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dawnagustd · 1 year

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throat goat || jhs

⇝ title: Throat Goat ⇝ pairing: rapper!hoseok x stylist!reader ⇝ genre: smut | slight frenemies with benefits ⇝ summary: The only thing you and Hoseok can agree on is that you know how to snatch his soul every time. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 2k ⇝ warnings: unedited | strong language | reader is having a rocky sex life but nothing major | light bickering | degradation | semi-public sex | blowjob | tiddie fucking | reader is a baddie; let’s be real | slight power play dynamics | rude!hobi but he’s just frustrated | hoseok manspreading is a warning | teasing | spit/saliva play for lube | name calling | cum swallowing/eating | a little strip tease | breast fondling/groping | throat fucking | hair pulling | both of them confuse the hell out of me | open ending for those who don’t like those | reader is a “giver” | gagging | some aftercare | mixed emotions i guess | i think that’s all ⇝ author’s note: We’re late, but we’re here. This is my gift to the Hoseok heauxs(myself). It’s unedited but promising lol. You’ll see what I mean. Anyway, please enjoy this pwp. If you aren’t into the degrading stuff please don’t read this because though it isn’t too bad, the way he speaks to her in some moments is out of pocket lol. He doesn’t mean it, though (I think). Banner by @badgalsgetinfree (myself) ⇝ playlist: Pretty Girls Walk by Pretty Boss Vette | Slut Me Out by NLE Choppa | Don’t Play With It by Lola Brooke & Billy B

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“You wanted to see me?”

The door closes behind you and separates you from all the noises outside. All you hear now is a bunch of muffled voices and faint thuds as people move around backstage. It’s a big night, so the entire crew is busy making sure everything’s in order.

Hoseok has toured across the globe, and now it’s time for the grand finale. It’s only fitting he ends the journey where it all started. He wants everything to be perfect, so everyone’s been put through hell today, including you.

“No. I don’t.” The tone of his voice indicates his irritation. You know it isn’t towards you no matter what he says. He’s just stressed; otherwise, you wouldn’t be in here. “I just want some head.”

Of course, he does.

You give the man a little sample, and now it’s his lifeline. Though you have to admit it’s been satisfying you as well. It’s surprising to you because usually, you get bored quickly, but somehow Hoseok has managed to keep this going for this entire tour duration.

The first time it happened you were on his private jet. The second time, in the back of the sprinter, while everyone was getting food.

Anytime the opportunity was given, you’d swallow him up. And now, he can’t get enough.

“What makes you think I have it to give?”

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he gripes.

With an eye roll, you walk over to where he’s sitting in nothing but some boxers, manspreading on the couch as if he has all the time in the world. You look down at him scrolling through his phone while you stand there between his legs.

“I can’t tell.”

“Fuck. Are you gonna do it or what?”

You sigh. “I guess so.”

Honestly, you’re ecstatic deep down. In simple terms, you’re a “pleaser.” You enjoy taking someone to their ultimate high and then seeing them bathe in it while they come down. As for yourself, you’ve never really gotten off from being on the receiving end. You rather be in charge of your own orgasms; that way you’ll come every time.

You start to drop to your knees, but he stops you.

“Take something off.”

“You’re running out of time, Hoseok.”

“You get paid to dress me, not manage my time. So maybe you should chill out before that’s not a thing anymore.”

It’s an empty threat. You aren’t going anywhere. No one does this job like you.

No one.

“Have it your way,” you shrug. You take off your glasses and carefully set them on the small table. Hoseok has finally put his down just in time to watch you unbutton your sheer blouse, revealing your black lace bra underneath. You toss your shirt at him, and he catches it. You don’t miss the split-second pause before he puts it aside, probably wanting to inhale your perfume. “Is this okay?”

You spread your arms, displaying yourself for him, only for the rapper to shake his head. The next thing you take off is your bra, and his eyes begin to twinkle in the dimly lit dressing room.

“What about now?”

You squeeze your breasts together, giving him a little show while you wait for an answer. He sits up in his seat and places his hands at your sides. The warmth of his palms travels across your skin as he ventures up your body.

“Yeah, that’ll do it for me.”

Your body leans toward him while he cups your mounds, massaging them in his hands and even drawing a few moans from your lips. His lips delicately graze your flesh, and before he can get too carried away, you push him away.

“If you like them that much, I’ll show you a trick,” you tell him.

You drop to the floor and start pulling down his underwear. There’s not a second to waste. Soon this room will be filled with your team and others so all of you can get him ready for his performance.

His dick is at attention as soon as it jumps out of his boxers. You lick your lips, already tasting his essence just by looking at the clear substance forming at the tip. Wrapping your hand around his shaft, you position yourself over him and allow a generous amount of saliva to coat his cock. He hisses from the contact, already sensitive and eager to blow his load.

“Hurry up,” he grunts, displaying nothing but impatience. You smirk, knowing you find pleasure in giving him exactly what he’s asking for.

“Sure.”

Once his dick is adequately lubricated, you lean forward with mouth already open, and your throat relaxed. You wrap your mouth around the head and take him inch by inch until the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. You use the opportunity to coat him with more spit until your lungs are burning from lack of air. You pull off and release him with a pop, repeating the action until you’ve teased him so much that he turns red.

“Bitch, stop playing around,” he growls, gripping your hair.

Hoseok guides you to his cock, and you don’t object as he pushes your head down. He thrusts inside you, making you gag and choke around his girth. Your eyes begin to water as he penetrates your airways, leaving you lightheaded and gushing arousal into your panties. You’re thankful your shirt is short because the chill in the room is working overtime to cool down the pulsing heat between your legs. If you weren’t planning on using your hands tonight, you’d already have your fingers buried in your soaking cunt.

“Fuck are you doing to me?”

The gasp he makes when you start slurping and sucking him is the highlight of your night. You know he’s amazed by how much of him you can take in at once without needing to breathe, so that’s why you make it a point to show him there are many unlocked levels he hasn’t even discovered yet. Things he’ll probably never get to discover.

Tonight’s the last show. When the tour’s over, you’re taking a long vacation, and Hoseok will be the last person on your mind. This is fun, but you’d rather be doing this on the beach or something.

“Shit,” he whispers.

You hope he doesn’t think you’re letting him come this quickly.

He gets angry when you release him, but you aren’t done. You poke out your chest and smother his cock with your tits. You watch him unravel as you push them together and bounce them up and down on his dick. The lewd squelching sound of your saliva fills the room and encourages you to keep going.

“Hoseok.”

“Shut up,” he groans, eyes closed as he tries to stay seated. “I don’t want to hear you.”

His nails dig into the couch while he struggles to ground himself.

“Why? Because I make you feel good?”

“No, you aren’t special. Just convenient.”

“Convenient?” you laugh. “I like it. And you like me.”

“What? No, I–Fuck.”

