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rafesbabygirlx · 19 days ago

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6 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 🎄 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒚

𝙳𝚊𝚢 4 - 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎 - 𝙳𝚊𝚍!𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚡 𝚆𝚒𝚏𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙾𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢)

On Christmas Eve, the house feels peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of Christmas lights reflecting off the ornaments hanging from the tree. The scent of pine fills the air, mingling with the faint notes of Christmas carols playing softly downstairs. The living room is quiet, cozy, and intimate, the warmth from the fireplace casting a golden glow over everything. Drew, having just put Aiden and Ayla back to bed after they had woken up to have a bottle each, slipped quietly through the hallway, entering the living room, the faint sound of his footsteps barely heard on the hardwood floors.

You’re curled up by the tree, a mug of hot cocoa in your hands, gazing at the twinkling lights. Drew’s eyes meet yours, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “I thought I’d find you here,” he says, his voice low and teasing, as he steps closer. You smile, glancing up at him with a playful look in your eyes.

“Couldn’t wait to sit by the tree until morning?” he murmurs, his tone laced with both amusement and affection as he stops just in front of you.

You chuckle softly, setting the mug down. “I didn’t want to fall asleep on you,” you reply, meeting his gaze with a hint of mischief. “Plus, the tree’s too beautiful not to admire.” You and Drew just had your twins 9 months ago. This was their first Christmas and it felt unreal with the doubled amount of gifts under the tree.

Drew chuckles in return, his hands reaching down to gently pull you to your feet. His touch is warm, and the moment you’re standing, he pulls you close, his breath mingling with yours. “I know something that’s much more beautiful,” he says, voice soft but heavy with meaning.

As he draws you in, his lips meet yours in a kiss that starts slow and tender. The warmth of his body and the heat of the fire crackling nearby make everything feel right. His hands wander to your back, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens, an unspoken connection growing between you. Every small sound feels amplified—the rustling of fabric as you shift closer, the quickened pace of your breath, the faint hum of carols coming from downstairs—all of it merging into the perfect stillness of the moment.

Drew pulls away slightly, his lips grazing your cheek, his voice low as he whispers, “This night… it’s ours.” His hands trail down to your waist, his touch gentle but firm, like he never wants to let go.

You smile, your heart full. “I know,” you reply, your voice soft, “And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

His hands move to your shoulders, slowly brushing your hair back, before he presses another kiss to your lips. The kiss is slow and deliberate, a promise, and you can feel the connection between you intensify. It’s not just the holiday spirit; it’s the warmth of your shared love, your first Christmas as parents, the quiet understanding that no matter how many Christmases pass, moments like this will always hold something special.

When the kiss breaks, Drew pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze softens, and he smiles—a quiet, genuine smile that makes your heart flutter. “I have something for you,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, neatly wrapped gift.

You raise an eyebrow, surprised. “You didn’t have to,” you say, but the smile on his face says it all.

“I know,” he replies, “But I wanted to.” He presses the small box into your hand.

You unwrap it slowly, and inside is a delicate silver bracelet, simple but elegant. Your heart swells with emotion as you look up at him. “Drew, it’s beautiful,” you whisper.

He smiles, his thumb brushing over your wrist as he gently fastens it on. “I thought it was perfect for you,” he says, his voice quiet but full of affection. “Just like you are to me.”

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and he pulls you closer again, both of you tangled in the warmth of the moment. The faint sound of Christmas songs continues to play softly from the house's speakers, but it’s the softness of Drew’s rough hands on your skin, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and the quiet, unconditional love that fills the room—this is what makes this Christmas Eve so special.

He guides you gently toward the couch, the two of you moving in perfect unison, as though the world outside doesn’t exist. You sink down onto the plush cushions together, the glow of the Christmas lights casting a golden hue over his face. His lips trail softly down your jawline and along your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His hands explore, rough but careful, gliding over the fabric of your sweater as though he’s memorizing every curve.

You slide your hands under his shirt, your fingers skimming the fine hair on his chest. Drew shivers under your touch, his breath hitching against your skin. His gaze meets yours, intense and filled with something deeper than desire—a quiet adoration that makes your chest tighten.

Slowly, you reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, and he lets out a low chuckle as the static makes his mullet stand on end. “Didn’t think Christmas was supposed to be this electrifying,” he teases, his voice warm and husky.

You laugh softly, brushing your fingers through his disheveled hair before leaning in to kiss him again, this time with a fierceness that takes even you by surprise. His hands slide under your sweater, tugging it up inch by inch, the fabric brushing against your skin until it joins his shirt in a forgotten heap on the floor.

Drew pauses for a moment, his hands resting on your bare waist, his eyes roaming over you with a mixture of reverence and hunger. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

You pull him closer, your fingers working at the button of his jeans as his lips find yours once more. The soft crackle of the fire and the gentle hum of the storm outside create a world of intimacy and comfort, as layers of clothing fall away, leaving only the warmth of skin against skin.

Drew’s kisses deepen as the two of you become lost in the heat of the moment, your bodies pressed together. The soft glow of the firelight flickers across his skin, casting shadows that seem to dance in time with your quickening breaths. His hands roam freely now, exploring every inch of your body, pausing to trace gentle patterns along your curves.

He shifts slightly, guiding you to lie back on the couch, his lips never leaving yours as he moves. His hands grip your hips firmly, his touch strong yet tender. Drew finally breaks the kiss, just long enough to catch his breath, his eyes locking onto yours as a mischievous smile spreads across his face.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he murmurs, his voice low and dripping with intent.

Before you can respond, his kisses trail down your neck, his lips warm and deliberate as they travel lower between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. His hands find the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric. Slowly, almost teasingly, he slides them down your hips, past your thighs, and off completely, letting them drop onto the floor. He catches your gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of hunger and adoration, before he shifts his focus to your legs.

Gently, he lifts one of your legs, bringing it up toward his shoulder. His lips press soft, lingering kisses along the length of your calf, moving all the way down to your ankle. He repeats the motion on the other leg, taking his time, his lips worshipping every inch of your skin. Each kiss leaves a trail of warmth that ignites a deeper ache within you.

Finally, Drew lowers himself back down, his kisses retracing their path up your legs, over your thighs, and back to your lips. His weight presses down on you, grounding you as he captures your mouth with his, the heat between you reaching a fever pitch.

“Drew,” you whisper against his lips, your voice shaky and filled with need. “I need you.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I know, baby,” he says softly, his voice both comforting and wicked.

Without breaking eye contact, Drew adjusts himself, his hand moving between your bodies as he lines himself up with you. His lips brush against yours again as he slowly pushes into you, filling you completely in one fluid motion. A gasp escapes your lips, and he groans softly, the sound vibrating against your skin.

He pauses for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, letting you both adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then, he hooks one strong arm beneath your neck, cradling your head and holding you close. His other his forearm resting firmly next to your head, keeping your bodies pressed tightly together.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear as he begins to move, the moves are slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that leaves you breathless. Each thrust is filled with a passion that speaks louder than words, his body moving in perfect sync with yours.

Drew moves deliberately, each thrust slow and deep, as if he’s savoring every second of being inside you. His breath is warm against your neck, and his lips brush against your skin with every measured movement. The arm cradling your neck holds you close, while the other moves beneath your left arm, holding onto your shoulder, grounding you in his embrace.

He lifts his head, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. “You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with awe. “I don’t ever want this to end.”

His pace doesn’t falter, steady and unhurried, his movements designed to make you feel every inch of him. The heat between you grows with every stroke, and the firelight flickers across his face, highlighting the soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, the intensity of his movements drawing soft moans from your lips. You try to bite them back, the overwhelming sensations almost too much to bear. “Drew,” you whisper, your voice shaky, “please… faster…”

But he only chuckles, the sound deep and rich. “No baby,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I want to make this last.”

The slow, torturous pace continues, the pressure in your stomach building with every roll of his hips. Your breathing becomes ragged, your body arching into his as you try to stifle the sounds escaping you. But Drew notices, his lips curving into a wicked smile.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers against your ear, his voice like velvet. “I want to hear every sound you make for me.”

His words are your undoing. The fire in your stomach ignites, spreading like a tidal wave through your body. You cry out his name, your hands gripping his back as you shatter beneath him. The intensity of your release leaves you trembling, your walls tightening around him.

“God, you’re incredible,” Drew groans, his own pace faltering as your release pushes him over the edge. He buries himself deep inside you, his face pressed into your neck as he lets go, his body trembling with the force of his climax.

For a moment, neither of you moves, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath. Drew lifts his head, his forehead pressing against yours as he catches his breath. His hand brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his eyes soft and full of adoration.

“You’re everything,” he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

The world outside is still, the night silent, but here, in the soft glow of the tree and the flickering fire, time feels like it stands still. The small Christmas clock on the fireplace chimes alerting you both it’s officially midnight. “Merry First Christmas, Daddy.”

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Drew pulls you in for another kiss, slower this time, savoring the connection between you. It’s a perfect Christmas Eve, one filled with simple, heartfelt moments, and it’s a memory you’ll carry with you for many Christmases to come.

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northgazaupdates · 6 months ago

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Intisar Abushammaleh is a single mother of 7 children. She and her family were displaced from their home in north Gaza, and have been forced to flee under fire several times. Her son-in-law was killed by the IOF, leaving her pregnant daughter Bashaer widowed. Intisar is now responsible for Bashaer, Bashaer’s baby Ayla, and Intisar’s six other children.

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masonmontz · 6 months ago

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heeeey everyone, how are you? :) i hope you like it, because it is one of my favorites

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

angst, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, praise, oral) word count: 11,4k

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“Go change your clothes, we’re going to see Uncle Mason, he’s in London.” You said to Olivia, your 7 years old daughter.

“Can I use my new dress? The blue one.” She said, getting up and getting out of your bed.

“Sure, call me if you need help.” You said and she agreed, leaving your room. You smiled to yourself, knowing she can handle everything on her own, but you offer help just the same. She is a girl with her own opinion and no one can change her mind.

Olivia is your greatest gift.

You got pregnant early, you were only 18 when you found out and your life turned upside down. Your father wasn't very happy when he found out you were pregnant and that's why you decided to find a place for you and live on your own, giving up on going to college and focusing on having a full-time job to pay the bills and try to provide comfort for your baby. Your mother and your younger sister always helped you, as did your friends, who were the best in the world.

Mason and Ayla always helped you, they stayed with you in the good and bad moments, that's why they were both Olivia's godparents. Mason offered you his own house for a few months, Ayla bought Olivia lots of clothes and diapers, and always helped you when you were sad and felt ugly because of your big belly.

Living with your best friend for a few months was when you realized you were in love with him. Mason was funny, kind, and stood by you when it seemed like the worst time of your life. You weren't sure you'd stay with Olivia, but when you saw that beautiful face, you had no doubt that she was the greatest love of your life.

You blamed it on hormones for a long time, but when Mason was the one who stayed with you when she was born, you knew it was love. But Mason had become a professional player, he was busy with Chelsea and that's why you never said anything, nor did you ever want to tie him to you.

Him being great with Olivia didn't help much, you drooled every time he held your daughter. Mason used to see her almost every day after training, sometimes Ayla was there too but she worked and couldn't always come to your house. Olivia is also in love with Uncle Mason, but she doesn't hide it from anyone, unlike you.

You never showed your feelings for Mason, so little by little you kept everything locked inside you. Mason had several girlfriends, several one-night stands, and you also met some interesting guys. Some were idiots and left you when they found out you had a daughter, others knew but didn't like her, and the one you liked the most, Matty, left to work in China with no plans to return to England.

Mason was Olivia's favorite adult, and even when he moved to Manchester, he called her almost every day, sent her some gifts and whenever possible came to see her in London.

“Mum, can you tie my hair?” Olivia asked and entered your room while you were putting on some clothes. Summer was close and the days were getting hotter, so you wore a black skirt and a white blouse, sandals and tied your hair up like Olivia. Mason sent you a message inviting you and Olivia to dinner, he was only spending two days in London and would soon return to Manchester.

“Do you want to do makeup?” You asked her but she denied. “Do you want help tying your shoelaces?”

“Yes, please, mum.” She said and you smiled at her, your polite girl. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome babe, give me a hug.” You bent down and Olivia hugged you, then you pulled her onto your lap. She was growing so fast, but she was still your baby. “You’re so pretty.”

“Yes, ‘cause I’m just like you.” She said and rolled her eyes, you couldn't help but laugh at her. It was true, Olivia was a lot like you. Her father was a one-night stand and you never had contact with him again, but every day you try to be enough for her.

And you never lied to her, every time she asked if she had a father, you explained that you didn't know where he lived or how to talk to him, you never left her waiting for someone who wouldn't show up, and little by little she focused only on you and the family and friends she has.

Olivia was a happy girl. You always tried to teach her to be polite, you didn't yell at her, you always woke her up with a smile, and the same customs you taught her, she learned.

“Are you ready?” You asked and she agreed, giving you her hand and you walked to the living room to get your bag. “Uncle Mason will buy you sushi.”

“That’s why he’s my favorite Uncle.” She said and you laughed again, Mason knows sushi is her favorite food and he always wants to take her to eat sushi with him, even if you don't like it. Mason found a companion for Japanese restaurants and it was Olivia, when at the age of five Ayla gave her sushi and she loved it, and you always chose yakisoba, because you didn't like sushi, but you always took her to dinner with her godfather.

“Just because he buys you sushi? I'll tell him.” You say before entering the elevator, still holding her hand.

“He won't mind, he loves me very much.” She says and blows you a kiss, packing her own pink bag.

“You think you're too much, little girl.” You say while fixing her hair. The uber was already waiting for you and in fifteen minutes you arrived at the restaurant that Mason told you he was waiting for you two. Ayla was traveling with her fiancé and couldn't make it to the dinner, so it would just be the three of you.

