#because again. realistically. it's been two weeks tomorrow since he started flirting.

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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 9

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 9

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language.

Words: ~2000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8

Part 9

The smile on your face was stiff and insincere as Marcus Boyd walked you back to your car. As much as you loathed the asshole, you needed him and that meant paying him a personal visit in his home in Connecticut. He was a very successful defense lawyer, on his way to becoming a managing partner in a prestigious New York law firm in a few years. Because of his career, he had access to many seedy characters which is what you were here to leverage. You needed an unregistered gun, and he had connections who could provide you one. If that meant putting up with him for an hour, you were willing to do it.

“Y/N,” he said with a slick smile, standing next to you as you unlocked your car door. “It was wonderful to see you again.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you replied. “It never is. But we do what we have to, right?”

His eyes narrowed, shifting to something menacing. “I forgot how tactless you can be.”

You gave him a mocking smile. “Here’s hoping you won’t have to see me again soon.”

“Next time you need something, don’t come to me,” he warned.

“Same goes for you.” You leveled him with a cold look. “When can I expect a call?”

“A few days.”

“Fine.” You got into your car and shut the door, feeling relieved at no longer being around the slimy bastard.

Marcus was someone you met at college in your first year. He was a rich entitled sophomore, about to flunk out. You were good at hacking into things, and had managed to get your hands on a few exams Marcus desperately needed to pass. That was the beginning of your partnership with him. You helped him graduate and he paid you a lot of money in return. Thanks to him and his friends, you were able to get your degree with minimal student loans. Although the two of you despised each other, the threat of mutual destruction meant you trusted him to keep your search for a registered gun to himself and he trusted you not to spill his secrets.

You started driving back into the city, your mind focused on the road ahead when your phone pinged. You glanced down. An unknown number was calling you. If it was like the other anonymous calls you received, they would call you a fucking bitch as soon as you picked up and hang up on you. You had no doubt that it was Adam calling, considering the calls started after he was released, which only proved how unhinged he was. A smarter man would have been on his best behaviour when out on bail but he was so filled with rage he didn’t even bother to temper his actions. You had already reached out to the prosecutor and informed them of the calls, but you doubted it would lead to anything. Most likely Adam was using disposable phones, which meant there was no direct proof he was the one making the calls. You were scared, of course you were, which was why you’d reached out to Marcus even though you didn’t like the prick. It’s not like you could rely on Trevor, the bodyguard Roger had assigned to keep you safe. He was lazy and not very bright, and even if he was good at what he did Valiant wouldn’t be paying for your protection indefinitely. All of that meant you had to take this matter into your own hands. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was the only way for you to feel safe again.

Your thoughts turned to Billy, something you actively tried to avoid, but there wasn’t anything else to distract your mind away from him. It had been a week since you blocked him, and as much as you hated to admit it, you missed him. He’d been a part of your life for almost a year and you really enjoyed his company before things got messy between you two. If you hadn’t developed feelings for him and then caught him on a date with Dinah Madani, you guys would probably still be sleeping together – but you did, and seeing him with someone like her made it crystal clear his lack of feelings for you. The truth hurt like hell, but you’d get over it. You were a realist after all. You knew he was out of your league and there was nothing you could do to make Billy want you.

The speaker on your car piped up with a message notification. It was a text from Davina, reminding you of the girls night out planned for tomorrow night. It was a mutual friend’s birthday and the plan was for all of you to go to a new club that recently opened. You were looking forward to it, mostly as it would keep your mind off Adam but also because you were hoping to go out and meet someone new. No doubt Billy had already found someone else to fill your spot on his weekly rotation but you weren’t built like him and needed time to process your lingering feelings. You still weren’t over him, but you were ready to move on.

Now you just needed to get back home and come up with a reason as to how you lost your bodyguard in case Roger asked. Somehow, though, you doubted Trevor would willingly tell Roger about you disappearing for a few hours so you weren’t too worried. No one knew about your connection with Marcus and you intended to keep it that way.

***

The next evening you, Davina, and a few others were at Pravda, a new club downtown, to celebrate your friend Kiran’s birthday. You were wearing a low-cut black jumpsuit paired with silver stilettos, while your lips were painted maroon. Choosing to keep focus on the lips, you had ensured the rest of your make-up was light and dewy which went well with your straightened hair. It had taken a lot of double-sided tape to make sure your breasts were in check in your outfit but it was worth the effort. You felt like a proper goddess tonight, surrounded by your beautiful friends at a private table in the VIP lounge.

An hour later you were buzzed, giggling and laughing as you and a few others headed back to the private booth from the dance floor. After dancing up a storm, you guys were all parched and desperate for a drink. Davina was holding your hand as she led you through the crowds but you knew something was wrong when she stopped unexpectedly. You thought you heard her swear but you couldn’t be sure due to the loud music.

“What’s-” The words died in your mouth when you realized what Davina was staring at. Billy fucking Russo, sitting at your table, chatting it up with Kiran who was sitting next to him. The moment you saw them, you felt red-hot anger flood over you. While Kiran was a good friend, she wasn’t someone you confided in. She had no idea you’d been sleeping with Billy so you didn’t blame her for flirting with him. But Billy, god you hated him! There was no way his showing up at the same club as you was a co-incidence, which meant he was purposely here to flirt with your friends. To hurt you.

“Want to leave?” Davina asked, looking at you with concern.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied in a clipped tone.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s here because he wants to piss me off.”

“I thought you said he was cool about the break-up.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Thought he was.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

You didn’t answer, instead taking the lead to walk past her. You returned to your seat across from where he and Kiran were sitting. Davina came to sit beside you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as his molten eyes trailed down to your breasts, lingering on you. Dressed in a simple grey t-shirt, designer no doubt, and a pair of black trousers and open leather jacket, he looked absolutely beautiful with his perfectly styled hair and trimmed beard.

“Hey guys, this is Billy,” Kiran greeted, eyeing him appreciatively. “He ordered us more champagne. Isn’t that so nice of him?”

On the table in front of you was an expensive bottle, chilling in ice. You quirked your eyebrow. Apparently Billy was in the mood to splurge on your friends. “That’s nice of him,” you remarked noncommittally.

“Billy, this is Davina and Y/N,” Kiran said.

His eyes were locked with yours, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, I know Y/N very well.”

Kiran turned to look at you. “You do?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Through work.”

Billy leaned forward, his smoldering gaze holding you hostage. “Y/N and I are very good friends.”

“Acquaintances,” you corrected.

As if sensing the tension in the air, Kiran pulled away from Billy. Meanwhile, he picked up the bottle of champagne and started pouring the liquid in the empty glasses in front of him. “You’re giving Kiran the wrong idea about us, Y/N. She might think you don’t like me very much.”

“She’d be right,” you snarked, ignoring the glass of champagne he held out for you.

“I’ll take that,” Davina replied, snatching the glass from his hands.

Your friends were suddenly talking all at once but all you could focus on was Billy’s heated gaze on you. With every second that passed his eyes on you seemed to grow more wanton and lustful, and desire coursed through your blood at how he looked at you. You wanted him so badly you cold feel yourself getting wet, and you realized you needed to get out of there right away.

“I’m going to get a drink,” you whispered in Davina’s ear, making sure Billy didn’t hear you.

“Want me to come with you?”

“No. I’ll be fine.” You stood up quickly and made your way out of there, keenly aware of Billy’s eyes boring into your back.

Few minutes later you were sitting at one of the corner bar downstairs. This floor had a different ambience than the club upstairs, which you appreciated. The music wasn’t as loud and you found yourself enjoying the lounge vibe. It wasn’t long before someone crept up next to you at the bar and you turned to find a familiar face smiling back at you.

His name was Avi and you’d run into him a few times at the conferences you’d gone to. Broad-shouldered and husky, you’d always found him attractive in an adorable way.

“You just look…” he gave you a shy smile. “Wow.”

Seeing his reaction to you, you smiled. “Thank you.”

“I’ve always wanted to approach you but I didn’t want to come across as a creep, you know?” he explained. “You can also be very intimidating.”

That made you laugh. “I doubt that.”

As Avi and you continued to talk, you couldn’t help but enjoy how he was gawking at you. You didn’t fit society’s mould for what was considered beautiful, so all of your past flings were a result of the guys getting to know you and finding you hot because of your personality. It was rare when a guy you were attracted to was also into you right away but that seemed to be the case with Avi. You didn’t have to charm or work for him to find you hot. Instead, he was genuinely enamored with how you looked which was refreshing.

His phone rang with a text notification. Scanning through the message, he flashed you an apologetic glance. “Shit. I have to go.”

Disappointed, you pouted your lips. “That’s too bad.”

“Would you want to go out sometime?” he asked shyly.

“I’d like that.” You reached for your phone and scrolled through to the contacts app to add his name before handing the phone to him. “Add your number.”

After you said your goodbyes, you ordered your third gin and tonic and were enjoying your drink at the bar when someone grazed up against you. Seated on a high bar stool, you were expecting Davina to have come looking for you. Instead, you found Billy sidling up to you. He looked pissed off and angrier than you’d ever seen him.  

“Give me your phone,” he barked.

“Go to hell.”

Unexpectedly he gripped your stool and pulled you closer, throwing you off so you were forced to hold on to him for regain your balance. He perched his foot up on the bottom ledge of the stool, closing you in fully. “Unblock me now.”

‘Go fuck yourself.”

His dark eyes seemed to suddenly grow even darker, more monster than human. “Who was that guy you were talking to?”

“My future boyfriend.”

Billy’s lips curved into a sneer. “Not if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Why don’t you go back to flirting with my friend and leave me the fuck alone?”

“She was flirting. I wasn’t.”

“I don’t care. Go sleep with whoever you want, and I’ll do the same.”

Billy simply stared at you for a beat, his jaw clenched. “You’re not fucking anyone else.”

Sitting up straight, you leveled him with a hostile look. “I just met someone who was nice, sweet, and really fucking cute. And he wasn’t an asshole like you. Trust me, I will fuck him. I might even suck him off here tonight if he plays his cards right. And there isn’t a single thing you can do to stop that.”

He dipped his head towards you, leaning in closer so you were the only one who could hear him. His voice may have been flat, but his words were laced with cold fury when he spoke next. “If he touches you, he’s dead. I’ll start with his hands. I’ll break his fingers one by one for daring to touch you. Next I’ll cut off his dick, his balls, other parts of him slowly, carefully, so he feels every inch of the excruciating pain I’ll put him through. I’ll fill him with adrenaline so he doesn’t pass out from the pain. I’ll gouge out his eyes last because he needs to see that I’m the one who turned him into a mutilated lump of flesh. And then maybe, if I’m feeling nice, I might slit his throat to end his suffering.” His eyes never leaving yours, he reached for your drink at the bar and chugged it.

