#fucking love literally everything he says to Paris
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At the same time that fascistic propaganda across Europe upheld Hector as a perfect, noble soldier and Achilles as an insubordinate villain, the English verb "hector" (as in "he hectored me until I agreed to come in to work this weekend") came into use to mean harass, bully, badger.
While one source suggested this is because of how Hector urged his troops to keep fighting in the Iliad, with the meaning eventually getting warped over time, another claims that "rowdy street toughs" in 17th century London called themselves "Hectors," envisioning themselves as mighty, young warriors. Everyone else, obviously, saw them as annoying, violent assholes. And thus, while Hector's reputation continued to exceed what was represented in the surviving texts regarding the Trojan War, his name came to mean far worse than his behavior warranted.
#once again woke up with a thought#I am having a lot of trouble finding an actual source on this street gang thing#everyone is citing the same place#which is a fucking dictionary#which cites nothing#so like idk man#hector of troy#etymology#the iliad#on the other hand#hector coming to mean bullying your no good brother#would have been so fine by me#fucking love literally everything he says to Paris#actually found the source#and the book sounds so interesting#Hooligans by Pearson (1983)#a history of youth gangs in London I believe#might actually get it the writing looks fun
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ok next time i talk about jaubrey as if it's a real thing that's out there with multiple acts and is about to start wrapping up it's final arc when i haven't even started to write tiffany yet and also only know what half it's characters look like, take me out back and shoot me like a lame horse, that being said, nonzero chance that (at least) years after jaubrey is over and done with i'll make a jehanne spinoff
#was adding to my notes on her bc i reconfigured a few things to make more logical sense and fall apart less easily and i realized#that she does kinda end up slotting herself into the 'main villain' role. which makes me sad bc she's my specialest favoritest girlboss#and i thought raejin was most likely to end up with that role but no matter his actions he can't bc. fundamentally. all his actions will#be looked through with rose colored glasses bc one of the protagonists is in love w him (and another is his close family)#and he wasn't around to participate in the great 'screwing-each-other-over' olympics in the 1810s arc#while jehanne was. and even though she was like. the least bad of the 'bad people doing bad people things'#(i'm just SAYING that at the very end erik literally murdered jack. livia and mariana left without him. takehira did too but he lied about#it and everything. kyusong sat back and made popcorn. and jehanne was the only one to offer jack any chance of survival even if he#didn't take it. hubris is a hell of a drug)#and jehanne isn't in the second or most of the third act bc it'd fuck over the entire modern-day plot to reintroduce her too early#so ig that'd probably allow some mental distance to grow between her and the reader#even though she's like. not worse than oh idk erik and her actions between the 1st and 2nd acts are caused by the exact same#blend of trauma. grief. guilt and paranoia. he's a protagonist while she's just a really prominent side character who's off in new orleans#or paris for the vast majority of the story despite her significance#romeo.txt
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SNOOZE — oscar piastri
summary. in which, everyone finally meets oscar’s girlfriend—who happens to be a ballerina. (part two)
genre. smau
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yourusername are you happy to be in paris ?
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yourbestfriend 🥖 oui 🥖
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oscarpiastri No, come home
yourusername YOU come home you know damn well i was not born to live w spiders babe
oscarpiastri Rude
yourusername that’s not rude ?????
oscarpiastri It is ! The spiders miss you too by the way
yourusername tell them to fuck off 😍
oscarpiastri Extra rude
user why do i imagine oscar speaking w an expensive british accent
landonorris BC HE DOES
oscarpiastri Fake news
user wait what is she doing in paris ???????? isn’t she supposed to be w her bf rn ?
user she’s performing the Romeo and Juliet ballet this week-end at the Paris theatre
yourbestfriend im literally gonna stay glued to my tv until you make an apparition
user ON TV ????????
landonorris if nobody receives news from oscar this weekend its probably bc he’s preparing himself to see his gf on tv
oscarpiastri Can you stop exposing me ?
landonorris no
user her dance school has posted the rehearsals of the ballet and i recognise that she is an outstanding dancer !!!!!!!
user the rehearsals were so good 🙏���🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 they are all so talented
charlesleclerc Did you just eat croissants without me ?
yourusername bc i was supposed to eat them w you 🤨
charlesleclerc Yes, that’s the rule of being a friend of mine
yourusername bro you have rules for your friends ???? wonder why you don’t have many
charlesleclerc Rude
oscarpiastri That was rude baby
yourusername you two stfu
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oscarpiastri So proud of you. You did so well, I cried. ❤️
yourusername STOP i need to hug you
yourusername thank you so much babe, you know i couldn’t do it if you weren’t there for me
oscarpiastri I love you
yourusername JAJD’ELLZ STOP i love you too 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
user GIRL THAT WAS FIRE
user i didn’t know you were THAT elastic !!!!!!!!!!!!!
user bro just say she danced good
user i bet oscar cried (bc i did)
landonorris hell yeah he cried (i did too)
yourusername AWWWW YOU CRIED
landonorris stfu you stole my mate
yourusername ?????? he was mine anyway 🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️
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yourbestfriend SO SO SO SO PROUD OF YOU YOU WERE PERFECT EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT
yourusername I LOVE YOUUUU
user i don’t think she’s that good but since she’s oscar’s gf everyone seems to change their mind 🤷♀️
user her talent have nothing to do w oscar ???????
landonorris being a hater doesn’t make you better bro
charlesleclerc You were so good, my maman almost cried (but me and my brothers did)
yourusername awwwwww thank you croissant 🤍
user that’s so refreshing to see that the school dances are finally putting black dancers forward
user THIS !!!!!!!!!
lancasteruniversity Proud of our little student ! 🩰
yourusername 💋💋💋💋💋
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oscarpiastri Girlfriend appreciation post because she deserves it. She is the best girlfriend in the world, the best dancer I know and the sweetest girl on the planet. I’m so proud of what you were, are and about to become. Praying that you’re staying with me forever. Love you 🤍
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user oscar out here spitting facts with that caption
yourusername JAKSKLZLQMAMKSZK
yourusername I TOLD YOU TO STOP IM ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID IF YOU DONT
oscarpiastri If the stupid thing is coming back home, I’m not stopping
yourusername i love you so much even words can’t show how much i care about you
yourusername i don’t like being cute for too long (and exposing my feelings on the internet) but i think if i put a ton of heart emojis you’ll understand
yourusername 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
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user CAN YOU 2 STOP BEING CUTE PEOPLE ARE NOT IN HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP OUT THERE
landonorris man is whipped
oscarpiastri Lando, we all know how you are with you-know-who
user WHO
landonorris nobody 🙅🏽🙅🏽🙅🏽🙅🏽🙅🏽🙅🏽
user oscar exposing lando is something i didn’t know i needed
landonorris weird af
alex_albon omg you two are so cute
alex_albon i ship 😘😘😘😘😘😘
landonorris bro are you dumb ?????
alex_albon Lmao sorry Lily took my phone
lilymhe don’t know what you’re talking about
lilymhe OMG OUR LITTLE OSCAR IS IN LOVE
landonorris WHY ARE YOU AND YOUR MAN SO LATE
lilymhe stop shouting at me you cunt
landonorris AYO WHAT
user LMAO WHY THE PADDOCK PEOPLE ONLY REALISE RN THAT OSCAR IS WHIPPED
user their dynamic is so cute
user like why are you being so cute for no fucking reason ?????????
user we need yourname to finally come home to oscar
oscarpiastri That’s what i’m fighting for 💔
yourusername stop you know damn well i wanna come home to you too
oscarpiastri Then come home ?
yourusername @lancasteruniversity
lancasteruniversity We have to talk a bit about this, but I think you deserve some vacation 😉
oscarpiastri FINALLY
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The Dancer [FA14 smau]
Fernando Alonoso x dancer!reader
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Summary: Few months after, everybody laughs when they remember the rumors about Fernando Alonso and Taylor Swift dating. Would they laugh though if they new it maybe wasn't so far from truth as it may seem? Well, one thing's for sure - Y/N and Fernando will laugh very much while soft launching their relationship... and confusing everyone with swiftie content thanks to her job.
Warnings: Maybe wrong dates and timeline of The Eras Tour, but whatever XD.
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fernandoalo_oficial I was taken by the view like we were in Paris... romance is not dead.
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user1 i dont think my brain can comprehend so many things all at once😨
user2 right? I'M IN SHOCK
user3 fr fernando wants to give us a heart attack😭
lilymhe I see what you did here...
alex_albon I indeed see what he did here too...😏
user4 guys tell us what he did pls I'm begging youuuu
user5 Alonso soft launching was not on my 2024 bingo card
user6 him soft launching with TAYLOR SWIFT wasn't on MY bingo card 😭
user7 How he's suddenly so hot in the first pic? Like damn sir okay🫢
user8 girlfriend effect is real y'all
georgerussell63 Mate you can't do that to me, I just woke up 😧
user8 lmfao princess georgie is as confused as we are xd
fernandoalo_oficial sorry mate, don't get wrinkles🤞
gerogerussell63 What even is that choice of emoji?
fernandoalo_oficial well, someone is original with an emoji and someone is original with a pose... choice is yours 😃
georgerussell63 Stop it's been almost a year 😭
user9 not them bullying each other💀
user10 Yeah the duo we didn't know we needed
user11 I saw the first picture and almost spat out my drink in shock of such a hot photo of Nando. Then I swiped and literally choked on it because the last think I'd ever expect from his photo dump is a soft lunch of some baddie girl🫣
user12 I am delusional for thinking Taylonso could still have a chance, aren't I?
user13 well i mean you basically answered it yourself so... yeah XD
user14 OMG WHAAAAAAT😱
user15 oh no Fernando is not single anymore💔
user16 I think I accidentally teleported into some alternative universe... what is thiiiis?
user17 REAL
user18 fuck me this man seriously used lyrics from paris by ts💀
user19 Idk why but I kinda like this new side of Fernando😻
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yourusername crazy performance, even crazier night out and the most crazy training the day after... I call that the life of a dancer😻🎉 also my head and heart did go vroom vroom after the second pic
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taylorswift I call that the eras tour life!💗
yourusername yes ma'am!
user1 damn she got our queen Taylor replying to her posts... how does it feel to live my dream?!😭
yourusername amazing! 🥰
user2 such a shame my mum didn't force me to try dancing when I was little... I could have been at podium next to Taylor Swift right now 😃
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user3 You are such a good dancer, the shows wouldn't be the same without you Y/N!
yourusername omg thank u sm I really appreciate that!!🥹
user4 sooo... are we gonna just ignore Fernando in the likes or what???
user5 THAT'S WHAT I CAME HERE TO SAY
user6 fr I need some crazy detective from twitter to figure this out😫
carmenmmundt Hey, could you give me and lilymhe vip tickets...?
yourusername I mean... everything can be done 😏 I'll just need to ask mother Taylor bc I just used my plus one at the last concert🫡
lilymhe OH MY GOD WE LOVE YOU Y/N
yourusername I love you girls as well, we have to finally meet sometimes!!!
carmenmmundt Yeah, I think we'll have chance at the end of February at the latest😉
user7 WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE
user8 Omg are they hinting Y/N at the Bahrain GP?? F1 season starts at the end of February right?!
goergerussell63 Well hello there, nice to meet you Y/N... given the fact my dear girlfriend doesn't care about me, could you give me and alex_albon vip tickets as well?😊
alex_albon Yeah Y/N we are very big fans😊
yourusername everything for the guys that go vroom vroom🫡
alex_albon Like your heart
yourusername exactly!
user9 I AM FREAKING OUT
user9 MY BRAIN HURTS FROM HOW MUCH IS GOING ON
user9 WAIT FUCK I THINK I GOT IT
user9 AAAHHH I FEEL LIKE SHERLOCK MF HOLMES
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yourusername preparing for the next season🤞
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user1 y/n is literally living my dream life rn
georgerussell63 Oh no... he infected you with that emoji, didn't he?
yourusername we'll never know... maybe I infected HIM with it
gourgerussell63 I think higher of you and your taste in emojis
yourusername aww thanks princess georgie how sweet🥰
georgerussell63 I take it back
user2 HELLO?! what is happening💀
dancer1 excuse me little miss y/n... is that a man i'm seeing?🤨
yourusername well... maybe
dancer2 Be fr she's trying to soft launch him for like a month now😭
dancer1 okay i'm calling you rn STAY WHERE YOU ARE
user3 Guys why's nobody talking about the paddock pass in the 5th picture!!!!
user4 omg that's a PADDOCK PASS?😱
user5 yeah it is I noticed it thanks to this comment
user6 Wait... does that mean her and Fernando have been together longer? Because she already went to a race before the winter break??
user5 idk girl we don't even know for sure she's really dating him😓
user6 idgaf about who's dating her bc even without bf y/n's sooo hot like damn... mommy🥵
user7 I'm so confused... is this Alonso's girl or not?
user8 trust me user7 - we'd all like to know that😭
user9 😍
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user1 replied to yourusername story: is that an f1 driver there y/n
dancer1 replied to yourusername story: Hope he'll not disappoint me in person when you talked about him sm 😒
yourusername ohhh trust me you'll love him just as I do🥰
dancer1 omg bleeeeh I hope not 🫣
user2 replied to yourusername story: your friends are so pretty😩
taylorswift replied to yourusername story: When you'll take him to get my approval??
yourusername soon taylor, soon... I'm just afraid it'll break the internet lol
taylorswift I think we're used to that already with Travis at this point😂
yourusername true😭
fernandoalo_official replied to yourusername story: 🔥
yourusername it's going to be okay, they'll love you 🫶
fernandoalo_oficial how did you know I was nervous amor?
yourusername I saw you literally shaking when you left to the bathroom love...😹
yourusername oh they're back come quickly!!💞
fernandoalo_oficial onmw
user3 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: IS THIS THE CONFIRMATION WE NEEDED?!
user4 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: I see what you're doing here old man 👀
user5 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: soft launch slowly turning into a hard launch and I'm here for it!!!!
dancer1 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: I guess you aren't that bad in person...
fernandoalo_oficial 😁
user6 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: screaming crying throwing up
taylorswift replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: You better treat my best dancer right Alonso!🤍
fernandoalo_oficial of course ma'am! 🫡
user7 replied to fernandoalo_oficial story: So cute!!😍
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fernandoalo_oficial All these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret... #swiftie
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yourusername I'd just like to make it clear to everybody that it's me who made him be swiftie... you're welcome💋
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user1 OMG THE LYRICS FROM PEACE BY TAYLOR
carmenmmundt Y/N is so pretty!😍
yourusername ohh carmen ilysm you're even prettier🥹
user2 No way Fernando just really har launched his gf😭
f1 We smell a new wag!
user4 LOL you're kinda late for that admin xd
user5 Congrats and wish you well world champ!💪
user6 can we talk about how gorgeous she is???
lilymhe double date when honey?
yourusername anytime babeee!!!
fernandoalo_oficial why do I have a feeling me and alex_albon will be third-wheeling on you two?🤨
alex_albon you'll eventually get used to third-wheeling your own girlfriend and her friends, trust me fernando...🤠
user7 This girl is like a goddess, I can't even blame him ❤️🔥
user8 mommy & daddy
georgerussell63 Finally! Congratulation on the hard launch mate👍
fernandoalo_oficial and look who's original with emojis now...😂
user9 from now on this is my fav couple
user10 mine to
user11 SHUT UP THE DELULU GIRLIES ON TWITTER WERE RIGHT
lance_stroll 💚💚
user12 nah I don't know what he see in her🙄
user13 Go away we don't want the jealous haters here 🥱
kellypiquet Welcome to the F1 family yourusername!🤍
yourusername thx!💞
user14 i call this couple goals
user15 I'M SO READY FOR BOYFRIEND MATERIAL ALONSO
user16 I can already feel he'll be so hot in his new era 😩
user17 lmao nando in his swiftie and stlutty era as someone on twitter said😹
yourusername swiftie and slutty era? i like the sound of it😏
user16 not y/n reading all the comments sipping over her bf 💀
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Author's Note: Hello everyone, hope you liked it! I'm not sure you should get used to me posting so often, but let's say that after Lance's social media au and the great feedback I had so much motivation... plus I'm sick, so I actually have the time to write and create XD. Anyway, I'll be glad for likes, comments, reblog and every other way of showing support! Have a great day and let me know how you liked Nando and swiftie dancer together!
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get him back!
mattheo riddle x reader
warnings : none
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
i met a guy last summer and i left him in the spring
"hey," you shielded your eyes with your hand from the sun, squinting at the figure in front of you.
"hey," you replied. you allowed your eyes to adjust, realising that a literal god of a man was standing in front of you.
"i'm mattheo," he brung his hand out in front of him for a hand shake.
"i'm y/n."
he argued with me about everything he had an ego and a tempter and a wandering eye
"you're such a dick! you were fully undressing her with your eyes!" you shouted at him, heated, absolutely enraged he was gaslighting you.
"staring at who?! you're making things up," mattheo ran his hand through his stupidly soft, brown hair.
"oh making things up?" you laughed at the stupidity that was coming out of his mouth, "i have eyes! i could see you checking her out as if i weren't right next to you!"
"yeah, whatever," he scoffed and walked away
he said he's six foot two
"and i'm like dude nice try," you giggled to pansy, gossiping about all the juicy drama to her.
"you love tall guys, he seems perfect," you blushed at her words, knowing she was right.
but he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends
"why do you have a ferret?" you questioned mattheo.
"it's just draco, i'm taking him back to snape to see if he can fix him," he chuckled and handed the white animal over to you.
"and how exactly did he get in this predicament?" you giggled as the little thing tried to bite
and he would take us out to parties and the night would ever end
another song, another club, another bar, another dance
you were pressed up against mattheo, grinding on him as the music deafened you. his hands were glued to your hips, gluing you to him.
"another drink?" he shouted in your ear.
