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holylulusworld · 4 months

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Dinner for two

Summary: You don’t eat alone this year.

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, grumpy Bucky, fluff, mentions of cheating ex-boyfriend, unnamed ex (you can imagine whoever you want)

Catch up here: Dinner for one

“That was not nice of you, doll,” Bucky holds the door open for you to enter your favorite restaurant. It’s another Friday night and you meet up with Bucky for dinner. “You said it’s a Clint Eastwood film but there were no guns, and he didn’t kill the bad guys.”

“I said it’s a movie with Clint Eastwood. I never said that there would be violence and guns,” you point out. “The Bridges of Madison County is a wonderful movie.“

"They didn’t even end up together.” He huffs but gently grabs your hand. Bucky squeezes it tightly. “A bad ending.”

“No. I mean, yes. They didn’t end up together, but you know that in the end, they loved each other for the rest of their lives. It’s so romantic.” You sigh deeply.

“Y/N, that’s not romantic,” Bucky grumbles. “It’s not a good ending if they suffer for the rest of their lives because they can’t be together. I don’t like it.”

“Hmm…maybe you are right. I think the movie is about making decisions too, you know. This man, who traveled the world, crashes into her life and sweeps her off of her feet. Her husband is not very attentive, and her kids don’t even let her listen to her music. No wonder she falls for the tall and interesting man.”

“Tall and interesting,” Bucky feels his heart flutter as he guides you toward the table reserved for you and him. “Do you like tall men too?” He pulls the chair for you, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly. “The appearance doesn’t matter to me. I like people because they are…nice.”

“You’re too cute,” he sits on his chair, just like every Friday night to smile at you. “Come on, be honest. What did you like about your last boyfriend?”

You frown and drop your gaze. Talking about your ex-boyfriend is still a sensitive topic for you. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Sorry, doll. I shouldn’t have asked. So…uh…what do you like about me?” He reaches out for your hand to stroke your skin with his thumb. “You can be honest with me. We are friends. Right?”

“Best friends,” you hastily say. “I love our Friday night dinners and that you watch stupid movies about unrealistic love stories with me. And I like your eyes. They give away if you are angry, grumpy, or sweet.”

“Sweet?” He smirks. “You think I’m sweet, doll?” Bucky takes your hand to bring it to his lips. “I think you are even sweeter and cute.”

You pout. “I can be bad too. Last week I yelled at my neighbor because he wouldn’t quiet down the music. I was badass.”

“I bet you scared him,” he pecks your hand again. “But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. It’s our first anniversary. One year ago, we had dinner together for the first time.”

“I remember and,” you open your handbag to get a beautifully wrapped gift out, “I got something for you, Bucky. Thank you for being such a good friend, and more. You always make me smile, and cheer me up. If not for you, I’d be eating alone, my teddy bear my only companion. I hope you know that the time we spent together was precious to me.”

“Doll,” Bucky clears his throat. He takes the gift you offer to him. “I got something for you too. I-I don’t know if you will like it, though. It’s just, I can’t keep it a secret for longer.”

“Please open the gift. I hope you’ll like it,” you softly say, and pat his hand. “It’s okay, Bucky. I think I already know.” Your features sadden, and you swallow thickly.

Whatever Bucky wants to tell you, seems to be important and you want him to remember the time you spent together before he tells you about the woman you saw him with last week.

Bucky unwraps the gift, he gasps and swallows thickly as there is a heart-shaped key in the box. He lifts his eyes from the box to look at you.

“I wanted to give you the key to my heart but…” You wipe your eyes. “I saw you with that beautiful woman and know now, that you don’t feel the same.” You hold up your hand when Bucky wants to say something. “It’s alright, Buck. This is not your fault, but mine.”

“Baby doll,” Bucky almost knocks the chair over when he gets up to hurriedly crouch down in front of you and grasp your hands to pepper kisses on your skin, “that’s not what I wanted to tell you. You’re precious and important to me. That woman was my best friend’s wife, Sharon. I asked her for advice on how to tell you that I want to be more than your friend.”

“More than my friend—” you sniffle while searching his face. “Do you mean it?”

“Yeah,” he rasps. “I know you are still hurting because of that douchebag but I’m willing to wait all my life if only you give me the chance to love you. Because I love you, Y/N.”

You whimper. “I love you too,” you throw yourself at Bucky and press a kiss on his cheek. “So much. I abandoned my bear and told him that you are my best friend and protector now.”

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. Bucky held you many times in his arms – but this is the first time after he confessed his feelings. It feels different but wonderful. “Do you still want to eat with me?”

“Of course, Mr. Barnes. I’m starving,” you choke out. You’re a little overwhelmed by your emotions and don’t know what else to say.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers and means it as you hold tight to each other for a little longer.

“So, this is our sixth official date,” Bucky states as he looks at the menu. He smirks as you nervously shift in your seat. “Doll, relax. We both know that you can’t do anything wrong. I even let you change my interior.”

“It was awful, and you love your new bedroom,” you tease, and chuckle when his features darken.

“I love what we do in my bedroom,” he flashes you a smirk, making you feel hot and bothered. Bucky has this talent to make you go weak in the knees with only a smile or the look he gives you.

“You mean cuddling.”

“I mean cuddling,” Bucky grins and looks back at the menu. “Hmm…if I want dessert I should start with something lighter tonight. I wanna have a second dessert at home.”

“Bucky,” you say, and look around the restaurant. You don’t want the whole restaurant to know that Bucky is an enthusiastic pussy eater. “Not in public.”

“What?” He feigns innocence and puts his hand on his heart. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” he leans closer to whisper, “or naughty.”

“You’re a naughty man, and you know it.” You both chuckle and reach out for each other’s hand to hold it. “I love you, naughty man.”

“Love you too, doll,” his features soften again, and you see the Bucky only you get to see. The soft and caring man behind his stoic demeanor and grumpy attitude. “Now, what do you want to eat.”

“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”

Bucky is alerted the moment you stiffen and your smile fades. “Baby doll, is everything okay? Is something wrong?”

“I knew it was you,” the man breaking your heart almost two years ago dares to step toward your table. “You look, wow…great.” He flashes you the brightest smile that used to make your heart race. Now there is no reaction. All you do is huff and shake your head.

“Hello,” you coolly reply. “How have you been? I thought you were still in Tokyo and trying to conquer the world.”

“Aw, baby,” the woman he left you for joins your unwelcome reunion, “you didn’t tell me you met some friends.” She stiffens as her eyes land on you. “Oh, it’s you…”

“Bucky, may I introduce my ex-boyfriend and the woman he cheated on me with to you,” you put on a fake smile. “They were about to leave us alone so we could enjoy our date night.”

“Date night?” Your ex splutters. He looks at you as if you lost your mind. In his fantasy, you never get over him and live a lonely life.

“Yes, date night,” Bucky slowly gets up from his chair. He’s an impressive sight when angry. He squares his jaw and offers his hand to your ex. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes,” Bucky smirks darkly as your ex furrows his brows. “If you would excuse us now, me and my lovely fiancé want to dine and enjoy our night. I believe you have plans too.”

“Yes…we are…you know…busy,” your former best friend stammers. She grabs your ex’s hand and leads him away from your table.

“You little shit lied straight to his face,” you snicker. “I didn’t get the memo. Since when are we engaged?”

Bucky shrugs. “I’m planning a spring wedding, doll. So, if you have time let’s plan a wedding,” he casually says and looks back at the menu. “What do you say?”

“I’m all for chicken parmesan, but you can eat whatever you want,” you smile to yourself as your boyfriend nervously shifts in his seat.

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N.”

“Hmm…” You nod thoughtfully. “I think May is the perfect season for a wedding. It’s warm, but not too hot.”

Bucky takes your hand to press a chaste kiss on your skin. “I promise to never hurt you like he did. You are the one for me and I’ll prove it every day of my life.”

Final Part: Dinner for three

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wowconradfisher · 11 months

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all of the girls you’ve loved before

pairing: min ho x reader

genre: slight angst, best friends to lovers, they are both so dense to each others feelings..

summary: being best friends with KISS’s resident “heart throb” is not for the weak. falling in love with him isn’t either, so what happens when the line between best friend and boyfriend becomes too blurred?

a/n: hi hello i am back from the dead. i’m convinced this acc is just gonna be a jenny han-iverse fic acc bc if not conrad then i’m writing about min ho. i have ended school so i hope i am more consistent with writing! feel free to send in requests + questions btw :D i hope u guys enjoy this silly fic that is also based off a taylor swift song hence the title!

Sitting outside of your best friend’s party that he throws every year was not something you thought you would be doing. You were convinced that this time was going to be different, and maybe just because you were seeing Min Ho in a different light, he would see you too. Here you still were, all dolled up but with no guts to walk into the party. You sighed, thinking about how pathetic you might be looking at the moment to anyone walking by. It was annoying in your opinion, just a month ago you couldn’t stand the thought of being with your best friend but now you’re starting to second guess and think more about the times you’ve spent together.

It was about 2 weeks ago when you and Min Ho, well more so you, started kind of overthinking the things you two would do together. You used to think that it was just regular best friend things you did, like talking about your past lovers and flings, laughing about all of the late nights you both have spent on your own having lame fights on the phone. But then you start thinking about the other nights, sneaking out past curfew and holding onto each other's hands in hopes of not getting caught. Or the way he would treat you the way he would never treat anyone else, allowing you to see his softer side, doing silly things like letting you do his skin care after he knows you’ve been crying in his bathroom about some dude that said “loved you” not knowing how carelessly he’s throwing out the words that mean so much to you. You see yourself doing the regular “best friend duties” like never saying bye to each other because you know you’ll be seeing each other again anyways, but you know it shouldn’t bother you when you see the new transfer student Madison write your best friend’s name in a heart all over her assignment.

You shook yourself out of your daze and stood up, you knew it was wrong for you to be feeling this way about your best friend and there was no reason for you to start feeling this way now. Looking at your phone’s reflection to fix up your makeup, you took a deep breath and confidently made your way to the venue. Walking in and seeing a bunch of lights and loud music was expected, but tonight your goal was to forget about how you felt and let the universe tell you what to do.

“Excuse me ma’am who let you out looking so good?” a voice spoke from behind you while tapping you on the shoulder.

