#luckily me and the other woman who wasn't invited have a good relationship

[bobendsneyder64]

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[slaveofemma]

10 Years od Slavery - Ch.24

I was rock hard once again after listening Ellie's story about how she had a threesome with Dylan and Megan. I was imagining myself in the place of Dylan, and her naked body on the same bed with another girl. It was a story that is too good to be true, even for someone who is not her slave. When she's finished with her story, I shamelessly asked for one last relief. She laughed, and rejected firmly:

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"It's good to hear that we enjoy my sex life together babe. But no, a rule is a rule. You had more than you deserve already, didn't you?"

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"Yeah, true…"

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"But you're making me proud babe. You're settling in your new role very well. Believe me, we will be very happy together."

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"I am already very happy to be with you Ellie. And I'm proud of you as well. I'm proud to be with a strong woman, and I'm proud to have the privilege to be your slave."

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I was really sincere with my feelings. I was calmed down, accepted my role, my fate, my humiliation and started to enjoy it. I was happy.

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"If you're saying these to change my mind, it's not gonna work. But I believe what you just said. I'm proud to have you as my slave too."

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"I love you Ellie…"

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"I know."

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The phone went silent. I resisted the urge to jerk off. And soon I fell asleep.

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The end of summer was already a week away, and I was looking forward to get back to my dear Ellie. It was going to be the last year of college, so I had to start looking for a part-time internship and get myself prepared for the graduation as well. Luckily, the time I spent in the library for last 4 weeks was giving me a great head-start with the actual courses. Even though I couldn't wait to see Ellie again, I was also slightly nervous. I already had a very good idea on some aspects of Ellie's expectations from me, but wasn't sure what it was going to be like to be a full-time slave living in the same house. I was obviously doing all the chores, and "worshipping" her in our own special way, but none of those were new to me. I was also expecting Ellie to be more liberated with her dating life, but also trusting her to be discreet and cautious. I was clear that I didn't want other people to get involved in our special relationship. So, I was expecting her to respect the boundaries we set at the beginning. But I was also very aware of her temptation to push the boundaries, and my weakness to resist her. I was afraid of two most probable outcomes; first being exposed to other people and ruining my social life and reputation, ending up completely destroying my future. And second, failing to keep our relationship alive and losing Ellie (I wanted to add "to someone" at the end of this sentence, but given her very active dating life, that would be unfunilly ironic). So, I decided to have a candid conversation with Ellie once we are together again.

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Couple days after I listened about Ellie's weekend getaway, I got a message from Nat. She was inviting me out for drinks with our group of friends. I didn't think she was after anything, as there were other people too and joined them. After my usual gym and library sessions, I went to our regular pub to meet with my friends.

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The night was going well, we were just chatting over a couple pints of beer. Then, at some point Nat asked me to keep her company while she's going out for a cigarette. I didn't think of anything and just went along with her. Once outside and away from our friends, she asked me about how I am:

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"Hey, sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable but I was worried about you since we talked about… you know what. You are hiding it very well, but you opened up for a second and it felt like you're under pressure. So I just wanted to make sure you are OK. I'm a friend, and just want to help you if you need me."

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I got blushed, and mumbled some words about there's nothing to worry and everything's fine. She understood how uncomfortable I am with the topic, so didn't insist. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Even though I was accepting it and settling down, I was going through a serious situation in my relationship, which is affecting not only my present but also my future as well. And Nat was genuinely trying to help a friend. So I thought having a trustworthy friend whom I can speak with and get some advice, and maybe some relief. It could make me an even better boyfriend for Ellie, if Nat can help me with some good womenly guidance. I was also trusting her enough to keep it strictly between us. Eventually, I decided to open up to Nat about what I'm going through and get her guidance. And I texted her.

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We met in a calm coffeeshop the next afternoon. She was eager to listen to me, but also kind enough to tell me that I shouldn't talk about anything that would make me upset, and we can talk whenever I want. But she also asked me to keep it stick to the reality as much as possible, so that she can understand it truly. So, I slowly opened up to her. I started with the first night -the one I came in my pants- and afterwards. Ellie's obsession about out special connection, how she loves the idea of me staying virgin for her, and in general we staying virgin for each other, and how we became a perfect couple who do not have sex but does everything on the border of having actual penetrative sex. I also confessed that I was giving her oral sex quite often, whilst never got one back except some handjobs. Then I asked about her thoughts.

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"That is unusual, but nothing that is never heard of. I know many people who wants to stay virgin until marriage, or until they find "the one", but you sound like you already found each other. And you're quite sexually active. But still, it's understandable I think. If I wouldn't know what's coming afterwards I wouldn't think of it twice. But you also said that she never went down on you, but you were doing it quite often. Why you did accept such an unfair situation easily?"

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"I don't know. But, it was like she was setting the rules. And being a virgin boy who found an incredibly beautiful girl was making me so weak for her, so I wasn't challenging her that much. I was happy with being on the same bed with her already. I asked for it several times, but she didn't want to. And I thought if she doesn't want to, that's fine. On the other hand, I was genuinely enjoying with my part so never thought about stopping doing it."

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"Fair enough. Anyways, so far I can understand why you're frustrated but also there's nothing major to worry about it. But I guess you then learned that she wasn't a virgin at the beginning, and now having hard time accepting it?"

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I stood silent for a couple of seconds. Nat raised her eyebrows with suspicion.

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"Not quite like that. I'll get to that." Then, I told Nat how we moved in together and had a pretty much a great life until one day I came back from home late and found Ellie crying. Then, how she came clean to me about what happened in summer break and the depressive next couple days. I admitted that when I was back home to confront Ellie, I was already prepared to forgive her.

