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#the expanse#camina drummer#naomi nagata#they broke up like six seconds before this and immediately transitioned into divorced-couple mode#it's the long accusatory feral-cat glare for me tbh#and naomi's 'don't start' face#also. i think about that eye-narrow approximately ten times a day#just continuing my years-long spiral about cara gee's face#jes.edit
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yknow i was doing research on being legally dead for a different oc but then i remembered psike like. Oh. Yeah ne's legally fucking dead ain't ne. If not for nis not-yet-resurrexted body, nis 30+ YEAR DISAPPEARANCE is something. And from?? At least one source i saw that once some time has passed after a declaration of death, you can't declare yourself alive anymore and in other cases you CAN try to but it's an arduous process. So like if psike ever wanted to be legally recognized as alive again it's gonna be such a pain in the ass. Not only that but THE ONLY FUCKER WHO CAN ATTEST FOR NIS ORIGINAL IDENTITY IS
KALE FUCKING SCHMIDT
#TabbyKat Rambles#HE'S NOT EVEN ALLOWED IN COURT THERE'S **NOTHING** THEY HAVE ON HIM.#FINGERPRINTS ARE FUCKED. IT REFUSES TO SHOW ITS FACE. ETC. HIS ASS IS NOT GOING TO COURT#Don't get me started on the dayshift characters. Oh my god#Dave is most definitely legally dead. I know that orphanage wouldn't keep track.#I feel like she got a drivers license or an id. I forgot which. Don't Worry About It.#Naomi was at least LEGALLY adopted so that has to count for smth 4 peter. Then again Caroline the alive human was there#Dee. Looks at you. Cmon man.#Jack. Jack#Naomi is pulling MAD shenanigans disguising them all up so they can go out in public#(Naomi voice) I'm gods favorite he has to do this for me or else I'll suplex him....#Oh right#Legal death declaration means losing all your property + insurance being given to your remaining family#I think impacts ur drivers license too??#Anyways good thing psike only owned a car! Sorry about your drivers license.
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the sweetest girl - R.R



Roman in his life had never genuinely cared for a girl. It was a wide known fact everyone knew. He'll flirt with you, fuck you, and never look your way again. It was just the way he worked. And who was anyone to question the tribal chief?
When he first saw you, stumbling through catering with your hands full with hair products, to get to Naomi before her match started, he took immediate notice to your nurturing personality.
The way you smiled at everyone who crossed paths with you, or always took the time to interact with little kids who would be wandering backstage. He even took notice in your terrible humor, which could light up a room in the darkest of moments. You were wearing the cutest little pink skirt, with the matching top. You looked so sweet, so innocent.
He knew he had to have you. The twins, mainly Jimmy, being the talkative people they are got to know you pretty quickly through Naomi. Roman knew better then to mention anything to the twins knowing they would run their mouths to everyone, ruining his plan. Plus, he liked to keep that side of him private.
Roman caught the perfect opportunity to speak to you, on a day all the women's roster was called to the gorilla. He caught you sorting out all the makeup products you would need for the night, when helping all the girls out so they would be ready for their matches.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone backstage?.." You almost jumped out of your skin to the deep voice who startled you as you were in your own bubble. Turning around, you met eyes with the one and only, Roman Reigns.
Everyone knew who he was. The top guy. The money maker. The Tribal Chief. And not to mention the twins had spoken about him several times. You smiled softly at him, while you cheeks heated up. No one was to deny that this man was so very beautiful.
He smiled back at you, showing off his perfectly aligned teeth. "Just sorting out everything i'll need tonight.." you mumbled while breaking eye contact. This man made you so nervous.
"Whats your name sweetheart?" He knew damn well what your name was. He knew almost everything about you. He wouldn't approach you without having his Wiseman do a thorough background search on you. He found out you were a hair and makeup artist, and he even had to admit your work was phenomenal. He also found out you were without man, which gave him the 'go' to approach you.
You mumbled your name to him softly, avoiding eye contact. "A pretty name for a pretty girl just like you.." he smiled while his hand moved up to your chin to move your face upwards. You were forced to make eye contact, with almost resulted in you losing your balance.
"Why are you so nervous sweetie? I don't bite...only sometimes" he joked playfully. The tension between the two of you began that night. Flirtatious jokes, date nights in each other's hotel rooms, even meeting each other's families.
To others, it looked like the two of you were dating. The way he would playfully pick you up and walk around backstage with you boosted up on his shoulder, ignoring the looks everyone gave the two of you. Or how he would go out of his way to order you matching sneaker pairs and tracksuits to match with him. He was in love..everyone knew it.
No one expected it either. From fucking a new girl every night, having a whole roster, to dropping all them hoes the second you guys had your first interaction. The tribal chief was in love..
And even if you wanted to admit or not, so were you. Naomi knew it too. The way you would bite your nails and freak out if he looked hurt during a match. You even once had tears streaming down your face, cause he looked like he was in so much pain.
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"It's sooo pretty look! Look Ro!" You had a massive smile on your face walking around this beautiful garden Roman cleared for the both of you. You held onto his arm tightly, leading him around the garden as if you had spent your whole life living there. He chuckled at your fascination in the flowers. He cleared his schedule to spend today with you and the smile on your face was all worth it. When he informed you he was taking you for a picnic, you chose the cutest little dress you owned. Roman couldn't keep his eyes off you the whole time barely sparing a glance at the garden.
"So baby, there's actually a reason I brought you here.." Your turned around to his face looking serious, unlike the usual playfulness he usually felt when around you. "Whats the reason..?" Your question caused him to look almost nervous, his cheeks a little rosier then usual, it could be cause of the heat outside but the nervousness in his eyes told you the tribal chief really was nervous.
"C'mon Ro....your scaring me" you whined. You hated when people tried to avoid questions. Whenever he wasn't his usual self around you, it made you feel a sudden hint of uneasiness. "Well..this is harder then I thought.."
He was stuttering all over the place, making you grow impatient and nervous. "Is- is it bad?" You asked with your pretty doe eyes peering up at him. "No- no it's not bad.."
"I'm in love with you..like a lot.." he mumbled while his cheeks became almost the brightest shade of pink. He looked at the floor while his lips were pressed against each other. That was not what you were expecting.
The largest smile engulfed your face as you giggled while standing on your tippy toes, to meet his lips. Your lips moulded perfectly against his, the softness bringing a new profound warmth between the two of you.
Pulling back with a even larger smile, you spoke your own truth. "I love you more Ro.."
Relief washed over his face before he also smiled so brightly. "I was so scared, I thought I'd scare you away.."
"Don't be silly you cutie! I love you sooo much!" You pulled him in for another kiss entangling your hands in his little ponytail, before continuing your adventure through the garden from a fairytale.
#roman reigns#wwe#jey uso#jimmy uso#the tribal chief#head of the table#wwe smackdown#wwe raw#paul heyman#roman series#roman reigns fanfic#roman reigns imagine#roman reigns fanfiction#wwe roman reigns#roman reigns x black!oc#roman reigns x black!reader#roman reigns x black reader#roman reigns x reader#roman reigns x oc#roman reigns x you#roman reigns x y/n#roman reigns x original character#smut#fluff#just some cute stuff#wwe jey uso#naomi wwe#wwe fluff
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Cult Leader Geto
Geto x f!reader- nsfw- oral (f recieving) they hate e/o lol
Cult Leader Geto doesn't want you to remember how horrible he really is, so he takes every opportunity to lavish your pretty pussy, whispering how weak you are even as he's got his tongue slipping up your slit. 'taste so fuckin' good, when you're just a-'
Before he finishes his sentence, you shove his head closer against your face, and his cock starts twitching against his robes, while he has your thigh over one strong shoulder. Your cunt is drooling down his mouth, as he sips you up, not understanding whatever energy is inside your human, pathetic little body to make him so pussy drunk.
Your back arches off the wall, head falling back as his huge hands grip your hips, and your hands entangle in raven silky locks, his violet eyes darting up to look at you then, coated in your slick. 'Hate you- I hate you' you whisper, he smirks so arrogant, biting your thigh and then watching as your pussy soaks even more out of your little hole, his slender fingers slipping inside.
'Do you hate me, pathetic brat? your pussy sure doesn't...' he slurps more of you up, fucking obscene. 'Monk-'
'N-no you don't- ah!' you shove his face against your pussy again, starting to ride it, chin, lips, his straight nose, as Cult Leader Geto is buried right between a human's thighs, drinking you up so obscene, and as you climax, he's chuckling again, having to hold you up as your body threatens to fall.
'Hate me so much?' He stands now, looming over you so big and tall, one hand coming to grip your throat, slender fingers wrapping it entirely.
'I'll always hate you'
Doing some extras for Clan/Cult Leader Geto - these are things that are happening in the story that we don't get to see in Baby you're no good- lmk if you'd like more from other stories or this one hehe <3
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#suguru geto smut#suguru geto x you#jjk smut#cult leader geto#clan leader geto#geto x y/n#jjk x reader#geto smut
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Yan!Batfamily x Singer!YN (neglected)
Inspired by @@gotham-daydreams's fic, your work is wonderful and makes me think about many things…. One of the things I think about is if they found Reader from her music…. Reader here is heavily inspired by Naomi Jon, she is an independent singer from Germany, she regularly makes videos on youtube about makeup, shopping on websites, tiktok foods, things like that. She is a very fun person to watch and I highly recommend you watch it, all her videos are in English. (one detail is that she doesn’t talk much about her family, and lives with her friend Vincent and boyyy every time I read about Reader from Not [ ] fics I remember her. If you disagree, that’s okay, I still like the idea of YN’s glow up <3) “Have you seen, come and read my diary Then you will see, that you don’t mean shit to me” – MANTRA- Naomi Jon
I imagine that while shopping at a store, Steph liked the store’s playlist and went to look for who was singing it.
Imagine her face when she finds out that the person she was listening to… was the YN everyone was looking for. She immediately discovers her YouTube channel, social media… and everyone immediately starts binge-watching and stalking all of her videos
Dick would be the type of person who would learn the choreography for your music videos, just to dance with you. He swears he can be the fun older brother you need, he can be in your videos too! And cook! I don't think he wears makeup, but he would watch all your makeup videos because he likes your reviews, and when you make a joke or mix up the language in the video he finds it so funny that he can't help but laugh. He wants to test out the latest skincare products with you and wants to travel together! You look so different now, with bold eyeliner and colorful hair, Dick wonders if you've always been like this and he was just blind because he didn't see it. Come on, he didn't know you had this fun and easygoing side, let's spend more time together, okay?
“This dress deserves… THE BUSINESS WALK!”
Jason sees how you've grown, and how much better you are away from Gotham. Like a flower that blooms only when it's in a clean and suitable environment, you've brilliantly transformed into who you are. But a part of him, the biggest part, thinks you'd be much safer around your family, where they can protect you. You sing and post so many videos on the internet, what if someone comes after you? Let your brother stay close, okay? And who is this friend who lives with you anyway? He is not trustworthy - no. It doesn't matter if you've known him since you were kids and have lived together for a long time. Another thing I bet he would do is join you on the days when you dye your hair in the craziest ways possible, he has some experience with dye, you know?
“C’mon FriendReader, this is the plan for this hair dyeing technique. Yes, all seven colors are here!”
For those who neglected Reader and pretended you didn't exist, he is your #01 Fan now. Tim definitely listens to ALL your music, and is 100% connected to your social networks. He watches and rewatches all your videos, they are so interactive and relaxed that he has the illusion that he is living it all with you. He's the type of person who eats while watching your videos, and watches them before bed, and when he's having a particularly stressful situation he'll lock himself in his room and watch one of your vlogs, because your voice has such a calming effect of normality that for him, it's like at any moment you'll open his door asking to try a 2-ingredient recipe you saw on TikTok.
“Timothyyy~ try this recipe I saw on tik tok!”
Damian is an interesting case… because he discovered that his precious blood brother has a side to him that he never saw. When he walked into your room and looked at all your memories, all your pictures of your achievements, all your music sketches he KNEW you were talented, but when he saw you in action in your videos and shows it was like a cartoon character came to life. YOU came to life! Definitely buy all your merch, and talk about you all the time to John. Do you still have two cats?? Enough, the kidnapping is you and them two.
“My next show will be…”
Bruce goes back and rereads your journal drafts and realizes how much your music has really changed, your focus now being only on your fans and not your family. Like everyone else in the family, he watches your videos daily and keeps thinking “I could give her a bigger box of surprises so she can record a video” “Did she think that dress was pretty? I could buy her a better one, shinier and pinker, just like she wanted.” When you post a video of the backstage of a show and all your lively preparations, he can’t help but feel guilty for the thousandth time that day. He should be by your side right now, a father should be behind the scenes giving you comfort and strength to go on the show. He should be in the front row cheering when you realized your dream of going on stage for the first time. The whole family should… You’re trying so hard, your dedication is palpable in your videos and shows. The little girl grew up and became a dreamy woman, but who do you run to when you need to cry? Let him be your comforting shoulder now, let him come into your life again.
“I made this song especially for you, my fans!”
When Alfred put that video of YN’s childhood on TV, where she performed in a school play, to remind everyone of her absence, he couldn’t be more proud of his work when weeks later he hears her voice coming from one of the boys’ rooms. It's you singing one of the songs, the batboy repeating it for the tenth time. Your voice has changed, from a childish and angelic voice to a woman's, your looks have gradually gained confidence and personality, but your “presence” in the mansion is ghostly. He feels so happy for you, you are externalizing to the world what he has always seen: that you are incredible. Alfred doesn't need to marathon your videos to feel closer to you, he already has affectionate memories, he already has albums from when you were a baby and tested recipes with him, he already has videos of you training to sing when you were little… But he still watches your videos because unfortunately, even with him you lost contact. He watches the videos like a grandfather watches his grandson's stories “Oh? Are you in Tokyo now? How wonderful, dear, remember the coat.” “Oh dear YN, I don't think this recipe will be good for you…” “Yn, be careful with the scams on these strange websites!”
“Guys, I know what you’re thinking… BUT maybe combining onion and chocolate CAN work.”
#dc jason todd#dc comics#dcu#batman#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#jason todd#yandere batfam#yandere batboys#yandere batman#this is platonic btw#batfamily#alfred pennyworth#dc robin#red hood#batman and robin#yandere tim drake#yandere dick grayson#yandere jason todd#yandere damian wayne#yandere damian x reader
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"Don't worry about me."
"I'm allowed to worry for people when they are doing stupid, foolish things."
"You worry about everyone."
"False. I've never worried about Cecil Markowitz a day in my life."
Nico snorts, tugging on his boot and yanking on the laces. "Right," he drawls, "and the insistence on walking him fourteen entire fucking miles to the bus stop at the end of camp was because..."