You turned around and to your surprise it was one of your other close friends, “Q oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in like a week!” you exclaimed while pulling him into a hug, not failing to notice Florian behind him. Once you pulled away you waved at the other male who signaled to his flask, basically asking you if you wanted a shot. You grinned and suddenly all of your prayers had been answered and your night had begun.

If you were being honest, you knew you weren’t a light weight. You always thought of yourself as someone who could just drink enough to not be a heavy weight and be at the perfect level of tipsy where you can feel the buzz. This is the point where you had to go out to the dance floor because of how free it made you feel, not a single care or worry in the world. That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see a guy, a random one you have never seen before around KISS. You could admit he was a bit attractive but not as attractive as Min Ho.

Looking up at the stranger you let out a forced smile, “Hi?” you spoke, but sounded more like a question

“Couldn’t help but notice a pretty girl dancing all by herself, you looking for someone to dance with?” the guy asked as he tried to put his hand on your waist.

You backed away before you suddenly felt someone behind you put their hand around your waist, “Baby I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a boy spoke with an accent you could recognize anywhere. Looking up, you let out a soft genuine smile at the sight of your best friend.

Min Ho cleared his throat and saw the guy was still there, “Hey man I don’t know if you noticed but she’s my girl, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit on her,”

The guy furrowed his brows at Min Ho before quickly realizing who he was, “Oh shit sorry man I didn’t know,” he quickly muttered out

“You’re lucky I didn’t have you kicked out. Now leave us alone, yeah?” Min Ho replied, shooing the other guy away.

Once the guy was gone, Min Ho held onto your hand and led you to a more secluded area away from the party. He looked at you and caressed your cheek, “You okay Y/N?” he spoke softly

You looked up at your best friend and took in the way he looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel so delicate, like you were the only person that mattered to him. You broke out of your daze and just nodded at him, “Thank you Min, I think it’s time for me to head out now though,” You spoke

Min Ho frowned, but it looked more like a pout to you, “But I just found you,” he spoke, “and we didn’t even get to dance yet,”

You took his hand that was on your cheek and held it, “I know, I’m sorry I’m just not in the mood for it anymore,” you replied softly

After hearing your response, it was like something in Min Ho clicked, causing him to hold your hand again, “Okay, let’s go then,” he spoke like it was no big deal

“Let’s go? What do you mean? Like you’re gonna just ditch your party?” You asked in disbelief

He nodded, “Uh yeah duh? Why would I stay at a party that my best friend doesn’t even want to be at?”

There was that word again, it just keeps dangling over you and taunting you everytime you think you guys could be something more than just friends. Hearing his response just made you let out a small smile. Him pretending to be your boyfriend just lets you have a glimpse of what you weren’t but what you could be, truly it does break your heart but what can you really do about it. After that night, he just dropped you off back at your dorms, you didn’t even have the energy to invite him in like how you guys usually do. It did feel awkward just leaving him but you needed this. Your heart needed it.

You did feel bad for ghosting everyone. It had been a week since the party and you needed to shut down and take time for yourself to really think about what you wanted to do about your feelings for Min Ho. After being by yourself for a week and doing your work online, you felt like you really did learn a lot about yourself, and that in order to get over your feelings for your best friend, you had to accept that you had those feelings in the first place.

During this week of you ghosting everyone, you weren’t the only one in question about their emotions. Min Ho to say the least has been snappier than ever to everyone. Most times, whenever you were around he would be at his nicest, you were someone who humbled him and brought him back to Earth but without you? He truly was something and someone you did not want to cross. The boy is a mess, he doesn’t know how long ago you guys haven’t talked for this long. Even if it was just a week, it felt like years. One thing Min Ho will do for you but never admit or do for anyone else is giving you space.

If he’s being honest with himself, he tried so incredibly hard not to fall for you or do anything that can potentially jeopardize his relationship with you but the moment he saw you at his party looking the way you did dancing on the dance floor, he knew he was done for. That’s why the whole week he has been so upset with himself for doing what he did that night, for calling you baby, for pretending to be your boyfriend, all of it, because now you weren’t even talking to him. It wasn’t until you texted him asking if he could come over where he finally felt the feeling of anxiousness leave his body.

Min Ho was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, debating on when to knock. That was until you beat him to it and just opened the door after hearing his shuffling from behind the door. Genuinely you were surprised, you didn't expect him to show up so fast, and with your favorite flowers too?

"Hi Min," you spoke with a smile before opening your door to let him in, "Come in please, you've been here countless of times so don't get shy on me now,"

He chuckled, taking off his shoes before stepping into your dorm, placing them among your other shoes and then following you to your room. Before sitting down, he handed you the flowers, "Here Y/N, I got you your favorites,"

"What's the occasion Min?" you asked taking the flowers and admiring them before placing them on your lap

"I just missed you that's all," he replied before sitting down next to you

You cleared your throat and started fiddling with your hands, "Min Ho I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while," you spoke, "But if I'm honest I want to say I'm sorry for ghosting you for a week, I just needed time to figure out what I was feeling,"

Min Ho grabbed onto your hands and held them, preventing you from fiddling with your hands and causing you to look up at him, "It's okay Y/N, you know I would give you all the time in the world," he replied

Staring into his eyes, you knew you had to say it now or else you would never want to say it, "Min Ho, I'm in love with you," you said feeling so much lighter with that confession alone, "I think I always have been, but I wanted to be sure of it before I told you. I don't know when it exactly happened, but at one point the lines between being my best friend and wanting something more with you started to blur. So please tell me now if I'm just overthinking this whole thing and maybe I'm the only one who feels this way but-" you spoke before Min Ho leaned in to kiss you.

Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you closed your eyes finally kissing him back, melting into his touch and putting your hand onto his chest. If you could describe what the best thing that has happened to you, it would be this moment alone. The way your lips moved together in perfect synchronization, like you were both made for each other. Truly it could not compare to anything you've ever felt before.

Once you both pulled away, your forehead rested against Min Ho's, "You drive me crazy Y/N, I never even thought I had a chance with you but I'm so thankful all of our past romances led me here to you," he spoke

You smiled at his response, "So does that mean you love me too?"

"I love you more than words can describe, I mean I can show you in actions too?" He replied with a smirk

"Min Ho!" you gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder

He laughed at your reaction, "I'm kidding! I mean unless you were serious?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at the boy you were thankful to be in love with. At least this time you were sure this would be real.

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itsrheasgirl · 10 months

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CAN’T GET CAUGHT

Requestie for the bestie, @0bsessioncntr.

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2903

SUMMARY: YOUR ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY WAS MEANT TO BE SPENT ON A BEACH IN BALI— NOT IN THE GREEN ROOM OF THE MADISON SQUARE GARDEN, BUT AFTER A SCHEDULING CONFLICT RHEA HAD SOMEHOW CONVINCED YOU TO POSTPONE YOUR CELEBRATION FOR A FEW DAYS. EVEN THOUGH RHEA’S WORK ALWAYS CAME FIRST, SHE KNEW JUST HOW MUCH THE TRIP MEANT TO YOU AND DECIDED TO GIVE YOU A LITTLE SURPRISE TO TIDE YOU OVER.

TW: Smut Warning (18+) Teasing, Choking, Fingering, Praise.

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Both your palms pressed down against the bathroom countertop as your shimmering gaze ran over your reflection in the mirror. Your current surroundings wasn’t exactly where you’d expected to be on your one year anniversary, but a conflict with Rhea’s schedule had left you attending her match in New York City and not sipping Pina Colada’s on the beach in Bali.

You’d been planning the perfect anniversary vacation for weeks— so you knew that your actual anniversary date would be spent in a stuffy arena instead of tanning under the glistening sun, but Rhea had promised you no work talk for a whole week when you finally got on that plane to paradise.

Pulling your long curls into a high ponytail, you lean in closer to admire the neatly written MAMI on your cheek. You’d taken to showing support for your girlfriend by embellishing your flesh with her name, the sign of affection always causing the alpha female to secretly swoon.

Lifting your gaze slowly as you heard the bathroom door open behind you, Rhea’s sapphire hues catch your own in the reflective glass before you as a devilish grin claimed her lips.

“There you are.”

Eyes locked with her mirrored reflection, you cast Rhea a warm simper before pulling your focus back to your own image in the glass.

“What are you doing here?”

You flick your gaze to Rhea’s reflection before looking back at yourself once more to check the perfect lines of your flushed glossed lips.

“Your match is in twenty minutes, shouldn’t you be backstage warming up or something?”

You questioned the sassy tone in your voice as the words left your lips, not sure if it was lighthearted enough. Batting full lashes as you made eye contact with Rhea’s reflection once more, your lips threatening a gentle smile as she crossed her muscular arms across her chest.

“Oh, you have an attitude today?”

Rhea’s purred as a manicured brow arched skyward before she gave your form a quick up and down with a impish gaze, her plump tongue coaxing over her front teeth with an eat shit smirk.

Slowly crossing the bathroom floor in your direction, Rhea didn’t once take her darkened eyes off you. She always looked so sultry when she wore makeup, her natural beauty only heightened by the purples and blacks that were painted across her lids. Gently nibbling at your lower lip as the desire in Rhea’s eyes burned at your skin, you spin on sneaker clad feet to face her dead on. Each of her steps seemed to take for what felt like hours, time keeping you apart as some kind of torture.

You wanted her near you, you desired to touch her and feel her fingertips against your skin but she should be focusing on her job and not keeping you entertained. There would be plenty of time to celebrate each other on your trip.

Craning your neck upwards as Rhea came toe to toe with you, you fell back slightly to rest against the sink countertop. Rhea towered over you as the smell of her perfume flooded your nostrils, the intoxicating aroma causing a pool of saliva to form on your tongue quicker than you could swallow it back. Even after all this time together, she still intimated you with her power and stature.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your tone dripped with innocence as you peered up at her through full lashes. Your fingers slowly curling around the counters edge, you flinch slightly as in one swift motion Rhea snapped her arms out either side to you— caging you in place against the countertop.

“Now now lover, we don’t have time for games.”

Your palms move to smooth over the soft skin of Rhea’s biceps, fingertips dancing across her shoulders before securing around her neck. Reaching up on your tiptoes, you press your lips tentatively against her own before dropping back to the ground.

“No lipstick tonight?”