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Eventually, I talked about how we had a fight when I openly asked to have sex since she wasn't a virgin anymore, and how it ended up by me promising not to talk about it anymore while she was making jokes about dick sizes and stuff to rub it my face. I was blushing to talk about such humiliating stuff in front of someone else, but Nat didn't interrupt me at all until I told her the gifts I got for Ellie and me -a dildo and a fleshlight and how it ended up with a huge fight where I learned that they had sex all thrughout the summer, and left the home for a couple days.

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Nat was visibly shocked. I looked at her, with a hesitation in my eyes. I wasn't sure how it was looking from outside. After a brief silence, she started talking:

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"Honestly, what you're telling me is horrible. I'm sorry to hear that you had to go through it all by yourself. Can understand how challenging it must've been for you, and not being able to speak to anyone. Can I be totally blunt here? I think Ellie is a horrible person. A true sociopath. I wouldn't stay in such a relationship for a second but I am not here to judge you. I'm actually here to support you and your choices. You have nothing to be embarassed to."

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"Thank you, you're so kind."

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"But tell me, how did you really feel? After she was evidently happy about getting a dildo and made all that jokes, but freaked out when you got yourself a fleshlight?"

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"Awful. But I couldn't stay angry to her. I still can't. I don't know why. Maybe I have a screw loose, but I always went back to her, and apologised."

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"Maybe that's your thing then? There are many kinks outside and this is one of them. I know people being turned on by being humiliated."

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"Do you think I'm humiliated?" I was upset, but I knew that I shouldn't be, as Nat was just stating the obvious.

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"Not like that. Let me get this straight; I'm not bigoted. What a person enjoys in a sexual relationship does not determines his value. So, what happened to you, doesn't mean you're humiliated. Yes it's sexually "humiliating", but it means nothing outside of your bedroom." She did the quotation mark sign with her hands while saying "humiliating".

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"I get what you mean. Thanks"

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"No need for thanking me. I'm not trying to relieve you I'm telling what I'm thinking. What makes you valuable is what you do for people around you, how you make them feel like. Or what you've achieved in your school, or professional life. Having a semi-open relationship, or humiliation kink, does not make you even slightly less or more valuable."

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"It's really relieving, thank you. I never thought about it in that way."

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"Again, no need. I also thank you for trusting me, and being open. I'm happy if I was be of any help. But I want you to be sure about one thing; Do not get manipulated. Or let's put it that way, do not let yourself to go in a situation where you don't enjoy what's happening at least some level and just feel bad about it. If Ellie tries to push something you are sure that you don't want to, but you feel like you're obliged to, that is manipulation. Have borders. Or, if you don't have any borders, think about it very carefully, and make sure that you are happy about it."

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"Will do."

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"And please don't have any doubts about me. I won't tell a soul. So, is that all or will this story get more interesting?" She said with a smile on her face. I was also much more relaxed knowing that she is not judging me as a person, and I am not doing anything wrong. I was feeling like accepted for the first time.

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"Well don't doubt that it'll get more interesting." Then, I told her the rest of the story. I couldn't believe that we were laughing together how silly I must've looked while I was kissing Ellie's foot and begging for her to fuck someone else. I was thankful to Nat.

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The summer break was about to end.

[sburbanrelapse]

i held an apple in my hands and dreamed it a heart

it's not your fault. never really was. you've never asked for any of my adulation, not a lick of my obsession. i sit here dancing on telephone poles and choking myself to death in power lines and you're supposed to take responsibility for the hanging corpse gently swaying in the breeze? no, no; you were innocent. you were under no duress, no pressure. you made the best choice you could

and i'm happy

because if i set aside my all-too-characteristic trepidation for a second i can tell you'll be happy, too

but i was born with a void in my stomach i only ever filled by weaponizing you. and so now i'm left with nothing but this gnawing, crushing misery, that hollows me out as if with a spoon. scraping, scraping, scraping away at my cilia, at my flesh, at my bones

want to know something awful? does it matter, if you do? i've trampled all over you with my presumptions already, anyways, one more can't hurt

every foghorn in my mind screams that none of this will work for you. calling out that it's too soon, too quick. that all this is being made under too much duress. your boyfriend made a group chat just to worry about you and he's so close to the brink of a mental breakdown it'd be tragic if i wasn't a monster who didn't care even a lick about him. he can't handle this, those traitorous speakers whisper into my ear, blaring at a hundred sixty decibels. he's already falling apart. he's already sacrificing his other relationship for you. all this is doing is keeping the cage around him shut tight

i'm smarter than the foghorns, luckily. i know that he loves you. that you love him. that nothing else matters, but that. that i should check to see if i can get a bridesmaid's dress in black

if you aren't fiances, frankly, you might as well be. his parents may as well be yours by now, given the job your father's so steadfastly failed at. he's as much a home to you as you are to me, and you've seen how i act around you. want to go ring shopping? there's pop-up jewelers all over the streets here, i know a place if you want to sign all that away, away, leave me behind as you finally embrace that light you'd shown me

maybe it'll be too quick. maybe it'll hurt. i'll try not to say it's good if it does

christ, look at me. you're inviting this into your house tomorrow? all this? this ruined, thorned wreck of a woman who can't make up her mind as to whether she wants the best for you or the very worst, who aided and abetted the revelation that's blinded you instead of waiting for it to shatter you naturally, this crying, desperate girl begging you not to leave her when you have to go out for groceries for an hour? terrible. why? why do you tolerate me at all?

why do you care about me?

why do you like me?

why do you love me?

i should have talked to you sooner. immediately after that campaign. i was already intrigued by you then. i could have coaxed you out of your shell, instead of the other way around. i could have wormed my way into your life like a parasite so much sooner. we could have been together, by now. and you'd be straining against the stitches waking up every day and wondering why you felt like dying just that little bit more

all i had were the mad fantasies of a gibbering fool, all along. you don't like women that way. even if you did, you'd never like me. i'm so resolutely not your type you'd catch frostbite in seconds. but,

but i wish,

god, i don't even know why, i know it's not going to amount to anything, i hope,

i pray,

i wait for the day you get married to him. what was it i said, earlier? i can handle planning your wedding, but not your funeral? i stand by that. so i wait. think about what i'd do to make that day all the more special for you. wonder how many amaryllis flowers are too much, too tacky

and when you walk down the aisle, hand in hand,

i'll be sitting there, radiant in my delusions, waiting for you to leave him there and take me with you

i'm so sick. bring me a bucket? i want to vomit all this out.