“You’re a fucking psychopath,” you said, your throat suddenly parched. Your heart was beating rapidly, your stomach coiled into knots. Fear should have flooded over you -  it didn’t. Instead, you were aroused.

“No one takes what’s mine.”

“I’m not your fucking possession. You don’t own me.” You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as your emotions – and the walls – started to all swirl together. Like always, just when you thought he might have cared enough to admit he was jealous, he showed his true colours. Billy’s anger had nothing to do with his feelings for you. Rather, it was about his ego. Shit. You felt dizzy, the drinks had started to hit you. “Why don’t you go bother Dinah and her new man? Didn’t you say she was seeing someone else? Go pull your psychopath routine on them.”

He tucked his finger under your chin, lifting your face up to meet his gaze again. The emotions in his eyes played havoc with your senses as he pressed in closer, so close you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

“I don’t care who Dinah dates or fucks.”

The air was thick with tension.  It felt as if there was no one else in the bar but you and Billy, his one hand under your chin, the other pressed against the small of your back. You felt heady and light-headed with anticipation and desire, but you were also angry. Angry that you still wanted him, that he wouldn’t give you space to get over him. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”

His fingers gripped the side of your face, and you exhaled a sharp breath when he grazed your forehead with his. Temples touching, his eyes held you transfixed in place.  “Because you’re mine.” The possessiveness in his voice was unsettling, but it was the way he was staring at you – as if he could see right through to your core – that made your stomach flip-flop. “Mine.” His thumb swiped along your bottom lip, as if marking you as his. “And I’m yours.”

Billy was a player, an asshole, and there was comfort in that because it meant you knew where you stood with him, but now he was defying expectations, crossing the boundaries you’d carefully set for yourself, and you weren’t ready for that. None of that mattered, however, because you were suddenly feeling really, really sick.  “I have to go,” you mumbled. The room was spinning as you tried to jump off the chair but your knees almost gave way. Billy was there to catch you in his arms, holding you up.

“Woah, you okay?”

You pushed him off and ran.

Part 10

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LEAVING MIDORIYA

part one (nsfw) | part two 

tw// mentions of toxic relationships, drinking & mention of a bombing

honestly, if you were given enough time you probably could’ve figured it out on your own — without the assistance of a psychiatrist — but exactly one appointment later, you were left with the disheartening realisation that you weren’t having ‘bad dreams’ and the marks on your body weren’t inflicted by yourself during slumber. eventually, the fact set in that it was your sweet, gentle fiancée who was the cause of all these things. 

this whole time, you were under the impression that you were the problem, that there was a malicious part of you that wanted to paint deku out to be some sort of villain; and now you were finally made aware that a villain is exactly what he is. 

it was a hard conclusion to come to but the initial wave of relief you felt was enough to make you act on it quickly, as the more you waited around and let the fact sink in, the more you doubted whether or not to take action. but reasoning isn’t what you need right now, you just need to get away from him. 

where will you go? you had no idea, but any where away from him is good enough. 

midoriya didn’t even get enough time to try fill your head with even more lies. you came marching into the apartment with the intention of ignoring everything he says and simply pack your stuff so you can leave. no matter how much he screamed, begged or yelled, it was like trying to hold a conversation with a brick wall hence he eventually gave in, leaving you to collect your things in peace as there was clearly no way he was going to get through to you. 

you left without another word — not even a goodbye — and you were sure to sneak your engagement ring out with you. although it made you sick to look at, realistically you might need the cash since as soon as you stepped outside your shared apartment with your shit in bags, you were officially homeless. 

no need to worry though, you had arranged to stay the night at a friend’s house until tomorrow morning, then you could catch the train to your parent’s. from there, you’d stay with them until you manage to find a new apartment within your price range. 

one problem; your friend just texted you saying that they have to retract their offer because their landlord doesn’t allow over two people to sleep in the same dorm, and they already have a roommate. very unfortunate but hey, what can you do? plus, they apologised and offered to pay for your hotel but you reassured them that their money wouldn’t be necessary. 

now sitting outside your old apartment complex, scrolling through your phone looking for the nearest hotel. since both you and deku were well-paid pro-heroes and bought a penthouse in a rather affluent area, it was no surprise that most of the hotels that were reasonably close were from 4-5 stars.

although a 5-star hotel room for one night really wasn’t necessary, the post-breakup adrenaline was telling you otherwise. it also told you that treating yourself to a shopping spree, getting wine drunk at a bar and then shuffling back to the hotel with mcdonald’s take-out was a great idea! 

those emotional discussions you had with complete strangers must’ve really gotten to you because when you opened your front camera to take some pictures, you immediately grimaced at the sight of your mascara staining your cheeks. you were lazing around in the hotel lobby surrounded by name brand gift bags — waiting for your room key — looking like that? how embarrassing. 

quickly wiping away your tears, you put on a pair of designer sunglasses you brought earlier to shield your smudged eye-makeup from the world. not that you cared what anyone in this damn lobby thought of you anyway, you were only going to be here for one night, after that you would never see most of these people again. or at least, that is what you thought.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw flashing lights which prompted you to take out your earbuds but once you did, you instantly regretted it as all you heard was screaming and yelling from the entrance. looking up, you noticed an average-looking guy wearing a skull tank top resembling the fashion sense of a middle schooler, being followed by a mob of screaming fans, paparazzi and gossip channel reporters. 

“dynamight! thank you for everything!”

“you deserve to be number one!” 

“we are here at scene, pro-hero dynamight has just been seen entering what appears to be his five star accommodation, wearing his signature blac--”

the loud noises were suddenly muffled as the doorman shut the entrance behind him, leaving things just as they were, except now there was a muscular blond man encircled by bodyguards staring daggers at you.

in any other situation, you would’ve just tried your best to ignore him but some of that liquid courage was beginning to get to you, so your reaction was to snarl right back at him, yelling across the hall, “take a picture, why don’t ya? it’ll last longer.”

only upon processing your reply did the man finally snap out of his trance and storm up to, being hastily followed by his guards who looked as though they were ready to throw down at any given moment, so of course you cowered back in your seat, apologies waiting on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill until his face was hovering centimetres away from yours. 

your throat ran dry at his unexpected action, your eyes scanning over his chiselled features through the tint of your glasses. in a turn of events, you were now the one speechlessly staring at him. then, a deep chuckle erupted from his throat, causing the shock to show on your expression. 

“i knew i recognised you! you’re stupid deku’s girlfriend- fiancée or whatever; i saw the invite for your wedding in my mail and i just got a look at your face before i threw it away. small world.” the blond continued to laugh, talking to you as if you were an old friend of his despite the fact you’ve never seen him before in your life, “anyway, you like a hot fuckin’ mess. where’s deku?” 

why was he talking to you so casually? and how dare he say that!

“first of all,” you started, peering over your glasses to gaze at his face without the rose tint but to no avail, you still had no idea who this man is. using the soles of your palm, you pushed him away by the shoulders as he was a bit too close for comfort, but that resulted in all his guard looking at you with murderous glints in their eyes. “deku and i broke up--”

“when?” he cut you off

“let me finish.” you glared at him, fixing your sunglasses, “we broke up this morning. secondly, who the fuck are you?”

the man looked like he was ready to burst out laughing once again until he had a visible realisation, “eh, well, we’ve never met before but i’m sure deku has told you about me. if not, you’ve probably seen me in the news; i saved around a thousa--”

“no, i’ve not watched the news for, like, the past six months.” this time, you cut him off with a mischievous smirk which you tried your best to conceal.

“bitch! let me fuckin’ finish!” he barked, then had a sudden change in demeanour as he let out a sigh, momentarily silent as he scanned the surrounding area, “i’m bakugo. kastuki.”

your reply of a blank stare spoke a thousand words.

“y’know, dynamight.”

who?

“the number two hero!”

nothing.

“the one who saved that whole airline from blowing up just a week ago! c’mon, it was all over the fuckin’ news!”

“you look like a hotter version of my old maths teacher. oh, and i’m (y/n) (l/n).” was the only verbal response he was able to get out of you, even after all his explaining.

“why do you i feel like you are sayin’ that just to piss me off?” he muttered to himself through gritted teeth, followed by a sharp inhale which you assumed was an attempt to calm himself down. his carnelian eyes darted around the room, halting once he raised his arm to view his watch. his brows knitted together as he read the time, forming a concentrated look which was short-lived as his face was quick to relax, emphasised by a slight shrug as if to say ‘i’ve got time’, before slumping down on the couch next to you. 

“so why did you and shitty deku break up?”

“i may be a bit tipsy but i’m not just gonna tell that sorta stuff to a complete stranger.” each syllable felt like it had to be forced out one at a time, but you’d rather that than slur you speech as bakugo seemed like the type to poke fun at you for it. 

“i just wanna know how badly he fucked up this time.” bakugo smirked, propping his elbow up on the back of the couch to turn and look at you, “eh, i don’t think we’ll be strangers for long.” 

there was a certain purr in this voice which sent blood rushing to your cheeks as you never expect someone like him to come on so strong. not that you were complaining, i mean, being in his presence during a time like this felt like a gift from god but you weren’t going to let him know that. it’d only add to his already massive ego so you decided to ignore his suggestive behaviour, opting to show disinterest instead, “hm, you think?”

it was almost comical how fast bakugo’s cocky smirk fell into a frown. honestly, he wasn’t used to people that he flirts with rejecting him, considering that he rarely ever makes moves on anyone. so, now what did he do? due to the foreign nature of this situation, bakugo felt as though he was left with no choice but to bargain, since he’s far from a quitter, “oi, what that supposed to mean?”

you shrug.

bakugo clicked his tongue along with a roll of his eyes before he said, “how ‘bout this; i pay for your room tonight and in exchange we can get to know each other tomorrow.”

“i can pay for my own room though.” 

bakugo deadpanned, he honestly thought he had won but apparently not. perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to hit on someone who had just gotten out of a relationship but whatever. “you’re impossible.” he spat, getting up from the couch and marching away, presumably to his room.

he tried to brush off the encounter like it never happened, reassuring himself that he didn’t have to think much of it as he could get with anyone else. plus, you’d probably come crawling back to him, begging to fuck once you get over deku anyway. 

and he was half right.

eventually, you came to the realisation that both you and bakugo have one thing in common — a hatred for deku. and as it turns out, hatred provides a good groundwork for friendship. 

[nerdflash]

Lights, Camera, Action

A/N: It’s been a long time since I wrote anything and posted it here. I’ve been reading some great fanfics since coming back and I’m overwhelmed to even think there was a time, I had people asking me to write things for them. No one asked for this, but I’ve been feeling inspired. I’m thinking of making it a little series so let me know your thoughts and if you want more.

