#the one who kissed me then sent me good morning texts every morning after we said wed be friends.

[myownprivatcidaho]

new supervisor @ my job this semester who's great and super friendly and a great listener. he said today im the most guarded of everyone who works there and that "[i] want to talk about everything except [my]self" and from what he gathers im a "walking contradiction" because im an "intentional person who's afraid of intentionality" i-

[paigestrap]

i need you.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings? smut (minors dni), light angst and fluff, swearing

summary - you and paige are friends until you aren’t 🤭🤭

enjoy!!! (please?) even if u don’t pls don’t tell me i’m sensitive.

you couldnt identify the point at which your friendship with paige grew into something more. meeting her in one of your soc classes when she showed up late and sat next to you, you two became friends almost instantly.

you knew who she was of course, had gone to many of the uconn women’s basketball game. and you would never tell her, but you were definitely a fan from the start, her game and personality being a major draw, and maybe also the fact that she was beautiful, like really really beautiful (a fact you would also never tell her).

you two started hanging out pretty much everyday, whether you were doing work, going out to eat, or hanging out with her and the rest of the team at a bar after games, the two of you had become quite comfortable in each others company.

but one day, things started to change. when your shoulders would touch watching your favorite show with her next to you, it sent electricity throughout your entire body, you felt yourself looking forward to the times when your hand would brush hers while walking side by side with her to class, your mood would lighten when she would text you to hangout or simply tell you about her day, and the time you spent together felt more and more intimate as your fondness for the blonde grew.

sometimes, it felt like paige was feeling the same thing you were. her eyes would linger for longer than you felt a friend’s eyes should, her touches felt more intentional, her compliments more frequent, and her words gentler. there were times when you both were alone where it seemed like the two of you were so close to crossing that line. like the first time she asked you to spend the night, and you woke up the next morning in her arms. or when she asked you to wear her jersey to her game the next day, and of course you obliged. she asked you afterwards if you would wear her jersey for every one, justifying her request by saying you’re her “good luck charm” and of course her good luck charm needs to rep her jersey, and of course, you obliged. when you were out with her at the bar and the two of you had been drinking she would constantly be touching you, hugging you, and telling you how much you meant to her. you couldn’t tell if this was paige being paige, or if she was truthful in her words and actions.

these moments were always left unspoken, as neither you nor her felt confident enough to ever cross that line. but your heart yearned for her. her touch, her voice, her laugh, her beautiful mind. and it was getting harder and harder everyday to hide your feelings.

now, with her returning to campus after the uconn women’s basketball team lost to iowa in the final four, you feel those inhibitions being lifted. your phone screen lit up as her contact appeared on your lock screen.

p: need u rn. can u come over?

you: of course, i’m on my way

as you walk out of your apartment to make your way to your friend you realize now the extent to which you feel for her and you want nothing more than to hold her in your arms and comfort her.

“hey,” she says, opening the door for you, her face betraying her overwhelming grief. you don’t say anything, you just pull her into a hug as she lets out her first of many tears.

“i know. i’m so sorry paige. you deserved the win, you all did” you say, comforting her while also holding back tears of your own.

“can we go to my room, just wanna be with you right now,” her tear stained eyes meet yours, and your heart swells at the urge to kiss her tears away.

“of course, i’m here for whatever you need, always” you say, grabbing her hand as the two of you make your way towards her room.

“i wish you’d been there, missed you so much it’s crazy,” she admits as you both lay down side by side in her bed. her eyes never breaking away from yours.

“i missed you too paige, im so sorry i couldn’t be there for you. i hope you know how much i wish i could’ve” you pull her into your arms and embrace her as her tears begin to fall again.

“i think,” she starts, but stops herself and pauses for a long time. you are about to ask her about it before she continues, “i think i realized something about myself this weekend”

another pause. your heart beats faster, you curse yourself knowing paige could feel it too. “what’s that,” your voice is barely audible as you struggle to get the words out.

“i need you, like i really really need you. ever since i met you i just wanna be by you all the time. when we lost i just wanted you to be there and,” she propped herself up to look at you before pulling you in to a tight embrace “i’m scared that you don’t need me too” her voice breaks at the end, shattering any hope of disguising her emotions.

“oh paige, you have no idea,” you say, feeling yourself breaking at her words. you pull away from her embrace and stare into her eyes, searching for a reason not to let your walls fall. you don’t see one, “i need you like i need oxygen to breathe. the world feels muffled when you’re not next to me, i admire everything about you and i’ve never felt this way about another person before. i’ve been so scared these past few weeks that i’ll lose you if you find out how much i want you, but i can’t go on pretending i think of you as my friend when you are so much more than that.” there it is. there’s no going back now. your eyes move away from hers as you await her response.

“baby,” she whispers, hand moving to caress your cheek as she gently pulls your face in her direction, “you’ll never lose me,”

suddenly, the space between you feels so small, and in a swift motion she closes the gap between you and kisses you. the world around you begins to spin as all of your senses become heightened. you feel yourself kiss back, not too hard, not too soft, and suddenly the emotions brimming for the past months come flooding to you all at once.

her hands meet your waist as she shifts her weight to be positioned on top of you, your legs opening as she places herself in between them, never breaking your kiss.

she eventually breaks it to look down on you, a million emotions displayed on her face. she reconnects your lips with hers and you feel yourself giving in completely, desire for the blonde blooming as her kisses grow hungrier. “i want you so bad” she says breathlessly in between kisses. her tongue grazes your bottom lip, requesting entrance, and as with all of her requests, you oblige.

“please, paige,” you let out, suppressing the moans threatening to slip out as her tongue explores your mouth. you tug on her shirt, needing to feel her body closer. she takes it off and removes your shirt as well. leaving you in only your bra on top. she smiles as she looks at your now exposed body.

“god, your tits are fucking amazing,” she remarks, staring at them lustfully. you blush, suddenly feeling so exposed. her hands reach your back as she unclasps the final layer, removing your bra and revealing your bare chest. she fondles your tits and the sudden touch elicits a moan you didn’t have the restraint to hold back. her hands feel so good, and you desperately need them somewhere else, “i wanna fuck you so bad babe”

“god paige please i need you so badly” you whine, so far gone at this point to even try to hide your burning desire.

“yeah?” she grins, biting her lip and licking her lips, “where do you need me, my sweet girl, show me”

you pull yourself up and remove your bottoms, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. you grow increasingly aware of how wet you are, and embarrassed at how obvious it is. her hands roam your body and she grips both of your thighs, her gaze lowering to your heat. “you’re so wet, all because of me?” she asks like she doesn’t know the answer and lets her finger graze over your clothed pussy. you moan as she touches your clit, grinding your hips desperate for more. “so needy baby, i’m gonna take these off now alright?” you nod as she removes your panties, leaving you completely exposed and at her expense.

her hand meets your bare pussy, rubbing in between your folds and onto your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you as your body reacts to her touch. you move your head to the side and close your eyes, letting the pleasure take over. but you are quickly brought back to reality when she stops touching you and takes your face into her hand, bringing it back to face her, “i want you to look at me when i fuck you, do you understand baby?” she plants a kiss on your lips and you nod in response, unable to say a thing.

her fingers move back towards your heat and she slides one into you, “how’s that sweet girl, does that feel good?”

“yes. please. more.” you whine, your body burning at her touch, desperately needing more.

“oh yeah?” she teased as she slipped another finger in you, slowly pumping them in and out of you, curling them so she could feel them stretching against your walls.

you were done for. your body twisting and rutting against her, only causing her to quicken her pace inside you, never breaking your gaze for a second. “god you’re so fucking gorgeous like this, all mine”

your senses overloaded by her hungry words and quickening pace, you felt yourself nearing your climax “paige, please don’t stop. i’m so close” you beg, causing her to fuck you harder and faster.

“yeah? come for me baby, you’ve done so well, my pretty girl,” that was all it took to force you over the edge. you come hard, screaming out her name as the pleasure enveloped your entire body. she fucks you through your orgasm, whispering in your ear the entire time telling you how pretty you look and how good you are.

the wave of pleasure subsiding and your senses gradual coming back to you, she slides her fingers out of you, licking your wetness off of them and falling back onto your smaller figure.

“holy shit” you breathe out, panting. suddenly feeling very sleepy.

“yeah, holy shit.” she laughs, “you’re so fucking hot, you know that?” you blush at her compliment, burying your face in her chest.

“do you still think i don’t need you?” you ask, looking up at her with a shy smile. she grins, giving you a sweet kiss and looking at you with so much endearment it makes your heart swell.

“no, i’m pretty sure you made yourself clear” she laughs, pulling you closer.

[jjkarmy091]

Second Best - Jungkook (part 5)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Jungkook’s feeling down lately.

After leaving Sewoon in the club, he hopped on his motorcycle and started driving until he reached his own home. Opening the front door he looked around and was emerged by this void feelling. He didn't know what was going on and why he felt the way he did. It wasn't a normal reaction of his. His night even went okay, he was having fun with his friends and kissed the girl he was in love with. How come everything turned out to this shitty. 

Then he remembered Y/n, the way she spoke with him before leaving. Did he say something he wasn't supposed to? Was she mad because of the guy she was sad for? He picked up his phone and called her, not once, not twice but four times. In any of those tries did she pick up.

“Hey Y/n. Just wanted to let you know I’m home and safe. I’m sorry the way things went out tonight, it was a very confusing night. Are we good? We never fought before and I'm lost here. I just-- I want you to know I care about you Y/n, a lot. Never forget that”  

Five minutes later: 

“Please call or text me when you get the chance so I know you are okay and we can talk about it” 

"Don't leave me in the dark Y/n. I'm beggin you. Talk to me or else I'll lose it"

Nothing. After millions of calls and text the response was not what he was expecting and it was driving him insane. Breathing heavily he sent one last text

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Sitting down on his couch waiting for a call or reply from you was being a nightmare. It's been an hour and he got nothing from you. He fucked up bad. "Shit”. Then his phone started ringing and he answered it so quickly he didn't have time to see who it was, almost dropping it midway.  

“Hello?” 

“Hi Jk.” Sewoon replied on the other side. “Did you get home already? I wanna apologize for the way I spoke earlier about Y/n. You’re right, I shouldn’t have take it so easily and said those things. Were you able to talk to her after?” 

“Ahhh Sewoon. No I didn’t. She's probably asleep. I’m sure she’s alright.” Jungkook said nervously. “she better be. She’s not home either. I went there and no response” Sewoon said and Jungkook mind stopped working. What does she mean she's not home either? Did she really went out with some guy? She was never the one to behave like this. Only if she was --

“Jk are you listening to me? Can I come over to yours? Leaving Y/n aside for a bit, I thought we could have some fun I saw how stressed you were before. I want to help you shake it off a little, like old times”

Jungkook could only laugh to himself thinking how crazy he was when he said “I’m sorry Sewoon, not today. I’m tired and wanna get some rest okay? I'm sorry. If you get any info on Y/n, please tell me yeah? Just to be sure she really is okay. Sleep thigh"

Dropping his phone next to him, he turned the tv off, went to his bedroom, laid down and tried to find a way to sleep

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Y/n called her manager the next morning asking for some days off, caliming she was having some personal issues and needed some time to fix them. The manager put no restraining to that, giving her a week off since she never missed work and was a great employee. She knew that too damn well.  She spent her life that goddamn coffee shop trying to earn every penny she could .

After drinking with Lisa and clean the mess they made she tried to get some sleep. Everytime she was about to close her eyes her phone screen would light up. She would look at it. Another notification from Jungkook and one in particular from Sewoon saying “you better had some fun tonight bitch because you leaving the club with someone else ruined my night. Jungkook lost his mind thinking you were in trouble. Call me up".

Y/n couldn’t help but sigh. Was her best friend always so self centered? How come she never noticed it? She turned her phone off and rolled over, finally being able to get some rest until she wakes up with a loud bang on the door and Lisa walking in full of excitement.  

“Good morning lady. Did you pack your stuff already? Pack warm things, a book or two, some pair of boots and lots of socks. We’re going to the snow. Oh and our flight is in about 5 hours. Hurry up”  

You didn’t know if you wanted to kill Lisa or thank her for being such a light in the middle of the storm going in your head and your heart. The next few hours were a rush. Between preparing things, buying others, organizing documents and being ready in time to go to the airport and checking in. In all this time, Y/n hasn't responded to either Sewoon or Jungkook. It was better this way. It was too much on her plate. A burden she had no need to carry.

After all the stress to get there on time they finally managed to sit down in their seats and recover from all the rush. Y/n wasn't definitely used to all of this. After a bit of silence she turned to Lisa and said  

"Jungkook called and texted me several times last night. And Sewoon too. It made me question the context of her text."  

“what do you mean?” Lisa questioned. 

"Basically she blamed me for ruinning her night with Jungkook after I left the club." Y/n retorded. Lisa opened her mouth but then closed it. Y/n wishes she had said what she was going to say, but instead she questioned "Did you answered any of them?" Y/n shakes her head "Good. These days we will have our phones turned off. No Jungkook, no Sewoon and no worries. Let's just have fun and create some badass memories. Deal?”

Y/n has to make sure that after all this mess gets better, to thank Lisa for everything she's been doing for her. Not that she hasn't already. She's so glad she came back into her life at a time like this. It made her compare Lisa to Sewoon. Where was Sewoon in the most difficult moments of your life?

"Deal"

A bit of sadness hits Y/n. She holds Lisa's hand and mouths "thank you" squeezing it tightly. You are going to get through this, like you managed before but this time with someone who truly cares and you couldn't be more relieved by it

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@esposadomd @joonlover1207 @eegyo @furrywonderlandwolf @minghaosimp @differentrunawayperson @nikkinikj @jksusawife @11thenightwemet11 @jk97bam

[xo-codbby]

ex-husband!simon who didn't understand boundaries after you both got divorced

because you were still his, whatever the law stated was completely false. they didn't know a thing for gods sake, he was still yours. he made that vow till death do we part and unless he somehow died and resurrected as someone else, he was going to make good on his word.

and it started out small, visiting the house every week when he had the chance to stock up on the food he'd know you'd forget. filling up your gas, keeping the spare key in his back pocket in case you ever needed him. you weren't too willing but who else was going to help you move those big packages? who else was going to mow the grass, change the bin bag help with the cleaning up after a dinner. yeah, he had his little flat downtown but he lived with you for years and he grew accustomed to that routine.

it quickly took a different turn however when he started noticing a new man coming by your place more and more often, eyes narrowed as his hands clenched over the wheel. he couldn't even think of another woman and you already had one touching your body? he immediately sent a picture to soap, one word text to analyse this man completely and thoroughly

he got a text back within a half hour with all the information he could ever have and more, right down to the type of porn this guy watch. a pretty thing like you couldn't certainly be with a guy like him, no you needed simon. he was your husband once upon a time, all he needed to do was fan the flames of your love once more. the embers were still there, burning deep inside. he was sure of it

ghost wasn't known to be subtle, action first and words later. he knocked thrice, briskly on the front door. looking around the neighbourhood before looking back at the door. your eyes in shock as you glance up at simon, not expecting him to be here

and of course he was there dressed in his usual black clothes, mask covering his face as his eyes settle down on you. sleeves rolled up, showing the scars from the countless missions he had been on and the black ink you spend endless mornings tracing waiting for him to wake up. all those feelings stirred deep in your gut and your brows furrow, taking a step back as you tried to speak

but you don't get to say a word, completely silenced when he enters your home. thick muscles caging you to the wall, coarse hands settling on your hips as he kicked the door shut behind him. his head tilts, an inch away from yours feeling his hands steady your body in the way he only knew.

"tryin to replace me already love?" he pulls his mask over his nose bridge and you falter, the soft scent of his musk and cologne floods your senses. it takes you back and you try not to make it too obvious how much you needed him, all those days that had gone past doing fine without him had started crumble

"what're you doin-" "taking what's mine" his finger tilts your head, trying to steal your breath and hold it hostage with his lips. feeling his tongue coax your lips open, demanding but so tender cradling your face. you were so caught up in the moment, you didn't see your new man come up from the living room. protesting as he reached for his phone

"i'll put a bullet right between your eyes before you even get to dial a number" simon's words were cool, tone harsh, brown eyes darkened behind his balaclava at the man who shakily stood there. he looked to you, confused and shocked but you could only look at simon blinking up at him mind spinning as you tried to catch your breath. parts of you were amused, he was still so easy to piss off even now. but disbelief and the soft flicker of affection coursed through your veins as you stood there beside him. his warmth reminding you of all those times you spend in his arms, hands stroking your skin, lips peppering the most sweetest kisses across your face

that was then, this was now you tried to remind yourself. you were divorced from him, there was nothing that was connecting the both of you. you had someone new, you broke up with simon for a reason

"now where did we leave off, sweetheart?" his thumb traces the slope of your cheekbone, right to your lower lip. lips pulled in the most softest smiles, you couldn't understand how gentle looked even when he threatened your new boyfriend with a gun. even when he barged into your home, even when he wanted to come back to your arms. discarding the divorce as if it meant nothing at all

another hand jolts you from the daydream and you feel simon stiffen, jaw clenched tightly as looks down at your other hand interlaced with the man trying to get you far

"c'mon lets go-" "get y'fuckin' hands off of my wife. now"

[wileys-russo]

yes possessive tooney! maybe you’ve been hanging out with Mary and Millie a lot recently and no one knows you are together and she’s jealous so she kisses you hard to show them you’re hers (even though they already suspected you were dating her bc you both had matching hickeys a few weeks ago)

req based on this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNBeoh5Y/ headlock II e.toone

"baby do you want to get a chinese?" you heard your girlfriend call out from downstairs, loud voice carrying her ever alluring mancunian accent up to your room.