[miss-smutty]

The Destructive Secret

Chapter 3

A/N- The secrets out! Well to you guys anyway 🤫

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter destruction. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Word count- 3,258

Warnings- Swearing, lies, deceit, cheating

Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X you / Liam Hemsworth X you

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 25th May 2021

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings

Chapter 1 + 2

"Morning babe, I tried to let you have a sleep in. I didn't wake you did I?" He asks, preoccupied with the washing up.

"No, I actually had a good sleep for once." You say nonchalantly while searching through the kitchen cupboards for a mug in a half asleep haze. "That's not going to last long when I have to spend the weekend in a hotel bed though."

Finally finding your favourite mug right at the back of the cupboard, you slam it on the counter a little more aggressively than you expected, startling you out of your daziness. Your boyfriend raises his eyebrow at you questioningly and you just shrug your shoulders back at him. It was definitely going to be one of them days, those days where nothing goes right. You would question what you'd done to deserve it but you already know the answer to that.  You were just going to have to put up with karma kicking your ass at any given moment for the rest of your life.

"Aww I know babe, at least it's only two night's though." He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You've just reminded me -" He presses carefully, the way he shifts his composure telling you he's uncomfortable with what he's about to say and your heart begins to beat a little faster. " - I know you're going away tomorrow and I really wanted to have the night alone..." He pauses again.

"Just tell me, what is it?" You ask, trying to keep the annoyance from your voice.

"My brother called this morning, he sounds in a bad way so I said he can come over and hang out tonight. You don't mind do you?" Now your heart stops beating completely, what the hell is he playing at? 

 "I'm worried about him, he's not been right lately and he's going away for work tomorrow night too so it's the only time I can see him really." You're angry with him for saying he's going away too, how more fucking obvious can he make it? You're just both suspiciously going to be away with work at the same time. You can't protest about it now, you don't want to raise any more questions.

"No of course not, babe." You agree reluctantly, still seething with anger on the inside. "Right, I'm going for a shower and then I better start packing." You sulk.

"Do you want some help?" He ask as you kiss him on his cheek while you're passing. 

"It's ok babe, you know how meticulous I am with my packing." You say smiling softly at him.

"Gotcha, I am not getting involved with that. Give me a shout if you want a coffee." 

"You're the best." 

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Using the tap to muffle the sound of your voice while you make a call. This was starting to become a habit now, the sound of running water in the background whenever you speak to him, a memory that you will never forget. Whenever you run your bath or fill the sink you're going to be reminded of your lying and cheating. Great! Just another thing to add to the list of things to look forward to in the future.

You never thought you'd be a cheater, especially to someone you loved and cared for so deeply. You'd always despised people who cheated, could never understand how people could have multiple lives and cheat multiple times. Naively thinking that if they weren't happy they should just tell the person they are with and stop all the hurt but it doesn't always work that way. You didn't suddenly think 'hey I'm not happy, I'm going to go fuck someone else'. You certainly wouldn't have chosen his brother if that was the case. Over the years it just happened and you hated yourself for it. You weren't even unhappy in your relationship, so that throws all your theories of 'cheaters' completely out of the window. The sound of the dial tone snaps you from your thoughts.

"Hi babe." He answers almost immediately, leaving you with no time to regain your composure. "Hello?" 

"Oh erm.... Don't 'hi babe' me." Not a great start, you have to admit.

"What's wrong?" You can tell that Chris is amused with your tone of voice and it makes that anger resurface.

"You know exactly what's wrong, why the fuck are you coming over here tonight?" 

"Erm to s-" you don't even give him time to speak before you interrupt him. You don't believe that he's just coming to see Liam, you know he's coming to see you no matter what he says.

"As if it's not awkward enough without having you both in the same house together... You have to cancel." The thought of them both being together with you filled you with fear. How were you supposed to act around them both? The idea of it fills you with chills.

"I'm not cancelling. I haven't seen him in a while and he invited me. It'll be fine, I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise. I get you all to myself tomorrow anyway." 

"Exactly so why do you need to come over here and make everything all awkward?"

"Babe I'm coming to see my brother, you get me to yourself tomorrow. Don't be selfish" you could hear the amusement in his voice, you're sure he enjoys this.

"Pfft." A huff is about the only thing you could manage right now.

"You get to have both your favourite people in the same room, at the same time... Hey maybe we can have a threesome?" 

"Fuck off." You murmur, although you have to admit the thought of it does turn you on slightly. In a perfect world that would be the best possible outcome but it's not a perfect world and that most definitely would never happen.

"I'll see you tonight, wear something sexy." He laughs.

"This isn't funny." You reply before hanging up the phone and you're left alone with the tormenting sound of flowing water.

This is going to be a disaster, you can't help but think that tonight is the night it all comes out. Surely this isn't what he has planned, he wouldn't want to hurt his brother in such a viscous way. To announce at dinner that he's fucking his girlfriend and that they've been going behind his back and fucking for years. Surely not?  You're pretty sure you're being paranoid but know you're going to be on the edge of your seat all night, frightened everytime he opens his mouth to speak.

