#eminem shirtless

[cripcross]

PLAN B.

🔞 this post contains mature themes. mature audiences only, minors do not interact. ageless/anonymous accounts that interact with my account will be blocked.

pairings: pre-outbreak!joel miller, afab!reader

😇 warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint, creampie, masturbation, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, p in v sex, joel has a big dick, pure filth.

summary: being neighbors with the miller's gives you the privilege of going over to their house frequently. as usual, you spend time with sarah and flick through magazines, but what you don't expect to see is joel jerking off in his bedroom.

As the familiar neighbor of the Miller's, you frequently visited the small family. More specifically, just to comply with Sarah's constant requests of listening to Destiny's Child and gossiping about Christina Aguilera and Eminem.

Stacking the countless Teen Vogue magazines in a neat pile on Sarah's desk, you realized that the young girl had fallen asleep on her bed. Her golden-brown curls laid messily on her pillow, her eyes closed and she breathed softly.

The house was quiet as the night air swept throughout the hallways and rooms. Moonlight seeped through the curtains of her bedroom, illuminating parts of her bed and nightstand.

Taking in your surroundings, you silently admired the decorations Sarah had in her room. The pink-painted walls, posters of music bands, numerous polaroids pictures and first-place ribbons pinned on the cork board above her desk. Your eyes glanced towards the clock on Sarah's nightstand.

After seeing the late time, you draped a blanket over Sarah and quietly tip-toed out of her bedroom, attempting to leave silently, despite the floorboards creaking underneath your every step. Making it out into the dim hallway, you slowly passed Joel's bedroom that was left ajar. About to take the first step down the stairs, you abruptly stopped after hearing a noise from Joel's bedroom.

A groan.

Maybe he's working out?

He might be watching a movie?

Your curiosity got the better of you. Before you knew it, you were standing right outside his bedroom door, hearing his quiet groans and grunts. Your eyes focused, looking into the slight crack between the ajar door and doorway. Waves of shock ran through your body as your eyes widened.

Joel sat on his bed, shirtless and leaning against the headboard. His pillows were scattered everywhere, his sheets and blankets messy. The real gem was in between his legs. Joel sat there, chest heaving and jaw slack, stroking his cock.

His hand was wrapped in a fist, gripping his cock, his hand running up and down in fast strokes. Watching him, an arousal pooled in between your thighs. His messy curls, veiny arms, and his fucking happy trail. You bit your bottom lip slightly, not able to force your eyes away from Joel's actions.

"Fuck, I... I can't cum." Joel mumbled to himself, eyebrows knitted together and eyes clenched closed. He sounded irritated and frustrated. He let go of his cock, letting it stand rock-hard and glistening with pre-cum between his thighs.

Too focused on looking at his girthy cock and body as a whole, you completely dismissed the idea of his bedroom door being slightly open. Leaning against the door a little too much, you stumbled into his bedroom and stood there dumbfounded.

Joel's eyes flickered to yours. He didn't bother covering a single thing of his. The words came out of his mouth before he could even process it. "Help me, cupcake. Will ya' do that for me? Help me get rid of this, baby." His voice was hoarse and quiet, his deep, brown eyes big and full of desperation.

After staring at him blankly for a moment, you took a deep, quiet breath and closed the bedroom door behind you, taking a few hesitant steps towards his bed. Just seeing you comply, Joel groaned quietly and began stroking his cock lazily.

Swiftly stripping off your pants and shirt, you heard Joel's grunts. "Oh, fuck, so beautiful, baby. Gonna come and look pretty, sittin' on my cock." More pre-cum leaked out from the slit on the thick tip of his cock, the more he stroked. Joel groaned, smearing more of the white liquid with his thumb, watching you intently.

You were completely naked, crawling on his bed. Joel immediately reached over, his large, calloused hands grabbing your waist and placing you on your knees, right above his cock. Joel's eyes practically rolled back at the sight of your juices leaking out of your pussy.

His fingers dipped down, gently rubbing and feeling your soaked slit. You let out a small whine as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your breasts were in his face, with the position that you were in. Joel took the opportunity to lick and toy with your breasts, before sucking hungrily on one of your nipples, letting his teeth gently graze against the sensitive nub.

You moaned, still on your knees, with his leaking cock pressed against your outer labia. Joel seemed utterly distracted with your breasts. He pulled his fingers away from your clit and put both of his large hands on your breasts, gently pinching both of your nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers. He left kisses on your sternum area, between your breasts. "So fuckin' gorgeous, cupcake."

Reaching down, you grabbed his girthy cock and rubbed the thick tip of it up and down your slit. His pre-cum smeared all over your labia and vulva, mixing with your own juices. "C'mon, ride me, baby. You're fuckin' soaked. Show me how much of a good girl you can be, yeah?" Joel spoke in a hoarse voice, leaving soft kisses on your collarbone and neck.

Moving from kneeling to a squatting position over his cock, you pressed the tip at your entrance and slid down with ease, putting your hands on Joel's broad shoulders to help balance yourself. "Oh, fuck, cupcake... so fuckin' good." Joel groaned, feeling the way your wet cunt engulfed his cock.

He was so fucking thick.

You whimpered loudly, working your way down his cock slowly. Joel placed his large hands on either side of your waist. "Doin' so good for me, princess." He kissed your temple, running a hand up and down your back. You inhaled deeply, holding your breath. You exhaled, knowing you reached the bottom of his thick shaft, feeling the thin layer of his pubic hair against your slit.

Joel allowed you to adjust for a moment, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. He was impatient and all he wanted to do was start fucking you relentlessly, but he didn't rush you. You bit your bottom lip slightly, in concentration, beginning to go up his cock, clenching around him tightly as you moved. It felt euphoric to you.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that, baby. Keep ridin' daddy's cock like that." Joel groaned, feeling the way you clenched around him. Going up and down on his girthy length at a normal pace, Joel's hands tightened on either side of your waist. He grunted and buried his face in your neck.

He didn't care anymore.

Joel held your hips down as he bucked and thrusted his hips upward frantically, hearing your pussy squelch everytime his cock went in and back out again. Your eyes rolled back and all you could possibly utter were pornographic moans, feeling the tip of his cock continuously hit your sensitive g-spot.

Quietly panting in your ear, Joel's libido was up to the ceiling. "Fuck, fuck, I can't stop, baby." His thrusts were deep and fast. His large hands clenched in the sheets, sweat dripping down the back of his neck, hips bucking wildly into yours. "Ungh, ungh, Joel!" You were seeing stars. Skin softly clapped against each other and his balls smacked against your slit continuously.

A big coil was building, deep inside of your stomach. You were gonna cum soon. Too fucking quick. "C'mon, princess, nearly there. You can do it." Joel groaned into your neck. "I'm gonna cum... daddy, I'm gonna cum..." You sobbed, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock, almost as if it was trying to keep him inside forever.

"Oh, fuck─if you keep clenchin' around me like that, I'm gonna fuck around and knock you up." Joel mumbled, not stopping his animalistic thrusts for nothing. You practically mewled at his words, eyes rolling back and drool slightly dribbling down your chin. "Need... need your cum... want it inside." You whined, barely able to form sentences.

Joel had the slightest smirk on his face. "Yeah? Fuck, you want it that bad, princess?" You nodded frantically, trying to bounce your hips up and down to meet his thrusts. Joel's grip on your waist tightened, seeing your response.

That was all he needed.

