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Recovery - Chapter 27

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Reader reunites with Em in Amsterdam, six months after their breakup.

Tags : Fluff - SMUT

MARSHALL’S POV

He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N. He couldn’t believe she was here, that it was actually her, standing in front of him. She was smiling, looking shy.

Hey, she whispered softly. Happy birthday.

Unable to reply, he immediately pulled her in a warm embrace, engulfing her in his arms. He needed to touch her, to make sure it was real and he wasn’t hallucinating. He held her tight and her face was buried in his chest that was still damp from the shower.

Is this real ? He whispered, his eyes closed.

Very real, she said softly.

Fuck.

He felt a tear roll down his cheeks. It was more emotions than what he could handle : touring for the first time in ages, performing and connecting with the fans, his daughters flying to Europe to surprise him for his birthday and now, Y/N. He had dreamed of this moment for six months, of the time he would finally get to see her. He wanted to fly to Paris to see her after the tour. There was no way he could be on the same continent and not try to see her in person. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not but he had to try. But obviously, she had beaten him to it and she was here. Actually in his arms, her skin against his. For the first time in six months, he felt able to breathe. She looked up and stared at him with watery eyes.

Sorry, he said as he wiped the tears from his cheek.

Is this ok ? She asked as she caressed his cheek with her hand.

Yes, he said as he closed his eyes.

He thought her touch would wake him up from a dream or that, perhaps, he would pass out. But it didn’t happen. He was just met with her soft touch, the sensation bringing him to his knees in a literal sense. He dropped to his knees and held her tighter than ever. In six months, she had gotten even tinier and it felt like he was holding a small doll. He heard people come in the corridor and he suddenly became very aware that he was half-naked, just out of the shower. He got up and pulled her in the dressing room before closing the door.

You’re actually here, he said in disbelief. What… I mean… How ?

Your daughters flew me in, she said with a smile. Happy birthday.

His eyes opened wide. His daughters had arranged for Y/N to come for his birthday ? Even Hailie ? It was the greatest present ever. Suddenly, his faith in God and whatever birthday genie that granted wishes was renewed. Not to mention his gratefulness for Hailie, Alaina and Stevie.

I don’t know what to say, he said, still amazed that Y/N was here.

I do, she said shyly. Marshall, I… I am so sorry that I left. I ruined everything and I am sorry that I put you through hell. And I’m here because… Well because Hailie can be really scary and convincing, but mostly because I love you and I cannot live without you. In the last six months, I have learned that I can stay sober through a lot of things, but one thing I cannot do is stay away from you. I need you, Marshall, because I think you might be the love of my life.

Once again, he found himself speechless. The only thing he was able to do was to pull her in for a deep kiss, holding her tight. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He needed to make sure she was here. She kissed him back with passion. He firmly grabbed her and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the couch. She was straddling his lap as he kept on kissing her.

I love you, he whispered. God, I missed you so much.

I missed you too.

He ran his fingers through her hair and admired her lovely smile. The same smile that had haunted his dreams ever since he had last seen her. They intertwined their fingers, kissing again and again. He was usually spent after each show, but he felt more energetic than ever.

Did you watch the show ? He asked.

I did, she said with a smile. God, you were incredible. No wonder why you have so many groupies.

None of them matter, he chuckled. You are everything, right now.

I’m yours, she replied softly. If you want me, of course.

Of course I want you, he said as he pulled her closer. I will never not want you. I love you so much.

He kissed her softly and stroked her cheek.

Are you sure, though ? He asked nervously. I don’t want to deprive you of anything…

I am, she said. I’ve done a lot of thinking and… Even though I’m a sucker for the white, picket-fence, cliché thing… You’re the one thing I cannot sacrifice. I think that what I want more than anything is stability and safety. You’re my safe space, Marshall. You. Yourself. And this means more to me than anything else.

I love you, he said.

They spent a while cuddling, hugging and kissing as they caught up on each other’s life. He told her about the album reception and the tour and how it was the only thing that had prevented him from drowning in the past six months.

I’m not myself when I’m away from you, he said. If it wasn’t for my girls and music, I would have gone crazy. I hate to admit it but… For the first 6 weeks after you left, I was a vegetable. I barely slept, barely ate, barely showered…

I’m so sorry, she said sheepishly. I never meant to hurt you…

I know, he said softly. I got better. I had Jamal and Talia take care of me. I stayed at their place for a few weeks after you left. Talia basically force-fed me.

They didn’t mention that, she said as she squinted.

I told them not to, he shrugged. But yeah, I owe them a lot.

So do I, she said. They’re the best. And I am so thankful that they took care of you. I just want you to be happy.

I’m alright, he said with a smile. Much better now that you’re here, obviously.

He kissed her forehead. Having her in his arms felt like everything was alright in the world. She was his medicine, the answer to his prayers. In this instant, he made a secret vow to himself. Whatever it took, he would never, ever let her go. As they cuddled some more, she told him about her life in Paris and how depressed she’d been. His heart sank as she talked about the dark thoughts she had, how tempted to use again she’d been. But thankfully, she had managed to stay sober. This made him proud and impressed. In the same situation, as early in her journey, it was almost a miracle. Or at least, he wouldn’t have been able to prevent himself, had the shoe been on the other foot. He looked at her with love and admiration.

You’re so strong, he praised her. You can be proud of yourself.

It’s only because I thought of you. You kept me sane, she said softly as she pointed to the sobriety pendant. It’s the thought of you that kept me safe.

I love you, he said emotionally.

Knowing that she had never stopped thinking about him gave him peace of mind. In the six months they’d been apart, he had imagined her with other men countless times. He imagined her being courted by every motherfucker in Paris. He thought that, in no time, she would forget about him. Thankfully, he was wrong. She remained his. He whispered sweet words in her ear as he stroked her hair. There was no way he would ever get enough of this. Time seemed to have stopped. However, they were disturbed by a knock on the door.

Marshall ? He heard Paul’s voice say. Time to go back to the hotel.

Coming, he said. Give me a minute, I’ll meet you in the car.

He kissed Y/N one last time, his forehead resting against hers.

Do you have plans for tonight ? He asked.

You’re the plan, she said with a giggle. I have a room on the same floor as you, in case you want me out of your hair, though.

No way, he chuckled. I’m not letting you out of my sight. Everyone’s having dinner in my suite. What do you think ? Do you want to join ?

Sure, she said. It’s your birthday after all. We can do whatever you want.

One word of you, though, and I’m kicking everyone out, he said.

It’s your birthday, Marshall. You should celebrate.

I already celebrated with the girls this morning, he shrugged. And I have the most amazing present right here. I don’t care about the rest. For all I care, we can ditch the whole thing.

I’m fine as long as I’m with you, she said.

So you’re staying with me ? He asked.

As long as you want me to, yes.

Forever, then.

He kissed her and got up in order to find a tee-shirt and a hoodie. He was on cloud nine. He usually had the biggest endorphin release after a show but this time, it was even bigger. As soon as he was ready, he got his things and grabbed his girl by the hand as they headed to the car. Everyone was waiting for them next to the cars that would take them to the hotel. He spotted his daughters and gently let go of Y/N to go and hug them.

Happy birthday, Dad, Hailie said with a smile.

Did you enjoy your present ? Alaina asked with a huge grin. It was either that or a tie…

You’re absolutely incredible, he told them. I don’t deserve such amazing daughters.

Of course you do. You’re the best Dad, Stevie said.

I love you, je chuckled. Thank you so much.

We love you too, Hailie replied.

He chuckled and grabbed Y/N’s hand again. At that moment, it didn’t matter that the whole crew was watching them. For all he cared, they could snap pictures and sell them to the press, nothing could keep him from her. Everyone got into the cars. He rode to the hotel with Paul, Y/N and his daughters. His daughters were talking as he simply enjoyed Y/N’s presence next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder as their fingers were still intertwined. He caught Paul staring.

You could have told me, his manager said with a smile.

Well, Paul, there’s a shit ton you don’t know about, Marshall replied with a grin.

Good to see you again, Y/N, Paul said politely.

You too, Paul, she smiled shyly.

He shook his head and chuckled. Paul had never failed to show his disapproval of Y/N, especially from the time they were photographed together. On a number of occasions, he had also voiced his concerns about her suddenly coming into his life and taking a lot of space. It was probably his job, as manager, but Marshall did not care one bit. Paul would have to find a way to be ok with Y/N, because she was here to stay.

When they met everyone back at the hotel, he introduced Y/N to everyone. Obviously, there were a lot of people on the team she had not met yet. She made small talk but she was obviously shy. Knowing her, he didn’t expect otherwise. He gently stroked her back, trying to put her at ease. She seemed a little starstruck by Skylar. He knew she liked her music.

She doesn’t bite, he said softly.

But she’s such a star, she whispered. I can’t be normal !

So you knew her music but not mine ? He asked, falsely offended.

Shut it, she said as she playfully rolled her eyes. It’s been a year and a half. I know all about your music now.

You’re even in it, he chuckled.

I still can’t believe it, she said. And it’s a track with Skylar Grey !

He chuckled and kissed her hair. She was absolutely adorable. He was happy she liked the track, too. He had put his heart and soul in it, it was raw and intimate and it was by far his favorite one on the album. It seemed to be a fan favorite, too.

So I finally get to meet Marshall’s girl, Skylar said as she sat next to them. Hi, I’m Skylar by the way.

Hi, I’m Y/N. I don’t want to be weird or anything, but I have to say I’m a big fan of your work.

You’re adorable, Skylar replied. Dude, how come you never told me you had a girlfriend ?

I have my secrets, he said in an enigmatic voice - of course he was not about to spill the details about their relationship.

Did you enjoy the show ? Skylar asked Y/N.

It was amazing, Y/N said softly. It was my first time seeing him perform. You were incredible, too. Especially for Track 12.

First time hearing your song live, he chuckled.

Wait, you’re the muse ? Skylar asked in excitement.

Shit, he had said too much.

Well, I-I don’t know about that, Y/N said awkwardly.

Don’t worry, I don’t mean to pry, Skylar chuckled. But seeing as he’s been a tyrant about this song, I was wondering who else was to blame.

A tyrant ? Y/N mused.

Oh yes, Skylar giggled. We recorded it at the last minute. I’d heard that the album was done, but I got a call from Marshall in the middle of the night, asking if I could be in the studio in Detroit the next day. I was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but he sent the lyrics via text and, when I read them, I knew I had to get on this, so I hopped in a plane. He was an ass in the studio because he had a very specific idea of how he wanted it to sound, but I’m happy with how it turned out.

That’s amazing, Y/N said. I thought you had written some of it, too.

Not a word. He wouldn’t let me make a single suggestion. It’s very unlike him, you know ? He usually lets me pitch a few ideas, but this time, it was all him.

Well… Me and you, Y/N, he said with a wink.

She blushed and he smiled as he kissed her temple, momentarily forgetting that other people were around. Obviously, his friends didn’t wait long before pointing out his unusual public display of affection.

Is that what turning 52 does to you, Em ? Porter chuckled.

Shut up, man, he said as he rolled his eyes. It’s my birthday, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.

Whatever dude, his friend said. It’s great to have our Y/N back. I’m happy for y’all.

I missed you too, Porter, she said with a smile.

They enjoyed dinner and conversation in the suite for a while and some of the team decided to go for drinks to celebrate the end of the tour. They had planned on staying in Amsterdam a couple more days in order to rest and enjoy the city. At some point, he was left with Y/N and his daughters, chatting and resting in the living room area. He kept the PDA to a minimum with his kids around, but he was still mindlessly playing with her fingers as she was talking to Stevie.

We should let the two of you enjoy your evening, Hailie said with a smile. See you tomorrow ?

Sure, he said. What’s the plan ?

Well we were planning on doing some shopping and visiting museums while you rest and enjoy with your girlfriend, Alaina said. Of course, the two of you are most welcome to join.

You should do it, Y/N told him. I’ll stay at the hotel and let you enjoy it.

You can come too, Y/N, Hailie said.

Are you sure ?

Well, we did have you come all this way, his daughter said with a smile. But whatever the two of you decide to do, you just have to be at the hotel’s restaurant tomorrow at 7PM sharp.

Why ? He asked.

Because it’s your birthday, Dad, Alaina said. Y/N, we’re counting on you. And please make sure he wears something decent. It’s your job now.

Everyone chuckled and he rolled his eyes. He hugged his daughters and thanked them again for the surprise. He was left alone with his beautiful girlfriend. She looked a bit tired.