Your brow arched slightly at the only imperfection to Rhea’s otherwise flawless makeup, a cheeky grin plastering her uncolored lips as she leant down to whisper softly against your earlobe.

“Didn’t want to make a mess.”

Before you had time to react you feel the feverish heat of Rhea’s lips as she began to devour your neck in heated kisses, a soft whimper vibrating from your chest as you gripped your nails into the subtle flesh of her shoulder blades. You forgot to breathe as Rhea’s hungry kisses turned into sharp nips and eager sucking against your fragile flesh, your head cantering backwards as your girlfriend left her mark upon you.

Your heavy lids fell closed as your spine arched slightly, the aggressiveness of Rhea’s hunger for your skin causing a throaty moan to break through your lips. You hadn’t noticed Rhea’s arms move from your side until her lips retract from your throat and your eyes snap open. Watching curiously as she joined her palms behind her back. Was that it? She was going to rial you up like that and then leave you?

Jutting out your lower lip in a playful pout, you continue to watch her with caution. It wouldn’t be the first time Rhea had tempted you with her womanly ways before disappearing to some work thing.

“I thought we didn’t have time for playing games. Don’t tell me you’re done already.”

A throat chuckled vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she gave you a quick up and down, her palms reemerging to grasp at your hips and effortlessly lift you up to sit upon the sink counter.

“Just getting started, baby girl.”

Rhea purred as her muscular frame took a small step back. You hadn’t noticed the purple bandana in her grasp until she handed it towards you, a small hum leaving your throat as you tentatively reached out to grab it. It was very common that she’d used the small square of fabric in your intimate moments and it didn’t bother you one bit.

Slowly coiling your fingers around the cloth, you chew playfully at your bottom lip. What would it be used for this time you wondered as you awaited further instruction.

“Which sense do I lose this time?”

An eat shit smirk captured Rhea’s lips as she closed the space between you once more, slipping in between your thighs as her heated lips returned to the hollow of your collarbone. Even the slightest touch from her caused you to whimper in desire and this time was no different, your forearms draping over Rhea’s shoulders as you tilted and angled your neck to allow her the best access. You couldn’t imagine what your neck looked like right now, undoubtably the flesh would be embellished with purple and blue bruising by the time Rhea was done. Mami always left her mark.

Painfully slowly, Rhea’s kisses moved back up your neck towards your jaw. You wanted her to kiss you, to feel her lips against yours. Gently craning your neck in attempts to meet her lips, you gasp as Rhea’s fingertips grip around your jaw and turn you away.

“Come on now baby girl, you know the rules.”

Tugging your earlobe softly between her pearly whites, you swallow back a moan as Rhea released your jaw and took a step back.

A devilish glimmer flashed behind Rhea’s gaze as she fixated on her masterpiece, admiring the chain of bruises that claimed your throat like a necklace.

“Be a good girl and put that on for Mami.”

Rhea’s tone dripped with authority as her sapphire hues flicked down to the bandana in your gasp, her plump tongue sliding over her lips before she turned her back on you to head over towards the bathroom door.

Following Rhea’s orders, you chew eagerly at your lower lip. Bringing the purple cloth up to cover your eyes before tying it tightly behind your head, pulling your ponytail free as the soft sound of a click from the door lock muffled through the fabric into your eardrums.

You could only slightly hear the sound of Rhea’s footsteps as she crossed back towards the sink, a tremor running up your spin as her palms slid over the expanse of your thighs. Her touch always caused your skin to pimple, her fingertips like fire and ice against your flesh.

Losing your eyesight caused all your other senses to heighten, making every inch of your skin hypersensitive to Rhea’s touch as she danced her fingertips over the exposed flesh of your thighs. You hated when she tempted you, but more often than not the reward was worth the wait.

“Please don’t tease me.”

You purred as your palms felt around for her own, a soft whimper parting your lips as she slaps your hands away. Rhea didn’t like to be rushed when it came down to pleasing her woman, but her match started in fifteen minutes and you didn’t want to be left high and dry when her job pulled her away.

“Patience princess, let Mami work.”

You could feel her nimble fingers toying with the lace between your thighs as her lips once more returned to the supple flesh of your jugular vein, pearly whites grazing against the pulse point like a lioness waiting to devour its prey.

You hummed softly as Rhea parted your thighs further so she could push her thumb against your sensitive bud, your hips arching towards her as you swallowed the pool of saliva that collected on your tongue.

You wanted to call her name— beg her to just take you but you’d already been warned about the rules and knew to wait until the right time.

Rhea’s thumb paused as she felt your hips shift, the fiery sensation of her lips at your throat disappearing in an instant and were replaced with a firm grip. The pads of her fingers finding just the right spots to make your toes curl.

“Mm—”

The pressure against your throat tightened slightly as the fingers near your core twitched.

“What’s a matter, baby?”

She was testing you. You knew what she wanted but you were more than ready to give it to her, you didn’t want to wait any longer.

Inhaling a shallow breath as Rhea’s fingers slipped skillfully beneath the lace of your panties, you roll you hips eagerly against them.

“Mami, please.”

Rhea slowly curled the tips of her fingers around your jawline, craning your neck down to press her lips feverishly against yours. Her plump tongue wasted no time invading your mouth, as she gently caressed your entrance with two fingertips.

Your tongues battled with dominance against each other as she gently inserted her fingers into the tightness of your core, your back arching and you head falling back as a soft moan parted your lips.

Rhea’s classic eat shit grin claimed her lips as she began to slowly pump her fingers up and down against your slick walls, her warm breath casting across your skin as she moved closer to whisper in your ear.

“That’s my good girl.”

Rhea’s grip still remained locked around your neck as she sucked the shell of your ear between her lip, her two fingers increasing their speed as you greedily rolled you hips. You expected punishment, Rhea hated being rushed and insisted on taking her time with you but the desire to have your girlfriend bring you over that edge was currently in charge.

“Awe, what do you want baby.”

Rhea purred, her lips moving to suckle at the soft spot below your ear as she waited for your response.

You could already feel every muscle in your body beginning to tighten, Rhea’s skilled fingers keeping up their rhythm as you gripped your fingers around the countertop. You wanted more— no, you needed more and you knew just how to get it.

One of your palms moved to snake into Rhea’s slicked back tendrils as you gently forcing against her hold around your throat to find her ear, your voice slightly labored as you spoke.

“I want you, always.”

A throaty chuckle vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she turned into your lips, her palm that clung to you throat dropping to rest upon your thigh as the pace of her fingers quickened.

Curling her fingers against just the right spot, Rhea kissed feverishly against your lips as a plethora of muffled moans fought from your chest. Each pump of her fingers tightening the tension in your stomach like an elastic band waiting to snap.

Breaking your kiss as you pant for air, your hips begin to grind against Rhea’s fingers once more. The fingertips of her free palm gripping onto your leg as to hold you still, you whimper in need as she continued to curl her fingers deep inside you.

“Pl— please, Mami.”

You whimpered as you hips continued to rock against her, desperate for her to bring you to completion.

“Please.”

You panted again. Your fingers tugging at the length of Rhea’s hair as her lips pressed heated kisses along your jaw.

Your begging was like music to Rhea’s ears as she continued to add more to her artwork upon your flesh, her rhythm slowing down only slightly to make you squirm. She was being such a tease and you knew it, but you had limited time and she couldn’t keep you waiting forever.

Tugging at Rhea’s hair to pull her from your pulse point, you tightened your hold to keep her head in place. If you couldn’t get what you wanted, she wouldn’t get what she wanted.

Rhea’s lower lip rolled beneath her teeth as she fought back to urge to stop all her actions all together, the idea of leaving you so close to release flashing through her mind as you gripped tightly to her hair.

“Demiii..”

You whined, wiggling your hips in eager desperation as a throaty chuckle vibrated in Rhea’s chest. Her slender fingers retracting from your upper thigh to coil back around your throat like a serpent.

“Want to try that again, baby girl?”

You knew exactly what she was referring too. When it came to your passionate moments it was always Mami and never Demi, she thrived off the power and you always enjoyed giving her dominant control.

“Mami— I..”

A soft moan from your chest vibrated against Rhea’s palm as she tightened her grip, her lips morphing into a devilish smirk as she watched you intently.

“I ache for you. Let me cum, please.”

Your back arched towards Rhea as she slowly slipped a third finger into the tightness of your core, your slick walls tensing around each digit as she increased the speed of her actions once more. Each pump of her fingers pulling you back towards the edge, towards the euphoria that you craved so much.

A plethora of moans pulled from your throat as you released Rhea’s hair, moving your palm to place it on top of her own as you encouraged her to squeeze tighter. The less air you could consume meant for a higher high when the band finally snapped.

Each thrusting motion of Rhea’s fingers wound up the tension in your stomach, your legs beginning to tremble as you could feel your climax drawing closer and closer.

“Fuuck..”

You purred, as your palms slammed down against the counter to grip tightly at its edge. Your toes beginning to curl and your head lulling back as Rhea’s tight hold around the column of your throat remained fixed.

The edge was close, you could feel it pulling you. Coiling one of your legs around Rhea’s waist you rest your heel in the small of her back as she increases her thrusts, the pad of her thumb finding your sensitive bundle of nerves and rotating counterclockwise.

The extra pressure against your clit caused you to inhale sharply, a satisfied chuckle parting Rhea’s lips as she leant forward slightly to hover her lips against your own. Whispering gently before pressing them together in a heated kiss.

“Be a good girl and cum for Mami.”

Your lips moved against each other in perfect unison, your tongues returning to explore each others mouths as your grip against the counter loosened. Your fingers winding round the back of Rhea’s neck to keep her close as you hips bucked for the last time.

The tension in your stomach reached its breaking point and you let out a pleasured moan as you released yourself over Rhea’s eager fingers that continued to pump through your climax, your head craning back and breaking your kiss as your nails dug into the supple flesh of her neck.

A soft whimper left your lips as Rhea retracted her fingers from deep within your slick walls, your fingertips moving back to play with the ends of her hair as you tried your best to level your breath.

You legs trembling and your inhales labored, you swallow the saliva that pooled on your tongue. A small flinch traveling down your spine as you felt nimble fingers against your ear, the brightness of the room causing you to squint as Rhea removed your blindfold.

“You did so well, princess.”