Hoseok’s cock begins to twitch, and you know he’s at his peak. You switch back to sucking him, and within a few seconds, you’re milking him for everything he’s worth.

He moans and whimpers into the palm of his hand, hoping no one has heard him crying out your name. To save his pride, you pretend as if it never happened, but you definitely heard every syllable each time he called for you.

You swallow every drop and slowly remove him from your mouth. When he softens, you grab the shirt he came in with and start cleaning up the mess on both of you. Hoseok stays in his position, eyes closed as he comes down from his high.

As much as you’d love to watch him blossom in his post-orgasmic state, there’s no time. It’s time to get ready.

“Hoseok, can you help me up? I’m wearing heels.”

He finally snaps out of it and springs into action. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“You’re good. I just don’t want you to be late.”

He helps you up and helps you get your clothes back on. You do it in silence. Neither of you wants to be the one who says something first. Nobody really wants to bicker after something like what you two just did.

“We’re good, right?” he asks after you’ve turned away to retrieve his clothes. “I don’t really remember anything I said.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“If I didn’t like something, I’d tell you. Trust me.”

You pick out the last outfit on the rack, the one he picked, but when you turn around to take them to him, he’s already standing in front of you. He startles you, and you almost drop the clothes.

“Shit, Hoseok. You scared me.”

“You wanna come home with me tonight?”

Woah.

You were afraid this would happen. If he’s too attached, then—

“No, I’m not interested in you. I was just…thinking.”

Your head tilts with curiosity. “About?”

“Maybe I can help you with your little issue,” he suggests.

You should have known.

Hoseok has wanted to fuck you ever since you fucked around on the airplane. But you’ve shut him down every time with a “I’ll think about it.”

You have thought about it, and you can’t lie and say you haven’t been interested. You’re just worried you’ll be disappointed. You don’t want to ruin the fantasies you’ve had about him. What if he can’t deliver?

“Just spend a few days with me,” he adds. “Like we talked about.”

You sigh. “Hoseok, we’ve gotta get ready now.”

You ask him to step aside, but of course. He’s persistent.

“Look, you can’t gobble me up like that and expect me not to pay you back,” he winks.

You can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach that flutter at his words, but you’re still tangled up in the worst scenarios. It’s silly; you'd rather be horny than have bad or average sex.

“And what if I’m not interested? What if we don’t get along?”

“I live in a mansion, love. You won’t even have to see me if you don’t want to. Leave when you want, come to my room whenever you want to. Like I said, it’s up to you.”

A knock on the door brings the pressure on. If you don’t answer now, then it’s decided for you because you won’t be able to speak about this. He’ll be busy, and so will you. This is it.

“I–”

More knocking and voices of people waiting to rush in and prepare for the show. Hoseok tells them he’s getting dressed, but that’ll only hold them for a little bit. Your mind is having a tug of war because you’re so stubborn, but you’re also curious. What if he’s as good as you’ve imagined?

“I’m not going to pressure you if you say yes,” he assures. “If you want it, you tell me.”

“We only have fifteen minutes!”

You know that it’s time when someone mentions the time. You take a deep breath and step out of your comfort zone because maybe it’s the reason you’re so horny in the first place. You have to give someone a chance. And who better than…

“Hoseok?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to kill it out there,” you say to him.

You’re kind of surprised when he smiles at you because that’s never happened.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

You slip past him and make your way to the door to let in the staff, a growing smirk of your own gracing your face.

“Make sure you save some energy for me, though.”

But something tells you that you’ll be the one who needs to get some rest.

Either Hoseok’s about to rock your world, or you’re going to give each other the biggest headache you’ve ever had.

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heavyhitterheaux · 10 months

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Bed Full of Lies

Tahira's Tale as told by @moody4world

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

Lord where do I begin. This nigga really thought he had me fooled…fake ass promises, fake ass I love you’s and the list goes on and on. I’ll admit he had me in the beginning, I can admit that I was wrapped around his finger for a little while during our…whatever you wanna call it.

I wonder what the hell was going through his head thinking he could get away with something this disgusting. Beginning of march 2033 was when I met that son of a bitch. Charming as ever, fluffy curls and the most sparkling blue eyes that matched the waters there in Turks and Caicos. My mistake number 1 was smiling back at him in the hotel lobby. Mistake number 2 was smiling at him again that night at the beach side party and being foolish enough to dance with him.

Like a dumb ass I moved quickly to mistake number 3, accepting his invite to a party on a yacht the next morning, leading to my biggest mistake yet. Mistake number 4. Sleeping with him thinking that it would be the best way to conclude my ‘adventurous newly divorcee era’. Yes I had been married before.

My young 20 year old brain believed the guy I met at the ripe age of 16 in high school would be the same man I’d grow old with, only for that idea to come crashing when he told me he found someone new just a year later. That was 3 years ago and I haven’t outgrown my trust issues since. Constantly working and traveling to avoid making connections to anyone in that way again. Yet I unknowingly fell for the same trap but only this time I was the other woman.

Well….one of many it seems. After that night in Turks and Caicos Jack did not just leave it at that. We continued texting and face timing whenever we had the chance which frankly wasn’t that often due to both of us traveling often. Sometimes we would get lucky and end up in the same countries so we’d explore together and always ended up in one of our hotel rooms.

The pillow talk was the most dangerous part yet. That man just says anything when he’s pussy whipped, promised me a family, a house and anything that would make me smile and give into him all over again. We would dance around in our rooms, if I was staying in a suite or airbnb I’d cook for him.

Teaching him how to dance bachata was a headache, really showed his white side because that man had no rhythm. That should’ve been a red flag on its own but I guess I had to learn the hard way. Jack and I never argued up until November of 2033 when he started acting strange, that’s the first time my image of him started to change. He’d become a lot more protective over his phone and defensive when it came to certain topics.

Apparently I was the insecure one for questioning why his followers was somewhat private. Claiming “That’s a violation of my privacy though, why would you go through my followers for?” Everything just seemed to snowball from there, every time we met up we’d argue then fuck and make up then repeat.

Jack knew I was crazy, ever since I told him how I ruined my ex husband’s career after he cheated, Jack knew not to mess with me. After another fuck and make up session, Jack had to leave for sound check. All I could think about was his phone constantly ringing while he was in my bathroom and then hearing him whisper on the phone. I fought my urge, I really did but I couldn’t any longer. I knew his entire family tree’s names at this point, first and last.

Using every social media platform I could think of, I looked up more family members of his than I would like to admit. I just could not believe my eyes at what I was seeing. Not only did he have a wife but kids too…betrayal couldn’t even describe what I was feeling. It was that and much more, maybe rage? or was it hurt, embarrassment or rejection?

One thing I knew for certain is that I let my guard down to the wrong man for the second time in my life and I was going to make sure that he pays. Right as I was clicking out of the profile that revealed Jack’s truth, he himself walked back through my door. “Hey Hira I forgot to grab my wallet, did you see it?” All I could do was stare blankly at him as I approached him.