Are you alright, beautiful ? He asked.

Yes, she said shyly. It’s a lot of emotions, that’s all.

Agreed, he chuckled. Now, how about we go to bed ? Let me cuddle the shit out of you, alright ?

Sure, she said softly. I’ll go to my room and get my things.

She left the room and, after a few minutes, he was overcome with anxiety. What if she didn’t come back ? He was staring nervously at the door for what seemed like ages. Thankfully, she came back after a while, looking somewhat troubled.

Are you sure you’re alright ? He asked.

Yeah, she said. I’m sorry, I think I’m just a little overwhelmed.

What’s wrong ? He asked as he took her hand.

I’m just awfully nervous, she said. I mean… It’s you, you know ? I’m so happy to be here and to be with you but my brain can’t quite process the fact that it’s real. And there were a lot of emotions. I mean, I saw you on stage, and the song, and seeing everyone again after so long…

Come here, he said as he took her in his arms. I’m so thankful that you are here. And there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. You know I don’t bite. Well… Unless you want me to, that is.

She giggled and shook her head.

I think we just need to process, he said softly. How about we start with a warm shower ?

Ok, she said shyly.

He led her to the bathroom and he undressed while she stood there. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Don’t you want to get in ? He asked.

Yes, she said. It’s just that… uhm…

What is it ?

I’m going to be naked, she pointed out.

Well, yeah, he chuckled. So ? We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, you know ?

No, I want to, it’s just… You haven’t seen me naked in a long time. And my body has changed a little. And… I’m shy, she said as she ducked her head down.

My body’s changed too, he said. But no matter how much your body has changed, I still think you are gorgeous. I won’t stare if you don’t want me to. If you want, we can even shower in the dark. I don’t care, really. I just want you close.

She nodded and slowly undressed herself. He tried hard not to look, even though he definitely wanted to. She got in the shower and he turned on the water before taking her in his arms. Being skin to skin with her for the first time in forever was absolutely amazing. Clearly, he was meant to be with her. It was the only explanation for how good it felt. Hot water was pouring over their bodies, as they embraced in contentment. They lovingly washed each other and he got to enjoy every inch of her skin, taking his time. He was in love with all of her and he wanted nothing but to take care of her for the rest of his days. When they were done, he wrapped her in a robe and hugged her.

How do you feel, my love ? He asked. Better ?

Yes, she nodded. So much better.

I’m glad, he said. Now, bed ?

She nodded and went to put her PJs on. He couldn’t help but think it was a shame. He would greatly enjoy being skin to skin with her. Plus, if she was cold, he would gladly warm her up... However, he understood that she was a bit nervous and self-conscious, so he didn’t want to rush her. He put on a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt and they got into bed. They laid next to each other in silence. He found himself nervous, not knowing if it was him or if her nerves were rubbing off on him. Perhaps it was also the fact that he had gotten used to sleeping alone again. He hadn’t been this nervous in bed since his first time sleeping with Kim, more than thirty-five years ago.

I’m so glad you’re here, he said softly.

Me too, she replied. Can I come in your arms ?

Of course, baby, he said with a smile. Come here.

She curled up next to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying her presence.

It feels like I’m home now, she whispered.

So am I, he whispered back. I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’re my girlfriend again.

I am, she chuckled softly. I can’t believe we’re public, too…

Shit, he said as he suddenly realized. I’m so sorry… I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t even ask you if it was ok. Fuck. I’m so sorr-

It’s fine, she giggled. I meant what I said. You’re the love of my life, so I don’t care who knows about us or not. I’m proud to be your girlfriend.

And I’m so proud to be your boyfriend, he said. You have no idea.

Are you ? She mused.

Of course. I’m in awe of you and everything you do, he said. You’re a fucking doctor. And you’ve come so far with your sobriety. And you’re here. And the fact that you exist, being as beautiful inside and out, is proof that there is a God and that he is good. Your existence is as marvelous as the galaxy and you are as amazing as the stars.

Oh my God, she whispered. That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.

She kissed him. At first, it was soft, but as seconds went by, it became more passionate. He was kissing her bruisingly, hungrily. He gently put a hand underneath her tee-shirt, stroking her back. He needed to feel her skin, to touch her. He needed her.

Let me show you how amazing you are, he whispered. Let me make love to you.

Ok, she whispered shyly.

He took his time undressing her and caressing her body, getting acquainted with it again. She had gotten skinnier but she was just as beautiful. He kissed every inch of her, worshiping the goddess that she was. He kissed her passionately as he positioned himself at her entrance, ready to make her his again.

Wait, she said suddenly. Do you have condoms ?

Shit, he said. No. I’m clean, though. Are you ?

Yes, she said. But I stopped taking the pill a while ago.

Fuck, he groaned in frustration.

I’m sorry, she said sheepishly.

It’s fine, he said. I can wait.

Hold on, she said softly.

She took him by surprise by pulling his arm and had him lay on the bed as she straddled him. They were rubbing against each other as she explored his body with her hands. She was running her hands across his chest, gently scratching it. He wasn’t actually in her but the sensation of intimacy was incredible. He gently massaged her small breasts, teasing her nipples just the way she liked, causing her to moan. She was rocking her hips, rubbing against him. He was rock hard and, if she kept on going, he might very well come this way. She started kissing him, from his neck to his chest, to his hips, to his shaft. She gently stroked him, looking at him in the eyes while doing so. He was mesmerized by the vision of her going down on him. Six months without her touch was too much. Nothing else compared. She slowly started licking him, taking her time. His hand was lost in her hair while he was completely dazed. Maybe it was the emotions of the day, the fatigue of the show, his undying love for her or the fact that she gave blowjobs like no one else, but nothing had ever felt this good. He gasped as she took all of him in her mouth and started sucking.

I’m not going to last long, baby…

Come for me, she said softly. I love you.

As soon as the words left her lips, he could not control himself. He came all over her pretty face and chest. The sight of his cum on her was extremely hot. Still, he felt a little bad.

Shit, I’m sorry !

It’s fine, she giggled.

She playfully took some of the cum on her chest on her finger and started licking it. He didn’t know he could be so aroused by this sight, but it drove him absolutely crazy. He pulled her on the mattress and kissed her passionately. She was incredibly hot and he needed to make her his, one way or another. He wanted nothing more than to make her scream his name. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs, asking for permission to go further. He could feel how damp she was. He had missed her scent, the softness of her thighs… He couldn’t resist placing a bite on the inside, causing her to gasp. He chuckled and started licking her, relishing in her taste he had missed so much. He may have had a slice of cake at dinner, but she was the real dessert. Her moans were music to his ears and they only got deeper as he slid a finger inside her. Seeing how wet she was, he immediately added another one. To be fair, he could probably fit two more. He was fingering her as he sucked on her clit, encouraged by her noises. Her thighs were wrapped around his neck, preventing him from going anywhere. Not that he wanted to, anyway. He could feel that she was on edge. He worked his tongue even faster, giving it all he had until she exploded, coming all over his face and chest while she screamed his name. He had to forcefully spread her legs to finally be able to get some air. He chuckled as he saw her face. She looked almost shocked.

You alright, babe ? he chuckled.

God you’re incredible, she whispered as her head hit the pillow.

So I still got it ? He asked with a smirk.

You know you do, she giggled.

I love it when you scream my name, baby, he said with a hint of pride. You’re mine.

Yours, she said softly.

He kissed her forehead and took her in his arms. Both of them were sweaty and messy but he couldn’t care less. She was his. He kissed her gently.

Don’t, she groaned. I think I still have cum all over my face.

I don’t care, he chuckled. You could be covered in dirt, it wouldn’t prevent me from kissing you.

Mmmmh. Still. I don’t want to be messy.

God you’re such a princess, he said as he playfully rolled his eyes. Come on, let’s take a bath.

He went to the bathroom and drew a bath, adding some epsom salts he usually used to recover from shows. With time, he had built his own routine to make it easier on his body. It also worked wonders for post-sex baths. She joined him, looking all disheveled, causing him to chuckle. He engulfed her in a hug and kissed her hair.

I missed this, he hummed.

The sex ?

No, he chuckled. I mean, yes, obviously, but I meant I missed your post-sex face.

I missed you so much, she whispered.

You won’t miss me anymore, he said with a smile. Because I’m going to make sure we’ll never be apart again.

They got in the bath and he sighed in pleasure. Before her, he hated aftercare, but he had obviously missed this. Bathing and showering with her had become one of his favorite activities in the world. Not necessarily because they could have sex, but because he truly enjoyed their intimacy. He gently cleaned her and massaged her back as they soaked in the water.

Thank you for taking care of me, she whispered dreamily as she nuzzled his neck.

From now on, I swear, I will spend my life taking care of you, he said softly. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m not letting you go ever again.

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ornii · 1 year

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Folie à deux

The Madness of Two,

2020, The Grammys.

Your feet pattered the limousine floor as you checked your watch, a slight panic in your face. It was the Grammys this night and with your almost meteoric rise to stardom, this is the first time you’ve felt, Anxious about it. You take a deep breath and relax, slowly letting the world fade around you. It always seems so otherworldly.

It all began with posting a few SoundCloud songs, eventually one blew up and it seems your music name began to make the rounds. Taking that opportunity, you released an album under your name and it spread like Wildfire, big Celebes we’re posting snippets on social media and overnight, you somehow took over the world.

Media deals. Record Labels, Advertisers, all were hounding for you. The next big thing, and it seems it all lead to a climax and here you were. Pulling up to the Grammys, you took a few deep breaths and waited for the door to be opened for you, as your chauffeur did, cameras flashed, cheers and screams were all over the place. You put on a smile and head inside to the main foyer, you were greeted by the obvious managers of said Grammys and was Starstruck by those inside, Multi record winning Artists, people who are considered gods. You were standing with somehow. Your awe was cut off by a voice.

“Mr (L/N)?” They ask, you turn around to a woman with a mic, not a reporter but the woman managing the seating.

“I’m glad you made it safe, if it’s okay with you, you’ll be seated next to Ortega.” She said, you raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Brian Ortega? I didnt know he liked the Grammys.” You say and she chuckles.

“No no, Miss Ortega.” She said; which Just confused you even more, you shrugged.

“Uh, Sure.” You say, you began to mingle, trying to keep up appearances as some of the most influential artists Dawned your presence. Ranging from Movie directors like Spielberg, to Multi Grammy winners like Canadas own, Aubrey Graham, better known as Drake. Ten minutes to countdown you reach your seat and relax. Everyone begins to get ready, and your train of though was on what you would say if you would, could possibly win a Grammy.

“Hey.” A Voice draws your attention and you turn to face it, and your eyes laid upon someone that made the world grind to a halt, all you could see were those beautiful eyes, soft skin and a smile that could make the darkest moments in your life shine like a supernova. and it finally dawned on you, you’re Sitting next to, Jenna Ortega. You remember when Iron Man 3 was released in Theaters, and the Vice Presidents daughter that Tony had to save, that was her! And stuck in the middle! It took moments for you to realize the impact She actually had on you.

“O-oh! Hi!” You day, your voice cracking slightly as you try not to get lost in her eyes. She offers a slight handshake and you take it, not really able to speak.

“Jenna.” She says.

“Y-yeah I’ve seen a lot of your movies I—“ you begin, but stop trying not to sound like a fanboy in front of her. She genuinely smiles at her.

“Thanks. I don’t mean to pry but you are working on more music right? With that much talent you can’t stop right?” She says and you nod.

“Anything for you.” You thought, “Shit that’s creepy why did I say that?! JUST BE COOL.” You think and nod.

“Yeah, didnt think I’d get this far, nice to meet someone my age, makes me less anxious.

“I know, feels kind heavy, doesn’t it?” She says, “All these celebs, kinda feels weird being here.” She says awkwardly. And you build up the courage to utter one sentence.

“It should, you deserve to be here.” You say, it actually catches her off guard and she can only smile and say “Thanks.”, genuinely. You two hush as the ceremony begins. It was fairly uneventful, besides You and Tyler the Creator tweeting memes at each other, before the first set of awards were given, and one of the main four was presented. Best New Artist of the Year, it was heavily contested, Alaina Castillo, Summer Walker, Normani, Giveon. You definitely wanted Giveon, Heartbreak anniversary was your jam. As Keke Palmer took the stage she has the envelope and smiles.

“Good luck.” You hear Jenna say from the side and, that boosts your confidence to levels you couldn’t imagine.