"fuck yeah!" you shouted back, heading over to the bar to order another 10 shots.
and when he said something wrong he'd just fly me to france
"c'mon darlin, drivers here and he's taking us to my family's villa," you stepped off of the plane in paris, feeling like some sort of royalty.
"i can hardly speak french," you giggled, heading over to the personal driver who was parked, awaiting your arrival.
"i'll speak it for you, sweetheart," he winked, opening the car door for you.
so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed
you laid on your side, mascara smudged all under your eyes as you continued to stare off into space; your mind on one person, and one person only.
you rolled onto your back, staring at the still ceiling as you reminisced the times he held you in his arms, the way his soft lips felt against your lips - and everywhere else on your body.
til i remember every time he made a pass on my friend
your eyebrows furrowed, frustrating growing through your body when you remember the one time mattheo hit on astoria right in front of you.
"hey," you watched as his hand was placed on the arch of her back.
"hey mattheo," she smiled and you frowned.
"you look gorgeous tonight, mind if i get you a drink?" be was now dangerously close to her and you felt as if steam was coming out of your ears.
do i love him? do i hate him? i guess it's up and down
if i had to choose, i would say it right now i wanna get him back i wanna make him really jealous wanna make him feel bad oh, i wanna get him back
cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad
oh, i want sweet revenge and i want him again i want to get him back, back, back
so irerite bim all these letters and i throw
them in the trash
"dear mattheo,
i hate you, but i love you. and i hate you again. you're a piece of shit. i never want you to speak to me again but i don't want you to ever stop trying to reach out. you confuse me so much. i know we're bad for each other but you're the only one i want. cause i miss the the way you kiss, and the way you make me laugh."
yeah, i pour my little heart out but as i'm hittin' send
i picture all the faces on my disappointed friends
"you did what?!" pansy screeched in the middle of the hall.
"girl shut up! pineapple might hear! plus, i only wrote it in my notes. merlin, do you really think i'm stupid enough to hit send?" you scolded her.
"i wouldn't put it past you," she began walking again and you rolled your eyes, knowing she was right.
because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do
"he's not the type of guy you should be with, y/n,"
theo spoke to you, his thumb rubbing circles over your hands as you told him the things he did.
"he said i was the only girl but that just wasn't the truth," you felt your eyes water, theo giving you a pitiful look.
and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was trippin'
"you keep giving me mixed signals, mattheo," you were now beyond exhausted of the arguing.
"you're trippin'," he couldn't even look you in the eyes as he knew what you were saying was factual.
you titled your head, "you're a fucking cunt." you poked your index finger into his chest, pushing past him as you headed to class.
but i am my fathers daughter, so maybe i could fix him?
your fingers were tangled in his hair, calming him down as he had yet another argument with his father.
mattheo was laid on your stomach, his body between your legs, hands wrapped around your back.
"i just hate him so much," warm, salty tears fell from his face to your stomach.
"i know baby, i know. i'll do my best to help you."
i wanna get him back
i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad
oh, i wanna get him back
'cause then again, i really miss him, and it makes me real sad
oh, i want sweet revenge, and i want him again
i want to get him back
i want to get him back, back, back
i wanna key his car
"c'mon, hurry," you waved pansy over, the two of you disguised with all black, baggy outfits, and balaclavas as you hopped over the riddle's manor.
"which one is it?" pansy pulled out her endless assortment of keys.
"that one," you pointed over at the black mercedes.
"posh twat," pansy muttered and tossed you some keys.
"i wanna get him back," you smirked. you carefully went over to the parked car, trying to make as little noise as possible.
quickly you began to run the keys across any surface area of the sleek black car, ruining it as much as possible.
"this is for making me listen to y/n rant about you 24 fucking 7," pansy mumbled to herself.
i wanna make him lunch
"hey love," you gave mattheo a sweet kiss on the cheek as you handed over the bowl of pasta, his absolute favourite of yours.
"you truly have my heart," you fake smiled at his
comment.
i wanna break his beart
you straddled theo's lap, his large hands going under your skirt as he massaged away at your ass. his lips were hungry for yours, the kiss was rough but it was everything you wanted and needed.
you had thought because of the dark lighting, and crowds of people, that mattheo wouldn't see. but oh he did.
his heart shattered, dropping at the sight of you with his best friend. he downed the rest of his drink (aka straight whiskey) before heading over to the two of you, ready to fuck some shit up.
you moved your hips against theo's, grinding on his boner, his lips still eager for more of you. he knew it was bad - betraying his friend. but you wanted to get mattheo back, and theo was only there for some very 'moral', moral support.
you were ripped away from theo, landing on the foor with a thud, you looked up to see mattheo going ham at theo, punching him over and over as the fight broke out.
you stared in horror - enzo pulling you away from the horrific sight.
then be the one to stitch it up
"hey matty," you walked into mattheo's room. he was sat at his window ledge, head in his book which he was reading intently.
"what do you want?" he didn't even glance up at you.
"i'm sorry about last night," you made your way to him.
finally, mattheo looked up at you. his heart nearly bursted out of his chest seeing you in his hoodie - the one you always wore when you stayed over.
"baby," his voice was now softer, his eyes staring at you in adoration as the memories of the nights you spent together came back to him.
"i'm really sorry," you pouted your lips, knowing it was all so fake.
wanna kiss his face
you held mattheo close, his face rested on your chest. you leaned down, peppering kisses onto his face 'lovingly'.
you smiled down at him, "i love you."
"i love you too," you said, he put his face back in your chest. you looked up, the smile wiped immediately off of your face.
with an uppercut
wanna meet his mum
just to tell her her son sucks
"hi mrs riddle," you smiled at the older lady as she opened the door.
"hi, and who might you be?" you tried your hardest not to let the disappointment take over as you realised mattheo clearly had never talked about you at home.
"i'm y/n, and i'd love to tell you all about mattheo. i suppose he's clearly not mentioned me then?"
oh i wanna key his car
"what the fuck?!" mattheo yelled, his arms flailed up as he stared at his car, freshly bought and freshly keyed.
"what are you - oh," his father stepped out of the house, face dropping at the scene in front of them.
wanna make him lunch
mattheo was crouched over the toilet seat, uncontrollably puking over and over as draco rubbed his back.
"mate what the fuck is wrong with you?" draco was both disgusted yet trying not to laugh.
"y/n made me lunch. think she's poison-" he threw up, yet again into the toilet.
"suppose she's got to get you back somehow." mattheo shot draco a glare. "apologies," draco held up his hands in defence.
i wanna break his heart
"hey tom," you wandered into mattheo's older brothers room.
"what?" he turned around from his desk.
"oh nothing," you held your hands behind your back, innocently walking over to tom. "just wanted to see you, is all."
you sat on his lap, fixing his loose tie. tom's hand supported you on his lap, a slight firm grasp on your thigh too. you finished sorting his tie, your eyes flickering up to his eyes.
"have i ever told you how much hotter than mattheo you are?" tom smirked at your comment.
"my very own brother, hm?" his face was close to yours, millimetres away from each other.
you nodded, looking from his eyes down to his lips. "i do prefer older guys," you closed the space between you and tom.
as if on cue, mattheo walked in.
stitch it right back up
"mattheo, i don't know what got into him! he just pulled me onto his lap and you just walked in," you explained to mattheo.
"do you promise me?" he looked up at you, sadness in his eyes. you felt bad, but he felt nothing when you were depressed over him for months.
"promise, sweetie, you know i'd never," oh yes you absolutely would.
wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut
"oops!" you covered your mouth with your hand as you accidentally 'nudged' mattheo's arm as he was mid falling asleep in class, his face hitting off of the table.
"want me to kiss it better?" you asked him.
"please."
i wanna meet his mum, and tell her her son sucks
"oh he did not," his mum was appalled, hand covering her mouth as you told her about the year long situationship with her son.
"oh he did, and then, he had the audacity to be like "you're trippin',", ugh the cheek!" you took another sip of your tea.
"oh and don't get me started on the time he was flirting with my friend in front of me! but then he got upset cause i kissed one of his friends as payback."
i'll get him, i'll get him, i'll get him, i'll get him back
get him back
i'm gonna get him so good, he's not even gonna know what hit him
he's gonna love me and hate me at the same time
he didn't know wether to hate you or love you. but what he did know, was that he was undoubtedly obsessed with you.
"please, y/n, i'll do anything," he was on his knees in front of you, begging for your forgiveness.
you really wondered how he even had feelings towards you - you keyed his car, made him lunch that was poisoned, broke his heart by kissing his best friend and brother, told his mum all the shit he did and how he sucked.
but here he was, willing to give up anything and everything for you.
you had finally got him back.
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
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la petite mort
sex on fire chapter four
bonsoir my children. it's your cool slutty daddy, ceo!joel, back for round two of paris trip. please enjoy, i hope this one causes less confusion but just as much heart failure as last chapter.
love u guys long time. literally SO much. 💘✨💓
pairing: ceo!joel x fem!reader
summary: you spend your second day in paris being spoiled by joel, who buys you anything you set eyes on. you’ve a treat of your own in mind as a thank-you, later on
warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!) another fucking confusing flashback, age gap (reader is late 20s, joel late 40s), cursing, workplace relationship, imbalanced power dynamic, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, more obscene spending, sexy french speaking, sugardaddy!joel, BIG flirting, alcohol consumption, sexy lingerie, lapdance, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected piv sex, titty appreciation, assplay, double penetration, dom!joel, softdom!joel, ripping of expensive lingerie (rip), overstimulation, creampie, aftercare!joel, angst, themes of abandonment, fluff in the end i'm a romantic at heart
word count: 6.2k
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“All mine?” he asks, pushing inside. He’s going slow. He’s making you answer him first.
“Y-yeah,” you whine, head falling forward into the bedsheets. “All – yours.”
“Spoiled, ain’t I? Such a pretty little pussy all to myself. You sure you don’t wanna share with anyone?”
“No, daddy. Just – want – you.”
The late afternoon sun has dipped behind the clouds. The wind’s picked up, too. You’re standing on the terrace of your suite, elbows propped on the metal railing, watching the light slowly drain from the sky, and melt into tiny twinkling headlights on the roads below.
Paris stares straight back at you. Melancholy, in this light. A little faded, worn, a washed gray as she loses her fight with the slow-setting sun. Your eyes trace the skyline, jumping from buildings to streetlights, following birds in the distance as they loop and soar over the city. Free. Held down to nothing, and no one.
When you close your eyes, he’s on the couch beside you. Blue-eyed stare cloudy, eyes puffy and red with tears he’s doing everything to hold back. Calling you sweetheart, telling you we can work through this. He’s got your bare fingers in his, thumbs running across your knuckles, rubbing circles around the empty space on your third finger. You have an impulse to stand up and walk out. You think you might follow through with it.
You don’t even hear him come in, don’t hear him call your name. Only feel when his arm snakes around your waist and he turns you to face him. Your eyes flutter back open.
“Hey,” Joel says, leaning back to look you up and down. “Nice robe.”
His fingers toy with the belt, thumb running across the soft terrycloth.
“You smell like whiskey,” you mutter, hands resting on his chest. You take a deep breath, pushing the relief you feel now that he’s back, down to the pit of your stomach. And then you finally look him in the eye. “How was Jean-Marc?”
Joel shrugs. “Same as usual. Wants to meet you.”
“You mentioned me?”
He bypasses your question. “Said I’d check with you, but he wants to have us for breakfast tomorrow.”
You nod. “Sounds like a nice guy.”
Joel grumbles, his lips tighten, and he looks out over the view behind you. You tilt your head and his hands take yours, dropping them to your side. His eyes fall low, past the tie he was just messing with.
“You gettin’ ready to go?”
“I was about to, yeah,” you reply, breathing a laugh when he starts to kneel in front of you. “Joel.”
“Mhm?” he asks, but he’s not listening, is he? His hands run up your legs, starting at your knees, and push the edges of your robe apart the higher they go.
“We – gotta – Joel,” you sigh, head rolling back, hands gripping the railing.
Joel’s lips part on your inner thigh, his tongue runs along your skin, trailing northward. His hands precede, pushing under your robe now to cup your naked ass, when he lifts his chin and glances up.
“Nothin’ on under it, baby,” he whispers, tsking. “’m I gonna do with you?”
“We have–” you shudder when his fingers move between your legs, “–to go get ready.”
“So go.”
Fucker.
You lean back against the glass, eyes quickly scanning the hotel in front of you, searching the neighboring windows for any prying eyes, but in the slow-moving blanket of dusk, mixed with your will to care quickly depleting, you find none.
Your attention draws back to Joel, whose lips run dangerously close to your center.
“Open, baby,” he says, and you don’t think about it. Your body just does what he tells it to.
Your legs fall open, head lulls to one side, fingers move through his hair. His jaw lowers, breath gently tickling your soft skin, and then his lips cup around your mound.
You breathe a sigh of relief. Which quickly morphs into a moan, open-mouthed and broken, when Joel’s tongue sweeps over your clit.
“There,” you whisper, a little more serious than you intended, “do that – again.”
He obeys, wet tongue licking you again while his hands pull your thighs over his shoulders. Your weight shifts onto his body, back arching as he sucks on the sensitive bud.
Your hips roll, needing him a little more and a little further south. And he hears you, again. He takes a hand off of your leg, middle and ring fingers joining together to push up between your folds and inside you, dragging a whine from your lips.
“Yeah,” you moan, feeling yourself driving into his mouth and fucking yourself on his hand at the same time.
“Taste so sweet, pretty girl,” he mumbles, mouth preoccupied.
Your head falls back, body slung over the balcony, thighs spreading ever so slightly to have more of him on more of you. And then your head starts to dizzy, your body hums in pleasure, your cunt starts to throb.
But before it goes any further, he’s pulling away.
His lips leave first. Then he draws his hand from between you, sucks his fingers clean and stands. Is he fucking –
“– serious?” you ask, jolting back to life.
He smirks, tongue pushing around his cheeks. “Hurry up ‘n get ready. I wanna go down to the bar for a drink before the car comes.”
And then he’s turning on his heel, striding back inside.
“And what about me?”
“What about you?” he calls over his shoulder.
Your hands hit your thighs with a slap. “Fucking…sadist,” you hiss after him, following him into the warmly lit living room of your suite and down the hallway to the bedroom. Trying to ignore the ache between your legs which only grows worse the more you move.
“I’ll take good care of you later, angel.”
He sits back against the dresser at the foot of the bed, nods toward the black dress you’d laid out on the mattress an hour ago.
“Go on.”
“Go on what?”
“Show me the dress I paid three grand for on you, instead of it laying on the fuckin’ bed.”
You roll your eyes and storm by him, grabbing the black fabric, and lock yourself in the bathroom.
“’n don’t you think about finishin’ yourself!” Joel calls through the door.
“Fuck you!” you throw back, hearing his cocky laugh echo around the room.
You untie your robe in front of the mirror, letting it drop off of your shoulders into a pool of white cloth at your feet. Your eyes flit down your naked body – scanning from your shoulders over your breasts, around your tummy and down your thighs. You slip the black material over your head – a little stretch in it, just enough to mold around your body – and tug it down until it sits comfortably on your thighs.
The smooth skirt sits perfectly on your hips, curving around your ass and pulling in at your waist. You adjust the thin straps, fixing your breasts into place above a cut-out, just revealing enough. Backless, of course, straps crisscrossing over your skin.
It's skimpy, and it’s sexy, and it’s enough to make you look expensive as fuck and also make Joel want to rip it off of you the second you two make it back to the suite.
Enough to make him want to rip it off you before you’ve even left the suite, going by his reaction when you step out of the bathroom. He catches you in the mirror whilst he buttons his shirt, and turns, mouth falling open, eyes dancing all across your body.
You wordlessly sit, slip your feet into the heels you’d chosen, and fish the diamond-encrusted jewelry Joel had bought you from its box – pull the necklace around your neck, clip the earrings into place, and push the bracelets over your wrist. Then, you sling your jacket over your arm, and stand.
“I’m ready.”
“You…” His eyes scan down you again, settling on your chest for a couple seconds. “Yeah, baby. Give me five minutes.”
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The hotel bar reflects perfectly the intimidating grandeur of your suite, despite being a small room. It’s intimate, and pleasant, lit in a warm glow, and as you stroll in on Joel’s arm beneath a huge, ornate chandelier, you feel a smile pull across your lips. You’re not fucking sure why.
He leads you over to two heavy leather stools, pulling one out and waiting for you to hop up on it before he sits beside you. He orders two glasses of red wine, and the waiter craftily pours a small drop into one glass, setting it down in front of you and waiting for you to take a sip and approve before he pours the rest.
“Pétrus,” the waiter says, focusing intently on filling Joel’s glass. “Most expensive wine in France.”
You shoot Joel a look, but he’s already lifting his glass, glint in his eye. You hesitantly pick yours up and bump it into his, taking another sip.
“Good?” Joel asks, licking his lips.
You nod. “A little too good.”
He laughs. Then he nods at the waiter, who smiles, turns to you, and winks.
You smile back, a little embarrassed. “Merci beaucoup.”
As the waiter leaves you both, Joel turns, a look on his face you’ve never seen before. “Nice accent,” he says.
You scoff. “I hope it’s a nice accent, I studied it for six years.”
“Studied French?”
You nod.
“When?”
“High school, and then all through college.”
“How did I not know that about you?”
“It’s on my resume,” you say into your wine glass, “which I now know you didn’t read when you hired me.”
“Didn’t have to,” Joel replies. “I took one look at your pretty face ‘n decided you had the job.”
Him and his quick fucking wit. He almost catches you blushing, but you save it by shaking your head, and looking at the striped-wall room around you. There’s a framed picture of a horse on the wall behind Joel. Two men sit in animated conversation on the velvet couch below it, one of them clutching a wine that’s about to spill over.
When your eyes drift back to Joel, his are fixated elsewhere.
“Oh, be less obvious, Joel,” you mutter, corners of your mouth twitching.
“Can’t help it,” he finally draws his gaze from your chest, “they look so good. That dress is…” He shakes his head.
