#celebrity fanfic

[jpmarvel90]

Always the Bridesmaid

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Word Count: 7236

Relationship: Scarlett x ReaderPugh

Summary: Y/n and Scarlett have become close friends since they met whilst Y/n was working as her little sister's manager. Y/n has feelings for Scarlett but has firmly been friendzoned and has to watch on as Scarlett makes her way through endless men and women.

Y/n's POV:

I've known Scarlett for the last 4 years. I meet her through my little sister Florence, and we've been great friends since. After doing my business degree, I became Florence's manager. We didn't know if it would work, but Flo wanted someone that she could trust, and she knew that I would always do what was best for her.

It's ended up working out really well and we've got a great working relationship that doesn't affect our personal one. It was through Black Widow that I first met Scarlett and we hit it off really quickly and became best friends. Flo would always laugh, saying that if she couldn't find me on set, she would just need to look for Scarlett and we'd be together.

Spending so much time with Scar led to inevitable feelings to develop. She's naturally flirty and I forget that sometimes. Unfortunately, that just made the feelings grow quicker. Flo worked it out pretty early on and always tried to convince me to tell her. But just as I would work up the courage, she would be with someone else.

Scarlett is openly bi, so there was never a worry about her not liking women, but it seemed that it just meant there were more people for her to end up with. It never got in the press, but Scar liked to sleep around. If she wasn't in a relationship, she was having one night stands with people on nights out or after movie premieres. Something I had a front row seat too which made my heart ache.

The closer friends we became, the more times I was invited to be her plus one. Though I was never the person that was lucky enough to go home with her. 9 times out of ten, I would be making my own way home as Scarlett would have her driver take her and that night's conquest to her place.

Thankfully, Flo and I are in LA for a few weeks, meaning that I get a break from seeing Scarlett. Which actually is a double edged sword. I love spending time with her. Our friendship is one of the most important ones that I have. But it also is becoming quite painful to be around her. She's recently out of a relationship, which means her one night stands are increasing in number. So this time with my sister on a rare break has been nice.

"What are you thinking about?" Flo asks me from her sun lounger. We're currently sat by her pool. When we're in LA, I live with Flo. I have my own place in New York, but not being on the same money as Flo, means owning multiple properties isn't an option. But Flo is a great sister and instantly offered for me to live with her when we were both in LA. There's only two years between us and we get on really well. We're not just sisters, we're best friends.

"Not much, just what I need to get sorted for Dune. When we're back in New York, I need to finalise the contracts with the team." I respond, earning an eye roll from Flo. "You're always in work mood. Relax a little." She huffs, adjusting in her lounger to turn and look at me. "Besides, I was sure you were thinking of Scarlett, you always have the same look when you do." She teases me, poking at my cheek. I hit her hand away. "I do not!" I glare at her.

"You do! It's a mix between complete adoration and pain. You're like a brooding teen from a teen drama." She insists. "I do not brood." I bite back. "I still think you should tell her." She shares, turning to lie on her back, closing her eyes. "We've talked about this. She seems quite happy with the lifestyle she has at the moment." I respond and she nods in agreement. "She has taken this latest breakup harder than usual." She observes.

"I think what I actually need is to find someone for myself. Maybe you could help?" I admit, causing Flo to shoot up in her seat. "Really?" She asks, lifting her sunglasses onto her head. "Yeah, desperate times and all that." I joke. "Oh, I actually have the perfect person. I should set you up with Hailee." She thinks excitedly. I roll my eyes as she starts excitedly rambling. I might end up regretting this. "She's in Europe for a month but when she's back I'll talk to her." Flo eventually comes to a decision, and I agree, knowing that it'll be easier.

Flo and I have a nice few weeks off in LA, It was good to get some sun and relax, although she's right. I do struggle in switching off from work, so I did spend some time making sure everything was in order for her.

Our time in LA was ending with us attending the Antman and Wasp premiere. Flo was attending with Charlie whilst I had the pleasure of attending with Scarlett. She had asked me not long after her break up as she was meant to go with Colin. She didn't want to go alone and basically begged me to go with her. And me being a sucker for her puppy dog sad eyes, I agreed.

As she was just attending the premiere there was a lot less faff than there can be when it's a movie she's in. When I attended the Marriage Story premiere with her, we were getting ready hours before and being briefed so much by her team. I much prefer it like this. She'll pick me up and I can just hang back whilst she gets her picture taken and does a couple of interviews. The rest of the time we'll be together and get to enjoy the movie.

"Wow. Y/n, you're looking beautiful." Scarlett greets me as I make sure the house is locked up. I spin around and see her resting against the side of the car in the most incredible black suit. Her cleavage is on show, and it hugs her in all the right places. I gulp seeing her looking incredible. "I think you need to look in a mirror. You look sensational Scar." I tell her as I approach the car. "Thanks babe." She smiles at me, wrapping her arms around me. There goes my fluttering heart.

"Let's get going, shall we?" She asks, holding the door open for me. "Thank you, Johansson." I smirk at her, giving her a wink and letting my hand run along her bare arm. I'm sure I see her shudder under my touch. She's frozen a little, before she shakes her head and gets in the car the other side. "I missed you." She says, turning to pout at me. "I was only gone for three weeks." I laugh at her childlike face. "Three weeks too long without my bestie." She sighs. That causes a pang in my heart when I remember that's all she sees me as. Her friend.

"Seems like you had plenty of company to distract you." I point out, causing her to drop her gaze. "Yeah, I took the breakup a little harder than I thought and let myself go a little too far. I'm ready to focus on me for a bit." She says a little embarrassed. Feeling guilty for pointing it out, I reach over and take her hand. "It's ok to be hurt. You just need to find a healthy way to vent." I reassure her, giving her a warm smile when she finally looks up to me.

"What would I do without you Y/n?" She asks, a sadness in her eyes. "Suffer endlessly no doubt." I tease, making her laugh. "You're right there. You better not leave me." She lightly threatens. "Unfortunately, I think you're stuck with me." I chuckle. She lifts my hand to her lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. "Good." She smiles.

The premiere goes well, and I really enjoy the movie. I'm a huge Marvel geek so I understand how lucky I am to get to see the movie at the world premiere. I watched on as Scarlett did everything she needed to. People were used to seeing me with her. Our friendship was well documented, but they knew it was a friendship and nothing more, so we didn't get inundated with rumours.

We make our way to the after party and we have a great time dancing and drinking. Flo and Charlie are in a world of their own and I smile seeing my sister so happy. Scarlett is quick to drag me to the dance floor and her hands find my hips, swaying us to the music. Her touches are extremely flirty as she dances close to me, her body pressed into mine.

After some time dancing, I feel a tap on my shoulder. "We're heading home" Flo tells me, as Charlie has his arms wrapped around her, placing kisses to her neck. "Stop." She laughs, playfully pushing him away. "Have fun. I'll see if I can crash at Scarlett's" I tell her, knowing it's the first time she's seen Charlie in a few weeks. "Thanks. I love you Y/n/n. Stay safe." She tells me, pulling me into a tight hug. "You too. Safe sex is good sex!" I shout after them, earning a middle finger from Flo.

I hear Scarlett laughing next to me. "You two have a great relationship." She observes and I nod. "Yeah, I'm pretty lucky she's my little sister." I smile. "I'm going to run to the loo and grab some more drinks. Do you want one?" I ask and she nods. "Please, I'll have whatever you're having." She responds. I nod and leave her to continue dancing whilst I make my way to the loo.

There's quite the queue at both the bathroom and the bar. But I eventually manage to grab us both a cosmo and turn around to rejoin Scarlett. I look around the dance floor and my heart drops when I see her lip locked with a red headed woman. I don't know why I'm surprised. This happens more often than not.

When she pulls away for air, she notices me, and I plaster on a fake smile. "Y/n/n! You're back. This is..." She greets me with a big smile, turning to the woman. "Kacey." The redhead introduces herself to me. "Oh, thanks for these. You're ok getting another right?" She asks, taking the drinks from my hand and passing one to Kacey. "Uh yeah. No worries." I respond, turning back to the bar knowing I've lost any attention from her for the rest of the night.

I go to the bar and order a shot of vodka, that I down pretty quickly, and then grab a beer. I don't know why I let this get to me so much. I know this is what she's like. I need to just move one. Hopefully when Hailee is back in the US something might go right for me.

"Y/n!" I hear my name being shouted. I turn around and see Scarlett with her lipstick smudged and a big smile on her face. Her hand tightly grasped around Kacey's. "We're heading home. You ok to getting back on your own?" She asks me with a drunk glaze to her eyes. "Yeah sure." I respond, downing the rest of my beer and leaving before anything else can be said. I'm done with this.

I head outside and order an uber before finding a hotel nearby that has a vacancy. Luckily there is one not too far away, though my bank balance isn't going to thank me! Whilst I'm waiting for my cab, I see Scarlett drag Kacey into the back of her car, laughing the whole time.

That night in the hotel, I started to re-evaluate my life. I need to either move on from this stupid crush or remove myself from the situation. It's a hard decision as I love my friendship with Scarlett, and I don't think that I want to lose that. But in my current state, I don't think I can keep seeing her like this. I come to the decision that I'm going to take a bit of time away from her. I can use work as an excuse and hopefully get the chance to meet Hailee and see where things go.

I have a difficult night and only manage to get a couple of hours sleep. But I don't rush home, wanting Flo to be able to have the most time with Charlie. I don't have to check out until 11, so I spend it chilling in the room. Not having a phone charger, my phone died during the night, and I sigh. I only have the dress I was wearing last night. I call down to reception and ask if they can book me a cab to take me home. I just want to wash the night off me.

Reception calls when the cab is here, and I make my way down as quickly as possible to avoid the stares I'm bound to get when I walk out with smudged makeup and a crinkled dress. I slip into the back of the cab and rest my head back against the headrest as the car rocks along the road.

When I pull up at Flo's I thank the driver and head to the front door. But before I can open it, it swings open, and a body collides with mine. "Y/n/n. Where the hell have you been?" I teary Flo asks me. "I thought you knew I wasn't coming home last night so you and Charlie could have the place to yourself." I reply, unsure why she's so upset. "Yeah, you said you'd crash at Scarlett's. I tried calling you to see if you wanted to join us for breakfast, but it went straight to voicemail. Then when I called Scarlett, she said that you didn't go home with her." She starts to panic again so I pull her into me. "Sorry. I stayed in a hotel last night and my phone died." I explain. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you." I tell her, guilt filling me. I should have messaged her last night to let her know.

"That's ok. I was just so worried when I couldn't get a hold of you. I thought something might have happened to you." She says a bit more calmly this time. She hugs me tightly again and we turn to head inside, but the harsh breaking of a car catches our attention. "Y/n! Thank God you're ok!" Scarlett says as she rushes out of the car, launching herself at me.

"When Flo called and said you hadn't come home and weren't answering your phone, I was so worried about you." She rambles out and I find it hard not to scoff. She had no concern about me getting home safely last night. "I'm fine." I respond a little too harshly and I see Flo raise an eyebrow at me. "Are you ok? Where were you?" She asks, taking my hands. The touch is making me uncomfortable, so I gently pull them away. "I stayed in a hotel. I had already agreed that Flo could have the house with Charlie as they hadn't seen each other in ages." I inform her. "Why didn't you tell me? You could have stayed with me." She says but I once again fight to hide the scoff.

"I was going to, but you were a bit distracted." I point out. "Oh." Scarlett says when the realisation hits. "Look, I'd really like to shower and get some sleep. I'm heading in now." I say, not wanting to be in this situation any longer. "Of course, Y/n/n. I'll make you some breakfast, you must be hungry." Flo smiles, sensing the tension. "I'll see you later Y/n/n." Scarlett calls after. I turn and give her a tight lipped smile as I continue to walk backwards. I see hurt flash across her face. But I brush it off, heading upstairs.

Once I'm showered and in some comfy clothes. I climb into bed, hoping to hide away for the day, but I don't get my wish as Flo appears at my door with a tray in her hands. She walks in and places the plate of fried goods in front of me. "You looked like you could do with something greasy!" She smiles, taking her seat next to me. "Thank Flossy." I smile, tucking in straight away.

"She did it again. Didn't she?" Flo asks giving me a sympathetic look. "Yeah, but it's not like it's a surprise." I reply, trying to play it down. "Seems odd after how she was talking about focusing on herself and taking a break from all that." She shares aloud. I just hum in response. "It's her life. She can do as she pleases Flo." I remind her. "But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt you." She comforts me. "You're right. But today is the last time I'm going to let it affect me. I'm ready to move on from this. In fact, I was thinking that maybe I could stay here whilst you go back to New York. I can still work from here but it just gives me a bit of time to sort my head out." I suggest, hoping she agrees.

I watch her face to see what she's thinking. But I can't quite get a read on it. "Sure. Hailee will be back by then anyway so some time for you to get to know each other." She smiles, making me let out a sigh of relief.

We spend the rest of the day hanging out together with Charlie. They'll be flying out tomorrow to New York, so it's nice to have some time together before we're apart for a few weeks. Scarlett texts me a couple of times and I respond to be nice.

Scarly: So when do you get to New York? We should head for dinner to celebrate being reunited.

Y/n/n: I'm actually not flying back with Flo. I'm staying for some last minute work in LA for a few more weeks.

Scarly: Wait what? You didn't mention anything last night. We were meant to be reunited to take New York by storm.

Y/n: You were a little distracted last night. I'm sure you'll be fine until I get there next month.

My response is a little short and I feel bad. But I don't think I can keep up with the charade anymore. She's not too happy that I didn't tell her, but eventually stops complaining about it. She makes me promise to have a bestie weekend when I get home and I reluctantly agree. Hopefully by then, I'll be in a better place and can be a good friend to her without being hung up on her.

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The first few days in LA on my own were weird. I had always been around Flo and having this time working with her but from the other side of the country, is strange. But I soon get into a routine and start to focus on myself a bit more. I start going to the gym and eating better. I'm really starting to feel good about myself and the more days that pass the less I'm thinking of Scarlett.

Flo contacted me after being away for a week to inform me that Hailee is back in LA and would like to meet up. She shares my number with her, and I end up getting a text from her 5 minutes after hanging up from Flo. She works fast!

Over the next few weeks, I spend a lot of time with Hailee. She is so sweet and hilariously funny. I really enjoy spending time with her, and we've gone on some interesting dates. Flo is super excited as she gets the gossip from both sides and is even more excited when I tell her that Hailee will be coming to New York for a few weeks for work, so we arrange to all go out together.

Whilst Hailee and I are having lunch together at a local Italian, she looks up to me a little nervously. "Everything ok?" I ask her and she nods. "Yeah. I um. Just have a question for you." She stutters a little. I nod encouragingly, smiling to show her I'm listening. "Kevin Feige is setting up this charity gala in New York. There are loads of the cast from different Marvel movies attending. I was wondering if you would like to be my date?" She asks me through a wave of confidence.

"I would love to." I respond a little too quickly, but Hailee doesn't seem to care as her eyes go wide. "Really?!" She asks and I nod. "Yeah. I'd be stupid to say no to getting to turn up with a beautiful lady on my arm." I flirt, making her blush. "Amazing, I'll get my team to sort it all out." She says excitedly, reaching out to take my hand.

After extending my stay in LA for another week, I finally return to New York. I've kept in contact with Scarlett whilst I've been away, but she's been busy, helping me in creating the needed distance. I definitely feel like I'm in a better position to see her again. Although Hailee and I are only friends at the moment, she's brought a new happiness to my life and even if she's just a new friend, she's helped me more than she knows.

I'm only home for about 4 hours when there's a knock at my door. I know it's not Flo as she's out of town for a couple of days. But I'm also not surprised when I see Scarlett smiling excitedly, a bottle of wine in her hand. She instantly pulls me into a tight hug. "Thank God your home. You're never allowed to be gone for so long again." She tells me firmly, letting herself into my apartment, making her way into the kitchen and grabbing two glasses.

We spend the evening catching up and I can see how far I've come. Looking at Scarlett, I know there are some feelings still under the surface, but I know I'm on my way to getting over her. I actually enjoy myself, seeing that our friendship is intact and I hope that it continues that way.

"So, Y/n/n I was hoping you'd be my plus one for a charity Gala next week. I wanted to ask you earlier, but I also wanted to ask you face to face." She tells me with a smile, but it drops when she sees my frown. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm actually already going with someone else." I tell her. "Oh, is Charlie not able to go with Flo?" She asks but I shake my head. "I'm actually going with Hailee." I tell her and I'm sure I see pain flash across her face.