“And the Grammy for Best New Artist goes to… Your Very own! (Y/n) (L/n)!” She says and the crowd explodes, the look of shock was on your face, you rose up being congratulated by many, Jenna claps for you as you approach the stage, still stunned. You take the Grammy with a look of sheer luck and disbelief, you stand there at the Mic and just stand there for a moment.

“Uh- Sorry i had no idea I was gonna be here.” You say and they laugh, you shrug it off.

“Well, I suppose I should say something.. first thing is, well it’s been a crazy year, I went from barley making college payments to buying my parents a new house, cars, anything they could ever want and, it’s all thanks to you all.” Your anxiety was soon filled with sadness and cheers began to bellow.

“You all don’t know how much this means to me, thank you. And, god bless you all.” You raise the Grammy to a rousing applause, you return back to your seat and wipe a few tears. But a tissue was handed to you, but none other than Jenna. You two share a smile and keep the Ceremony going, but I hope you didn’t expect just one.

“Song of The Year! Album of The Year! Record of the Year!” After the third one you hear the song play as you head up with the last one and you take it, and you turn to everyone awkwardly.

“Okay i didnt expect to be up here four times.” You say to more laughter, you try to keep it short and sweet. “Seriously this is becoming a bad trend, I’m just some kid from nowhere, and you all believed in me, and I’m so glad you put your trust in me, in us. My team, my family, my fans, these are all for you.” You hold up the fourth Grammy and as usual it was arousing applause.

Nearing the End of the celebration you walk out of the Grammys with Four, FOUR; in your first appearance there. Two under your arms and to in your hands. You attempt to show them all laughing. But before you can continue you turn around to Jeanna who’s taking pictures of her own and motion her over, to take pictures with you, she rolls her eyes sarcastically as the anxiety and fear washed away to golden confidence. You both pose for the pictures and they flash so desperate for a header and they got one.

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Jenna Ortega? What could this mean for the two blossoming stars?”

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¢αℓℓ мє ωнєη υя ℓσηєℓу ❣ Sung Hanbin

❥𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sung Hanbin x gn!Reader

❥𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k

❥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: some Fluff?, mostly Angst, On and Off Relationship

❥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of food, pet names (sweetheart) and a toxic relationship

❥𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: call me when ur lonely by Alaina Castillo

❥𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ZB1 (mentioned)

❥𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Reader and Hanbin have an on and off relationship, but reader doesn't want to end things with Hanbin despite how toxic their relationship has gotten.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬! <𝟑

"𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚"

Your relationship with Zerobaseone's Sung Hanbin was.....confusing. You both attended the same university and you had actually supported him throughout the entirety of his time on Boys Planet, making sure to vote for him every single time.

You two were......friends? Something more? You weren't sure. You two hit it off well when you first met and became close friends with each other, sharing secrets even some of your other friends and even his group members didn't know about. And that's also how your on and off relationship began.

He loved you, you knew that, and you loved him. Probably more than he loved you now that you thought about it. But due to his strict schedules, leader status and especially his career choice made it difficult to maintain a proper romantic relationship. Of course, this isn't to say he wasn't romantic, cause he was. He'd buy you flowers, buy you gifts and even make you breakfast in the morning. He was a walking green flag, but that's what also hurt at the same time.

Due to his career choice, he'd sometimes say you two needed a break and you'd suddenly have no contact with him for days, weeks and sometimes even months. During these times, you were at your lowest, it was funny and pathetic. He was able to function well without a second thought, meanwhile, you practically fell into a slump.

But then when Hanbin would finally get time to spend with you again, he'd call you and your relationship would suddenly be fixed and pieced back together as if you two never even took a break at all. You didn't care that your relationship was being weakly held together by duct tape, cause no matter how hard you tried, you could barely function without Hanbin.

It was odd, you were never like this with past relationships. After all, you'd break up, feel sad about it for maybe a few weeks and then you'd get back up and move on. But with Hanbin it was different, he was like the best thing that happened to you and was the only thing lighting up your typically boring life. It was pathetic. You felt pathetic, needing him just to function like a normal human being.

Your friends all could see how drained you were of it and how badly you just wanted the relationship to be a permanent thing. No on and off relationship, no breaks for days, weeks or even months. Just a relationship where you had him, where you had full contact at all times. But you (and them) knew that could never happen. Cause Hanbin was out there living his dream and you knew that, you supported that. But at the same time, it was making you fall apart and the duct tape was slowly peeling off.

"𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙝𝙢𝙢"

You sighed to yourself, as another month came to a close. 4 months and still no contact from Hanbin. Well, you couldn't entirely be sad, he was living his dream, and you supported that dream! You couldn't be selfish.

You sat on your bed, scrolling through your different social media's. You followed all official ZB1 accounts, in order to make sure you were supporting Hanbin at all times. When you had the time and weren't needing to study, you'd also attend concerts. But you'd never attend fan meets, cause Hanbin strictly told you not too. You desperately wanted too, just so you could see him during your no contact periods of your weird relationship with him, but you respected his boundaries and knew you couldn't. You couldn't risk his career after all.

You always watched edits of him made by fans and watched all clips and videos uploaded. Anything to fill that emptiness that Hanbin always left you with every time you two went on a break. "You're pathetic, Y/N" You laughed at yourself, shaking your head. You knew that what you and Hanbin had was toxic, it wasn't healthy by any means, you deserved better and you knew that. But you just couldn't bring yourself to end things permanently. You just couldn't.

And that's when your prayers were answered, your phone making a loud "ding ding" sound and the screen lighting up with a text from Hanbin. Your heart immediately began beating faster as you read it. "Wanna meet up, sweetheart?" The text read and you immediately replied, getting up to get prepared.

"𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜"

And that's how you ended up here. At a café not too far from your apartment, wrapped in his arms and his scent. The scent you missed so much. It fulfilled your emptiness that filled your body and you felt energized and like you could take on the entire world.

You immediately drowned out the part of your brain that was thinking rationally, telling you not to get too comfortable cause you could be waiting another long time just to be this happy again. But you didn't care, not right now, you were in his arms and you were taking in all of the love he was giving you. Like the lovesick fool you were.

"How have you been, sweetheart?" He smiled down at you, with you still encased within his arms. You smile up at him, your hands resting on his chest. "I've been good" You lied, but he didn't need to know that. Truth be told, you wanted to tell him everything, about how you so badly wanted to be a permanent thing and just be his for the rest of time and how he'd be yours for the rest of time. But you were thinking selfishly again and you can't do that, Y/N.

"Good, i missed you" He said, pecking your lips and you felt your heart flutter. It felt so nice to see him again, you loved this and you were going to savour every moment you had with him right now.

"𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨�� 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮"

Hanbin and you sat in a booth at the far back of the café, away from prying eyes where you could spend time together peacefully. And to avoid any reporters or fans, so he says.

He listened intently as you talked to him about how the last 4 months have been. From how your classes were going, to things you did with your friends and how studying was going. The way he listened made you feel like the most blessed person in the world, he was the perfect boyfriend, a walking green flag and you were happy that you had him to yourself. Except, you were wrapped around his finger and not the other way around.

"𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙄'𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥, 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣"

Time flew by fast without you two realizing, and to your dismay, it was getting late already and now Hanbin's phone was blowing up from his members and manager asking where he was. "Sorry sweetheart, i have to get going. I promise i'll be in touch, like always, okay?" He smiled at you, kissing your lips before paying the bill and leaving without so much as a second glance back at you.

And there it was again, that emptiness filling up your body. You sigh to yourself, wiping away the single tear that managed to escape your eye. "It's okay Y/N, he said he'll been in touch, you won't have to wait long" You told yourself, mustering up a smile as you left the café and returned back home to your apartment.

The days flew by and a week had passed after your date with Hanbin and once again, you were back to no contact. He hadn't texted or called once like he said he would, but you couldn't think selfishly, after all he was living his dream and you supported it. Right Y/N?

"𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨"

You knew it was dumb to block out your rational thoughts and get your hopes up that this was it, it was the start of you and Hanbin being together forever. And now here you were, back into your normal routine and in that same slump he always left you in.

Your friends had grown tired of it too, they missed that fiery, passionate Y/N. The person who dreamed big and was putting their effort in to achieve that dream. But after Hanbin stepped into your life and made it more colorful, all that color quickly drained away and disappeared when he went incognito and you two went on breaks.

It hurt, you wore your heart on your sleeve and it was like you were wearing his too. At first, you were content with this dynamic in your relationship, it worked. He'd get busy and you'd have to find something else to distract yourself until his schedule became a bit more lenient and he could fit you into it and then it'd repeat itself and that's just how it'd be. But you slowly began to see it draining you more and more, along with that passion you once had going with it.

You started seeing the cracks begin to form in your relationship with Hanbin, began to see the darker side and how toxic this dynamic you two had truly was. But you didn't want it to end, you didn't want to lose him, so you began trying to keep it together. Cover the cracks and act like it wasn't falling apart before your eyes.

It was working.....until it wasn't anymore. And this realization came to you once more when your friend called, her voice stern. "You need to end things with Hanbin, and now you're going to listen." She said, starting the call off strong. You sat there, trying to hide your sniffles as you heard her ramble on.

"He is ruining you Y/N, this isn't healthy. You deserve someone better and he's only keeping this going because it's just a game to him, wake up and see the giant red flags Y/N." She continued, you couldn't deny she was raising good points. She was making you wake up and finally see how you needed to end it. For the better.

"𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚, 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚, 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚. 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮"

"Promise me you're going to end it with him, Y/N" She finally finished, and it was now silent. She awaited your answer and you sat there, sniffling to yourself with your phone sat on the desk in your room on speaker. You knew you should end it with him, you deserved better like she said you did and you deserved to find that passionate person in you again.

But before you could respond, your phone began vibrating again, Hanbin's contact appearing at the top of your phone and you felt the color return to your world again. "Y/N? Hell-" You hung up, answering Hanbin's call. "Hi sweetheart" He said, with a sweet and loving tone to his voice and you smiled, wiping away your tears as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. "Hi Binnie"

Your friend wanted you to promise you'd end it with him, block his number so he couldn't crawl back and move on. Find someone who could actually be there for you and bring back that passionate and fiery person all your friends so dearly loved.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

"𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚"

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

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https://www.tumblr.com/sailorsally/737725921239449600/hear-me-out-they-are-as-far-as-iknow-both

Is this based on Felicia commenting complimentary things on a few of Misha’s IG posts? Because Ruth has done the same (about his hair, for instance) and Alaina commented on his Santa Collins post, too. Everybody adores Misha and it’s so sweet to see! 🥰

(honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he gives gay best friend vibes in that all the ladies seem super comfortable around him in a way that isn’t necessarily having to worry about messy sexual attraction)

Yep, it’s about that! And yes, ladies seem to love Misha and express it a lot too, probably because with Misha they know they can say compliments without Misha having any expectations as men usually do. Big same on the gay bf vibes. We do love a nonthreathening man! Isn’t it funny how Misha being so respectful to women automatically translates to being a gay bestie. And on the deeper level it’s very sad actually :/

Starting to think that the feeling of safety and comfort I get from Misha is a universal experience and others, men and women, also feel this way around him bc I have never seen anyone not GUSH about Misha and how nice he is 🥰

#Ask sally #misha collins

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Blurb: Resident 8- Love Language

Karl Heisenberg

Karl's love language is Acts of Service

For Karl it's hard for him to talk or really express anything when it comes to love. He tries for your sake. He had really had, and that's when he lands on instead of saying he loves you Karl can always show you how much he truly love you. It's starts off with little things around the workshop. things that you had complained that you were out of, or were even missing in your day to day life.

Then it started to get bigger. Karl started to create things for you. Little trinkets of your favorite animals, or things that he had found around the factory that he would either gift to you or made him think of you. He even from time to time will venture out and return with countless amounts of buttercup flowers.

Karl's has a few favorite nicknames for you. Bonnie was the first nickname he called you when the two of your first met. It was a way to piss you off. Driving you over the edge because you were sure what this man was yet. It drove him crazy when you started to fall in love with the nickname Bonnie, so when Kalr started to fall for your the nickname changed to Libeling (German for Darling), a sweet endearment that Karl hadn't said in years, or frankly to anyone else around him. "Libeling can you get me that hammer over there." He said one day. It had nearly slipped out of his mouth without even thinking. "What's Libeling?" You asked a few days later. He thought for moment, an expression of doubt and worry behind the older harsh lines on his face. "Well in English it's Darling." He answered a gruffness behind his words. You couldn't help smile even if he was already walking away from the conversation. The third and the most recent he had started calling you was Buttercup. In almost every conversation instead of your name coming out it was Buttercup. "Buttercup, will you come with me to Mother Mirandas meeting today?" ... "Buttercup can you fetch me that." He'd say pointing over in a general area. You loved the feeling that he had gotten so comfortable with you he wasn't saying your name anymore.

