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harlowtales · 2 months

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Jack finds the love of his life who has never been kissed…or anything else 😘

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18+ Adult Themes - Romance/Drama/Sex

“Jack stop.” You said, unsure where this was going. You had never kissed anyone let alone had sex. It was time to say something before things went too far. You were saving it for the right person…your husband, and a rapper was definitely not it. You shouldn’t even have taken his invitation to go to the movies but Jack seemed very sweet and down to earth. You figured there was no harm in a movie, but it was going too fast. His hands were starting to go places. You were in the back of an old theatre watching an Alfred Hitchcock movie as they were Jack’s favourite movies.

“Y/N what’s wrong? I thought we were feeling each other” Jack said confused as he sat back.

“Well right here…right now was my first kiss. Jack I…I’m a virgin.” There was no other way than to just tell him. Your palms were sweating and your heart was beating so loudly you thought the whole empty theatre could hear it.

“Say on god.” Jack said in shock

“Swear to god.” You said earnestly “I’m sorry. Can you take me home?”

“If I ruined everything I’m so sorry Y/N.” Jack apologized “I will absolutely take you home if that’s what you really want.”

“I feel so stupid. I usually know better than to waste the time of someone like you. I mean, you’re Jack Harlow. Of course you want to…well you know.” You said in embarrassment.

“Right here, I can tell you I would fucking marry you if I knew it wouldn’t scare the shit out of you.” Jack said in disbelief that he had found a 24 year old virgin. “If you let me be the first, I will be your only.”

“Jack please. I need to go.” All you wanted to do was escape this moment. You weren’t prepared for wanting to do it with him in that movie theatre and that scared you. Jack was incredibly handsome and charming. He was intelligent and funny, tall and distinguished. Everything you ever dreamed of in a man was all in him. You had to get away from him as soon as humanly possible.

You pulled up in front of your parent’s house and your dad instantly peeled the living room curtains back to make sure you didn’t hang out too long in Jack’s car. Jack had to actually introduced himself to your father and ask to take you out in the first place. He saw you with your family at an event his mother put on for charity and knew he had to shoot his shot. Your dad insisted on him coming to the house and properly introducing himself first. It felt like the 1950’s but he appreciated it. Now you being a virgin was all starting to make sense.

“Ughh. He’s literally going to stare at us until I’m in the door. You better walk me to the door or he’ll think you weren’t raised right.” You cautioned.

“Y/N it’s all fine.” Jack laughed “I ain’t going away so pops better get used to me.”

“What? You mean, this isn’t the end?” You said in surprise.

“Why would it be? Cuz I got bitches on speed dial?” Jack said characteristically raising an eyebrow. “If you let me be your first, you would be my only girl. Anything else I had going on would be done for me. Let me make it special for you Y/N.” Jack put a soft hand on your thigh.

You felt a heat rising in you that you never felt before. “Jack call me um…call me later. I have to go. He’s watching us. Open my car door, walk me to the door. Don’t hold my hand. Don’t kiss me on the cheek. Say goodnight to him and shake his hand. Got it?” You said giving Jack the cheat code to dealing with your strict parents.

After some weeks Jack kept calling and spending time with you whenever he could. He FaceTimed you from his European tour and it was no pressure. He never even mentioned sex. You started to think you not putting out had caused him to lose interest in you romantically and it was just turning into a friendship. Jack wanted you more and more, he just didn’t want to scare you away so he was being patient.

The tour was over and he was finally back home. He knew he had to ease you into thinking he was the right one to lose your virginity with. He decided to go to your house and approach your parents about dating you seriously. If that’s what it took that’s what he was willing to do.

Jack was sweating he was so nervous. Your parents came into the living room with just the clock ticking in the background.

“So Y/N tells me you want to date her.” Your dad said

“I know you’re strict. I want to respect that.” Jack said seriously. You were sitting across from him as sitting on the same couch would not have been deemed appropriate by your parents.

“Very protective.” Your mother chimed in “Why does someone in your line of work want to date my daughter?”

“My line of work? You mean a rapper?” Jack said with a tinge of sass. You shot him a look to chill.

“Yes. Entertainment is not for our girl.” Your dad said

“Well I would make sure she’s always with me and protected. I’m very protective as well. You can ask my family that I’m very close too.” Jack explained.

“She can date on a few conditions. She has to check in with us and no sex before marriage. Do you intend on marrying her or is she just one of your many girls?” Your mother asked embarrassing you.

Jack started turning red partly from embarrassment and partly from getting a bit upset. He was sure he would propose at some point or he would have left your house from this grilling by your parents.

“I know I have a reputation but I have intentions of marrying your daughter as soon as she’s ready.” Jack said. A lump formed in his throat. He wasn’t planning on saying that but it came out and he wasn’t sorry. The silence that followed was amplified by the ticking clock.

“Is anyone going to ask me what I want? Do I matter?” You said raising your voice. “I am 24 mom, dad, come on! I’m a grown woman! I’ve done everything you wanted my whole life. I want to date Jack…I will date Jack.”

“Y/N! Really? Hunny you see? He’s influenced her already!” Your father said to your mother like Jack wasn’t there.

“How rude! Jack is right here.” You said

“Y/N please your parents are right. Maybe I should go.” Jack said making s move to leave.

“I’m coming.” You said defiantly

“Walk out the door and don’t come back.” Your dad said.

“Oh fine with me.” You huffed.

“Y/N these are your parents. Please, listen to them.” Jack pleaded with you much to your parent’s surprise.

“Well Jack. Son. I’m impressed with you.” Your dad said “I approve, but talk some sense into her.”

“Will do sir. She’s safe with me.” Jack said assuredly

“What was that? I thought you were on my side?” You said haughtily as you left with Jack to go for a drive.

“I fucking got my hands full.” Jack murmured

“Excuse me?” You said like a spoiled brat.

“Listen princess let’s get one thing straight ok?” Jack said heading away from the park.

“Jack where are we going?” You asked concerned

“Shush for fuck sakes.” Jack said rolling his eyes with a slight giggle

You pulled into the parking of a building and headed into an elevator. When the doors opened to a sprawling condo you realized he had taken you to his penthouse apartment. “Get comfy cuz this is where you’ll probably wind up with your attitude. Geez I feel sorry for your parents. Hungry?”

“Ummm yes. Yes please Jack. Thank you.” You said instantly more polite.

“That’s better.” Jack said kissing you on the forehead. “I want this place to be your place but you have to behave.”

“Ok sir Jack sir!” You said saluting him and laughing.

“Oh yeah? You getting cheeky?” Jack said towering over you. You were like a magnet for him. He pulled you close into a passionate kiss. Your space ached like you had never felt. You longed to be his in every way.

“Y/N I can take you home if…” but you cut Jack off with another deep kiss to his amazement “Take me.” You said looking him right in the eye.

“Y/N come on…” but you pulled Jack towards his bedroom.

“Now? You sure?” He said cautiously

“Please Jack. I need you.” You said in agony

“Baby…I’m scared. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said caressing your hair.

“I know it will hurt but if not now…when?” You reasoned looking up at him.

“Y/N there’s no rush. I meant it. I will marry you.” Jack promised, knowing he was caving in fast. You had a hold on him that was undeniable.

“Come.” He commanded as he sat on the bed and opened his legs for you to stand in front of him. You obeyed and went closer.

He began going up your shirt, fondling your breasts and kissed your bare stomach. You threw back your head and moaned. You saw Jack growing and reached down to touch him but he stopped your hand.

“No. I…I’m sorry Y/N this doesn’t feel right. I’ll take you back.” Jack said. In his mind it was going to happen so differently. He brought you to his place for you to start getting comfortable there. He was used to being around you…wanting you and not being able to really be inside you, he was the one that was hesitant now, and how crazy and special would it be for him to marry a virgin. “We’re not married. This isn’t right.” He couldn’t imagine the looks on your parent’s faces if they found out.

“Are you kidding me? They got to you. They fucking got to you. Wait….you’re not into me anymore are you? I knew it. It felt like a friendship last little while. I should have known.” You burst into tears “I’m not model gorgeous and exciting like what you’re used to.”

“Baby…no no no I have never been in love until now. Did you know that?” Jack said looking at you as you sat on his lap now. “I am very attracted to you. Don’t worry.”

“Then make love to me….Please Jack.” You said softly drawing him into a kiss.

“Ok, I…ok.” He said unable to refuse any longer. You pulled your shirt off over your head and stepped out of your jeans. He was in awe of how perfectly your breasts hung and the curve of your body. “I can’t believe I’m the first to ever see all this and touch you…be inside you.” Jack breathed overcome with emotion.

He gently laid you down kissing and caressing your body. You gasped having never felt such sensations. “Oh god Jack.”

There was no turning back now. He had waited so long.

“It hurts too much and I’m stopping ok?” Jack said lovingly. You nodded in agreement under him, drinking in his aroma and feeling his chest. He tried not to put his full weight on you as your legs opened to take him in. He tested your space dipping in with the head only and pulling back. It was such a foreign feeling you held your breath from the pressure slowly pressing into you.

“You ok?” He asked as he hovered over you about to re-enter a little more.

“Put it all the way in. I’m ok.” You assured him

“We can just play with each other baby. We don’t have to do this all the…” Jack was trying to say

“Can you please just…I want to feel all of you.” You said a bit frustrated and anxious

“Ok baby. Hold onto me ok?” Jack cautioned. He was beyond excited but had to contain himself for your comfort. He held his shaft steadily as he guided it in carefully. You were wet with anticipation but it still was painful. You tried to hide it as much as possible to not make Jack feel bad, but he saw the look on your face and paused afraid to stroke in and out. One thing for sure, your future husband was gifted and it would take getting used to.

“Oh, uhhh, oh my god.” You breathed unable to make sense of the new pain and slight pleasure you were starting to feel as Jack slowly glided partially out and slid back in.

“Ah fuck you feel good baby.” He said breathlessly in your ear. “I’ve waited for this moment” Jack was poised on top of you and concentrating on being as gentle as possible as he went in further and further. Tears started welling up in your eyes with a burning pain radiating through your abdomen and legs as he picked up some speed and put more weight behind his thrusts. You held onto him tightly unable to really move.

After a few moments he suddenly cried out “Uh Y/N!! Baby” You felt your flesh tear apart inside and a warm sensation run down your thighs. There was blood on the sheets from your hymen popping. You were mortified.

“Oh my god Jack!” You exclaimed in tears. He immediately stopped and headed to the bathroom to start the shower and bring you a towel. He wiped you up lifted you off the bed and carried you to the shower. He held you from behind, his arms supporting you as he sung a Bryson Tiller song gently. His smooth melodic voice amplified in the shower filled you with warmth as the pain started to subside.

He wrapped you in a towel and held your hand to his closet where he dressed you in his shorts and hoodie. He combed your hair for you and settled you on the couch. After grabbing you a snack he went to strip the bed sheets and ran back to snuggle with you.

“Are you ok baby?” He asked sweetly “Do you need anything else?”

“Jack please just relax with me. Thank you for looking after me.” You said tiredly. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions your stomach ached, your space hurt, and your legs were like jello. He snuck in behind you and you rested on him as he covered both of you in a blanket.

“After all that you get the remote Mrs. Harlow…this one time ok?” He joked. You giggled snuggling up to him and falling asleep.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Emmy. Friend. Your dad!Steve and Eddie fics are giving me LIFE (and baby fever, but hey I'm not complaining.) But I had this thought earlier and I can't get it out of my head.

When my husband was younger, his parents would buy tons and tons of fireworks for New Year's, and let him, his brother, and all of their friends play with them in the yard. I'm talking roman candle wars, popping those little poppers at eachother (so freaking dangerous but no one got hurt so??)

Anyway. I can so see Eddie doing this. I know we all love to paint him as a girl dad, but I can just imagine Eddie letting his sons have Roman candle wars while his significant other is just watching in horror on the sidelines.

Meanwhile Eddie is just having the time of his life watching his kid and being like "What? They're kids, let 'em be kids!"

I LOVE this, all of this!