“Look, Mason is there.” You point to where Mason was on his phone sitting at a table alone, then Olivia ran over before you could catch her. She called out to him and several people in the restaurant looked at her, making you feel embarrassed at the attention.

Mason smiled when he heard it and stood up, bending down to catch her as she threw herself into his arms. You approached smiling, noticing that Mason hugged her for a few seconds and they were both smiling.

“I missed you so much, look how big you are.” He said and set her down again, kneeling down to leave a kiss on her cheek.

“I missed you too, Uncle Masey.” She said, sitting on the chair and looking at you.

“Hello.” You said and Mason got up, he hugged you tightly and you smelled his perfume, it had been the same for years and it never stopped being good. “You good?”

“Hey, Y/N.” He whispered in your ear. “I missed you too.”

“I bet Manchester is great, you haven't come to London anymore.” You teased and he smiled, then you sat down again while Olivia looked at the menu.

“I'm busy there after the injury, but I think next season I'll be able to play and things will get better.” He said and you gave him a confident smile, but soon he looked at Olivia again. “What about you, pumpkin? How is school?”

“Good, I'm learning how to do math and about plants.” She said, ignoring Mason and looking at you. “Mum, can I order a juice?”

“Sure.” She took out the tablet and you and Mason helped her place the order herself, then she placed an order for the two of you too. You spent dinner talking, Mason told him some news about the team, you listened to Olivia talk about some of her friends from school to him and you told him a little about your work.

As always, she and Mason ate several pieces of sushi while you tried to ignore the fishy smell, which made you feel sick. You didn't know that food could make a child as happy as it made Olivia happy.

“Do you want dessert, honey?” You asked her, but she denied. “For real? I want a brownie with ice cream, don't you want to share it with me?”

“No, mum, I am satisfied.” She said and you and Mason laughed.

“Okay, little lady. Do you want to share with me?” You asked Mason, but just like Olivia, he denied.

“No sugar for me, sorry.”

“Mum, can I go there to see the playground?” Olivia asked and pointed to the outside, sheltered area where some children were playing.

“Yes, but be careful not to get hurt.” She barely heard you and was soon running outside, leaving you and Mason alone.

“So, how are things around here?” He asked, placing his hand on the table and offering it for you to hold. You rested your hand on his and squeezed. “I talk to Olivia more than I talk to you.”

“It's not my fault she takes the phone all to herself when you call.” He smiled, looking more beautiful than ever. Mason is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and white sneakers. He is simple and beautiful and you try to ignore your attraction to him. “Everything is fine, I got promoted at work and Olivia started French class, now she says things that I don't know what they mean.”

“Have you spoken to Ayla?”

“Yes, she is in Portugal with Robert, the last trip before the wedding.” You took out your phone and showed some photos she sent you to Mason. “She is so happy, I can’t believe they’re getting married.”

“I remember when she met him, I would never have said they would get married.” He said and took another sip of water, still looking at you. “How about you? Any guy in your life?”

“Ah, of course I have, before coming here I sent one away. He was annoying me because he is in love with me.” You said ironically and Mason snorted. “Last week a man said hi to me at the grocery store and Olivia asked why I was panting in front of him.”

“She’s my favorite.” Mason was laughing at you, and you blushed as you remembered the scene. “But seriously, no one?”

You shook your head and gave Mason a small smile.

“I don't think it's right to put someone in her life now and take them away if it doesn't work out, I need to think more about Olivia than myself.”

“You can't forget yourself, Y/N. I know you love Olivia and want to do the best for her, but you still have a life and you are young.” You looked at the ground, blushing. “You still haven't found the right guy.”

“Men don't like a single mother.”

“You are looking for the wrong men.” Mason winked at you, but you didn't understand. Olivia went back to the table to drink water, but then quickly ran to the playground.

“Why don't you go to a game in Manchester? We are at the end of the season and I would like Olivia to come see me. It's been a few months since she's watched a match.”

“I need to see her school calendar, she can't miss many classes, but we can arrange it.”

“And you need to watch a match too, it's been a while since I've had my lucky charm cheering me on.”

“Stop it, I’m not your lucky charm.” Your face turned red.

“Yes you are, you haven't watched the matches in almost a year and the season was shit.” He said and smiled at you. “Summer is coming, I think it would be a good idea if you and Olivia spent the vacations with me and my family, what do you think? Do you already have plans?”

“She's been asking to go to the beach, so I think I'll take her for a few days. I hope it's sunny so she can enjoy it.”

“We’re going to Greece, you wanna come? I would love to have you there.”

“No, sorry. I don't want to ruin your family vacation, and Greece must be very expensive.”

“You know I can pay for everything.”

“I know but it's not fair, I don't want you to spend money on me or Olivia.”

“But I’m her godfather.” Mason grumbled. “And you’re my best friend, I just want to give you both good presents.”

“And I thank you for that, Mason, but that’s too much.” You said, and he snorted. “Maybe we can take her to the beach together when you get back.”

“I'm going to Portugal after Greece for pre-season, I don't think I'll be back in London until July.”

“Another time then.”

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Mason insisted on taking you and Olivia home. She played a lot and ended up sleeping in the car and you and Mason talked quietly to not wake her up. When he parked in front of the building, he insisted on carrying Olivia to your apartment, knowing that you wouldn't be able to do everything with her in your arms.

Mason was so careful with her that your heart melted when you saw him leave a kiss on her forehead, murmuring a few words even though he knew she wasn't listening.

“I always miss you two when I'm in Manchester.” Mason said as he closed Olivia's bedroom door. You were standing in the hallway waiting for him, so the two of you walked to the kitchen, speaking quietly so she wouldn't wake up.

“C’mon, you have a lot of friends there.”

“Yes, but I miss my favorite girl in the world.” He said, accepting the cup of tea you offered. “There's a party in Manchester next week, I invited Ayla and Robert and I'd like you to go too.”

“A party?” You raised your eyebrows, not really liking the idea of not taking your daughter with you.

“It's a Man U party, I want you to go. My family is going away and they won't be able to go, and I don't want to be alone there.”

“I don’t know, I don't want to leave Olivia alone.”

“Leave her with your mom and sister, you need to have some fun too.”

“I will think about it.” You spoke quietly, but Mason agreed. He would probably spend the rest of the week urging you to go.

You and Mason hadn't gone out alone for years, you used to go to a lot of parties before you got pregnant, after that he continued going to a lot of parties and meeting a lot of people, but you had a baby to take care of. Now you usually go to some restaurants, birthday parties, school presentations, swimming lessons and to your parents' or Ayla's house.

“I need to go now, I have an early meeting tomorrow and then I'm going back to Manchester.” Mason said, taking the cup of tea to the kitchen sink.

“Okay, I'll let you know if I decide to go to Manchester.”

“Please go, it will be fun.” He said smiling at you, and it made you melt like butter. “I’ll miss you until then.”

“Don’t be silly, you'll have a lot to do until next week.” You respond, leaving a light slap on his arm and making him mumble.

“And I still miss my best friend.”

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“I live for you, I long for you, Olivia, I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia…” You sang softly as you packed your bags for the short trip to Manchester. “The summertime and butterflies, all belong to your creation, I love you, it's all I do, I love you…”

“How many days will you stay there?” Olivia asked. She was lying in your bed quietly, she was watching a movie while you were packing your clothes and she was keeping you company.

“Three days, my love.” You replied, organizing your hygiene items. “Mommy is leaving tomorrow morning and I'll be back Sunday night. You won't even have time to miss me.”

“But I will, you've never left me alone for so long.” She spoke, and when you looked at her, you saw that her eyes were teary. She was wearing pink pajamas that she changed into after her shower, so she lay next to you in your bed in silence, now you understood why.

“Oh, my sweet girl, don’t cry or I’ll cry too.” You got up and laid down next to her, hugging your sentimental girl. “You will have fun with nanna and your aunt, they will take you to some fun places.”

“But what if I need to talk to you?”

“You can call me, I will always answer you, dear. And if I don't answer, you know you can call Mason.” She agreed, so you left a kiss on her forehead and got up to continue packing your things. Your heart was already hurting, you had never spent more than a day away from Olivia and you would be lying if you said you weren't scared.

But maybe Mason was right, it was time to have some fun and remember that you're only twenty-five.

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“The size of this house is shameful.” You spoke quietly to Ayla as the two of you opened all the doors to see the rooms and Mason and Robert were in the room after Mason picked the three of you up. “We can get lost here.”

“Look at that bathtub, I'm going to ask Mason if I can have this room.” You agreed, then you both went downstairs again.

Mason picked you up and not even he believed you traveled there, even though you told him you were going to Manchester. He probably thought you were joking, even more so because they all know that you never left Olivia for more than a day and took her everywhere with you, or you just didn't go.

You spent almost five minutes saying goodbye to her, hugging and kissing your little girl, who was also a little sad about being away from her mommy for a few days. You promised gifts and calls every day until you returned home. Olivia was your best company, you always had her in your arms and you always taught her that she could count on you for everything. You were best friends.

“Did you guys have fun snooping around my house?” Mason asked as he offered you both a soda. “Did you like the house?”

“Oh we like it.” She replied and gave Mason a mischievous smile. “I want to have the room with the bathtub.”

“A bathtub? I'm enjoying this trip even more.” Robert said and you laughed, just like Mason.

“You’re disgusting, this is my house.” Mason said, closing his eyes and trying to get the image out of his head.

You sat on the couch next to Mason, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You had a calm friendship, you loved Mason and he loved you, as a friend. But you always hugged each other, you were always together, and people got used to seeing you like that.

“Was Olivia okay?” He asked quietly, just for you. Ayla and Robert got up to look at the trophies and medals displayed in the room.

“I think she was a little sad, I never left her alone for so long. She cried yesterday and was worried in case she needed me.”

“Aww, she loves her mommy so much.” Mason smiled and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I thought we could go out to dinner today, what do you think? Or we can order something and have a game night, just like the old days.”

“Both options sound great to me.”

Ayla and Robert preferred to stay at home, so Mason ordered pizza and you spent several hours playing games he had. Close to bedtime Olivia called, and you spent almost fifteen minutes talking to your daughter before hanging up. She looked sad, and even if she didn't let it show, you knew your girl very well.

Your mother said they went for a walk in the afternoon, but Olivia said a few times that you would be gone for many days and that made your heart hurt. You walked back into the room and Mason and Ayla were arguing over the rules of the game. Years ago it was common, you were used to the two of them fighting and you felt happy to be able to remember those times, even though now everything was different.

“Y/N, tell him how the game works.” Ayla said, angry.

“You don't know anything, Ayla. That's not how it works, read the manual.” Mason shot back.

“I don’t have to, because I know.”

“Oh Lord.” Robert said, and you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“This is what I've been putting up with for many years.”

In the end, you decided to play Uno, which was the best option. You and Mason won almost every time because no one was as competitive as you.

“I'm going to training early tomorrow, but I'll be back before lunch.” He said when you went upstairs to get ready to bed.

“Alright, we'll wait for you.” You smiled and Mason stopped at the door to his bedroom. Ayla and Robert had already gone to sleep a few minutes ago. “Good night, Mase.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

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“Hey, wake up.” Mason whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps. He left kisses down your back, running his hands over your body as he brought his warm body closer to yours. You were sweating.

You moaned as Mason fitted his hips between your legs and pressed you against the mattress. His kisses were so good that you could barely open your eyes as you felt his body on top of yours.

“This is so good, Mason.” You moaned, and he continued whispering nonsense in your ear while his hands ran over your ass.

And you woke up.

You sat up in bed, breathing heavily, wondering what had happened. The room was dark and only you were there.

Oh. My. God.

Did you have an erotic dream about your best friend? You're crazy, that's all it can be. Was it just you or was the house too hot?

You got up and left the room, going downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You didn't even notice, but Mason was lying on the couch and you walked past him quickly, so he followed you. You didn't even turn on the kitchen light, you just looked for a glass and opened the fridge to get the bottle of water.

“Are you okay?” You jumped in fright when you heard Mason's voice behind you, and your heart sped up even more.

“Are you trying to kill me?” You asked, putting your hands in your chest. “Oh my God.”

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but I was lying on the couch and you walked past me and didn't even see me.” He spoke and walked over, then took the glass from your hand and filled it with water for you. “What’s wrong?”

You didn't say anything, in fact, you didn't know what to respond. Surely telling your best friend that you had a wet dream about him was not an option. Your body was still hot and with Mason staring at you you seemed to burn even more.

“Nightmares.” You spoke quietly and turned around, leaning on the counter behind you.

Mason tried to look away from your legs, but the short pajamas didn't help and drew your curves. Mason hadn't seen you this comfortable in a long time, and he cleared his throat when he saw your breasts showing as well.

Surely the last thing Mason wanted to do was notice his best friend's body. But it was inevitable, and when you turned around, Mason couldn't hide the fact that he was looking at your legs and ass. He turned red and your breathing quickened again as you remembered your wet dream, but you didn't say anything.

“Can't sleep?” You asked and Mason agreed.

“Kind of, I'm tired from training and sometimes I get very anxious because of the season and the pressure.” Mason spoke and got him a bottle of water. You looked at the clock and it was already past 2 am, and the day would be long.

“I'm going back to the room, you coming?”

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“What? I can hear you, the music is too loud.” You said to Ayla, while a Rihanna song played around the place. It was so loud that you couldn't hear anything anyone else was saying. You arrived an hour ago, Mason introduced you to the players and families and you were happy that he had so many friends in Manchester.

Mason is happy, kind and makes friends wherever he goes, unlike you who have few and almost no new friends. You and Ayla didn't leave the food table and Robert looked embarrassed when he looked at the two of you trying all the food there.

It was for free, no one could judge you.