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Alaina Dimitrescu's love language is gift giving.

After the initial few that she might string you up and drain you of your blood, it's easier to see Alcina for the person she truly is. A wealthy women hidden behind a facade of scariness. But for the reality of who Alcina was. She was the most caring and loving person out there. That you had met at least. She loved to dress you up and give you all the things you would never be able to find out in the real world.

From a whole new wardrobe, to all the supplies you could ever need in whatever you loved to do. If iy was Art then she had all the best frame, paints, and brushes were at your disposal. If you enjoyed the master of writing then there was a typewriter in your room within the day, with lots and lots of paper to help you along the way. Anything your heart desired she was willing to give to you. Anything that money could buy her, you had.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's had some favorite nickname for you. Some would say that the only thing that Alcina Dimitrescu would name a person would be her pet. They all saw her as the uppity personality who walked around thinking shows better than everyone else.

She did seem that way, but when she came up with nicknames for you she was drowned in love and hope. So, Alcina called you her sweetness. She may have tricked you once or twice to let her lap up the blood that came out of her small wounds from your sewing accidents. Bubba, she loved this one. She wasn't sure how it came about, but watching your cheeks get red with embarrassment as she said it in front of her three daughter made her chuckle every single time. "Bubba come sit in my lap for me." She said, her daughter surrounding her like flies. You were shy to walk over. But she was quick to hush any concern away from your face as she gave you sloppy kiss. Dragging you far away from the thoughts of her children or your embarrassment.

Ethan Winters

Ethan's love language is Physical Touch

Ethan after everything he's endure can't help but want to protect you. So for him that leans into being a physical person. He's sure to keep you in his eye no matter what's happening around him. Ethan's got some bad paranoia just based on the events that have happened to him. Regarding to anything else Ethan Winters is the sweetest and most loving man you have ever met. He's always there for you, and the two of you have no secrets. Telling each other everything, is important base for the two of you. Ethan doesn't want you to feel like you can't come to him, and you don't want Ethan to feel like he can't come to you with anything. Overall you guys are a lovesick couple who can't seem to get enough of each other. (You're the couple that everyone else around is like 'get a fucking room already')

Ethan's got a few nicknames for you. Ethan loves giving nicknames it's just a thing he does. If you guys have kids, except that he won't use their birth names unless they have gotten themselves in trouble. For you on the other hand there are a hand full of nicknames he uses during a daily basics. As always it's sweet with Ethan, in front of his coworkers, or your friends it's always "Love, can you pass me the drink menu" If you guys have to go to a work related dinner for either of you, or "You just have to tell them what happened this weekend, love!" When Ethan and you are at dinner, or even at home drinking your favorite bottle of wine the nicknames changes. "Darlin' do you mind get up and getting me another glass of wine." He'll ask you, there something about the draw of his word that makes him that much more sexy. Then there's the one that Ethan only uses when in the bedroom, when his soul focus is on you. Making you feel the great high. "You're mine right? Say it Y/n, say you're mine." It always comes out in a blur of words that he ends up spewing out. you can't help but egg him on "Yes, Yes Ethan I'm yours. Only yours."

Chris Redfield

Chris's love language is Quality Time.

Because Chris is gone for long periods of time it's hard for things to be concrete around the two of you. So, when he is home it's nothing but you had him spending time together. Cuddling, and watching movies under fur blankets he buys while out on missions. And sex, there's a lot of sex when he get's home. And honestly you hate when he leaves but love when he comes home. He acts like a savage, tearing clothes and braking things to just get to your bare skin. He leaves the best marks that take months to go away. He calls them reminds of his love for you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Chris has a few favorite nicknames for you. He calls you tootsie when he first gets home from missions. He squeezes you tight in hugs that you can't imagine life without. Nights where you guys comes home and tear each other clothe off he calls you Hot Stuff, he drowns himself in you. And Only if he comes home with a storm cloud above his heads were he's had a partially rough couple of days, weeks, or months does he call you sweets. He just needs something to hang on to during those times and you're it for him

Donna Beneviento

Donna's love language is Acts of service.

Donna loves giving you things, or making you things. You run out of clothes that you loved or miss from the modern world. She there sewing all night to create new things out of your old clothes. You need something comforting she creating long pages of what she loves to call 'art'. She gives you little dolls that creates in your image. She get's almost every detail right, and can't help but give them to you. You're really starting to race up to heron the amount of dolls you have.

Donna has a few favorite nicknames for you. She's only got a few things she calls you. You're her honey. "Honey, would mind bringing me some thread when you come back from town?" She'll ask before kissing your temple and walking down to her room. And beautiful, as much as Donna has a hard time calling herself beautiful she love to let you know just how beautiful you are to her. Nearly every day without fail she calls you beautiful.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore's love language is physical touch.

He can't help that Miranda was so cruel to him. he yearns for the touching and for the words that are spoken between hushed breathes. He yearns for your hands to slip between his. You keep him from freaking out and going full mold. You help him in so many ways just by simply holding him down to the earth's surface. He can't help but fall in love with you overnight when kiss his forehead the first day you met him. It awakens something in him, something mother Miranda could and would never do.

You show him everything that nobody was ever willing to do. You show him the meaning behind love, and the meaning behind falling in love. He can't help but wanna be next to you all the time forever, and for you it's right where you wanna be. Because well Salvatore makes you feel like you're meant to be there.

Salvatore's grown to have a few favorite nicknames for you. At first he calls you his Angel. you have lighten up his world, let him see in 4k so much that why wouldn't you be his Angel. If he wished on a star he would have wished for you. After a few months go by the initial fears wear off, he starts to call you his starlight. You don't understand why until he explain it you. "You are the most brightest and truest thing in my life. I know that you no matter what will always be there for me. And that's why you're my starlight, Y/n." He says, his face is contorted into a half smile and half of fears rejection but it's easily pushed away from you hug and kiss him softly. He calls you puppy by year two of your relationship. "Puppy, will you comes with me to gather experiments from mother miranda today?" He asks, he's dressed and ready to go but he'll wait for you any day of the week. Or other time's it's a simple. "Puppy, I love you so much." As he nuzzle himself further into your hold. It's very endearing for both of you.

Completed on: 01/06/23

Posted on: 01/06/23

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laylabahiti · 1 month

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HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL SEE YOU LATER!

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i joined september 2016 when this was vikrp! i was a junior in college and had been writing indie rp for a minute before that kinda died down, so i took a peek at the tags. vikrp/haisociety/highsociety had the pairs aspect to it back then, so i fulfilled someone's jade thirlwall wc but they went inactive like right after i was accepted asjdfka. i believe the revamp to haisociety happened in december/january, truly a time to be alive. i started as a junior back then and i'm ending as a junior in my second bachelor's degree💀, a homeowner, and within the next couple years, i'll be married and have a kid*. *tbd when we're both done with school and onto other careers

which characters have you written over the years ?

layla, cameron (early days), tobias (early days), katalina, gabriel, mikolas, alaina, dmitri, juliana, ettore, emerson, tamiko, kaira

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

too many to choose from! tbh the aslan/layla/olivier triangle was fun just because of the silly ic drama it caused. i'm pretty sure it was during haisociety when i messaged e about layla/olivier, because layla has the "he helped me, i love him" mentality and we just went with it askdfa, not really planning anything or knowing what would come of it. also love the egypt plotline and anytime those siblings interacted. and the early days of barbie and layla's friendship, how barbie pretty much took layla under her wing and got her out of her shell.

what about other people's plotlines ?

definitely the chaos of england and the murder mystery event. if i remember any more i'll edit this jaksdf

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

no surprise here but layla. in the early days, layla was meek to the point she hardly spoke, took everything literally, and asked too many questions. she developed her voice and learned to be a little selfish in the later years, but she's still a crier.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

the greek invasion. it might have been one of the most well-constructed events i have been a part of. i remember traveling during it and writing replies on my phone just so i didn't miss out. every character was affected one way or another, and that event was a turning point in layla's personality.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

i wouldn't necessarily say edit, but it'd be interesting to see how things would've panned out if layla kissed olivier back and still felt guilty enough to tell aslan.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

egypt<3 getting to see amon's coronation and both of them trying to rectify the family's image. life got way too chaotic over the past year, but i love mine and lina's headcanons

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

late 2018, someone kept sending rude/hateful anons to muns and the main, and everyone banded together to keep hshq alive and well. i submitted a whole essay to the main with my comments not thinking the admins would actually post it and they DID, 2018 was an interesting time here. also in the early days when we started listing how all characters were connected and making full circles of connections, simpler times.

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

you can always reach me on discord! i'm in the hshq server so feel free to add me or message anytime. i have a few socials if you want those as well - if this is farewell, you've earned my real name ajkdlfj. tbh this is probably my tumblr exit, i don't have much time or mental capacity to write full threads and join something new, but this blog will remain.

what else would you like to say ?

hshq is truly the only reason i've stuck around tumblr this long. almost 8 years of my life has been spent communicating with you all! in some of my worst moments, i was able to turn to hshq and escape reality for a bit. i feel like i'm missing a lot but trying to dig up memories from 8 years ago is difficult lol.

#hshqtask059 #my brain is not computing. i did my best <3

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year

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8. birthday wishes.

12:00 a.m.

June fifteenth

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVIE!"

Tyler yells, bursting into the room with two big purple balloons full of confetti and a red velvet cupcake with a single candle on it.

"Do not pop that balloon!" Stevie yells, just before she inches towards it with her stiletto shaped nail.

Rod laughs on the other end.

"Ugh, I would've vacuumed it up!"

"Don't lie on my birthday." Stevie says, rolling her eyes.

"Girl!" She lets the balloons fall to the ground and holds the cupcake in Stevie's direction, "blow it out."

She scoffs. "You're not gonna sing to me?"

"You're such a brat, sometimes." She clears her throat and starts singing.

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday, you little brat....

Happy Birthday to you!

She claps, laughing and making a wish before blowing the candle out, grabbing the cupcake from her and swiping her index finger along it, licking the rich icing off.

"Mm, thank you heffa." She leans down and kisses her cheek.

"You're welcome. I got your presents, but you can't have them until later." Stevie sucks her teeth.

"Uh uh, don't do that. Yo ass in here cup-caking with chocolate daddy, and wasn't worried bout no presents." She turns around and leaves out, closing the door behind herself.

"Presents, huh? Damn... I guess I gotta go out and get you one more thing."

"Oh yeah? You bought me something?"

He chuckles.

"Maybe."

"Damn, it's like that?" He laughs a little louder.

"Precisely, babygirl." She starts pouting, like he can see her.

"Fine. Keep your gifts!"

"Aight, I will. I'ma come check that attitude before I take em back, though." He says, making her stomach drop.

"Huh?"

"You heard me, poppin' off at me and shit," amusement laced in every word, "I got something for that ass."

I didn't have a rebuttal.

I usually always have something to retaliate with!

"Hmm, is Stevie speechless? Wow.... I never thought I'd see the day." He continues to tease.

"Shut up." Pathetic!

"Keep it up, babygirl." She sighs, heavily.

"Roderick." She states, blankly.

"Hm?"

"You're annoying."

He laughs. "I won't be annoying, after I give you what you've been asking for."

"I don't know what you're talking about.”

"Don't play with me, Alaina." She huffs and closes her mouth.

"Exactly. Now, do you wanna do breakfast or a late lunch?"

"Late lunch. Tyler and I always make a smorgasbord for each other's birthdays, and she'd probably kill me if I tried to skip out on her."

"Aw, that's cute. Well, I'll come get you around three?"

"Yeah, that's perfect."

"Good. I'll see you later, then. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome. Get some sleep."

She pulls the phone away from her ear and hangs up, sitting it on her dresser and gets up from the bed, heading downstairs to place the cupcake in a container.

"Don't look over here!"

She almost jumps out of her skin and scurries to turn a light on. Tyler starts laughing.

"Why are you in the dark?!" She asks, turning in her direction for a split second, watching her stuff white tissue paper into a green bag.