Will flushes. "Because he's stupid, okay. He's actually unwell. I checked his brain and everything. If I leave him alone too long he'll get kidnapped, and then what?" He cocks a hip to one side, crossing his arms and tapping his foot and generally just looking like a carbon copy of his mother. Nico mourns his lack of camera. He needs to send Naomi another snapshot for the Wall of You Do Act Like Me, You Little Shit. "What am I gonna do if he dies, huh? Resort to off-brand Twizzlers? I'd rather kill myself."
The frayed ends of his laces cooperate, finally. He desperately needs new combats but the thought of having to break in a new pair makes him want to strangle the nearest karpoi. Any one of them would do.
Nico pushes himself to his feet, cupping both sides of his boyfriend's scowling face and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, holding there until he feels them soften. He smiles, snickering at Will's huffy pout.
"I am doing one errand," he says, exasperated. "Just one."
Will throws his hands up. "You know who else did one errand?! Orpheus! That's right, dumbass, and he died! So!"
He waves his hands again, because obviously he cannot simply make his point with his words alone. Oh, no. His whole body needs to get involved, or else there is Not Enough Emphasis.
Gods, Nico loves him to death.
To death, and then some.
"You are more dramatic than your father," Nico says, kissing him again before pulling away. "You know that?"
"I thought you loved me," Will grumbles. "I thought you loved me, and then you go around saying such insulting things. Don't you love me? People who love me would never say that to me."
"I have actually heard that exact speech come from Apollo's mouth. Twice, at least."
"I'm about to commit a felony. It rhymes with shmassault and battery."
"Shut the fuck up," Nico says, but he's grinning. Will is scowling hard but doing a very bad job of it, and Nico can actually see the don't you dare fucking laugh you're mad at him you have to stay mad at him flashing around in his eyes.
Nico swipes his thumb gently over his freckled cheeks.
It does not take very long for him to cave.
"I'm just worried," he admits, sagging into Nico's hold. His head, as it always has, fits perfectly in the crook of Nico's neck. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to his temple.
"Knew it."
"Shut up." The quick curve of his exasperated smile twitches against Nico's collarbones. "I just mean. Gods above, Nico. It's all the way across the country."
"I shadow travelled all the way across the world, once," Nico reminds him. He runs a hand through fraying curls. "I was fourteen at the time."
"Yeah, and you almost fuckin' died."
Will pulls away, agitated, and Nico lets him. The fraying curls get worse with every tug of his twitching hands, and the sound of his own echoing pacing makes him jump. The bags are deep and black under his eyes.
Nico sighs.
"Will," he says, and words hard to keep the frustration out of his tone, "Will, sweetheart, you cleared me."
But Will isn't listening. The mumbling has started, and so has the fidgeting; the bandages around his arms twist, and twist, and tug, leaving red marks on his bruised wrists.
"Monitoring hymn," Nico hears him mutter. "Or a lifeline..."
Nico checks his watch. He's -- well, he's late, technically, but he's never been punctual even one time, so it's fine. He's got time. He flops to the marble floors, leaning against his bedpost. He watches his boyfriend, notes the flicker and flash of his glowing freckles, of his spattered burn scars.
You and I both know you will be fine, Chiron had said. He had sighed, long and aged and hard, and stared at his buzzing, fritzy student. It will be good for him. Exposure.
"Will," he calls, eventually. "Tesoro."
Will stops. He blinks, coming back to himself, to the cabin. He searches around, eyes settling on Nico's comfy spot on the floor.
He sighs, shoulders sagging. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. He stands there a long while, still except his breathing, tense.
"Everything is -- green," he says eventually, voice small. "I don't know how to stop it."
"You know how to make it worse," Nico points out, as gently as he can manage. "You've been spiraling for weeks."
"Not -- weeks."
"Since the start of the month."
"Yeah, only a few days."
"It's the thirtieth, Will."
He looks up, eyes wide. "No." He blinks. "Actually?"
Nico's smile is small and sad. "Yes."
"I thought -- I thought --"
"I know."
He doesn't really. He's watched it for years, but he doesn't -- understand, not in the way he understands the depression, the anger, the grief. He and Will have more things in common than they don't, but he doesn't spiral. Not like Will does. His pain has always bubbled and burst its way out of him, tingeing the edge of his vision red and igniting the curl of his fists. His pain has made him quick. His pain has made him quick, it has made him bitter, it has made him miserable, but it has always pushed him forward.
Will's pain gets curled up endlessly inside him, twisting his insides to knots.
It robs him, sometimes.
"Come here."
Will does. The fight has drained out of him, and there are tears in his eyes, even as he tries desperately to blink them away. His bandages lay limp at his sides, fluttering in the breeze from the still-open door.
"It's not that I don't trust you," he says, somewhat desperately. He turns so they're facing each other, criss-crossed knees knocking. "I do."
"I know," Nico says. He manages a small smile. "I always know that, Will."
"Good." His bright eyes soften in relief, fingers rubbing at his sternum. "You -- you're powerful, Death Boy. More than anyone I've ever known."
Nico raises his eyebrows. "Careful with that, Sunshine. You're going to get smited."
"Smote."
"Don't correct me when we're having a vulnerable moment."
"Don't need correcting, then."
Nico's smile widens. Will's, this time, matches, dimple flashing on his left cheek. Nico presses his thumb there, relishing in the sudden heat of Will's face and accompanying rolled, flustered eyes. He lingers, and stares, and stares, even as Will squirms, as the glow turns into something hotter than blood heat.
"I'm going to be okay, my love."
"I know."
"It's one jump. Hazel is waiting, unicorn draught at the ready in case I start swooning like a damsel."
"I know."
"Even my dad knows."
"I know."
"I would actually have to try to die, Will. Like there would have to be real effort on my part."
"Just --" he scrunches up his nose -- "I don't know what you could say that would make me less scared of it. Of losing you."
"I mean it would kind of suck if you did." He tilts their foreheads together, because it looks stupid as shit at this angle, and he knows Will'll laugh. He's right. "Since you love me and everything."
"I suppose it's one of those conditions," Will allows. "The whole caring if you up and die thing."
"Yep."
"S'a real pain in the ass."
"You're telling me. I was just fine being an emo loner, not giving a fuck about anything, and then you had to go ruin it. Now I gotta stress about your wellbeing and shit."
"Must be exhausting."
"Miserable." He reaches for Will's hands and squeezes, hard, until Will squeezes back. "It is the most important thing to me, though. Ever."
Will swallows. "Okay."
"I love you, Will Solace. Even when you are annoying about grammar and when you are prodding me about my iron levels and when you are so far in your head you're losing time." He pulls back slightly, just enough to press a kiss to Will's knuckles. "Especially then."
"I love you, too." Will swallows. "You'll be okay."
"I will."
"And you'll IM me when you get there."
"I will."
"And I'll be okay. Waiting."
Nico smiles softly. "You will be."
Will takes a deep breath. He nods. He stands, pulling them both up, and walks to the darkest corner of the Hades cabin, shoulders tense but face brave. He turns, exhaling slowly, and brushes invisible lint of Nico's shoulders, hands lingering.
"I will see you when you get back," he says.
"When I get back," Nico echoes. He kisses him again. "Worrier."
Will huffs, and Nico laughs, and he lets go, and Will lets him, and he steps into the familiar darkness, and the last thing he sees before the shadows envelope him is the trust in Will's light eyes.
#i did not intend for angst when i started wrting i intended maybe like 600 words of humour#so this was a fun surprise#but i have wanted to write this for ages. maybe not at this exact time cus i gotta get up in five hours. but cool ig#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#and toa is actually referenced this time damn rarity for me#nico di angelo#will solace#nico di angelo & will solace#nico di angelo/will solace#nico/will#will/nico#solangelo#established solangelo#established nico di angelo/will solace#will solace angst#will angst#will solace has anxiety#bad#theyre older in this btw#he also lowkey might have ocd but im not a doctor so#100 ways#100 ways to say i love you#well it was originally anyway lol#my writing#fic#longpost
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I Shifted!! Storytime
I shifted to my 80s fame reality last night and I was contemplating if I should share it or not because of some "negative" things that happened but I guess that what happens when you don't really have a script for everything.
Anyway I woke up there as normal I didn't do any method and I just went to sleep thinking that I really do miss my Arcane reality and had an intention to go there but guess where I woke up 😃
Yes in my 80s fame reality.
I was kinda of reluctant because of what I had experienced before I shifted back ( The story is on my intro blog) and I was so close to shifting back when my s/o came into the room.
He was like you have to get up because we have a Press conference to attend. And obviously the 1st thing that comes to my mind is the scandal that I was in, and apparently when I shifted out of there it had gotten worse to the point where I was sued and was scheduled to go to court.
I got up showered, you know did the stuff and we were on our way to the press conference and my manager was explaining what was happening and was reading to me what the tabloids were saying about me, my s/o, my FAMILY!! And I'm like hell no, so I tell her to send a word out that I will sue whoever mentions my family in issues that do not even concern them because I don't fw my family. You are going to get sued.
We arrive and my s/o was holding my hand telling me that everything will be okay and that he's here for me ( omfg I miss him😭) and he was giving me kisses to calm me down because I was literally shaking.
I enter the room and the cameras go off. I was so nervous as hell that I thought of shifting back at that moment because I honestly couldn't take the pressure ( I don't like being under pressure)
And then they start asking some weird ass questions like; If I'm associated with the Illuminati or if I've done plastic surgery on my face,If I'm a lesbian ( this was actually funny 😂), if I do cocaine since a picture of me and Naomi campbell at a party was leaked. Nothing was said about the scandal and they were just outright bashing me for my looks or just wanting me to look dumb.
Ofc I was furious as hell and I cursed at them because wth I fucking shifted there they are not gonna stress me out I can do whatever I fucking want.
Buuuuut it looks like I forgot that as much as you are the creator of your reality, your consequences will have actions. And the actions that were taken were absolutely wow like just wow. I felt like Britney spears for a moment and I just told myself that Imma have to shift back for my mental health because everything and anything was being done to me and my team, from stalking, to random calls because my number was leaked, I had to fire my manger because she was exposing personal information on me and my s/o. So if we went to dinner for some reason the paparazzi were there, but turns out it was her that did it!!
Anyway, It was fun while it lasted but I don't think I'll be going back there unless I script a whole new ass script but yeah we'll see.
I shifted there for I would say almost a month so about 2/3 weeks but I'm honestly not sure.
Don't let it discourage you, just script that you have the ability to control the tabloids or something cause I didn't 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
#reality shifting#shiftblr#shifting blog#shifting community#desired reality#shifters#shifting realities#reality shift#shifted#shifting antis dni#black shifters#shifting storytime#shifting stories#shifting consciousness#fame dr#neunnnnnnn#shifting#shifter#shifting motivation#shifting success#storytime dr#shifting s/o
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Wrapping | J.U.
Summary: Can I request a Jey Uso Christmas prompt #18. Jey sucks at gift wrapping, and the reader can't help but tease him . She records him and then sends the video to Naomi 🤣.
Requested by: @miss-kuki-nz
Author's Note: Taken from my Christmas prompts found here. This is a suggestive fic.
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Taglist: @theworldofotps @magicalbuttertarts @surdelcielo
Naomi picked up her phone from the island in her kitchen. She was baking some cookies and had a little time to spend. A text message came in from Y/N.
Come get him!!!
"Come get him? Girl, we warned you about him. There is no giving him back," she scoffed.
Her phone dinged with another message from Y/N. A video attachment almost thirty seconds long waited for her. Naomi rolled her eyes, but curiosity got the best of her. She clicked on the video to play.
Y/N was in the shot. She was giggling about Jey being unable to wrap Christmas presents. With his kids away, he wanted to get a head start on the wrapping. He didn't realize how hard it was to actually gift wrapping. When she made it to the living room, she rotated the phone to Jey.
Wrapping paper littered the whole room. Different tape sizes were stuck to his arm. A piece somehow got stuck in his hair. He started to just take random chunks of paper to cover the present. Even if it didn't match with the rest of the paper.
"Come on, man. I ain't playing with you and that phone," he whined while sucking his teeth. "I need your help before the kids come back,"
"Our little Jey is having a problem with wrapping gifts," Y/N giggled.
Jey mocked her giggle. "Me? Little?" He asked with his eyebrows raised. He turned his head over his shoulders and cleared his throat to mimic Y/N. "Jey, wait, you are so big. I need time to adjust. Baby, I have to shop with Naomi tomorrow. Don't go so deep. I need to walk,"
Y/N glared at him from behind the phone. "Do you want my help in wrapping the presents or not?"
A cheeky smirk pressed on his tan face. He patted the spot next to him. "You come over here and I'll show you how good I am at unwrapping,"
Naomi placed her cellphone down and shook her head. Her phone went off again.
"Ain't no way," she muttered and flipped her phone over. A message from Jey with a picture attachment. The following words written over a picture of some clothes piled on the floor.
She don't mind my unwrapping skills thoooo.
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ltye + gym time

authors: this was inspired by a request/suggestion by @romansthrone we all know smut is hit or miss for me, but this felt very much like something that needed to be done, so here we are. i.e. idk wtf this is, but we're just going with it, friends.
warnings: smut
words: 2k
gif belongs to @romanreigns (don't know why the stupid tag never works smh)
Solana has come to enjoy training. Come to enjoy feeling herself growing stronger: mentally and physically. It’s a different but welcomed experience. So, it’s no big deal to her when Bayley and Naomi text that they’re stuck in traffic due to a bad accident that essentially shut down the interstate. Knowing they’re going to be more than just a couple minutes late, they instruct her to get started on her stretching until they get there. Not a big deal.
She’s confident enough to do that all on her own.
But therein lies the issue.
She’s not alone.
Because walking into the home gym, she’s met with none other than the hulking 6’3 frame of her husband who’s in the middle of a bench press.
“Oh.”
Solana was unaware of the fact that Roman planned to come back home after leaving their bed around 7am this morning. She figured he’d get his workout in elsewhere, maybe the Warehouse. Not at their home though. Especially not when she needs the space to train.
But her reaction is not one of anger or irritation. It’s something…..else. Something that’s solely driven by the fact that Roman’s physique is something crafted by the Gods themselves. His massive shoulders and bulging biceps are on full display in the sleeveless dri-fit workout top, and she would never admit it out loud, but it’s hard for her eyes not to focus on the bulge that’s pressing against his workout shorts as he pushes his muscles—and her self-control—to the limit.
It’s only when he goes to sit up that she redirects her attention to another machine. Anything to hide the truth of what she was really staring at.
“I—” She clears her throat. “I—I have training today.” Solana grips her water bottle, tightly, as she forces her gaze back on him. Her stomach caves in just ever so slightly watching him stand up and walk over to her. “I—I need to stretch.” Something flashes in Roman’s eyes, something she recognizes but refuses to feed into. “Bay—Bayley and Naomi. They’re—they’re running late.”
“Mmmm.” Her body is practically on fire under his intense gaze, the way his eyes can’t seem to decide if they wanna focus on her face or her chest. “How late?”
But, it’s that question that makes Solana realize she has to take some control. Stepping to the side of him, she moves over to the area with matts that face a section of mirrored walls. “I—I won’t bother you.”