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You're sure you've downed almost a full bottle of wine before he's even arrived, you try to remember how many glasses you've had when you finally hear the dreaded chime of the doorbell. Your head is dizzy with bubbles already, your stomach churning at the thought. It wasn't the cleverest of ideas to drink so much already, not when you need to be sharp and aware of what you're doing and saying. Fuck.

The way Chris' eyes light up when he sees you reminds you exactly why this is all worth it. You feel your nerves settle slightly now the first step was over and it wasn't so bad was it? You don't know what you were actually expecting, him to walk through the door and kiss you passionately sounds about right though.

"Chris! Hi, how you doing?" You act, standing on your tiptoes to hug him. It's so hard acting like he's your brother in law and not your... Boyfriend? Lover? You don't even know what to call him.

"Hi, beautiful." He whispers into your ear, making your stomach flip when you feel his lips graze against your neck. "I'm good thank you, how are you guys?" He says louder, moving away from your arms reluctantly and standing against the counter. The glint in his eyes and the smirk on his lips make him look sexy as hell, you bite onto your lip as hard as you can. Hoping to draw blood so you can concentrate on the pain and not the fact you want to rip your boyfriend's brothers clothes off.

"We're great" Liam replies.

"I'm sure you are." Chris says sarcastically under his breath, luckily Liam didn't hear him. You give Chris the glare, reminding him to be on his best behaviour.

"But how are you? You didn't sound too good the other day." Liam asks, opening a bottle of wine.

"I was probably just tired bro, you know how it is. I don't get much sleep nowadays." 

"Oh yeah, is a woman involved by any chance?" Liam asks, laughing to himself.

"Yeah, something like that." Chris subtly grazes your hand as you walk into the kitchen to help Liam. You freeze on the spot, looking into his eyes you see a desperately pleading look. You know this is torture for him, that he just wants to grab you and hold onto you. Even though he tries his best not to, he hates his brother for it, he hates that he gets to have you.

"Anyway, it smells great in here. What you making?" Chris says locked in eye contact with you. 

"I've just thrown together some dinner." You say casually, although deep down your heart is tugging and your hands are shaking.

"Her food is fucking amazing, I probably should have made sure you hadn't eaten first though?" Liam puts his arms around you and kisses your cheek as you carry on stirring the food on the stove. You're glad you have your back to Chris because you dread to think of his reaction. How you have to pretend you don't know each other on that deep level. You had tried to warn him that this was a bad idea.

"Yeah, no that would be awesome. Thanks" You can tell by the way his voice broke that this is causing him pain and there's nothing you can do about it. 

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"Do you want a beer or are you ok with wine?" Liam asks Chris as you sit down at the table ready to eat.

"I'd love a beer bro" Chris replies. You watch from the corner of your eye as Liam heads to the fridge, your heart beating a little faster now he's out of sight. Looking to Chris nervously.

Chris takes the opportunity while Liams back is turned and grabs your hand under the table. Stroking your palm with his thumb he mouths the words 'love you'. You can't help but feel sorry for him, this horrible situation you're all in. You mouth the words back to him before he lets your hand go when Liam comes back into sight.

All the way through the meal Chris can't take his eyes off of you, you're worried Liam will notice but he's paying no attention. Obviously he has no reason to doubt his loyal girlfriend and protective big brother, why would he? Which makes your betrayal even more unbearable.

"This is great Y/N." Chris says after tasting your food and moving your dress a little higher so he can place his hand on the top of your bare thigh under the table. The shock makes you jump and you hit your knee on the top of the table.

"Are you alright?" Liam asks looking slightly confused.

"Sorry, yeah. I just burnt my mouth." There's a slight hint of amusement in your words, you're a bad person but the situation is just too much not to find it slightly funny. The feel of Chris' hand on your thigh makes you feel butterflies in your stomach at the same time as the deep sick feeling of dread, your mind in a giant conflicted turmoil of feelings.

You can see Chris is also trying to hide his laugh as he takes a sip from his beer, one hand still on your thigh. Why the fuck am I sat in the middle? You hadn't thought about it when you'd sat down but now realise it was a massive mistake and also subconsciously the perfect place for you. The playing piece in a match against brothers, only one player is unaware there is any contest at all.

Chris finishes his beer and puts it down on the table loudly, filling the awkward silence between you all. You can understand the awkwardness between you and Chris but why is Liam not speaking? He wanted to see Chris to figure out what was wrong with him but he's not asking any questions. Has he figured it out? Did he see Chris touch your hand earlier? Had he seen you both whispering? You wriggle in your chair, feeling deadly uncomfortable and hoping Chris would move his hand. He didn't take the hint.

"Do you want another?" Liam asks Chris, already getting up from his chair and not waiting for an answer. Something is definitely wrong. Chris's hand moves further up your thigh, grazing the lace of your panties with the tip of his long finger. He's also completely oblivious to your awkwardness, drinking too much is numbing his senses and becoming dangerous. He's playing with fire. 

You fling your chair back from the table, standing abruptly, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and nervousness.

"I'm just gunna get some more beers from the basement." Liam announces, Chris sat cooly in his chair with not an ounce of nervousness.

"It's ok I'll go, you guys have a chat." You say, desperately needing to escape for a minute to catch your breath.

"Don't be silly, it'll only take me a minute." Liam says, already walking towards the door.

Chris takes his cue again, standing from his chair and moving over to you. Standing closely so he can whisper in your ear, his arm pressed to the small of your back while he holds you against him.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed again tomorrow Y/N. I've waited too long." 

"Chris, shh." 

