breath seeing him start running forward on horseback grabbing a spear on the way charging at her. "You idiot. You fucking idiot!" Tyrion mumbled before I kicked her in the side and she shrieked shooting up into the sky.

Flying as fast as we could, I still wasn't close enough to him when the dragon turned its head. The dragon queen saw him moving out of the way before hers breathed fire. "Jaime!" I shouted at the top of my lungs seeing someone tackled him off his horse and into the water.

“Daddy!” Rhaegar and Luciya cried out as they ran on the ground from their hiding place that I had left them at, running to the spot that Jaime had been at with Danny’s about to open its mouth at them.

Amethyst dove down towards the ground blocking her body in front of my twins and Daenerys. Sliding down the dragon wing I stand in front of the three of them where I clutched my hands into fists at my sides shouting her name. “Daenerys! I will kill you if you lay a hand on my children.”

“How dare you threaten me. State your name so I may know the woman so bold to challenge me. I wasn’t even aware another dragon lived in Westeros.” My sister raised a brow standing a few steps before me.

Keeping my gaze locked onto the gaze of my sister. “My name is Vaella Lannister, formerly the daughter of Kings Aerys II and Rhaella Targaryen. I am your older sister. This is my dragon Amethyst and my children Luciya and Rhaegar.”

“When you say Lannister do you mean Jaime Lannister?” She asked me in a very cold tone.

Nodding my head slowly in agreement I never pictured this would be how I would finally be meeting my sister who I believed was dead. “Yes I do. What are you going to do to me now?”

“I Daenerys of House Targaryen, breaker of chains and mother of Dragons, seize you and the rest of your family as my prisoners.” My sister declared while I saw some of her army rushing over and drawing their weapons, aiming them around the four of us in a circle. Amethyst lowered her head when I sent her a look to not kill her, it was safer for all of our lives if we just cooperated with her commands.

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which fans finally have a big break and get one step closer to finding the one who helped amara imani shine again

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @lorarri @aechii

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THE HUNT HAS FINALLY COME TO AN END! After recent discoveries, fans have finally made their break-through in the amara search and found the new man in Amara Imani’s life. And surprisingly it’s none other than PSG-star player Kylian Mbappé. 

The Imani Nation (newest name of Amara Imani fans) were able to link the football player to the singer after deeply analysing her lyrics in her songs from her new album. And now that we think about it, Imani had made it really easy for us to find her man if we only listened well enough to her. 

Fans were able to detect that in her song “I think he knows”, the singer talks about her beloved living in 16th avenue, which happens to be the “rumoured” address of the star football player. And to make it even easier for us, Imani’s released single “Paris” practically tells us everything we need to know. 

We also have confirmation that Amara Imani was in attendance at a psg match against Ligue 1 side Toulouse. And not only did Paris win their match but highlight was of course Kylian Mbappe's new celebrations after scoring twice. The french player swayed away from his usual celebration and drew a heart with his fingers before firing it into the direction of the public stands. For his second goal, he had lifted his shirt where fans were able to read the phrase, “told you so,” which we all assume was directed at her. Whether this was them officialising their relationship is still unknown to us. 

What practically confirms their relationship though is the small soft launch that the couple did each on their side. Imani had accidentally posted a picture of a man, resembling Mbappé before deleting the story quickly— and that just minutes after Kylian Mbappé had posted a story of him at dinner with a girl. There’s also the dress that raises a lot of suspicion as we all recognise it from the award gala three years ago when it adorned Amara Imani’s body. 

Are we expecting the newest couple of the year?

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[loveloki555]

Emerald Bank - POV Amgar

The green tower at the very edge of the city glowed brightly as Amgar descended the ramp to the main doors. She was straightening her blue tunic, which she had told to washed, cleaned of all urban dirt, decorated with silver raspberry-shaped pins and added a glittery shine. The whole thing looked quite rich. On her head she wore a green velvet cap from Verturia - the latest fashion from the famous designer Tera. She had to present herself as best as possible to the members of the banking council.

Amgar came from the illustrious Franciallas banking family. The last of the family. She never met any of them. It was just a name and a story she knew. She had no foster family. She was raised by an institution for highborn orphans. Funds were withdrawn from her family accounts and sent to the best schools and best practices so that she could one day become a member of the banking council.

The council consisted of three councilors. Her seat was empty for 20 years while she trained and studied, and the bank was managed by the other two councilors. One of them was Rionel Srebrna, a famous seducer and participant in many scandals. The second was the aged Otto Xenic. They both disliked each other due to differences in their views on life, but they were professional enough to care for the legacy.

Amgar approached the door and pulled out a green card with a silver raspberry. She placed it against the scanner and went inside.

She was greeted by the sight of a blue carpet in a room with many windows. In the middle of the room there was a large bench with three thrones behind it. Her heart tightened in her chest as she looked at the silver throne with a raspberry engraved on it. She moved closer and touched the armrest. The silver was cold but comforting. For a moment she imagined her dead parents… would they be proud… or…

She opened her eyes to the creak of a door on the other side of the room. A bald man with yellow eyes in flowing black robes with intricate gold embroidery on the sleeves and chest entered. He wore gold, round earrings in his ears.

'Lady Amgar' bowed his head and approached her, offering a gesture of friendship. His fingers lifted her hand as he kissed the back of her hand. 'It's an honor to meet you, my name is Lord Otto Xenic.' His yellow eyes stared at her.

'It's an honor,' she replied quietly, noticing the ring on Lord Otto's finger. Ring - eavesdropping. Hardly anyone recognized them, they were of different shapes and patterns, but Amgar had the advantage in that she used to make such rings on commission… you can't mistake those few streaks that an inexperienced person would not notice… but she made such rings in dorm every week during teenage years.

'Beautiful ring,' she smiled.

'A family heirloom,' replied the unfazed lord.

Amgar took her seat, glanced again at the councilor next to her, and wondered why the bank lord had a ring to record conversations.

[aniah-who]

Because God is a Promise Keeper.

This is my boyfriend, Max— the guy who God had spoken to me about in the secret place and has been preparing me for for the past 3 years. This is who God has given me and he’s a pretty awesome bean. What God has spoken, what God has promised, will come to pass. None of His words will ever return to Him void, but will accomplish what He pleases and will prosper wherever He has sent it in the earth.

In April 2020, God told me I’d be getting married, and that year was full of many confirmations, though I didn’t yet know who my husband was.

In 2021, God told me who my husband was (Max), but I wavered in faith. I believed, then I doubted. Believed, doubted. Believed, doubted. And that doubt led to confusion, which God is not the author of.

In March 2022, full of frustration, I prayed to God about this one last time: “God, I’m tired of being confused. Please just make it clear to me. If Max is my husband, simply tell me yes or no; let the first page that I open to be “yes” or “no.” With confidence and desperation, I grabbed a Bible from my grandma’s closet, and with my eyes closed, opened it up. When I opened my eyes, the very first word that my eyes landed on was “yes” (Job 13 message translation). It was a little scary, but God left me amazed. From that day forward, I believed without wavering.

In March 2023, Max asked me to be his girlfriend, and I of course said yes.

Now it’s only a matter of time until we’re married just as God said we would be. When will it happen? That, I don’t know. But I believe God and I believe that I will see a performance of everything He’s ever promised me. Soon there will be a ring on my finger and I’ll be able to tell my full testimony of what God has done in my life regarding the promise of a kingdom marriage.

Who knows, maybe this time next year, I’ll be married.

I just wanted to share this for anyone who has been and still is waiting for God’s promise to come to pass in their life. He’s such a faithful God. It may seem like it’s been forever or that you’re never going to come out of the waiting room, but God is not slack concerning His promise, nor has He forgotten. Have faith in God and take advantage of your time in the waiting because God is still making the necessary arrangements and is adding in the last few touches. And in due time, you’ll see that the wait was worth it all along, because what God is about to do in your life will be exceeding abundantly above all that you could ask or think.

Isaiah 55:10-11 | KJV

10 For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:

11 So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

Ephesians 3:20-21 | KJV

20 Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,

21 Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen.

[princess-of-purple-prose]

[ID copied from alt: A drawing of Dipper and Mabel Pines re-imagined as 20 somethings. Dipper has basically the same haircut along with bushy eyebrows and a whispy goatee. Mabel has poofy bangs and a long side ponytail. They are both wearing sweaters that say "24". Dipper additionally has on a vest and Mabel has on a party hat.

Panicking and grabbing his face, Dipper says "25 next year. We're gonna be 25 next year. I cant be 25! I still eat SANDWICHES every night for dinner!" Concerned, Mabel gestures with her hands and says "Dipper, stop it! You're thinking about this all wrong!" The scene cuts to a close up of her face. She says "It's not-" Mabel clutches her chest in fear as she continues "Augh! I'm gonna be 25! The world is ending right before my eyes!" adding "It's-"

Mabel puts one arm around dipper and gestures out to the world with the other as she smiles and says "Wow! We're gonna be 25! How cool is that??" Dipper looks disgruntled, but doesnt say anything yet. Mabel turns her head toward dipper and says "We'll be the age of so many sitcom characters! Think of all the zany shenanigans we might get into!" Jaded, Dipper responds "Right. Because being a washed up wreck with a hectic love life is something I'm always aspiring towards"

Mabel frowns at him. Dipper looks away sorrowfully, he says "That was mean, I'm sorry. I'm just not really feeling it this time Mabel." Mabel's expression saddens. The scene switches to just Mabel. She rubs her temples and puts on a serious face while she thinks "Come on girl, think. There must be SOME way you can get through to him!" From off screen, Dipper says "I'm sorry Mabel, I didnt mean to ruin the birthday vibes. I just-"

Mabel closes her eyes and cuts him off, saying "Shhh, shhh shut up". She turns to him and points at him while yelling "BIMBO!"