Burying his face into your neck, Joel groaned and his thrusts went back to the same, furious pace. He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. "Gonna fuckin' fill you up. Gonna go home with your sweet pussy filled with my cum... bet you'd want that, huh, princess?" Joel grunted, pushing his cock deeper into your sopping cunt, with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes, please... please, cum..." You whimpered, throwing your head back as he bottomed out continuously, followed by the sounds of your wet pussy. Feeling the tip of his cock prod your sensitive spot one last time, your back arched and your eyes rolled back. "Oh─oh, fuck, Joel!" You sobbed.

Your sweet, white consistency squirted and leaked out onto Joel's cock. Down your thighs, down his balls, and staining his bedsheets. Joel's thrusts didn't conclude. He wasn't done. "Fuck, yes, c'mon... c'mon." Joel growled into your neck, his strokes turning sloppy, but the desperation was still evident. At this point, you were seeing more than stars. You were overstimulating and your mouth stayed agape as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own.

Within seconds, Joel groaned loudly, pulling out and swiftly pushing his cock deep inside of your pussy, once more, to the brim. He stayed still, not moving an inch, as thick, white ropes of his semen squirted inside of your cunt. You felt the sudden hotness inside of you, but all you could do was go limp and relax on his lap, with his cock still bured inside of you.

Joel brought his hands up to your head and ran his fingers through your hair, kissing your flushed cheek as he chuckled, slightly out of breath.

"'m gonna need to get ya' a plan B, aren't I?"

🚀 authors note: ffs, this took way longer than anticipated, but this is js another one of my horny thots, so i hope this was somewhat satisfying.

(i need joel miller asap) 🫠

[inflorescnce]

"They have nothing on you."

pairing : Luke Castellan x daughter of hypnos! Reader setting and time : Camp Half-blood, june 2006

warnings/content : fluff summary: in which luke only has eyes for you. word count : 2,374

authors note : This is my first time actually writing a fanfic, so this may just be very bad. My writing style also may be all over the place, I just haven't found one I like yet 😿

“Why aren’t you dressed?”

You looked up to where the voice was coming from, only to be met with the face of your best friend, Alyssa. She was wearing a really cute sparkly dress, one that fit her perfectly.

“Don’t want to go,” you shrugged, your voice the same sleepy tone as it always was. But that comes with being the daughter of the god of sleep. Alyssa rolled her eyes before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of bed.

“Absolutely not; you are getting dressed, and we are going to that party.”

Before you could protest, you were already in the Athena cabin. “It’s not everyday we get to have a party here, and you want to spend it sleeping? sometimes I really dont get you.”

Alyssa was going through her closet, presumedly trying to find a dress for you to wear.

“It’s not my fault my dad is the actual god of sleep.” You groan. “And why should I even go to this party? I’m not a party person at all. You know that.”

“Because,” Alyssa turned to look at me. “He will be there”

“As if that means something, you really think out of all the girls he could pick at camp, he would pick me?”

“Well you’ll never know if you dont go” Alyssa finally seemed to have found something, and she turned to me once again. “put this on,” She was holding a dark grey mini dress.

You knew there was no use in arguing with her, if you said no she would probably put it on you herself. Reluctantly, you got up and changed. The dress fit a like glove, it was at times like this being the same size as your best friend was a livesaver. Alyssa gave a small clap when you went to show her how you looked in the dress and after that she spent almost 30 minutes doing your hair and make-up.

“You look so beautiful” Alyssa hugged you from behind, using the mirror to look at you “Luke would be an idiot if he didn’t think so too”

The amphitheatre transformed it to the perfect party spot, with tables full of drinks and foods and speakers blasting Rihanna and Eminem. You and Alyssa were sitting on the stone benches a few steps up, talking to a few apollo kids. You tried to listen to what they were talking about but you just couldn’t, not when he was there.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor was Luke Castellan, son of hermes. You’ve had a crush on him for almost three years now. But you’ve never told him about it, which was getting harder everyday as you had to see him every morning walking around the hermes cabin shirtless in search for his camp shirt that he had once again lost. Being the child of a minor god meant that you didnt have your own cabin, so you stayed in the hermes cabin with all the other minor god children. You had no complaints though, being able to see Luke come out of the bathrooms with wet hair, wearing only a towel was an absolute blessing. You were snapped out of your trance by Dahlia, your other best friend.

“oh my god ‘lyssa actually did it, you’re here” she faked a surprised voice before letting out a laugh “want to get a drink?”

You nodded before standing up, you wanted to aks Alyssa to come with you, but she was to busy talking to one of the apollo boys, so you just let her be.

You and Dahlia chatted about nothing and everything while walking to the drinks table.

“Have you seen clarisse’s dress?” Dahlia said while stuffing her mouth full with chips. She didn’t wait for you to awnser “I’m going to talk to her” and again without waiting for you to awnser, she walks away.

“Atleast someone has balls” You mutter under your breath. “Now what to drink?”

“I’d go for the grape juice, closest thing to wine we’ll get” A voice from behind starteld you.

You turned around to that Luke was standing behind you.

Your heart fluttered and the breath caught in your throat, leaving you momentarily gasping for air. The fairy lights above highlighted Luke's mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with a carefree joy that only someone like Hermes' son could have. His suggestion about grape juice brought a wave of laughter that released the tension you didn't know you were holding.

"Definitely," you replied, managing to keep your voice steady. "You can never go wrong with the classics, right?" You filled two cups with the juice and offered one to Luke. He accepted it with a nod, his fingers briefly brushing against yours.

The music changed then, transitioning from fast-paced Rihanna and Eminem songs to a slower, more enchanting tune that seemed to wrap around each person like silk threads, pulling them towards the dance floor. Couples began pairing off, swaying in a rhythm that was both timeless and new.

"Would you like to dance?" Luke asked formally, extending his hand towards you.

You were taken aback by the unexpected offer. It felt surreal, as if you had stepped into one of those dream sequences where everything fell perfectly into place according to your deepest desires. But this was real; it was Luke standing before you, waiting for your response. For a moment, you hesitated, the years of hiding your feelings for him weighing heavily on your decision. Then, without thinking, you placed your hand in his and felt a spark ignite within you that threatened to consume your entire being.

Following Luke's lead, you stepped onto the dance floor and felt your heart pounding against your chest. As the music swelled around you, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a sea of soft light and shadows. Luke moved with confidence but also with a gentle touch, as if he knew the power of every step they took together.

Your hands found their place on his shoulders, radiating warmth from the summer heat, while his settled lightly on your waist. The closeness between you sent waves of warmth throughout your body, reminiscent of evenings spent around bonfires and secrets whispered under starry skies.

The way Luke looked at you - with a sense of truly seeing you for the first time - melted away any uncertainty that had been building up over time. In his gaze, you were no longer just another pretty face among all the others at camp; you were the sole focus of his attention.

Your breath caught as he leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear. "You know," he murmured amidst the music, his voice rumbling softly, "I've always thought you were the best dancer out here."

A shy laugh escaped your lips. "Me? You must have me confused with one of the Apollo kids. They practically have rhythm flowing through their veins."

"Nah," Luke replied with a grin, spinning you effortlessly before pulling you back into his arms. "They have nothing on you."

In that moment, the world seemed to pause and catch its breath. His words were a ray of sunlight, piercing through the dense foliage of doubts and fears. A blush spread across your cheeks, feeling as though an artist had painted them with shades of warmth.

"Come on," you playfully retorted, trying to maintain composure despite the fluttering in your chest. "You must have been struck by Cupid's arrow to be saying such sweet things."

"Maybe I was," Luke shot back, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Or maybe I've just found the courage to speak what's been on my mind for some time now."