"i'm going out el i told you this morning!" you called back, huffing in annoyance as you messed up your eyeliner again, forced to wipe it off. "what do you mean? goin out where? with who?" the girl was by your side in record time with a frown.

"for sushi with mary and mils." you groaned as you once more messed your eyeliner up, turning to your girlfriend with a pout. "why wasn't i invited?" the brunette scowled, grabbing your eyeliner and pushing your legs apart as she moved to stand between them.

"you told me you and less had plans!" you defended, closing your eyes as your girlfriend gently grabbed your face, helping you to fix the wonky lines. "yeah she's coming over to watch a movie and eat junk, like we always do! i assumed you were included in that plan." ella huffed, stepping away from you.

"well i assumed you were actually going to do something when you say you have plans. not potato it out on the sofa and sit in silence for several hours!" you teased making her roll your eyes.

"and was it not you who said it's good if we do stuff together and separately so no one finds it suspicious?" you reminded, moving back into the bedroom as she followed, only alessia aware the two of you were not just roommates and were actually dating.

you'd tried to keep it from her but with how much time the blonde spent at your flat and how well she knew the two of you it was inevitable she eventually figured out there was something else going on.

"you always hang out with them! stay in with us. please?" ella pouted, sitting down on the bed and giving you the best puppy dog eyes she could manage. "mmm no." you ducked down and smiled, pecking her lips a few times before grabbing your bag off the bed and hearing her groan.

"baby!" she huffed after you, footsteps thumping down the stairs. "i'm serious you're always with them two. i miss ya!" she tried again as you only shook your head in amusement. "maybe i like their company more." you teased causing her pout to change into a frown.

"i see you every single day baby, at training, at home, at games, at-" you started to list things off on your fingers, ella rolling her eyes and grabbing for you. you grunted as she pushed you harshly into the wall behind you, pressing her lips to yours in one last desperate attempt to convince you to stay in with her.

"not gonna work. but you can continue that once i get home!" you gently pushed her away with a suggestive smile, reaching for your keys. "no. if you have to go then i'm driving ya and picking ya up." ella ordered firmly, smacking your hand away and grabbing your keys first.

deciding against arguing with the incredibly stubborn girl you allowed her to do as she wished, directing her to the restaurant and being barraged with text messages from the girls you were meeting, well that you were now late on meeting.

"bye el, i'll call you once i'm done or i'll get maz to drop me home." you sent her a smile and pecked her cheek, well aware of your team mates and friends watching on from a few metres away, millie clapping her hands impatiently for you to hurry up as you popped open your door.

however before you could step out of the car an arm snaked around your neck and you tensed up in surprise as ellas hand firmly grabbed your jaw, pulling you into a bruising kiss.

within seconds her tongue was down your throat and you were trying to pull away hearing the whistles and jeers from your friends behind you. "not yet, kiss me." ella mumbled against your lips, her grip on your jaw tightening and holding you firmly almost in a headlock as you gave in and kissed her back.

tapping her leg once air became an issue she finally let you go for a moment, hand still on your jaw as she pecked your lips a few times ad released you, your lips tingling and slightly swollen as you tried to clear the hazy fog in your mind.

"so i guess we're telling people now?" you breathed out, glancing sideways at your girlfriend who only grinned happily. "just lettin everyone know you're a taken woman baby." ella smiled as you sighed, unable to be mad at her as you rolled your eyes and allowed her to steal one last kiss before you left her behind.

"oi oi nice of you to finally join us mrs toone!"

[obvi-the-best-soph]

Just a little bit in love.

alexia putellas masterlist: here

genre: pure fluff warnings: none

word count: 688

summary: you're a social media admin for barcelona femeni, and engaged to alexia putelllas. you sit with mapi at lunch, mapi making the grave mistake of asking how you and alexia were doing.

When you first came to work for FC Barcelona in 2015, you were under the impression you would be filming and helping run pre and post game press conferences for the men’s team, however, when you showed up on your first day, an iPhone was thrust into your hands and you were sent out to where the pitch where the Femeni team was training. That was when you first met eyes with Alexia Putellas, long story short, very quickly after that training session ended, Alexia asked you out to dinner, and now, nearly 10 years later, you’re engaged and happier than ever. 

At the moment, Alexia is sick, practically her least favourite thing in the world as it means she has to miss training and interviews and practically put her whole life on hold. You hate her being sick too, because she gets a bit huffy and tense and refuses to try and sleep it off, instead still attempting to do all the things she does at full health, even the time when she should probably of been hospitalised with an awful case of Covid during the pandemic a few years back, she still took Nala out for a walk everyday and made lunch for you both every. Single. Day. 

But there was another reason you hated her being sick, because now, you had no one to sit with during lunch. So you decided to just sit alone, until a ridiculously-cheerful-for-a-Monday Mapi ungracefully plonked herself down into the seat in front of you, grinning. 

“Hola chica. How’s your day been?” she asked, starting on her avocado.

“Yeah alright thanks, kinda missing Ale. It’s boring when you aren’t just filming your fiancee and posting videos of her on Instagram all day,” you reply with a teasing smile, beginning to eat your own lunch.

“Oh yeah, it sucks, her not being here. I had no one to annoy in the locker rooms this morning. How are you guys going anyway? I think her and Ingrid are trying to organise another double date." She rolls her eyes slightly, but is still smiling, earning herself a firm poke in the bicep from the now slightly annoyed and huffy Norwegian sitting next to her. 

The second Mapi asks how you and Alexia are doing, your eyes light up more than they have all day, one of your favourite things to do was to gush over how amazing and sweet she is. 

“Well,” you start, and Mapi already looks like she’s regretting asking. 

“She takes me out for dinners and she holds she door, and she pulls out my chair and she holds my hand,

And she *always* calls me 'pretty' or 'beautiful,' not 'sexy' or 'hot'. She never forces me into anything I don't want to do. She sends me good morning and good night texts everyday. She writes me little cards listing all her favourite things about me, just because she felt like it.

She kisses me so gently it's like she's not even there, she'll carry me to bed if I fall asleep on the couch while we watch a movie. She tries to teach me football skills even though she knows I’m terrible at it. 

And she slow-dances with me in the living room after a few glasses of wine while it rains....

She learnt how to cook my favourite dinner. She carries my heels and gives me her jacket when we walk home from restaurants. She gets all flustered and refuses to look any time I wear anything low-cut…

She reads to me until I fall asleep-” Your little love rant is cut off by Mapi’s childish fake-gagging sounds. 

You laugh huffily and playfully shove her shoulder, “Oh shush María, you were the one who asked.” 

“Yes, and I regret my decisions. You two are so mushy, it’s gross. I hate to say it, but I think you might be just a little bit in love.” She retorts with a teasing grin. 

“Just a little bit.” You agree, smiling as you get up to put your plate in the dirty dishes pile and get back out onto the pitches.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Got Me Thinking

Part 3: Kiss it Better (NSFW)

Synopsis: Jack ends up getting into an argument with Kelsey and quickly makes it up in his mind to visit you in order to take his mind off of it. Little did the two of you know that those feelings that had been buried all those years ago would come straight up to the surface.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Jack let out a frustrated sigh thinking about the argument that had ensued between him and Kelsey that morning as he was now currently on a plane to California for Druski's premiere. All that he asked of her was to be a little more supportive as he had been under a lot of stress lately and wasn't taking his feelings into consideration and that sent them into a full blown yelling match with her accusing him of saying that she wasn't supportive of him at all.

Shaking his head and trying not to think about it, he pulled out his phone to text you and see what you were up to since he wanted to see you before leaving the state. Druski's premiere was later on that day and he didn't plan on doing anything after except being with you if you were available.

Ever since the two of you reunited at his birthday party, you were all that he could think about. For the entire week that you were there, he spent about every day with you and it was safe to say that he missed your presence and being around you.

And his feelings that were buried deep down had made their way to the surface and had hit him like a ton of bricks.

Yes, he married Kelsey. But did he love her? When they got married he definitely did, but he didn't love her as much as he loved you and knew that no one else on the face of the earth would be able to fill your shoes. He was hurt when he found out you got married, but what could he had done at that point? The two of you hadn't spoken for years and even though he wanted it to be him, he was happy that you found happiness and would never try to ruin that for you. But now hearing about how Xavier had been treating you, he wanted to get you away from him as soon as he could. He knew you were trying to plan everything out, but he didn't want you to have to deal with that situation any longer.

Jack Jack- What are you getting up to tonight pretty girl?

You- Eating and sleeping. My all time favorite pastimes.

Jack Jack- Hmm, now you can't do that if I'm coming to see you, now can you?

You- 👀

You- When will you be here!?!?

Jack Jack- In about an hour or so. I know you're still working but I'm going to Druski's premiere and I wanted to see you after. So around 11 tonight? Is that too late?

You- Never too late when it involves me getting to see you. Now I'm hoping the day goes by a little faster.

Jack Jack- Aww does someone miss me?

You- Don’t push it lol

Jack Jack- Been having a shitty week but I know seeing you will make it better.

You- Oh no. My poor baby. Tell me all about it later. Just text me the address of your hotel and the room. I know how reserved you are and highly doubt you want paparazzi in your face.

Jack Jack- Can't wait to see you

Clay looked over at Jack and immediately asked what had him in such a good mood since he had literally been pissed off less than ten minutes ago.

“Who are you texting that has you smiling like that?”

“Well we know it's not Kelsey.” Urban muttered and Clay couldn't help but to stifle a laugh.

“My guess is Y/N, since he hasn't stopped talking about her.”

“The person that you should have married.”

“And how many times are you going to remind me? What was I supposed to do? Make her divorce him so I could marry her? We hadn't even talked in seven years at that point!” Jack exclaimed while looking at both of them.

“You should've been like I OBJECT!”

“I mean…… that plan could work because she had straight googly eyes when yall made eye contact.”

“And she didn't leave your side the entire night.” Urban added.

“And you don't like your wife. None of us do.”

“I… not too much on Kelsey now!” Jack said while attempting to defend his wife, but all they did was look at him.

“Bruh… DIVORCE.HER.ASS.”

“Because we're legit confused on how and why you married her in the first place. We told you not to and now look, sitting up here miserable and unhappy.”

“I care about her!” Jack said, defending his actions.

“Notice how you said care and not love? Yall argue every waking hour and you are always grumpy. You haven't been grumpy and in a mood since you basically spent your entire birthday week up Y/N's ass. Well except for today when you know, got into an argument with that woman who shares your last name.”

“Wait…. did yall… fuck? As in you and Y/N?”

“NO URB! I didn't cheat on Kelsey and did we forget that Y/N is married too?”

“What is that supposed to mean? We don't like him either. Don't even know shit about him, but he's not you and you and Y/N belong together. Don't make me start singing Mariah Carey.”

“And Kelsey treats you like the gum on the bottom of her shoe.”

“Facts, no printer.”

“Yall just don't know her like I do.”

“And we don't want to.”

Jack sighed and ran a hand through his curly hair because he knew that they were exactly right.

“Think about it like this. Your own wife didn't come to your birthday party yet, your EX-GIRLFRIEND from when you were in HIGH SCHOOL did. What does that tell you?”

“And who is she married to?”

“His name is Xavier.” Jack answered as he pulled up your instagram and handed Urban his phone.

“Oh.”

“Oh? What do you mean oh?” Jack asked as everyone had now gathered around Urban to get a glimpse.

“If this is the dude you're competing with, you can take him.”

“Maybe we could set up a boxing match.”

“Jack is definitely a lover and not a fighter. He wouldn't make it to the second round.”

“HEY!”

“Don't get mad at me because it's true.” Clay replied while holding his hands up in defense.

“But the thing is, Y/N told me she's divorcing him.”

“Good! Then ease your way in!”

“And he's about to have a baby on her.”

“Well got damn. HE CHEATED? ON Y/N? LIKE… JACK IF THAT WASN'T YOUR GIRL…”

“Don't finish that sentence, but yes.”

“Well divorce the wicked witch of the west so you can marry her.”

“Clay! Stop calling her that!”

“Why? It's funny and she's evil so it fits her personality.”

“Not the point!”

“Oh, so you agree?”

“Look, I’m going to try and make it work with Kelsey.” Jack told them, but at this point he didn't know if he was trying to convince them or trying to convince himself.

“I think I threw up in my mouth a little.”

—

You couldn't wait until your last case of the day since that would then let you go home and sleep until It was time to meet up with Jack. It was nice since Xavier was now on another one of his business trips, but you knew all that meant was his was with the woman who he was cheating on you with. He had hid it well when he first stepped out on you, but within the last year he had grown sloppy, but he still had no clue about you knowing.

It was still early in the afternoon when you decided to shoot Jack a quick text to let him know that he could now come over to your house seeing as your husband was nowhere to be found and went off to take a shower to wash the long day off of you.

You saw Jack's reply once you stepped out of the shower and he said that he would let you know when he was on his way. There were still a few more hours left to kill so you decided to take a short quick nap before he got there. But as much as you wanted to, your mind just wouldn't turn off.

The thoughts that consumed your mind consisted of Xavier and Jack and how you never should have ended your relationship with Jack because you knew for a fact that you would have been a lot happier. But, you loved Xavier too despite what he's doing to you even though it hurts to no end. He barely showed you any affection anymore and if he did, it felt forced. But when Jack did it? Felt like something out of a fairytale.

You simply wish you could fast forward to the part where you were happy.

Startled by a sudden knock on the door, you lifted your head to peek at your phone and noticed it was around 11:15 and instantly got excited because you knew it was Jack.

Once you opened the front door, you immediately tackled him into a hug as he kissed the top of your head.

“Hey Buttercup.” Your heart instantly fluttered hearing the nickname that Jack had given to you when the two of you were fifteen and the smile on your face couldn't help but to get bigger.

“Hey, I think the day went by extra slow because I couldn't wait to see you.” You replied as you stepped to the side to let him in.

Once he was in the foyer, he was taken in by his surroundings.

“You mean to tell me yall got this big ass house for only two people?”

“The goal was for it to be filled with little ones but that dream has quickly gone out the window.” You quietly answered and it looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself.

But it came out anyway.

“You wouldn't want to be tied to someone like that for the rest of your life anyway. You deserve better than that.”

“I… I know. I just feel that I'm in a difficult position. But moving on because I know you didn't come here to hear me whine about him. Let me give you the grand tour.”

“It doesn't bother me. If you need to vent, I'm always going to be there to listen. No matter what time of day or night it is.”

“I really appreciate you saying that.”

Moving throughout the house, you showed him everything there was to see and you simply left your bedroom and closet for last knowing that he was going to spend at least an hour admiring your shoe collection.

Once you opened the double doors to the master bedroom, he simply laughed to himself.

“What in the world is so funny, Jackson?”

“I can tell that you designed this, didn't you?”

“He let me have at it so I simply did what I want with it.”

“So this is where the magic happens?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“Magic? As in me using my vibrator because that is literally the only magic that happens here. Anyway, let me show you my closet because I know you'll definitely like it.”

“So, we're just going to skip over the vibrator part that you mentioned?” Jack asked and you simply shrugged.

“Not every guy is in tune with his wife's body and knows how to please her, but that's a story for another day.”

“He definitely should be and there's no excuse for that.”

Jack then followed behind as you led the way into the walk-in closet and he immediately took note of your shoe collection just like you knew he would.

“I… Well damn. Maybe you should be an ambassador for New Balance too.”

“I can't help it. I literally buy a pair every time I go out. And a lot of that time is spent thinking about how my life is a hot ass mess. Sorry I'm doing it again. Now what had you upset earlier?”

“You don't have to apologize and it was Kelsey.”

“What happened?”

“All I asked was if she could be more supportive since I have had a lot going on and been kinda stressed out. She took it upon herself to accuse me of saying she's not supportive at all and it turned into a screaming match. Well her screaming at me really.”