She hears Roman behind her. Sees through the mirror how he can’t seem to rip his eyes from her ass. “You never bother me, Solana.” It’s an almost sweet sentiment that makes her smile a bit until the next part comes out. “But you damn sure distract me……”
No, no, no
Walking back over to him, almost shuffling, she takes a deep breath, doing her best to stay focused and not distracted like him. “Okay, we—we can share this space. I do my stretching and you just….like….do what you do.” She nods and can acknowledge the fact that she’s not sure just who she’s trying to convince. Him or her. “Okay?”
Roman doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to the side, tongue licking his bottom lip.
Oh my god.
“Okay,” she says over a shaky breath, turning to walk away so she can get started and be done. Maybe she can talk the ladies into training outside today, because it’s clear Roman just got started and won’t be done anytime soon. And his focus seems to be on everything but working out, which is no good for her when she’s also struggling to remember her reason for even coming in here….
To her credit, Solana does well. Ish. Because every so often, she’ll look into the mirror and accidentally catch Roman’s eye. Sometimes, she can tell he was already looking in her direction. Other times, it’s truly a coincidence. Regardless of the reason, it helps her realize one very important thing.
That she’s just as distracted by him as he is by her.
But, she stays strong, stays as focused as possible.
Until she does one too many moves, one too many distracting moves.
Solana is bent over, hands on her right foot, enjoying the stretch of her limbs, the releasing of all tension in her muscles when she feels it. Feels him.
Solana gasps and shoots upward. Roman is directly behind her, his erection pressed into her ass, his hands on her hips. “Roman!”
“You really expect me to just stand here watching you bend over every which way and not get hard as fuck?” His hand moves to her stomach, bracing her against him. Solana’s hand moves over his as her eyes flutter shut.
“Roman….” The resolve is practically gone, and even she can admit she sounds more needy than anything. That nothing in the way she says his name indicates she wants him to stop, wants him to move away.
“You said you need to stretch, right?” He’s so cruel, the way he shifts behind her, almost teasing his rock hard dick against her ass cheeks at the same time he moves his hand upwards and gropes her breast. “So let me stretch you out.”
It should be a no. Should be a declined offer. Something that doesn’t result in clothes and plans being discarded in favor of carnal temptations being fulfilled.
She needs to be ready for training. He needs to lift.
They had agendas that shouldn’t be altered, but the minute Roman looks at her through the mirror, full lips lifting into a smirk as he slips his hand into her sports bra and gently squeezes her breast, she knows that it’s a wrap.
And in what feels like only seconds, Roman has her shorts off, her panties somewhere thrown about and her hands planted on the mirrored wall as he thrusts deep into her from behind.
“Roman.” When he’s inside her like this, dick throbbing and pulsing, it seems like the only word in her vocabulary is his name, a couple of profanities, and a few almost slurred indistinguishable sounds that could be words but really aren’t. “Mmmm”
Roman, however, can’t seem to take his eyes off her ass, the way it bounces off his thick dick that’s coated in her essence. “All this body you got, and you really thought I wasn’t going to touch you?” His hand moves to the small of her back, helping to steady her. “Wasn’t going to bury my dick inside you and watch you come apart?”
Solana says nothing, too focused on trying to keep her knees from giving out. Roman’s thrusts are controlled and focused but powerful and profound. It’s hard to keep her arms steady as he drives into her with all the passion and desire.
“P–please—” Eyes crunched up, Solana has the hardest time not screaming, yelling, shouting, anything to release the influx of overwhelming emotions—and pleasure. It hurts, but it doesn’t. It’s good, but it’s amazing. Too much but not enough. He’s giving her everything she needs yet more than what she can handle. “I—ca—” Moving one hand off the glass, she reaches behind her and struggles to get out a logical request. “It’s too—”
At that, he pauses, stops completely, his dick only halfway in her, and she’s never been so annoyed. “Am I hurting you?”
If not for the fact that remembering her name is a struggle with how good he feels inside her right now, Solana would feel a little bad. Would feel guilty for making this man think that anything about how he’s fucking her currently hurts. What hurts is the feel of only a part of his girthy member inside her, teasing her.
“No,” she answers confidently, unsure as to what her goal was in the first damn place.
“Good.” Solana moans and whimpers as he’s cruelly slow with shifting his hips as he works his way back inside of her. “Then take it, baby.” God, this man is unreal. “You can do it, can’t you, sweetheart? You can take all of me. Just like you did last night.”
Just the memory alone of Roman slamming into her, holding her legs up high and on his shoulders is enough to make her come. To make her finally lose all control and fall to the floor as her orgasm tears through her, hindering her of all autonomous mobility.
“C’mere.” Once again, she protests when he completely removes himself from her. Solana hates the hollow and empty feeling between her legs. Roman then turns her around, and she gasps as he hikes her on his waist and moves her so that her back is against the wall.
With one arm supporting her weight, she is both embarrassed and impressed how he manages to position and guide his dick inside her wet, velvety folds. It’s enjoyed and welcomed, but what’s neither of those things is Solana’s thought at him having to hold her up.
“Ro, I’m—” She bites down on her bottom lip, hands on his shoulder as she rocks into her. “T–too heavy.”
The last thing she wants is this man getting hurt, but the almost insulted expression on his face seems to indicate that’s the last thing on his mind.
Roman’s big hands dig into her hips as he asks with an almost haughtiness. “Do I look weak to you, baby?”
Nothing. Nothing about him screams weak.
And he emphasizes that strength as her head is naturally rocked back against the mirror while he starts to fuck her from this new position, deeper almost, more intimate. Her breast bouncing against her ribcage from the force of his thrusts.
Roman groans again, pushing his dick into her, mesmerized by the almost discombobulated expression on her face. He fucking loves how much she loves this. How much she loves the feeling of him inside her almost as much as he loves being inside her.
“Goddamn, this pussy gripping the shit out of me.” He nips at her neck, hissing as Solana’s short acrylics press into his skin. “Soaking wet and just for me, huh?”
She moans into his shoulder, shaking her head, that stroke of Roman’s ego encouraging him to shift her up higher, this different position just enough to help him find her spot. The evidence in how her whimpers and moans get louder combined with those thick, luscious thighs tightening around him.
“Love the pretty sounds you make, baby. All fucked out like this on my dick.” Roman is almost certain he could spend the rest of his life fucking his wife and never grow tired, never want to pull out or not experience the majesty of her wet ass pussy. “You gonna let me fuck you like this tonight? Hmm?” It’s a wicked thing to do, Solana thinks to herself. Mean for him to ask her something like that when she’s in no position to deny him. An impossible thing with how good he’s making her feel. “Gonna sit on my face so I can eat that pretty pussy till you’re pushing me away?”
Fuck.
Roman’s filthy talk during intimacy is something she’s certain she’ll never get used to, even if it does make her cunt flutter and throb with need.
“Y—y–yes, baby.” Because only a fool denies a god. “Oh, shit, right there—”
“Damn straight.” He squeezes her ass, wishing he’d taken her top off. He loves her titties almost as much as he loves her ass and wishes he could have them in his mouth right now. “My sweet girl letting me take care of her.”
And take care of her does he. In every way, especially like this. Always like this.
Solana holds onto him, clutches him close as he continues to talk her through it. The perfect combination of nice and nasty, tugging and pulling her closer and closer to her limit, to that edge where stars are the only thing she can see as a burst of intense, almost painful pleasure shoots through her, making her hold him even tighter. Roman’s tender voice is in her ear, encouraging her to ride it out, to let him fill her up as his own release arrives over him.
He’s gentle in the way he pulls out of her, uncaring of the cum, both his and hers, that saturates his dick. He’s too focused on the excitement at watching it spill down in between her legs and the way she continues to hold him, clearly unable to stand and walk on her own.
Solana lays her forehead against his chest, panting, “that—that was—”
“Always is,” his smart reply is also accurate. Intimacy with her has easily become one of his top three favorite pastimes. Her pussy is fucking addictive. Smirking, he does his best to ignore the fact that he’s still technically semi-hard and could absolutely prop her right back on his dick. Kissing the top of her head, he dances his fingers across her lower back, half-joking, half serious when he suggests, “you should let me stretch you out more often.”
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𝖎'𝖒 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓.


summary — your new to the whole 'sex' thing and when your cousin's hen party strolls into a sex store, life gets a whole new meaning - storeclerk!rhea au. pt.1
warning(s) — none, lowercase intended!
wc - 5.4k
you didn't know how you ended up here, but you hated it already. you'd never been the party girl type and the most alcohol you'd had was a small sip of beer at your dad's birthday party. and that was only to make the whole thing more bearable. and now here you were in the middle of a bar crawl in Perth with your cousin ariana and four of her friends from high school. you grew up in the same town as everyone else, but you were homeschooled and kept far too busy with daily activities to have much of a social life.
"come on, keep up!" harper turned back to face you, giggling, nearly stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk. harper was ariana's maid of honor and this whole bachelorette bar crawl thing was her idea. it didn't seem like ariana's scene either, but even the redhead was having more fun than you were.
you just held your purse tighter against your side as you stepped carefully around a subway grate in your five inch heels, trying to keep up with the small group of inebriated women.
"oh my god." you picked your head up at the sound of tara's chuckling voice, nearly bumping into her as they all came to a stop. you really needed to stop looking at your feet when you walked. but you felt so uncomfortable in the tight mini dress, surrounded by cat-calling men around the busy sidewalk.
"no," ariana giggles, blushing as she shook her head, her ponytail swinging slightly behind her head. "guys, come on-"
"excuse me, i'm your maid of honor, i choose what we do." harper stated firmly, starting to tug on her arm towards the nearby door.
Aphrodisia
Adult Toys, Videos, Novelties, and More!
"come on, we'll just look around and then head to the next bar." leona ushed ariana towards the door with the help of harper, tara and naomi. and you had no choice but to follow, or else you'd be left alone with the creeps.
entering the store, the giggling from the group of tipsy twenty-three year olds overpowered the soft rock that came from the speakers. the store was much bigger than it looked on the outside. a winding staircase near the entrance leading to the second floor. the lighting was dim and it smelt like burning incense, which actually put your mind at ease for the briefest moment.
"welcome to aphrodisia," a bored female voice came from a few feet away. you turned your head to see a girl sitting at the small, glass checkout counter, aimlessly scrolling on her phone. you bit the inside of your cheek slightly as you let your eyes roam over her face, grateful she hadn't looked up since you came in. she was wearing an oversized dark grey tee with what looked to be a band's name across the front. she had a few tattoos on her arms, and a few peeking through the gaps on her black ripped jeans. maybe it was the poor lighting but you could swear her dark hair had been dyed blue underneath.
"hello? is anyone home?" harper joked, tapping against your forehead as she appeared in front of you. "come on, we're going to look around."
"right." you nodded, turning away from the dark haired beauty at the counter, "sorry." you ignored the look harper gave you, grateful for the dim lighting that hid the blush that rose to your cheeks. god forbid she caught you drooling over the counter girl. but you shook it off, tucking your hair behind your ear, following the rest of the girls around the store.
so far, it was nothing but novelty toys and gag gifts such as penis-shaped lollipops and party hats for bachelorette parties.
"please don't buy them and wear them around," you cringed at the though, but turned your lips up slightly as the rest of the girls giggled over everything. you were not wearing a penis hat. not in public. you had no interest in the male anatomy and definitely did not want to wear it on your head.
glancing around, embarrassed, you watched as a man walked nonchalantly through the room towards the back, going through a beaded curtain into the next room. you didn't even want to know what was back there. though, you assumed it was the video section, which made your skin crawl. your only time seeing porn was a complete accident. your sophomore year of college, you had been doing research for an assignment on your laptop when suddenly your screen was covered in naked and scantily clad women, touching themselves or each other. you remembered snapping your laptop shut faster than the speed of light. and as much as it made you blush with juvenile curiosity, you'd made sure to install the highest rated pop-up blocker you could find.
"let's see what's upstairs," naomi lead them to the staircase after they'd looked around and laughed at every blow-up doll and penis-shaped toy in sight. apparently, they were skipping over the lingerie section across the room, which you were fine with. your choice in undergarments weren't completely modest, but you didn't exactly have a need for the sheer nighties and crotch-less panties you were sure this store had to offer.
heels clicked on hardwood floors as the six of you walked up the stairs. you kept your arms crossed tightly against your chest as everyone else looked around, giggling as they picked up some of the dildos and vibrators that were on display, playing with them and laughing like a bunch of twelve year old boys looking at a Playboy for the first time. you just glanced around, your blush increasing as your eyes took in everything around you. the store seemed to be divided into different departments like some kind of kinky walmart. the room they were currently in had a whole wall of toys of different shapes, colors, and sizes, no two were the same, but they all served the same purpose.
you wandered away from the girls, biting your lip as you glanced at the selection in front of you. you were no stranger to self-pleasure, but you weren't exactly a connoisseur either. on the rare occasion that you did decide to explore yourself and give yourself some much needed release, all you knew were your own hands. which worked fine for you, but the array of toys in front of you had you curious about what was so special about them. this little black one didn't look too scary...
"need any help?" a male voice made you jump with a slight yelp, retracting you arm that had been reaching for the small black bullet vibrator.
"no. thank you. just browsing," you nervously tucked your hair behind your ear and straightened out the wrinkles in your dress, not making eye contact with the man who would probably be about your height if you weren't wearing these heels.
"okay. well, my name is dominik. i'm working the floor, so just holler if you have any questions," he smiled politely.
"dominik?" you quirked an eyebrow, admittedly looking a little judgmental.
"it's spanish," he waved a hand with a shrug before walking off.
that was definitely a sign that this just wasn't for you. with a deep, cleansing breath, you walked across the room to where the others were playing with a fluffy pair of handcuffs. you just wanted to leave. this place made your skin crawl. there was a fucking bed in the corner with different restraints wrapped around the four corner posts. apparently for people wanting to test them out before buying them. a chill ran down your spine as you tightened your arms across your chest. you felt like such a prude, blushing at every little thing you saw while the girls were completely comfortable making jokes about it. you already knew that you were the only virgin in the group. and the only lesbian, since all the others seemed to think this was the perfect time to discuss and compare their boyfriends' sexual stamina.
"ariana. i'm gonna go see if they have a bathroom downstairs," you interrupted the fit of girlish giggles.
"okay, we should be right down," the blushing redhead smiled before you turned and walked back down the stairs. you were tempted to grab the black toy you'd been eyeing and subtly buy it quickly and hiding it in your purse. but then you would have to face the girl at the counter. and there was no way you were going to put yourself through that embarrassment.
holding onto the railing on your way back down, your heart leapt in your chest when you spotted the dark-haired girl near the bottom of the stairs, fixing a crooked display of body jewelry with the same bored expression on her face.
"finding everything all right?" the girl looked up at you with what you could only assume was her customer service face. but she had an enchanting smile nevertheless.