I could feel his uneasiness at my odd behavior but I wish he could feel the heat radiating from my body due to my blood boiling in anger. Before we both knew it a loud clap could be heard across my hallway and a burning sting rushing through my right palm as his left cheek began to change from pale and freckled to a bright pink that was definitely not from blushing. His right hand slowly came up to soothe the pain in his left cheek as he turned his head back to me at the same slow pace.

By now I was fighting my tears and he could definitely see it. The slap he just received along with me telling him to grab his wallet and get the hell out of my life through gritted teeth accompanied by my heavy breathing, told him everything he needed to know.

His dirty secret was out and there was no persuading me. He silently walked past me, grabbing his wallet and walked back to the door I held open waiting for him to leave. Once he got to the door he stopped, still holding his burning cheek and dared to look me in my eyes. My eyes may have been tear filled but I was not going to back down from my angered glare towards him. “Hira I’m so sorry” Well I’m assuming that’s what he said. All I had to hear was my name coming from his lying ass mouth for me to slam my door in his face. The walls I built around my heart 3 years ago came right back up just as fast as that door swung shut as my face flooded with tears.

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viktoriakomova · 9 months

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Said it before several times and I’ll say it again now for the anniversary: some of these heaux will never understand the absolute ecstasy of watching Russian team olympic gold happen in real time. They were not here for the epic highs and lows of the decade preceding that moment (mostly lows let’s be honest). Some of us invested our time and emotional energy into that flop ass national team that couldn’t cobble together a floor rotation if their goddamn lives were at stake. For 10 years. When they won junior worlds we were all like okay yeah whatever it’s junior worlds they’ll be retired before the end of next year probably 🙄. And then the p*ndemic. But no. They did it. They actually did it. They fucking won. It was a fever dream. Best day of my entire wretchèd life.

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highclassheaux · 1 year

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so....originally i was going to do a series of posts that basically went step by step on how to become high end...

but my plans unexpectedly changed.

i’d been keeping in touch with several of my clients and when they found out that i was about to stage a comeback and return to the world of the heaux...

2 of them propositioned me and asked if i would be interested in entering an exclusive or semi-exclusive arrangement with them.

so now i’m in 2 semi-exclusive arrangements and i’m a kept mistress lol and i have no idea if i’m ever going to be a full time heaux again lol.

so instead, what i’m going to do is put all of my advice onto this blog about what i think it takes to become high end. all the things i’ve learned throughout my experiences.

none of this is gospel. there’s more than one way to become high end, and these are just the observations and experiences of one black woman. your mileage may vary but i do believe that if someone wants to be in the top tier of providers and is willing to work hard and follow the advice i’m going to lay out, THEY WILL MAKE IT.

and since i don’t have to worry about impressing anyone or being “PC” or polite, i’m going to be blunt as fuck because i see so many girls on here and other social medias either flat out lying or sugarcoating and it’s resulting in girls being set up for failure.

but on my blog? oh i’m just going to tell it like IT IS.

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wontonsoupho · 1 year

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THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

SYNOPSIS

This series was inspired by GOD HIMSELF , my personal life , my own spiritual experience , and journey of self. The people , places , and events that occur are loosely based from things I have witnessed or partook in; or are inspired by the lives of those whom surround me in which I love dearly. I wrote this series to have conversations about those uncomfortable and controversial topics , in hopes of bringing darkness to the light so that people can heal their hidden traumas. I’d kindly advise you NOT to steal any of my work as it is protected legally binding underneath Copyright Law with THE ARTIVERSE PRODUCTIONS and Wattpad Corp. — Artist the Author

GENRE : URBAN DRAMA / FICTION

LEADS : DAVE EAST X SHANNON THORNTON

SETTING : MACABRE , GEORGIA (fictional city in the belly of ATL)

“YOU DROVE ME AWAY and then they TOOK ME , only GOD can save me now.”

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

Has anyone ever heard of the saying ,

‘FATE HAS A FUNNY WAY OF WORKING ITS SELF OUT?’

On the dreary morning of October 14th , 1999 , sixteen year old Prodigy of The Arts , Goapele Scott was officially declared missing fourty-eighty hours after she was nowhere to be found within her self acclaimed hometown of Macabre , Georgia. Sources say that she was last spotted in a heated disagreement with longtime family friend Georgia State University's Star Basketball Player seventeen year old Xodus Casanova.

The two not only knew each other very well , but also allegedly concocted a plan to run away together which led authorities to believe that the Elite Division I Power Forward had involvement in Goapele's disappearance-however , that could not be any further from the case. Twenty long years , never ending pain , severe strife , and many tears later she mysteriously returns opening Pandora's box.

Two worlds collide after demons from their pasts force them both into a whirlwind of mayhem. Goapele and Xodus were two traumatized souls , but by the power of truth , God made them BLUE.

The question is , WILL THEY SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH TO WATCH IT COME INTO FRUITION ?

STARRING | LEADS

SHANNON THORNTON (circa 2019-present) as GOAPELE SCOTT

THE ANGELOU FROM HEAVEN

“I bet you NEVER thought you’d SEE ME AGAIN huh?”

DATE OF BIRTH : SEPTEMBER 22ND , 1985

HOMETOWN : BROOKLYN , NEW YORK

PHYSIQUE : 5 FT. 3 IN. — 127 LBS

DAVE EAST (circa 2016-present) as XODUS CASANOVA

GOLIATH REINCARNATED

“Our lives are like the fucking LIVING TESTAMENT Xo , can’t be surprised that it’s so damn treacherous.”