“Did she not comprehend what you were saying?”

“As of lately, it seems like she's not comprehending anything when she used to not do that. Clay calls her the wicked witch of the west.”

You couldn't help but to immediately laugh.

“I'm sorry, but that is hilarious.”

“It's sad to say but I've gotten used to it.”

“Why? You shouldn't be used to arguing with your spouse all the time.”

“No, but… I don't know. I always say that I want to try and make it work between the both of us but when I replay these incidents over and over again it makes me think that it might not actually be worth it.”

“Then if it isn't worth it, let it go. Why would you want to be married to someone like that anyway?” You said which was similar to what he had told you earlier.

“Hmm, you want the honest answer?”

“Of course I do.”

“Only because my real bride was already spoken for.” He answered while looking directly at you.

You didn't answer him as he had quickly gotten distracted with something hanging up in your closet.

“Wait… Is this my hoodie? You've had it all this time?” He asked while holding it up and inspecting it.

“Yeah, it was comfy so I decided to steal it and never give it back.”

“Hmm, how does your husband feel about you having your ex-boyfriend's hoodie?”

“Well it's a good thing he doesn't know now isn't it? It still smells like you too believe it or not after all these years. And why should he even care? It's not like we're having sex with each other because that's exactly what he's doing and ended up getting her pregnant.”

“We're not, but it definitely sounds like you need someone to please you because he's not doing his job.”

The two of you were now dangerously close as Jack once again started playing with the ends of your hair as the hand that wasn't occupied cupped your face. Before you knew it, he leaned in and his lips were on yours. After kissing him back you immediately pushed him away from you.

“Jack… we can't and you know that.” You said not believing your own words for a second.

“Is it the fact that we can't or the fact that you don't want to admit that you feel the same way about me as you did when you were fourteen?” He asked you as he closed the space in between the two of you once more.

When you were quiet, he asked you once again and your thoughts were running rampant.

“Y/N, do you want me to stop?” He asked as he began to kiss down your neck and you could feel the river that was beginning to form between your thighs.

“No.” You breathed out before bringing his face back close to yours.

His hand reached under your shirt and was surprised to find out that you weren't wearing anything underneath and began to massage them and roll your nipples in between his fingers instantly making them hard as he kept his mouth on yours.

You broke apart from him as he was simply staring at you with his thumb grazing your cheek.

No words were spoken as you led him back into the master bedroom with both of you trying to strip out of the clothes that you were wearing at a rapid speed.

Once you were left bare underneath him, he slowly inserted two fingers into you seeing how wet you were and he immediately smirked as he leaned down to kiss you.

You moaned into his mouth and that was when he increased his pace moving his fingers in and out of you.

By this point your eyes were closed and you rightfully gasped as you felt him take one long lick across your folds. Jack then spread your legs to the point where they were behind your head so that he would have enough room.

“I don't think your husband would take it too well that I'm fucking his wife in his bed but clearly someone has to do it since he can't get it right.” You heard him say and you let out a quiet laugh before you once again felt his mouth on you.

You couldn't even remember the last time that you were in that much pleasure, but knew that Jack was only getting started.

Between him using his mouth and his fingers, you knew it wouldn't take long in order for you to reach your peak and you decided to speed up the process by playing with your pierced nipples.

As you loudly moaned his name, Jack then went to suck on your clit and you knew it was only a matter of seconds before you were going to hit your peak.

“Oh, fuck. Right there, stay right there.” You said as your hands were now tangled in his hair in order to be able to keep him as close as possible.

“Baby, I’m about to…”

“Then do it.” Jack said as he broke away from you to answer but went right back to his original position.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks that your legs were shaking, but Jack hadn't stopped eating you out which quickly made you go into having another one.

No sound was coming out of your mouth as Jack let you ride it out before detaching from you and crawling back up your body with him planting kisses on your skin along his path.

Once he reached your lips, he gave you several pecks before you felt his fingers now massaging your clit and he was now smirking at you.

“You ready for me, sweet girl? I can tell that your body is, but I need to hear you say it.”

“Been ready for you.”

As you noticed the precum leaking from the tip, you sat up and quickly took him in your mouth, making him hiss and throw his head back in pleasure.

You used your hand for where your mouth couldn't reach and you soon felt him twitch and took that as a sign that he was growing closer to hitting his peak when he suddenly lightly pushed you away from him and you quickly looked up at him confused.

“There's no way I'm about to last much longer and I need to feel you.”

“I'm on birth control, so it's all good. Nothing to worry about.” You said as you got settled once more at the top of the bed as he took hold of your hips and slowly entered you, leading to a moan escaping both of your mouths.

“You feel so good around me, but you have to relax baby and give me some room. Just relax, I got you.”

It was definitely easier said than done.

But once you did and the two of you got in a comfortable rhythm, your arms went around Jack's neck as he buried his face in your shoulder.

Hearing him moan in your ear let you know another orgasm was right around the corner as you then reached down to play with your clit. Your hand was soon replaced with his as you then heard the garage door open.

“Fuck, he's back early.”

“We're not leaving this bed until you scream my name, you understand?”

You immediately nodded your head as Jack then increased his pace as you were hoping to not get caught by your husband. But at this point in time, you didn't care.

The thrill of being caught got you excited.

“That's it. That's it, pretty girl. Are you going to cum for me? Cum all over my dick.”

Without another word, both of you hit your peak at the same time with you loudly moaning in his ear. As he was letting you recover, he placed kisses all over your body before planting one more on your lips which immediately made you smile.

“We need to hurry up and get dressed before he comes upstairs? Don't you think?” Jack asked but not before taking one of your nipples in his mouth and lightly sucking.

“Don't start because now we definitely can't finish.”

“Hmm… to be continued.”

Once the two of you slipped your clothes back on and made your way back downstairs you were now sitting on the couch with the television on as Xavier walked in.

“Oh hey, you're back early.” You said as he leaned down to kiss you which now left a sour taste in your mouth.

“I figured why not since I wanted to spend time with my wife. And who do we have here?”

“Jack this is my husband Xavier and Xavier this is Jack. We went to high school together and he was in town so we decided to catch up.”

“Nice to meet you Jack.”

“You too.” Jack replied as he was taking in meeting your piece of shit husband in person for the first time.

“Doesn't surprise me you two are still catching up at 3 in the morning. Y/N has always been a night owl.” He said in a somewhat accusatory tone, but Jack quickly shut it down.

“Well I had a premiere to go to and didn't get finished until late, but I was just leaving since I have an early flight.”

“Well next time you're here, we all should go out.” Xavier offered and Jack quickly agreed.

“Sure thing and I can bring my wife so it will be a double date.”

Hearing him say that immediately made your stomach go into a series of knots.

“Come on Jack so I can walk you out.”

Once outside and by his rental car, the two of you immediately busted out laughing.

“I don't think I've ever gotten dressed that fast before. That had to be some type of record.”

“I mean he could have always come in to get a few pointers from me.” Jack replied and you lightly hit his arm.

“What? You know I'm telling the truth. When's the last time he made you feel that good?” Jack asked as he whispered the last part in your ear and slipped a hand in your shorts.

“Babe…”

“I take that as the answer being never.” He said as he removed his hand and brought it up to his mouth to suck on his fingers.

“Taste so good and you are making it so hard for me to not fuck you again right here and right now.”

“Behave, Jackman!” You exclaimed as he quickly began playing with your hair and the two of you stood in a comfortable silence.

“Until next time, buttercup.”

“Until next time, Jackson.”

“Oh and I hope you don't mind me taking these?” He asked as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the purple thong that you had been wearing earlier before it got discarded on the floor.

“You know purple's my favorite color.” Was all he said before he placed a kiss on your cheek.

After Jack had drove off, you went back into the house and the realization of what you had just done hit you.

You just cheated on your husband with your ex-boyfriend.

And didn't regret it one bit.

[boothillssugarmomma]

🎤Dιϝϝҽɾҽɳƚ SαႦɾιɳα Cαɾρҽɳƚҽɾ Sσɳɠʂ Aʂ Hσყσ ɱҽɳ🎤

🎀 A/N: I've been SO OBSESSED with Sabrina's new song 'Please Please Please' and omfgg I just love her music all around! So here's some of the boys as a few of her songs

ALSO I KNOW TEYVAT DOESN'T USE PHONES BUT IDC DEAL WITH IT (respectfully)

If I mis categorized anyone lemme know 🙏

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 🙏

'𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝑔𝑜'𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝒷���𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇, 𝑜𝒽

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒'

Dating your new boyfriend was such a dream, he's so kind...so precious...BUT...he wasn't exactly a ROLE MODEL or an amazing guy to everyone. But you have a great sense of judgement, and you obviously have great taste...or at least you think so. Dating him was one thing...but telling people? WHOOO boy...when you did end up telling your friends about him...it stirred up quite a lot of drama.

"You sure he's good for you?" Your best friend sighs deeply as she holds your shoulders. Your friends were gathered around you hoping to knock some sense into you.

"I promise...he's sweet and a great guy..." You sigh softly as your best friend stares disapprovingly.

"We're just saying...he's...not exactly...what we thought you'd go for..." Your other friend hesitates as she talks, glancing at your third friend for him to back her up.

The quiet friend grimaces before clearing his throat. "He's...a...interesting guy...(Name)"

Your eyes narrow before you scoff. "You guys just don't know hi-" You cut off as your phone dings.

Your best friend grabs it and rolls her eyes at the message. "Oh get a LOAD of THIS!" She hands the phone to you.

It's your boyfriend...your wonderful...lovely...man who you'd never give up. Even if your friends think you should.

'Hey babe...sorry but I'm running a little late...ran into a little problem. But don't worry... I'll be there. Wouldn't wanna make your friends dislike me more than they already do...'

'Oh and I love you'

'See you soon ❤️'

You sigh at the text, face flushing a bit.

"Don't prove them right..."

-Aventurine, boothill, SAMPO, Gallagher, SUNDAY, Danslief, blade, CHILDE, Wanderer, itto, Lyney, Kaeya, SCARAMOUCHE

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

ᏋᏕᎮᏒᏋᏕᏕᎧ ☕

'𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃' '𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝑜𝒽...𝐼𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉? 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝑜...𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜'

Waking up in the morning without your boyfriend was hard...but sometimes he just was busy and couldn't stay over that night.

But waking up to his little messages? His love paragraphs or his small thoughts about you?

And even throughout the day, he also sent messages.

Those were the best...

You could say you had him wrapped around your finger to be honest. He could never get enough of you.

'God I wish you were here honey...'

'I miss you already ❤️'

'I want to skip (work, travels, missions, etc) and just come home to you...'

'I can't sleep...'

'I can't stop thinking about you my love...'

'I keep thinking about you every night and all day...'

And finally after his long day, he enters your shared home with an exhausted and fairly pouty look.

"You ok honey?" You hum softly as you get up from the couch where you were sitting.

His eyes meet yours and immediately soften.

"Cmere...couldn't stop missing you!" He whispers with a bit of desperation as he quickly rushes to hug you.

"Feel so much better already...so energetic..." He mumbles as he nuzzles into your neck.

"You're like a little shot of espresso~" He teases softly in your ear before kissing your forehead.

"That's me, your espresso..."

-ARGENTI, dan heng, Gepard, JING YUAN, diluc, CHILDE, XIAO, Neuvillette, aether, chongyun, Zhongli, Bennett, WRIOTHESLEY, THOMA, freminent, Gaming

☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕

ƒεαƭɦε૨ 🪶

'𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 (𝒶𝒽), 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 (𝒶𝒽)'

Dumping him was the BEST idea you've ever had when it came to him. Not having to worry about where he is every night, why he was always so busy, even when you knew he wasn't.

The lies, the coverups, his pathetic excuses.

All

Gone

And you couldn't be happier. You didn't have to pretend he was the best guy in the world, you didn't have to pretend to like whatever he did, didn't have to pretend you were ok with his lies.

It's been over a year now, you're dating one of your best friends, and you knew your life was set!

But your ex wouldn't leave you alone!

He's STILL calling and texting and trying to get back in. He shows up everywhere, your work, your house, your boyfriend's house, your friends houses, trying to get you to take him back.

He just KNEW you were making a mistake, it has to be, he loved you so much...just realized it a bit too late!

"(Name)! We're meant to be together it has to be now stop acting foolish!" He catches up to you one night after work on your walk home.

You scoff softly, ignoring the male as he pants beside you.

"Then tell me why I feel lighter than a damn feather without you on my mind?" You hum, a bitter tone in your voice.

His eyes show a flash of hurt before he huffs. "Because you just don't understand how you feel!"

You roll your eyes, continuing to walk, trying to get away from him.

"Baby I want you back, please!" He whimpers a bit.

"I've told you multiple times, we're done!" Your patience is running thin, and this it not how you wanted to spend the evening.

"But I miss you!" He tries to reach for your hand.

"No duh, you should've thought about that!" You growl.

"But honey think about us...all the memories...how much we cared about each other?" He pleads.

You stop walking before turning to him.

"Thinking about our memories would be a waste of time..."

-VENTI, Kaeya, Boothill, Aventurine, gallagher, Kaveh, ITTO, xingqiu, dr ratio, Ayato, albedo, CHILDE

🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Can we get a poly plastics fic where Regina is angry with Gretchen, Karen and Reader for messing up a plan of hers? The 3 of them literally have a meeting at Gretchen’s on how they’re gonna make it up to Regina m. Then the 3 of them basically spoil Regina for the weekend with nice activities, affection and loveeee. Regina deliberately dragged out her anger, because she knew her girlfriends would want to make it up to her

Whatever the Queen Wanted

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

(I myself am poly)

|| Warnings; Regina being controlling, plastics and reader making it up to her, completely Regina centered (lmk if i missed one)

|| Summary; Regina George was mad at her girlfriends. For why? She couldn't remember, but she knew her girlfriends would spoil her to make it up. So she kept up her act.

Requests open!

Started; october 7th

Finished; october 7th

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At this point, Regina couldn't even remember why she had been angry with her girlfriends in the first place. That wasn't going to stop her from keeping up her angry act, though. She knew her girlfriends would do anything to keep her happy, so she was going to use that to her advantage.

She'd spent the better half of the day completely ignoring them. Texts, calls, conversation attempts. All of it. So Gretchen, Karen and you had a meeting about it.

"She's really upset with us," You sighed, setting your phone down beside you on Gretchen's bed after another failed attempt at getting ahold of Regina.

"She like, can't stay mad forever right?" Gretchen was really getting worried; knowing full well that a mad Regina was dangerous.

"I'm gonna tell her she's pretty." Karen said as she picked up her phone, tapping away at her screen. Gretchen sighed and laid back on her bed, trying to come up with anything to fix this.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, so we'll have a full day where we can just focus on Regina. Maybe we can start the morning with like going to a café for breakfast and then seeing what she wants to do from there?" Gretchen suggested, feeling like the plan was a little weak but it was better than nothing.

"She ignored me," Karen pouted and looked at the two of you. Looking ready to cry because Regina ignored her text. Purposely leaving it on 'read'.

Gretchen's attention switched to Karen and she sat up again, pulling her into her arms. "Oh, mama it isn't your fault. Shh," she soothed, gently rubbing the girl's arm with her thumb.

You felt bad for Karen and decided to try and get ahold of Regina again. You sent her a text, letting her know of tomorrow's plans for meeting in their favourite café. Hoping that she would bother to show up. You really just wanted things to be good between all of you again.

Saturday rolled around. You, Gretchen and Karen were seated in your usual spot. The back corner booth, next to the window. You sat on one side, while the girls were on the other. Arms linked and staying close to each other. Every time the café door opened, you looked to see who was coming through. And every time, it wasn't Regina.

The three of you waited almost half an hour and Gretchen was about to suggest you give up, when a familiar blonde walked in. She scanned the café, then found the three of you and made her way over. Arms folded across her chest in a way that made it almost impossible for you not to stare.

"Regina," You murmured, a smile tugging at your lips as she sat silently beside you. Anger in her eyes.

You didn't care though. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close, giving her a kiss that was filled with emotions. Trying to remind her that you still loved her. At first she didn't kiss back and even pulled away, but the pout you made made her sigh and kiss you again. When she broke the kiss, she bit your lip to get a sound out of you then looked over at Karen and Gretchen. Karen looked extremely happy to see Regina, Gretchen was happy too but she was more on edge. Being extra cautious. She's dealt with her fair share of angry Regina's and wanted to tread lightly.

"Regina... we're so sorry. I know you had this plan and you wanted it go perfectly- we completely messed up so we're gonna make it up to you! A full day of anything you want completely on the three of us," Gretchen rambled, gesturing between you, Karen and herself.