"Steinfeld?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, we've been getting to know each other in LA." I tell her. She gulps a little and forces a smile on her face. "Are you dating?" She questions. "Not really. Well, maybe kind of. We've just been spending time together. Flo introduced us." I explain. "Hmm. I'll be talking with her." She mumbles. I don't think she realises that she says that out loud, but I let it slide. "Well, at least I'll get to see you there." She says, forcing that fake smile again.

The rest of the night feels a little awkward. Is she unhappy that I'm unable to go with her. I mean, I'm only ever there for her until she finds the person that she wants to head home with. At least this time, I'll be with someone that wants me there with them entirely.

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The night of the gala comes around quickly. Hailee and I get ready together at my apartment as she doesn't have a property in New York. It's quite relaxed, even though there are about 10 strangers in my home, getting us, all made up for the night.

We meet with Flo and Charlie to go into the gala together. Hailee holds her arm out to me and I link with her. "Shall we." She smiles, scrunching up her nose at me. "After you Miss Steinfeld." I return. We take our time taking photos along the red carpet. It's strange being in the photos like this. Normally, I stand back as Scarlett has her photos taken. But Hailee has her arm tightly around me, only letting me go when her manager insists she needs solo photos.

As we reach the end of the carpet, I hear Scarlett's name being called and turn to see her walking down the red carpet on her own. She's killing it and the crowd are eating it up to see her going solo. I smile, seeing her doing so well, but turn back to Hailee, giving her my full attention.

When we get into the hall, we find our table and I see that Scarlett is sat next to me. Also on our table are Flo, Lizzie and Seb. As I'm pulling out Hailee's chair for her, I hear the familiar raspy voice from beside me. "Always the gentlewoman is Y/n." She smiles.

I turn and give her a hug in greeting. "You look lovely Scarlett." I tell her and she returns the compliment. "Have you met Hailee before?" I ask. "Very briefly, but it's lovely to see you again." She says, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Dinner is actually really fun. There is live music through the night, an auction and a couple of speeches to talk about the cause they're supporting. We're having a good time on our table and the drinks are flowing. I notice that Scarlett is looking fiercely at Hailee and I. But each time I make eye contact, she smiles and lets the façade drop.

The last musical act of the night is Niall Horan. He's great but I see that Hailee becomes more uncomfortable. Then I remember that they broke up not too long ago. I lean into her and place my arm around her shoulder. "Are you ok?" I ask quietly and she nods. "Yeah. Just haven't seen him in a while." She admits. "Do you want a drink?" I ask and she nods. "Yeah, let's go." She smiles, taking my hand and leading me off to the bar. I can feel Scarlett's eyes on me as we walk away but I ignore it. Focusing on Hailee in this moment.

Whilst we're at the bar, I hear an Irish accent and Hailee freezes. She looks at me and I smile, taking an exaggerated breath which she copies. She then turns around and greets Niall. "This is Y/n." She introduces me after they have a short hug. "Pleasure to meet you." He smiles, holding his hand out to me. I take it and smile in return. "You too."

There is an awkward silence and I suddenly feel like I'm the odd one out. "Could we uh. Maybe talk?" Niall asks and Hailee stutters at the request, turning to look at me. "Go on, I'll take our drinks to the table." I tell her and she smiles gratefully. "Thanks Y/n." She replies, placing a kiss to my cheek and following Niall.

I return to the table and Flo looks at me with a confused look. "Where's Hailee?" She asks. "Uh. Niall wanted to talk to her." I inform her and she looks shocked. "Oh." Is all she says. "Yeah. Oh." I say back. There are clearly feelings still between them and I'm expecting the inevitable to happen.

"Where are the others?" I ask, not lingering on the subject of Hailee. "On the dance floor." She replies, pointing in their direction. Lizzie and Seb are dancing like idiots whilst Scarlett is dancing with a man I don't recognise. Probably her conquest for the night.

"Shall we join them?" She asks and I nod, downing my drink, wanting to dance with my sister. We join the others and Scarlett's eyes flick to me and then around us. I'm not sure what she's looking for, but whatever it is, makes her leave the arms of the mystery man to join us in a group dance.

I let myself go, not dwelling on the disaster that is my love life. In this moment, I'm having a great time dancing with everyone. It's nice actually having this time with Scarlett too. She's giving far more attention than she normally does. I wonder if Flo has told her the whole Hailee thing and she's feeling sorry for me.

My happiness doesn't last for long though when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I see Hailee with a guilty look on her face. She nods her head to the side of the dance floor, and I follow her. Feeling Flo and Scarlett's gaze on us. "I'm really sorry." Hailee rushes out but I stop her. "It's ok. You still have feelings for him." I answer for her. "H-how did you know?" She asks shocked. "I could see it. It's quite obvious." I chuckle. "Oh. I didn't mean for this to happen. I really do like you." She says but I can tell it's conflicted.

"It's really ok. We aren't together. It was nice being able to spend time with you." I reassure her, but it doesn't stop tears falling down her cheeks. "Why are you being so kind?" She asks. "There's nothing to be angry about. As long as you're happy, that's what matters." I respond, and she pulls me into a tight hug. "I'd love to still be friends with you. You've really brought some light to my life." She says, almost with a pleading look. "Friends it is." I smile, holding my hand out jokingly. She takes it and shakes it laughing. "Now go find your man." I instruct her.

She looks at me once more, almost like she's checking that I'm ok. When she sees what she's looking for, she turns around and I watch as she makes her way to Niall. Not feeling like staying around anymore, I head to find Flo, who's with Charlie on the dance floor.

When I reach her, she looks at me with a sympathetic look. "Well?" She asks, although I'm sure she already knows. "It seems like I'm never destined to be more than friends." I chuckle coldly. "Oh Y/n/n. You deserve so much more." She wraps her arms around me and holds me tight. "Maybe one day. But right now. I think I want to head home." I say and she nods. "Of course. We can come take you." She offers but I shake my head.

"No. Stay you're having fun. I can just grab a cab. I'll text you when I'm home" I reassure her. "Ok. If, you're sure. Please be careful." She says, placing a kiss to my cheek. I say goodbye to Charlie and Lizzie and ask Flo to tell Scarlett that I've headed home. Assuming that she's off with that guy from earlier.

Scarlett's POV:

Seeing Y/n hand in hand with Hailee was a pain I did not enjoy feeling. The jealousy built up within me, but I forced a fake smile on my face. When she told me she was going to be her plus one, it broke my heart. I love going to events like this with Y/n. She's so much fun and I feel like I can be completely myself around her.

I had developed feelings for her about a year ago, but I knew she was off limits being Flo's sister. Though seeing her tonight, I think I need a conversation with Flo. I don't think I can see Y/n date someone else. It would break me.

When she and Flo joined us on the dance floor, I looked around to see where Hailee was, but I couldn't see her which was odd. What I did notice was the change in demeanour from Y/n. I know her like the back of my hand, and I can tell when her feelings change. Has Hailee hurt her? If she has, I'm going to be having words.

When Hailee returns, I glare at her and watch intently as Y/n follows her off the dance floor. "Easy there you might kill her with that glare." Flo laughs at me. "You know, if you like her, you should just tell her. Stop fucking around with randoms and get your act together for her." She calls me out and I look at her shocked. "Come on, your feelings for her are pretty obvious. No matter how many people you sleep with, it won't change that. But you should know, you're going to lose her if you don't sort it out." Flo warns me.

"I uh. That's not what's going on. Besides, she's your sister." I try to defend weekly, and she just laughs loudly. "That doesn't bother me. As long as you're both happy that's all that matters. But I'm telling you now, if you decide to go there, you better not hurt her anymore. I won't take seeing her sad." She threatens lightly. "Wait, what do you mean anymore?" I question, which makes Flo's eyes go wide.

"Flo?" I question lowly but she just looks around her for an escape, which comes in the guise of Charlie, who she quickly pulls into her for a heated kiss. "Ok, wow. No need to eat his face. I don't need to see this." I say with a scrunched up face. I turn and make my way to the bathroom.

I splash some water on my face and try to psych myself up. "Come on Johansson. Just bite the bullet and tell her how you feel." I give myself a pep talk, looking at myself in the mirror. I need to do this before it's too late and her and Hailee are together.

With a wave of confidence, I make my way out of the bathroom on the hunt for Y/n. I catch the back of her and see her leaving. I run towards Flo in a panic. "Where's she going?" I ask her, worried I'm about to miss my opportunity. "She's heading home" Flo replies, a sad look on her face as she watches after her sister. "What about Hailee?" I ask but she simply points towards the bar where she's in the arms of Niall.

It makes my blood boil to know she's hurt her. It takes all of me to not head over there and give her a piece of my mind for hurting my best friend. "If you're quick, you might be able to catch her." Flo smirks at me. I don't think, instead, I rush off in pursuit of Y/n.

When I get outside, I see her propped against the wall, clearly waiting for a taxi. I take a deep breath and slowly walk over to her, resting on the wall next to her. "I'm sorry." I say, not really sure how to approach the situation. "It's ok. I'm used to leaving these sorts of things on my own." She chuckles dryly. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask her. She's normally at these things with me.

"Oh, come on Scar. I'm normally getting a taxi after you've headed back home with whoever you've decided you want to sleep with that night." She responds with a bite to her tone. "Come on, that's not fair." I defend but she rolls her eyes. "When was the last time we left something like this together?" She asks me. My mouth just opens and closes as I try to find the answer, but it doesn't come to me.

"There's my cab, I better go." She says whilst I'm still lost in my head. But before she can walk away, I grab her arm and pull her into me. I don't even think, and I press my lips against hers. It takes her by shock and takes a moment before she starts to kiss me back. Her lips are soft, and I feel fireworks ignite in my stomach. But as she starts to sink into the kiss, she suddenly pulls away.

"NO!" She shouts as she pushes me away. "What?" I ask her shocked at her response. Oh God, have I totally misread this situation? I was sure she had feelings in return. "I will not be another notch on your bed post." She yells at me, her hands rising to her hair. "God, every time we come to these, I have to see you leave with some random person who you inevitably kick out and never see again. I force myself to come with you under the hope that maybe one day you might see that I'm here, right in front of you, and can give you what you've been looking for. But instead, I torture myself each time." She rants, angry at both me and herself.

She starts to pace, and I step in front of her to stop her. "Please stop pacing and listen to me." I try to get her attention. But she tries to walk around me towards the taxi. I manage to stop her and wave the taxi off, much to Y/n's annoyance. "Scarlett, that was my ride home." She exhales whilst glaring at me.

"Just stop and let me talk and I'll make sure you get home. Please." I practically beg her. She looks at me and sighs, nodding, indicating for me to go ahead. "You're right. I've been an ass, bringing you along and ditching you when I find someone to leave with. But you have to understand I only did that because I am madly in love with you and thought that you were out of reach." I admit.

She looks at me in complete shock. "No. This is some sort of joke." She tries to deny it, but I grip her arms a little tighter. "I didn't think that Flo would allow me to date you. So, I pushed my feelings down and tried to forget about you. But I never could." I share, embarrassed to admit that I chose to cope in this way.

"When I broke up with Colin, it hit me hard, not because I wasn't with him anymore. But because it became more obvious that I wasn't going to be able to avoid my feelings for you. So, I did what I do best and slept around so I could at least numb that feeling for a while." Tears start to build in my eyes as I admit my deepest feelings for Y/n.

I know that this is my only chance with her. I may miss any chance of being with her and may even ruin our friendship. I look at her, hoping to see any response or get an understanding for how she's feeling. But for the first time in a long time, I can't. Everything I've learnt about her, is wasted in this moment. "I was selfish. I didn't want to lose our friendship. Instead of being truthful, I dragged you along, pretending that I didn't know the pain it was causing you." I confess, ashamed of it.

"Please, just know that I do truly love you. I would do anything to have a chance to prove that to you. I don't think I can live this life without you in it. Please just tell me I have a chance." I plead, taking her hand in mine. She doesn't pull it away which gives me some comfort. "Scarlett, I don't know. I've tried so hard to move on from you." She says, pain lacing her voice. "That's why you stayed in LA?" I finally realise and she nods.

"It hurt when you would flirt with me and treat me like I was the only person in the room, to just ditch me at the first sign of someone else." She shares her feelings, and I can see how much damage I've caused. "I am so sorry that I made you feel like that. I wish I had just had the confidence to admit my feelings in the first place. I could have saved us both a lot of pain." I sigh.

"Y/n, please let me try to make this up to you. Even if it's just as friends. As much as that will hurt." I plead, hoping she'll give me a chance. She looks at me, her eyes darting between my own. She lets out a long sigh and shakes her head. "I'm going to regret this." She mumbles to herself, before lifting her head to look at me. "Ok, but we need to go slow. I want to know that you're 100% in this." She responds, making my heart sore.

"Of course, Y/n. I will do everything in my power to show you my true intention. We'll go at your pace, and I will make sure that I have clear communication with you. Thank you for giving me a chance. I won't waste it." I thank her, taking her other hand in mine, my smile growing with happy tears falling. "Can I start by taking you on a date?" I ask her nervously. "I'd like that." She responds shyly, which makes my heart flutter. She's so cute.

"Perfect, I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Wear something comfy. I'm going to pamper you." I tell her through a big smile. "Someone's eager." She chuckles. "I've wasted too much time. I'm not wasting anymore." I tell her, our gaze locking on each other. I want nothing more than to kiss her, but I know I need to take this slow and do this right. Hopefully if the date tomorrow goes well, I'll get to kiss her then.

"Come on, I'll take you home." I tell her, directing her towards my driver. I hold the door open for her and she slides in. When I get in next to her, I take her hand in mine. The ride to her apartment is silent, but it's not awkward.

When we pull up outside her building, I get out to walk her to her door. "Thank you for giving me another chance Y/n. I promise I'll make this up to you." I thank her, feeling a relief that hopefully we're on the right track now. "Don't mess this up Johansson." She smiles at me, opening her door. "Oh, trust me. I don't plan to." I smirk, waving to her as she goes to shut the door. "See you tomorrow." She smiles, lingering for a moment. "See you tomorrow, Pugh." I grin, walking back towards the elevator.

As soon as the door shuts, my whole body relaxes. I can't believe she agreed. The smile is plastered on my face, with no plans on leaving anytime soon. As I make my way home, I think of how I can give her the perfect date. I want it to be everything that she deserves. Because I know that Y/n is it for me. There is no one else in this world that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I just need to prove that to her and this date will be the first step to doing that. 

#scarlett johansson x y/n #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson fanfiction #scarlett johansson #celebrity fanfic #celebrity fanfiction

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Quite the Charmer

Summary: A cute morning with your girl on her special day!

Authors note: Happy Birthday Scarlett!! (shes now as old as Nat will ever be...)

Word count: 1027 Scarlett Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

   A smile spreads across your face as you pour syrup on the large stack of waffles you just got finished making. Once you're content with the amount on them you slide the plate, two cups of coffee, a small bowl of cut up strawberries, and a small vase with a single red rose inside it. Before picking up the tray you pat the pocket of your robe, and are satisfied once you feel the long box secure in your pocket.

   You slowly make your way upstairs to your shared bedroom, where you find your girlfriend peacefully sleeping. The morning light doesn’t seem to bother her slumber, and you chuckle softly as you take in the way her hair messily spreads across her pillow, a few strands even sticking to her forehead. You contemplate taking a picture, just for yourself of course, but knowing that she’d likely be mortified regardless of who has access to it, you decide against it.

   You carefully set the tray down on your bedside stand before moving the cups off of it and onto the table. You then make your way back into bed next to the slumbering woman. You lay a gentle hand on her shoulder and smile at the familiar feel of the fabric of what was once your shirt beneath your fingertips. 

   “Honey, time to get up” you softly call out, shaking her shoulder slightly. She groans before turning slightly and burying her head into the pillow. Her actions earn a chuckle from you, and you try again, “If you don’t get up, I won’t give you any morning cuddles”

   She practically bolts upright, only narrowly missing colliding her head with yours, “ ‘m up!”

   “I can see that” you laugh, clearing her face of a few wild strands of hair, “Mornin’ gorgeous” 

  She smiles as a blush settles across her cheeks, something you always found adorable because, well she's called various synonyms of beautiful all the time by loads of different people, but it only ever means anything when it comes from you.

   “Good morning” she greets, her voice a bit raspier than usual due to just getting up, “What smells so good?”

   You reach over to the bedside table and turn on the light before grabbing the tray to hand to her, “Happy birthday, baby.”

   Her face lights up with a large smile and she eagerly reaches out for the tray. She notices the rose first and she makes a mental note to somehow save it before looking at all the food, “Thank you love, you're helping me eat this stack, right?”