After an hour, you and Ayla had already had several drinks and you were totally dizzy. You hadn’t had anything but a glass of wine in months and it was the first time in a long time that you had allowed yourself to drink like that. And that's why you're not thinking straight.

Mason was next to you and he had drunk as much as you, and soon the two of you were in the middle of the dance floor with lots of other people dancing, just like in the old days when you used to go out and dance the night away, having so much fun.

“I was looking at you and that dress looks great on you, you look beautiful.” Mason spoke in your ear, and it made you smile.

“Oh, you think? It was something old I had in my closet.” He smiled at you, placing his hand on your waist. You weren't thinking straight, either of you.

“Red looks so good on you, I love when you use this color. You look sexy.” You placed your hand on his chest, bracing yourself when someone bumped into you. Mason caught you and stopped you from falling, then he put his hand on your back and you put a hand on his arm, squeezing. You knew you were drunk, but Mason looked prettier than usual and when you realized that, you stared at him.

“Really?” You asked and he agreed, bringing his mouth closer to your ear once again and making you shiver.

“In fact, since you were ready, all I could think about was how beautiful you look.” He left a light kiss on your shoulder and you sighed, not believing what was happening. Was this another dream? “The most beautiful woman in this place.”

You turned your face away and looked at Mason, a little scared by his words, but your heart was racing in your chest and you couldn't believe what he was saying.

“What?”

“I'm serious, I've been dying to kiss you since you showed up wearing that dress.” You couldn’t respond because Mason kissed you, and it felt so good that your legs felt weak.

Even though you were scared, the drink didn't stop you from kissing him back, and that's why you kissed Mason among many strangers. You hoped Ayla wasn't seeing this. His lips were so soft that you felt like you wanted to kiss him forever. His tongue against yours gave you goosebumps and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, scratching the back of his neck with the tips of your nails.

When you needed to breathe, you pulled away a little and Mason moved his kisses down to your neck. It was exactly like your dream, but this time it was true. His mouth was as soft as you imagined, and everything felt warm, the music had disappeared and just the two of you were there.

“Mason... there are a lot of people here.” You whispered and he held you tighter against him.

“Do you wanna go home with me?”

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“Your skin is so soft.” Mason pressed you against the wall when you entered his house. You didn't even tell Ayla and Robert that you had left and called a taxi to get home as quickly as possible. Your body was burning for Mason, he hadn't let go of you for a minute since you got in the taxi. He left several kisses and marks all over your neck, but even drunk, you tried to have respect for the driver.

Mason almost dragged you out of the car when you arrived, and soon he was on you again, kissing you hard and so, so good. Mason almost dragged you out of the car when you arrived, and soon he was on top of you again, kissing you hard. You had already imagined it, but it never got that far.

“Oh, lord.” You sighed as Mason reached for the zipper of your dress and pulled it, not caring that you were in the middle of his living room, and when the dress fell to the floor, Mason's eyes lit up.

“You are so beautiful, look at you.” He whispered, placing his hands on you and running his tongue along your neck once more. You were only in your underwear in front of Mason, and you were as comfortable as you had ever been just because of the way he was looking at you. Mason picked you up and while you were kissing he walked up the stairs to his room, tripping a few times as you laughed between kisses.

“I think I'm drunk.” You said and Mason laughed when he placed you on the mattress.

“Me too, and I don't care.” He spoke slowly. Mason took off his shirt and you were able to admire his defined arms and chest, almost salivating at being able to touch him for the first time in the way you wanted.

Mason climbed on top of you and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he kissed you again, this time with much more desire. You ran your nails down his back and Mason groaned, pressing his hips against yours and making you feel his bulge.

“I've wanted to do this for so many years.” He spoke before bringing his mouth to your breasts, licking your nipple and holding the other with his free hand. You whimpered and pulled on his hair, feeling Mason gasp.

You pushed Mason and laid him down on the bed, climbing on top of him and fitting your groin against him, which made him sigh. You opened the button on his pants and pulled them off, leaving him only in his underwear, just like you. You sighed at the sight of his erection, just because of you.

“These tattoos make you look very sexy.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a mischievous smile, then pulled you closer to him again to kiss you, but you brought your lips to his neck and kissed it, moving your kisses down to his chest, feeling Mason gasp. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You slid your hands down his abdomen, then reached down and pulled down his underwear, making his hard cock appear, it was already fully erect and you moaned at the sight you saw. He was dripping wet and you didn't think you would see something so beautiful. You couldn’t wait to have it totally inside your mouth, just like you dreamed for a long time.

“This is all for me?” You asked, grabbing his cock and moving it up and down with your hand, and you bit your lip when you saw Mason close his eyes.

“Yeah, just like that, Y/n.” He moaned as you increased your movements. “I wanna feel your mouth all over my dick.” You got hornier when you saw him wanting to feel your mouth on his cock, and you wanted to feel it as much as he did.

You got up and got out of bed, then asked Mason to sit on the edge of the bed while you knelt on the floor. Thank goodness your hair was tied back in a ponytail.

Mason's mouth fell open as he watched you kneeling for him, so when you came closer and put his cock in your mouth, he moaned and lay back down on the mattress. You put everything in your mouth and started making back and forth movements, and what your mouth couldn't reach, you used your hands. You took your mouth off and left long licks along the length, Mason moaned low and hoarse and it was so sexy that you got completely wet.

“Oh..fuck… just like that.”

Mason leaned back on the bed and propped himself up with his elbows as he made eye contact with you. You didn't look away for a second as you took his hard cock into your mouth and continued your movements. Mason brought a hand to your tied hair and held it, controlling the movements the way he wanted.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking close…” He moaned, and you held his thighs, and the other hand you took to his balls, gently caressing. Mason had lost control, he was moaning loudly now as you sucked his cock hard. You saw him shudder and throw his head back.

“I’m cuming” he warned you and you sped up your movements, wanting to make him cum in your mouth. “Ohh… fuck.. fuck.”

Mason came in your mouth, and as he moaned and sighed, his breathing quickened, you swallowed all of his cum. Mason was still spasming when you stood up and took off your panties, sitting on him right after that. Mason moaned as you ground your hips against his sensitive cock, and you leaned in to kiss him as you made him taste himself and you moved your hips to turn him on again.

“I wanna fuck you so bad” Mason murmured into the kiss, then brought a hand to your wet pussy, making you moan. “And I wanna lick this pussy that is dripping for me, I wanna make you scream for me.”

Mason brought his thumb to your clit and pressed, so you sighed and rolled your hips against his hand.

“You can do that, but now I just wanna feel your cock inside me.” You groaned and pulled his hand away, rubbing your pussy in his hard and dripping cock. “I want to ride your dick, Mase.”

“Fuck- yes.” Mason almost begged, so you held his cock in your hand to direct it to your slick folds. You rode his cock and you both moaned loudly, Mason held your waist as you got used to his big, thick cock inside you. “You're so tight.”

“Oh, Mase, it feels so good.” You moaned and began to grind on him, back and forth, pressing your clit against his skin, and up and down. Mason was lying on the bed and you placed your hands on his chest to make it easier to move, then you closed your eyes when you felt Mason's hand on your ass, helping you move up and down. “Oh, fuck.”

“So fucking good, this pussy is so good for me.”

You found that you loved having Mason talk nonsense to you. You found that you loved having Mason talk dirty to you, and he noticed when you moaned when he praised you and you sped up your movements.

You spent a few minutes riding Mason, he was moaning and it was making you hornier, then he grabbed you and pulled you along in a second, making you lie on your side in bed. Mason lay behind you and pulled you against his chest, holding your leg up as he brought his cock down to your pussy. You moaned as he filled you again, laying your head back on the pillow and feeling his warm, sweaty body against your back.

“Oh, yeah, yeah…” Mason held your hair and fucked you from behind, he made quick movements and you looked ready to explode. You never imagined it would be this good.

The effect of the alcohol had worn off, but now you were drunk on Mason. All that was going through your head was him, Mason fucking you, Mason kissing you, Mason holding you against him, Mason whispering how hot you were, how tight you were and that he wanted to cum inside you.

All of this exploded inside you and you felt the orgasm hitting you, moaning his name over and over as he fucked you harder. Mason pressed you against him and he moaned in your ear, and you felt that he had reached his orgasm too. You could feel his cum inside you as you let your head fall back onto the pillow, eyes closed and breathing heavily.

Mason was spreading kisses across your neck and you were still moaning softly, he made a few more movements and soon pulled out of you, leaving you empty. You haven't had sex with someone like that in a long time. You haven't had an orgasm like that in years.

“It was so good.” You said, bringing a hand to Mason's hair, who was still behind you. He was gently caressing your belly, breathing as heavily as you.

“It really was, but I'm not done with you yet.” He said, biting the skin on your neck and probably leaving a mark. You turned to Mason, you were sensitive but wanted more, and he seemed to want the same. You kissed him again and Mason brought his hands to your thighs, squeezing.

Voices were heard on the first floor and you remembered Ayla and Robert, so you moved away from Mason, but he didn't let you get away.

“Shh, forget them.” Mason whispered, then kissed you again. “Sit on my face.”

“What?” You asked, not sure if you heard his request correctly.

“Sit on my face, I wanna lick all over this beautiful pussy.” He spoke and brought his hand to his cock, moving it up and down as he pulled you close to his face. “Do that for me.”

You could get lost in his tongue licking you as you gripped the headboard and let Mason drive you crazy.

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You woke up and slowly remembered what happened during the night, so you woke up scared when you realized that you had sex with Mason. Mason was sleeping next to you and with his back to you, you didn't even know where your clothes were and you had slept naked next to him, who was also naked.

It was a lot to process.

The house was quiet and you figured Ayla and Robert were still sleeping since they arrived after you, but you and Mason went to sleep when the sun was almost up after countless rounds of sex. In the end, you couldn't blame the alcohol anymore, you were having sex because you wanted to and you wondered if this wouldn't end your friendship.

You got up quietly so as not to wake Mason, then looked for your panties that were thrown on the floor. Where was your dress? You found Mason's shirt and put it on only to run to your room, then left slowly and without making any noise.

You took a shower and put on your gym clothes, then while everyone was sleeping, you went for a walk and checked out the beautiful street where Mason lives. The houses were huge and beautiful, you would love to live in one of these mansions.

But the whole way you wondered what would happen between the two of you from now. You liked Mason and things were sure to change now that you spent a night having sex with him, but how did he feel? He said something about wanting to do this for a while, but was he serious or was it because he was drunk?

Your feelings for Mason had been there for a while, especially because he was great with Olivia and loved her, loved her as much as you did. Olivia loved him too, she always talked about Uncle Mason with a lot of love, but what if that took him away from her? There were a lot of questions and you didn't have the answers, so after thirty minutes of walking, you decided to go back.

You entered the house and saw your dress thrown on the floor, so you ran and picked it up from the floor, going upstairs and putting the dress in your suitcase before anyone saw.

Ayla was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and you quickly went to help her. She looked at you and smiled mischievously, but you tried to ignore her smile as you helped her cut some fruit.

“Great night, uh?” She asked and tried to look innocent, but you knew she wanted to laugh at you.

“Stop trying to embarrass me.”

“Tell me everything, please, I’m your best friend.” She practically begged, while stirring the pancake batter.

“We had sex, that’s it, but I don’t have anything to tell you because I don’t know what will happen with me and Mason now.”

“I always thought you guys liked each other, to be honest, but you never talked about it with me.”

“What?” You were confused. How come she thought you liked each other?

“Just look at the way you look at each other, how you talk.”

“I don't know, it's complicated, I think all this happened when I stayed at his house after getting pregnant.”

“He was there for you, wasn't he?”

“Yeah, and I think I developed a crush on him, but I had some boyfriends, he has many women and we were never single at the same time.”

“But now you are.”

“I know, but that doesn't mean anything, he might think I'm the same as the women he sleeps with for one night. Maybe things will stay the same.”

“Things may change between you now.”

“I know, but I would never take him away from Olivia. She loves him.”

“And do you love him?” You were quiet for a few seconds.

“I know I love him, but I don't know in what way.”

Ayla didn't answer you and you arranged the table for you two to have breakfast. It was almost noon and you were starving. You were returning to London tomorrow, and it was a cloudy Saturday in Manchester, even though the day was a little warm because of the summer.

“Morning” Mason spoke hoarsely as he entered the kitchen. Robert walked in soon after, and the two of them sat at the table with tired faces.

“Good morning, ladies.” Ayla Ayla joked with them, smiling. You looked at Mason and you were embarrassed to see him staring at you too, and you felt your face red as you remembered everything you did the night before.

He just gave you an indifferent smile, grabbing some coffee and drinking it quietly. You put the fruit on the table and Ayla put the pancakes on, then the two of you sat down and drank coffee in silence, all of you too tired to talk.

“I saw a dress thrown in the living room when we arrived, did you lose your clothes, Y/N?” Robert asked a while later, making you blush once more and almost choke on the piece of banana you were eating. “What happened between you two yesterday?”

“We-”

“Nothing.”

It was Mason who answered. You didn't answer Robert anymore and looked at Mason, questioning his answer. Did you imagine that Mason might act differently after having sex with you, but pretend nothing happened? What kind of guy is he?

Him pretending nothing happened hurt more than you thought. Was he embarrassed to tell people you had sex? It would be easier if he told you he never wanted to do it again.

“Nothing, uh?” You asked and he gulped. “Asshole.”

You pushed the plate away and got up from the chair, leaving the kitchen towards your room as you heard Ayla calling you. You ignored her and went upstairs, wanting to be alone for a few minutes.

You closed the door and looked for your cell phone, maybe talking to Olivia for a bit would calm you down. But you got nervous when you saw several missed calls from your mum, so you called her, who answered on the first ring.

“Hey mum, everything’s okay?”