"And what's that?" You couldn't help but ask, curiosity mingling with hope like vines creeping up an old stone wall.

Luke's smile softened and he leaned back slightly, relishing in the intensity of your gaze that made the background noise of the party fade away. His voice lowered to a whisper, filled with a sincerity that sent shivers down your spine.

"That you, my dear dance partner," he began, "are the most captivating person I've ever met. Not because of how you move on the dance floor or how your laughter brings joy to those around you. But because when I look at you—I see home."

A surge of emotions washed over you, like a warm blanket on a cold night. It felt as though every secret glance and unspoken conversation had led to this one moment in time.

"Luke, I—"

As you spoke, he placed a gentle finger on your lips, silencing you but igniting a deeper conversation through his touch. "Shh," he whispered with a playful yet sincere tone. "No need for words right now. Let's just…dance."

And so you did.

The music enveloped you like a vine as you danced together, the world shrinking until it was just the two of you amidst a sea of beating hearts and rhythmic feet. The lights above cast a warm glow on your union, creating an intimate atmosphere. You moved to the rhythm of an ancient dance, swaying as if on gently swelling ocean waves.

His eyes never left yours, reflecting the twinkling stars in the night sky. In this dance, all your hesitations vanished and were replaced by newfound courage. Your fingers tightened on his shoulders, anchoring yourself to the moment.

Eventually, the song ended and the crowd erupted into applause for the band's final bow. But their noise was nothing compared to the symphony that played in your hearts.

He smiled mischievously at you, sparks of adventure lighting up his features. "Come with me," he said, barely audible over the cheers and clapping.

Without waiting for your response, Luke took your hand and led you through the crowd of dancers and out into the tranquil night. The cool air brushed against your skin, contrasting with the warmth still lingering from his touch. You followed him eagerly, barely touching the pebbled path as anticipation fluttered within you like a captured butterfly.

The moon hung like a silver coin in the sky, casting its ethereal glow on everything below. The world was transformed, familiar objects taking on a magical quality – trees becoming silhouettes guarding secrets and the lake turning into a pool of liquid silver.

Reaching the edge of the lake, Luke didn't pause. He took off his shoes and rolled up his pants before looking at you expectantly. Without speaking, you did the same, feeling the cool grass under your feet and then the shock of cold as your toes touched the water.

In unspoken agreement, you walked hand in hand into the lake, its surface parting around your ankles and sending ripples through the water. The sound of pebbles tumbling underfoot created a symphony just for the two of you. As you moved deeper into the lake's embrace, it hummed around your knees, beckoning you to dance.

Luke's hand was warm and steady in yours as you both paused to take in the beauty of the world from within the heart of the lake. It was a breathtaking sight - the moonlight shimmering on the water, starlight seemingly captured beneath the surface. Your reflections were side by side, two souls intertwined in a nightly masterpiece.

Turning towards you, Luke's eyes mirrored the galaxy above, full of mysteries and silent promises. Your breaths mingled with the misty air as he stepped closer, closing the gap between you until there were only inches separating your bodies. In his gaze was an unspoken question, an invitation to a place where time couldn't touch you.

The answer was already clear to you, like a flower blooming in your heart. You felt a magnetic pull towards Luke, one that seemed to defy the laws of gravity and connect you two in a way that redefined nature.

You met him halfway, your previous shyness melting away in his presence. His hands fit perfectly on your waist, as if they were meant to be there since the beginning of time. The world faded into the background, leaving only this moment between the two of you.

Your heart beat with an intensity matching the crashing waves against the shore. As Luke's eyes locked with yours, you saw all of your feelings reflected back at you—a depth that could never be captured by words alone.

As the air stirred and the light shimmered, every breath between your lips seemed to dance in anticipation. And when he turned his face towards yours, it was as though the stars had aligned to bring you together, destined for this moment.

At first, the kiss was tender, like a feather's touch or the gentle caress of moonlight on earth. But as your lips moved in unison, tenderness gave way to a surge of passion that pulsed through your body. Your urgent response matched his own, your bodies pressing together as if trying to meld into one being under the glow of the moon above.

In the stillness of the night, time paused, allowing the world to witness the union of two hearts. The cool water around your knees could not quell the fire ignited by Luke's kiss. It was a kiss that fulfilled longings, broke barriers and crumbled walls in a silent surrender.

You gently placed your hands on his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath your thumbs. A smile spread across your lips as you felt him return the gesture. Slowly, reluctantly, you both pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other, trying to catch your breath. Each exhale was a shudder of pleasure; each inhale was a silent vow.

The stillness surrounding you was profound, broken only by the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the distant sounds of celebration fading into the night. In Luke's embrace, with the cool water caressing your skin and the moonlight highlighting his features, it became clear that this was more than just a temporary escape or a fleeting entertainment. This moment—it was an awakening.

"Look at us," Luke whispered softly into the night air, "dancing under the moon in a lake like something out of a romantic fairy tale."

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[eminemstoy]

Dreaming of shirtless Eminem rn

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tags @tellmegoodbye @alrightbuckaroo @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @catanisspicy @three-drink-amy @rmd-writes @welcometololaland 💚

I have another TK/Owen moment from Flashback Fic because it involves a certain moose that I told @goodways about in this ask and now, much like Carlos after he hooked up with TK, I can't get Monty Morgan out of my head.

Owen cups TK’s left heel in his palm and moves the flashlight over it again, inspecting close. “God. I see another piece of glass. You’ve stepped in who-knows-what. When was your last tetanus shot?”

TK, who can barely recall his own name, wails at his dad to take a chill pill, and he’s so ridiculous it actually makes Owen laugh.

“There’s my boy,” he says, “You’re going to be okay.”

Owen finishes patching up TK’s feet quietly and helps him hobble across the living space to his bedroom. TK hasn’t spent the night here since he moved into his own rented apartment, and it’s pretty much the same it’s been since his late-teens:

Off-white walls are decorated with posters of Nirvana, Death Cab, Eminem, Muse, and shirtless Brad Pitt.

A bright yellow comforter covers the bed in the corner, the foot of which meets the window. TK has often sat at the end of this bed, staring at the street below, people watching, alone but not lonely.

The pinewood desk is long-free of schoolwork, neat now with a mug from the Guggenheim that is full of colorful pens, and a few old books about photography, human biology, and twentieth-century American literature, with a battered copy of The Catcher in the Rye on top.

A rug of muted rainbow squares remains on the hardwood floor.

And here is his shelf of well-squeezed plushies.

Mr. Bear the polar bear, missing an eye.

Rory the lion, whose mane he trimmed short with the kitchen scissors.

Montgomery ‘Monty’ Morgan the Moose, a gift from Aunt Elinor, who moved to Montreal to work at a research station when TK was eight. She mailed the silky-soft, sweet-faced moose with floppy antlers to Gwyn – a lifelong lover of perplexingly cute giant creatures like moose, manatees, walrus, sloths. Gwyn named him Montgomery ‘Monty’ Morgan and gave him to TK; TK took Monty Morgan with him to Owen’s because he helped with his homesickness when he was away from her.

TK grabs Monty Morgan for something to press against his sore stomach and crashes onto his old bed, his face twisting. He’s felt so unwell since he had to stand up again. To Owen, his son might as well be the colicy baby he once was, the way he’d thrash and his face would contort with pain. The way his tongue would jut in and out of his mouth. His mouth is dark red today. The skin around his lips blotchy as if zits lie below the surface, ready to erupt. His tongue is cracked like sun-dried earth, and earthish in tone, just a hint of its former pinkness. Slowly – yet it's strikingly apparent – TK lies before his father and drains to gray.