"yeah, just waiting on my cousin and her friends," you ducked your head a bit shyly as you reached the bottom step, subtly taking in how good this girl's ass looked in her baggy black jeans.
stop it.
"bride squad?" she chuckled.
"how'd you guess?"
"years of experience. drunken bridesmaids in the middle of their bar crawl are basically the target audience here. only thing i see more than that is middle-aged dads who run straight back to the video section," she crossed her arms over her chest with a shrug.
you just breathed a light laugh as the pink tint refused to leave your face as you ran your hand nervously up and down your arm. "that must get annoying. especially if they're all like my cousin and her friends."
"well, if your cousin and her friends are anything like a majority of the bachelorette parties that come through here, you're leaving here with something dick shaped," the considerably taller woman quirked an eyebrow, "for your sake, i just hope it's not the hats."
you laughed through an obvious cringe, shaking your head, "god, i hope not." you bit the inside of your cheek, noticing deep blue eyes looking you up and down before your body suddenly went numb. but like a rude awakening, the sound of your loud crew coming down the stairs behind you made you stiffen up and walk away from the dark-haired goddess. with how invasive and nosy harper was when she was tipsy, you knew if you had gotten caught chatting with the employee, the maid of honor would be giving you hell for it.
no one knew for sure that you liked girls, though you were sure they all had their suspicions. you always chalked your lack of relationship experience up to the fact that you wanted to focus on school. which was partially true. being a psychology major, you spent most of your time studying. but being a closeted lesbian made dating much more difficult, and you weren't exactly the type to put yourself out there.
"we're going to pick out lollipops, come pick out a flavor or i'm choosing for you," harper grabbed you by the elbow to lead you to the array of penis shaped lollipops. you turned back to the girl with the dark hair, smiling a little at the wink and shrug you received.
after what should have been a much shorter decision, the girls all brought their ridiculously shaped candies to check-out counter. it took everything you had not to stare at the nameless woman in black. if only she were wearing a nametag or something. but maybe it was better this way. you weren't from this area and they were only here for the weekend. names would lead to attachment.
"have a good night, be safe out there," she bagged up their purchases and handed the bag to harper.
"thanks, uh..."
"rhea," she smiled politely at the raven-haired bridesmaid, sending a subtle glance in your direction.
harper grinned with a nod before gesturing to herself. "rhea, i'm harper. this is tara, naomi, and leona. that's ariana, she's getting married next week," she slurred a bit and pointed to each of the girls before finally landing on you off to the side, "and that's ariana's cousin."
"nice to meet you," she chuckled at the talkative girl before smiling in the blonde's direction, "and congrats, ariana."
harper thanked her politely before the girls started making a beeline for the door, filing out one by one. you, the last one out, glanced over your shoulder and lifted your hand for a slight wave. "bye, rhea," your voice was just barely above a whisper, but the girl at the counter heard you loud and clear, mirroring her wave with more confidence.
"bye, darlin'."
you rarely ventured to perth. you went to school in albany, but it was rare that you traveled outside that area. but for the past few days since ariana's bachelorette party, it was like the mysterious downtown area had been calling your name in rhea's raspy voice. it was stuck in your head along with everything else about her. her smile, her laugh, her bright eyes and the way they made you feel when they traveled along your body. she even invaded your dreams. and you took advantage of the time your roommate was out to make yourself writhe under the covers with your newest romance novel in your free hand and rhea in your thoughts. it was getting to a point where you couldn't even focus in class.
stepping out of the subway train car, you held your purse tightly to your side as you made your way to the exit, climbing the stairs that lead to the sidewalk, following the route they had taken the other night to get to the strip of buildings and lower level stores, bars, and restaurants. it's a good thing you decided not to drink with everyone else that night, otherwise they probably would have never made it back to the plaza.
it looked different in the daylight, but it made it much easier to find your way around. and before you knew it, you were standing in front of aphrodisia. adjusting the beanie on your head, you took off your sunglasses as you entered, glancing nervously at the counter.
"welcome to aphrodisia," the dominik guy from that night greeted you cheerfully.
"thank you," you muttered, heading straight upstairs. at least you had plans to buy something so this wasn't a total stalking mission. but if rhea wasn't at the counter, you were starting to worry that she wasn't even working today. or at least right now.
biting your pink bottom lip, you headed for the wall of vibrators, looking for that little black one again while you subtly glanced around for the dark haired girl that had been running through your mind for days. sighing, you picked up the small box that held the bullet vibe inside, reading over the description. it didn't look like it would do much, but the box bragged about multiple speeds and vibration patterns, making you blush as you read over each one.
"finding everything all right?" you gasped and flinched as a voice sounded from behind you, making you drop the box. people really needed to stop sneaking up on you in this place.
picking up the box, you turned around almost furiously, but her anger quickly diminished when you saw familiar blue eyes looking back at you with a smirk that made you want to melt into a puddle on the floor.
"sorry, didn't mean to scare you. long time, no see," rhea chuckled as you held a hand to your pounding heart, the adrenaline masking your embarrassment. for now, at least. "for real, though, are you finding everything okay?"
"yeah, i just came for, um…" there was the embarrassment. "this," you held up the box you had dropped quickly.
"can i be honest with you?" rhea leaned in to ask quietly, making you mirror her actions unconsciously.
"yeah…?"
"that's a cheap piece of plastic, it'll probably die after a few uses. especially if you use it on a high setting or one of the patterns. not to mention it's loud as hell," she stated simply, walking around you to glance around the shelves. she scanned them determined until she found what she was looking for, her tongue poking out slightly as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. you couldn't help but notice the glimmer that reflected off her piercing under the dim lighting. "this," she picked up a small blue one that looked just about the same, "it's a little more pricey, but does all the same stuff. it's quiet, it's plastic with a rubber coat so it's softer and more comfortable. plus it's waterproof, unlike the one you picked out."
"oh." your mouth hung open a bit.
"were you looking for something more small and compact specifically or…? what made you pick that one?"
"it was black," you blushed, giving her an honest answer, "it just seemed more…simple than everything else."
"have you ever bought a vibrator before? for yourself?"
you looked around, biting your lip before shaking your head, blushing furiously.
"hey, it's not a big deal. this is a judgment free space," rhea rested a hand on your shoulder with a reassuring smile, "but i get that it can be tricky and fucking embarrassing picking something out for the first time, so i'm here to help. i don't work on commission or anything, so everything i suggest to you is for your own benefit, not mine. okay?"
you searched her eyes for signs of insincerity, though you didn't know why this girl would have any reason to be insincere with you. you were still nervous, but you nodded, watching as rhea's pink lips curled up into a bigger smile, showing off her pearly white teeth. "so first things first, are you on a budget?"
"not really," you murmured, "i'm not looking to spend hundreds of dollars, but i don't want to get anything too cheap."
rhea nodded and clasped her hands together. "well, like with anything, vibrators go through regular wear and tear if they're not cleaned properly or if they're used frequently. some hold up better than others, but obviously those ones are gonna be more expensive." you nodded, following her around. "so, if you're comfortable telling me how often you masturbate, that'll point us in the right direction of what price range we'd be looking in. if not, we can still figure something out."
you nearly choked on your own tongue as your eyes widened, jaw slacked as you tried to find the words. you didn't really even have an answer to that question. it wasn't like you had a set schedule. but you'll admit that it had become more frequent in the past few days. all thanks to the girl who was standing so patiently in front of you, waiting on an answer.
"i-i guess normally it's once every week or two," you stammered shyly, averting your eyes. you didn't know what she expected, but seeing rhea just nod and glance back at the boxes on the shelves gave you a sense of relief.
"okay. so you wouldn't be looking for something to use too frequently. so you said you were drawn to that first one because it was black?"
"i-it's my favorite color," you laughed nervously.
"okay, good to know," rhea laughed, "so it wasn't the size or anything that you were specifically going for?"
"i guess not…i saw it the night i was here with my friends, i figured the smaller the better so i could hide it from them until i got back home."
"so another personal question, but when you masturbate, what do you like?"
"what do you mean?" you swallowed thickly, feeling your palms start to sweat.
"i mean, do you prefer clitoral stimulation, penetration, anal play, or a mix of anything?"
you were sure that your face was as red as a tomato. But you cleared your throat and straightened up, trying not to look so nervous. "i guess just…c-clitoral. penetration only sometimes…"
"when you're in the mood for it?" rhea asked, watching you nod, "well, we have anything that can suit any need, honestly. but if you mainly focus on clitoral stimulation, but enjoy penetration sometimes, i recommend one of these." She lead you to a shelf of straight rod vibrators, some rubber, some silicone, some a mix of the two. She reached for one of the ones on display, it was soft blue plastic with a thin rubber coating, smooth to the touch and not scary looking at all. "this is a good one. and it comes in black," she handed it to you with a smile, "you can turn it on if you want. it has a few speeds."
you nodded and bit your lip, pressing the button towards the bottom and flinching when the toy came to life, vibrating gently in your hand. it was quiet, which would come in handy.
"hold it against the tip of your nose," rhea instructed.
"what?"
"i know it sounds weird, but trust me. and don't worry, it's clean," the taller girl chuckled, watching as you did as she said, holding the vibrator to the tip of your nose. "how's that feel?"
"weird. is this some kind of joke?"
"surprisingly no. actually the tip of your nose is just as sensitive as your clit, but without the extra nerves. so if a certain vibration speed feels too strong or intense on the tip of your nose, it's gonna be too much for your genitals," she explained, "it's just a little trick to keep in mind."
"oh."
"so is it too strong?"
"no, it's okay," you pressed the button again, feeling like an idiot holding a vibrator up to your face. but at least you were learning without judgment.
"cool. and the good thing about those is you can use it on your clit if that's all you're looking for, but you can also use it for penetration if you decide that's what you wanna do at any given time."
you took the toy off your nose and nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. how could this girl be so carefree in how she spoke about sexual stuff? you found yourself blushing if you even talked about kissing.
"i like girls, so i-is it normal for me to like…um…"
"what? penetration?" rhea quirked an eyebrow at you, "totally normal. you don't have to be attracted to guys to enjoy penetration. the attraction is in your mind. your body just wants the pleasure. just like guys can enjoy anal penetration without being gay. this is why toys were made."
you nodded, remaining quiet. you could feel your body heating up, but you remained as neutral as possible. rhea didn't need to know that your heart was beating a mile a minute in your chest.
"did you wanna look around some more or do you think we have a winner?" the dark-haired girl cocked her head to the side curiously.
"i think i'll stick with this one," you whispered involuntarily. your voice was slowly disappearing and you just hoped your roommate wasn't in when you got back to your dorm.
"do you want the black one?" rhea smirked, putting the blue one back on display, already reaching for the redblack one on the shelf and handing it to you. you thanked her quietly as she lead you back downstairs. "i can check you out, i've gotta relieve dom for his break anyways."
you watched rhea's hips sway as she made her way behind the counter, shooing the pale-skinned man away for his break before typing into the computer and scanning the box.
"did you wanna sign up for a loyalty account? totally free and you'll already earn a ten dollar credit for next time you come in for purchasing something over fifty bucks," she looked up you, a small smirk painting her lips at you fidgeting slightly.
"sure," you nodded. you weren't sure how often you would be back in, but as of right now you weren't thinking clearly at all. As much as you were enjoying rhea's company, you wanted to get home.
"just fill out this info, i'll put it into the system," rhea traded you a piece of paper for your credit card, doing the transaction while you filled out the information slip.
signing the receipt after finishing filling out the paperwork, you took the bag from the taller girl and bit your lip gently. "thanks for your help, rhea."
"anytime, angel. you should get an email about your account in about an hour," she smiled, eyes shining.
you smiled shyly, ducking your head briefly before showing yourself out.
you sat in class the next day, admittedly feeling much better than you had been in the past few days. your mind was clear and you were able to focus, though the image of rhea still popped up in your head. you didn't know how that woman knew so much, or how she was able to talk about it with a straight face, but you certainly appreciated it. you'd never met anyone like her before. the only person you'd really talked to about sex was ariana. but the blonde, like yourself, would just blush and try to change the subject. god forbid the topic ever came up around harper or tara, they spoke so explicitly and made such a big deal out of it.
but with rhea, while it was still embarrassing for you, she made it seem so normal and made you feel like there was nothing to be embarrassed about. then again, it was her job to help people find what they're looking for. she probably just talked about it so much that it was boring to her now. but you couldn't help but wonder what else she knew…
"miss?"
"hm?" you flinched, picking your head up. apparently you'd been unconsciously doodling again.
"your presentation?" your professor quirked an eyebrow at you.
"oh, right," you shook your head quickly to wake yourself up a bit, retrieving your notes and making your way to the front of the class.
a few hours later, you were sitting towards the back of the lecture hall, trying to stay awake. you loved majoring in psychology, but this professor had such a boring, monotone voice. you tried to keep your phone in your purse most of the time, wanting to focus on the information that you were learning, but if you had to listen to this man speak another sentence in his low, boring tone, you were going to lose it.
your brows knit together in confusion at the group of missed texts from an unknown number, glancing around before unlocking your phone.
rhea: hey this is rhea from aphrodisia. rhea: i know this is really invasive and creepy of me, but i just think you're really cute and i was gonna see if you wanted to go out for drinks or something. rhea: you can totally ignore this if you want or just tell me to delete your number and i will
you could feel your heart pounding rapidly in your chest and you honestly wondered if anyone else could hear it. it was like a percussion band in your ears as you read over the texts over and over again, your palms starting to sweat as you typed out your reply.
hi. how did you get my number…?
you watched with high anticipation as a little grey bubble appeared on the bottom left of the screen, adjusting yourself in your seat so you could sit up straight.
rhea: you put it on the loyalty account info slip yesterday.
oh right, you forgot you had signed up for that.
rhea: which i know it's super unprofessional for me to do that, but you said you liked girls, so i figured i'd shoot my shot. rhea: plus i didn't know if i'd ever see you again to ask for your number in person.
a blush came to your cheeks as you bit your lip. even through texts, this girl had the power to make your face flame up.
is this how you pick up everybody you take a liking to?
you bit your lip harder as you tried not to giggle to yourself at your own boldness.
well, i suppose i'm flattered. but…why me?
nervousness continued to rage like a fire in your chest as you watched the grey text bubble pop up again.
rhea: honestly, you just seem really sweet and easy to talk to. plus did you even SEE yourself in that black dress last weekend?
if it was possible for the flush on your cheeks to get more intense, it was happening right now. and you were sure that you would draw blood if you bit your lip any harder. a small smile painted itself on your lips as the grey text bubble popped up once more.
you're easy to talk to, too. but i know it's probably in your job description to make people feel comfortable while they're shopping.
rhea: i mean, yeah, no one's gonna feel comfortable buying dildos and handcuffs if we make a big deal out of it. but you learn after a while that we're all just human and pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of. but i didn't feel like i had to use my customer service voice with you.
rhea: to be honest, while we were talking, i forgot you were even a customer for a second.
you clutched the phone harder in your hands as you resisted the urge to tell her how pleased you were with the purchase you'd made yesterday. rhea didn't need to know that. you barely knew her, and regardless, they were having a personal conversation. you didn't need to treat this girl like a rate and review page on amazon.
rhea: you still there?
yeah, sorry i'm in class.
rhea: oh sorry! i'll leave you alone. but how bout that drink?
rhea: no pressure.
you closed your eyes in deep thought. what harm could one drink do? were you really willing to go out with the random dark-haired girl who sold you a vibrator just yesterday?
when are you free?
rhea: i work pretty much every night :( and i'm sure you have classes during the day if you're in one now.
rhea: do you have anything you would need to be up early for on saturday morning?
not to my knowledge.
rhea: the store closes at 11 friday night if you wanna meet here? we can just walk over to one of the bars nearby if you want.
you bit your lip as you thought it over. it was obvious that you liked this girl, and she seemed to like you back. but…what happened if things worked out between you? your mother would never approve. when would you be able to make time for each other with your schedules being so different already? what if rhea got bored of you or vice versa? what if rhea was just using you?
you're thinking way too deep into this. it's one night, one drink. you're gonna regret it if you don't.
rhea: your hesitation is worrying me, pretty girl.
just say yes, dumbass. who knows the next time you'll meet a pretty girl who not only likes you back, but makes the first move? you deserve this.
i'll be there. of course.
rhea: okay! i work the floor friday night, so if you get here before closing just come find me upstairs.
okay :) can't wait.
rhea: me either :) see you then, darlin'.
placing your phone down on your desk, you pursed your lips together in a tight line, trying to contain the smile that threatened to take over your entire face. thankfully your excitement overpowered your apprehension. you were sure that when the dust settled you would be more nervous than ever. but for now, you were floating on cloud nine.