Regina stayed quiet. Almost uncomfortably so for a long time, long enough that you had to check your phone to see what time it even was. When she'd finally spoke, the three of you were completely relieved," fine. Y/N, by me a coffee." Her tone was a little harsh, still trying to pretend to be upset. You'd almost flinched but nodded, desperate to make it up to the blonde.

You got up from the booth and made your way to the front, getting Regina a large with everything you knew she liked. Once you had the coffee, you walked back over and handed it to your girlfriend. Giving her a kiss and sliding back into the booth beside her.

She took a sip and seemed to think for a moment, then gave a small nod of approval. It was almost hard to stay mad at you when you'd remember her favourite; down to every last particular detail. And there were a lot.

"I'm still mad." Regina said, which made you pout.

"How?" You groaned, realizing the three of you had a lot of groveling to do. Regina tried not to smirk, not wanting you all to get any hints that she actually wasn't mad anymore.

Regina folded her arms and let the anger rest in her gaze as she looked at the three of you, "I guess you'll just have to figure it out yourselves."

"We were thinking we could spend the day following you? Going wherever you wanted to go?" Gretchen brought up, hoping to maybe get Regina's interest.

She seemed to think on it again, going over the possibilities in her head." Alright. Then let's go to the ice cream shop down the street."

"Ice cream for breakfast!" Karen clapped, seeming rather happy about that thought. You raised an eyebrow at Regina but didn't question it. Whatever the Queen wanted.

The morning seemed to go on slowly as the three of you worked together to give Regina the best. Starting with the ice cream shop, all of you pitching in to pay for her ice cream. Of course she got the most expensive option. After that, she dragged all of you to the mall to get herself a new outfit. You and Gretchen pitched in for this one since Karen didn't have a whole lot and you didn't want her spending everything. You glanced at Gretchen, having a silent conversation with her through your eyes.

We're gonna go broke.

You both seemed to think. Regina was feeling pretty good about the Princess treatment.

"Alright, I got what I want from here. There's a pizza place down the road, we're gonna go try it." She said, leading the way. The three of you following close behind the blonde.

When you got there the place was decently packed, everyone wanting to give it a try. The hostess lead you all to a table and handed each of you the menu. Though all of you let Regina pick what she wanted, deciding to just share that.

Your order soon arrived and you picked up a slice, facing Regina with a smirk. "Open your mouth, beautiful."

She raised an eyebrow but did as told, letting you feed the pizza to her. Gretchen snapped a picture for instagram later, smiling as she looked at it. It was cute.

Regina seemed pretty satisfied with being fed the slice.

The rest of the weekend would continue to go like this, until about Sunday night. All of you laid in Regina's massive bed. You trailing light kisses along her arm while Karen played with Regina's hair and Gretchen cuddled her. Regina let out a contented sigh," okay. You're forgiven."

All of you couldn't be more relieved. Especially you and Gretchen, whose wallets had done more begging for forgiveness than you had done to Regina.

[hyuckwrlds]

could i request s/o telling jaehyun they love him and him being like yes i knowwww but s/o is adamant and kisses him and cuddles him just to remind him? i’m such a sucker for him rn :((

>> only

can we stay like this forever? wc: 609

"so who's that?" jaehyun asks, glancing over your shoulder as you send a text on your laptop. when you don't immediately reply, he gives you a nudge.

"some guy from my psych class," you answer eventually, but only after you'd sent one last message. "he's asking me for the project notes since he missed lecture this morning."

jaehyun pauses, brows creasing. "and does this guy have a name?"

"yuta," you answer, simply. your head lolls to where your boyfriend sits beside you on the couch and he frowns slightly. you notice this, tacking on for good measure, "he's nice. he's the one who signs me in for attendance when i skip class to be with you."

"he's nice," jaehyun parrots. he turns his gaze back to the tv in attempt to look nonchalant but the hint of annoyance in his voice gives him away nonetheless. "how nice?"

there's a roll of your eyes. "hey, don't be like that."

"like what?"

"like jealous," you grin in amusement, setting your laptop down to settle against his side. an arm wraps around his waist as your chin rests atop his shoulder. he resists the urge to hold you back.

"i'm not jealous," he sighs. "i'm just worried about his intentions with you."

"his intentions are fine," a stifled laugh leaves you then, hold around him tightening. he lets you though, leaning into the warmth of your touch like he's done millions of times before. "i talk about you all the time and besides, i'm pretty sure he's in a relationship anyway."

jaehyun bites the inside of his cheek. it's not that he doesn't trust you—clearly, he trusts you more than anything—it's just, as he said, he can't as easily trust other guys. he huffs, another indication of his irritation that causes you to break him from his thoughts with a shake, slinging your leg across his body too.

"hey," you begin with a squeeze. "you know i love you right?"

he doesn't say anything but nods nonetheless, heart stuttering from the sudden affirmation. you press a kiss to his shoulder.

"i love you and everything about you. from your little dimples to the way you hold my hand; the way your face looks when you spot me across the room and the way you text me selfies every time you can't give me a call..."

jaehyun pauses, feeling his cheeks start to warm with every addition you add to your list.

"...the way you leave your chapstick in my car then blame me for stealing it a week later...."

"okay," he breaks, turning to look at you. he's sure his face is a flushed red by now. "i get it."

you hum. "so you know i'll never leave you, right?"

"yeah, i know."

"and you know that i'm no one else's but yours, too?"

"babe," he whines lamely. his brows scrunch into a cringe despite the way his heart soars in his chest. "that's so cheesy."

"it's true though," you laugh, pressing another kiss to his shoulder. the way you look at him afterwards sends his stomach fluttering and it tells him all he needs to know. you add, "i'm all yours, babe. i hope you know that."

"i do," he finally turns his body to face you now. between the way you're holding him and the way your gaze settles on his, he knows he's sure of it all, sure of you. he presses a kiss to your forehead. "and i'm no one else's but yours."

"i love you," you repeat.

"good," he nods, not bothering to fight the smile playing at his lips. "let's keep it that way."

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Always & Forever Fifteen - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

Words: 7.0k

Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Arguments & Angst.

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Hope you enjoy :)

When the morning came, Marshall made Y/N breakfast and packed her a coffee as she got ready. She left her bag with Marshall so he would bring it to the studio for her to pick up later rather than walking around the campus with it.

Mondays were her least favourite day. She had an 8:30 class with Dr. Beau on the High Renaissance followed up by her sexuality art class. Therefore, the couple were up at seven in the morning and Y/N had to wake up Marshall as he refused.

“I don’t need to be at the studio till noon,” he said.

“Yes, I understand but I have to be at my eight-thirty class and you agreed to drive me.”

“Then let me sleep for another hour and I will drive you,” he responded but a kiss was delivered to his cheek. “You said you would make me breakfast.”

“Ugh,” he whispered. “Why did you stay over last night if you had to wake up at seven plus we were fucking till like midnight,” he complained, grabbing a pillow and pushing her with it.

“Marshall. If you don’t want to make me breakfast, I will grab a coffee and a protein bar,” she argued getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom.

“That’s not enough, Y/N.”

“I will get like a banana bread or a lemon loaf on campus. Maybe I will ask Hailie to have a coffee at the library.”

He hummed. “That sounds nice. However, when does your class end?”

“10!” she said over the noise of the shower.

“When’s your next one?”

“10:30 till noon.”

“So you won’t get to that banana bread till noon then?” he cooed. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

Y/N appeared in front of him naked with a brow raised. “Stop daddying me. Sleep for another fifteen and then we can make breakfast.”

He chuckled. “Nope,” he stated, rolling out of bed, “seeing you like that means I am joining you for a shower.”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

-

Marshall dropped Y/N off at campus before going for a run and hitting his home gym for a few hours. Y/N went to class and she texted Hailie about having a coffee and a cake around noon which she agreed to do.

Y/N pushed open the library walking to the coffee shop that lived in it. She spotted the beautiful brunette who was stirring her latte. Y/N sent her a quick wave before walking over to the counter to order herself a coffee and a banana bread. She settled down across from Hailie in the small, cosy coffee shop on campus as the rain fell. It was spring after all. The air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of students chatting around them. Y/N took a sip of her latte, savouring the warmth and smiled at Hailie who was stirring sugar into her mug.

“I like that shirt on you and your hair like that,” Y/N complimented. “You’re always pretty but-“

She grinned. “Thanks. I have always been jealous of your eyes and freckles, Y/N.”

“Thanks.”

“I can see what Dad sees in you.”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Honestly, I don’t know what he sees but I feel honoured that he sees something.”

“Stop. You’re gorgeous.”

“I know but when someone that perfect for me likes me… it's like how did I deserve this, ya know?”

She agreed before changing the subject. “How is the art show coming?”

Y/N’s face lit up. “Good! I am just finalising a few pieces. I have to submit my stuff tomorrow. Which means I take the train downtown with all my art.”

“Dad will drive you.”

Y/N sighed. “I would ask but he is adamant that this week is studio week to get the Marshall Mathers LP2 done.”

“Is that what he is naming it?”

Y/N nodded.

“Well,” she stated sipping her mug, “I am so excited about the show. Prosecco going around and finger food. Art critiques and artists… sounds like an episode of Sex and The City. You’re living the Charlotte York lifestyle.”

“And you?” Y/N hummed. “Which character are you?”

“Miranda.”

“Well, as much as Charlotte York is great. I am more of Carrie Bradshaw…with my Mr. Big.”

“Meaning?”

Y/N debated how to tell her but then decided. “Your dad says I can’t talk about this, but you know how Carrie got with Big and they were like meant to be?”

She nodded.

“Then conflicts got in the way, opportunities came so they had to separate?”

Hailie slowly nodded, brow raised.

“I am going to Columbia. I accepted today. Marshall knows and we have agreed to do long distance to try and then maybe get back together-“

“You’re breaking up?”

“No,” Y/N rushed. “We are Carrie and Big. We are meant to be. We will always remain best friends and when we are in each other towns we will see each other, have a passionate night and then meet again when the time works,” Y/N stated. “Hailie, I have to go to Columbia. It’s my destiny.”

“Dad loves you though. He wants his life with you. He talks like you put the stars in the sky and the answer to all his problems,” she said with a worried tone.

Y/N smiled at Hailie, trying to convey her certainty. “I know he does, and I love him too. That’s why this is so hard. But he understands how important this is for me. It’s my dream.”

Hailie looked down at her coffee, her expression conflicted. “I get it, Y/N. I really do. But it’s going to be hard for him. You’ve become such a big part of his life.”

Y/N reached out across the table and took Hailie’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I know. And it’s going to be hard for me too. But we’ll make it work. We’ve talked about it, and we’ve both committed to trying. Besides, it’s only two years. We can handle it. He is my Mr. Big and I am his Carrie Bradshaw. It will be us in the end.”

Hailie sighed, nodding slowly. “Ok, I trust you. I trust Dad. I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude. “Thanks, Hailie. That means a lot to me. I promise we’ll be ok. And I’ll always be here for you too. You can come visit me in New York City.”

Hailie smiled back, her eyes softening. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re like family to me.”

Y/N felt a lump in her throat and blinked back tears. “You’re my family. All of you are, lovely.”

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, sipping their coffee and letting the conversation settle. Y/N asked about classes, about her dating life and her life in the dorms. There was a sense of calm washed over both of them knowing they support one another. Y/N just hoped that Marshall would handle the distance and that their relationship would come out stronger on the other side.

After finishing their coffee, Y/N glanced at her watch. “I have one more class before I head to the studio. Marshall is recording today, and he wants me there.”

Hailie nodded, standing up and gathering her things. “Give him a hug from me,” she said with a smile.

“I will,” Y/N promised, giving Hailie a quick hug before they went their separate ways. Y/N went to her medieval art through the ages class before heading to the studio. The bus ride was not too bad. However, she could not help but feel a bit relieved with telling Hailie, but she knew that Marshall wanted to wait a little longer. This was her news, her announcement and even though it did evolve Marshall, it was her journey.

-

Y/N pushed open the heavy door to the studio, the familiar hum of equipment and faint smell of coffee welcomed her. She made her way down the narrow hallway, her footsteps echoing softly against the soundproof walls. Today was just another day of work, but something about it felt different.

As she approached the vocal booth, she could hear a rapid-fire stream of words and beats emanating from inside. Curious, she peeked through the small window and saw Marshall, completely engrossed in his performance. He was freestyling – no notebook in front of him – his words flowing effortlessly in a torrent of rhythm and emotion. She had never seen him like this before – so raw and so powerful.

Marshall’s eyes closed, his hands gesturing wildly as he rapped. His face was a picture of concentration and passion, every line delivered with precision and intensity. He was in his element, and it was mesmerising to watch. Y/N found herself captivated, unable to look away.

She slipped into the control room, where Paul was adjusting levels on the mixing console. He glanced up and gave her a nod, motioning for her to join him. Y/N quietly took a seat beside Paul, her eyes never leaving Marshall.

“He’s been at it for hours,” Paul whispered, a hint of admiration in his words. “Just gets in the zone and goes. Listen…”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with pride and awe. She had always known Marshall was talented…she grew up on him but seeing him like this – completely lost in his craft – was something else entirely. It was as if he was revealing a part of himself that few got to see.

The song built to its climax, Marshall’s voice rising and falling with the beat. Y/N felt chills run down her spine as he delivered the final verses with ferocity. That left her breathless. When he finally stopped, there was a moment of silence, the room still vibrating with the energy of his performance.

Marshall opened his eyes and looked around, his gaze landing on Y/N. A slow smile spread across his face, and he gave her a nod of acknowledgement. Y/N felt a rush of warmth, her cheeks flushing as she smiled back.

Paul pressed a button on the console, speaking into the microphone that fed into the booth. “That was incredible, man. Take a break, you’ve earned it. Your girl is here.”

Marshall nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow as he stepped out of the booth. Y/N stood up, meeting him halfway. He looked different – alive, vibrant, almost glowing with the afterglow of his performance.

“That was amazing. What is it called?” she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine admiration.          

“Thanks, doll,” he replied, his smile widening. “Um,” he took a moment and looked at Paul, “Rap God.”

Y/N reached out and touched his arm, her eyes locked onto his. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

Marshall chuckled, his hand covering hers for a moment. “So are you,” he whispered, voice low and sincere. “How was your day? Did you meet with Hailie?”

“I did. We talked…I told her about Columbia as it just came out…”

“You haven’t accepted so I don’t understand-“

“I did. I put money down this morning. It is happening.”

Marshall’s face fell and he slowly nodded. “Right, Columbia is happening. You’re moving to New York City?”

“I am, but-“

“So, you told Hailie that you accepted before me? My own daughter…she isn’t your daughter. You're not her step parent,” he stated. “Why would you tell her over me first? We are in a relationship. Two ways communication.”

Y/N felt a pang of guilt before she realises it is not her fault. She reached for his hand, but for the first time, he pulled away his eyes reflecting a hurt and emotion.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped. However, this is my story-“

“No, it’s our story.”

“Marshall,” she whispered, “I am going. A wise woman once said don’t let boyfriends get in the way of dreams. However, we are in a partnership. We are one. This may be our story, but this is my life. I will be moving, and I still welcome you in my life.”

He nodded and then looked at Paul, completely ignoring her. “How was the track?”

Paul gave him a thumbs up. “Best in a long time.”

“I know. That’s a good track. Let’s add it to the album,” Marshall said, sitting down and cracking a Red Bull. Y/N stood awkwardly corner before Marshall turned and patted his lap. “Sit.”

Y/N sat down on his lap. She glanced in his eyes for any sign of warmth she usually found there, but his expression remained guarded. She felt a known tightening in her stomach, realising how deeply her news had affected him.

He had to get over it.

Marshall turned to Paul. “Paul, we need to talk about something else. I’m going to Y/N’s art show in a week. I’m her date. My daughters will be there too.”

Paul raised a brow, intrigued. “An art show? That is not your usual scene, man.”

Marshall nodded; his tone more business-like. “Yeah, it’s important to her. I want to be there for her, and support her. But we need to control the publicity and media. Last thing we need is a circus and chaos.”

Paul leaned back in his chair, considering all of this. “Alright, we can handle that. I’ll coordinate with security and make sure everything is discreet. We don’t want distractions. However, are you ready to go public?”

“Yes,” Y/N said.

“No,” Marshall responded.

They looked at each other and both were hurt in the eyes.

Paul took Marshall’s words. “Then don’t be her date. Just come with your daughters separately and then talk to Y/N about her art. No touching or being affectionate.”

Y/N’s heart panged a little and she looked at Marshall who nodded. Y/N was hurt but she understood.

“Keep it low-key,” Paul said, “Both of you and the whole thing will be low-key.”

Y/N felt like a child being told off by her parent. She felt scolded…in trouble and that their relationship was wrong. However, she kept her silence. It was her show and she wanted to be there with her boyfriend whom she loves.