"I said don't look!" She yells, again.

Stevie turns back around and heads all the way into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets and finding the perfect sized container to put her cupcake in.

"I'm in the dark, because I can see what I'm doing. Why are you still awake?"

She sticks the container inside the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.

"I just got off the phone with Rod. I'm about to knock out, don't worry."

She says, shielding the side of her face and making her way back towards the stairs.

"Don't act like you ain't already see!"

"I didn't!" She yells, running up the stairs and back into her room. It takes her some time, but she eventually falls asleep.

She wakes back up to the distant sound of Strawberry Letter 23 and the smell of bacon.

She pushes the covers back and slides up towards the headboard, right as the phone starts ringing.

"Hello,"

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart!" Her moms' chipper voice sounds through the phone.

"Thank you, mama.”

"Did you get your gifts?”

“I just woke up, hold on.” She says, fully getting out of bed and making her way downstairs.

Sure enough, there are three bags sitting on the couch and a black box sitting in the table.

"Yeah, I got em. You want me to open them up, while you're on the phone?"

"Yeah, if that's fine with you?"

“Okay.” She pushes her hair out of her face and pulls a bag off the couch and sits it on the floor, before sitting in its place.

"Alright," she places the phone between her shoulder and ear, and pulls the tissue paper out of the bag.

There's a photo album, a small charm bracelet and the necklace that her grandma owned.

"I got her necklace?? What about aunt Rina?"

Last time they'd had a conversation about the necklace was when her grandma had first passed. Her aunt and mom were arguing about who was supposed to have it.

"Of course, baby. You were your grandma's favorite. She'd say she had you herself, if she were still here."

Stevie feels her throat dry up and her eyes become watery. She blinks it away, not wanting to cry right now.

"You know, she bought that necklace when she was your age. It's only right that you have it."

She places it back inside the bag and sighs. "Thanks, mama."

"You're welcome, baby. Now, open the others." She grabs the bag beside her and repeats the same process. This time, she found a couple of albums; Stevie Wonders' Songs in the Key of Life, Whitney Houston's self-titled album, and Michael Jackson's Off the Wall.

"Wow... I used to love this album. Thank you!"

She remembers a couple years ago, her dad bought her a record player before they parted ways. Now, she gets to actually use it.

"Is dad around?" Shuffling is heard in the background.

"Yeah, here he is."

"Hey sweetheart, happy birthday!" Here come the tears, again.

"Thank you, dad."

"You like your gifts?"

"Yes, I finally get to use the record player that you bought me!"

"Absolutely! I know you only have one album out there with you, so I figured I'd start your collection."

"I don't even listen to music like that anymore."

She says, standing up and grabbing the bags, and with the phone still tucked, she brings them up to her room.

"I know, but I think it'd do you more good than bad to get back into some things. You know, music is healer." Here he goes.

"Yeah dad, I know. I guess you're right."

"Listen, I've got to get back to the office, but I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Go out and have fun, drink responsibly, tell that boyfriend of yours that I said hello and tell Tyler the same." She chuckles.

"Thanks, old man. Tell ma I'll call her later. I love you, both."

"We love you, too."

She hangs up and sits her phone on the bed, heads back downstairs and walks into the kitchen, sneaking up behind Tyler.

She pokes her butt, making her jump and swat her hand.

"Whatcha makin?"

"Your favorites, baby love. I got biscuits, bacon, cheesy eggs, waffles and cinnamon rolls."

Her stomach growls on cue.

"Mm, I can't wait to eat!"

"I bet you can't! In the meantime, open my presents." She shoos her out of the kitchen and back over to the last bag and the black box in the living room.

Her curiosity gets the best of her and draws her towards the box.

She pulls the lid off and the thin sheet of tissue paper away, finding a deep red lace dress. Her jaw drops.

"Oh my," she pulls it out of the box and gawks at how beautiful it is. The material is super soft and it stops just below her thighs.

"Where'd you get this?" She yells, loud enough for her to hear her in the kitchen.

She comes out with her spatula and smirks. "You like it, huh?"

Stevie nods.

"It's from one of my favorite stores, but I won't tell you which one... at least, not yet." Her smirk only grows as she walks away.

She rolls her eyes and places it back inside the box. She moves over to the bag and finds a crop top in almost every color, except yellow. I can't stand yellow.

"Aw, these are so cute!" She fishes around and finds a tube of dark red lipstick, too. Tyler knows how she is with her lipsticks.

"I love you, dude. I really do."

"I love you, too! Now, come and pig out with me!" She yells, sending Stevie rushing back into the kitchen.

"So, how's your day going so far?" She sits across from Roderick, twirling the remaining pasta around her fork.

"It's been good. I talked to my parents as soon as I woke up, got a little emotional at the gifts that they sent and then pigged out with Tyler. But, the icing on the cake is sitting here with you." She smiles, placing her chin in the palm of her hand.

The light that flickers in his eyes can be compared to the sun peaking through the curtains on a saturday morning.

"You tryna butter me up, babygirl?"

She giggles, going back to sipping her tea.

He chuckles. "That's what I thought."

"Wow, I'm just over here tryna love your ugly ass." She rolls her eyes and turns to look out the window.

"Whatchu say? You tryna what?" His eyes widened.

She hides the side of her face and ignores him.

"Uh uh, you better speak that shit, girl!" He continues, laughing a bit.

The heat on her face travels down to her neck, as she throws her other hand up and shields herself, completely.

"Mm-mm," his hand wraps around her wrist, pulling it down so he can see her red face. She giggles and tries to turn away from him.

"Stop playin'." He says, making her quit her antics.

"You tryna love me, huh?"

She keeps her gaze on him, answering his question.

"Maybe..." that infamous smirk spreads across his plump lips, making her roll her eyes, again.

"I might be tryna love your big headed ass, too."

"Roderick, you're so annoying. Your head is bigger than mine, by the way!"

He clutches his chest in fake flabbergast, making her crack up.

"Anyway," she searches for something else to talk about.

"Your presents are back at my place, if that's what you were about to ask."

He knows her so well.

"My presents? As in plural, huh?" It's his turn to roll his eyes.

"Ima take 'em all back, watch."

"Damn... on my birthday?" He gives her the stalest look.

"On your birthday."

"Ooo, your place is nice!" She hops out the car, before he has a chance to jog around and assist her, and gawks at the house in front of her.

The foundation is the made of the deepest red brick I've ever seen and two tones of dark gray splash the sides. It's really simple and gorgeous, to say the least.

"Thanks, it was my mom's."

He grabs her hand and leads her up the two steps to his front door. Unlocking the door, he leads her inside and it's even more beautiful.

"Wow," she plops down on his comfy gray couch and he laughs.

"Did you decorate this place?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. My mom helped me, before she moved out."

She nods.

"I'll be right back." He leans down and kisses her forehead, before disappearing around the corner.

She looks around, before standing up and heading towards what she thinks is a bathroom, pushing the halfway door open all the way, confirming it.

She flips the light on and fixes her hair in the wide mirror, tucking one side behind her ear and smoothing out her fly aways. She turns around, cuts the light back off and leaves.

She walks back towards the couch and notices a couple of pictures along the counter underneath his tv, crossing the floor to get a better look.

There's a picture of him in his basketball uniform, he looks like he might've been sixteen or so. Beside that, there's a picture of him and a woman around his complexion, possibly his mom or an aunt. She's got silky black hair and hazel eyes. She's beautiful.

"Whatchu doin'?" His voice booms through the quiet space, almost knocking her off her feet, as she wisps around and finds him with bags in both hands and a smile on his face.

"You scared me!"

He sits the bags on the floor and walks toward her, turning her back around to face the pictures and wraps his arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry, baby."

She runs her finger along the gold frame that the first one is in.

"You were ugly."

They both laugh. He sits his chin on her shoulder, pulling her closer to his tall frame.

"At least I grew into my lips!"

She turns her head in his direction, and stretches her hand out to shake it slightly.

"Not really."

He gives her a blank stare and turns his attention back towards the pictures, while she snickers.

"Is this your mom?" She points to the picture beside it.

"That's her." A small sigh comes away from him.

"She's beautiful. You look just like her." He kisses my cheek.

"I get that a lot," he chuckles, "she's got a big head from that comment, alone."

The last picture is of him and a couple of guys; one's light skinned with a head full of curls, one standing beside Rod is a little bit lighter than him with a fade and standing on the other side is a guy with the complexion of umber, almost looks like he could be his brother.

"These the friends you be telling me about?"

"Yes ma'am. I've only seen one of them recently."

She nods and turns completely in his hold. He stands up straight and gazes down at her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I just miss 'em, that's all."

She pokes her lip out and rubs his cheek. He gives her a smile and they sit back down on the couch.

"Open this one, first." He grabs the bright pink bag and sits in her lap.

She pulls the lighter pink tissue paper out and finds a crème colored box inside.

She pulls the lid off and finds a shiny gold necklace, with an R dangling from it, in the cutest cursive ever. Her mouth drops open.

"This is so cute!"

He pulls the necklace from the box and drapes it around her neck. She holds her hair up as he clasps it together.

"It looks good on you." He kisses the corner of her mouth, before retrieving the next bag. She licks her lips and readjusts her skirt.

Roses, this time pink, and a CD that says babygirl's favorites across it in purple, cursive writing. Her heart swells.

"Aw, babe!" She turns and pinches his cheek. "You know my music taste, already huh?"

"Hell yeah, girl! I got ya Sade, Mint Condition, Earth Wind and Fire, Prince and his freaky ass, Stevie Wonder and.... that song that you like by the Ohio Players is on there, too."

She cheese really big.

"You put Angel on here?" He smirks.

"Anything for you, angel face." He kisses me again, slyly removing the CD from her hand and pushes the bag back onto the floor.

My back becomes one with the cushion, as his tongue wrestles with mine. His rough hands collide with her warm skin, making her moan and pull him closer.

"Mm," his lips move towards her neck, "forget about the presents for a second." His breath hits her neck, sending endless chills down her spine.

"Okay," his hand slides up her skirt and plays with the little bow on her panties.

"You get a couple of wishes from me, aight?" She nods and bites her lip, feeling his tongue inch toward that spot that makes her throb.

"Wanna use your first one, right now?" The tip of his middle finger starts to rub against her, causing her legs to tremble.

"Y-yesss," he moves away from her neck and kneels down in front of her.

His brown irises stare into hers, until the plumpness of his lips are felt against her chest.

"Go ahead baby, I'm listening."

Her heartbeat echoes through her eardrums, while she tries to focus on forming a sentence.

"Mmm... I want your face between my legs."

He looks at her briefly, before sliding down and pulling her legs up onto his shoulders, her panties pulled to the side.

"Oh," she runs a hand over his low fade and sucks in a sharp breath as his tongue glides over her clit.

His hands grip the back of her thighs and begin rubbing circles into her tingling flesh. Her head falls back into the cushion.

This time, his movements are more passion-filled and straight to the point. She grabs the arm of the chair with her free hand and grinds against his thick tongue.

"Oh fuckkk— mm!" Her back arches away from the couch.

"Righ–right there.... yes, babyyy!" Pulling her bud in between his lips, he begins to suck and swirl his tongue around it, making her dig her fingers into the cushions and let out a strangled moan.

He hums against her, making everything worse. She grabs his shoulders and grinds against his mouth harder, as he yanks her towards the edge and lifts her lower half completely onto his face.

"Unh! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna— ohhh fuckk!" She whines, gripping anything within her reach and tightening her legs around his neck.

The delicious knot inside her belly unravels seconds later making her body jerk and shake.

He lays her back on the couch and continues to kiss her sensitive core, covering her back up.

She flinches, pushing his head away. He chuckles and kisses back up her body, stopping at her neck.

"You taste so good, baby.” He mumbles, making her giggle, feeling his beard tickle the side of her face.

He pulls away from her neck and that heated stare returns, making her shrink underneath it and look down, focusing on the print on his shirt.

He lifts her chin back up. "Wassup? You aight?"

She sighs, pushing her up on the cushion underneath her. He doesn't move from his spot.

“Yeah, I'm good.”

"Don't lie to me." He says.

She reaches up and plays with her hair out of nervous habit, trying to put her words together.

"It's really nothing."

"Stevie, your whole attitude changed in a matter of seconds. It's gotta be something." His hands rub her thighs in a calming manner.

"It's a girl thing, though... I'm guessing. I don't think you'd understand it."