Dipper looks away in confused discomfort. Blankly, he asks her "What?" Mabel throws up her hands while she says "Bimbo Baggy! Hot elf movie! You made me watch it because you said it would teach me life lessons!" The scene shifts to just Dipper. Smiling, he says "Oh, lord of the rings?" Off screen Mabel replies "Yeah! That one! How old are the characters in that?"

Dipper holds his chin and grins while he looks up into the air. He says "Well, I dont remember if they mention it in the movies, but if you read the books you find out the Hobbits' ages range from 29 to 50. Though for Hobbits their coming of age isnt until-" With a look of mild shock he says "30".

The scene shifts back to Mabel smiling sympathetically. She says "I have read the book. if being a 25 year old man is going to make you feel like you have to act all professional and serious and junk, maybe we should just be hobbits. Then maybe you can have fun like youre supposed to." Amused and touched, Dipper responds "Mabel, you dont have to trade away your sitcom era to be a hobbit with me."

Mabel smiles and shoots him a finger gun as she says "I never said it wouldn't be a hobbit sitcom. I'm gonna have relationship troubles with a hot elf who is cheating on me with an even hotter dwarf." End ID]

Cheers to everyone who is coming up on or has already entered their hobbit era! May the years bring you many new adventures! But be wary of hot elves!

And happy 24th birthday Dipper and Mabel!

[harutostablet]

Haruto locked the dorm door He didn't want anyone walking in during this call. Wig in place? Check. Contacts? Check. Trendy outfit? Check. He took a deep breath setup the call.

<Video Call> Uncle Kenji didn't leave him waiting like he he did some of his other clients. They were family after all.

Hatsumura Kenji was a man in his early fifties, with salt and pepper slicked back hair and a face that looked two steps away from the underworld. He wore gold framed, tinted glasses with what looked like diamonds across the brow. For as long as Haruto could remember he'd only seen Uncle Kenji wear flashy suits that reeked of money. Today was no different. The older man wore a silver suit with a shark skin sheen.

"There's my boy," Uncle Kenji waved ring covered fingers at the screen when Haruto's image appeared. The gold rings were also an Uncle Kenji staple. He was sure if the old man took them off there would be tan lines against the man's tanned skin.

In the background , Haruto could make out the floor length windows of Uncle Kenji's high rise office. From memory, he knew there was a large mahogany desk, plush leather chairs, a matching couch, all in a rich chocolate color. There were framed pictures of Uncle Kenji's success stories. People he'd made famous. He desk, free from most clutter had had a hand full of tokens. One was a picture frame with the Ono family that was over a decade old. "I knew you would give your old uncle a call. Performing is in your blood."

"Yeah," Haruto said softly. He never really had to say a lot when Uncle Kenji was around. "What happens now?"

The plush leather chair creaked as the older man leaned back. He brought his hands to form a pyramid with his fingertips. "Now I need something to market," he said . "Are you still writing those songs?"

"Yes Uncle," he said. Haruto wrote a handful of songs since he came to Mugen. Three of them were offerings at Obon.

"Good,"said Uncle Kenji. "How about you send me 50 or so in the next month?" he said in a light tone.

"How the hell am I going to give you fifty songs on a month?" Haruto gasped.

"You are a bright boy," the agent said. "Let's see, what else, what else?" he tapped his fingers to his lips in thought. The musician's eyebrow twitched.

"What do you mean what else?" Haruto asked.

"You, my boy, are not a one trick pony, We got good reviews from your debut in America but the people will want more. The problem isn't your talent Haruto," said Uncle Kenji. "You have that in spades. It that no one knows who you are. The world is flooded with millions of hopefuls busting their butts. Your name helps but we still need that extra push to get you above the rest. "

Haruto could only listen. He'd made it his life's work to stay out of the spot light. Now that he wanted to step into it there weren't enough bulbs. Wait, social media.

"Uncle what if I do another cover?" he said. "Not like the one I did in America, but something else. "

"It's going to have to be one hell of a cover Haruto," said Uncle Kenji. "The Internet is flooded with them. "

"I know," he said. He had to think of something fast. "What about a duet," he said. "A duet in a music video. Full story and everything." he added.

Uncle Kenji watched him. Even though a monitor it felt like he was being broken down into little pieces.

"Alright, "Uncle Kenji said clapping his hands together. "Let's shoot a video. I'll set it up. Have this other person's people hit me up and we will work out the details. " Haruto nodded. That wasn't so bad. Now he just needed to find someone for this magical duet.

"Thank you Uncle Kenji," he said bowing his head. When he looked back at the screen he was still being analyzed. "Uncle?"

"What changed your mind?" he asked. Haruto shrugged. He knew that wasn't enough.

"I have to do something with my life right?" the 20 year old said in an even tone. That appeared to be enough. Uncle Kenji smiled.

"That's my boy!" he leaned forward and pointed at the screen. "I knew, i knew! I told your father that you would not be one of those who just lived in your father's shadow. You, Haruto have an amazing talent. Get me those songs as soon as you can. Your name will hold some sway, that and the video, we will take over the world." Haruto bowed his head again.

Just be a candle and share it with the world,he thought. He could do that.

"Have a good day Uncle Kenji," he said

"You too Haruto," he said. " Study hard, and don't forget those songs." With that, the call ended.

<> As soon as the screen went blank, Haruto fell back on the bed rubbing his temples.

He needed fifty songs and a duet partner. Fuck, he thought.

[beyondcorner]

I love to see my favourites suffer so. Had to write this. This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written and I’m still learning how Tumblr works so bear with me. Rafayel’s story will follow!

Caleb at Zayne’s wedding.

The Dreaded Day

It had rained for days, but the sun was now shining straight through the clouds to Caleb’s living room. He sighed and clutched the invitation in his hands. Caleb had feared this day. His two best friends were getting married. He had hoped that something would intervene at the last minute, like some freaky Wanderer accident. Anything so he didn’t have to attend.

Caleb was standing beside a mirror dressed in his best suit that had always been a bit ill-fitting for him. Oversized suit jacket made his shoulders look even broader than usual. Caleb stretched both hands and the crumpled invitation fell to the floor. He took a deep breath and walked to the door before he could change his mind.

Despite all the odds, the day went by. Even the worst of them did. Caleb had felt sick to his stomach throughout the whole ceremony, but he could only smile and pretend everything was okay. He didn’t want to be here, but he knew this day meant everything to the only person he held dear.

“Congratulations, pip-squeak!” Caleb heard himself saying as he hugged the bride and lifted her up.

“Thanks”, pip-squeak said, and her laughter rang in his ears.

”Zayne”, Caleb added, nodding to the man after realizing Zayne was watching them closely. “You have a beautiful bride! You better be good to her or-“ Caleb started but closed his mouth quickly. Zayne and pip-squeak were looking at him with way too serious expressions on their faces. Caleb cleared his throat and laughed.

”She is more than capable of taking care of herself. I just. I always thought pip-squeak…” He began but decided to take the safest route.

“I always knew you two would be endgame. Again, congratulations to both of you”, Caleb said, briefly looking at them before turning his head to his right.

”Isn’t that aunt May? I had something to say to her”, he said and quickly walked away from the happy couple.

“Caleb, wait!” he heard soon after and turned to face the voice. It was pip-squeak, but this time she was all alone.

“We’ll always be us, you know?”, pip-squeak started. “This”, she said, first gesturing with her right hand to the patio around them and then waving her ring finger on the left, “doesn’t have to change anything.” There was a small pause before she continued:

”You do know you’ll always be my brother, and no one can take that away from us.”

However, he wanted to be more than just an adoptive brother. He wanted to throw away everything they had. He wanted to confess his feelings, burning and destroying everything and everyone so they could be together forever. But he was too late. He had been too late ever since he came back from the dead, and pip-squake and Zayne were already dating. He’ve had his chance for over 20 years of her life, but he never said anything. So he just smiled the best happy smile he could muster and answered, “I do”.

Angsty Fanfic/Headcanon Request

Anyone want to write up how each of the guys would react to being invited to MC's marriage to one of the other guys? For the heartache.

Apparently I just want to be in pain. 😅

Maybe a follow up, for healing sake, each guys' reaction to marrying MC.

[dre6ming]

Living for the hope of it all

“I stayed there” series ~ part VIII

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: smut 18+ <minors dni>, oral ( f receiving), fingering, cursing, strong language, body insecurities, alcohol, anxiety, angst, fluff…. Hope I got it all

Plot: how can you handle the paparazzi when you are just a regular girl? How can you let Austin fully in, when you think you aren’t worthy of him?

Word count: ~6500

Disclaimer: the article at the beginning is made up by me and I don’t believe any of what I said it there, but you get it, fiction . Also this is not proof read so please ignore any mistakes, I’m too tired to check for them now.

Is he still playing Elvis?

"The ‘Elvis’ actor , Austin Butler, is quick to jump from one girl to the next, similar to the king of rock and roll, the 30 year old actor seems to go through lovers so fast that the lines between each relationship blend.

Just the other day, Butler, was photographed in L.A. sharing steamy kisses with a mysterious girl. The two of them had a brief make out session in the stars car and then drove away together. These pictures come out at a time when the actor is still believed to be in a relationship with 20 years old, model Kaia Gerber.

Could Austin have gone too far in his role as Elvis? As we know Presley was a womanizer back in the day and was accused of many infidelities.