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[onepiece-polls]

OPLA fan cast polls - Enel prelims

There will only be 1 winner, so choose wisely.

Propaganda under the cut.

Jai Courtney: he’s an Australian actor who (unfortunately) played the boomerang guy in suicide squad and he was also (unfortunately) in the divergent movies. just google pictures of him shirtless and you’ll see my point. also he’s 6’1.

Jamie Bell: He's got the eyes and the ears (more or less).

Eminem:

Literally the inspiration for Enel’s design.

ok this could be considered a joke by some but i'm 100% serious lol this is my dream fancast for enel i think it would be incredible.

[newjenns]

shirtless eminem made me realize i was a flaming homosexual

oh Wow

[madaboutmathers]

Hi! I was wondering if you could make an Em x reader set back around the 2010s, after his sobriety. He and the reader have known each other since the start of his fame as she is a famous singer.

They have twin sons who are toddlers and they have a habit of calling their mother: “Blessing” after they had overheard Eminem refer to her as such continuously, so rather than calling her ‘mom’ she is referred to as “Blessing”. Thank you!

AN: Hi, I hope you like this x

You hadn’t thought this was going to be your life when you first started dating him. You had known him for what felt like forever but had never taken the next step. Until one drunken night gave you both two miracles. And here you were, three years later with those two ‘miracles’ racing into the room as you and Marshall tried to sleep. You looked over your shoulder to see Marshall sleeping soundly; all those party days had him being able to sleep through anything. “Shh, babies.” You coed in a whisper as you slowly moved from the sheets. Marshall’s arm moved to reach you in his sleep. You reached for your youngest by 15 minutes before he reached Marshall.

“Blessing.” Your oldest called out with a whisper too as he followed you. Your hand moved to take his as you brought his twin onto your hip. “Come on you.” You coed down, ruffling his hair. The name was spoken more than your own name, even by Marshall. You could count on one hand how many times they had called you mom. “Let’s get some breakfast.” You hummed and quietly took them both out of your room so Marshall could keep resting. “Not hungry.” Your youngest babbled in your ear, playing with a lock of your hair as you moved into the kitchen. “A little bit, for me?” You cooed and watched your oldest climb onto the stool around the kitchen island.

“For you blessing.” He babbled back. You rolled your eyes at his mannerism. He could be such a little, old man. A soft hum escaped you whilst you moved around the room; opening the fridge for their favourite juices. You decided on going live; your management needed some promotion for your album and unlike Marshall, you couldn’t get out of it. “Hey, guys. Good Morning.” You waved at your phone as the live began; the numbers steadily rising as you placed it on the table. Your boys are leaning in curiously. “So I’m here today with these little ones. The big guy is upstairs, sleeping.” You babbled out. The comments about Marshall flooded in and you shook your head.

“And what do we want?” You hummed, leaning in as you asked your sons. “Quiet.” Marshall mumbled sleepily as he leaned against the door. “Did we wake you?” You softly asked as he moved into shot; his hands ruffling the twins hair as they shouted at him. “Already up.” Marshall whispered, kissing the side of your lip and making the audience swoon. “Blessing..more juice.” Your oldest babbled and tugged on you for your attention to move all on him. “Coming love.” You giggled and began to refill their drinks. Marshall leaned against the counter, smiling softly at the screen before looking over at the phone. “Are you live?” He asked, moving his hand across the phone, again and again with your youngest copying him.

“Is it alive?” He babbled with big eyes. “No baby.” You giggled and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. His twin was munching on a banana you had passed to him as a shirtless Marshall moved back into frame; making himself a coffee. You fought against your eyes moving over his chest and focused on the twins. But it was still something the fans noticed as you moved around the kitchen, “We can have a quick Q&A.” You announced as Marshall moved to sit just out of sight. The hearts flooded your screen as you moved to place your hair up in a messy bun. You leaned in when your youngest tried to feed you his fruit and you took a bite; tickling his stomach and his soft laughs echoing around. 

“Blessing, help.” You moved to open the carton for your eldest whilst reading out the first question. “Why do your boys call you blessing?” Of course, that would be the first question, you thought to yourself. “It’s his fault.” You pout, pointing over to Marshall off screen who put his hands up in faux surrender. “Don’t even try and deny.” “It’s all Marshall calls me, so now the twins do too.” You explained with a soft pout, even though you knew it was adorable. Your eyes moved back to the comment section.

Shady’slover I’m sorry, can they be any cuter!!!! I love that…she’s Em’s blessing…I’m crying 

Hailiejade <3 <3 See you soon x

Marshall’sM&M I can’t deal with them…Can you get him on screen, pretty please?

Marshall shook his head as you read out the last comment and you pouted. But you understood and respected his boundaries. “Another time.” You teased your audience with a wink as you continued a small talk about your album. You teased them some more about a collaboration that you didn’t give any other information on. “Okay, then guys. Great speaking to you. We’ll have to do it again sometime.” You babbled, waving goodbye to them. It was soon over and Marshall wrapped his arms around you from behind. “You are my blessing.” He purred into your ear, softly giving you a kiss on the neck and your head fell back onto him; a soft smile coming over you.

You slowly turned into his hold, your hands moving down his chest. “You really are too sweet.” You whispered to him. “Too sweet,” Your oldest repeated and a soft giggle escaped you as you turned around. “Come on then, you two.” You coed and lifted him up whilst Marshall gently took your youngest. “Bath time.” He hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his head.

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Bonus Chapter!!!!

Marc Spector X OC

N O T E!!! This is a BONUS CHAPTER to my ongoing fic, Sunshine Startlight, Sweetheart, Brightside. You could read this without the full fic, but it's better with all the background. The fic is on a temperary pause still as I get situated in college, but I wanted to give everyone a lil half chapter as a thanks for all the support <3 takes place between chapter 17

Bonus Chapter Summary: Marc and Sam spend a lazy afternoon talking, playing, and fucking in bed.

All fanfic masterlist here I got lots of Moon Knight content, some Star Wars and Bruce Springsteen!

Warnings: Marc's childhood, fluffy, lil bit smutty, implied smut. pretend threating (it's just part of teasing I promise) Marc Spector listens to Eminem, Steven Grant watches Doctor Who. I will not be elaborating. Will be smutty in the sense of touching, dry humping, but the actual sex part is implied.

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“Okay, okay, first crush?” Marc asked, shirtless but wearing your oversized Bobs Burgers sweatpants. Marc, surprisingly, ended up liking the show. Steven wasn’t a fan.

“Uuuhhhh you’re gonna laugh at me…” Sam pulls the blanket up, covering her eyes.

Marc pulls it back down, kissing her forehead. “I would never laugh at you, Brightside”

Sam peeks her eyes out, looking at him “Okay… Anakin Skywalker when I was 8…”

He laughs.

Groaning, Sam tries to hide her face again, but Marc stops her, still smiling. “Please tell me it was little Anakin in that first one?”

Sam shakes her head, grimacing.

“Okay… the second one?”

“Attack of the Clones,” She corrected. “And no”

“So… the one where he turns evil?” He’s stifling a laugh now.

Sam turns over, burying her face in the pillow, muttering something he can’t hear.

Marc leans closer, not letting this go. “What was that, baby girl?”

He sits up, pulling Sam’s limp body off the pillow.

“Specifically the latter half of the movie.”

He laughs again, it’s so light and jovial, it makes her turn onto her back again, wanting to see him laugh. It was a rare sight, Sam soaks it in. 