  “Of course” you giggle, “Thats why theres two forks”

    She presses a chaste kiss against your cheek before grabbing her fork and starting to eat, and you follow suit. A peaceful silence envelops the room as the two of you enjoy breakfast and in that silence your mind buzzes with excitement. You really hope she likes all you have planned, and her gift.

   “That was delicious” she compliments, breaking the silence before she pops the last piece of strawberry into her mouth, “Thank you”

   “It was my pleasure to dote on you on your special day”

   She playfully rolls her eyes, “You dote on me everyday”

   “Yeah, but today it's an extra special kind of doting” you explain, nudging her with your shoulder playfully

   She hums in agreement and takes a sip of her coffee, “How did you get away with making these without waking the kids?”

   “I'm very lucky. In fact, this very conversation is being had on borrowed time” she laughs at your no very untrue statement, “Which is why it's time to give you, this”

   Her eyes widen a bit upon seeing the box and she reaches out to grab it. She hasn’t even opened it yet and you can tell how grateful she is. She carefully opens the box and can’t help but smile at the bracelet inside. It’s an intricate little chain, ordained with a few charms, each with a special meaning behind them. 

   The little black widow spider for her time as Natasha Romanoff, a rose to represent her daughter, a Cosmo to represent her son, the Empire State building to represent her love of New York, a movie reel to represent her acting career, and lastly a palm tree to represent the beach in L.A. where the two of you had first met

   “Y/n…”

   You let out a nervous chuckle, “I know it's not as fancy as your David Yorman stuff, but- ”

   “It’s perfect” she assures, grabbing it from the box and holding it around her wrist, “Help me put it on?”

   You reach down and let your fingertips trail across the soft skin of her wrist before latching the clasp. You admire they way it looks before trying to move them away, but she quickly reaches out and intertwines her fingers with yours

   “I love it, Y/n. And I love you”

   A smile lights up your features, a smile reserved only for her, “I love you too Scarlett”

   She leans in, placing her lips against yours in a kiss full of emotion. And though it starts out soft, it quickly turns into the kind of kiss that leads to exploring each other fully. But then the patter of feet from down the hall has both of you pulling away and glancing at the door

   “Mommy! Happy birthday!” Rose excited says before nearly launching herself at the blonde

   “Thank you honey”

   The girl pulls away enough to look at you, “Did you give her her present?”

   “I did.” 

   She smiles and reaches for her moms hand and admires the jewelry, “So pretty”

   Your girlfriend smiles, “It is, isn’t it. I can’t wait to wear it out to dinner tonight”

   Her comment has you smiling in turn, and you're glad you made the decision to give her a more sentimental gift. And you also find it cute that she legitimately does seem excited to show it off to her family.

   “Now come on, we better go get your brother” Scarlett says before looking at you, “You ready to make them some waffles too?”

   “I’m always ready for waffles”

#scarlett x y/n #scarlett x reader #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #fanfic #celebrity fanfic

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Patient Man Ch. 2

One week later

“Y/N!” Sebastian burst into her hotel room with the key card she gave him.  

“Seb!” she yelled back as she came out of the bathroom, her makeup artist and hairdresser finishing getting her ready for another day of interviews on the press tour.  He looked her over, her hair done in an intricate braid, her signature style on full display with her clothes and bright green wedges that made him wonder what she would look like with only them on.

“Wow, love, you look beautiful,” he breathed.  

She smiled, putting her earrings on, and looked him over as well.  “Thank you, honey,” he beamed at the pet name. “You look pretty snazzy yourself, sir.”  His eyes slightly widened at the second pet name, but he quickly recovered and gave her a smirk.  

“All for you, sweet cheeks.”

She giggled, her cheeks blushing a soft pink that he just wanted to kiss.  “You ready to go?” she asked, “We could walk down to the car together.”

“Yes!” Sebastian said a little too quickly.  

As they made their way down to the lobby, Sebastian got progressively more excited.  He had arranged a surprise for Y/N and couldn’t wait to see her reaction.  She seemed to notice his newfound giddiness and eyed him warily.  “What’s up with you?  Did you do something?”

He blushed and avoided her eyes, “No, why would you say that?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed, squinting her eyes at him and popping an eyebrow up in suspicion.  The elevator doors thankfully opened and he grabbed her hand to drag her out so they could get to the surprise more quickly.  

“Seb, what are you doing?  What’s going on—“  Y/N stopped suddenly when she saw who was in front of her. 

“Mama!” Lulu and Ollie screamed, running full sprint where they had been talking to their grandparents by the doors in the lobby.  Y/N immediately broke down into tears, sinking to her knees so she could catch them both.  They launched themselves into her arms and laughed as she squeezed them tight, kissing them all over their faces.  Sebastian had taken a step back to let them have a moment, watching the family reunion with a sappy smile on his face.  He heard a click and looked up to see a person catching the moment on their phone, smiling from both seeing some famous faces as well as the cuteness of the situation.  Sebastian decided to step in their line of sight to make it harder to record, and knelt down next to the kids.

“Was this a good surprise?” he asked tentatively as Y/N tried wiping away some of her tears, still holding her children as close to her as possible.  

Y/N looked at him with watery eyes, lower lip quivering, and shook her head affirmatively.  Lulu and Ollie noticed him. “Sebby!”  He smiled wide at them as they hurled themselves at him next, and he fell over from the force of the little bodies hitting him.  “Hey my munchkins!” he laughed as they climbed all over him, squeezing him as hard as they could.  

Y/N looked on smiling like an idiot, wiping the last of her tears away.  As Sebastian played with them she looked at her parents who had been flown in with the kids.  They both smiled at her and the kids loving Sebastian so much.  They were too young to remember their father very well, and she was happy that the kids had someone like a father figure to look up to and have back in their lives.  Y/N had been feeling the fluttering of emotions she hadn’t felt in over 2 years, and as much as it scared her, she couldn’t stop smiling at the scene before her.  

6 months later 

Sebastian Stan and Y/N are starring in a new movie together, again!  They’ve been looking very cozy lately and we’re wondering, is the chemistry on-screen translating to off-screen romance?  Y/N will be taking on a daring new role as a burlesque dancer turned nanny working for Sebastian’s character as a single dad to a young girl.  Will she be able to pull it off?  We can’t wait to see!

Sebastian couldn’t believe it when he had auditioned for the part, got the callback, and showed up for the screen tests that Y/N would be there as his co-star.  He had been silently ecstatic, trying to play it cool when he saw her there waiting.  Sebastian had been given the script by his agent and had liked the story, thinking it would be an interesting part to play in a more romantic comedy type of movie, taking a small break from the more intense characters he’d been playing over the past few years.  

He’d been in a romantic relationship with her character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and had loved every minute of it, but now he was getting to play a different type of relationship with her that would turn romantic as well.  He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little too turned on by the fact that she would be doing a lap dance on him for a scene.  

“Alright my dudes, today is the day!” the director yelled out.  They had shot most of the movie already within the last few months and only had a week left.  Y/N had been practicing pole dancing and burlesque dancing for the role, and was getting pretty good at it.  This last week would be her shooting the burlesque scenes with Sebastian’s character at a burlesque club.  She actually quite enjoyed it, and her kids would go to the gym with her as she practiced and learned new moves.  Lulu liked to try swinging around on another pole as Y/N did her choreographed routine for the scene.  Sebastian had met them all once at the gym before going to a family dinner.  He had seen Y/N finishing up her routine, and had had to hide for a minute to get himself to calm down and make the bulge in his pants go away.  He didn’t know how he was going to handle the lap dance scene today.  There would be no acting in that scene on his part.  

“We’re shooting the scene that we’ve all been waiting for today,” the director went on.  Everyone started to “ooh” at Y/N as she stood there in her robe, and she cheekily posed although her cheeks were burning.  Sebastian had a few crew members give him a little nudges and wiggle their eyebrows at him.  He just smiled, trying not to let on how excited he actually was for today.  He looked at Y/N and could see that although she was putting on a nonchalant front she was extremely nervous.  They had been in close proximity and intimate situations with each other before for the previous movie, and she was generally a physical person, but this was a very different, much more sexually charged situation than what they had experienced together before.  

Y/N hadn’t been intimate with anyone since her husband died, and had barely dated recently, but it was never anything serious or physical.  Sebastian felt the protective urge to pull her away from the group, but the director was speaking again, giving a rundown of the schedule for the day.  It was all intimate moments today, and while Sebastian was excited, he knew he had to be patient with Y/N.  It would be a long day for her. 

They dove right into the pole dancing, where Sebastian’s single father character on a night out with his work friends is taken to a burlesque club and sees a dancer that he recognizes as his live-in nanny on the stage.  The director called action and Y/N took off with the music, getting lost in the resonant beats, her supple body sliding up and down the pole then slowly twirling to the floor where she started crawling along the small stage.  Sebastian was supposed to look surprised and slightly angry during this scene upon realizing the dancer is his nanny, but he felt like he was failing miserably.  He could feel his eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth hanging open, hands balled into fists to stop himself from palming the growing tent in his pants, willing himself to think of unattractive things to make it go away.  The other male actors in the scene were whooping and hollering as she interacted with those close to the stage, making him furious that they got to see her this way, that it wasn’t just all for him.  Finally the song ended and Y/N did her final move and posed, a coy smile on her face, and Sebastian remembered himself, quickly contorting his face into a scowl for the camera at the last second.  

“Cut!” the director yelled and started clapping as he went over to Y/N who was still sitting on the stage, moving to a more comfortable position, trying to cover herself a little more with her arms across her chest.  “You’re amazing, gorgeous, sublime, I can’t even handle it!” he exclaimed, making her smile slightly.  “We’re just gonna run it a couple more times to get more angles, then we should be done,” he said, taking her hands in his.  She smiled wider and said something quietly to him that made him laugh.  He then turned to Sebastian, who didn’t dare stand up yet.  “Very good, Seb,” he said as he walked over to where he sat, then when he was closer in earshot slyly said, “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”  Sebastian blushed and looked away, finally getting the bulge to disappear from the embarrassment of the situation.  “It’s okay,” the director said quietly as Sebastian stood up, “but you should probably go talk to her, tell her she did a good job.  She’s feeling a little exposed.”  Sebastian immediately looked back to Y/N as a dresser was giving her the robe to cover herself again and the actors near her were giving her high fives, making him quickly walk over.  As he approached, Y/N started looking anywhere but him, giving him a glance here and there. 

“Hey Seb,” she said, looking down, adjusting the strap around the robe.  

“Hey hun,” he smiled slightly, “how are you feeling doing all this?”

Y/N shrugged, still playing with the strap on the robe.  Sebastian felt that protective surge come over him again and pulled her to the side away from everyone else.  

“Y/N, it’s okay to feel a bit awkward and exposed.  I did the first time I did a love scene,” he said quietly.  She looked up at him then, eyes tight and apprehensive.  

“Really?” she whispered.  

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets.  “Being basically naked, tons of people and cameras watching and catching every little move you make, and the idea that millions of people would see it when the movie came out?  It was terrifying.”  He stepped a little closer, taking her hands off the strap she was still holding tightly.  He squeezed her hands and she squeezed his back.  “But you were amazing up there,” he murmured, his voice becoming more husky than usual.  “You have nothing to worry about.  People are going to love you in this movie and in this role. I know you feel a little weird right now, and that’s okay, it’s valid.  Just embrace it and the day will go by faster,” he then winked at her to lighten the mood.

Y/N giggled at that, and looked down at his hands again, giving them an extra hard squeeze before looking back up at him.  “I’m nervous about later today for our other scene,” she said softly.  

Sebastian furrowed his brow quizzically, “Why?  We’ve been in intimate scenes before.”

“Well yeah, but…” she started, then bit her lip.  Sebastian wished she wouldn’t do that, it was too sexy.  “Those other scenes were kissing and hugging and mostly mild compared to me giving you a fucking lap dance!”

He threw his head back in a laugh, and pulled her into a hug.  She slapped his chest as he laughed at her, but couldn’t help but to laugh along with him.  

“You got me there, sweetie,” he laughed, then gave her a kiss on the top of her head that barely reached just under his chin.  “But it’s going to be okay, it’s just me.  We can do this.”

Y/N sighed into his chest.  “I know we’ll be fine, I just…” she then pulled back and looked down.  “I haven’t actually been intimate with anyone for a while, so this feels kinda…big.”  

Sebastian’s heart broke for her then.  He gave her a small smile, and as her eyes started to well up with tears of anxiety he quickly cupped her cheeks and swiped under her eyes with his thumbs.

“Hey, just breathe okay?” he said quietly, moving forward and crouching slightly so he could put his forehead against hers as he held her face in his hands.  “You can trust me, okay?  It’s just me.  I’m sure you’re feeling anxiety and nerves, and probably a little scared, right?”  Y/N nodded as she gripped his wrists.  “That’s okay.  When we get to it, just focus on me and you, nobody else, got it?  Just you and me, babe.  Just you and me.”  He looked deeply in her eyes as she stared up at him.  She seemed to be looking for something as her eyes looked back and forth between his.  Her stare made him feel self-conscious but he didn’t dare look away, letting himself indulge in this little moment.  She seemed to like what she found as she blinked a couple times and then gave him a smile.  Sebastian smiled back at her as she gripped his wrists a little harder one more time, then rubbed the tip of her nose on his nose, making him laugh.  She would be okay.  He’d make sure of it.  

Later that night

It was time.  The lap dance scene was kicking off in a matter of minutes, the scenes leading up to it had been shot and her entrance into the room was done, now it was time for the actual dance.  Y/N had only practiced it on a chair with nobody in it or with the choreographer, and so far it didn’t feel as sexual to her as it was about to.  Y/N was wringing her hands, trying to keep her breathing even as Sebastian sat down in the chair in the middle of the private room in the burlesque club.  Sebastian looked over to her standing in the corner and lifted his hand up to her to come forward.  She quickly walked to him and put her hand in his outstretched one.  He smiled reassuringly at her and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb.  She puffed out a bit of air between her lips and smiled back at him.  He winked and pulled her closer so he could speak in her ear as the loud music was playing in the background.  

“Just remember to have fun and play along.  It’s you and me.  Just you and me,” he whispered so only she could hear.  His gravelly voice made Y/N shiver slightly, and she stood back up and winked at him.  He chuckled at that and let her hand go. 

“Everybody in position!  Let’s get this done and go home!” the director yelled over the music.  “Light check!  Good, sound check!  Good, good.  Now, Y/N, you ready?”

Y/N got in position, took a deep breath and let it out, then gave him the thumbs up.  “Great, and cue music!”

The moment the song “Touch It” by Ariana Grande came on, Y/N seemed to slip into her own little world.  She began to sway to the music, her hands gliding up her body and into her hair, tugging at her locks, then slipping her fingers through the strands and up above her head.  She seemed to almost be slithering her way towards Sebastian as she twirled.  She sank to her knees, then tipped her upper body forward so she was on all fours and began crawling towards him.  Even though they had gone over what she was going to do since the dance was choreographed and rehearsed, Sebastian still wasn’t prepared for just how erotic it would be.  Y/N finally reached him, touching his knees first to hoist herself up and after a few smooth moves lithely set herself on his lap.  He kept his hands in fists at his sides, both for the character he was playing and also for himself.  He wasn’t sure he’d be able to make his hands behave once he was allowed to touch her.  Right on cue she took his hands and set them on her hips, and he gripped them tightly, trying to ground himself in the moment.  She was a vision, with her hair slightly messy, a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and her bright lidded eyes looking at him hungrily.  He wanted so badly for that look to be real.  

At the rise of the music in one of the last choruses she reached up and ran her fingers through his longer hair that he had grown out for this movie.  She gave his hair a good tug, making his head fall back, and he couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled past his lips from how good it felt.  Y/N didn’t let it distract her and leaned forward and licked his exposed neck, giving his pulse point a nip, then rubbing her nose along his neck to the soft spot just below his ear and sucking it softly.  Sebastian was harder than he could ever remember being before.  Y/N finished her dance as the music died down, doing her choreographed last few moves, then slid off of him and made her exit from the room, her hips swaying in her tiny outfit.  

Sebastian didn’t dare move, his eyes blown wide as he watched her and his hands back into tight fists resting on his knees.  The music finally stopped and the lights went up again.  

“CUT!” the director screamed.  “Yes!  Yes, Y/N, that was amazing!” he praised her as she shyly came back through the door, arms covering her chest again as she fidgeted with the small shorts she had on.  He gave her a quick hug and then put his hands on her shoulders.  Sebastian felt a sting of jealousy towards the man for touching her, but still couldn’t move due to his painful, raging boner.  Y/N just smiled lightly at the director.  