DATE OF BIRTH : MAY 23RD , 1984

HOMETOWN : QUEENS , NEW YORK

PHYSIQUE : 6 FT. 7 IN. — 253 LBS

FEATURING | SIDES

lela rochon as MAYOR CASANOVA

missy elliot MAMA QASIM

sonía braga as MAMA SOSA

jazzy amra as KAGOME

ava mcclure as NANI

faith jaggernauth as CHITTY

amil whitehead as MOTHER MACABRE

bia as PRINCESS

lola brooke as FLOJO

demetrius flenory jr. as KASPER

skepta as MAC 3

bandhunta izzy as DRAEKO

sebastian mikael as CHÖSEN

VISUAL AESTHETICS & CLOSING REMARKS | CINEMATOGRAPHY & AUTHOR’S NOTE

Hello my favorite heauxs!—and to those of you who don’t already know me I hope you’re enjoying your experience in the Artiverse. I want to start off by saying that my name is Artist Oriental , and I’m just an anomalous child of The Most High here baring gifts and fruits to give to the collective. For the past decade and a half I have been perfecting the craft of storytelling , and I’m at a point in my practice where I’m focused on broadening my horizons and expanding the audience I’ve been blessed to entertain and edify. From filling up notebooks all day long in class to hundreds and thousands of reads on Wattpad , my love for the art of literacy has never faded. Throughout the years I’ve been a breathing witness to the evolution of Artist as a person , creator , and soul—and may I say she’s come a mighty long way. As I grow older and enter my quarter century milestone , I find more and more that my work is often a reflection of my peculiar perception with the perfect blend of my eccentric imagination. With that being said; GOD WILL BE PRESENT IN ALL OF ARTIST THE AUTHOR’S CONTENT. I will not denounce the reality that I know to be true , experience , and choose to express. If that is unsettling for you my world may not be tailored to your liking , therefore feel free to roam at YOUR OWN DISCRETION. You can expect that the majority of work coming from me is more than likely to have some sort of spiritual aspect in it. There will also be lots of poetic vibes and a great deal of strong adult themes that usually hold HEAVY CONTROVERSY. At times my writing can get crude and dark , I tend to hound in on the gruesome details because I want readers to feel every raw emotion , but don’t be alarmed you’ll always be forewarned. Within The World of Artist have the opportunity to find all types of experiences from different genres like Urban Fiction all the way to Sci-Fi , so it’ll be hard not to get immersed. I chose this series as my debut piece because of how much it means to me at a soul level , and it further exhibits the growth I’ve had since deciding to master the element of literature. It’s also in hindsight my first ever official screenwriting piece which makes me all the more excited as I am intimated. Please take your time trekking through the universe I’ve created , and know that when you’re here things normally are vague and obscure at a first glance; sometimes it may feel a bit riddling to latch onto—but I promise you all there is a method to my madman ways. I’m gonna finish off with saying a big thank you to GOD for invoking divine favor upon everything that I am , Nothing would exist to be if it weren’t for my Guide and I’m standing under that irrefutable truth. All praise goes to The Most High , forever and ever. Remember that everything you need or desire is already within you; Create the World that’s Yours. Until next time my little Jezebels , be the influence not the influenced. — Artist the Author

Copyrights © Artist the Author 2022

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hisqueeninthenorth · 2 years

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Them Dragons n Nem aka The Chronicles of Rhaeneesha and Daemoni went hard last night. Spoilers below do if you didn’t watch keep scrolling heaux and if you didn’t watch, wtf you waiting for 😑

Aight so boom- we open this episode in the Mufuckin Vale y’all. Y’all remember when the 8 finger King sent Daemoni on his way right? Well, Daemoni being the incestuous homicidal maniac that he is decided that it’s not a homecoming without unaliving someone. And that someone was Lady Rhea Targaryen, heiress to Runestone. She was a Lil baddie too. She used her words better than she rode that horse.

We should all know that when Daemoni has on that damn hooded cloak the bullsh1t is sure to follow. I respect her gangsta though. She went out like a G and talked sh1t til the end. I couldn’t find a lie in anything she said.

Now let’s get back to the get back. The eight fingered King, or is it seven fingers? Ion know but them gloves he had on was gloving. The eight fingered king was on the ship and he had yet to get his sea legs because he was looking like a wight from Game of Thrones, all grey and green before he threw up 😑 not his best moment. “Is this your King???” Seriously eight fingers, do better.

Ser Otto Hightower was leaving the Red Keep for the unemployment line. I almost thought he was a robot til he hugged his daughter. Tough love but that battery in her back was unnecessary. Good riddance Kneegah. And may you have the retirement you deserve.

So the Royal retinue went to Driftmark y’all and I LIVED. First of all the castle rivals the Red Keep, but Corlys is the richest Kneegah in Westeros so I wasn’t surprised. The new hand is all “Is this how house Velaryon greets their king” and Laena’s fine a$$ was like “be easy my kneegah, daddy ain’t jumping for y’all uninvited begging a$$es.”

The entryway in High Tide was amazing. The funerary masks remind me of the masks from Benin. I see what they did there.

But NAWT Corlys Receiving ole eight fingers in a throne room of his own. And NAWT the eight fingers begging for an alliance after he snubbed him from the jump. Corlys said my grandpickney gonna be Velaryons, and Eight fingers was like “whatchyu mean Velaryons? We Dragons beech, and Dragons we will remain.” In the end a compromise ws reached and Rhaeneesha is getting hitched to her cousin yall. Honorable mention to Rhaeneesha being an ally for the LGBTQ way back when. She was like ion like Goose, I like Duck so we gon do what needs to be done but you can go on head and eat your duck or goose or whatever it is you like and ima do me. And yes fat meat is indeed greasy.

And about her cousin. Princess Rhaenys knows what typea time her son is on. She also knows that marriage and Raheneesha being the heir is a possible death sentence for them and her future grandchildren. Is she black cuz only black people have those spidey senses built in for imminent danger 🤷🏽‍♀️ anywho, we get a scene of Laenor frolicking with his paramour and it was cute or whatever but not like hot like Rhaeneesha and her sneaky link.

The Queen shall be forever known as Alicent Ms Mixie Messy because why is she so invested in who Rhaeneesha puts her Kewcheepurse on??? Dude in the garden- the new hands son/ is the same one Ser Criston unhorsed. Looks like he got twisted up cuz he was plotting and scheming with his bent body. “Bop it, twist it” why is it his or Alicents business that Rhaeneesha took the Plan Tea??? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Now back on the boat Ser Criston invited Rhaeneesha on an economy class ship to struggle love. He was like “babe we can eat oranges and ship hop and be married because I Luh you gworl.” 😑 Rhaeneesha was like “Bruh I am the Crown, and I’m not Dyck Dizzy enough to give up my inheritance to ship hop.” It was at that moment the course of the upcoming war changed. Ser Criston came down with a case of the spurns. He talm bout soiling his cloak as if he didn’t give up the drawers so easily. Dude was committed. At anytime while unlacing those hundreds of laces on those boots he could have opted out. That scene was giving “Why do fools fall in love” Rhaeneesha gave him the mmmbopshadoopbopbop and now he can’t see straight.

Alicent Ms Mixie Messy pressing Ser Criston will never not be weird. You can’t commit a crime with that jilted kneegah because Ser, no one asked you for that information. He was on some Ray J “I hit it first” nonsense and no one asked.

Issa wedding feast yall. And Jason Lannister went up to the dais looking real goofy. That fake smile that Viserys gave him after he said that dumb sh1t about women not being ready for a battle is today’s equivalent of the “church lady fawk you” 😑

Now them Velaryons are some Majestic kneegahs. Y’all saw the procession??? They came in there like yes we kneegahs with silver locks and dragons.. who fawkin wit us?? It was a moment.