Wanting to keep him smiling, she continues. “8 year old me really looked at him murdering a bunch of kids my age and said ‘He’s perfect’”

Marc grins wider and another chuckle escapes him. “Wow, that… explains a lot about you…” He tries to not laugh at Sam, but the idea of his sweet girlfriend who works with kids loving a genocidal child murderer was so odd to him. Always surprises with her.

Sam sits up, facing him on the bed “Okay, mr. judgy, who was your first crush?” 

Marc puts his hand on his bare, caramel chest and looked wistfully out the window. “Rachel Rosebaum, Hebrew school, first grade.”

Feigning indignance, Sam asked “Should I be worried about her?”

“Yeah, probably.” He shrugs, trying to hide his smile.

Sam tackles him back to the bed “Hey!”

“What?” He throws his hands up defensively. “She was my first girlfriend, I’ll always have a soft spot.”

“Oh, you dated, did you?”

“Yeah, for 2 weeks”

“Wow, intense.”

“Very. My mom even-” Marc stopped, hesitating.

Sam softly carded her fingers through his hair. “It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it.”

“No it’s fine, it was… it was before-” Before she hated me. “When things were good. She invited Rachel and her family over for dinner, but my dad and her’s got into some theological debate and they left before dinner even started.” Sam was laying on his stomach, feeling his belly laugh. “She didn’t come over again. A very Jewish end to a relationship” He was smiling, despite talking about his family, but he shifted the conversation before it went further. “What about you?”

“Hm?” Sam looked up at him.

“Who was your first boyfriend?” Marc clarified

Sam blushed, turning her focus back to tracing Marc’s arm muscles. “You actually can’t laugh about this one.” She was smiling, but she was serious.

Playing with her hair, Marc encouraged her on.

“Okay, my first boyfriend was Steven.”

Marc shifted to look at Sam, catching her eyes. “Really?” 

She smiled up at him. “Yeah.”

“Nothing in high school or college?”

“No, guys were only interested in sex with me. Most of them didn’t really want to get to know me, and the ones that did were more interested in the attention I gave them. I was the emotional girlfriend, but they didn’t want to actually date me. Closest I came was my senior prom date, but that ended badly too.” Sam cringed but smiled.

“Oh? How did that end?”

Sam moved up, laying her head on Marc’s chest. “It was like a teen movie, we had this great night and I was going to tell him I loved him. He’s the only person other than you and Steven I actually loved. But, alas!” You waved your hands dramatically and felt a small laugh in Marc’s chest. “He left prom to go meet up with another girl.”

Marc sat up quickly, making Sam roll down to his lap. “Are you serious?” He looked mad.

Sam looked up at him, slightly disoriented “It’s okay starlight, it was…” She mentally did the math. “Wow I guess it was 8 years ago. But yeah it was pretty dramatic. Chris was there with one of my friends, they’ll tell you it was dramatic as hell. Yelling and crying in this crazy poofy dress, Gone With the Wind style.” She joked, trying to relax him. “I’ll show you the dress when we get to my parents.”

He looked at you, bewildered. “Has every person you ever met, fucked you over?” There was sadness in his eyes.

“Oh honey,” Sam sat up, straddling his lap and taking his face in his hands. “No, just the men.” You joke, but Marc frowned. “Sorry, that was a joke baby. No, I’ve actually been very blessed with my friendships, and with you and Steven and Chris, Teresa. It’s just a handful of shitty people.” Marc was looking over her shoulder, deep in thought. Sam turned his focus to her again “What are you thinking about, Starlight?”

“Just… all these years. I wish I had found you sooner. I wish I could’ve kept you safe.”

“Honey, you’re 10 years older than me. The ages wouldn’t exactly work out.”

Marc thought about this. If he had seen a 17 year old when he was 27, he wouldn’t have looked at her twice. “I promise, I wasn’t always alone. I had Chris growing up, Jess and Elena in college, now I have them and you and Steven. You’re here now, that’s what matters. I’m safe, I’m happy, I’m loved.”

Marc tilted her head to kiss her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. “Always looking on the bright side, aren't you?”

Sam deepened the kiss, rocking her hips on his lap. “That’s my name, pretty boy” she felt him stir through her leggings

“How are you feeling, baby?” Her hours were a little different on break and he wanted to check in how she was feeling after a busy day. Marc and Sam had been going at it all after noon, and she fucked Steven this morning before work. 

She kissed his cheek, “Like I’m a space bound rocket ship and your hearts the moon, and I can’t live without you.”

Marc pushed Sam backwards on the bed, pinning her by the shoulders. “Oh no, don’t you start quoting Eminem at me, if Eminem lyrics apply to our relationship, something is wrong.” He wraps his hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her.

She grinned up at him “Oh come on, it’s a cute line!”

Marc looks at her with a straight face. “Honey, he kills her in the song.” He dead pans.

She rolls her eyes as he kisses her temple and into her hair. “Okay, fair point. Surely, theirs a nice, romantic Eminem song” Sam teases sarcastically.

“Hmmm” Marc considers pulling her tank top down to kiss lower. “Maybe Love the Way You Lie?” 

Sam grabs the hand on her neck, which Marc immediately removes. She takes the opportunity to wrap her legs around him and roll over, taking him with her. With Sam on top, she holds his hands to the bed. “He kills her in that one too!” Sam grinds on top of him, teasing him enough to feel him getting hard. She couldn’t help herself, he was so vulnerable under her; she started tickling his side.

Marc tries to smack her hands away, but she’s relentless.

“It’s only a threat, Brightside.” Marc picked her up by her waist, tossing her off him and towards the wall. He pinned her hands above her head and straddled over her knelt knees, preventing any movement. Sam tries to kiss him, to move her body on him, get a reaction, but she has no range of movement. Marc smirked at him, thinking he won. He started to tickle her. She wasn’t going to let him win. “Steven!” She calls.

“Don’t you dare!” He warns her, Steven was elsewhere in the headspace. He giggles, his free hand tickling her more in an attempt to make her stop talking.

She doesn’t listen. “Steven! Marc is threatening me!”

Steven took over, but he clearly didn’t buy Sam’s pleas. He kept her pinned to the wall. “What did you do sweetheart?” He smiled, but his eyes roamed over her body in the tight clothes.

“I didn’t do anything I swear!” but she couldn’t hide her smile. “Let my hands go, I have absolutely no ulterior motives!”

Don’t do it Steven! She’s trying to tickle me!

“How did he threaten you, darling?” Steven pretended to be sympathetic.

Sam pouted over-dramatically. “He said he was gonna tie me to the bed and set the house on fire, like the Eminem-Rhianna song”

Steven rolled his eyes “Oh god, Sam, I don’t know why you two insist on listening to that shit.” He kissed her, keeping her unable to do more than lean into the kiss, and he spoke out loud to Marc. “Well Marc, what’s your defense?” She started it! She was quoting Eminem first! Steven looked back at Sam, “Now sweetheart, Marc says you started it.” Steven pretended to chastise her.

She looked guilty. “Well… maybe…”

“That’s it, I’m banning Eminem!”

“No!”

“Too late! Eminem ban is effective today!”

“Steven noooooo” Sam wiggled, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Have fun with Marc, love.” He kissed her lips. “I’ll see you this evening.”

“Steven wait!” But he was gone.

Marc returned “Look what you did!” He scolded Sam, then turned to the side to yell at Steven. “If you ban Eminem, I’m banning Doctor Who.” Not happening mate.

“Marc noooo! Why do I have to suffer?” She pouts.