Synopsis: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader. You’ve been working on the set of a new film Tom is in, and the two of you have hit if off and seem to spend a lot of time talking in between takes. Your feelings are beginning to grow for him, but you’re unsure if Tom feels the same way.

Word Count: 1.3k

Mentions: Social media, a mention of being followed and one mention of a sex dream.

PART ONE - On Set Favourites

You’re stood next to your manager Vanessa, who, since you started the job, has treated you like an equal and a friend. 

“So if you could oversee the evening shoot tomorrow and organise any logistics, I would owe you one.” You tilt your head and smile. Vanessa has a second date set up with a guy she’s been sweet on for a while. You can’t possibly say no. Besides, you love your job so much and have worked so hard to get where you are, that you’re willing to put the time in.

“You don’t owe me anything, just promise tell me all the details.” She smiles at you and nods her head, her eyes glancing behind you before meeting your face again.

“Oh I will, besides...Tom’s shooting tomorrow and he’s walking over here right now. Have fun.” You feel your cheeks flush and don’t have time to say anything as Vanessa walks away, a mischievous grin on her face. You turn around and see Tom smile at you.

You can’t help but smile back, it’s hard not to when his whole smile lights up the room. You push a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he reaches you.

“Hey Y/N.” The way he says your name makes your stomach fill with butterflies. Despite being British yourself, his accent is so much cuter than yours.

“Hey Tom...How are you doing?” His eyes soften and he nods his head.

“I’m good...So...Is it true you’re overseeing tomorrow’s shoot?” You nod your head and cross your arms over your chest, a playful tone to your voice.

“That’s right Mr Holland, is there something wrong with that? Because I can speak to Vanessa and change…” He laughs and shakes his head, taking a step closer to you.

“No, no...I just wanted to ask. Besides...You know you’re my favourite.” You blush and roll your eyes.

“You’re just sweetening me up, so I bring you Starbucks aren’t you?” Tom has the good grace to laugh and look mock offended.

“I am not sweetening you up for a coffee!” He pauses a beat and then says “I’m sweetening you up for a muffin too.” You laugh and the two of you walk to the catering table.

“So, any plans for the weekend?”  You pour the two of you a coffee and pass a cup to Tom, shaking your head.

“Honestly. I think after the shoot tomorrow, I’ll just want to stay in bed for a week. But, realistically, I should probably start looking for a new place a bit closer to work.” Tom takes a sip of coffee and eyes you over the cup.

“Room mate still being difficult?” You nodded your head and lean your butt against the table. 

“Yeah, she woke me up 2am last night having an argument with her “boyfriend” then I had to endure them having loud sex till 3am!” Tom sighs and shake his head.

“I’m sorry, listen, I could ask around, see if anyone is looking. Maybe point you in the direction of some areas where you don’t feel so on edge walking from your car.” You’d told Tom about the time some weird guy followed you from your car and loitered about the entrance of your building. It had shaken you up pretty bad and for the rest of the week, Vanessa had called you and stayed on the phone until you’d gotten in your apartment safely.

“Thank you, though nowhere too expensive right? We’re not all blessed with the looks and talent to be in front of the camera.” You nudge him with your elbow and he grins and looks at you.

“You think I have looks?” You laugh shaking your head,  your cheeks flush.

The thing about Tom though, is he’s genuinely this friendly and talkative with everyone, so you know you shouldn’t read too much into the flirty comments. But recently the initial feelings of just finding him really easy to talk to, confide in and laugh with, have changed. You’ve found yourself thinking about him more. When you get home after a long day, you find yourself scrolling through his Instagram and resisting the urge to like all of his photos and videos. You’d even recently had a sex dream about him and the memory suddenly makes your palms sweat.

“Are you ok Y/N? You look a bit flustered.” Tom’s face is etched with concern. You shake your head and take a step back, your hand coming to the walkie talkie fastened to the hip of your jeans.

“Uhh yeah, I just remembered that I have to…” You walk away leaving Tom confused and leaving yourself feeling annoyed at being so hung up on a guy, that is being nothing more than friendly.

- 

You sit back in the chair and stifle a yawn, stretching your arms above your head, you close your eyes and tilt your neck, trying to work out the tension. Tom’s voice pulls you from your reverie.

“I thought you might like this.” You open your eyes slowly as Tom leans forward and places a steaming cup of coffee in front of you. You wrap your fingers around the mug, savouring its warmth and smile softly at Tom.

“Thank you.” He nods and pulls a chair up, sitting down, a cup of coffee in his hand.

“You’re welcome. I figured you needed it, I know I did.” He takes a sip from the cup and sits back in his chair. His eyes looking forward and watching the lighting guys, set up for the next scene. He seems a little, distracted and your brows knot in concern. Leaning forward, you say softly.

“Hey, Tom...Are you ok?” He lets his head fall back as he takes a deep sigh, before slowly looking over at you.

“I just...I just sometimes I wish I was better at all of this.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Tom gestures at the set with his hand and leans forward in his chair.

“I just...Worry, I guess. Like I feel so blessed to have landed Spider-man, but I just worry no one will see past me as Peter Parker, you know? I know I shouldn’t complain, because I know how lucky I am, but I want to be versatile, not just seen as a teenager. I always worry doing projects like this, that I won’t be taken seriously.”

You reach over and tentatively place your hand on Tom’s knee, his eyes fall to your fingers before meeting your eyes. 

“I take you seriously. I know it doesn’t count for much but...Like honestly, I’ve been watching your scenes in this film and I’ve been blown away. When you shot that scene the other day and your character started crying, I had tears in my eyes. You’re so, so good. Both as an actor and a man.” You can’t decipher the way Tom looks at you, because he places his hand on top of yours and you feel as though you’re falling.

“Do you really mean that?” His eyes are big and sincere. You nod your head and smile at him softly. 

“Every single word Mr Holland.” He grins at you and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You savour the feeling of it for a moment, before pulling it away slowly and taking a sip of your coffee.

“Thanks y/n...And what you think does count to me.” The pair of you hold each others gaze for a moment before Tom coughs, his eyes shining playfully.

“So...Still planning to spend your weekend in bed?” You raise your eyebrows at him. 

“Why do you make it sound much more exciting than it will be? But yes, I am...Ooh, apart from one apartment viewing in the afternoon, thanks to one of your contacts.” His face lights up.

“That’s great news...Let me know how you get on.” And before you realise he’s reaching over, grabbing your phone and putting his number in it. He stands up and passes it back.

“Text me.” With that he walks away towards the set and you look down at your phone and see he’s saved his number under “My Favourite” And once again, you find yourself wondering if Tom is just being friendly or flirting.

[allsassnoclass]

OKAYYYY here we go: “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.” mashton!!! steer that mashton ship baby xoxo bella

hm theoretically this would be a fluffy prompt but this is not a fluffy fic. subversion of expectations, baby!

mashton: “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

Michael hasn't shared a room with Ashton in what feels like a very long time.  It's just easier to share with Luke or Calum instead, in the same way that it's easier to hang out with Luke and Calum, or talk to Luke and Calum, or exist in general outside of Ashton's proximity.  At every opportunity, he claims one of the others as his roommate, and typically Aston does the same.

They're both pretending that they don't notice.

It's not that Michael doesn't like Ashton as much as the other two, but it's harder to act normally around him since they almost kissed.

It just... had seemed like the thing to do.  Michael has long since acknowledged the fact that he has a crush, and he can recognize flirting when it happens.  To an extent, they all flirt with each other, but with Ashton it felt different.  Ashton doesn't typically drape himself all over them like the others do, but there have been these little touches that linger longer than should be normal, gentle brushes against Michael's arms or the back of his neck that make the hair on his arms stand on end.  There have been looks, too.  Ashton doesn't zone out while looking at people like Michael does, but that doesn't mean that Michael hasn't felt his eyes on him while they're hanging out.  Sometimes he has looked away by the time Michael turns to face him, but sometimes he catches him.

When he's caught, Ashton maintains eye contact, even if he's blushing.  Sometimes he winks.  Michael almost always looks away first.  That hasn't changed, even though everything else in their relationship now feels stiff and awkward.

Maybe Michael is the only one feeling it.  Maybe Ashton hadn't noticed that he was leaning in, even though it feels like they haven't had a direct conversation since it happened.

It had been late at night, because of course it was.  Michael's best and worst decisions are always made sometime between 2 and 5 in the morning.  Michael had wandered down to the kitchen, hoping for a late night snack and instead finding Ashton sitting on the floor, notebook in front of him.

"Hey," Michael said.  "Why are you up?"

"Thought I had something to say, but it's shit," Ashton said.  "What about you?"

"Dunno," Michael said, opening the fridge, hating everything he saw in there, and closing it again.  In the end, he just got a glass of water and sat next to Ashton.  The silence stretched between them for a bit, but Michael wasn't in a rush to break it.  Silences with Ashton have always been comfortable.

"I just wish I was better at this," Ashton said suddenly.

"What?"

"This whole... music thing."

"What are you talking about?"

Ashton shrugged, then gestured to his notebook, since closed.

"I can't write.  I want to, and I feel like I have stuff to say, but I'm just not good at it.  You'd think that after this long in a band I'd have picked something up."

"Ashton, you helped write our biggest hit to date," Michael said.  "You know, the one that was played on the radio all the time?  That was you."

"That was Jake and you."

"Shut up," Michael said.  "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response, because you're being an idiot.  Stop being so mean to yourself."

Ashton huffed a laugh.

"You're very comforting."

"Yeah, well, someone has to be," Micheal joked, bumping their shoulders together.  "Seriously, though, I can't reason with you when you're like this.  Everyone writes really shit stuff sometimes.  You can't produce too many hits or no one else would ever get any radio time."

"If you say so," Ashton said, but it was lighter than it had been.

"I do say so, and I'm always right, so you have to listen to me."

Ashton snorted, and that's what Michael had been looking for.  It wasn't derisive, it was a release.

"I will just this once, but know that it's against my better judgement," he said.

"Ha, ha."

Ashton had turned to Michael and smiled, just a little.

"I really appreciate you, you know?" he said.  "I know we all joke otherwise a lot, but you're really important to me, Mikey."

Michael swallowed, startled at the sudden change in atmosphere and steadiness of Ashton's gaze.

"I appreciate you, too."

There was that hint of a smile again, and the same weight in Ashton's gaze that appeared so often when he was looking at Michael.

Ashton's eyes had flickered down to his lips.  Michael's heart started beating double time, quick and powerful like one of Ashton's drumbeats.  Ashton swallowed.