"No, you shh. I wish I had you now, right here. I could just sit you up on this counter and fuck you right here -" He moves his hand up your skirt, gripping your ass in his big hands. "- You want that don't you? Tell me." His teeth graze the skin on your neck, making your head hang back loosely. You want it so bad, all your tension melts away as your muscles relax in his arms.

"We've got all weekend Chris, we can't do this here. It's too risky." You sigh, carefully wrapping your arms around his neck and listening for any sign of Liam.

"Fuck I know but it's so hard being here with you and not being able to fucking touch you." He moves away from you, running his hand though his hair in frustration.

"I told you how hard it'd be." You say.

"How hard what would be?" Liam asks breathlessly. Fuck. You hadn't heard him coming back, how much more had he heard? 

You're lost for words, completely frozen in shock. If he hadn't heard or seen anything it was still way too close for your liking.

"To shoot this ball of foil into that bin from all the way over here." Chris replies hastily, you're incredibly impressed with his quick thinking.

"Let me have a go then." Liam says, taking the foil from Chris. Typical competive brothers. Chris turns to you and winks devilishly, you're perfectly aware of how desirable he looks but you try to push that thought aside. You can't be thinking about that, the things he had just been saying and the thrill of almost being caught, all at once. 

"My turn." You say raising your eyebrows at them both as you swing your hips, confidently over to the fridge. Chris bites his lip as he watches you walk over. "Watch and learn boys." This is quite possibly the strangest situation you've ever been in but you might as well make the most of it.

You shoot your shot and land the foil ball straight into the bin. Turning around and bowing, you're wide eyed when you straighten back up. They both moved towards you as if they were going to kiss you, luckily Chris stopped himself in time.

"Only you could've landed that shot." Liam says, picking you up in his arms, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around him while he kisses your lips deeply. 

You risk a glance at Chris over Liam's shoulder and he's seething with anger, you can see it written all over his face. 

"I'm gunna go outside for some air." Chris announces blankly while Liam sets you back on the ground, a look of concern on his face.

"You alright bro?" Liam asks with no reply from Chris as he walks out of the door.

You get on with the cleaning up, distracting yourself and hoping Liam hadn't noticed Chris' reaction. You can sense Liam behind you, stood on the spot thinking. He's working it out, he's putting together all the pieces and finally working it out.

"I've worked out what's wrong with Chris." He comes up behind you, emptying the plates into the trash. Fuck, here we go.

"What do you mean?" You ask gently, not really wanting to hear his conclusion.

"You know, the reason why he's been moping about all the time." You don't turn around, you just listen, hiding your face and any reaction you're showing. "Well he's quite obviously jealous of us." He adds. There we go, he's worked it out or he's definitely worked out Chris' part in it all.

You felt your stomach drop, Chris was so obvious it wouldn't take a genius to see something was wrong.

"What makes you say that?" You press, carefully. Your back still turned to Liam while you clean the surfaces.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice how he just acted when I kissed you." Of course you noticed, you just hoped Liam hadn't. It won't be long until he puts all the pieces together and figures this all out, if he hasn't already. You pour the last of the bottle of wine into your glass, gulping it greedily. Lord knows you're going to need it.

"He needs a girlfriend, can't you fix him up with one of your friends?" You can't describe the relief you feel right now and a small twang of jealousy at the thought of Chris with one of your friends.

"I'm sure your brother isn't short of admirers Liam, he doesn't need me to fix him up" Your tone of voice was a little too short. Pull it together.

"I suppose you're right but he doesn't have the best taste in women does he?" You can feel your cheeks burning, you're fighting the urge to defend yourself. Telling Liam his brother had the same taste in women when it came to you, wouldn't go down quite so well would it? 

"I'm seeing someone actually Liam." Chris says, overhearing your conversation as he came back in after finally composing himself.

"Oh really? You never said." Liam asks curiously.

"Yeah, we're keeping it to ourselves for now... Until she tells her boyfriend." What the actual fuck? You can't believe he's just said that, he looks at you defiantly, completely over this whole thing.

Liam nearly spat his drink out and you're sure your cheeks are beetroot red, you don't have a clue what to do in this situation. 

"Is she married? Do I know her?" Liam questions further. You're hoping and praying he stops with the questions, Chris is ready and willing to come clean, you can tell by his expression.

"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

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Chapter 9 - say cheese!!

Jack Grealish x Female character

@rosiegrealish I hope your heart is ok ❤️😂

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Ellie took a picture of her self to post online seen as she couldn't post her and Jack.

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The car ride the the restaurant was fairly quiet although Jacks hand never left Ellie's thigh, his fingers traced small circles on her leg, it felt soothing and calming, as she was starting to panic about meeting his friends and their partners, Jack sensed her tension, "Ellie, it will be fine, they'll love you, just relax, we'll have an amazing night, I promise", Ellie leaned into Jack, really appreciating his support.

Finally the car pulled up outside a very posh restaurant, luckily there were no press outside, they must not have heard Jack and his friends would be here tonight, Jack opened the door and stepped out of the car waiting for Ellie, he took her hand and helped her out the car as he flashed her his flirty smile.

Once Ellie was out of the car the two walked into the restaurant, Jack went first knowing that Ellie would be too shy to go first.

"JACKY BOY!!", The two heard bellow through the restaurant, Jack let out a hearty laugh before looking down at Ellie, "that's John McGinn", Ellie smiled up at him, she felt like she was in above her head!.

A few seconds later the two walked around the corner, to the back of the restaurant where Jacks friends were all sat, there were around 20 people at the tables, Ellie's nerves began to take over but Jack was on it, he knew how full oh his friends could be and that matched with how nervous Ellie was, it wasn't a good mixture.