He cocks and eyebrow at her. “This is your fault! And yes, Steven, Doctor Who is banned.” Nope! I’m leaving bye! “Steven wait! God damn it.” He turned back to Sam, his arm getting tired. “You just haaaaaaad to get Steven!” He tried to act serious, but the smile was quipping up at his lips.

“You tried to tickle me!” Sam defended.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes “You literally tickled me first. And now” he smirked “I’m gonna punish you.”

Sam bites her lips, grinning. “Ohhhh, Marc!”

“Aht aht aht!” He shakes his head, fingers carefully running over her stomach. “Not like that, you like that shit too much.”  Marc starts to tickle her side again.

“Ah! Marc, wait!” 

He pauses, listening.

“If I can get Steven to lift the ban, will you punish me the way I like?” Sam pouted, making her eyes as big and innocent as possible.

Marc considered her offer. He finally dropped her arms, both arms wrapping around her waist and moving up to cup her breasts. “Hmmm… I could be convinced… How you gonna win him over though?”

Sam reaches down to feel Marc’s cock through the pants, making him twitch in her hand. “I think I have a few ideas…” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t make me try Jake next.”

No way in hell was he letting Jake take over with her hand on his dick. Marc moans at her grip, throwing her back down to the bed. “Mmmm, okay, deal.” He pushed her tank top up, revealing her breasts to him. “You gonna be good for me, Brightside?” He took her in, spread out and open for him, her hair extra red in the burn of the setting sun. He couldn’t wait to pull it.

Sam gripped his ass in her hands, pulling his pelvis to grind on her. “I’m gonna be so good for you, Starlight.”

Marc kissed into her neck, smelling her hair. “I know you will, pretty girl, I know you will.”

@ahookedheroespureheart @kr-mlk @mt2sssss @cherryvalentine1

Reblogs are the only way these really get shared so it would mean the world if you reblog this, but also leaving a comments warms my lil emo heart!!

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

it would've been 100% funnier if Edward's approach to getting Bella to appreciate her humanity was less begging her to not be a vampire and more....forcing himself to hang out with her human friends so she has a normal teenage experience lmao

could you imagine Edward Cullen at like...a high school football game?

getting dragged to an amusement park on senior ditch day

at some party and he has to pretend to be drunk to fit in with all the others

Mike, Eric, Tyler and Ben all start insisting on calling him Eddie

he goes on shopping trips with the girls because he's the only one with a running car that also has trunk space for their bags

he starts using his mind reading powers for The Gossip(tm) and Jessica is absolutely obsessed...finally someone with decent intell

God at some party everyone's lowkey high and they start playing truth or dare and Edward's using his powers to choose the least embarrassing option but Bella catches on and Edward Trusts Her so she picks him and he's expecting something tame like...truth what's your favorite color, dare kiss me or something lol but Bella looks him in the eyes and with no mercy dares him to strip tease while rapping an Eminem song. Mike films it. Edward didn't talk to her at all the next day lmao

they all go see a horror movie together and to Bella's absolute delight 1) it turns out to be a vampire movie and 2) Edward falls for every single jump scare

The Guys(tm) invite Edward to some weird bro bonding sleep over and Edward's expecting to be bored out of his mind without Bella but 3 redbulls, 2 video games and one ouija board session later they're all crying about their deepest fears to each other. Edward's telling them he's scared that if Bella marries him it will doom her eternal soul to hell but he can't live without her and they're like 'Eddie dude that's so specific calm down' 'have you considered therapy man??' 'bro you guys are 17'

Edward and Bella get roped into helping out with the senior prank and it goes t e r r i b l y. First time in half a century one of the Cullens have gotten suspended from school lmao

he sneaks Angela's little brothers candy every time they hang out at her house

Jessica begs him to tell her what Rosalie's skincare routine is but the vampire's don't even really have to shower they can just wipe stuff off and be good to go and he knows Nothing about skincare so he panics and tells her something absolutely batshit that nearly ruins her skin and Bella and Esme make him treat Jess to a spa day as an apology and Rose searches up everything on human skincare and buys some stuff for her

GOD can you imagine how helpful it would of been during eclipse to have completely non-objective friends chime in on the love triangle bullshit...Edward can vent about it without mentioning the vampire's and werewolves and they can tell him he's being dumb because she's clearly head over heels for him and is just friends with Jake

He's like 'but what if she stops loving me,,,' and they're like 'dude she's literally wedding planning with your sister and mom right now please shut the fuck up'

one day they plan a beach trip to somewhere other than La Push and it's cloudy enough that Edward should be fine if he keeps a shirt on and from then on the group has a mission: See Edward Shirtless. they go to LENGTHS. switching into his gym class. spilling things on him. begging Bella to take pictures for them. Good Christian Edward(tm) is scandalized but Bella thinks it's hilarious and keeps telling them he had crazy tattoos

Edward trying to fake pop culture knowledge to fit in but it's not working so he actually has to start paying attention to shit from the current decade and now he won't stop ranting to Bella about Harry Potter and he's very invested in Britney Spears' mental health

Edward trying to decode text talk and everyone makes fun of him bc he texts like a grandpa

Edward after one joint is on a full rant about how America should have handled the Spanish Influenza- like he has a detailed list of complaints and ideas- and everyone is like 'Bella I know he's rich but he's such a nerd Are You Sure you love him' skdjjdmd

anyway. let the old man act like a teenager for once. as a treat.

[asura-zoro]

Religious References in One Piece: Enel

I am finally putting this together after planning to do so for a few months now. I thought that this would be an interesting introduction to some of you who may not have known about Enel (besides looking like Eminem lol), unless you guys have a interest in studying religion. This is meant to give you guys some inspiration in looking further into the references I might list. By all means, some of these are based off of similarities that I see, so these might be/not be what Oda intended, or what you may see.

I'll get straight to it, Enel is based off of... Well, many deities! As his devil fruit is the rumble rumble fruit, which relates to lighting and thunder, obviously he's based off of gods associated with those elements. Appearance wise, with the taiko drums surrounding him and attached to his back, being shirtless, and having those eyebrows- this is more of a reference to Raijin the Shinto and Japanese Buddhist kami of storms. Raijin is a kami known for being associated with life and death, and even a trickster. Enel shares a similar name to Enlil/Elil, also a god associated with storms, but even seen as a universal god. Enlil was a Mesopotamian deity, but was also one of the Seven Archons (Gnosticism, this is very interesting to research, as it plays/ed a huge part in Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism...) named as Elilaios. Enel even shares characteristics with the universal god, El. Like stated earlier, El is a universal god, meaning that this god is held with higher regard than the others (like the god of gods); We know that Enel thinks of himself in this regard, in more of a narcissist way. We also know that Enel is outstandingly cocky, and does not care about the life of others (killing skypieans and his God's Warriors) we can see this in the Babylonian Flood Myth with Enlil, who caused the flood cause he was annoyed with the noses humans made, and with Raijin who liked to smite people at random sometimes. However, these Universal Gods were seen as just and intolerable of evil, which is just the pure opposite of Enel. However, Archons, were basically demons/personified demons; which is a dynamic that fits Enel more.