Michael still doesn't know what had made him lean in, but he knows that it was the wrong choice.  Ashton had reared back, then immediately scrambled to his feet with a quick excuse about trying to sleep.  That had been weeks ago, right before tour restarted, and now Michael has to figure out how to survive the night in a hotel room with only Ashton for company.

Michael kills as much time outside of the room as possible, dreading having to retire for the night.  He hates Calum and Luke for immediately choosing to room with each other tonight.  He hates Ashton for pulling away and making things weird.  He hates himself for misreading things and leaning in in the first place.

Eventually he has to sleep, but only after a full minute of staring at the door with his key in hand, trying to psych himself up.

Ashton is laying on his bed with the TV on, but he's scrolling on his phone instead of watching.  He glances up immediately, offering Michael a strained smile.

"I'm going to shower," Michael says before Ashton has a chance to open his mouth.  He spends the next half hour in the bathroom, hoping that Ashton isn't insulted by how obvious he's being in his avoidance.

The lights are off when he gets back to the main room, and Michael finds himself relieved and strangely disappointed that Ashton didn't wait up.  He doesn't want to have to talk about what happened, but maybe they could've tiptoed around it in a way that wasn't excruciating.  Just because he doesn't want to talk to Ashton doesn't mean he can't miss him.

He slips under the covers, fully aware of the fact that sleep is not going to come easy tonight.  Ashton shifts in the other bed, lighting all of Michael's nerves on fire, and he feels the anxiety rise in him.

"Michael?" Ashton asks.  Michael considers staying silent, but it's much too soon for him to have fallen asleep and deliberately ignoring Ashton would be cruel, even if this is probably the rejection talk he's been dreading.

"Yeah," he sighs, defeated.

"I wanted to kiss you, too."

What?

Michael turns over, but he can't see anything in the darkness of the room.

"That's what was happening, right?"  Ashton asks.  "You were trying to kiss me?"

"Uh, yeah," Michael says.

"I didn't pull back because I didn't want you to kiss me.  First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.  I've had a massive crush on you this whole time, but I don't think it would be a good idea."

Michael swallows.

"Why not?"

He waits for what feels like forever until Ashton speaks again.

"The band.  If something went wrong, it'd change everything.  This--you, the boys, the music--means everything to me.  I can't risk that."

"I thought you've been trying to be optimistic," Michael says.

"Sometimes you have to be realistic instead."

Michael clenches his jaw and attempts to keep the whirlpool in the back of his throat down.

"I think..." he starts, then has to take a steadying breath, "I think it would've been nicer if you let me keep thinking you didn't like me, instead of telling me you do just to reject me anyway.  And I think you're wrong.  You're not being realistic, you're just being a coward."

"Michael--"

"I don't want to talk to you about this anymore."  He throws back the covers and swings his legs over the side of the bed.  "I'm going to sleep in Luke and Calum's room."

"Mike, wait--"

"Do you think you could change your mind?" he asks.  "Could you agree to give this a chance instead of deciding it'll be a disaster right away, or would I be fighting a loosing battle?"

Ashton is silent.  It's all the answer that he needs.

"I'm going to sleep with Luke and Cal.  See you tomorrow."

He leaves the room without another word, squinting in the jarring light of the hallway.

What the fuck was that?

Michael clenches his fists, then releases.  It does nothing to ease everything swirling inside him, a confusing concoction that he doesn't want to think about or make sense of.

What the fuck?

Luke and Calum's door is right there, but he can't bring himself to knock yet, too much energy thrumming through his veins.  He wants to scream.  He wants to punch something.  He wants to cry.

He wants to break onto the roof, and if he can't find a way to do that he's going to keep walking up and down the stairs until everything threatening to bubble up feels manageable again.

He already got rejected, so theoretically it shouldn't be as bad the second time around, but it is.  The first time Michael felt like he was a fool; now he knows that Ashton doesn't think it'd be worth it, that he would be worth it.

He can't keep standing here.  He forces himself to take one step, then another, and tries to focus on that instead of the tears stinging behind his eyes.

[mylifeinhopeworld]

Heavenly Hell

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.6k this is the longest fic I’ve ever written oof

Pairing: Incubus!Xiumin x reader

Warnings:  sir kink, cumplay, orgasm denial, rough sex and uhhhhh demon magic?

Summary: No matter what you do, your eyes will always be drawn to find an angel in the crowd. Or so you thought. But “angel” might not be a compliment for this man… and he might want to show you why.

The warm light of the bar reflects in your glass, making you focus your attention to the little rays it sends dancing on the ceiling. You had agreed to go out with your friends for a fun Friday night but you were starting to get bored. You didn’t really want to participate in any or the games they started playing at your table, nor did anyone seem to mind your absence. They were far too concentrated in getting the cute guy who had been blatantly flirting with all of them since the beginning of the night to take another shot. Some of them obviously drank too much, but you, fortunately, had been careful enough not to get drunk. The downside of this was that you were now the one to check their drinks and to drive them home at the end of the night. 

“Come on, just a last one! I’m paying for you lovely ladies.”

You rolled your eyes. This guy was getting way too touchy with your friends and you didn’t like it. It felt sketchy. You carefully scruted the glasses he passed along the table, but he didn’t do anything suspicious. 

You only let your guard down when he left, leaving his phone number with a wink to the rest of the girls. As they kept talking about how hot he was, you let your eyes roam around the room. You knew you’d find someone special. You always did. Every time, there was someone who felt different, whether it be a glimpse of sadness in their eyes, a mysterious beauty to them or simply someone who exuded charisma. You loved seeing what made them stand out of the crowd, hoping to be that kind of person in someone else’s eyes too. You had settled for a lovely girl, around your age, who looked like she was the happiest person in the room, but as your eyes darted to the left, you saw him.

He looked like an absolute angel. Well at least that’s what came to your mind first. He was sitting down with a group of guys which you assumed were his friends, but he looked different from them. At his table was the guy who had been previously flirting with your friends, along with another who tried to hit on you the second you walked in the bar. While they looked more like the type you’d describe as “bad boys”, he appeared calm and comforting. There was something in his stance, his way of slowly raising his glass to his smiling lips, that drew you in. Dressed in white, it almost felt like he came from another world. The cute, innocent looking guy that you’ definitely want to talk to if he wasn’t with those troublemakers. 

Just as you got lost in analyzing what exactly in his demeanor clashed with the rest of his friends, he turned to you, realizing you had been looking at him, smiled and winked in your direction. Your cheeks flushed red, which was, fortunately for you, impossible to detect under the orange lighting surrounding your table. Even looking away, you felt his gaze on you, perhaps just as intrigued by you as you were by him. 

“Oh? Did y/n spot a cute guy? That Jongin guy talked about him when he was with us earlier. I think he’s called Minseok. Don’t you prefer someone who looks more…..adventurous maybe?” You shushed your friends and tried to distract their attention from the poor guy, who was now being stared at by 6 pairs of eyes.

“Yeah….I prefer the bad boys too.” 

It was kind of true, but you also liked guys who could be gently and caring. Not just heartbreakers. 

“Well, I’m sorry for you and your prince charming y/n but we have to leave. My roommate just texted me that I have to get back to the appartment. Apparently my cat is sick, she’s wating for me to take him to the vet.”

Right. You were the designated driver of 3 of the girls, the other 3 had agreed to call a taxi to spend the night together at one of their apartments. You sighed before nodding. 

“Do I at least have the time to go to the bathroom before we leave? Or is it too much of an emergency.” you didn’t even care about going home, the night having been extremely long for you since you didn’t drink as much as the others.

“Don’t worry, we’ll wait for you outside.”

With that, you left for the corner of the room furthest from the door. You heard a bit of the guys’ conversation as you walked past them and had to resort to mentally punching the guys you heard speaking about your friend. 

“...she’s so hot! I swear she’ll call me tomorrow night if she’s alone….”

“ Bet! I’m sure she won’t call you until next week Jongin, you’re not that irresistible y’know?”

You only heard a glimpse of Minseok’s answer, but you wished you had been closer to hear him longer. His voice sounded just as sweet as his appearance.

“You already know what I think Baek. She’ll call him every day until he gets bored and moves on to someone else. Like always… I’m sure you guys won’t ever settle for one, you always want more than what you have…”

Finally someone who thought like you. You were happy there was at least one reasonable guy in that group to calm the others down. You shot a small glance back at their table before getting in the empty bathroom. When you got out, the guys were gone and you found yourself almost sad to not be able to see Minseok one last time before going. 

You had crossed half of the busier section of the bar when a small light caught your eye. Even though no one had taken your previous table yet, there was something on it. You didn’t remember seeing it before getting up, so you checked what it was, thinking one of the girls might have forgotten it as they left. It was a tiny coin, or at least it looked like one, but it only had one textured side. The other one was totally smooth and you couldn’t help but rub it with your thumb in your pocket as you stepped outside. You later learned that it didn’t belong to any of your friends, but still decided to keep it.

After dropping all three of your friends home, you drove back to your own apartment, playing some music to keep your mind alert. As soon as you dropped your keys on the counter, you headed right to your bathroom, wanting to shower and go to sleep as soon as possible. 

As you got ready to hop in the hot water, your mind raced back to Minseok. There was something about that guy that made you melt. Everything about him seemed soft and gentle and you found yourself wondering what his lips would feel like on yours. 

Oh my god, what the heck am I thinking? He’s just a random guy at a bar. Why am I thinking about it now?

Just that little thought had been enough to turn you on, really turn you on, for some reason. Still wanting to go to sleep fast, you made yourself cum in the shower and quickly climbed in bed. Somehow, it didn’t satisfy you. It didn’t feel enough. You decided to ignore it and managed to fall asleep pretty quickly.

Waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly unusual to you, but this time it felt weird. Weirdly dream-like. You knew it wasn’t a dream, however, because when you looked at your phone and your watch, they both showed the same time. You learned this trick from a friend, who also had realistic dreams. Time is never constant in a dream. So this wasn’t one, but it definitely felt like it was. Especially when you heard a voice speak to you in the dark.

“So? Did I really have that much of an effect on you, angel?”

You had only heard him speak once, but you could recognize the tone of his voice anywhere. It sounded different though, now slightly lower and sickeningly sweet, like he was mocking you. He spoke the last word with such hatred that it almost scared you. You could see better in the dark by now and the sight before you made you gasp.

He was sitting in the chair next to your bedroom door, one leg lazily draped over one of the armrests and the rest of his body leaning on the other. He now wore a chic black shirt, slightly unbuttoned, a black tie hanging loosely around his neck ripped black jeans. 

He smirked as you looked him up and down, the ache you tried to ignore earlier awakening again, even stronger than before.