No official response has yet to come from Austin or Kaia and the mystery girl remains unidentified, but with how crazy the fans are over the whole ordeal we are sure that won't stay like this for long"

I feel the phone slipping from my hand, but the intercom in the airport announcing the flights, wakes me up and I clench my fingers around the device. This can't me real, but it sure as fuck is. Pictures of me and Austin kissing in his car, right before we drove out. My face is pretty much covered by my hair and Austin's hands, but as the article said, fans usually figure these things out, quite fast. My heart feels like it weights about 300 pounds in my chest. If my mom sees this, I'm done for. If they find out who I am, I'll have this all over me, paparazzi, crazy fans upset I took their chance. My whole career could be ruined. And what if the article speaks the truth, what if he lied? About him and Kaia? Oh god I'm so stupid. Fuck me!

I want to smash the phone on the pavement, jump on it and light it on fire. This article just destroyed everything and it reminded me I'm not enough. If I were a celebrity like him, this would've been water under the bridge, but I'm a commoner, I'm a nobody. I have to keep calm for today, this is Emma's and Betty's day, I have to be ok for them. I can fall apart after they leave for their trip to Bahli, tomorrow. I close the article and wonder if he's seen. Probably not yet, since it's 6am and he's probably sleeping.

Putting my phone on 'do not disturb' I put it at the bottom of my bag and scan the airport for Emma's black hair. Sure enough she's found me before I did her. Walking towards me with a huge smile, I try to fake my bast one for her, ignoring the sting in my eyes. "Emma, it's so good to see you!" I say hugging her tight. "I missed you to flower" as we pull apart and help her with the bags, I laugh at the nickname she gave me years ago. "So when is it going to happen, I can't wait" she squeals, clapping her hands. I stop in my tracks, face shocked. "What- what do you mean?" I ask.

Emma giggles shaking her head. "Come on, flower, you know Betty, she can't keep a secret if her life depended on it. She texted me a picture of the ring a moth ago, she thinks she grabbed my phone and deleted it before I saw, but the message popped up on my computer as well." Letting out a shaky laugh, putting a hand over my heart, I keep on walking towards the car. "I should have known" we laugh as we load her bags in my car. "Yeah, she tried really hard, so don't tell her I know" Emma begs, buckling herself in the passenger seat. "I won't" and as realization hits me, I look at her smiling. "Does this mean, you'll say yes?" Tears of joy gather in my eyes as she nods her head, whipping away some tears as well. We hug tightly and cry together. At some point I don't know it I'm crying happy tears for them or bitter tears for me, but when we bring ourselves back together, I feel so much lighter.

Turning on the car and backing out of the parking lot, I turn the radio on. "So we kinda have to stay away from Betty and the apartment for the whole day" my fingers drum against the steering wheel with the beat of the music. "And our first thing in the list is breakfast." Emma giggles in her seat. "Can I pick where we eat?" She asks and I nod approvingly. "Anywhere that has mimosas, I was told to bring you in slightly buzzed." Throwing her head back laughing, she puts the directions in my gps.

The place she chose is sweet and small, it has those L.A. vibes of nature, fairytale cafe. We order and enjoy a good breakfast, over some juicy gossip about some of her colleagues as well as some of mine. She tells me about the job at the D.A.'s office, Emma is excited to finally score a secure job since finishing law school over a year ago. I tell her about my new cat and she begs me to take her over to the apartment real quick so she can meet the fur ball. I of course decline and tell her she and Betty will have the place all to themselves tonight and she can enjoy meeting Boots later.

After breakfast we drive to the mall, she insists on buying new outfits for the both of us. "We need to look fabulous in my engagement photos, no way are we going to wear something old." Her wish is my command today, so I bite my tongue accepting my fate. If you know Emma, you know, fashion is her favorite thing in the world, so it takes us no less then 4 hours to find something to wear. A blush pink short dress for me, with a decent amount of cleavage showing, but still modest and a champagne gold sequence strappy dress for her. Both are beautiful and suit us perfectly, they are elegant, yet not to over the top, but still not sure if they worth 4 hours of dressing and undressing.

For lunch we decide to eat at the mall and share a pizza. "So what about you, do you have a thing?" Emma asks and I lift a single brow at her. "I don't" as soon as the words leave my mouth, they stab me in the gut. Just a few hours ago me and Austin advanced to the status of boyfriend and girlfriend, but now that I wonder if I'm just a side kick, a curiosity, I can't think of us like that. "Why does it sound like there's more to that?" I try to hide my discomfort with a giggle, drinking some water. "Because you're a lawyer and you are used to reading into everything?" I try to reason with her, but I know she said that, because I'm an open book when it comes to feelings. "Plus today is about you!" I say hoping that she would drop it. Closing her eyes and putting her arms up in defense she gives up on the topic.

We decide best way to kill some more hours is to just go and watch a movie. I have to clench my fists and bite back my fight as she suggests that we go watch Elvis, since the movie is still in cinema and she hasn't seen it. Emma doesn't know about Austin, I mean she knows about Austin my ex, that broke my heart, but she doesn't know it's the same Austin, that's stareing me down form the Elvis movie poster. He's barely recognizable, jet black hair and sideburns, chin up, looking confidently at the camera. Sometimes I really wish that I could hate him, Ive tried but that's just something I couldn't do, my heart knows what the truth is.

Shaking my head I look away from the poster as Emma comes up with the tickets in hand, giggling like a little kid. "Ok child, let's go, I'll buy you a lollipop" I say patting her back. After the lollipop is bought, we walk inside the cinema and take our spots. Anxiety I bubbling in the pit of my stomach, as the intro starts, knowing I'll be watching two and a half hours of Austin dressed as Elvis.

When the movie ends I find myself once again crying, because I know that the Austin who made this masterpiece is not the fit for me, he needs more, he always needed more. It hurts that I let him back in my life, it hurts that I wanted him back and I can't have him. I try to collect myself and walk out of the cinema, listening to Emma babbling about the movie and how much she loved it. I'm walking and I'm talking, but it feels like I'm not there. I've only felt like this once in my life, after...well by now we all know, after what.

Me and Emma quickly change outfits in the mall's bathroom and she does a little makeup number on both of us. She takes a couple of mirror selfies and we are on our way. The drive to the dinner where the engagement will take place, is filled with laughter and singing. When we get there we are both in hysterics, laughing so hard you can probably hear us for miles away. "Come on lets turn you into a mrs" I say and grab Emma by the hand, walking her in.

After a beautiful speech and some more crying, everyone is enjoying some champagne, before the cake. Betty approaches me, her smile is huge and contagious. "So I don't want to rain on your parade, but as I was getting the apartment ready for my night with Emma, thanks by the way for letting us use it." I wave her off. "Just wash the sheets after" she laughs blushing, getting a bit lost in thought, probably about their unholy activities that are to come. "Sure, sure, but as I was saying, I was busy getting the apartment ready, when a certain blonde dude knocked on the door. He looked like he had been crying and to be honest I think he was still in his pajamas. Anyway he asked for you, said you aren't answering any of his texts or calls." My hand start to sweat and I have to grab the champagne glass a little harder for it not to slip out of my grasp. "Ok, and what did you say?" I ask clearing my throat, hoping to rid of the lump there, but it doesn't work. "I told him, you were out busy the whole day. He then asked when he could come back to talk to you and I said you're spending the night over at your parents. He didn't say anything more and than left thanking me." I nod, brushing some hair behind my ear. "Ok" Betty looks concerned at me. "What happened? I was asleep last night when you came back, but you seemed happy this morning." I shake my head, tonight , is her night, not mine, we can drop me for now. She gets that without having me say it and drops the subject for now.

Hugging her and Emma I say my congratulations and walk out to my car. I'm tired as it is and I have a two hour drive ahead of me, from the dinner to my parents house. I try not to think about anything else other than driving safe. When I get home, using my spare key I get in. All the lights are out, which means that my parents are sleeping, so as quietly as I can, I make my way to my bedroom. Taking a quick shower kinda helps me, but still there's a undeniable ache in me. Coming back to my room dressed in a towel I open the balcony door to let some fresh air in and then quickly changing into my pajamas.

Slipping into bed and turning off the bedside lamp, I try to sleep, but I can't. As preoccupied as I am with my own thoughts, the sound of footsteps outside my window, makes the hairs stand up on my arms. Leaving o the ground floor it's easy to climb in and out of my bedroom, over the balcony. Grabbing whatever I find on my nightstand to use as a weapon, I make my way out in the balcony. I almost let out a scream, before the figure climbing the balcony, lunched forward and covers my mouth with their hand. I try to hit the person with what I took from my nightstand, but they are faster and catch my arm, before I can even touch them. A chuckle escapes the person and I recognize it immediately, but my body is still on alert mode. "Oh fuck, no, (y/n), it's me, it's Austin, don't cry! I'm sorry."

Slowly the hand holding my arm, from hitting him, comes down to my waist and the hand covering my mouth, cups my cheek. I let out a shaky breath and try to relax a bit in his arms. "Shh, all this time and you still haven't gotten any better at self defense, baby!" He chuckles and I look at my hand to see that I'm holding a hairbrush, not a very effective weapon. I get out of his arms, suddenly annoyed at his presence. Walking back in my room I sit on the bed and put the hairbrush down. "Can we talk?" He asks whispering. "You need to go, if my mom-"

"No, we need to talk, you've been dodging my calls and text, I know you must of read that piece of shit" he says brushing his hands through his hair. "Was it?" I ask and he looks confused. "Was it what?" Austin asks, I like that he's keeping the distance between us, it's easier to think if I don't have his arms around me. "A piece of shit? Because I don't know-"

"Know what?" He interrupts me, his voice raising a bit. "Keep your voice down!" I scold him. "I can't have that Austin, I'm a regular person, I will work a regular job, where I'll have to help people. I can't have paparazzi chasing me and fans trying to tag me down." I say and I can see that every word hurts him, but I don't know if it's because he knows I'm right or because he disagrees. "I know, I should've been more careful, I'm sorry." He tries to come closer but I don't let him, putting a hand up to stop him. He falls to his knees a few steps in front of me. "It's not your fault, I'm just not what you need. Maybe you can fix this, you know, call the model back, try and make it work with her, she'd be-" he grabs my small hands in his, clutching them to his chest, blue eyes pleading with me in the dark. "No, don't, please, she's not you. I beg you (y/n), don't do this to me, not over a gossip page headline." I close my eyes. I can't look at him like this, it hurts too much.