Here comes Alicent Ms Mixie Messy in her house colors and a subtle battle cry and call for treason in the midst of Eight Fingers speech. The disrespect. But y’all tryna tell me no one noticed what she was up to? No one in that hall save for the other Greens was smarter than a fifth grader cuz ain’t no way they couldn’t put two and two together. Ray Charles saw it 👀

The Medieval Cha-Cha Slide was lit. That “Hey” was a whole vibe 😭

Here come Daemoni with his messy a$$. Ser Royce really tried it with accusing him- and rightfully so but Daemoni yet again wins the day. The “you’re evicted” sent me. He don’t GAF about nothing because why was he toying with Rhaeneesha’s emotions in front of her daddy eight fingers face??? I know her kewcheepurse was THUMPING when he grabbed her jaw and he almost made ole eight fingers have a stroke. It was wild.

Joffrey Lonmouth, Laenor’s sneaky link, has a long mouth. Because he pressing Ser Criston at the feast like he knows this man. I’m yelling at the tv “You don’t know this man” when Ser Criston clenched his fist I knew it was a wrap. I thought he was finna pull the blicky and send my boy to the upper room but it went down different.

Laenor getting tossed around like a delicate doll was too much fah me. Ser Harwyn Strong really lived up to his name because he was just tossing kneegahs left and right. Then tossed Rhaeneesha over his shoulder like she didn’t weigh an ounce.

Ser Criston has HANDSSSS. I almost felt bad for Ser Longmouth. If “Talk sh1t get hit” was a person, it’s him. I’m like you shoulda just sat there and ate your food. Now look. Blood and brains on the floor. Hole in your head. He was weighed and measured and came up short. Ser Criston put the paws on him, minked minked minked his a$$ and sadly he didn’t live to see another day.

I felt cheated because how did it pop off? Were there words after that? Or did it take a minute for Ser Criston to realize the kneegah was testing his gangsta 🤔

Them Westerosi Kneegahs are a different breed for sure. I guess it ain’t a real wedding unless somebody makes it to the creators throne room 🤷🏽‍♀️ but the way they made Laenor marry Rhaeneesha with his sneaky links blood and brains on the floor is a different type of disassociating. But it’s Westeros so I guess.

Ser Criston playing the victim talm bout he was dishonored so he gonna take his own life and here comes Alicent Ms Mixie Messy to fully bring him over to her side. I wanna feel bad for Criston, I just can’t knowing how this whole thing ends and the role he played in it. Rhaeneesha kewcheepurse must be bomb because she had all the kneegahs there checking for her. Ser Harwyn, Daemoni, Criston. Sis has options 🤷🏽‍♀️ and I’m not mad at her.

All in all we Light The way saw little action but a lot of setup. 10/10 would recommend.

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Sooooooooooo yesterday was a fun day for sci-fi, huh?

Picard S2 - was it good? No! Did I enjoy it way more than S1? Absolutely! God it was so much more fun!

Overall I'm very pleased with where the characters all ended up. I'm not gonna say too much rn in case a lot of people haven't seen it yet, but I think they generally tied it up ok?

I do find it INFINITELY FUNNY that, after a season of never finishing an episode arc satisfyingly without an arbitrary cliffhanger, they finished the finale BY ADDING A SURPRISE NEW PLOT POINT TO DRAW OVER INTO SEASON 3...that honestly flips over into high camp, so sure, go off 🤷‍♂️

Strange New Worlds - was THAT good? YEEEEAH BAYBEEEEE 😎😎😎 That shit is DUMB and I LIKE IT!

Pike is still hot (actually he's got hotter) and all of the side characters are promising so far. I like that they went straight in with a classic bio-disguise episode, and it's nice to see them commit to the time period by having it be a new and imperfect process.

Also shoutout to the Medical Girlies™ - constantly proving to be the funniest members of Starfleet.

I do wish they'd, like, buff some surfaces in the Enterprise though. Don't get me wrong, I get it - shiny = new, shiny = futuristic and space-age - but it's honestly just visually distracting. I can tell that from a production-standpoint, they wanna take advantage of their fancy new screen-wall and have the warp effect reflect off the floors and shit, and as a visual design heaux I respect that...but it just doesn't look good.

Also some of the sets feel slightly too big imo - engineering/the warp drive room looked like it stretched on for MILES, and whilst it kinda makes sense, it doesn't have the same sense of character that the more intimate older sets do.

Buuuuut also this is also literally the first episode, so I'll shut my piehole and focus on the fact that so far I'm VERY into the show!

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These Edibles Ain't Shit

AN: Have any of my Urban heauxs wanted to get high with him?

Synopsis: You want to get high with your boyfriend Urban and get a hold of some edibles from your cousin Tamia. Urban tells you to listen to him on how much to take and you end up in a situation when you don't.

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader

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"Baby! No! Don't take that much. It'll be a week before your high wears off."

Well you didn't know.

You were new to this thing.

"Well how much should I take?"

You simply handed Urban your laced rice krispy treat you got from your cousin and he tore off a small corner and handed it to you.

You simply stared at your hand in disbelief before looking back up at him.

"Are you... are you serious? That isn't about to do anything."

"Trust me mamas. It's enough."

"Urb... I want to get high and this cannot be enough."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course, wouldn’t be doing this with anybody else."

"Then don't eat anymore after you eat what I gave you."

You rolled your eyes and complied.... at first.

About ten minutes later you still weren't feeling anything and was starting to get annoyed.

"Mamas, I'll be back. I'm going to get snacks for us. Anything you want in particular besides your big ass bag of gummy bears?"

"Nope. And that's why I keep you around Wyatt. You know the way to my heart is with food."

All he did was laugh before kissing you and grabbing his keys.

Once you heard the door close, you grabbed another piece of your edible and popped it in your mouth.

"These edibles ain't shit. I don't know what Tamia and Urban were talking about."

Those were your famous last words.

When Urban returned he found you sitting on the living room floor staring at the wall and was thoroughly confused.

He called out to you but you weren't answering him.

Just rocking back and forth hugging your knees. He turned you around and your eyes were red as hell.

"Ohhh fuck. Y/N did you take more when I left?!"

"Urb, everything is in slow motion. I can't feel anything. I think I stopped breathing."

"Didn't I tell you not to take anymore?! It's your first time doing this and you need to take it slow. Besides you wouldn't be talking to me if you weren't breathing."

"I wasn't feeling anything!"

"Baby, you have to wait until it kicks in. How much more did you take?"

You simply pointed to where the edibles now sat on top of the living room table.

Urban went to inspect how much you had taken and you heard him quietly mutter "Oh fuck." Under his breath.

"Urbbb, I have to work tomorrow this shit needs to wear off. I don't like this game anymore."

"Uhhh mamas from the looks of it, you won't be going anywhere tomorrow."

"Whaaaat? What do you mean?"

"I've never even taken as much at one time as you did."

"URBANNNN, I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

"Baby, you aren't going to die. We just have to wait until it wears off."

"I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO MARRY YOU YET!"

"I promise we will."

You were now curled into the fetal position and Urban picked you up to place you back on the couch.