“It was so good.  We’re just going to need you to sit on his lap and do some more dancing for a few more takes so we can get some more camera angles, k?  I know it's weird, but we’ll only be doing this for a little bit longer, I promise,” the director said quietly to her as the cameramen and sound people were moving everything around frantically trying to get to the next position.  Y/N just nodded resolutely.  The director looked over at Sebastian.  “You good with that?”  Sebastian just nodded as well, trying to shrug off that this delicious torture wasn’t over yet.

“Ok people, places!  Music!  ACTION!”

Y/N picked up the choreography right where the music started, and sat in Sebastian’s lap again.  She put his hands in position on her hips again, and ground down on his lap.  “Y/N!  If it’s okay, can Sebastian put his hands on your back and your butt?” the director yelled over the music.  Y/N’s body seemed to stutter for just a second, but she quickly recovered and pushed his hands down til they cupped her buttcheeks, giving his hands a squeeze to let him know it was okay.  Sebastian’s heart felt like it would literally leap out of his throat at any second, and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of getting to touch her like this.  He knew it was wrong, but it felt so right, so he took advantage of the situation.  He only held her butt for a second before moving his hands up her back, fisting her tiny outfit in his hands to pull her closer to his body, pushing her down further onto his erection, trying to relieve some of the bulge with the friction.  Y/N’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping after feeling just how hard and large he was pressed up against her groin.  She gripped his shoulders as he pushed her closer, her nose bumping with his, and she felt herself get lost in the moment.  Forgetting the choreography, she just enjoyed the feeling of him against her, his large hands splayed across her back, his broad chest heaving with his deep breaths, her legs wrapped around his waist.  Y/N quickly collected herself as the music progressed into a pivotal chorus high note, and quickly ran her fingers through his hair again, pulling his head back.  This time the moan he let out rumbled in his chest and was much closer to her than the first time, and she trembled from the resonance of it.  She once again licked his neck along his pulse point, sucking the soft spot below his ear, and loved how she could feel him cup her buttcheeks again and pull her down on him again.  She hadn’t felt this intimate, this exposed, this sexual and this wanted in a long time, and let herself revel in the feelings she was having towards Sebastian.  

“CUT!” the director called out again.  Y/N stopped grinding, slowly releasing his hair but stayed sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.  Sebastian closed his eyes, trying not to scream at the director while also being extremely thankful that Y/N didn’t get up.  His cheeks were flaring crimson in embarrassment, his head hanging in shame at being caught enjoying himself.  

“It’s looking great you guys.  Seb, you good?” the director asked as he stood next to them, a smirk pulling at his lips.  Sebastian didn’t look up, just gave him a quick thumbs up.  The director chuckled.  “Alright, just one more angle that I’m wanting then we’ll be done, k?  Y/N, you feeling okay?  I hope it wasn’t too much for him to touch you some more.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m okay,” Y/N said steadily, squeezing the back of Sebastian’s neck lightly, trying to let him know that it really was okay.  Sebastian tapped her leg lightly in response.

“Alright, we’re just going to do one more shot from above, then we’ll be done for the day.  So let’s start just about a minute back in the music, alright?  Alright.  LIGHTS!  MUSIC!  ACTION!”

Y/N started slowly grinding against Sebastian’s hips again, but this time after pulling his head back by his hair and kissing his neck, she ran her manicured fingernails down his chest.  Sebastian tried as hard as he could to not become completely overwhelmed by the sensations, he really did.  But nothing could prepare him for just how good it felt for her nails to scratch and slightly pinch his nipples as she grinded on his crotch and sucked on his neck, and next thing he knew, he let out a guttural grunt as he came in his pants, his hips involuntarily snapping up to meet hers, his eyes rolling back into his fluttering eyelids and mouth gaping open.  Y/N gasped, her hand freezing against his chest and the other still in his hair, feeling his heartbeat quicken and an extra warmth seep through his jeans underneath her.  The music died down and the lights slowly came back up again.  Neither of them had heard the director say “cut!” as Sebastian’s grip on Y/N’s hips tightened, keeping his eyes tightly shut as he hung his head.  

Sebastian knew that Y/N could tell what had happened, and he didn’t dare open his eyes to look at her reaction.  She kept her hands on his chest, too stunned to move.

“Great job you guys!  We’re done for the day with you two.  Go back to your trailers and take cold showers, huh?” the director laughed at both of them as the crewmembers around them quickly packed everything up and cleaned up the room.  Sebastian still didn’t move, and he was confused why Y/N hadn’t either.  It wasn’t until the room had become quiet that Sebastian finally felt her start to slip off his lap, pulling herself up onto her feet.  He let her slip through his fingers, putting his hands in fists on his knees again, refusing to look up at her.  He was too embarrassed, too ashamed, and what was worse was that the moment had been caught on camera.  The whole world was going to see it.  

“Seb,” Y/N spoke quietly.  Sebastian’s brow tightened at her voice.  “Seb, please look at me,” she pleaded, her voice intimidatingly soft.  He minutely shook his head, his longer hair tickling his cheeks, trying to hide the furious blush on his face, feeling like he could cry at any moment.  He felt her kneel down in front of him, her hands settling on top of his fists.  

“Sebastian Stan, look at me,” she commanded him, her voice more stern now.  He opened his eyes in surprise at her tone, but could see her expression didn’t match it.  Her eyes were sparkling with a hint of mirth, a small, coy smirk pulling at her lips as her eyes traced his face.  “Seb, it’s okay.  I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.  I’m sure these things happen all the time in situations like this,” she spoke softly again, rubbing his hands until they eased out of the fists he had them in.  He let out a long sigh, eyes closing again as he tried to maintain better composure.  

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered.  Y/N only giggled at him and continued rubbing his hands.  

“It’s alright, honey, ‘m serious.  You don’t need to apologize.  I’m fine, really.”  

He pulled his hands from underneath hers and rubbed his eyes as she smiled reassuringly at him, and he finally smiled back, relief painting his features at how understanding and kind she was about the whole thing.  He held his hands out to her and she gingerly placed hers back into them.  “I’m still sorry, though.  I’ve never done that during intimate or sexual scenes that I’ve shot before.  I guess this time I just...I...ugh, goddamn Y/L/N,” he chuckled, which made her laugh.  

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said as she squeezed his hands, then pushed herself up onto her feet and stood before him.  He couldn’t help but check her out with her this close in the light in an outfit that would barely qualify as underwear.  She reached out to give him a hug, which he gladly accepted.  Her breasts pressed against his face, standing in between his legs as he eagerly wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her as close as appropriately possible within the moment.  He breathed in her scent as they just stayed there, both of them trying to get their bearings back after such an intense afternoon.  

“Seb?,” she spoke again as she pulled slightly away from him and stood before him again.  “Yeah?” he looked up at her quizzically.  She gave him a lopsided grin and leaned down so that her face was right in front of him, his eyes widening as she was barely half an inch from his face.  Her sweet breath fanned over his face as she sighed openly.  “You looked beautiful when you came,” she whispered, her eyes flicking to his lips then back to his eyes.  Sebastian’s jaw dropped comically as his eyebrows shot up his forehead.  Y/N scrunched her nose at him as she leaned a little bit forward and rubbed the tip of her nose on his, then quickly stood straight again and winked at him as she turned and walked away, the swing in her hips back as she sauntered off the set.

Sebastian stared after her, feeling his cock leak some more at her words.  Once she was out of eyesight, and he hoped out of earshot,  he moaned again and palmed himself through his now ruined costume pants.  He really didn’t want to explain that to the costume designer.

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[timmymyluv]

to conceive an heir

warning(s): cursing, dirty language, degradation, oral (f/m receiving), breeding, creampie, choking, teasing, semi-public sex/voyeurism, unprotected sex (always have protection plz) , kind of toxic relationship, power dynamics (Dom/sub, emperor/empress)

summary: paul atreides seems to control every aspect of the empire except his distant empress. having yet failed to conceive an heir, you take things into your own hands. basically a self indulgent throne sex/breeding kink fic/blurb. no beta we d!e like men

word count: 2.7k words

"Where the fuck is my wife!?"

Paul's commanding voice echoes through the high ceiling throne room, gripping tightly on the armrests of his throne as he fumes in anger.

All of his advisors and council members looked around anxiously, staring at each other in fear as they knew nothing would get him more riled up then anything that concerned you.

Ever since you had consummated your marriage on your wedding night and crowned as Emperor and Empress the following morning, you have seen nothing of your husband.

You had grown up side by side under the same tutors, as your father was a Duke from a nearby kingdom of similar lineage and prestige. From wearing matching bibs when you ate messily at the table as toddlers, rolling down the temperate grassy hills of Caladan and sneaking out from humdrum tutors, the ring on your finger and your names bonded by law have set you two apart further rather than bring you together as intended.

Nothing would have prepared you for the turn of events that resulted in you becoming Empress of the entire Galactic Empire, nor with Paul by your side as the Supreme Emperor of all of society.

Nonetheless, you did your duty. Even so, you enjoyed escaping the hollow, ceremonial trappings of the royal court and doing your charity and social events outside the city.

You had spent the past morning visiting a local orphanage and the school conjunct to it, as schoolchildren of the common folk adored you and threw petals at your feet as you walked by. If Paul was to neglect his responsibility to you as a husband preoccupied with the obligations of an Emperor, you will not fail to attend to your role as Empress.

Feeding the children pouring soup into disposable bowls with your handmaidens was sharply interrupted when one of his men, Duncan, whispered in your ear that your husband the Emperor demanded your return back to the palace. It was an order, not a request.

Begrudgingly escorted back to the throne room, you drag your feet through the hollow halls, pacing impatiently as your handmaidens and your bodyguards struggle to meet your agile pace.

The moment Paul feels your presence even while looking away, he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously as you approach him meekly, avoiding his darkened eyes shooting daggers at you almost literally.

“Where have you been, Empress?!” He slouches on his throne, venom laced in his voice, and you resist the temptation to roll your eyes at him. Referring to you by his title, alone? Seriously?

“I was fulfilling my role as Empress by visiting the orphanage-”

“And you did not even have the courage to let me know before you left?”

You pause.

“I left a note on your bedside, Your Imperial Majesty.” You explained offhandedly, praying your long obsidian sleeves can hide your fiddling fingers.

Paul scoffs at you, his curls disheveled on his face and hiding his eyes. A bubbling disdain and enmity for his childish, unreasonable behaviour towards you, not only did he avoid you on every turn, but expected you to be at his beck and call.

Seeing red as you stand alone in the spacious throne room, bare, cold stone with minimal windows as you shrunk in the magnanimous size of the room.

As Paul looked down at you from his stainless steel engraved throne on plain concrete from the hills of Arrakis, the distance between you two are even greater and a reminder how you are always subservient to him.

"Is it a crime for me to know where my legally wedded wife is? I don't even know where my woman is, how can I rule a damn kingdom."

"I'm not just your woman. I am my own person." You bite back maliciously, voice laced with venom.

"You have failed as an empress. You have failed our kingdom. You put the entire Galactic Empire at risk for your negligence, for your refusal to provide an heir. You make our entire future futile."

As a wave of shame overcomes you as your face warms in embarrassment yet the cool of the darkness of the throne room creates goosebumps on your back.

Fumbling with the golden necklace on your collar, carelessly pulling on the rare gemstones that lock the elaborate setting of your cream white straight silhouetted dress.

His eyes widen in panic, yet a flash of lust and arousal appears on his usually, well rehearsed stoic expression as layer by layer falls to the ground with a loud thud.

" What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" He nearly stands up from shock against his throne, yet restrains himself and tightens his grip on the arm rests of his throne.

As the top sheer layer of the pleated white dress, your slim tie knot ribbon chemise dress is yanked off your shoulder as you step over the pile of your garment and you stand in front of him bare.

Step by step with sequenced footsteps, you raise your head proudly as you walk up the staircase towards him.

"Then take me."

"What!?" Paul nearly screams at you in ridicule of your plans, yet his want, his desire for you overtakes him as you see a glimpse of his arousal between his legs.

"Right here. I want you to fuck me right on your throne."

"You are a queen, an empress yet you want to be fucked senselessly like a common whore, like a rabid dog." He snickers mockingly, firmly gripping your bare hips against his rough fingers with a piercing grip you're sure will leave bruises for days.

Just as you lean in to sit on his lap, he suddenly jumps up, towering over you with his dark curls and piercing hazel eyes of swirls of green and gold. Paul harshly smacks his lips against yours, tongue swirling in your warm cavern, dominating over yours.

Your eyes shut in pleasure and pain as you lose yourself in the feeling, moaning as your lips mold into his.

Feeling dribbles of wetness between your thighs as you bare skin contrasts his military uniform that covers his entire body. Your fingers brush against his shoulder blades as you circle your arms on either side of his head, tilting your head to follow his ministrations and gain steady footing as he forcefully contorts and melds into you as if you could bleed into one flesh.

Sliding down from your waist down to your butt, pinching and squeezing before he rociforeously slaps against your skin, gaining a high pitched shriek from you.

Paul brushes lightly against your clit before squeezing in a couple of fingers into your clenched folds.

"You're so fucking wet already. Do you like being fucked like the whore you are!?" He antagonizingly teases you with a mischievous grin, clearly satisfied with seeing you cower over him like putty in his hands.

Resting your forehead against his medalled shoulders, sweat forming on your brow as you attempt to muffle your pleasured cries, increasingly leaning towards him with buckled knees and wobbly joints.

"I can't hear you. What did you say?!"

"I want you to fuck me like a whore, like your whore."

Fondling your nipples and massaging your chest as he tentatively ponders over his next move, waiting for your areolas to harden before his mouth sucks eagerly on your breasts before doing the same on the other and switching places.

As his hands wander around your body, feeling every inch of his skin from his fingertips to leaving crescents from his blunt nails, he gradually makes his way down to his knees in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You bewilderly ask, whining in complaint at the loss of his fingers from your area of pleasure.

Parting your lower lips with his fingers before dipping in and out against your walls, he presses the flat of his tongue before he dives into you like a starved man, squelching, slurping, wildly drinking from you and pleasuring you until you'd see white.

Oh, what a sight. Imagine if any bystander would see their emperor, fully clothed and on his knees in front of his naked empress, his wife, writhing and pulsing with teary eyes and a gaping mouth crying and begging for more.

"More, more-"

"More what?!" He mockingly teases you, his voice reverberating against your warmth.

"I want your tongue on me. I want you to mouth fuck me."

Playing and pulling your clit as his mouth consumes you wholly, your essence dripping down his chin and spilling out his mouth, his pleasured groans and grunts vibrating against your cavern until he hits the very spot you've never discovered, unleashing an unabridged, unrestrained pleasure like you've never seen before.

Screaming, weeping, screeching, moaning so loudly, harshly until your throat went hoarse and you feel a stinging pain around your neck, seeing white like a string unleashed, pulled apart so far apart like galaxies scattered across the sky.

Crying his name over and over again like a prayer on your altar, blessing him with your holy water, your blessed essence, your sacred liquid, reaching your pleasure and losing consciousness until you regain your awareness on shaky knees and exhausted limbs, resting your head against his chest as he stands beside you with arms around your waist.

Taking slow, careful breaths before you push him down to his seat, ignoring the stinging sensation of your bare knees against the hard marble floor.

"You have to let me return the favour, Your Majesty." Your low, hoarse voice sounds sultry and seductive, even as your lightheadedness makes you flighty and clumsy.

Groaning in overwhelming lust, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as you tug off his buckles from his grey tailored pants with shaky fingers.

As the heavy, weighted cloth hits the ground, you lean forward eagerly with a wide mouth as your tongue swirls around the bottom of his pink, throbbing cock.

He groans with tight shut eyes as he reaches forward to pull on your hair forcefully, firmly tugging and scratching against the base of your scalp as you take him in fully into your mouth, moaning deliriously as his cock hits the back of your throat.

Circling and massaging both your hands against the base of his lengthy, girthy cock, twisting, pulling and circling to the sound of his pleasured cries and squeaks.

"Ah, fuck, how is your mouth so good? How the fuck did you do that!?"

As your nose hits his pelvic bone as you reach deeper and deeper, mentally noting to yourself in surprise at your unusual lack of gag reflex. Feeling your own pleasure pooling between your legs, you gobble, throb back and forth against his length until he comes explosively, generously filling your warm mouth with loads and loads of his thick, white essence.

As you reach the end of your gobbling and swallowing, you pull back and open your mouth as you rest your tongue against the bottom of his cock, relishing in his release before you eagerly drink up every drop.

His curls messily sticking to his forehead drenched in sweat as he rests an arm over his eyes as he recovers from his pleasure, he opens his eyes and meets you with a menacing, forceful look as he leans over to pull you over his lap.