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who wants to come playtest my "chatbot" before i start working on the deeper level? (no actual ai involved trust me it's beginner html magic)
Not a lot changed since i last posted about it, but the next thing i put into it will be where shit goes down so i want some opinions first! :) You can exlore everything in like 5 minutes.
I will be changing some names around, like Szatmári Reményke is obviously just a reference to Rem Saverem and meant to be only temporary.
I appriciate any feedback! (even constructive negative! but don't insult naomi's face because that is me)
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Flowers
Based off the song by Miley Cyrus

AN: the wait is finally over!
Synopsis: You have been in a committed relationship with Jack for over a year, but since the two of you have released this information to the world, your jealous ex can't help but to wonder if you can find it in your heart to give him a second chance
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader, Former Joe Burrow x Reader
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It was becoming light outside when you were awakened by Jack placing several kisses all over your face and a smile couldn't help but to break out as you opened your eyes to look at him.
“Good morning my beautiful fiancée.” You heard him say and listened to his morning voice that you loved so much.
“Good morning my love.”
“What do you have planned for today?” He asked as he proceeded to lay on his back as you moved so that your head was on his chest as he started to draw small circles along your back.
“I have a fitting with Margot Robbie and that’s about it. I might go out with Briana, Emma, and Naomi later if I'm feeling up to it. What about you?” You asked as you reached up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“Probably just go to the studio, I shouldn’t be gone long. I have some things I want to work on.”
His answer immediately led to you rolling your eyes and you stifled a laugh as Jack looked at you curiously.
“What? What was that for?"
“Now you know good and well that when you say you’ll be at the studio and won’t be gone long that it really means 3 am and for me not to wait up for you.”
“Babe! I promise it won’t be 3 am this time! I was in the zone and didn’t want to mess that up.”
“I get it, I get it. But if this happens tonight, please tell me and not have me worrying about you. Last time you almost gave me a heart attack thinking that something was wrong.”
“I’m sorry and I promise to. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again. I… know how your trust issues are. I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me and I don’t want to start now.”
“I love you.” You told him as you pinched his cheek making him smile.
“I love you too.” Jack swiftly answered as he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m about to go get ready, you want to join me?”
“As tempting as that sounds, you know for a fact that you won’t make it to the studio any time soon. And you getting back at 3 am will probably be 5 am."
“I-... good point.”
“I’ll probably just go back to sleep, the fitting isn’t until later anyway.”
"Oh, I wore you out last night?" He asked while wiggling his eyebrows.
"Don't start."
"What? I was just asking!"
"Bye, Jackman and go get ready." You replied while laughing and lightly pushed him so he could get up.
Jack simply nodded as he moved from behind you and got up to make his way into the bathroom.
"Don't worry, you'll get this work later." You heard him yell from the bathroom and you immediately rolled your eyes as you let out a small laugh.
You had grabbed your phone off of the nightstand and you were completely caught off guard from one of your notifications from instagram.
1 New Message
Joeyb_9: Y/N, can we meet up and talk? I miss you
You felt your anxiety as well as your heart rate increase as you read the message. There was no way in the world that you were going to reopen a wound that you had healed from.
After the intense break up from your superstar NFL boyfriend, Joe Burrow, you swore that you would never put yourself in such a vulnerable position again.
The cheating, the lying, him sneaking behind your back was a thing of the past and you didn't plan on going back.
So, he had another thing coming if he thought that you were ever going to give him the time of day.
One thing that he always did every week was buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers no matter if you were with him or not. You soon came to the conclusion that you could buy yourself your own flowers and didn't need a man to do that after seeing how he acted towards you.
Especially one that stopped buying them for you after the first year of your relationship and only bought you them with an expensive piece of jewelry because he had cheated again and would do anything in order for you to take him back.
"Baby, it won't happen again, I promise."
So you did give him another chance and once again he blew it. You should have learned your lesson the first time, but Joe being a sweet talker reeled you back in.
You blocked his number, blocked him on social media, and made sure that he gave you back your key to your condo.
A condo that he had bought but at this rate, you deserved to keep it.
You were content with being the rich auntie who got to travel the world and would bring back expensive gifts for everyone while dressing celebrities in your latest designs.
That was until you were asked to style your now fiancé Jack Harlow for The Grammys in 2022. The first time the two of you met, it was as if there was no one else in the room since your eyes never left each other.
You had heard of him and was quite a big fan, so obviously you were excited. Being Joe Burrow's girlfriend did have its perks. Once he got to the NFL and he knew how you wanted to be a designer, you would style him for events and that moved to his teammates, their significant others, and then onto other celebrities.
Jack had heard of you since you had styled Drake for an event before and he had highly recommended you. He took him up on his suggestion and soon found himself the woman that he wanted to marry.
It was hard to break into this industry and the one thing you could thank Joe for was helping you do it. You wanted to not be seen just as his girlfriend and known for your work so your relationship was kept low key. This made it easier for when you did break off things with him not having people follow your every move.
Except, Joe did follow your every move waiting for the right opportunity to present itself so that he could work his magic and his charm on you in the hopes of winning you back.
However, you weren't falling for this shit again because you had moved on and found someone ten times better.
You recalled the last time he had cheated and presented you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers which you immediately grabbed and put it in the trash can as he watched the scene unfold in front of him and told him that you didn’t need a man for shit including buying you flowers. That was the last time you had talked to him and it was over two years ago.
From that point on, you bought your favorite flowers for yourself and once Jack caught on to this, he quickly took over once he had heard your reasoning behind it.
You remember him telling you that you deserved to get as many flowers as you want from someone who loves and appreciates you and you remember your breath hitching in your throat. That was the first time that he told you that he loved you and has kept his word ever since.
What you didn't plan on was becoming Jack's girlfriend and now fiancée and Joe getting the sudden realization that he wanted you back.
All because you and Jack had gone public with your relationship not even 72 hours ago and you had a feeling that he saw it. The two of you had kept it quiet for the entire time that you had been dating, but once he put that huge ass ring on your finger, you wanted to share it with the world.
You had only blocked him from your personal account and not the one for your fashion line so of course that came with you muttering "Fuck" under your breath and shaking your head.
Jack had come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and had heard you so he was immediately concerned.
"Baby? You okay?"
"Um… "
"What's wrong?"
Not wanting to hide anything from Jack, you quickly shoved your phone into his hand showing him the message and his eyebrows furrowed and he looked confused.
"Why is Joe Burrow sending you messages on instagram?"
"Remember that ex who cheated on me multiple times but still expected me to take him back?"
"Don't tell me…." Jack said as he looked back up at you.
"That's him."
"And it's his fucking loss. You're mine now so he can go throw footballs and fuck off somewhere."
Jack handed you back your phone and you immediately blocked him, not even bothering to respond. He should have known better, you finally had someone who respected and cared for you and you for damn sure wasn't going to go back to him.
"He better get the message loud and clear too. No one told him to treat you like shit. Why did you never mention that it was him?"
"I'd rather not dwell on him treating me like that when I have someone that is a million times better in front of me." You said being completely honest and Jack simply smiled at you before leaning down to kiss you.
"This is forever and I don't give a fuck who doesn't like it or who doesn't agree. You're mine and I'm yours. Besides, can he fight?"
"I-... Jack he is a little taller than you and the most he could probably do is try to throw a dumbbell to hit you."
"Oh, so I have a chance to take him?"
"Well….. um…. you're my future husband and I'm going to stick beside you."
"In other words, no and you'll still love me even if he kicks my ass?"
"Correct, babe. But… he can't fight either."
"Woooooooow, zero confidence in me." Jack responded while shaking his head at you while you were trying not to laugh.
"Did I tell you that I love you and that I'll bring you food later at the studio?" You replied while batting your eyelashes at him.
"Don't try and butter me up now."
"Well I'll tell you again. I love you, baby. Now go get dressed."
"I might have to skip the studio and add an extra gym day instead. How much can he bench press?"
Before going to the fitting with Margot, you cleaned up around your shared house with Jack in the hopes of getting what had happened this morning out of your head. He had the absolute nerve to think that you would even give him the time of day.
You quickly sent a message to your three best friends Briana, Emma, and Naomi telling them you wanted to meet for a late lunch after the fitting and if they were free.
All three of them quickly said yes and you couldn't wait to tell them what Joe had pulled. Next thing you know Ja'Marr was about to be in your DM's and you would simply tell him to fuck off since he knew what Joe was doing behind your back, but would simply smile in your face and act like nothing was happening. He got cut off right along with him when you finally decided to do it.
There all four of you were sharing a plate of fried calamari and you had just finished telling them what had happened earlier that morning.
"Ew, are you serious? He has got some fucking nerve." Emma said before taking a sip of her drink and looking at you in disbelief.
"Same thing I said."
"Did you tell Jack?"
"Of course I did. The last thing I ever want to do is keep something from him." You replied while dipping your piece of calamari in the sauce that it came with.
"Well maybe you should hear him out." The entire table had gone silent as all of you looked over at Briana in disbelief.
"Uh? Come again?" Naomi was the first person to break the silence.
"Just hear what he has to say." She replied while shrugging and you simply rolled your eyes.
"So she's supposed to listen to the person who cheated on her multiple times and still did it after she forgave him?" Emma asked while not believing what she was hearing.
"Maybe he's changed."
"I highly doubt it and why would I even entertain this when I have an amazing fiancé who treats me like I'm supposed to be treated? Bri, since you want to hear him out so bad you go and give him a chance."
"I was just saying that maybe you should keep your options open."
"Girl, what the hell is wrong with you today? Where is the Briana that wanted to fight Joe every time this happened and would beg me to leave him?" You asked as you looked at her confused.
"I just think it couldn't hurt."
"Well if I ever decide to do it, I'm bringing Jack with me."
"Okay moving on. So, do we have a wedding date? Venue? Flowers? Maid of honor?" Naomi asked as she batted her eyelashes and was grilling you left and right while all you could do was laugh.
"We literally just got engaged this week!" You answered while smiling at her.
"And is that supposed to mean something?! We all knew from the first time you two met that this would be forever. I'm just so happy for you and Jack is the entire package. I love the way he loves you. You deserve this after how that asshole treated you. But just let Jack know if he steps a toe out of line, I'll cut his dick off." Emma said while still looking over the menu trying to decide what she was going to get for her dessert later.
"He means so much to me and I'm happy that I have him. I literally can go to him for anything and it seems that he always knows what to say in order to make me feel better. I love that man with my whole heart."
"Not you making me want to get married." Naomi said while laughing and you simply eyed her.
"I can always put in a word for you for Urban." You responded and you could immediately tell her cheeks were heating up.
"Just make sure at the wedding, we get paired together."
"Say less."
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Joe let out a sigh and Ja’Marr immediately looked over at him and asked what was wrong.
"She blocked me again.”
“Are we….. surprised? I mean look how you acted towards her.” He quickly answered and Joe instantly had a look of annoyance on his face.
“This time will be different. I just need her to forgive me one more time.”
“Now… you cannot be serious. You cheated on her how many times? And not even including the times you didn’t tell her about.”
“I just wasn’t thinking straight, but now I am.”
“Now that she’s about to be a whole married woman, suddenly you grew up and matured? You literally haven’t mentioned anything about her until I sent you that pic on instagram with the two of them.”
“He doesn’t deserve her.”
Ja’Marr immediately rolled his eyes.
“Oh, and you do? When you treated her like absolute shit. You my boy so obviously I didn’t tell her in the hopes that you would get your shit together, but that clearly didn’t work out. Like Y/N would have done anything for you.”
“I just need to talk to her in person, I’m sure that I can change her mind.”
“Delusional much?”
“Will you just back me up on this?!”
“Back you up on what? Stupidity?” Ja’Marr answered, but Joe was clearly on a mission and would not let this go easily. You were his girl through and through and he was about to do anything he can in order to be able to get you back.
“You’ll see, she’s going to take me back.”
All Ja’Marr did was roll his eyes in response.
“Hmm, good luck with that. But don’t call me crying when she tells you no.”
“I won’t have to because she’s not going to.”
From that point on, it was the middle of the summer so since training camp hadn’t started yet, Joe was making you his full-time mission. He knew that because of you now being engaged to Jack, more than likely you were spending the majority of your time in Louisville so that is where he decided to go first.
He figured that if he could find you anywhere that it would be at your boutique.
Once he walked in, he immediately saw Emma who he knew was one of your best friends and she immediately sent a death glare in his direction and her eyes wouldn’t leave his. The last thing she wanted to do was make a scene, but she just couldn’t help herself and blurted it out.
“What the actual fuck are you doing here? She’s not here and doesn’t want to see you and you need to leave before I call security.”
“Relax Emma, I come in peace.” Joe answered with his hands up in defense, but she wasn’t having it.
“And you will leave here in pieces if you don’t get the fuck on somewhere. She doesn’t want you anymore. She’s finally happy and I for damn sure am not going to let you mess anything up for her.”
“I just can’t come by to say hi?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions. You might have everyone else fooled, but not me because I know how you truly are out of the spotlight. Stay away from her or I will not hesitate to tell Jack and he isn’t going to be happy.”
“I see I’ve caught you at a bad time, but I’ll be back to talk to my girl.”
“Burrow, go fuck yourself.”
When Joe had finally left the boutique, Emma immediately called you.