"Urb..."

"Yes?"

"Why are there four of you? I thought I was only dating one of you? You're not a quadruplet and didn't tell me, right?"

"No, there's just one of me."

"Someoneee please call 911." You belted out singing Wyclef Jean's song and all Urban could do was laugh.

"What you laughing for? I need the paramedics."

"I promise you that you don't."

"I'm about to kill Tamia when I see her."

"Don't get mad at her, you're the one who can't follow directions."

"Urb, make it stopppp."

"What you want me to do? You already ate it so it's not like I can go get it out of you."

You sighed before sitting up and trying to get your shirt off.

"Umm, mamas you need some help? And what are you doing?"

"I'm hot now."

Urban helped you get your shirt off leaving you in your sports bra and you simply laid your head in his lap.

It was silent for a few minutes before you started singing.

Urban was convinced you had been listening to your 90s and early 2000s playlist again.

"Tell me whyyyy! Ain't nothing but a heartache! Tell me whyyy! Ain't nothing but a mistake! Tell me whyyyy! I never want to hear you say I want it that wayyyy!"

"Oh lord."

Then you suddenly switched to Lil Scrappy and Trillville.

"What it is hoe? A wassup? Can a playa get in them guts?"

All Urban did was sigh and let you continue with your little concert.

"Urb, you can get in my guts anytime you want."

"Thank you for that, Y/N."

"Likeee right now."

"Uhh, maybe later."

"Whyyyy?"

"I have to make sure I keep you alive."

"YOU PROMISED ME I WASN'T GONNA DIE!"

"Okay wrong word choice. You aren't but just... I need to keep an eye on you."

"You can keep an eye on me as you eat me out."

"As tempting as that offer is, no."

"You're no fun."

You had eventually fallen asleep and Urban decided to call your cousin Tamia who gave you the edibles and tell her how far gone you were.

"She took HOW MUCH?"

"She's sleeping so I'm hoping at least a little of it wore off."

"Her dumbass just doesn't listen, does she?"

"No and I told her not to take anymore than what I gave her."

"Well call me back if she doesn't wake up in two days. Better yet, call 911."

When you finally came to it was light outside and Urban had his arms wrapped around you knocked out.

You had no idea where you were, what time it was, or what happened after you broke off that last piece of your edible.

Oh.

The edibles must have worked.

A little too good in your case.

You were tapping Urban to wake him up and when he did all he did was stare at you.

By the look on his face you could tell he was annoyed with you but concerned at the same time.

"Welcome back, princess."

"Urby... what happened yesterday because I don't remember?"

All he did was sigh.

"Y/N, when I tell you not to do something just listen next time. And you mean the day before yesterday."

"I'm confused what did I do? And wait... I SLEPT THROUGH AN ENTIRE DAY!?"

"Yes, yes you did, and what didn't you do is the question."

"Well can I have some more when I get home from work?"

"HELL NO."

"Fine, I'll just call Tamia."

"She said you're banned from getting edibles from her ever again."

"Yall aren't any fun. Can we smoke next time?"

"The way you acted the other day lets me know there probably shouldn't be a next time but..."

"So yes?!"

Urban threw off the covers before sitting up and looking at you.

"We're going to need two bags of gummy bears for this."

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topconfessions · 2 years

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Oh the HSH YG info isn't alleged it's from part of YGs trial it's part of the testimony apparently they met several times

Naver

https://ent.sbs.co.kr/news/article.do?article_id=E10010251432&plink=ORI&cooper=NAVER

AKP

https://www.allkpop.com/article/2022/05/yang-hyun-suks-5th-open-trial-reveals-he-first-met-han-seo-hee-as-a-client-and-a-high-end-escort

Interesting.

HSH was too comfortable antagonizing TOPs fans in the manner she did. I am going to put **allegedly** for this but I have a theory that **ALLEGEDLY** Top truly met HSH I.e for escort purposes and also for weed connections. He was never contacting her for regular romantic interests. They were not friends with benefits. Thank you for submitting this cause tbh I don't care if this is true or false but we finally (allegedly, maybe) solved why this entire weed scandal occured in the first place. HSH was a safe escort who masked as a trainee / did sponsor work for trainee placement (which explains why she NEVER once got picked to debut for any group she was put in with all this label hopping. I've seen girls with equal looks to her or uglier / more bizarre looking than her debut so there has to be some reason why). It all makes sense.

The entire scandal with T@P and HSH seemed extremely off in why top would just NOW in his career let some random young heaux fuck it all up for him. This perfectly solves it. I don't know why it never occured to me...but I am starting to think the media globally both America and abroad in Korea grooms us to believe escorts, sugar babies, pay for play and prostitutes are older women or 20s plus women leaning into 30s. She had and has the look of your everyday slightly above average Korean girl from age 19-26. Also I am judging strictly on what T@p has told us through interviews and music that he did run through girls often "dating" around being a player with no real attachments. I know he said on radio star he dated someone for 3-4 years but she was a drunk, but we have to remember that no matter whether we love top or not, celebrities have to fabricate and say things a certain way and top to me always seems like the type to over complicate and embellish simple stories to overprotect himself.

Anyways this solves it to me. Maybe not you guys but to me it's solved.

HSH was an industry floozy he got too comfortable with and made the wrong moves with then got thrown under the bus by surprise. Had T@P never gotten sloppy with her and only treated her as a one time thing or did all this smoking with her elsewhere instead of his house his career would be so different as well as bigbang.

Also top and hsh had too much cold detachment towards each other also while throwing each other under the bus too easily to ever be a real couple or brief friends with benefits. Sis smeared him like he was just a dick appointment and she didn't know him as a person at all so this explains everything. I should have known she was an escort when she called him "weird" as well all the other evidence out there cause anyone who is geniunely aware of who top is above clout knows he's a weird ass person for better and worse. She didn't know shit about him other than he was a massive big bang star.

Solves a lot. Thanks.

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ricadiosa · 3 years

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affirmation: i’ve just stepped into the next greatest era of my life.

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wontonsoupho · 1 year

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THE

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MASTER | LIST

“You are now entering … THE ARTIVERSE!”

“Y’all keep in mind I’m an ARTIST , and I’m sensitive about MY SHIT!”

— ERYKAH BADU (circa 1997 , Tyrone LIVE)

AUTHOR’S NOTE : Hello my favorite heauxs and welcome to the Artiverse! My name is Artist and I am just that — I like to think that my name came with heavy weight and intent that I plan to live up to. This debrief is just to provide you with a warm greeting as you transition from one world into the next. I also want to forewarn you that ALL MY WORK IS RATED MATURE. Again , anything from Artist the Author Production is PROHIBITED FROM MINORS. Everything here in the Artiverse is a pure , original creation — and it is protected under Copyright Law with Artist the Author Production , Amazon , and Wattpad. I’d kindly advise you NOT to plagiarize any content from aesthetics all the way to plots , events , characteristics of any cast members , fictional settings (i.e. made up cities or countries) , people , or lives. Otherwise this could lead to having legal actions proceeded against you. This is a curated master list of all my current ongoing series as well for a select few that debut in the near or distant future. Without further ado , scroll below and immerse yourself into the world that humbly awaits you.