"Try me." The concerned look on his face makes her heart melt.

"You intimidate me, a little bit."

His brows furrow. She sighs and looks down at her lap.

"How?"

"It's pretty obvious that we're–" he lifts her chin up again.

"Look at me." She swallows, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat.

"Um, since we've confessed to each other that we've had the... dreams and have actually done things that lead to sex, I think about it and it makes me nervous." She chews on the inside of her lip, while she watches his facial expression shift.

"Why?"

She smacks her own leg, for dramatic effect.

"Have you seen you?!"

He cracks a smile and drops his head. She grabs his neck and makes him look at her.

"I'm serious, Roderick. Every time you look at me, I just— ugh, never mind." A smug look creeps onto his face.

She drops her hand, but he grabs her by her wrist. He licks those sinful lips of his making her insides do backflips.

"Didn't I promise you that your first time would be special?" He asks, staring at her pokes out lip.

“Yes,”

"Babygirl, I can put a paper bag over my head, if that's what you want—" she cracks up and softly punches his chest.

"You're so stupid!" He chuckles and sneaks a kiss or two.

"I don't wanna overwhelm you— I mean, I definitely wanna make you forget your own name, but..." he flashes an innocent smile.

"You're entirely too much for me." She pushes him back, but he only comes closer.

"I'll make it fit." Her eyes widened.

"You're annoying."

“Yeah, yeah.”

Stevie smooths out the material of her dress and fixes her curls in the vanity mirror.

"Hot damn!" Tyler stands in her doorway and looks her up and down.

She bats her lashes and smirks. "I look good, huh?"

"Good? Girl, you look gorgeous! I don't even think I looked this good for my twenty first!" She waves her off.

"Tyler, you're a bad bitch twenty four seven! You looked so good for your birthday." She says, grabbing her lip gloss and drops it inside her black clutch. Another gift from Rod.

"Well, thanks. Boyfriend eeting us there?"

She nods and sits down, beginning to strap her heels up.

"Yeah, he said he has another surprise for me."

"Wow... must be nice! That boy done gave you ‘bout ten orgasms—"

"Please, let's not pretend like you don't get your back broke on the regular."

"That's besides the point, Stevie. Y'all out here, basically in love and shit! I want that!" She pouts and stomps her golden heel on the hardwood floor.

"You do not want love." Stevie scoffs.

"Okay... maybe not the love part, but I wish someone would at least look at me, the way y'all look at each other. It's literally the cutest shit I've ever seen, bro."

"Stop being so fast and yo ass can have something like that! What about Jason?"

"What about him?" She frowns.

"Girl, he's in love with your stubborn ass! You know you like him, too." Her lips twist up into a smile and she tries to hide it.

"Exactly," she stands up and walks past her, heading towards the stairs.

“Give him a chance. He's a sweetheart."

"But, I don't like sweethearts. They're soft as fuck." She trails behind her, grabbing her keys. She huffs and heads out the door and to the car.

"You wanna be man handled all the damn time! When's the last time somebody took your ass out? In public? A well lit area that's not their house, ours nor your bedroom?" Stevie asks, unlocking the door as they hop in.

"The last time I went on a date, it was terrible. He was rude as hell, the food was the only good thing about it and he wanted me to pay for my own food, even though he took me out." She chuckles and starts the car up.

"Dates aren't my thing, I guess. I just wanna fuck em and get free food... for right now, anyway." She shrugs and pulls out of the driveway.

"Whatever you say."

Back inside Limelight, Tyler and Stevie sit at the bar.

"So, you're finally legal! What do you wanna drink first?" Tyler asks, as she turns around and faces the bar, staring at the many, many choices of poison.

"I wanna try Hennessy."

Her mouth drops open and the bartender gives her an evil smirk. She giggles and closes Tyler's mouth.

"You bein' real bold, tonight!"

“Mmhm!”

The bartender sits the shot glass down in front of Stevie and she picks it, examining the dark brown liquid.

"Drink it, bitch!"

She shrugs and hold it up to her lips, before swallowing it, grimacing as it burns the almighty shit out of her throat.

"Got damn! How do people drink this shit?"

Tyler snickers and pokes her side.

"Well, you took it like a champ! I remember the first time I drank that shit, I threw up."

"Ugh, I'll drink tequila or something, for the rest of the night." A hand grips her waist, making her jump and turn around.

"Rod! You've got to stop doing that!" He chuckles and licks his lips, making her swoon.

He looks so delicious.

"These are for you," he pulls a bouquet of red roses from behind his back, "and, I got a lil sumn' sumn' for you, later."

"These are beautiful, baby. Thank you!”

“You're welcome, baby.” He leans down to kiss her.

“What else you got up your sleeve?” She eyes him suspiciously.

"Don't worry about it, babe. I got you." He takes a seat beside her and waves at Tyler.

She smiles back and grabs her drink, before getting up.

"I see a cutie on the dance floor, I'll be back." She kisses Stevie's cheek and disappears into the sea of people.

She turns her attention back to Rod, who's already staring at her.

"You look beautiful." He twirls one of her hollywood curls around his finger.

"Thank you, baby." He kisses her and pulls away, finger still twirling her hair.

"You had Hennessy?" She nods her head and he lets out a laugh.

"How'd you know that?"

"I thought I tasted it on your lips. How was it?"

She shudders, remembering how it killed every taste bud she had for a good minute and a half.

"It was fucking disgusting."

He laughs, loudly. She giggles and watches his shoulders bounce, slightly.

"Yeah, I can't drink that shit, either."

"I just wanted to try hard liquor, once. I'm done now." He smirks.

"Never again, huh?" She looks at him like he's crazy.

"Hell no!" He cracks up, again.

She playfully rolled her eyes and turned back towards the bartender.

“Can I get a strawberry daiquiri?" She asks. The bartender nods and starts fixing it.

She wraps her arm around Rod's shoulder and leans on him. He kisses her forehead, repeatedly. She giggles and mushes his face with her other hand.

"You smell like weed."

"I might've sparked up, on the way here."

"Here's your drink, birthday girl."

She sits up and takes the glass from her, sending a thank you her way.

She sips on the sugary drink and hums, spinning around to skim the crowd again, finding Tyler with some tall guy. He looks like he might be cute, but she can't really tell.

"Aye shorty, you wanna dance?" She looks to her left and sees a man who's about as tall as Rod, with a complexion of caramel.

"Nah, I don't think my boyfriend would like that." She replies, giving him the stankest face she could muster.

The man starts to laugh and reaches out to touch her hand, making her scoot back towards Rod, who immediately stands up from his seat.

"Aye, back the fuck up."

Stevie sits her drink down and stands up as well. He steps in front of her and gets in the guys' face.

"And if I don't? Whatchu gon do, pretty boy?" He taunts, sending a wink her way, only making Rod crack him right in the jaw, sending him to the floor.

"Stupid move." Rod snorts.

A couple of people turn around to look at them, and more importantly, the guy on the ground.

Rod turns back to Stevie and looks down at his busted knuckle.

"Damn, how hard did you hit him?"

He hisses as she touches it. She pulls him towards the girls' bathroom and runs cold water over his hand.

A couple of girls scoff and leave, some stay and be nosy, until they see the glare that she gives them and bounce, and of course, her favorite blondie is also there.

"Hey, Stevie."

She nods in her direction and continues with what she's doing. Rod grunts and turns the water off.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Nah, the water was just too fucking cold. That shit hurt." She apologizes and grabs a couple paper towels.

"It's okay. I ain't mean to knock that muhfucka out like that."

"Yes you did, don't lie." They both laugh.

"Aight, you right. He was too damn close." He wipes his hands and they head back out into the lavender colored hallway.

"They're playing our song!" Pretty Brown Eyes starts playing and she practically drags him towards the middle of the dance floor.

He places his hand low on her hips and they sway to the beat, while he sings, very off key into her ear.

Pretty brown eyes, you know I see you

It's a disguise the way you treat me.

You keep holding to your thoughts of rejection,

If you're with me I'm secure,

“Mm Mm!” She giggles and plants a kiss on the nape of his neck. His large hand smacks her ass making her squeal.

"Stop! We're in public!"

"Shit, we can definitely go somewhere more private." The switch in his tone makes her shiver.

"Well, I definitely wanna see this lil sumn sumn you got for me." He flashes a smile and pulls her back towards the bar to grab her flowers, before they head outside.

He pulls his keys out, unlocks his new Jeep and helps her inside.

"When did you get a Jeep?" She asks.

He shrugs his jean jacket off and pulls a small plastic bag out of the pocket.

"I've actually had it for a while. I just like driving the other car, better."

"Ah, so you loaded, huh?" He chuckles and pulls out some rolling papers, similar to the ones that Tyler had, that day we smoked.

"The car that I always drive was my mom's. I bought this one, myself, but I've grown so comfortable with driving the other one." She nods in understanding.

Pulling a lighter out of his jacket, he hands both that and the blunt to her, making her raise a brow at him.

"You rolled that quick as hell."

She sparks it and takes a pretty big pull.

He gives her a look. "You doubtin' my skills, babygirl?"

She coughs and passes it back to him.

"Considering I don't know a lot of them, yes."

"That'll change soon."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." She reaches down and unstrap her heels and pulls them off, throwing her feet up on the dash.

"Mhm, you better be glad you got pretty feet. What did your parents get you?" The blunt comes back to her.

"My mom made me a photo album, she got me a charm bracelet and I was given the necklace that my grandma wore. She was my age when she bought it, and she wanted me to have it before she died." She says, inhaling the smoke and holding it in her lungs.

"How long has she... ya know?" He asks, watching her blow the smoke out and pass it back.

"Three years. She was there to see me graduate, and then cancer ravished her life." She feels the same tears from earlier, creeping back up.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He rubs her thigh, as she clears her throat and blinks back the salty tears, yet again.

"It's okay, honestly. I just miss her a lot." She sighs, feeling the effects of the alcohol start to travel through her bloodstream.

"Here," he hands the blunt back to her, "I'll light another one."

Sinking down in the seat, she gazes over at Rod and watches him inhale the soft white smoke, before letting it billow around him.

"You know... staring isn't polite."

She looks away, placing the blunt back between my lips and pulls her hair up away from her back, laying it over the side of the seat.

She reaches over and finds a cup, looking back at him now. "Is this empty?"

He nods, pulling the lid off for her. She ashes the blunt off on the side and finishes it off, tossing the roach inside.

He looks at her with a raised eyebrow. She smirks and points to the blunt that's in his hand. "Put that out."

He puts it out and she crawls into his lap, gripping his collar and kissing him hard.

His hands roam her frame, setting her body ablaze. She moans into his mouth and begins popping the buttons open on his shirt.

Her kisses trail to his neck, kissing that spot that makes him grunt. He grips her hips tightly.

"Are you sure, you wanna do this?" She hums a mhm, continuing to kiss his neck.

"Look at me, babygirl." She pulls away and stares at him.

"I don't have a condom.”

"Maybe we don't need one."

He sighs and rubs a hand down his face.

"Listen, we're both far from sober and I don't want you regretting anything. I meant what I said, about your first time being special."

"But," she starts, but he shakes his head.

"I want you to remember everything that I do to you, aight?" The heat that rushes through her body makes her wanna turn into a puddle.

"I– okay." He brings her back to his lips, leaving the softest kisses. She pulls away and crawls back into her seat.

She puts her heels back on and plays with the deep red polish on her nails.

She hears his door open and close, looking up just in time to see him reach for the door handle and pull it open.

"Stop poutin' ma." He holds his hand.

She pokes her lip out and grabs onto his fingers, stepping out of the car. He closes the door behind her and wraps his arm around her waist as they head back into the club.

"Ain't nobody pouting."

@soufcakmistress @504queen @ghostfacekill-monger @hearteyes-for-killmonger @uzumaki-rebellion @blowmymbackout @supersizemeplz @chaneajoyyy @cocoa-puffs @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @daddy-killmonger @twistedcharismaaa @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @headcannonxgalore @sheabuttahwrites @thegifstories @blackerthings @cecereads209 @nayaxwrites @xsweetdellzx @blackburnbook @darqchilddaydreamz @killmongerdispussy @trippyscotch @emjayewrites @unfriendlyblkhotti3 @blackpinup22

#soulff #rod x stevie #90s romance #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #black romance #black writers #black fiction #joey badass fic #joey bada$$#x black!reader #black!reader

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Donut Girl

Despite being a small little hole in the wall shop, Dustin's was a shop that was quite well visited. People would travel from across the state just to pick up donuts there. I was lucky enough for it to be on my way home.