“Do you know your boy is out there with sparklers?” Robin asked you as she walked into the kitchen, her voice almost too calm, considering her question.

You merely yawned and grabbed another mug from the shelf as she sat at the breakfast bar, smiling as you poured her a coffee the way she liked best.

“Which one?” You replied tiredly.

“The smaller one,” the girl said between a mouthful of too hot caffeine, “but if it makes you feel better, the bigger one is out there too. But so is Steve, so…”

You grumbled and muttered something about ‘s’not even ten am,’ before grabbing one of Eddie’s sweaters from the pile of laundry that was on the worktop. You pulled it on as you switched your cup from hand to hand all whilst you shoved your feet into slippers. Robin followed, snorting when you sighed, both of you heading for the front yard.

Steve was standing with his hands on his hips, a disapproving stance, sure, but there was a grin on his face as he watched his best friend chase his kid around the yard with a sparkler in his hand.

They were yelling, both dad and son, the younger Munson only five years old and barely tall enough to reach past Eddie’s waist but he was shooting around the yard with a speed that surprised everyone.

He was a tiny version of Eddie, all wild curls, short enough that they sat above his shoulders, grazing the nap of his neck but he’d taken your hair colour. He had Eddie’s eyes too, big chocolate button things that made sure he always got his own way. But it was the tiny ‘Metallica’ shirt that really sealed the deal, the mini black converse that were half tied and scuffed.

He ran from his dad, giggling madly as he hurtled towards Steve, hands still sticky from his breakfast pancakes, clutching at his uncle’s knees as he hid behind him. Eddie followed, brandishing the sparkler as it fizzed, muttering nonsense that you were sure was supposed to be a spell.

“My turn, my turn!” Your son chanted, leaping out from behind Steve to try and grab at the sparkler with eager hands. “Dad!”

Maybe Eddie didn’t realise you were watching, maybe he was still half asleep, maybe he was just damn stupid, but he leaned down to hand the fizzing stick over.

“Eddie!”

He leaped up, started, eyes wide and he had the right to look guilty as his gaze caught yours. He shrugged, swore under his breath when Steve snorted and the younger boy yelled and clung to his legs, impatient.

“Dad!”

“Hey, baby, didn’t see you there,” Eddie tried for smooth, all wide grin and glittering eyes. “Cute sweater.”

“Please tell me you weren’t about to give Theo a firework,” you said plainly, clutching your coffee and setting both boys with a look they knew all too well.

Eddie scoffed, “c’mon, baby, s’hardly an explosive.”

“He’s five!” You retorted.

“Me and Steve are right here!” He yelled back across the yard, he held his arms out as if to gesture to Steve, narrowly missing poking him with the still hot tip of the sparkler.

He grimaced.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“It shouldn’t,” Robin muttered with a laugh.

Theo had decided to start running again, literally in circles around his dad, shouting about how he needed a wand.

“I wanna do magic!” He told Eddie, jumping up and down with his arms out, making his dad let out a soft ‘oof’ when he laughed himself at his stomach, head narrowly missing his crotch. “Can I do magic, dad?”

“You gotta ask your mom, kiddo, she’s the keeper of spells.”

“And fun,” Steve grinned and he blew you a kiss as an apology when you glared at him.

Theo turned to you, big eyes brighter and wider than ever in the morning sun and he stumbled over in only the clumsy way that a five year old could. His hair was wild from running around, the dimple in his cheek matching his dads when he grinned up at you.

“Can I, mom?” He pleaded. “Can I try the magic too?”

And well, fuck. How were you supposed to say no to that?

Robin laughed into her mug and made a whipping noise before turning around and heading back into the living room, her shoes left at the door as he hunted for the tv remote.

You sighed and ran your hand through your son's curls, glaring at Eddie to make sure he knew he was in for it later. And he only grinned back, winking so you knew that he definitely knew what he was in for.

So you watched with a grimace as Eddie lit another sparkler, holding it away from his face as it fizzed a little too aggressively at first. Then Theo was running back across the lawn, cheering wildly at the sight. Eddie hunkered down, coaxing the boy between his legs and he whispered to him about how needed to hold it carefully, far away from his face and be gentle.

To his credit, Theo listened, eyes wide as he watched in awe at the way the sparkler flickered and glittered. And then:

“Let’s cast a spell on uncle Steve, huh?”

Theo lit up with excitement and Eddie was barely able to catch him before he charged towards Steve, sparkler held aloft, vengeance in his eyes.

“Teddy!” You yelled from the door, eyes as wide as Steve’s.

“What?” Both of your boy’s yelled back, standing with the same thrown out arms, curls misbehaving, heavy metal t-shirt all stretched out at the collar.

You sighed.

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yoursjaeyun · 1 year

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happy birthday - sim jaeyun.

pairing. jake x fem!reader

wc. 900+

warnings. smut (minors dni), explicit language, handjob (jake receiving), unprotected sex, nicknames (kind of).

a/n. hello hellooo, i’m back with another small drabble for my hubby’s birthday todayy 😚 i love this man, so fucking much it hurts. like literally 💔 i was supposed to turn this into an actual fic, but i’ll do an actual one soon, i was just really tired and was too lazy to get it over to 1000 words 😭 was daydreaming in the middle of doing this so i posted this late 🧍🏻‍♀️ anyway, happy birthday to my love, my man, my aussie boy, laylas daddy, i love you. <3 - from laylas mommy <3

you woke up to the sun shining in through the gap from your curtains, turning around to see your boyfriend still asleep. you pushed his little strands of hair back, caressing his face.

his eyes slightly opened from your touch, a smile creeping up his face as he saw yours.

“good morning, jakey.”

he responds with a little hum, still too tired to say anything. “happy birthday,” his eyebrows furrowed, forgetting that it was his special day today. “it’s my birthday?” he mumbled.

“yes dummy.” you chuckled at how cute he was being. “you remembered? i thought you forgot.”

“why would i forget about my future husband’s birthday? i think you’re the one who’s forgetting here, jake.”

he let out a small laugh, then pulling you in closer to his embrace. “do you wanna go out today? it’s our day off.” you asked, “i’d rather stay in today, love.” he said after lightly shaking his head, almost dozing back to sleep.

“but i want to do something special for you,” you pouted.

“and what is that, my love?” he put his finger under your chin, as you lifted your head up, meeting his sleepy eyes. “just something..” his eyes widened as you then straddled his lap, making him the one under you.

“kiss me.”

he then pulled you in, pressing his lips against yours. he sat up properly to lean against the headboard of the bed. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body while still kissing you feverishly.

he quickly pulled away to take off his shirt, as he slipped off his pants as well. his bulge now poking out of his boxers. you put your palm on his clothed cock, making him whimper in your mouth. you then played with his waistbands, slowly taking it off.

you pulled away from the kiss, looking down to see his cock hit his abdomen. you put your thumb on his tip, spreading his pre-cum everywhere, along with your spit. “fuck.” he whispered under his breath.

you then took him whole in your one hand, stroking him a couple of times, going slow at first. he threw his head back while his mouth fell wide agape from the pleasure, letting you do all the work. you increased your speed, stroking his cock faster.

you knew he was close by the feeling of his cock twitching in your hands, you went faster, helping him reach his high. his cum squirted all over his stomach. “fuckfuckfuck” you watched as his cum shot up, covering parts of his stomach, creating an unusual line.

you leaned down, pressing your tongue against his abs, licking every part before reaching up to his chest, now making eye contact with his hazy eyes. you laughed at his tiredness.

but you weren’t done yet.

you pressed your lips against his once again. this time it was slow and passionate, so he can take his time getting ready for what you’re going to do next. you slowly took off your silk pj’s, revealing the darker spot on your underwear from how soaked you were.

he ran his fingers through under your panties, making you shiver from his touch. he caressed your naked ass while tugging on your waistband with his other hand, indicating that he wants it off. you instantly took it off from your waist, lifting yourself up carefully.

you line yourself up on his cock, you slowly sinked down onto him, the room now filled with your moans as he groans. you gasped as he rolled you over making you the one under him this time.

you felt him go deeper in your hole as you whimpered against his ear. “fuck, your so fucking tight, baby.” his raspy voice made you even more turned on, the feeling of your wet pussy around his cock being enough to make him cum again right then and there.

“move.” you demanded, and so he obeyed, increasing his speed, pulling in and out of you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure that he was giving you.

there was no use of keeping in your moans, so you let it all out, letting him hear the angelic sounds come out of your mouth. the sound of your skin slapping eachother as he kept hitting your g-spot.

“your so fucking tight, baby.” he groaned as he placed wet kisses on your neck, turning them into hickeys. “jakey..” you whined, you dug your nails into his shoulders as he intensely went faster, your hole becoming swollen.

“i- i’m close, jakey..” you held onto him tighter, your legs shaking even more as you were close to cumming. “i’m close too, shit.”

“cum in me.”

it wasn’t long till you felt him covering your velvety walls white. your juices mixed with his cum running down your thighs as he fell onto you, his breath hitting your skin.

“happy birthday.” you whispered, taking his face in your hands, repeatedly placing small pecks on his soft lips. he smiles in between the little kisses, pushing his down onto you for another little make-out session.

“i’ll buy you something, and a cake of course, but you better not drop it this time.”

“having you as my future wife, is just as enough for me.” you smiled nonstop at what he said, immediately getting butterflies through your stomach, making you forget that he’s still inside you.

“ok, whatever. but i’m still buying you a cake.” you pout as he laughed.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, y/n. and i promise i won’t drop the cake this time.” he smiled before pulling you into one last kiss.

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blushweddinggowns · 9 months

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“Escrow’s almost over,” Eddie grinned as he hung up the phone, “I just have to go down there and resign the check, but after that we’re in the clear.”

He waltzed over to Steve, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him against his chest, “In less than twenty four hours, we’re going to be homeowners.”

Steve grinned back, running his hands up and down Eddie’s chest with half-lidded eyes, “Sexier words have never been spoken.”

Eddie chuckled, cheeks a little pink at Steve’s low tone, “Real-estate turns you on?”

“Mmhm. Co home ownership with my illegal husband? Doesn’t get hotter than that.”

“Kinky,” Eddie smiled, leaning in to start nibbling on Steve’s ear, “You’re making me not want to leave.”

“Well tough,” Steve laughed, pushing Eddie towards the door, “But the sooner you get back the sooner we can celebrate.”

Eddie pressed a quick kiss to his lips before leaving, groaning when Steve pushed him back when he tried to get his tongue in his mouth,“If I get a speeding ticket I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll take full responsibility.”

Steve locked the door behind him, smiling to himself as he heard Eddie grumble his way down the stairs. He was barely two steps away from it when someone started knocking. Steve rolled his eyes, as he went back to answer it, a teasing comment already on his tongue, “Did you forget your keys again- oh.”

Steve paused, eyes wide at the sight of Mike Wheeler on his front door step, alone. He looked nervous, fidgeting while he kept his eyes down, “Can I uh, come in?”

Steve stepped aside, brow raised as Mike walked past him into the hall, “Eddie’s not actually here right now, but if you want to wait for him-”

“I know,” Mike interrupted, slumping down onto one of their couches, “I passed him on the stairs. I’m here to talk to you.”

That was…weird. Mike wasn’t exactly his biggest fan. It’s not like they hated each other or anything, but they weren’t close. They more…tolerated each other. Mainly because they both loved the same people, but they just never clicked. It also didn’t help that Steve had been the cause for many a rescheduled DnD session, for admittedly, strictly horny reasons.

Even now, with the California trio moving to Boston they hadn’t found a rhythm together. They only really interacted in group settings, with some kind of buffer between them.

Steve sat across from him feeling a little lost when he asked, “Uh, what can I do for you?”

“You didn’t always know you were gay right?” Mike blurted, immediately getting into it, “Like…you used to like girls didn’t you?”

“Well…technically I’m not gay. I’m bi,” Steve corrected, frowning at Mike’s confused look. Though he couldn’t exactly blame him. Hell, he didn’t know what that word meant until he was almost twenty-one, “Like bi-sexual? When you like both? Like your literal sister-”

“Please don’t talk about Nancy right now,” Mike groaned, hiding his face in his hands, “This is embarrassing enough. Did you always know or not?”