“You chose well.”
“Say somethin’ French to me.”
“Uh, no.”
“Uh, yeah. Tell me I chose well in French.”
“Tell me how the meeting went.”
Joel sits back, pushing air out of his cheeks. “Can’t do that.”
“Then no French.”
“Baby, c’mon. Just for me.”
You shake your head, pouting your lip. “Nope.”
Joel pleads a few more times, promises he’ll buy you more things, promises he’ll order more wine, even promises he’ll fuck you in the bathroom right now if you’ll just say one sentence in French to him.
You don’t relent.
Not until you’re a couple more wines deep, leaning into one another, your knees between his, pointing out other guests in the room and conjuring make-believe backstories for them.
“That one,” you say, hushed, shoulder brushing off of Joel’s, “in the corner, by the lamp. He’s waitin’ for a date, a Tinder date, who–”
Joel snorts. “A Tinder date?”
“–a Tinder date, who used photos of Cindy Crawford on her profile.”
Joel’s head tips back with laughter, his hand steadies himself on the bar. “If Cindy Crawford ends up walkin’ in here, you’re gonna be real sorry.”
You lean into his shirt, giggling into the cotton. When you lift your head, the two of you quietening again, you look into his eyes.
Blurry around the edges, a little too much wine in your system, you whisper: “Kiss me.”
Joel’s head cocks. He leans in, and you lift your jaw. His lips part, breath hot over your red lips, and he says, “You’re gonna get us into trouble, darlin’.”
“Je m’en fous,” you reply.
“Monsieur,” a voice from your right breaks between you, “your car is outside.”
Joel straightens up, clears his throat, and thanks the waiter with another nod. His palm runs along the bar toward your arm, which he takes, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin, and he nods again toward the doors.
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Dinner was as fucking extreme as all of this has been. Food you’d never seen before, a menu you could barely translate even with language experience. Waiters who arrived at your table if you so much as looked up at them.
And more wine. A lot more wine.
You both stumble back into the suite, arms linked, laughter chorusing against the beige walls. Joel keeps a vice grip on your hand as you spin around him, wrapping you up in his arms when you’re close enough, and runs a thumb across your cheek when you’ve stopped giggling.
“That was fun,” he says, and you nod.
“Thank you,” you whisper. “For all of it. I don’t even know what to say.”
He shakes his head in response. “You’re my guest.”
“Didn’t have to be,” you say, “could’ve brought Martha.”
“Oh, yeah, Martha. She’d be a fuckin’ hoot.”
He lets go of you, your laughter picking back up, and you split off. Joel wanders over to the minibar, and you…you wander off down the hall.
You’ve something in mind.
Safely in the bedroom, you slink over to your case and lift the bag you’d hidden in there earlier. You sneak into the bathroom, closing the door as softly as possible, and whip your little black dress over your head. You turn back to the mirror.
Same reflection as before. Same naked body. A little faded, a little unfocused, jewelry catching the light like stars in the night sky, but the same.
You reach into the white bag, like it’s a lucky draw, and lift out the soft black lace. One by one, you add each little piece – the bra cups your breasts, lifting them just the right amount. The panties sit on your hips, garter belt just above, hooked onto thigh-high, lace top stockings. And finally, the robe.
You tie it loosely at your waist, leaving it just open enough to reveal the balconette bra underneath. One last hazy look in the mirror, and you tumble back out into the bedroom and over to the door.
Your fingers clutch the gold handle, shaking a little. The cold metal bites against your skin, hot with adrenaline and determination. You twist, pulling gently on the door, and wander back to the living room.
The lights are still out, the room dark against the sparkling cityscape. There’s soft music playing, some seventies soul stuff. He’s on the balcony. The sliding doors open wide, sheer curtains swaying gently in the night breeze. His silhouette stands black against the glittering Eiffel Tower in front of him. He’s holding a whiskey.
You slip out from behind the door and let it close over gently, walking slowly across the soft carpet toward him. He can’t have heard you, you’re being too quiet, but he turns anyway, and spots you in the middle of the room.
His eyes rake down your figure, mouth falling agape. Whiskey almost spilling over from how limp his arms fall.
“Baby…” he whispers.
You take another step forward. So does Joel. Your hand reaches for the back of one of the chairs, tucked neatly under the dining table. You drag it along the carpet, setting it just in front of you, facing him, and stand back.
“Want you to sit.”
Joel nods, a voiceless Okay sneaks past his lips, and he sits back in the chair, placing the whiskey at his feet.
The song fades into a steady love song, string orchestra echoing in the background, slow, sultry. The smooth vocals fill the room, quiet and relaxing, and push you nearer him, rounding the back of the chair.
Your hands run over Joel’s shoulders as you curve around to face him, and slot in between his parted thighs. Watching as his eyes shift up and down your figure. Watching as his breath hitches, his chest shuddering anytime you move.
You’re ignoring the rise and fall of your own chest; nerves and desire and complete fucking disbelief at what you’re doing all fighting to break through. Your stomach is flipping, pulse jerking every time your eyes cross paths with Joel’s.
You nudge his legs open wider, lift his wrists, and place his hands on your waist. His fingers pull on the silk belt, loosening your robe until he’s slipping it over your shoulders, revealing every inch of lace and strap of satin to his lust-blown eyes.
“This all for me?” he asks, fucking…wonderstruck. His fingers dance along the garter belt, dipping where it clips onto your stockings.
You cock your head in a shrug. “You paid for it.”
He smiles. As if it’s Christmas and you just gave him the gift at the top of his wish list. And then you bend your knees, lowering between his thighs and dragging your hands down his front, stopping by his stiffening crotch as you go.
Joel hisses through clenched teeth, spurring you on. You palm him through his trousers, never touching his zipper, only letting him go so far as grinding his hips into your hands, before your palms slip down to his knees and you push yourself up.
Joel meets you halfway, leans forward to let your lips ghost across his. Your back arched, knees digging into the plush carpet, you trail your tongue from his chin down his bearded jawline, stopping when you reach the collar of his shirt.
And then you stand again, taking his hands and replacing them on your body. Anywhere on your fucking body. Feeling him on you is like feeling the soothing flicker of the fire after a walk in the freezing cold, and when his palms aren’t pressing against your ribcage, his fingers aren’t running between your thighs, that bitter cold bites back.
Joel hums, still taking you in through glassy eyes. “So…fuckin’ beautiful, babygirl.”
In response, you lift your knees, placing them one by one on either side of his hips. You settle against his body and push him back in the chair.
Your clothed heat lowers onto his waist, lace running across the rough fabric of his trousers, forcing a choked moan from your lips at the contact. Your skin alight, nerves burning with excitement and arousal, the slightest touch only fuels the fire more.
You grind down on him, hips rocking in time with the music. Letting his hands hold you around your back, letting him feel any part of you he fucking wants. His fingers knead roughly into your round ass, and he bucks up against your core.
You hover over him, running a hand from your stomach over your chest, stopping to squeeze your tits through your bra. And then back down again, to slip over the lace of your panties and relieve the tension there even if only for a second before you’re feeling down your thighs.
You link your arms back around Joel’s shoulders. “You gonna pay me back?” you whisper, head lowering to bury into his neck.
“No idea what you’re talkin’ about,” he slurs back.
You suck a mark into the hot skin, breathing against his pulse, “Think you do, daddy. You owe me one.”
His head rolls, bass of his laughter vibrating against your lips. “So fuckin’ slutty, darlin’. You want it that bad?”
“Mhm,” you mewl, lips still tight against his neck, fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt lower and lower.
Joel told Martha he needed you here only to keep him right. Make sure he got everywhere on time, make sure things ran smoothly. Drop off drycleaning, pick it up before he had appearances. Get him pastries from that patisserie he loves around the corner for breakfast. There’s an empty suite downstairs that he made her book for you – an almost three grand per night suite that you both knew the entire fucking time you’d never set foot in. All to keep up with the story.
The story that you’re here strictly on PA duty. Seeing him off in cars, making sure he gets back to the hotel at night. And that’s it. Not buying lingerie with his card, and putting it on for him, and mounting him in the living room of his suite. Not letting him slip your panties to the side and run his cock through your folds, balcony doors wide open, moans escaping out into the late Parisian night.
But now his hands are on you, really on you; strong, wide hands, slipping around your waist, pressing down on the lace of your lingerie, massaging the softest parts of your body and scooping under your ass to align you to his length.
And you’re letting him.
Your hands are sifting through his hair as he breathes you in, his nose buried between your breasts. Your back arches when he finally enters you, giving you what you need most in the form of his thick cock pushing up into your warm cunt.
Like there’s nothing new, or weird, or different. Like this is all you know how to do; all you’ve ever known about him. You’re not in the office; he’s not your boss. He doesn’t tell you to shred files or organize his schedule.
This is what he does. This. He asks things of you with his hands and you fold every time. He runs his lips along the curve of your breasts and peels the delicate fabric of your bra down to wrap his mouth around your nipple, flick his tongue across it until your head rolls back and you’re moaning his name to the ceiling.
“Make yourself cum, baby,” Joel breathes against your hot skin.
His tongue is swirling around your nipple. Teeth grazing the pointed bud. He’s grinning to himself as he does it. He’s fucking lapping this up.
“So pretty when you’re wrapped around me.”
And then his fingers are toying with the clasp of your bra, and as you sink down over and over on his cock, he lets the cupped lace fall to the floor, lips instantly returning to their place on your tits.
You hold his head there, looking down and watching while you slowly bounce on his cock as he kisses, caresses, sucks.
The pleasure boiling between your legs starts to spill over, your body unable to take much more without releasing. And when Joel mumbles against your skin, “Can feel you, darlin’, squeezing me so tight,” you let go.
Your orgasm, nearly four hours in the making, rocks through your body in tidal waves, throwing your head back. Joel’s arms keep you safe on his lap as you writhe, gasping and moaning his name until you can think straight again.
When you come back to, he lifts you up. Carries you like you’re made of diamonds through to the bedroom and lays you down on the soft mattress, calling you angel, telling you you’re the prettiest fuckin’ girl he’s ever seen.
He dips his fingers and traces them along your panties, feeling the mess you just made, humming in amusement. He asks again if this is all for him and when you moan out a desperate Yeah, daddy, he tells you he’s gonna make you cum again.
He takes your waist and flips you over, propping you up on your knees in front of him. He peels the white shirt from his shoulders, tossing it somewhere in the dark room, and asks if that’s what you want – to cum again. Yeah, daddy.
And when he asks who this tight little pussy belongs to, leaning forward to align with your wet mess of a cunt, your thighs spreading to accommodate the size of him, every fucking nerve in your body on fire: You, daddy.
“All mine?” he asks, pushing inside. He’s going slow. He’s making you answer him first.
“Y-yeah,” you whine, head falling forward into the bedsheets. “All – yours.”
“Spoiled, ain’t I? Such a pretty little pussy all to myself. You sure you don’t wanna share with anyone?”
“No, daddy. Just – want – you.”
Every fucking time. Every mindless, depraved time, you do it for him. Only for him.
You cum again on his cock before he’s even five thrusts in. His words send you hurtling over the edge by themselves; the massive dick burying itself between your legs is just a bonus – and something to let your walls clamp around when your back arches, chest pushes into the mattress, and your orgasm floods over you.
Joel rocks his hips slowly as you come down, cunt swollen and almost agony. His hands run from your thighs up around the globe of your ass, massaging gently. You push back, wanting more pressure from his hands, and his fingers slip against your tight hole.
You jut forward with a moan. A moan Joel knows all too well.
“Easy, easy.” He holds you steady, replacing his fingers against your asshole, pressing delicately. “You like that?”
“Fuck,” you breathe, “mhm.”
“Yeah?”
You’re nodding, though you know he can’t see you in the dark.
“Baby?”
“Yeah,” you choke out. Desperate. Depraved.
He lifts his hand and spits; you feel a bead of saliva dribble down your ass, only to be collected by the pads of his fingertips and dragged back up. Smeared over the ring of your ass, massaged into the sensitive skin around it.
“Daddy…” you moan, hips gyrating.
“’s a good girl,” Joel replies, “just relax, darlin’, you do that for me?”
You can hear in his voice he’s focusing. Eyes glued on your ass, watching as you open up around his first finger, pushing slowly inside.
Your whole body freezes as he enters you. Breath cuts short in your throat. Your mouth falls open, throat constricted around a moan.
“Breathe, babygirl.”
And you do. Well, it’s more of a gasp, a broken whine, and then a long, needy sigh, curled up at the end like it’s a request – a plea for Joel to keep going.
It’s tight. It feels…tender, and overwhelming, and good. More than good. Your hips move backward, pushing onto Joel; a swelling feeling overcoming you, the more of him you take.
“Good girl…” he whispers again.
You’re as fucking shocked as he is that you’re letting him do it – letting him slip inside both holes at once, exploring one while keeping the other content with lazy thrusts.
“Think you can take it, baby?”
“Yeah, daddy,” you tell him, body urging him to fuck you again.
So, he does. His cock picks up speed, finger knuckle-deep, curling around inside your ass. You’re gripping the bedsheets, whimpering softly into them, feeling your stomach tighten as your third orgasm begins to rise.
“Keep – doing – that,” you utter as his hips collide with yours, his thick finger picking up pace ever so slightly.
“Such a dirty girl. So fuckin’ dirty for me. You do this for all of ‘em, baby?”
The laugh you breathe answers his question. No, you don’t fucking do this – for anyone. You didn’t know until five minutes ago this was something you were into. It’s Joel. He’s the only one who could convince you – whether through his words, his expressions, or just his fucking body – to –
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whine.
“Know you are, pretty girl,” Joel says, “let me feel you. Cum all over me.”
Your body collapses when your high takes over. Electricity thrumming through you, contracting around Joel’s cock and his finger. He coos you through it, whispers words of praise and filth in your ear until you’re no longer screaming, no longer able to hold yourself up.
He slowly removes his finger, soaked with his spit. You whine as it leaves you, missing the feeling, but it’s not long before his hands are on you again, flipping you back over.
He drags the clothes from his legs and pushes you up the mattress, slotting between your hips, one hand coming down to grip the lace front of your panties. He rips it, tearing the material off of your body in one motion.
You gasp, equal parts aroused as you are fucking outraged. You liked those panties. You wanted to keep ‘em.
“Fuck, Joel!”
He pushes back against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to dot kisses along your skin.
“Buy you more, baby.”
“This whole getup,” you moan, “it cost you a grand.”
He lifts his head. “Well, in that case,” he kisses your collarbone, “buy you ten more.”
Your eyes roll back and your head follows, sinking deep into the sheets under your body. You’re sure you know where this is going, what he’s about to ask of you. You’re not sure you can give it to him. Three orgasms deep, you can barely feel when he’s massaging your sex, never mind lining his cock to it and pushing the tip inside.
“One more, angel,” he utters, looking down to guide himself through your glistening folds. “Just one more.”
“Can’t, daddy,” you whimper, but he pushes your thighs up, bending your knees. It’s borderline painful, the stretch you feel when he’s barely an inch inside.
“Yes, you can. Know you can.”
He could fuck you and cum himself without asking you to – and you’d be okay with it. You know it. He knows it. Just a few tight, wet thrusts and he’d be coming undone inside you. But he wants to do it together. Loves the way you feel when you tighten around him, squeeze him, draw his release out of him. Loves the way your voices sound together, the way you grip onto him and pull him flush against your body.
And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, too. The way he looks when he’s deep inside you, eyes shut, focused on nothing except the pretty noises you make and the sweet way you wrap around him, warm and snug. So you let him take you to the edge again, throw your arms around him, and fall.
Hard.
The shock of it surges through you, stars burst across your vision. You drive your nails into his shoulders, scream out into the night, moans mixed with curses and gasps and – fuck it – cries of daddy loud enough that the thought of a noise complaint at your door floats through your mind.
Joel lets out a deep groan when he cums, filling your tight cunt with his seed, face still buried in your neck. Your legs untense, thighs slip down his waist and onto the bed, your arms unlink from around his neck.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans into your skin.
You’re panting, chest lifting against Joel’s. He pushes into the mattress and rolls off of you, dropping in a heap to the bed at your side. You lay like that for a while, waiting for the fluttering feeling to subside, waiting for any feeling to come back to your body.
Joel pushes off of the bed and dips into the bathroom, still groaning anytime he moves. Water runs for a couple minutes, a gentle whirring as he cools his face and washes up, and then he’s back in the bedroom, sinking into the bed beside you.
He props himself up on his elbow and runs a hand across your damp forehead, unsticking your hair from your face. Intimate, vulnerable. You’ve slept together four times now, and this is the closest you’ve felt to him.
You push down an ache, different to the one he just satisfied – four times over. No, this is deeper. Somewhere more hidden. An ache for him to hold you, run his hands down your back until your body feels like yours again. An ache for him to take you in his strong arms and keep you still, keep you steady.
An ache that feels…dangerous. An ache you want to disappear. Now.
“You okay?” Joel asks, and you nod.
He studies you for a while, looking up and down your body, smiling to himself. This isn’t something either of you are going to forget for a while.
“What’s this?”
Joel takes gentle hold of the gold chain around your sweat-glistening neck, running it between his fingers until he’s holding one half of a broken heart.
“Notice you wearin�� it all the time.”
You take a deep breath before replying, watching as he looks at it intently in his hand. “My mom has the other half. It makes up a heart. We got ‘em when I was sixteen, right after…”
Joel’s eyes drift up to yours when your sentence crumbles. His soft gaze encourages you to continue.
“…right after my dad left.”
He almost winces.
You’d always hated Wednesdays. Wednesdays meant Math, and Math meant two hours of sitting in total confusion, dodging your teacher’s requests for answers and counting down the minutes until class ended.
But your dad told you that you should do well in it, so you were trying. For him.
One Wednesday, Miss Pepperman handed out the results of the previous week’s test. You’d scored well, maybe not as good as some of the others, but decent by your own standards. You snuck the test paper into your bag to take back home, show your dad. Make him…proud.