Of course, being early afternoon, most people who would be stopping in for the day had already come and gone. If you were passing by in the morning you would see a line stretching out the door and people carrying multiple boxes back to their cars, but in the afternoon you would only really find one or two retirees at the tables inside having a coffee while they read the newspaper.

The afternoons were often slow enough that they would only have one person working the counter. On one of my stops, one Thursday afternoon, the girl behind the counter was someone I didn't expect to see.

She was someone I used to see around school previous years but hadn't that year. For some reason she always caught my eye in the hall, but I had never had the chance to say anything because our paths never crossed and we didn't have any classes together.

After stopping in a couple times, I noticed that she was pretty regularly scheduled for the Thursday afternoon shift. According to the nametag she always wore, her name was Alaina. When I first visited I wasn't sure if she recognized me or not, but she didn't make any indication that she did.

For a couple weeks, I would stop in on Thursdays just to see her again, but my nervousness always got the best of me and I couldn't strike up a conversation. I would just go in, order and take my donuts to go. Plus, I didn't want to be a bother while she was working.

However, on one particular Thursday, things were quite different. Despite the usual slow pace, there was another girl positioned behind the counter too. It looked like Alaina was explaining something to her while they looked over a clip board. For some reason my heart sank a little, but I stepped up to the counter just like usual.

It didn't take long, but she eventually noticed me out of the corner of her eye before nudging the other girl with an elbow.

"Oh hey, How about you take this one," Alaina said to the new girl. She stepped aside to let the other girl take her spot at the register.

"G-good afternoon! How can I help you?" she said with a tinge of nervousness in her voice.

I let out a small sigh and robotically went through my usual order while she poked away at the register.

"Alright, anything else?" she said, a little more naturally.

"No, that should be everything."

"Okay... will you be paying with cash or card?"

"Card," I stated, pulling the piece of plastic out of my wallet.

"Okay. Please follow the instructions on the reader and I'll get your order ready!"

"No need." Alaina came up and placed a bag onto the counter right as my payment finished processing. "Your usual, right?"

"Uh... Yeah. Thanks." I could feel my cheeks redden just a little and the rock in my stomach subsided a little.

"Of course," she responded with a smile.

I collected my bag and started heading toward the door.

"Thank you!" The new girl called through the closing door.

I let out a sigh as I pulled one of my donuts from the bag.

"Hey! Morgan! Wait!" I heard a voice call from behind me.

I turned to see Alaina jogging towards me with another bag in her hand. When she got to me she held the bag out without saying anything.

"Um... What's that?"

"I... Um... Forgot one. So..."

"I'm pretty sure they were all here," I said, shaking my own bag...

"... Well, It already left the store so I can't take it back. Just take it. On me!" She said, shoving the other bag into my hands, before turning and jogging back to the store.

I watched her go until I lost her around a corner.

I inspected the second bag I had received. The top was crumpled from where Alaina had been gripping it, but inside was another of my favorite donut. The bag's exterior was also slightly different from the first I had been given. The phone number had been lined through and rewritten.

There was also some hastily scribbled text towards the bottom that read. "See you next Thursday! Or earlier if you want."

I could feel my cheeks reddening again as I stood there staring down at a donut in a bag.

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Did a timed creative session with my wife. She drew, I wrote. We agreed on a prompt to keep our ideas similar but beyond that we didn't share much of our ideas until we were done. We did use the same character names (on purpose) so that makes it a fun little connection too.

You can see and read her version over on Twitter at : https://twitter.com/HLophouse/status/1773574609939431547?t=d1dJEwAi190tgzxqdtYl2A&s=19

#short story #timed writing #yuri #practice #personal writing #my writing

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opinated-user · 11 months

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this is a lie. LO wasn't invested in "making alie work" or else she'd have listened to the bunch of people criticizing her nonsensical backstory, how her power made no sense or how she, as an author, failed to portray a black character with any of the care it actually deserves. alaina was just another rewriting of her fascist genocidal colonizer fantasies, another lord ryder in a different font, but all the same. she was always wish fulfillment, not an actual character, and we could see that because alaina was literally always whatever LO wanted at any given moment with no thought about how that affected the rest of her characterization. again, just to remind everyone, the people who started talking about how LO talking about black characters or black skin tone (not just alaina) came off as fetishistic were black people. her comments about how hunter, a character she despises in TOH, could have been "interesting" if only his skin tone was changed was the one who prompted that. then we also noticed that she made her version of rey feel instantly attracted only to black women. then we saw that all other POC, including women, through the entire SW universe got discarded for the sake of the black women she put in charge.

then we saw that on the very, very rare ocassions she talked about books, it was non fiction books wrote by black women (that she never talked about again ever since, so if she actually read them or she just googled the titles is anyone's guess). then we realise that despite trying to write a black woman, LO was completely unaware and uninterested into actually researching into common tropes to avoid and played straight into them. other people had to come to tell her she was doing that, but not before she was already using the race of her fictional character as a shield against any critique. then we noticed that while doing all of the above, she was still ignoring an actual afrolatina's opinions regarding afrolatina representation in TOH and instead hating on a fictional afrolatina character for failing to be the violent vengeful stereotype she wanted her to me. then she wrote her HR rewrite (where slavery of an entire species was still a thing) and she did it again, making another black woman to use torture curses with the same ease someone uses to flip a switch. showing that she didn't listen to any of the people criticizing it and wasn't actually interested in making it work. she just wanted another wish fulfillment fantasy through another character. look at the kind of art that LO shares on her blog that doesn't come from her friends or is directly related to SW. the majority are drawing of black women. a lot of this could have been nothing at all (someone can enjoy writing by black women or art depicting them with nothing but sincere appreciation), just a mistake to own up ("i misspoke, i didn't meant to say that black skin tone was inherently interesting") or fixed pretty easily (give alaina a consistent characterization, do actual research in tropes to avoid when writing black women, etc), but all of combined still wasn't painting a pretty picture. so instead of listening to anyone, especially the black people speaking out, LO doubled down, cried in stream and performatively yelled about how awful everyone is to her. effectively painting black people as her agressors, vultures and stalker. she, the light skinned person who never suffered any kind of racism in her life, was getting bullied by black people telling her that her fetishim made them uncomfortable. but the breaking point for LO finally letting alaina go? was when she started talking about how her sith empire was going to be, especially how the sith order was going to work, and everyone called it out for the terf utopia fantasy that it was. according to LO, on her sith empire everyone with any real authority was going to be sith lady. cis and trans women were most welcomed, which would have been good enough... until LO had to add about how a "sith lady" was allowed to stay if they stop identifying as a woman while in work. effectively erasing transmasc/non binary identities and forcing them to either be misgendered constantly or lost their jobs... without any recognition at all as to how bad this is. rather than recognizing the inherent gender essentialism/transphobia of this, that is when LO started making a show about how much she regrets making alaina. never adressing the transphobia and instead, as usual, making herself into the helpless victim of everyone else. i guess what i'm trying to say here... do not feel bad for LO. she had plenty of opportunities to make something worthwhile, something better than what she originally wrote, and she wasted it every time. nobody forced her to do anything. there's nothing to feel sorry about.

if anything, this only tell us that LO prefers to scrap a project entirely rather than listening to anyone about how to improve it.

#lily orchard

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spideywil921 · 22 days

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🎶 Hustle that kitty for me... 🎶

RuPaul's Drag Race Simalong (US Season 16)

Category is: Grand Finale Eleganza

For her Grand Finale Eleganza runway look, Antonia is serving daughter of pearl as opposed to her mother. Purple is the color of royalty and of course purple is one of my signature colors. These pearls may be hot glued to my garment but I can still take em off and throw it on the floor like that one scene in Showgirls. What did Taraji say? "Run them pearls hoe!" I'm so glad to take one last walk down the runway for Season 16 and onto the next one!

Congrats to our new America's Next Drag Superstar , so proud of her and her entire journey and lastly, STOP SENDING HATE TO THE QUEENS FOR THINGS THAT WERE OUT OF THEIR CONTROL!

And also check out Antonia's instagram for more content! (ig: antoniatheemontoya)

Lookbook:

Headpiece: @sclub-privee

Hair: @greenteahoney

Earrings: @mssims

Necklace: @mssims

Outfit: @cool-content-star

Nails: @vittleruniverse

Shoes: @jius-sims

Makeup:

Eyeshadow: @alaina-lina-cc

Eyeliner: @alaina-lina-cc

Blush: ladysimmer94

Highlight: bubblevoid

Lipstick: @pralinesims

#the sims 4 lookbook #s4 lookbook #the sims 4 edit #sims 4 edit #ts4 edit #antonia montoya #sims 4 drag queen #sims 4 drag race #the sims 4 drag queen #the sims 4 drag race #rpdr simalong #drag race simalong #drag queen sims #rupaul's drag race #us season 16

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vaiyamagic · 28 days

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Found an old unfinished piece of Fallout fic in my files while looking for something else. Thought I'd post it somewhere.

Based on an event that really happened in my game. The lead-up is, my Sole (Alaina) was going out collecting the stat magazines, but the one at Libertalia had gotten blown into the water in the firefight, and they had to dive in looking for it.

Alaina pulled herself onto dry land, laughing, and rolled onto her back, holding the soggy magazine above her. "See? Told you we'd find it."

Her companion trudged out of the murky water with disgust, pulling off his wig and wringing it out, letting the water splash on the ground next to her ear. "Great. All that for a soaked manual." He grumbled. "Wouldn't you rather read War and Peace? At least you could use it as a weapon."

"Deacon, I thought you'd be more interested in a book about being sneaky." She waved the floppy pages in front if him. "This will help me be almost as stealthy as you." She flashed him a grin as she pushed herself to her feet and tried to shake some of the damp from her hair.

"Not likely." Her companion had already placed his wig back onto his head, though slightly askew, and started shaking the water from his shoe and pants leg. "But I'll give you an A for effort. Just don't make me jump into the ocean to get it next ti--"

Alaina looked up sharply at her companion's sudden cut off. Deacon was staring at something over her shoulder, his jaw tight and his every muscle tense. He hadn't raised his gun at whatever it was, but his hand was flexing on the handle as though unable to decide what to do.

Slowly, she turned around, keeping her own weapon at the ready, and gasped softly when she locked eyes with the familiar synth who stood only a few car-lengths away.

X6 stared back at her with his usual neutral posture and expression. His weapon was in hand, but held at his side, pointed down, as though he was just as unsure of what to do with it as Deacon.

Alaina cleared her throat, hoping she didn't look as tense as she felt. "Uh, X6. I... wasn't expecting to see you. Here. Or... at all." She cringed, knowing just how awkward she must have sounded. She heard Deacon move behind her, and could just make him out in her periferal.

X6-88 only nodded at her. "Ma'am."

Still at a loss, Alaina glanced over at Deacon, who remained tense and quiet, still gripping his weapon, but not wanting to seem threatening with it; He knew what a courser was capable of. So she turned her attention back to their visitor.

"So... what, ah, brings you out to Libertalia, X6?"

The synth turned his head to the large collection of ships on the water, expression still unreadable. "This is where we first met."

She followed his gaze for a moment, before looking back at him. "Yes..." she hoped he'd continue, but the silence lingered uncomfortably. Finally, she took in a deep breath, and spoke the question that hung heavilly between them. "X, are you here because we destroyed the Institute?"

A slight raise of the eyebrow and a twitch of the corner of his mouth were the only changes in his expression, but he did turn to look back at her. "So, it was you?"

Deacon took in a sharp breath through his teeth, and took his gun in both hands, but still didn't raise it. Alaina, however, took a step forward, and asked again, "X6, why are you here?"

He held her gaze for a moment before letting it drift back to the ships. "My last orders from Father regarding you were to follow where you go and do as you say."

Alaina frowned. "Shaun kicked me out of the Institute months ago."

"He did not update my orders." He said simply.

She let out a breath, not even trying to hide her annoyance at the strange inconsistancies her son had towards herself and synths. Say one thing, act another. And she'd never really know what was the truth now.

She pushed back the dark cloud of thoughs that came with those memories, and pulled herself back into the present. X6 was still staring out over the ocean, seemingly as calm and relaxed as ever. But something felt off, and she needed to get to the bottom of it.