“Honey, stay calm, but Olivia had an allergic reaction to a candy we bought at the park yesterday and I took her to the hospital-”

“What?” You panicked when you heard the word hospital.

“She is in the emergency room and the doctors are with her there, I'm sorry honey, please forgive me.” Your mom started crying on the phone and you panicked, so you ran to your suitcase to start packing your things.

“Mom, I want to know if she's going to be okay.” You said as you threw your clothes inside, running to the bathroom and taking everything off.

“I don’t know, no one says anything to me. Please forgive me.” She sobbed and you started crying in fear. This trip was the worst idea you ever had, you wouldn't be mad at Mason if you hadn't come and everything would be normal, and most importantly, your daughter would be safe at home and well.

“I'm heading back to London now, call me when you hear anything.”

“I will. I love you.” You wiped away your tears but it was in vain, because you were so scared that you couldn't stop crying. You did all this quickly, wanting to catch the next train to London. You don't know what to do if something happens to Olivia. She's your whole world, you discovered life through her, and thinking that she's in the hospital without you makes you feel guilty.

“Y/N, listen, I don’t- where are you going?” Mason walked into the room, but stopped when he saw that your bags were packed and you were crying.

“I’m going back to London.” You said, grabbing your bag and suitcase, walking to leave the room and not wanting to talk to Mason.

“Are you serious? You're not going to let me say anything?” He held your arm and stopped you from leaving.

“Mason, I don’t fucking care about you and what you want to say, my daughter is in the hospital and I need to go back to London.” You pulled your arm and Mason let go of you, you ran downstairs and he followed you, calling you.

“What? Olivia is in the hospital? Why?” He looked worried, and when you arrived in the room, Ayla and Robert heard and were worried too.

“What happened?” Ayla asked and walked over to you, worried when she saw how much you were crying.

“I don’t know, my mother said that they bought some candy at the park yesterday and when she ate that today, she had an allergic reaction.” You sobbed, putting your hands over your eyes and feeling the fear, the guilt, the panic hit you all at once. “She’s in the emergency room and no one says anything to my mum, she doesn't know how she is. She couldn't breathe, my little girl.”

“It’s okay, she’ll be fine.” Ayla said, but you denied.

“I shouldn't have come here, I'm going back to London now, you guys stay here, I'll call and let you know how she is.”

“We’ll go with you.” Ayla said.

“No, I want to catch the next train.” You looked at Robert. “Can you take me to the station?”

“I'll take you.” Mason spoke, and he was pale, probably worried about Olivia too.

“No.”

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“Hey, bunny.” You said when Olivia woke up, relieved to see your little girl back to normal. “Mum is here.”

You arrived in London an hour ago and went straight to the hospital. Your mother apologized to you several times when you arrived, crying, but you assured her that it wasn't her fault, because even you didn't know that Olivia could have an allergic reaction to a candy.

The doctor explained that she was fine, and that the allergic reaction was caused by a type of nut she ate. You cried when you entered the room and saw her sleeping peacefully, and for an hour you admired Olivia sleeping, thanking God and the doctors that she was okay.

Olivia seemed scared of the room, but when you sat down next to her and held her hand, she calmed down. Her lips began to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. You couldn't hold it in, and began to cry when you saw her sad.

“I couldn't breathe, mum.” She sobbed, and you bent down and hugged her, smelling the strawberry scent of her favorite perfume. “My throat hurt a lot.”

“I know, babe, I know. I promise I'll never leave you alone again, okay? Do you forgive your mummy?” You spoke softly to her, and she nodded, leaving a kiss on your cheek. “My sweet girl, I was so scared.”

You couldn't stop crying for a while, but now it was from relief to see her okay, and you just wanted to take her home and hug her for hours.

“Don’t cry, mommy.” She said, placing her small hands on your cheeks and pulling your lips into a fake smile. “Big girls don’t cry.”

“You're right, but it's okay to cry sometimes, especially when I know my little girl is fine.”

“I'll never eat candy again, mum. I was so scared.” She confessed and you smiled sadly at her, hugging her once more. “I wanna go home.”

“We're going home soon, okay?”

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“And how are you feeling now?” You heard Mason ask Olivia while you were washing some dishes from dinner, Olivia was sitting at the counter and answered the phone when Mason called.

It was already Sunday, Ayla and Robert had already returned to London and went to visit Olivia when they arrived. Mason had sent you a few messages, but you didn't reply to any of them and only answered the call because your daughter answered.

“I'm fine, uncle Masey, I just cried a little yesterday because my throat was sore.” You smiled at what she said, but Olivia looked better than ever.

“I was worried about you, but I'm so glad you're okay.” He spoke and you sighed. You don't know how you're going to act with Mason after what he said to you, but it's the first time you've thought about it since yesterday, because your biggest concern was Olivia and not his lack of sense. “Can you pass the phone to your mum?”

“Yes, I'm going to watch the Moana movie now.” She spoke and walked over to you, still looking at Mason on the video call, who smiled at her. “Bye uncle Mase, I love you.”

“Bye bye, pumpkin, I love you too.” He said goodbye and she blew him a kiss, handing you your cell phone and running back to the living room to watch.

“I'm listening.” You spoke and turned off the camera so Mason wouldn't see you, just hear you, so he turned off his camera too.

“Can we talk?”

“I have nothing to talk to you Mason, you've already made it clear that nothing happened.”

“That’s not what-” You interrupted him.

“I really hope from the bottom of my heart that you don't act towards the other girls the same way you did towards me, because I'm going to feel so sorry for them for having to deal with this jerk that you are.”

“Can you hear me? You won't let me speak.” Mason retorted, irritated.

“Go fuck yourself, Mason.”

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“I think you're being a bit harsh on Mason.” Ayla spoke one week later. “I mean, I spoke to him this week and he's feeling bad, you didn't let him explain himself.”

“Are you going to defend him?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows and looking at your friend. You could hear Olivia and Robert's laughter in the room as they played along with Olivia's word game.

“I'm not defending him, but I've heard some things and I think you should listen to him too.”

“Well, I’m not. I don't want to talk about it anymore.”

“Okay, but are you going to end a friendship of years because of one night?”

“Yeah, one night he fucked me until the sun came up and then acted like he didn't do anything. If I had done that, I'd be a slut, wouldn't I? He's just like everyone else, he would never date someone who is a single mother and puts her daughter first.”

“You know you're going down the wrong path, but I'm not going to pressure you, it's not my problem.”

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Olivia was lying on the couch sleeping after you watched both Lion King movies. You valued the idea of making your daughter watch old Disney movies and discover the good side of life.

Three days later and you were still thinking about what Ayla had said, but Mason didn't call, didn't text and didn't even want to know about Olivia. She asked for him twice, but you said he was busy and couldn't talk to her.

You were still hurt by him, and the biggest disappointment was that he acted in front of your best friends like you meant nothing, when one night with him meant so much to you. And you were right, things changed after having sex with him. You thought about him and despite the disappointment, you remembered his touch and how good it felt to have him kissing you and whispering compliments to you.

And the passion returned even with the pain. You didn't think that one day you would have something with Mason and that's why your feelings were left aside, but now you don't know how to deal with what's inside you.

You were lost in thought as you caressed Olivia's legs and it took you a while to realize that you had a voicemail received on your phone. It was Mason's.

It was a long audio and your heart raced before you even heard what he was saying, but you got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to listen and not wake Olivia.

“Hey… hum… I don’t know how to say this to you but… I’m drunk, if you haven't noticed… but I miss you. I miss you so fucking much. I know I haven't spoken to you in a few days, I know I fucked up, but I never meant to say that to humiliate you or make you sad. I just thought it would embarrass you if I said we had sex, because you don't like to talk about things like that in front of people, but I made the wrong decision.”

The audio was quiet for a while, but you could hear Mason breathing.

“It was the best sex of my life, just for you to know.” He chuckled to himself as he talked. “I've dreamed about this for years, since we were teenagers actually. I remember I wanted to tell you this because I thought you were in love with me too, but then you got pregnant and you were so sad that I thought I shouldn't put any more pressure on you. You lived with me for months and every night I dreamed of sleeping next to you, but you had another priority.”

A tear ran down your cheek and you wiped it away.

“I love Olivia, God, I love her so much I could cry, and I know you love her more than anything, but I wish... I wish you had some of that love for me too.”

You gasped.

“I know you think I date a lot of women, but that's because we've always had our disagreements. After Olivia was born, you started dating that idiot Peter, so I thought I should move on and I met Rory. When you broke up, I was dating, and then you met that Luke guy and I was single. Have you noticed that this is the first time in years that we've both been single at the same time?”

“I've been talking for a long time, sorry to bother you now, but that's it, I just wanted to vent to you. I hope you forgive me for what I said, and even, I don't know, if you don't want anything to do with me, I want to continue being your best friend. You are my best friend, Olivia is one of the best things I have and it's a gift that you gave me.”

“Forgive me, really. I love you, I will always love you. I'm sorry if I said something stupid, the last thing I wanted was to hurt you.”

You cried. You don't even remember when you started crying, but you cried so much and you don't know if it was seconds, minutes or an hour. Olivia appeared in the kitchen and hugged you, and you cried as you held her in your arms. She didn't understand anything, but she stroked your hair the same way you did every time she fell and hurt herself.

“Why are you crying, mummy?” She whispered as you held her against your chest. “I don't like to see you cry.”

“I heard something that made me emotional, that's all.” You smiled at her, but she still looked suspicious.

“Big girls don’t cry, mum.” She brought her hand to your cheek and pulled, forcing a smile onto your lips, the same way she did in the hospital.

“Big girls cry, pumpkin, everyone cries.” You murmured to her, leaving a kiss on her cheek. “Crying is good, no one can keep everything here.” You pointed at her heart, and she giggled at the tickle.

“Uncle Masey calls me pumpkin.” She laughed and you carried her to the bedroom with you, just wanting to sleep next to your daughter to feel safe for one night. She was your safe, loving place where you felt good.

“I know…” You spoke and laid her on the bed. “What do you think about the two of us going to visit uncle Mase?”

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“Can I buy this one too?” Olivia asked as you walked around the Manchester United store before the game. You had been walking around Manchester since arriving in the morning, and Olivia decided that she wanted a new team cap and shirt.

“You don't need a coat, it's hot.” You said and she pouted, but put the coat with the number 7 back on the shelf. “We have to go now, Lewis is waiting for us.”

“Can I call uncle Mason and wish him good luck with the match? I don't want them to lose.”

“Yesterday you told me that you are still a Chelsea fan.” You poked her nose as you both walked towards the cashier to pay for the things she picked out.

“I've changed my mind, I support uncle Mason and the team he plays for.” She said and crossed her arms as she waited for you to pay. Olivia smiled at the cashier.

“Is Mason Mount your favorite player?” The lady asked Olivia.

“Yes, he is my godfather and my mother's best friend.” She replied and took the bag the woman handed her after you swiped your credit card. The woman looked at you and you nodded and smiled at her, holding Olivia's hand. “Thank you so much, have a nice day.”

“Thank you, you are very polite and kind.” Olivia was embarrassed by the compliment, so you thanked the saleswoman again and said goodbye, then you and Olivia headed towards the entrance of Old Trafford.

You soon entered, and there were already many people waiting for the match to start. Olivia was used to the games because of Chelsea, as you took her to a lot of games to support Mason. You met Lewis, who was the one who helped you with the tickets without telling Mason, because you and Olivia decided it would be a surprise, but you're scared because you don't know what his reaction will be.

You weren't in the family box, but a little above the reserve players' bench. Olivia was excited and you were excited to see her talking to Lewis about getting a dog, which she's been asking for for months.

The players came onto the field for warm-ups and Olivia tried in vain to wave to Mason, but he hadn't seen her yet and she felt sad when she waved and he didn't wave back.

“Why doesn't he wave at me?” She asked sadly, and you and Lewis had to explain that he hadn't seen her because there were so many people there.

Olivia gave up waving because Mason started warming up, but she didn't take her eyes off him for a moment. And neither did you. Mason was focused on what he had to do, and you tried to look away from his strong arms and legs that were on display, but everything about him caught your attention and you were almost drooling in the middle of everyone else.

Ten minutes later the players started to leave and Olivia stood up, shouting and waving at Mason and trying to get his attention. Just as he was about to go inside to change his uniform, she called out again and you could tell Mason was looking for the familiar voice. Lewis raised an arm to wave and Mason saw him, then he smiled when he noticed Olivia and finally you.

Mason needed to go to the locker room, but his smile when he saw you there cheering for him made you excited and hopeful. Olivia celebrated when he saw her and he waved at her, then she blew a kiss to him, who pretended to catch it and blew another kiss to her.

“He saw me, mum.” She said happily and sat on your lap, Lewis smiled at the two of you and said something about her being Mason's favorite fan.

The game started and you noticed that Mason looked at you every chance he got, and you smiled shyly when he looked at you, remembering the things he said in the audio he sent you, about ten days ago.

After fifteen minutes, the opposing team scored a goal and Olivia was sad when she realized that few people in the stadium celebrated.

“Olivia, there's still a lot of time left in the game, they're going to win.” Lewis murmured to her, trying to make her feel better.

You weren't confident at Manchester United in the first half, but after the break the team improved and tried to score more goals than in the first half. You could see the moment the ball reached Mason's feet and he kicked it hard, it hit the goalkeeper's hand but went into the goal, making the entire stadium scream for his goal. You picked Olivia up so she could see the celebration and she was screaming Mason's name, happier than you had ever seen her.

Mason ran towards where you were and made the letter “O” with his hands, and Olivia smiled when she realized it was the initial of her name.

“Was it for me?” She asked, blushing.

“Yes, uncle Mason scored a goal for you.” You kissed her cheek and placed her on the chair next to you.