When you rounded the corner to your street, his car was in the drive, trunk wide open. Suitcases inside. You caught him leaving as you wandered by the beat-up Toyota.
Your mom wants you in the house, he’d said, a cardboard box of files in his clutches.
You tried to ask what the fuck was going on, but he’d yelled at you and thrown the box into his back seat. And then you brought up the test paper, twisted around to fish it out of your bag, like some stupid C would convince him to stay. He yelled louder, and you disappeared inside like a spooked cat.
Your mom was on the couch, face in her hands. She lifted her head, cheeks stained with mascara and tears. As you sat down beside her, you heard the engine of his car roll away. You never saw him again.
You don’t tell Joel all of this. He doesn’t need to know, and he doesn’t ask. Telling him about the C in Math risks telling him about the way your dad looked at you when you held up the crumpled paper, and that risks telling him about everything you’ve ever held back from saying to anyone, for fear of seeing that same bored, disappointed expression.
It feels like a hand you’re not quite ready to play just yet. An ace or two missing, only a couple of cards off of feeling confident enough to show him.
Instead, you shrug, and say, “That was…thirteen years ago now. And we just never take ‘em off. It’s like our little promise to, like…stay together, or whatever.”
He nods, letting the necklace rest back on your naked chest.
There’s something in the air between you. Quiet, unassuming. An understanding, though you’re not sure what of. But it feels comfortable, which you weren’t expecting when he asked the question. Nobody knows much about you and your dad – not even your closest friends. And here you are, naked and exhausted, letting the words tumble out to none other than your boss.
But he’s so blasé about it, so unperturbed by it that, if he hadn’t been the one to ask himself, you could mistake it for disinterest. He just listens, nods, and lets it pass over. Lets you drop it, when you’re done talking about it.
For the second time tonight, this time a little more sober but a little less guarded, you say, “Kiss me.”
And this time, he doesn’t ask you to speak French. Doesn’t make any witty quip, doesn’t warn you you’re walking dangerous territory. Doesn’t even hesitate, not for a beat. Just leans in, cups your cheek with one hand, and presses his lips to yours.
Warm, sweaty, almost quivering lips. Soft, and kind, and safe. You melt into him, wrapping both hands around his wrist, shutting your eyes and pretending just for a moment that you’re not teetering along a knife edge right now.
You pull back, losing your balance on the tightrope you’re walking, and Joel’s hand slowly drops from your face. His eyes ask if you’re okay, and you nod. I’m fine. This is fine.
“Alright,” he says, sitting up with a sigh. “You want a drink?”
You nod again. “Water, please.”
He strokes your thigh once and walks out of the room, leaving you in the quiet dark by yourself.
You bring your fingertips up to your eyes. Exhale deeply into the palms of your hands. Think about what just happened, and then tell yourself not to think much about it. Think about that fucking twinge in the bottom of your stomach, the one that felt like…yearning. And then tell yourself, fucking – order yourself not to read too much into it, or you’ll drive yourself up the wall.
Because the truth of it is: you’ve one more full day in Paris, and you highly suspect that what happened here tonight, is gonna happen all over again tomorrow. And that leaves room for that yearning feeling to come back. Resurface, like a silent predator in murky waters.
That won’t happen tomorrow. It can’t happen tomorrow.
You stand and throw that white terrycloth robe over yourself, heading for the living room.
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canon barricade boys as they’re introduced
honestly reading this part of the brick is basically reading a list of headcannons off tumblr but i digress
Enjolras
…a charming young man who was capable of being a terror.
- essentially both a nerd and a jock
- very very pretty
- cares about justice, not women
- his speech can be harsh and intense
Combeferre
He was learned and a purist, precise, eclectic, hard-thinking, and at the same time imaginative ‘to the point of fantasy’, his friends said.
- very close with Enjolras, and really balances his out
- believes that education is really important in society
- gentle, and while he could fight would rather not
Jehan
Jean Prouvaire was a lover; he cherished a pot of flowers, played the flute, wrote verses, loved the people…
- learned Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew to be able to read poetry
- likes to walk through meadows of wild flowers
- he likes to contemplate social issues and the immensity of the heavens
- kind in a way that kindness is like greatness
- an only child
- awkward and shy and fearless
Feuilly
There is no more powerful eloquence than that of indignation based on true conviction, and his was the power that he possessed.
- makes fans
- an orphan - he likes to say that his country took the place of his mother
- he taught himself how to read and write
- affectionate and warm hearted
- is really passionate about issues beyond France (greece, poland, hungary, etc)
Courfeyrac
He possessed that youthful ardour that may be termed the infernal beauty of the spirit.
- ditched the de part of de Courfeyrac because it was too bougie and he wanted to be like lafayette
- he’s essentially the heart of the revolution
- he’s “decent” (victor hugo did him dirty here)
Bahorel
He was a born agitator: that is to say, he enjoyed nothing more than a quarel except a rebellion, and nothing more than a rebellion except a revolution.
- wears crimson waistcoats
- connected the ABC to other groups
- his motto is “no lawyers”, he would literally button up his coat every time he walked by the law school to avoid ‘contamination’
- he has no regular habits but likes to stroll through paris and go to different cafes
Bossuet
Bossuet was a cheerful but unlucky young man, notable for the fact that he succeeded in nothing. On the other hand, he laughed at everything.
- so very bald
- he’s poor, as in basically always broke but still finds a way to squander money when he can
- merry and cheerful and good humoured
- studying law
- couch surfs, but mostly lives with Joly
- bald
Joly
For the rest, he was the gayest of them all.
- med student
- disabled and uses a cane
- jolly and eccentric
Grantaire
Grantaire was a young man who made a point of believing in nothing.
- goes by R because of grand R (aka capital R because he’s such a nerd)
- knows where all the best alcohol is
- so fucking ugly
- a boxer, gymnast and dancer
- completely and utterly in love with Enjolras
#enjolras#combeferre#jehan prouvaire#feuilly#courfeyrac#bahorel#bossuet#joly#grantaire#enjoltaire#les miserables#les mis#les mis headcannons
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Got Me Thinking
Part 5: From Paris With Love (Slight NSFW)
Synopsis: After spending time with Jack, the two of you end up in an argument, which leads to you not wanting to speak to him. He then surprises you with a trip to Paris, but is the love that you have for one another enough to survive the whirlwind of events that come after?
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader
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The conversation with Neelam that you had earlier was distracting you from focusing on you actually being able to spend time with Jack since the two of you would have to go weeks at a time without seeing one another.
Those facetime calls didn't cut it all the time.
Waiting until the crowd died down after the show, Jack volunteered to walk you out to your car but made sure to wear a hoodie in order to cover his curly hair in the hopes that no one would notice him. Jack knew that you could read him like a book, but reading you was a completely different ballgame and at times could be difficult for him. He could tell that something was on your mind and quickly got to the point to ask you about it.
“What's on your mind Buttercup?” He asked while starting to play with the ends of your hair.
“Hmm just thinking how much I'm going to miss you after I leave and how bad I want to kiss you, but we’re out in the open and there's too many eyes.”
All Jack did was look at you because he knew you were lying through your teeth.
“Hmm, that's definitely a lie. That might be partially true, but there's something else more to it. I'll let it slide for now, but don't think I'm going to forget.”
When you were silent, he quickly spoke again.
“I want you to stay with me tonight. My hotel isn't far from here. That way I feel that I can give you my undivided attention without us being interrupted.”
“Uhh? Isn't your wife here with you?” You asked, looking at him dumbfounded.
“That's why I booked two rooms. Yours is on a completely different floor so the two of you won't cross paths. And you weren't concerned when you had my dick in your mouth in my dressing room earlier knowing that she was here.”
“Isn't she going to notice you aren't next to her during the night? And you obviously didn't have a problem either since your face was between my thighs.” You shot back and all he did was smirk at you.
“Nope. And even if she does, I'll make up an excuse. So what do you say? And my favorite place to be is in-between your thighs.”
All you could do was roll your eyes and laugh.
“I didn't even bring any of my clothes and this is not going to be comfortable to sleep in.”
“Babe, what we're going to be doing doesn't involve clothes so that should be the least of your worries.”
“JACKMAN!”
“What!? What'd I say?!”
“Meaning in the morning, I'm not leaving in the same outfit I came in.”
“I have everything that you need already in your hotel room and all you have to do is bring yourself. Your husband can do without having you at home for one night.”
“He’s not even at home.”
“See? Even better. I just want to love up on my girl and give her the attention that she deserves. I have the key with me and was going to let you leave first so we don’t run the risk of anyone seeing you.”
“Looks like I’ll see you soon then.” You replied while smirking as he slipped you the hotel key.
“I shouldn’t be too much longer, and I’m going to wait until she falls asleep. And usually when she’s out, she’s out because she needs all her strength the next morning to stress me the fuck out.” Jack muttered, but you couldn’t help but to laugh.
“I’m serious, I don’t know if a switch finally went off in my brain but overall she’s not a nice person and not a good person. She is literally the definition of what you would call a mean girl.”
“You just finally realized that you deserved better and that definitely isn’t with her.”
“But enough about that. I just can’t wait to have you whimpering my name underneath me.”
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Once you had gotten to the hotel and parked your car in the parking lot that was on the side of the building, you made your way to the room that Jack set aside for you and when you opened the door, the first thing you did was kick off your shoes.
He hadn’t just gotten you a simple hotel room, but an entire suite and your jaw was on the floor looking around it in awe.
You immediately grabbed your phone and sent him a text letting him know that you were there.
You- Now, Jackson…. An entire suite for just one night? You didn’t need to do all this.
Jack Jack- Yes I did because I want you to be comfortable. My baby girl deserves the best and who's to say that we’re only going to be there for one night?
All you did was laugh to yourself once you finished reading his text and went to explore the other parts of the suite.
Before you knew it, you had dozed off on the couch with the television on simply for background noise waiting for Jack and was woken up by him placing kisses all over your face before reaching the final destination of your lips.
“Hmm? What time is it?” You asked him while looking around for your phone.
“It’s around two, I’m sorry I didn’t think it would take this long.”
“No need to apologize, I got to go to sleep for a little bit so I don’t mind.”
“Mmm hmm, because you’re going to need it. If you aren’t too tired for me, I’m going to need for you to lose these clothes.” He said while helping you stand up and reaching underneath your skirt as he met your lips with yours.
“That can be arranged, but only if you take them off me.” You whispered against his lips when you broke the kiss and all he did was nod.
Jack was now holding onto your hips and eased his way in as he entered you from behind and you were leaning down against the pillow and biting down on your lip hard as you tried your best in order to keep quiet.
You had lost count of how many different positions that he had you in and just knew that he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon and it wouldn’t surprise you if it started to get light outside either.
As you were whimpering and quietly moaning his name as he pounded into you, all he did was smirk before leaning down to place kisses all along your spine and whisper in your ear.
“My baby is taking me so well, are you going to cum for me?”
You couldn’t form an answer with words and simply nodded.
“Damn, this dick so good it got you speechless?” Jack spoke again and laughed and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes.
Feeling him pull out, you were left confused until you felt his tongue run against your folds as he started eating you out from the back.
“Oh fuck, babe.”
“Stay still, why are you moving away from me?” He asked before going back to his task of making you come undone in front of him.
A few minutes later, you felt him stop once more and he quickly heard your protests before he slid underneath you so that you were now sitting on his face and he wrapped his arms around your thighs in order to keep you in place.
“Be patient because I have all night.” Was the last thing you heard him say before you felt him start to suck on your clit which led to you moaning his name.
You were now laying your head on Jack’s chest as he was drawing shapes on your back and the two of you were in a comfortable silence. You felt yourself dozing off to sleep when you suddenly heard his voice.
“Buttercup?”
“Yes, babe?” You sleepily answered with your eyes still closed.
“I have a question.”
“Go ahead and ask me then.”
“Why don’t you just file for divorce now? You told me that the baby has been born so what is even left for you in that marriage?”
“I just want to make sure that I do it the right way by making sure everything is in place before I do.”
“Babe, money is not an issue because you know I’m going to get you anything that you need or anything that you want. I just don’t like seeing you upset about him all the time. You know that you deserve better so I don’t have to tell you that, but…”
“Money definitely isn’t an issue. I just don’t want anything to happen that would make him want to retaliate against me.”
“Retaliate against you for what? He has a side chick and a baby, so why would he even do that?”
“That’s just how he is, and that’s why he’s such a good businessman. Sadly to say, he’s cut throat and doesn’t show any mercy and I know for a fact it’s to the point where he won’t hesitate to make me miserable. I was never on the receiving end of that, but I feel like once I file for divorce I will be.”
“Baby, all the more reason to get the fuck away from him so we can be together like we want to be. Why do I feel like you’re hesitating? Isn’t this what we talked about and isn’t this what we want? For you to finally move back to Louisville and live with me?”
“I’m not hesitating.”
“Yes you are and you keep giving me excuses. You’re a damn CRNA for fucks sake but moving back you will definitely have a pay cut but right now, you can afford the lawyer and all the fees, but I will pay for you to divorce that asshole, so what excuse are you going to give me now?”
Your eyes were now open as you sat up and looked at him.
“Why are you rushing me?”
“Buttercup, I’m not by any means rushing you. I just don’t want to see you upset all the time about what he’s doing to you.”
“Why are we only talking about me in this situation? You’re asking me what the hold up is on my end, but what is the hold up on yours? You have an entire wife that you need to divorce too, do you not?”
“I do and it’s going to happen, but unlike you I’m not making excuses and hesitating. I’m ready to file for divorce and get away from her, but I’m also waiting on you so hopefully they can be finalized at the same time. I made her sign a prenup, well, Neelam made her sign one so she isn’t getting a damn thing from me. How could you still love someone like that who has fucked you over a countless number of times? He literally got another woman pregnant.”
“And I don’t know that? How many times are you going to remind me? I already feel stupid about still loving someone like that and this conversation isn’t making it any better.”
“I want to be all in with you, but we can’t do that unless some changes are made. I want for you to experience this life with me. This is literally what we talked about when we were seventeen. There is NOTHING left for you and him. If we would have stayed together, I know for a damn fact that we would have been married by now.”
“But would we? You would have probably had to hide me once Gen Now signed you to push that single narrative.”
“What the? Where is that coming from? The first thing that I would have wanted to do was fucking protect you because this life I live isn’t easy and the last thing I would want is you getting hurt by it. Y/N, why can’t you see how much I STILL love you?”
“I… need to leave.”
“What?! It’s six in the morning and you’ve hardly gotten any sleep. I don’t want you driving anywhere and we’re not done talking about this. Why are you running from me? What are you scared of? You know that I’m going to love and protect you and treat you how you deserve to be treated. If anything, I’m the one who should be mad at you because it honestly feels like you’re making it seem like I’m a second choice to Xavier when I for damn sure treat you better than he does.”
“That is NOT fucking fair and you KNOW it. What was I supposed to do? Wait for you? It's not like I intended on him doing that to me!”
“YES!”
“So now I’m being guilt tripped into falling in love with someone else? You had every single opportunity to reach out to me if you really wanted us to be together, but you didn’t. So, why the fuck did you get married in the first place?”
“How was I supposed to know that I would get a second chance? Or at least I’m trying to get a second chance with you, but you are making it so got damn difficult.”
“Then let me help make this easier for you since I’m so difficult. I’m leaving and don’t even bother fucking calling me again.”
“Baby, baby wait. Hold on, just please. Let’s back up for a second.” He pleaded with you as you got up and made your way into the bathroom, but he beat you to it and ended up blocking the doorway. You simply crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him.
“Jackman Thomas, get the fuck out of my way.”
“I’m not losing you for a second time!”
“Too late, because you already did.”
Once you had left the suite, Jack then took the long walk back to his room with Kelsey and was praying that she wasn’t awake quite yet. But once he opened the door, he silently cursed to himself because she was wide awake and looking at him.
“Where were you?” She asked without bothering to say good morning to him.
“I went for a walk, I wasn’t gone long.”
“Hmm, I need to ask you something.”
“Can it wait?”
“No, it can't wait. Who is Y/N to you?”
Now, he wasn’t quite sure what the two of you were anymore.
“I told you that we knew each other in high school, so what’s the big deal?” He asked before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Well, I don’t like her and I don’t want you around her anymore.”
Jack whipped his head around to stare at her in disbelief.
“And who the hell are you to think that you can tell me who I can have around me? And how do you not like her when you don’t know her?”
“I’m your wife and she makes me uncomfortable and you should respect that.”
“She literally didn’t even do anything.”
“Were the two of you just friends in high school or more?”
“Why are you so pressed about this?”
“Answer my damn question.”
“I’m not answering shit until you lose that attitude. It’s like you just wake up and decide how the hell can I get on Jack’s nerves today?”
“You get on my last nerve, do you know how lucky you are to have me as your wife? Other men would jump at the opportunity to have me if I was single.”
“Then go ahead and be single, no one’s fucking stopping you. And I’m lucky? Explain that because I’m not quite understanding.”
“I just want to know what she is to you.”
“She’s my friend and she’s my ex-girlfriend. Are you happy now?”
“WAIT, your ex-girlfriend?!”
“Did I stutter? Now, I’m going to sleep if you don’t mind because I’m still tired.”
“We aren’t done with this!”
“Yes we are because I answered your question and since any man would be lucky to have you, go out and find them and stop bothering me.”
“Well she needs to get the message that you’re my husband and not hers.”
“Hmm, am I?”
“What the hell is wrong with you this morning? You act like I went out and cheated on you.”
“Kelsey, let’s not go there because you did and I took your ass back despite you doing that. But you best believe that if I had known on our wedding day what you had done, we would not be married right now. Truth be told, I should have left your ass at the altar if I knew.”
“I… I apologized about that and I regret it. Why are you still holding it against me?”
“Seriously? You literally cheated on me hours before we said our vows so you can save it.”