“I see you have found my amulet. I was hoping it’d choose you since you’re so...interesting.”

You furrowed your brows, “What do you mean ‘interesting’? Why are you here? How did you even get into my house?”

He got up from the chair, chuckling while he walked toward you.

“I saw the way you looked at me and I knew you were different. The fact that my amulet chose you confirms that. You have a very rich soul y/n. Besides, you called me” Your eyes widened at the mention of your name.

“Wait, I didn’t call you! And how do you know-” He cut you off as he reached the edge of your bed.

“As for why I’m here...that’s an interesting question coming from the girl who moans a stranger’s name in her sleep. You called me and what a fool would I have been if I didn’t immediately come here to help you out.” 

He was so close to you, his face merely inches from yours. You didn’t know what pushed you to close your eyes but you did and he immediately connected his lips to yours. You felt yourself melt in his kiss, as if part of your soul merged with him to make you his. This is so crazy. It couldn’t really be happening, right? I’m dreaming. It’s just a really hot dream. Fuck, why am I getting so turned on by this?

You couldn’t think straight, wanting to feel more of him even if you knew this shouldn’t be happening, if it really was. He deepened the kiss before ghosting his hands on the skin of your sides, under the oversized t-shirt you had gone to sleep in. When you gasped at the sudden contact, he pulled away with a satisfied expression painted on his features. That’s when you saw them. Two little points darting out of his hair.

“You think I'm still as cute as earlier? Hmm? You wanted a bad boy, you'll get even better, precious: a demon.”

Your head fell back as his lips travelled on the skin of your neck. He knew what you wanted: as if reading your mind, he took care of your shirt, exposing your chest to the cold air of the night. 

“There’s a few things you have to know though, precious.” He took one of your nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around it and making your back arch off the bed.

“First, you can call me anytime, I’ll always get to you. Second, I don’t want you to hold back any sounds.” He looked up to you with hungry eyes as you shook your head yes.

As he trailed his kisses down your abdomen, a few whimpers escaped you.

“Good.”

You spoke before he could continue, “Please Minseok, I want to feel you.”

He immediately understood what you mean and took off your pajama shorts along with his clothes.

“That’s Sir for you precious. understood?”

He lined himself with your entrance, not pushing in until he got his answer.

“Yes S-sir, please.”

You didn’t even know why you were fine with this situation, but you knew you’d do anything just to feel him. And you did. You let out a loud moan as he bottomed out inside of you, your hands flying to grip his arms. After a few seconds, he started thrusting in and out of you at an incredibly fast pace. He let out a groan against your neck.

“Third, you never, ever, call me “angel” again. Is that clear?” 

You couldn’t even answer him, too focused on reaching your high to for a clear sentence. His thrusts became even rougher, if that was even possible, and your orgasm crushed over you like a gigantic wave. Not giving you any time to ride your high, he completely stopped and raised your chin so you looked directly into his eyes. 

“I said: is. that. clear.”

You nodded in response and he ground his hips into yours, slowly this time. It felt as if you hadn’t orgasmed a few seconds later, your need just as present as before. 

“You won’t feel satisfied unless I am, precious, and I won’t be unless you answer me with your words.”

You managed to let out a small “yes” in-between a few broken moans and whines, but he didn’t seem to be happy with your answer. Thankfully, you managed to figure out why.

“Y-yes...Sir” At that word, he gave one harsh thrust, which made your eyes roll back in pleasure. “That’s a good girl.”

It surprisingly didn’t take long before his movements became more erratic, but before you could reach your second high with him, he pulled out to cum on your stomach. 

“Whyyy, s-sir, I was so close!” He ran a finger up your slit and watched as you shivered from the feeling.

“Do you want to cum, precious?” You nodded “please sir.”

“But tell me… do you need to cum?” 

He didn’t wait for your answer before pushing back into you with a moan. That’s when you realised the extent of his powers. Every single word, every single sound that came out of his mouth made you want, no, need him even more. You knew you could only cum with him now. Because your need was getting way too intense to even bear. This would be the best orgasm of your whole life and you understood it would make you his. 

As you whimpered a small “please”, he accelerated his movements. He only had to whisper in your ear for you to topple over the edge for the third time that night.

“Cum for me. Now.”

He came with you with a long groan. “Fuck- you’re all mine now, precious.”

After both coming down from your highs, he sighed.

“I have to leave for now. You know how to call me. Keep my amulet safe or you’ll never feel satisfied ever again. Now that you’re mine, no one can make you feel this good.”

Maybe he added something. Maybe not. You didn’t know since you immediately fell back asleep, exhausted. When you woke up the next morning, you first thought it was a -very hot- dream as you were perfectly clean, with no traces of Minseok’s passage to be seen around your room. The only thing that reminded you that this had all been real was the small amulet on your bedside table. 

You had been right from the first second, he was different. Definitely not in the way you thought he would but now wasn’t the time to debate on if it was good or bad. You were now linked to him. Forever.

[pug-bitch]

That’s not why I’m staying (4)

Messes, and a small fire

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and a VERY steamy scene, right at the beginning (I guess I now start every chapter with some people getting it on :D). This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: about 3,700 (Sorry for the absence of a Keep Reading option - I’m on mobile!)

Notes: This picks up where we left off, during Liv and Rashad’s date (pre-boeuf bourguignon), starting with Olivia’s POV. This chapter is slightly shorter than my usual ones, but I needed to have a shorter one to get myself back in the spirit of writing for pleasure. I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for a couple of weeks, my job is taking over, and writing is a big part of it, so opening a Word doc has been quite the scary experience. But I’m doing my best, and I intend to keep writing this series, because it makes me happy :) Thank you for sticking with me!!!

*****

Olivia’s lips find Rashad’s and capture them seamlessly. She feels him lean into her kiss, as he closes his eyes and lets out a quiet moan. Fuck, he’s sexy, she thinks. How had she never noticed before? Now she can’t get enough of him.

‘Fuck, Nevrakis,’ he sighs. ‘You’re so hot.’

She smirks and kisses him again, all the while unbuttoning his shirt. Rashad’s hands run down her spine, giving her chills as they do. They grab her ass firmly, and press her further against him. She can very clearly feel his hard cock under his pants. The mere thought of it makes her wet.

She can’t wait anymore. They had multiple makeout sessions, endless flirting, and a lukewarm sex session. She needs the real him, now, or else…

She grinds him more and more intensely, until they both can’t take it any longer. His right hand leaves her ass to find the spot under her dress, between her thighs, and he gently pulls her already wet panties onto the side. Breathlessly, she follows suit and unzips his pants, and quickly pulls down his boxers, finally freeing his big cock. He moans harder onto her kiss.

She can’t wait anymore. He teases her entrance with the tip of his cock, but she wants more, now.

Once he’s completely inside her, they both let out a low groan.

Finally, she thinks. That’s what she’s talking about.

*****

Liam can’t stop his eyelid from twitching. The collar of his white shirt is hurting his neck, suffocating him. He wishes he could just run away and never look back.

His encounter with Drake this afternoon did him a world of good. Finally someone listened to him, not in a fake way like Madeleine used to, when she was trying to seduce him with her pretend compassion.

He has his best friend back. They can count on each other again.

Madeleine is wearing a pre-bridal outfit — white everything. She looks so angelic, Liam himself has trouble believing that she really is a schemer, just from looking at her. But when he thinks back of their awkward, forced interactions… He shudders. No more thinking.

Leo pats him on the back. The two brothers smile at each other. They had a heart-to-heart earlier, and Leo perfectly understood that Liam can’t ask him to be best man, with the history that he and Madeleine share. It felt good to be supported, even by just two people.

Madeleine holds out her hand for Liam to take. Together, they walk onto the platform, surrounded by reporters and various representatives of the Cordonian press. King Constantine is already on the platform, and Liam can’t help but think that he hasn’t really seen his father in motion for a very, very long time. Can he even walk anymore? In any case, he’s good at concealing. If that’s what being a King means, well, Liam won’t be any good. He can feel the beads of sweat dangling over his brow.

His father gives him a curt nod. It’s time.

He clears his throat. ‘People of Cordonia. It is with great pleasure that I officially announce my engagement to Countess Madeleine of Fydelia.’ He turns to Madeleine and they offer each other their fakest smile. ‘We couldn’t be happier about the news, and we look forward to the upcoming festivities. In four days, this Friday, we will depart for our engagement tour, which will stop in Rome, then Paris, then London, finally culminating in a trip to New York City. With us, we will have the pleasure to welcome our wedding parties. Please, Lady Madeleine,’ he says as he turns to her.

She smiles and says, ‘My maid of honor will be Lady Kiara of Castelsarreillan. In my wedding party, I will be delighted to count my fellow former contestants Lady Penelope of Portavira, Duchess Olivia Nevrakis of Lythikos, Lady Hana Lee, and—‘ she pauses and Liam could swear she let a slight smirk show. ‘Lady Amara Suarez.’

The crowd lets out a slight gasp. Liam hurries with his list. ‘And my best man will be my longtime friend Drake Walker. In my wedding party, I am welcoming my brother, former Prince Leo, Duke Bertrand Beaumont of Ramsford, Lord Maxwell Beaumont of Ramsford, and Lord Rashad Domvallier.’ He takes a long breath. ‘Thank you, dear people of Cordonia, for your well wishes. We both wish you all the happiness we are experiencing ourselves, and to all a good night.’

*****

‘Well, I guess it’s official,’ Drake says as he turns off the TV. ‘We gotta do this thing.’

Hana nods as she takes a sip of her wine. ‘Yep. Just the thought of pretending to be helpful to that bitch is giving me hives.’

Drake has to chuckle at Hana’s swearing - he might never get used to it. ‘And I have to be Liam’s freaking best man. Which, like… it’s fine, of course I want to be there for him, but—‘ He trails off. Amara meets his eye.

‘You’re nervous about being in the spotlight,’ she finishes his sentence. He nods. She continues, rubbing Drake’s hand in support. ‘I know, me too, babe. But think about it. It’s for the best. We’ll be on the frontline, ready to pounce if Madeleine shows her hand in the slightest.’

Maxwell nods. ‘Exactly. We’ll be there for each other, too. Oh and, after these drinks, let’s all write our acknowledgements to Liam and Madeleine. That way, tomorrow, we can go to the cabin without a care in the world.’

Drake smiles earnestly. ‘I can’t wait. We all need it. You’ll see, Mike, it’s as calm as what we’ve seen of the coast today, but even more remote.’

Michael smiles excitedly. ‘I’m excited! I’ll take loads of pictures for Callie, she’s been asking about where we are. She’ll love that.’

