#honestly I don't think she truly knew much about it and just went off of stereotypes but still

[decaf-mother]

Thinking about the time this girl obsessed with zodiac signs asked for my sign and I said Scorpio and her response was "Oh I can't be friends with manipulators" and blocked me.

[ashwhowrites]

No cash, no problem

Summary- Y/N can't afford to pay Eddie for the night, but he has a different payment in mind

⚠️smut- oral sex and fingering ( age gap but it's all legal )

Single milf!reader x babysitter!Eddie

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Eddie struggled to find a job, he did his dealing but he also wanted a job so Wayne could know where the money came from. But based on his appearance and reputation in the town, not many gave him the opportunity.

Then he met a stressed-out mom in a store. Way in over her head and struggling to keep her three kids in check. He helped that day and now months later, he found himself their babysitter.

Eddie adored Y/N and her kids. He met her ex, he was a total dick and a shitty dad. The kids loved him, he got along the best with the two boys. They talked about movies and video games. He got along with everyone and he had a good relationship with Y/N.

Eddie had all the kids down for bed by the time Y/N arrived. He sat on the couch as he watched the TV low. He watched as she bent over to take off her heels. She sighed deeply and ran her hand through her hair.

"Stressful night?" Eddie asked, his voice causing her to jump and turn around. A relieved smile as she noticed it was Eddie. He muted the TV as she walked over. He eyed her dress, the way her body looked amazing. Her curves are more at notice with the tightness of the material. Her perfume smelled amazing and she looked gorgeous.

"You have no idea," she groaned, she began to dig around in her purse. Eddie assumed for cash for the night.

"Tried a date, right? Complete asshole, who didn't even pay for dinner. Then doesn't drive me home so I had to take a cab," her voice got more stressed as she dug around in her purse faster. "Which now I realize I gave the last amount of my cash to the driver and now can't pay my fucking babysitter." She groaned, throwing her purse on the floor.

Eddie held back a small laugh at her mini meltdown. "It's alright, Y/N. Don't worry about it." He said.

"No! You do so much for us and deserve to be paid. I mean you got Ben an A on his project, and Kasey won't shut up about you. I think she's in love. And Jack adores you. I mean you do more than their father." She ranter, steering away from the topic. "Can I double it next time? Or I can write a check?" She struggled to find a solution and she was so frantic about it. Eddie couldn't help but watch her fall apart.

"Those are all fine. Or honestly, it can be on me. It sounds like a shitty night." Eddie offered, he stood up, his body up close next to hers. He felt his fingers inching towards her before his brain knew.

"I need a bath then I'll be fine. But I'm still paying you some way." She smiled gently at him as she touched his arm. A short way to show her affection and a promise. She went to move away but Eddie moved faster. His hand grabbed her arm, and he brought her hand up to his mouth. He watched as she froze and sucked in the air. Her mouth slightly opened.

"I think I know a way you can pay me. A slightly different method." He whispered, then he took her ring finger, one that used to have a band around, and slowly put it in his mouth. He was crossing a huge boundary and he prepared for the slap across his face. But instead, she moaned and zoned her eyes in on his mouth as he sucked her finger.

"What's that?" She whispered, her voice cracked and she coughed to try to fix it. Her eyes never left his mouth as he let her finger go with a pop.

"Let me eat," he started, yanking her arm to bring her body smack against his. She stumbled into him but he kept them in balance, "that pretty pussy, momma." He whispered against her lips.

She wasn't sure if she got drunk off her glass of wine or if Eddie was truly hitting on her. He was an attractive boy, but he was just in his twenties and she was ten years older than him. It was way too wrong to feel this turned on.

"The kids." She mumbled, turning her head to look up the stairs. Eddie grabbed her chin and brought her face against his again. His lips were right on top of hers.

"Then you'll have to be quiet then, huh?" He smirked, raising his eyebrows as he challenged her.

"But..." She trailed off. She tried to wrap her brain for an argument but she felt like her brain shut off.

"You say stop, and I'll stop. Let me make you feel good, take away your stress. Feast on you like you've never felt. Not by that loser ex-husband and not that loser from tonight." His dirty words made her submit. A little pleasure wouldn't kill her and he was of age. And based on the hardness she felt against her thigh, it was something he wanted.

She nodded and allowed his lips to smash on hers. She gasped as he slammed her against the wall and his hands immediately slipped under her dress. She moved her tongue into his mouth and her hands went in his hair. She was rough and tugged. Harder each time she heard the growling sound he made.

She moaned against his tongue as his fingers moved her underwear aside, and his fingers fucked into her. Her head fell back and his mouth latched on her neck. She cradled his head as she began to ride his fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep quiet, not trying to scar her children for life.

She gripped his hair harder when his thumb rubbed her clit and his teeth sunk into her flesh.

She got her breath back when he pulled away, but her break didn't last long. He dropped to his knees and pulled her leg over his shoulder. He growled at the sight of her wet pussy, pulsing and asking for more. He didn't need the extra wetness, but he still spit right on her clit. A way to mark her as his.

She threw her hand over her mouth the second his tongue was on her clit. He knew just how to suck and flick. He made her knees shake. His fingers were back inside of her as he sucked on her clit.

Eddie loved the taste of her on his tongue. She was sweet and way better than he imagined. He couldn't deny the amount of times he thought of doing this. And the many nights he craved to taste her just like this.

He didn't care to be clean, he was messy and sloppy. His tongue moved between her folds to taste every inch, removing his fingers just to circle his tongue inside. Her body arched off the wall and he could feel her digging at his roots.

Eddie moved his tongue back up to her clit, and his fingers entered her again. He went fast and slipped in three fingers, and then slipped in a fourth one. He felt her snapping before she even made a sound. Four fingers deep as he fucked her and spelled his name with his tongue on her clit, sucking harshly at the very end as she came.

Her body slumped against the wall but he kept his mouth on her, shoving her against the wall and he held her up as he finished tasting her. She was sensitive and shaking but he made sure to lick up every single drop.

She tried to catch her breath when he gently placed her leg back on the ground, he moved her underwear back in place and pushed the underwear against her sensitive clit. She bit back the whine, the material soaked up her wetness. He pushed her dress back down and cleaned off his mouth.

He smirked as he took in her fucked off state. "no cash, no big deal."

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[c0llisiion]

ATTENTION — K.TH

★Pairing: kim Taehyung + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: exes , kinda toxic ig , bigdickdom!tae , choking, slight exhibitionism , reader is lowkey bipolar , angry sex/make up sex (they just went through a breakup) , mirror sex , oral, slapping, creampie , unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!) name calling, degradation, kth is kinda mean — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 2,435

A/N: HIIIIIIII!!!!!! so yes another kth fic :’) its been a while so that’s justified! This is actually one of my first fics i ever wrote nd i found it rotting in my notes so i decided to tweak it up and post :3 (the og was shit.) will finally be able to post more often <3 anyways enjoy! Hope you like itttt

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded club. It was a huge party, hosted by one of your closest friend. There were people dancing, drinking, and giving men lap dances. It was a wild one!

You were dancing hard with your girlfriends. Those few shots you took finally hit you. 

You were approached by your friend, while having the time of your life "Hey, bae, there is someone you might like to see.." You stopped and focused on what she was saying "Who?" You inquired. She pointed out a man sitting in one of the booths. He was talking to another familiar man and didn't seem to notice you. You stood there, staring at the man in a suit with a few of his buttons undone. You were, honestly, in disbelief. This day is truly one for the history books.

"Taehyung..." You stood there wide-eyed. "Hell yeah, girly, I invited him for you and you only," she said with a smug smirk. "Go on, bae, get your tiger!" She nudged. "I-i-" you stammered. "come onnn ,, stop being a fucking pussy and go talk to him!!" She started shoving you in his direction. You stayed put, not letting her push you more. "Dude, for god's sake! It's going to be so awkward!" You turned around to face your clearly drunk friend. "Bitch, you were the one that was venting to me about how you wanted to see him almost every day since you broke up!" She countered. What she said was right. You were venting to her every day, nonstop, from the day you broke it off with him. "I-I had confidence that time..! But I don't think i will be able to show that same confidence .." Your friend narrowed her eyes at you. "PUSSY!" She shouted in your face. You both giggled it off before she spoke up. "Well if you are not comfortable yet, then it's fine. I heard that he already has a new girlfrien-" "what?" Your ears perked up. "Wdym what? Did you not hear? Apparently he is fucking that hot chick , aeri from back then; she had approached him two days after you broke up, and they have been dating ever since." You look back at the man clad in a blue suit with a white button up underneath before letting out an angry scoff, "What a bastard..." 

"Its time to get that bastard back into your life," your friend winked at you. 

"Heeeyyyy, Taehyung! How is the party going for you?" Your friend approached him, stumbling slightly. "It's going well! I'm having so much fun!" Taehyung said it with excitement. "Ouu, I'm glad to hear! Ykw, do you want to join us on the dance floor?" Your friend batted her eyelashes at him, baiting him into joining her. "haha imma pass!"  " Cooommeee oooonnnn, it’s going to be fun, Taehyung" she begged for him to join her, and he eventually did after much persuasion. He joined the dance floor and was quickly hoarded by hot girls who definitely wanted to get laid by him. After a moment, his eyes landed on someone he knew. It was you. You were with another man, kissing, hands around his neck, and swaying your hips in a very sultry way. You broke off the kiss and glanced to your side. He was standing there. A woman was holding his face in her hands, trying to get him out of his trance. You could feel the rage that was radiating off of him. You smirked and dragged your mister to the bar. You let him buy you a few drinks before eventually letting him go.

You were drinking your third shot of tequila when he approached you. "It's funny to see you here." You turned around to see the tall figure of Taehyung looking down at you. You almost choked on the alcohol. "It's my best friend's birthday; of course I will be here, dumbass!" You tapped the glass on the counter, signaling for the bartender to pour you another. Taehyung walked over to the empty seat next to you. "So what's up?" You inquired while waiting. "Oh, nothing much; Daddy has been pressuring me to start staying stable." You snorted. " 'daddy' PFFFTTT" . Taehyung looked at you blankly. The bartender poured you a glass, and before you could down it all, Taehyung snatched the shot glass, drinking every last bit, and placed it on the counter. "Yeah 'daddy'” "Omg, you are literally so insufferable." You said it dramatically. "Idek how that aeri bitch is even with you," Taehyung shot up. "What aeri?" He said plainly like he had no idea what you were talking about. You looked at him in shock. "You are dating aeri right?" You asked for reassurance. He scoffed it off. " pff- you really think i would date a hoe like aeri? Never in a million years." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. " B-but .. f/n said you guys are fucking around..??" "That is true, though," your face drowned. "Like, we only hooked up once, and you know what? She is not the person she says she is. One of the worst fuckings I have ever done," you giggled. "Who was your best?" You asked him randomly. "You." Your cheeks turned pink almost immediately. You could feel him looking at you. Eyeing your entire body. "You look good today," he complimented you. "Don't I always look good?" You joked. He chuckled, looking down. You both were staring at each other with love and lust. "I miss you" had accidentally slipped your mouth. Curse you for drinking too much! You quickly covered your mouth in disbelief at what just came out. "What?" He looked at you. "Ah ah nothing, nevermind!!" You brushed it off as quickly as you could. He looked at you with his eyebrow quirked up. "Aha i think i gotta go... f/n is calling me haha". There was a slight stutter in your speech. You got up, and before you could leave the bar, he grabbed you by your wrist, turned you around, and kissed you. You were shocked. Your hands were on his chest while he kissed you with passion. "I missed you too, baby.." The bomb dropped. Your mind went blank. "But tae.." "Please, baby, take me back. I promise to change this time. I just really need you. I don't want anyone else." You looked at him with guilt. But this was the same statement he would always give. 'i will change’ 'I will do better' 'take me back'. You were unsure of what to feel. All these months, you missed him, and now? 

"Tae you know we can't. You always say this but you never change. Just cut the act off." He let go of your waist. "I miss you, baby. I really do. And im sorry for all-" "shush. I don't want to hear another apology. You are never sorry." As much as you love and miss Taehyung. His personality is the biggest turn off. He had broken your trust multiple times, and whenever you would break up, he would come up with the same shit, and you were there to accept his lame apologies. But not this time. You took some time to think about it, and you came to the conclusion that it was best for you not to take him back. 

"Have a goodnight." You said it sternly before turning away. "You are really going to leave me, huh?" Taehyung started following you. "I left you months ago, Taehyung." His gaze went from soft to the familiar, mean one. "You said you missed me!" He pulled you by your arm, turning you back around to face him. "It's for the better! For both of us! You know we are never going to work out!" You countered. "Oh yeah, for the 'better' , I know you will come right back to me. Quit acting, y/n. As soon as my dick enters your desperate cunt, you will be with me once again like the slut you are." His hands went around your waist once again. Mere inches separate you both. Whatever he said was true. You break up. Meet up a few weeks or days later. Fuck, and then back together. The same cycle over and over again. You couldn't get enough of him. “Let’s not play fool again.” He said in a manipulative tone. You were resisting his manipulation, but you gave in. Your lips smashed into his aggressively. He chuckled at your instinct. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought." He said it in between the kiss.

He rushed you into the club washroom and locked the door. There was absolute rage radiating off of you guys. Kissing harshly and not letting each other go. He made you sit on the counter and grabbed you by your jaw, breaking the intense kiss. Your lips were already swollen. "How many dicks have been in this cunt?" He said,tauntingly. You looked at him with your drunken eyes. "I will make sure no one gets this. It's mine. Got it?" You nodded. He let go of your jaw and dropped to his knees. He spread your legs open and started touching your wet pussy. His fingers circled your clothed entrance. A sticky mixture of your arousal coated his fingertips. "Always wet for me. Goodgirl." he grabbed you by your waist before smashing his face into your heat and started eating you out with your lace panties on. The pleasure was too much. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. He was so good at eating you out to the point that it's enough to come undone.

You tugged on his black locks. Eyes swelling up with tears and drool already dripping down from the sides of your mouth. He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. “So good.. so fucking good…” he nudged his face closer into your sex. Breathing in your arousal. Your thighs clamped around his head, and let out a choked-out moan as he bit down on your poor clit. “T-tae..! ‘S too much!!” Taehyung found pleasure in your pleas and cries. He pulled away and stared up at you. His chin glistened with his spit and your juices, running down his neck. 

He got up and was quick to capture your lips in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the inside of your mouth, and you could taste yourself. Large hands pushed your dress further up your body; a loud snap was heard as he ripped your thin panties. You grab onto his shoulders as you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your throbbing clit. You gasped for air as he flicked your nub. Your hands roamed all over his body, helping him take off his Celine suit jacket. Your hands went lower before you stopped at his belt buckle. “Put it in already… please … “ you mumbled into the kiss. Taehyung let out a dark chuckle; his lips traveled down your neck. You felt something prod into your sopping hole. His large tip slipped through your folds easily. You gasp as he pushes himself further into you. His hands tightly held onto your hips as he eased his way into your gummy walls. He hunched over after he fully pushed himself into you. Your cunny clenched around his big length as he started thrusting. Heavy breaths getting louder with each increase in pace. “Gon’ fuck you so good..the entire club will hear us.”

 

-fwap! Fwap! fwap!- loud sounds of your ass slapping against his hips echoed through the restroom. Taehyung had you facing the mirror. A hand wrapped tightly around your hair, pulling your head back. “See how well you take my cock..! Haah- so fucking good. Pussy sucking me in so good.” He whispered in your ear before biting it.  “Ngh- fuck Taehyung feels so g-good…!” You held onto the edge of the counter for dear life as Taehyung pounded into you from behind. Your makeup ran down your face as his thrusts had you tearing up and seeing stars. “Mmm.. haa-“ slap. “Keep your eyes on the mirror while I fuck you. Understand?” You nodded at his words. Your eyes were struggling to stay open, and your head felt heavy. “Words, doll.” He grabbed your jaws and brought his face closer to yours, making you look at him as he continued giving you harsh thrusts. Your body jerking forward at each. The hand on your clit pinching the sensitive nub “ngh- fuck! I u-understand…” a devilish smirk formed on his perfect face. He was fucking you into tomorrow. His long, thick dick abused your soft plush walls over and over again. Red angry tip bruising your cervix. Your cream coated his entire length, and your arousal ran down his balls and your thighs. “Gonna c-cum.. tae- gon’-“ His fingers worked on your clit quickly. Tugging, pinching, and drawing rough circles all to help you reach your high. “Cum all over me.. doll.” And with that, you gushed around his length. “Fuck!!” Spurts of your cum spilled from the sides of your abused hole. Taehyung continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Do you want my cum inside you- haaah… fuck doll squeezing me so good..!” He got cut off as you spasmed around him. You nod weakly at his words. Picking your head up to look at him through the mirror, He brought his face closer to your ears. “Say it. Say you want my cum in you.” He growled in your ears. Your eyes filled up with tears. “I wan’ it…” “Want what? I want to hear you say it.” You bite down on your lip as you feel his fingers draw rough circles on your overstimulated clit again.  “ i wan’ -ngh- i want your cum.. Taehyung. i wan’ your cum in me… please.” Your voice was feeble. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction. “Goodgirl. I like it when you beg.” His hips quickly gained their pace and had you once again feeling full. You let out a choked out scream as you felt Taehyung fill you up. Taehyung moaned loudly as his balls drained all the cum into your plush walls. He dropped his head in between your neck and shoulders as he slowly came down from his high. Leaving soft, wet kisses on the spot. 

He lifted his head up and looked at you before smiling. His hands caressed your red ass. He pulled out, and a stream of yours and his mixed arousal dripped down your thighs. “You're gonna stay with me forever.”

A/N: thank you for reading! I will be writing inboxes so make sure to send in :3 🎀

[sideysvault]

⋆.˚✮ Unexpected love admissions with Deadpool ✮˚.⋆

Pairing: Wade Wilson x fem!reader

Friends to lovers

wc: 919

Warnings: Foul language

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Even if it could be considered a bit unconventional, Wade sees nothing wrong with how the two of you act. However, the truth is that your friendship with him has never been characterized by having too many boundaries.

Neither of you spare a second thought when you nap together, or buy home decorations, or when you're cuddled against him on the couch while you are watching a movie. You think nothing more of it when one of you walks into the bathroom while the other is showering because you really need to ask them something important.

And if anyone dared to bring it up, both of you had a ton of excuses prepared. Your favorite one was that you both could be described as workhorses (Sure, his job was a bit more dangerous than yours. But, still…) So, you made a point of stating that you "don't have the time for a relationship". Still, you guys always found some time to hang out and be together.

But it all changed recently.

Lately, you’ve been noticing a shift in the way your heart reacts to his proximity. In the way your eyes seem to follow him around in any room, any crowd. Suddenly, every mundane show of affection meant something more to you. And it honestly terrified you. You had always managed to push the feelings you had towards Wade deep inside you, even occasionally forgetting about them.

Because at the end of the day, he was a buoyant man. His affections weren’t easily swayed, and he was very loyal, but he constantly jokes around and flirts with anyone in his vicinity. There was no reason for you to get your hopes up just because he crossed the boundaries of what a normal friendship usually looked like. Deadpool crossed every line, all the time, with anyone. But reasoning with yourself was hopeless. And as the weeks went by, so did your infatuation with him. By the time he showed you his face, It was no longer concealable. The fact that he trusted you enough to be that vulnerable with you was just the final drop: You were in love with Wade.