Twirling your around to have your back facing against him, he pulls you down by your hips to sit on his thighs , next to his already hardening length.

"Since you want to be such a fucking tease, we'll do it this way."

You never want to admit how much you wanted this and you never knew. You never knew how much you wanted to be humiliated, insulted, treated so carelessly, so harshly unlike the glass figurine you were in a gilded cage in your ivory tower.

"Fuck me like this, you do the damn work. Face forward on this throne for everyone to see. Look at their empress, jolting, splintering, piercing herself in half on her Emperors cock."

Lowering yourself inch by inch on his length as either of your knee caps rest over his legs, you wince in slight pain before a wave of overwhelming passion and pleasure overcomes you.

"What are you waiting for, slut?!" He spits darkly at you, impatient with frantic, bouncing knees as you whips your thighs in punishment for leaving him wanting for so long.

You cry and babble as you grasp his forearms for support as you weakly try to find you footing. His fingers snake around your neck tightly, under your jaw and around your throat as your breath hitches and your arousal continues to grow.

The loss of air circulation no longer fills you with panic or fear, but excites you with a foreign glee you never knew you could even feel.

"Look at how desperate you are for my cock, how it's the only thing you think of, you live for. How it's the only thing keeping you alive. Like you were made for my cock, for my pleasure."

Raising up your knees and standing up slightly to position yourself over his standing cock, you slowly but surely adjust to his length before starting a constant rhythm riding his length.

You speed up as the symphonies of your moans and groans blur into one incomprehensible sound.

"Look at me. Then look there. Let them see their empress at work. Their empress creating the future, creating the future of the kingdom."

"The galaxy will be secure when you give me so many fucking heirs we'd fill every damn room in this gigantic palace. Beg for every single drop of my cunt, slut."

"I want you walking around butt naked, heavily pregnant and swollen, round with my child every waking second. You're either pregnant or I'm getting you pregnant when you're not."

You cried out loud in wanton list at the prospect, at the possibility of conceiving a child on this very throne. The future of the empire created for perhaps no one or everyone to see if they happened to pass by the empty throne room.

"Please, please- more."

"Beg." Always firmly, he commands as he impatiently begins thrusting upwards to meet your wavering hilts, as you increasingly slouch towards him as you begin to reach your second peak.

His fingers brush forward to your clit once more, ignoring your desperate pleas at how sensitive and rare your pussy felt after agonizing hours of brutal assault but he kept going, kept plummelint, kept fingering you until you would go numb.

"I want your baby. I want a fucking future emperor or empress right now, in my womb!" Raw and hoarse your voice went as you slammed down his dick until you could feel his tip brush against your cervix and you saw white just as he released into you.

You both relaxed and collapsed, defeated yet satisfied in your pleasures and fulfilled lists and desires. His chin rests on your shoulder, slightly ticklish with the faint feeling of growing facial hair underneath.

"I'm sorry. I should be treating you better- I should have never been so controlling-" Paul breaks the silence, recovering from his highs in horrified discovery at how brutally he treated you when he was consumed by his anger and lust.

You pull up weakly with your arms on his shoulders to get off his dick, whining at the loss of the physical bulge that he would brush over possessively as he spliced you open on his throne, with the teasing possibility for everyone and anyone to see with no restraint.

"Sh.. don't be sorry. You are right. I have failed to do my duty, and I really just want to spend more time with you. we definitely should seriously try for kids, not just because of the empire, but I want to talk about that with you. Besides, it was really hot." You shush him with a finger on his mouth, looking down shamelessly as you cover your body with your arms in the sudden realization at how clothless you were, yet your cheeks redden at your admission of something you had never said out loud, yet his smug smirk assures you otherwise.

"Oh yeah, you like that? I'll fuck you senselessly and for hours, days even months or years on end till I get you so pregnant, swollen with my child and bursting with milk. Get ready for that."

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[pastelmaximoff]

𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑬𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 -- 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚

Billie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Billie tells y/n her biggest secret

Warnings: Swearing

Billie has just finished her photo shoot and is coming over. Again. She has been coming over every day for the past 2 weeks and I'm not complaining. She came over last night. She laid in my bed and I felt her stroking my cheek when she thought I was asleep. It gave me an electric feeling, I've never felt that feeling before.

Then I hear the knock at my door, it's Billie. I open the door and she pushes straight past me. She turns the corner and I've I take a second to process before following. I find Billie sitting on my couch with a massive smile on her face.

"Something wrong?" I ask

"Oh, y/n, so observant" She jokes

"Wasn't that hard to miss" I say and give her a comforting smile.

Billie is so beautiful and it's hard to ignore. She reminds me of that What Makes You Beautiful song by One Direction. That's a weird thought but it's the way she's staring at the cushions we sit on instead of facing me. It's the way she's blushing and laughing at herself like she's embarrassed.

"Y/n, can I tell you something?" She asks, looking me in the eyes now. I love her eyes.

"You can tell me anything, Billie," I whisper and put my hand on top of hers; it makes her blush.

"...y/n isn't it lovely? Spending all this time together?" Billie says smiling at me.

"I love moments like these... with you" I respond

"I want it to be more," She doesn't take her eyes off mine and the electricity is undeniable.

"What do you mean?" I'm genuinely confused.

"Y/n, I love you..." Billie whispers, so quietly I can barely hear her enchanting voice.

"Billie..." I whisper and place a hand on her cheek, "I love you too."

Then I move forward and our lips collide. The spakrs flow between us. Her soft lips are like pool of satin. I wish this moment would never end. I wish I was stuck in this moment forever. I wish it every moment was as lovely as this...

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[fanficsforfun]

Merle

Pairing: Michael Rooker x female reader

Word count: 760

Warnings: none (well, mild sexual tension I guess and some hard language)

Summary: Rooker’s role-playing as Merle to comfort you after you were feeling bad for a fanfic you read about Merle. For context, you and Rooker are working on the same project so you see each other behind the scenes between takes

This fic was inspired by @allhailkingrooker51 who wrote about Rooker role-playing as Yondu and because of that I decided to dare to write (and publish too) my own little fantasy of him. Also this is obviously just fiction and not meant to offend Rooker, or his wife for that matter!

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You had been into fanfiction for quite some time and usually enjoyed it, but this time you had read a fic about Merle, and although it was brilliantly written, it made you really sad. Not only for him but for yourself too. He would deserve love, but likely he would not know how to receive it. And you on the other hand, you felt like you didn't deserve his attention which made you feel painfully lonely. You knew it was stupid but you couldn't shake off your negative feelings, and when you saw Rooker in the common room that same night, you couldn’t hold back your tears.

"What's wrong, hun?" he asked worriedly after noticing your distressed expression and tear-stained face.

"Uh, nothing. I mean... This is stupid, I was just reading fanfiction and... I feel bad for Merle," you fumbled awkwardly, embarrassingly aware of your weepy voice. You were overreacting, you knew that. Merle was just a character from a TV show, you shouldn't cry because of him. But you felt so terrible.

"Why is that?" Rooker wanted to know, his voice surprisingly empathic.

"Well, I guess I finally realized what kind of man Merle is. That he couldn't really love anyone. And, well, it made me feel lonely and... unworthy", you explained, not daring to look at him. Then you shook your head. "Sorry, I know this is silly," you said, finally meeting his gaze and smiling apologetically.

“Hey, no need to apologize", he assured. "But I think Merle’s okay alone too, and you, love… you’re not alone and absolutely not unworthy, ya know that, right?”

You gave him another smile, nodding and wiped the tears from your face.

“Yeah, I know. I told you, I’m being silly.”

“Well, maybe a little. Can’t really force yourself not to feel anything though”, he commented.

“Hmm, true.”

And Rooker was right, of course, but you didn’t exactly love negative feelings and would rather not feel them, as if that would have been possible.

The next day you didn't see him until the afternoon, and when you did, you hardly could believe your own eyes. In front of you stood Merle Dixon himself with the familiar smug grin on his face. He was wearing green cargo pants, a white tank top and a black blouse that he had not buttoned up. And the prosthesis. The question of where he could have gotten it from popped into your mind but disappeared as quickly as it had surfaced.

“Hey, beautiful”, he greeted you just the way Merle would.

You swallowed, blushed and raised your hand to your mouth, tears burning in the corners of your eyes. For a moment you couldn't get a word out of your mouth, but then you whined, "Merle!"

“Shh, don’t ya cry, sugar”, Rooker soothed you with a gruff voice and opened his arms for you. “Come here now, come on!”

You rushed into his arms and clung to him, regardless of feeling a bit strange about him role-playing as Merle. But he was giving you a chance to get rid of your bad feelings, so of course you’ll play along!

“That’s it, sweetheart. It’s alright, shh…”, his low voice soft and his soothing words made you quickly feel warm and happier.

Rooker caressed you and only when you had calmed down a bit did his hand go lower and, to your surprise, gently squeezed your butt. You flinched and blushed hard. His touch felt better than you dared admit and sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

"I hear ya think you're not good enough for ol' Merle", he teased. "That's the fuckin' dumbest thing I've heard in a long time! Don't ya dare try tellin' me ya ain’t attractive, ya sexy thing."

You giggled and leaned back just enough to look at him. You moved your hands to his face and gently stroked his cheek, smiling with twinkling eyes.

"Thank you," you said softly.

Rooker grinned and unexpectedly pressed a kiss right to your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, but then a satisfied smile spread across your lips. God, you thought. He just kissed me! Michael Rooker just kissed me!!

That was as far as he'd go, but the two of you exchanged a few more words before Rooker had to go back to work, albeit not as Merle. You spent the rest of the day as if in a dream. You never in a million years thought he'd do anything like that. Well, of course you knew he was a sweet person, but that sweet? It had come as a total surprise.

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[eddiesbug]

hiii! may I request a daddy Lee pace x little reader where she is with him on set of guardians but once he’s in his Ronan makeup she’s really scared of him but he shows her that it’s not real and comforts her (I love Lee Pace but he terrifies me as Ronan)😂😭

i rly hate how this turned out but i hope u like it😭😭

Lee doesn’t think he’s ever seen you more excited; you’re buzzing, your little hand grasping his pinky and ring finger and swinging your arms wildly. You’re spending the day on set with him and he’s delighted to have his princess for the whole day - you always make everything just a little easier with your cheerful demeanour.

“Okay, sunshine, what are our rules for today?”

“Stay wif Daddy, no runnin’, ‘nd be quiet!” you recite obediently; your finger presses to your lips and your eyes widen comically. Lee chuckles, pressing his warm lips to your temple.

“Good girl.”

You spend the early morning in his trailer with your colouring books whilst he gets into costume. When he opens the door, finally finished with the languorous makeup process to transform him into Ronan, you stand, fully ready to throw yourself into his arms. But when you catch a glimpse of his face, entirely morphed into something unfamiliar and scary, you recoil. The tears are instant and unrelenting. Hiccuped sobs push their way out of your throat and you stumble back, cowering away from him.

“Sunshine, it’s still me,” Lee coos, crouching to make himself smaller and less threatening. “It’s not real, it’s just makeup, baby.” You shake your head, eyes scrunched shut; he sounds like your daddy, the same soothing voice rumbling through his chest. Tears trail down your cheeks and he frowns, holding his hand out. His heart splinters at your distress and he desperately wants to scrub the makeup off just to soothe you.

“Feel my face, baby.” He cranes his neck downwards, tilting invitingly. “C’mon.” You reach out with a shaking hand and press it to his cheek; your fingers come away blue.

“O-oh,” you sniff, “Sorry, daddy.”

“You have nothing to apologise for. I know it just shocked you.”

“You look scary, dada,” you mumble, pestering your way under his arm nonetheless.

“It’ll be gone later, sunshine.”

“Okay.”

“C’mon. ‘s time to start, and once I’m done, we’ll go and get ice cream,” he says.

“Really?” You grin, wrapping your fingers around his sleeve in place of his fingers.

“Of course, sunshine. Ice cream for my brave girl.”

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[prettyproblems]

“Do we go together yet?”

Jackxreader

A/N: once again everything i post is just for fun and i am !!NOT!! a writer. ( Jack harlow fluff)

“Really Yn?” Jack huffed as he closed the bedroom door. You looked up from your book and rolled your eyes. “What did I do?” You asked annoyed.

“Urban told me you threw away his socks” he scoffed “ You can’t keep fighting with all of my friends”

“Tell Urban next time I won’t throw away his socks if he didn’t leave them around” you mumble as you threw your book on the bed.

“What did we talk about last night….” he sighed as he walked closer to you.

You rolled your eyes remembering the conversation you had not too long ago “I need to be more patient or whatever. I don’t care Urban always ask for it anyways”

“My friends can’t hate you Yn, your a good person they just don’t see that yet” Jack places a hand on you thigh looking at you ever so softly before saying “Can you do that for me, ma?”

You looked the other way not being able to look into Jacks eyes.

“He’s our friend Yn, you can’t just throw away his things, no matter how little” he rested a hand on your shoulder only to be shoved. “Baby, it’s one apology”

You let out a dry laugh and pushed him again “Yeah i’m not apologizing” Jack clenched his jaw at the second push “That’s cute….you think I’m asking you to apologize”

“Make me” you mumble hoping that he didn’t here you. You and Jack haven’t been together too long and the most you’ve don’t is kiss. You didn’t want anything more right now. But every once in awhile you need more.

“You’ve been acting like a brat all week,” Jack says making his was on top of you. Jack was busy tugging at t-shirt up to revealing your purple lace bra.

You were at a lost of word, you later there in silence as Jack groped you. Not wanting to give in you held back any gasp or moans that attempted to escape.

“I understand he’s a bit messy but I can’t have Urban or the guys on my ass. I’m your boyfriend, you understand how bad this makes me look? Stop being a fucking brat and apologize”

“What about me, I’m stuck on a tour bus with you and your friends and hardly get to see you”

That was really the problem, this whole touring thing became hard on you as soon as you realized the next few months revolved around Jack.

Jack took his hands off of you causing you to whine at the lost of contact. “Baby, that’s all you had to say. How about tomorrow morning? We can take a break from everything and relax”

It felt as though a weight from your shoulders had been lifted hearing the words come from Jacks mouth. A smile creeped onto your face as well as Jacks.

“I’ll apologize to Urban” You couldn't help but stare at his lips, looking back at his eyes he was looking at your lips as well. “Can we start focusing on me now?”

Your question was quickly answered with a peck. And what began with a peck gradually sped up, it was the best kiss you had gotten from him and weeks.

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[jpmarvel90]

Absent

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Scarlett is away more than she's at home, leaving her wife with the kids. When a project means that Y/n is once again pushing back her own work, tension builds and a fight is soon to follow.

Word count: 5550

Y/n's POV:

From the outside looking in, we look like the perfect happy family. A wife and three kids, a nice home and lucky enough to not have to worry about money. What people don't see is the strained relationship and the exhaustion that I feel with every passing day.

I have been married to Scarlett for 6 years and we have three beautiful children. Noah who is four and our 18 month old twins, Izzy, and Mia. We met through a photoshoot she was doing for the Avengers. It wasn't my usual gig, but I'm friends with Kevin Feige and he had asked if I would do photography for the movies. It worked well as I could fit it around the work at my studio and I met the love of my life.

Due to Scarlett's work schedule, we agreed that I would carry any kids that we wanted. So, I closed up the studio when I had Noah and it's been closed ever since. This wasn't the plan though. When Noah turned one, Scarlett was supposed to slow down with her work so it would allow me to return part time. However, she was at the height of her career and was getting offers she just couldn't turn down.

At the time it wasn't the end of the world. I loved being with Noah, he was such an easy baby. Just being in his presence made me so happy. Knowing we wanted another kid. I agreed that I would wait before returning to work until our next children were one.

Once the twins were born our family felt complete. Scarlett took time off for a couple of months when they were born, and it was perfect. Just the five of us living our best life. But then more projects started again for Scarlett, and she would be away filming for all these different projects. We made the decision to stay in New York as we would be close to her family. But it meant that she was often having to go to LA or Atlanta for filming.

I love Scarlett more than anything in this world. Well, level with the kids. But I sometimes feel that she loves acting that little bit more than me. The twins are a lot more work than Noah was which has in turn caused Noah to act out as he feels like they get all the attention. I'm often enemy number one for him. Then Scarlett comes home and she's his saving grace.

I'm exhausted. I barely sleep as the twins still like to wake during the night. I then find I spend the day being a kid herder to make sure they're fed and happy. I'm hoping that once Noah starts school, it'll come a little easier. But at the moment, my time when the kids are asleep isn't spent on me, it's spent on cleaning the home, doing the laundry. I need my wife to help me.