So to sum it up: 1) Enel's appearance, while being a reference to Eminem, is also based off of depictions of the kami Raijin (drums attached to back, eyebrows, being shirtless), and depictions of buddha (the stretched earlobes). 2) Enel's name (to me) seems like a reference to the ancient god Enlil/Elil, who has gnostic ties to Elilaios (one of the 7 Archons) 3) Enel's narcissist views of himself as a god, is to such a scale to see himself as THE god, like El & Enlil/Elil (more of the title, as these Gods weren't evil). 4) Enel shares no sympathy for humans; Enlil/Elil caused a flood because humans annoyed him, and Raijin would randomly smite humans. 5) Enel's personality: I see that Raijin fits him more, since he was a deity of death and chaos, which can lead to cockiness. The narcissist view of him being an indestructible god (universal god) also applies to this, leading to him overestimating himself and underestimating others. With the possible link to Elilaios of the 7 Archons, being demons/personified vices created by the Demiurge, which fits Enel. BONUS) Oda based Skypiea after Guatemala, so I also believe that Enel is loosely based off of the Mayan God of thunder/lightning Ah-Pekku. I couldn't really find anything on him to really expand on this or see if there is a deeper relation between the two. BONUS 2) Skypieans believed they should follow their God, rarely questioning the God's ruling. Similar to how the Sumerians believed that humanity's purpose is to serve gods (Enlil/Elil), who I would imagine not question the word of their god(s). Bruh I got major information overload when researching gnosticism, but its so interesting to research at the same time...

[notesfromachair]

Oscars So RIGHT

How is it that after 92 years the Oscars finally came up with both a telecast and a list of winners to be proud of?

Hitting the right notes, literally, for just about everything, the 2020 Oscars will probably be best remembered as the first time in history a foreign… ahem… INTERNATIONAL film won best picture.

Show tagline: PARASITE, NO HOST

Not only that, Parasite writer-director Bong Joon-ho…

[avaoracle]

Batfam Karaoke Headcannons pt 1:

Jason and Roy like to duet Fall Out Boy songs and against all logic they’re actually really good at it- Their renditions of ‘Phoenix’ and ‘I don’t care’ are masterful

Tim has made a game of finding every song that even remotely mentions/references Superman and changes the lyrics to superboy ~So far he’s done;

-Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

-Superman by Rachel Patton

-Waiting on Superman by Chris Daughtry

-Superman by Taylor Swift

-Superman by Lazlo Bane

-Love the way you Lie by Eminem ft Rihanna (Steph sang Rhianna’s parts and everyone was strangely impressed by Tim’s unexpected rap skillz)

Also he and Steph’s rendition of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘The Chain’ is to quote Dick “Off the Chain!” (Pun totally intended) Steph brings her own tambourine

Dick~Can’t sing~

“It would just be excessive if he could sing too.” ~Tim Drake

“Dick’s terrible singing voice is discernible proof that he wasn’t engineered in a lab to be the perfect male specimen.” ~Barbara Gordon

“He’s intelligent, kind, funny, charming, loyal, athletic, unreasonably attractive. He’s a beacon of goodness in the hero community, an excellent leader, brother and mentor...not to mention his other assets. If he could sing too.. no sexually oriented person would be safe....gay, straight, bi, pan, etc. all at risk. It would be chaos, the world would burn to a crisp from the thirst fire generated by billions of panties spontaneously bursting into flames....Is it hot in here??? Gah- Green panties, disco collar, no, wait mullet, okay, picture the mullet Steph, then remember hearing him butcher Total Eclipse of the Heart.....there we go, phew, good that was close!” ~Stephanie Brown during an eight month dry spell after seeing him rescue both a puppy, a baby and a toddler’s stuffed bunny from a fire, then watching him help Duke with his sign language so he could better communicate with Cass.....Then later accidentally walking in on him training shirtless.

[postnuclearophelia]

i put a shirtless photo of eminem taped on the wall of my studio i share with 12 other people im like this in real life too

[juggalettesx7]

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[zwowow]

Them coming out to their friends?

made possible by @lemon-coke and her knowledge of Kells nd his friends bc my ass was clueless

Em tells Paul over lunch. They’re talking about an upcoming album, possible appearances, and other things Em never cares about, but today isn’t even interested in pretending he gives a shit about. He’s picking at his food while Paul talks over his uncomfortable silence until he can’t stay quiet a minute longer.

“I’m seeing someone.” He says, interrupting Paul mid-sentence. Paul raises his eyebrow and leans back in his chair. Em’s dated people in the last few years, but no one worth mentioning to Paul, no one that makes his palms sweat and his heart race like this.

“Anybody I know?” Paul asks carefully. He knows Em wouldn’t be like this if there wasn’t a catch to the benign sentence ‘I’m seeing someone’.

Em takes a large gulp of his water, the cold liquid burns all the way down, and lubricates the way for an even colder truth.

He tells Paul. Paul laughs like it’s the best joke he’s heard in years. He’s got tears in his eyes and everything, the other restaurant patrons around them look at him, annoyed, but Em just stares.

Paul sobers after a few minutes of laughing and realizes that Em never joined in.

“Machine Gun Kelly?” He leans forward, eyes darting around them to make sure nobody is listening. “Are you fucking serious right now? Please say you’re fucking with me.”

Em purses his lips and tries to keep up the air of nonchalance even as his palms sweat. “I’m dead fucking serious.”

“And you think whatever you’re doing with him is worth it? Because the fallout when people find out is going to be worse than you fucking know.” Paul isn’t chastising, more reminding Em of the consequences of his actions as he’s had to do for over two decades.

But Em doesn’t need a reminder. He’s known what the aftermath of all of this was going to be since they started, and he’s not afraid of it anymore. Paul is asking him if Kells is worth it, and there’s not a part of him that doesn’t believe he is.

“Yeah, I think he’s worth it. Fuck, Paul, it’s like, I don’t know, man, I love him.” He stumbles a bit and Paul’s face softens with every word from disapproval to general confusion.

“I don’t know how the fuck that happened, but if it’s good for you, I’m all for it.”

Em sighs in relief. It’s just one person, but he could do it again. He could tell everybody he knows individually if it meant he could say those words over and over. I love him.

With Kells, it feels like a joke. He pulls Rook, Blaze, and Slim into the dining room and makes them sit down at the table. They look around like they’re on some kind of hidden camera reality show, and Kells would too, if he were in their shoes. There’s just no other way to do this. He can’t tell one of them and not the others, even if sworn to secrecy, the news he’s about to drop couldn’t be easily contained to one person.

Once they’re seated and he’s still standing, wringing his hands together to keep from pulling his fucking hair out, he clears his throat. Six eyes narrow on him and he feels his chest tighten. Maybe it can wait. He doesn’t have to tell them, yet. Em’s only told Paul, he can wait to tell the guys until Em has told three people, it’s only fair.

“You gonna tell us what’s going on or just keep twitching?” Rook looks at him, then raises his eyebrows at Slim like he’s saying ‘you seeing this too’. Kells turns his eyes to his hands to avoid Slim’s response.

He just needs to get this over with. But he can’t make himself speak. What does he even think is going to happen? His friends will hate him? Unlikely. His friends will hate Em? Probably, but that’s just loyalty to him, which he appreciates more than anything. And what if they say he should break up with Em? Would he do it to appease them? Would they ever ask something like that of him?

He’ll never know unless he tells them.

“I’m dating Eminem.” Kells gets the same response Em got from Paul. Laughter resounds from all around the table, Baze even wipes a tear from the corner of his eye he’s laughing so hard.

“Man, I thought you were gonna say something serious. Get the fuck outta here.” Slim grins, but it falls right away when he sees Kells is smiling tightly, not laughing with them. “You serious?” He asks, lower, more serious as the other two calm down too.

Kells nods. The three of them all look like they’re trying to process what he’s said, and the confused faces almost make him laugh.

He does laugh when they start asking questions, uncomfortable giggles and outright howls when Baze said he could’ve predicted it.

Rook sits for hours at the table with a grimace on his face and that makes Kells laugh, too. Even as he’s saying he’s happy Kells found someone that makes him happy his lip is curled up slightly.