Drake looks to Amara, who is smiling quietly, a sneaky tear in her eye. Without saying a word, Drake takes her hand again, and squeezes it. He knows how much she’s missed her niece. How badly she wants to be a part of her life again. Drake can’t help but imagine Amara’s family visiting Cordonia, coming to the cabin, having long dinners on the patio, overlooking nature… He may not have much of a family —it’s broken, it spans over two continents and three countries, it’s riddled with lies and unspoken things— but Amara makes him want to fix things. With her folks, with his… He wants their ducks to be in a row.

‘Guys,’ Maxwell whispers dramatically, ‘has anyone heard from Liv?’

This takes Amara out of her daydream, and she replies, ‘Oh, not at all. Let’s hope she’s too busy to text.’ She performs a theatrical wiggling of her eyebrows.

Hana joins in, ‘Maybe she’s just too tied up at the moment.’

Michael nods, a cheeky smile on his face, ‘Maybe she needs to remain on top of things.’

Maxwell, a proud look on his face, chimes in: ‘Maybe she can’t talk because her mouth is full.’

Everyone looks on in horror, until a collective roaring laughter takes over the silence.

‘Holy shit Max,’ Amara says, crying with laughter, ‘too far, honey!’

Michael wipes off a tear, ‘Jeez Maxwell, we were trying to be subtle over here!’

Maxwell shrugs. ‘I just wanted to be a part of it, guys.’

*****

‘Please Michael, go to bed,’ Maxwell waves him off. ‘You don’t need to do all this.’

Michael continues to carry plates from the living room to the sink. ‘No, I want to help! Drake cooked, Amara made the after-dinner drinks, I want to do my part.’ He pauses and makes a charming face at Maxwell. ‘Please.’

Max sighs. Why must they always meet like this, in the kitchen? All Maxwell has ever done in here is messes, and a small fire once —Bertrand still won’t let him use the oven—, but these days, he finds himself drawn to this space. This is where he puts plates together for his friends. Even though he can’t cook, he loves to entertain, and while he happily leaves the roasting and chopping to Drake, Maxwell loves preparing snacks and apéritif trays.

Not to mention the late-night cleanups. Which Michael always joins in on.

He chuckles and busies himself with the dishes. He told everyone else to go to bed, that he’s got it. Truth is, he was kinda hoping this would happen. People going upstairs to pack for tomorrow’s trip, and, if we’re being realistic, Drake and Amara probably going upstairs to get it on. Bertrand went to bed a while ago, as soon as he came home, and that leaves him here, now.

Dammit, he thinks. Why did the girls have to put these ideas in his head?

Well, once again, if we’re being honest, the ideas were already in there, but Maxwell was simply burying them under piles and piles of insecurity, laced with unwavering friendliness.

Maxwell had never been the one in charge before —no one trusts him with anything usually, see the kitchen fire anecdote—, but ever since Michael turned up, it had been Max’s pleasure to show him around, make sure he’s okay, and, most importantly, help him and Amara fix their relationship.

He knows Amara trusts him, and considers him like a brother, which is of course reciprocal. From the moment he told her about Savannah, and instead of judging him for keeping that secret from Drake, she helped him come clean, he’s known that she is a true friend.

So, if she herself is telling him that she sees something between him and Michael, could there be some truth to it?

‘Hey Max,’ Michael says softly, interrupting his incessant internal questions. ‘Is your brother ok?’

Maxwell smiles. ‘Yeah, Bertrand’s fine. He’s just stressed out. He found out that he’s part of the wedding party and needs to come on the Tour, and he’s like Drake in a way. He doesn’t like the spotlight.’

Michael nods. ‘I see. It’s crazy how different you guys are.’ He pauses. ‘I don’t mean that you love the spotlight or anything, but you’re just more...comfortable. In any situation. It’s really admirable, actually.’

Maxwell chuckles and turns back to his dishwashing so Michael can’t see that he’s blushing. ‘Oh, thanks, but it’s nothing, really.’ He bites his lip, annoyed at himself for not finding the right words. It used to be so effortless between them, why did the girls have to fill his head with stupid fantasies?

But Michael doesn’t seem to mind. He sits at the kitchen island and starts putting cookies back in their tins, slowly, one by one, as if he wanted to drag this moment for longer. ‘I’m serious,’ he adds. ‘It takes a lot of guts, and a lot of adaptability, to be able to navigate any social situation without too much anxiety.’

Maxwell turns around to grab another dirty dish. He meets Michael’s eye. ‘Well thank you, but I don’t think I navigate that well. Plus, I was born into it, I guess, so I have no merit. Amara, on the other hand…’

Michael laughs. ‘Yeah, Amara has always been good with people. She’s analytic, too, you know. She figures people out really quickly.’ He pauses and absentmindedly plays with a cookie. ‘Like with Drake. You said he was basically the broody type, right?’

Max smiles. ‘Yeah. Not much of a social butterfly, our Drake.’

Michael chuckles. ‘Right. But I don’t know, around her, he seems to light up. Around us too, actually, when I went on the tour with him this afternoon, he was all friendly and talkative.’

Max puts down the last dish and put the kettle on, without even thinking about it. ‘Yeah. He and I have known each other forever. His sister is one of my closest friends. But before Amara showed up, I don’t know, he didn’t really open up. His dad died ten years ago and he really closed off afterwards.’ Maxwell stops himself. Shit, he thinks. That was a really sensitive topic to tackle, why did he have to talk about death right now?

Michael gets up and sets up two teacups on the island. Maxwell joins him while the kettle does its thing. ‘Well, Amara had closed off, too, as you know,’ Michael responds. ‘Just punished herself. Became a different person. Look, it’s really simple, I hadn’t seen my Amara for two years. But the minute I came here and saw her with you guys, with Drake, I knew. She’s back.’

Maxwell smiles brightly. ‘That’s really beautiful. I like that idea —they found each other and allowed each other to be open again.’

‘Right. But not just the two of them. Amara loves you, and Hana, and Olivia, and Bertrand, too. This isn’t just about Drake and Amara’s love, although that’s the obvious part. It’s more than that, it’s a group effort. You all support each other in ways I didn’t know were possible for people who’ve only been friends for a few months. It’s quite beautiful.’

Maxwell lets the silence wrap them both up, until the aggressive sound of the kettle draws them from their rêverie.

*****

‘Guys, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!’ Drake yells out from the front door. He’s been ready to go for a while, but Amara is carefully reviewing her bags to make sure she didn’t forget anything. They woke up very early and had a nice breakfast all together—Hana made a frittata—, and now Drake is loading up his Jeep.

‘One second babe,’ Amara responds, ‘Maxwell and Hana are still upstairs.’

Bertrand comes out of his study, and unsnaps his reading glasses. ‘Well, Amara, I wish you a pleasant stay, and I shall see you on Thursday.’

Amara wonders how someone who is under 35 years old has reading glasses that snap in the front. And are tied by a string that goes around his neck. Even her dad wouldn’t wear that. ‘Bertrand,’ she says as she pats his shoulder, ‘are you sure you don’t want to come? We can take two cars, we’d love to have you come with us.’

He blushes. ‘No no, thank you very much for the invitation, Drake insisted too, but I shall get my affairs in order before the tour commences on Thursday. I didn’t expect to be a part of it, you see.’

Amara smiles. ‘If you’re sure. But please, if you change your mind, call us and join us, ok?’

He nods. ‘Will do. Enjoy yourself, please.’

She squeezes his shoulder and heads outside. ‘Drake, relax,’ she says as she rolls her eyes, ‘they’ll be right out.’ She smiles upon seeing Michael outside, already loading his duffle bag into Drake’s Jeep. ‘Well someone else is eager,’ she teases.

Michael smiles, his blue eyes sparkling. ‘I gotta say, this is super exciting. Living in the city doesn’t give you too many opportunities like this one.’ He hops into the backseat.

Amara throws her luggage in the back and settles into the front seat. ‘You know,’ she says to Michael, looking at him in the rearview mirror, ‘you don’t HAVE to live in the city. From what Dad tells me, you have plenty of offers in Philly, you could comfortably live in the suburbs.’

Michael’s smile falters a bit as he nods along. ‘Yeah. I know Callie would love to get closer to Grampie and Grammie. But--’ he interrupts himself and shakes his head. ‘I can’t bring myself to sell the apartment before I find a place that I can really feel at home in. That’s the only home Callie has ever known. I can’t uproot her unless I’m sure.’

Amara nods and stretches her hand towards the backseat, reaching Michael’s knee. ‘You’re right. Sorry. You know best, it’s not my place.’

He grabs her hand. ‘It’s ok. I know it sounds silly, but nothing has clicked yet. Jorge and I visited this beautiful townhouse in Bryn Mawr, which is perfect on paper. I don’t know, it just didn’t work for me, for some reason.’

‘Listen to yourself. To your gut,’ she says. ‘It’ll happen.’

‘Wooooo here we come!’ Maxwell yells out from the front door. ‘Hana, give me your bag!’

He throws both bags in the back and opens the door for Hana, who makes quick eye contact with Amara before saying ‘Oh Max, would you mind getting in the middle? If I’m not near a window I’m gonna get nauseous.’

Amara has to fight the urge to roll her eyes and giggle. Maxwell isn’t wrong --acting must be the one thing Hana sucks at.

‘Sure thing babe,’ Max responds. He gets in right next to Michael, who smiles at him softly.

‘Alright guys,’ Drake says excitedly. ‘Let’s gooooooo!’

*****

‘Father, is everything alright?’ Liam asks, his fingers still rattling the door to ask for permission to enter.

He is met with a faint sound, emanating from his father, who is lying down on his bed, eyes half closed.

He gets closer, his hands shaky. He’s never seen him like this. He knew he had gotten worse, he knew his cancer was terminal, but he didn’t know just how bad it was.

‘Father?’ he asks hesitantly.

‘Li--Liam, you shouldn’t be here, I asked for no one to disturb me today.’ He swallows, but it’s obvious that he’s in pain. ‘Please go.’

Liam gets closer to his father. He feels like crying, but he can’t. Firstly, because it would make his father feel badly. Secondly, because Constantine has never been one to encourage displays of emotion.

‘Father,’ he whispers without making eye contact. ‘Bastien sent for me. He said you told your nurse to leave, and that you refused to take your medicine. Leo and I are concerned. Tell me what happened.’

Constantine rolls his eyes and sits up with tremendous effort. ‘Liam, this is none of your business. If you must know, this medicine is not helping, my pain is unmanageable. Please keep this to yourself, we’re not here for a pity party. The monarchy is strong, don’t let anyone think otherwise.’ He looks his son up and down. ‘How are things with your betrothed?’