“No, I didn’t always know I was into dudes,” Steve admitted with a shrug, “I never even considered them an option when I was younger. I liked girls, so I thought that was enough proof that I was straight. Until,” He gestured to the ring on his left hand, “Y’know.”

“But I don’t know!” Mike cried out, loud enough to make Steve jump a little, “I don’t know anything! Like what? You saw Eddie one day and you were magically queer?”

“Not exactly,” Steve laughed, slowly but surely catching on to where this conversation was going. Directness seemed like the best approach for this one,“When it came to Eddie, it was more…falling in love first and then realizing I wanted to fuck him.”

“Dude!”

Steve shrugged, “You asked.”

“But it can’t just be that easy!” Mike insisted, a few frustrated tears showing up in the corner of his eyes, “How can it be that easy?”

“Hey, hey calm down,” Steve said with a frown. He didn’t really know what to do here. He had methods for talking down the other kids, but he was at a loss when it came to Mike. This was an Eddie or Nancy thing and Steve wasn’t quite sure why he was coming to him.

He opted for tossing him a box of kleenex, politely looking away when he wiped at his eyes while he answered his question, “Why can’t it be that easy? I fell in love with a man, I figured out I was attracted to him. Had a minor crisis, and now we’re living happily ever after. It’s as simple as that.”

Mike rolled his eyes, which…fair enough. And at least he wasn’t crying. Besides, no one could really handle how sappy Steve got when he was talking about Eddie. But he was being honest.

“But what made you know for sure?” Mike pressed, “What was the moment?”

“It was a lot of moments man. They kind of just…added up to love eventually. But if you mean when did I realize it was real then…well do you want the PG version or the real version?”

Mike bit his lip, considering, “Um, PG please.”

“PG version, Robin talked me through my gay thoughts and helped me figure out what it all meant.”

Mike nodded, hesitating before asking, “What’s…the real version?”

“I saw his dick once and realized I wanted it in my mouth.”

“Oh my god,” Mike groaned, hiding his face in his hands, “I don’t know what I expected from you. I really don’t.”

“Well it might help if you’d just tell me why you’re asking,” Steve huffed. Though he had a pretty strong feeling that he already knew what it was, “Mike, what’s going on?”

“It’s…Will,” He finally admitted, staring at his hands, “Ever since we moved here I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. About us and it’s driving me fucking crazy!”

Now that he was talking, it was like he couldn’t stop, “And I’ve never felt like romantic things for him. Or at least I didn’t think I did. But I always thought that…if only he was born a girl y’know? Then he’d be perfect for me. A-and I kept thinking that right? And I kept trying to find someone just like him. And it kind of worked for a while, at least when we were all living together.”

It was official. Mike was having his baby gay moment, as Robin would have called it. Steve’s eyes softened as he watched him stumble through his words, very empathetic to what he was feeling,“What changed?”

Mike sighed, voice cracking when he answered, “When we were all together, we had this deal that we wouldn’t bring people home because like, who wants to hear their brother or sister doing shit right? And we were this weird little family and it worked. But now El lives with Max and Lucas, and it’s just us. And now…he brings guys home Steve.”

This little talk was rapidly steering into the territory of shit that Steve did not want to know. But he was going to be supportive of Mike’s little gay awakening, even if it was going to break his delusion of all of his children being pure virgins. He swallowed, forcing himself to keep the conversation going, “And that bothers you?”

“Does it bother me? It’s fucking infuriating! And it’s not even about them being loud. Most of the time I can’t even hear anything, but it’s the fact that they're even there at all that pisses me off.”

“And why is that?” Steve asked. The answer was obvious, he just didn’t know if Mike knew it or not. He kind of had the urge to shake him a bit, and Steve couldn’t help but wonder if this is how Robin felt when she was talking to him.

“Because…” Mike sighed, “I don’t know. I-I don’t think I’m gay.”

“You don’t have to be gay to like Will.”

“I don’t like Will,” Mike corrected, face red, “I love him. I’ve always loved him. But it’s never felt like this before. And I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t…I can’t try and start something that I don’t know I’ll finish.”

“You’re right,” Steve agreed. If Mike broke Will’s heart there would be at least five people in line to beat his ass, “But what makes you think it wouldn’t work?”

“Because I’m not gay-”

“Forget that for a second,” Steve interrupted, “The label doesn’t matter. How do you feel about Will?”

Mike was fidgeting in his seat, nervously thoughtful, “I…I don’t want him to see anyone else.”

“Why?”

Mike sighed, voice shaky when he admitted, “Because…because he belongs with me.”

“And what would that look like? Him belonging with you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do,” Steve pressed, “You wouldn’t be here if you’d never thought about it.”

Mike was staring at the floor, talking like the words were being psychically pulled out of him, “It would just be us. And I would be the person he would come to for the things he wanted. Everything he wanted. I’d be the one he talked to when he had a problem. I’d be the one he’d cuddle with after a long day. I’d be the one to take care of him.”

Steve nodded along, a small smile on his face when he asked, “Is kissing involved with this whole domestic bliss vision?”

“...yes?”

“Then I think it’s safe to say you’re not entirely straight.”

“But I’ve never wanted a guy before! It’s only ever been him and-”

“And that’s how I felt with Eddie,” Steve softly interrupted. He felt like he was trying not to spook a wild animal here, “Being gay or straight or bi or whatever doesn’t really matter when you love someone. And none of those labels changes who you are anyway. You’re still going to be you, even if you want to be with Will.”

Mike was gnawing on his lower lip, face scrunched as he processed the words. He ran a hand through his hair, finally conceding, at least a little, “Okay, let’s say I’m not entirely straight. That doesn’t mean that he’d even want me. He’s so…fun. And creative and smart and…pretty. And I’m just me.”

Steve shrugged. He didn’t want to lie to him, he didn’t technically have confirmation on Will’s feelings, and the whole thing could go south in theory. But he had some pretty good odds, “Look man, the two of you have been attached at the hip since you were in grade school. If Will thought you were just some average boring loser, he would have dropped you by now. And sure, maybe he doesn’t like you back. But if he does, don’t you think it’s worth the risk to ask?”

“But what if it ruins everything?”

“But what if it doesn’t?” Steve countered, “Look at me and Eddie. I mean shit dude, you helped plan our damn wedding. Wouldn’t you say that the risk was worth it?”

Mike paused, stopping to look around their cluttered living room. His eyes snapped to Steve’s favorite photo, the one framed and sitting on their mantle. It was of him and Eddie, clad in their wedding day gear. Steve was grinning at the camera, while Eddie had an arm wrapped around his waist, smacking a kiss to his cheek. It always managed to pull Steve out of a bad mood when he looked at it, a constant reminder of how great the life they built together was.

Mike stared at it for a while, for an uncomfortable amount of time in Steve’s opinion, but it seemed to be helping.

Eventually, Mike nodded to himself, standing up with a newfound sense of conviction, “You’re right. I’m gonna do it. Like…now. I’m going to do it now. Before I can talk myself out of it.”

Steve grinned, slapping his knee as he stood to follow him, “Good for you man. Go get him. You need a ride?”

He shook his head, already speed walking to the door, “No thanks, I need the time to figure out what the fuck I’ll even say.”

He lingered at the threshold of the door, stopping to glance back at Steve, “Thank you. For uh, talking to me. You were the only one who I thought would…y’know. Get it.”

“No problem dude, just let me know how it goes,” Steve reassured, feeling more than a bit proud of himself, “And hey um, if things go south you can come back here tonight okay?”

Mike nodded, still hesitating to actually leave. The next thing Steve knew he was being wrapped up in gangly limbs, in probably the most awkward but endearing hug in his life. Then he was stepping back as quickly as he’d come, nearly running down the stairs of the apartment building, leaving a proud and taken aback Steve in his wake.

Steve didn’t find out what happened until later that night, because calls at three a.m. were just a thing that his family refused to not participate in. It took a minute for him to wiggle out of Eddie’s deathgrip to actually get up to answer it, but when he did he was met with an excited Mike on the other end.

He didn’t even say hello, “It worked! We’re like boyfriends now. Just like that! The whole thing was so stupid, we were both pining for nothing. Can you believe that?”

Steve smiled, a little nostalgic at the memory of him and Eddie being just as stupid. He swallowed down a yawn, hoping his exhaustion wasn’t canceling out his sincere relief, “I’m happy for you dude. You guys are going to be cute together. Annoyingly cute.”

“Shut up, like you can talk,” Mike laughed on the other end. He cleared his throat, voice coming out a little more serious, “Can I uh, talk to you again about his kind of stuff? Because I’ll probably need more advice now than if he’d shot me down.”

Was this what being a proud father felt like?

“Yeah dude. Come over anytime,”Steve swallowed, feeling stupidly choked up all of a sudden. Jesus, is this what it felt like to be a proud dad?

“Thanks Steve. I’ll talk to you later.”

“See you around.”

Steve crawled back into bed feeling a bit lighter. He lifted up Eddie’s arms to slide back under it, cuddling into his chest, heart full. If the two of them were able to make it for nearly a decade, why couldn’t Mike and Will? Steve fell asleep with a smile on his face, thoughts full of how much he loved his little found family.

A snippet from this fic

#steddie #steddie fic #byler #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #the perfect loving nightmare #sfw snippet posting over here #though a dick is mentioned a single time #steve and mike force friendship ftw #future fic #the kids are college grads and steddie is almost in their thirties here #for reference #the fic is not sfw btw #as a warning #and if thats not your thing stick to tumblr and not my ao3 #but if you're a perv....#welcome

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keirawantstocry · 2 months

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poly morning crew but tubbo is insecure about his height and fitpac are trying to help him be less insecure about it :)

this got so incredibly off track i literally see one word and run with things swear down

hiii, um I kinda took this and ran with it? I will upfront say I am not a trans man but i am trans so i drew on my own personal experience to write this and dont mean to write anything… incorrect or anything of the sort <3 and if anyone reads this and i have accidently ending up portraying something incorrectly pls tell me immediately so i can rewrite

Most days Tubbo was fine with being trans. It was just part of who he was, like his brown hair or any of his birthmarks. Other days it bugged him. How much shorter he was compared to some of the other guys. How soft his body was. But he was fine. He wouldn't fucking talk to somebody about it, wasn't that big of a deal anyway. Nobody even noticed when he had his off days, Phil was focused on a thousand other things and the annoying voice of his husband in his head just prattled on and on about dumb shit before disappearing.

He was working out when it hit him. A wave of dysphoria so strong he physically bent over and closed his eyes. Mentally he swore. Horrible timing. Pac was supposed to be over in less than à few minutes and he could barely stand without seeing himself and feeling sick.

Speak of the devil, he thought as the doorbell rang and Pac's animated voice slid it's way through the house. “Tubboooo.”

Tubbo groaned but he had no choice. Laying down the weights he had been using, he headed over to the door to let Pac inside.

“Hey, Pac.” The man looked fucking gorgeous as per usual. It would sour Tubbo's mood if he wasn't so attracted to him. His infectious smile spread to Tubbo's face as they embraced. “It's good to see you, man.”

It was easy at first, hiding the nasty self hatred boiling in his gut. Unfortunately Pac was incredibly more attuned to his feelings then either Phil or Tommy. “What's wrong?” he asked as they sat down on the couch together.

“Nothing,” Tubbo blustered, avoiding his eyes.

“Tubbo,” he said in an uncharacteristic stern voice. It softened again as he gently took Tubbo's face in his hands and turned his head to look at him. “What's wrong, meu bem?”

With a long sigh, Tubbo accepted his fate. “I just feel like shit about myself today.”

Pac's head tilted in curiosity. “Why?”

“Honestly, I'm not sure what triggered it.”

“But what do you feel shit about?” Pac took a second to look around, trying to find his words, his warm hands still against his cheeks. “What about yourself?”