You freaked out, and so, the constant hangouts were getting more and more scarce. The excuses varied, but none of them were particularly convincing. You took the cowardly way out. Whenever he came in for a hug, you casually avoided it. You wouldn’t jokingly flirt back anymore and the prudeness that was characteristic of a lack of intimacy and trust in the other flourished. Abruptly, you had put a lot of space between yourself and him, You knew that you were alienating him. But you truly didn't know what else to do in order to protect your heart. If things went south with him, you’d not only lose your protector, but your dearest friend.

It had been awkward. And, one night over at your apartment, you two were drinking beer and watching a shitty reality tv show when Wade got up and walked into the kitchen. Things were off with him tonight.

Hiding behind the counter, pretending to do something else and hoping that you couldn’t really hear him is when he quietly asked “Do I disgust you?”

You immediately turned around to face him. He looked like he wasn’t even aware that he had spoken such a thing before it left his mouth. Your heart dropped at the sight. He was wearing a cap tonight. And she had not thought much of it because it was getting a bit cold. Fuck. She should've known.

“That’s not it”. She quickly replied, shifting in her seat uncomfortably, “I’ve just been..”

“I don’t want another bullshit excuse, Y/N”

“You are right,” She glanced at him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for acting distant”

But he wasn’t even looking at her anymore. So, the woman made her way towards him. Gently pulling his cap off, and positioning her hands in his roughened cheeks. They were face to face now. It was now or never.

“I’m sorry for not cowboying up sooner. I just… I did not want to get hurt. You are the most lovable man I’ve ever met, Wade. And, I guess I’ve… you know. With your strength, your stupid jokes, the way you never hesitate to take action and how kind you can be towards others when you think no one will notice. I like you. And that includes your appearance too. I was being a pussy. I’m sorry for making you think those horrible thoughts.” She took a breath and looked directly into his eyes. A gaze that was filled with softness, “I will never be disgusted by you. How could I?”

For a moment, Wade did not know how to react. He thought he had scared you away with his face… But here you were, the most beautiful and smart woman he knew, looking at him with such loving eyes.

With a temptative, almost shy movement he captured your lips together.

A warm sensation took over your body. Somewhere in between red cheeks and nuzzling sensations, the hesitant kiss began to escalate. It became messy, hungry for exploration and filled with unspoken thoughts of tenderness. It finally happened. Frantic and sloppy. And it was perfect.

When things calmed down, Time seemingly stopped when Wade cupped your cheeks with his big hands and rested his forehead against yours. You both couldn’t stop grinning, filled with a rush of happiness. Maybe you two could be more than just friends.

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Notes: Hello beautiful Lola! I’m sorry if it’s too cheesy for Wade haha this was terribly self indulgent. It took some time but I finally wrote it. Thank you so much for your request. I hope you enjoy it! (I posted this early on my time zone so I don’t deprive you of your sleep anymore 😭) -Sidey xxxo

Based on this request.

[ohsohoney]

When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part One

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: Hey! First time writing for Em so I figured I'd use a side account and see how it went? Honestly this is a whole series in my mind so might add onto this first part soon! An oc character but can be read as a reader insert if you prefer:)

Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

Warnings: Lots of swearing, dark humour

Masterlist

I was mortified.

More so than I’d probably ever been, in truth. All because of a stupid video that had been taken a couple of years back when I’d had one drink too many on a holiday I’d always dreamt of.

To be fair though, the majority of the blame lied heavily on my younger sister’s shoulders, who’d found the stupid thing whilst reminiscing through old memories and thought it would be hilarious to post online. Forgetting about the millions of fans who would soon see it– and not just mine, it would seem.

No, because that just wasn’t how the internet worked, was it? And when a newly nominated artist, who had only been in the game for a couple years, was filmed rapping an old noughties classic instead of singing like expected, it was basically bound to go viral. Didn’t help that I was a Londoner through and through and had the accent to prove it, making the whole video that much harder to watch. In truth, I continued to cringe each time I was reminded of it, which was practically anytime I opened up social media or witnessed the guilty expression that continued to mar my sister’s face.

“Stop doing that.” I huffed at her later on when the worst of it still continued to storm on, almost whining actually as I looked away from my phone screen and down at the food I wasn’t really eating, just picking at. I was supposed to be mad, infuriated even, but it was proving to be a fucking chore when she kept on looking at me like that.

“Doing what?” Lottie retorted, not even attempting to wipe the culpable look from off of her face. She was currently residing back at mum’s now, seeing as how she had school and I’d only just landed back home, but I’d give it a day before she was back here again. My flight over had been strenuous, it always was when flying to and from Cali, but still I made time for her– even after the most recent stunt she had gone and pulled.

“Don’t do that either.” 

I’d meant to sound scolding but the soft laugh that escaped me truly was accidental. I couldn’t quite help it, I knew that being mad at her wouldn’t solve anything now and that she hadn’t really meant any harm by posting the video. That was just the type of person she was, she acted before she thought things through and didn’t ever think much for the consequences. Then again, she was still only fourteen and her putting the drunken moment on her Instagram story had just been one of those sibling type moments, the kind where you’d rip the piss out of one another simply because you could.

“I mean it, Lotts.” I sighed around the words, eyes flitting back to the screen and the way she was chewing on her lower lip. “It’s being sorted and, I don't know, I guess it’ll die down sooner or later. Mila reckons so anyway. We’ll give it a day or two, hey?”

A day or two did pass. And no such thing happened.

I’d been cooped up at home ever since I’d touched down at Heathrow, having jumped in the first cab available and fallen asleep the second I’d gotten in through the door. I’d been working out in LA for a couple weeks with a few other writers, just messing about with new sounds and ideas for the next album I eventually wanted to release. So I hadn’t been witness to the media catastrophe Lottie had created until later the next afternoon when Mila, my manager, had all but mowed down my front door, having called my phone three dozen times and gotten a guy she was currently seeing in the city to come buzz my intercom. It had been a wake up call and a half to say the least.

Still, she had assumed it would all die down fairly quickly, went as far to say that it could do wonders for my career– even with me being visibly tipsy– after having had the absolute gall to say that I hadn’t sounded half as bad as I thought I did. I’d cackled hysterically into the phone at that, then had somewhat of a meltdown, in utter disbelief over the apparent reaction she claimed the video had gone and garnered. Because I was absolutely not looking. Knew that if I did there would be too large a chance that I’d check myself into the nearest psychiatric unit. 

But as I said, a couple of days had passed and typically something like this would have eventually blown over when the next big story hit the headlines. White girl can spit a verse, who cared? Only then the VMA’s had happened and shit hit the fucking fan.

I hadn’t attended, shit like that had always irked me. I could perform in front of a crowd of thousands and step off feeling as high as a kite, but stick me on a carpet and force me to interact with cameras, questions, and people? That was where I drew the line.

At the start, I had tried. I’d been new on the scene and people had reasoned that I would just end up being another one hit wonder, so the label had figured it best if I got myself out there, if only to interact with other artists and producers in similar circles.

It had gone down a treat– like a cake being knocked over at the wedding of the year. Maybe even worse. I didn’t like to linger too long on it.

But I’d tried again and again afterwards, although it had only proven to worsen my mood each time and forced me to retreat, avoiding my team and the responsibilities I had lined up for a short while after. It was only following a particularly uncomfortable night that Mila had called it quits and had a contract drawn up stating that I only had to attend a certain amount of events a year. It had been at that moment that I’d realised just how fucked I would have been in this industry without her.

Even so, life still continued on without me and the VMA’s were just another show I would be mostly avoiding, only making a statement at the end of the night online for the nominations I’d been gifted.

It was around midnight when I heard the scream.

Lottie was staying with me, typical for whenever I was back in London for a few weeks at a time, and so I’d felt my heart literally drop to my feet at the very sound of her screech and legged it across the entirety of the house. At first, I’d thought she’d slipped and fallen, maybe cracked her head open on a counter. And then the thought of an intruder had crossed my mind whilst I’d gone skidding over the landing. So anyone could understand why I was so worked up when I finally threw open her bedroom door only to find her simply sat there on her phone, hand covering her mouth.

“What the hell is your problem? It’s just gone twelve, Lottie! I thought something had happened!” I rebuked her, chest heaving as I dropped the heavy bookend I’d managed to pick up somewhere on my way over down onto her desk. “Shit.”

Her eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them though when I finally did get around to catching my breath and chanced another glance back at her.

“I was literally just about to fall asleep.” Which really meant that I’d been getting into bed to scroll through my phone or read a book when I’d heard her shout. “Then you screamed as though Freddy Krueger was stood at your window.”

“Elia.” 

I blinked, Lottie rarely did that, used my entire name and not the usual shortened version or whatever other epithet that came to mind– and truly, there was a large variety, the shit I’d heard this kid come out with was insane. But I shook my head at the thought and quirked a brow at her. “What? Did someone die?”

“No,” She answered me, dropping her hand away from her face even though her jaw was still gaping, “But I just might.”

Rolling my eyes at the theatrics, I exhaled and walked over to slump on the end of her bed, figuring that something had happened between her and one of her friends, or maybe some lad she might’ve been speaking to. “And it deserved a scream like that? Honestly Lotts, just be thankful this place doesn’t have any neighbours listening in through the walls.” I told her, thinking back to my own adolescent years and the woman in the flat beside ours, “We’d have someone knocking at the door in under a half hour.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes then as she scoffed at me– like I was the one being dramatic here– before she then shook her head and shuffled hurriedly over the mattress to sit closer. “No Lia, just listen, look.”

Confused, I sighed and tilted my head when Lottie moved to shove her mobile in my face. I squinted at the sudden contrast, showing off my age and the horrific tragedy that was my eyesight, and tried to make sense of whatever it was that she was so hellbent on showing me. 

From what I could first make out, it was just a Twitter thread, but then Lotts then clicked on the main video at the top. I waited as the clip buffered for a second, then a familiar face panned into focus and I felt my brow furrow. I peered over at Lottie for a split second before her eyes were widening in retort and she gestured her chin back towards the screen.

I narrowed my own eyes in turn, but watched on.

It had to be a coincidence, I reasoned. That of all people it was him that Lottie was currently showing me.

“Well, aren’t we in for a show tonight! Eminem is in the house, people!” An interviewer started, she was a tall, leggy blonde who held a too big microphone too close to her chin. “How are you feeling?”

I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was to see him on the VMA’s carpet, not after the comeback he’d made late last year with LP 2, but I was, eyes caught on the bleached buzz cut he’d since reverted back to for the album’s release. Fuck, I’d be so pissed if it came out that he was performing tonight and I’d gone ahead and missed it.

Lottie thumped my shoulder, hard, realising fairly quickly that I hadn’t really been listening, and so I scowled in retort but gritted my teeth to keep from thumping her right back. She might’ve been my sister, but I had well over a decade on the kid and was marginally her guardian, just not in writing.

The rapper had seemingly just finished commenting on a question the tall blonde had asked him and so I forced myself to pay closer attention, brain whirling as I wondered what could have possibly been so important that it had Lottie screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night.

“I feel that!” The woman practically beamed at the rapper, head nodding along to whatever he’d just said, “But it’s good to hear that you’re enjoying being back. In truth, I wasn’t sure I’d catch you here tonight, there’s been a lot of buzz surrounding you at the moment and not just because of the album!”

My heart stuttered in my chest. Actually, I was pretty sure it had gone and fallen out of my arse, especially when the interviewer continued to press on the topic and it appeared as though the man in question understood exactly what she was getting at. His stoic facade cracked just a tad and– there! A smirk. An ever so slight crook of his mouth. I shot a startled glance over at Lottie but her gaze was fixated on the screen.

“I mean, have you seen it?” The interviewer prompted whilst he simply stood there, fisted hands clasped before him. No sign of the split second curve he’d just had on his lips. “The whole world’s been wondering about your thoughts on the singer!”

And there it was.

“I can’t,” I started to say, turning away from the phone just as a rush of nausea flooded through me, but Lottie held strong, hand coming up to catch my shoulder so that she could position her phone back in my eyeline. “Lottie–” I tried. Please.

“Just listen.” She persisted, face so serious.

Immediately I wanted to rescind my earlier statement. This was now my most mortifying moment. In fact, I wanted to hide in the nearest cupboard and never come out again. How the fuck was I going to show my face in public, not to mention at the next event, after this?

I swallowed thickly, entirely unprepared to hear a word he had to say about me. I mean, who would be? This man was leagues above a majority of the industry, me included. Never had I ever even thought that he could hear my name in passing, let alone listen to one of my songs playing in some shop he was coincidentally in or a random radio station. But here he now was, rolling his lips as he pondered over a question which concerned that stupid fucking video. 

“I hate you.” I whispered at Lottie, mostly in hopes to cover up whatever he was about to say, but also because I was embarrassed beyond belief. And this was all her fault.

In the time spent since the drunken video had first gone up and now, I had yet to even think about him ever seeing it. Because the idea was that far fetched. But this was me, so of course he had.

“I’ve heard it.” Marshall confirmed, his head dipped in a barely there nod. My throat cinched. I wondered briefly how quickly I’d be able to tie myself a noose.

“And?” The woman prodded and internally I cursed her future bloodline, hoping that she'd somehow spawn the next antichrist or that her grandchild would become a shit-headed politician.

The man in question merely hummed, hollowing out his cheeks. “I was surprised, I have to admit. But she’s good, even when wasted.”

“I wasn’t fucking wasted!” 

I hadn't even realised I’d spoken out loud until Lottie snorted on a chuckle. I turned towards her, brows raised high, “What? I wasn’t. You were there!”

I rolled my eyes when she didn’t deign me with some sort of assent but my head snapped back over to where she still gripped the phone when I heard him speak again, his voice echoing throughout the quiet bedroom.

“Then again, her shit goes hard. So it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise.”

That heart of mine that I kept on talking about? Yeah, I had zero clue as to what the fuck was going on with it now, only that my chest was wound as tight as it possibly could be and my eyes stung as I withheld the urge to even blink.

“You’re a fan?” The woman asked him, appearing genuinely surprised by the notion, even though it sounded more like a declaration rather than the question it was.

Marshall hummed, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder when a group shuffled on past them, disrupting the interview. It didn’t deter the woman though and I couldn’t blame her, no matter how much it pained me.

“So, could this mean we’ll be seeing a new featured artist on whatever you put out next?”

I made some sort of inhuman sound at that, but barely moved a muscle. And then I all but shutdown when the rapper's wide eyes flickered over to peer straight into the camera’s lens, “I mean, if she’s down.”

The next scream that was emitted once again came from Lottie, but I couldn’t think to scold her for it, not when I was hardly even functioning and wanted to implode myself. 

The girl toppled over onto me, shaking my shoulders whilst she squealed unabashedly. “If. She’s. Down!” She repeated, squealing with excitement, “El, this is insane! How are you not screaming too?”

The air I forced from my lungs came out in a breathless chuckle as I clung to the forearm that was still wrapped around my collar. In truth, I didn’t know how the hell I was supposed to react. 

“Figure you’ve screamed enough for the both of us.” I replied faintly, not really thinking but somehow managing to carry on, mostly out of sheer shock. I glanced her way, “I feel a bit sick.”

Lottie just shook me harder and when we eventually went falling down onto the duvet in a mess of limbs I wondered what I was going to do with the knowledge that I’d just been given. God. He knew who I was. The shock of it was almost like reliving my first time on stage all over again.

That night I ended up listening to Lottie rant on and on for a good while after whilst she scrolled through her Twitter feed and the rest of the internet. Mila eventually intervened, calling after having seen it too, and was as smug as ever. “Told you.” She’d said the second I’d hit the answer button and I hadn’t had the heart to play it off or act as though I hadn’t seen it either. 

After the interview eventually finished trending and stopped being posted here, there, and everywhere, I was left with a flow of new followers but also a nightmare of opinions spouting from every corner of the planet on any comment section I had to offer. I forced myself to come off most apps I had downloaded after that and resorted to gaining my daily entertainment, and any real news, from Lottie. Which seemed sad, in retrospect, but honestly? It was more than a little self-serving and I’d even managed to get a shit load of stuff done.

I worked on a couple new songs, sticking to what I did best, but my mind did end up drifting away every so often, back to a conversation I’d had with Mila and Travis at the label a couple days after the media storm had passed. It seemed they all wanted me to try implementing a few new concepts into the music I was currently working on before we started to draw up ideas for the next album. Travis reasoned that even attempting to add a couple freestyles into the motions whilst I went about writing would do me wonders later on. 

I just felt uncomfortable with it all, really. I’d never been a rapper. I mean, I loved it. It was mainly what I’d been brought up on, having grown up in an area where every kid on the estate was either attempting to become the next big thing or just blaring the biggest hits out of their car stereos. But that was just it. I listened and sang along, had even built up an extensive collection which I was immensely proud of, but the label were now aiming for this next album to make it onto a Grammy nominations list. It was all they had been fretting over since I’d somehow managed to chart the last one– although a single number one and an almost throw away making it to number seven didn’t make me all that hopeful. 

Even so, it forced me to wonder how it would all work if I started to switch things up now. I could appreciate all genres but I didn’t wanna become the next hopper just to appease the people yessing me and then fall off.

The entire concept had me confused and so I had taken to keeping my head down for a while longer.

Lottie had headed back to mum’s earlier that morning, seeing as I was due to make an appearance in Paris for Fashion Week, attending the Vogue show alongside Vivienne Westwood. An utter dream, yes, but also still an incredibly daunting reality. Even so, it was something I couldn’t quite worm my way out of even if I had wanted to– see, with that contract there still came clauses.

I’d been prepping for my upcoming early morning flight most of the day, showering later on than anticipated just so that I could pack my case and eat before I eventually climbed into bed. Hoping to somehow get a couple hours kip.

I’d thrown on a robe and kept the speakers blaring once I’d eventually jumped out from under the spray, wet hair curling at the ends as I worked on throwing something quick together in my kitchen.

It wasn't long before I went and took the bowl I’d just made out into the living room with me, simply so that I could curl up on the settee and wrap up the few emails I’d been working on earlier. I was just nodding along and humming to the next song that played through the overhead speakers when my phone started to buzz against my ankle, shooting a funny feeling up through the bone. I was quick to pick it up, wrinkling my nose at the feel and not paying much mind to the caller, figuring it had to be either Mila or Lottie.

“Hello?”

There was a short pause as I shifted the phone against my ear before a voice eventually sounded, “This Elia?”

Frowning, I casted a quick glance at the phone’s screen to find a number with an unfamiliar area code staring back at me. I let my gaze stray on over towards a clock I had hanging on the far wall only to find that it had just gone eight. 

I fumbled for a moment, “Um. It is, can I ask who’s calling?”

A low cough rumbled through the line before the same voice spoke again, I shuffled to set my laptop off to the side on the sofa, brow furrowed. “It’s Em– Marshall.”

Suddenly my head felt so very empty and my mouth was working around words that couldn't seem to find their way out. Em. The Em?? Fucking, Em?

I’d obviously been quiet a beat too long, drowning in the sudden panic that had shrouded me, because he spoke up again, “That Nas playin’?”

I shot a startled glance over my shoulder to where the fancy sound system was installed, the biggest reason I’d gone and purchased the home, in truth, and was immediately reminded of the music I had piercing through the air. Clumsily, I rolled off of the corner of the settee so that I could stumble over to turn the thing off, doing exactly that before I was forced to blink at the sudden silence that greeted me.

I winced and was quick to turn the music back on, keeping it low. All the while I still held my phone close to my chest.

“Uh, yeah. Hi!” I blundered helplessly after a moment, carding a hand through my damp hair as I stared at the empty wall before me stupidly. I wasn’t sure what to say, let alone do. I could sort of wrap my head around the interview, his brief mention of me. But a fucking phone call? It was on another level.

He chuckled though, enough so that I felt myself flush bashfully at my obvious awkwardness and forced my body to move back towards the sofa, if only so that I didn’t have to stand on shaky legs anymore. 