"You were right to break up with me, I would've only hold you back-" my voice breaks as a sob makes it's way through my mouth. "Not true, if you were there, I wouldn't have spend the past 7 months since I've been done with the movie, in therapy, constantly trying to reach back to who I was. When I'm with you I'm the best version of myself." I try to take my hands out of his, but he's so much stronger and he pulls me off the bed onto his lap. Wiggling around to get away from him, I give up when his strength overwhelms me. "Austin I can't love you again, I'm afraid I'm not enough!" I say trying to keep quiet. My mom walking in on this is the last thing I need right now. "You are so much more than enough, it's my fault for not making it clear enough, but I don't want a girl who knows how to deal with the media, I want my girl, my girl who always makes me laugh. My girl who always teaches me new things. My girl who can't cook to save her life, but is the biggest culinary critic I've ever met. My girl who can talk you into loving the same things as her, because she has such a way of making everything sound 10 times better than it is. My girl who can recite the whole Taylor Swift discography in one breath. My girl who's touch I crave all the time, who's lips taste like oranges and who's hair smells like propolis and burnt pear. All I've ever wanted is my girl and that girl is you!"

I look into his eyes, his face is tilted up and tears are slowly rolling down each side. My mouth opens and closes, I can't speak, I think I've lost that ability. No one's ever spoken like that about my. I bring my head down and kiss his tears away, taking care of each cheek, making sure they're equally loved. Then I make my way to his lips. I hover there a moment, keeping our lips close, but not close enough to touch. Austin is frozen in place, his hands holding mine close to his chest, eyes closed and lips slightly open. I touch my lips to his, both of us sighing into the kiss. Neither of us moves and we just stay like that, lips touching moving over one another. It's slow, full of emotions, my heart is pounding in my ears, my stomach hurts and all of my muscles feel petrified. But then his hands let go of mine and hug my back, bringing my chest flush with his. I tangle my fingers in the soft locks of hair on his head. The kiss becomes fluid, hands are everywhere, touching everything, pulling at clothes and giving goosebumps everywhere they touch skin.

I put my arms around his neck and hug him tightly, hiding my face in his neck. Austin's breath is coming in short gasps as he holds onto me. "I want you!" I say breathless. I wait for him to respond, but he doesn't. Struggling, I concentrate on his still shallow breath to keep me sane. "Are you sure?" Austin speaks so low I have to make an effort to hear. "Yes!" I'm sure, I need him. I want him. I'm done of holding back, I'm done questioning everything. "I believe you Austin and as much as I try to fight it, I know that I can't ever leave you." His lips crash against mine, kissing me hungrily and there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around my waist, pulling me closer if that was possible. Heat rose up to my chest and all my senses unfurled as the taste of him nearly silenced all my thoughts. Nearly, because the sudden thought that we're still in my childhood bedroom with my mom sleeping down the hall, washes over me like cold water.

"Wait!" I push against his chest and he looks at me panting, pupils blown with lust and lisp red from all the kissing. "What's wrong?!" Austin is panicked, scared of what made me stop. I smile viciously and I see him relaxing a bit. "My mom is sleeping down the hall, we can't, not here at least" there's a glimmer in his eyes as the last few words leave my lips. He chuckles and pushes some of his hair back. "Wanna run away?" I laugh and cover my mouth to make sure I keep quiet. But as I look at him I see that his serious, not an ounce of joke on his features. "You're serious?" I ask and the breath gets caught in my chest when he grinds me over his hips. "Serious as I'll ever be. If this is what you want?" One of his hands stroked my hair as he starts to kiss my skin, leaving a warm feeling everywhere his lips touched. I tremor at his actions and I move my hips against his, moaning before I can stop myself. "Yes, please!" I say out of breath, like I just ran a marathon. I feel him smile against my skin and when he giggles his hot breath fans over my exposed skin. "Ok, come one!"

Austin gets up and pulls me with him. He starts walking to the balcony and I follow him, but then I remember I need my things. "Wait, I need my things." I say as I move frantically around the room, trying to rid it of any evidence that I was here. With my arms full, I drop half of what I'm carrying in his arms. "Ok, you ready?" He asks smirking at me. Nodding, I wait for him to jump over and then he helps me do the same. As stealthy as possible we sneak to his car, but before I get in, I remembered my own car. "I need to drive my own car, they can't know I was here!" I whispered. His brows draw together in confusion. "Didn't they see you when you came?" I shake my head. "They were asleep, I only got here like an hour ago." I explain and he just nods. "Ok, just drive close behind me, all right?" I nod and go to my car, getting in with shaky limbs. I take a minute to breathe and then I hear Austin's car start, so I do the same with mine to make sure I can keep up, even though I know where he lives, right now I need to be as close to him as possible. I can't believe this is really happening, but there's no one else I could've seen myself doing this with.

Thankfully he doesn't live too far away from my parents house and it's just a 15 minute drive. I can't park my car faster and I almost scream at my stupid seatbelt, for not unbuckling fast enough. I get out of the car at the same time as him and I walk up to him, making an effort to stop myself from running to him. Austin's hands catch my face and I hug his waist. It's a mess of lips meeting teeth and tongue. My knees go weak and my skin feels like it's on fire, despite the chilly air outside. His hands travel down my body and reach the back of my thighs. "Jump!" He takes his lips away from mine for long enough to say that and then his back, calming my mouth again hungry and intense. I do as told and jump up , wrapping my leg around his waist. I'm so caught up in the feeling of his arms wrapped around my frame, that I don't feel is move until my back meets a wall and the cold seeps through my thin tank top making me shiver. "Fuck, I have to unlock the door" I laugh at how angry it makes him, that he as to stop what we're doing to do something as simple as unlocking the door.

I start to get off of him, but his hands hold my legs in place and he shakes his head. "Stay!" He says. I feel one of his hands move to the front of his pants. Austin grunts in frustration when the key doesn't seem to want to fit in the hole. "Fucking shit!" He curses under his breath and I giggle at him. Putting my hand over his shaking one, I help him put the key in the hole and in a second the door is unlocked and slammed open. "What would I do without you?" He asks smiling up at me. "Fuck on the front porch?" I say shrugging my shoulders. "Someday, sure, you just wait!" I'd laugh if he didn't look so serious right about now. I feel his chest shake with laughter as he wraps his arms around my waist to hold me close as he walks inside, closing the door behind him. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you Butler, I might take you out on that" I whispered in his ear and his whole body gets tense. "Such a tease, who would've thought." He says clicking his tongue. I giggle pressing my lips to the shell of his ear.

When we get to his bedroom he slowly crawls on the bed, with me tightly wrapped around him. Then my back hits the fluffy bed and it all feels so real. He must of felt that I was worrying, because he turns my face to look at him. "We go as far as you want, ok? You have the lead here, baby. I'm all yours!" He says kissing the top of my nose, making my heart skip a beat. I nod and bring him in for a kiss, his body resting over mine, bringing in a new kind of warmth. I feel safe and hungry, but not hungry for food, hungry for his touch, for him to melt into me. Before I become aware of my fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, feeling his skin, soft and radiating heat.

I gasp at the feeling of his hips slowing moving against mine. "Ah, Austin, please!" I say moving his shirt up so I can finally bare his chest. His lips trail kisses from the corner of my mouth, over my jaw, down my neck, stopping there a little longer to suck and lick, making me move under him, trying to get my hips to meet his. I can feel him through his sweatpants and when his crotch grinds over mine, is hypnotic, the feeling building in my lower belly. When his calloused hands move under my top, raising it up, my breath picks up, his mouth is busy leaving open-mouthed, soft-lipped kisses over the tender flesh of my shoulder. Before the material goes up, over my breasts his stops. "Can I?" He ask and I somehow manage to moan a breathy 'yes'.

When Austin throws the garment somewhere in the room and I'm bare in front of him, I try to cover myself, but he stops me. "You are you beautiful, please never hide from me, (y/n)." He goes back to planting wet kisses all over my shoulder and then he slowly moves down. My hands fly up to his hair, as he sucks one of my nipples in his mouth. It's feels so good, I throw my head back and moan, pulling on his hair. He growls against me and I feel the vibrations rummage in my chest. One of his hands is holding my hips in place, while the other massages the breast that's not in his mouth, twisting the nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers. "Austin, baby, feels so good!" I hum, drunk on the pleasure. His mouth switches places with his hand, showing both of my breasts the same kind of love. "You make such pretty noises." He moans against my nipple and I fight his grip, to grind my hips up into him. "Please!" I'm begging for his to do more, to touch me more. I can feel him smile and I tug his hair.

Austin leaves open-mouthed kisses all over my stomach and when he reaches my shorts, hooking two fingers in the waist band, he looks up at me. His eyes are so full of lust, there's barely any blue left. "I'm going to take these off, can I?" I nod frantically, brushing the hair out of my face. "Yes, please!" I pant. He takes them off slowly, along with my panties. Getting off of the bed, he takes off my shoes, which I still had on and then starts to undress himself. I look away, feeling my cheeks burn. "Don't look away, look at me." I look at him, but I keep my eyes fixed on his. That is of course until he moves down to take his own shoes off and discard the pants and boxers, that pooled at his feet. Wow, he's beautiful, all of him. Sure I've seen men naked before, I'm going to be a doctor, so anatomically the human body is no mystery. But I've never felt like this like I want to touch and memorize every inch of him, like I want to know the way every patch of skin feels under my lips.