Marshall turned to look at Y/N. “Thanks, Paul. Y/N, we will talk about Columbia later. Right now, let’s focus on this art show and making it perfect for you,” he said pressing a kiss to her cheek.

He tapped on Y/N’s thighs, and she got up and sat somewhere else as he walked back into the booth. Y/N pulled her computer out and began working on an essay.

-

Y/N stood in front of Marshall in his bedroom. Five outfits were laid out next to him as he sat on the bed. She was trying her third out of the eight. This one was a skirt with a vest, but Marshall shook his head.

They were figuring out what to wear to the art show. The show was in three hours and Marshall sat there.

“It’s too geeky,” he said.

Y/N rolled her eyes and picked up another outfit. A babydoll pink dress. She stripped and tried it on.

“Too sexy,” he smirked. “Like it goes to your mid-thighs. I can see your ass when you bend over. I like the colour though.”

Y/N tried on all eight outfits and Marshall had comment on every single one of them. Nothing was perfect and she was losing her mind. Y/N sat on the bed, naked in her bra and underwear. “I don’t know. I need an outfit. Like I need something good. I need something professional and elegant that screamed artist with a whole future in front of her.”

Marshall smirked standing up and walking to her closet.

“I am not wearing your clothes,” she said as she sat on the bed in despair.

“Well,” he began, “I saw this and I thought of you.”

Marshall pulled out black dress pants and a sleeveless blazer that buttoned up. Y/N instantly walked towards it. It was elegant, classy and professional.

“Marshall…”

“It’s Dior.”

“No,” she whispered in disbelief. Eyes focused on the material as her heart broke. “Dior?” He nodded. “No, you did not spend the money,” she whispered. “Dior? Dior-Dior?”

Y/N could not believe it as he handed it to her.

“It’s your first show. You deserve this. I will buy you every outfit for your next hundreds of shows as I believe you.”

Her heart was pumping with so much excitement as her fingers touched the fabric.

“I can pay-“

“Nope. Try it on.”

He handed her the outfit and instantly Y/N pulled it on and was speechless. It was perfect. It was everything was wanted and more. She stood in front of the wall length mirror. She just needed shoes.

“Shoes,” she whispered more to herself as she ran to her bag.

It cut just above the beginning of her breasts, her whole chest on display.

“Y/N. I thought this out.”

He handed her two more bags.

“Marshall,” she whispered, “no. No, no, no. no.”

“Yes. Now enjoy. Please.”

She found black with black Christian Louboutin’s in the bag in her shoe size and in the other, a bold choker chain.

The outfit was coming together, and Y/N pressed a million kisses to Marshall’s lips.

“You have to promise me I can fuck you in those shoes tonight, though?” he remarked.

“Deal.”

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her outfit and her heart melted. She was beautiful, she was grace, elegance and wisdom. She was art.

“My hair will go into a low bun with some eyeliner,” she rambled as she walked around. Then she stopped. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

He chuckled. “I got it covered, babe. I will wear some jeans-“        

“Jeans!”

“Business pants,” he corrected. “Wait I don’t own those.” Then he chuckled. “I will wear something like black cargo pants, black tee and my leather jacket. Maybe some red sneakers and a hat.”

She nodded. That is the closet she will get him to dress up and she accepted it. Y/N ran to the bathroom and did her hair and make-up.

Marshall dressed and came into the bathroom. “We will take separate cars, ok? You go first and I will meet you there,” he stated as he stood behind her leaning to kiss her cheek.

Y/N nodded. “And the girls?”

“With me.”

She agreed.

-

Y/N got out of the car, standing on the carpet as cameras flashed. She spotted Dr. James Beau ahead of her and she wandered up to him. Hand on his lower back as she leaned into him.

“Dr. Beau,” she whispered, and he turned. He was in an Armani suit with his curls and glasses perched on his nose.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. They turned to the cameras. Lights and flashes came as they posed. Y/N was gorgeous, she was beautiful and everything anyone dreamed of. “Are you excited?” he asked leaning in.

“Sure am. This is a huge part of my life tonight.” His hand snaked around her back which earned her to arch it. He was her professor. “My boyfriend and his daughters will be here soon,” she announced.

His hand dropped. “Boyfriend?” he questioned, confused.

“Yeah, my boyfriend. He is arriving separately. I love him a lot,” she mused.

Dr. Beau nodded, a smile fading as they went in.

Guests mingled, admiring the vibrant collection of diverse forms on display. Y/N stood near her artwork with Dr. Beau by her, dressed elegantly with a mixture of pride and nervousness flickering in her eyes. Her work, a series of mix media pieces, captured the beauty and uniqueness of human bodies, each telling its own story.

Marshall arrived with Alaina and Hailie – Stevie chose they were too young for this event. Light flickered and cameras flashed as the Eminem arrived to an art show…unspoken of. They all wanted to support Y/N.

Champagne and finger foods were on trays as waiters rushed around with it. It’s crazy to believe that less than a year ago Y/N was catering but now she was at her own event. She could not believe it. Marshall glanced around the gallery, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at seeing Y/N’s work showcased so beautifully. However, his eyes frequently darted to find the familiar face. He felt a pang of unease when he spotted a man holding Y/N.

Who the fuck was he?

Dr. Beau’s arm was wrapped around Y/N’s waist as they posed for pictures in front of her art. He leaned in a little too close to Marshall’s liking, whispering, “Y/N, this is truly remarkable. Your work is stunning,” he praised, voice smooth and genuine.

“Thank you, Dr. Beau. I couldn’t have done it without your guidance,” Y/N replied, eyes shining bright as she held his forearm, squeezing it.

“Who is that all over Y/N?” Hailie asked leaning into her dad.

“I don’t know, but I am going to find out.”

“She looks so beautiful,” Alaina said.

Marshall clenched his jaw as he watched the interaction. He made his way through the crowd, remaining composed. He got to Y/N and instantly grabbed her hand, pulling her into him. “Hey, doll,” he greeted, pressing a kiss to her cheek and slipping an arm around her waist possessively. “Everything looks amazing.”

Y/N looked up to her boyfriend’s eyes wanting him to lean down and kiss her. However, Paul’s words echoed lowkey. She melted into Marshall’s arms turning to look at her professor.

“Dr. James Beau, this is my boyfriend, Marshall Mathers.”

Dr. Beau turned to face Marshall, a glimmer of recognition crossing his features. “Marshall Mathers?” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and awe. “Like The Eminem?”

Marshall smirked, his demeanour shifting slightly as he tightened his grip around Y/N. “Guilty as charged,” he replied casually, his tone tinged with amusement.

Y/N glanced between the two men, sensing the subtle tension in the air. She squeezed Marshall’s hand gently urging him to remain calm. This was not the first time someone had recognised him unexpectedly, but it always added a layer of complexity to any situation.

“I’m a huge fan,” Dr. Beau admitted, his professional demeanour momentarily faltering. “Your music has been…transformative, eye-opening and inspiring. I grew up with you.”

“Thanks,” Marshall replied with a nod, his gaze never leaving Dr. Beau’s. Despite the compliment his stance remained protective around Y/N, a silence declaration of his presence.

Y/N interjected, attempting to ease the moment. “Dr. Beau, Marshall’s been incredibly supportive of my art. He’s here tonight to celebrate with me,” she said, smiling warmly at Marshall.

Dr. Beau nodded, though his gaze lingered on Marshall with newfound interest. “Of course,” he replied, regaining his composure. “Congratulations, Y/N. Your talent is undeniable. Michelangelo would be in awe.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said graciously, feeling Marshall’s hand relax slightly against her.

As the conversation continued, Marshall’s maintained a polite demeanour, though his protective stance softened as Dr. Beau and Y/N discussed her artwork. Deep down, he could not shake the feeling of being scrutinized, not just as a boyfriend but as Marshall Mathers, the public figure. Yet, seeing Y/N’s happiness and pride in her achievements gave him a sense of grounding amidst the whirlwind of attention.

Marshall wandered off to get a Red Bull and Hailie and Alaina came up giving hugs and complimenting her artwork. Y/N had a few proseccos and talked mindlessly to them. Moments later, Dr. Beau came and leaned closer to Y/N, his expression earnest as he continued discussing her artwork.

Marshall across the way saw this…the way he touched her back, but Y/N pulled away and sent a sincere smile. She took his hand and placed it by his side. Good girl… However, he could not help but clench his jaw and observe their interaction, a flicker of insecurity surfacing despite his attempts to remain composed. His protective instincts heightened, especially when he noticed Dr. Beau’s lingering touch on her lower back…so close to her ass.

Y/N, who was oblivious to Marshall’s internal struggle, smiled warmly at Dr. Beau’s compliments. “Thank you so much, Dr. Beau. Your guidance has been invaluable.”

Marshall came back, clearing his throat subtly before he took Y/N’s forearm, pulling her to his side and wrapping his arm around her possessively. “Y/N, can I steal you for a moment?” he interjected, his voice laced with a hint of tension.

Y/N turned to Marshall, noting the subtle change in his demeanour. She nodded, sensing his unease, and followed him to a corner away from people and Dr. Beau.

As they moved, Marshall lowered his voice, his gaze intense as he spoke directly to Y/N. “Do you mind if I have a word with you?”

“Sure,” Y/N replied softly, concern flickering in her eyes as she recognised the tension in Marshall’s voice.

Marshall stood in the corner, taking a deep breath, struggling to articulate his feelings. “Y/N, I…I…just don’t like the way he was getting close to you,” he admitted reluctantly, his words coming out rushed. “I know he is your professor and mentor…but.”

Y/N reached up, placing a comforting hand on Marshall’s chest. “Marshall, he’s just being supportive. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Marshall nodded; his expression conflicted. “I know, I just…can’t help feeling protective, especially when he’s like all over you.”

Y/N gently cupped Marshall’s face in her hands, her touch calming. “Hey,” she murmured softly, meeting his gaze reassurance. “I am with you. Nothing else matters. Ok?”

Marshall exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing slightly under Y/N’s touch. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “I just needed to say it.”

Y/N leaned in, pressing a kiss to Marshall’s kiss, her gesture conveying understanding and affection. “I know,” she whispered against his lips, “thank you for being honest with me.”

They joined back to the crowd. Hailie and Alaina made their way over, their faces lighting up as they saw Y/N.

“Y/N, everything looks incredible!” Hailie exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

“Absolutely,” Alaina agreed. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Y/N beamed at the sisters, grateful for their support. “Thank you both so much. It means a lot to have you here.”

Marshall stayed close, his hand resting on Y/N’s back as she began explaining her art to the girls and Marshall, a small group of attendees that had gathered around her.

“This series,” Y/N started, motioning to a set of vibrant mixed-media pieces, “is about the beauty and complexity of human bodies. Each piece tells a unique story through the layers and textures.”

Hailie leaned in, studying the artwork with genuine interest. “I love how each piece has so much depth. It’s like you can see the different emotions and experiences.”

Y/N nodded, smiling warmly. “Exactly. I wanted to capture the essence of individuality and the various experiences that shape us.”

As Y/N spoke, more people gathered around, intrigued by her explanations. Marshall remained by her side, his presence a steady reassurance. He watched with a mixture of pride and protectiveness as Y/N engaged with the crowd, her passion for her art shining through.

One attendee, a middle-aged woman with an air of sophistication, raised her hand slightly to get Y/N’s attention. “Your work is truly remarkable. Could you explain this piece more?”

She pointed to a striking piece featuring bold, abstract figures intertwined in dance of colours.

“Of course,” Y/N replied, her eyes lightening up. “This piece is inspired by the concept of connection. It’s about how our relationships and interactions with others can be both beautiful and complex. The colours represent the emotions we experience, and the abstract forms symbolize the fluid nature of human connections.”

The woman nodded, clearly impressed. “It’s fascinating. You’ve managed to convey such a profound message through your art. I want to buy it.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What?”

“How much? I am a collector in New York City. I have a gallery. I want to buy your work.”

Marshall looked at Y/N who went wide-eyed. “It’s not for sale,” he stated.

“What? How come?” she asked. “It is beautiful.”

“Because I bought it,” he said.

Y/N looked between them and shook her head. “No, he is wrong. He bought a different piece,” she said. “How much would you like it for?”

“Fifteen grand”

Y/N swallowed and nodded her head. “Yes, of course. I can do that. Do you want anything else?”

The woman with a grey pixie cut pointed to one of two bodies. “That one.” It was bold with colour mixed with charcoal. “How about thirty for both?” Y/N said.

“Do you take a cheque?”

“Yes,” Y/N said.

She put her hand out, “I am Geneva Williams. Art Gallery owner and collector. Do you have a card?”

Y/N was bewildered. In astonishment. This was happening…

“Y/N Y/L/N and no I don’t have a card as I am new. I will make some, but I can give you my number. I am actually moving to New York City in August. I am a master’s student at Columbia.” Her eyes widened as she shook her hand. Smiling at Geneva.

“That’s amazing. I will grab your contact and we can stay in contact as I love your piece. Now tell me,” she began to walk to one, “what is this one?”

“Euphoria,” Y/N announced, “is about the orgasm of two partners. It’s the concept of connection. How a relationship interacts with others can be both beautiful and complex. The colours represent the emotions we experience, and the abstract forms symbolise the fluid nature of human connections.”

Geneva nodded, clearly impressed. “It’s fascinating. You���ve managed to convey such a profound message through your art. I want it. Three for forty grand.”

Y/N nodded, and Marshall watched however he was faced with the future in front of her. She was an artist and this was her art. She was priceless.

“Deal. Cheque is great.”

“I will pick them up at the end of the night.”

All Y/N could do was nod.

Dr. Beau came up and hugged Y/N. “You just sold three pieces for forty grand?” he exclaimed.

Y/N was speechless, looking at her boyfriend who had his hands in his pockets. He had no emotion on his face.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Congratulations, dear,” Dr. Beau said pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Y/N smiled and looked at her boyfriend who look unimpressed. What was his problem? He kicked the floor as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the side of her cheek.

Y/N pulled away. “What’s your problem?”

“We will talk about this later.”

Great… She glared at him. What was his fucking problem? Why could he not be happy? She just sold pieces that she made for forty grand…Y/N was forty grand richer…She could buy an apartment. She could pay for a bit of her degree. She was…rich.

Y/N took his arm and pulled him into the disabled bathroom and locked the door. She pinched her nose and looked at him. She had four glasses of champagne tonight; it could be the newfound confidence from that but as she stared at her boyfriend…she was angry.

“Spit it out. Now!” she barked at him.

“It’s your night. Enjoy it,” he responded, dismissing her.

“Marshall,” she said with annoyance, “spit it now.”

He looked at her, seeing how serious she was and the anger that flowed through her.

“I feel like tonight is the cherry on top of the reminder I am losing you. You have a professor who is in love with you-“

“Nope. You have done this before and I won’t let you do it again. He is my mentor, my advisor, my director and most of all my part of my journey to success. He is out of the picture. What’s next?”

Marshall kicked the floor. “Selling your art.”

“Yeah, why the fuck did you say it was not for sale? Why the fuck would you interfere like that? This is an opportunity for me to forward myself!”

“She is in New York,” he said so casually, “she is a buyer in New York. You’re moving to New York, you will create more art and you will sell. She is taking you-“

“No,” she barked. “You do not get to steal the spotlight tonight, Mr. Mathers. Stick to fucking hip-hop and I will stick to art. You sell records, I sell art. Now shut the fuck up,” she spat with such a vicious tone. “Be happy for me that I am creating a name, a future, a reputation and a destiny for myself. I would do that for you, now do it for me or leave me because I cannot be with someone who thinks my limelight is going to shadow theirs. That my success will interfere with our happiness. Because I am moving away and I do not know what will happen to us but one thing for sure is I want this future and I don’t care if you’re in or not.”

Then she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Marshall stood there in stunned silence, the sound of Y/N’s angry footsteps echoing in his ears as she stormed out of the bathroom. His heart raced with a mixture of guilt, frustration and a sinking feeling of having pushed too far. He leaned back against the cold tiled wall, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process everything that just transpired.

Her words rang through his ears: “Be happy for me…I want this future and I don’t care if you’re in it or not.” It hit him hard. Marshall knew he had overstepped, letting his insecurities and fears cloud his judgement. He never meant to diminish her success or dampen her moment, but he realised now how his action might have come across that way.

After a few months of gathering his thoughts, Marshall left the bathroom, his expression conflicted and regretful. He scanned the crowded gallery, searching for Y/N. When he finally spotted her across the room, surrounded by admirers and patrons, his heart sank even further. She looked radiant, and animated as she discussed her art, her passion evident in every gesture.

Approaching cautiously, Marshall waited for a break in the conversation before stepping closer to Y/N. His voice was quiet yet earnest as he spoke. “I am sorry.”