John stood up and hugged Jack, "Alright boy! About time where you been!", then his eyes met Ellie's, "ah right I see where you've been!, Keeping this beauty away, hello darling, my names John, pretty much our Jacky boys keeper", Ellie smiled at John, "yeah he needs someone looking after him", she told him, "well at least he has you now" John replied as Ellie felt Jacks grip on her hip tighten, "come sit down and meet everyone else. Iv kept you two long enough" John told them as they walked to the tables.

Jack introduced Ellie to one of his closest friends Tyrone Mings, "it's lovey to meet you Ellie, Jack has talked about you none stop, literally I feel like if know you forever with everything he's said about", Ellie covered her face and laughed feeling a little shy, "alright Ty! Your suppose to be helping me look cool", the pair laughed as Tyrone turned to talk to somebody else, Ellie leaned into Jacks shoulder, "it's cute that you've talked about me to you friends", Jack brushed the hair from her face and smiled, "yeah?, have you talked to Jessica about me?", Ellie gave him a little laugh, "uh yeah, none stop" she laughed again as Jack kissed the top of her head.

The rest of the evening went really well, Ellie got talking to some of the other girls, "Hey El, we're going to the ladies you coming?" Leon Baily's partner, Stephanie said as she held her hand out for Ellie, she politely accepted as she felt Jacks had slide from off her thigh.

Once in the ladies room the other girls did what they had to as Stephanie stood next to Ellie, "you seen so good for him", Ellie smiled at her before saying, "aww thank you but it's nothing serious at the minute we're just friends", Stephanie shook her head and smiled, "not for Jack, iv seen him bring nobody's out before and iv seen him down on a night out because he wants that somebody, this is neither of them, how he looks at you is just the cutest thing iv ever seen, what makes you say its nothing serious?" Stephanie asked, Ellie could feel herself getting hot, she didn't do interrogations especially about her and Jacks relationship when she didn't know what it was or what she should say, "we've just spoken about how we feel and decided on taking it slow so yeah, nothing major", Ellie smiled before leaning in the mirror to play with her hair, "ok babe, he's spoken to me before about the woman he wants and El, it sounds just like you, anyway I'm all team Jellie!" The group of girls laughed before returning to the boys.

Ellie looked at Jack as she walked back to the table, he was talking to Ty, he was laughing and had a huge playful smile on his face, but as soon as his eyes locked with hers she noticed the look that Steph was talking about, he had a small genuine smile on his face, and she knew how silly it sounded but his eyes had a glimmer to them, she squeezed back into the seat next to him and his arm instantly fell behind her landing on her hip as he pulled her closer, "everything good, you look flush", Ellie smiled at him, it was cute how he noticed every small change in her appearance, "yeah I'm good, the  girls were quizzing me on what we were", he rolled his eyes, 'Steph' he thought, "no it's not bad I just got flustered, I didn't know what to say, I mean we don't have even know what this is, let alone tell people what it is, but Steph has totally shipped us, we're Jellie now", Jack let out a hearty laugh before looking at a smiling Steph, "Jellie? Really", she didn't say anything back, just replying with a small smile and blowing kisses to then couple.

The night carried on into the early hours with the group heading to a bar, they had all had plenty to drink, Leon had taken Steph home as she had a little too much to drink, Ty had pulled some random and was sat in a booth necking with her, Ellie had one last sip of her drink before pulling Jack up by his hand, "come dance with me, Grealish", he did as he was told snd followed Ellie to the dance floor, she began shaking her hips to the beat of the music, Jack snaked his hands around her hips from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, "tonight has been amazing El, thank you", he whispered into her ear, She smiled at his cuteness, "it really has, I wish it didn't have to end" she told him, Jack spun her around so he was facing him, "who says it has to?", he questioned.

They danced until the song finished, then Jack suggested they head back to his, Ellie agreed to the idea and followed him outside.

As they were walking to the car Jack threw his arm over Ellie's shoulder and pulled her closer, the two looked into each other's eyes when Jack pulled Ellie closer and locked their lips, after a few seconds Ellie pulled away to get her breath back, she was about to speak but Jack beat her to it, "I can't get enough of you Ellie Lowe", Ellie was in shock at his comment, part of her knew it was the drink but deep down she wanted to believe things would be the same in the morning.

She was snapped from her thoughts when she saw a bright light in front of her flashing, 'was it police? An ambulance' Ellie thought, then she realised, 'oh shit! Paparazzi!'..........

[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

📱 Found Phone: Larry x reader

I decided to do a lost phone au rather than switched phones au, this just was easier to write and came out way better imo. Hope you like it still. And it is gender neutral♡

My favorite band blared in my ears as the city bus drove down the road. It pulled up to one of the stops collecting two new passengars. The look of these two caught my eye. They both looked like they were my age, one a short blue haired boy wearing a prosthetic face and pigtails, the other a handsome tall guy with long brown hair.

I couldn't help but admire them on the bus ride. The brunette briefly caught my glance smiling at me, I smiled back looking away with a blush. Not too long after they had gotten off at a stop and they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared. I turned my attention to the new song that was playing until we pulled up to my stop. I jumped up and on my way off the bus I noticed a phone sitting in the spot where the brunette had been sitting. Looking around I grabbed the phone before shuffling off the bus.

When I made my way into the cafe my friend Alexis was waiting. I took a seat across from her a smile on my face. The waiter came over taking our orders as I anxiously waited to tell her about the mystery guy and his phone.

"Kay dude what's with the smile?"

"I just met the cutest guy on the bus! Ok well really didnt meet but saw."

"That's great babes. Did you get his number?"

"Well no but he left his phone."

"Dude! Why didnt you turn it into the bus driver?"

"What if, um, if he calls his own cell phone to find out who found it and I answer and we start talking and we fell in love. I mean wouldn't that be a great story? Kind of like a fairy tale for the digital age!"