“Hey boo!”
“Babe! Don’t come back to the boutique for the rest of the day. Go bother Jack or something.”
“What the? What’s wrong?”
“Joe was here looking for you and I kicked him out. He needs to get a fucking grip because ain’t no way in hell you’re about to take him back. I had to mention that I was going to tell Jack in order for him to leave.”
“I….”
“Just… go spend time with Jack. I got this covered, go wedding plan or something.”
Once you had gotten off the phone, you were visibly upset and needed to get your mind off of things. You were going to take her advice and go home and try to spend time with Jack because at this point, you didn’t know what to do.
You had thrown the different fabrics in the backseat of your car before going to sit in the front and dialed Jack’s number. You sped out of the parking lot in the direction of your shared house not believing that he had the absolute nerve to do this.
It didn’t even ring two times, before you heard his voice.
“Yes, my future wife? What’s up, baby?”
“Can you… can you come home?” You quietly asked and you already knew that Jack was not going to let this go without knowing what was wrong with you.
“Of course, baby. Did something happen? I can hear it in your voice. I know when something is wrong with you.”
“Umm…..”
“Don’t start that, tell me.”
“Joe showed up at the boutique looking for me and Emma called and told me.”
“He WHAT?” Jack’s voice instantly got louder and stopped what he was doing.
“I… don’t want you to get upset.”
“How can I not be? What the hell is his problem? You don’t respond to his DM and now he comes here looking for you? He needs to stay the fuck away. Nah, now he got me pissed off.”
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
“I’m not, but protecting you is my main priority.”
“Can you just come home? I don't even want to think about this anymore.”
“Give me fifteen minutes.”
As promised, within fifteen minutes you heard the front door open indicating that Jack was now home. You were simply sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket burrito as you flipped through Disney Plus in order to find something to watch. Jack walked over to you and leaned down to kiss your forehead as you popped your arms out from underneath the blanket to hug him.
“You pick the movie and I'll order food. What do you have a taste for?”
“Hmm Italian please.”
“Coming right up.”
“I'm sorry to take you away from what you were doing, I should have just waited until you got home.” You quietly said as you thought about it.
“No, work can wait. If my baby needs me, she needs me and I'm going to make sure she's okay.” He told you as he stroked your face and you simply nodded.
“What do you think he even wants?” He asked as he placed his phone on the coffee table and sat next to you.
“To talk to me to get me to forgive him. It's always the same thing every time. He thinks that an expensive piece of jewelry and flowers are all that he needs to change my mind. At one point in time that might have worked, but not now.”
A week or so had passed without incident, but you were in for a surprise while you were at your boutique finishing up some sketches when you got a bouquet of flowers delivered.
You smiled at first thinking that they were from Jack and quickly went to facetime him without bothering to read the note attached to them.
“Hey pretty girl.” Jack said and he looked to be eating with Urban beside him.
“Hey handsome. Thank you for my flowers, they're so pretty.” You exclaimed as you switched the camera to show him.
Jack instantly got quiet and stopped chewing as he stared at them and let out a sigh. He instantly looked pissed off. You were confused and looked at him dumbfounded.
“I didn't send you those.”
“Wait, what? But they're my favorite. How….” You trailed off as you grabbed the note that was in the bouquet and looked at it in utter disgust as you saw Joe’s handwriting staring back at you. Without finishing the note, you promptly grabbed the bouquet and walked over to the trash can, throwing it in there before responding to Jack.
“Why doesn't he understand that I’m never going to give him another chance and that he is just simply wasting his time?” You quietly said and Jack had yet to say anything. From the moment you realized that he didn't send them, he instantly knew who did.
“I don't know, but this is really starting to piss me off.”
"I think that I just need to have a conversation with him. Even though I know that the last thing you want is for me to be around him, but it's the best idea I have."
"I was thinking restraining order, but okay."
"I don't even want to think about this anymore. We have other things to worry about, like what we're wearing to Michael's party."


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The two of you showed up to the party together and were mingling with the other guests when you had told Jack that you were going to get another drink. He simply nodded at you and continued to talk to Druski. You made your way inside and refilled your glass when you felt a presence behind you. You silently cursed to yourself once you had gotten a whiff of the familiar cologne that you never wanted to smell again for as long as you lived because of the person that you knew it was attached to.
That wasn't your fiancé, but your ex-boyfriend who you did not know would be in attendance. If you would have known that he was going to be here, you would have stayed cuddled up under Jack at your hotel and not even bother to show up.
“I knew we'd cross paths sooner or later.” You heard Joe say before you turned around to look at him.
“And you can keep walking because I have absolutely nothing to say to you.”
“Come on Y/N, don't be like that. I just want to talk. Just give me one more chance. I should have been the one to put that ring on your finger, not him.”
"You blew the multiple chances that I gave you so what makes you think you deserve another one? Do you think I'm really stupid enough to take you back after all that?” You asked as you looked at him in disbelief.
"I love you, doesn't that mean anything?!"
"No and no you're not. Not when I'm in love with my fiancé and you're in love with the idea of me. Someone you can have on your arm for everyone to see, but treat me like shit from behind the scenes. Face it, you blew it and whatever this was at one time is officially over and never happening again.”
Joe didn't get to respond to you because he saw Jack approaching from behind and promptly wrapped his arms around you before turning your face to kiss you.
“Everything okay over here?” Jack asked as he made eye contact with Joe before looking him up and down.
Joe hadn't been sure if you had told Jack all that had gone down between the two of you, but clearly because of the look on his face, it was obvious.
“Yep, just fine. Got my drink and I was just about to come and find you.” You answered as you smiled at him.
“Teyana was looking for you. She's out by the pool.” He told you as he nudged you in that direction.
You just prayed that this didn't end in a fight between the two of them.
“Well that's my cue to make my way out there.” Was all you said before leaving your ex in the presence of your fiancé.
Once you were out of earshot, Jack turned to Joe and didn't hold back on how he felt about him contacting you when the only thing you wanted was for him to leave you alone.
“I just want you to listen to me and listen to me good. There's literally no need for you to say anything or respond when I'm finished. You fucked up and you lost your chance or should I say chances with her. Y/N is now going to be my wife and the last thing she needs is her ex-boyfriend lurking in the shadows because he has a sudden realization of wanting that old thing back all because you're jealous because now she's happy and with someone who isn't you. While you two were together, you broke her trust and if you honestly think that she was going to give you another chance is wild. So take this as a warning to stay away from her and we won't have any problems. The place of her soon to be husband is spoken for, okay Joe? Good talk.”
It was quiet for a few seconds and as Jack turned to walk away from him, he heard his voice.
“I like you, Jack. I really do, but sooner or later she'll realize the mistake she's making.”
“Only mistake she made when it came to you was staying with you for so long. Don't worry, I'll send you wedding pictures.”
Jack hadn't bothered to bring up what happened between him and Joe for the rest of the party, but you were itching to know. You didn't see him for the rest of it, however you did see Ja’Marr and it looked like he was trying to make his way over to you, but he noticed the death glare that you were giving him and decided against it.
You and Jack had now just gotten back to your hotel room and had gotten settled for the night when you brought it up. He was scrolling on his phone, but could feel you looking at him.
“Yes, baby?”
“What did you say to him? Because I know you don't like confrontation, but I know you were pissed about the entire thing.”
“I just let him know to leave you alone, that's all.” Jack answered as he shrugged and you weren't entirely convinced.
“You threatened him, didn't you?”
“Threat is a very strong word, baby. I make promises. He shouldn't be a problem anymore, but if he is, you need to tell me. I'm the only man that is buying you flowers.”
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About another three weeks had passed and you were currently at your boutique, but also wedding planning when you got small breaks in between clients. You had gotten some wedding magazines and let Jack know that you wanted his opinion so the two of you could move forward with the process.
Of course he had told you that he would be at the studio majority of the day and simply asked Briana to drop them off for you so you didn't have to leave the boutique.
“Bri, can you drop something off to Jack for me? He already knows that you're coming to meet him.” You asked her over the phone and that's when the wheels in her head started turning.
“Yeah, sure what is it?”
“Just a few wedding magazines and he was going to tell me any ideas he had later when we both got home.”
“Not a problem, I'll be there in 20.”
Once Briana got to the studio, Jack was already on facetime with you and the woman at the front let her know where she could find Jack. She made her way down the long hallway and stuck her head in to peek inside the room to see Jack and quickly called out to him.
“Hey Jack, I brought the magazines for you.”
“Oh hey, Briana. Thanks for bringing them. I hope it didn't put you out of your way at all.” He told her as he took the magazines from her hands.
“Not at all, I didn't mind. I had gotten off work early anyway so that's why Y/N asked me.” She told him and he simply nodded, but he was confused at the fact that she was still standing there.
“Uh, Briana? Did you need something else?”
“You know, I was honestly hoping that Y/N would give Joe another chance when she first told me about him sending her a DM.” Briana said and Jack immediately turned up his nose.
“Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“I meant so that we could be together and everyone would get their happily ever after.”
“Wait, what? Briana I don't like you like that and I never have and never will. I'm marrying Y/N who is your best friend so I'm going to need for you to stop embarrassing yourself.”
Little did she know that you were hearing this conversation in its entirety.
“What does she have that I don't?”
“I… I am not doing this with you. So you can see yourself out.” Jack told her as he turned away from her, but she quickly tugged on his arm to turn him back around and attempted to kiss him, but he dodged her.
“You have three seconds to get out of my sight. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but you can now consider yourself uninvited to the wedding.”
“Jack, she doesn't have to know.”
Just then she heard your voice come through Jack’s phone.
“Too late, because I already do.”
“Oh, um….”
"You and Joe deserve each other with how the two of you act."
As you were listening to the entire exchange on the other end, you were honestly in disbelief. Your best friend who had been your friend for years just tried to get Jack to cheat on you. And now thinking about it, everything now made sense. She started acting weird ever since the two of you got engaged all because you see how she now wanted Jack for herself.
You didn't say another word as you hung up the phone and tried to process everything that had just happened as you sat in your boutique. You only had one client left for the day and then you would be able to go home and think about how you couldn't see what she was trying to do all along.
The phone vibrated in your hand and you looked down to see that Jack was calling you back and you quickly answered.
“I…”
“I know.” He quietly said because you were obviously extremely upset.
“How could she do that to me? My so-called best friend.” You asked him as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.
“Like you said, she and Joe deserve each other. I'm just happy you were on the phone and heard the entire thing. Of course I would have told you anyway, but still.”
“Babe….”
“Yes?”
“I want to elope.”
One week later the two of you were in the Maldives as you were admiring your huge wedding ring gracing your finger.
“You act like it's about to disappear.” Jack teased as he peered over at you.
“Shut up, it's pretty!”
“But you're prettier.”
“Hmm, tell me something I don't know.” You responded and all Jack did was look at you in disbelief.
“Hmm, not the response I was looking for. I thought that I was going to get a thank you.”
“Fine. Thank you, husband.” You told him as you reached up to kiss him before he smiled at you.
“That's more like it.”
“You know I had a thought…” You started to say before stopping mid sentence.
“And what's that thought, baby?”
“When I left him, I thought no one would be able to love me better than he could but you came along and proved me wrong.”
“And you'll never have to question how I feel about you or how important you are to me.”
“And even though I can buy myself flowers, I love them more when they come from you.”
I can buy myself flowers
Write my name in the sand
Talk to myself for hours
Say things you don't understand
I can take myself dancing
And I can hold my own hand
Yeah, I can love me better than you can
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Empath's Choice
Kayla approached the hospital doors but began to slow down as the butterflies in her belly fluttered harder than before. She took a deep breath and tried to convince herself it was only extra excitement eager to get out — a technique she remembered from a YouTube video she watched half of once. It didn't help. She settled on calling it first-day nerves instead and continued on towards the building's front door when her phone buzzed again in her hand. Naomi had sent a new reply.
"Dude, you can't still back out! Seriously. This is crazy for someone like you. Go home, say you had a change of heart and just peace out of there"
For a second, Kayla allowed herself to take that suggestion seriously. In fairness to Naomi, she was probably right. She managed to push that thought to the side, however, and continued walking and texting.
"I know it is but I'll never find out if I don't try.. I need to start learning what I can and can't do for myself.. x." she replied.
The building loomed large as her phone buzzed one more time. "Alright, I get it! But be damn careful Kay! keep your eyes down and don't make contact with any of the patients. I mean it! Oh, and make sure to take care of you first crazy girl! :) X"
Kayla pocketed the phone and walked through the doors into a building that was much more chaotic than she'd imagined it to be. The few staff she could see in pale blue scrubs were walking in all directions at once and not a single one appeared to be sitting down to talk to a patient. But perhaps, she thought, that was because there were so many crowded into the small waiting room she could see from the corridor. By her estimation, they outnumbered the seats at least two to one and many looked like they had spent the night there waiting to be seen.
"Note to self, don't get sick," Kayla thought to herself. "And if you break that rule, don't come here for help,"
As she walked past the waiting room to her right, a middle-aged man in a full leg cast crossed her path in a wheelchair. He looked unsteady on his wheels, first weaving left and then right as he fought to control his new carriage. He carried a new set of crutches across his lap and an expression of pain and resignation on his face. When he spotted Kayla approaching his direction he looked up to meet her eyes but Kayla darted her head to the side and looked away.
The man grunted with a deep snort that seemed to come from his belly and almost scoffed at her for being rude. She wanted to apologise, to meet his eyes and say sorry, that it wasn't him or even her, really, but to do so would mean making further contact and she could already feel an aching pain begin to build in her leg.
The last thing she needed was to impair her ability to walk through this place on her very first shift. She limped down the rest of the hallway with her eyes glued to the wall as firmly as she could manage. The pain began to fade again as she made her way to reception where an impatient nurse was already waiting for her.
"Kayla?" the woman snapped at her.
Kayla looked around to make sure it was indeed her she was talking to and then hurried the final paces closer to the desk. She was 20 minutes early but there would be no way to tell from the nurse's stern tone.
"Uh, yeah, yes," she replied. "Kay, actually..."
"Great." The nurse cut her off. "Follow me."
By the time Kayla had heard her, she had already turned on her heels and began walking down a corridor with enough pace that she had to run to catch up. Her hard plastic shoes made a fast rhythmic clacking that reminded Kay of an executive desk toy she used to keep on her desk. For a brief second, she imagined she was there now, without the sterile smells of the hospital walls or the anxiety of illness that surrounded her here. When she tuned back into the room she was in the nurse ahead of her was already explaining the rules and schedules to the thin air where Kayla should have been walking.
"...very short handed, as usual, so we've assigned you to Lauren, a first time mum who came in yesterday morning who was eight centimetres dilated 30 minutes ago and is getting pretty close to delivering.."
"Delivering?!" Kayla replied. She hadn't even found the break room yet.
"Yeah, I know, I'm afraid we're throwing you in at the deep end this morning. Normally we'd put placement staff in a more supportive role on the wards, at least until the paperwork is done, but like I said, we're really short staffed. That's ok isn't it?"