“Hi.” He mimicked, voice low albeit a tad amused.

I smiled. Unable to do anything but, in all honesty, as I lowered myself down onto the cushions, vaguely aware that I should probably be saying something else now that he’d gone and replied, but was simply more than a little caught off guard by everything. 

“Sorry, I– Well, I didn’t expect your call. Or anyones really.” I murmured, trying my best to shake off the nerves that were apparently wreaking havoc on my brain to mouth filter. “I just jumped out of the shower, had yet to turn off the stereo. Sorry.” How many times had I just apologised? I wanted to scream.

“You’re good.” He assured me, voice unlike what I probably would have expected and so I blinked once more at the sound of it, reminded that it was actually him I was talking to. But all that was fluttering through my head was ‘what the fuck are you doing calling me?’ “Nice choice, I gotta say. This an alright time for you to talk? I don’t wanna disturb you much.”

My eyes widened at both the compliment in song choice and well, him. Then withheld another sudden urge to scream, the hand not holding my phone clenching into a tight fist against my chest. “No, no, of course not. I mean, you’re fine! Not disturbing me at all.”

His next reply sounded more than just a little mirthful, “Sure ‘bout that?”

I willed myself to relax and took an inconspicuous breath as I pulled my legs back up under me. “I’m sure.” I told him, laughing lightly at myself for being so socially inept– or maybe it was just this entire scenario I’d been shoved into. “How’d you even get my number anyway?” 

I hadn’t meant for it to sound so forceful or abrupt, but it had been yet another question my sluggish brain hadn’t been able to find an answer to. 

“Mila?” He answered me, and I blinked stupidly at the name. “We had a mutual contact, figured I’d chance askin’ her instead of gettin’ lost in your DM’s. That cool? She said she’d let you know.”

The conniving cow, I thought to myself, though I wouldn’t have put it past her to have reasoned with herself that I would’ve probably freaked out if she had told me beforehand, before then having proceeded to just let my phone ring out whilst I stared pitifully at it. She knew me all too well. 

“She did not.” I replied through a baited breath, “But no, yeah. You’re alright, just caught me off guard is all. You’re probably the last person I expected to call, if I’m being honest here..”

When I heard him laugh once more I grinned, all too pleased with myself. It was a low gruff sound, not deep enough to be sarcastic or ingenuine, but rather warm. It surprised me.

“Oh yeah? Even after everything that’s gone down lately?”

My eyes slipped closed at the instantaneous reminder and I winced. The video. Honestly, in the whirlwind that wasn’t just my life at the moment, but this phone call too, I could have almost forgotten about it.

“I still can’t believe you saw that.”

Marshall let go of another amused huff that I figured to be a chuckle, breathing in deep enough that he forced me to wait on his next words. “I don’t lie. I meant what I said. But tell me, how many drinks d’you have in you?”

I curled my tongue against the back of my teeth in hopes to keep from grinning too hard, feeling a slight sting at the tip. “I was tipsy.” I argued pointlessly, knowing it would be a tireless venture, “I’d only had a couple.”

He hummed, seemingly not convinced.

“It was years ago, too!” I felt the need to tack on, the rosy hue the alcohol had given my cheeks sprung to mind and made me wonder. My face wrinkled as I dragged a helpless hand across it. “Who even sent it to you?”

“A couple people, actually.” Marshall ended up revealing and his words sounded playful enough that I could almost picture the curl of his mouth. “My daughter was one.”

Without thinking my hand flew up towards my mouth and I shook my head as I let it rest against my palm. “You’re not being serious.”

“Dre too.”

I let go of a hissed curse and crumpled a little bit in my seat before laughing stupidly at myself. If I couldn’t talk myself out of this then I supposed I would just have to get over it. I hoped thinking sensibly would allow me to actually follow through on that sentiment, but I very much doubted it.

Marshall laughed again, slow and easy almost as though he’d shared it with me a hundred times before. “I wasn’t kiddin’ neither. ’s why I called.”

Pulling my head from out of my hands, I wet my lower lip, mind promptly flashing back to the clip Lottie had shown me. “What’s that meant to mean?” I asked him, treading cautiously. 

“Listen.” He began, pausing only briefly to inhale before he then added, “I’m workin’ on another album–”

“No.” I interrupted, eyes suddenly wide and alert, “Already?”

A tittered snort followed the disruption but my mind was already reeling. 

“You’re not fucking with me?”

In all honesty I had prepared myself to wait a couple more years for another drop, hoping for him to feature or for someone to send for him if only so that he’d make a track in reply. I’d been obsessed with his recent work, even going as far as to add it onto the tour bus playlist late last year. It had actually been played so much the roadies and the band had threatened to rip the system out. But a new album? Fuck. I hadn’t expected it.

“Who else knows?”

There was a slight click on the other side of the line. Or scuffle. “As of right now? Like six people.”

I swallowed down the understanding that then hit me, but my stomach lurched at the very thought of it. “And I’m one?” I chuckled, holding back the hysterical laughter I felt bubble as my hand fell over my heart, “Wow, I feel honoured, Mathers.” It was teasing, the rib I meant, though my eyes still widened when I realised what I’d gone and said, not wanting him to take it the wrong way. 

I needn’t have worried. 

“As you fuckin’ should be.”

I gave a real laugh at that, almost a full-belly type shit. But could you really blame me? 

I was still smiling as I went to retort, humming with it, “God, you really just went and sprung that shit on me.”

“Hold you to keepin’ it on the low for now.” Marshall said, reminding me how paranoid the press and Hollywood had made him out to be in the past. I wondered how much truth there was in the sentiment. I mean, the man was almost a recluse– not that I could blame him, I was pulled from the same sort of cloth there– but to put a secret like that in my hands? It had to take some amount of faith.

I nodded seriously, even though he couldn’t see the gesture. Seemed he could hear the sincerity in my answer though, “‘Course.” I told him and then chewed on my lower lip for a second before a soft snicker escaped me. “That the only reason you called though? I mean, as honoured as I am to be one of the infamous six, I’m surprised you just phoned to let me in on the know. Have I just been roped into some sort of celeb elitist group? Weird initiation.”

His huffed laugh was breathy and made my mouth twitch that little bit more. 

“Nah. You always this weird though?” Marshall wondered and I bared my teeth in a light grimace, figuring I’d gone too far with that one. Or maybe.. I'd just hit the mark? I snorted lightly at the thought.

“It was an honest question! I’ve heard horror stories.” And wasn’t that the truth, events and parties weren’t all about the awards and just getting trollied. Some of those fuckers were as strange as people could come.

The man clucked his tongue, although I could hear the slight smile in his sarky response. “Uhuh. Sorry to disappoint but nah, initiation starts in the belly of LA. Gotta dissect a virgin and drink Ciroc out of their intestines. Funnel that shit down.”

The snort I gave in turn was ugly and loud enough that it forced a hand to fly up and cover my mouth, but it didn’t appear to bother the rapper none, who chuckled before clearing his throat.

“Change this shit to Facetime.” He said not a second after, swiftly cutting short my absurd amusement. “Then we can talk about the album.”

I fumbled for a moment. “I look a mess.”

“Good thing this ain’t a fuckin’ fashion show then.” He only pressed, “You think I give a shit what you look like right now?”

That struck an odd chord in me for some reason, but I didn’t want to linger much on the feeling. “No. But I do, dickhead. It’s half eight at night, I have sudocrem on my face and I look like a dog off of Lady and the Tramp.”

I was so flustered by the very thought of acquiescing to the man’s demand that I didn’t even think much of the name I’d gone and called him. 

“Again, do I give a shit? And what did you just call me?”

I paused, reeling back to whatever it was I’d just spouted at him. Upon rehashing my words I felt my tongue press between my lips to keep from laughing loudly, if Mila or Lottie had been there I’d already be strung up by a pair of metaphorical balls. 

“You heard me fine.” I brushed it off, if he wanted to call me out of the blue and act all chummy then chummy was what he’d get.

Besides it wasn’t like I’d meant the term maliciously, I used that type of endearment with everybody. Something my manager had tried and failed to force out of me time and time again.

“But back to this whole ‘seeing my mug thing’. Not happening, mate. Why couldn’t you have called like, six hours ago? I looked like an actual person then.”

“Dickhead.” He muttered beneath his breath, barely even loud enough for me to have heard him and I could only guess that he was shaking his head with it, hopefully somewhat amused. “You ain’t an actual person then?” He said in reply, forgoing the name calling for now, “Figures, you give off lizard vibes.”

“Fuck you!” My laugh was sudden, jaw having dropped a tad at the quip. “Lizard vibes, the fuck are you then? And yes, an actual person! You can’t just call people, drop a bomb, and then demand things!”

“Shit typically works.” He quipped all too quickly that it had me shaking my head around another quiet smile of my own. “Just entertain me though, for a moment.”

My head fell back against the arm of the sofa, eyes casted towards the high ceiling which loomed above. I couldn’t quite believe I was actually considering it.

He didn’t even have to goad me before I relented. I huffed, blowing a strand of hair from out of my face as I sat back up, “Fine. Just gimme a sec.” 

He hummed.

Elbowing my way off the settee I skidded over to the closest mirror, dragged a hand through my mostly dried hair and made sure that I didn’t have racoon eyes from any lingering mascara I’d had on before my shower. The patches of sudocrem would have to stay though, I deemed, seeing as he already knew about those. 

I gave up on the preening and sighed as I fell back onto the sofa, thankful for the dim lights the living room offered in that moment. It was just as I was switching the call though that a thought hit me, making me question if the reason he’d asked me to start the Facetime was due to him wanting to give me the option to turn it down or simply because he had no idea how to do it himself. “Still there, old man?”

A scoff echoed into the room before my phone screen stuttered and I was left staring at the sharp lines of his face. It wasn’t like I hadn’t actually believed it was him I was talking to, but seeing the man was another thing altogether. He was a real person and that idea alone had me reeling. 

I wrinkled my nose almost shyly around a smile when that sharp gaze of his slid away from something behind the camera to meet mine. He tilted his head to look me over, the hood of his jumper moving with the motion. 

“I was right about the lizard thing.” Was the only greeting he offered me, jutting his chin out as he feigned all seriousness. 

My mouth dropped open upon hearing him and my tongue quickly flicked out towards a canine to keep from biting back at him. There was humour written in the gesture though, even as I moved to narrow my eyes. “He’s got jokes! Reused ones, I might add, but jokes nonetheless.” I snarked, lifting my eyebrows at him in exaggeration, “Hilarious.”

His mouth curled very, very briefly, but I was quick to work out that it was all in the eyes with him. They held a certain amount of mirth as they flickered over my face. I wondered what he saw. 

“Suits you though. Even with all the…” He waved a hand over his own face, probably referencing the white dots I had littered in a few places.

With a shake of my head I raised a hand to my chest, feigning a fond appreciation for the sardonic comment. “Is that the famous charm the world’s heard so much about then? Really know how to make a girl feel special, Mathers.”

His eyes slitted but still shone with a slight glaze, he hummed deeply in retort. “Best believe it. Why d’you think I’ve gotten divorced twice?”

A low whistle escaped me before I then laughed, eyes squinting with the strength of it. “Figured you might just have a kink for courtrooms.” 

His tongue swept into his cheek at my boldness, fighting back a real smile as he glanced away and then back again. “I’m down bad for a good Judge. Spank me vibes, you know?”

I chuckled outwardly at that, amused by his quick witted replies. But that in itself didn’t surprise me, it was well known just how hilarious the man could be, his stoic demeanour only prodding that revelation further. 

That sternness his face seemed to consistently hold softened though in that next moment and I watched on as he shuffled a little closer to the camera, sat somewhere indoors with enough natural light that he could have only been in his kitchen. It hit me then how wild this whole thing suddenly was. “What’s with the last name anyway?”

I blinked, caught off guard by his ask. “Um,” I fumbled, a slight wrinkle forming between my brow, “What do you mean, me calling you Mathers?”

He hummed and I had to think about it for a second. Ultimately I ended up gifting him a shrug, “Don’t know. Just feels strange to call you Eminem or whatever.” I laughed lightly at myself, hand falling to my knee to toy with a loose thread on the hem of my robe. “What do people usually call you?”

It was his turn to shrug then, his being a singular and fluid motion whereas mine had been more thoughtless. He was watching again though, the wide eyes I was so used to seeing in old interviews where he was always playing a part were now gentler, narrowed sure, but softer and slightly wrinkled at the very edges.

I tugged on the frayed thread, wrapping it around my finger enough to whiten the skin before I had to let it go again. “Is Em okay? Or just Marshall maybe?” I queried, watching him too.

“Whatever you want.” He murmured and it was then that I noticed he’d propped his phone up somewhere in front of him because a pair of hands came to rest at the bottom of the screen just as he pressed further into the counter he was sat at.

I wrung my lips to one side, teeth biting into the inside of my cheek enough to keep from smiling much more than I already was. “Most people call me El or Lia. Elia just started to feel unnatural away from, you know, everyone else.”

It was the worlds now, as well as one of few reasons I had for the stigma I felt around my own name. 

The man jerked his head in a short nod in response whilst his fingers intertwined against a marble countertop. “So we should just slide that into the writin’ credits then? Or you finally gone take me up on that offer of a feature?”

You know that odd feeling you get when you’re on the tube or a plane and so suddenly your ears just pop and there's this ringing sound that floods the single sense? It just happens, out of nowhere, and you blink. So all you can immediately focus on is the sound. The odd feeling of it driving waves deeper and deeper into your skull. And the only way you can recover is by holding your own breath?

That was what that question felt like to me. 

“What?”

His eyes were alight, akin to a low flame of flickering amusement and perhaps hope. “You deaf now too? Know you heard me.”

Of course I fucking heard him but that didn’t mean I understood. “This is for real?”

Finally, he let go of a dulcet chuckle, almost a ringing sound in and of itself. “You gone make me repeat it? You in, or not?”

“How is that even a question?” I breathed back to him, my hand shaking against the hem of my robe. “Yes! God, if I ever say to no to an ask like that you better fucking shoot me. What the fuck, Marshall?”

That chuckle again.

It was unlike anything else, the only sound I could hear around the blood rushing between my ears. Stupidly, I pinched my thigh and released a stuttered breath when the twist of skin radiated a short snap of pain up my leg.

“That the go ahead then?”

I must’ve looked so incredibly starstruck but I couldn’t even bring myself to care, this was unreal. I nodded, almost frantically at him. “Of course that’s the fucking go ahead! Are you sure about this? I mean, I don’t know how much help I’ll be. I mostly write radio shit.”

“Your earlier stuff ain’t.” Em shot back, the quip startling me enough to snap my jaw shut because not a lot of people ever dug that deep. But he continued on before I could think to hone in on the slip, “‘sides, your lyrics are what I fuck with. That shit makes you think, has you lingerin’. Playing with words is the aim, I want people thinkin’, leachin’ onto each syllable and every phrase. You do that.”

The air in my lungs lurched.

I could only offer him one reply, “When do we start?”

[lightofraye]

Debunking Nonsense Against Jared

There's apparently some crap about Jared that is just absolute nonsense. Full of lies and bullshit.

It'd be one thing if people just didn't like him. It happens. Not everyone is likeable. You're not expected to like him. But don't pull up lies to explain why you don't like him. Especially when they've been debunked again and again and again.

1. The "racist" tattoo. Y'all, this is nonsense. It's been debunked over and over and over. It's not a racist tattoo. For one, it's lacking the logo of "Come and take it", which would make it a racist tattoo. But a lone star above a cannon does not a racist tattoo make.

Jared is a proud Texan. He also donates to many a charity and organization that help people, speaking out about them often. Not to mention, prior to pro-gun rights appropriating the symbol and logo, it stood for a proud history in Texas. Jared would've known.

So how about instead of focusing on a mere tattoo, come up with more proof that Jared is a racist? Hmm?

Besides, if you're mad at Jared's tattoo, are you then mad at Jensen's t-shirt, which did show the saying as well?

2. Fighting with fans online. Oh come on. Misha's done it. (Misha's done worse, in fact.) Danneel's done it. Jared doing it does not a bad person make. And I don't think he's done it in a long time.

And of course, people will go "Danneel was hitting back!" And? What's the difference? Jared was hitting back too. Danneel went a step farther most of the time, siccing her followers on them, threatening them with Clif, even ran crying to Clif because people were being "mean".

3. RE: Prequelgate. Give me a fucking break! Jared was right to be upset! He called and texted Jensen for hours before he gave up and responded to that tweet about The Winchesters announcement. Jensen also lied about not being allowed cellphones on The Boys set. When they weren't filming, they were allowed. (Of course they can't have their cellphones on their person during filming, unless it suited the scene!) Besides all that, Jared honestly didn't know about it! Kripke was even shocked when he learned Jared didn't know! Supernatural and its legacy is as much Jared's as it was Jensen's! The whole freakin' industry gave Jensen a massive side-eye for his unprofessional behavior. Kevin Smith, a man who has directed, written, and acted in the industry, thought it was uncool. Also, Jared wasn't drunk.

4. Supposed bully accusations. I'd need to see more of this to believe it, but outside of occasionally putting Misha in his bullshit place, I've never heard of Jared bullying anyone. Everyone he's worked with has sung his praises. The only one who hasn't is Misha and that's because Jared won't let Misha put him down. And in fact, has had to step in to stop Misha from torturing Jensen. So fuck off with your noise.

5. His fanbase. Is he now responsible for his fanbase? I never knew that. What about Misha's fanbase sending Jensen death threats for denouncing Destiel? Has Misha ever stopped that? What about AAs hoping for Jared to suicide after Walker was cancelled?

6. What about Genevieve? Oh come on! Do I like that Gen is featuring the kids a lot? Myself, no. But if Jared was truly bothered by it, I'm sure he would've spoken to Genevieve. And Gen isn't any different than many other mommy influencers. I'm not keen on exploiting the kids like that, but would you say the same about Danneel abruptly grabbing the kids at Wales Comic Con and dragging them out for a photo op? All because she had no one in line for her autographs and desperate for attention?

7. Jared's Hair. Apparently there are some claiming Jared had gotten hair plugs. My response to that is: So what? Misha's had plastic surgery (trust me, it's obvious--his eyes and clearly lip fillers). Danneel's had worse--her hair is fried, bad extensions, plastic surgery galore that has ruined her hair line because of facelifts, fillers, Botox, and breast implants (twice!). Jensen's likely had a bit of work too.

So. Fucking. What. About Jared's hair?

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Come up with truthful reasons to hate Jared, hmm? Not bullshit.

[thatone16216]

and I'm back to thinking about shit that pisses me off. A topic on my top 10 list? That 70s Show Season 8 with Jackie and Hyde.

Obviously, say what you want about Danny Masterson, but Jackie and Hyde were supposed to be end game. You're telling me that they got a new show writer who decided "I don't like the relationship that the show took five fuckin seasons to develop so Imma just throw that shit out the window and have Hyde marry a stripper and Jackie end the series with Fez, then grow up to marry Kelso in the reboot?"

Yes, the marriage of Jackie and Kelso probably had everything to do with Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher's real life marriage, and most likely the Danny Masterson trial (he wasn't convicted at time of filming and at that point it was still technically "alleged") but that doesn't excuse Season 8.

They were in love. They were in love before they knew they were in love. There is no way that one miscommunication would have ended this entire relationship that, honestly, has probably been forming since Hyde took her to prom.

They both displayed character growth in their relationship that wouldn't have existed if they weren't together. Jackie helped Hyde be more in touch with his feelings and allow himself to actually FEEL. It's like Eric said, before Jackie, he was some pissed off guy living in his basement. Jackie made him happy.