A WORLD FOR THE HEAUXS

(SCREEN-SERIES & SCREENPLAYS)

“You ain’t been NOWHERE until you been to the ARTIVERSE.”

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MADE THEM BLUE

GENRE : URBAN DRAMA / FICTION

LEADS : DAVE EAST (circa 2016-present) X SHANNON THORNTON (circa 2019-present)

BLURB

: Has anyone ever heard of the saying , 'FATE HAS A FUNNY WAY OF WORKING ITS’ SELF OUT?'

On the dreary morning of April 14th , 1999 , sixteen year old Prodigy of The Arts , Goapele Scott was officially declared missing fourty-eighty hours after she was nowhere to be found within her self acclaimed hometown of Macabre , Georgia. Sources say that she was last spotted in a heated disagreement with longtime family friend Georgia State University's Star Basketball Player seventeen year old Xodus Casanova.

Two worlds collide after demons from their pasts force them both into a whirlwind of mayhem. Goapele and Xodus were two traumatized souls , but by the power of truth , God made them BLUE.

The question is , will they survive long enough to watch it come into fruition?

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: CHARACTER | BREAKDOWN

: FIRST QUARTER | ‘PANDORA’S PALACE’

: PILOT | WHEN THE LEVEES BREAK

: EPISODE 1 | SEEING GHOSTS

: EPISODE 2 | I KNOW WHY THE CAGED ANGELS SANG

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HEEL

GENRE : URBAN THRILLER / EROTICA BDSM

LEADS : AALIYAH HAUGHTON (circa 1999-2001) X DAVE EAST (circa 2018-present)

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: FAME , MONEY , POWER AND GREED-all things that just don't mix no matter how it's rationed.

Twenty six year old Triple Threat Carolina Kennedy is forced to flee her city after an assassination attempt on her life from a business deal gone bad with her fiancé and his enemies. In hopes of keeping her safe from harm , thirty year old opulent mogul Kazimir Kennedy sends her to stay in Detroit with his longtime friend Hawthorne Amadeus; a former secret service agent and Sergeant Major of the US Army. Far away from her high profile lifestyle and all the flashing lights at the apex of her career , Carolina finds herself experiencing new things under the protection of not only Hawthorne but his wife Sylest Amadeus; a political activist and entrepreneur , and their girlfriend Valerian St. James; a muscian , actress , and aspiring producer.

Having to trust people who are more strangers than anything to her with her life places Carolina into a state of vulnerability she never knew of before , and she begins to build a friendly connection with those who came to her rescue-but is it all just a fatal attachment?

Secrets , Lies , Deceit , & Unfaithfulness are all unearthed behind the walls of The Amadeus household , and much like the truth everything done in the dark arises into the new sun to see the light of day. When Carolina is put in a life threatening position to choose between what she desires to do , and what is needed of her to do , will she make the right decision? No hero is free of weakness , even Superman had Kryptonite; but this Sage happened to have one of the most naughtiest Heels a person could possibly have.

How was she going to be able to heal herself when the very thing that is killing her is what she needs to keep herself alive?

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: MEET | THE CAST

: ACT I | ‘MORE MONEY MORE PROBLEMS’

: CHAPTER I | FIRST TAKES & SLATES

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tylynnthe-internetkween · 4 years

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dc41896 · 3 years

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An Ear Full

Pairing: Mike WeissxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: His ex-wife’s tried. Paul’s tried. Pretty much everyone in Mike’s life has tried to set him straight. Maybe your approach won’t be futile like the rest.

⚠️: Language, mentions of Drug Use, brief mention of Nudity, Angsty times, Arguing, ends in Fluff tho (as always because I’m a soft heaux lol)!

You’ve always heard people complain about the annoying, constant beep of the heart monitor. How it makes those who need complete silence unable to sleep nor watch the small television in peace without having to turn it up nearly to max volume. Even then it wasn’t enough to drown out the monotonous tone.

It brought you comfort though. Comfort that he was still on this side hopefully feeling your presence as you sat across from his sleeping figure.

It’s funny. Even with you screaming at each other the day before, you were still there as if nothing happened.

You guessed you could chalk that up to love.

“Give me the bag,” he ordered exasperated and annoyed. Was it from his long disappeared high? The nude woman sprawled against his pillows and sheets? You simply arriving at the cluttered, disorganized house with his clothes in tow trying to get him ready for the hearing? It could’ve been all three, but you just standing there looking at him perched on the edge of his king bed wasn’t helping.

“Give me the fucking bag!,” he repeated raising his voice and making you jump from this unfamiliar tone. Sure you’d heard him like this with his ex wife, Jamie, or whoever was unlucky enough to have ticked him off that day, but he’d never directed his anger towards you.

And after you were done with him, he’d dare not do it again.

Setting his freshly washed and pressed outfit down on the one table Jamie left him, you retrieve the small, black bag containing his stash of favorites along with needles and other paraphernalia he’d need to get to the numbing bliss he loved. He watched you step closer, at what felt like an agonizing pace, holding out his hand to take it from you until your sharp turn to the bathroom and a zipper being unzipped cause him to hurriedly follow, moving faster than he did in a long while.

The sploosh and light thunk of all the bag’s contents hitting the shallow, toilet water and eventually bottom of the bowl has him yanking it from your hands before moving you out the way. “What are you doing?!”

“You want it? Then go get it! Dig in the toilet that hasn’t been cleaned in God knows how long and get your shit because I’m not giving it to you!”

“Y/N please, I don’t have time for your mouth right now.”

“Oh but you have time for random hookers who pretend to be your friend for the night? Or however long you pay them for? You have time for their mouths right?,” you snap.

Any other time, his glare would’ve had you intimated. Trying to avoid upsetting him any further and retreating to your corner like a scared kitten. Now you were standing inches from those pale blue eyes as if daring him to make his next move.

“Yeah. Especially when they don’t talk and let me have my way!”

“Right because that’s what you want. Little yes men that’ll keep enabling you instead of being around those who actually care for you and want to help!”

“Jeez can you both quiet down? I’m trying to sleep,” the previously naked stranger now standing a few feet away in Mike’s red button down states with a yawn.

“You, can leave!,” he shouts over his shoulder before his dark, sunken eyes re-connected with yours. “And why’s it a problem now? You’ve known me for a year yet you haven’t said anything before.”

He was right. You could’ve tried to say something earlier, but you were honestly afraid. You didn’t want to overstep and already knew he’d advise you to stay in your own business rather than poking in his. Now though, it’s like you felt this sense of obligation to at least say something even if he would just brush you off.