"Yeah, um, fine. No problem at all," Kayla replied with a forced smile.
"Great," the nurse replied. "You know, I have a kind of sixth sense about people Kayla, and I think you are going to be perfect for this job."
"It's Kay," she replied.
"What?"
"My name, you can just call me Kay, for short, if you want"
"Alright, Kay it is." she replied. "I'm Erin by the way, come on, it's in here,"
Erin gave two light taps on a hospital room door before entering almost immediately. Kay followed close behind through the door into a small enclosed area enclosed by blue privacy curtains.
When the door closed behind them, Erin swept back the curtain and stepped out into the room where their patient was sitting up in bed with both hands on her belly breathing in slow, meditative streams as if exhaling through a straw that only she could see.
"Hello, Lauren, how are things progressing?" Erin asked in a brighter tone than she'd used in the hall.
"Slow, too slow," Lauren replied without taking her eyes away from the foot of her bed.
"Poor thing," Erin said, almost to the room more than Lauren. "Well I've brought my helper for today, Kayla.. Kay! She is in training to become a midwife one day too,"
"Ok, great," Lauren replied. "If she can make this baby come any quicker..."
"Hi, afraid not," Kay replied with a forced laugh. She did as much as she could to avoid making eye contact — looking first at the walls, then the floor, anywhere but at her patient.
Lauren didn't reply, but her steady focused breaths began to pick up in both pace and volume as a new contraction appeared to be building. Her hands moved on her basketball-shaped belly and her feet shifted in the bed, bracing her against the mattress with her knees high and spread apart.
"Contraction?" Erin asked. Lauren only gave a slight nod in reply, but the grimace growing deeper and more pained in her face told her everything else.
Erin moved to a machine at the side of the bed just in time to watch the contraction rise to a point at the top of her graph and stay there for several consecutive seconds. Instead, Kay watched Lauren's face as it contorted into a pained sharp grimace. Breaths that came so easily just a few seconds before turned forced and rough as the soft voice turned into a guttural roar that filled the room with the same agony and energy that gripped hold of her body. Instinctively, she pulled her knees closer to her chest and clenched her teeth together — betraying the tight twisting agony that was happening inside.
Kay wanted to look away, doing everything she could not to watch the poor woman too closely. She needed to avoid her eyes, to keep herself a safe distance away from the patient she was supposed to be looking after, but found in a battle against her own empathy to maintain her distance. Despite herself, she moved closer to the side of the bed, just where her classes had taught her to be. She pretended to be interested in the monitors in front of Erin and acted as if she was reading the detailed information displayed on the screen. Even through her act, however, she found herself being drawn into her patient with every passing second.
Before Kay had time to react, Lauren's right hand had left her pained stomach and reached out for hers by the bedside. Instinctively, she grasped it in hers and held it tight, letting her know she was right there with her and they were going to get through this together. She could hear Naomi's voice ringing in her ears, telling her to stop, to back away now before that thought became literally true.
To hell with it, Kay thought, if she was going to do this — be there for her patients when they needed her — then she was going to go all in.
When the contraction had ebbed back again, Lauren looked at her with a grateful smile and Kay returned the gesture. She could already feel a deep-seated pit of pressure growing in her belly. Now, she could only hope that she hadn't just made one of the biggest mistakes of her life.
When the next contraction hit Lauren, Kay too felt a twisting stabbing pain begin in her lower back before spreading through her abdomen and round to her stomach. Within seconds she felt its firm grip hold onto her tight as if squeezing every last breath from her body until she was too afraid to move for fear of making this wretched agony worse. She allowed her thumb to trace over the top of Lauren's hand — knowing well that she was the only person in the world sharing her pain at this moment in time.
Taking a long slow breath, Kay looked to be coaching her patient well so that she might mirror her calm, controlled movements with ease. Erin looked over from the machine and was impressed by what she saw. In just a few minutes she had formed a bond with her patient and helped to make her feel at ease. She seemed to be a natural. Kay, for her part, was fighting her own battle to stay calm and in control. Then, a loud shrieking alarm sounded from outside the room, catching both Kay and Lauren by surprise. Erin, however, barely blinked. Something was happening on the ward and she needed to be there fast.
"Stay here," Erin said to Kay, already halfway out the door. The only rule the ward had, if it had any at all, was that when the emergency buzzer sounded everyone would come running. Erin felt safe in the knowledge that Lauren's delivery was far enough away that she could get back in time — these things rarely took more than 5 minutes. Besides, Kay was doing a remarkable job and she knew that she'd keep her patient calm for the short time it would take her to come back.
"But—" Kay managed before her mentor was already out of the room and out of earshot. She looked back to Lauren who looked a lot more tense than she did a minute ago.
"It's fine, shouldn't be a minute." she said, trying to reassure herself as much as Lauren.
Before Lauren could reply both women felt a tightness build in their stomachs, building to a crest before a sudden pop and slight release in the intensity of the pressure both women felt. A gush of fluid cascaded down between Lauren's legs, splashing over the far end of the bed at its furthest point. For a second, Kay doubled over and grabbed her own stomach, forgetting herself in this new setting, as she felt the warm wet feeling against her own dry legs.
"What was that?!" Lauren yelled, pulling herself upright in the bed.
"It's ok, it's fine, it's nothing," Kay reassured her with a hand on her shoulder. "It's just. your waters have broken."
"Get the doctor in here, quick!" she replied. "Where's Erin?! I need Erin!"
"I can't yet, they're still dealing with the alarm," Kay replied in as calming a voice as she could muster. Internally, she too was panicking as she felt her own stomach shift inside her. In the deluge, Lauren hadn't noticed her reaction, but Kay knew what was coming next. "You don't have to worry about a thing, we've still got plenty of time,"
Kay had barely got the last syllable of time out of her mouth before a sudden and excruciating contraction snatched hold of her body.
"Urghhhhhhhffff..." she grimaced and doubled over in pain, holding on to the bedside rail to remain upright. The agony pulsing through her belly had shifted several gears from the last. Now, there was an unmistakable urgency that came with it. She wondered if all deliveries were like this, whether this was happening down the hall and the reason for the alarm — but she didn't have time to think about that now. If she was feeling it in her then Lauren must have been feeling it too and she needed a professional by her side right now, not someone as helpless as she was.
Lauren's face was contorted in agony, her lips raised in a frozen snarl, her eyes screwed shut and her hand grasped at her belly as it tightened and stretched under her. She hissed and groaned at Kay who squeezed her fingers tight as much against her own pains as to soothe hers.
"I know, that's it, good," Kay whispered, but she noted something else shifting too. The pressure that had been gathering slowly before her waters had gone now felt like a great weight driving itself down through her body.
"Arggghhhh, I have to push," Lauren screamed.
She wanted more than anything to tell her how much she knew about what she was feeling, to let her know that she felt it too but it was the one thing she couldn't do. Even more than that, she wanted Lauren to push, to bear down, and shift his feeling of weight and pressure that was suddenly boring down through her own abdomen. But she needed Erin, there was only so far textbooks and tutorials could take you and this was a long way away from that.
"Don't. Push." she replied through gritted teeth fighting the urge to bear down herself through controlled breaths. "Erin. She'll be back soon. Just wait. just a minute Lauren!"
Naomi was right, this might have been a mistake. She had to find out for herself but nothing in the world could have prepared her for this. She doubled over in pain, grabbing at her belly as her empty womb somehow twisted and raged impossibly within her. She bared her teeth and grimaced, her hand gripping tight to the rail of the bed as she tried in vain to breathe against the wretched onslaught within her body.
"I can't!" Lauren screamed, suffering through the same agony. "I Can't!"
Kay realised she was right. She could feel the pressure aching and clawing deep within her own body and knew that neither of them had much chance of holding out.
"Alright," she gasped. Trying to remember every minute of her training. She picked up Lauren's hand again and placed her right on Lauren's ankle. "Give me a practice push, right down into your bottom."
Lauren wasted no time between one breath and the next. Given the all-clear guidance from Kay, she launched into an effort that Kay would have described as Olympian rather than practice. Before she had time to instruct her to slow down, however, she realised how good it felt to finally be moving with that pressure instead of against it.
"That's it Lauren... Good girl. Good push! Nnnf, keep that. oooof. Coming..."
Lauren continued building her efforts more and more as it went on, piling pressure against pressure determined to fight with everything she had to stop this wretched agony. Then, Kay began to feel something else inside her. The relief she felt against her unrelenting pressure suddenly wasn't the main focus of her attention as she felt a gargantuan weight heaved and bruised its way down through her cervix on its way to the birth canal.
"OHMY. FUCK." Kay yelled, bending double around her waist.
"What?!" Lauren shouted. "Are you ok, is everything alright?!"
As she surrendered her gargantuan effort to check on Kay, both women felt the release of pressure allow the mass of the head to retread back up into their bodies and rise deep inside. Again, it was Kay who screamed out and steadied herself against the bed. Her eyes closed tight and her breath stuttered against the weight pushing slowly and forcefully up into her.
"Fine! Ooof" She replied. "It's ok, everything's fine, you're doing great.."
"What's wrong? Do you need anything? Maybe, get..someone?" Lauren said.
"No, it's fine, You're just..doing so good, we're, er, you're making great progress...""
She smiled as convincingly as she could, but realised that she alone knew how close this baby was to arriving. She couldn't be the patient right now, for the first time, she doubted Erin would make it back and put her job and duties at the forefront of her mind.
"Alright, let's take a look. We''ll see how close we are to meeting baby, and... and go from there, shall we?"
Kay moved herself to the foot of the bed, instinctively shuffling in a half walk, half waddle to protect a belly that she knew wasn't really there. As she moved she kept a close eye on the door as if she could somehow will Erin to come running through it at the last minute. She lingered there for a second, then another, fighting a battle against the excruciatingly intense pressure she felt building within her patient. Erin wasn't coming. Lauren, however, was already ahead of her — heaving into her next effort before Kay had a chance to brace herself for it.
Instantly, she felt that weighted rock in her belly heave downwards through her. In a split second, she fell forward onto the bed, reached out, and gripped hold of Lauren's ankles — doing what she could to hold on and breathe through the crashing pain for fear of falling any further. She could hear Lauren gurgle and groan, focusing her efforts down through her belly and felt her own breath catch in her throat as she too tensed around the mass. Slowly, it bore downwards millimetre by millimetre, stretching and shifting her from the inside in an intense and unbearable agony she felt could tear either one of them in two.
Soon, she began to feel full and rounded as the heavy weight of the head shifted down through her cervix through excruciating efforts. Slowly, Kay began to reconcile the dry dull theory that she had memorised in textbooks with the vivid red red-hot agony that was tumbling through her body. The head, she realised, was rearing past the cervix and filling the birth canal fast. It might not have been in a hurry to get here but it was now going somewhere fast. She lifted the sheet draped over Lauren's raised knees and widened her eyes as the dark wispy hair was on the verge of crowning.
"hooof, OH, hooof, Ok Lauren, you're doing, it, you're URGHHHH, You're doing good! I can see it, I can see the head! It's coming..."
Lauren released her breath and tumbled into a deep-throated scream that matched the energy she was pouring in behind that push.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrghh, Fuck, it hurts so bad!! I want this baby out!!" She no longer worried about Kay's agonised expression or the beads of sweat that trickled down her brow. There was nothing here but the pressure that filled her belly and the agonising pain that accompanied her efforts.
"I know," Kay replied. "Believe me, I know.. You're doing so good, just a couple more pushes and your baby is going to be here, ok?"
"I NEED it out!!" Lauren replied. "NOW!"
"Yeah, me too..." Kay said quietly, breathing through her own agony and preparing for the next. In another instant, Lauren was about to heave down again before Kay had a chance to slow her down.
"Woaah, woaah, easy there!" kay instructed. "Don't push! Not yet.."
"I Have to!" Lauren replied. "I have to push it's too much.. I..Can't.. HNnnnnnnnnnghh"
Kay bucked forward as a shock wave broke through her with the strength of Lauren's effort. She put one hand on each of Lauren's legs as Lauren scrunched her eyes tightly closed, gritted her teeth, and heaved every ounce of energy she had down through her abdomen. Kay felt the immense weight in her belly crush down on top of her vagina and push its way through her body. She too caught herself with a long slow breath and gritted her teeth against the agony that Lauren seemed to inflict on them both.
"OH....OWW..That's Good Lauren. Unngghff That's it. Good..oof...girl! Big push!"
More than anything else right now, Kay wanted to fall to the floor, lay down on her hands and knees and push against this immense weight she felt inside her. But she remembered why she was here. Not for her own care or birth — but to be there for others, to assist Lauren through the most agonising and difficult thing she's ever done in her life. With everyone else who should be here gone, Kay realised that she was the only professional that Lauren had left.
She grit her teeth through the burning stretching pain that radiated out from her abdomen to watch Lauren's labia begin to open ahead of the immense bulge pushing its way to meet her.
"Oh, shit," she said — hoping her utterance was quiet enough that Lauren didn't hear. This was the strangest, most out of body experience she had felt in her life. Watching the pulsing pushing agony she could feel moving down her body come towards her mere inches away. Inside, she felt every inch of that stretching and parting and a ring of burning pain torture her from the inside. She clenched her fist and did all she could to encourage her patient to push harder and stronger while suffering the agonising consequences of every ounce of effort she inflicted on them both.
"Bwhaaaaaaaahhh..." Lauren gasped, letting go of that push and expelling the air that powered it.
Kay instinctively bucked forward as she felt a weight shift within her that heaved back up through the walls of the birth canal with an almighty kick. The pressure and intensity that came with it returned too. As agonising as it was to feel the head heave through her body, it was now more painful to stop.
"Huuurgh, come on Lauren, straight back into it. Oooof ahhhhhh, atta girl. Come on. One, two, three, PUSHHH!!"
Lauren did as instructed. The air in the room was heated and moist, both women were exhausted, beaten, and drenched in sweat, but they were nearly there, so close to the line. Lauren took in another gasp of warm air and used it to push down, curling her head down into her chest and around that great big belly where she was at least beginning to sense some progress at last.
"HNNNNNnnnnghhhhhh" She grimaced and heaved with everything she had.
"nnnnnnnnnghhhhhaaaargh," she heard as almost an echo coming from the foot of the bed. She opened her eyes, barely enough to squint over her rounded belly, to see her trainee midwife Kay grimacing with her own red-faced effort as she too bore down at the foot of the bed in tandem with her efforts. She didn't have the energy, or the space to question her actions, but she could feel her assistance like a hand of god pressing through her belly and easing that weight down harder than she knew she could on her own. Somehow, Kay's efforts worked in tandem with her own, their combined strength surged together so that their whole efforts equalled more than the sum of them both.
Kay looked up to Lauren as she screwed her eyes shut tight once again to push as much strength and pressure as she had down into her abdomen. She looked down to her lips and watched the agony she felt within herself unfold in front of her eyes.