Tubbo laughed lightly, trying to shove down the churning in his stomach. “My body. I just wish… I wish I was born a guy.” Bile rose in his throat as he tried to choke down the shame. He hated being vulnerable especially with someone that he cared so much about. He met his eyes trying to gauge his reaction. The expression he was met with was one of pure confusion.

“I'm sorry I don't understand.”

“I'm trans," he said as bluntly as he could.

Pac just blinked at him slowly as if trying to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. “That doesn't make you any less of a man.”

“Easy for you to say that,” Tubbo scoffed.

Unexpectedly Pac laughed as if it was one of the funniest things he had heard all day. “You do know I'm trans right?”

Tubbo stared at him as he felt his brain short circuit. “What? No, I didn't fucking know that what the fuck.” Surprised laughter was bubbling its way out of his chest before he could stop it. The shame was dissipating at the speed of light because here was one of the prettiest, most attractive men he’d ever known and he was just like him.

He laughed again before bringing his hands up to grab Pac’s face and kiss him firmly on the lips. Pac giggled into his mouth before kissing him back, sliding his hands into Tubbo’s hair. The kisses were sloppy, more shared laughter and wet open mouths than anything. But it felt so good, so right.

They finally stopped kissing and Tubbo realized that somehow they had ended up laying back on top of each other on the couch. “How did I not know you were trans?” he said, still in awe.

Pac laughed, light and airy. “You hate me and don’t pay attention to me.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Then for good measure he kissed him again to truly shut him up. Warmth had replaced the feeling in his gut and was now spreading through his entire body. For the first time he felt good about it; not bad, not neutral but good.

#qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #q!tubbo #q!pac #pacbo #TRANS TUBBO AGENDA #everyone is trans in my mind #so hey if someone wants to see a part two with fit telling tubbo that hes also trans then i meannnn

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mbakuetshurisprincess · 1 year

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Sleep In

AN: Hello friends! This is 2/2 of the requests I received. I haven't written anything for M’baku in SOOOOO long so it was nice to jump back into writing about him again lol. I was listening to my playlist before writing this and this song came on and I literally was like oh I have to write something based on this. Hope you enjoy it!

Request: “Maybe you can make a m’baku x reader fluff. - anon”

Pairing: M’bakuxFem!Reader

Warnings: It’s fluff, I don’t even think I cursed #miracle

Word count: 707

Suggested listening: Foggy - Leslie Odom Junior

“Foggy, sun peeking through the gray

It's foggy, smoke rising on the day

And baby, I can't pry myself out of your arms”

The soft pitter-patter of rain threatened to wake you from your sleep but the warm arm that was wrapped around your waist pulled you back into slumber. You glanced up at your bedside table and saw the time “8:30 AM”. You groaned lightly, now thirty minutes behind schedule. M’baku had undoubtedly heard your 8 am alarm go off before you and snoozed it.

You glanced over to your sleeping husband and couldn’t help but let out a smile. He looked like a child, so peaceful and calm when he slept. He was M’baku The Great Gorilla to the outside world, but here, when it was just the two of you, he was just M’baku, your husband.

You reached your hand across and delicately placed it on his face, massaging his beard with your thumb. His eyes fluttered open and a smile slowly came across his face to match yours.

“Good morning sleepy.” You said. M’baku placed a kiss on the inside of your hand that was on his face before speaking.

“It is not morning my love.”

You laughed slightly at M’baku’s comment. “It was surely morning when you turned off my alarm wasn’t it?”

M’baku looked like a little kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar before recomposing himself and feigning a look of betrayal. “Why would I ever do such a thing?”

You rolled your eyes and shimmied out of M’baku’s grasp flipping the covers off of you so your feet could dangle off the edge of the bed.

“I have to go to work and you see this weather M’baku, it's going to take me forever to get to the Golden City.” You turned over your shoulder to look at M’baku, his arms were wide open, his bare chest exposed to the cold. It took everything in you not to crawl back into his arms and spend the rest of the day curled up in bed together. Sensing the way you were staring at him M’baku made a move and reached out to pull you back into himself, but you two had played this game before. You dodged away from his arms and stood from the bed turning to face him.

M’baku sat up in bed and a smirk appeared on his face. “Is this how we’re doing this today? Do I have to bring you back into bed to convince you to stay with me?”

You laughed at M’baku’s antics, he always knew how to keep your relationship fun and playful. “I’d say that sounds like a fair trade, no? Only if the Great Gorilla thinks he can beat me.”

That brought M’baku out of bed and onto his feet, the smirk still plastered on his face. With the bed in between you it was all about who made the first move. M’baku had the upper hand as you had to get past him to reach your closet but still, you were determined not to lose this battle. Your eyes flashed to his left, a clear open path towards the closet, the obvious choice. M’baku figured out what you were up to and waited for your move.

You let out a war cry before running full speed towards the left side. M’baku, already knowing your movements, placed himself in between you and the path. What M’baku failed to remember is that you were just as cunning as he was, at the last second you juked out of his way and ran to his right. You made it just past him before yelling out a “Home free!” as you neared the closet. Of course, M’baku did always say that gloating was your worst habit…

Before you could enter the closet you felt your body lift from the ground and immediately knew you had lost the battle. “Not fair!” You whined out as M’baku walked you back to the bed. He laid you down first on your back before laying between your legs and placing his head on your chest. As much as you loved this position, you knew M’baku partly did it so that you couldn’t leave. He placed a delicate kiss on your chest before speaking.

“Sleep in with me my love.”

#m'baku x reader #M'Baku #m'baku imagine #M'Baku x Black!reader #m'baku x you #black panther #black panther fanfiction #black panther imagine #black panther fic #black panther fandom

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sunshowerwriting · 1 year

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Bored

(Redacted Audio) David x TransMasc! Reader

0.8k Words

pregnancy

Being home alone all day with doctors order to rest was never fun, but David wasn’t giving you a chance to ignore the doctors orders.

the reader was written to be transmasc, however it is never explicitly stated that they’re trans so you can look at this as like magical mpreg if you’d like. also this is about a transmasc being pregnant so don’t read if that’ll give you dysphoria

female aligned dni!

Maternity leave was kicking your ass. Staying home, alone, with nothing to do but “rest” and “don’t be stressed” was torture. It was almost impossible to not be stressed when you could literally have a baby any day. So when you weren’t bored out of your mind you were doing the exact opposite of what everyone was telling you to do.

On this particular afternoon you were doing the dishes. Something you didn’t enjoy doing on any normal occasions and in your current state it was even more difficult to do. But you were bored and they needed to be done, so here you stood doing the dishes.

The music you had playing drowned out your surroundings. Which would usually be a good thing, but today your loud music had turned against you and left you to be snuck up on by your husband.

“Angel.”

His annoyed voice was much closer to you than you had expected, truthfully you hadn’t expected to hear his voice at all. It wasn't time for him to be home from work. However, after getting over your initial shock you decided to turn around and play it innocent.

“Davey,” You started, wiping your hands on a nearby towel before leaning in to wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re home early. How was your day?”

You smiled as sweetly as you could but the look on David’s face said that he wasn't going to drop this that easily.

“What are you doing?”

Although his voice was as annoyed as it was when he first spoke, his hands found their way to your waist. This proved, at least in your mind, that he wasn’t actually as mad at you as he sounded.

“Dishes!” You responded to his question cheerily.

“Angel, you know you need to rest.” He said rubbing circles on your waist.

“I know but-“

Your words caught in your throat at the look David gave you. It was stern and grumpy, and everything you’d expect from him in this situation. But at the look you had to admit your defeat.

You rolled your eyes and sighted in one last defiant gesture before speaking. “Okay, no more dishes. Just rest.”

At your words David took your hand and began leading you into the living room. Even if he was leading the way he made sure you were able to walk at your own pace. He never to exceeded the speed at which you could move at the moment.

Guiding you to the couch, David took a seat and pulled you gently to sit down with him. You collapsed onto the sofa next to him, much less gently than David had sat down. Turning to face him you smiled innocently once again which only made him roll his eyes.

“Come here you disaster.” David opened his arms and you gladly situated yourself so you could comfortably lean into him.

“You know you aren’t supposed to be doing stuff like that.” He grumbled.

You laughed lightly before speaking. “Well they needed to be done, and it's not like I don’t have plenty of freetime.”

David sighed. His hands found their way to your stomach, resting there soothingly. Something he had started doing as soon as you both found out you were pregnant. It made him feel closer to you and your child. A fact you had learned after teasing him about it one evening early on in your pregnancy.

“That's not the point.”

His words made you laugh and you turned your head enough to get a glimpse of his face. He looked deep in thought, like there was something he wanted to say, and after a brief pause you finally got to hear what he was thinking.

“You’re my mate. My husband. Let me take care of things. Especially right now.”

You laced your fingers with one of his hands that rested on your stomach. He held onto your hand tighter than you expected him to but the message he was trying to convey was loud and clear. You leaned more into him and sighed.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop trying to do so much. But I can still do things you know. Just because the doctors said I need extra rest doesn’t mean I can't do anything.” You paused briefly, but spoke again before David could say anything.

“But thank you. I appreciate you taking care of me and the baby. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

David shifted his head down and kissed the top of your head, a quick meaningful kiss that said all was forgiven. Probably not forgotten, but you’d take what you can get. You laughed again, a softer laugh than before. David was wonderful at putting up with you. And that only made your excitement to see him with your child grow more every day. He was going to be a good dad. You were both going to be good dads.

#🌦 writes #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted david x angel #x male reader #x reader #transmasc reader #redacted audio x male reader #redacted david x reader #david x male reader #transmasc angel #transmasc listener

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hgranger93493 · 1 year

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Content: Part 1.

Summary: You are getting ready to be married in a week. Everything will go smoothly, right?

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, language.

Pairings: OC x reader; Sam x Jess; Dean x reader(eventually)

Wordcount: 5470

A/N: This will be a mini-series set in AU. Hopefully you'll like it.

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You slide the door open to your balcony and stepped outside to get some fresh air. After today, you needed a couple of drinks with the fresh air. You sighed deeply and looked towards the dark sky as the clouds moved around the full moon. You kept playing with the pack of cigarettes in your hand and flicking the lighter off and on. You haven’t smoked since college. The last semester was stressful to you and picked up this habit for a few months. Not that it helped much, but you were on the verge of needing some relief today. You were startled when you heard a deep voice to your left.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Holy shit! You scared me.” You squeaked with your hand on your chest.

A deep chuckle left this person’s throat and the moonlight shined on their face at the same time.

“Dean? What are you doing here?”

Dean slowly got up from the patio chair and walked towards you. Dean visits his brother Sam once every month. You met him a few times since Sam moved next door a year ago. You, Sam, and Jess were friends from college. Although you all weren’t thick as thieves, you enjoyed their company from time to time. Having your both balconies side by side was fun. You hang out with them and have cookouts during summer and exchange dishes whenever possible. The main reason you didn’t hang out much with them was because of Matthew. Your fiancé. You met Matt during your freshman year and you both have been dating since sophomore year. Matt never liked Sam and Jess as they weren’t up to his “standards”, whatever that meant. So, all of you never ran in the same circles, but you hung out with Jess whenever possible.

Dean leaned on the short wall separating the balconies and smiled up at you.

“Just visiting Sam. Missed my little brother”

“Pssh! He ain’t little Dean.”

Dean laughed a little and eyed the cigarettes box in your hand as if asking the same question again.

“Yeah, I don’t smoke. Just needed something to relieve the stress.”

“Are you okay?”

It has been a while since someone asked that question. You really didn’t want to talk, but you didn’t want to be rude to Dean. He was always sweet and kind.

You sighed a little and replied “Just the stress of planning the wedding is getting to me.”

Dean cleared his throat and asked “Wanna talk about it?”

“Thanks Dean, but I don’t want to bother ya.”

“You are not a bother, sweetheart. I’m hear to listen if you need to vent.”

You put the cigarettes and the lighter aside and took a step towards him.

“Not sure where to start, but the ‘small’ wedding we were supposed to have turned out into a full-blown production.”