Their relationship didn't revolve strictly around their sex like the relationship between Jackie and Kelso seemed to. Hyde was also always there for her, even before they were dating, when they "hated each other" Jackie went to Hyde for comfort. Whether it's because he had the calming presence and wouldn't say something meaningless to try to make her feel better or the fact that she deep down cares about him a lot I'm not sure, but you can't deny that fact.

In season 8, after their breakup, I really thought that they would get back together again. That this was a (though rather large) blip in their relationship. But it wasn't. They stuck with the shitty storyline they developed around Hyde marrying Sam the Stripper, and they shoved Jackie into Fez's arms. The way they made that one happen sucked too. Fez was always up Jackie's ass about getting with him, even while she was in relationships (though he backed off considerably when she was with Hyde), but he didn't really change at all. Fez was still just as perverted as when we first met him when the two get together.

But other than that, Jackie and Hyde also became things they both spent seasons 1-7 trying to avoid becoming. Jackie's bitchiness and shallowness came back worse than ever, and Hyde pretty much became a worse stoner/drunk. Plus, even when they "hated each other" in the series, they were still civil. In Season 8, they just were downright nasty to each other, and it honestly was painful to watch.

Even in background moments during the series, they were always holding each other or talking or generally being close. They truly loved each other, and I think the show throwing that out was one of the main things that led to Season 8 sucking (the other being fuckin Randy)

Jesus this was long-winded, but I'm passionate about this fuckin show, and specifically Jackie and Hyde, so that's probably why. Hope you enjoyed my ranting!

[centaurianthropology]

My thoughts on C3E77

So apparently this one was controversial?

I'm going to say right now, I really loved everyone's decisions. They all fit the characters, but more they fit the players. I know that there are claims that Tal ignored all the warnings, but I actually think Matt may have misjudged the situation going in.

Ashley made it clear on 4SD that she did not want the shard. I think she's not really feeling the Dark Fearne storyline (and that's fair), and Matt seems to have missed that she genuinely didn't want to go down that route. Maybe he thought she was playing coy? Maybe they've been playing together so long he thought he knew a story she'd enjoy and missed her signals that she wasn't into it. I've done that before with some of my long-term players.

However that went down, Tal and she had a conversation after 4SD about what they wanted to do, and it was clear going into the episode that they at least had it planned out who was taking that shard, and it was going to be Ashton from the off. The fact that Matt was not expecting that somewhat surprises me. As Taliesin said: he put a big red backstory-shaped button in front of Ashton, and Ashton is terrified of losing people. If Fearne didn't want the shard, Ashton was going to dive on that grenade head-first. And part of Ashton wanted it. They are told they can't do something, and they will go about proving that old tree and everyone else wrong in the most self-destructive way possible. They are intensely punk in that way.

Matt may have designed the shard for Fearne, but this is not the first time that an item meant for one player ends up with another. Deathwalker's Ward was made for Percy, but through the events in the Sunken Tomb, it ended up with Vax and led to a hell of a story. And now something meant for Fearne goes to Ashton, and I have a feeling we're now in for another hell of a story. Because Ashton is now, essentially, a lava genasi, with three impossible things crammed into their broken body. Will they survive the campaign? I have no idea, but it has become clear that they don't expect to.

And honestly? This may well be what the Hells need, not in terms of power, but in terms of really realizing how self-destructive they all are. Marisha may say that no one loves a martyr, but Laudna was very much ready to play that role earlier this episode. Imogen is very self-destructive. So is Orym. So is FCG. The only two who have shown any degree of self-preservation are Fearne and Chet. The rest are bombs waiting for the most poetic moment to go off.

And today one of them did for a moment. They finally saw the end result that their self-destructive tendencies get them: Ashton blown into a thousand pieces, scattered across the top of the ziggurat. Deanna's ring saved him. Fearne's Aura of Life and FCG's Aura of Vitality saved him. Ashton could only roll and take damage.

Matt may have not designed it this way, but this was absolutely Ashton's 'where do you get your strength from' moment of the campaign, but in a very different way than Grog or Yasha experienced them. Because Ashton might just need this realization slapped into them by all their friends: this was dumb and they would have died because they didn't trust their friends. Because their strength and their salvation truly came from the people that love them.

Ashton has been, up until this point, a bit gung-ho to die for his friends. Honestly, they all are, and it's about time he and all the others learned how to live for their friends.

Anyway, hell of an episode, and a brutal but thrilling last hour. I was grinning right along with Sam. The mad fucker pulled it off by the skin of his teeth and by the grace of two friends dumping every bit of healing they had into him.

[gracev0609]

My Heart's Always Yours

Josh X Danny X Y/N

WC: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Adult Themes, Explicit Sex,m/f,m/m, Polyamorous Relationship,Lingerie, Body Insecurities, Relationship Insecurities

Your family fell into a routine, during the week Josh and Danny went to the studio early in the morning, getting done with enough time for them to come home and help you with dinner and take care of Hazel. Saturday came and Sam came over, tagging along with Danny and Hazel to go to the farmers market. More often than not Jake came by on Sundays to visit with his niece. It was all very domestic

By the time you woke up this Saturday, it was late enough in the day that Danny, Hazel, and Sam had already left for their adventure. Josh was laying in bed next to you, propped up against the headboard with a well worn paperback in his hands. He was up and awake to see them off, and he crawled back into bed with his book laying down next to you. You raised your head, voice laced with sleep,“Morning Joshy, you're reading that again?”

He closed his book, laying it flat on his stomach,” Of course I am baby, it's one of my favorites.”

You saw the clock on the nightstand next to him, you guessed they had been gone for at least an hour already. He placed his book back in the drawer of his nightstand and turned to face you,” Do you want to know something really sweet? Sam asked if he could wear the baby carrier today. He really loves being her uncle.”

“ Everyone loves her, it makes me so happy.” Your mind reeled, thinking about how in not that much time she'll look like Josh's mini me. She'll be undeniably Kiszka, with her father's copy and paste genetics.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course my love.”

“ I know she's our baby, all of our baby, but I want to know your thoughts and how you processed that she's yours. You haven't said anything about it.”

He brings his hand to rest on your stomach with his thumb rubbing your soft skin, while you internally cringe the skin there being flabby and stretch marked.

“Oh. Honestly? I feel really blessed, and I'm really happy. The second I saw the positive test I hoped that I was the one who helped create her, I loved her instantly. I would have loved her regardless, and I think you all know that.”

Relief floods your body, as you knew it would, but you can't help but feel insecure because of how Danny initially reacted.

You quiet your voice down to a whisper,” I know he loves her, but sometimes I can't help but think about how he reacted when we told him…. He didn't want her..”

“Baby- no… Yes Danny could have handled it better, but he loves Hazel with all of his heart, please don't discount that. He loves her so, so much,” Josh sighs,” That really weighs heavy on your mind, doesn't it.”

“It does, and I don't know if it will ever go away.”

Josh tightens his grip on your body and pulls you to him,” I'm so sorry he hurt you like that.”

“He hurt you too..”

Josh just nods his head, pulling you even closer to him. His warmth and the smell of his skin calms you back down. After a moment you turn to lay on your back again, and Josh's hand resumes its place on your stomach. You know it's all in your head but you can feel his touch burning into your skin, why would he want to touch you there. It's bigger than it was before you got pregnant, he couldn't possibly still find it pretty.

Your lip trembles as you rush out,” I don't feel good about my body right now, I don't feel pretty.”

You poke at the squish around his fingers, the skin looser than it once was.

Josh covers your hand with his,” Oh my love. I know it's hard, and I know you see these changes. I see them too, but I am in such awe of you. My beautiful wife grew and nourished my baby, kept her safe, how could I find that anything but beautiful? I love you so much.”

You blink the tears away,” I felt so pretty when I was pregnant and now everything hangs and sags, and there's so many stretch marks.I know I wasn't skinny before but…”

“And that's okay. I truly think you're breathtaking Y/N. Even if you don't see it, I do. Your tummy? It looks like this because it was our baby's home for so many months. You have more stretch marks because you did everything right for her, gave her all the nutrients she needed to grow. You did everything right, took your vitamins, drank so much water, ate healthy balanced meals even when you didn't want to, just so our baby would be healthy. Your breasts look different because they're changing to feed our daughter, that in itself is incredible. Your body is amazing and beautiful and is doing so much for the life we created, so please don't judge yourself by what society thinks you should look like, it changed for a purpose. It changed for Hazel.”

With a shaky inhale you say,” I know. And I know you're right, it's just my body has been in a constant battle with my brain my entire life. I still need some convincing sometimes, especially when I have two incredibly beautiful men who want me. Why would two men who look like that want me?”

Josh's big brown watery eyes look directly into your own,” Why wouldn't we? I think your beautiful brain is thinking too hard…. Can I show you how breathtaking I think you are?”

“Please turn my brain off.”

Josh dips his head down, placing hot open mouthed kisses to your skin. Pushing your oversized tee up above your breasts. He starts at your stomach making sure every inch of it is worshiped before dipping his tongue in your belly button. You giggle as he tickles the sensitive skin.

“Josh!”

“Every inch is beautiful baby”

He continues to kiss up your torso, his facial hair prickling your skin as he works his way to your breasts. He places gentle kisses there before teasing your nipples with a few licks of his tongue making you gasp. You could feel him hot and hard against your thigh. Your arousal coursing through your veins you whine,” Josh.. please.. I wanna be cock drunk, don't wanna think about anything but you.”

“I'm not done yet, love.”

He kisses up your neck, to your chin, placing a single kiss to your nose before slotting your lips together. You relish in how warm and plump his lips are.

“I love you Y/N.”

He quickly kisses back down your body, and you spread your legs for him, thinking he's about to go down on you. Instead he skips where you're throbbing for him, and he kisses down your thigh, nipping at the plush skin.

“Such strong beautiful legs, carried our baby…”

You look down at him, the most loving magical man between your legs.

You murmur feeling drunk on him already,” Baby.. I need to feel you.”

“Where my love?”

His hand that's resting on your thigh comes down to cup your cunt over your underwear, and you know he can feel how wet you are.

“Does my pretty girl need me right here? I can feel how soaked you are.”

Josh's fingers trace a line up and down your covered slit, making you even wetter for him. He pulls the cotton gusset to the side exposing your glistening folds. Josh leans in pressing a kiss to your slit. His tongue pokes out, licking up your arousal. He presses his tongue flat against your folds, using long broad strokes from your entrance to your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck Josh, feels so good baby. You're such a good boy.”

You can feel him smile against your cunt, relishing in the praise. He continues loving on your clit, making you buck your hips, fucking his face chasing your high.

Gasping,”I- I…. Fuuuuck”

Moaning he laps up your release,” You taste so good baby, I love drinking you down.”

He rises from between your thighs, his lips and chin wet with your slick. Crawling up your body, he grinds his hips into yours.

“I want you in me, please I need it.”

He leans up on his knees, and you smirk as you spy the small patch of arousal that has leaked from his tip. Quickly he pushes his sweats down his hips, his length springing out, bobbing heavy between his legs.

“You're so pretty Josh.”

“No my love, you're so pretty. You're glowing, cheeks all red because you've already came, you're all relaxed. I love when you're like this, my most beautiful girl.”

He tilts his hips forward as he grasps his cock in his hand, swirling the tip in a circle around your entrance making you clench.

“Don't be a tease,” you say, scooting your hips closer to him.

Gently he presses into you, slowly at first as you flutter around the head of his cock, eager for the rest of his length to be buried inside.

He pushes in more, gritting his teeth,” Fuuuck you're… So. Tight. Just suffocating my cock.”

Finally he's fully sheathed inside of you, and you both exhale, his breath blowing across your face.

“Just relax for me love, let me make you feel better.”

Slowly he pushes his hips in and out once you relax around him, fully feeling each other. With your emotions heightened you swore you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock. It all feels so good.

You let Josh in to all of your senses. He is all you see, his face close to yours. He's all you feel, sliding in and out of you, running your hands down the broad expanse of his back. He is all you smell, his musk from sleep, and stale cologne from the previous day invading your nose as your face nuzzles into his neck.

Slowly you feel your second high creeping up on you, overwhelmed by Josh in the best ways.

“You gonna cum? I feel you squeezing me.”

You nod your head, squeezing his length as hard as you can before you topple over the edge. It doesn't take long for him to be diving off the cliff behind you,” Gonna fill you up baby, gonna fuck my load in you so deep.”

His hips stutter and you feel his warmth flood your insides, he groans as you milk him for all he has, “Yes, fuck, keep squeezing me, gonna give you all I've got.”

Finally he slows his hips to a stop, his cum oozing out from where you're connected. Josh peppers kisses against your face, thoroughly loving on you,”I'm gonna pull out now love.”

He pushes himself up into his forearms and you grip onto them,” No! Wait. Stay inside me for a little longer, I feel really good right now.”

He smiles, rolling you to your sides as he keeps you connected, his now spent soft length nestled inside you.

You close your eyes, dozing in the content feeling in your chest. Josh succeeded in making sure he was all you can think about. All of the heaviness that was swirling in your mind now replaced with him. His touch doesn't sear your body anymore, it feels comforting as it was always meant to be.

You were just about to fall asleep, so comfortable with his arms around your body and his cock inside you, when you heard Sam's unmistakable laugh through your closed bedroom door.

Josh's hand comes to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek,” It's time to get up lovie, they're back.”

You sigh and pull away from him, your bodies finally disconnecting. Josh makes his way to the ensuite bathroom while you grab some pajama shorts and one of Danny's sweatshirts. Josh comes back out, grabbing the pair of sweatpants he had on earlier and slipping them back on his body. Unabashedly you stare at the outline of his soft cock, you can't help it, you feel the need to be utterly consumed by him.

Josh smirks, catching your gaze as he throws one of his many white crew necks over his head,” Baby, aren't you going to go clean up?’

“Not yet, wanted to keep you there a little longer.”

You look at your husband and see his cheeks reddening and he exhales a long breath,” Damn…. That's hot sweetheart.”

You slid your feet into the slippers Josh and Danny got you, they were pink and adorned with embroidered strawberries. Josh opened your bedroom door, grabbing your hand leading you out to your family. You smiled wide when you found Sam on the couch holding your baby girl.

Sitting down next to him you asked,” Did you guys have fun today?”

You watched as Sam gingerly brushed the downy strands of hair back on her head.

“We had an amazing time! Saw lots of doggies, and cool crystals, and art! I, uh, I asked to wear the carrier today, so I could hold her….Hazel even reminded Danny to grab those peaches you love from the fruit stand.”

You chuckle, placing your hand on his shoulder, your thumb lightly rubbing back and forth,” Thanks for keeping my baby safe Sammy. You're a great uncle. I'm glad she has you and Jake.”

Danny comes in from the kitchen with a fresh bottle in his hands,”Alright, I know somebody's hungry.”

You see Sam's eyes light up,”Could I feed her?”

Josh and Danny wait for you to answer as you battle internally, on one hand he's so excited to feed his niece, on the other he's had your baby all morning and you're missing her dearly.

“Yes you can feed her, but as soon as you're done I'm snatching her up, I haven't even got to hold her yet today.”

You leaned into Josh as he lightly rubbed your back, slipping his hand under your sweatshirt to touch your skin. You both watched as Danny, the amazing father he is, coaches Sam on exactly what to do.

Josh leans forward so his lips are against your ear,”See how much he loves her? He's such a good Dad.”

Both of you observe as Danny lays a cloth against Sam's shoulder, teaching him how to burp her.

Hazel burps, making Sam exclaim,” Damn girlie, that was a big one!,” he continues to pat her back waiting for her to do it again,” Alright Hazelnut, Momma and I had a deal. I've gotta give ya back to her, I love you.”

He hands you your tiny baby, and warmth settles in your chest. You are beginning to recognize this as love. You cradle her little body against your chest, leaning your weight back onto Josh.

He looks at Danny and Sam,” We missed her this morning.”

Danny stands from his place on the couch and comes to stand in front of you, leaning down he gives Josh a kiss and then you a kiss,” Hazelnut and I missed you too.”

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It was a few days later, thanks to prime shipping, that the package that Josh ordered showed up. He had grabbed his phone after seeing you criticize yourself in the mirror once again,and started searching for a pretty piece of lingerie for you, something that would cover your stomach but still make you feel beautiful. Josh knew this wouldn't fix your insecurities, but he hoped you would still see how beautiful you are. He settled on a baby blue set, a pretty sheer thong, and a babydoll top with flowy sheer fabric covering your tummy. As he clicked add to cart an idea sprung in his head. He searched again this time inputting baby blue thong into the search bar. Finally finding something that would match what he had picked for you, he added two into his cart. One for himself and one for Danny.

Josh opened the packages, placing yours and Danny's nicely on the bed. Intrigued, he undresses to try his on. He had worn briefs and such before, but never something as small as a thong. Sliding the fabric up his thighs, he adjusts his cock the material barely holding him in. He walks up to the floor length mirror in the bedroom, and surprisingly he likes what he sees. He feels quite confident in the lingerie, and he's positive his partners were going to love it too. He twists around in the mirror, getting a peek at his ass, and he giggles knowing that Y/N and Danny are going to love that view. Josh grabbed his phone, opening up the camera app. He flicks it over to video and presses record. His eyes are piercing as they stare down the mirror, and his free hand comes up to palm himself over the barely there material.

It's a short clip, maybe 6 seconds, but he sends it to the group chat he has with his loves. He knows it'll drive them wild.

He takes the underwear off placing it on the bed next to the others and puts his regular clothes back on, it only takes moments for his phone to start buzzing.

Y/N💕: What the fuck Joshua, you look incredible!

Danny💕: We're in the checkout line at the grocery store, we'll be home in 15.

Josh smiles at his phone before gathering candles and placing and lighting them about the bedroom, attempting to make it a special evening.

Josh sits down on the living room couch playing on his phone until he hears the front door unlock. Danny comes in with only two grocery bags and Josh cocks his eyebrow,” The rest of the bags are in the car still, fuck it I'm just putting the frozen shit away.”

Y/N makes her way inside, Hazelnut in her arms, and she beelines it to the baby swing. Quickly buckling her in and pressing the on button.

Josh smirks,”You two seem to be in a rush, everything okay?”

Danny joins you two in the living room,” I don't know Josh, that little video of yours gave me a fuckin boner in the middle of the grocery store, so I think you have to make up for that stunt you pulled.”

Josh stands, clasping his hands together,” Well my loves, I do have a little surprise for you. If you would follow me to the bedroom.”

Josh grasps both of your hands, leading you and Danny to your bedroom. He opens the door with his foot, revealing the candles and your outfits for the evening.

“I got each of us a little something.”

Danny picks up the small scrap of fabric, cocking his eyebrow,” They match?”

Josh's fingers grip onto the hem of your shirt,” Can I?”

You nod and he lifts the shirt over your head, before reaching his hand around your back, unclasping your bra.

You shimmy the rest of your clothes off, grabbing the lingerie. Once everything is in place Josh leads you to the mirror, and your lip trembles lightly.

“Does my wife feel pretty? I think you look stunning.”

He remembers your conversation, of course he does. Josh is so special.

Quietly you answer,” I do. I feel really pretty, thank you.”

You turn towards your loves,”Alright, alright. It's your turn, let me see how hot you both look.”

You watch as they both steal glances at each other as they undress and slide on their lingerie.

You make yourself comfy on the bed, your eyes first raking over Josh's form, his toned body looking ethereal in the candlelight. You take in his chest, down his stomach, down his V line, to gaze at your prize. Your lip curls when you see he's already starting to strain against the skimpy fabric.