The teardrop-shaped bulge bloomed outwards again into a hard round ball before growing and growing in every dimension until it seemed to stretch her poor patient beyond the limits of what the human body could do. Kay didn't have time to pity Lauren, however, as she gasped and panted, feeling every millimetre of stretch and burn test her own limits.
"hoooo.. hooo hooo. Good. girl." she gasped, sweat beading up and falling from her brow. Again she bucked backwards and down, the urge to push no longer voluntary but a primal impulse as simple as gasping for air.
"HNnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhh," she heaved down and back, watching as both her efforts and Lauren's pushed this baby further and farther down. She reached out, cupping her hands around the emerging head and urged Lauren to push hard with her one more time. As they heaved together Kay trembled, bucked, and grimaced — but held her grip steady as the head thrust free from its former home and gushed into the world through a torrent of fluid and agonised groans that seemed to fill the space between them.
Shocked, dazed, and humbled Kay didn't have time to even process her training before she heard the newborn cry in her arms and Erin enter the room with a bemused smile.
"Wow, look what we have here," she said with praise but not panic.
She took the warm mewing bundle from Erin with great care and handed it over to Lauren as she too processed what had unfolded between them.
"Looks like someone's earned their badge a year early," Erin said. "I knew you were a natural..."
In the time it took to change out of her clothes and go home early for the day, Kay had made up her mind. On the way out the door, she retrieved her phone from her back and lit up its screen for the first time in hours. 14 missed calls, all from Naomi. She ignored them and pulled up Messenger instead.
"Knew there was a reason I had to try, N. This career is perfect for me after all... X"
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okay so. i was listening to epic again and then i started thinking of the hunger games au and. bear with me here. but. but but but!!
rhea "all i hear are screams every time i dare to close my eyes", "the blood we shed it never dies", "gets to make it home alive but it's no longer you" jackson
naomi "this life is amazing when you greet it with open arms whatever we face we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart", "i'd like to show my friend that kindness is brave" solace
apollo "just know i'll be here waiting, waiting", "i will fall in love with you over and over again i don't care how where or when no matter how long it's been" solace
idk man this made sense to my sleepy exam-stressed brain and it seems kinda genius. now i kind of want a would you fall in love with me again perpollo hunger games au edit except idk how to make one. sigh.
bonus:
will "i got in a fight and i didn't die!" solace
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At the age of 7-8, Atsushi escapes from the orphanage and encounters an armed detective agency. Headcanon

* Now the other characters are the same age. Only Atsushi's age is like 7-8 years old due to headcanon.
*The Armed Detective Agency was facing a new crime. A tiger cub was stealing meat and fruit from stores and causing harm to the store owners.
*Originally, this task was given to someone else, but Kenji was the first to find Atsushi. Kenji found Atsushi hiding in an alley in his tiger form. Of course, Kenji thought Atsushi was a normal tiger.
*He then somehow convinced Atsushi and carried him to the detective agency. Atsushi, on the other hand, only enjoyed the food Kenji gave him. Atsushi, on the other hand, just enjoyed the food Kenji gave him. Of course, when we got to the detective agency, things got a little confusing.
Kenji, "I found a runaway albino tiger!”
Kunikida, "What where?! Why did you bring him here?!"
*There was chaos at first, but it quickly ended. Kenji, Rampo, Naomi, Kyouko and Fukuzawa wanted to adopt Atsushi, thinking he was a tiger cub. Tigers are cats, after all.
*Dazai, Tanizaki, Yosano and Kunikida were determined to give him to a zoo, but they lost in numbers. However, Dazai and Rampo noticed that when the tiger cub heard this, he understood them and reacted in fear.
Dazai, "Oh what a clever little tiger. Come here~"
Fukuzawa, "Dazai, don't give the poor tiger weird looks!”
*When Dazai touched Atsushi's tiger form, Atsushi's true form appeared. They notice how weak Atsushi is. Of course, at first everyone was surprised except Rampo and Dazai.
*They realized from Atsushi's clothes that he was an orphan. They planned to give him to the orphanage, but Atsushi got scared and cried. It quickly became clear that this was a bad idea, as it took hours to calm Atsushi down.
*They later learned the reason why Atsushi ran away from the orphanage and decided to take care of Atsushi.
*Atsushi is a calm kid so he doesn't cause too many problems.
*Some armed detective agency members may ask Atsushi to turn into a tiger.
*Dazai will definitely test how cat-like Atsushi's tiger form is by shining a laser at it.
(Dazai points laser at Atsushi) Dazai, "Come on, kitty kitty."
Atsushi, "I will report you to Kunikida and Fukuzawa."
*When Atsushi gets tired of Dazai's teasing, he goes to the other members and complains about Dazai. Atsushi suffers a lot because of Dazai.
*He will get candy from Rampo and Yosano and Fukuzawa will scold him because his teeth are rotting.
*After a while, the detective agency starts giving simple tasks to Atsushi because Atsushi insists on it.
*Atsushi is definitely getting pampered every day because he is such a cute kid.
*The big problem is that there are people chasing Atsushi. Some enemies who learn about Atsushi's ability will go after Atsushi. Of course they will take care of it, but Atsushi will definitely get caught in the crossfire.
*However, there will be no problem as the members of the Armed Detective Agency will deal with it as quickly as possible.
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I'm bored. Please give me something to write about, I'm really bored. Sorry, my English is not very good. Anyway, seriously, give me a few ideas and if I like them, I'll write them.
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a day in this life of yours.
a note from the author: helloo!! the long overdue fic is here! <3 love y'all! this is just part one, i plan on making part two as in after atsushi gets attacked by akutagawa...just bear with me. warnings: suicide (it's dazai.), mild violence(?), fluff, fem!reader, tell me if there's more i should add! part 1 (you're here!) | part 2 the series. word count: 1.7k

Everyday, you'd wake up beside him in his futon, his pretty face staring at you as if he'd never slept the night before when he looked so peaceful. Dazai Osamu, the love of your life, kissed your forehead with care and love he had never expressed to anyone because he was too insecure.
It's fine. You became used to it.
Today, like any other, was a day of work at the agency the two of you worked at. The Armed Detective Agency. An agency filled with dangerous people with good intentions.
Dazai refused to leave the bed as you got up, whining, "no! I don't want to get up, bella, it's so cold!"
"Osamu, come on, rise and shine?" You smiled at him warmly, opening the curtains.
Today, was an important day for you. You were going to meet the new recruit, also the weretiger whom the military was looking for. Nakajima Atsushi, was it? You thought as you huffed, pulling the covers off of Dazai's body. "Wake. Up!"
"Fine, fine…" Your boyfriend sighed, sitting up groggily and ruffling his messy hair. "Will you help me get ready then, bella?"
"…Fine," you gave in as you helped him up and pushed him to the bathroom. "I'm also getting ready, so you don't get to comment on anything."
"Yes, yes…" he only chuckled to himself and nodded. "You can get to the agency a little later. We have the test for him, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, that one," you smiled at yourself as you remembered the test you first took to get into the agency. It was quite eventful, with that super explosive ability of yours. "Tanizaki's the bomber, right? I feel sorry for him. Will you text me when it's done, so I know when to get back?" You aided Dazai in brushing his hair as he put on his clothes.
"Of course, bella. I'll call you, even." He smiled as he stood up, brushing off invisible dust from his outfit.
Dazai walked to the entrance of your dorm, putting on his trench coat and looking back at you with a warm glance then putting on his shoes. "I think this'll end soon. I'll call you as soon as I can, okay?"
"Got it!" You grinned at him, starting your morning routine.
When your lover isn't by your side…time passes quickly. As a proof of your statement, not long after he left, your boyfriend called. You picked up the phone, staring at the Dazai call image, and put it to your ear. "Osamu?"
"Bella, you picked up! We're heading for Uzumaki, can you join us?" His voice rang through your ear.
"Oh, sure. I'll be there in five," you smiled to yourself and walked towards the door.
You put on your shoes, phone back in your pocket. The heels of your high heels click against the floor as you step outside the dorm and lock the apartment door, pulling and twisting on the handle, just in case.
From the agency's dorms to the office was a fairly quick walk. In about just three minutes, you arrived at the cafe, a little bit late. You said your 'good morning' to the cafe owner and the waitress, and the both of them smiled at you in greeting. Dazai sees you and waves you over as Atsushi curiously glances backwards.
"Ah, bella, right on time." He stands up and offers his seat to you and ordered a cup of tea as you asked the owner for an espresso.
"Nice to meet you, Nakajima-san." You politely greet the weretiger.
"A-ah, um, sorry, who are you…?" He tilts his head and laughs awkardly.
"Oh, how rude of me. I wasn't called last night. I'm [NAME]," you say and offer to shake Atsushi's hand, who doesn't realize it until three second later.
"O-oh, nice to meet you, L/N-san. Just call me Atsushi," he shakes your hand.
"Then please call me Y/N."
"O-of course, Y/N-san."
"Oh, right," Tanizaki spoke up, Naomi clinging to his arm. "Let's play the game! It's a tradition. Whenever a new member joins, we have to guess the seniors' previous jobs. It's part of the training, after all!"
"Alright…" Atsushi turns to look at the so-called siblings. "Tanizaki-san and naomi-san…were students?"
"Oh, bingo," Tanizaki lights up.
"How did you know? I'm impressed," Naomi asked.
"I heard that you're a part-time worker, and I thought you might still be a student given your uniform," he explained. "Tanizaki-san seems close to me in age, so…just a hunch."
"Honesty is a virtue," interrupted Kunikida.
"What about Kunikida-kun?" Dazai smirked at his colleague.
"Who cares about what I used to be?!" The blonde yelled.
Atsushi narrowed his eyes at Kunikida, trying to figure out his senior's previous job. "Public worker?" He asked Dazai. "An official?!"
"So close! He was a teacher. A math teacher, at that." The brunette responded.
"Huh…" Atsushi's mind wanders off into imagination, an image of Kunikida teaching math appearing in his mind.
"Of course you'd use the law of exponents here!" The Kunikida in his mind shouted.
"I can totally see that," the weretiger laughed nervously.
"It's all in the past!" The diligent man shoves his hands roughly into his pockets. "I don't even want to think about it."
"What about me and Y/N-chan, then?" Dazai asked with a smile, sparing you a glance before going back to Atsushi. "What did we use to do?"
"You, Dazai-san and Y/N-san?" He said, confused.
"I'll guess Dazai-san's first…Well…Dazai-san was…was…" Atsushi thought really hard, staring at that stupid face of your boyfriend's.
"…まぁ、まぁ。(Well, well.)" You interrupted Atsushi's thoughts. "I suggest you give it up before your brain fries because of us."
"Yes, don't bother, brat." Kunikida says. "Their former professions are in the seven mysteries of the Armed Detective Agency."
"The first person to get it right receives a reward, right?" Tanizaki asks with a warm smile.
"A-a reward?!" Atsushi's eyes light up.
"That's right. What was the amount again? It's been multipled because no one's been able to get them right." You wink at the boy and look at Dazai.
"B-by the way," the weretiger starts, "how much is it, exactly?"
"700,000 yen total." Dazai answered, as if it were no big deal.
"S-seven hundred grand?!" Atsushi's eyes bulged. "S-so if I get it right, I can claim it?"
The background lit up with fire.
"A suicide proponent is true to his word," Dazai nods.
"Well, two seperate portions. But if you guess Dazai's, you can easily guess mine," you grin and take another sip of your drink.
"Atsushi-kun looks excited," comments Tanizaki.
"His determination is admirable," Naomi nodded her head in agreement.
"Seven hundred grand will be mine!" Atsushi looks really fired up. "Speculator?"
"No."
"Writer?"
"Nope!"
"Office worker?"
"Wrong!"
"Researcher!"
"No."
"Lawyer?"
"No!"
"Journalist?"
"Boo."
At this point, Tanizaki and Naomi were looking at Atsushi weirdly, like he turned into a completely different person.
"Pilot!"
"Wrong."
"Interpreter!"
"Non, non…"
"It's all random…" Tanizaki muttered.
"Yeah…" Naomi replied as Atsushi shouted, "Japanese chef!"
"Booo."
This went on for a bit more until Kunikida interrupted their guessing game. "I bet you were just wandering around doing nothing," he remarked, referencing Dazai's laid-back personality.
"…Nope. I would never lie about this." Dazai said with a smile. "Do you yield, Atsushi-kun? Then you can take the check!"
"What?" Atsushi looks dumbfounded.
"If you don't have enough on you right now, you can start a tab," the suicidal maniac says.
"You'll earn some money soon, so you can pay it back, definitely!" You gave Atsushi a thumbs up and a warm smile. "It's the agency's go-to restaurant after all, it'll be alright!"
"Yes, this is Tanizaki," the ginger's voice catched everyone's attention. "…Yes, okay. Got it."
"We have a job?" Asks Kunikida as he turned to look at the boy.
"Yes," Tanizaki replies. "The client's already at the Agency."
"Well, it's time to work!" You cheer, standing up from your chair. Everyone else followed.
"Let's save the guessing game for another time," the brunette says.
In the agency's office…
"So…" Tanizaki starts, "you've mentioned that you'd like to request an invitation, but what manner of investigation are we speaking of here?"
The client was a young woman with blonde hair and dark red eyes.
"Beautiful…You're a lady as ephemeral and elegant as a lotus blossom," Dazai starts, "would you be willing to join me in a double suicide—"
A vein pops on your head as you smile menacingly and kick Dazai in the side. "Dazai Osamu," you drag him to the computer room and slam the door. "You guys keep going."
"…Apologies for the disturbance," Kunikida sighs and goes after the two and into the computer room. "Don't worry. Please disregard what just happened."
Another slam of the door. It'll need to get replaced soon.
"Regarding my request…" the woman continues with an incredible poker face.
"Y-yes?" Tanizaki turns back to look at her.
'Wow,' Atsushi thinks. 'She's managing to carry on as though everything's normal.'
"Well, it seems like there's recently been a group of distasteful people loitering in my company building's back alley." She says.
"And by distasteful, you mean…" Tanizaki urges the woman to keep talking.
"They appear to be dressed in rags," she remarks. "Some of them have been heard speaking a foreign language."
"They must be smugglers or some such." Kunikida emerges from the computer room, the door closing with a thud behind him. "The military police may 'police' all they want, but they keep multiplying like rats on a ship. Unavoidable in a port town."
"Right," the blonde woman looks away. "If we had some evidene that they're running afoul of the law, we could reach out to the military police. So…"
"You want us to stake out the place and get that evidence," the man concludes. "Brat. You go."
"Huh?" Atsushi looks up at the older man. "What?!"
"It's a simple stakeout job," he states. "Besides, smugglers are mostly harmless. They're usually o nly good at making a break for it. It's the perfect first job for you."
"But…" He seems uncertain.
"Tanizaki, go with him." Kunikida shifts his attention to the other boy.
"If onii-san's going, I'm going too!" Naomi giggles and strangles Tanizaki.
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