“Yessh, that does sound stressful. Anybody helping you with it?”

“Well, my fiancé was supposed to help me, but his mother took over the reigns for him and she wants nothing and everything in the wedding. Today we were at the cake tasting and she insisted on having a 5-tier cake and her favorite flavor. Who needs five tiers of cake? We went back and forth and she finally got her way like she always does.” You sighed a little after your vent. “Maybe it is something small, maybe I am over reacting”

“No, you are not, it is your wedding and you and your fiancé should have a final say. Not the monster-in-law to be.”

You chuckled a little at his jab at Matt’s mom. You never said it out loud, but she was indeed a monster. She sat you down after the engagement and brought you up to speed on how women in their family must keep their husbands first and told you the literal “rules” about having some traditions at the wedding. Since Matt was their only son, she wanted an extravagant wedding. You told her that you didn’t believe in spending all your life savings on one party. You wanted to save money as much as you can so you can use it for down payment on your future home. But she put her foot down and told you as a bride, your family and you need to do everything to make the wedding the best day of her son’s life. She knows your parents passed away when you were sixteen and she tries to make me feel like an orphan when an opportunity strikes. I mean who does that?

You were lost in thoughts when you heard Dean call you again.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm”

“You, okay?”

“Yeah, sorry I have a lot on my mind. With the wedding planning and budgeting”

“You don’t have to apologize Y/N. Just wanted to make sure you are ok.”

“Thanks Dean. Maybe I need a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.”

“Yeah, you should get some rest.”

“Alright, thanks for talking me out of smoking. I really was debating.” You laughed a little.

“Well, I’m glad to be of help. Good night sweetheart.”

You smiled a little and waved Dean good night and walked back inside your apartment.

Dean took a deep breath and went back in to Sam’s apartment.

Sam was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. He looked up when he heard the door to his patio open and close.

“Were you talking to someone?”

“Yeah, Y/N.”

“Oh, how is she doing? I barely see her here since she got engaged to that douche.”

“Douche?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, not sure what Y/N sees in Matt, but Jess and I never liked him. He was a total d-bag in college. He once asked what our dad was ‘worth’ to determine if we could be friends.”

“What? That is weird.”

“Yeah, he only wanted to be friends with guys who were loaded and could spend daddy’s money.”

“Oh boy, what is Y/N doing with an ass like that?”

“I don’t know Dean. She always kept to herself in freshman year. Jess and I met her in calculus class and never had many classes together since we were all in different majors. She is pretty smart, I tell you.”

Dean smiled and replied “Yeah, that she seems to be.” He kept thinking how beautiful she is too. She had a pretty smile.

Sam sensed something and said “She is engaged Dean. Don’t even think about it.”

“Seriously Sam? You think that low of me that I would hit on an engaged woman?”

“Just warning ya.”

“Yeah, whatever bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Jess walked in the front door at caught the end of their conversation.

“Don’t start you too. I want to have a nice and pleasant dinner.”

“He started it!” both said and the same time pointing to each other.

Jess rolled her eyes and walked over to Dean to give him a hug and went over to Sam and pecked his cheek as a greeting.

“So, what were you guys talking about?”

“Y/N” Sam replied.

“Oh, what about her? Is she ok?”

“Oh yeah. Just caught her on one of her bad days, I guess. She is stressed about the wedding planning.” Dean replied.

“Oh” Jess replied a little lost in thought.

“Everything okay babe?”

Jess jerked back from her thoughts and replied “Yeah…yeah” and she smiled at her boyfriend. Sam knew she was hiding something, but didn’t bring it up.

“So, are you guys invited to the wedding?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, Y/N sent us both the invite and unfortunately, we had to decline since the wedding falls during mom and dad’s anniversary weekend. With the planning and everything, it would be a tight squeeze to attend the wedding and drive to Lawrence.”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me. We need to finalize the seating tomorrow so I can let Ellen know.” Dean reminded Sam.

“We can take a look at it tomorrow morning after breakfast?” Sam asked.

“Sounds good to me.”

The three finished their dinner ended the night with some light laughs and heavy liquor.

That night Sam and Jess were getting ready for bed and Sam decided to bring up what Jess was thinking about when they were talking about Y/N.

“Hey babe, what were you thinking when we were talking about Y/N’s wedding”

“Oh, it is nothing. Maybe I didn’t see it correctly and imagining things.”

“You didn’t see what correctly?” Sam asked curiously.

Jess sighed a little and replied “The other day I think I saw Matt with someone else when I was hanging out with Melissa and getting drinks at the club.”

“What?” Sam asked bewildered.

“Yeah, maybe it wasn’t him.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, because this person was heavily making out with the woman who he was with.”

“It could have been Y/N.”

“I thought so too, but that night when I returned to the apartment I ran into Y/N while she was taking out trash and she was telling how she was stuck at home all day working on a deadline.”

“Oh” Sam said. “Maybe it wasn’t Matt. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, but for Y/N’s sake let’s hope it was someone else.”

“Yeah, me too babe. It was a dark club and loud. Maybe I am wrong. But in all honesty, she deserves someone else. I never liked Matt.” Jess said scrunching up her nose.

“Yeah, me neither.”

“See that is why I like you.” Jess replied with a grin.

“Geez, I thought you like me for other things too” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and pounced on Jess making her giggle loudly.

Sam and Jess were interrupted when they heard three bangs from the adjacent room.

“Hey! The walls are pretty thin around here. You are scarring me for life” Dean yelled.

Sam and Jess giggle quietly and yelled “Sorry” at the same time.

Dean huffed a little and closed his eyes to try and sleep. For whatever reason his mind kept going back to Y/N and how he wanted to hug her and take her worries away after seeing her today. He cannot get the image of her face that was lit up with the soft moonlight earlier.

“Stop it, Dean. Stop it. She is getting married.” He murmured to himself and started counting backwards to fall asleep. Some how he fell asleep and let the darkness consume him soon.

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Next morning you woke up well rested. You are lucky you worked from home. You had a few things to take care at work and then work on wedding stuff. Your manager was very understanding that you needed cut back a few hours everyday to go meet vendors and stuff during weekdays to finalize the stuff for the wedding.

You took a quick shower and made a small breakfast for yourself and texted Matt reminding him again about meeting the florist today at 11:30 and to come pick you up at 11:00. He didn’t reply, but you assumed he saw the message. After working for a few hours, you were about to take an early lunch. You put on some jeans and a simple t-shirt to get ready to go to the florist. It was 11:00 and your phone rang. It was Matt.

“Hey babe. You downstairs?”

He groggily replied “Hey. I just woke up and saw your message. I don’t think I can make it to the appointment. Can you go by yourself? I mean it is flowers, what would I do there anyways?”

To you say you were furious was an understatement. Who even wakes up at 11AM on a weekday? Especially when you are planning your wedding?

“Seriously Matt? We both were supposed to go to the florist and finalize the flowers and center pieces. It is not just my wedding it is our wedding.”

“You are making mountains out of mole hills Y/N. It is just stupid flowers, who cares?”

“Who cares? Are you kidding Matt? Don’t you care about this wedding? I mean I wanted a small wedding, but your mom insisted on making extravagant.”

“Don’t bring my mom into this Y/N.” He replied with a tone that was almost scary.

“Well, she chose the cake yesterday. Maybe she should just choose the flowers as well.” You replied snidely.

“You are lucky you have my mom helping you. You have no friends and no family. Be grateful”

That hurt. You were on the verge of tears and you cleared your throat.

“I didn’t mean to be ungrateful; I just would like you to participate in this wedding planning. This is how we make memories. We only have a week left.”

“Well now I am not in the mood to come anyways, I’ll ask mom to join you.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to bother her.”

“She’ll come. Drive yourself there.” Matt replied and cut the call.

Those tears finally spilled. You were always alone after you lost your mom and dad. They were the biggest support system in your life and loosing that was horrible. You always thought meeting Matt was a blessing. He kept you active socially basically dragging you to every party and event around college. Over the years his friends became your friends, his life became your life and now his family was going to be yours. You were skeptical towards him and his motives, but didn’t want to question too much about it. You were getting a family again, so you bent anyway Matt molded you.

You picked yourself up and drove to the florist. Matt’s mom Martha was already there and she had a sour face. You sighed deeply and walked towards her.

“Matt told me about the conversation you both had earlier.” No hi or hello.

“Umm, what do you mean?”

“You shouldn’t force Matt to do things he doesn’t like. That is not OK” she hissed.

“Martha, I didn’t say anything. I just wanted him to join us to choose flowers since this is our wedding.”

“Well, you got me. So, let’s get to it.” She replied and got to work.

Peonies. She picked peonies. I mean they are beautiful flowers, but you wanted to have sunflowers in your bouquet. They were your mom’s favorite. You wanted her to be with you in some way on your special day. It is not traditional, but you thought you could at least win this fight. But you had no strength left in you to argue, so you let Martha pick everything.

After the appointment you drove back to your apartment. Glad that you and Matt don’t share a place. Otherwise, you would have seen his mom all the time. You need a break this evening. Get your mind off the planning so you decided to call you maid of honor, Lisa. Matt introduced you to Lisa in college. Matt and her dated the freshman year, but they both didn’t “click”. They remained friends and hung out all the time. Lisa became your impromptu best friend.

You rang Lisa. After a few rings she picked up the phone. She almost sounded as if she ran half a mile.

“Hey Lisa. How is it going?”

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out this evening. Maybe grab a few drinks and get a bite?”

“Um no, I can’t. My sister is visiting. She just broke up with her boyfriend and is upset and she needs me.”

“I am so sorry to hear that. How is doing now?”

“Huh...yeah yeah..she is fine.” Lisa replied hastily.

“Okay, hope she feels better. Maybe we can get together later this week. Go over some details about the bridesmaid dresses and set an appointment for a final fitting?”

“Yeah..yeah that sounds fine. Listen Y/N, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” She cut the call even before you could say bye.

You looked at the phone puzzled and got back to your work.

At 4, you promptly shut off the laptop to cook something. You didn’t eat lunch since you lost your appetite after meeting you mother-in-law to be. You decided to cook something and were in the kitchen ready to start your prep when you heard a knock at your door.

You were hoping Matt cooled down and stopped by. When you opened the door, you were met with Jess’s big smile. You always loved hanging out with Jess. She had such an infectious smile and attitude. She was a caring person in general.

“Hey Y/N! Is this a bad time?”

“No, no not at all. Come in.” You invited her in.

She gave you a tight hug and you wrapped your arms around here and squeezed her. You needed this after the whole florist fiasco. She broke the hug, and you both walked to your couch to sit down and have a chat. A few niceties were exchanged.

“Sam and I were wondering if you are free this evening?”

“Oh? Why?”

“We feel bad for not being able to attend your wedding and we were wondering if we can take you out for dinner and drinks this evening. Maybe your fiancé can join us too?”

What a relief. You need some company this evening and Jess is a literal angel at this point.

“Sure! Let me call Matt and check with him.”

“Okay, let’s say 7? We can get an early start on the drinks.” Jess laughed.

“You read my mind sister. 7 sounds good.”

Jess got up to leave the apartment and turned around. “Oh! Dean is also going to join us. Is that okay?”

You smiled a little wider hearing Dean’s name. Jess didn’t miss that.

“Of course! The more the merrier, right?”

“Yup! Alright, see you then.”

“See ya.” Your spirits were lifted. You called Matt to tell him about the plan. Praying that his mood is set after the call you had earlier today.

“Yeah?” He answered his call.

“Hey Matt, are you busy?”

“Not really, what’s up?”

“Um, you remember Sam and Jess, right? My neighbors. We went to college with them.”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“They wanted to hangout this evening. Get some drinks together. They feel bad that they can’t attend the wedding. They invited us both. They want to leave at 7. Want to come over to my place?”

Matt sighed “Listen Y/N. I never really liked that Sam guy. He is thinks he is above everyone because of his brains. I don’t want to hang out with them. You shouldn’t either.”

You were taken back a little. Sam was the most down to earth guy you ever met. Even in college. Not sure why Matt thinks that way.