It had been over a month since you last talked to Jack and you had simply been going through the motions. You were upset how the two of you ended things, but still felt as if he was rushing you. You had been back to Louisville a few times since you were slowly moving things out of your house that you wanted to take with you and of course, Xavier hadn't noticed anything. Which you weren’t the least bit surprised by.
Urban had been calling you
Clay had been calling you
Neelam had been calling you
And you told each of them the same thing, for right now, you and him were done.
Jack called you nonstop for the first two weeks and then his calls just stopped altogether right along with the texts as well. Thinking about the situation, both of you could have handled the conversation differently and it didn’t have to end with you leaving. But as of right now, you were in a weird headspace. In order to not think too deeply about your feelings about the entire situation, you drowned yourself into working and uploading content to your TikTok that was centered around nursing and working as a CRNA.
Your best friend Taina who you also worked with could tell that something was bothering you and without a second thought you said yes to her asking you out for brunch one day that the two of you had off. You met in nursing school and also went on to get your CRNA certification together and she had been your rock through the entire mess that had been going down with Xavier. However, she didn’t know too much about you and Jack reuniting and after seeing your instagram post a while back, she made note to ask you about it but never did. So she figured now was her opportunity.
The two of you were sitting across from one another and you were sipping on your orange juice as she was eyeing you.
“Y/N….”
“Yes?”
“What has been going on because you haven’t been yourself lately. I get everything with Xavier, and I offered to cut his balls off and feed them to him, but you declined. However, I feel that it’s something else.”
“Hmm, been sleeping with my ex-boyfriend since March.” You casually told her as you were scanning the menu and trying to decide what you were going to eat.
“Hold on, back up. Which ex-boyfriend?” Tania asked because there had been a few of them when the two of you were in college.
“The one I was with when I was in Louisville.” You answered and suddenly her eyes went wide with a realization.
“Hmm, would his name happen to be Jack?”
“Not so loud!” You exclaimed as you shushed her, but all she did was smirk.
“Okay… so? How’s that going? When can I meet him?”
“Well we got into an argument and we haven’t talked to each other in about a month.”
“What? Why?”
“Long story short, both of us are supposed to get divorced and then be together, but it turned into an argument because he said he felt like I was hesitating even though he also has an entire wife.”
“But, let’s be real. What are you waiting for exactly?” Tania asked and all you did was look at her because it seemed like now you didn’t have an answer.
“Y/N, from what you’ve told me over the years about him, he is head over heels in love with you and he wants to be with you so kick Xavier’s ass to the curb and be with someone who you know is going to love you and treat you how you’re supposed to be treated.”
“You’re right, I just don’t know. I’ve gotten comfortable in this life as stupid as that may sound. I know I deserve better, but I cannot open my heart again because I’m scared. What if we break up and we truly end up hating each other? He truly does mean the world to me and I would never in a million years want to hurt him.”
“You say that, but however, the way you two left off with each other made me think that you did hurt him and hurt his feelings. Not saying that he didn’t do the same thing to you, but just talk it out with him. I’m sure he wants to hear from you. He is not Xavier and never will be.”
“I don’t know, he stopped calling me after the first two weeks when I didn’t answer and hasn’t called since.”
“Then you call him and see if he wants to talk. Y/N, the people around you want so much better for you and I’m sad that Xavier has you so brainwashed that you can’t see it.”
“There’s something else….” You started to say as you looked down and started to play with your bracelet.
“What is it?”
“I miss my period and think I might be pregnant.”
“I…. Y/N! When we leave here, the first thing you are going to do is call that man! And I want an update after you do.”
It had been a total of two hours that you had been staring at your phone contemplating on if you were going to pick it up and call Jack.
But once again you were scared. Scared that he was going to reject you and not want to have anything to do with you anymore. But, you knew that you had to try.
You decided to facetime him and it rang for a while before he finally answered.
When you saw him, your breath hitched in your throat and your heart was now beating a mile a minute as you were the first to speak.
“Hi.” Was all you said and you couldn’t quite read his expression.
“Did you need something?” He asked and skipped over the greeting entirely.
“I… just want to talk. I didn’t like how it ended the last time we saw each other.”
“I consistently tried to call you and talk to you for fourteen days, so why do you want to talk now?”
“Because I was mad at you. You were right… about some things and I just wasn’t quite ready to hear it.”
It was quiet for a few seconds as Jack was simply looking at you and you saw Clay walk behind him.
“Look, meet me on the tarmac at LAX around 7 tomorrow morning.” Jack finally spoke up and you looked at him with wide eyes.
“Wait, what?”
“A car will come and pick you up. Pack a few casual outfits, but other than that I got it handled. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Um, okay.”
Without another word the two of you hung up and you simply sat there unsure about what just happened. He seemed annoyed with you which you could understand, but obviously he still wants this just as bad as you do because he answered the phone. You sat there for a few more minutes before you hopped up to run into your walk-in closet to drag out your suitcase.
The next morning, you were now pulling up to the private jet in the car that Jack had sent for you and the butterflies you had been feeling the entire ride on the way here, had now been doubled. He obviously wanted to see you, because why else would he tell you to meet him here? The driver opened the door for you and helped you out of the car as your suitcase was loaded onto the plane. The first one to pop up and greet you was Neelam who quickly went in for a hug.
“I’m so happy you came. He definitely needs a little pick me up. He’s already on the plane so come on.” She said as she squeezed your hand and started to lead you to the steps of the jet, but you stopped walking and she turned back to look at you confused.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
Your eyes simply started to water before giving her an answer, but she saw them and quickly reassured you.
“He’s missed you just as much as you’ve missed him. Don’t worry about what may have happened before, just move forward.
You nodded your head towards her as she went up the steps first as you followed behind her. Once the two of you were on the jet, she went straight to Urban and hit him across the back of his head because he had apparently been eating her fries which you laughed at.
Your eyes were searching for him and saw that he was simply in the back by himself gazing out the window and you started to make your way towards him. Once you reached him, he seemed to be deep in thought and didn’t notice you standing next to him until you ran your hand through his curls. Startled, he looked up at you before standing up and placing you in a giant bear hug.
“I’m sorry.” He quietly said as his head rested on top of yours.
“I am too.” You whispered as you held onto him tighter.
Once the two of you broke apart, he leaned down to place several kisses on your lips which you gladly accepted and that instantly put a smile on your face.
All you heard was whistling and turned around to see Clay and Urban smirking at both of you as Neelam was trying to eat the rest of her fries before Urban got to them.
“It’s about time the lovebirds reunited.”
Everyone got settled and it was soon time for takeoff. You and Jack were cuddled up with each other in the back with him stealing kisses every few minutes and everyone else was scattered throughout the plane.
“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” You finally asked when the plane had been in the air for a few hours at this point.
“Give me another kiss and I might tell you.”
All you did was shake your head at him before smirking and pulling his face towards yours to grant his wish.
“Okay, so now tell me.”
“You’re coming to Fashion Week with me.”
“Okay?”
“In Paris.” He added on and knew that your facial expression was about to be priceless.
Your eyes then went as big as saucers as you looked at him and all he did was laugh.
“And I got Givenchy to make you a dress that was specially made just for you. We’re getting there a day early just in case adjustments need to be made.”
“Babe…”
“I mean it when I said that I would do anything for you. I just want you to know that.”
You nodded your head at him to acknowledge what he said and he held you tighter as you laid your head on his chest.
“I have to tell you something.” You said as you glanced up at him and he nodded.
“I…. may or may not be pregnant. I missed my period, but I haven’t gotten a chance to take a test yet.” You whispered and all he did was lean down to place a kiss on your forehead.
“Whatever comes our way, we’re going to get through it together.”
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anesthesiabae: Paris is always a good idea. Thank you givenchy 💖
jackharlow: 😍😍😍
neelamthadhani: DAMN, if you weren't married and if I was into girls 👀👀
claybornharlow: OH, my good sis ATE!
jackharlow: that dress was made for you, LITERALLY
tainathecrna: you look so beautiful! my gorgeous girl!
urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani I think you might have to fight a couple people to get next to her first
neelamthadhani: urbanwyatt all I have to do is distract you with weed, clay with chic-fil-a and jack with a cigar. I'll make it happen.
It was now day three of you being in Paris with Jack and the two of you were on the balcony of your hotel room sitting in a comfortable silence when you finally broke it.
“Are we ever going to talk about that conversation and what was said?” You asked him as you looked at him and he took a deep sigh before nodding.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel as if I was rushing you, that is literally the last thing I want. But, I also need to be honest about my feelings, if neither of us were married, we literally would have gone to Vegas in March and eloped.” Jack honestly said and you couldn’t help but to laugh.
“At the end of the day, I just want you to be happy. Aren’t you happy when you’re with me?” He asked you as you started to play with his Private Garden ring.
“Y/N, look at me.” Jack told you as he placed his finger underneath your chin to guide it upwards.
“Jack I….”
“No, you don't have anywhere to be right now, especially anywhere that he is. You are right where you need to be and that’s here with me. Why do you keep running back to him when we both know he's not any good for you? It should have always been the two of us.”
“It's not that simple.”
“But it is that simple, baby and we’ve been through this. I know you’re scared, but it’s going to be okay. I’m not him and will never be. Look me in my eyes and tell me right now that you don't have feelings for me and I promise to never bother you again after this trip is over.”
All you did was stay silent as you were trying to regulate your breathing with him being so incredibly close to you. Your heart was beating a mile a minute as he moved a curl out of your face. Your thoughts were running rampant remembering all those times when your body was under Jack’s and for the first time in many years, you felt that someone actually loved and cared for you.
But you've always felt that way when you were around him.
Jack chuckled to himself when you couldn’t answer him and simply placed a soft kiss on your lips which you eagerly returned. You had your back towards the street and was hoping that no one had seen the two of you.
“It sure is telling when I fly you out all over the world to experience this life with me when he can't even remember your fucking favorite color or your Starbucks order. Not to mention how you told me last night that you hadn't been fucked that good in years and you only feel that way towards me. Leave him so I can give you the life you deserved. The life that we talked about when we were in high school. Baby, let me take care of you the way I promised you that I would.”
You sat there as you listened to him and knew that he was good at keeping promises and keeping his word. So, what did you have to lose?
This is what you wanted and what you deserved.
“You've gotten so comfortable in being mistreated by him and that ends right now. So, are you going to give me an answer? Because you know you won't want for anything.”
“When I file for divorce, he's going to want half.”
“Let him have it. I have more than enough to take care of you.”
“So, we're really doing this?” You whispered as you placed your arms around him to hug him tighter.
“We’re doing this.” He answered while leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.
“Hmm, the only question now is how your gold digging wife is going to take it.”
“She’ll get over it. She already knows that we dated because she was asking me about you and she kept nagging and of course she got an upset look on her face afterwards. But enough about that. When we both get back home, we’re filing for divorce.”
“And I can’t wait to be with you all the time.” You said as you looked up at him.
He leaned down to kiss you, but you stopped him, figuring that paparazzi were still out and about since it was Fashion Week.
“Babe, let’s go in the suite and off the balcony. We can’t risk anyone seeing us.”
“It’s fine, baby. No one is out here and it’s three in the morning. Just kiss me.”
You woke up in Jack’s arms because you heard your phone repeatedly going off in your ear and quickly heard his protests.
“Baby, turn it off.” You heard him say as he squeezed you tighter.
“I am, give me a minute!” You responded by laughing, but once you saw the numerous notifications your heart dropped.
Jack Harlow seen in Paris at Fashion Week making out with a mysterious woman who is NOT his wife Kelsey!
Your heart rate suddenly increased and you felt like it was getting harder to breathe. Jack noticed that you hadn’t laid back down yet and simply sat up to ask you what was wrong.
“Baby?”
All you did was shove your phone towards him and he quietly uttered ‘fuck’ under his breath.
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please can u do dad/husband chris hcs??
i love ur writing 🫶🏾🫶🏾
omg i love this !!!
husband and dad!chris headcanons!
husband!chris headcanons
he is using every chance he can to tell people that you’re his wife, there is absolutely no hiding the marriage.
he proposes the idea of getting eloped about a month and a half after proposing because he genuinely can’t wait to be married to you.
after first you feel bad because you want your friends and family to be part of the big day but then you say fuck it, and the two of you are running to city hall as soon as it opens the next day.
after the elopement, you don’t really tell anyone aside from close family and then you guys take your honeymoon, i feel like chris would fly you to somewhere like greece or paris or london because it’s romantic and he wants you to have that movie-esque honeymoon.
y’all are fucking everywhere you possibly can on the honeymoon
when you guys get back from your month long honeymoon, you guys throw a big informal wedding type-party with all your friends x family and announce the elopement publicly for the first time.
he’s treating the entire marriage as if it’s the newlywed stage, like he’s the type of husband who still flirts with you and pursued you as if he literally didn’t lock it down with a ring. he never wants you to feel like he doesn’t want or love you.
he decides that once you guys are married, that he wants to move into a house with you and begin the new chapter and try for a family.
which leads to him constantly trying to consummate the marriage everywhere in the new house. matt and nick refuse to visit until you and chris have hired a cleaning service to “disinfect” the house.
he’s a very big believer of the saying “happy wife, happy life.” which means he’s giving and getting you everything you want without hesitation and refuses to let you decline anything.
dad!chris headcanons!
chris is a boy dad without question, but that’s not to say he wouldn’t adore his future daughter, that little girl would have him wrapped around her finger.
he’d bring up the idea of a family after about a month of living together and you’d be relieved because you had found out you were pregnant two weeks prior, you just weren’t ready to say anything yet.
the second you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s on his knees pressing kisses to your stomach before he’s resting his head against it with his arms tightly wrapped around you and he’s nearly sobbing, he’s just excited and unbelievably happy that his dreams of having his own little family are coming true.
he’s with you at every appointment and cries again when you find out you’re having a baby boy.
he’s getting baby grayson his first pair of jordans without question.
he lets you design the nursery because he feels a bit bad that he took wedding planning away from you when you guys got eloped.
him and matt build the dresser, changing table, crib, rocking chair, everything while you’re out with mary-lou, nick, and your mom buying baby clothes.
when you see that all the furniture is put together, the pregnancy hormones kick in and you’re sobbing in his arms, thanking him for it and he’s shushing you and telling you that you don’t need to thank him for doing the bare minimum.
he had the to-go bags packed the day after you told him you were pregnant, he had everything you need and want in yours, and completely overpacked the baby’s to-go bag because he couldn’t sleep the night you told him.
the moment you go into labour, he’s got the car ready to go and he’s calling nick and matt as soon as you’ve been checked into the hospital.
while you’re waiting until you’re fully dilated, he’s getting you ice, wiping your forehead, holding your hand, he’s very doting while you’re sitting there waiting to give birth because he feels bad that you’re in pain because he did that to you.
the second he hears grayson’s first cries, he’s got tears streaming down his face. once you and grayson are cleaned up and decently rested, he’s running out to the waiting room and collapses in his brothers’ arms saying “we’ve got a healthy baby boy.”
he refuses to wear a shirt when holding grayson, he’s a full believer in skin to skin contact being an important bonding factor.
he’s so helpful, he refuses to be one of those dads that don’t get up when the baby cries and he’s doing a lot of the midnight feedings if you’re not breastfeeding.
if you are breastfeeding, he’s doing everything he can to make you comfortable and he’s always going to grab grayson from the bassinet at the foot of your bed.
he feels so heartbroken when grayson is teething.
he is so interested in the types of foods that grayson is trying out when he is weaned off milk.
he gets his brothers to do a baby food challenge on their channel and it’s one of the only times that grayson is featured on the channel because he loves his uncles and they make him laugh.
grayson has you, chris, nick, and matt completely wrapped around his finger. he gets whatever he wants from all of you because he is the first baby out of the group and everyone spoils him.
he grows up with the coolest family, he’s always sporting some sort of merch from his parents’ and uncles fav artists to sturniolo merch and flesh love that the triplets created as the announcement of chris being a father.
all in all, chris’ baby would be so incredibly loved, spoiled, well mannered, respectful, and all around the coolest baby in the fucking world.
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I saw something that said that if Odysseus had to choose between himself VS. Penelope and Telemachus he'd always choose himself. How he'd be miserable and he would try to weasel his way out of it but if it really was no other option he'd still do it and...
Odysseus is an incredibly selfish man, that's not wrong. And he definitely has his cruel streak. But his whole thing is his unconditional devotion and loyalty to his family while basically being a rat bastard to everyone else. He literally puts himself in danger for them multiple times, even just in their NAME multiple times.
But this is the same man who pretended to be INSANE for at least a MONTH so he wouldn't have to leave them. I guess you could say it's because he's a coward or because of the prophecy but if he didn't care he wouldn't have saved his son. But even with all that, to have a mad king? That leaves your kingdom vulnerable. There could've been a fucking usurping. Ithaca doesn't have much fertile land and yet he destroys some of it. Even then in some versions, it's him literally running to scoop up his baby, "hearing thundering hooves past his head". Putting himself in danger in multiple ways as SAVING HIS SON MEANT HE WAS GOING TO WAR. WAR ISN'T SOMETHING YOU CAN GUARANTEE THAT YOU'LL COME BACK FROM.
EVEN IN THEIR NAMES, HE PUTS HIMSELF IN DANGER FOR THEM. Calypso asks what is so lovely about his wife that makes him not want her, a beautiful goddess. Said goddess has been abusing him for years yet he still says that he will ALWAYS go back to them putting himself at risk just DEFENDING Penelope and he's literally dragged back to her grotto immediately after. He even tells her the only way he would stop trying to get to them is if he were dead.
He is deeply hurt by her rejection but even then HE ASKS FOR A SEPARATE BED. He calls her cruel and stubborn and he's tearing up but he never threatens her despite her rejection could literally end bad for him. Paris for example, after Helen rips into him about how Menelaus was the better man and warrior who didn't back down, he basically tells her "Hey! You should be happy your husband's alive! ...Get in the bed."