You gaze at Danny, his Greek God physique on display. Your eyes travel down his body, the patch of hair that starts at his belly button looking extra yummy as your eyes follow it downward to his heavy cock straining against the fabric of his thong.

You're not sure if you've ever been so turned on by their outfits before, your breath hitches in your throat,” Oh, fuck me.”

Danny stalks closer to the bed, palming his growing erection,” Oh. We plan on it sweetheart.”

Danny crawls onto the bed, crashing his lips into yours as he gently guides you back against the mattress. His rough kisses get softer and softer until he pulls away, still inches away from your face. His curls cascade down shielding you from looking anywhere but at him. He whispers asking you a question,”You haven't been feeling good about your body?”

You blink back the tears that threaten to fall,”No. No I haven't.”

“Why didn't you tell me love?”

Your hands trace up his chest settling in the hair at the nape of his neck,” I didn't want to be a burden. It's silly I know.”

His bottom lip juts out a bit, unhappy with your answer,”You are stunning Y/N. Always. I need you to remember that, we love you so much. Please let us show you how much.”

You tilt your head up, capturing his lips with yours,”Show me Danny.”

“You are so, so beautiful. Not just in the way you look, because you are stunning, but your heart and your mind are beautiful too. I couldn't ask for a better woman to be Hazel's mom.”

He kisses down your neck, making a whimper escape your lips.

“I think we should keep your pretty little top on huh? Makes you look like a goddess, Josh picked very well.”

Feeling the bed dip, Josh joins, pressing himself against your side, subtly grinding himself against your thigh.

Danny rises to all fours, sliding back down the bed, he picks at the waistband of your panties asking if he can take them off. You nod, lifting your hips so he can slide them down your legs. Danny stands, pulling them off you body, his eyes gaze down at Josh,” Fuck baby, your ass looks insane. Please tell me you're going to keep wearing these.”

Danny leans down, playfully smacking Josh's asscheek. He ducks his head down, kissing up your legs before diving into your cunt. Danny's strong nose nudging your swollen bud as he fucks his tongue in as far as it will go.

You thread your hands into his curls,”Fuck Danny! Feels so good!”

His lips and tongue baby your throbbing clit a little longer before the need to feel them overwhelms you.

“Both of you… on your knees.”

Quickly they disconnect from your body, “ Are you okay sweetheart?”

You bring your palms to their aching lengths, you can feel them twitching against the heat of your hand.

“You both look so sexy. So hard…”

Josh looks from your hand to your face,”Lovie… can you take them off? I've been hard for so long, it's getting uncomfortable.”

You take your fingers and trace the length of his covered cock, teasing the head of Josh's penis. He huffs out a breath, waiting for you to continue.

Your fingers dip into the waistband of Josh's panties, pulling them slightly to tease him with friction.

“Fuck, baby please. Take me out.”

Finally you take mercy on your whiny boy, pulling the panties down his thighs before grabbing his cock and sinking your mouth down on him.

You can hear Danny's voice, with him looking above you,” I bet it feels so good. His eyes are rolling back baby, I can't wait to feel your mouth on me.”

You bob your head down his length, working your tongue over him.

Josh whines out a long, fuuuuck.

And you notice Danny has positioned himself behind Josh, lapping at his entrance. The sucking noises coming from the both of your mouths are obscene as Josh's hips erratically move back and forth chasing the pleasure.

His high slams into him, quicker than he thought,”Fuck- I'm gonna cum. I-”

Danny's hand comes up to squeeze his balls, encouraging Josh to meet his end. You pull off of him just far enough to stick your tongue out as your hand jerks him off, moaning as white hot ropes of his cum land on your tongue.

Josh pants, catching his breath and sitting down on the bed as his entire body goes soft blissed out. Danny crawls over to you growling,” Let me taste him.”

Your tongues tangle and he moans at the taste of release on your tongue. Josh grasps your chin, tilting your head away from Daniel momentarily.

“I think you should enjoy Danny now love.”

You look into Danny's sparkling brown eyes,”Are you ready for me baby?”

You nod your head and he guides you back against the mattress, cradling your head in his hand.

“Wanna watch me take these panties off?”

Danny flashes you a toothy smile before leaning up, running his hands down his torso, hooking his thumbs in the barely there fabric. He pulls them off his hips, his hard leaking cock bobbing free resting heavy between his legs. You feel yourself clench around nothing gazing at your lovers impressive body. He grasps his thick length in his hand, running it through your wetness. You gasp when he nudges against your clit, feeling close to the edge already.

Danny taps his cock, the weight of his slapping down on your clit,” Do you think you could cum like this?”

Squirming underneath him you gasp,” Yeah keep going! Little more!”

Danny continues to glide his leaking tip over your swollen bud until you're cumming underneath him. He traces your slit again, gathering your release that's dripping from your entrance. Gently he nudges himself inside and you relish in the stretch. Once he's fully sheathed inside of you Danny gazes down at you, his eyes full of love and adoration,”Hi baby. Feels so good. So tight wrapped around me.”

You feel yourself melt into the mattress as his hips find a rhythm.

“I need more Danny.”

He leans up onto his knees, pulling your hips into his lap, thrusting in harder than before. He throws his head back, raven curls descending down his back. He sticks out his tongue, unable to control his mouth as you clench around him hurtling him closer to his release.

Looking to your left, you find Josh languidly stroking himself, thoroughly enjoying the show. Danny grips your jaw, turning your head to look into the mirror,” Watch us Y/N. See how pretty we look. Want you to watch me wreck your cunt before I cum in it.”

His hips find a punishing pace and the coil in your stomachs snap as you cum together, spraying his abdomen with your release as he pumps his own inside you.

Josh leans over, his lips capturing your own,” You look incredible baby, so fucked out and beautiful.”

Keeping himself inside for a few moments longer, Danny leans down to join Josh, locking your lips together and slipping his tongue inside of your mouth,” You're so beautiful baby, I love you so much, wanna knock you up with my baby next.”

You blush, and Danny realizes what he just said,” Well- not anytime soon at least. Maybe once Hazel's out of diapers.”

Your mind reeled, Danny loved you and you loved him, he maybe even wanted to have a baby with you. You were honestly feeling better than you had in days, a bit of weight had lifted from your shoulders.

Josh came back in the room, clad in a matching sweatsuit, holding his little baby. You smiled as he rocked her in his arms going on and on about being such a good girl, being so patient waiting for Mommy and Daddies.

Fin.

Always thanking @lipstickitty for helping me with ideas, love youuuu ❤️

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[scekrex]

Hey so my birthday was coming up and so I was wondering if you could do Adam x reader where he celebrates the reader's birthday with him! Thank you and have an amazing day/night!

Holy shit, I hope I'm still in time for your birthday!! I'm currently on vacay w a homie but I had to make time to write that for ya!! Happy fucking birthday hun, I hope you have an amazing day xoxo/p

Birthday boy

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

When you first opened your eyes you noticed Adam was gone, there was no gentle giant lying next to you, hugging you close to his chest like he always did, in fact his side of the bed was cold. When you checked the time you were quite surprised to find that it was already 2pm, so Adam had not only left you for whatever reason there was, he had also let you sleep in. A thing the first man usually didn't do, he was craving your attention too much to let you sleep in every day. Something about today seemed off.

While you would've loved to stay in bed even longer, you were curious where your boyfriend went, so you forced yourself to leave the warm and cozy sheets behind and exit the bedroom. “Adam?” you called out for the first man as you walked through the living room - no response though. You tried again, a little louder this time, “Adam?” This time you got a response, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Adam with nothing but a towel around his waist, you grinned at the brunette, “While this is a great way to wish me a good morning I'd like to fucking know why you left me alone in bed.” Adam frowned at that, tilting his head a little, “I always let you sleep in on your fucking birthday, babes.”

And that was when you realized what it was that you had forgotten about - your birthday. Adam looked quite amused as he spotted the realization that was on display on your face. Of course someone like you would forget their own birthday, good thing that he had already planned the day. “Go get ready, fuckhead,” the brunette told you and walked over to you, pulling you into a soft kiss once he had reached you, “We’re going to grab fucking birthday lunch.” That the first man didn't need to repeat, you placed a quick kiss on his chin and then locked yourself inside the bathroom.

While you were getting ready, Adam called Lute, “Sup, Danger Tits, is shit settled?” When his lieutenant responded, the first man was sure he could hear her roll her eyes at that - he really started to get on her nerves. Like, she was happy Adam was so focused on celebrating your birthday, but seriously, you were dead, what's the big deal? She didn't fully understand, but maybe she didn't need to understand. She knew it meant a lot to you and therefore it meant a lot to Adam which resulted in her doing most of the work - not that she truly minded though. She honestly just likes to complain about Adam. “Yes, Sir, everything is settled. Make sure you won't be back before 5pm though.” Adam nodded at her words before realizing that Lute was very much not able to see him, “You’re the fucking best.” And with those words he hung up.

Just in time because only a moment later you stepped outside the bathroom door, your hair was still wet from the shower you had just taken and your body was fully naked - not because you chose to leave the bathroom like that, no, not at all, but because Adam that sneaky bastard had taken the last towel without telling you. “That’s quite the look, babes,” he hummed with a sly grin on his lips as he made his way over to you. The first man's hands found their way to your hips, pressing your body against his as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “But I don't fucking think I'll let you leave like that.” You playfully shoved him backwards a little, “Haha, very funny, I need to get dressed and so do you so move bitch, I'm ready for birthday lunch.” Adam wrapped his arm around your shoulders lazily and guided you to the bedroom as if you haven't been in living in that apartment for ages and he was showing you around, but you let him - there were no plans for today, all you wanted was a chill day with Adam by your side and the fact that Adam was taking you out for lunch made it even better - while you liked to celebrate your birthday usually this year you didn't feel like doing all the preparation so you had told Adam that and he had been fine with it being just you and him this year.

So the both of you got dressed, nothing too fancy, nothing too casual, a simple yet balanced in-between. And when you walked through heaven's streets and Adam took a right turn, you knew where the both of you were heading to. Your favorite restaurant. “Adam, they're always booked,” you mumbled as the first man confidently entered the restaurant, pride written all over his face as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, “I know babes, that's why I fucking reserved a table.” You stopped in your tracks, grabbing him by his sleeve to stop him from walking as well, “You did what now?” Adam's grin only widened as he proudly repeated his words, you could only stare at him. How? This was the most popular place in all of heaven, it's always booked, there's barely a chance to get a table - let alone on the date you want it. Fuck, Adam must've pulled a lot of fucking strings to get you two in. “You did not,” disbelief was still heavy in your voice and in your eyes and Adam shook his head, “I fucking did, now c’mon babes.” And with those words he guided you inside the huge building and towards your table once the two of you had checked in.

“How the fuck did ya crazy ass manage to do that?” you asked, still not quite able to believe where you were sitting - Adam hadn't just reserved any table, he had reserved a table as close to the stage as possible. He had gone all in just to get you a table with the perfect view in your favorite restaurant on your birthday. The first man leaned back in his chair lazily, acting like it was no big deal at all, “Oh y'know, I know the owner ‘n’ that fuckhead owed me sooo.” You just stared at Adam as one of the workers from there handed you the menu. Was this actually happening? And why was Adam acting like this was not a big deal at all? You had been begging him to go to that restaurant with him for months and all of a sudden you found yourself inside its walls, closest to the stage with your boyfriend by your side. Fuck.

“You’re a crazy fucking bitch, y’know that, right?” you mumbled as your eyes scanned the menu that had been handed to you, the brunette sitting across the table just responded with a lazy, “Oh but you love your crazy bitch-boyfriend.” And of course he was fucking right.

-

As Adam and you walked the streets back home you couldn't help but question his behavior as he continued to check his phone for either the time or an important notification. It was currently 4:40pm and it would take you at least another thirty minutes to reach your apartment. “Why don't we simply fly?” you had asked him earlier, his response had been even more weird and suspicious, “I wanna enjoy the view,” he had said while he had checked his phone screen. Ah, yes, the beautiful view of his phone screen, of fucking course.

“Okay,” you sighed, visibly annoyed by Adam's strange and uncommon behavior, “The fuck got up your ass?” The brunette looked at you in confusion, a frown met your annoyed look, “No fucking idea what you mean, babes.” You rolled your eyes at him but continued to walk next to him in silence, of course he had no idea what you were talking about, like fucking always. Usually you wouldn't mind him acting all strange but it was your birthday, in God's name. Why did he decide to be like that today?

You didn't argue with him though and when you finally reached your apartment and unlocked the door, you were greeted by Lute. The fuck was going on? The lieutenant of Adam greeted you with a wide, promising grin and you immediately knew you didn't like what was going on in the slightest bit. “Sup bitch, you got here well? Did Adam take care of you?” You eyed her with as much suspicion as you had eyed Adam with earlier as you pulled away from the hug she had been trying to give you. “Lute, quit that bullshit,” the exorcist’s grin fell at your words and for a moment she genuinely thought she fucked up, but then she realized Adam still hadn't told you shit and that he had probably been acting super fucking weird because of it.

The woman wrapped her arm around your shoulder as she led you inside, Adam followed behind you, he kept his distance though. As you entered the living room, the brunette behind you turned on the light and revealed that all of your loved ones had been waiting for you. Your eyes roamed over the people that had gathered inside your apartment. So Adam had really organized all of that, huh? Yeah surely not, Lute had obviously helped him. Did you mind that? Not in the slightest bit - I mean how could you? All of the people you loved and cared about had managed to make time for whatever it was Adam had planned.

You spun in Lute's arm, pulling the surprised white haired woman into a tight, warm and thankful hug. She had helped, obviously, and you were very thankful for that. Adam stood next to you, crossing his arms over his chest while he watched you and Lute hug. “Am I not getting a fucking thank-you kiss from my boyfriend for organizing all that shit?” and you knew he was joking, knew he didn't expect you to kiss you, especially in front of all those people so dear to you, yet you grabbed him by the collar and placed a soft yet quick kiss on his lips.

“Thanks, fuckhead.”

[yuseirra]

I was drawing something about Ruby and how she'd be feeling but while I was jotting things down, it made me think: is it really worth it?

I mean even the writers just brushed it off.

She lost a family member and the story handles it with a bystander going she cried a lot but she overcame it with friends, and started shining, became everyone's idol! She's truly someone sent by a god to bring light to darkness! In a few panels

That's it.

They could have had this same idea going but illustrated it with some depth into it. She lost her TWIN. Someone who she lived with all her life right beside her! And he was someone who she had a very unique and special type of bond with over the span of not just one life but two. But Aqua's presence and significance is just nonexistent in the final chapter. What he meant to Ruby was huge and it's not illustrated very well because Ruby doesn't get to speak for herself in the last chapter.

If that's what the authors deem is for the best, then what is the point of me trying to make it out? They clearly don't want to share it so much in depth even when they have the skills to, so this is what they want to do with their work and handle Ruby. I think this is coined this way to portray the nature of how idols "appear" as. Ruby isn't... Handled like a human being in the last chapter or the past several chapters actually. I'm not even sure if Aqua understood her well because he viewed her very idealistically the way he described her. Yeah.. Ruby did turn out the way Aqua described her as but that's how she appears outwardly. It's her shell. So sending out love is a role of hers now huh? But where is her personality as a person? She gives out love to people but... That can be achieved through anyone who has those "eyes" or "talent" isn't it? It actually doesn't have to be Ruby or herself as a person if it's about the eyes, it's more about the ability? You can put out a pretty doll out there and if it's charming enough, wouldn't it achieve the same effect?

I liked the movie arc a lot because it showed Ai was a human being but people wished her to be a cute, perfect and a convenient doll that could love anyone. Isn't THAT exactly what Ruby's become in the end? I didn't really take Ruby to be that way but the ending makes it seems like she's worshipped for a shell she's developed. It doesn't feel genuine. And I think that's intentional so why... What point does the author want to make about this industry~~~ Ai sends out a way better message in terms of what an idol goes through!!! This is so unfair to Ruby!!!

Everything Kamiki said was so right I just. Everything played out the way he said it would. People don't see Ruby as a person, the same way it was like for Ai. Ai wanted her truth to be out there though!! Ruby isn't following her mom's legacy~~~ I went oh he had insight!! He knew what was going to happen to his daughter!! He saw the same thing happen to Ai of course he would have. Aqua should have stayed beside Ruby and cheered her on. There is no point. On everything. Kamiki SAID he should go watch Ruby's journey as an idol? Doesn't that mean!!! He'd have let her live through it!! Dunk him later then!! Or is it that Aqua wouldn't be able to find him later? Honestly I really think!! The guy tried to bring back Ai, that was what he was gonna do- considering mephisto and fatal's lyric I feel the guy was going to die anyway even without Aqua having taken those measures??? He doesn't seem like he had a will to live ANYWAY but sure, Aqua sure. take your dear life along with him. This isn't explained.

It does make me think: why should I care about a work the author has dropped...how can this writing be something that isn't ditched. Let's face it, it is. That's the sad part. If I could feel the author did their best within the abilities they have, I'd still feel it's loved. But I'm not sure if they care for their own work?;; what's the point on trying to work with something the writers themselves don't care for?; I want to be convinced they do. But it's pretty hard to believe so. You have to love what you create or have some sort of passion in it to get it across to people. I couldn't really feel it in the end. So despite the art being very good.. I can't feel so much about it and it doesn't really give out a better message than it already did in the beginning of the series either. That's quite saddening. I hope they don't do something like this ever again in the pieces they write in the future, I'm not going to follow them because it's too risky to follow an artist who does this about their piece, regardless of how talented they are.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Today I wanna take a break, because it is Pride Month and we lost an icon sadly far, far too quietly. Made me realize I don't think I've really heard much about Lynn Conway in queer circles for a long time. And honestly? That's fucked. If anyone deserves to be held up as a trans luminary of the past century it's her. I wish I had the knowledge of computer chips to fully explain how landmark her contributions were in her career, but truth is her story as a trans woman is what's truly fascinating.

If I have the details right, tried to transition during college in the 50s but ran into hurdles. Then got a job at IBM, fired when she sought out Harry Benjamin (another important name y'all need to quit glossing over) and was one of his patients in the late 60s. Transitioning before 30 and if I may say, being quite attractive...even when I was coming out in the 00s the general wisdom was if you could go "stealth" and just start over you should. Which Lynn did. Then went on to make some groundbreaking waves in computer chip design and really had this hellacious 30-year career as just a woman breaking barriers in tech. Keep in mind no one knew she was trans, ain't no way she'd have ended up working with Reagan's DoD on some Cold War defense tech if that was public knowledge.

Then at the end of her career, a new chapter began. Got out ahead of realizing some people were about to make the connection to her time at IBM so came out publicly through a website I remember being a pivotal find in my own journey. It was one of the best collection of resources out there and her story was one of the first ones I saw where you could transition and not be stuck in some small box forevermore because of it. You can shrug off the blowback and get on with your life. Ever heard of Blanchard & Bailey, the Autogyneophilia guys TERFs love to quote? Conway was a prominent academic speaking out against their dodgy methodology as well. Her lengthy and through takedown of that Man Who Would Be Queen book is fuckin legendary. Honestly, if you can find the old archived pages from her website it's worth a read. We don't really have many stories of like, a long life after transition without also being a mainstay of the community the whole time. There's a lot she'd get roasted for today, but generally for the wrong reasons because holy shit is my revisit showing so much honesty and stuff I've needed to hear at a similar point. We get so focused on the actual coming out and exploring and transitioning phase people miss that's just the baby steps on a lifelong journey. I miss how straightforward this old guard could be. In my experience queer youth today love it but it will absolutely enrage the late-blooming final wave of my own generation who lack so much perspective on how little the difference makes at this point.