He climbs on top of me, hands holding my waist, and lips hungrily engulfing mine. I can feel him hard against my belly and I move under him, causing my skin to touch his penis. He moans into the kiss. "I want to kiss you here." He says, one of his big hands cupping my pussy. I shudder at the new sensation, bucking against his hand. "Yes, please, Austin" licking his lips he moves down my body, hooking my legs over his shoulders, grabbing my thighs to keep them open. The position suddenly makes me feel nervous and shy, so I try to close my legs but he won't allow it. Feeling me move his eyes snap up at me. "You ok? Do you want me to stop?" I shake my head, trying to find the right words to say. "No, just, I'm not pretty Austin, it's just, you looking at me like this, what if, I mean, I'm not-" I can't make sense of what I'm saying but he understands. "You are the most beautiful girl, (y/n), I love every bit of you. I love you belly" he goes over to kiss my belly, grazing the skin with his teeth and making me giggle at the ticklish feeling. "I love you thighs" he says and moves to kissing over my hip all the way to my inner thighs. Making me squirm underneath his touch. Austin is kissing, biting and licking everywhere, everywhere, but where he promised. "Austin please!" I whine, buckling my hips up.

First I feel his hot breath and then I feel his soft, warm lips, kissing and sucking. Then his hot tongue licks at me. I whimper, pulling at his hair with one hand, the other one, grabbing the sheets. "So sweet, keep making those pretty noises baby, you sound heavenly." He praises me, going back to continue his ministrations on me. His tongue flicks and twirls around my clit, driving me crazy, turning me into a moaning mess. I feel one of his sleek fingers play at my hole and then he pushes it slowly. I move against him, trying to feel more. Austin catches onto my frustration and easing a second finger in, he gives me a moment to adjust to the stretch. "So tight and sweet, such a lovely pussy, all mine." I grunt as he curls his fingers up, moving them in and out of me, sucking and licking at my clit. It's all too much, it's so good and intoxicating. My hips buckle to meet his moves. The knot forming in my lower belly, feels like it's closer to snapping, I get tense, this is all new for me. "Relax baby, you're going to cum, come on, don't hold back" Austin says as the hand that was preoccupied with holding my hips in place, moves up to my boobs, pinching my nipples. That's when I feel it, the knot snapping and everything around me going blurry. I bite the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. As I pull in his hair he moans against me as he's still playing with my clit, slowly moving his fingers to help me ride my high.

Pulling his fingers out of me, the empty feeling makes me whine, as I clench around nothing. Austin licks his fingers clean as he moves over to the nightstand to get a condom out of the drawer. Coming back over me, he sits on his knees in between my legs. "Want to help me?" He ask, and I snap my eyes, that were previously looked on his hard cock, up at his face. He's smiling at me and that somehow eases my nerves. I nod and he takes my hand by the wrist, guiding it to his length. "Just, wrap your hand around it" I do as he says and look at the muscles in his abdomen move. Guiding my hand up and down, he moans, throwing his head back and cursing. My heart flutters knowing I can make him feel like this. His hand leaves mine and I move on my own as he opens the condom. Putting the condom on his tip he speaks. "Pinch the tip of the condom and roll it down slowly, it's ok if you get it wrong, I have more." He laughs as he finishes the sentence. With all the concentration I can muster I do as he says. "Perfect!" His hand grabs my chin and tilts it up so I look at him.

Austin kisses me slowly, pushing me against the bed, caging me. One of his hands is holding him up so that he's not crushing me under his weight and the other moves between us to bring himself up to my entrance. I can fell the tip resting there and he puts his hand on my hip to stop me from thrusting into him. "Are you sure you want this? We can stop, if-" I kiss him to stop the unnecessary babbling. "I love you, I'm sure." He tenses up and brings his face up to look at me. "You what?" He ask unsure that what he heard was real. I stroke his face gently. "I love you! I don't think I've ever stopped" he blinks quickly and even I the dark I can see the tears welling up in his eyes, but then I feel the hot liquid touch my face and roll off of my skin. His lips ghost over mine, I can taste the salt in his tears and the sweetness of him. He pulls away quickly, too quick. "Say it again." He demands and I smile. "I love you" he kisses me shortly and starts pushing in. "Again” he grunts. I moan feeling him slowly stretch me, it's definitely a lot more than his fingers and it stings a lot, but somehow there's pleasure in the pain. "I love you" kiss "I love you!" Kiss.

We go like this until his all the way in and his pelvis hits mine. It's hurts a lot and I try to breathe through it. Austin kisses my face, my lips, my eyes, my nose, everything. "I love you too, you're doing so good for me, baby" I squeeze him and his hips flutter against mine. Feeling him move  brings a new kind of good to the mixture. "Move please." He pulls back slowly and then pushes back in, I feel so full and my walls hug him in. "God, so warm and perfect, made for me (y/n)" he huffs as he starts a steady pace. We move in sink, hips meeting halfway way and hands grabbing all that they can. "I love you, fuck this is so good!" I moan kissing him, walking my tongue over his lips. He gasps into my mouth and our tongues start to dance, battling for dominance. The knot from earlier comes back and I feel like I need more. "Aus, I'm close, more, please, shit!" He starts to move faster, covering my mouth with his, to swallow all my cries. Austin brings one hand between us and draws circles over my clit. "Cum for me, (y/n), come on baby!" He whispers in my ear and biting down on his shoulder, my orgasm wishes over me harder then before. His hips start to lose rhythm and his moves get sloppier, as he soon stills. Austin grunts and kisses over my shoulder as I feel him twitch inside me, while my walls still flutter around him, squeezing him, from my previous orgasm.

I feel so good, so warm and tired and when he moves over, to go into the bathroom, I shiver at the absence of his body on mine. He comes back with a towel in hand and he wipes it over my thighs, making me tremble, since I'm still sensitive there. When he’s done, Austin throws the towel somewhere in the room and moving me up on the bed he brings the coves over me. He joins me under the warm duvet and I hug his side. The feeling of his skin on mine must be the best thing I've ever experienced. "I love you!" I say sleepy as he strokes my hair with one hand, his other one moving up and down my upper arm. "I love you too!" He kisses the top of my head. "So does this mean I can still take you out tomorrow?" He mumbles against my hair.

I shake my head and as serious as I can I say "No, I just wanted you for the sex." His chest moves with laughter and the sound fills me up with joy. "Flattered to be at your service, ma'm!" Austin says making me giggle and bury my face in his shoulder. "Ok I may allow, one date, if you make me your famous breakfast tomorrow" his hands move me to lay on top of him, with my legs straddling his waist. I sit my head in the palms of my hands on top of his chest and look at him smiling. "Just one date?" Austin asks coming in for a kiss, but I pull my head back so he can't reach my lips. "Maybe, if the breakfast is extremely good, there will be more, than one!" One of his hands goes to the back of my head and as we both laugh we meet halfway in a quick kiss.

I remain like this on top of him, as his hands rest on my back. I play with his hair and rest my head on his chest, over his heart, listening to the beautiful sounds it makes. Our breaths calm down and soon sleep catches both of us. And we fall asleep like this, skin on skin, my ear over his heart, my hands his hair and his lips kissing my head. It's perfect, it's how it should've always been, just us.

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[neil-gaiman]

How Did you come up with the first eve in the story about adams wives? I haven’t been able to find anything about her after I read it and I want to know if she’s an actual biblical character or just someone you made

She's from the Midrash. I learned about her as a 12 year old, from my barmitzvah teacher. There was a point in there, long after I'd put her into Sandman, where I was starting to think I'd imagined her, when I ran across her in Robert Graves's Hebrew Myths....

Excerpt from: The Hebrew Myths by Robert Graves and Raphael Patai (New York:  Doubleday, 1964), pp 65-69

Chapter 10: Adam's Helpmeets

(a) Having decided to give Adam a helpmeet lest he should be alone of his kind, God put him into a deep sleep, removed one of his ribs, formed it into a woman, and closed up the wound, Adam awoke and said: 'This being shall be named "Woman", because she has been taken out of man. A man and a woman shall be one flesh.' The title he gave her was Eve, 'the Mother of All Living''. [1]

(b) Some say that God created man and woman in His own image on the Sixth Day, giving them charge over the world; [2]  but that Eve did not yet exist. Now, God had set Adam to name every beast, bird and other living thing. When they passed before him in pairs, male and female, Adam-being already like a twenty-year-old man-felt jealous of their loves, and though he tried coupling with each female in turn, found no satisfaction in the act. He therefore cried: 'Every creature but I has a proper mate', and prayed God would remedy this injustice. [3]

(c) God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'. [4]

(d) Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.

Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea?? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; [5] and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own. [6]

(e) Some say that Lilith ruled as queen in Zmargad, and again in Sheba; and was the demoness who destroyed job's sons. [7] Yet she escaped the curse of death which overtook Adam, since they had parted long before the Fall. Lilith and Naamah not only strangle infants but also seduce dreaming men, any one of whom, sleeping alone, may become their victim. [8]

(f) Undismayed by His failure to give Adam a suitable helpmeet, God tried again, and let him watch while he built up a woman's anatomy: using bones, tissues, muscles, blood and glandular secretions, then covering the whole with skin and adding tufts of hair in places. The sight caused Adam such disgust that even when this woman, the First Eve, stood there in her full beauty, he felt an invincible repugnance. God knew that He had failed once more, and took the First Eve away. Where she went, nobody knows for certain. [9]

(g) God tried a third time, and acted more circumspectly. Having taken a rib from Adam's side in his sleep, He formed it into a woman; then plaited her hair and adorned her, like a bride, with twenty-four pieces of jewellery, before waking him. Adam was entranced. [10]

(h) Some say that God created Eve not from Adam's rib, but from a tail ending in a sting which had been part of his body. God cut this off, and the stump-now a useless coccyx-is still carried by Adam's descendants. [11]

(i) Others say that God's original thought had been to create two human beings, male and female; but instead He designed a single one with a male face looking forward, and a female face looking back. Again He changed His mind, removed Adam's backward-looking face, and built a woman's body for it. [12]

(j) Still others hold that Adam was originally created as an androgyne of male and female bodies joined back to back. Since this posture made locomotion difficult, and conversation awkward, God divided the androgyne and gave each half a new rear. These separate beings He placed in Eden, forbidding them to couple. [13]

Notes on sources:

1. Genesis II. 18-25; III. 20.

2. Genesis I. 26-28.

3. Gen. Rab. 17.4; B. Yebamot 632.

4. Yalqut Reubeni ad. Gen. II. 21; IV. 8.

5. Alpha Beta diBen Sira, 47; Gaster, MGWJ, 29 (1880), 553 ff.

6. Num. Rab. 16.25.

7. Targum ad job 1. 15.

8. B. Shabbat 151b; Ginzberg, LJ, V. 147-48.

9. Gen. Rab. 158, 163-64; Mid. Abkir 133, 135; Abot diR. Nathan 24; B. Sanhedrin 39a.

10. Gen. II. 21-22; Gen. Rab. 161.

11. Gen. Rab. 134; B. Erubin 18a.

12. B. Erubin 18a.

13. Gen. Rab. 55; Lev. Rab. 14.1: Abot diR. Nathan 1.8; B. Berakhot 61a; B. Erubin 18a; Tanhuma Tazri'a 1; Yalchut Gen. 20; Tanh. Buber iii.33; Mid. Tehillim 139, 529.

Authors’ Comments on the Myth:

1. The tradition that man's first sexual intercourse was with animals, not women, may be due to the widely spread practice of bestiality among herdsmen of the Middle East, which is still condoned by custom, although figuring three times in the Pentateuch as a capital crime. In the Akkadian Gilgamesh Epic, Enkidu is said to have lived with gazelles and jostled other wild beasts at the watering place, until civilized by Aruru's priestess. Having enjoyed her embraces for six days and seven nights, he wished to rejoin the wild beasts but, to his surprise, they fled from him. Enkidu then knew that he had gained understanding, and the priestess said: 'Thou art wise, Enkidu, like unto a godl'

2. Primeval man was held by the Babylonians to have been androgynous. Thus the Gilgamesh Epic gives Enkidu androgynous features: `the hair of his head like a woman's, with locks that sprout like those of Nisaba, the Grain-goddess.' The Hebrew tradition evidently derives from Greek sources, because both terms used in a Tannaitic midrash to describe the bisexual Adam are Greek: androgynos, 'man-woman', and diprosopon, 'twofaced'. Philo of Alexandria, the Hellenistic philosopher and commentator on the Bible, contemporary with Jesus, held that man was at first bisexual; so did the Gnostics. This belief is clearly borrowed from Plato. Yet the myth of two bodies placed back to back may well have been founded on observation of Siamese twins, which are sometimes joined in this awkward manner. The two-faced Adam appears to be a fancy derived from coins or statues of Janus, the Roman New Year god.

3. Divergences between the Creation myths of Genesis r and n, which allow Lilith to be presumed as Adam's first mate, result from a careless weaving together of an early Judaean and a late priestly tradition. The older version contains the rib incident. Lilith typifies the Anath-worshipping Canaanite women, who were permitted pre-nuptial promiscuity. Time after time the prophets denounced Israelite women for following Canaanite practices; at first, apparently, with the priests' approval-since their habit of dedicating to God the fees thus earned is expressly forbidden in Deuteronomy xxIII. I8. Lilith's flight to the Red Sea recalls the ancient Hebrew view that water attracts demons. 'Tortured and rebellious demons' also found safe harbourage in Egypt. Thus Asmodeus, who had strangled Sarah's first six husbands, fled 'to the uttermost parts of Egypt' (Tobit viii. 3), when Tobias burned the heart and liver of a fish on their wedding night.

4. Lilith's bargain with the angels has its ritual counterpart in an apotropaic rite once performed in many Jewish communities. To protect the newborn child against Lilith-and especially a male, until he could be permanently safeguarded by circumcision-a ring was drawn with natron, or charcoal, on the wall of the birthroom, and inside it were written the words: 'Adam and Eve. Out, Lilith!' Also the names Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof (meanings uncertain) were inscribed on the door. If Lilith nevertheless succeeded in approaching the child and fondling him, he would laugh in his sleep. To avert danger, it was held wise to strike the sleeping child's lips with one finger-whereupon Lilith would vanish.

5. 'Lilith' is usually derived from the Babylonian-Assyrian word lilitu, ,a female demon, or wind-spirit'-one of a triad mentioned in Babylonian spells. But she appears earlier as 'Lillake' on a 2000 B.G. Sumerian tablet from Ur containing the tale of Gilgamesh and the Willow Tree. There she is a demoness dwelling in the trunk of a willow-tree tended by the Goddess Inanna (Anath) on the banks of the Euphrates. Popular Hebrew etymology seems to have derived 'Lilith' from layil, 'night'; and she therefore often appears as a hairy night-monster, as she also does in Arabian folklore. Solomon suspected the Queen of Sheba of being Lilith, because she had hairy legs. His judgement on the two harlots is recorded in I Kings III. 16 ff. According to Isaiah xxxiv. I4-I5, Lilith dwells among the desolate ruins in the Edomite Desert where satyrs (se'ir), reems, pelicans, owls, jackals, ostriches, arrow-snakes and kites keep her company.

6. Lilith's children are called lilim. In the Targum Yerushalmi, the priestly blessing of Numbers vi. 26 becomes: 'The Lord bless thee in all thy doings, and preserve thee from the Lilim!' The fourth-century A.D. commentator Hieronymus identified Lilith with the Greek Lamia, a Libyan queen deserted by Zeus, whom his wife Hera robbed of her children. She took revenge by robbing other women of theirs.

7. The Lamiae, who seduced sleeping men, sucked their blood and ate their flesh, as Lilith and her fellow-demonesses did, were also known as Empusae, 'forcers-in'; or Mormolyceia, 'frightening wolves'; and described as 'Children of Hecate'. A Hellenistic relief shows a naked Lamia straddling a traveller asleep on his back. It is characteristic of civilizations where women are treated as chattels that they must adopt the recumbent posture during intercourse, which Lilith refused. That Greek witches who worshipped Hecate favoured the superior posture, we know from Apuleius; and it occurs in early Sumerian representations of the sexual act, though not in the Hittite. Malinowski writes that Melanesian girls ridicule what they call `the missionary position', which demands that they should lie passive and recumbent.

8. Naamah, 'pleasant', is explained as meaning that 'the demoness sang pleasant songs to idols'. Zmargad suggest smaragdos, the semi-precious aquamarine; and may therefore be her submarine dwelling. A demon named Smaragos occurs in the Homeric Epigrams.

9. Eve's creation by God from Adam's rib-a myth establishing male supremacy and disguising Eve's divinity-lacks parallels in Mediterranean or early Middle-Eastern myth. The story perhaps derives iconotropically from an ancient relief, or painting, which showed the naked Goddess Anath poised in the air, watching her lover Mot murder his twin Aliyan; Mot (mistaken by the mythographer for Yahweh) was driving a curved dagger under Aliyan's fifth rib, not removing a sixth one. The familiar story is helped by a hidden pun on tsela, the Hebrew for 'rib': Eve, though designed to be Adam's helpmeet, proved to be a tsela, a 'stumbling', or 'misfortune'. Eve's formation from Adam's tail is an even more damaging myth; perhaps suggested by the birth of a child with a vestigial tail instead of a coccyx-a not infrequent occurrence.

10. The story of Lilith's escape to the East and of Adam's subsequent marriage to Eve may, however, record an early historical incident: nomad herdsmen, admitted into Lilith's Canaanite queendom as guests (see 16. 1), suddenly seize power and, when the royal household thereupon flees, occupy a second queendom which owes allegiance to the Hittite Goddess Heba.

The meaning of 'Eve' is disputed. Hawwah is explained in Genesis III. 20 as 'mother of all living'; but this may well be a Hebraicized form of the divine name Heba, Hebat, Khebat or Khiba. This goddess, wife of the Hittite Storm-god, is shown riding a lion in a rock-sculpture at Hattusaswhich equates her with Anath-and appears as a form of Ishtar in Hurrian texts. She was worshipped at Jerusalem (see 27. 6). Her Greek name was Hebe, Heracles's goddess-wife.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Plank All Over Me - Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Plank All Over Me Masterlist

“Welcome back to Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts.” James Cordan said to the camera. “I’m here with Tom and Y/n Holland.”

“Oh my God.” Tom looked at you with wide eyes as you both thought the same thing.

“He introduced us.” You realized. “We can’t do our bit.”

“You’re my wife now, darling. You get to do anything you want.” Tom stated at he looked at James. “James, we’re actually Dave and James Franco.”

“Who’s who?” James humored you, well aware of the way you and Tom acted in interviews.

“I’m clearly the James.” You mumbled as you smoothed your dress.

“Dave is more attractive.” Tom shrugged sassily and you made a face at him.

“Can we start the game?” James playfully interrupted and you and Tom sat up straight.

“Yes, sorry.” You nodded as James began to explain the rules of the game. You’d seen the bit enough times to know how to play, so you tuned James out a little. You didn’t mean to, you just had a lot on your mind lately. There was something you needed to tell Tom and you hadn’t found the right way to do it yet.