Olivia confessed that she wished Garnacho had also made the letter O when he scored Manchester United's second goal, but you had to explain that he didn't because he didn't know her, which made her roll her eyes at him. After the game, Lewis told you that you would have to go with him to Mason's house because Mason needed to go back with the team and pick up his car in Carrington.

An hour later Olivia had already looked at every room in Mason's house, played with Ace for a long time and ate the cookies she found in the cupboard and Lewis allowed her to eat. It was already past her bedtime, so when she lay down on the couch, she fell asleep within minutes, unable to wait for Mason.

You and Lewis were talking in the kitchen, and Mason arrived a few minutes later, smiling when he realized you were still there. Lewis congratulated Mason on the game but said he was tired and would go to his room, leaving you alone with Mason in the kitchen. You were embarrassed and didn't know what to do, so you smiled at him, who smiled and came closer.

“So, what a great surprise to have you here.” He said and you nodded, hugging him and sighing when he held you close to him.

“Sorry for coming unannounced, Olivia wanted to surprise you.”

“She is snoring on the couch and her feet are dirty.”

“She had fun today.”

“And you? Did you like the game?” Mason asked, you felt his hand on your waist and you put your arms around his neck, making him smile even more.

“It was actually pretty cool, but I'm about to find out if the day can get any better.”

“Do you want to tell me something?” Mason pretended to be serious, so you moved closer and kissed his lips. It was a soft kiss, just a small touch, before you pulled away and faced him.

“I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you that day, and I didn't let you explain yourself, but Olivia was in the hospital, I was stressed and scared and I took it out on you.” Mason nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but you placed a finger over his lips. “I've thought a lot about that audio you sent me drunk, and I hope everything you said there is true because I feel the same way. I always kept these feelings inside me because I thought I was the only one who felt something, I never realized that you felt something for me too.”

You spoke and Mason lowered his head to kiss your neck, but you still had a lot to say.

“I know things can be complicated because I have Olivia and she's my priority, and you need to think about that Mason, because I'm a single mom, you can have any woman in the world who doesn't have kids and I don't want to let her down if things don't work out.”

“You know I don't care about that, I love that little girl as much as I love my nieces and nephews, I love her like a part of me.” He said. “I've never been as sure of anything as I am of the two of us.”

“We take it slow, because it involves a lot more than just the two of us.”

“Yeah, yeah… You two can move in next week, and we'll set our wedding date for next month. It's slow.”

“Stop being silly.” You laughed and Mason smiled too, then he kissed you.

It was a passionate kiss and for the first time you realized that all your feelings for Mason had never died, and you were more than willing to show him all of that.

“We'll be fine, the three of us. I'll make you both happy.” Mason whispered, kissing your forehead.

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise, Olivia taught me.” You and he crossed your fingers, sealing the promise.

“We need to think about how to tell her this, but I think she'll be happy.”

“Because she loves me very much, I am her favorite uncle.”

“I can't deny it, because I know she loves you.” You walked into the living room and stopped next to Olivia lying on the couch, with Ace sleeping next to her.

“My girls. I can't even believe this is all real.”

“I don't want to wake up if it's a dream.”

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shokosbunny · 1 month ago

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CRAVE - chapter two

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chapter warnings: use of profanity, age gap

the encounter with you at the club has yuta so fucked up.

seriously. who drops the ‘i have a man’ line just before kissing someone? if anything, that just means you’re being loyal out of obligation, because if you were really about loyalty, you would’ve told him you were taken before he started giving you bedroom eyes.

he simply takes this as a sign that you’re available, but reluctant to let go. but obviously, since he’s a good person, he decides the morning after to take it to his friends with varying levels of questionable morality, so they can validate his decision.

that revelation doesn't leave yuta’s mind for ages. nineteen and twenty-six? now, that was fucked up, considering that if he put things into perspective, your geriatric sugar daddy adjacent was legally drinking at clubs while you were just entering the double digits.

yikes.

but alas, it’s none of his business. you established a boundary, and it's his job to respect it until you explicitly indicate otherwise.

if he ever gets the chance to interact with you again, that is. megumi told him about your boyfriend’s jealous tendencies, and he would much prefer it if he wasn’t put in the hospital for something permanent at twenty years of age.

that night had you equally fucked up, for various reasons.

one being that you almost cheated on your boyfriend of a year. another being that you don't feel as bad about it as you probably should.

the worst reason of all being that the moment rewound and replayed itself in your dreams that night. except in your dreams, you actually get to feel his lips on yours.

blinking away the thought, you rummage your tangled duvet for your phone, opening your group chat immediately. nobara and maki probably went out to get coffee and left you to sleep, which you don't mind because it's too early and your head hurts way too much for third wheeling to even be fathomable right now,

you sigh and lie back down. you hate disappointing maki. it stings so much more. but deep down, you know she's right.

there's no reason to stay with this man. you don't live together, you aren't married, you don't have kids. if a close friend told you they were in your exact situation, you'd tell them to run for the hills in a heartbeat. so why can't you?

whatever, you sigh internally. you'll keep him blocked while you contemplate.

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tags: @toniseweje @tsukuhoe @itsafairytalekay @ayla-1605 @moncher-ire @rikaroses @starrysho @blu3-l0v3r @number0netrash

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girlballs · 10 months ago

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chrono trigger is like. extremely close to being the ideal jrpg. just let me make crono a girl and put in the attack timing stuff from legend of dragoon and let ayla hang cock

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blackelysian · 1 year ago

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Date Night.

Joey Bada$$ as Jordan x Black! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,518

Warnings: 18+ Car sex (unprotected), dirty talk, minor breeding kink, nasty stuff

Summary: You and your husband, Jordan have needed some quality time together without the kids. You guys have a cute little date night and take a little adventure.

AN: I hope you guys enjoy! Im still a baby writer so please be kind. Im still new to this and I don't have a taglist yet. If you like and want to be added lmk! Ok ok Enjoy!

7:24pm

It was Friday night and I was getting ready to go on a date with my husband of 4 years, Jordan. Between the kids and his 80 hour a week job this was some much needed alone time. He took the next two days off and the kids are at his mom's so we basically had the whole weekend to ourselves. I was definitely looking forward to our long weekend together.

After applying the finishing touches to my makeup, I let down my pin curls. I begin fluffing my hair out in the mirror and just looking myself over to see how I looked. I heard a low growl come from the bathroom entrance," Damn sexy". I turn to see my boyfriend standing in the doorway entrance gently biting his bottom lip. I giggled girlishly as he walked over and wrapped his arms around me. He puts his head on my shoulder as I lean back into his chest, my heart begins to flutter. I close my eyes as I take in the scent of his cologne as he gently kisses me on the side of my head.

We stayed that way for a while just gently swaying back and forth. " We gotta' go baby, I really don't want us to miss our reservation". I whined wanting to stay in his arms a little bit longer. I stood up fully and fixed my hair . His hands were on my waist as he watched me through the mirror as I was pouting. He turns me around to face him. With him being a muscular 6'2 he towered over my small, petite frame. He grabs my chin and gently kisses my lips a few times telling me to fix my face. He gives my bottom a gentle pat as I pout. We separated and I quickly put away everything I used for my hair and makeup. I spritzed myself with my favorite Jo Malone perfume and exited the bathroom. I go to the closet strap on my heels, grab my purse and head downstairs.

Jordan was sitting on the couch aimlessly scrolling through his phone. He stops to look at me and smiles. "Ready to go?". I quickly nod my head as he grabs his keys and we head towards the door. I walk out the door and hop into the passenger side of his 2021 Range Rover as he locks up the house. He walks to the car and hops in beside me starting the car. As he backs out of the driveway an incoming facetime call comes through on my phone. I looked down at my phone seeing it was from Jordan’s mom. Probably the kids. I answer with a smile waiting for the call to connect. Once it does my smile brightens seeing their little faces in the camera. Ayla, 6 and JJ, 4. " Hi mommy!" they say in unison.

"Hi babies, what are you guys doing?"

" We made cookies with mimi", JJ says in his little soft voice. Mimi was a name they gave Jordan’s mom, instead of calling her grandma.

"Aww did you make mommy and daddy some?" I say as I fake pout into the camera.

"Yes!" Jayla shouts from behind JJ and holds up the little container with cookies in it.

"Where's daddy? '' she asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"I'm right here, im driving right now baby I can't hold the phone." I turned the phone towards Jordan so Ayla could see him. She's such a daddy's girl. A wide smile immediately came across her face.

Jordan glances over and smiles back at her. " Hey babygirl."

JJ pushes his little head back in the camera. " I'm ready to come home!"

I chuckle at him," Come home? You haven't been there that long. You're not having fun at Mimi's house?"

"But I miss you and daddy." The kids are so used to being with us 24/7 they can barely stand to be away from us for a day.

" We aren't coming to get you guys til after the weekend baby. Mommy and daddy are having some alone time." I pout seeing his little sad face.

"It's gonna be okay, when we come and get you guys we can spend all the time you want, okay?" I ask him, giving him a small smile.

"Okay" he says lowly, rubbing his eyes.

"Mommy is gonna call you guys tomorrow, okay I love you two" I blow kisses into the phone.

Jordan says his goodbyes and I hang up the call. " I love our little family baby" Jordan says with a smile as he drapes his arm over the back of my seat, coming to a red light. I look over at him and smile brightly " Me too, thank you for making me a mommy" I lean into the middle console to meet him halfway for what was supposed to be a quick peck but quickly turned into a passionate makeout session. A car beeps the horn from behind us, snapping us away from our moment. Jordan pulls away biting his lip as he pulls off. " Keep kissing me like that and imma give you two more..." he states, lust clear in his tone. I bite my lip and turn to look out the window as we finish making our way to the restaurant.

Once we arrived at the restaurant Jordan helped me out of the car and grabbed my hand as we walked into the restaurant. We were at 'Shoto' which was a brand new Japanese steakhouse by where we lived. I love sushi. Jordan had been trying to get us reservations here for months due to this place being so popular. Finally, he was able to snag one and he surprised me.When we walked in the restaurant was dimly lit with light music playing in the background. We walked up to the hostess stand and were greeted by the host. "Hello, Welcome to Shoto! Can I have a name?" she asks.

“Jordan," He tells the host, gently squeezing my hand.

"Jordan, table for 2 at 8:00pm. Alright, Please follow me" She says with a smile as she grabs two menus and begins to lead us towards our seats.

Once we got to the table a bouquet of roses laid beautifully next to a small tealight candle. “Aw babe, are these for me?” I say, my eyes lighting up.

“Yea gorgeous” He says deeply, looking at me in the most loving and adoring way. He places a tender kiss on my cheek and we both scoot in the booth on the same side, him first. Once we are seated she sets down our menus "Enjoy your meal", she says with a smile before returning to the hostess stand. I looked around at the dimly lit restaurant and smiled.

" You know what you want?" Jordan asks.

"I don’t know” I drag out.

“There's so many options. What about you?"

“I might try these Wagyu tacos.” He turns to look at me. “Or I can just eat you” He says in a deep but hushed tone. My jaw drops as I smack his shoulder.

“Baaabe” I giggle and he winks at me.

Soon after the waiter walks up to take our orders.

"Hello, My name is Austin, I'll be taking care of you two tonight. Can I start you two off with some drinks?"

"Hmmm, I want to try the passionfruit martini please?", I say, dragging out the E.

"I'll take the old fashioned", Jordan says, as I instantly scrunched my face at his drink selection. "Eww babe whiskey, gross"

"I'm a man baby, I don't like that fruity shit", He says, looking at me as he strokes his beard.

“And… you love it when I drink brown” He winks at me again, this time sending a chill down my spine. God why was this man so fine! I look him up and down with a slight smirk.

Just as I was about to respond, the waiter came back with our drinks. "Here you are." he says, setting down our drinks. "Ready to order?" We both nod our heads. I ordered the spicy tuna rolls and Jordan settled for the Wagyu tacos.

"Alrighty, it should be out soon." The waiter says and walks away.

"That's all you want? Don't be asking for any of my food when it comes" He says with a playful mug on his face, sipping his drink.

"Boy, you know you goin feed me some anyways" I chuckle. He smacks his lips and smiles "You don't know me girl"

I playfully scoff " Please I know you better than you know yourself" I say with a smirk, now looking at him.

He starts stroking his beard again causing me to bite my lip at him. " Is that right?" His deep, raspy voice caused a slight trickle in my panties. "Mhmm" I hummed, taking a sip of my drink. I playfully rolled my eyes at him, trying to be serious to hold back the sexual tension that was slowly rising.

"You know ima always share with my baby" He leans over and kisses the side of my head and I smile.

After about 20 minutes we finished our drinks and the waiter started bringing out our food. He also brought us another round of drinks. " These are on the house", He states with a wink. "Enjoy, let me know if you need anything." He smiles and leaves us to eat our meal. A comfortable silence fell over us as we ate and finished our drinks. Him gripping my thigh from time to time and little whispers in my ear just heightened the sexual tension even more. I ended up getting another order of sushi and we got cheesecake for dessert. After the bill came we were good and full and feeling our drinks. I could tell Jordan was just eager to get me back to the car at this point.

As he pulled out his cash to pay the bill I reapplied my lipgloss, quickly checking myself in my mini compact mirror he got me for my birthday before putting everything back in my purse. He looks over at me "Ready to go, pretty girl?". My heart flutters at the given nickname.

I drunkenly nod my head, slinging my purse over my shoulder and sliding out of the booth. He follows suit as he throws his arm around me and we walk towards the door. Once we get back into his car, he starts it up and slouches back in the seat looking at me. He reaches for the pre-rolled blunt he had sitting in the ashtray. He lights it before cracking the sunroof and pulling off. As we are riding I casually scroll through his phone looking for the next song to play. The warm night time breeze from outside coming in through the sunroof felt good on my melanated skin. Just as I made my song selection, his hand found my leg, his fingertips drawing small circles on my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my womanhood. I look out the window and see that we weren’t on our usual route home.