I know it's fun to raise up queer names who were outlaws and radicals, everyone loves the (false) story of Marsha Johnson throwing the first brick at Stonewall more than her tireless decades of boring organizing. We like our fabulous and festive faces, but honestly...younger generations of trans folk should probably pay a little more attention to stories like Lynn Conway's where we actually do sometimes get to just have a "normal" and highly successful bulk of our lives after the identity struggle. So far ahead of her time it took until my own generation for us to see the whole having an experience more like hers.

[xxstraykidsaikoxx]

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We travel back in time! A time in where two secret lovers were forced to hide their love for one another, but what happens when they perform what is seen as a 'seductive' performance together? While also being in the midst of a disagreement?

ෆ contents - long fic, fluff, secret relationship, light argument, some cursing, happy ending, song fic? (if you squint)

ෆ word count - 1,354

ෆ note - i may have went a little overboard on this one due to hyun being my bias 😅 this one's a long one so i hope you enioy! ♡

"Maybe if you'd listen to me, this wouldn't have happened!" came the remark of a certain fiery maknae. The receiver just rolled his eyes, "If I listened to you I'd be in bigger shit than I am right now!" He fired right back at her. Despite the venom the pair spat at each other, Aiko and Hyunjin did truly love each other, they were just.. having a very loud discussion. So what got them into said discussion? A paint brush. Aiko had got live on YouTube for a bit, after making sure any and all hints of her budding relationship with the tall ferret was concealed to the world. She just forgot one thing, the very used and worn down paint brush that Hyun always uses for his paintings that could rival those of Picasso himself. Hawkeyed STAYs obviously noticed and even more rumours of the two being romantically involved with eachother resurfaced. These rumors were true, but the public couldn't know that, no one but the group could know.

"Whatever, I'm honestly glad they saw it! I'm tired of being so secretive, other idols have gone public about they're relationship! Why can't we?" Aiko challenged, "Because you're under enough hate as it is! Going public would just make things worse for both you and me, the group as well!" Hyunjin wasn't wrong, if they were to go public, Aiko's hate would increase, since even being rumored to be dating the heartthrob of the group made her the recipient of the most vile of comments. "I'm not scared of them! You don't need to worry so much, It's nothing I'm not used to any ways!" Aiko rolled her eyes, she was beginning to get sick of this conversation. "Why are you like this?! You never care about yourself and that hurts me! It's almost as if you do it on purpose! I care about you alot, Aiko, and it hurts to see you so- so comfortable with being hated and harassed so much!" Hyunjin finally snapped. He made way for the door, "Let me know when you finally pull your head out of your ass and think of how your actions have an effect on those who love you." He walked out, almost slamming the door due to how strong his feelings were. Aiko was left stunned in place, of course she'd seen Hyun get over emotional, but never that much. She was broken out of her thoughts by her phone vibrating on the table next to her. She picked it up and read the text from her manager, it was time to prepare for the next performance scheduled for Stray Kids.

Aiko wiped her face, she needed to get her mind straight. She walked out of the room and out of the building, passing a very pissed off Hyunjin on the way out. He wasn't actually mad at her, he loved her more than she knew, he was just mad that she held almost no regard for her own health and well-being, and how she didn't even consider how he'd feel if she someday fell apart and stopped fighting.

A few weeks had passed since they're argument. They decided to spend some time away from one another, to avoid further animosity between them. This cold war didn't go unnoticed, the other members had definitely noticed how the lovebirds hadn't exactly been love birding lately. Chan not liking his members to be this distant with each other sat them down and talked it out with them, which helped them at least forgive one another, but they still weren't 'back to normal'. The next stage for the MANIAC tour was approaching and Chan had had an idea, one Aiko and Hyunjin might both enjoy. "A dance cover?" Aiko asked, looking up from her phone, "Yeah! We think it'll be a neat idea! Plus STAYs will love it!" Chan knew Aiko would do anything if it meant that her beloved STAYs would be happy, "Fine, but in the middle of a tour is kinda weird, oppa.." Her tone was accusing but Chan had already walked out of hearing distance.

Aiko sat in the middle of the practice room scrolling aimlessly through her phone. Chan had apparently asked for the members to gather in the practice room for their apparent "dance cover" for a song she wasn't aware of yet. What was even more suspicious was that Chan asked to meet in the smaller practice room rather than their regular room for some reason. Ai trusted Chan but she was really starting to question his intentions- "Hyunjin?!-" Her thinking was interrupted by her tall petty ferret, who she still was being icy to, walked in. "I knew he sounded suspicious.." Groaned Hyunjin, Chan had told him the same things he told Aiko, except he had told him the song choice for this dance cover. Blackpink's collab with Dua Lipa titled 'Kiss and Makeup." That was when he started to raise suspensions. As the petty pair sat on opposite ends of the dande room waiting for the other members, it was becoming abundantly clear of what Chan's intentions were.. to try and reconcile the two through a dance cover. How creative. It was when Minho sent Aiko the specific choreography for the cover when the maknae had just about enough of this reconnection tactic. Towards the ending of the song, when the final chorus begins, Aiko and Hyunjin are supposed to do a body roll off eachother (like jenlisa at 2023 coachella).

The two dancers had done the rest of the choreo flawlessly, but when it came to that final piece of moves, it was a little hard to digest. For starters, neither of them were used to 'spicy' dances, and they weren't done being petty towards eachother.

"Touch me like you touch nobody, put your hands all up on me-" "Hyunjin come on! We've been stuck on this move for a week now!" "Well it's not all my fault you know! You haven't exactly been all that into either!" Aiko groaned and walked to turn off the music, they clearly needed a break. What she didn't see was the look of longing Hyunjin gave her. He hated their situation, and all he wanted to do was hug and say that he forgave her. "Aiko, we should talk." Ai was surprised, he hardly ever called her by her full name, so she could tell he was serious, "About what?" She questioned back, "About everything, about us, and about what we should do." Hyun sat down on the couches in the back of the room and silently requested Aiko to do the same.

As soon as Aiko sat down, Hyunjin placed his hands gently over hers and began speaking, "Jagi, what's going on between us? We never used to be like this..." "Petty?" Aiko finished for him. She sighed, "This all started with the whole keeping our relationship a secret.. I personally think we should come clean, but if you're not comfortable with that then I understand." Now it was Hyunjin's turn to be surprised, it was hard for Aiko to admit she was wrong. He scooted closer to her, now feeling the strong urge to just.. hold her, "I've been thinking about it and.." He trailed off, "And?" Aiko urged. Hyunjin gave a sigh of defeat, "It's getting difficult to hide the fact that I love you.."

Some time has passed since their talk. They forgave eachother and finally put their immature pettiness aside. They both decided to reveal their relationship to the public during the month before they're comback in June, so they would have enough time to mentally prepare. They killed the 'Kiss and Makeup' performance flawlessly, which again strengthened the dating rumors even further. Aiko couldn't wait to tell STAYs that those rumors were in fact a reality. A loving reality at that. This cold war proved to Aiko that Hyunjin did infact love her more than words can describe, and this further cemented Aiko's insane love she has for Hwang Hyunjin, and now nothing could stop her from what she's planning to do next.

©straykidsaiko

Always keep in mind that nothing in this series and in my posts are real! So anything that may seem 'out of character' should be considered as part of a fake universe! <3

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[angiesmagicspace]

Choi management

Pairing: idol boss San x fem reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Word count: 9,7K

Warnings: coworkers to lovers, boss-employee relationship, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, name-calling, squirting, POV switches

Summary: Being his assistant was both a dream and a nightmare , and you are ready to take everything he can give.

Authors note: This fanfic is almost three years old, when I first wrote it was about Harry Styles, so forgive me if some parts sound a little cringe. But I tried my best to rewrite it, and now I am really proud of it. I hope you like it

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“Honestly speaking, what do you think love is?” that's what he asked the first time we went to dinner. I was shocked, to say the least, but also speechless. I used to think about what love is, but I never found an answer to that question. Yet his brown eyes were glued to my face, still waiting for the answer, patiently looking studying my facial expression. I needed to say something, I mean, it would be really rude to leave him without an answer. “I mean..... it's a very complex question, but I think it’s an utter feeling of you as a person being complete, you know” he nodded happily it was like he was utterly satisfied with what he heard. I always knew San was an old soul, romantic just every woman's dream, yet he was alone. I truly didn't know why, such a perfect man yet so lonely. You are probably wondering what are we doing for dinner together, well I just finished college, and I was applying for a lot of jobs, one of them being San’s assistant. I had no problem doing that, it sounds like a lot of fun, although no job is fun, at least you can try to make it as fun as possible. Now that you know what's all this about, let's go back to our conversation. I was still kind of confused why is that so important to him like he would never hire me if I answered that question wrong if that's even possible. Soon we finished, he paid, and we went out “I will call you in a week and inform you about your possible new job, but I would just like to say that it was my pleasure to spend these few hours with you,” he said with a smile on his face. That made me blush, and I was hoping he didn't notice that.  “Thank you so much, but the pleasure is all mine, truly” he hugged me, and we parted ways.

I was slowly walking to my apartment that was nearby. I was smiling, even if I don't get this job, this will be my best memory. I entered my apartment, and the smell of vanilla brushed over me. I showered and then sat on my bed checking my emails one more time before sleep. And I had something to see, it was an email from his management. It made me more nervous than surprised. I slowly clicked on it while it was loading, I was more nervous than ever before. Carefully reading it, I realized that I was nervous for no reason. It was just a thank-you email saying that San had a wonderful time and that it was truly a pleasure. He really needs his word to be last, but that's fine, he is the boss here. I turned off my laptop and went to sleep, happy about the whole day.

My alarm went off at 8 am and I stood up, finished all my morning business, and went out to get breakfast and go to the gym. Training isn't something I enjoy, but I only do it for my health. After I went home to finish some work. There was no use in just sitting around doing nothing and hoping someone will call me. While waiting for someone to hire me, I work something that you can't define as a job. I help Instagram influencers with their feed. I spent like five hours helping multiple people with everything, and now I am just listening to some music while making some lunch/dinner for myself. While the music was blasting, I danced around, having a lot of fun. I sat down and ate what I made and texted Soyeon, my best friend and gym buddy, for a little just talking about where will we go tonight. We both agreed to first go for a drink and then go for a short walk. She texted me when she finished her job to start getting ready. I put on some jeans and an oversized dress shirt and a pair of sneakers. Soon I heard a doorbell, it was Soyeon, so I opened the door and hugged her. “Hey, girl, how are you? How was your dinner date with Mister Choi?” she smiled, excited to hear what I have to say. “First of all it was a formal dinner not a date, and it went pretty well I mean who am I lying it was amazing, he is such a gentleman.” I said remembering that night and how amazing it was. She looked at me in awe at how big I was smiling. “ Okay, enough about that, let's go out and have some fun,” I pulled her out of the apartment. We went to the nearest bar, as we entered a strong smell of alcohol and perfume showered us, we made our way to the bar and ordered two margaritas. We drank them just enjoying the music, after that we slowly started walking out, both of us had better plans than to be hungover tomorrow morning.

As we were making our way out, I noticed a familiar body just standing there, he turned around and his brown eyes almost immediately made contact with mine. He smiled, and I smiled back, feeling my cheeks blushing. He motioned for me to come to him, I taped Soyeon on the shoulder just telling her that I will be back in a second I am just going to greet San. She smiled giving me thumbs up yelling that she will wait for me. I just laughed and went to San. “Well hello my possible future assistant, here for a night out,” he said smirking. “ No, just for one drink and then home, not really in the mood for a hangover tomorrow,” I smiled. “Well it's nice to know that there are people like you, I am here with a few friends you know relaxing a bit,” he said still smirking, I am barely able to continue this conversation he is making me feel things I never felt before. “Have a good night, I got to go” I said smiling, turning around and waving at him. He just smiled, waving, and turning to his friends. I practically ran to Soyeon, so we can go out to just talk about how hot he is. The moment we were out Soyeon turned to me just waiting for me to start talking. As I caught my breath, we started walking and I started telling her everything. You could tell that she was amazed by my admiration for San, even though I applied for a job that considers me talking and looking at him every day the whole year round. As we were in front of my apartment, we hugged and said our goodbyes, and she wished me to get a call from him as soon. I went in, did my routine, and went to bed.

The next morning, my alarm went off, as I look at my phone, there was a text from San and an email from his team. I opened the mail first, slowly reading it, realizing I got the job. At first, I didn't believe it, but I read it again and again making sure that it was true I am not dreaming. I silently screamed. After a short silent screaming session was over, I opened San's text, he said to come to his office at 1 pm, so he can tell me everything I need to know before I start working full-time tomorrow. I replied to his text that I will come. This will be an amazing day, I thought to myself. I went through my basic morning routine. As I was back from the gym I started preparing for my meeting with San, I went through every possible scenario that could happen. Around noon, I went out slowly walking to his office. I needed that walk just to relax before I meet him. I entered a tall glass building, going straight to the counter. “Hello, I am here to see Mr. Choi,” I said to the lady. “You are his new assistant, right,” she said with a small smile. “ Yes, I am,” I said also smiling, just trying to be nice and leave a good impression. “Okay he is on the 5th floor take the elevator, good luck,” she said smiling. I smiled back, thanking her. I went to the elevators, clicked the button, waiting for one of them to come down. Finally, one of them arrives, I enter it clicking on number five just standing there trying to stay calm.

As the elevator door open I go out searching for his office, didn't need much time since his name was written on one of the doors. I breathed out and slowly knocked. “Come in” I hear a deep husky voice. I slowly open the door, entering. “Hello Miss Y/L/N and welcome to Choi management,” he said with a huge smile across his face. “I am glad to be here, Mr. Choi,” I said. “Call me San I don't mind, and I will call you.....” he looked at me wanting to hear my name “Y/N,” I replied. “Okay, Y/N so let's start with some basic things for coffee, I like Americano. When it comes to food, I am not very picky, so you can surprise me with whatever. When I tell you the time of the meetings I will expect you to be on time always” he explained. “ Is there anything else important to remember, Mr. Choi?” I asked. “Yes never call me Mr. Choi again I don't like it, also every Sunday I would appreciate having my schedule sent to me. Be ready to go to many events with me as my plus one.” he said very seriously, looking like it was so important to him that I remember that. “Okay, I wrote everything down, hopefully, I will not let you down on any of these things,” I tried to be as polite as possible. “ I believe you will do this job the best, but tell me one thing you should never do,” he said, smirking. “ I should never call you Mr. Choi,”  I didn't want to look too much comfy, it's not good for the job. He smiled, this smile, there was nothing like his smile, this man will be the death of me, truly. “So now that we went through all the basic things you need to know we can go out have some lunch and walk around a bit, I would like to get to know you better,” he said excitedly as a little kid. I slowly nod and start walking towards the doors with him.

We went to the elevators, and he pressed the buttons, waiting for one of them to come as we entered the elevator. I went to press the button, but he had the same intention. Our hands touched, and we both looked at each other, smiling but also blushing. I know why I am blushing, but I don't understand why he is blushing, there is no way he likes me. We both brushed it off and just stood next to each other, pretending as if nothing happened. Thank god we were fast out of that elevator “See you after lunch Irene” he said to the lady that welcomed me at the counter, she waved at us and we waved back. But there was one thing I found very strange, she was smiling like she is so proud of him going out on lunch with me, but I am probably just overthinking it. “So what made you apply for such a job, I mean nothing wrong with just asking,” he asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Well after college I didn't know what to do with life, so I just started applying for every job I can and yeah I am here,” I said trying to sound casual. “Well I guess I don't need to tell you my story, every person on this planet knows it,” he said laughing to himself.  “Everyone knows the public side of your story, but who is San Choi?” I asked looking at him, studying his face as it changes the moment he heard my question. “You know nobody ever asked me who is San Choi, I mean people don't care about who you are actually when everything that defines you is your career like I don't exist as a person.” he said, and you can hear a slight sadness in his voice. “I mean you don't need to tell me I am just an employee, you can easily replace me any time you want,” I said, realizing how replaceable I am for him which made me kind of sad. “Don't you ever dare to say that again, I am not some type of angry self-centered boss who will just go around and command people. Of course, I am going to tell you everything, I want you to look at me as a friend from work.” he said, sounding kind of hurt by what I said. “I am so sorry, sometimes I say really stupid things.” I said, wanting to apologize for hurting him. “It's okay I made a big deal out of it. Oh, here we are, this is my favorite place in town.” he opened the doors for me to walk in. This place is so beautiful, it has such a nice aesthetic, everything is beige and brown it's so cozy. I can see why he likes it so much.

The waiter approached us, walking us to a free table. We sat down and ordered some coffee to start. “This place is so charming, reminds me of some modern apartment,” I commented, amazed by his choice of places like this. “I know that's why I like it so much, makes me feel like I am alone at home.” he said,  being so proud of himself for choosing such a place. “It takes little things to make me smile,” he said, trying to make me talk about myself. “Oh, I feel you on that one, yesterday one of my neighbor's kids brought me one singular flower because he thought I was pretty,” I remembered that moment and how happy it made me. “Well that boy is not far from the truth, you truly are pretty and amazing, you are pretty amazing,” he complimented, making me smile. It's nice to hear such a compliment from someone who is that pretty. “Thank you so much, you are pretty amazing too, I admire your work and your songs, you inspired me since high school.” I said, watching him blush as he hears everything I say. “Oh, don't make me blush this hard we are in public,” he said giggling. “Why not show the world who you are,” as I said that the waiter came to take our orders, and both of us ordered a salad. We were soon done with the lunch, walking back to his office. While we were walking, he took pictures with some fans and talked with them for a bit. I found it sweet how much love there is from both him and his fans, it's like they live together. Some of them asked who I am, and he immediately and very proudly told them that I am his new assistant. Soon we were back in front of a big glass building saying our goodbyes and talking about tomorrow. “You know I haven't forgotten your question about who is San Choi actually, and I hope you will help me figure that out till then see you at work,” he said, wanting to sound both romantic and mysterious. He succeeded in being very mysterious and kind of romantic. But I still don't understand why is he like that to me, I am not that special, maybe he sees something more in me.

We both slowly walked away, he went back to his office and I went back home, still thinking about everything he said today. Before I went to bed, I did some work and prepared everything for tomorrow. As I was about to go to sleep I got a message, it was from none other than San. “Good night friend from work,” it made me smile at how sweet he is, I wrote good night back and fell asleep. In the morning, I was exhausted since I needed to wake up early to get ready and pick up coffee for San. As I was dressed, I went out to find the nearest coffee shop, so I can buy coffee for the two of us. When I found one, I went in rushing even though I had plenty of time. I started ordering, but the guy that was taking my order said that their coffee machine is broken. At that point, I was scared that I will be late or come to work without his coffee, so I went home and made some coffee at home. I poured it into some big unicorn thermoses, hoping that San likes unicorns. I packed everything and went running out, calling a taxi, so I would get there faster. I told the taxi driver that I am in a rush, and he immediately started driving as fast as possible. Soon I was in front of the Choi management, luckily San wasn't there yet. After what felt like an hour but was five minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned around, and there he was with some tall guy that I have never seen before. “ Good morning Y/N this is Jihoon, my bodyguard, he will be with us often, so you might want to get to know each other,” I shook hands with Jihoon smiling, he smiled too, but he was still very intimidating. “Nice to know that someone will keep you safe, here is your coffee I am sorry about the thermos they didn't have the coffee you love, so I made it at home.” I explained since you don't get coffee in unicorn thermos that often. He just smiled. “It's no big deal, these unicorns made my day,” he said, letting me know it was fine and that he is not mad. I felt a thousand times lighter, I was so worried about him being mad. “Let's go, it's time to start some work today, right?” he said, opening the doors. We went in, Irene greeted us, and we went into the elevator. Soon we were in his office, he was finishing some work on his laptop while I was making a schedule for this and next week. After a few hours, I was done with everything I had to do, and it was time to go pick up lunch for us. “I am going to go pick up lunch, do you have any special thing you want?” I asked just in case he wanted something special. “Whatever you have I will too,” I just nodded my head going out of the office. I also asked Irene if she wanted anything, and she just said whatever you find. I went to the restaurant we ate yesterday and ordered three salads with a side of baby carrots and hummus.