“The first question is for Y/n and since I love her so much I’m going to give her the hot sauce.” James smiled wickedly as he got the hot sauce in front of you.

“Mmm.” You said sarcastically and grimaced at the camera.

“Who got the drunkest at your wedding?” James read off the card before looking at you. You pursed your lips as you thought about the answer before chuckling.

“Probably Tom.” You laughed as you pointed at your husband who was sat across the table from you. His face lit up with laughter as he folded his arms.

“Yeah, I was gonna say. Ryan Reynolds and I had a drinking competition that I definitely won.” He said smugly, making the audience cheer.

“I never imagined I’d be standing by Blake Lively’s side on my wedding day, screaming “CHUG” at my husband, but I’m glad it happened. You made me proud.” You said to Tom with a fond pout on your face.

“Aw.” Tom held his hand over his heart as you stared at each other lovingly.

“Gross.” James deadpanned, making the two of you laugh.

“Next question is for Tom and I am going to give you the cockroaches.” You said as you spun the table. “Love you, honey.”

“It’s looking at me.” Tom gagged as he picked up a cockroach and quickly dropped it back in the little glass bowl.

“How dare that slutty, dead cockroach stare at you.” You joked. “Tell it you’re married.”

“I swear, you two are the strangest couple I had ever sat with.” James shook his head as he laughed.

“We get that a lot.” You and Tom said in unison.

“Okay, Tom, who is the most unprofessional Avenger on set?” You read off your card before setting it back on the table.

“Ooo. That’s a tough one since they’re all so badly behaved.” Tom clicked his tongue and the audience laughed gleefully.

“No, I’m joking.” He smiled at the reaction. “I’m gonna go with Evans because he’s pretty much a ten year old. Like, he carries around one of those tiny skateboards - what are they called?”

“Tech Decks.” You told him.

“Yeah. He carried around a Tech Deck and runs it over everyone’s arms when we’re blocking scenes.” Tom explained as he did the motion of the mini skateboard on the table.

“I have also seen him covered in Cheeto dust countless times.” You added. “He will straight up come to set with orange fingers. He is the opposite of Captain America.”

“I hate that. We call them Wotsitz in England and it makes me cringe.” Tom shuddered as he moved the table. “James, I’m gonna give you the bird saliva.”

“It looks warm.” James commented as he picked it up to examine it. “That’s so unsettling.”

“Ick.” Tom grimaced and picked up a card. “James, which guest would you not invite back to the show?”

The audience reacted accordingly and you raised your eyebrows at the host.

“I can’t answer that.” James held his hand over his mouth as he stared at the bird saliva in front of him.

“Then why do you get asked that in every installment of Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts?” You asked bluntly, making the audience laugh.

“That’s an excellent question and I’m going to think about it while I drink this bird saliva.” James looked you right in the eyes as he took a sip from the small glass. You cringed when he swallowed it and immediately went to take a sip of water.

“Ew. Is it thick?” You wondered as he coughed into his elbow.

“You don’t want to know.” James said hoarsely, shaking his head.

“Do I go now?” Tom asked, already forgetting the order of turns.

“Yes, you pick for Y/n.” James told him as he wiped his mouth.

“Okay.” Tom smiled deviantly and spun the table. “I’m gonna give you the turkey testicles because I know how much you love-“

“Tom.” You cut him off with a stern look.

“Turkey burgers.” He finished his sentence. “She loves turkey burgers.”

You squinted your eyes at him as he laughed devilishly.

“I’m about to walk out.” You threatened him once your fate was put in front of you.

“It’s not a true interview with us unless one of us threatens to leave.” Tom noted as he picked up his card. “Who do you think is the smallest Avenger?”

“Oh, definitely Mackie.” You answered confidently, relieved you didn’t have to eat the “food” in front of you.

“But he’s taller than me.” Tom tilted his head in confusion and your eyes widened.

“Oh you meant height?” You asked, fully misunderstanding the original question. The audience erupted into laughter and you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“WHAT?” James asked as he wiped tears from his eyes.

“I thought you were asking about something else.” You said sheepishly as you shrunk in your seat.

“This is CBS.” He reminded you and you have an apologetic grin.

“Next question.” You requested, wanted to move on from your lapse in judgment.

“This ones for Tom and I’m giving you the salmon smoothie.” James decided. “Tom, how much did you get paid for Spiderman: Far From Home?”

“Enough to put a 20 karat ring on Y/n’s finger.” Tom response was immediate and you lit up in delight. You held your hand up to your ear so the camera could see it.

“With matching earrings.” You said coyly before letting out a laugh, all while Tom watched you with a childlike grin.

“My turn. I’m gonna give you the tarantula. James.” You decided and picked up a card. “Who was your least favorite guest on Carpool Karaoke?”

You held the card to your chest as you looked at him expectantly, knowing he’d never answer it.

“I can’t answer that.” He shook his head. “I have an answer but I can’t say it.”

“When you met Lin Manuel Miranda, did he bite his lip?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Tom burst out laughing at you, knowing exactly what you were talking about.

“Oh my God. She’s obsessed with that one picture of the guy.” Tom explained.

“It’s so funny. EUHYYYHY WE WERE MARRIED THAT NIGHT.” You imitated the countless singing videos of Lin Manuel Miranda you’d seen on Tik Tok that left you in tears of laughter every night.

“I hear this everyday.” Tom told James as you laughed at yourself.

“I can’t. I can’t. Sorry Lin.” You giggled again before calming down.

“Lin was perfectly lovely and we would love to have him back.” James brought the conversation back to the question. “I have an answer but I just can’t say who it was.”

“Then you better put that spider in your mouth.” Tom nodded towards the spider.

“It’s easy. I do it all the time. Wink wink.” You gave the camera an over exaggerated wink.

“Oh My God. Every time.” Tom scolded you as you made yet another innuendo.

“It smells horrible.” James whined as he leaned down to sniff the tarantula.

“Well it’s a dead bug. Were you expecting Japanese Cherry Blossom?” You sassed him.

“Oh God. Here we go.” James plugged his nose and took a tiny bite of the spiders leg.

“How is it?” Tom wondered as he watched in disgust. “Is it crunchy?”

“It’s gooey.” James told him before wiping his face with his napkin.

“I could’ve told you that.” You shrugged, causing Tom to give you a stern look that told you to behave.

“Stop it.” He couldn’t contain his laughter. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s my turn to ask Y/n.” James said as he looked around the table for what hadn’t been used yet.

“Fire away.” You said casually despite the butterflies in your tummy over what he could possible ask you.

“Okay Y/n, I’m gonna give you the grasshoppers.” You bit your tongue between your teeth as James moved the table towards you.

“Delicious.” You grimaced as you poked around in the bowl of grasshoppers.

“Y/n, if you had to date one of Tom’s brothers to save his life, which would you pick?” James read off the card and the audience murmured with anticipation.

“How would I get into that situation?” You stalled your answer, knowing you’d have to pick between hurting Toms feelings or eating a bug.

“And how do I prevent her from getting into that situation?” Tom added, making you laugh. He was trying to keep his cool but you knew the question bothered him.

“You have to answer the question or get to eating. Come on now, before they hop away.” James joked, making the audience laugh. You stared into the bowl of grasshoppers and knew there was no way you could put it on your mouth without throwing up. You gulped and looked at your husband, giving him an apologetic pout before looking at James.

“I guess Sam.” You said weakly and quickly moved the grasshoppers away from you.

“Why Sam?” James asked, always trying to get the best response he could.

“That’s not the question.” You quipped as you taped the card with your fingernail.

“I want to know too.” Tom spoke up, making your stomach drop. You shrugged and folded your arms to look relaxed.

“He was the first one that came to mind and I don’t think you’d want me to sit here and go over the pro’s and con’s of dating all your brothers. Plus, he’s a great chef.” You answered, and to your surprise, Tom smiled.

“That’s true.” He nodded. “Good job, baby.”

“Thank you.” You blew him a playful kiss which he caught and then pretended to throw away to get a laugh. You shot him a look before returning your attention to the table.

“Stop it.” You warned. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s your turn, Mrs. Holland.” Tom said, always taking the opportunity to call you that.

“Okay. I’m gonna give you the bulls penis.” You said lovingly as you moved the table.

“You’re too kind, my love.” He teased as it landed in front of him.

“I know. It’s my gift since you always give me the-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Tom cut you off. “I don’t even want to know how it ends.”

“Fine. I won’t.” You gave the audience a pointed look and they laughed at your antics. You picked up your card and read the question, immediately laughing at what it asked. You were about to read the question when an idea popped into your head. Tom noticed the way your expression changed and sensed something was up.

“Oh no. I’m scared already.” He smiled nervously as you looked at the card again. Finally, you looked Tom in the eye and gave him a soft smile.

“Are you excited to be a father?” You asked the question that had been weighing on your mind ever since you took a pregnancy test in an airport bathroom two days ago. You wanted to break the news in a memorable way, and constantly being on planes or in cars made that difficult.

This show, however, made it easy.

Toms face melted from a playful smile to wide eyes at your question. The audience quieted down as everyone waited for Tom’s response.

“What?” He asked slowly, studying your face closely to see if you were joking.

“That’s what it says.” You put it simply, makes Toms face shift into a smile. James took the card fork where you had set it down, knowing damn well his writers hadn’t put that as a question, and read it.

“This card says “how big is it?”” James read off the card as he looked at you, making you chuckle slightly.

“I took a creative liberty.” You shrugged. Tom and James looked at each other, both thinking the other was up to something.

“Are you pregnant?” Tom leaned closer to you from across the table to ask.