Like??? he puts them first often, even if it means his own discomfort!!!
I don't think he would let Penelope or Telemachus suffer so he would be free. That feels like the fucking Tele-GONE-y to me. You can keep his "rat bastardness" there because if he was for example, being dragged to Hades or something, he'd give Penelope a look and they'd probably have a plan for him to get out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He's sometimes said to be the son of Sisyphus. Who's to say he wouldn't do that as well? And if it was him "doomed to eternal damnation". He'd be trying the whole time to get back to them. (that'd...honestly be a perfect punishment for him.)
Idk, They're selfish about practically everything but each other
#no offense to this individual but that just... didn't feel right. They're both deeply fucked but they're fucked up in how they would burn#everything down for each other. For their son? Even more so#... it was first this post. then had the fucked up headcanon to write and now I'm writing a shitty fucked up fic :'D#Mad rambles#shot by odysseus
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NCT 127 and their sugar daddy ratings PT.1
part two coming soon as well as a svt and skz version
Johnny Suh
9.5/10 ( less .5 because he refuses to use the title of sugar daddy, instead he prefers "sponsor".)
He's a CEO. No questions about it.
The man is Fucking RICH
You met through a mutual friend
talked a bit and you ended up telling him that
you were currently taking a year off because of a financial bind
Lies to you and tells you he sponsors college students sometimes
and that he would like to sponsor you
Of course you immediately accept the offer
so begins the sugar daddy antics
Would spoil you,
And I do mean
SPOIL YOU!
The song 'Sexy' by JoeVille
"you can do anything you want when you sexy"
Is something he literally lives by
you can do no fucking wrong in his eyes
you're his princess
went on a business trip once and came back to tell you
he bought you a whole penthouse apartment
just in case you wanted to "Study abroad"
buys you EVERYTHING you could ever want
demands you call him "Mr. Suh"
in your eyes its because he wants respect
in his eyes its the closest thing to 'daddy'.
Forbids you from getting a part-time job because
"I can take care of you. Let me take care of you I'm your sponsor after all."
Buys you an expensive necklace for your graduation present.
Then finally reveals that the whole sponsor thing was just him spending his personal money on you.
and so begins the sugar baby-to-girlfriend pipeline.
treats you the same except
now yall are having sex 6/7 days of the week.
Jung Jaehyun
10/10 (bitch he's perfecttttttt)
Another CEO
He ain't rich like Johnny though
This bitch right here?
he is ✨ WEALTHY✨
LOVESSSSSSS TO SPEND HIS MONEY
You met while you were at work
Everybody knew him
and you were the waitress in charge of his table
First thing you realized about this man
he doesn't speak to many people
Someone literally ordered for him
anyways
imagine your shock when you're about to clock out and your
co-worker tells you "Y/n, Mr. Jung would like to have a word with you. He says to bring your stuff with you"
His security leads you to his car and you step in
Jaehyun is literally staring at you the minute you sit in the car
"I'll be straight to the point, I have a meeting to get to in the next 10 minutes. I want you."
Cue the shocked look and silence
However, y'all start to date.
yes, he's your boyfriend and your sugar daddy
as I said, he enjoys spending his money
but only on very specific people.
takes you all over the fucking world you hear me???
Paris has seen your face more than your local chick-fil-a
the type to buy you anything you look at
even if it was for a mili second
this explains how your closet is now overflowing with designer dresses
also, you're a curvy queen
listen closely
HE WILL BE BUYING YOU EVERY DESIGNER BODY CON DRESS TO EVER EXIST!
this is his fav so simple yet so effective (he's convinced you're trying to k!ll him)
that dress got you a fucking range rover babeee
and it also got you a few days of sick leave from the "unnecessary job" as Jaehyun likes to call it.
completely reaaranged your guts lmaoo
And the lingerie??
its tradition he buys you 10-15 sets every Friday
"Y'know daddy'll give you the world right?"
Lee Taeyong
9/10 (he was awkward at first lmaoo)
First off you don't know what he does
but the bitch got MONEYYYYYYYYYY
You met on a sugar baby app
you were just trynna make ends meet
he was just trynna get rid of the extra money he got
his first text to you seemed so damn auto mated lmaooo
"hello, I'm Taeyong! Would you like to continue this conversation?"
you were like "???"
but yk eventually yall kicked it off
gave you his card pin after your third date
"Anything you want Daddy will buy it for you okay?"
omfg
the type to set up an account for you just for your hair and nails
fucckkkkkkk
he even sends you what he wants you to get.
Just so yk
Them Fulani braids
will send him in a coma
he loves frenchies too
so expect alooottt of special requests
he expects to see your personal purchases on his bank statements
don't play with him.
got his bank statement once and dint see your daily coffee purchase
fucked you into oblivion just for that.
he pays your rent
and is also planning on buying you 2 cars for your birthday
one for everyday use
and the other for special occasions lmaoooo
"Just let Daddy take care of you okay?"
Nakamoto Yuta
11/10 (Bitch...it's literally Yuta)
You also don't know what he does
but as usual, he got money
somehow WEALTHIER than Jaehyun
Yall met through a sugar baby app
he was experimenting
and you were new to this
has a specific amount of money he must depend on you at the end of every month
over 200k
I said what I said
yes you are his sugar baby but he was very clear
when he told you that he is also the MAN in your life
ain't nobody supposed to have access to that pu$$y except him and you
got that??
s3x with him is surprisingly rare btw
he's wayyy too busy to be around you 24/7
hence the over the top 200k budget
always has eyes on you even when he isn't there
you went grocery shopping n the wrong side of town once
and he called you the minute you got home
"What did I tell you about putting yourself in danger princess? do you want me to come home early and teach you a lesson?"
probably the most possessive out of all of them
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Recovery - Chapter 27
Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction
Summary : Reader reunites with Em in Amsterdam, six months after their breakup.
Tags : Fluff - SMUT
MARSHALL’S POV
He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N. He couldn’t believe she was here, that it was actually her, standing in front of him. She was smiling, looking shy.
Hey, she whispered softly. Happy birthday.
Unable to reply, he immediately pulled her in a warm embrace, engulfing her in his arms. He needed to touch her, to make sure it was real and he wasn’t hallucinating. He held her tight and her face was buried in his chest that was still damp from the shower.
Is this real ? He whispered, his eyes closed.
Very real, she said softly.
Fuck.
He felt a tear roll down his cheeks. It was more emotions than what he could handle : touring for the first time in ages, performing and connecting with the fans, his daughters flying to Europe to surprise him for his birthday and now, Y/N. He had dreamed of this moment for six months, of the time he would finally get to see her. He wanted to fly to Paris to see her after the tour. There was no way he could be on the same continent and not try to see her in person. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not but he had to try. But obviously, she had beaten him to it and she was here. Actually in his arms, her skin against his. For the first time in six months, he felt able to breathe. She looked up and stared at him with watery eyes.
Sorry, he said as he wiped the tears from his cheek.
Is this ok ? She asked as she caressed his cheek with her hand.
Yes, he said as he closed his eyes.
He thought her touch would wake him up from a dream or that, perhaps, he would pass out. But it didn’t happen. He was just met with her soft touch, the sensation bringing him to his knees in a literal sense. He dropped to his knees and held her tighter than ever. In six months, she had gotten even tinier and it felt like he was holding a small doll. He heard people come in the corridor and he suddenly became very aware that he was half-naked, just out of the shower. He got up and pulled her in the dressing room before closing the door.
You’re actually here, he said in disbelief. What… I mean… How ?
Your daughters flew me in, she said with a smile. Happy birthday.
His eyes opened wide. His daughters had arranged for Y/N to come for his birthday ? Even Hailie ? It was the greatest present ever. Suddenly, his faith in God and whatever birthday genie that granted wishes was renewed. Not to mention his gratefulness for Hailie, Alaina and Stevie.
I don’t know what to say, he said, still amazed that Y/N was here.
I do, she said shyly. Marshall, I… I am so sorry that I left. I ruined everything and I am sorry that I put you through hell. And I’m here because… Well because Hailie can be really scary and convincing, but mostly because I love you and I cannot live without you. In the last six months, I have learned that I can stay sober through a lot of things, but one thing I cannot do is stay away from you. I need you, Marshall, because I think you might be the love of my life.
Once again, he found himself speechless. The only thing he was able to do was to pull her in for a deep kiss, holding her tight. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He needed to make sure she was here. She kissed him back with passion. He firmly grabbed her and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the couch. She was straddling his lap as he kept on kissing her.
I love you, he whispered. God, I missed you so much.
I missed you too.
He ran his fingers through her hair and admired her lovely smile. The same smile that had haunted his dreams ever since he had last seen her. They intertwined their fingers, kissing again and again. He was usually spent after each show, but he felt more energetic than ever.
Did you watch the show ? He asked.
I did, she said with a smile. God, you were incredible. No wonder why you have so many groupies.
None of them matter, he chuckled. You are everything, right now.
I’m yours, she replied softly. If you want me, of course.
Of course I want you, he said as he pulled her closer. I will never not want you. I love you so much.
He kissed her softly and stroked her cheek.
Are you sure, though ? He asked nervously. I don’t want to deprive you of anything…
I am, she said. I’ve done a lot of thinking and… Even though I’m a sucker for the white, picket-fence, cliché thing… You’re the one thing I cannot sacrifice. I think that what I want more than anything is stability and safety. You’re my safe space, Marshall. You. Yourself. And this means more to me than anything else.
I love you, he said.
They spent a while cuddling, hugging and kissing as they caught up on each other’s life. He told her about the album reception and the tour and how it was the only thing that had prevented him from drowning in the past six months.
I’m not myself when I’m away from you, he said. If it wasn’t for my girls and music, I would have gone crazy. I hate to admit it but… For the first 6 weeks after you left, I was a vegetable. I barely slept, barely ate, barely showered…
I’m so sorry, she said sheepishly. I never meant to hurt you…
I know, he said softly. I got better. I had Jamal and Talia take care of me. I stayed at their place for a few weeks after you left. Talia basically force-fed me.
They didn’t mention that, she said as she squinted.
I told them not to, he shrugged. But yeah, I owe them a lot.
So do I, she said. They’re the best. And I am so thankful that they took care of you. I just want you to be happy.
I’m alright, he said with a smile. Much better now that you’re here, obviously.
He kissed her forehead. Having her in his arms felt like everything was alright in the world. She was his medicine, the answer to his prayers. In this instant, he made a secret vow to himself. Whatever it took, he would never, ever let her go. As they cuddled some more, she told him about her life in Paris and how depressed she’d been. His heart sank as she talked about the dark thoughts she had, how tempted to use again she’d been. But thankfully, she had managed to stay sober. This made him proud and impressed. In the same situation, as early in her journey, it was almost a miracle. Or at least, he wouldn’t have been able to prevent himself, had the shoe been on the other foot. He looked at her with love and admiration.
You’re so strong, he praised her. You can be proud of yourself.
It’s only because I thought of you. You kept me sane, she said softly as she pointed to the sobriety pendant. It’s the thought of you that kept me safe.
I love you, he said emotionally.
Knowing that she had never stopped thinking about him gave him peace of mind. In the six months they’d been apart, he had imagined her with other men countless times. He imagined her being courted by every motherfucker in Paris. He thought that, in no time, she would forget about him. Thankfully, he was wrong. She remained his. He whispered sweet words in her ear as he stroked her hair. There was no way he would ever get enough of this. Time seemed to have stopped. However, they were disturbed by a knock on the door.
Marshall ? He heard Paul’s voice say. Time to go back to the hotel.
Coming, he said. Give me a minute, I’ll meet you in the car.
He kissed Y/N one last time, his forehead resting against hers.
Do you have plans for tonight ? He asked.
You’re the plan, she said with a giggle. I have a room on the same floor as you, in case you want me out of your hair, though.
No way, he chuckled. I’m not letting you out of my sight. Everyone’s having dinner in my suite. What do you think ? Do you want to join ?
Sure, she said. It’s your birthday after all. We can do whatever you want.
One word of you, though, and I’m kicking everyone out, he said.
It’s your birthday, Marshall. You should celebrate.
I already celebrated with the girls this morning, he shrugged. And I have the most amazing present right here. I don’t care about the rest. For all I care, we can ditch the whole thing.
I’m fine as long as I’m with you, she said.
So you’re staying with me ? He asked.
As long as you want me to, yes.
Forever, then.
He kissed her and got up in order to find a tee-shirt and a hoodie. He was on cloud nine. He usually had the biggest endorphin release after a show but this time, it was even bigger. As soon as he was ready, he got his things and grabbed his girl by the hand as they headed to the car. Everyone was waiting for them next to the cars that would take them to the hotel. He spotted his daughters and gently let go of Y/N to go and hug them.
Happy birthday, Dad, Hailie said with a smile.
Did you enjoy your present ? Alaina asked with a huge grin. It was either that or a tie…
You’re absolutely incredible, he told them. I don’t deserve such amazing daughters.
Of course you do. You’re the best Dad, Stevie said.
I love you, je chuckled. Thank you so much.
We love you too, Hailie replied.
He chuckled and grabbed Y/N’s hand again. At that moment, it didn’t matter that the whole crew was watching them. For all he cared, they could snap pictures and sell them to the press, nothing could keep him from her. Everyone got into the cars. He rode to the hotel with Paul, Y/N and his daughters. His daughters were talking as he simply enjoyed Y/N’s presence next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder as their fingers were still intertwined. He caught Paul staring.
You could have told me, his manager said with a smile.
Well, Paul, there’s a shit ton you don’t know about, Marshall replied with a grin.
Good to see you again, Y/N, Paul said politely.
You too, Paul, she smiled shyly.
He shook his head and chuckled. Paul had never failed to show his disapproval of Y/N, especially from the time they were photographed together. On a number of occasions, he had also voiced his concerns about her suddenly coming into his life and taking a lot of space. It was probably his job, as manager, but Marshall did not care one bit. Paul would have to find a way to be ok with Y/N, because she was here to stay.
When they met everyone back at the hotel, he introduced Y/N to everyone. Obviously, there were a lot of people on the team she had not met yet. She made small talk but she was obviously shy. Knowing her, he didn’t expect otherwise. He gently stroked her back, trying to put her at ease. She seemed a little starstruck by Skylar. He knew she liked her music.
She doesn’t bite, he said softly.
But she’s such a star, she whispered. I can’t be normal !
So you knew her music but not mine ? He asked, falsely offended.
Shut it, she said as she playfully rolled her eyes. It’s been a year and a half. I know all about your music now.
You’re even in it, he chuckled.
I still can’t believe it, she said. And it’s a track with Skylar Grey !
He chuckled and kissed her hair. She was absolutely adorable. He was happy she liked the track, too. He had put his heart and soul in it, it was raw and intimate and it was by far his favorite one on the album. It seemed to be a fan favorite, too.
So I finally get to meet Marshall’s girl, Skylar said as she sat next to them. Hi, I’m Skylar by the way.
Hi, I’m Y/N. I don’t want to be weird or anything, but I have to say I’m a big fan of your work.
You’re adorable, Skylar replied. Dude, how come you never told me you had a girlfriend ?
I have my secrets, he said in an enigmatic voice - of course he was not about to spill the details about their relationship.
Did you enjoy the show ? Skylar asked Y/N.
It was amazing, Y/N said softly. It was my first time seeing him perform. You were incredible, too. Especially for Track 12.
First time hearing your song live, he chuckled.
Wait, you’re the muse ? Skylar asked in excitement.
Shit, he had said too much.
Well, I-I don’t know about that, Y/N said awkwardly.
Don’t worry, I don’t mean to pry, Skylar chuckled. But seeing as he’s been a tyrant about this song, I was wondering who else was to blame.
A tyrant ? Y/N mused.
Oh yes, Skylar giggled. We recorded it at the last minute. I’d heard that the album was done, but I got a call from Marshall in the middle of the night, asking if I could be in the studio in Detroit the next day. I was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but he sent the lyrics via text and, when I read them, I knew I had to get on this, so I hopped in a plane. He was an ass in the studio because he had a very specific idea of how he wanted it to sound, but I’m happy with how it turned out.
That’s amazing, Y/N said. I thought you had written some of it, too.
Not a word. He wouldn’t let me make a single suggestion. It’s very unlike him, you know ? He usually lets me pitch a few ideas, but this time, it was all him.
Well… Me and you, Y/N, he said with a wink.
She blushed and he smiled as he kissed her temple, momentarily forgetting that other people were around. Obviously, his friends didn’t wait long before pointing out his unusual public display of affection.
Is that what turning 52 does to you, Em ? Porter chuckled.
Shut up, man, he said as he rolled his eyes. It’s my birthday, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.
Whatever dude, his friend said. It’s great to have our Y/N back. I’m happy for y’all.
I missed you too, Porter, she said with a smile.
They enjoyed dinner and conversation in the suite for a while and some of the team decided to go for drinks to celebrate the end of the tour. They had planned on staying in Amsterdam a couple more days in order to rest and enjoy the city. At some point, he was left with Y/N and his daughters, chatting and resting in the living room area. He kept the PDA to a minimum with his kids around, but he was still mindlessly playing with her fingers as she was talking to Stevie.
We should let the two of you enjoy your evening, Hailie said with a smile. See you tomorrow ?
Sure, he said. What’s the plan ?
Well we were planning on doing some shopping and visiting museums while you rest and enjoy with your girlfriend, Alaina said. Of course, the two of you are most welcome to join.
You should do it, Y/N told him. I’ll stay at the hotel and let you enjoy it.
You can come too, Y/N, Hailie said.
Are you sure ?
Well, we did have you come all this way, his daughter said with a smile. But whatever the two of you decide to do, you just have to be at the hotel’s restaurant tomorrow at 7PM sharp.
Why ? He asked.
Because it’s your birthday, Dad, Alaina said. Y/N, we’re counting on you. And please make sure he wears something decent. It’s your job now.