Rhea uttered as the pads of her thumbs moved to stroke against the apples of your cheeks, her lips curving into a warm simper as she leant forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple before whispering against the shell of your ear.

“Happy Anniversary, baby girl.”

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this is something i’ve been really thinking about. we need more poc representation in media and franchises. not a new talking point i know. but walk with me. not every black girl feels she can relate to sasha or layla or madison. some black girls relate more to cloe or bloom (or stella or tecna… see my point???) or kennedy. (which is fine!) but often times among friend groups, the poc gets pinned as the character that looks closest to them (which is sometimes way far off, ie. i don’t think i look like sasha as a black girl) instead of being able to relate to a character that both looks like them AND shares traits and style. and it’s not just a girl thing. men of color shouldn’t feel like they have to be “black power ranger” to go to a costume party. poc get pinned into a very small pool of characters and it’s not fair.

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Spotless: Fermata

Chapter Five

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Chase the waiter

Word Count: 1815

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Dean casually getting dressed in front of the reader, third wheelin', Dean is a smooth motherfucker, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

Divider courtesy of @cafekitsune

The glossy finish of Dean’s desk stuck to the sweat of your palms as you sat on the surface, waiting for him to finally decide on an outfit that Bela wouldn’t roll her eyes at the moment she saw him. He had been going through his wardrobe in front of you for the better part of an hour and you were both on the cusp of entirely different versions of frustration. He strutted out from his massive closet, pants undone and flashing you the same pair of boxer briefs you had been salivating over all morning. His shirt was open, showing off his one and only tattoo, high on his peck as he futzed with the collar, trying to get it to lay right and then he started to button.

“Can’t believe you set me up with some hoity toity wardrobe Nazi,” Dean grumbled a repeated accusation in a new and more colorful way.

“Don’t give me that crap, I know how much you like playing dress up,” you shot back.

He spun and glared at you. “Traitor. Even Charlie knows this dog-and-pony show is not the same as fighting orcs in the valley.”

You put on a face of mock sympathy. “You poor, poor thing, having to wear the free shit designers send you out in the wild.”

Dean flipped you off with one hand while tucking in his freshly buttoned shirt with the other. The way his shoulders stretched the gray fabric was more distracting than the thickness of the offensive finger.

“I’m not wearing a tie for fucking coffee,” Dean griped.

“No, you’re not. People’d think you went to church first and the last thing I want to start is cult rumors for either of you.”

Dean hopped on the balls of his feet as he zipped his fly, finally standing before you in an acceptable outfit. You looked him over as he fiddled with his cuffs.

“Roll them up, shows off your arms,” you coached him, as he went between glancing in the mirror on the back of the door to across the room for your appraisal.

Dean chuckled, but did as he was told.

“So, you calling in the paps or just seeing who catches on on their own?”

“I’ll have Bela post something, showing off you and her plate with a tag to the restaurant. I might snag some candids just in case, but I’m guessing you’ll get noticed.”

Dean dug through his rack of belts as you talked. “Can’t you get fired for leaking photos to the press?”

“Technically that is my job description, dude. But honestly? Only if I’m making extra money off of it— or if my boss decides to be a bigger dick than usual,” you sighed, avoiding scrolling through your phone as it buzzed next to your hip.

Dean smirked. “I’ll show you a bigger dick than—”

“None of that, god, Dean, shove down the locker room talk for like two hours. Please?”

He rolled his eyes and threaded his belt. “When it’s go time, I will be fucking angelic. I promise. I’ll show everybody what a gentleman I am. But you can’t just toss me a perfect spiral and get mad when I run with it.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “You hate football.”

Dean marched back across the room with a pair of Italian leather ankle boots and sat on the edge of his ridiculous bed to put them on. “No, I hate the televised corruption of football. It shouldn’t take twenty or thirty minutes for a two minute drill. But I wouldn’t say no to landing the Halftime show of the Super Bowl.”

“Noted.” You fell to the temptation of your phone, now that more of Dean was hidden than exposed. Bela had texted you twice, both with mirror selfies, you snapped a picture as Dean finger gunned his reflection to send back. She replied with a stream of positive emojis and you barked a laugh.

“What?!” Dean demanded.

“Outfit approved,” you spun your screen so Dean could read Bela’s response and his stupid face went from concentrating to smug in two seconds flat. He waggled his eyebrows at you but you stole your screen back before he could go scrolling through the conversation. His finger hung in the now empty air.

You typed a simple ‘you’re welcome’ to Bela and put your phone aside, screen down as Dean started on his hair in the en suite bathroom. You hopped off the desk and slinked into the doorway, bored and anxious in equal measure.

Staging public appearances had always been a hit or miss with Dean.

“You gonna be alright being Sam’s third wheel? I know you want to make this seem like it’s just me and Bela out, but we could still make it a group thing.”

“I’m so not dressed for an outing with Bela—”

Dean huffed as he washed the product from his hands.

“And we really need the focus to be on you, less distractions, better angles for candids, all that crap,” you said, professionally side-stepping the question.

“Yay,” Dean muttered with mock enthusiasm.

“You love the spotlight, remember?”

“Not the same thing. But I guess I have to live with it, don’t I?” Dean lamented, waiting for you to move out of the doorway and lead the way downstairs. He called for Sam, telling him that it was time to go over his shoulder. Something had shifted between you and you felt every ounce of his regret at the forced circumstances like it was a second skin.

Sam’s laugh, somewhere to your left, drew you out of your careful scrutiny of Dean’s posture across the patio. Madison had been telling a story, and though they both knew you were only there for work purposes, you still felt guilty for ignoring the conversation. You turned and faced the table and took a sip of your coffee. Sam gave you a squint, but didn’t say anything about your sudden return to reality, bless him.

“I think I’m going to do the eggs benedict scrambler. What are you thinking, Y/N?” Madison reminded you to look at the menu.

“Uh, I think I’m leaning more towards lunch, actually,” you said, because you really hadn’t processed anything on the laminated list in front of you.

Sam sipped his fresh squeezed grapefruit juice and you tried to speed read as your waiter returned with a cheerful look on his face.

“How’s it going over here? All set to order?” His name was Chase and he either was a bodybuilder on the side or he was an actor, which didn’t really take skill to parcel out in L.A., but it was still obvious.

Sam, the traitor, answered happily, “sure thing. I’ll have the kale frittatas and could we get a pitcher of Bloody Marys, please?”

“Okay, then,” Madison chuckled, shaking her head at Sam trying to get her tipsy in the middle of the day.

“Definitely, man,” Chase the waiter replied, typing in the order on his tablet. He then turned to Madison, which earned him an appreciative smile as your eyes darted back down onto the options.

You didn’t bother listening to what she ordered, too busy deciding on something you could eat without too much distraction. There was a certain columnist at Rolling Stone whom you wanted to get back in her good graces and if you could get her a good enough shot of Dean being Mister Charming, the better.

“What about you, doll?” Okay, you didn’t have an ounce of a fuck to give to this waiter who probably thought he was being slick.

“I’ll take another water and— the DELICIOUS BREAKFAST SELECTION with wheat toast.”

“Got it. Alright, that’s all in and I’ll be back with your drinks in a sec.” Chase finally left, freeing you from scripted social interaction. Sam gave you a reassuring head tilt and turned back to Madison. Both of them were polite enough to not point out you did not actually order a lunch selection.

Bela and Dean were near the railing of the patio, perfect for visibility from passersby, but what caught your attention most was that they seemed to be genuinely smiling at one another as they talked over their meals. The urge to join them welled up, to know what had two people so close to you so amused, to be included in their tiny bubble. You stayed put, managing to snap a few pictures of them before the table next you was seated.

So far, it felt like it was working.

The rest of the meal went by in a blur, you checking your phone more than was strictly polite but neither Sam nor Madison seemed to mind. The waiter continued to be a little extra, but all you cared about was the couple of people that had gathered across the street not so subtly snapping pictures. Bela’s post must have done its job. Dean and Bela lingered after he paid the check and you wondered if they were waiting on your permission or actually enjoying themselves. But before you could text either of them a posh car pulled up next to the patio and Bela was standing up to confirm her ride.

You watched on bated breath, Dean ushering Bela out of the iron gate of the patio with a hand on the small of her back. He was always at ease with physical touch and you were grateful for that fact as he sold your lies. Bela turned to face Dean outside the waiting car. She smiled up at him and he said something, making her bite her bottom lip. Oh, shit, she was milking this!

That’s when he leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her lips, just a breath longer than a peck. Sam kicked you under the table but you ignored him. They were really doing this and you couldn’t deny they looked damn good together. Dean held the door as Bela climbed into the backseat and closed it when she was situated. He tapped the roof and turned to walk towards where he parked the impala. He kept his head up, but you could see the slight smirk on his lips which only deepened as you gave him a double thumbs up as he passed your corner of the patio.

Fucker had this down.

You watched Dean walk away, hoping the photographers got that because you were not prepared for the goodbye kiss. And when Sam nudged your ankle for the second time you sighed and glared at him. He just raised his eyebrows. You ducked your head, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks. Which didn’t really make sense, you had gotten caught staring, so you chalked it up to mild embarrassment. It wasn’t jealousy, you had set this whole thing up. You were fine.

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Chapter Six: A Due

#spotless series #dean winchester fanfiction #dean/reader #dean/bela #rockstar au #fake dating #angst #jealousy

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There’s a post circulating rn that explicitly says it “doesn’t matter what Hamas did or does” bc it “doesn’t justify murdering civilians and children” … what about all of the innocent Israeli civilians and children that are murdered, tortured and raped by Hamas? Where is the outcry for them? Where is the rage and the upset for them? Anyone who tries to condemn hamas on that post is met with mockery and more applause for hamas. It cannot be any more clear to me anymore. Jewish lives don’t matter to these people. Innocent Israeli lives don’t matter. They want us entirely gone. - an American Jew who feels so alone in all of this.