She nodded.

“I messed up back there. I let my own doubts get in the way and I shouldn’t have done that. Your success tonight is incredible, and I should have supported you wholeheartedly.”

Y/N listened; her gaze steady but still tinged with hurt. “Marshall,” she said as she pulled him to the side away from her art, “I want you part of my life, but I need you to understand that my career, my art, is crucial to me. It’s not about overshadowing anyone; it’s about pursuing what I love and what makes me fulfilled. My future…I am twenty-one, you’re forty. You’re successful and I am just getting started.”

Marshall nodded; regret etched on his features. “I know and I promise I’ll do better. I want to be there for you, to support you through all of this, no matter what.”

Y/N sighed softly, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “I believe you,” she replied quietly. “But I need you to trust me too. Trust that I know what I’m doing, that I can handle myself.”

“Of course, I trust you,” he insisted. “I am just scared of the future.”

“The future is months away. Don’t ruin now out of fear.”

They stood there for a moment, silent but with a sense of understanding passing between them. The gallery buzzed around them, filled with chatter and admiration for Y/N’s art. Marshall took her hand gently, squeezing it.

“I am proud of you. You made forty grand.”

Y/N nodded. “I can afford real estate now.”

“Congrats,” he whispered, kissing her lips.

“Now let’s enjoy the rest of the night.”

-

The night was successful, and it was time to leave. Y/N finalised the transaction with Geneva who walked away with her paintings and Y/N got a cheque. Dr. Beau was so happy for Y/N’s success and Y/N agreed to letting him mentor her in NYC.

However, when the night came to end, it meant leaving the gallery.

As Y/N, Marshall, Alaina and Hailie exited the gallery, the air outside was crisp with the promise of a cool evening. The event had been successful, and Y/N was buzzing with excitement from the praise and sales of her artwork. Marshall walked beside her, grasping her hand with a mix of pride and relief evident in his expression.

The moment they stepped onto the sidewalk; the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Flashes of cameras erupted like bursts of lightening, blinding and disorienting. Y/N instinctively shielded her eyes, momentarily stunned by the onslaught of paparazzi.

Marshall’s protective instincts kicked in immediately. He stepped closer to Y/N, guiding her and his daughters behind him with a firm yet gentle hand. Alaina and Hailie huddled close, their faces a mix of surprise and apprehension at the sudden chaos.

“Fucking back the fuck up! Give us some space!” Marshall’s voice cut through the night, authoritative and commanding. His posture was tense, every muscle coiled as he stood like a shield between Y/N, the girls and the flashing cameras. “Fuck off. Leave us.”

The paparazzi, undeterred by his words, continued to shout questions and snap photos relentlessly.

“Who’s the mystery girl?”

“Are you dating?”

“Is Eminem back in the game?”

“Is Slim Shady back?”

“Got a girl, Slim?”

Y/N felt overwhelmed…lowkey, Paul said, and this is far from lowkey.

“Marshall, let’s just get into the car,” Y/N urged, her voice barely audible above the clamour. She reached for his hand, and he grabbed her waist.

Marshall nodded tersely, his gaze scanning the crowd to assess any potential threats or overly aggressive photographers. He kept his arm protectively around Y/N, guiding her through the chaotic sea of flashing lights and shouting voices.

Alaina and Hailie stayed close, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity as they navigated through the paparazzi with Marshall’s guidance. Y/N could feel Marshall’s tension radiating through his touch, a silent reassurance amidst the pandemonium.

Once they got their car, the driver held the door open as they hurried in. The interior was a welcome respite from the outside chaos.

Marshall let out a breath he had not realised he had been holding, his shoulders sagging slightly with relief. He glanced over at Y/N concern etched in his features then to his daughters. “Are you ok?” he asked, and all responded. “Let’s get home.”

-

After the chaotic scene with the paparazzi, Marshall’s home came in view as they pulled up. The welcome retreated warmed them as they bid the public eye and walked in. Y/N toed off her heels at the door, holding onto Marshall’s shoulder as they retreated in.

Alaina and Hailie would stay the night, staying in their childhood rooms. They bid goodnight and Y/N went to Marshall’s with him following. Once in, she closed the door and began to strip down.

“I am a fucking fool. A fucking insecure bastard,” he muttered as he passed her to the bathroom. Y/N rolled her head back and sighed.

“You were,” she muttered as she walked to the shower naked needing to take her makeup off and climb into bed. “You can’t let that happen again,” she explained.

Marshall gripped the sink. “Columbia haunts me. Dr. Beau haunts me with the way he touched you and knowing you’re going to NYC with him for him to mentor him when I know he wants your goddamn cunt,” he whispered then barked.

Y/N let out a loud breath as she got into the shower. “I do not want to fight because we are so good at fighting, and I just want to have a night where I feel special. I made forty grand, Marshall.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “He touched you the way I touch you.”

“That’s a lie. You make me scream. He doesn’t,” she said from the shower.

“But he could,” he whispered more to himself.

Y/N ignored him, washed her face and body and walked out. He stood there in his clothes while she was naked.

“Fuck you,” she barked, jabbing her finger in his chest. “You don’t trust me.”

“Two years I will be without you…at least two years.”

“God!” she screamed so loudly turning to him. “You cannot be happy for me! You are a selfish son of a bitch. Bastard of the highest order. Motherfucker!” she yelled.

“That’s a lot of names.”

“Let me live my goddamn life, Marshall! I am so young! I love you, but Columbia is in my future and every minute you remind me that I am leaving, shoving it down my throat and guilting me that I am this whore who will fuck some other man.”

“I did not call you a whore,” he whispered.

“You might well have. Because you think the minute, I am out of eyeshot I will fuck the first thing with a penis, but you know what maybe I might jump onto the next pussy.”

He was speechless and she stood naked across from him. “Give me two years to get this degree and then I will come back to Detroit, I promise. We can get married, we can be together, we can do whatever you want. I just need two years.”

Then he said something that pained her. “I will never marry again.”

Silence.

“I am going back to my apartment,” she stated grabbing her clothes off the floor and he followed. “You cannot have any happiness for me. You cannot trust me. You cannot promise forever-“

“Understand my trauma, Y/N. Kim ruined me. She destroyed me. She recked me. She tore down every piece of me. I am shocked I am in love with you. That I let someone back in my life. That I love someone else. That I allowed myself to be vulnerable. I am shocked I have you. She slandered me. I slandered her. Everything was public and I will never live down anything to do with Kim. I am fucked up. Get that through your brain.”

It was the first time in a long time or even ever that he mentioned Kim. However, as he spat those words she understood. Y/N stayed in silence before she nodded.

“I understand. Goodnight, Marshall. I love you.”

That was all she said before she went to bed.

-

Hope you enjoyed!

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Much love,

Ava <3

[faghubby]

secrets out

My name is Paul (48) I been married to a wonderful woman Mary Beth (44) for twenty years. We have two wonderful daughters 19 and 17. We both have good jobs. Live in a nice neighborhood. The average person would believe we where the typical American dream family.

Well we are, well except Beth is very much in charge. Early in our relationship Beth saw me for what I was. A beta male. She natured this I learned to embrace Beth being in control. The first time she spanked me after I had embarrassed her in front of her friends by making a stupid joke. She grew creative in punishments. Often making me wear panties so I would remember she was in charge. Or clean the house. These soon turned into everyday events. Wearing panties 24/7 and housework, cooking, laundry all became my sole responsibilities. When our daughters where born I took time off of work to care for them. Beth had always been in charge in the bedroom. She had taught me exactly how to please her. But after our oldest was born I found it difficult to forfil her needs.

Beth immediately started to seek out men who could. I of course didn't argue. She just told me she had needs. She was discreet. She included me by telling me how these men pleased her. It didn't take long for her to convince me to orally please her after they had fucked her. Then again one night when she had let one cum inside her. Feeding me my first cream pie.

As I always did I excepted my new duty of lickimg her clean after her lovers where done. Even with all this she allowed me to pretend in public that although I was attentive I was her husband and an equal partner.

That changed when she made partner of her law firm.

" I am going to need you to retire. And focus on me full time" Beth told me. The morning after as I got out of the shower. I kept myself fit for her but she didn't want me to be some muscle bound jerk. Just lean and fit. Beth ran her hand across my chest.

"I don't want you pretending to be a manly either" Beth said rubbing her hands thru my chest hair with a frown.

"Beth I take care of you" I said softly. I had never raised my voice to her.

"All this hair gone, from the nose down" she said in her tone when it was not open for discussion. She then placed a pink velvet bag on the counter.

"Then you will put this on" she told me. I knew it was a chastity cage. We had played with one a few times over the years. Then she just turned and left. I found that Beth had already sent in my resignation using my phone. As I folooked her wearing just my robe.

"Beth can we talk about this?" I asked as I helped her put on her coat.

"Tonight if you are shaved and locked when I get home we can talk" Beth replied and kissed me as I handed her her lunch.

I went back to the bathroom and googled hair removal. I found hair removal cream in Beth's cabinet along with her razors. I spent the next two hours making sure I got every hair knowing Beth would expect perfection. I waited to lock on the cage. Instead cleaning up and prepping dinner. At lunch I got a text from Beth.

/wear sexy panties for me / is all it said. She was usually home by 530 so I went and put on the cage about 430. Both the girls where home.

/ will be late my new assistant has a big cock/

Beth called when she was on her way so dinner would be hot

" Paulie, this looks delicious" Beth said her hand slid under my shirt to feel my smooth stomach. She just smiled. As I served her and the girls. After dinner I cleaned up as usual only when my chores where done did I seek Beth out.i found her sitting on our bed.

"Beth, do you have time?" I asked. She put down her phone. I closed the door. She looked at me like she had no idea what I wanted to discuss

"About the cage" I started

"Is it too big? I can find you a smaller one" she told me.

"No it fits fine" I responded. " it's just that I thought we where past locking me up" I said with my head down.

"Look at me" Beth said I lifted my head and looked straight into her eyes.

"Now tell me you aren't excited" Beth said

"Well its" I started then fell silent.

"I would like you to learn to be more femine" Beth told me.

"I don't understand" I stuttered

"Yes you do" Beth said getting annoyed. I again fell silent.

"I am not asking you to become a woman. I am saying no more playing man" Beth told me. She pulled a pink box with a bow on it from under the bed. She held it out to me. I stepped forward and took it.

"Thank you" I said

"Well open it" Beth smiled patting the bed.i sat next to her and unwrapped it. Inside was pink satin pajamas.

"Try them on" Beth told me excited.

"Beth" I whined but her face told me not to argue. I stood and stripped. Beth watched.

"You look so cute with no ugly hair" she told me. I wore a pink thong as well. Beth smiled when she saw it as well. I put on the pajamas the pants fit tight the top was a spaghetti strap that plunged low to shoe off cleavage if I had any. Then a light matching robe to wear over it.

"Come here" Beth motioned me back to bed, she pulled back the covers to reveal she was naked from the waist down. She pushed my head between her thighs. After I had made her cum she cuddled with me. Making me take the small spoon spot.

"Do you remember when we went on vacation to Puerto Rico?" Beth asked as she rubbed my satin covered ass. I knew what she was talking about a few years ago she had pegged me with a strapon every night of the vacation.

"Yes" I wimpered softly.

"I know you do" Beth giggled my dick trobbing as it tried to grow in the tight cage.

"In the bathroom I left you another present, I like you to go try it and come back in here" Beth told me. I got up. I found a jeweled butt plug and a bottle of lube. I frowned but lubed it up and worked it into my ass. Beth sometimes made me wear a plug as punishment. I came back to bed. The plug was a little bigger then what I was used to. I crawled back into bed. Beth immediately pushed against the plug.

"I like you to let your hair grow. And I will help you soften your features" Beth explained. No reason to pretend since you no longer have to work" Beth explained.

"Beth you said you didn't want me to be a woman" I reminded her

"That's right, I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about you being a man either" Beth told me. I slept with the plug in my ass and kept it in as I made her breakfast in bed.

"In my my car you will find several big bags of clothes. I removed alot of your old things. You can figure out your new wardrobe." I got up and retrieved the bags. I went thru them s Beth watched. I realized they where very gender neutral but mostly woman's clothes. Such as shirts that buttoned backwards or slacks with no pockets. There where also several sets of ladies pajamas. Along with tons of lingerie including bras and stockings.

Over the next few weeks Beth helped me figure out my new style. She added shoes and hand bags. Since I had no pockets. Every night she made me wear a plug she increased the size several times.

One night I was getting dressed for bed when Beth approached me with a big black strapon sticking out from her jeans. I didn't fight it as she bent me over the bathroom sink and fucked me with long hard strokes.

"Now that I know you have fully excepted your role. I think we can stop pretending you where ever a male. And throw the keys away" Beth told me as I moaned as she pounded my ass. Tears flowed from my eyes as the fear of never being unlocked hit me. Beth continued to fuck me with long hard strokes.

Now I wasn't male, nor was I female. I was just a beta. Beth taught me to be submissive to everyone. At first she pushed. She had me suck my friends cock. Or orally please one of her friends after a bad day. But it wasn't just sex. I found myself wanting to serve people. Often kneeling to remove visitors to our home shoes. First time I tried to do this to my father in law he freaked. BUT soon would tell to rub his feet as he sat in the recliner. I sucked my mother in laws feet once after Beth told her how much she loved it. It turned my mother in law on so much she took her husband to the bedroom. Beth often allowed our friends to use me however they wished. My old best friend would invite me over to clean his apartment as he played video games.

Beth gave me free range to run the house how ever i wished, but also encouraged me to except how i felt. If I felt girlie to wear a dress. If I felt manly to dress more manly. Even though my manly clothes weren't really manly. And I always wore panties although sometimes it was a sexy thong while other days pink boy shorts.

Our daughter's stopped calling me Dad. It just didn't fit. Instead I was just Paulie. And although I treated them like princess waiting on them hand and foot. They excepted me and often asked my advice on outfits or boys.

Beth even took vacations without me choosing to take a man with her. I was a sexless sissy. When we remodeled the house she even had them make me a small adjoining room so she could have me close but also privacy if she wished. I had no desire to sleep with a man. But did find myself attracted to their form as well as women. I know I will never be unlocked ever again. And I don't feel I want to be it feels li,e a distant memory.

[sqtorux]

first angst drabble!! i cannot write angst without tryna cryy :(

okk here it goes HELP srry this took while say i had go school to catch up works i miss when sick

imagine nanami sending you texts every time when he goes out for mission it start with "hey how are you?" and at night he give you heads up "mhm comin home late." it's always was a routine, one mission was going be his very last he text you sweet messages how he Forgot kiss the kids good Moring since he went early but he promise to you when he comes back he give them a sweetest night kiss, you guys texted back and fought before he had to go, he sent you a message d before he had to go, you were to focus on the Kids you didn't see it pop up, minutes went hours you were so worried you texted your husband wondering where he is, you saw a text that you missed "if anything happens, I love you." you reply back "promise?" why reply to someone who not on earth anymore?

WHHE2321MNEWD

(this was a diff idea i wanted when everyone was using reader and when she finds a boyfriend, Gojo he just like the same and uses her too tell me if u want this drabble to i thought it was bit mean!!)

-🐱 anon

honestly could go a little something like-

the day starts with the lovely morning text from your husband as usual, smiling to yourself at the endearment he called you and the apology saying he forgot to kiss your lovely daughter before he left. he'd make up for it when he arrive though, you had no doubt.

checking your phone right after you wake up to read your husband's text was your daily routine even before kento became your husband. it just didn't feel like your morning was complete without doing so.

this particular morning however, you find yourself crying for a reason you can't find yourself to pinpoint.

you: i think my period is coming, im getting emotional for no reason. come kiss me better when you arrive!

✓ 6.54 am

you set your phone down and take a moment to bask in the small rays of light falling from your windows into your room and sigh, wiping your tears away. you could really use morning kiss right now.

"mama!" your daughter scurried over to your bed and threw her tiny body over yours earning a giggle from both your mouths. you place a chaste kiss on her forehead and a second one, for kento. it was a charming moment until your daughter's smile disappeared.

"mama are you crying again?" you find your hands rubbing away the tears that happened to run down your cheeks. what is up with that?

"momma's fine, baby. how about we surprise papa with his lunch today? he forgot to give you your morning kiss hm?" you tuck her hair behind her ears, her own eyes slowly turning teary.

"you're doing it again" she pulls away from your hold, a frown now found itself on her adorable face.

"doing what baby?"

"talking like ... like papa is still here. i don't like it."

that's when it hit you. her papa, your husband wasn't here anymore. you knew it, you do but somehow it does not make sense. how could nanami be dead when you've just received your morning text like you always used to when he was here?

you scrambled among your sheets desperately searching for your phone to prove to yourself, more than anyone, that nanami was alive and well. of course he has to be.

however you were only met with disappointment and that nauseating feeling of jumping off somewhere high when you opened your chats to his number.

you: i think my period is coming, im getting emotional for no reason. come kiss me better when you arrive!