“But Matt, they want to take us both out for drinks and dinner. They are nice people. You should give them a chance.”

“Y/N, I said what I said. I don’t want to go. Also, I made plans with my ma. I will let you hang out with them. Just this one time.”

Seriously? You never asked his permission.

“I don’t need your permission to hang out with them Matt. They are kind enough to invite us for dinner and this is how you talk?”

“Do I need to remind you of our talk from this morning?” He asked gruffly.

“Whatever.” You said and cut the call. You weren’t going to apologize when you have done nothing wrong. You were looking forward to this evening with Jess and Sam. And you were not going to lie that you were looking forward to spending some time with Dean as well. He always seemed nice and caring.

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General POV:

Jess walked into their apartment and found Sam and Dean on the couch going over some details about their parent’s anniversary party.

“Y/N is free this evening. She will join us for drinks and dinner. I told her we will leave at 7.”

Dean perked up hearing this. And Jess didn’t miss that. She smirked a little walking to the fridge to get a drink.

“Matt is also going to join us.”

Sam groaned. “I hate that guy.” He muttered.

“Tough luck, you better behave this evening, Samuel.” Jess scolded him.

“Yeah yeah. I will if he will.”

“Sam, we invited them, so play nice. It is just one evening.”

“Yes ma’am” Sam replied.

Around 6:45, Y/N heard a knock at her door. She was expecting Jess, but when she opened the door, she saw Dean. He was wearing a simple flannel and jeans and boy, did he look good. She wiped those thoughts away and smiled at Dean.

“Hey Dean! I am almost ready. Need a few more minutes. Come in.”

“Hey. No rush. Just wanted to talk to you before we left.”

Y/N looked a little puzzled.

“Oh? What do you want to talk about?” Y/N was putting on her ear ring using the mirror in the foyer. Her back to Dean.

“Um, wanted to see if it was okay with you and Matt for me to join. I can drop if you guys feel uncomfortable.”

Y/N turned back to face him. She didn’t understand where this was coming from.

“Dean, that is totally fine. Thanks for checking with me. It will be fun. Also, Matt is not joining us this evening. He is otherwise occupied” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes and turned around to put on her other ear ring.

Dean was relived to know that Matt wouldn’t join. After what Sam told him, he didn’t really care much about that douchebag either. He didn’t ask her more about why Matt couldn’t join them.

“Ok, I am ready. Ready to head out?”

Dean took a few seconds to admire her. She dressed simple, but she made her outfit look amazing.

“Yeah, let’s go see if Sam and Jess and ready too.”

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The evening started out great. All four of them hit a few bars and drank and danced their worries away. Especially Y/N. She let loose. Jess challenged Y/N to drink to every drink she had. And that turned into a friendly competition and both women were very tipsy by the time they hit their third or fourth bar. Sam and Dean soon realized that it was time to get some food to soak up the alcohol.

Jess and Y/N were giggling all night and just having fun. Dean was amused every time he looked at Y/N. He wished he met Y/N sooner because he would have asked her out. No doubt. But we can’t always get what we want, right?

They wanted to make their way to a restaurant to end their night and eat something. Y/N and Jess wanted to drink a little more and dance and kept calling the men party poopers.

“Ladies, you both need to eat. We had been drinking for 3 hours now.” Sam scolded.

“Booo!” Jess yelled.

Y/N parroted her and yelled “Yeah, Booooo!” towards Dean and broke into a fit of giggles.

Sam and Dean both sighed and somehow convinced them. Y/N understood and reasoned with Jess.

“Girl, we need food. I am hungry. I am sure they serve wine there.” She winked.

“Aww, I don’t want the night to end. I never get to hangout with you. Which is weird. We were friends in college and now we are neighbors and we never did this before.”

Y/n felt bad. Matt always made plans for her and never let her hangout with Sam and Jess. Sensing this Jess straightened up.

“Sorry, that was uncalled for.” Jess replied groggily.

“No no, don’t apologize. We will do this again. I promise” Y/N told Jess and gave her a hug.

This conversation warmed Sam and Dean. Dean especially. He knew it was Matt that held her back, but he was glad Y/N was letting some steam out and spending time with Jess. It looked like she needed this.

At the restaurant, they got a booth. Sam and Jess sat on one side and Y/N and Dean on the other. Y/N felt the warmth coming off Dean. They reminisced over the night’s events and were having fun. During the conversation Dean rested his arm behind Y/N. She could smell the cologne coming off Dean. Not thinking she turned a little to face Dean and smiled.

“You smell so good Dean.” She said almost giddily.

Dean had a smug look on his face and with a grin replied “Thank you, darling.”

Sam cleared his throat as if warning Dean again.

Dean immediately realized the closeness and took his arm off the seat and moved a little away from her.

Jess got up to go use the restroom while you three were finishing your food. She got back to the table a few minutes later very sober and a little flustered.

“We need to go home. Now” she said to the table.

“Babe, what is the hurry? We still haven’t gotten dessert” Sam replied confused. You and Dean were confused as well. Jess looked at Sam and subtly pointed at something behind her with her eyes. Sam followed her eyesight to where it was pointed. Sam tightened his jaw.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Sam replied.

Dean and Y/N were confused, but obliged. Sam and Dean went to the front desk to settle the check. Y/N felt the need to use the bathroom.

“Guys, I will be right back. I need to use the restroom.”

“No Y/N wait..” Jess stopped her, but it was too late.

Y/N turned around and immediately got a glimpse of Matt at one of the booths. Y/N was not sure, but she squinted her eyes and he wasn’t alone. He was with Lisa. Your maid of honor. They both were cozied up in the booth facing her and even before she could realize what was happening, they started making out heavily.

The air got knocked out of Y/N. The blood drained from her face. Jess immediately came to her side to hold her. Sam and Dean saw what was happening and walked over to the girls. Dean was worried to see Y/N in such state. He looked at what she was looking. He saw two people playing tonsil tennis with each other. He looked at Sam for an explanation.

“That’s Matt.” That was all he needed to hear. He went to Y/N’s side and tried to get her to talk. She was honestly scaring him. She was in shock.

“Sweetheart, hey! Look at me. Let’s get out of here. Okay?” He was trying to get to her.

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Y/N’s POV:

Your blood was boiling. Internally you were screaming and you wanted to pounce on Matt and Lisa. But you were unable to move. You weren’t blinking, trying to make sure you were seeing things right. Dean’s voice broke you out of your trance. You looked at Dean.

“You…you guys got my back?” She asked shakingly.

Sam and Jess looked at each other not understanding what you were asking. But Dean immediately understood.

“Absolutely” replied Dean. That is all you needed to hear.

You straightened your stance pulled the engagement ring from your left hand and marched over to their table like a woman on a mission. Dean, Jess and Sam followed you. You made eye contact with Matt and Lisa.

“You two. Outside. Now!” You said in a calm voice and slammed the ring on the table and turned to walk away.

Dean was right beside you and opened the door for you. You didn’t want to make a scene inside the restaurant. A lot of people were having a good time and it wasn’t fair to them.

Once the cool air hit your face, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Sam and Jess immediately came to your side and Dean never leaving your side.

“Are you ok Y/N?” Jess asked. Honestly your calmness was scaring her.

You smiled at her and shook your head yes.

Matt and Lisa showed up a few minutes later walking towards you. Lisa cowering behind Matt. When they were close enough. You looked at Matt.

“How long?” was all you asked calmly.

“Y/N…” Matt started to say.

“HOW LONG?!” you yelled at this point.

Matt flinched at your tone. Honestly everyone around you flinched, but you didn’t care.

Matt put his head down and mumbled something.

“What?” you asked as you couldn’t hear.

“Over a year” Matt said a little louder. You felt like someone slapped you. You were mad at him for doing this, but you were even more mad at him for how he manipulated you and gaslighted you even after he started the affair. The nerve on this guy. He was fucking someone else behind your back. Your maid of honor no less.

“Then why did you propose to me?” You yelled.

Matt put his head down unable to answer. And that answered your question.

“Oh god, it was proposal out of guilt isn’t it?” you questioned. When he didn’t answer you yelled “Isn’t it?”

Matt shook his head and lifted his head to look at you.

You took a deep breath and pointed at him.

“I want you to come get your shit from my apartment tomorrow. They might be in the hallway, or near the dumpster. I don’t know yet.” You told him. Spitting venom.

“And you” you pointed to Lisa. “I trusted you. You could have done the right thing and told me. But you didn’t. And you even lied to me. You volunteered to be my maid of honor. I never want to see your face ever again. Understood?”

Lisa nodded her head and cowered even further behind Matt.

“Heh, I should have realized what a manipulative bastard you are Matt. But I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. Ignored all the red flags. But that one is on me, isn’t it?” Your voice waivered at the end.

Dean got beside you and placed a hand on your lower back. Telling you silently he got you. Jess placed he hand on your shoulder and Sam was right behind you and Dean. They got your back and you didn’t want to spill any more tears for this son of a bitch! Literally.

You turned to Dean.

“I want to go home Dean.” You said quietly.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Dean gave Matt a dirty look and guided you out of there. Jess and Sam silently followed.

You were walking slowly and started to shiver a little. Dean put his arm around your shoulder. You were glad he was there. You slowly brought your hand around Dean’s torso from the behind and snuggled into him. For warmth, for comfort, for support. And it felt good. Dean did not complain one bit.

“I got you Y/N. I got you.” Dean reassured and kissed your temple.

How you got home was a mystery. You got into your apartment and sat on the couch silently. Dean sat beside you holding you. Sam went to get some water for you. Jess crouched to your eye level. A sad smile on her face.

“How are you feeling?” Jess asked you.

“I want to be alone.” You replied. Jess looked at Dean and then Sam. Sam shook his head a no, not comfortable leaving you alone in this mental state.

“Y/N I don’t think it is good for you to be alone at this time.” Jess tried to assure you.

You shook your head no and said “Please I just want to be alone. With my thoughts. Please” you pleaded with her.

“But…” she was about to put her foot down when Dean stepped in.

“How about I stay with you Y/N?”

You turned your head to him “You don’t have to Dean. It’s ok. I won’t do anything irrational, if that is what you all are worried about.”

Dean felt bad. “We don’t want you to be alone in case Matt comes back. Doesn’t he have a key?”

You nodded your head yes. “See, just for your safety I’ll stay here. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

For some reason you felt better knowing someone will be close by. “Okay” you replied silently.

Jess smiled and said “Good.” She squeezed your knee as an assurance. “That’s settled. When you wake up tomorrow come straight to our place for breakfast.” That was an order. You nodded your head yes.

“Heads up, this guy snores like a bear.” Jess said pointing her thumb at Dean.

“Hey! I don’t snore.” Dean defended.

You chuckled a little. Thankful for them trying to cheer you up. You took Dean’s hand in your hand and looked up and Jess and Sam. “Thanks for having my back today. That wasn’t a pleasant situation to be around.”

“We always got your back Y/N.” Sam assured you with a smile. Dean squeezed your hand and said “I got you. Always.” Silently.