After they were ready, I went back, gave Irene her lunch, and then went back to the office to eat lunch with San while both of us finished some more work. “Thank you so much for this lunch, I was really in the mood for some carrots and hummus.” he said, satisfied while closing his laptop. “You are welcome, I finished your schedule for this, and next week I just need to finish a few things and I will send them tonight,” I said being so proud of myself for finishing all the work for today. “I just want the schedule for this week, I like to get surprised on Sunday when I see what's for that week,” he said, packing his stuff. We stood up and went to the elevators going down, saying goodbye to Irene and leaving the building. “Well, see you tomorrow, first here then at the studio.” he hugged me, making me feel so small since he was taller. “Goodbye, San, have a nice night,” I said, slowly pulling away from the hug going away. I went on a long walk, just feeling so happy about this new job. As I was near the river, I got a call from Soyeon. She just asked how is the job, and we talked for like an hour. When I was in front of my apartment we finished the call, I went in and unpacked my things, and that's when I realized my thermos wasn't there. I guess I just left mine at the office. I drank some juice and then went to the bathroom to finish everything. While I was showering my shower playlist was playing but in the middle of my shower music got silent for a second which meant I got a text. I just assumed it wasn't that important, so I just continued my shower. When I was done I checked my phone and saw it was a message from San, at that moment I regretted not looking at my phone when I got the message. But as I entered the chat, I started laughing. It was a picture of my thermos filled with water with the caption “Guess I stole this from you, so now it's mine sorry not sorry” he likes making me laugh and smile. “It's all yours now to make you smile every day,” I wrote back. I got into my bed, checking his schedule once more and putting it in unicorn theme, trying to be as funny as him. I just sent it to him, and not long after that I got another text from him saying that from now on every schedule needs to be in some funny theme. I agreed with him and sent a good night text. After almost an hour of me just rolling around the bed, I turned my computer on and opened Netflix, trying to find something to watch before bed. After a very long search, I played some trashy show I never watched, and as soon as it was on I fell asleep. 

My alarm started blasting. I hate waking up this early, but as soon as I was out of bed, remembering that I have the best job on this earth, I was okay. Since San stole my thermos today, I decided to buy tea, not coffee. I went to the café that was two streets away from my apartment. I ordered some tea, soon as it was done I paid for it and headed to the office. Irene told me that San was already up in the office, I just thanked her and went up. “Morning San here is your tea since you stole my thermos, and I am not such a cruel person to buy coffee you don’t like,” I said slightly laughing the same as him. “I am sorry okay didn't mean to do it but since I did the crime is done and the unicorn thermos is now mine,” he said laughing taking his tea. We were both working on our laptops for two hours, and then it was time to go to the studio. I packed all my stuff, but he was still really focused on his laptop, “I will wait for you down in the lobby” he just nodded his head, eyes glued to whatever was on his screen. I went down, chatting with Irene, just killing time till he comes down.

San's POV

Damn, everything she says is so perfect. Even the most simple things from her mouth sound like honey dripping from her lips and going right into my ears. When we first met in that restaurant, I knew there was something about her that will make me fall in love with her. When I asked her what love is I thought she will just say an emotion but what she said surprised me. I knew she was a special one-of-a-kind one, but I never knew she was that perfect. She probably doesn't even know how perfect she is. I noticed when she started packing, I knew very well that it was time to go to the studio, but I was so focused on the screen because I was looking at her Instagram page and I had my word tab open just in case I get an inspiration. Well, little did I know she will inspire me to start writing something. Of course, I will show it to Hongjoong and the rest of the crew as soon as she leaves to get lunch for us. As I realized it was 30 minutes since she left, I packed everything and went down. There she was standing by the counter just talking with Irene, looking perfect without any effort. Irene noticed me, but I motioned her to not say anything, I wanted to admire Y/N's beauty. After a couple of minutes just standing there, I went to them. Y/N and I walked out of the building and entered my car. Jihoon was in the backseat, I know what a joke such a man sitting in the back like a toddler. But I wanted to be close to Y/N as much as possible. The radio was playing, and she was having a tiny dance party in her seat, but I decided to turn the volume up and join her. I mean, it must be a lot of fun, she looks like she is enjoying it. I started singing at the top of my lungs she just looked at me smiling so much, I can see that she enjoys this job as much as I enjoy her company.

Y/N's POV 

He is having the time of his life, singing and driving. I truly enjoy this as much as he does, sadly as we were having so much fun we were right in front of the studio. Jihoon opened his door first, then San opened the door for me. “What a gentleman, thank you, San,” I said, watching him smile like he just won a Grammy. “Everything for my assistant,” he said while giving me my stuff. We entered the studio, and everyone was already there, since we were about an hour late. He excused us, and everyone was fine with that. I sat on the couch while all of them were working on songs and new singles. I was working on my laptop for a while then I went to buy lunch for everyone, San insisted that I pay with his card. At first, I was stubborn and didn't want to take it, but he insisted, even Hongjoong told me that he won't give up. I went out walking around with Jihoon, chatting and trying to find someplace to buy food. “You know he likes you, right?” Jihoon said, looking down at me. “That is a nice joke you like to stand up.” I said laughing, obviously not believing what Jihoon said, I mean he is Choi San I am just his assistant, not the prettiest person that walked this earth. “Y/N, I am only joking when I am drunk, and I can tell you I don't have a single drop of alcohol in my blood. He never does things like this you know singing at the top of his lungs while driving, I mean he doesn't even like driving his car” Jihoon said trying to convince me that what he said it's true. “Jihoon, you know him better than I do, but people like to do some things sometimes maybe today was one of those days for San,” I said ignoring everything Jihoon said, I just simply can't believe that someone like San can like me. “Y/N, he texts you goodnight every night, yesterday he purposely stole your thermos he tells me everything. Remember when you two were at dinner just meeting each other he told me everything about you, every night while I am driving him home he just talks about you” he said, and now I don’t even know what to say, but luckily I found a place to buy food. I ordered everything they told me to. Then we started walking back to the studio, “You know Jihoon it's hard for me to believe you, just because he is San Choi, and I am me”  I told him admitting everything I was thinking about. “It is okay, just give him time, I believe he will tell you all of this very soon, I know,” he told me as we were entering the studio. I gave everyone their food, we ate, then worked some more. At about 8 pm, San thanked everyone, and we went out to his car. “I will drop you off just tell me your address,” San said, but I can't let him do that, I am not ashamed about where I live, but he is still my boss. “You don't need to, just drop me off at the office, I will walk home,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact with him. “It's pretty late and there are creeps everywhere I will drop you off just tell me your address,” he said sounding like he is my dad, not my boss. “Okay, I will put my address in GPS,” I said, writing my address in. Soon we were on the way to my apartment. I looked at Jihoon in the rearview mirror, and he was looking at me with I told you so look, and I truly hated that he was right about everything he told me today. Soon we were in front of my building, I took my stuff and said goodbye to them.

As I was trying to find my keys, I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and of course, it was San, who would it be. “I….. I…..just wanted to say good night and see you tomorrow” he said nervously like I am the celebrity here and not him. “Good night to you too see you tomorrow.” I said, turning around and slowly entering my building. “I love you” he whispered as the doors were closing, probably thinking I didn't hear it. But was he wrong about that, I heard everything, and it made me feel butterflies in my tummy.  When I entered my apartment, I texted Jihoon telling him that he was right and for sure wasn't joking. Of course, he answered with I told you calling me dumb in seven different languages. After my shower, I just laid in bed thinking about everything, but soon I fell asleep trying not to think about it anymore. In the morning, I was awake an hour before my alarm rang, thinking about the dream I had last night. It was about San, it's been a long time since I had a dream like this one. To be exact, I stopped having dreams like this since my freshman year of college. We all know what kind of dream it was, the one dream you only tell your closest friend and nobody else. I can tell that today will be extremely hard since we have a whole day in the office, just two of us. But I needed to get ready and go there, like it or not. I again bought a tee for us and went to the office.

We didn't talk too much. I mean I know why I am not talking but what's up with him, he didn't even tell a single joke since I came. It's like he also has something he is ashamed of, like he had something to hide. I will not think about it that much. I strictly focused on the work as nothing else existed. For some reason, both of us stayed in for lunch break. I mean I packed fruit salad for me and him, I ate mine, but he was still untouched on his table. Maybe today he is not willing to eat fruit, I don't know. “Do you want anything else, you don't need to eat the fruit salad, I just thought to make it for both of us.” I said, trying to get him to tell me something, just anything. “No, no the salad is just fine, I am just not that hungry right now. I will eat it later I promise.” he said, giving me the simplest answer, he wasn't in the mood for talking. I understood that.

I worked some more, when all of a sudden he sat on the chair on the opposite side of mine. “I want to take you to dinner tonight you know, consider it a business dinner.” he said, looking me right in the eyes, trying to find his answer in them. “Okay fine, I will just need time to get ready,” I said all nervous, I mean more alone time with him would be just perfect but still, I am nervous about it. “Fine pack your things I will drive you to your place, so you can get ready,” he said already helping me to pack everything. He just closed his laptop, and we were on our way to his car. Jihoon was with us of course, I mean San is still famous. Soon I was in my apartment standing over a pile of clothes, not knowing what should I wear. When I get a text from Jihoon, he told me that he knows what was going on and that I should wear a black dress or something like that. Wow, San tells him everything. He helped me with this because I had just the dress for this. A silky, black, knee-length dress is truly a perfect thing for an event like this. I was ready waiting for a message or something from San, suddenly I heard a horn in front of my building it was him. He was standing there in a beautiful black suit, looking like a piece of art from a museum. I went down as I opened the door, he looked at me up and down, admiring me and my dress. He put his hand out for me “Shall we, my lady” he asked smiling so big. I nodded my head, entering his car. Soon we were in front of a fancy-looking restaurant. We went in he was holding my hand, I know a little strange for a business dinner but fine I don't have anything against it. The waiter took us to our table where we ordered first some wine, of course, he was choosing to call himself a wine expert. I just laughed at the name he gave himself.

“So, what do you think about your new job? I mean probably too soon to ask, but I would like to change the things you don't like.” he said looking interested in what will I say, he truly likes to take care of everything. “I like it, it's so fun, I mean a lot of people don't find their job fun, but I do have a lot of fun working with you. But there is something I would like to change if possible,” of course I hesitated, maybe he will be hurt, but I need my own office and I know for a fact that there is free space in the building for that. “What is it, something about me, was someone rude to you, I will fire that person whoever it is.” he was extremely worried about it, I knew this was coming, but I really require my own space, and probably he requires it too. “No, no everyone is so nice to me believe me you have the nicest employees ever, but I wanted to ask you for my own office, both of us need a little bit of privacy.” I said, but he was sad about it, like I said I don't want to work for him anymore.

As he was about to say something the waiter interrupted us, he needed to take our orders, but he was soon gone. “I understand that, but I just want to know is it because of me, did I make you uncomfortable?” he was so worried like he cared about me and my feelings. “San, you never made me uncomfortable, I just think that both of us need to have some sort of real boss-employee relationship, right now it is not really like that. I didn't say this to sound mean or ungrateful.” I said still worried about what he thinks about this. “No, you don't sound mean Miss Y/L/N I understand tomorrow I will make sure you have your office on the same floor is that fine with you Miss Y/L/N,” he said really cold but also very hurt, but he wasn't the only one that was hurt now. It's not about that he called me Miss Y/L/N, but he was cold and kind of rude for the first time since I met him. I was on the verge of tears, I am not this emotional, but this slapped me across the face. “Yes, it is fine with me Mr. Choi,” I said trying to sound as normal as possible since my eyes were full of tears by now. But he also looked so hurt when I said Mr. Choi he looks like he truly regrets being this cold to me. I just excused myself and I ran to the bathroom, my tears were running down my face, this truly and deeply hurt me. Soon I calmed myself and fixed my makeup and went back to the table. Our food was there, well, I took my time in the bathroom. “Everything alright Miss Y/L/N?” he asked professionally “Just fine Mr. Choi,” I said low, just trying to not cry again. I sat down, and we ate, I took only three bites since I really couldn't eat after everything, I mean I cried like five minutes ago. On the other side, he was having a feast, enjoying every bite of his pasta. We both paid, since he wants to have a boss-employee relationship. We were out of the restaurant and I slowly started walking just thinking about how to get home, I mean it was dark, and I am dressed like I was at some party. I don't want to end up with people saying that I asked for it. I was still in the same street walking slowly, I just wasn't in the mood to rush home. “Hey just because we have some different rules now doesn't mean I will not drop you off home, I am not a cruel animal to do that you know that Miss Y/L/N” he yelled from his car slowly driving next to me. I looked up at him, eyes full of pain, tears rolling down my cheeks, I was not able to get a single word out of my mouth. When he saw me he turned off his car, getting out of it as fast as possible, it took him only two steps to come to me. He hugged me holding me so tight, that was my breaking point, I hurt him and myself just because of a stupid thing I thought I needed. I was crying, and he was just holding me in his arms so strongly like he is about to lose me. We needed to go into his car since fans and paparazzi were yelling taking pictures of us. We were in the backseat, and Jihoon was driving. “Everything is ok Y/N I am so sorry for being so rude and cold, I never wanted to make you feel like this I am so sorry.” he whispered into the hair that was covering my ear. I just looked at him, trying to get some words out of my mouth, but nothing was coming out. He just told me to relax and that everything was alright. When we were in front of my building, he didn't let me go. He carried me to my apartment, not wanting to let me down for a second. When we were in my apartment he let me down on my bed “I am fine now Mr. Choi, you don't need to stay with me” I said assuring him that I was truly fine. “Foremost San I don't ever want you to call me that, second this was a really hard night for both of us I will stay with you, I will sleep on the sofa,” he said looking at me with his loving eyes. “Okay, San, I will find something for you to wear and some pillows and blankets,” I said, going out of the room to find everything. He went into the bathroom to shower, and while he was showering, I prepared everything.

Soon he was out of the shower with just his underwear on. It was pretty hard to not just stare at him. “Here is everything you need, I just don't have anything for you to wear except my shirts, but they probably do not fit you,” I said, trying to keep eye contact with him. “It's okay, I don't mind sleeping like this, thank you so much,” he said laying down on the sofa trying to get comfortable. I went to shower too, as I was done I went into my room laying on the bed having trouble falling asleep again for the millionth time. I decided to go to San and baldly ask him to come and sleep with me. At this point, I couldn't care less, he was already in my living room in underwear. “San can you come to sleep in my room I can't sleep,” I said low just looking at him, he was also fully awake, there was something in the air that was keeping us awake. “Yeah, sure, I also can't sleep,” he said getting up, taking the pillow and blanket. We both lay in the bed, at first on opposite sides, but soon he brought me to him, hugging me. I felt so safe and peaceful. Soon we were both asleep.

San's POV

She is finally in my arms, her hair is soft and smells like cherries and her body is so tiny. I can't believe this is what's happening right now. After I made her cry and let her feel guilty for hurting both of us, this is exactly what I needed to do. Hug her, fall asleep with her, and make her feel safe and loved. While I was on the sofa I was thinking about her wanting her own office and I mean she is right both of us need some private space, before her, I was always in my office alone, Irene would come from time to time, but that's it. I did everything in that office I was there happy, sad, drunk, sober, even horny, and at some point. I miss that, but also she makes me feel good when she is there with me, I feel less lonely. I always felt lonely even though there are a lot of people around, nobody made me feel less lonely like she did. She truly made me feel like I have somebody besides Jihoon. But also the other day it was truly awkward both of us were silent, I know why I was. That morning while I was just lying in my bed I thought about her in a way I never should have, but let's just say not long after that thought I needed new sheets for my bed. I still can't help but wonder what made her that silent, for sure it wasn’t even close to what made me silent. Anyway, I need to stop thinking and sleep I still have work tomorrow, or maybe we don’t need to go to work tomorrow we can stay in or have a day for ourselves. Enough San time to sleep, not to make things awkward because of your thoughts. That stupid alarm is still ringing, I thought as my head was buried in the pillow. I just hate mornings, they are the absolute worst part of the day. I want to get up and get stuff done, but my brain just wants to rest all day. Suddenly the alarm stopped, that's new who is in my apartment this early. And then it hit me I am in her bed, covered by her blanket still laying on her pillow. I slowly lifted my head, seeing her just sitting on the edge of the bed, probably trying to wake herself up.

Y/N's POV

I was just sitting on the edge of the bed trying to wake up, I would like to just lay down again and spend my whole day laying and cuddling with him. Last night was one of the best nights ever. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up still in his arms. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I am again laying in bed and not sitting. Just as I wanted to get up again and start getting ready I felt his arms around my body slowly bringing me closer to him. “Good morning sunshine” he whispered in my ear, his morning voice so deep and husky like music to my ears. “Good morning to you too San, thank you for staying last night, it made me feel better” As those words were out of my mouth he pressed me closer to him. The only things that were separating us now were his boxers and my pajamas. That's the moment I was so scared of, being so close to him made me remember every sinful dream I had about him. But it seemed like I wasn't the only one with sinful dreams and thoughts. His morning wood was getting harder every second. Even though I thought of him in this way, this was scary but also so good. “You know we can just spend this day together with no work just me and you wherever you want” he was still whispering, and for a second I thought about it but no I can't do this not now not today. “San we have work to do, and you have meetings today and I can't cancel them now” I tried my best to ignore his dick pressing on my ass it was almost impossible. Even though I tried my best to stay calm, someone was excited to be this close to him. I hate when my brain can't control the sudden wetness in my underwear. “You can't cancel them, but I will make sure to cancel them and make today all about you” he was stubborn about his decision to stay with me all day. “We need to go,” I said, escaping his arms and going to the bathroom. I heard him groan behind me, which made my legs weak, and I almost fell. I went into the shower, just letting the water relax all the tension in my body. I wasn't sure what to do, so many thoughts were running through my head. I mean he is my boss, and I am his assistant, but on the other hand, even though I wasn't working for him for so long we succeeded to make a really strong bond with each other. It was almost like I knew him and he knew me since day one.

My endless thoughts were interrupted by his gorgeous singing from the kitchen. I quickly finished my shower and put on my bathrobe with only panties underneath. As soon as I entered the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee filled my nose, which woke me up. One thing that made me even more awake, was the sight of San in just his boxers, his back muscles were moving so slowly yet firmly. It wasn't just the way he looks that made him this attractive, there is something much more, every time he enters a room all the attention is drawn to him, no matter male or female. 