“Where are we going?” I questioned, a look of confusion on my face.

“We goin make a stop real quick” He says, finishing the blunt and tossing the roach out the window.

A few minutes go by and I see we are pulling onto a back road that leads us to a cliff with an amazing view of the city. He puts the car in park, reclining his seat a little.

“Wow this is so pretty baby, I didn’t even know we had anything like this here.” I say in awe.

“I thought it would be a perfect way to end the night.” He shifts to look at me, biting his lip.

“You goin 'come get in my lap?” He slurs in a lustful tone.

I smirk and slide my panties off and toss them in the backseat.

I crawl over the middle console and straddle his lap. His hands instantly found my ass of course. By me wearing a short skirt, it sat slightly above my ass, giving him easier access to slide his hands under there. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pokes out his lips, asking for a kiss which I gladly gave him. It didn't take long for the kiss to start to turn steamy. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues fought for dominance.

I pulled away slowly, taking his bottom lip with me. " Mm" he groans as I feel him grow underneath me. He takes a hand grabbing my neck bringing me back into his lips. He uses his free hand to hook my panties to the side, slowly rubbing up and down my slit. I lightly moan against his lips as he continued to get me worked up.

He removes his lips from mine and starts trailing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, stopping and slowly sucking on my spot.

"Damn baby" he groans, slowly sliding two fingers inside of me.

"Mm.. Jordannn" I cry throwing my head back, the squishing sounds becoming louder.

"You've been lookin good all night, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on your pretty ass" He smirks, curving his fingers up and grazing my spot causing me to lean forward into him.

"Oh fuck" My eyes closed tightly as I grind into his fingers.

"Yeah?" he asks in his low, raspy voice. "Sss..shit baby" I whine. " Im gonna cum" I pant.

“Not yet baby, I want you to cum on my dick while I make love to your beautiful ass in front of this beautiful ass view” he says, sliding his fingers out as he unbuckles his belt. His eyes never leaving mine. He slides his pants and boxers down, revealing his already rock hard member. I kiss him sloppily as I slide down on him. We both groan, instantly getting into our own little rhythm.

“Ohh shit” he stuttered, throwing his head back. I grab onto his shoulders and grind down on him. He grabs my waist and drives straight to my spot. The sounds of our love making over powering the music playing.

“Talk to me baby” he pants, slapping my ass.

“Fuckk you feel soo good papa” I moan out girlishly.

“Yeah? You like the way im fucking you baby?”

“Oh shitt YES!” I scream, feeling an orgasm brewing. My walls contract around his member in my attempt to hold back my orgasm. I spin around on him reverse cowgirl and start to bounce up and down on him.

“Shit, I'm about to give you another baby” He says lowly, placing kisses down my spine and wrapping one hand around my neck. I look back at him in a seductive gaze “Give it to me papa”.

I could see all the love in his eyes as we released in sync. Quiet I love yous leave our lips as we both come down from our high.

“I hope you know i'm not done with you yet”....

#joey bada$$ × black!reader #black reader #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #black smut #black stories #fanfiction

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sebille · 7 months ago

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Azem doodle :^)

#oc: Ayla soltir #bc like duh yeah #Agnes ffxiv ramblings #agnes tries to draw #making her look as close to Ayla as possible bc i love to make Emet-selch suffer

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ohsohoney · 2 months ago

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

Part Fourteen

Eminem x Musician

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

Note: Been a little while but the next updates here! Lots to unpack, hope you enjoy it:)

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

taglist: @thelastemzy @helloitsme1223 @geekchic48

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Things after that seemingly did a 360.

Not that I was given much of a chance to catch up with it all though, having been left standing in the studio hours earlier, back to the wall whilst the door hinges had slowly creaked to a close.

No, because that would have been far too much to ask for.

Marshall had relaxed in a way that was more like a steel trap being reset; ready and waiting to be crossed again. It had me on edge. I couldn’t deny that, seeing as I knew what could be lying in wait for me if I did dare to trample any closer, but there was also an ominous instinct that had my back up. Something that kept me from lingering too long.

“What’s goin’ on in there?” The man himself asked, tapping my forehead as he slid back into the driver's seat.

We’d gone out, as promised, not long after ‘The Change’ had occurred (something I’d taken to dubbing the whole situation as inside my head). Rosie hadn’t forgotten about her idea of dinner and a movie– and really… Of all the things we could have possibly done after a kiss like that, it just had to be this.

Honestly, I had to keep biting the inside of my cheek to stop that particular train of thought each time I found my mind wandering back to it.

“Yoo-hoo…” Marshall dragged out, his brow arching as he glanced over at me again.

Z was in the back typing away, having become completely unaware of our shared awkward existence ever since her sister had first called whilst we’d been eating dinner. The girl had taken to texting throughout, telling Ayla all about the heroics Marshall had performed that same morning in the principal's office, as well as the movie we were now headed to see. I had to smile at their closeness, thinking back to my own siblings and wondering how Em struggled to see just how much the two girls loved one another.

I glanced over at him, head rolling against the headrest. He was watching me with those familiar baby blues, but each time I caught sight of them, I was instantly reminded of the way they’d clouded over in the studio earlier.

“Thinking ‘bout getting a cat.”

His brow furrowed.

“A cat?” He deadpanned, obviously perplexed by my answer.

I wasn’t actually thinking about it, but now that I’d gone and said it… it wasn’t half a bad idea.

So I ultimately shrugged, if only in an attempt to tear my eyes away from his. “Cats are cool.”

At his scoff of disagreement, I nudged his arm off of the adjoining console with my elbow, “They are.” I defended, “They don’t need me to walk them or play fetch. They’re cute and fluffy, can definitely keep me warm at night.” I hummed, that eyebrow of his quirked up higher. “And besides, I reckon it could keep me company when I’m back in London, you know. Figure I’ll have a hard time with that after having you two around for so long– even with Lotts there to keep me from going insane.”

Marshall kept quiet at the acknowledgement, but did start up the car, its engine rumbling to life beneath us not a second later.

It was just when I heard his faint intake of breath and caught the way he opened his mouth to speak, that Rosie shoved her phone in my face, her beaming grin peeking out over my shoulder. “Ayla, meet El!”

I blinked at the sudden invasion I’d been confronted with but couldn’t help my warm laughter, even as Em gently scolded his daughter for the intrusion. “Z, what I keep tellin’ you?”

“But Dad, it’s important!”

My gaze flickered between the two of them and it was only when I drew my eyes back down to where the screen sat between us that I saw the fondness which had since swarmed my expression. I tried to dampen it slightly without being too obvious, but the girl waiting seemed to be watching the whole scene rather intently. She smiled though when she saw she’d finally captured my attention. All soft like.

My breath caught a little in truth, never really having thought about getting to meet Marshall’s eldest this early on, or through a screen either. Rosie didn’t seem to care much though, elbowing her way between the two front seats to get as much as she could of us into the frame.

“Layly, baby!” Marshall’s greeting cut in before I could spit out a hello, his little nickname for his girls sparking that same fondness I’d felt earlier. “How you doin’, Trailer? Behavin’, I hope.”

I blew out a small snort at the next nickname he used, turning an amused smile Marshall’s way, but his focus was wholly on the girl currency rolling her eyes at him through a digital frame. “You know I am.” Ayla huffed around a faint chuckle, leaning in closer to the lens, “School keeps me way too busy to get up to anything stupid.”

“What I love to hear.” Marshall replied with a sarky sort of smile, a new one that I could add to my growing collection, I quietly deemed. “You been good though?” He prompted further, “Don’t have to stop by and talk to any hanger-ons, do I? ‘Cause you know I will.”

“Yes, I know.” Ayla shook her head, exasperated, but her sweet smile was still so prominent. “Besides, I think you guys have had enough drama going on lately.”

Marshall’s eyes traitorously jumped over to meet mine in that split second, something I thought only I caught until I witnessed the assessing look Ayla took on. So I was quick to clear my throat, internally cursing his name, “I don’t know what Z’s told you, but the two of us? We’re innocent! This is all on your Dad.”

That seemed to earn me a lighthearted laugh, one that trickled out of the speaker and appeared to loosen Marshall’s tense set of shoulders. The man in turn levelled Rosie and I with an aggrieved look before he turned to speak to Ayla once more, “It’s like I’m a one man army here, AB. Didn’t think I’d ever lose Z, but she’s gone darkside.”

“Dad!” Rosie admonished around another giggle, whilst Ayla gasped theatrically, “Oh how the tables have turned. What will the papers say?”

“Hilarious.” Marshall said in a manner that was deliberately impassive. But he still cracked a smile though when Ayla’s chuckles trickled through.

“Good to see you guys,” She commented soon after and I got the chance to look at her a little closer, taking in the college dorm she had sitting behind her, as well as the blue of her eyes. They were more almond shaped, sure, but somehow the colour still managed to match Marshall’s toe for toe. “And to finally meet you, El. I’ve heard a lot about you these last few weeks.”

A sharp breath hitched my chest. “Only good things, I hope.” I found myself retorting around a rosy smile, knocking my head lightly against Z’s when the girl crowded in further to my side, her chin settling on my shoulder, “But it’s also really nice to put a face to all the stories I’ve been told, too.”

Ayla gifted me a bright grin at that, her gaze drifting between Rosie and I, “No hope in praying that it’s nothing too embarrassing then?”

I couldn’t stop the way I instinctively turned to share a secretive grin with the girl beside me, pleased when Rosie mimicked me to do the same. “I don’t know about that, I’ve heard all about the grocery store you see.”

The gasp that the comment drew from the older girl was all too real that time, “I was seven!”

“Seven don’t mean nothin’,” Em swiftly cut in, narrowing his eyes ever so as he directed a finger at the phone and his eldest, “You’d been potty trained since you were two.”

Rosie and I snickered between ourselves, but Marshall caught onto it all too quickly, moving to shift that finger towards the pair of us, “Aye, you two ain’t no better. Ms Bedwetter and Pillow-drewler.”

“Hey!” Rosie immediately spat, thumping the man’s shoulder hard enough to have the corners of his mouth twitching even as his brows rose, “That was years ago! And you said you wouldn’t tell nobody!”

Marshall’s hands flew up in a gesture of surrender when his daughter narrowed her eyes in further scrutiny, but I could tell that Z wasn’t as embarrassed as she was letting on to be, knew it to be true when she added, “You also said it was natural! That you didn’t stop doin’ it ‘til you were fourteen!”

Em’s chin jerked up before he softened his reaction, though his eyes were a tad bit too wide to have not been entirely caught off guard by the secret his daughter had just spilled, “Jus’ said that to make you feel better.”

His shrug wasn’t all that uncaring as he hoped for it to be.

“Liar!” Rosie laughed, poking her dad’s side before she turned to peer back over at her sister and me, “He really did, promised he wouldn’t tell on me if I didn’t tell on him either. But he’s a big fat liar.”

“Name of your next single.” I quipped thoughtlessly, the comment going straight over Rosie’s head. Em shot me a steely glare and faked a silent laugh though, his lips softening into a small smile.

It was after that in which Marshall’s palm pressed against Rosie’s forehead, jokingly coaxing her into the backseat once again, waving off her protests as she slumped into the middle. “Yeah, yeah, keep complainin’ and we’ll miss this damn movie, won’t we.”

“Dollar!” Two voices called out and I peered into the back to see Z snicker into the phone, the screen Ayla was still on illuminating her face.

Marshall scoffed at the two girls but I could see how he was grinning happily to himself as we pulled out of the lot and onto the main road.

It continued to surprise me how easily he could move throughout the city without looking at a map or using the GPS he had installed in the flashy monster-truck he was so fond of. I kept finding myself getting lost in the way he drove, in truth, stare caught on how the streetlights flashed over his stubbled cheek and the fluid way he switched gears as though the stick was an extension of his arm.

It was only when Rosie popped up with another question that I found myself startling, looking back to immediately avoid the knowing smile Marshall had plastered over his face. Shit.

“What’s the movie called again? Ayla wants to know if it’s the same one she’s watching this weekend.”

I had to think for a second before I could answer her, my mind still honed in on the image of Em’s profile, “Love, Rosie.”

Z’s face split into a wide grin, her eyes squinting with the strength of it as she repeated the answer back to her sister, talking a mile a minute about how we were only going to see that film over The Book of Life because it had her name in the title.

I settled back into my seat easily enough and fiddled with the radio to keep myself from acknowledging my previous leering, hoping that the drive would be over all too quickly. Only, things never typically tended to go my way.

Jerking ever so, my straying gaze snapped back over to where Em was still watching the road, as though all of his attention was stuck there, and that wasn’t his hand on my upper thigh.

It was less than a second later that I let my eyes shift up into the rearview mirror, a breath of relief escaping me when I realised Rosie hadn’t caught the exchange, or see the lines her Dad was crossing.

I licked the back of the teeth and willed myself to relax at the touch, taking a small breath before I looked back over at the man in question. When I did, I found myself narrowing my stare at the slight smirk Marshall wore, apparently rather pleased with the reaction he’d garnered.

Still, my mind was warring with my want. I couldn’t wrap my head around the hot and cold, the way he’d push me away and then pull me in, how I’d thought about leaving to escape the icy shift and then been backed into a wall– literally.

I didn’t push his hand away though, and that in itself spoke volumes.

I couldn’t tell how he meant the touch, was he trying to be teasing? Or was it just a show of reassurance for the unexpected conversation started with Ayla? Had it been something he’d been wanting to do for a while now, or was this all just a game?

He squeezed, ever so slightly.

My eyes slipped closed.