[message not sent. this number is no longer in use.]

! 6.54 am

ah. it wasn't for no reason that you were emotional first thing in the morning. it was your body mourning for the love of your life that your mind forced itself to forget about his death.

omg this concept of reader imagining/hallucinating beloved used to be one of my favourite tropes!! pls the way my world paused when i read your drabble because i knew it was angst but i didn't know it was about THIS topic crying crying

also im so glad to know you're better now, enough to go to school hehe i hope the workload isn't too heavy to catch up on <3

[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - chapter six | i wish you would come back

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 1.8k

summary: ben's in ibiza with his friends, and he can't stop thinking about you...he just needs a little help figuring out why

A/N: long time no see! it's been a crazy few weeks - i moved, then i got sick, then work got super busy - so i'm sorry i haven't had time to update! i'm going on a little holiday this weekend so i wanted to get this out before i did 🩵 i hope you enjoy the switch up to ben's pov ;) xx

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Ben should be feeling like he’s on top of the world. He’s staying at a luxury villa in Ibiza with his best mates, coming off a big win and a goal for his country. He’s young, healthy, and successful. He should be enjoying life at the moment.

Instead, he just feels like shit.

He’s felt like shit from the moment you walked away from him at Wembley, declaring the end of your fake relationship. It felt like a knife to the gut when you left him standing there, unaware of what he did wrong, wanting so badly to chase after you but knowing he shouldn’t. 

He sat through an entire, agonizingly long dinner full of people celebrating and congratulating him on the goal, and all he wanted was to pull out his phone and call you to make sure you were okay. 

The next morning, Mason, Harvey, Tom and Woody practically dragged him to the airport and onto the private plane they’d booked weeks ago. It’s a rare week off for both Ben and Mason, so they wanted to make the most of it. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

In the past, a boys week in Ibiza was his idea of paradise. It meant days spent poolside catching up with the lads and relaxing before returning to his busy schedule. And the nights were usually dedicated to going to some swanky club and leaving with a hot girl.

This time, it’s been three days of their five-day holiday, and Ben hasn’t left the villa once. He’s been sulking in his bedroom half the time, and generally bringing down the mood even when he tries to force himself to have fun with the boys. 

He’s sent you a few texts to no response, and he would’ve been genuinely concerned for your safety if it weren’t for the fact that he could still see your Instagram stories - specifically one of you out drinking with some coworkers, including a good-looking guy apparently named Matt, who Ben may or may not have stalked on social media. The bastard - who Ben’s never met - may only have three photos, none of which are particularly offensive, but Ben knows for a fact he doesn’t deserve you.

The morning of the fourth day, he comes out of his room around ten looking for something to eat for breakfast, which he’s slept through every other morning so far, and is instead served with what can only be described as an intervention. 

All the guys are sat around the table, drinking coffee and staring him down as he trudges out in just his boxers - perks of a lads trip - still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“You need to tell us what happened with you and Y/N,” Tom says firmly as soon as Ben sits down at the table and pours himself a cup of coffee.

He just groans and takes a long sip before answering. It’s way too early for this.

“I already told you, I kissed her in front of the cameras, then she got weird and ran off,” Ben repeats the exact same brief recap he gave them on the flight here. “I followed her out and she said she couldn’t pretend to date me anymore and that she needed space.”

“Yeah, we know that part,” Harvey says. “And I get that you’re disappointed she’s bailing on the PR thing-“

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Ben interrupts, a bit dramatically clanking his mug down on the table. “Look, I’m sorry I’m bringing down the holiday vibe, but my best friend isn’t returning my calls and I’m worried about her.”

Although most of the people at this table could make a case for being Ben’s best friend, and under better circumstances would probably joke offense at his statement, there’s nothing but silence. They all know what you mean to Ben, the place that you occupy in his life and in his heart. It’s…different.

“She’s fine, mate,” Mason says softly after a minute. He’s always the calm, level-headed one in these situations, and although Ben is typically grateful for his presence, he feels white hot rage within himself right now. 

“You talked to her?”

“She texted me back yesterday and said she’s alright and she’s just taking a beat,” Mason responds, speaking carefully as if he’s afraid of saying too much. “Look, I know you feel shitty because you and Y/N got into a fight and she’s not talking to you. But have you thought about why she might have ended this thing?”

Ben runs a hand over his face. “I told you, Mase, I have no bloody idea-“

“Just think about it, Ben,” Tom chimes in. “She agreed to be your fake girlfriend, basically giving up any chance of having her own dating life during that time. Then she gets upset and bails right after you kissed her for show, in front of a bunch of people?”

Ben’s chest tightens as he realizes what his friends are implying, but he immediately shakes his head. It’s ridiculous. There’s no way you, his best friend, have feelings for him.

“No,” he says simply. “That’s not…she doesn’t…she would’ve said something.”

“Why would she?” Harvey asks, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not like you’ve told her.”

Everyone goes silent again as all eyes fall on Ben, who just nearly choked on his coffee as he processed Harvey’s words. 

“What are you-I’m not-“

“Mate, I say this because I care about you,” Harvey continues. “You need to get your head out of your arse and just admit that you’re in love with her already.”

Of course he loves you. His best friend since the age of six, his rock, his favourite person on the planet. He’s loved you since before he knew what love was.

Except he can’t be in love with you, because that kind of love ends. He’s seen it end, when his parents got divorced and when his friends have had devastating breakups. He’s seen people fall in love and fall out just as quickly. And that can’t be you and him. He can’t lose you.

“Harvey, it’s not like that,” Ben says quietly. “She’s…Y/N. She’s my best friend.”

“Yeah, but she’s always been more than that, hasn’t she?” Mason says. “I mean, the bond between you guys, it’s not like what you have with any of us, right?”

“Well, no, but-“

“When I first met you I thought you were already dating her,” Nathan admits. “I told Mase I’d never seen a guy so whipped and when he told me you weren’t together, I was shocked.”

“And you’ve hated all of her boyfriends,” Tom adds. “Even the nice ones.”

“They’ve all been dickheads,” Ben replies, though he knows that’s not entirely true.

“You two have always been more than friends,” Mason continues. “I love you, bro, but she literally took weeks off work to take care of you after you did your ACL. She moved in with you and drove you to every physio appointment until you were on your feet again. And then last year when you realized you were gonna be out for the World Cup and you felt like shit, she was the only person you would talk to. I think that’s when I knew for sure how you felt about her.”

Ben still remembers that night like it was yesterday - he was in the treatment room at Stamford Bridge, icing his leg, already knowing tomorrow’s scans would confirm what he felt the moment he landed wrong, and he was so upset about missing Qatar that he barely spoke when the coach and some of his teammates came to see him. And then he heard your voice in the hall, grilling the medical team to ensure he was receiving proper care, and he smiled for the first time since he limped off the pitch that night. 

You ran in, pushing past Mason to wrap Ben up in a tight hug and tell him everything would be okay, and despite how terrible things were at the moment, he felt so at peace in your arms.

“Mason’s right,” Tom says sincerely. “And it’s probably why none of these girls you hook up with feel right. You’ve already got your heart somewhere else.”

Ben feels his head spinning as he replays every meaningless one night stand he’s had, how something had always been missing.

He thinks about how it feels when he sees you in the stands at the Bridge, especially when you’re wearing his kit, and the way just seeing you gives him the confidence to be a better player. 

And, more importantly, how you make him a better person - how he’s constantly in awe of your career and how you help people, how it inspires him to try to do more to make the world a better place. How you’ve turned down expensive Christmas and birthday gifts from him every year and directed him to a charity worth donating to instead. 

He thinks about how you’ve stood by his side all these years, even when he was a cocky kid coming up in the Premier League and when he’s been a bit of a dick, you’ve always kept him from straying too far from himself. Through all the injuries, through every win and loss, you’ve been there. 

He thinks about how you literally agreed to this ridiculous, elaborate PR scheme just because he asked you to, sacrificing your own free time and privacy to help him out. 

Finally, he thinks about how right it’s felt pretending to be your boyfriend. It’s been almost second nature holding your hand and telling people how wonderful you are. It felt as easy as breathing to kiss you, and though he knows he shouldn’t have done it in a room full of people, he can’t bring himself to regret it. Kissing you was pretty much the best moment of his life, which means seeing you walk away from him on the verge of tears minutes later was probably the worst. 

But while he’s been beating himself up this entire holiday over the fact that he kissed you and the fact that he dragged you into this fake relationship, he now realizes that wasn’t his mistake.

The issue is that he should have done it a long time ago, and it should’ve been for real. 

“Shit,” Ben mutters under his breath. “I’m in love with Y/N.”

“Finally, he admits it!” Harvey grins, patting Ben on the back firmly. 

The rest of the boys grin and chime in with their agreement, but Ben is already rising from the table and pulling up flights on his phone.

“Where you going, mate?” Mason asks with a smug grin on his face.

“Home, I don’t want to wait until tomorrow,” Ben says with a nervous smile. “Wish me luck, boys.”

As he begins to jog back to his bedroom so he can quickly pack and get to the airport in time for the next flight, he hears Harvey call out from the kitchen.

“Don’t forget trousers!”

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a/n: and off he goes!! sorry for the slight cliffhanger but i hope you guys liked this one, as you can imagine i'm very excited to share the next (and last, except for the epilogue) part and am already working on it!! let me know what you thought of ben's pov and any predictions for the ending! tag list: @captainwans​ @amandaaa1025 @bbygrlllllll @ncentic​@lunamelona @kathb59 @cinderellawithashoe @batmansb1tch @myheartgoesvroom @chillymountsjess @babygirlbenji @delicateearthquakellama @joyfullyswimmingface @xxenia14 @chaotic-taco-collector-blog @chilwellspulisic @maraudersmap123 @evelinapurmale @freekoalakryptonite (let me know if you would like to be added or if i missed you!)

[paddockbunny]

One

Summary: Aria Armund is hired by Alpine as an "image guardian" for a reluctant Pierre Gasly - AKA she is hired to be his "babysitter". What happens as the season progresses and both of them have their buttons pressed by the other? And what happens when one of them suggests making a rather interesting bet? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Aria Armund (OC) Word Count : 4,418 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, misogynistic Pierre, language, mention of sex & blowjobs, descriptions of women's bodies etc. 💞Authors Note : This is going to be written from a first person narrative and will switch from Aria's POV and Pierre's POV. No idea how long this will be but I'm considering posting every race day (not sure yet due to work commitments, as usual). OH, and if you want to be added to a tag list then please comment on the newest chapter's before I make a dedicated page for it!!

Pierre

I let out a long, laboured sigh as I slide into the car. I really didn’t want to be doing this. I would much rather have been still in bed with Jessica - or was it Jenna or maybe Jennie, fuck maybe it was Julie? It began with a J in any case. And anyway, who fucking cares?! All that mattered was I had to peel myself away from her this morning to get to the factory on time for this dumb as fuck meeting. A groan escaped me as I suddenly remembered how fucking phenomenal Jessica (Jenna, Jennie or Julie) was at giving head and how I would much rather be getting sucked off right now rather than go to this boring meeting where some big wigs will talk AT me not TO me for a few hours and waste my day.

Ben opens the door on the other side of the car and gets in. He slides into the back next to me and I can’t help but glance over at him as as he checks his watch and tuts about the fact we’re going to be late. I let him stew instead of answering him. There’s no point. Last year I realised pretty quickly he was one of those types of guys. The ones that were so regimented and anal about doing things right and on time that even a minute behind schedule and he would be having an internal meltdown. I just let him do what he wants without input from me. So I pull my phone from my jeans pocket and smirk to myself when I see a DM from a Jocelyn Silva pop up - JOCELYN! Her name was Jocelyn! - so I click on it and it’s a photo. She’s lying in the bed I had just left her in throwing the camera some “come hither eyes” with a tiny little pout dancing across her full (filler injected) lips. But I only fleetingly glance at her face, it’s lower that I pay more attention too and the fact the bedsheet barely covered her exquisite boobs and the deep sun kissed glow from her tanned skin. I’m sure she said she was a model or trying to be a model and really, it wasn’t a stretch to imagine her in a bikini or lingerie in front of a camera. I swallow instinctively upon remembering what she tasted like last night before actually reading the text that went along with her provocative pic.

Jocelyn_S_Silva: 💋 last night was fun Papi, let’s do it again sometime?xxx

Was it too soon to ask if she would be down for tonight? That picture she sent was enough to give me blue balls for the rest of the day. I clear my throat so I don’t laugh aloud at how ridiculous I sounded. No pussy was that good to go chasing after so quickly. So I sent a stock response back;

PierreGasly: until we do…give me something to remember you by?🍑

And click off my phone to stare out of the window hoping I could stay in control of the blood rushing down toward my dick. It was raining (again) in England. The country looked so dull and grey in comparison to some of the other places we visited with the travelling circus that was F1 but they wanted me here, in Enstone for a meeting ahead of flying out for testing next week. Ben’s ear had already been significantly chewed off about that. I was supposed to be at the PSG match tonight, had a date lined up and everything - Aletta Dekker, sister of Lars Dekker the Dutch tennis player. We’d gone out a few times, fucked a lot, but I actually got on well with her. We could chat without feeling the need for it to go anywhere. It was just some fun with no strings attached. I didn’t have the balls to let her down over the phone so chickened out and text her saying I needed a rain check. The irony now as the rain hammered down on the car as we drove down a monotonous English motorway was not lost on me.

It took close to two hours to get to the factory. I never stayed near it simply because there was fucking nothing there so we’d come up from London to the factory and go back when the day was over. It wasn’t like all those years at AT where you could at least be in the beautiful Italian countryside and take in the stunning landscapes out the window, not fields and copious amounts of cows and sheep. When we finally pulled in front of the building where all the offices and important rooms with important people in them were, Ben finally asked if I knew what this was all about. Seriously, he didn’t even question this random meeting until the moment he stepped out of the car and I couldn’t help but shake my head at him. I liked Ben, he had become a good friend over the course of last year. It’s hard not to grow close to someone you see pretty much every day and does everything with you.

“No idea.” I told him as he rounded the back of the car as I shut the car door. “Hope I’m getting a raise for dealing with all that shit last year though.” Ben laughed at my words, which weren’t intended as a joke but must have sounded like one. As two of the guys from Alpine came out from the building to greet us, apologise for the bad weather and issue us inside my phone buzzed in my pocket and I wondered if that was the photo I had asked that Jocelyn girl for earlier. Took her time didn’t she? I made sure I didn’t scoff and tried to stay professional as we walked through the building while the guys I had met a million times before talked about the weather and asked me if it was better in Paris - clearly not clocking the tan I was sporting to realise I had certainly not spent my winter break in Paris.

“We’re just in here, Pierre.” The shorter, more rotund one of the two opened the door and held it open for me. I’d been in here before. It was where I had that big meeting with the big bosses after the incident in Singapore but the less said about that the better. I recognised everyone in the room. Otmar and the like were all sitting around the oval table and got up immediately to welcome me. But my eyes were firmly trained on the mass of long brown curls and feminine shoulders that were still sat at the table facing away from me. This was a new addition. There hadn’t usually been a woman at these meetings before. I glance around and confirmed no one had been fired and I hadn’t found out. So maybe she was just a new PR girl or one of the girls that worked in the offices at the factory. Otmar suggested I take a seat and so I did. The mystery girls head turned slightly, enough that I could make out some of her features. Cute straight nose, naturally full lips and high as hell cheekbones. She had to have only been around 23 or 24 perhaps? But maybe I was wrong and she only just looked younger - I wasn’t the best at women’s ages and my I knew better than to presume I knew anything about the feminine being anyway - anyway, as Otmar started speaking I would be sure to find out exactly who this new addition was.

“As you know, at the end of last season I told you I would be discussing things with some of our bosses and whatnots at the end of year review we have. The big debrief meeting where all the heads of department get together and talk about the good things and the not so good things that happened and how we could look to improve in the future. Y’know, like our race debriefs at the end of a race day….” Yeah Otmar, I know, I’m not fucking stupid get to to point. I pull my leg up and rest my ankle upon my opposite knee while I sit back in the chair and nod in the right places. “Well, one of the things that kept coming up was the tension between yourself and Esteban and the incidents that arose last year.” He means him running me off the track at two separate races, trying to break test me anytime I was behind him, me bashing him in front of the cameras any chance I got but it was probably, the public near fight caught by cameras in Singapore when I tried to get my own back by flirting with his girlfriend that was what he was really referring too.