I slowly approached him from behind, trying to stay as far away, so I don't touch him, but as close, so I can smell his washed-off perfume. “So have you decided are we staying together and spend a day together, or you do want to work,” he asked mocking the way I told him we have to work. For a moment I got lost in his eyes, those two caramel browns were so mesmerizing and relaxing to look at. “Princess we don't have a whole day you need to decide faster, it's not so complicated do you want to sit in the office all day and look through thousands of boring papers or do you want to spend a day with me. If I were you I would choose the second option sounds more fun and entertaining” he said sounding a little arrogant, I mean he isn't wrong, but he doesn't need to flatter himself so much. “San you are very well aware of the fact that we can't just be friends we are coworkers, and it doesn't look professional for both of us to be this close” These words left my mouth, but my thoughts were very different, I wanted to spend a day with him, I wanted to be friends, even more, hell I wanted him fuck me till I forget who I am and where I live. It just felt safer to sound responsible and then see where he goes, than just jump in his arms and show him how much I want us together. “Oh sweet innocent Y/N doesn't act all squeaky clean, both of us know that you have thought of me in a very filthy way. I know exactly why I didn't give you your own office. Thought you would figure it out by now, but I guess that's not the case” he said slowly his voice so low, moving towards me and pushing me against the counter, my cheeks were burning at this point my panties soaked in my arousal, my nipples got hard in a matter of time. I barely contained myself from taking off my robe and his boxers and giving him and me what we both desired. “ I…… San this doesn't feel right, we work,” my sentence was interrupted by his soft plump lips kissing me. As soon as I felt his lips on mine, my brain went off, I couldn't think straight, the only thing on my mind was telling him everything I want him to do to me. He slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss and looking at me with soft eyes.  “Look at you, for someone who doesn't want this so bad, you are one needy baby. I like it, you are stubborn but greedy for the things you love and need.” he chuckled, making me even hornier, if that was even possible. His hands slowly separated my robe, ghosting over my inner thighs. He started rubbing me over my panties, just acknowledging how wet I am. “So wet but nothing happened yet, do I turn you on this much or is it some crazy fantasy about me that you created while in the shower.” I couldn't answer, my mind too foggy to create a thought. The only things that left my mouth were silent moans and whines. As he started rubbing faster, I couldn't contain myself, I started grinding on his fingers. “Ah, ah, sweetheart, you are not going to get everything you want easily, you ignored me this morning and put work in the first place now it's my time to get revenge. First, we will drink this coffee, and then we are going to order some food for my apartment, I will call Jihoon he will drive us there and then maybe just maybe you will get the pleasure you want or should I say need.” After those words left his mouth I took my cup of coffee as fast as possible, I drank it all in a few minutes not wanting to look too needy. He just smiled lightly at the effect he had on me, but he was powerful I can't deny it, if he told me to get on my knees right this second I would without any second thoughts.

On the way to his apartment, the car was silent. Only music and Jihoon’s hums were heard. Both of you in the backseat squished together like there wasn't enough room. His hand was on your thigh, inching closer every second. When he got too close to your pussy, you just glared up at him, trying to get him to stop. Having someone watch did sound arousing, but you didn't want that someone to be Jihoon. You appreciate the man too much to do something like that in front of him. Soon enough, you were in front of a tall building that looked very luxurious. As soon as the car stopped, you were running to the building's entrance, with San right behind you. “Slow down, doll. You don't even know where to go,” his reminder made you realize that you may seem too desperate. But that wasn't far from the truth, ever since his fingers left your pussy, you craved him even more. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, his lips were on yours, one of his arms holding your leg up. He ground his dick on your pussy, making you even wetter.

When the elevator hit the floor of San's apartment, it opened with a little ding, signaling that you arrived. One thing you didn't know was that San lived in a penthouse, so the elevator is literally in his apartment. He pushed you inside the apartment as he continued to kiss you. The food he ordered was on the table, and it smelled delicious, but it wasn't your or his priority right now. He brought you to his room, pushing you on the bed. While he was taking off his clothes, you started taking off yours. And there you were, both naked, just admiring each other like you were pieces of art. “I knew you are hot, but damn princess. You naked, that is a piece of art right there,” he commented while kneeling in front of the bed. He pulled you by your legs to the edge of the bed, first, he licked your pussy, and then he started sucking on your clit. This action made you throw your head back with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Taking the chance while you were distracted with the pleasure, he pushed two of his fingers inside your pussy. While his other hand squeezed your boob, pinching your nipple. This surprised you in the best way possible, you started moaning his name over and over again. “That's right doll. Show everyone who is fucking you this good,” his fingers fastened their pace while hitting your G-spot just right. When he felt your walls contracting around his fingers, he immediately pulled out. Stealing one precious orgasm from you. You pouted at him, but he didn't say anything, he just pushed his dick inside you. Continuing with the brutal pace that he set with his fingers. He was huge, to say the least, every time he pushed inside it felt like he was in your stomach. Shaking, you looked down, seeing a tiny bulge pop out every time he pushed inside. Moaning, you took his hand, putting it on your lower belly for him to feel the effect he had on you. Confused, he looked down, and then it was time for him to roll his eyes. “My precious little princess is so tiny. I can't even fit inside your pussy without it showing,” all this felt like too much. You felt your orgasm nearing, which also San felt. He started slamming inside of you even faster than before, trying to get you both to your orgasm. “Come on doll, cum with me, milk me dry.” and that's when you let go of that pressure in your lower belly. The orgasm was so strong that it made you black out for a minute. You couldn't see anything, only feeling San's heavy body falling on top of you and his kisses on your forehead. When you came back to your senses, that's when you felt the wetness beneath you, but you didn't question it too much. However, the embarrassment hit you when San stood up, his whole stomach was covered with some liquid. “You are full of surprises, princess. Never pegged you for a squirter, but I'm not complaining,” he commented, while slowly pulling out. He went away for a second, probably to the bathroom. You climbed up his bed, just laying there. And that's when the realization hit you. You just had sex with your boss, and slowly panic started to rise inside you. You wanted to run, but your body was frozen in place. That's when San came back into the room with a damp towel and a bottle of water. He cleaned you up carefully, then he sat down beside you, opening the bottle. He probably saw panic written all over your face. “Princess, I know what you are thinking right now. And I need you to stop. You will not get fired, as your boss can a hundred percent guarantee that. The only thing that will happen now is that you will be promoted to my girlfriend, if you agree of course.” he whispered softly while stroking your hair. His words gave you peace of mind, although I hope to do well in my new position,” you said, smiling, which made him smile and give you a soft kiss.

[sinnohsiblings]

Response to (this) from @singularity-and-co Hearing his annoyance she gave Singularity a sympathetic look, "I don't know how your father expects you three to be able to truly enjoy or care about your world if he doesn't let you experience all it has to offer. I mean...What was the point in creating a world if it wasn't meant to be a home all of you can enjoy. Is it an ego thing??" She said making an awkward gesture with her hands like she was trying to weigh out the possible foolish thoughts. "No wonder Epoch has issues, I can only fathom what your father did to him seeing what he did to you. Stars, if enjoying someone's company or dating is breaking a rule your father is the king of control freaks." When he complimented her bands she smiled, "See I agree! I would make pink look so good! Calama says he can't see the appeal of pink, but I think his eyes are failing him." She said starting to laugh. "And I only think my relationship with my brother and sister is as strong as it is because my parents went out of their way to instill in us that we were a team, we were meant to help each other and needed to respect each other. I mean yeah we still squabble on and off, families can disagree. But it's honestly disturbing how many creation gods are convinced to be indifferent or turn on their counterparts. How does anything get done?" She paused noticing his expression change and she turned around to look behind her, though she saw nothing she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Hopefully, it was just some nosy mortal who knew better than to interrupt. When he mentioned gardening being hard she perked up, "it gets easier once you know what you are doing. It's very difficult for some plants to thrive in the void given the fluctuating nature of it. Roses do absolutely terrible in it, But dandelion weeds seem to thrive, but those things grow through concrete so that's not the best example." She mused scratching her chin. When he complimented her appearance she blushed and instead of being coy about his flirty nature like she had been she leaned a bit closer to him over the table, "I like how forward and genuine you are with it." However as she listened to Singularity speak of his siblings she frowned, his father really had gone out of his way to make them hate each other, didn't he? She was going to comment on it but when Galaxis spawned and started to heckle his brother Galadriel pulled away from Sing and sat quietly watching. And while the Palkia probably wouldn't smell or taste the air, any Giratina could taste and smell exactly how she felt about his behavior...

Maybe disliked was an understatement...no...she HATED that. The fact that the second Singularity had a moment of peace to enjoy himself his sibling would be so selfish as to try and intentionally embarrass him and derail everything. It made the tendrils under Galadriels skin writhe as her anger boiled over, luckily she was clothed or someone would have noticed the snake-like tendrils slithering under her skin, breaking the clear illusion of a human woman. Thats when she paused enough to survey the situation. Lashing out would only ruin everyone's time but tasting the air and smelling the energy coming off the Palkia she knew exactly how to make him leave without a fight. And with her plan made she did not hesitate to execute it. She slammed her hands on the table and stood up to make a show.

Galadriel walked over and firmly tossed the chair Galaxis summoned to the side, "Besides the chairs your darling brother provided are much more comfortable and fitting to the night's theme than this silly old thing~ You wouldn't want to stick out or appear like an unwanted guest right~" She said with a sweet smile but malicious intent in her eyes. She placed one hand on Galaxis's shoulder blade, her claw-like nails pressed firmly against the fabric of his suit but not hard enough to do anything but give a firm example of the anger brewing under her skin as she gently guided him to the other side of the table, her other hand having left grooves and scars in the wood of the discarded chair from her not holding back her strength on the object. "Go on~ sit and join us, I wasn't made aware it was in your world's customs that family joins something as intimate as a first date. Something like that is seen as disrespectful where I am from, so forgive me for assuming we were only to enjoy one another in such a private setting. Had I known the difference I would have brought my darling big sister to entertain you, lord Galaxis." She said with a fake sigh of disappointment, making it very clear she was putting on an act and not hiding the fact she was. "But don't fret! I already know the best place to plant myself!" With that, she walked over to Singularity and...

"Your brother was being such enjoyable company I thought I may reward him with a token of my affection. Hopefully, that won't be a problem. After all, eventually, people dating will kiss the other~" She purred as she made herself comfortable. Again her face held such a sweet smile, as she leaned against Singularity.

[aonungyoufuck]

hi! i hope my request will be okay to you rules but im thirst for smth like this ;

y/n is sully, and mated with aonung (aged up obv)

so in the first part they do yfkyn (smut) and in the second part y/n is pregnant and all alone in the shore bc everyone went to fight with sky people. the birth started but there is so much complication so she end so messed up with so much blood coming out from her v and half conscious. when aonung come back he found her and first he loose his mind he was so scared but then he take her to ronal who need to do all the things like sew her and everything - her condition was tragic.

firstly im so sorry for my english (it is not my first language so yeah) but i decided to write because i see that youre aonung specialist 😂❤️

Ma Baby Ma Baby

Warnings: Obv birth, Some tear kinda gore? Graphic for sure.

Ao'nung (22) Reader (21)

Thank you for the request Anon! Sorry it took me a while since i dont typically write Smut i tried making it up with it some more with the rest of the story (Also i was lowkey coughing up my lungs so excuse my tardiness i hope this was okay!)

Finally. was all you can think about as you felt the stinging pain of the tattoo now being painted over your skin. Sure You dint really need to do this Given your darker complexion and the fact that well you weren't really metkayina well... But that didn't matter. You had stated this is what you wanted for you. For him.

"Almost done don't worry"

Truth be told this was only one Tattoo of many you were sure to have. One of your spirit sister, No doubt later came the mate tattoo.

Just the thought sent shivers down your spine. You had never thought this would happen. That you would be Mated to Ao'nung. Truly no you didn't see this coming.

Had you told yourself when you arrived and hated the poor man's guts. Well You'd probably ask you to drown. However now it was different. He had changed along side you.

"How gorgeous you are"

"Oh stop that i just came to show you" You said slapping his hand off of your hip. No doubt some time later you'd see your spirit sister with one too.

"And yet you take my breath away anytime i see you"

"Oh hush. Do you like it or not?" You asked moving your loincloth just a little bit more to show him fully the full thing.

Feeling his hand stroke your inner thigh and beginning to whisper in your ear. "I do"

"Stop that" You spoke slapping his hand feeling the other now rest on your back and pull you into him.

Now you were not much shorter than him. Not by a lot but right now you felt so utterly small, and in a good way too. Feeling him rub against you, the loincloth now rubbing right above your own.

"Ao'nung stop we cant stop once we start"

"Who said i want to stop" He whispered again now pushing you two down at full force. Him atop you feeling you and you in turn him.

It honestly felt like a bunch of little things were crawling on you with the excitement that you felt.

You two never done anything more than hug or kiss. Never taking it too far. You two knew better than doing anything before mating. But maybe it was time to try something new.

"Ao'nung seriously! Your mother and my father will kill us if we do anything right now"

"Its a good thing your worth it then" He spoke. Kissing your neck and lowering dangerously. Feeling his hand messing with your top.

Jake was a very strict father, It was a blessing he even gave Ao'nung the blessing of courting you. But if this went on any more you were sure you'd lose your mate before he even officially became your mate.

You may as well go out together, you thought now pulling him closer to you. You were thankful that right now it was well past eclipse and no doubt everyone was asleep. So if anyone were to see anything, well it was really their fault.

"It seems even you want this my love"

"Oh shut up"

Almost like messy teens trying to get something from each other. You two messed around with the knot of each other's loincloth. before Finally being expose to one another.

You couldn't help but avade looking at him. Before he placed a hand on your cheek making you turn to him. "Look at me my dear"

Taking in a gulp the air now thick with a tension you had only ever heard of. Looking at him fully. His tattoo on his shoulder wrapping around to his back and little over his peck.

"No need to hide now, dont you think"

You smiled letting him feel you. And you in turn touching him.

"May i ?" He asked looking down to your core. If you weren't high on the emotions you were sure you would have slapped him away to not look. But right now you didn't care.

You chuckled now going to sit at his lap. You wetting him and him in turn causing a friction you so desperately wanted right now. Kissing him. So desperate and yet so gentle.

Both your breathes becoming labored as you smelled each other. Kissing his head and then his collarbone before looking into his eyes.

"Take me as you see me"

He took in a gulp. Feeling you. Seeing you and tasting you. It was all he ever had dreamed of.

And with a prayer on his lips he guided himself to your core. The feeling engulfing you two as he bit your shoulder to hold back a growl that he had been holding.

Now exactly nine months later here you were standing and waiting for Ao'nung to return. Just like you had predicted Your parent's weren't pleased to know you two had laid with each other. Not that you had admitted to.

Actually you had a whole four months to prepare for your ceremonial bond. But Ronal wasn't stupid neither was your mother. Neytiri was talking to jake when the suspension came on. You had been eating too much and so she asked Tsahik to make sure of it.

Sure enough your parents. Especially Jake was beyond furious. And by default you two had your ceremony much sooner than expected.

Now To say Jake and Ronal were the only ones who were furious was an understatement. It really felt that Tonowari, Tuk and Tsireya were the only ones that were happy.

Bless Ao'nung for handling your family.

Unfortunately that short lived bliss of being mates was interrupted. Roa had been found dead with her calf. Now you all stood watching as your father told them to warn the Tulkun. You couldn't move. You weren't allowed.

You just waited watching as Lo'ak and Neteyam were now arguing.

It all happened in a flash. You were in the arms of Ao'nung, and then the next you were asking him to be safe in bringing your brother's back.

Taking yourself into your pod.

You prayed. The pit in your stomach now hurting as you felt your breath hitch. You still had a few months to go. But it felt painful suddenly.

"Eywa please please let this fear leave me" you begged. Hand on your stomach as you couldn't even hear the horns sound.

War didn't just hurt those to went to it. Soldiers bled but the innocent stay and suffer that pain.

The silence of the village was what alarmed you. You were completely alone. Perhaps the stress? The emptiness of it all but you felt your water break.

Panic seeped into your heart. It was far too early. Too dangerously early and you were alone. Nobody in sight. Without even thinking you let out a cry unbeknownst to you calling your Ikran 'Ana.

You didn't even know what to do. All you remembered was what little you had learned from Ronal and your mother. You thanked 'Ana for being ever so patient as you pulled at her face and held her there while you went into the water.

Let Gravity help

That's all you were told was your best of friends. And so you did. Feeling 'Ana Grumble and growl along side you. Perhaps too she was scared of what was happening.

You felt the sting. And then the shooting pain. You began to push on instinct too But that sharp burning pain didnt stop. Looking down at the water you saw red.

Blood. A lot of Blood

'help'

it was the only thing on your mind as you finally felt the relieve of the growing tension ease.

But that wasn't the end of it. Yours lungs ached and the bleeding was getting so much worse. Looking at 'Ana you looked at her finally.

"Please..get mom"

That's all you wanted letting her fly off. You looked down again. Placing your hand down to feel. An open wound. And the head of your babe poking out.

Screaming again as you began to push. Feeling yourself get lightheaded. You looked to the open sea. Cries. War. And you were all alone delivering your babe by yourself.

Begging, Silently praying to Eywa as you felt your legs shake.

Ao'nung along side Tsireya was now dragging back a wounded Neteyam. He made a promise to bring your brother's back. Jake Had told him to take him back to shore and that's what he did.

His people Some wounded and some not so much. Some being dragged. To the safety of his mother's healing pod.

And that's when he saw you. He was so sure he didn't let you anywhere NEAR the battle. He was so sure he didn't see you there. But there you were.

He was one of the very first few people back. And there you were laying on the shore. The water around you red.

"Ao'nung!" Tsireya yelled now taking Neteyam in her arms as she saw him run to you.

So much blood. So much blood. Dragging you he saw the cord that now left your legs and he began to search the water. Scared. Terribly scared, frightened to his core to think that something happened to you or the babe.

And then he brought the small thing up. Its movement now erratic before he let out a shrill cry. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to be so happy

But this babe was so so small. So terribly tiny. And you were bleeding.

"Go take her to the pod! Go" Tsireya yelled again struggling to drag ao'nung but noticing some people coming back.

Ao'nung didn't think he just picked you up and placed the babe in your arms as he took you to his mom's pod.

Now he was no healer. But his mom had taught him how to stop the bleeding So while she would take a while to get here He could do what was the best for the meantime.

Jake now stood in front of the pod where you were being taken care of along side Neteyam. He was both thankful and yet Furious with himself that he let this happen.

He looked at his son in law. his face a distant memory of when he let home tree fall. A loss and yet being so lost in thought.

"kid?"

He didnt respond possibly to shell shocked as he waited

"Hey it'll be alright okay?"

"Will she be alright?" He asked like a little kid. Looking at his family and then Tonowari both parents dealing with having to protect their kids.

Before he could speak. Ronal opened the veil of the pod looking at all of them and then her son. "she's alright"

"and Neteyam?"

"He's alright as well. Hasn't woken up yet but is stable. Come" She said stepping aside and letting them all in.

You kept looking at the ceiling. As you had been the entire time you were conscious. Ronal having to stitch you up and while painful it wasn't as traumatizing and enduring labor alone.

You saw Ao'nung and then your father. And that's when you began to cry. You had been so scared and you were terrified as Ronal had not said a word about your baby.

"Shh its okay. Its okay sweet girl" Your father said stroking your head as you couldn't help but cry.

Ao'nung holding your hand before he felt his mother tap him on the shoulder. A small bundle. Barely the size of a healthy babe in her arms.

"He is tiny. Premature. But he is healthy" She spoke watching as all your family now surrounded her and watched.

She was right. Such a tiny little thing.

Ao'nung smiled. Kissing your head as he just held you. "healthy my love healthy"

You couldn't help but laugh a little through your sobs as you felt ronal lay the small thing on your chest. Sure now came the path of having to care for such a premature babe. But you were just glad all that pain. All that panic was worth it. Because as you two stared at your little son. It made it all worth it.

"Welcome to the family little one" You heard Neteyam say next to you. and Oh Eywa. Was it the thing you wanted to hear after hearing your babe cry too.