Liam feels a pang in his heart. That’s the only thing his father cares about, visibly, and he’s not about to make the situation worse by opening up. ‘Things are fine. I’m hesitant to go on the tour, though, and to leave you alone here.’

Constantine lets a rare smile show on his face. ‘Don’t stay here on my behalf. Go, do your duty. You will come back here after London and attend the Engagement Ball. I’ll be here.’ He nods decisively.

Liam lets out a long sigh. ‘Alright, Father, as you wish.’

*****

‘Welcome, everyone!’ Drake yells out with a smile, as he opens the front door.

Michael takes in the gorgeousness of the scenery, before grabbing his bag from the Jeep. He shouldn’t feel so relaxed and happy without his daughter around, right? But something feels right around here. No stress, obviously, since he has zero responsibilities, and loving, supportive people surrounding him.

A pang of guilt goes through his chest. He should call Callie. Ever since Sergio passed, it’s been the two of them, always together, getting each other through life. Of course, his parents and in-laws are awesome and always around, but at the end of the day, it’s the two of them, the Hansen-Suarezes.

Drake distributes the rooms. Amara stays with him in his original bedroom, Max and Hana share Drake’s younger sister’s, and Michael is allotted the master bedroom.

‘Make yourself at home, Mike,’ Drake says to him softly. ‘I’ll let you get situated, if you need anything, let me know.’

‘Thank you so much,’ Michael replies gratefully. ‘This is amazing. I’ll be down soon, I wanna check in with my daughter really quickly.’

Drake nods. ‘Of course. Amara and I will be downstairs preparing drinks and snacks.’

Michael puts his bag down and opens it. Most of the clothes inside are too formal, too lawyery, but he notices that Maxwell snuck a couple of outfits in there for him. A note is pinned to a pair of jeans.

They suit you better than they suit me. All yours! :)

Michael smiles warmly. Maxwell never ceases to be thoughtful. He’d have to remember to buy him something as a thank you. Drake could help him sneak out and pick something.

He picks up his phone and dials Jorge’s number. His father-in-law’s warm voice picks up.

‘Hi sweetheart. Is everything ok?’

‘Hi Jorge, I’m doing great, how are you?’

‘Great,’ he says, ‘we’re in the countryside at Drake’s cabin for a couple of days.’

‘Wonderful, dear, is Amara ok too?’

Michael smiles. ‘Doing great, Jorge. You can rest assured, she is very happy here.’

Jorge’s voice lights up. ‘That’s so good to hear.’ He pauses. ‘Callie, sweetie, it’s your daddy. Come chat with him for a bit.’

Michael feels himself regenerate as he talks to his daughter. The conversation is short, it basically revolves around how much she loved going to Dilworth Park with Grampie and Grammy, and how fun it was playing in the fountain. Michael hangs up with a light heart.

He was silly to feel like a bad dad, just because he felt relaxed without her. Ever since Callie was born, he has been a reliable and loving father, who managed to maintain as stable a life for Callie as he could, after Sergio’s death. He juggled all the grueling paperwork, the grief, and the parenting duties, making sure she had enough love, hugs, support, tenderness in her life.

If anyone was good at being a widower, it was Michael. It fucking ruined his life, but he handled it like a champ. Stable in the face of adversity. Always even, only letting his feelings overflow when it came to his sister-in-law, whose grief he could not handle too well.

He had been stable. But not happy.

Of course, Callie makes him happy. She’s the light of his life, and always will be.

But he’d been on autopilot.

Seeing Amara actually thrive as her life got ridiculous and out of control had been eye opening. Maybe he needed that, too. Just for a while.

*****

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[supernovaspidey]

I feel safer in your arms

               Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

               Summary: You have been MIA for over a week, and Peter and Ned are trying to figure out what they did that could possibly make you ignore them for so long. It took one party at Flash’s place and an inconvenient Brad Davis to make you finally go off.

               Author’s note: hey, guys. It took a lot for me to post this, the main plot is based on a personal experience I’ve been through, and I decided to write about it as a way of dealing with the shitty situation. I tried to make the emotions as realistic as possible, in order to express my feelings, but I’m not exactly a great writer and English is not my mother language, so please be patient with me if I’ve made some mistakes throughout the story. Make sure to tell me what you thought about the story, it would make me really happy. Also, if any of you have been through a similar experience and want to talk, hit me up, I’m sure we can help each other, I certainly do need some help lmao

               Dedicated to: my favorite blogs! @infamous-webhead @justauthoring @userspidey @imnotobsessedwithhim @tomhreads @peterjonesparker @soulspideys@spideyxchelle (I know some of you might be weirded out because I have never interacted with you but i am in love with your blogs, i’m  just rly shy, anyways hope you enjoy xo) and @lousimusician (U R THE BEST OMG as I said in your ask previously I am in love with your blog and your work fuckkkkkk, you are awesome and rly sweet ❤️)

               Warnings: angst, mentions of harassment, slight PTSD, slight swearing, fluff (I SWEAR!!!), Peter Parker being the clueless human being on Earth, but also the cutest, protective!Peter, Ned is just a sweetheart I love him

               Word count: 2961

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               - Dude, what’s going on? Did you two have a fight or something? Because if you did, I swear to God I’ll…

               - Ned! Stop freaking out on me, man. You are making me worse than I already am. And no, we didn’t have a fight or anything like that. I honestly don’t know what’s going on. – Peter was clearly hurt and worried.

               - Sorry, it’s just that… it’s been a week. I miss her. I wonder what you did wrong this time. – Ned looked really judgmental and Peter wasn’t having it.

               - What is that supposed to mean?

               - Come on, dude. You may be her best friend but she clearly has a thing for you and every time she gets somewhat flirty, your oblivious self, despite being completely obsessed with her as well, always screw things up and she gets mad, so… what did you do this time?

               - She doesn’t… have a thing for me. – Peter’s cheeks started getting red with the suggestion.

               - Whatever helps you sleep at night. And that’s not the point! What. Did. You. Do?

               - Nothing, I swear! One night we were fine texting each other and then… She just isolated everyone. She’s been ignoring me since then but I promise I didn’t do anything wrong, I even checked our conversation. Here! – Peter grabbed his phone so fast it almost fell, unblocked it, and clicked on your contact, he didn’t think it was right to show Ned your conversation but the need to prove his innocence was stronger.

               (y/n): “wassup, arachnid?”

               (Peter): “(y/n) could u pls come up with a better nickname? That one’s awful :(“

               (y/n): “i’m working on it, but until I find the perfect one u’ll just have to get used to this mediocre-quality one lol”

               You guys kept talking about nonsenses until you told him you needed to go.

               (y/n): “gotta go, family gathering at gram’s. try not to cry because u miss me so much, I’ll be back I promise :p”

               (Peter): “well I’ll try but idk if I will be able to go through the next couple of hours without you annoying the life out of me. It’ll be so hard :(“

               (y/n): “damn ur heartless. Anyways bye, arachnid xo”

               (Peter): “S T O P”

               (Peter): “are you still at your grandma’s place? It’s like 2 a.m.”

               (Peter): “(y/n)???”

               (Peter): “if ur mad about me calling u annoying i’m sorryyy”

               (Peter): “:(“

               (Peter): “you weren’t at class today. everything okay? just checking, I’m worried abt u”

               (Peter): “u missed a Chem assignment today, I’m paired up with you, it’s nothing out of this world but we need to talk abt it”

               (Peter): “hey… listen u’ve been MIA for almost a week, now idk what’s going on but you can talk to me, let me help”

               (Peter): “Ned and I went over to your place to talk to you but your mom didn’t let us in. pls tell me what’s going on”

               - Damn, Peter…

               - What? – He was certain he didn’t do anything wrong but after showing Ned the texts he got a little insecure. After all, he never realized when he was messing things up, he just got super nervous and started rambling nonstop until shit hit the fan.

               - You guys are so flirty, it’s so disgusting, just ask her out already, geez.

               - Ned!

               - Okay okay, well, I admit, I didn’t see anything wrong, except for you clearly trying to flirt with her and being a total failure.

               - Shut up.

               They were sitting at their usual table in the cafeteria, theorizing about what made you go off on them. Both of them were uneasy, you were their best friend and they liked you too much to just let you push them away like this. Peter was particularly off, at the same time he was dying of worries, he was pissed at you. After all the mad shit you’ve been through together, he’d think you cared about him enough not to just ignore his complete existence out of nowhere. To be honest he was hurt about the fact that you didn’t like him as much as he liked you.

               - Yo, assholes. – Flash just jumped up at your table. – I’m trying to do some community service, so as my first act of kindness I will allow you to go to my party tomorrow. My place at 10. Don’t be weird or I’ll change my mind and kick you out of there.  Make sure (y/n) is there, she’s a sight I’d like to see at my place. See ya, losers.

               As fast as Flash got to their table, he went away, not giving the boys an opportunity to answer. Peter closed his fists so hard at the mention of your name that his knuckles turned white. Ned simply rolled his eyes and told Peter to forget about it.

               Peter took his cellphone again and opened your chat. It had been one day since he last texted you and tried to go to your place, so he was thinking whether he should tell you about the party or not. A part of him was angry and didn’t want to text you because of the shit you’ve been making him go through, but the other part was hopeful you’d show up at Flash’s and finally give him an opportunity to talk to you. He decided he missed you too much and would take any chance he could to see you. So he sent you the text.

               (Peter): “hey, Flash is throwing a party tomorrow night and he invited us. yes. all of us. anyway, it’ll be at 10. hope you show up.”

               There. Plain and simple. A loud sigh left Peter’s mouth as he hit his head on the table.

               - It’s okay, dude. She’ll be there. Don’t stress about it.

               (…)

               - Do you see her? – It was the fifth time Ned poked Peter and asked the same question. Peter felt like he was about to lose it.

               - No, dude. I’ve been looking directly at the door and she still hasn’t shown up.

               - She will come, Peter. Don’t worry. Hey, do you think Betty would be impressed with this hat I’m wearing?

               - Uhm, sure! Why don’t you go over to her?

               - Are you sure? You’ll be okay? I know (y/n) is always the one who makes you company… - Ned was about to start rambling but Peter was quick to stop him laughing.

               - Ned, I’m fine. Now go get your girl.

               - Yeah yeah, you should go get yours too, you know. Look who just showed up. – Ned pointed to the door.

               And there you were, with all your non-glory, and an alarm rang in Peter’s head almost instantaneously. The first thing he noticed was your clothing. You were wearing a jacket, which was not usual for you, who is always complaining about how hot it is, even if it´s freezing. The next thing he noticed was your body, you were thinner, not enough to make everyone notice, but he for sure did, and he for sure got worried right away. The last thing he noticed was your face. He always admired you for being so outgoing and confident, but now you looked scared and insecure, constantly looking to your sides, like the walls had spikes and the room was slowly getting smaller around you.