Now you're probably thinking, don't suffer in silence. How is she supposed to know if you don't tell her. Well, I have. We had a long discussion about it before she left for her last project in Atlanta. She has promised that everything is going to change once she's home. She's going to be more present and we're going to be that happy, perfect family again.

She's due home today, and I'm excited to get back to where we were. I know the kids miss her so much whilst she's away. She's missed a lot with the twins, their first words and steps. Both happening whilst she was in Atlanta. It's almost like they're different kids to when she left.

As soon as she walks through the door, she's practically knocked off her feet as Noah runs to her, his little arms wrapping around her legs tightly. I smile as she bends down and picks him up, peppering her face with kisses. "My little prince! I've missed you so much!" She coos, holding him close. "I missed you too mommy." He responds with a big grin.

She notices me holding both twins and her eyes sparkle. I place them down on the floor and they both waddle over to her and I see tears brim her eyes at how much they have grown. "Wow! Look at my babies! You've grown so much!" She says excitedly as she bends down to scoop them up in her arms. Their giggles ring out as she peppers their faces with kisses like she had with Noah. Who was still clinging to her leg by the way.

After she's greeted the kids, she makes her way towards me and gives me a quick peck as her hands are currently full. "Hi babe. I missed you more than I can express." She shares. Looking in her eyes, I can see it's the truth. "I missed you to my love. I'll take your bags upstairs and join you in the living room." I tell her, which earns another kiss in thanks.

That evening is perfect, we spend it together as a family for the first time in a long time. The kids are so happy to have their mom home and are attached to her at every minute. I happily make us dinner so she can enjoy the love from the kids. Knowing that I'll get my chance this evening.

The excitement of having their mom home makes it easy to get the kids to sleep today. I watch with a permanent smile on my face as Scarlett says goodnight to each of them. Grateful that she's finally home.

We get into bed early ourselves and enjoy being back in each other's company. She fills me in on all the excitement of her filming and how Lizzie is planning on a visit soon to come and see the kids. Apparently, she needs some niece and nephew time.

The next few weeks are amazing. Everything is how we had planned it. Scarlett only had a couple of meetings here and there, but otherwise she was around, being the amazing mom that she is. For the first time I feel like I'm not run into the ground. Getting time with the kids, but also for myself and with my wife.

Once evening, we're sat having a glass of wine after the kids have gone to bed and I'm shocked at what comes out of Scarlett's mouth. "I want another baby." She admits, her eyes burning into me as she waits for my reaction. I choke on my wine at her comment, looking at her and seeing that she's totally serious. I take a moment to think of my response. We had talked about having three kids but didn't expect the twins. I just assumed we had finished.

"Are you ready to carry?" I ask. She had always wanted to carry for herself, but her schedule just never really enabled her to. Maybe now she's slowing down she feels like it's time. "I thought you could carry them. You've done an amazing job with them, and I love when you're pregnant." She smiles at me. "But my studio is opening back in two months. It would be bad for business if I were to close it again within the year. I thought you wanted to carry anyway." I ask her.

"I do. But with this next project taking me to the Czech Republic, it'll be difficult and I'm getting older. I'm not as young as you remember." She responds with a chuckle. "What project in the Czech Republic?" I ask her, shocked as it was the first I had heard about it. "For Jojo Rabbit. I had the meeting last week. I told you, didn't I?" She says as if I just forgot that my wife had another project away from home.

"No, you told me you were having dinner with Taika. Nothing more. But I thought you were taking a break for a while so I could get back into work." I return, not really believing that she's done this. "Can't you just postpone it? This movie is something special and I'm really excited about it." She says as if I'm not excited to finally be getting back to work. "I've already postponed it once Scarlett. When you went to New Zealand for Ghost Shell. We talked about this. It was my turn to be able to get back to work Scar." I try not to raise my voice, but the frustration is there.

"It's just three months and then I'll be home." She tries to defend. "Which is when you'll then be doing reshoots for Marvel and back in Atlanta for a month. We're not just here for you when you want us you know." I say, the frustration getting the better of me. "Excuse me?" She asks offended. "When was the last time you were home for more than a month at a time?" I question her, standing from my seat and starting to pace.

I look to her when she doesn't answer. She doesn't remember. "I love the kids more than anything Scar but they are a lot of work. The twins never sleep through the night and Noah hates that they get a lot of my attention. Which would be fine if there were two parents here to even the load but there's not." I huff and she let's out a low laugh. "Oh, come on Y/n, they're as good as gold when I'm home." She defends.

I just scoff at her assumption. "Because they miss you and want to be on their best behaviour for you. I'm always the bad guy. The one getting yelled at by Noah because I can't take him to the park because the twins have tough and tumble. I've lost count of how many times he's shouted that he hates me. Still hurts each time though." I start to ramble, all the stress and anxiety seeping out of me.

"I'm constantly exhausted, because I'm either with the kids, or cleaning up after them. I don't get time to myself. And on top of that I miss my wife. We were meant to go through the journey of having kids, together. But I've never felt more alone. My own needs and dreams always come in behind the kids and you. Starting work again was something for me. Not just something I want, but something I need. To show me that I'm more than just a mom!" I yell my rambling thoughts and I can see that they are shocking Scarlett. She's not even responding anymore.

"Do you even want to be apart of this family anymore or are we just a chore? Because as soon as you're home, it seems like you're always looking for a reason to leave." Sadness fills my voice with my last question. Tears falling down my face as I admit how I've truly been feeling.

"How could you even ask that. I love you and the kids more than I can express. You own my heart and the thought of not having you physically hurts." She defends. "But you barely have us Scarlett. A couple of weeks here or there and you're off again." I shot back, once again stunning her.

We sit in silence, just the sound of a clock ticking breaking it. I'm sat on the sofa opposite her, the physical space between us representing the gap in our relationship. "I don't know if I can keep doing this." I whisper, almost afraid to admit it. Scarlett's head snaps up at my words, fear filling her eyes. "I feel like I have given everything, and I've not got anything left." The admission rolls of my tongue without me even meaning too. "What do you mean Y/n?" She asks, panic lacing her voice as she stands and takes a seat next to me. "I have been more than accommodating for your career. I understand that you love it. But I'm asking you to love us more." I look her directly in her eyes as I speak.

"I won't let you pick work over us again." I state firmly. "What? No, Y/n. Please. You can't leave me. I love you so much. I love the kids! Please what can I do." She pleads, cupping my face as we both cry. "Put us first." I reveal. She looks at me unable to answer and it's my fear come to life. She's going to pick her work over her family.

We're interrupted when we hear little footsteps on the floor. "Hi my prince. Are you ok?" I ask, quickly wiping at my eyes and going to him. "Why is mommy crying?" He asks, pointing at Scarlett. "Did you make her cry?" He turns to me with a fierce look in his eye. "No buddy we're just..." But he doesn't me finish. "Don't make my mommy cry! You'll scare her away like you always do! I hate you!" And there it is. The words he loves to say to me these days.

I fight back the tears of pain and move towards him, but he hits my hand away. "NO!" He shouts. "Noah, please. Let me explain." I try but he shakes his head again. "NO! Why can't you be the one that goes and not mommy." His words feel like a knife to my heart. I hear a gasp from Scarlett as she walks towards us. "That is not how you talk to Mama, Noah!" She tells him off. He just stomps his foot and rushes back upstairs repeating his hatred for me as he goes.

Scarlett places a hand on my shoulder, but I shake it off. "He doesn't mean it." She speaks softly but I just scoff at her words. He does. "I can't do this. I'm going to bed. I'll take the guest room tonight." I say, not giving her time to respond before dashing upstairs and shutting myself away. I've never felt so lost, and I don't know if I'm ever going to find my way out.

Scarlett's POV:

I'm shocked at how Noah just acted with Y/n. He's always such a sweet kid. I could see how much his words hurt Y/n as the light went from her eyes. I tried to offer some comfort, but she shrugs me off. Before I know it, I'm alone in the living room with my thoughts. I've fucked up.

I've been so blinded by my love of my job that I've failed to see the damage it's doing back home. Y/n has always been so accommodating, but I've really taken advantage of that kindness and I think that I may have pushed her too far. I think I may have lost her.

I know that Y/n needs time and me rushing into her room will just start another argument. So, I decide to deal with the gremlin first. He should never talk to Y/n like that. Not that I have anyone to blame but myself. I head up to his room and find him sat pouting on his bed. I smirk a little as he looks just like Y/n in this moment. I take a seat next to him on his bed and he goes to cuddle me, but I stop him.

"We need to talk Mister." I tell him firmly. "Why did you talk to mama like that?" I question him. "She is always busy with the twins and makes you sad, so you go away." He responds. His pout still firmly on his face. "Mama isn't the reason I go away bud. I go away for work. Which means that mama is the one that is here to look after you and your sisters." I try to explain. "I wish you were here and not her." He repeats his point from earlier.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it? You'd be sad if mama wasn't around, wouldn't you?" I probe and he thinks for a moment. "But you would be here so I would be happy." He turns to look at me. Wow, I have really managed to make my kid hate his mama because he thinks she's the reason I'm not around. God I am so stupid. "Noah. Come on. I know that you don't want her to leave. Do you understand that what you said to her earlier hurt her and made her sad?" I ask, hoping his sympathetic natures comes through.

His eyes look to mine with worry. "I don't want her to be sad." He mumbles. "I just miss you and want to have more time to play with her when you're not here." He defends. "Oh buddy. That is all my fault. I am away too much and that is all on me not mama. And because I'm away, it means she has to work twice as hard to look after you all so doesn't always have the time to play. So, if you hate anyone it should be me." I admit. He shuffles closer to me and cuddles to my arm. "I could never hate you mommy." He comforts me. "You should never hate mama either." I say with a firm tone, making his gaze drop. "I know. I just get sad." He admits. "And that's ok. But you should never be mean to mama ok." He nods and pull him into a hug. "Tomorrow, you're going to apologise to mama, and we'll do something nice to make her feel better." I tell him and he agrees.

I tuck him back into bed and make my way back downstairs to clean up. It's not too late, but it feels it without having Y/n with me. I miss her. How ridiculous is that? She's only been gone an hour and I miss her. She's always here when I'm home. It's what I love so much.

I can't stop thinking about everything that she said. I hate that she could ever question that I don't love her or the kids more than my job. I know that's all on me, I should have made the effort to show her that more. When it comes to it, I can live without acting, but I can't live without Y/n.

I end up calling my mom and she spends most of the call scolding me. She told me how much work Y/n had done to start getting ready for the studio to reopen and how she had managed to get a few big name clients. It makes my guilt only grow. I am the worst wife.

That night I barely sleep. I spend most of it staring at the empty space beside me, replaying what Y/n had said over and over. The pain in her eyes, the question of if I still love her and want this family. By 5am I give up and start on the day. Once I'm showered and check on the kids, I head downstairs to my laptop. Trying to work out how to fix this.

When the kids start to stir, I get the twins up and sort out their breakfast. Luckily, Noah is still asleep, after his late night, so I can focus on them. Whilst they're playing on their mat, I grab my phone and call Taika. I explain that I need to drop out of the project and put my family first. He's disappointed but he does offer me one option. To take Y/n and the kids with me. That he would arrange for us to have a house near set so we can be together when I'm not filming. He said that he wouldn't look to recast until I confirmed with him if I want to take that offer or not.

This movie really did appeal to me. It's so unique and I think it would be really good fun to do. But that doesn't matter to me anymore. I would still be asking Y/n to postpone her studio opening by a month. I don't think she would go for that. I'm putting Y/n and the kids first. Like I always should have done.

When Noah gets up, we have breakfast together. Which is not a fun experience. I don't make his pancakes the right way and I gave him the wrong fruit, so we're off to a good start. I'm surprised Y/n isn't up yet, but I don't want to rush her. She deserves some time to herself. I can put up with a sulky four year old for the day. She's done it for months.

Throughout the day I realise that there is a lot I don't know about my kids, and it hurts. They have changed since I was last home, and without Y/n's subtle guidance, I'm left to fend on out of date knowledge. The only brightside is that Noah is starting to realise how much he needs his mama.

By the afternoon, all three kids are craving time with their mama. Hell, I'm craving time with my wife. I manage to get the kids somewhat settled in the living room whilst I grab my laptop once again. Maybe a family holiday would be a good place to start. We always talked about Disneyland and Y/n has always wanted to go to Hawaii. I call my mom to see if she would come as well, that way, Y/n and I could have a mini holiday ourselves. She happily agrees, saying that she will do anything to stop my stupid ass losing the best thing that ever happened to me.

By dinner, Y/n finally comes out of the guest room. I give her a big smile, but it soon drops when I see how tired she looks and the tear stains down her cheeks. Her eyes bloodshot and puffy. It makes my heart ache that this is all cause because of me. "Hi my love." I great her, to which she hums in response. She goes to head towards the kitchen, but the kids don't let her get to far. "Mama!" Izzy shouts when she sees her, holding her arms out to be hold. "Hi there my little princess." She smiles at our daughter, resting her on her hip as she goes through the motions of making herself a coffee.

I admire her as she moves around effortless, keep Izzy happy, whilst still managing to sort a drink and some food for herself. It makes my heart grow when I hear the little laughs from the baby when Y/n tickles her after she stole a raspberry from her bowl. Y/n moves into the living room and places Izzy on the mat, but she instantly moves to Y/n and is joined by Mia, both climbing up onto the sofa to be closer to their mama.

Noah, however, stays sat on the floor with his toys. "Hi Noah. Do you want to join our snuggle?" Y/n asks but Noah shakes his head. I frown when I see his reluctance after our talk last night. I see a flash of hurt cross over Y/n's face, but she quickly hides it when the twins start to ramble at her.

I quickly text my mom and ask if she could pop over to take the kids for the evening. I know it's short notice, but I need to save my marriage. It's holding on with a thread and I don't know how much longer it's going to hold. Thankfully, she agrees, restating her comment from the call earlier and I hang up just in time to see Noah, once again, reject Y/n.

Y/n sighs, getting up from the sofa and handing me Mia. Izzy now with her brother on the floor. "I need a walk." She mumbles, grabbing a coat and her phone before leaving the house. I wanted to stop her, but I also need to talk with Noah.

"Noah buddy. Why are you still being mean to mama?" I ask him. His eyes go wide and he's quickly shaking his head. "I'm not being mean!" He defends. "Yes, you are. You're ignoring her." I stay firm and his little lips trembles. "I didn't mean to! She looks sad and I felt bad cos I made her sad. She's not going to leave forever is she?" He admits before the fear of his mama leaving takes over. He burrows himself into my side for comfort. "Oh sweetie. She's not sad because of you. She's sad because of me. Your hugs would make her feel so much better! And no. She isn't going away. She's just gone for a walk." I try to reassure him. I have done a stand up job of screwing things up for my wife and our son!

I spend the time explaining to him why Y/n is feeling sad and how we both have to do our best to make her feel better. He seems to understand and is now patiently waiting for Y/n to come home. As the clock ticks on, I panic, worried that maybe she's left me. Left us. I've pushed her so far that she's gone. When mom arrives, she has to deal with me freaking out and just as I feel like I'm about to totally break down, the front door opens and Y/n walks in. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing she's come home.

"Mama! You're back!" Noah shouts as he rushes into the hallway and collides with Y/n's body. "Of course, I am buddy." She smiles, running her hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, mama." He apologises. "I don't hate you. I love you a lot." He tells her, complete honesty in his eyes. They have a moment together as Noah tells her why he was angry and that he knows it wasn't Y/n's fault.

Y/n looks at me suspiciously when she sees my mom with the kids' overnight bag but allows it when she takes the kids back to hers tonight. "I want us to be able to talk without the worry of the kids." I explain as she gets comfortable in the living room. "Do we have anything more to talk about?" She questions through a sigh. "You may not. But I do. I have a lot I need to say. I hope you'll give me the chance." I say, looking at her with pleading eyes.

When she nods, I take the seat next to her, holding her hand in mine. "I've fucked up. There is no excuse. So, all I can say is that I'm sorry and I promise that I am going to change. This family are my priority. The thought of never acting again makes me sad. But the thought of losing you or the kids makes me feel sick to my stomach. I know that I would never cope. My life wouldn't be worth living." I start off, setting out my thoughts early so she knows where I'm coming from.

"I am so sorry that I made you feel like you were going through this alone. I'm so ashamed of myself that I couldn't see the pain you were in and allowed you to continue making the sacrifices for this family when I was making none. I will stop acting and focus to being a mom and a wife so you can get back to doing what you love. I'll find another passion that accommodates both of us." I promise her. But my words seem to have the opposite effect than I had hoped. My heart stops when she starts shaking her head at me.