"Yeah… That does sound great. What if he already has a (boyfriend/girlfriend/partner) and they call helping him look for it?"

"Well then I guess I'll just let them know to come pick it up."

"Ok sounds like a good plan. Before you start picking out wedding China why dont you look through the phone see what hes into first? For all you know he could be a total creep."

"Good idea! This is why we're friends."

I moved over next to her in the booth. It wasn't the latest phone but wasn't the oldest either. It had a crack on the corner but besides that looked in good shape. Luckily he didnt have a password set and we were able to get right into his phone. The lockscreen was a band logo for Sanitys fall and the wallpaper was a photo of him with a group including the blue haired guy from earlier. "Think he's dating the blue haired guy?" I asked observing the photo. "Nah look at the way that guys looking at the chick in purple. They're probably a thing." She suggested.

We opened his gallery next noticing it was full of more photos of the group including some where the blue haired guy and the girl in purple were acting very couple like. "Think this is his mom? Shes pretty." Alexis asked zooming in on the woman. "They do look exactly alike I bet so." I said with a nod. "I dont see any of his dad in here though. She also noticed. We switched albums seeing one labelled art, it was full of pictures of pages from sketch books to full on canvases all of beautiful artwork. "Damn he's pretty good dude!" Ehe exclaimed admiring a portrait of the woman we assumed was his mother. "Hes really talented!" I agreed shocked.

"Let's see who he texts most that will tell us who to call to get him his phone back and get you a date." Alexis suggested. I opened up his messages seeing the name Sally Face up top followed by mom. "Sally is a chick's names what if (she's his girlfriend already/he isnt into guys)?" I asked nervous. She put a comforting hand on my back clicking into the Sally Face convention. We scrolled through quickly realizing Sally was a nickname for a guy names Sal, the one from the bus. "Ok you've found no sound of him dating someone. Call Sal and tell him you found this Larry guys phone and you two need to meetup to get it back to him." Alexis said grinning like a Cheshire cat." I nodded taking a deep breath before pressing call. It rang for a few minutes before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi is this Sal? I found your friends phone on the bus. You were the last person he contacted so."

"Oh great someone found it! Hey Larry come here. "

"Hello? Sal tells me you found my phone."

"Hey yeah you left it on the bus. Is there somewhere we could meet up so I could return it to you?"

"That'd be awesome dude. Can you meet me at Addison Apartments? If not the lake or a restaurant in town would be fine."

"The apartments work. What apartment?"

"Just go out back theres a treehouse there say 6 tonight?"

"Ok see you then. Bye!"

"Bye!"

I hung up the phone smiling at Alexis. She high fived me smiling back. "Ok we're going shopping after this. I'm so excited!" She cheered clapping her hands. "Calm down we still dont know that he'll have any interest in me." I laughed. "Psh unless he's a blind idiot he won't! Now finish eating we have work to do!" She commanded sipping her drink. When we finished our food and paid ahe practically dragged me to the clothing stores near by. After about two hours of shopping I was dressed and looked super hot. At 6 she drove me to the apartments.

"You look great! Now go get your prince charming!" She cheered again. I rolled my eyes hugging her before making my way to the back of the apartments. Sure enough there was a big tree with a handmade treehouse nestled in its branches securely. Sanitys Fall could be heard playing from the top, this was definitely the right place. I climbed up the ladder seeing him sitting in a bean bag chair.

He looked up from his sketch book smiling. "Hey I assume you're the one who found my cell phone huh?" He asked setting his stuff to the side standing up. "Yep that was me." I beamed pulling his phone from my pocket handing it to him. "You're a life saver my dude. I'm Larry but I'm sure you saw that in the phone somewhere." He smiled extending his hand. I shook it smiling. "(Y/n). I'm just glad I found you." I smiled my cheeks probably getting red. "I'm lucky such a cute person found my phone." He winked making me blush more.

The two of us spent hours talking in his treehouse before his mom called him for dinner. When she noticed me she told him to invite me in for dinner as well. It was a lovely meal and I got to know them both pretty well. Larry and I practically kept flirting and had so much in common it was crazy. When he walked me out that night he handed me his phone again. "Put your number in this time cutie." He said with a wink. And that was just the beginning of our long happy relationship.

~Lex💛

[frustratedcastingdirector]