His thumb brushed over the bump of my knee and I let myself melt into the firm hold.

It felt unnatural not to.

The hand didn’t travel, only moved away and then back each time it jumped up to the gearstick. I found myself, once again, wanting the journey to be over, whilst simultaneously hoping that it would never end.

The touch grounded me.

But it pulled away when the theatre came into view.

…

“Can't believe The Marshall Mathers is planning on watching a chick-flick.” I taunted playfully as we made our way up onto the pavement outside the red and gold doors, the joke only made to keep me from wanting to reach out and slide his hand into mine. Because I didn’t do that, I didn’t like all that sappy shit. I didn’t want to be holding his fucking hand, or have him drape his arm around me. It was just the moment, just that kiss fucking with my head.

Marshall feigned a put upon sigh, that hand of his coming up by his brow in an attempt to swoon. “Lord strike me down.”

I laughed outwardly, Rosie glancing back over her shoulder at us as she tugged at the heavy handle. “You’re not looking forward to it, Daddy?”

Shooting me a semi-sour look, Marshall let a lazy smirk crawl over his face just as he reached out to steady the door above Z’s head, “Nah I am, baby. Lia’s jus’ makin’ fun of the big manly guy.”

“Who?” Rosie asked in utter sincerity, enough that it had me cackling outright on the pavement outside. Em shook his head at the two of us, attempting to remain unamused but failing as reaching out to take my hand, tugging me through the open doors.

Z was still looking confused by it all when I managed to calm slightly, but her smile was soft as ever as her eyes lingered over the pair of us. It was then I realised Marshall’s hand was still in mine. He must have realised it too, because he let it go and coughed quietly into his arm before gesturing his chin out towards the concession stands. “So we gettin’ some popcorn or what?”

And with that, Rosie’s sole focus was on getting exactly that.

I ended up trailing after her whilst Marshall went and grabbed us some tickets, keeping an eye on her shorter frame as she weaved around a tall shelf to get a look at the array of sweets. There weren’t too many people about, but I still found myself glancing back over towards Em to see if anyone had sussed him out yet.

“What’re you gonna get?”

My head snapped back at Rosie’s ask, eyes dancing over the grin she bore before flickering between her own. I glanced over the collection the theatre had to offer, surprised by the obvious differences I could see.

“Me and my sister had this thing,” I started to answer, reaching out to pluck a familiar bag from off the hook, “Where each time we would go to the cinema we’d just end up getting a big bucket of popcorn to share and dump a whole load of M&M’s or Magicstars inside. If the popcorn’s still warm the chocolate tends to melt a little.”

Rosie scrunched her nose, either in distaste or just thought. “Sweet or salted?” Was the next question she posed and it hastily reminded me of the same one Marshall had asked that very first night I’d spent with them.

“Salted.” Smirking slightly at the way her eyes lit up.

“You made the right choice.” Z claimed with a nod and wiggled her brows before she spun around the heel of her foot to make her way over to the short line.

We ended up getting a large popcorn to share. At first, I figured it wouldn’t be enough for the three of us until I saw the container we were handed, then I was just beyond baffled at how different the portion sizes were in The States compared to back in London.

Once we’d paid, Rosie and I wandered over to a corner to dump the contents of the chocolate I’d picked up into it, Z having so much fun with it that a good couple dozen of M&M’s rolled over the ugly patterned floor. When Marshall strolled back over, he was wearing a questionable expression but holding onto three tickets.

“Should I even ask?” He quizzed, peering into the overloaded bucket. The look he wore turned somewhat appraising once Z explained and he was quick to steal a taste of our concoction, earning a tap to the arm in rebuke.

“Hey, hands off, bright eyes. Popcorn’s for the trailers, not here.”

“Bright eyes?” Marshall questioned, the left corner of his mouth lifting, but his ask was drowned out by Z’s, “The trailers? Dad always makes us wait ‘til the movie starts!”

I snorted and held out the bucket so that Rosie could take a great big handful, “We’ve long since discovered your Dad’s a little neurotic, lovely. We just gotta love him for it.”

Rosie’s laugh was warm as she peered up at Marshall. But his eyes were caught on me and he almost appeared frozen before Z leaned into his side, “Can we head in now?” She wondered, chewing away.

“Uh, yeah.” Em seemed to stumble, before he blinked and leaned down to press his lips to the top of her head, “Think we made it just in time.”

Love, Rosie was a film I could have lived without watching, I wouldn’t lie. It was like every other Romcom I’d seen a thousand times before. And yet, I loved every single second of it.

We were stationed in the far back, on the side closest to the stairs, Rosie perched between Marshall and I, her legs swinging back and forth. Throughout the whole film her attention remained captured, never wavering as her big doe eyes stayed locked on the screen with such reverence that it warmed my entire being.

Marshall wasn’t much better either, in truth. Something which humoured me to no end. Whenever he wasn’t glancing at me from over the top of Z’s head or stealing the popcorn from out of my hand each time I reached into the bucket, his eyes didn’t stray from the heartfelt scenes as they played out.

It was a strange conclusion to come to, that Marshall loved a good old fashioned Romcom as much as his daughter did, but it was a fact that went and nestled itself in between my ribs, where all the other little quirks the man had went to stay.

It was only as we were leaving, Rosie talking a mile a minute about the ending and how she thought it sucked, that he reached out again in the dimly lit corridor that led us back to the main lobby, only this time he didn’t have the excuse of stealing any popcorn from me when his fingers slipped into mine.

I tried not to show how surprised I was by the action as I looked over at him, grateful that we were the last ones to filter out of the screening room so that no one else noticed when I let my feet slide closer to his so that our shoulders could brush.

They were such simple actions, ones that would be second nature to most people, but that meant a great deal to me. Because see, I’d never really been the type to be overly affectionate, having hated hugs or anything of the sort once Danny had grown too old for them. Well, up until Lottie had come along. And most of the people I’d been with over the years had seemed to struggle with that, even when I’d pushed myself into reciprocating, when I’d forced myself out of my comfort zone to make them happy. But here and now, it felt natural.

Most things with Marshall did, I deemed. Even us arguing.

Our hands parted just before we could step through the end doors, his thumb brushing over my wrist as our eyes adjusted to the vast change in light.

Rosie was rubbing at hers when I glanced over, her too large drink squashed in the crook of her arm. Marshall seemed to follow my gaze because he reached out to loop her into his side not a second later, peering down at her. “I want you takin’ notes, you hear?” He mentioned in reference to the film, his smile now sly, “None of that’s gone be happenin’ in your future, girlie. You wanna get married? I better be dead. And don’t even think ‘bout havin’ no babies ‘til you start gettin’ grey hairs, okay?”

Z rolled her eyes in response to her father's shakedown, shaking her head up at me in silent camaraderie. “You just don't want people to see you cry.” She poked fun, her grin turning evil, “But we all saw the tears when she started her speech, Dad!”

“Lies.” Em scoffed back at her, pushing her away and out of his hold. Rosie didn’t much care though as she laughed her way into mine, head coming to rest on my upper arm.

“Me? I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.” Was the retort she gave him, one that had me snorting on a laugh when Marshall raised a brow and turned towards me.

“Think we left Z inside,” He said, “seems Tony Montana here figures he’s comin’ home with us.”

I couldn’t help the giggles that escaped me at all the references, especially when Rosie pursed her lips and drooped her eyes slightly, holding her arms out wide like Al Picino did in the famous movie, “Last time you gonna see a bad guy like me.”

Even Em couldn’t hold back the large snort he made at the little act she’d put on for us, shaking his head at her antics before he pointed a finger at her, “Last time you watch a movie with me, I swear.”

Rosie’s jaw dropped just a tad, “But it’s Scarface!”

“Exactly.” Was the only reply Marshall gave.

I lifted a hand to give Z’s shoulder a squeeze, smiling stupidly when she wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me into a lazy hug. The pair of them continued with their little face-off though until I was promptly reminded of the thing that had been bugging me throughout the end of the film, “Go and head out to the car, Tony. Those petrol cans you lot call drinks had me needing to pee like yesterday.”

Amused, Marshall shook his head at the comment, though his eyes were fond when he reached out to steer Rosie back over to him, “You need us to hang about, or?”

Rolling my eyes at his protective streak, I smiled and simply waved him off. “I’m sure I’ll survive a trip to the loo’s. I’ll try to make it quick.”

His lips thinned slightly but he acquiesced easily enough, navigating Z over towards the exit whilst I slipped into the nearest corridor dotted with bathroom signs. I was beyond grateful when I found the line not to be too long, just an older woman waiting for the end stall to free as well as a mother and her baby stood by the sink.

It was only once I’d dried my hands and fixed my hat in the mirror that I felt a slight prickle on the back of my neck. I looked up as the bathroom door swung shut behind the young mother to find a new face stood off to the right just behind me. I caught their eye in the reflection and felt my own snap back down rather quickly, pretending to not notice their sudden fixation as I casually wiped down the front of my hoodie and turned to leave.

It was a cough and then a light ‘Excuse me’ that had me glancing back on instinct, only to find the same girl suddenly right there. I blinked in shock at her sudden proximity and rocked back on my foot to put a bit of space between us, but the smile I gave her wasn’t unkind.

“Sorry,” She apologised, seeming to realise, though she didn’t look all that sheepish, even with having accosted me in the theatre’s tiny bathroom, “Just, can I get a picture and like, an autograph maybe? I spotted you by the register earlier, but lost you in the crowd.”

I never minded the odd signature and a picture was done easily enough too, but Detroit was currently supposed to be my best kept secret and knowing that this girl had already spotted me, likely with Em, didn’t do much to ease the sudden anxiety I started to feel.

Still, I grinned, unable to turn her down, “Sure thing, maybe we can grab it outside though? I doubt you’d want a selfie in the loo’s.” I tried for a light chuckle and was pleased when she laughed around an excited nod, exhaling slowly.

So we headed out of the bathroom and I posed for a picture against the white wall there, smile drooping a little the longer she kept snapping away, having gathered a little under thirty or so different photo variations. I ended up signing her phone case for her afterwards though and was thankful when nobody else seemed to crop up and spot me.

It was just as I’d done dotting the i in my name that she shifted ever so.

“I never thought I’d get to meet you, but really, you’re like one of my favourite artists. I think I know your whole album off by heart.”

My anxiety eased at her sweet words and my smile was sincere when I handed her phone back to her. “That’s really lovely to hear. I know getting to see some of you guys here in The States is always a little up and down because of touring, so I’m just glad we got to meet.” I assured her kindly before lightly teasing, “Never had someone say hello to me in the toilets of a cinema though. Guess there’s a first time for everything.”

She laughed loudly and gave me a light shrug, “I’d say I was sorry again but I really didn’t wanna miss you, especially when I saw you out there with your boyfriend.”

My mouth went dry at her words, but the girl didn’t seem to notice, continuing to ramble on.

“Was that his sister with you guys, or yours? I know you have one, right? People say she’s a lot younger than you, but then they also claim she’s your kid too. The internet is so crazy sometimes. Still, he’s real cute from what I saw! Are you telling people about you guys soon or keeping it lowkey?”

I was grasping at straws trying to find words. To simply recall my media training and the lengthy speeches Mila had given me. But nothing sprung to mind. It was like a cesspit full of disease that ate each and every thought that attempted to grow.

“I don’t mind not saying anything to anyone if you don’t want me to.” The girl tacked on shortly after and I would have figured that she had quickly gathered that she’d caught me by total surprise there, but she was looking at me so closely that I could easily tell it wasn’t anything of the sort. It was like an eagle scoping out their prey.

“Um,” I swallowed, before finally plastering on something like a smile, “No, it’s– He’s not my boyfriend, just a– a family friend. But yeah, I’d prefer it if you didn’t mention it. At all. Please.”

Her eyes were wide when she nodded back at me, but her lips were curled into an insincere sort of grin that plucked my anxiety straight back up out of the cage I’d wrangled it into.

“Of course, you can count on me.” It was with that in which she tugged me into a hug that had her hand settling on my waist, before I forced myself to step back.

I knew my smile had to have been less than flattering by that point, but I nodded anyway and waved at her as I backed down the hallway and crossed the lobby in a light jog, pulling my hat down lower over my face. It was only once I’d made it through the exit doors that I hurried to swallow the cold air that immediately hit me, throwing a startled glance back over my shoulder when the doors opened again, grateful to note that it wasn’t the same girl.

My eyes scanned the parking lot and it was a second later that I saw Marshall step out of the car parked across the street, his face furrowed under the shadow of his cap as he waved me over. I went, but something must have shown on my own face because he moved to meet me halfway, extending a hand out towards my arm the second he could.

He dipped his chin to catch my eye when we came to a stop and I wondered why he suddenly looked so uneasy. “What happened?”

My eyes snapped up to meet his and I blinked, still somewhat startled, “Nothing, it’s fine.”

“It’s ain’t.” He insisted, “You look like you’re gone be sick.”

I blew out another heavy breath and forced myself to calm the fuck down, “Honest, it was nothing. Just me overreacting.”

Marshall levelled me with a look before he sighed, “I know you. You don’t over-fucking-react like this. What went on?”

“Marsh, please. It was just a weird, I don’t know, encounter.” I tried, attempting to look past him to the car, “A fan that said was a bit too friendly, you know?”

I watched his jaw twitch. “What, in the bathroom?”

I sighed and lifted a hand up to rub at my cheek, “Just, can we leave it? Please. I just wanna go home. I’ll tell you then.”

Marshall watched me for a long second and for a moment I really thought he was going to argue, that he’d push, but instead he just gave a minute nod and wrapped an arm around me to lead us back to the car.

Surprisingly, Em didn’t head straight for the passenger side door and so I was greeted by the bright grin of a lovely little face when he ushered me into the backseat, seemingly knowing I needed a friendly face right then.