"Scarlett. I don't want you to stop doing something that you love. I just want you to prioritise better. To put us first. I would never ask you to quit acting. But these last few years, you've been away more than you've been with us. We just want you in our lives more. We miss you so much. Then as we get used to you being home, you're gone again." She explains.

"We have a lot to work on, but I know how important this project with Taika is for you. So, I spent this morning rearranging some of my clients so I can start once you're back." I can't believe she would do this for me. After everything I have done, she is still putting me first. "No, babe. I can't ask you to do that. I meant what I said. It's time for me to put you first and allow you to follow your dreams..." I start to ramble, but she cuts in. "It's too late. It's already done. But things need to change when you're back Scarlett. It's not fair to me or the kids." She interrupts.

"This project doesn't mean more to me than this family Y/n. I actually called Taika this morning to pull out of the project." I admit and she looks at me shocked. "Really? But you were so excited for it." She replies in shock. "But I'm more excited to support you in your work and be around with the kids more." I come back, wanting her to know that nothing is as important to me than her and our children.

She sits for a moment and looks to me. "I don't want you to resent me because you're missing out on roles that you want to do." She says shyly. I place my finger under her chin and lift it so she can look at me. "But it's ok for you to give up on your dreams instead?" I question her with a raised eyebrow. "When I married you, my dream was to have a family with you. But when we achieved that, I got greedy and wanted the best of both worlds. I never should have taken advantage of you like I did. I promise that I'll never do it to you again." It's not a baseless promise and I hope that she can see that. I think she does when she pulls me into her and holds me close, letting out breath as she does.

"I bet Taika was annoyed to lose you." She says after we've sat in silence for a while. "He understood. Scolded me a little for screwing up. Even offered for the four of you to join me and live out there whilst we film. But he gets why I made the decision I did." Her head snaps up to mine when she hears what I said. "He offered for us to live in the Czech Republic whilst you film?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, he said he'd arrange a house close to set so I was away from you as little as possible." I reply, whilst running my hand through her hair, enjoying being this close to her again.

"We should do it." She mumbles into my shoulder. "What was that babe?" I question, not sure I heard her right. "We should do it. I've already moved my work around. Noah doesn't start school until you're back. This way you can do the project and we can readjust once we're home." She sits back to look at me as she talks, and I can see that she means what she's saying. It's not just to make me feel better. "Are you sure that's what you want? I really don't mind if I step back from this project. I don't want you to do this for me and it put us even further back." I admit.

"If I hadn't moved work around maybe I wouldn't be saying it. But it's a chance for us to live abroad. The kids would learn so much from it. Besides, you said yourself that you think this is an Oscar worthy film. Who am I to deny you that opportunity." She smiles, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I'll only do it on one condition. Well two actually." I say, trying to be firm, but the nerves taking over. "I'm listening." She smiles. "First, we have a holiday. I was thinking Disneyland, then the two of us head to Hawaii. Mom already said she'd stay at the parks with the kids." I start off and feel more relaxed when she laughs. "Ok, and your second condition?" She pushes me to continue.

"Well, it's not really a condition. I guess a promise from my part. I'm going to step back from filming for a bit. I want to be the supportive wife you deserve. I'll only pick roles that really appeal to me. Besides, I always wanted to start my own skincare line. I can do that from here in New York and be around all the time. Being the mother and wife that I am supposed to be." I keep eye contact as I talk so she can see how genuine I'm being.

She doesn't respond. Not verbally anyway. She leans in and captures my lips in a loving kiss. One that shows me everything that I could have lost. I can't believe that I allowed my own desire to live my dream, to damage my family so much. Seeing the pain on Y/n's face is something that I never want to see again. I will do everything in my power, to make sure that I am the best I can be for this family. 

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[mamisfavmosherz]

DIRECTORY

Hello! Welcome to my blog, I write stories about celebrities and fictional characters, all with x reader.

First, I wanna say my first language isn't English, so I'm sorry for any grammar & spelling mistakes I might make! Also, I'm a college student and gonna start working soon, so I'm gonna do this at my own pace and when I can. This is also just a hobby and something fun I wanna do so I'm gonna write when I'm in the mood to do so, I don't want this to feel like a chore, so I'm sorry for the wait in advance!!

My stories are all gonna be Fem x Fem stories! I will also do nb!reader or nb!cleb/character! There will be male characters in the stories as friends, family members, extra characters, etc. But I won't write anything romantic with men.

Please, please leave requests! I will try to do as many as I can! Tho warning if I don't feel comfy with a request or just don't think I can pull it off, I won't do it.

Things I will write: Poly relationships, Fem!Reader/Character, Nb!reader/Character, SFW agere, Smut induendos/Teasing/Alluding, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with happy ending, Platonic fics, Any pronouns, Au fics, Celeb/Character x Celeb/Character as side relationships in the story

Things I won't write: Full on Smut, Male reader, Male *romantic* character/Celeb, Angst with sad ending, Kidnapping, Yandre, Noncon, Dark!Au, Character/Celeb x Character/Celeb as the main relationship, Ageplay (this nsfw and it is not the same as agere pls do research!), Hurtful Pranks stories (like break up pranks)

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy it!

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Not An Act

Requested by: @romanoffsbish​

Prompt: “I can’t pretend anymore.”

Authors note: sorry it took me a bit bestie, here ya go! 

Word count: 1823      Scarlett Masterlist   Marvel Masterlist

Cameras flash all around you as you arrive at the red carpet event. The suit you're wearing appears to have gone over well if the reaction from your fans and loud clicking of camera shutters was anything to go by, and you offer the gathered crowd your stunning smile.

   Scarlett watches on, her heart hammering inside her chest as she takes in your attire. Your suit incorporated the same exact shade of green that made up her dress and for a moment she lets herself imagine that the two of you planned it that way, that the two of you were each other's date. This illusion is quickly broken when your actual date steps out of the limo next. She too wears the same shade of green, though her dress is far less of a show stealer than the blondes was, so at least she had that. Though she’d much rather have you.

   Jealousy fills her as she watches your date loop her arm with yours, and the legitimate smile she was sporting for the paparazzi mere moments ago turns into something much more forced. Not that any of the people around her notice, they simply carry on cheering and snapping photos as you continue to walk forward. 

   Scarlett wishes she could just turn and continue her own walk, but she can’t. Not only would it be rude because the two of you are close friends, but you're also costars. Which means photos together and perhaps a short interview or two are expected before being able to head on into the event.

   “Hey Scar” you greet, a soft smile on your face as you open your arms to hug her

   She allows you this embrace, but doesn’t linger in your arms like she normally would. She's unsure if it's your date or the cameras that have caused this difference, but she hopes you don’t notice. You of course do notice, because you notice all things Scarlett at this point. Years of friendship will do that, so will years of secret yearning.

   “Hi Y/n.” she greets, resisting the urge to kiss your cheek and leave a smear of her lipstick behind

   “That dress looks incredible on you” you admit, eyes raking over the sleek fabric

   “Thank you”, she says, attempting not to blush in front of so many witnesses, “And you look great in that suit.”

   You smile wide, “One might say it suits me?”

   The blonde rolls her eyes as both she and your date chuckle, and it's then you realize you’ve forgotten something important. You quickly gesture to the girl beside you and reluctantly she follows along.

    “Hi” she greets, offering a tight lipped smile

    The girl beams, “Hi Miss Johansson, it's an honor to meet you!”

    “Pleasures all mine…” 

    “Brooklyn!” she answers enthusiastically, and Scarlett finds herself doing everything possible to not roll her eyes in annonce 

    You offer a slightly embarrassed smile as her eyes meet yours again, “Shall we pose for a few pictures?”

   She readily agrees, eager to get you away from the bimbo you brought and have you all to herself. You excuse yourself from your date before following your best friend over to a backdrop that has the Marvel logo embossed on it.

   “Y/n! Scarlett! Over here!” one of the paps shouts in an attempt to earn your gazes

    “Closer! Get closer to each other!” another shouts

   Instinctively you wrap an arm around her waist, and not realizing this move made her breath hitch you smile for the cameras. She somehow manages to pull herself together in time for the clicks and flashing to begin, but her mind never wanders from the way your arm feels around her. After a few minutes full of various poses the two of you separate, much to Scarletts annoyance to head over to interact with a few fans.

   A few pictures have been taken and posters have been signed, so with that out of the way the two of you back away from the crowd to head inside. Scarlett instinctively looks over to you, only to feel a fire burning within her as you gesture for your date to join you. You reach out your hand to her and she quickly grabs it, letting you lead her forward. The blonde can’t help but think how that should be her hand you're holding. It should be her on your arm tonight, and any other night. It should be her you're smiling at, not some stranger. You deserve someone that really and truly knows you, like she does.

   A few hours pass and the event comes to an end, and while normally she would be glad about that, this time your Scarlett is displeased. She had the luck of getting to sit beside you the entire night. True, your date was just on your other side, but if she leaned back in her chair you blocked her view of the other woman, so she could go back to imagining it was only the two of you. But now, as you stand to make your way to the after party, she's reminded that's not the case as your date once again links her hand with yours.

   For the most part the afterparty is a blurr. There were just so many people to greet and speak to that Scarlett got lost in the formalities, which is how she ended up  losing track of you somewhere along the way. Now that she finds herself free of conversation she grabs herself another glass of champagne, her third of the evening, and sets out to find you amongst the crowd. 

   Finally she spots you, but the scene before her is enough to make her heart drop. The two of you stand alone, off in one corner as you take in the NYC skyline. She hates how at ease the two of you seem to be with each other and her grip tightens dangerously on the small and fragile champagne flute in her hand as your date moves even closer to you. Jealousy and hurt bubbles inside her and Scarlett quickens her pace, eager to get to you before anything else can happen. But just as she approaches you lean closer to your date. Her lips ghost over the shell of your ear as she whispers something to you. 

   Whatever it was made you laugh, and Scarlett can feel her stomach do a flip at the much beloved sound. God how she wishes she had been responsible for that reaction. Your date then turns before making her way in the opposite direction, trying to make her way through the crowd, either heading for the open bar or the bathrooms and Scarlett knows this is her chance to steal you away.

   You don’t notice that anyone has come to join you until a familiar presence fills the void around you, and you turn to greet your friend with a smile, “Hey. Get bored of playing socialite?”

   Your brows furrow as she remains silent, her eyes glued to the sights on the other side of the window as her thoughts try to sort themselves out enough for her to form a coherent sentence. She's so deep in her own mind that she hadn’t even been aware you had said anything.

  “Scar?” you ask, gently grabbing her shoulder, “You alright?”

   “I can’t pretend anymore.”  she blurts out, only causing the crease in your brows to deepen

   “What are you talking about?”

   She carelessly shoves her unfinished glass of champagne onto a nearby table before gently grabbing your face, “I can’t keep pretending that seeing you with someone thats not me isn't tearing me apart”

   Though you can see emotions in her eyes you still hesitate to take her seriously. I mean this was too good to be true, right? There's no way the woman you’ve loved for years has suddenly realized she has feelings for you, that only happens in cheesy tv shows and romance novels.

   “Stop acting” you dismiss, more harshly than intended as you remove her hands from your face, not wanting the way she was holding you to grab the attention of anyone in the crowded room. Her hands immediately grip onto the front of your suit jacket, and it's then you notice her eyes beginning to glisten.

   “I’m not acting, I promise you I’m not.” she admits, her voice more vulnerable than you’ve ever heard her before and your heart soars at the possibility, “I want to be the one whose hand you hold. I want to be the one you keep close. I want to be the one that makes you laugh and smile so big your cheeks hurt. I want to be the one you give your attention and affection to, so I can give you mine”

   Your eyes soften, and the way you smile at her has hope fluttering in her chest. You open your mouth to speak, but before anything else can be said Brooklyn makes her return, “Oh, hello again Miss Johansson!”

   Scarlett immediately tenses, worried that you’ll pull away from her and let your date slide beside you once more. To her surprise and joy however you wrap your arm around her waist again, and pull her against your side.

   “Scar, I never really properly introduced you to Brooklyn. She's my old producer's niece. She's looking to get into helping him make more movies and I owed him a favor, so I brought her along to meet people”

   “Then, she's not..?”

   You smile softly, “No, she's not a date.”

   Brooklyns eyes nearly pop out of her head at that, “Are you kidding?? You thought?? No, no. Y/n is so out of my league I’m lucky she brought me along tonight.”

   All three of you chuckle, and the blonde allows herself to cuddle closer against you. The way you look at the shorter woman is enough to tell Brooklyn she needs to give you both space, so she wanders off to find another person her Uncle had mentioned. 

   As soon as she disappears you try your best to look at Scarlett's face in the crook of your neck, “I want the same things you do, Scar. I want you.”

   She wastes no time in bringing her lips against yours in a kiss full of passion and feelings, “I love you. God, I love you so much and I was so scared I was going to lose you to somebody else.”

   “I love you too, which is why I know that would never and could never happen.”

   She smiles before pressing her lips against yours again, and everything else just seems to fade away as your senses are overcome by her, your Scarlett. And with the skyline as your backdrop for your first kisses with her, you were truly feeling the magic of New York. And now that she was yours, things would only become more magical from here. 

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

A CEO! Chris Hemsy smutty fic coming up…

Also I am 2 followers away from hitting 3000???? INSANE.

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[timmymyluv]

sweet milk

timothée chalamet x fem!reader

warning(s): boob worship, breeding kink, lactation kink, impreg, oral suckling, sleeping with breasts in mouth, licking (18+ themes)

summary: timothee can't sleep but nothing gives him greater comfort than suckling and feeding on your nipple like a baby. he dreams of nothing but your womb swollen and your nipples/breasts full of milk.

couldn't sleep on the plane during a 14 hour flight so I wrote this in like under an hour, no proofreading we d!e like men. enjoy!

word count: 1.2k

The warm sunset peaked through your blinds as you laid comfortly in your plush king sized bed. Your eyes still tightly shut and placing your wrists over your eyes to block the light to no avail.

Twisting and turning restlessly until you feel a gentle tug against your waist, slim fingers already fondling where your curves dip.

"Please? In my mouth?" Even with your eyes closed, you can already see groggy Timothee with his wild curls free and unrestrained, pouting away his sleepiness for his desires to be quenched.

Turning away from him, your back faces him as you smirk sleepily and pretend to ignore what he's looking for when you know the one thing that gives him relief when he's in that mood.

He groans in upset, knowing your wicked ways but smitted enough he'll give you anything you want and more.

Grasping on your shoulders to face you towards him, he begs, the raspiness of his voice still evident.

"I want you boobs in my mouth, please." You could swear you could see slight tears brimming from his eyes if you kept him waiting any longer.

"Of course. You can always have me whenever, wherever you want." You would never say no to such a request.

Sitting up to slide up your flimsy tank top up your arms, throwing it carelessly down the floor before laying down with your back against the mattress.

He grins at you like a predator who has caught his prey, a cat who's caught his mouse and a starved man ready for a feast.

Timothee's coarse hands brush against your sides, touching on your waist briefly, brushing around your hips before trailing up your stomach.

As his phalanges begin his journey up your torso, his lips make a graceful, light descent from your cheeks, a quick peck on your lips before diving down into your neck.

You moan in satisfaction as he aims for the spot between your neck and your shoulder that he knows you adore. A tingle electrifies through your spine with every touch on your skin, knowing your body like a map he has imprinted into his memory.

Leaving splotches artworks of purple, blue and a little yellow around your neck, his palms wrap around either side of your biceps as he scatters wet kisses down your sternum.

Fondling your right breast with his eager, yet skillful fingers, the string of whines and cries for more gets louder and louder against the symphony of his mouth plunging into your hot skin mercilessly.

"Ah, just like that. There, there!" You cry in shrieks, legs curling at the burning sensation you can't get enough.

He loves his praises, and you were more than willing to give him his due when he's always been such a good boy for you.

Circling your nipple with his fingers as he indulges in the other, sucking hungrily, viciously until your back is arched and your pleads and moans are making you see white.

"You treat me so well, ugh- ah!" You swear you hear a guttural groan against your skin, and it forms goosebumps down your back.

Kissing around your breast before a faint lick on your left areola, he switches his hands over to your left breast to give the same love to your right breast.

As Timothee hovers above you with with his arms on either side, you can feel his desire harden against your thigh, and you want to drown, immerse yourself in that sensation forever.

A string of saliva from when he pulls away dr your chest almost unwillingly, only if he did not need to breathe. He collapses against the bed defeatedly yet knowing he had won in every right.

As you catch your breath, his forehead pressed against your shoulder blade as you comb through his hair delicately, pressing peppered kisses on his sweaty hairline.