Slim remains unconvinced Kells is doing anything but playing a really drawn out prank on them until Kells pulls his phone and pulls up a picture of him and Em in bed together. All three men get in close for a look, and immediately turn away, each of them blushing and apologizing for the doubt.

When he turns the phone back around and looks at it himself, Kells sees what they must have seen and blushes himself. They’re not doing anything in the photo, but the intimacy is undeniable. They’re both shirtless and Em’s face is buried in his neck. Kells is holding the phone up and the two of them make eye contact through the camera. He could look into Em’s eyes forever, and in that photo, he will.

After the picture, his friends don’t have many questions, or don’t have any that they really want the answer too. Instead, one by one, begrudgingly or not, they tell him they’re just happy he finally told them. On his way back to Em’s for the night, Kells can’t think about anything but how happy he is he told them, too.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

@rebelwrites ✨

When I opened this blog, I would never thought I could find someone like you. You're the most kind, lovely, funny and badass person ever. We started talking because of our language problems, sharing spanish-english translations, and you have become an important person to me. We're talking the whole damn day, about writings, about Mayans, about SOA, making jokes and having fun. You have helped me whenever I had a mental breakdown, giving me all the support on the world, and I couldn't be more proud of calling you my friend. Sending you a big hug with a lot of love from Spain, I will let you read why I wrote for you. And I just hope you have the best birthday ever surrounded by your friends, family and Kiwi. I love you, my lil slut ❤✨

When Heather wakes up lonely on her birthday morning, she's confused. And a little bit pissed, waiting to do it surrounded by Jax arms. She palms his side of the mattress to check that it's cold, so he probably had to leave the house for some club shit. Putting on her glasses and stepping out from the bed, she walks out of their shared room wearing nothing but one of his large black shirts. Grabbing the fabric in a fist, she takes a deep breath feeling less lonely as Jax's scent fills up his lungs. But some strange noises inside the kitchen push her out of his bubble.

Arching a brown eyebrow over the glasses, pulling the blonde locks of hair to a side, she sticks out her head off the frame to find Happy fighting with the coffeemaker.

“Son of a bitch… I'm going to fucking ki—”.

“Open the lash on the top and put the capsule inside”.

The man stares at her in silence, as if she talked to him in another language. Rolling her eyes, Heather takes some steps closer to follow the same instructions she had given him literally two seconds ago. He is fascinated.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Birthday”. He replies, as he points himself.

Squinting until she gets the joke, she can't help but break into loud laughs, scaring Happy for a moment because he wasn't expecting. Scaring. Happy.

“Jax asked me to pick you up”.

“No, thanks. I don't wanna die”.

“But you have to come with me”.

“For what?”

Nothing. Not a single word. He has already met his quota of conversation for the rest of the day. When the coffee is ready and the man is going to take the mug, Heather is fast clicking her tongue repeatedly.

“Make yours, grown man”.

A growl escapes from his mouth, watching him close his hands in two fists.

After a warm shower fantasizing about what her husband has prepared for today, she is ready to wear some clothes before leaving. Excited and with a bunch of ideas running through his head, she puts on a pair of ripped jeans with a comfy white shirt under a black squared franel shirt and her favorite jacket leather. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she finishes the outfit with her favorite pair of camel Timberland boots. Jax has tried a thousand times to convince her of changing them for a new pair, but she refuses, keeping that pair because it was the first gift that he made her.

Getting out from her room, tying up her hair on a messy bun and grabbing her bag, she follows Happy to the outside. Putting on the helmet, knowing that she will have to re-make her hairstyle, Heather sits behind the man not sure if it's a good idea; questioning herself why she can't simply drive her red Ford Fiesta to wherever they're going.

And she is starting to understand it after reaching the racing circuit in the surroundings of Charming. Jackson is already there, resting his body against a long car covered by a black sleeve. The smile on his face grows a little more when the president can make eye-contact with her. Jumping out from Happy's bike and giving him back the helmet, they meet halfway. Jax doesn't doubt, welcoming her between his arms and filling up her face with a bunch of tender kisses.

“Happy birthday, wifey”. His tone of voice is full of happiness and love, placing an arm over Heather's shoulders. “Ready to open your present?”

“Isn't this place too public to take off your jeans?”

The loud laughter that Jax utters makes her giggle. It's not like she can avoid these kinds of comments with someone like her husband.

“C'mon, lil slut”. He hums leading her to the car.

With nervous fingers, she pulls the cover out to the floor. Her heart races too fast, alternating her attention between the present and the man proudly smiling by her side. An immaculate red Mustang Shelby GT500 of '65, with two white strips crossing the whole body. Freshly restored just for her. Her dream car. Heather has talked about it like a hundred times with Jax, but she would never have thought that his husband could find one and all the pieces and original spare parts to tune it up.

She wants to say something, but her vocal cords look like they are freezed right now. Turning at the blonde man, starting to worry just in case she doesn't like the present, she practically jumps onto him. He can't help but cry. Since the first moment they two meet, the only thing that Jax has wanted is to make her happy. To make her laugh. To make her feel loved. To make her feel the most important person in his life. She is. For him, there's no one else but his amazing wife.

“Do you wanna ride it?” He murmurs into her ear, holding her tightly against his body. She nods in silence, she can't talk yet.

When the grip loosens, she takes off her glasses to clean the tears in her eyes, using the fist of the sleeve as her steps continue to her new stunning car. The smell of gingerbread fills her lungs, as soon as she opens the driver door, focusing her eyes on the air-freshener hanging from the rear view mirror. Jax can't help but break into loud laughter, as he sees her face looking at the item with a picture of him. Shirtless. The kinds of ideas that only he could have, obviously.

And it's like a damn fantasy. Not seeing her husband terrified on the copilot seat, but how fast her Mustang rides. Taking the curves like in a damn Daqar, almost putting it onto two wheels and speeding up on the long straight. The engine roars like a furious lion, vibrating the road under it. She loves the velocity. It makes her feel like the freedom after a lockdown. Heather has no words to explain it. But the happiness that runs her body is like touching the sky, with Eminem playing through the speakers just like in a dream.

And even if she thinks that the day wouldn't be better, her mind changes as soon as she reaches the yard of the clubhouse, driving her Mustang with Jax riding his bike by her side. A big birthday's banner welcomes her at Teller-Morrow. There are white balloons all around, the crew cheering her up with claps and whistles, before starting to sing to her.

Jax has been preparing it since a month ago, wanting it to be the perfect day just for his wifey. He would give her the moon, if she asks for it. Layla is the first one on hugging her, tightly and transmitting her all the love in the world; before being interrupted by the high-pitched barks of Kiwi. Of course, she should have been there too. Taking her best friend into her arms, receiving a bunch of dearly licks all around, Heather goes straight to Chibs and Opie to melt themselves into a big warm hug.

“Happe' berday', lass”.

“Hope you like what we did. We put on it our best”. Opie says about crying, seeing her so happy, aware that she deserves only good things in life.

“Yeah, but where's the pizza?” She asks with some chuckles, making them laugh.

“Next to the coffee, darling”.

Jackson takes her wife into his arms, leaving the poor Kiwi between their bodies not knowing who she has to lick now.

“Thank you for that, husby”. Heather pouts at him, looking at his god-damn-hot man through her eyelashes.

“You don't have to, my love. You know I would give my life for you, for seeing you smile. That's the only thing I want”. He replies, showing her that charming grin that makes her shake. “I love you more than anything, Heather. I can't imagine a day without making you happy. I can't imagine a fucking day without you”.