The Times (UK) 10/16/2003

Alex O'Connell goes weak-kneed in the presence of Mark Ruffalo, the anti Hollywood star of In the Cut If there was such a thing as a textbook outsider, Mark Ruffalo would be one. Like Dostoevsky's Raskolnikov, Rilke's Malte Laurids Brigge and, well, Buffy, he is in a netherworld all of his own. Metaphorically speaking, Ruffalo sits on a park bench in the middle of an LA traffic island staring into the smog while most of Tinseltown is vrooming down the highways talking about their Japanese advertising campaigns and what happens if you smoke right after Pilates while on the Atkins. We meet in a hotel in Park Lane, in a suite which has more chintz than a Chelsea draper's. Still, Ruffalo cuts through the frills and fancy, like a pair of industrial shears. To be frank, the furnishings don't get a look-in. His face is soft and crumpled like a baby boxer, his hair is a pile of Italianate curls tousled to unstyled perfection, his eyes are the same lazy, deep brown as his pinstripes. On the soulless hotel interview circuit, Ruffalo is as refreshing as the cold shower I should be having. He doesn't try, he hasn't rehearsed answers, he doesn't care if he says something that might make his agent twitch. Give the man a part in one of the films of the year! (Oh, he's already got one.) A respected theatre actor and director in America but relatively unknown here, barring a star role in the playwright Kenneth Lonergan's film debut You Can Count on Me (2000), Ruffalo is about to ease into the mainstream. The Wisconsin boy has two movies out in the next few months, both in The Times bfi London Film Festival. The first, My Life Without Me, is a drama about a woman with a terminal illness, in which he stars alongside the Canadian actress Sarah Polley. The second, and the biggie, is Jane Campion's cop thriller, In the Cut, the festival's Opening Night Gala. Adapted from the novel by Susanna Moore, the film features Ruffalo as Malloy, a hard nut homicide detective who begins an affair with Frannie, an ethereal New York academic (Meg Ryan). While Malloy is out chasing killers, she's sticking Post-it Notes scrawled with her favourite words on the wall. Ryan is good. Ruffalo is even better as the cop whose incestuous cityscape consists of dives, crime scenes and the odd sweaty mattress. At 35, Ruffalo has taken long enough to get where he is. Partly it was bad luck, he says. Three years ago he was diagnosed with a brain tumour after he finished filming The Last Castle with Robert Redford. "It naturally slowed everything down," he says, in his old-world drawl. "It was taken out immediately and it was benign, but it was a year of being out of work and reassessing. When you're young and you start getting on as the 'hot new thing', you can lose sight of what you are doing it for, and I was starting to get a little disappointed with acting. It made me reassess. Also, they go in there and tinker and you feel like you'll never be the same and, quite frankly, I didn't know if I still had my talent after that." The script for In the Cut arrived eight months after his illness. Campion asked him to lunch and she gave him the good news between courses. Initially, he was concerned about how to make what could easily have been "just another cop role" his own. "We've seen this a thousand times, more, probably," he says, "and it's been done very well by many people." Eventually he located his point of real interest. "There is some part of Malloy that wants more from his class than just where he is at in life. There is some curiosity for fineness and beauty." Research involved trailing Manhattan's cop bars and knocking back whiskey with the guys. "It took a lot of bourbon and cigarettes to get to the point where people were actually being truthful." One of the most talked about elements in the film is the nude sex scene between him and Ryan, her first in a long career. It's erotic and integral. But, boy, wasn't that, well, a pressure? "It was never comfortable," he says, shifting in his chair. "When we had known each other for three months, it was still uncomfortable, people standing around all the time...I'm married ... "I mean, I was really nervous," he laughs, "and when you're nervous it's hard to affect, erm, confidence." Did you have a thing that you did? "A technique? Well, Jane gave me The Woman's Orgasm and a bunch of books and videotapes. At one point she tried to give me an anatomy lesson on the vagina, which frankly brings up all kinds of defensive feelings in a man: 'I know what I'm doing! Why are you telling me that? Let me show you!' And that was funny, seeing myself react like that." Did he read them? "Yes, I did read them. I definitely learnt." He admits that the film's unbalanced relationship dynamic (cop/academic) probably would not work in real life. Luckily Ruffalo has no such personal concerns, as he is married to an actress, Sunrise Coigney. It's fairytale stuff: he saw her in the street, knew she was The One, and had to figure out how to meet her. She has a small part in In the Cut. Ruffalo is unusual in that he is a Hollywood actor with a very definite life outside Hollywood. It has a lot to do with his background in theatre. After moving to San Diego at 13 he uprooted to LA at 18 to study at the Stella Adler theatre school. His big break was in Betrayed by Everyone, a chunk of This is Our Youth which was made into a one-act play at a festival in LA in 1995. There began his great friendship with its writer, Kenneth Lonergan, who later invited him to audition for This is Our Youth, his play about indulged youth in the 1980s. "Since then we've been close friends," Ruffalo says. "We were both struggling in the theatre and then we both did the film You Can Count on Me and it launched our careers." These days he runs an LA theatre company, Page 97, and has written a play and a film of his own. In fact he even turned down a bunch of big studio films, including a part in The Core, because, well, it just didn't suit. And of his considerable freezer of turkeys (he's been in 28 movies, most of them poor to dreadful) he is charmingly self-mocking. Houdini -the biopic? "That is good compared to some of them," he laughs. "I don't network, I see it as kind of crass. There is just this cliquey scene in LA. I don't think that casting directors ever discover anybody, they are just told about somebody by somebody else. I'm sure there are 1,000 people like me out there who have worked really hard and done the plays and the work that really counts, but there is a lot of hyperbole in LA and the focus is in getting to places where you can be seen and get 'famous' and then all the work follows." In fact recently he's even been working on a novel, called Him, which sounds like self-parody or The Outsider Pt 2. "It's about a man who doesn't fit into the modern world," he says with a smirk. Stage, screen, plays, novels, what's it going to be? Unless he makes his mind up, doesn't he risk turning into Ethan Hawke? He sighs, a deep Ruffalo sigh. "They're gonna throw dirt on you at the end of this game, man," he says. "And I don't think you can be too careful at the cost of your life. At the end what do you have but the life you lived?" Quite. CV: MARK RUFFALO AMERICAN HISTORY Born in Wisconsin in Nov, 1967. He moved to San Diego at 18, then to LA where he studied at Stella Adler. NEW BEST FRIEND Playwright Kenneth Lonergan. Ruffalo was in This is Our Youth. MY FAVOURITE WIFE Actress Sunrise Coigney, whom he fell for in the street. UNBEARABLE LIKENESS OF BEING Compared to Marlon Brando and James Dean -"But he had no work ethic," says Ruffalo of the latter. TOPSY TURKEYS Windtalkers (2002); A Fish in the Bathtub (1999); There Goes My Baby (1994).

Article corrections: Ruffalo’s family moved to Virginia Beach, VA when he was 13;Lonergan did not invite Ruffalo to audition for “This is Our Youth,” Ruffalo had to nag him into letting him audition for it; The LA theatre company is called Page 93 not 97; and it was Marlon Brando with no work ethic.