Just as you fall deep into the surrender of your slumber, Timothee turns back to you with a satisfied grin, latching on your closest nipple with ease, closing his eyes tightly as he serenades himself into sleep.

As his fingers ghost against your hip, you notice even lost in the daze of his deep rest, you can feel the unconscious yet natural urge of his lips, warm against your cool nipple.

For the rest of your lazy morning spread out on your bed with a blanket splayed on top of both of you, this was as close as heaven could get.

In the moments he would daze himself out from an awkward position of his arched neck, but recollect himself to continue latching onto you.

You sometimes wondered if he'd suck hard enough not just to please you with as less body coverage as possible, but as if milk would come out of it?

How would it look when he'd pull away from your nipple, a string of saliva mixed up with imaginary breast milk that you'd lactate from your breasts? You couldn't help but get lost in those images sometimes, especially as the time he spent attached to your nipple became more frequent by the minute you were around him.

How would you look with your belly growing to make room for the life you've created in your womb, stretching and creating stretch marks like golden tiger strips you've won in battle. Your breasts swollen and tender, sensitive to the touch and cold until they'd be wet and heavy with milk.

You would always teasingly remind Timothee to leave some from the baby if you were still expecting, heavy into your second trimester yet starting to balloon with achy limbs and swollen ankles. That you loved the raw, sensitivity from your more reactive skin whenever he would suck and slurp like he couldn't get enough of your essence, of your liquid elixir that brought life to humans, and he would moan and groan, complaining it tastes so good, so sweet that he could not resist.

The glow in your skin as you proudly carried his baby, Timothee's baby. That the love you had together had created this life, this entire human being you'd shelter with love and care.

You would walk around proudly, almost proudly wherever you go -as if you wanted to be noticed, seen rather than avoid the crowds and attention. How your body would change over what he did to you, releasing into you and that thought only made you shiver with more want.

Both of you were nowhere near the stage to have children, but it wouldn't hurt to imagine. Almost that natural, primal maternal urge took over when you'd see Timothee's frustrated, tensed up brows and clenched jaw release when he'd put his mouth anywhere around your breast.

Just the suckling of his lips around your nipple, his tongue darting or loosely hovering over your sensitive areola gave you both that tingling, sensational rush that made you feel like you were set on fire.

Yet it also gave you that comfort, that assurance that he was physically there, he was emotionally, spiritually, mentally and metaphysically entangled with you in every other way.

You smile at the comfort and natural ease you have in the habit he's picked up recently and began practicing more ardently. You wouldn't have it any other way.

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[pastelmaximoff]

This is Heaven

Florence looked beautiful in that outfit. A jumper-like top and a skirt that was see-through. Like a veil covering the thing I desire most. I love her, I do, but we're best friends, so I must bite my tongue. I wish to hold her blonde hair and pull her lips up to my own. She smiles at me and winks as I take the photo. I'm the photographer she requests every time she comes to events run by Valentino. No one is allowed to share photos unless approved by me, I make her look more beautiful, she says.

She hasn't taken a bad picture once. It's admirable. Photo after photo, smile after smile, the carpet walk is finally over. The afterparty is raging, and Florence begins walking over to me. Everyone's staring as she holds her hand out to me. Her, hanging out with me? Ludicrous. Florence takes my hand and smiles as she leads me up the stairs and out to the balcony. Once we get there, she hugs me wordlessly. After a sweet embrace, she finally looks me in the eyes and utters a word in her adorable accent, "Hi."

"Florence, you looked like an angel tonight!" I squeal. She scrunches her nose, making my knees weak, and looks down. "Like you do every night." I accidentally let a little giggle and immediately blush. Florence looks up at me slowly, and I think she lingers on my breasts for a moment, but that's not possible, I must be imagining it. My shirt is low-cut, and I must admit they do look better than normal tonight. Maybe she just noticed the change.

"You were the angel teasing me behind the camera!" She squealed back at me.

"Teasing! I did not!"

"Yes, you did, I saw you eyeing me! You made me blush!"

Now it was my turn to blush. I couldn't believe she saw me watching her. That might be the worst thing to ever happen to me, definitely one of the most embarrassing.

"You look so cute when you blush," Florence winks and steps closer to me. She gently placed her hands just above my hips and holds me. I look into her eyes and she looks back into mine. So many emotions at one time, it was like a tidal wave. Neither of us moves but the silence is killing me. I lean in and place my hands on her cheeks before my lips reach hers. It's a soft explosion filled with comfort and passion. The heat of the kiss and the thrill of her hands is the best thing I've ever felt. My embarrassment is completely gone and I can't recall a time before this. It's as if my life didn't truly begin before this moment. I can't believe this is happening, this is the stuff of dreams. Well, my dreams at least.

We kiss and kiss and kiss, I never want it to end. But then she pulled back and bit her lip. She begins to move one hand over my stomach and down my pants.

"Is this ok?" Florence asks.

I nod my head and bite my lip too.

"I need to hear you say it."

"Do it," I say almost too desperately.

Her fingers rub my clit and the pleasure is somehow even more than the kiss. Then she penetrates my pussy and the satisfying feeling engulfs me. It's as if we're in space and the only two people in the world. Florence slips another finger in and I'm so wet that it's almost as if her fingers are on a water slide. This is heaven.

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Just a quick one sorry, swamped recently, I know I haven't posted in a while, let me know if you want more.

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[ashbrat488]

Sliding Into Home - Calahan Skogman AU - One Shot

"Kenzie! Are you ready?"

Brook's voice cuts through my thoughts as I sit staring at myself in the mirror. I turn to my closest friend and assistant with a sigh. "I hope so." I stand up to follow her out of the room as I smoothed her hand over my blonde ponytail. My stomach filled with butterflies as we walked down the long tunnel toward the field. I had graduated top of my class with a Sports Management Degree and yet they had me running their team's social media accounts. It wasn't what I was wanting to do, but I now worked for a Major League baseball team which is more than I could have hoped for right out of college.

I knew very well that my father being the head coach was the reason I had the job, to begin with. I was used to being under-appreciated and undervalued. People saw my blonde hair and blue eyes and pretty face and automatically write me off as shallow and unintelligent. I scoff, shaking my head as I listen to myself complain about being too attractive. Pretty privilege is a real thing that I knew well, but just like everyone else, I had my own trouble based on how I am perceived by other people, men especially.

I stop at the end of the tunnel, the light and noise from the stadium filling my senses as my heart beats erratically in my chest. "Do I look okay?"

Brook chuckles, handing me my phone as she rests her hand reassuringly on my arm. "You always do, babe. Just breathe. This is easy shit. I have a few of the guys lined up to chat with you with Calahan last since it's his first MLB game."

"Right... I can't believe my dad is starting him on his first game."

"Have you seen him pitch?!"

I roll my eyes as Brook grins, her brown eyes more amber in the sunlight. "Of course I have. I am good at my job, Brook." Calahan Skogman was just fresh out of college as well and had been tried to be recruited by more than a few Major League teams. We were lucky he wanted to play for his hometown team here in Milwaukee though.

She laughs, nudging my shoulder as she leans toward me. "And have you seen how hot he is?"

"Fuck off, Brook." I hear her laugh more as I chuckle and we step out onto the field as the team practices. Brook fetches a few of the men, one at a time as she helps me to film small interviews with them for the team's social media accounts. I turn as a shadow approaches me and I see Calahan stalking toward me. At 6 foot 4, he was the tallest member on the team, and even in my heels, he towered over me as I barely reached his shoulders. His shaggy hair which could only be described as hazel was peeking out the sides of his hat. The normally dirty blond hair appeared brown sometimes and almost red in the sunlight as did the fuzz of his five o'clock shadow. His blue-green eyes also hid under the shadow of the bill of his hat but I could see them roam over my body as he approached; from my blue heels to my skinny jeans and custom jersey with my last name and my lucky number 13.

He finally reaches me, standing beside me as he plasters on a fake smile. He has never managed to warm up to me, just like the rest of the team since I graduated and my father insisted I accept a job within the club. "Hello, McKenzie..."

"Calahan Skogman! It's so great to have you on the team this year. And this is your first ever MLB game and you're pitching. Are you feeling the nerves a little bit?"

"Um..." He shuffles slightly as nervous energy radiates off him. "Sure, I am a bit. I'm always a little bit nervous before a game, no matter where it is. I just try to drown out the noise and focus on the mission at hand and try to remember that Scott wouldn't have placed me here in starting position if he didn't believe in me."

"That's so great, Calahan. Well, we all believe in you and we're all happy to have you here." I watch him nod, giving a small smile to me and the camera before we hear someone yelling behind him.

"Head's up!"

I turn around just in time to find Calahan's large right hand in front of my face encased around a ball that had almost hit me. He turned to me, his eyes as wide as mine as my heart beats painfully in my chest. He brings his left hand up to my arm as his face softens slightly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you okay?" I look down at his right hand as he moves the ball to his left hand, and he opens and closes it a few times, obviously in a bit of pain. He only nods, not really looking at me as some of the other guys call him away.

***

"Girl, that vid of Calahan saving your life is blowing up all over social media. That mixed with the win today, the Brewers are the talk of all the sports networks."

"Good, then I'm doing my job. And he didn't save my life. Let's not be dramatic..." I follow her into the bar, both of us in short dresses and heels as we are immediately spotted by some frat bros at the bar when we approach.

"Can I buy you a drink, darling?"

"No thanks." I don't bother looking at the man the voice belongs to as I scan the bar to find some of the team members in the back, nursing some beers and yelling, and having a good time. My eyes catch briefly on those blue-green eyes once again hidden under the bill of his hat before Brook nudges my attention back to her and she hands me a shot glass.

"What's the point of being hot and having guys want to buy you drinks if you never accept?"

I roll my eyes, my mouth and throat burning from the alcohol before setting the shot glass back onto the bar. "Because they never do it just to do it. They buy you a drink because they're expecting something. Whether it just be attention, or something more."

"You're so negative, Kenzie. You expect all guys to be dicks, that everyone is out to get you."

I shrug, turning around as I feel someone's presence behind me. A tall, obviously drunk, college guy saunters up to me. "Hello, beautiful..." His eyes roam down my body greedily, falling on my breasts before finally dragging them to my face.

"No."

"I haven't even asked anything yet..." He smirks, leaning one arm on the bar, moving closer to me as I back up slightly into Brook.

"Doesn't matter, the answer is no." I turn away from him as I feel him grip my arm hard, pulling be back around to face him, my chest pressed against his. "Just fuck off."

"Dude, leave us alone..." Brook tries to break the guy's grip as he sneers at the both of us.

"Why you being such a fucking bitch? You come in here as a fucking tease in your short dress and then you blow me off without even a smile."

"I don't have to give you a smile or anything else." I bring the heel of my shoe down hard on his toes, making him grunt as he only grips my arm tighter, causing me to wince.

The guy is thrown back as another shadow looms over me, and Calahan places himself between the drunk guy and Brook and myself. "She told you to leave her alone. Keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"Fuck off dude, this doesn't concern you." The guy pushes Calahan back hard enough to knock the cap off his head before Calahan brings his fist up to crush against the guy's face.

I groan, grabbing his hand and pulling him back as the guy falls to the ground and his friends surround him. "Cal!" I drag him back to face me as the other team members approach us. "Get the fuck out of here before you lose your baseball career before it even starts." I push him back as he shakes his head and the guys drag him out of the bar. "Fucking cavemen, I swear to god."

Brook laughs, handing me Calahan's hat that fell to the ground in the middle of the scuffle. "He left his hat. We should get out of here too, Kenzie."

***

I stand with the hat in my hand as I wait for the door to open. Finally, an obviously annoyed Calahan opens the door wearing only boxers. His hair hangs in his face as he runs his hand down his bare chest to his tight abdomen, his hand sliding over the ridges of his muscles as he clears his throat. "I um... I brought you your hat," I stutter out as I drag my eyes up to his, handing him his hat. "You dropped it at the bar."

"Thank you. I love that hat, I was worried I lost it forever." He offers me a small smile before tossing the hat out of my view and I give him a small nod, turning to leave. "That's it? Don't I get a thank you?"

"For what?" I scoff, turning back to him quickly, stepping toward him as he stands up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. "For being a fucking buffoon and almost ruining your career over a stupid drunk college boy?"

"How about saving your life? And then for saving you at the bar."

"I could have handled myself just fine without your interference."

"Oh yeah, it looked like it..." He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in obvious disgust. "Just another spoiled princess just like I thought you would be."

"You don't know anything about me!" I spit, pushing him back hard, both palms flat on his chest as he chuckles, barely moving as I turn away from him once more. This time I feel a large hand grip the back of my neck, forcing me back toward him, pleasure surging down my spine as I feel him crush his mouth hard against mine. I try to push against him but instead succumb to his force as I feel his tongue penetrate my mouth, seeking out mine. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat as he pulls me into his apartment, slamming the door shut behind us. With his hand still on the back of my neck, his other hand goes to the back of my thigh, pulling me up to him as my legs wrap around him and my shoes fall onto the ground. "What are you doing?" I manage to mutter when he pulls his mouth away to nip at my neck, carrying me further into the apartment and plopping me onto his bed.

"You got me kicked out before I could find a girl to bring home, so you'll just have to do..."

"I'll have to do?! That's not a proper proposition or seduction," I scoff, standing up as he smirks down at me, amused.

"You've made it all the way into my bedroom and you seemed to like it when I was kissing you..." He brings his hand up to gently cradle my chin as he slowly rolls his tongue over his lips. "We both know there's some sort of chemistry here between us. It doesn't have to go beyond sex. In fact, I prefer it that way. I can't much stand you otherwise."

"Funny..." I quickly consider the proposition as he cocks a brow, dropping his boxers to the ground and my eyes fall down to where his cock already stands heavy between his legs. "Fuck..." I can't contain the obvious staring as he brings his hands up to my shoulders, pulling the straps of my dress down to fall onto the floor.

"That's the plan... now stop talking..." He demands, gripping my throat as he dips down to kiss me hard once more as he pushes me back onto the bed with him on top. He keeps his mouth sealed over mine as I feel him pull off my panties, which were soaking already, a low fire burning deep inside my core.

I don't say anything as he reaches over to grab a condom from the nightstand, leaning back on his knees. His eyes lock intensely on mine as he rips open the foil to roll the condom onto his cock. He leans over me once more to press his mouth to mine as I feel his large hands come up to palm my breasts, moaning as I push up into his touch. He pinches the nipples, pulling on them and causing me to whimper as it sends jolts of electricity straight to my pussy. It clenches in anticipation as he releases my nipples, pulling back. I gasp as he grabs my waist, turning me away from him as he pulls my hips up to his.

He pushes into me hard as I gasp, the stretching almost painful as he doesn't stop, pulling out and pushing back in with a loud grunt. "Don't expect me to go slow or easy on you," he growls out as I whimper a response and he grips my hips, my knees barely grazing the bed as he pumps into me hard and fast just as he promised.

He runs a hand up my spine between my shoulder blades as he pushes me into the bed. Though I had never had someone so rough with me during sex, there was a certain sort of primal surge now buzzing through me as he used me. Pleasure coursed through me with every thrust, causing me to become louder and louder as he groaned.

Calahan leans forward to wrap his hand around my throat to pull me up on my knees, never losing rhythm as he pulls my back up against his chest. "You feel better than I thought you would, princess..."

I can't help but growl slightly at the endearment that sounds like an insult as he brings a hand up to my mouth. I clamp my teeth down on his hand as he hisses, his other hand gripping my throat harder until I let go. "Don't... call me princess," I barely spit out before I pain surges in my shoulder as he sinks his teeth into my skin, pain dissipating into pleasure. My head falls back against his shoulder as he moves his free hand down between my legs. "Cal..." I whimper as I hear him growl, dragging his tongue up the length of my neck to my ear, pulling my lobe into his mouth as the low burning fire explodes inside me. The grip of his hand on my throat tightens as the orgasm rocks through me, prolonging it as I faintly hear him panting and grunting behind me. He finally releases me and I collapse onto the bed, face down with a grunt.

"Don't call me Cal. It's Calahan or nothing," he barks as he crosses the room and slams the door to the bathroom. I roll my eyes, rolling onto my back to stare at the ceiling as my heart races. The sex was better than I would ever care to admit, even if now I was beginning to feel the bite on my shoulder. I groan, sitting up to stare at the bathroom door as I hear water running, regretting coming here. I knew it was a mistake to sleep with one of the players and that I would never be taken seriously if it got out that I had. I stand up, stumbling slightly as I quickly pull on my panties and dress and grab my shoes, leaving the apartment before he comes out of the bathroom...

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