(fwiw, I shouldn’t need to say it, but I agree that murdering innocent civilians is wrong regardless of who does it. But the fact that nobody will extend the same sort of consideration and compassion for Israelis and Jews is insanity. There are multiple victims of this war. Israelis are not their government.)

it absolutely stems from the blood libel. the “Israeli soldiers sit on rooftops and purposely shoot little kids in the genitals with rocket launchers” bullshit. like, yes, the IDF is toooootally wasting entire rockets on random kids that happened to be perfectly in the middle of the town square and witnesses could abbbbbsolutely tell the rocket was aimed at their crotch. this disgusting shit is so rampant right now. and acknowledging the falsehoods spreading does not mean negating the actual harm done - it’s simply being responsible in the spread of information about a very serious, very real conflict with real world consequences for misinformation. there are children caught in the crossfire of this conflict and have been from the beginning. but the way we talk about these groups is so fucking important.

every day there’s new info on how an actual UN backed group aided and participated in a terrorist attack where woman and children were raped, mutilated, and murdered. so many were burned alive. raped to death. people were tortured to death on their own FB livestream specifically so their families could watch. how is that at all NOT the same as the blood libel conspiracies, but real? I’m young but I’ve never seen an international event like this SO denied by the masses and I can’t help but wonder if this is what it was like for the jews that survived the holocaust and found out no one actually cared. no one wanted to join the war to free them, many thought it would be amaricans coming to save them, but most of america didn’t believe it was happening and owned a copy of TIME’s hitler cover magazine. there were nazi rallies in madison square garden.

I don’t like holocaust comparisons, but socially this feels so similar to what we know about those times, and it’s genuinely terrifying. it’s not just a sad time online. real people can and will be lost over this.

#Asks #anonymoose #antisemitism #rape tw #tw rape

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I literally don’t understand how people think Matt likes Madison or Nai. They’ve hardly hung out and there is no romantic vibe between them at all! Boys and girls can be friends without having those kind of feelings for each other. I really do not see anything there. Him and Madison don’t even seem to have much of a friendship there like her relationship with the 3 of them seems awkward and forced lowkey. He seems to be comfortable around Nai but 100% platonically yk. People annoy me so much with these rumors.

Yeah i mean people just say shit nowadays 🤷🏻‍♀️ I just ignore it because they’re talking out their ass i mean Madison beer has a man of her own and every girl they create content with isn’t a hook up. They’re allowed to be friends with any gender and shouldn’t have to deal with crazy ass rumors for making videos or hanging out with girls. Even if they are hooking up i mean who really cares ??? Does that rlly matter or change anything … They’re just people Lmfao

#sturniolo triplets #🥭

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14. It could be so sweet, if only I were naive

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Envy the Leaves - Madison Beer

Ethan was brooding and in a foul mood as he was about to board his plane for Singapore. He didn’t know why or more like he knew but didn’t want to admit it. Julia was giving him the silent treatment ever since that fateful karting day and he didn’t understand what he could have done wrong to deserve it. She had not replied when he had sent her that picture, she had opened it and seen it but left him without a reply. Not that he wanted one, but still, a thank you was not too much too ask. And it came at the worst moment, right when they were supposed to soft-launch their relationship. He had to resist the urge to go to her place to see her, more than once, but refrained himself when he thought about what he would tell her.

So he was in a bad mood, something that Ludwig quickly noticed when Ethan arrived in the airport, dragging his suitcase behind him, with more violence than necessary.

“Did you eat a mean cookie to be this violent with this poor suitcase that didn’t ask for it?”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly. Should we buy another suitcase just in case this one doesn’t survive the flight?”

“No use. I’m fine.”

“Sure, you are.”

“I said, I’m fine. Don’t insist!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Never said you were not.”

“Julia is ignoring me.”

“Oh, so here we are. You miss your little girlfriend, isn’t it cute? Never though I would see this day, but there is a first time to everything.”

“She is not my girlfriend!” said Ethan making the whole queue waiting at the security looking at them.

“Sure, fake girlfriend if you want to get into technicalities. So what happened?” he asked, a half-smile on his face.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know. We were fine, I thought we were on the right path to become good friends and then she decided to distance herself without any explanations. I hate her sometimes.”

“What did you do?”

“Why would it be my fault?”

“Because you are you. You are a problem in itself Ethan.”

“Jeez, thank you for the vote of confidence, mate, I appreciate it.”

They were briefly separated as they were getting through the security controls and met a few minutes after at the gate. Kyle was already there, clearly waiting for them, a book in his hands. He was wearing glasses, something new that took aback both Ludwig and Ethan.

“Since when are you wearing glasses?” asked his teammate.

“I had an appointment with the doctor, my sight is not so good since a few weeks so now I have to wear them to see if it makes everything a little better.”

“Okay, grandpa.”

“Mind you, Romy find me really sexy when I wear them. She loves them.”

“Yeah, no, too much information that I don’t want to know.”

Ethan abandoned them for a while, he didn’t want to hear all about how Kyle and Romy were more or less an item. Or about how Kyle was happy. Or questions about Julia. He opened his social media and as if fate had decided to play with him, the first thing he saw was a story from Martin where Julia was appearing in the background, smiling to the cameras. A wave of anger washed over him. He knew she was always travelling with her dad, so it shouldn’t have surprised him to see her there. But for a reason that he couldn’t pinpoint, Martin being in the picture, quite literally, bothered him. He put his phone back in his pocket with rage and went back to his friends, plopping down beside Kyle with a sigh.

“No news of the girlfriend?” Ludwig teased him.

“What do you guys know about Martin?” asked Ethan, ignoring his friend.

“Well… not much. I mean, not more than what you know.”

“He is a pretty laid back dude, really nice. But he is pretty discreet. Doesn’t talk much. “ replied Kyle.

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

“Oh… I see now. You are jealous. You are scared of him going to your Julia.” said Ludwig.

“She is not my Julia, first of all. And second of all, I’m not scared. Why would I be? He is not that good looking and not that good of a driver.”

“Well the girls comments under his Instagram posts say a whole other story….”

“Shut up, for fuck’s sake, Lud.”

Ludwig looked at Kyle in hope to find an ally but was welcomed by a shrug. They were used to Ethan’s mood swings by now. The plane ride was uncomfortable as hell, between Ethan’s groans whenever Ludwig was mentioning Julia and Kyle trying his best to keep his best friends in check. To make it even better they even went through turbulence one hour before landing in Singapore and it’s therefore completely drained that they finally arrived. Ethan couldn’t wait for a shower and to sleep. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He loved his friends to death but sometimes they were too much. Especially Ludwig.

So as soon as he retrieved his suitcase, he took the first taxi that was waiting for someone, barely acknowledging Kyle and Ludwig and left. The ride to the hotel was made in complete silence and for the first time he found it appeasing and enjoyable. Singapore was his least favorite track of the season. Another city one, with barely enough opportunities to try something. It would again be all about track positions and it was boring to him. Finally, he arrived at the hotel and as he was to step inside an all too familiar silhouette was waiting at the front desk . Someone that was trying to avoid him for the past few days.

“Julia? Hey… I didn’t know you already arrived.”

“Yeah… about that… I’m not really staying. Skoda messed up the booking and I don’t have a room, so I’m just waiting for Romy. I’ll stay with her.”

“You sure? You could stay with me, you know. That would be more logical than you staying with her. We are supposed to be a couple, it wouldn’t shock anyone.”

“I don’t want to stay with you.” she said hastily and Ethan couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt.

“But you prefer to stay with Romy?”

“Of course, she is my best friend!”

“Joolsie, we are supposed to soft launch our relationship, starting this race weekend. How do you plan for us to do it if you avoid me?” he asked, clearly annoyed and angry.

“I’m not avoiding you.” she replied, crossing her arms against her chest, in a defensive posture.

“You didn’t answer my text. You know the picture I sent you.”

“Oh Gosh… I have a life Ethan! And I didn’t know you were expecting an answer!”

People were starting to look at them and seeing the unsolicited attention, Ethan grabbed her arm as he dragged her with him in a corner, away from prying eyes and ears.

“What is wrong with you?” she angrily whispered.

“I could say the same about you! Martin? Really? After everything we talked about? What are you playing at?”

“I’m allowed to have friends!”

“We’ve already had this conversation! He doesn’t want to be your friend!”

“That’s not what he said!”

“Oh please, you are not naive.” he sighed.

“And so what? What if indeed he wants to be more than my friend?”

“Yeah well, he will have to back off, you have a boyfriend.”

“A fake one.”

“He doesn’t know that.” she replied, clearly trying to rile him up.

“What are you trying to say?”

“What if I wanted to be more than his friend? Did you think about that?”

He opened his mouth to reply but no sound came out of it. He didn’t understand why but the perspective of Julia kissing Martin and being all lovey dovey with him was making him want to punch a wall. Or to throw Martin in a wall, there could be opportunities during the weekend, still he didn’t like this feeling that was viciously snaking around him.

“Well he will have to wait in line, for now, you are with me.”

“Wait in line? Do you hear yourself?” she said.

“We have a deal Julia!”

“I’m not a freaking business transaction! Or your property! You have no rights on me.”

“Yeah, that much we established. You are annoying, you know that?”

“You are insufferable!”

“I wouldn’t be if you weren’t so… so…” words were failing him.

“So what? Come on, say it!”

“So you!”

Julia was about to reply when her phone buzzed announcing the arrival of a new text. She quickly checked it and felt relief when she saw that it was from Romy, saying she was there. Without another word and giving him one final look where Ethan believed he saw a hint of disappointment in it, she left. Romy noticed straight away the change in her best friend’s behaviour. It was the way she carried herself, he posture stiff and her eyes locked to the ground.

“Trouble in paradise?” Romy asked as Julia was taking place on the passenger seat of the Audi.

“Yeah, we can say that.”

“Do you wanna talk about it? Because I thought you were staying with Ethan, to be honest. I wasn’t expecting your call. Or more like I wasn’t expecting you to ask to stay with me.”

“It’s just… complicated, you know. Team policies and he needs his good night of sleep, I don’t want to bother.”

“Yeah because for sure if you’re here, sleep will be the last of his priorities!” said Romy with a wink making Julia blush.

“Romy!”

“What? Come on you can tell me. How is he?”

“Do I ask how is Kyle with you?” argued Julia.

“No, but you could ask me. I would tell you.”

“But I don’t want to know!”

“You are boring, Ju.”