Everyone chuckled and he rolled his eyes. He hugged his daughters and thanked them again for the surprise. He was left alone with his beautiful girlfriend. She looked a bit tired.
Are you alright, beautiful ? He asked.
Yes, she said shyly. It’s a lot of emotions, that’s all.
Agreed, he chuckled. Now, how about we go to bed ? Let me cuddle the shit out of you, alright ?
Sure, she said softly. I’ll go to my room and get my things.
She left the room and, after a few minutes, he was overcome with anxiety. What if she didn’t come back ? He was staring nervously at the door for what seemed like ages. Thankfully, she came back after a while, looking somewhat troubled.
Are you sure you’re alright ? He asked.
Yeah, she said. I’m sorry, I think I’m just a little overwhelmed.
What’s wrong ? He asked as he took her hand.
I’m just awfully nervous, she said. I mean… It’s you, you know ? I’m so happy to be here and to be with you but my brain can’t quite process the fact that it’s real. And there were a lot of emotions. I mean, I saw you on stage, and the song, and seeing everyone again after so long…
Come here, he said as he took her in his arms. I’m so thankful that you are here. And there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me. You know I don’t bite. Well… Unless you want me to, that is.
She giggled and shook her head.
I think we just need to process, he said softly. How about we start with a warm shower ?
Ok, she said shyly.
He led her to the bathroom and he undressed while she stood there. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
Don’t you want to get in ? He asked.
Yes, she said. It’s just that… uhm…
What is it ?
I’m going to be naked, she pointed out.
Well, yeah, he chuckled. So ? We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, you know ?
No, I want to, it’s just… You haven’t seen me naked in a long time. And my body has changed a little. And… I’m shy, she said as she ducked her head down.
My body’s changed too, he said. But no matter how much your body has changed, I still think you are gorgeous. I won’t stare if you don’t want me to. If you want, we can even shower in the dark. I don’t care, really. I just want you close.
She nodded and slowly undressed herself. He tried hard not to look, even though he definitely wanted to. She got in the shower and he turned on the water before taking her in his arms. Being skin to skin with her for the first time in forever was absolutely amazing. Clearly, he was meant to be with her. It was the only explanation for how good it felt. Hot water was pouring over their bodies, as they embraced in contentment. They lovingly washed each other and he got to enjoy every inch of her skin, taking his time. He was in love with all of her and he wanted nothing but to take care of her for the rest of his days. When they were done, he wrapped her in a robe and hugged her.
How do you feel, my love ? He asked. Better ?
Yes, she nodded. So much better.
I’m glad, he said. Now, bed ?
She nodded and went to put her PJs on. He couldn’t help but think it was a shame. He would greatly enjoy being skin to skin with her. Plus, if she was cold, he would gladly warm her up... However, he understood that she was a bit nervous and self-conscious, so he didn’t want to rush her. He put on a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt and they got into bed. They laid next to each other in silence. He found himself nervous, not knowing if it was him or if her nerves were rubbing off on him. Perhaps it was also the fact that he had gotten used to sleeping alone again. He hadn’t been this nervous in bed since his first time sleeping with Kim, more than thirty-five years ago.
I’m so glad you’re here, he said softly.
Me too, she replied. Can I come in your arms ?
Of course, baby, he said with a smile. Come here.
She curled up next to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying her presence.
It feels like I’m home now, she whispered.
So am I, he whispered back. I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’re my girlfriend again.
I am, she chuckled softly. I can’t believe we’re public, too…
Shit, he said as he suddenly realized. I’m so sorry… I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t even ask you if it was ok. Fuck. I’m so sorr-
It’s fine, she giggled. I meant what I said. You’re the love of my life, so I don’t care who knows about us or not. I’m proud to be your girlfriend.
And I’m so proud to be your boyfriend, he said. You have no idea.
Are you ? She mused.
Of course. I’m in awe of you and everything you do, he said. You’re a fucking doctor. And you’ve come so far with your sobriety. And you’re here. And the fact that you exist, being as beautiful inside and out, is proof that there is a God and that he is good. Your existence is as marvelous as the galaxy and you are as amazing as the stars.
Oh my God, she whispered. That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.
She kissed him. At first, it was soft, but as seconds went by, it became more passionate. He was kissing her bruisingly, hungrily. He gently put a hand underneath her tee-shirt, stroking her back. He needed to feel her skin, to touch her. He needed her.
Let me show you how amazing you are, he whispered. Let me make love to you.
Ok, she whispered shyly.
He took his time undressing her and caressing her body, getting acquainted with it again. She had gotten skinnier but she was just as beautiful. He kissed every inch of her, worshiping the goddess that she was. He kissed her passionately as he positioned himself at her entrance, ready to make her his again.
Wait, she said suddenly. Do you have condoms ?
Shit, he said. No. I’m clean, though. Are you ?
Yes, she said. But I stopped taking the pill a while ago.
Fuck, he groaned in frustration.
I’m sorry, she said sheepishly.
It’s fine, he said. I can wait.
Hold on, she said softly.
She took him by surprise by pulling his arm and had him lay on the bed as she straddled him. They were rubbing against each other as she explored his body with her hands. She was running her hands across his chest, gently scratching it. He wasn’t actually in her but the sensation of intimacy was incredible. He gently massaged her small breasts, teasing her nipples just the way she liked, causing her to moan. She was rocking her hips, rubbing against him. He was rock hard and, if she kept on going, he might very well come this way. She started kissing him, from his neck to his chest, to his hips, to his shaft. She gently stroked him, looking at him in the eyes while doing so. He was mesmerized by the vision of her going down on him. Six months without her touch was too much. Nothing else compared. She slowly started licking him, taking her time. His hand was lost in her hair while he was completely dazed. Maybe it was the emotions of the day, the fatigue of the show, his undying love for her or the fact that she gave blowjobs like no one else, but nothing had ever felt this good. He gasped as she took all of him in her mouth and started sucking.
I’m not going to last long, baby…
Come for me, she said softly. I love you.
As soon as the words left her lips, he could not control himself. He came all over her pretty face and chest. The sight of his cum on her was extremely hot. Still, he felt a little bad.
Shit, I’m sorry !
It’s fine, she giggled.
She playfully took some of the cum on her chest on her finger and started licking it. He didn’t know he could be so aroused by this sight, but it drove him absolutely crazy. He pulled her on the mattress and kissed her passionately. She was incredibly hot and he needed to make her his, one way or another. He wanted nothing more than to make her scream his name. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs, asking for permission to go further. He could feel how damp she was. He had missed her scent, the softness of her thighs… He couldn’t resist placing a bite on the inside, causing her to gasp. He chuckled and started licking her, relishing in her taste he had missed so much. He may have had a slice of cake at dinner, but she was the real dessert. Her moans were music to his ears and they only got deeper as he slid a finger inside her. Seeing how wet she was, he immediately added another one. To be fair, he could probably fit two more. He was fingering her as he sucked on her clit, encouraged by her noises. Her thighs were wrapped around his neck, preventing him from going anywhere. Not that he wanted to, anyway. He could feel that she was on edge. He worked his tongue even faster, giving it all he had until she exploded, coming all over his face and chest while she screamed his name. He had to forcefully spread her legs to finally be able to get some air. He chuckled as he saw her face. She looked almost shocked.
You alright, babe ? he chuckled.
God you’re incredible, she whispered as her head hit the pillow.
So I still got it ? He asked with a smirk.
You know you do, she giggled.
I love it when you scream my name, baby, he said with a hint of pride. You’re mine.
Yours, she said softly.
He kissed her forehead and took her in his arms. Both of them were sweaty and messy but he couldn’t care less. She was his. He kissed her gently.
Don’t, she groaned. I think I still have cum all over my face.
I don’t care, he chuckled. You could be covered in dirt, it wouldn’t prevent me from kissing you.
Mmmmh. Still. I don’t want to be messy.
God you’re such a princess, he said as he playfully rolled his eyes. Come on, let’s take a bath.
He went to the bathroom and drew a bath, adding some epsom salts he usually used to recover from shows. With time, he had built his own routine to make it easier on his body. It also worked wonders for post-sex baths. She joined him, looking all disheveled, causing him to chuckle. He engulfed her in a hug and kissed her hair.
I missed this, he hummed.
The sex ?
No, he chuckled. I mean, yes, obviously, but I meant I missed your post-sex face.
I missed you so much, she whispered.
You won’t miss me anymore, he said with a smile. Because I’m going to make sure we’ll never be apart again.
They got in the bath and he sighed in pleasure. Before her, he hated aftercare, but he had obviously missed this. Bathing and showering with her had become one of his favorite activities in the world. Not necessarily because they could have sex, but because he truly enjoyed their intimacy. He gently cleaned her and massaged her back as they soaked in the water.
Thank you for taking care of me, she whispered dreamily as she nuzzled his neck.
From now on, I swear, I will spend my life taking care of you, he said softly. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m not letting you go ever again.
#eminem#marshall mathers#slim shady#eminem fanfiction#eminem x reader#eminem fluff#eminem imagine#marshall mathers x reader#marshall mathers imagine#marshall mathers headcanons#recovery fanfiction
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Can I just speak for a moment about how much I love my own future au for miraculous like guys its what I fall back on when all else is tired. I need to talk about it! Just the idea in general of the future lovesquare children — all the possibilities
Like look how sneaky she is - so cringe fail at all times
The au is primarily focused around the Emma - Adrien relationship. Adrien’s complicated feelings around his lineage and his renouncing of the cat miraculous while his daughter worships the old heroes -especially Chat Noir (and then becomes one herself). That as Kitty Bell, she tries and tries and tries and fails to be a hero like Chat Noir but she’s not like Chat Noir. She isn’t good at being Chat Noir and it’s so obvious to her that Plagg is disappointed. But she doesn’t fully understand that her desire to be like the old heroes is holding her back, she needs to be herself. When Plagg says she’s not like Chat Noir it isn’t him asking her to be more like him, it’s asking her to stop trying to be him.
And Adrien, oh Adrien, who just wanted to keep his family safe. Never thought any of this could return. Thinks at least his daughter is safe, at least there are new different heroes protecting them and they can’t be his daughter because he’s a better father than Gabriel so he’d notice. He should notice but he doesn’t until it’s too late and he has to find out her identity in the worst of ways.
And I need to write a fic on it so I can just finally feel it.
I doodle and draw them all the time and I’m redesigning everything as we speak. Literally drawing Ladybird and I can’t wait to talk about her too. The love square is so so gay in this I need you to understand. Kitty calls her Birdie (and my lady of course) and Birdie says ‘ma belle’ and so many more. And and I wrote them to do this I can’t be this obsessed
I want this to be a Paris haunted by the past. So fucking scared that it’s coming back. They saved the day 20 years ago but that doesn’t mean things were happily ever after and ooooooo things are just so fucking sweet and fucked up. And the young people just don’t get why people are so afraid. It’s all lalalala until the first big battles hit.
There’s so much in my brain I just can’tttttttt
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Buggy has such an intense "I support women's rights AND wrongs" energy, I headcanon that he is friends with every woman the Roger pirates have ever interacted with, Shanks was running around playing badass pirate and he was sitting in a corner letting Toki braid his hair or Shakky pinch his cheeks or Rouge feed him and coddle him. His first thoughts of the Rayleigh and Shakky union is that Shakky is too cool for his old ass. He thinks Alvida's misandry tyranny is hilarious, that Perona is just darling and that Nami might have swindled him but she at least had the correct pirate spirit. He is low-key a misandrist to me and women in universe love him the same way Paris Hilton loves chihuahuas in a pink outfit
Have you considered that Buggy is the GNC queen and gender isn't a thing for them? Because I do. I do think so. Gender does not matter to him. Unless it's about women because women are better than men. His gender? Unknown. Whatever he feels like at the moment. But if you ask him, women at least look good doing what they do and men are just- Iugh. (Funny enough, he ends up with Shanks/Crocodile/Mihawk and Alvida is all like "Dude, not men-" and Buggy is like "I am sorry. I know").
You know that scene from Hercules? Hades saying "HE'S A GUY!!!!". Well, that's Buggy's energy to me. That Joey scene from Friends saying "You got pregnant for funny? Dina... If he's funny... LAUGH!". That's it. He just fucking hates men. And honestly? Valid.
He was the bestest friend of Toki. I just know he told her everything that bothered him about Shanks and she had to sit for hours thinking "I know what you are". He keeps thinking that Shakky and Rouge are too good for Rayleigh and Roger. I just know he has the most amazing all-nighters with Alvida literally only talking shit about others. Perona comes to see Mihawk while the Cross Guild is in a meeting and Buggy loves her. Whenever somebody asks him about the Strawhats he gets all defensive and talks shit about them except about Nami bc she's just like him fr.
I just think Buggy is the type to hate men but just because he admires women too much. Also, he's frightened of them, so that's something.
#buggy is enby to me or something#gender? clown. his pronouns are ha/ha.#no but really buggy is too gender to be a man i wanna look like him so bad#and also he's the bestst friend of women#you know the whole 'dogs are a man's bff'? well buggy is the bff of women#one piece#buggy the clown
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I really enjoy your meta and look forward to more mclennon analysis. Out of curiosity, you mentioned that you think they started being physical in 1964 - is there a reason why that year specifically? Personally, I've always thought they started sleeping together in 1963, and my reasoning for that is they seem much closer in videos/photos, not to mention it was the year they "broke through", so to speak.
Would love to hear your thoughts on that!
Hmm well I guess it depends on how they, and we, define their sex life. John and Paul were sexually intimate starting since they were teenagers because John brought Paul into the group wanks. (tbh it's a miracle Paul didn't brain John with something heavy thanks to all that Winston Churchilling.) There's really no telling how it progressed from there, anything is possible with these two. Until Paul tells us the details (and I do not put it past him) then he and John could have been hooking up at literally any point in their relationship. When I think of them getting physical with each other, I'm thinking of them getting each other off with intent and purpose, and considering the style of the time this would mean penetration. Everything else can be handwaved away.
I pick 1964 because of this post: https://www.tumblr.com/got-ticket-to-ride/739464905120497664/its-the-anniversary-day-of-john-and-paul-in-paris?source=share
It's just something about it, y'know. John and Paul are in their city. They stayed up all night and well into the morning and then slept deep into the afternoon, almost evening. And then as GTTR says, "And then they emerge from their hotel room looking like a newlywed couple."
Well, there's just a certain satisfaction radiating off them isn't there?
But I do see your point: why wouldn't they be hooking up earlier? Why wouldn't it escalate physically before this? Why would they wait until Paris 1964?
I have a few reasons, they are admittedly flimsy but since we are all just making shit up then it's fine, right?
Julian was born in 1963. I've read bits and pieces of Beatles 1963 by Rees and that book is full of little chunks about John running home to see Cynthia and the baby (usually not even for a full night/day because he was so busy.) Their schedule is also packed, they are constantly on the move especially during the night because this is where they had to start being smuggled out of theaters and such. So I genuinely think that John and Paul did not have the time or the space to have sex with each other.
I know I am saying this when they had time to hook up with groupies between shows but considering who John and Paul are, and what they mean to one another, I just struggle to imagine them acting that way with one another. They would want to take their time with one another and get it right. They're hopeless romantics at heart, they're both deeply enamored with the idea of "you're special, you're different" so I genuinely think they would want to take their time with each other physically and do it right. I don't think they had that time in 1963 with the way they're running all over the UK.
Then there's the Absolute State of John and Paul's relationship in 1963. Remember that the halcyon days of Paris are way in the rearview mirror at this point. In 1962 Stuart died, Cynthia got pregnant, and John had to get married to save her reputation. I can't imagine Paul reacting well to any of this though I'm sure he put his cheery stoic mask on.
Then in 1963, Julian is born. Barcelona happens and John seduces Brian to get the songwriting credit that he wanted and screws Paul out of their deal. Considering this is something Paul is still angry about to this day, I can't imagine how he blew his fucking top at John when he found out that May:
I don't think Paul was in the mood for any hooking up in 1963. John has a baby with a woman, is married, then he fucks off to have a gay experience with their manager and then when he comes back he's screwed Paul's side of the business on the downlow? I would be on the fucking six o' clock news lmao, John would not have escaped my wrath. It's really no wonder Paul made a specific point of hooking up with Jane Asher isn't it? He was making a point to John specifically and John seethed about it.
However I do think that something happened in 1963 that healed the rift in the Lennon-McCartney relationship:
Paul got sick from the gastric flu and he fainted dead away in the dressing room. John was very upset and was seen pacing the room when the doctor arrived to check on Paul. This is how we know that Paul actually fainted for real, if he was just feeling feverish John would be concerned but maybe not like that.
@james-winston has a pair of really fantastic posts about the aftermath of the fainting incident that I have taken as gospel and I fully apply this to any McLennon analysis I write about this period. The key point though is this:
I have a headcanon that Paul being sick caused something to happen between John and Paul that left them both feeling awkward around each other. I don't think it is was sexual, I think it was more likely that John (who thought he was cursed to have all the men he loved die on him) was afraid something might happen to Paul, and reacted emotionally to it.
This all took place in November, after the Wooler thing, after the burn from Barcelona has had a chance to soften, after they both have had time to get used to the idea that Julian exists and has a place in their lives now. I think this was enough to mend things between them. And you know what else happened the night Paul fainted?
Brian secured The Beatles their spot on Ed Sullivan:
So once Brian comes back and tells them the news, John and Paul flip right back into the honeymoon phase. The wounds of the past are forgotten (for now) and they're right back in each other's pockets. I think it's around this time period that Paul was taking photos that now make up Eye of the Storm.
TBH I can imagine John and Paul hooking up at this date. If someone looked at this and said "well this looks like a prelude to sweet love making to me" then that's perfectly reasonable. There's some suggestive photos in Eye of the Storm where Paul is taking John's picture from what looks to be a bathtub while John makes faces at him. It could have been then, absolutely.