"X..." she began slowly, taking a small step forward. The courser glanced her way momentarilly, but otherwise made no acknowledgement of it. "The Institute is gone now. You don't have to follow your old orders any more."

The synth frowned, his lips pressing together, and his free hand clenching. She could hear Deacon swearing under his breath, but otherwise, the two made no movements.

After a long stretch of silence, X6 finally said, "My last orders were to follow your orders. What would you like me to do?"

Alaina took another step towards him, and when he didn't move, she took two more and stopped. "You have free will, X." She said gently, "No one from the Institute is left now to tell you what to do. You can do what you want. What do *you* want to do?"

He turned back to her, finally, but something in his expression had cracked. The frown deepened slowly, his lips thinned so that she could barely see them anymore, and his free hand was clenched so hard it trembled. The silence lingered so long she was afraid it could only be broken by gunfire, but finally, in a low, strangled voice, X6-88 replied, "Ma'am, please, tell me what to do."

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Author's note: When I played this part in game, I had no idea that I would even ever see X6 again after I had destroyed the Insitute. I thought he disappeared from the game. I legit had a moment of "vaiya.exe has stopped working" when I saw him just. Standing there as my character crawled out of the water. And when I went to go talk to him, he just acted like nothing had happened. So, I had to write a fic about it. Too bad I never finished (or even really wrote a beginning....)

#fallout 4 #fallout #X6-88 #X6 #Deacon #sole survivor #alaina #libertalia #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing

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hadeth · 2 years

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قَالَ عَبْدُ اللَّهِ كُنَّا إِذَا صَلَّيْنَا خَلْفَ النَّبِيِّ صلى الله عليه وسلم قُلْنَا السَّلاَمُ عَلَى جِبْرِيلَ وَمِيكَائِيلَ، السَّلاَمُ عَلَى فُلاَنٍ وَفُلاَنٍ‏.‏ فَالْتَفَتَ إِلَيْنَا رَسُولُ اللَّهِ صلى الله عليه وسلم فَقَالَ ‏ "‏ إِنَّ اللَّهَ هُوَ السَّلاَمُ، فَإِذَا صَلَّى أَحَدُكُمْ فَلْيَقُلِ التَّحِيَّاتُ لِلَّهِ، وَالصَّلَوَاتُ وَالطَّيِّبَاتُ، السَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكَ أَيُّهَا النَّبِيُّ وَرَحْمَةُ اللَّهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ، السَّلاَمُ عَلَيْنَا وَعَلَى عِبَادِ اللَّهِ الصَّالِحِينَ‏.‏ فَإِنَّكُمْ إِذَا قُلْتُمُوهَا أَصَابَتْ كُلَّ عَبْدٍ لِلَّهِ صَالِحٍ فِي السَّمَاءِ وَالأَرْضِ، أَشْهَدُ أَنْ لاَ إِلَهَ إِلاَّ اللَّهُ، وَأَشْهَدُ أَنَّ مُحَمَّدًا عَبْدُهُ وَرَسُولُهُ ‏"‏‏.‏ صحيح البخاري ومسلم حديث ٨٣١ -٤٠٢

`Abdullah said, "Whenever we prayed behind the Prophet (peace be upon him) we used to recite (in sitting) 'Peace be on Gabriel, Michael, peace be on so and so. Once Allah's Messenger (peace be upon him) looked back at us and said, 'Allah Himself is As-Salam (Peace), and if anyone of you prays then he should say, at-Tahiyatu li l-lahi wa ssalawatu wa t-taiyibat. As-salamu `alalika aiyuha n-Nabiyu wa rahmatu l-lahi wa barakatuh. Assalamu `alaina wa `ala `ibadi l-lahi s-salihin. (All the compliments, prayers and good things are due to Allah; peace be on you, O Prophet, and Allah's mercy and blessings [be on you]. Peace be on us an on the pious subjects of Allah). (If you say that, it will reach all the subjects in the heaven and the earth). Ash-hadu al-la ilaha illa l-lah, wa ash-hadu anna Muhammadan `Abduhu wa Rasuluh. (I testify that there is no Deity [worthy of worship] but Allah, and I testify that Muhammad is His slave and His Apostle). Sahih al-Bukhari 831In-book reference : Book 10, Hadith 225 // Sahih Muslim 402aIn-book reference : Book 4, Hadith 59

وإنما خص البخاري هذا الحديث بالتشهد الأخير. لأنه روي في آخره الأمر بالتخيير من الدعاء، كما سيأتي، والدعاء يختص بالأخير، ولكن المراد بالتشهد الأخير: كل تشهد يسلم منه، سواء كان تشهد آخر أم لا.

وخرج الإمام أحمد والنسائي حديث ابن مسعود بلفظ آخر وهو: أن النبي - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - قال: ((إذا قعدتم في كل ركعتين فقولوا: التحيات لله)) - فذكره وقال في آخره: ((ثم ليتخير أحدكم من الدعاء أعجبه إليه، فليدع به ربه عز وجل)) .

وهذا اللفظ صريح في أنه يتشهد بهذا التشهد في كل ركعتين يسلم منهما....

وقوله - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ -: ((أن الله هو السلام)) إنما قاله نهياً لهم على أن يقولوا: ((السلام على الله من عباده)) ، وكانوا يقولون ذلك، ثم يسلمون على جبريل وميكائيل وغيرهما.

وقد خرّج البخاري في رواية أخرى، يأتي ذكرهما - إن شاء الله تعالى ولم يأمرهم النبي - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - بإعادة الصلوات التي قالوا فيها ذلك، واستدل بذلك على أن كلام الجاهل لا يبطل الصلاة؛ فإن هذا الكلام منهيٌ عنه في الصلاة وغيرها؛ فإن الله تعالى هو السلام؛ لأنه القدوس بالمبدأ من الآفات والنقائص كلها، وذلك واجب له لذاته، ومنه يطلب السلامة لعباده؛ فإنهم محتاجون إلى السلامة من عقابه وسخطه وعذابه.

وفي قولهم هذا الكلام قبل أن يعلموا التحيات: دليل على أنهم رأوا أن المنصرف من صلاته لا ينصرف حتى يحيي الله تعالى وخواص عباده بعده، ثم ينصرف، ثم يسلم؛ لأن المصلي يناجي ربه ما دام يصلي، فلا ينصرف حتى يختم مناجاته بتحية تليق به، ثم يحيي خواص خلقه، ثم يدعو لنفسه، ثم يسلم على الحاضرين معه، ثم ينصرف. وقد أقرهم النبي - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - على ما قصدوه من ذلك، لكنه أمرهم أن يبدلوا قولهم: ((السلام على الله)) ، بقولهم: ((التحيات لله)) . والتحيات: جمع تحية، وفسرت التحية بالملك، وفسرت بالبقاء والدوام وفسرت بالسلامة؛ والمعنى: أن السلامة من الآفات ثابت لله، واجب له لذاته.

وفسرت بالعظمة، وقيل: إنها تجمع ذلك كله، وما كان بمعناه، وهو أحسن.

قال ابن قتيبة: إنما قيل ((التحيات)) بالجمع؛ لأنه كان لكل واحد من ملوكهم تحية يحيا بها، فقيل لهم: ((قولوا: التحيات لله)) أي: أن ذلك يستحقه الله وحده.

وقوله: ((والصلوات)) فسرت بالعبادات جميعها، وقد روي عن طائفة من المتقدمين: أن جميع الطاعات صلاة، وفسرت الصلوات هاهنا بالدعاء، وفسرت بالرحمة، وفسرت بالصلوات الشرعية، فيكون ختام الصلاة بهده الكلمة كاستفتاحها بقول: { قُلْ إِنَّ صَلاتِي وَنُسُكِي وَمَحْيَايَ وَمَمَاتِي لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ} [الأنعام:162] وقوله: ((والطيبات)) ، فسرت بالكلمات الطيبات، كما في قوله تعالى: { إِلَيْهِ يَصْعَدُ الكَلِمُ الطَّيِّبُ} [فاطر 10] فالمعنى: إن ما كان من كلام فإنه لله، يثنى به عليه ويمجد به.

وفسرت ((الطيبات)) بالاعمال الصالحة كلها؛ فإنها توصف بالطيب، فتكون كلها لله بمعنى: أنه يعبد بها ويتقرب بها إليه.

فهذا جعله النبي - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - بدل قوله: ((السلام على الله)) وأما سلامهم على جبريل وميكائيل وفلان وفلان من خواص الخلق، فأقرهم النبي - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - على ذكر السلام؛ لأن الخلق كلهم يطلب السلام من الله. وفي تفسير ((السلام على فلان)) قولان: أحدهما: أن المراد بالسلام اسم الله - يعني: فكأنه يقول: اسم الله عليك. أن المراد: سلّم الله عليك تسليماً وسلاماً، ومن سلّم عليه الله فقد سلم من الآفات كلها ثم أقرهم أن يسلموا على النبي بخصوصه ابتداءً؛ فإنه أشرف المخلوقين وأفضلهم، وحقه على الأمة أوجب من سائر الخلق؛ لأن هدايتهم وسعادتهم في الدنيا والآخرة كان بتعليمه وإرشاده - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - تسليماً، وجزاه عنا أفضل ما جزى نبياً عن أمته.

والسلام على النبي بلفظ: ((السلام عليك أيها النبي)) ، وهكذا في سائر الروايات؛ ولذلك كان عمر يعلم الناس في التشهد على المنبر بمحضر من الصحابة.

وقد اختار بعضهم أن يقال بعد زمان النبي - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ -: ((السلام على النبي)) ، وقد ذكر البخاري في موضع آخر من ((كتابه)) أنهم كانوا يسلمون على النبي - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - بعد موته في التشهد كذلك، وهو رواية عن ابن عمر وعائشة.

ثم عطف على ذكر السلام على النبي: ((ورحمة الله وبركاته)) ، وهذا مطابق لقول الملائكة لإبراهيم عليه سلام: { رَحْمةُ اللَّهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ عَلَيْكُمْ أَهْلَ البَيْتِ} [هود: 73] ويستدل بذلك على جواز الدعاء بالرحمة للنبي - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - وفيه اختلاف بين العلماء.

ثم أمرهم بعد ذلك بأن يقولوا: ((السلام علينا)) و��لضمير عائد على المصلي نفسه، وعلى من حضره من الملائكة والمصلين وغيرهم.

.... وقوله: ((وعلى عباد الله الصالحين)) هو كما قال - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ -: ((فإنكم إذا قلتم ذلك أصابت كل عبد لله صالح في السماء والأرض)) . فيعني ذلك عن تعيين أسمائهم؛ فإن حصرهم لا يمكن، وهذا من جوامع الكلم التي أوتيها - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - وقد خرّج النسائي حديث ابن مسعود في التشهد، ولفظه: قال عبد الله: كنا لا ندري ما نقول إذا صلينا، فعلمنا نبي الله - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - جوامع الكلم: ((التحيات لله)) – فذكره. وفي رواية أخرى له: كنا لا ندري ما نقول في كل ركعتين، غير أن نسبح ونكبر ونحمد ربنا، وأن محمد - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - علم فواتح الكلم وخواتمه، فقال: ((إذا قعدتم في كل ركعتين فقولوا: التحيات الله)) - فذكره.

ثم أمرهم أن يختموه بالشهادتين، فيشهدون لله بتفرده بإلالهية، ويشهدون لمحمد بالعبودية والرسالة؛ فإن مقام العبودية أشرف مقامات الخلق؛ ولهذا سمى الله محمد - صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ - في أشرف مقاماته وأعلاها بالعبودية، كما قال تعالى في صفة ليلة الإسراء: { سُبْحَانَ الَّذِي أَسْرَى بِعَبْدِهِ} [الإسراء: 1] ، وقال: { فَأَوْحَى إِلَى عَبْدِهِ مَا أَوْحَى} [النجم: 10] . وقال في حقه في مقام الدعوة: { وَأَنَّهُ لَمَّا قَامَ عَبْدُ اللَّهِ يَدْعُوهُ} [الجن:19] ، وقال: { وَإِن كُنتُمْ فِي رَيْبٍ مِّمَّا نَزَّلْنَا عَلَى عَبْدِنَا} [البقرة: 23] .

ولهذا المعنى لما سلّم على الصالحين في هذا التشهد سماهم: ((عبادا الله)) ، والصالحون هم القائمون بما لله عليهم من الحقوق له ولخلقه، وإنما سمي التشهد تشهداً لختمه بالشهادتين. فتح البارى لابن رجب

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