You knew exactly where it came from, but you couldn’t tell him. No, you shouldn’t tell him. Just like how you shouldn’t be having the feelings you currently were for him. You could already hear your parent’s and friends’ voices telling you to distance yourself before it’s too late.

“Aww looks like someone has a little crush on you Mike,” the woman mocks. Her condescending tone making frustrated tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Bet you wish you were the one sharing a bed with him hm?”

“Didn’t I tell you to go?!” His gaze stayed glued to you and how your fist nervously shook at your side. Whenever you felt overwhelmed or stressed, your fidgeting fingers lacing with each other was always a dead giveaway. There were plenty of times you two would be hard at work and he’d grab your hand holding it in his larger one until you finally let out that long harbored breath in your chest.

He was willing to bet what little he owned that you were actively fighting how desperately your fingers wanted to fidget, thus confirming whatever her name was’ statement.

“Y/N-,”

“I gotta go,” you interrupted trying to ignore the newfound softness in his features as you rushed pass and out the cramped bathroom. “Remember the hearing’s at four.”

That’s the last thing you said to him. Even when he arrived in court, you only acknowledged each other with a small nod and occasional quick glance. Early the next morning, you were abruptly awoken from your sleep at a panicked call from Paul explaining how he’d arrived at Mike’s to find him OD’d and was now at the hospital waiting to see if he’d make it.

You showed up shortly after not bothering to change out of your pajamas and hadn’t left his side since he was wheeled into his own room from being transferred out of the ICU. Paul wanted to stay, but you insisted he go back home to his family and get some rest. Plus his baby girl would be up soon, and you knew he wanted to be there to help.

So, here you sat in the leather recliner bundled in three blankets trying to keep yourself warm.

“Comfortable?” His gravelly voice hitting your ears has a sympathetic smile forming on your lips as you stand to be even closer to him.

“Nice pjs,” he weakly chuckles at your Mickey Mouse themed top and matching shorts.

“You know where you are? Or what happened?”

“Well from the annoying beeps and bright lights, I’m guessing the hospital,” he sighs. “And the last thing I remember is shooting up, so looks like I overdid it for me to end up here.”

Your disapproving glare at his easygoing attitude only makes him chuckle more. “What? I’m still alive relax.”

“Barely! You coded twice Mike! They thought you wouldn’t make it.”

“But I did so calm down!”

Silence falls over the two of you as you both just peer at each other apparently on track to continue your passionate conversation from before.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you finally speak barely above a whisper crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Alright, no more arguing-,”

“No I mean working with you and Paul. I’m done.”

He winces slowly trying to sit up ignoring your cautions that he should stay put and rest.

“Look I’m sorry about yelling at you and what happened back at the house, but don’t quit okay? We need you. And Paul especially.”

“It’s not about you yelling,” you sniff wiping your eyes before your tears could fall past your lids. “I can’t just sit and watch you keep doing this to yourself.”

“Mr. Weiss! Good to see those eyes open,” Sherry, the middle-aged nurse, smiles entering the room. “And I’m sure your friend is excited too. She’s been here beside you all morning.”

“Yea. She probably doesn’t believe me but I’m happy to see her too,” he answers reaching up with a small grunt to wipe away a missed tear rolling down your cheek.

“Aw I’m sure she does. I don’t mean to interrupt, I’m just here to get your vitals and then I’ll be on my way.”

It takes mere seconds for her to write down his information from the monitor and draw a vile of blood before she’s removing her gloves and letting you both know the doctor would eventually be in to talk with Mike. As soon as the heavy door clicked shut, the silence presumed although now more awkward with your brains each not really knowing what to say next.

“…Maybe it’s time I give this up.”

“Mike seriously.” You’d need about two or three more hands to count how many times you’ve heard Mike swear how he’s gonna get help, especially after a near death experience or the lowest of lows once his high has completely diminished. Those who were used to his antics knew not to trust his words and definitely wouldn’t be holding their breath.

“I’m being serious. I think it’s time to put this behind me for good.”

Narrowed eyes pointed at him, you want to believe that he really wanted to be done, but slowly you were joining those who knew better when it came to Mike.

“…this better not be a joke. Or you just saying what you think I want to hear.”

“I swear on my dead alligator it’s not, and I’ll even make a deal with you. Of course you’ll take over for me while I’m gone, but if I don’t last three months then you replace me for good.”

“No, I couldn’t do that to you.”

“You wouldn’t be doing anything to me,” he yawns. Clearly whatever meds he was on must’ve been kicking in from his oncoming lethargy. “Plus it’s best for clients to have a sober lawyer, which definitely makes you a better fit than me.”

Cold hand brushing the few strands of hair from his sweaty forehead, you lean in to place a gentle kiss on his temple before raking your fingers through his strands nearly making him go back to sleep that second from the relaxing sensation.

“Don’t worry about any deals, you just focus on getting better,” you whisper watching him eventually drift back into sleep.

———

“This!,” the little boy giggled pointing to yet another one of Mike’s many tattoos. They’d probably gone over those littering his arms and chest twice already, but Mike didn’t mind. He’d go over them 20 times to keep seeing how his son’s eyes would light up as his tiny finger traced the ink along his skin.

“That one’s for tic tac toe,” he chuckles watching Grayson attempt to lift his arm permanently marked with perfectly circular dots above and below a red line. The five year old always got a kick out of that one, flashing his toothy grin as his eyes squeezed shut.

“Anddd this one dada!”

His smile grows softer gazing over his two newest additions lying just above and below the junction that was his inner elbow. The purposeful placement concealing the leftover scars that didn’t seem to want to disappear. Of course he’d always remember what was lying underneath, but the two pictures representing the people that stole his heart helped ground him to his formally unimaginable present.

“That’s a kiss from mommy and your footprint.”

“Nuh uh, too small,” he states trying to press his foot against the shaded image as proof making Mike laugh.

“It’s your baby footprint Gray. They take it the same day you’re born and put it on your birth certificate,” Mike explains as Grayson’s mouth forms a little “o”. “You remember what dada called these?”

“Favorite,” he shyly answers.

“That’s right! And they’re my favorite because you and mama are always with me wherever I go and remind me of the best days of my life.”

“What’s your best days?,” you ask stepping out of the bathroom having just completed your nightly routine. He never saw himself as the type of guy fawning over the most minuscule thing his significant other did, he surely didn’t with Jamie, yet here he was giddy at your radiant skin fragranced by the vanilla in your soap and the light hum that left your smiling lips as you comfortably slid into bed.

“Well besides the days I get to cuddle with both of you?,” he smiles kissing the top of Grayson’s head lying on his chest before kissing your temple. “It’s the day little man was born of course.”

“Rightfully so,” you giggle kissing the palm of your sons hand currently outstretched trying to hug you closer.

“And the day you set me straight.”

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