Julia tried her best to hide her embarrassment. She never really thought about Ethan that way. She didn’t want to, it would turn into a rabbit hole she didn’t want to dig herself in. This one time seeing Ethan shirtless in the gym was enough to give her thoughts she didn’t want to have. Intrusive ones, peeking through the night when she was sleeping soundly. The warmth of his arms brushing against hers, and the shiver she got from it were not something she liked to think about, it was always giving her a warm feeling in her lower belly. She must had made a stupid face as Romy asked her what she was thinking about.

“You are all red.”

“I’m not! it’s just that it’s hot outside and I need a cold shower.”

“Sure.”

Romy showed her room to Julia before telling her that she had commitments to honour, leaving the brunette on her own. Julia tried to occupy her mind to avoid thinking about Ethan , but she understood that staying inside would do no good, she stopped sulking and left the room, her drawing notebook with her. In the lobby she found probably the last person she was expecting to see. Martin was laughing with Elijah as a blond woman with a Ferrari shirt was talking to them. probably someone from the staff, thought Julia who kept walking towards the exit. As she was about to step outside, she heard footsteps coming in her direction as if the person was running and she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Julia? What are you doing here? Are you here to see your dad, he has a meeting right now but you can wait with us. We just finished to shoot a challenge for Ferrari’s social media.”

“Uh… no, not really. Truth be told, I’m staying with Romy. Skoda forgot to book me a room so…” she shrugged.

“Oh shit. Ethan didn’t tell you that you could stay with him?”

“Yes, he did. It’s just… me whose the problem, I guess. It’s complicated.”

“Yeah I bet it is. You must have signed tons of NDA when they learned about your relationship. You know to avoid manufacturing resources to leak.”

“That's the thing, they don’t know yet. So, we are laying low.”

“Oh? So you guys are not official, then.”

“We are. It’s not because we are not public with it, yet, that it’s not serious.” she replied, defensively.

“Yeah sure, sorry, if I overstepped.”

“It’s fine.”

“You were about to head downtown?”

“Yeah, I juts need to forget some stuff. I have a lot in mind.”

“I wanted to visit, do you mind if I join you?”

She wanted to say yes, that she minded. It was not a good idea, especially when Singapore was filled with journalists. It would just need one picture for things to blew up out of proportion. She knew that but he was good company, he made her laugh and forget everything. She felt good with him, calm, peaceful. It was welcomed when with Ethan she felt like drowning in an ocean where very time she was trying to stay a float another wave was throwing her under. But still, she ended up accepting and Martin made a move to tell her that he was letting her take the lead.

They walked around Singapore, stopping to some places to take pictures. It felt easy, conversation was flowing, she didn’t have to pretend and the Ethan topic was avoided by tacit agreement and Julia didn’t really see the time flying. They ended up sitting somewhere not so crowded after getting take away.

“I hope Ethan won’t get too mad knowing that we spent the afternoon together.”

And there it was, the elephant in the room. The way too big elephant in the way to small room.

“Ethan is complicated. And i’m complicated too. And we are stubborn and hot-headed, it doesn’t help sometimes.”

“But do you love him?”

That was the question she hoped no one would ask her because she didn’t want to answer. She wasn’t in love with Ethan but was she attracted? She wasn’t blind and she was just a human being, after all. She appreciated him. His presence, his sense of humour, how he was there for her when Louis ran away and how he tried to protect her. He had been a true friend. And she couldn’t help but wonder if there were no lingering feelings. Being there for her, sending her this picture of her and her brother, trying to keep her with him and she almost thought he was about to kiss her. Did she want to be kissed?

“Julia?” repeated Martin.

“Yeah? Sorry, I zoned out for a moment.”

“I saw that. You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable. It’s not any of my business, after all.”

“No, no it’s just… we have history. Not the best if I may add. We’ve known each other since we were kids and we were not the best of friends back then…” she explained in a laugh. “But years went by and we kind of lost touch, he was often away and i was caught up in my studies. We met again this year and… here we are.”

“You don’t seem happy, though.”

“In every relationships you have ups and downs. Today is a down. Tomorrow will be a up. It’s difficult to adapt and to go from enemies to lovers. Sometimes, most of the time, we bicker like when we were kids. But he has seen parts of me that not a lot of people know about. He had seen me at my worst and I did too.”

“It doesn’t answer my question, though. About love.”

“Is it bad if I say that I don’t know? Does it make me a bad person?”

“Not necessarily. You can grow to love someone. As long as you are happy. Which leads me to my second question: are you happy?”

“I guess I am.”

“But you’re not sure.”

“And what about you, are you happy?”

“No. Not entirely. But I will be, someday.”

She smiles softly and looked at her phone. Texts from Romy were there asking her if she wanted room service or if she would rather eat outside, her dad was checking up on her as well but she had nothing from Ethan. She wasn’t expecting anything, not after their fight but she would have loved a reminder of him, being there alone with Martin, she couldn't help but feel like she was cheating on him, which was crazy. She didn’t. There was nothing else than a deal between her and Ethan. Nothing else. She must have looked to her screen for a little too long as Martin started to stand up and extending his hands to her. She pretended not seeing it and they both walked back to the hotel. In the lobby, they said their goodbyes before heading their separate ways.

When she opened the hotel room door she was welcomed by a blonde tornado throwing her arms around her.

“I’m so happy to have you here, despite the circumstances! It’s been so long since we had a sleepover. So tell me, what did you do today?”

“I went out, I visit the town with Martin and…”

“Martin? Why?” Romy cut her, giving her a suspicious look.

“Because he asked if he could come…”

“And you said yes?”

“Is it bad?”

“Of course it’s bad! You have a boyfriend!”

“And Martin is my friend…”

“Martin doesn’t want to be your friend he wants to take Ethan’s place. Julia! You are not dumb!”

“Martin knows about Ethan. And he respects it.”

“Yeah, no. If he respected it he would back off. But he doesn’t.”

“He didn’t make a move on me, Romy. It’s fine!”

“And I should give him a medal? That’s basic respect, I sure hope he didn’t try anything. But it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to. Julia, you are entertaining his feelings. That’s not fair. Not to him or to Ethan that then again is your boyfriend, your lover, the guy you are sleeping with! Fuck! Stop being blind and oblivious.”

“Martin is nice….” Julia tried to defend herself. She knew it was wrong, whatever was going on between martin and her. But hearing her friend saying it out loud was making it worse than what she had imagined.

“Being naive doesn’t have a good look on yourself. What is wrong with you?”

Julia sat on the bed and look at her feet as she was playing with her fingers.

“It’s… can I be honest with you? And most importantly can you promise to not judge me or say anything? It has to stay between us.”

“Julia… you are scaring me.”

“Ethan and I, we are not really dating. I’m saving his ass because of what happened, the scandal, you know. And… he helps me out to prove to my dad that I’m good at my job. Basically.”

Romy didn’t say anything, only dropping next to her friend and taking her in her arms.

“A lot of things make sense, now… It doesn’t excuse your behaviour with Martin, though. It’s still a dumb idea, I stand by it. But Ethan… Julia, are you sure you guys are only faking things? Because I’ve seen how he looked at you during his birthday party and I heard how you talked about him… It didn’t seem fake to me. You got me and you are my best friends. Surely it doesn’t mean nothing.”

“I don’t know… Maybe Ethan is just good at pretending.”

“Maybe.”

“And now I’m stuck. Because I truly like Martin’s company. I feel good with him, safe. Ethan is always up to something, I never know what to expect and it’s terrifying.”

“Martin is your comfort zone and Ethan is not.” simply said Romy. “You know what they say with the comfort zone, kitten.”

Julia shrugged.

“I’m leaving you alone with your thoughts. For what is worth, I think you should talk to Ethan, it would help you sort your thoughts out. I won’t be mad if when i come back you are not there. And if it helps you in any way, I’m team Ethan.”

After her conversation with Romy, Julia couldn’t help but feel guilty. Even if nothing happened with Martin, and she intended to keep it that way, she was feeling bad and remorseful towards Ethan. He didn’t deserve any of what she had put him through. She opened her contacts and scrolled down until she found his name, with a red heart next to it, something silly she had added after establishing their fake relationship. She wasn’t expecting him to answer but he did after a short while.

“What do you want?”

“I want to say sorry.”

“About what? Our fight, you leaving with Romy or your little date with Ferrari’s boy?”

“All of that. It wasn’t fair to you and our relationship. I should have agreed to stay with you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

She bit her lips and pulled her knees up against her chest.

“I don’t want to make things weird between us, if we sleep in the same bed.”

“Joolsie, you know me. I wouldn’t have given you the bed. The sofa is quite nice and comfy.”

“Thanks for your consideration!” she said, slightly offended.

“I’m joking. I would have taken the sofa and given you the bed.”

She felt embarrassed. She could hear his breathing from the other side of the line. The only thing she wanted was to take a taxi and go back to the hotel to run into his arms. But she was so scared of what it would mean and how it would change everything that she wasn’t sure it was a risk she was willing to take.

“Romy left me alone. That’s not what I imagined when she said that we would have a sleepover.”

“I’m alone too.” he whispered.

“Maybe we can be alone together? If you want?”

“I don’t want to be alone together with anyone else, Julia.”

“Good. Me too.”

The line went silent, both of them not knowing what to say. Julia closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Does your offer about me staying with you still stands?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I’m waiting, then.”

It didn’t even take half an hour for her to arrive to the hotel. She walked fast to the elevator and it’s almost out of breath that she arrived in front of his door. She barely had the time to know that the door opened revealing Ethan in a very laid back outfit.

“Hey…” she said.

“Joolsie…”

“I’m sorry. I overreacted and I’m stupid. And you have every reasons to be mad.”

“I’m mad. Because we are friends and you don’t trust me and you act like I’m disgusting to you.”

“Are we? Friends, I mean.”

“You are annoying and you’ve been acted like a bitch with me. But you are my friend. Now come inside.”

She felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, she didn’t know where to put her suitcase or where to stand.

“So where should I sleep?” she asked.

“The bed is big enough for us to fit without touching each other but if you don’t want to, I can give you the bed. Bear in mind that I would love to sleep in it on Friday and Saturday. I need to feel rested for the race.”

“I guess we can share the bed.”

“Perfect. I was scared you were going to fight me on something.”

Julia didn’t answer taking her pyjamas out of the suitcase as well as her toiletry bag and locked herself in the bathroom. She came back a moment later to see Ethan adding a few pillow in the middle of the bed.