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sidney's birth

in september of 1992, simone severin sat in the center of a circle surrounded by her friends and family and oohed and ahhed as she pulled a pink onesie from a pastel wrapped box. she heard the click of a nearby camera as she checked to see who it was from; her work friend abigail at ktla. "oh abby this is so precious!" it was the last present and so far, simone had recieved enough blankets, clothes, and toys to last a lifetime. her sister bridget gotten her makeup and perfume.

to be honest, simone didn't want to have a baby shower today and be surrounded by people. she felt like a whale squeezed into a dress, her feet were swollen and felt like sausages in cases, and the baby was kicking up a storm, but her mom and sister flew from new orleans to los angeles to be here, and abigail along with her sister bridget organized the whole affair so here she was surrounded by her co-workers. even johnny's friend nicolas cage came by to drop off a present. he was in the kitchen sharing a beer with johnny and her brother in law terrance.

simone tried to take in what all the women around her were saying about babies and childbirth, the debates over natural childbirth versus one with the epidural, and it was then when she felt it. like she had sat on a wet seat. her water broke. "hey girls, i hate to interrupt but... my water just broke." johnny's head perked up when he heard the phrase "my water broke" and went straight into action. johnny was freaking out, the baby wasn't supposed to be due for another two weeks and they hadn't even decided on a name!

the guests filed out of the house to give the little family some privacy. everyone was piled into the car (and it was a tight squeeze with three extra people; bridget was sitting on her husband's lap) as johnny broke just about every traffic law getting there, so he shouldn't have been surprised when he heard police sirens. "damn," he muttered as he unwillingly pulled over on the curb and the police officer got out of the car. he rolled the window down. "sir do you know how fast you were going? this is a school zone."

johnny resisted the urge to roll his eyes; there were no kids present, no one in front of him as school had been in session for five hours now. "i know, i know, i'm sorry, but my girlfriend's in labor and we're just trying to get to cedars-sinai." at this point, simone's contractions were closer together and a lot more painful and she let out something that sounded like a groan and a yell mixed together. the officer looked further into the car and saw simone severin, his favorite traffic reporter, who was clutching her huge bump and her eyes were squeezed shut. the officer remembered when his wife was in labor fifteen years ago, in the middle of the night, how hectic it was just getting out the door.

"i'll let you off with a warning. just remember to use your turn signals and follow the speed limits." johnny breathed out a sigh of relief as he thanked the officer profusely who just waved him off and congratulated him. johnny took off when the police car rounded the corner in the other direction, and after fifteen minutes, they finally made it to the hospital.

"okay, terrance, momma and i got it from here. just find a place to park so you don't get towed." johnny didn't want to leave simone but he also couldn't afford to have the car towed at a time like this. "or i can park the car and y'all can go on ahead." terrance, always the quick thinker and voice of reason, calm in the face of a storm (in a literal sense as well).

johnny handed him the keys as he, bridget and evangeline helped simone through the front doors. by this point, simone was in pain, she crying and her forehead was covered in sweat as she squeezed her sister's hand. "johnny! it hurts so bad! i swear she hates me!" he dropped the clipboard on the empty seat as bridget and their mom filled out the information so johnny could comfort her; simone grabbed hold of his and and squeezed again. "no no no, sweetheart, the baby doesn't hate you, i promise. she's just excited that she's gonna meet her momma, that's all."

soon the doctor came with a wheelchair and johnny followed behind while bridget and evangeline stayed behind in the waiting room. simone was in such a state of pain, she didn't notice other nurses rushing into the room, didn't notice a nurse stripping her clothes off and putting her in a hosptial gown. by the time she opened her eyes, she was sitting up in the hospital bed, johnny by her side who giving her tender kisses to her temples. the doctor took a peek under her gown before declaring it was time to push.

simone pushed with all her might, screaming and crying as she did so, holding johnny's hand so tightly he felt that it might break. "okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10." simone let out a deep breath as her head flopped back on to the pillow before saying, "i can't do it, i can't do it! she's just gonna have to stay there for the rest of her life!" she knew she was being unreasonable, but it was the truth! it hurt so bad and there was no time for an epidural.

this baby is coming, and fast. "miss severin, i see the head. i need to take a deep breath and keeping pushing. and...go! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! baby girl is halfway out and she's so pretty! keep pushing mama!" the nurse counted to ten again and the baby was almost completely out: legs, knees, ankles and finally feet. a loud cry that wasn't simone's pierced the air; the nurse held the baby in the air so simone could get a good look. "all ten fingers and all ten toes. we're just gonna get her cleaned up a bit before the hand off." another nurse came and got the baby who was then taken into the corner where two nurses wiped her down, took measurements and then swaddled her.

soon simone and johnny were reunited with their small daughter. she was the most spectacular thing, and so beautiful. she had a covering soft dark curls on her head and her skin was two shades lighter than simone's. she'd stopped crying as soon as a nurse placed her on her mother's chest and her eyes were closed.

the nurse left them alone and said she'd come back to show simone how to breastfeed. "we still need a name for her," whispered simone. while she loved the name johnny picked out, arielle didn't seem to fit anymore now that they can actually see her. during her pregnancy, simone listened to a lot of jazz music, the stuff she grew up listening to on her parents' record player. when she and her sister were little girls, they'd sneak from their room in the middle of the night to see their parents slow dancing in the living room. she missed home, missed new orleans terribly, and the music was a way of being closer to home, just like she was in her childhood home as she cooked.

home... jazz music... sidney bechet... "how about sidney? sidney evangeline?" evangeline is her aunt's name, the name of the woman with bridget in the waiting room. evangeline and her husband henry had raised her and bridget when their own mother couldn't be bothered to do it, and plus she thought the name was beautiful. the baby let out a small sound even though her eyes were still closed, as if the name pleased her; johnny tried the name out for himself. "sidney evangeline. sidney evangeline depp."

it sounded perfect to him. "it's beautiful. she's beautiful. you're beautiful." simone was tired johnny held her while she slept; he walked around the room as he held sidney. "sidney, can you open your eyes for me?" johnny was met with the biggest brown eyes he'd ever seen and they were perfect. "hi sidney, i'm your daddy."

he sat in the chair as he told her how he met her mother. "and no matter what mommy says, she asked me out first." a while later, simone woke up and a nurse came in to show her how to breastfeed, and when she got the hang of it, johnny gave the information about sidney to the nurse to print on a birth certificate before everyone came to see sidney and simone.

after everyone had seen sidney and held her and took pictures, johnny asked a nurse to take a picture of just the three of them. they don't know it yet but they will be in for the ride of their lives in the next 31 years.

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staytiny-angel · 2 years

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Shall We Play a Game?

Rating: M

Pairings; "Hangman" Adam Page/Female OC (Ava Grace Page), Finn Balor/Female OC (Violet Balor), Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins, Austin Theory/Damien Priest

Warnings: Swearing, Seth being Seth

Summary: Ava and Adam are about to leave on their long awaited Honeymoon.

Authors Note: This story takes place in the Emoverse a shared universe created by myself, @rowina-blck and @swifteforeverandalways This part was Cowritten with Rowina

I've tried to write this so that no prior knowledge of the Emoverse is needed but in case I missed something AEW and WWE are currently in the middle of a "World's Collide" Event, Violet Balor is Rowina's OC, the wife of Finn Balor, the two have a baby girl named Raven and she is my OCs Best Friend. Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch and Drew McIntyre are a committed throuple, If you have any questions just shoot me an ask.

"Finally" Ava said as she packed her bags,"I can't believe it took six months for Tony to approve our Honeymoon"

"With the invasion going on we're lucky he's letting us go now,Sugar" Adam repiled from his spot on their bed

"I told him if he didn't I would make his life a living hell" She said locking the last suitcase and jumping on the bed to snuggle in her husband's arms.

"Hawaii here we come" Adam said, nuzzling behind his wife's ear "I've got plans for you, Sugar" he half growled directly into her ear making her shiver.

The next day at Monday Night Raw, the pair was sitting in catering with Violet and Becky waiting for their turn to go on.

"I'm gonna miss you!" Violet said to her pseudo sister and fellow Judgement Day member. "A whole month Ma Cherie Who's going to help me keep Austin and Damien in line?" “Maybe Athena’s up for a company switch” Ava laughed, Raven babbling on. “I cannot believe this little thing is almost two” Adam hugged her close. “I know” Violet kissed her head. “Are you thinking of having kids?” Adam and Ava looked at each other and nodded "We've talked about it but we're not ready right at this moment" Adam said bouncing Raven on his lap and smiling when the toddler giggled and tugged on his scruff

"Honeymoons are mysterious things" Becky said on a laugh "You better be prepared"

"You just got here and your already leaving for a month!" Seth said loudly as he dropped into a chair at the table. “Sorry Dad” Ava giggled. “Just know I have Nicky on speed dial to guilt trip you”

“That’s evil”

Violet laughed as Austin entered being carried by Damian.

“Judgment Day wins!” He cheered. “And you did nothing” Ava teased "Hey! Cheerleading is a very important part of the whole winning routine" Austin says as Damien took a seat, and Austin sat on his boyfriend's lap.

"Hawaii, sis? Cliche much?" Austin said to Ava with a smirk

"Hey! It was good enough for literally everyone at this table" Ava says "We're gonna have fun, see the sights"

Adam covered Raven's ears and murmured "All the sights we can see from the bed and the hot tub"

"HEY!" Seth yelled "No innuendos about my daughter"

“Overprotective much?” Violet teased. “Silence” “Stop being naughty Moi Chaton, or I may have to punish you” Ava laughed while Adam looked horrified “You didn’t know my wife was Seth’s dom back in the day?” Finn tease

Adam blinked "No that was not something I was aware of" he says very primly "I knew they were together but not like that"

"It's disgusting, she's my sister and he's practically my dad. I don't like to think about how they used to bone" Ava said with a grossed out expression on her face

"Can we change the subject there are children present" Becky said laughing

"And on that note we're out of here" Ava said. I need to kick Britt's ass one more time before I bounce.

"Please do after that neck comment towards my little sister" Seth practically growled Violet crossed her arms and nodded. "If you need Judgement Day to make ourselves known we will be at the ready"

"Family? See you later" Ava leaned of and softly kissed her husband before heading to the gorilla position as Dionsyus by BTS blasted out into the arena and the boos started. She didn't give a fuck that the WWE Universe seemed to hate her, it didn't even matter that Britt was a heel too. No one. But no one fucked with her family especially her Aunt Saraya after all the work she'd done to come back to the sport she loved so much.

And after? Well 31 days in bed with her husband sounded like an awfully good reward.

#Shai's Kinktober 2022 #Shai Writes #Shai writes with Rowina

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mickgaydolenz · 2 years

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here is my dream, madam, please buckle up. it is fcking weird.

I was laying in my bedroom, it was nighttime and all of my lights were off. I was in staring at my ceiling while I picked and the wood of my bedframe and then my door opened and (this isn't even gonna sound real feel free to think I'm lying) Michael Jackson came in. wearing his red thriller suit, and he sat on the end of my bed and smiled at me (I think he smiled I couldn't tell all my lights were off) and he said. "alright, are you ready to go?" in his nic little Michael Jackson voice so I sat up and went to my dresser to and got dressed (JUST NOW REALIZING I CHANGED IN FRONT OF HIM UGH GROSS) and he took me outside to a car full of people and the radio was on really loud (OH WAIT I NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT WHAT I PUT ON) (it was actual clothes that I own it was my Grateful Dead long sleeve shirt with my Hawaiian lemonade shirt over it and my pants that I painted things all over and I loved it so much I'm literally wearing that outfit right now) but I sit in the passengers seat and Michael gets in the drivers seat and smiles at me🥺like dude this was the sweetest most sincere smile I've ever received I don't even find him attractive but I blushed🥺and then he said "guys! This is Raya! she's gonna hang out with us tonight!" then PUNCHED THE GAS AND WE STARTED GOING LIKE SIXTY MILES AN HOUR IN A NEIGHBORHOOD and I kept trying to get his attention but the people in the back seat were really loud and the radio was still on so eventually I tapped him on the shoulder and told him to slow down and asked him where we were even going, and he said an art show and he was going the speed limit, but still slowed down and then started telling me about the art installments they he did and how excited he was to show me,and when we got there it was the typical thing y'know. all white with weird modern art but whenever Michael showed me one of his it was either super cool or super weird, like the one that I personally thought was cool was his Christmas tree made of recycled milk cartons complete with a soda can grinch, and we eventually lost his friends and it was just him and I wandering the installments and laughing occasionally, but his arm was around my shoulders?? I didn't think anything of it though because I do that with all my friends, I'm very affectionate so I just thought he was reciprocating, then we stopped at one that was that weird space cowboy of Miek Nesmith he did in the 80s or 70s I don't know for sure and we looked at it for a while and I told him who it was and stuff, then we turned around and MIKE was standing there holding a glass of champagne and he smiled and said "I'm glad you like the picture, it was for my album lost in my bathroom, but I never ended up using it. the wives said it sounded weird. have you met my husband?" and Michael (Jackson) and I just froze, uhm. Mike had a husband?? so out of pure curiosity I said I hadn't met his husband. guess who it was. seriously. take a second and guess........IT WAS FCKING RINGO STARR. but like young 20-something Ringo with creepy 45-year-old mike which made Michael (Jackson) and I both look at each other like 👀, because that looked a bit sketchy, but nonetheless introduced ourselves and were polite, but the worst part was when Ringo went to leave Mike grabbed him by the shoulder and gave him THE SLOPPIEST KISS I'VE EVER SEEN AND MICHAEL AND I JUST LOOKED AT EACH OTHER WITH FEAR AND SHOCK, AND RINGO DIDN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE HE ENJOYED IT, BUT MIKE'S CREEPY ASS SURE AS HELL DID BECAUSE WHEN HE WALKED AWAY HE WAS SMIRKING AND I NEARLY FCKING DIEDDDDD. so Michael and I got the fuuuck outta there and just started talking nonstop about how CREEPY that was. Michael said at one point "that Ringo kid definitely isn't there willingly." and I just nodded, then we stopped at a portrait of a naked lady draped across some bed and we giggled, which made old people glare at us, so we left, then when we found his friends we decided to go get some food, and went to a Denny's. and the people who worked there all had blue hair, and Michael held my hand from across the table?? then I woke up