“What took you so long!” Rosie exclaimed the second she saw me, already shuffling over to make room whilst Marshall helped me inside, lingering a second longer to make sure that I really was fine before shutting the door and moving towards the drivers side.

“There was a long line,” I dragged out with a teasing smile whilst Em started the engine, “Think someone had a bad batch of nachos or something.”

Rosie’s face wrinkled into a grimace at my words and so when I met Marshall’s heavy stare in the rearview mirror the anxiety I felt was already starting to ebb. He gifted me a soft smile and it was then that I knew how well and truly fucked I was, because my heart stuttered.

…

The peace didn’t seem to last long though.

Not when I woke up the next morning to a thousand different notifications and my face plastered all over TMZ.

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softplumbs · 1 year ago

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Ayla managed to stop by her parent's place and, of course, got asked 500 questions.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #gameplay #ayla #ts4 gameplay #I'm sending baby to college. As soon as I figure out what fits her #which hit too close to home lmao

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tsukuhoe · 2 months ago

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01: so act like a stand up guy

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party was in full swing and as always naomi couldn't keep her hands off of dean. a slight pout forms across lips at the suggestion of asking someone to join them tonight -- but lips instantly quirks upwards once he mentions that she could pick who it was going to be. throughout the night, eyes wanders over the crowd. finding this one particular female interesting. she was dressed in a tight corset showing off her perfect cleavage paired with a mini skirt. naomi finds herself sharing drinks with the other, slowly gaining her trust and pulling her towards dean. "hey baby -- come meet my friend, this is ayla! isn't she perfect?" ayla who was feeling tipsy smiles shyly at who she assumes is the girl's boyfriend. "hi! it's nice to meet you."

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itsjusbleh · 4 months ago

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Beneath the surface

Chat Noir x reader

Chapter one — Acrophobia

Moving to Paris is a fresh, fresh beginning for you. Maybe it was a too big of a leap, but you’re excited, and you’re young, so why not? Though you can’t ignore the tender ache in your stomach. Gotta love anxiety.

It’s only when you step through the inside doors that you realise you have left your damn water bottle behind at your apartment. But then the bell rings, and immediately there’s a hundred footsteps, talking and yelling and someone actually barges into you. You can’t tell who it was anyway because they get lost in the sea of moving people. Scrambling for your campus map, you try and find your class. B5?

Finally finding the room, you open the door with an exasperated energy. But upon seeing the space, you realise that the class is not cinematography. At all.

A naked muscular man sits in the front of the room, posing on a stool as the student artists paint a portrait. Your eyes spring open and you can feel people start to look at you. You go to leave, stepping backwards. “Shit— sorry! I’m in the wrong class—“

You bump into a table filled with clay figures, fumbling a bunch of apologies as you knock one over and it smashes on the ground. What’s even worse is that people begin laughing as your skin flushes warm. You fall to the ground and scramble at the broken pieces.

”Hey—“

At the sudden close proximity of a voice, your head snaps up. A clean hit to the owner of the voice’s nose. A groan comes from above you as you whip your attention to the person.

His hand clutches at his face as you blabber, “I am so so sorry, oh my god…”

”It’s okay, it’s okay,” he pinches his nose, eyes squinted. “You dropped this,” he extends your book towards you with his free hand.

You tuck your hair out of your face and when you get a proper look at him, you swallow dryly. It’s when his green eyes finally meet yours, and you take your book with quick fingers.

He offers you a little smile, but it falters when he looks to the smashed pot on the ground.

You tuck your book tightly into your chest. “Was that yours?” You ask softly, face contorted in shame.

“Yes,” he slowly says, lolling those green eyes back to yours, and you catch the smallest twitch of them widening. “It’s… fine, though.”

Oddly enough, there’s a second of silence before the professor echoes a loud ‘ahem’. You scramble out of the class, offering another clumsy sorry as you leave, unknowingly having the same pair of green eyes following you as you do.

Once you’re finally in cinematography, a nice girl with tan skin and dark red hair chats to you as she polishes her glasses. She says her name’s Alya and it’s hard because you’re trying to listen to the teacher, especially because he was a bit annoyed at your lateness but she’s blabbering in your ear. You don’t have the heart to try and tell her to stop especially because you’re new and well, alone. You need to make friends.

”I was supposed to be taking audio and film instead of this class, but apparently, this branches more opportunity,” she uses quote fingers, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I can thank my boyfriend for that—“

She gets hushed by the teacher, but after five seconds she slowly turns her head back to you, as if expecting you to start talking.

“I’m taking a performing arts bachelor,” you whisper. “I’d like to be an actress… or something like that.”

“Oooh nice,” Alya wiggles her words, once again getting hushed by the teacher.

After two full, long classes, you head out into the main courtyard like most of the students at the university. Some are on phones, some are in animated conversation. You see an oak tree at the far end of the courtyard, with a wide trunk and plenty of shade. You can’t see anyone nearby, so you make your way over, and you plan to sit on the grass against the tree when you feel someone clutch your shoulder.

”Girl, where do you think you’re going?” Ayla’s voice seeps into your ears, her glossed lips stretched in a smile. You open your mouth to reply but she beats you to it, pulling your shoulder to walk with her. “Come meet my best frieeend, oh my god, you’ll love Marinette, she’s amazing.”

You follow her with a nod, a pleasant wave of relief actually washing through you. She pulls you to a table under a tree’s shade. Marinette has black hair with a tinge of blue hue that just curls around the mid of her neck, kind blue eyes and you can just tell she’s a warm soul. She waves, offering a hello.

She tells you she’s studying in fashion design, and as you tell her your bachelor, she coos. “Performing arts? Are you looking to book any roles in Paris? We have some opportunities here, theatre wise— oh, and advertisements, films…”

“I would love that, I just… need to see if I’m actress material, I guess. I know how difficult it is to get into the acting industry, and I’m taking some extra classes with a studio every week, so…”

”Hey, I know a guy that can hook you up with some opportunities,” Alya grins, nudging Marinette with a smug look. “Adrien Agreste,” she lets the name roll of her tongue, smooth and knowing.

Marinette rolls her eyes at Alya, but she turns to you with a hopeful smile. “Actually, that is true. He’s done plenty of things like that.”

As they say this, you wonder who this said guy is. It’s obvious that they know him well, which is good in your case. You pick up a french fry and dip it in ketchup.

“Who’s that?” You munch on the fry, voice muffled a little by it.

”Uhh… oh, he’s over there,” Alya points behind you. You turn and see where she’s pointing, to a group of people standing around. “The one in the navy pullover.”

The one in the navy pullover. You look for the clothing, and once found, you rake your eyes up to the face to match. You almost choke on your french fry, a strangled sound coming from your throat as Alya pats your back immediately. That’s insane because that’s the guy that you socked in the nose. Not to mention, you broke his clay piece.

Shit. Yeah, that’s him. What a small world. You turn around slowly back to the girls, shrinking in on yourself.

“What?” Both girls say in tune, confused at your expression.

“This morning I mixed up my classes and I bumped into him and I smashed his clay piece,” you clutch at your forehead, embarrassed. They both ease into a laugh. Your mind reels at just the thought of the humiliating situation. They attempt to reassure you, and you smile at their pure friendliness, but it drowns out a little as you take another peak at him.

To your utter shock, you catch his gaze. He seems surprised too because his expression sets into a stunned one. He quickly adverts his eyes, regaining his attention on a friend. You screw your lips up, a tinge of confusion bubbling in your chest.

Your first day wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t a piece of cake either. The first bite into your freshly baked croissant has you drooling. The buttery, flaky layers of the pastry melt in your mouth, releasing a rich, buttery flavor that dances on your tongue. It’s a nice breeze through Paris, seeping against your cheeks and you’re thankful for the spare time you have.

Suddenly the ground shakes, and the salts and peppers on your cafe table fall to the ground with an eery smash. An earthquake? You never knew they were prone in Paris. But then you hear a maniacal laugh echo throughout the street. The rustle of chairs moving and shoes squeaking fills your ears, and looking around you see that people are running into hiding.

What is going on?

A fast blur of red and black whips past, a powerful feminine voice yelling something out. You’re frozen in your chair, croissant now splattered along the pavement. You tilt to look at your treat now gone, a wave of grief rocking you.

Another suited figure runs by you. He wears a black suit, golden blond hair and shifting cat ears. He tosses a shout, “You should be inside! It’s too danger—rooooouuussss…” his head turns as he looks at you, sharp, emerald eyes giving you a one-down as his run slows to a stop, “hello.”

You look around quickly, seeing if he’s talking to anyone else but there’s no one else. Anywhere. “Hi,” you say, a tone of a question as you feel a shudder slip down your back at the way his eyes gobble you up. There’s a sinister swing of his hips as he walks toward you, a challenging stare that you can’t replicate.

“Ma chérie, you can’t be out here,” he tsks. With him this close, you can really look at him. His soft blond hair running wild at his neck, defined muscles cut against leather, the little dimple in his cheek from his wicked grin. What a being. “There’s a possibility you can get caught in the crossfire, and I would hate to see this pretty face get hurt.”

You nod gently, spacing out a little.

A truck gets thrown across the street in the background. His flirty demeanour flattens as he blinks, his whacky grin slipping. “Are you in shock?”

You shrug. You hear him mumble something under his breath, maybe along the lines of ‘shit’ and ‘poor thing’ but you can’t really tell from the loud crashing and banging noises going on around you. He taps his foot a little, cat ears flicking like he’s thinking.

“Chat Noir!” The same female voice from before snaps, and you watch the way his ears flatten, an exasperated groan escaping his lips.

”I’ll come back for you, ma chérie, just—“

Another loud shout, and he suddenly clutches you by the arm.

“Be a good girl and go into the cafe, come on,” his voice is tender and guiding, leading you through the cafe doors and practically carrying you there. “There we are, that’s it, puurfect.”

The way he mutters that last word against your ear makes you shiver, and all you can do is nod to him and his words. He sits you down on one of the couches, giving your arm one last graze before zooming out into the Parisian streets. You aren’t in shock. Are you? You’re just confused. As fuck.

You don’t know how long it’s been until there’s a flash of pinkish white that blinds you and you cover your face with an arm. Blinking away the shine, there’s an evident clearing of the sky, and herds of civilians creep out from their hidings. You decide to stay in the cafe for a while, grabbing for your phone as something comes up on your web, Ladyblog News.

Superheroes. Ladybug and Chat Noir. How have you never ever heard of this? You feel stupid, ridiculously stupid. Making your way out of the cafe and heading to your apartment, you duck into an alleyway shortcut.

”Why such a rush? I said I’d come back for you.”

The sudden noise makes you swish around, coming into contact with a leathered arm. Thick, leathered arm. The feline heroine has that arm leaned against the alleyway’s brick wall, looking you down like a predator. This guy is big on dramatic effect.

“I’ve just moved to Paris, and this… this is all very new to me,” you explain, wondering why it was difficult to keep eye contact.

“Oh, chèrie, I know…” he draws out, letting his eyes roll down your figure. “I might need to go home with you.”

His words send your mind in a frenzy, it makes your throat grow tingly. “Why?”

”For safety measures, of course. Why else?” He tilts his head at you as if it were obvious, the bell on his suit dinging lightly. That implication was prominent and you knew it, he was sly. “Your legs feel okay?”

”They feel fine,” you mutter, biting the inside of your cheek. You have to admit, they’re a bit jittery from before. You duck out from the alleyway and he follows.

“Mmm, I’m not sure I believe that,” he reaches behind himself to grab something, and when it comes into view it looks like a metal bar. He slides an arm around your waist. “You afraid of heights?”

You raise an eyebrow at his question, confusion once again filling you as he grabs your arm to wrap it around his neck. “…No.”

There’s a glint of a grin on his devilish lips. “And which one’s your building?”

You point in the direction to the blue apartment building in the distance. “That one,” you respond.

Without warning, you’re lifted up into the air. You screech, arms flying out and attaching to him magnetically. You can hear a low chuckle from him as your heart pounds against your ribcage. You don’t dare to peek out from his chest, eyes sealed shut as wind snips through the gaps of your hair.

“Which one?” Chat Noir asks, giving you a little nudge.

”Seventh floor, farthest left,” you rush, gripping him as if your life depended on it. There’s a thud and a commotion, and when he gently sets you down, it takes you a second to detach from him.

You immediately go to land a solid punch into his shoulder, a hiss like noise screeching out of him.

“Heeeey…” he pouts, to which you jab a finger at his chest.

“You should’ve warned me!” You scold harshly.

“Where’s the fun in that?” His tongue runs along his smirking bottom lip, a glimpse of his white canines catching your eye. You only groan frustratedly, folding your arms. “Your balcony has a beautiful view,” Chat Noir praises.

You sigh. “I know, you can see the Eiffel from here and I didn’t even pay extra—“

”I wasn’t talking about the landscape,” he mutters. You turn to see his sneaky green eyes locked on you, seemingly proud at his flirtatious quip. Your arms tense in your hold, unable to play it cool as you let a smile creep onto your face. You hear a quiet beeping sound and you catch the way his eyebrows stitch down as he looks at his ring finger.

“What’s wrong?” You utter, unfolding your arms.

“I have to leave,” Chat Noir grunts, annoyance twinged in his voice. He takes your hand in his, giving it a swift kiss in apology. “Selfishly, I beg of you to go into shock more.”

You actually giggle at his silly statement, going to take your hand back but his grip doesn’t falter. His slimmed, feline pupils dilate with your sound.

“What’s your name?” He asks gently, smoothing his gloved thumb over your knuckle. You say it without a thought, quiet enough that it could be mistaken for another gust of Paris’s wind. He leans back towards the bars of your balcony with a smirk, and with one last look that he steals, he jumps off your balcony.

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