“I called the reception to know if we could have some more. I’m making our border so we don’t end up on the other person’s side.”

“That’s thoughtful of you.”

Ethan shrugged as if it was not a big deal and got inside the bed. Julia joined him soon after as he switch of the light and it didn’t take long before she fell asleep.

Author's note: I know I said I wouldn't upload before Saturday but... I couldn't wait to post lmao.

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mellowsadistic · 2 years

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“Ew! That’s disgusting!” Madison said loudly, looking over at a mother changing her baby’s nappy on the grass, not far from where she was sitting in the park.

“Shhh!” her boyfriend whispered, watching the mother scowl. She’d obviously heard. “Keep your voice down!”

“Don’t shush me!” she snapped angrily. “I’m not a child! And I don’t care if she hears me! She shouldn’t be changing her baby’s disgusting nappy in front of everyone. It’s so gross!”

“Well what’s she supposed to do?” her boyfriend asked. “Just leave her baby in a…” he broke off, and Madison looked up to see the mother walking angrily towards them, carrying her freshly changed baby in her arms.

“Don’t you have any manners, you silly little girl?” she asked imperiously, glaring down at Madison.

Madison spluttered indignantly and looked over at her boyfriend for support. But then she noticed that something was wrong. He was sitting completely still, as if he’d been frozen in place mid-sentence. Glancing around the park, she saw that everybody else had similarly fixed expressions. Everybody but her and the mother. Madison felt a chill run down her spine. What was going on here?

“Who’s he?” the woman asked, pointing to Madison’s frozen boyfriend.

“My b-boyfriend,” Madison stammered, terrified.

“Boyfriend!” the woman laughed, as if the very idea was ridiculous. “You’re far too immature for a boyfriend, sweetie! He seems like a nice young man though… Are you sure he’s not your Daddy? You’re going to need someone to look after you once I’m finished, after all.”

Madison felt her blood run cold. “W-what do you mean?” she asked.

“I’m a witch, you little brat. Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you into a frog or anything like that. But I am going to make a few… alterations.”

The woman snapped her fingers. Madison instantly felt her jeans vanish and her knickers thicken between her legs, turning white and crinkly, and expanding until she was wearing nothing but an enormous disposable nappy around her waist.

“There. Now you’re dressed a little more appropriately.”

Madison shrieked. “What did you do with my clothes?! Change me back!”

“We’re not done yet, silly. You’re only dressed like a big baby. You need to act the part too.”

With an evil smile, the witch snapped her fingers once more. Instantly, everyone in the park started moving and talking again. Madison saw that her boyfriend’s frozen expression was gone, but in its place was something that she found, if anything, even more frightening. He was gazing lovingly into her eyes, completely unperturbed by the ridiculous nappy taped to her bottom.

“Hi, Maddy,” he cooed, as if addressing an infant, and Madison blushed at the use of the childish version of her name. “Are you having fun playing at the park?”

Madison tried to speak, but all she could do was giggle and clap her hands excitedly like a toddler. She got to her feet in a low squat and peeked at her boyfriend and the witch between her legs, chortling happily even as she felt panic set in. She couldn’t control her body at all!

Then, without warning, Madison suddenly felt a large mess push its way out of her bottom and drop heavily into the back of her nappy, followed by a strong stream of pee. Despite the shame and revulsion that coursed through her as she helplessly dirtied her pants like an infant, she heard herself laughing delightedly.

“You stinky girl!” her boyfriend chuckled, watching the seat of his girlfriend’s nappy sag between her thighs. “Did you just make a boom-boom for Daddy?”

Madison could see the sadistic smile on the witch’s face. She wanted to scream and punch and claw at her. Instead she stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry.

“Still such a rude little girl!” said the witch with a nasty laugh. “But at least now your rudeness is just adorable.”

“Poo-poo Daddy!” Madison screeched at her boyfriend, cringing on the inside and wishing she could vanish when she saw the faces of the other park-goers turn in her direction. Most were wearing sad and sympathetic expressions, like they thought she must have special needs, but some were barely concealing their laughter.

“Clever girl!” the witch said in a sickly sweet voice that made Madison burn with hatred and humiliation. “You did do a poo-poo! Right in your pants!”

“Come here, little angel,” Madison’s boyfriend crooned, taking her hand like she was the most delicate thing in the world. “Daddy needs to change your nappy.”

Though she screamed and protested inside her head, on the outside Madison merely gurgled happily at her boyfriend-turned-caregiver, helpless to stop herself being laid down on the ground for a public nappy change. As her legs were lifted into the air, exposing her messy bottom to the whole park, and the witch walked away with a satisfied smirk on her face, Madison knew that it would only be the first of many.

#mellowsadistic

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spiltlove · 2 years

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someone pls tell me why i can’t tag things as personal anymore

#it’s literally making me so angry rn lol #am i just dumb or soemthing #madison shouldn’t talk

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charmedreincarnation · 1 year

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Hi Maya I just want to say I love your blog! You’re super sweet and have great info and you’re my comfort page

And i don’t know how to ask this but I see people change their life from depressed and ugly and broke to beautiful loved rich etc etc and you talk about how you changed your life so much so like do you cry and stuff or is everything perfect bc I see people and I’m like wow if I had that life I would never complain and now I actually know I can manifest that life with the void state it’s so exciting to know I’ll never be sad again or am I false in my assumption ?

Hey love thank you 💗💗💗 I’m glad you like my page ilysm

For the second part, girl yes I cry haha. Also I want to start of with manifesting or not, there’s always going to be someone you think is prettier, someone who’s richer, taller, and smarter in our minds. Human ego always wants us to Strive to be the best so no matter how much you Have you always want more. I mean look, even Elon musk is constantly looking for way to make more money, Madison beer openly talks about her insecurities and the days she feels bad, Stephen Hawkins openly talked about how his intelligence was isolating and he’d rather have an average IQ, etc etc. not to mention after some time living your dream life, I know it’s hard to believe but you get used to it. There’s a concept for this I answered a while back but no matter how rich, pretty or drastic your life changes it will become normal to you at a certain time and you will again want to improve and want more

I mean even today I cried because I was talking about my anxiety (which I didn’t manifest away for a reason, but I cope much better) and someone was telling me I should have nothing to complain about if I’m wealthy and conveniently attractive. And trust me , I use to think that way with celebs before I started listening to them talk about their issues. The grass isn’t always greener on the other side

I mean, yes wealth and beauty helps. But It doesn’t change the fact you’re human and will experience human emotions so your feelings shouldn’t be invalidated 😭😭💀 but I’m just glad now I have an amazing support group who comforted me rather than having to deal with that alone, so that part in my life definitely changed and has been the most beneficial 🥰🥰 regardless I love my life and when I cry I feel super slay and sexy afterwards. It’s good to cry no matter how much you manifest. Periodt, but I do definitely cry way less. Also my period is about to start so maybe it was that as well too idk 😭💀

Sorry this answer is going everywhere but I also had an ask that was like “ waa waa if you all entered the void why didn’t you manifest a perfect no bad things happen type of life Ogooo bogaaaa y’all are liars” 🦧🦍🦍🐒🐒” like bruh for me a perfect life is one where I can make mistakes and still grow and have a great fulfilling life. Who tf is trying to live in a dystopian? have you ever taken a science fiction class, they don’t exist as long as you’re a human. And I’m trying to live a human life, not be a Mary Sue. At least not in this reality but that’s just me.

#manifesation #void state #manifesting #reality shifting #law of assumption

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 1 year

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Mike Pence said yesterday on Fox Business that the First Amendment to the Constitution doesn’t provide “freedom from religion,” the idea that people shouldn’t have other people’s religious beliefs forced on them.

Host Larry Kudlow told Pence that “far-left progressives… will not allow God into the conversation, will not allow religion into the conversation. Not just the conversation, the schools, the communities, the workplace… I mean, no one is allowed to talk about the Ten Commandments or the importance of moral values.”

People are allowed to talk about the Ten Commandments and morality in the U.S.

“How can we have a truly great nation? These lefties want to scrap religion, Mike Pence, and I think it’s a terrible mistake,” Kudlow said.

Pence waited a bit – possibly to see if Kudlow was actually going to ask a question – and responded: “Well, the radical left believes that the freedom of religion is the freedom from religion. But it’s nothing the American founders ever thought of or generations of Americans fought to defend.”

“The good news is that after four years of the Trump-Pence administration, I’m confident that we have a pro-religious freedom majority on the Supreme Court of the United States,” he continued.

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Despite Pence’s insistence, the First Amendment comes with two parts. He and Kudlow appeared to be familiar with the Free Exercise Clause, which says “Congress shall make no law… prohibiting the free exercise” of religion.

But there’s also the Establishment Clause, which says that “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion.”

In other words, the First Amendment gives people both freedom of and freedom from religion.

America’s founders were opposed to the government forcing religion on people, especially considering the religious oppression and wars that had plagued Europe in the centuries leading up to the writing of the Constitution.

“No man shall be compelled to frequent or support any religious worship, place, or ministry whatsoever, nor shall be enforced, restrained, molested, or burthened in his body or goods, nor shall otherwise suffer, on account of his religious opinions or belief; but that all men shall be free to profess, and by argument to maintain, their opinions in matters of religion, and that the same shall in no wise diminish, enlarge, or affect their civil capacities,” Thomas Jefferson wrote in the constitution of Virginia, showing that freedom from religion was definitely something that the founders were thinking of.

“The settled opinion here is that religion is essentially distinct from Civil Government, and exempt from its cognizance; that a connexion between them is injurious to both; that there are causes in the human breast, which ensure the perpetuity of religion without the aid of the law,” James Madison wrote in a letter in 1819. “A legal establishment of religion without a toleration could not be thought of, and with toleration, is no security for public quiet and harmony, but rather a source itself of discord and animosity.”

Pence’s views on the establishment of a national religion could be of national importance in a few years. He has suggested that he’s considering a 2024 presidential run and, as he noted in the interview with Kudlow, the president can appoint judges who can rule against freedom from religion.

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Mark Sloan x Madison Grey

Madison’s pov

I was 9 month pregnant now and I was back together with Mark, we had gotten back together after the first ultrasound. Mark and I wanted to have the family that we didn’t really have when we grew up, I had my little sister growing up but my dad wasn’t around because of my mom and she was distant because of work.