But I like the idea that Paul wanted to wait until the next year. 1963 was rough on all of them and he and John are both big on getting new starts. Wait for 1964 to roll around. Brian says we're going to Paris in February. I can wait until then.
And just this once, it was worth it.
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AN: Let’s GOOOOOO
Synopsis: Once Jack made his intentions clear to you, it was too late and you needed to put some distance in between the two of you not wanting to get hurt any longer. He finally confesses why he did what he did, but is it enough for you to give him a second chance?
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It had been about a week and Urban knew that something was wrong with his best friend no matter how many times he would brush him off. He knew Jack like the back of his hand and could tell what kind of mood that he was in and it was only a matter of time before he broke down and told him so he decided to confront him about it first.
They had just finished a match at Mockingbird Valley when he finally cornered him because as far as Urban could see, this had gone on long enough. .
“That’s it. What the hell is wrong with you and don’t say nothing is wrong because it isn’t true.” Urban blurted out and it was taking everything for Jack to keep it together.
“Y/N.” He simply answered without expanding or giving more of an explanation.
“Oh, what about her? How’s she doing? Did you make her your girlfriend yet because I don’t know why the fuck it’s taking you so long. We literally all have bets on when it’s going to happen and your mother started it, but don’t tell her I told you that.” Normally, Jack would have laughed but in that moment, he knew that he fucked up and that you even speaking to him was probably never going to happen again.
He didn’t know what he was going to do without you. It had only been a week and he honestly felt like his life was already falling apart. You had been a part of his daily routine for almost two years, so the fact that it wasn’t the case anymore was obviously going to bother him.
Once you left out of the hotel suite in Paris, Jack simply sat on the bed and played with the Cartier bracelet that he had gifted you and sitting in silence.
You had given it back and left without another word no matter how many times he told you to keep it.
He bought it for you and it was yours.
There was no way in hell he was about to give it to someone else.
Tears escaped his eyes when it hit him that this was all his fault and that he should have told you sooner.
But one thing that he couldn’t believe was that you thought that he didn’t love you which couldn’t be further from the truth.
He did love you.
He was in love with you even though he definitely didn’t go about it in the best way. When you mentioned that all he did was take and kept going, he had a realization.
You would do anything for him and you would drop whatever you were doing if he said that he needed you. He did spoil you to no end, but what he failed to do was give you that same treatment in return. He had been selfish and was only focused on his well-being while not even bothering to look at the entire picture to see that you were in fact hurting too.
Hurting because of him.
Which is the last thing that he ever wanted to happen.
“She… well… we basically had a break up.”
“Break ups are for people who were in relationships. It was your fault, I already know, but go on.”
“URB!”
“What?! Only telling the truth!”
“She got fed up with me because I’m scared to commit to her.”
“And did you tell her why?”
“No.” Jack quietly muttered while scratching the back of his neck.
“What the hell? Why not?! That was the perfect opportunity for you to tell her. Y/N is amazing and she’s not going to hurt you like that other girl that we don’t speak of.”
“I’ve been blowing up her phone nonstop and leaving messages and she won’t give me the time of day.”
“I’m actually surprised she stayed this long. That girl loves you and you love her. Anyone can see that. You let her get away and it’s no one’s fault but yours.”
“Do you think you could talk to her for me? I’m out of ideas and don’t know what to do.”
“Me talking to her is supposed to do what exactly? It seems like her mind is made up. HOLD ON, this happened while you two were in Paris?! I thought this was the trip where you were supposed to ask her to be your girlfriend! Cartier bracelet, anyone? That shit we had to search around for for months!”
“I was supposed to but then… I asked her to come on tour with me instead. I got nervous.”
“You have got to be the biggest dumbass I know.” Urban answered while hanging his head and all Jack did was sigh.
“From that point on, her entire demeanor changed and we got into this huge argument. She gave me the bracelet back too.”
“Can you blame her? You’ve been stringing her along for almost two years and she finally realized that she deserved better. We all told you to tell her how you felt.”
“But, she’s mine! She’s my girl and no one else’s. Where the hell is she about to find someone better that does all the shit that I do for her? I only saw my future with her and no one else! I don’t want anyone else!”
“Oh, is that so? So, where’s your girl now?” Urban asked while taking in the surroundings and throwing up his hands in disbelief.
“She blocked me on everything. My next move was to DM her from my other instagram.”
“It is going to take some sort of miracle for her to talk to you again and forgive you. Man the fuck up and tell her how you feel.”
“But, what if it’s too late?”
“As long as your ass is breathing, it’s never too late. However, if it is, you have no one to put this on but you. That girl would do anything for you and you took advantage of that shit. But I mean you do crazy things for the people you love. Just… if she ends up giving you a second chance, I will kick your ass myself if you mess up again, best friend or not and I know your mother will help me. Now, if you want her back so badly, go to her.”
“Will you come with me for backup?”
“I’m coming with you for one reason and one reason only. To get those raspberry cheesecake cookies she makes. Let me text her now to ask her if she’ll make some for me. I’ll tell her I have a photoshoot to do in Atlanta and ask her if it’s okay to come by and see her. The two of you better get back together for all this unnecessary stress you’re putting me through.”
Jack was anxious the entire flight and getting on Urban’s nerves. It was to the point where when they finally touched down in Atlanta, he was the last person that he wanted to be around, however, one thing that he was always going to do was support his best friend. Your boutique wasn’t far from the airport and Jack was getting more and more nervous as they got closer.
It was now or never.
“Y/N!” Urban exclaimed as he told Jack to walk a few steps behind him and let him enter the boutique first just in case to soften you up.
“Hi, Urby.” You quietly answered as you reached up to hug him.
“Y/N…. Please don’t take this the wrong way. Only telling you this because I care about you, but honestly? You look the same way Jack does. Like absolute shit.”
“It’s going to take some time, but I’ll be okay. Here let me grab your cookies from the back, hold on.”
Once you came back out, you handed the container to him, but you felt like he wanted to say something else with how nervous he looked. That could only mean one thing and you immediately sighed knowing where this was going.
“You brought him with you didn’t you?” You asked and Urban didn’t get a chance to answer because you heard his voice from behind you.
“Y/N, baby, please talk to me.”
“Welp, that’s my cue. Thanks for the cookies, Y/N, and Jack I’ll be outside.”
“URBY!”
“Talk to your man.” He responded as he was stuffing one of the cookies in his mouth and walked out the door.
"Y/N, come on. Are you just about to ignore me forever?"
You muttered a quiet "fuck" under your breath before turning around to be face to face with the one and only Jack.
Urban wasn’t lying, both of you looked like absolute shit.
"If that's what it takes then yes. One less headache that I have to deal with." You answered him while shrugging.
It was taking everything in you not to reach up and hug him so you took a few steps back so that you wouldn’t be tempted.
You should have known that this would be one of the first places he looked when you decided to stop answering him since Atlanta was like a second home to you and this was where you would spend most of your time.
"I.. you know how much you mean to me."
"Do I? I don't think I was asking for too much, but at the very least, I deserve an explanation. I don't only want half of you, I want all of you or nothing."
"You have me!"
"No, I have the idea of you being a hopeless romantic who is scared as hell over his own feelings. You literally do everything that someone does in a relationship with me, but…. you just expect to string me along like it's nothing!? But oh, I mean so much to you, right?"
"Babe…"
"Don't call me that unless you mean it and right now I don't know if you do."
“I do mean it and I do love you! I’m in fucking love with you!”
“Jack, just leave me alone. I’m tired of this.”
“That’s all you have to say?!”
“It took you how long in order to be able to tell me that?!”
“I was scared, okay! I…. I know you aren’t like her, but… I…. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we got into a relationship that ended with both of us being hurt. You don’t deserve that.”
“But we weren’t even in a relationship and you ended up hurting me anyway.”
“I thought that if we did everything without the title, it would be easier for me to move on just in case you didn’t want to be around me anymore. Now saying this outloud, it literally makes no fucking sense, but this is where my mind was! I wouldn’t be able to take getting cheated on and used again. I know you wouldn’t do that to me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you along the way, but I did! And I don’t want to be without you. Please just give me another chance. I will do anything for you to forgive me. You’re it, you’re it for me. The wife that I always envisioned was you. You were never a placeholder because you were already in your rightful place.”
“Jack…”
“Please, baby. One more chance? I promise everything will be different this time around.”
“Stop calling me that because I’m not your baby.”
“But….”
“I… I need time away from you. What you just told me was a lot to digest and I… I love you but you already knew that. Right now, I can’t give you an answer.”
“Y/N…” Jack once again felt his eyes brim with tears and once you noticed, you quickly followed suit.
“I don’t want to simply tell you no just because I’m mad at you because that wouldn’t be fair. I need time to think about it.”
“Well, how much time?”
“I don’t know, Jackman. But only being away from you for one week is not enough. I can definitely tell you that.”
“That’s fair.” Jack responded and wiped away his tears with his sleeve seeing as his eyes were now red and they matched perfectly with yours.
“I just thought this would have played out differently.” You quickly said and Jack simply nodded.
You had seen Jack cry plenty of times before, but this… this was different simply because he was crying over you. That was the last thing that you had ever wanted to happen.
“Just.. whenever you’re ready I’ll be here. But um, here.” Jack simply placed his house key in your hands and you started to shake your head, but he wouldn’t take it back from you.
“No, ba–, sorry, Y/N, keep it. Because when you’re ready to give me an answer, you’ll know where to find me. Even if we don’t end up being together like I want us to be, you’re still my person and my safe haven. I meant it when I said that I’m always going to be here for you. I’m sorry that I hurt you and I’m sorry that I hurt us.”
Now, both of you were full blown crying in the middle of your boutique and you were happy that you didn’t have any customer appointments at the moment. The next one wasn’t for another hour and that would give you enough time to get yourself together.
You simply nodded as Jack stepped closer to you and he was actually surprised that you didn’t move away.
He placed a kiss on your forehead before quietly leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“I love you and I’ll be waiting for you. No matter how long it takes.”
When you had gotten home that night, you were laying down in your bedroom, playing with the key in your hands.
You could leave and get on a plane right now
But no, you had to take your time to think about this and think about what would be the best thing for you.
You were pissed, hurt, but the love you had for Jack wasn’t going to go away overnight and truth be told you didn’t want it to.
He said no matter how long it takes.
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Jack was determined to keep himself busy in hopes of getting his mind off of you, but it just wasn’t working out in his favor.
Urban thought him getting ready to go on tour would be the perfect distraction, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
When he was around others, he was putting on a good front and not letting anyone catch on to the fact that he was definitely in a depressive state, but he had to keep going no matter how much all he wanted to do was lay in his bed and think about you all day.
Performing did help and it let him put his focus elsewhere at least for a few hours, but when it was over it was right back to square one.
And that’s when PG definitely noticed something was wrong.
They were reaching the end of tour and with the last show being in Atlanta, Jack was hoping that you would show up.
He let his team know if you were to magically appear and attend any of his shows to let you through with no problem.
There were a total of three shows left and you hadn’t shown up once, but he was still holding out hope. Any time he had an event in Atlanta, you always made sure to show up and support him.
You had unblocked him on everything although the two of you really weren’t communicating often. The last thing Jack wanted to do was for you to feel as if he was smothering you.
“Yo, where’s your girl?” 2fo finally asked, seeing as it’s been awhile since he had mentioned you when he would normally talk about you all the time.
“We’re not really talking right now.” Jack quietly answered while taking another swig of his sparkling water.
“Oh?” Shloob said while looking over at him in disbelief.
“She um, she wanted some space from me so that’s what I gave her.”
“Don’t worry about it. There’s plenty of other girls. But I mean, there’s really no one like her and she is the whole package but….”
“Shloob, I get it.” Jack said not wanting for him to go on any further.
“Look, she’ll come around. She loves you and all of us can tell.”
“Yeah, but I probably waited too late to tell her the same thing in return.”
Just then Jack's heart skipped a beat when he saw that he had a text from you and immediately opened it.
You- Just wanted to wish you luck for your show tonight. Been seeing little clips from the entire tour and I’m so proud of you. We’ll talk soon.
Jack- Thank you, I appreciate it. Have you been okay?
You- I’ve been making it. Take care of yourself, Jackman.
“She’s done with me.” Jack exclaimed while throwing his phone to the side of the couch and Urban immediately picked it up to see what he was talking about.
“What the? How the hell did you get that from a simple text message?” He asked while looking over what you had sent him.
“Take care of yourself? She might as well had left me blocked for all of that.”
“Your ass is reading entirely too much into this. And you’re about to give yourself a coronary with how worked up you’re getting over this. Take this as a victory, she unblocked you and she’s texting you back. And the first thing she says is that the two of you will talk soon.”
“She doesn’t want to be with me. Not after everything I did, or didn’t do in this case. And I don’t have anyone to blame but myself.”
“And answer Maggie because she asked me why you’ve been dodging answering questions about Y/N when she asks. You know she already has her outfit picked out for when the two of you get married.”
“Well, she’ll definitely be disappointed when I tell her that it’s probably never going to happen.”
“Maggie is definitely going to kick your ass because she already calls Y/N her daughter. Hmm, maybe she can marry Clay instead so that way she’ll still be in the family.”
“Don’t start.”
“It was just a suggestion!”
“A suggestion that’s about to get your ass kicked.”
“Don’t get mad at us because you fucked your girl over no matter how many times we told you to tell her how you feel.”
“We have to be real with you. Been that way since day one and that’s not about to change.”
Jack’s phone started ringing in Urban’s hand and his eyes went wide when he saw that it was a facetime call from you and quickly shoved it towards Jack and screamed at him to answer it.
“IT’S HER! ANSWER IT!”
“WHAT DO I SAY?!”
“I DON’T KNOW, SOME MUSHY ASS SHIT TO GET HER TO FORGIVE YOU! HURRY UP BEFORE SHE HANGS UP!”
Once he hit accept, he saw your beautiful face come into view and he had to do a double take.
You had cut your hair and it was now burgundy, which he remembered saying that you were going to do once it got closer to fall.
“Y/N…”
“Hey, you by yourself?”
“Um, give me a minute.”
Jack then went into the back of the tour bus where he knew that he would be able to have the most privacy. He closed the door behind him before sitting down and continuing his conversation with you.
“You cut your hair. You look so gorgeous.”
You gave him a small smile and felt your cheeks growing hot.
He still had that same effect on you and you definitely weren’t surprised.
“Thank you, I decided that it was time for something different.”
It was quiet for a few seconds when Jack couldn’t help himself and blurted it out.
“I.. I miss you.”
“I miss you too and I just wanted to call and check on you since it’s been awhile.”
“So, have you given any more thought about what I said?” Jack asked hopeful.
“I have and I’d rather speak with you about that in person and not over facetime.” You answered being completely honest.
“Oh, okay… ummm..”
“For No Place Like Home I designed a few outfits for you to wear so I’ll get one of my assistants to bring them and make sure that you get them.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that. But…Wait, you’re not coming?”
“My schedule is tight and I’m due to be in Milan that Monday so I’ll probably send Alicia.”
“Well, what about the Atlanta show?”
“I’ll still be in Dubai.”
“Wait, you’re in Dubai?”
Jack had taken both of you there after you two had been “seeing” each other for a year.
You didn’t even get a chance to answer Jack as he heard a male voice call for you.
“Y/N! You ready? It’s almost 6 and it took me forever to get these dinner reservations.”
Jack couldn’t see his face, but his heart immediately dropped to the floor.
“I’m ready, just give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.”
Jack wanted so badly to ask who that was, but one thing he didn’t want to do was get you upset with him and bottom line, it really wasn’t his business.
“I have to go, but I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“Okay, I love you.” Jack said loud enough hoping that whoever was in the room with you could hear him.
Your heart immediately skipped a beat.
“I love you too. Have a good show.”
Once you hung up, you turned around to see your cousin, Terrell, staring at you and smirking.
“Oh, that was lover boy, I take it?” He asked as you were slipping on your shoes.
“Yeah, been thinking about going to see him. Maybe I will go for his show in Louisville on the 18th. Been missing him and I figured that it was time that he got an answer from me.”
“You can do whatever you want, you’re the boss and I’m just here to assist you. If you want to go and see him, go ahead. I can finish up everything here and if I need to ask you anything, I know where to find you.”
“T, I love that man to death, but what if….”
“We’re not doing the made up scenarios in your head. He lost you once and he would be an actual dumbass to do it again. I mean you see how hard he’s trying. He’s giving you your space while also checking on you from time to time. If he wanted to move on, he would have. It’s been what? Almost four months? You must have a chokehold on this man and some bomb ass pussy because what man do you know is going to wait that long?!”
“I just want to make sure that I’m making the right decision. In not so many words, he told me that he wanted to marry me. And I'm ignoring that last part.”
“Well, shit…. When are we going to start planning? Hurry up and tell this man that you want to be with him before it’s too late.”
All you did was sigh as the two of you hopped on the elevator to ride it down to the lobby in order to catch an uber to the restaurant.
“You know what? Forget this. Your ass is going to be in Louisville on the 18th and I’m booking your flight as we speak.”
“But Terrell!”
“Stop being scared and putting yourself in your own way. How are you ever truly going to be happy if you continue to do that?”
“I… guess you’re right.”
“I can’t wait to meet him and by that phone conversation he probably thought you had a new man and that’s why he said that he loved you so loud. So that I would hear it.”
“I noticed that too, but he should know better than that. At the end of the day, I’m always going to choose him.”
“Well, shit honey. Then after dinner, we got a man to get ready for. What’s his favorite color?”
“Purple.”
“Oooh shit, I got ideas brewing and he isn’t going to know what hit him.”
Your heart was beating a thousand miles per hour as you were playing with Jack’s house key in your hands. It was around 3 in the morning on December 17th and there you were standing outside of his house looking like an actual creep. You didn’t know how long you had been standing there, but it was long enough to realize that you couldn’t feel your face anymore.
It was now or never.
You took a deep breath before inserting the key and turning the knob and walking into the foyer.
All you could do was pray that you weren’t too late.
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