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH RAYA WHAT THE FUUUUUUCKKKK AHAGAGAGAGAHAGAGAGAAGAGAGGAGAGAGWGAHAHAHAH

i’m fucking. crying. sobbing. what the fuck dude 😂!!!!! okay, okay, fuck, mj taking you on a maybe date(?) to a fucking art gallery!?!? incredible, what a guy. BUT!!!!! 40+ MIKE NESMITH WITH 20 SOMETHING RINGO 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 BROOOOOOOOOO 🤮. the horrible. sloppy kiss. really hammered the yuck factor home…..

p.s my twin had a dream with mj once. he was helping them solve a murder….

#raya’s dreams :)#the mikes in your dreams are so cursed raya….#but also….not your dream low key high key being accurate. because mike’s third wife was like 20??? when they started seeing each other….#and he was……40 😩#rhubarb asks

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ticoryblues · 1 year

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Okaeri BkDk Day 6

Sick day/ Family/ Missed calls

Katsuki sat at the hotel desk and set his iPad up for a video call. Guessing by the amount of missed calls, he wasn’t escaping that easily.

Katsuki was currently overseas for a mission and his husband, the ever dramatic Izuku fell sick the moment Katsuki reached the other end of the world (literally).

Katsuki straightened as the call connected, Izuku’s back greeting him. The green haired man was currently curled up on their bed under a mountain of blankets, booming coughs and dad-sneezes shrieking in Katsuki’s earphones.

“Deku?”

“The number you have dialed is currently—cough— is looking for divorce attorneys.”

Katsuki watched with an amused smile as Izuku’s shoulders convulsed with wracking coughs from straining his throat.

“Deku I’m on a mission here. And it’s two in the morning here.”

“In sickness and— cough — health Kacchan! You vowed!” Izuku sounded miserable, throaty scratchy and dry. He finally turned around to face Katsuki

“Yeah well the villains aren’t too considerate about my marriage vows.”

“Thrash those shitty villains.” Izuku grumbled, rubbing at his red nose.

Katsuki chuckled, “Yes sir. Did the moron come by?”

“Don’t call Todoroki-kun a moron Kacchan. He came by cause you asked him to check on me!”

Katsuki ignored Izuku’s reasonable argument. He had asked the half and half bastard to check in on Izuku and make sure the damned nerd was not dragging himself to work in this state.

As much as it killed his pride to admit, Todoroki was the one person Katsuki would trust to watch his back, second to his husband.

Like family.

But that was a fact he would take with him to the grave.

“Speaking off,” Izuku sniffled, “Todoroki-kun is making soup right now.”

“Good. Now listen you little shit, he’s going to give you a couple of medicines—no arguments Izuku— and shove them down your throat and get some fucking sleep. If I found out you were online scrolling through Pinterest I will make you fucking drink bitter gourd juice when I get back.”

“Virtual Kacchan is also so mean!” Izuku whined, falling into another coughing fit.

“The fuck you mean ‘also’?”

“The soup must be ready.” Izuku changed the topic, head popping out from the blankets.

“I know it won’t be as good as Katsuki’s but I followed his recipe to the last line.” A new voice joined them.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Katsuki ducked below the table. “I don’t want see that bitch’s face.”

Despite what he said, Katsuki had Todoroki on speed dial. He was the one who sent IcyHot to keep an eye on Izuku after all.

“Oh Bakugou! Don’t worry your husband is in great hands. How do you feel, being so far away when Izuku needs you the most?”

If Todoroki hadn’t become a Hero, he would have made an award winning, controversial journalist with his twisted questions and putting words in his mouth.

“Fucking peachy IcyHot.”

“Alright I’ll leave two lovebirds to do your weird phone sex.”

“We do not!”

“Get lost Half and Half!”

Ignoring the two, he scooped up Cracker and her litter box. Todoroki was cat-sitting until Izuku got better and Katsuki came home.

It was just the two of them now.

“Come home Kacchan!” Izuku mumbled miserably.

Katsuki’s heart ached even though he put up a brave front. “Soon nerd. Just a couple more days.”

“Okay.” Izuku sniffled and pouted. “Goodnight Kacchan.”

“Goodnight Izuku.”

Just a couple more days.

—

Katsuki twisted the key slowly, careful not to make any noise. His mission ended early, giving him the perfect chance to surprise his husband.

Setting down the takeout from the diner down the street, he padded into their bedroom.

Izuku was sprawled across the bed, legs sticking out from under the blankets.

Katsuki reached out to brush Izuku’s curls out of his eyes. His forehead was sticky and matted with sweat. Good. It meant his fever was going down.

Izuku stirred in his sleep, blinking slowly. “Kacchan?”

“Tadaima, shitty nerd.” Katsuki whispered in an unbelievably fond tone.

Izuku didn’t bother to greet him, making grabby hands for him. “You’re still sick Izuku.” Katsuki reminded.

Izuku pouted, growling and aggressively emphasising his grabby hands.

And Katsuki has always been weak to the classic Midorya killer secret technique—adorableness.

“Alright. But if I get sick because of you—“

“I’ll take care of Kacchan.” He promised and pulled Katsuki in his arms, smiling widely as he cuddled closer.

Katsuki ran his fingers through Izuku’s hair. “Oh, Okaeri Kacchan. You’re home early?”

Katsuki chuckled. “Now you remember? After getting what you want?”

”Kacchan don’t be mean. I’m sick.”

“Yeah, yeah. Like you said, thrashed those shitty villains quickly and came home quickly.”

“Kacchan, sugoi.” He yawned.

“Yeah. Missed you nerd—Are you wiping your nose on my— don’t get snot on me you little shit!“

#okaeri2022 #domesticbkdkweek #domesticbkdkweek2022 #dkbk #dekubaku #dkkt #dekukatsu #izukatsu #decchan #izkt #bakugou x midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #domestic fluff #married bkdk #deku x kacchan #kacchan #katsuki x izuku

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the-firebird69 · 8 months

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I'd rather GT Bradley what it means is the max and our people that's supposed to get hurt in them that's what Dave was saying and you guys don't get the code but Bradley the one who punched our son in the nose and it also means like Brad and Lee in other words to nail the rebels but only with little brads. And that's what it means and it means something different to the max no they don't really like the car but we like it cuz we use it backwards and people want to see us do it

Frank Castle Hardcastle

It's unreal your own brother did it you kind of knew about it then we get that but he says ultimately he was after us with his robotics in the ships and was starting to see that it's amazing so I might start producing my own version with the Volkswagen bug we have a ton of them Australia

Brad I do see how the original one was and it makes more sense it's very fast in that format but the windows horrendous it's like a hatchback and this way to do it and it looks really cool and make a little window and it stretches back it's intense and it molded a little I said it wouldn't hurt a little bit you going faster than the speed of sound it keeps the line. They might do that too and they're looking at it and it works and the inlet is going to be small and yeah you got a depressurize it and the wheel wells and the size has to be recommended and the offset and so forth strength I don't like it going with a solid top and is reinforcing for the VW so I got almost all of it I'm going to go ahead and try and make one and there's so many Volkswagens here and certain colors go with it yeah yellow does not go with the color that they had it goes with some blue note red goes with red and it goes with dark green and it goes with nothing else

Brad

Nothing Brad and okay talking to myself here said no you're trying to look prettier and prettier and everybody's noticing and Brad's could probably get beat up that's very funny

Becka oops

Oh yeah and no I'm not playing Queen Elizabeth I don't have to look like her that's very fun. I think I like this car and they're trying to get Cannon Ken potato and they're trying to get the big guys and they need some funding they say and they're right there so they'll probably do it this might work yeah he only makes 20% because they're funding it so they like the way he's doing it real cheapo Depot but very high tech and very well done and all aftermarket parts you can order it online this is great these things are really cool but you know what this is going to be a supercar according to modern standard and if they don't let you in the club they're going to lose the race and that's what we're up to you

Sarah

and we shall call her a Queen Sarah

Zues

What the hell yeah it's kind of funny so I'm kind of yelling at him he's going could you stop yelling at me I can't hear a damn thing in this coconut. So we can have a lot of fun but I want to try and get this going I've got his idea and I can get Ken to do stuff and my husband says Ken has to try the seat of the VW bug that's the first goal because his character has a special butt and it has to be treated correctly and we don't want to mess with the goods so I'm going to check it and have security team looking at it

Hera

My security team will look into it and yeah they're watching my ass and someone before it's nice it's cushy and doesn't squish down I'm pretty sure it's a winner it's not like the Porsche when you sat in the Porsche said I can't feel my ass I sat in the VW and I said this is nice it's a good thing to leave the seats

Ken

Go ahead with this idea and it's so cool I have to start now

Joe I'm going to work on your pancake House idea in the big cup of joe these are all things that would sell liquidy split fast as hell and this guy needs tons of money and sitting here looking at him wondering what to do he has put a lumberjack cap on you'll figure it out so we have an investor over there

Literally we are in trouble and we need to do stuff and this is when I did and this is one idea it's really good one this car would fly and then he would make a bigger one for the chassis I was talking about but he has to start with the Volkswagen cuz some sort of psychological Fandango I'm going to start talking like him if we keep doing this but really his brother was talking some real smack and his brother was talking some smack back I can't believe how awful it is but they're both telling their people about it for Christ's sake. So I'd like to move on this car and Ken has the idea and we do talk it's kind of a go ahead permission slip to make money off it because you kind of telling him without saying it and we're moving on it

Mac

It says you can buy a Volkswagen and change it if it gets any money so we buy a Volkswagen for five grand drive around and said I can't stand it people call me German I had to turn it into the sports car that's kind of funny

Ken

Yeah the old stigmatism stigma and we can do it too but really we're going to have a lot of fun this sounds like fun and he wants us on board he's been saying it and it looks like it'll work even during the chaos and speaking of which the huge fleet is moving off and heading towards Tommy f to get the stupid s*** out of here

Black God and Black Goddess

You may think it's funny but we need a purple one we'd like to get it going and you say you need help those Volkswagens would do very nicely out here even the kit with the Hummer it is better because it would be rear wheel drive and works in the dirt all the time and the tires get out of most stuff or you can pull it out I'm going to look into it and into making the kit and he says terrific make the kit over there and sell it over here too we'll set up a factory and it'll be built and you'll be making the profits a lot of it because you'll be the first one to do it I'm going to get going on it now it's great for the sand

Gu Oya we have a crap load of them they are all say this racist stuff and the Humvee is also kind of a racist thing so we're going to go ahead and we're going to put this together we have people over here and Shaquille O'Neal wants to do it and I doesn't know he's already on the code it's been on it for a long time what's out in that western movie with Garth oops Garth he went the wrong way

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