Mark and I didn’t just get back together because I was pregnant, even after everything that had happened between me and Mark we still loved each other. But since I got pregnant it did help to get me and Mark back together.

Mine and Marks alarm went off and it was early in the morning, I woke up to shut the alarm off. I was laying on my back since I couldn’t lay on the side because of my pregnant belly, I was just feeling really uncomfortable now days. I turned my head to Mark’s side, I thought he did woke up when the alarm went off but I was wrong because he was half asleep.

Madison - Mark? Wake up!

He opened his eyes really quickly and he looked a little bit scared and nervous when I woke him up, but I kind of did yell when I was trying to wake him up.

Mark - what’s wrong? Is the baby coming?

Madison - no, it’s time for us to get up and get ready for work.

Mark - did the alarm went off?

Madison - yes.

We were both sitting up in the bed, I felt how I really needed to pee and it feels like I have to do that every half an hour when I first wake up in the morning.

Madison - I need you help.

He didn’t really get it, because Mark started to lean in to me and he was getting closer to my lips and I felt his hand on my big belly. We shared a kiss but I pulled away really fast and Mark gave me a weird look, because usually I don’t pull away the way I did when we are sharing kiss.

Mark - what’s wrong?

Madison - I said that I needed your help. I need you to drag me up from the bed so that I can go and pee.

Mark - okay, I will help you.

I watched as he got up from the bed and walked around and over to my side of the bed to drag me up since I needed the help.

Madison - your daughter is pressing at my bladder.

Mark - my daughter?

Madison - yes! Your daughter.

I left our bedroom and I walked in to the bathroom.

Less then two hours had passed and I was at the hospital and ready to work, I wasn’t able to do surgeries at the moment. So I spend my work time in the ER or doing consults.

I was currently standing in the ER and waiting for some trauma to come in, I was sitting on a chair as I saw Arizona and Mark walking in to the ER and over to where I am sitting.

Arizona - Madison? Aren’t you supposed to be home until the baby comes?

Mark - I have already tried to talk to her about that.

Madison - maybe….but it’s better I am here if I go in to labor instead of being home alone.

Arizona - true.

It was two weeks until the baby would be here and I’m not looking forward to be home with baby and not being able to work

Mark gave me a look before he walked away and left the ER again, he knew that he shouldn’t fight me when I am close to my due date.

General’s pov

A few hours had passed and a big trauma had come through and most of the attendings and residents was working on the patients that had been brought in to the ER. Dr Altman was already in surgery with one patient, so Madison was the only cardio surgeon in the ER and she couldn’t do surgeries at the moment.

Dr Yang was down in the ER along with Dr Madison Grey as they were doing a consult on a patient, Altman had kicked Yang out of her service. Everyone knew that Yang wanted to be a cardio surgeon and Madison was the only one who let Yang to be on her service and give her the chance that everyone deserves.

As Yang and Madison was standing with there patient, Owen Hunt and chief Webber walked over to the head of cardio and the resident.

Owen - Dr grey, how is it going over here?

Madison - we need to take our patient to surgery.

Webber - I will page Dr Altman.

Chief Webber was just about to walk away when Madison stopped him, and she wasn’t happy and most of it had to do with mood swings and pregnancy hormones.

Madison - excuse me chief, I can do the surgery.

Webber - you know that you aren’t supposed to do any surgery’s now.

Yang and Hunt was just looking at each other, they were kind of scared to say anything especially since Madison was mad and pregnant.

Madison - it is an easy procedure, even Dr Yang can do it.

Webber - that’s it, Dr Yang you are doing the surgery.

Yang - what?

Webber - you are doing it Yang, and Grey will be in the OR and Hunt.

Yang was glad that she would be doing the surgery and that chief are the one who is letting her doing the surgery, and she was glad that her favorite cardio attending could be there.

Mark’s pov

I was currently in one of the OR’s and working along with Derek on a surgery, about an hour ago I heard from a nurse that Madison was in surgery but Yang was doing the surgery except for my girlfriend. About 5 minutes or less I had heard my pager going off but I haven’t been able to look at it.

I was standing to the side as Derek was doing his thing on our patient, Avery and Kepner was in the OR with us. As I was waiting for Derek to finish up since we had been In surgery for over two hours so that I could then do my last thing on the patient.

The door to the OR opened up and I saw chief Webber rush inside of the OR, I wasn’t totally focused on to why chief was here but i thought it was weird.

Webber - Dr Sloan?

Mark - yes, chief.

Webber - are you soon done here?

Mark - I’m not sure, maybe about an hour or so. Why?

Webber - Madison’s water broke and she is in labor.

I thought that I was in shock when Madison told me that she was pregnant, but now I am in even more shock. I would finally get to see my baby girl.

Mark - where is she?

Webber - they have taken her to a room, we have paged Dr field.

Derek - Mark go, I can finish up here.

Mark - are you sure?

Derek - yeah!

I was fast to walk away from the patient and walked over to the other side of the OR to take off my gloves and other stuff that I am wearing when I am in surgery. I walked out of the OR and chief Webber was standing outside and waiting for me, when he saw me walking out he started to move and I followed him.

Mark - have you seen Madison, chief?

Webber - yes.

Mark - how is she?

Webber - she is okay, she’s in pain.

About five minutes later I was just two doors down the hall to where Madison was, I walked for less then 10 seconds and then I was right outside of my girlfriends room. Arizona and Lexie was standing outside of the room, they were probably waiting for me to show up.

Mark - hey.

Arizona - hey, Bailey is in there with Madison.

Lexie - Meredith is on her way.

I knocked at the door before I walked in to the room, Madison was laying down in the bed and Bailey was just in there so that Madison would probably feel a little comfortable since Bailey has been pregnant and having a child at the hospital.

Mark - I’m here!

Madison - finally.

Mark - has Dr field been here yet?

Bailey - no.

By the time I had walked over to the bed where Madison was laying down on, I needed to be close to her and be there for her now.

Bailey - I’m gonna go now and leave you two alone.

Madison - thanks, Miranda!

Madison and I were watching as Bailey walked out of the room and left us alone. As me and Madison was left alone in the room I didn’t know what to do, I haven’t really been in this position.

It wasn’t the same way when my daughter gave birth in my apartment to her son, I wasn’t even in my own apartment when she gave birth because I was in Callie’s apartment and freaking out and needed help back then.

Madison’s pov

About 6 hours had passed since my water broke I was in pain and having contractions, last time they checked I was 7cm open. Mark had been in the room since he first got there, he haven’t left my side once.

Even if I was in lot of pain I could still feel happy and grateful that Mark was here with me. I have been yelling at Mark for the past 4 hours, but he was still calmed or at least trying to be calmed for me.

Madison - why did you have to knock me up?

Mark - not totally my fault, it takes two people to make a baby. And if I remember it correctly, you were all over me.

Madison - I was drunk! So more like you were all over me.

Mark - let’s not fight about this.

I took a deep breath as a contraction hit me, even if you have had contractions different of times for 6 hours you wasn’t prepared to have a new one.

Madison - I’m sorry. I don’t mean the things I am saying, I’m just in lot of pain.

Mark - you don’t need to be sorry, I can see that you are in pain but you are doing a great job.

Madison - I love you!

Mark got up from the chair that he was sitting on right next to my bed, he got closer to me and he leaned in so that our lips meet. We pulled away from each other after a few seconds had passed of kissing one another.

Mark - I love you too, so much.

I was feeling a lot of feelings at the moment, didn’t thought that you could feel this way. Even if i am a doctor you never know how it feels until you are in the position, it doesn’t even help to read about the body to understand the feelings.

Two and a half hour had passed and I had finally given birth to a baby girl, Mark and I was all over the moon to finally see our daughter who we have been waiting for. Everything was good with our baby girl, nothing to be concerned about about 30 minutes ago I had given birth to our daughter, the OB and the nurses had left the room about 10 minutes ago.

Mark and I was looking at our daughter who I was holding in my arms, we both had a hard time to not look at the baby. We both heard a knock to the door and our eyes went to the door as it slowly opened, the first person I saw that opened the door was my sister Meredith.

Meredith - hey! Are you guys ready for visitors?

Madison - of course.

Both my sisters was the first one to walk inside and behind them Derek walked in along with all of our close friends and coworkers, Meredith and Lexie walked over to the bed where I was holding my daughter.

Lexie - omg, she is so cute.

Bailey - how are you feeling, Madison?

Madison - good.

I handed the baby to Mark and he was walking around in the room to show everyone our daughter.

Arizona - she’s beautiful.

Madison - thanks.

Derek - so what’s her name?

I looked at Mark who looked at me and he nodded his head to me.

Madison - her name is, Ivy Evelyn Grey Sloan.

Arizona - beautiful name.

I couldn’t help but smile, it was late in the evening and everyone had stayed at the hospital to meet mine and Marks daughter.

Mark’s pov

It was the next day in the evening, me and Madison are home with our daughter. Madison and Ivy got released from the hospital around lunch time and we have been home for 6 hours. I was standing in the living room and holding my new born baby girl, I never thought I would feel the way that I do or at least being in this position.

I saw when Madison walked out of our bedroom and she smiled at me as I was standing in the living room, Madison had fixed a few things in our bedroom so that everything was ready when it is time for all of us to sleep.

Madison - do you want me to take her?

Mark - no, she is sleeping and comfortable here with me.

Madison - I can see that.

I looked down at my daughter in my arms who was sleeping, Ivy is really the cutest baby and I don’t just think like that because she is mine. Ivy looks exactly like Madison except for Ivy’s nose which looks like my nose. Madison walked over to the couch and I looked at her for a second before I walked over to the couch and took a sit down next to Madison.

Madison - I still can’t believe that she is here.

Mark - me neither.

I was looking at Madison as she was looking at Ivy who was sleeping.

Mark - I have everything that I always wanted.

Madison - yeah?

Mark - yes, I have you and Ivy.

Madison - and I have the family that I didn’t have.

Me and Madison could be this sweet with each other but we both didn’t really show other people that way, I had never been like this with any girl until I meet Madison and got first together with her.

Madison Grey is really the love of my life, my new born daughter’s mother and hopefully one day I will married Madison Grey.

#greys anatomy #mark sloan #mark sloan x reader #seattle

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