“Pierre with your results last year there’s no doubt of your future within the team but the negative attention the pair of you have garnered has raised a lot of concern.” “Otmar I…” I was going to tell him it takes two to tango and if this conversation was happening with me it better be happening with Ocon too. He was as much to blame for last year as I was. But a hand made me pause while he continued. “However, after some deliberation on how to resolve the conflict and how we can possibly move in a more positive direction for all of us involved. We have decided to bring in an image guardian.” I look at him like he’s grown another head. What the fuck was an image guardian? And that was when I saw his hand flick over toward the girl that had momentarily occupied my mind before Otmar started talking.

This time, when I looked over at her, she was looking straight back at me with quite possibly a pair of the most striking blue eyes I had ever seen before. A soft, sincere smile spread across her lips as her hand rose from her lap in a “that’s me” gesture. Fuck, I couldn’t help but imaging those eyes staring up at me while she had her lips wrapped around my cock. Which involuntarily twitched in my jeans while I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t daydreaming. The words “image guardian” were still ringing in my ears so I most certainly in reality and not a twisted dreamland. “Sorry, what exactly is an image guardian?” I had truthfully never heard of the term and was one hundred percent certain they were making this up. “Well, we felt that the added pressure that the press and marketing teams had to face last year was rather, unfair to them. Their jobs turned into looking after or, perhaps that’s not the right words, making sure the both of you were looked after which meant some of those PR people weren’t as focused on their jobs as maybe they should have been.” I knew he was indirectly referring to Claudia without actually wanting to say her name but the less said about her the better. “So we created the role of an image guardian specifically to make sure your own PR game is onboard with ours. Someone who can liaise from your side with regards to meeting the needs of the team.”

Things took a minute to click in. He was bullshitting. This was a totally made up job so they could make someone my fucking nanny. “A babysitter?” I exclaimed loudly, my anger clearly evident in my voice and body language mimicking it. My foot fell back to the floor and I leaned in. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” I glance back over toward this girl whose name I didn’t even know (but who moments ago I had envisioned fucking) that was now labelled as my fucking au pair. “Pierre, it’s image guardian and we feel that you do.” Otmars voice changed tone. He was now not as breezy has he had been. He turned direct and much more commanding. “This is bullshit.” “Esteban has also been given an image guardian who will consult regularly with Miss Armund to ensure a more harmonious season this year. I can’t stress enough how this needs to work, Pierre. You know what can happen if it doesn’t.” I fucking knew. I had seen how people like Ricciardo and Mick Schumacher had been treated. Fuck! How I myself had been treated a few years ago at Red Bull. But a minder? Really? “And what is it she’ll do?” “I think Miss Armund is best to talk to you about that.”

“Hi…” She was nervous. She took a pause after simply saying hello. I was probably glaring at her like I wanted to set her on fire which might not have helped, but rage ran through my veins like boiling hot lava. “Firstly, I just want to introduce myself. I’m Aria Armund. I was born and raised in France till I was 10 and then moved here to England so if you want to talk to me in French you can, I’m bilingual.” There was a pause when she looked at me and I could tell she was waiting for me to say something polite (probably in French) but absolutely nothing came to mind that I wanted to say to her. She took a little breath in and it was usually while I was giving girls the come on when they got this nervous around me. I rolled my eyes and pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as the pause seemed to get longer. I observed her straightening up and let out a quick exhale. She seemed to be gathering herself and I clocked her little touch of the bracelet on her wrist as if it was somehow giving her the strength to keep going.

“So basically, what I’m here to do is to look after you. You’re not particularly incorrect in thinking I’m a “babysitter” as you called it. My sole purpose is to keep you out of trouble. To minimise any issues you may have with your team mate and prevent them from leaking into the media. I’ll also help make sure your image doesn’t suffer from all of your liaisons with various….friends, and you don’t end up on the gossip pages as you have done in previous years. I’ll make sure your reputation and that of Alpine isn’t damaged in any way, shape or form.” Where did her sudden directness come from? Her nerves seemed to evaporate immediately. It was confusing it happened at such breakneck speed. But how she managed to take control of herself and take charge was nothing shorter than a major turn on. She could take control of me anytime she wanted. “Ok?” She smiled and it was now on me.

I had nothing to say or at least nothing came to mind as those swimming pool blue eyes stared into mines like they were trying to read my mind. As she turned her head away and Otmar went to speak suddenly a question did pop into my head. “Who does Ocon have?” I asked the question in the direction of her turned head. When she looked away some of her glossy curled locks fell across her shoulder and drew my attention directly to her ample chest. She was a woman - very much a woman - and I had a horrible feeling that Alpine might have been trying to set me up for failure. What with everything that happened with Claudia. “Excuse me?” Otmar seemed confused. “Who is looking after Ocon? You said he had a babysitter too.” In those minutes my question went unanswered, I hoped it would click on someone’s brain about why I was asking and I wouldn’t actually have to fucking say it. “Uh….” Otmar sat back in his chair and narrowed his eyes at me in a fashion that told me he twigged and he realised the intonation behind my questioning. He didn’t expect me to react like this, did he? During the increasingly awkward pause I fully believed that he was imposing this girl on me as a way to trip me up so he could get rid of me at the end of the year. If Esteban got a guy babbysitter then there was my answer. He would be getting off with his dickhead behaviour last year. “Mr Ocon’s guardian is Kyle Gilby.” Aria spoke up and I let out a quick exhale of air. Why the fuck did this not surprise me? I knew it. I could sense it from the way Otmar was staring at me. Ocon gets someone he can talk to, level with and I get stuck with her? Typical. “Is there a problem Mr Gasly?” Fuck her calling me Mr Gasly. Girls only usually called me that in the bedroom, not a boardroom.

I pretend there isn’t but there is. The whole thing is totally fucked but what can I do? I don’t want thrown out my seat so I have to play ball. And if that means I have to have a babysitter then fine, I’ll do it. This whole thing was feeling like a massive, risky, fucked up game of temptation? I made an audible scoff because I know where this is going and I know she won’t last long meaning they’ll probably get their way. I can’t help the fact I was born a flirt and women always fell for it. I’d give it two or three months before they’ll be having conduct meetings with me after she breaks her fraternisation contract clause after firing her for sleeping with the person she’s there to manage. It’s happened before and it will happen again. After all, it’s their own fault for hiring someone that would look more at home in Playboy or Sports Illustrated than working in an F1 team. They seriously couldn’t have hired someone less, tempting? They couldn’t have given her to Ocon and at least pretend they weren’t setting me up for failure?

Thankfully the meeting was over rather quickly. There were orders to go with her somewhere so she could do something or other and go over stuff but by that point I was zoned out. I cancelled my plans for this? They could have just told me over the phone. I didn’t need to be here in person when it would have been a quick email. I try not to sigh when I lean forward in my chair to get up but notice her move first. When she rises from her seat I can’t help but cast my eyes over her body. A perfect rack was hidden behind a satin-y type blouse and her smart, tight trousers did little to stem my attention away from her perky, peachy rear practically begging to be spanked. I was right. Playboy or Sports Illustrated. She would look so pretty on her knees. Give it a few weeks, I tell myself. By Miami she’ll be begging for me. I can tell.

Fifteen minutes later we were sat in a smaller, more bland impersonal office while she tried to convince me to hand over my social media passwords. “Mr Gasly, I assure you that your accounts and information will be safe with me. I simply need access in order to keep on top of any potential Alpine related business.” She was getting me riled up at this point. “Last year I believe there were, incidents, over social media with some questionable comments?” She was referring to the emoji’s wasn’t she? The PR girls laughed about them last year but she said it with a straight face. “I simply need to be able to delete anything that would be unsavoury toward your own reputation and the team.” “Telling people my favourite sex position through an emoji is not damaging to my reputation or the team.” I retort back with a smooth laugh. I thought it would throw her but the silence and stoney face I was met with made me push it even further. I smirked before adding; “it’s the dog by the way.” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t recall the last time I wasn’t able to flirt and smooth talk a girl into at least raising a smile. But there was nothing from her. “It’s the dog because my favourite position is doggy…” “Yes, I gathered that Mr Gasly.” She hastily shut me up and I noticed her roll her eyes. Was she not into men? Maybe that’s why my forwardness wasn’t doing it for her.

“Please, your passwords.” I watched as slowly she placed her pen on top of a notepad and pushed it across the glass topped table toward me. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. They stayed trained on me as if she had gone through military training. Unflinching. I would have been complaining if they weren’t so fucking captivating. You could get lost in these eyes.

“Earn them.” I glanced over toward Ben and smirked again. It was a game at this point. I couldn’t help myself. “Excuse me?” “I said, earn them.” I didn’t even know where this was going or why it was coming out of my mouth. I just went with it. I liked how women would squirm a little when I turned it on and I desperately wanted to know she was eating out of the palm of my hand, so sue me. But if I expected her to crumble like all of the others she surprised me. She sat back in her chair and took a deep breath before exhaling. For a brief second I thought I won and I managed to rattle her but unfortunately for me, apparently not.

“Listen, looking after a twenty-seven year old self confessed playboy is not something I thought I would be doing when I got this job so if you think your flirting will have an effect on me and I will pull a Claudia, was it? Then you are very much mistaken.” It was I that was rumbled. And she had to mention last years indiscretion by name so she had clearly been told all about it - or had she read about it online and didn’t need anyone else’s judgment about it to pass her own judgment on to me? “Now…Mr Gasly, your passwords.” Touché. Fucking Touché.

I reached for the pen and notepad and noted how much I felt like a child. It was as if I had been sent to the Alpine School’s principle’s office for being naughty in class. As I wrote down the passwords for her highness, my phone buzzed again in my jeans pocket and it suddenly l dawned on me that she would see everything I received. She would see all of the DMs I was sent along with the mountains of nudes (such as those waiting on me from last nights hook-up) that various girls sent me, mostly without a single shred of prompting. I should probably have felt a little embarrassed or ashamed by them in all fairness but for some reason - probably because she was acting like a fake ball buster she actually was one - I wasn’t. Let her look. There’s probably a fair few suggestive ones of myself on there she could find too if she really wanted too. I cursed the route of thought my own mind suddenly drove me down as now I was imagining her sliding her hand down past the waistband of her tight trousers to get off on the risqué pics I had floating around in some conversations. But she didn’t seem like the type. Fortunately for me the passwords were enough to appease her, for now. She smiled - a fake one of course - and said that was all, I could leave before adding she would would see me at testing. She would be at testing? This girl was really going to be sticking to me like glue, wasn’t she?

Thankfully, this whole fiasco was clearly coming to an end and I glanced toward the door and was desperately trying to think of something smart to say and a way to get out of here. I didn’t want to hang around for any longer than I needed to and certainly not long enough for her to continue getting one over on me or getting a metaphorical upper hand again, but it looked like she had and there was nothing I could do. When I happened to look toward Ben I realised he was smirking and clearly holding back a laugh. He was married and so never really joined in (nor understood) with the flirting and flustering behaviour I was king at. Now, after I had lost the opening match against her, it was as if he could read my startled little mind and I certainly didn’t like that. I arose out if my seat opposite my new babysitter and stared at her for a moment. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever worked in F1 - or even just a sport - before because she didn’t act like how all the girls usually acted around guys in sport. She simply seemed unimpressed. Stoic almost. “Goodbye, Mr Gasly.” A normal girl would be turned on by saying that over and over again. By now imagining how it would feel to be bent over the glass desk and having me rail them into next week. But she used it formally, professionally and without a single shred of sarcasm. I just about managed to get to the door to the office when my phone buzzed loudly one more time and I paused to remove it from my pocket.

“I hope that isn’t something I am going to have to get involved in?” Her sweet, soft voice echoed from behind and my sudden laughter filled the room as my brain had come up with the most perfect of perfect responses. “Not unless you want to make it a threesome?” I didn’t hang around long enough for her to respond and mentally high fives myself for my quick retort. She lead herself into it and my brain couldn’t catch up to my mouth. She may have been hired to be my babysitter, but that didn’t mean I had to make it easy for her.

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[5:48 pm]

(part 2 to this)

(cw: very brief and vague conversation of mental health, alcohol use mentioned)

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Today was the first day Mark hadn't called or texted you since you broke up a month ago. He left voicemails, sent texts, and direct messages, even when you removed him from social media and had one of your mutual friends ask him to stop contacting you. At first it was the typical messages that he would send when he actually had time for you, good morning, have an awesome day, today I totally aced my biology exam! Then the messages turned to almost completely illegible messages on nights when he drank or message after message of apologies and begging you to forgive him. You never answered the messages or listened to any voicemails.

More than anything it hurt you how much effort he decided to put toward a relationship that was now done compared to the end of your relationship.

Today was the first day you were going out and feeling weightless, no sadness from the breakup- you felt good. Maybe that was because the semester was over and you were going home or because you didn't have any notifications from Mark, you didn't know and you really didn't care.

You were busy unpacking your bags, when you heard a knock on your bedroom door, "You have a visitor, hun."

You were confused as you made your way to the front door, you hadn't made any plans with your friends for today. Did you get the date wrong?

You were completely wrong, it was Mark. Luckily, he couldn't see you turn away from the door and head back to your room. Well, almost go to your room, you bumped into your mom, "You should talk to him, honey."

"I'm not ready to," you shook your head.

"Then maybe just hear him out, get some closure. I don't like seeing you sad," she suggested with a small smile.

You huffed, with a childish stomp of you foot. There was no telling this lady no. You pulled the door open and stepped outside, avoiding all contact with Mark who was staring at you with a stupid, surprised look on his face.

"I uh- wasn't sure if you'd be coming home. You never answered any of my texts or calls," he mumbled.

"Yeah and I didn't read or listen to anything you sent either, did you need something? I can have my mom drop off the stuff that might be here later," you replied.

"No I uh, I brought you these," he held out a bouquet of flowers, your favorites. You hated how your heart skipped a beat.

"Thanks," you answered briefly.

"I wanted also apologize, for uh, the well, you know."

You had to hold back your scoff, "Yeah Mark, every time I saw you sent me anything I was reminded of you dumping me for your frat bros."

"I didn't dump you..."

You huffed, taking a seat on the bench your parents have had on the porch since before you could remember. The bench where you told Mark about your crush at 15 and where you both shared your first kiss on your 16th birthday. How times had changed. "What would you call it then, Mark?"

He chuckled breathily, "It's weird hearing you call me Mark."

"Yeah, well would you call you ex baby or babe?"

"I don't have any other exes." He answered quietly.

The air was tense between the two of you. He sat at the opposite end of the bench, staring out at the street. "I'm really sorry, I promised you when we were 18 that I would never hurt you, and I broke your heart. I guess I broke my own heart too, I never wanted to hurt you the way I did.”

You laughed sarcastically, “What was the response you expected Mark? You pulled away from me for weeks and then show up telling me some other people I’ve never met are telling you to break up with me and you followed through! You have a mind of your own and you can make your own decisions, but you still listened to them!”

“Baby, I wasn’t thinking- ”

“Don’t- Mark,” you interrupted.

“I’m sorry. I really do mean it, I never wanted to hurt you but I did. I miss you, I miss hearing your laugh, seeing you everyday, talking to you everyday, and I miss being around you. Not even as your boyfriend but as your friend. I can never make up for the hurt I caused you, but I want to try again- if you’ll let me- of course.”

“I can’t do that Mark, you’re not the person I knew. You’re so different now, you have new priorities and I don’t want to go through being pushed aside again, even as friends.”

You could hear him clear his throat, “I don’t want to go back the old us, we’ve both grown and matured and we can do better than teenage us. If this was me before I wouldn’t have made any changes and continuously begged for you to take me back, but I want to better for you. I uh, I left the frat. You’re right, I don’t need a bunch of guys only a few years older than me telling me what to do. On top of that, my brother hated me calling them my brothers,” you laughed at that, “I also found someone on campus to help me deal with my stress. I know you said you could have helped me, but that shouldn't be your responsibility or really anybody's but my own."

"Good for you Mark, I'm proud of you," you nodded, you did mean it. You knew how hard it was for Mark to be away from home, away from his family, it wasn't easy for him to just do the work and not get the grades he was used to. It was a huge change for him.

"So while I'm not the person I want to be for you, I don't like me without you. I'd really like if you could give me another chance as your friend, and maybe one day when we're both ready we can give us another shot. If you want to of course."

"I can't forgive you and take you back like nothing happened, Mark. I don't even know if I still trust you," You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"I'll do everything I can to rebuild that trust. We'll take it slow, baby steps. If I mess up even one time, I'll leave and stay away from you forever," Mark ended softly.

"Being away from you for just a month has been awful, I'm giving you one more chance Mark, because I don't think my heart can handle you stomping all over it again," you lightly joked.

Mark hesitantly put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close, he pressed his lips to the crown of your head, "I wouldn't ever dream of it."

Things were going to be just fine.