“You don’t get to ask a question until you’ve chosen what food I have to eat.” You reminded him as you gestured to the table.

“Not to make this about me, but It’s also not your turn.” James threw in a joke as he watched the drama unfold.

“Cow tongue.” Tom said quickly and shifted the table so the cow tongue was in front of you. He looked up at you with all the hope in the world as you gagged at the tongue. “There. Are you really pregnant?”

“Oof.” You blew out a breath. “That’s a toughy.”

“That’s a toughy?” Tom asked in exasperation. You could see his leg bouncing under the table from anticipation but you wanted to drag it out just a little longer.

“Yeah. I mean, I really want to tell you, but this cow tongue also looks really good.” You teased him, making him let out a whine.

“She’s got a point, there.” James nodded, squeezing your hand under the table to congratulate you.

“No she doesn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Baby? Are you actually pregnant?”

You knew Tom couldn’t take the suspense anymore and broke into a grin.

“Yes.” You told him. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

“Really? We’re gonna have a baby?” Toms eyes welled with tears as he covered his mouth with both his hands. He’d been wanting to start a family for a while now but you hadn’t had any luck in conceiving.

Until now.

“Yeah, honey. We’re gonna have a baby.” You reached across the table and rubbed his hand with your thumb before pointing finger guns at the camera. “Keep watching to find out who the father is!”

The audience, who had been busy cheering at your news, switched to laughter.

“She’s kidding. It’s me.” Tom assured the audience.

“He’s kidding.” You insisted. “It’s Benedict!”

“Congratulations to the both of you.” James said sincerely. “I think that just about wraps this up this segment. My producer is going to be very happy with me for getting that information out of you without even asking.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him as he leaned in to press a congratulatory kiss on your cheek. Tom finally broke out of his shocked state and got out of his chair, rushing to you and practically pulling you out of your seat to hug you. His hug was firm but gentle all at the same time, especially around your tummy. He pressed your face into his neck and you heard him sniffle, making you take his hand and put it on your tummy.

“We have about three minutes of commercial break. Excellent job guys.” James said as he got out of his seat. “That was definitely the best Spill Your Guts we’ve ever done. I might have to hire Y/n as a writer here.” He joked.

“Thanks for having us James. All three of us.” You said as you pulled away from Tom. Tom kept a protective hand on your tummy as you rubbed circles on his back.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I’m so happy for you both. That’s beautiful.” James shook Toms hand to congratulate him as well.

“Well when you plank all over someone and don’t use a-

“That’s enough.” Tom cut you off but kept his smile on. “That’s enough for today.”

You leaned into him and took his hand, kissing the back of it as you all walked back towards the main stage.

“Can you believe we met planking on each other for a video and now we’re having a baby?” You asked him.

“I know.” He shook his head in pleasant shock. “We should name our baby BBC, since we met at BBC radio 1.

“You suggesting that tells me you don’t know the other meaning of BBC.” You laughed as you took a seat on James’s couch.

“What’s the other meaning?” Tom looked at you in confusion. You laughed gleefully and patted Toms cheek, always delighted by his innocence.

“Oh, Tom.” You sighed. “I’ll let you google that one.”

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Little LC.

Player: Ruben Loftus-Cheek words: 1,446 Request: Basically something that deals with you having a toddler daughter from a previous relationship and she, well you, asks him if he would like to be her dad like officially. Maybe you give him the custody papers and stuff. Warnings: single parent angst, douchebag biological father (brief), soft Ruben, pregnancy

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“Mommy?” she’d asked one night as you were tucking her into bed. “Why doesn’t my real daddy want to know me?”

It wasn’t something you thought you’d be having to explain to her just yet. It wasn’t something you thought she would have picked up on. You’d tried to give her a loving environment and though you know that’s not why she’s asking, it still hurts. It hurts thinking you’ve not done enough for her, and it hurts knowing he hasn’t stepped up and chose not to be in her life. it hurts knowing that she’s realised he hasn't chosen to be part of her life and now thinks it’s her.

“Honestly?” you’d asked her, and she nodded, pulling the duvet up to her chin as she looked at you. You’d promised yourself those years ago that you’d never lie to her about him, but you also had no intention of poisoning her mind with your own opinion of him. ”I don't know. He never really gave me a reason.”

And that’s what had hurt you the most; knowing that you’d never been given a reason or an answer as to why he hadn’t wanted to be part of your beautiful girl’s life. He just simply hadn’t wanted to be. You’d struggled. Trying to juggle a job and a 1-year-old the best you could. Family would look after her when possible and the idea of dating anyone else was so far down your priorities that it was almost dropping off the list altogether.

Ruben was never supposed to enter the picture. Not even as someone in the background of it all and yet somehow, he’d ended up right at the front, arms wrapped around both you and your daughter and cementing himself firmly in your life. Childcare was no longer an issue, you didn’t need to work but the 16-20 hours away from the house gave you some of your identity back. Your daughter couldn’t remember a time that Ruben hadn’t been in her life, and he never looked or treat her as though she wasn’t his by DNA.

By the time you were peeing on a stick and seeing those two lines appear, and the words PREGNANT 4+ WEEKS on another, Ruben had already slipped a ring onto your finger and was preparing for life as just the three of you. He would call her “Little LC”, a nickname she adored and felt as though she was daddy’s little girl. In Ruben’s eyes, she was.

“You know, with us getting married and all, I’d love for her to have her surname changed too. To mine. To complete the family.” Ruben had confessed one evening. It had been enough to make you turn over in bed and try and peer at him in the darkness. “If that’s ok.” He added, voice dropping as though he was worried, you’d recoil in horror at the suggestion.

“You really want her to be yours, don’t you?”

“It’s not like he wants her. He doesn’t see her, pay any money towards her upbringing or send her any gifts. What difference would it make to him if she was legally mine? I’d adopt her in a heartbeat.” He’d replied. Your stomach had fluttered, and your bump had kicked out.

Ruben didn’t know about you meeting your ex. Not that it was a pleasant experience, just sitting opposite him had filled you with disgust and anger for the little girl he was leaving behind. He showed no remorse as he filled out the forms before asking, “is that it then? Am I done here?” You could have blamed it on the hormones if you’d slapped him like you wanted to in that moment, but you hadn’t wanted to make a scene or give him a reason to retaliate and instead, you collected the papers, put them back into your bag and walked out with your head held high that you were making the right decision walking away from him forever.

With everything in place, Ruben knew that you’d be having your 20-week scan today, and the chance to be able to find out the baby’s gender if you wished. Unlucky for the two of you, the appointment fell on a date when Ruben was having to leave for an away game, leaving you to attend the scan by yourself. As soon as the appointment letter came through, you booked an appointment for the following day when Ruben would be home with a private clinic. This gave you the chance to compare the scans and the sexing results.

He’d held your hand, watched as she explained everything that was visible on the screen and took it all in. The baby had grown so much since the 12-week scan, and it made you smile to see how he reacted to their growth. You’d already spoken with the technician and asked her to let you know subtly if the original gender given was right and when Ruben had pressed his shirt to his eyes to wipe away any tears, she mouthed “definitely a boy” before making Ruben wait another 5 or so minutes to break the news to him, bringing with the news a fresh round of tears.

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Two boxes lay on the table in front of you. Your daughter and Ruben sit on one side and you, alone, on the other. Ruben had wanted a private reveal for her. He didn’t want her overwhelmed with lots of people around when she found out what kind of big sister she was going to be, but he wasn’t sure what was in the box for himself and so far, she’s managed to be quiet. Unbeknown to Ruben, she wears two tee-shirts. The one that’s visible to him right now reads “BIG SISTER TO BE”, ready for the photo that will be taken once she’s calmed down. The one beneath reads “Will you be my daddy?”

The two of you had spoken about Ruben being her “proper” daddy, and she wanted him to know that to her, he was the only one who measured up to this title in her mind. She’d looked over the papers in her child wonder, not fully understanding how a piece of paper changed anything when she’d been making Father's Day, birthday and Christmas cards and calling Ruben daddy each time, but she did understand that this made it very special.

“And you’re sure you want to do this, pumpkin?” You’d asked her before Ruben had come home tonight.

“Uh huh.” She’d nodded and replied without hesitation. “He needs to know how much I love him.” she’d spoken matter-of-factly. In a way, she was more excited to give Ruben the adoption papers than she was to find out about her sibling. She’d reacted perfectly to finding out about her baby brother, immediately wanting to help buy him clothing and toys. They’ve posed for pictures, her big wide smile as you’d all stood together, proudly showing off the baby scan, the blue balloons and small blue baby grow that took up space over your bump.

You’d set up the camera timer, knowing exactly how it worked and ensured that more than enough pictures were taken before pretending that they hadn’t.

“We’re going to have to do some more. Some didn’t take for some reason,” you pull a confused face and gesture for Ruben and LC to stand together again. With his eyes on you, he didn’t notice her remove the first shirt and stand beside him in the one bearing the all-important question. He doesn’t give it a second glance as he makes sure he’s in the right position, kneeling beside her and the two of them smiling into the camera.

It’s not until he stands up and she turns to look at him properly, doing a silly dance that grabs his full attention that he notices.

“Did you ch...” he trails off as he takes in the words. You both watch as his throat works, his eyes flicking from her to you as you stand equally as emotional. She moves to the table and pulls the box towards him, offering it to him with steady hands compared to his shaky ones. He makes quick work of the lid, fingers reaching in for the pack of papers that you’d bound together and tried to read the title, declaring the formal process of adoption with the two of their names on there before he can’t manage another word.

“Well? Do you want to be my daddy?” She asks in a quiet voice, fear now taking over her that she may be rejected by him too.

“Yeah LC, I want to be your daddy.”

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