               After scanning the whole room, your eyes met Peter’s, he was beside Ned, looking straight at you, you forced a side smile and walked up to them.

               - Peter, Ned… Hi. – You looked really shy, something was definitely off.

               - Hey, (y/n)! Oh my God I missed you so much, where have you been? We thought you were mad at us. – Ned was as agitated as he was when he talked about Betty. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited your best friend was to see you.

               - I… I was sick, really sick. You know how it is… - You looked at Peter, but he had his eyes fixed on the floor, looking upset.

               - Of course you were. – He sighed and you felt the sarcasm in his voice.

               - Excuse me?

               - I’m not buying that, (y/n). If you really were sick you would tell us, you know, your best friends.

               - Yo, don’t put me into this mess, I’m going to talk to Betty now. But (y/n), I’ll talk to you later, okay? So happy to see you again! – Ned was quick to flee the situation, leaving you and Peter alone. You grabbed his hand and took him to the pool area, where there were less people.

               - Start talking, Parker.

               - What?

               - You were pretty quick to shoot me a snarky comment inside, so I guess you have a lot to say, right? Start talking.

               - I… I don’t have…

               - Peter, talk!

               - Why… Why would you ignore me for over a week? You were so sick you couldn’t grab your phone? And if you really were sick, why didn’t your mom tell us right away? I was so upset with you I wasn’t even going to tell you about the party, but I missed you and was worried about you and wanted to see you, and you lie to my face?

               - I shouldn’t have ignored you, I know. I’m sorry. I really am. But you want to talk about lying? What about all the times you lied right to my face for almost a year, huh? The Stark Internship, the Washington shit, me being stood up by you countless times, what about that? You didn’t tell me about the spider shit, I figured it out by myself. And it’s okay if you didn’t want to tell me, that’s your business, but don’t point your finger at me talking about fucking honesty. – Peter’s face was sad and angry at the same time as you threw the words at him.

               - You know, I only came to this shitty party to see you. – You stared right into his eyes. – I missed you and wanted to have a good time with you, but I guess that’s not going to happen so leave me alone. – At the moment Peter saw tears wanting to leave your eyes, he knew something was wrong, and that he had messed up. Big time.

               - (y/n), wait! – He tried to hold you but you sprinted back inside the house, leaving him with his thoughts.

               You were grabbing a snack at the kitchen, when you felt someone breathing down your neck. You froze instantly, trying to push away the memories. You turned and in front of you was Brad Davis. He was a good guy, but he was drunk and an alarm rang in your head.

               - What the fuck? Back off, Brad.

               - Hey, (y/n)! Long time no see, wanna dance? – He placed his hands on your shoulder, and the memories came flooding you as you tried pushing them away.

               - No.

               - Come here, I missed you. – He then pulled you in for a hug. At the moment you felt his hands on your back and waist, and smelled the alcohol exhaling from his mouth, you just couldn’t fight the memories any longer. It was like you were back your grandma’s house all over again, you started to shiver, your heart felt like it was going to go out of your chest and your vision turned black.

               - Get off of me! – You couldn’t stop yourself. You shoved him away aggressively, and punched him right in his face. It was like you were stuck in your own body, not being able to control it.

               You realized what you did when he hit the floor, nose bleeding.

               - I’m… I’m so sorry… I… - The music had stopped, you looked up and everyone was looking at you. Then you saw him. Peter. You immediately ran away and grabbed a cab down the street, ignoring Peter’s screams calling you and asking you to wait.

               By the time you got home, you were crying uncontrollably. You laid in bed and let everything sink in. You knew going to the party was a mistake but you did it anyway. Fucking stupid little girl.

               - (y/n), let me in. – You looked at your window and saw Peter with his suit on, how could he have changed clothes so fast?

               You went over and opened the window. He got in, you turned around as he changed clothes once more. You turned around again when he was done and sat on the bed. He sat beside you.

               - So, I’m an idiot. I know. – He looked at you with puppy hazel eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit. – (y/n)… what happened? Please, I beg you to talk to me.

               So, you started talking immediately. The more you talked, the more you cried. You talked about how when at your grandma’s, while the whole family was going to take a picture, your old drunk cousin grabbed you by the arm to be closer to him, and started walking down your body with his hand, making you freeze with terror. You talked about how you felt like you couldn’t move or scream, about how hard he was squeezing your arm, leaving a bruise after. You talked about how you felt used, dirty, and weak, about how you should have done something, anything, but instead you stayed there like a scared little girl. You talked about how you were afraid of people touching you now, and how afraid you were of hurting people, and how that’s exactly what happened. You hurt someone, Brad. And finally, you talked about how you were feeling like your worst version of yourself, and didn’t want anyone to see that, especially Peter.

               He listened to everything quietly, and only after you finished talking was when he realized he wasn’t breathing and that you had grabbed his hand at some point. He didn’t know what to say, all he felt was hatred, so he started crying.

               - I’m so sorry, I made this whole thing about me when you were hurting so much. – You squeezed his hand when you heard he say that.

               - Listen, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have ignored you, I just didn’t want you to see the mess I am right now.

               - You are not a mess. It’s not your fault this happened to you. You are the strongest person that I’ve ever known, you are the utter best version of yourself and that’s one of the many reasons why I really like you and… - He suddenly stopped when he realized what he said.

               Shit.

               - You know… as a friend… my best friend! You are my best friend and I like you as my best friend and… - He stopped on his tracks when he felt you hugging him, he didn’t know what to do so he slowly and gently put his arms around you, making sure you were comfortable.

               (…)

                 After that night, things didn’t get better, but they got less worse. Peter and Ned were the only people you were comfortable with, and Peter was the only one you were physically comfortable with. You didn’t think it was possible to be closer than you were before, but it happened. Peter was super protective of you, and he didn’t even noticed. He would always hold your hand when you were walking, and would always make sure you felt safe. Every time he noticed you being anxious, he would grab your hand and caress it with his thumb, or he would play with your hair and whisper “it’s okay, I’m here with you. You are okay” into your ear. He made you feel safe, and he also made you feel weird things, mushy and warm things. He looked at you differently, you knew it, and it always made you feel like your stomach was upside down, but in a great way.

               One day, you, Peter and Ned were at the cafeteria talking, you and Peter were holding hands when you felt hands on your shoulders. You stopped moving right away

               - (y/n), nice work on that assignment! – Your Chemistry teacher said and left without letting you respond.

               Peter and Ned looked at you, clear worriedness stamped on their faces. You started to breathe heavily, your heartbeat started racing, you started shaking and your eyes got wet. Peter quickly grabbed your hand and took you away.

               He took you to the janitor’s closet, the closest thing to the cafeteria. It was so small you were pressed against each other, but Peter didn’t care about that. All he cared about was you. When he closed the door, you started sobbing.

               - Hey, hey it’s okay, I’m here. You are okay. No one’s going to hurt you, okay? I promise. – He hold you tight in his arms.

               - I… I feel dirty.

               - Here – he stood in front of you, took off his sweater, staying only with his nerdy shirt, and swept it over your shoulders. – I’m cleaning them, see? They’re clean. You’re not dirty, you are perfect.

               He wiped your tears away and started caressing your cheek, cupping your face with his hands.

               - I’m here and I’ll always be here. You are okay.

               - I’m… I’m okay.

               - See? Everything’s going to be okay. – He hugged you once more.

               - Peter? – You called against his chest.

               - Huh? – He didn’t let you go.

               - Thank you. I… I really like you too. You know, as my best friend… - You felt his heart racing. – You know what I mean.

               He let you out of his arms to look at you. He knew what you meant, he remembered the day he almost confessed his feelings, but he thought you wouldn’t have realized.

               He kept his hazel eyes glued at yours, and you could swear he was seeing through your soul at that moment. He smiled, his face lit up. You smiled. You don’t know how long you guys stayed there, but it felt like eternity and it wasn’t enough.

[jack-andthestalk]

Our Son, Arc II, Lie with me, Chapter 16.

Thank you to @balfeheughlywed my beta and friend, who told me she had thoughts after reading this chapter and then took a nap!! Apart from that she is amazing and I have repeatedly said I can't write this fic without her. Her feedback is on point, and sometimes she lets me leave my weird stuff in. @crownqueenkate is where she is hanging out right now much to my sorrow but I am grateful she has stuck with me and my fics. NSFW below the cut.

Jamie and I made the small mistake of separating briefly after climbing the stairs to my bedroom, him to check on Willie and me to brush my teeth and change for bed.

While Jamie was gone the longing which had started in the living room didn’t completely fade out but was masked slightly by the fear running through my veins. It had been months since we had been together and in that time my body had changed. I was confident enough to know it wasn’t necessarily negative changes, my breasts were larger, my tummy somewhat more rounded but everything else had remained as it was. It was more than I was different, altered to what Jamie had known and now faced with him seeing all of me, I felt like a virgin bride on her wedding night wondering would my new husband like me.

Once the pregnancy hormones had taken hold, many nights I had woken clammy from a dream, a dull throbbing between my thighs, wet heat making me desperate. My body arching seeking his touch to be met with humid air and the threat of frustrated tears. The very idea, that after all these weeks apart I would finally get to sate that need made me feel wild, giddy with possibility and utterly terrified that I wouldn’t be as he imagined. Throwing my toothbrush back in the holder, I squared my shoulders and walked into the bedroom. Jamie was crouched over his case rummaging. He looked somewhat flummoxed himself, hearing me approach he stood to full height, clutching some toiletries in hand. “I just need ta –“  he gestured towards the bathroom. “Um yes, of course, do you want me to unpack some of your things – I can make room in the closet – “ I started reaching into my wardrobe immediately, sliding hangers to one side, in an attempt to busy jittery hands.  Jamie’s breathe on my cheek, so close that I could feel the heat of his lips. “Aye, I will need a wee bit of space, but I can bide til tomorrow Claire.” His tone was husky, and it brokered no argument. The answer was double loaded,  turning me to him, he held my gaze pointedly, a slight indentation on his cheek while he bit into the other one.  “I will be unpacking because I will be staying, aye?” I think I nodded. “But everything else asides me becoming complicit with yer body – is off the agenda until tomorrow, alright?”He teased my bottom lip out from under my teeth. “I willna be long.” I swallowed hard and gave a more solid nod in agreement. With Jamie gone, I was left to decide what to wear to bed. Realistically he was going to be taking it off within minutes, but I still needed to present myself in something. I had bought a little silk camisole and matching shorts for my birthday weekend, the weekend he hadn’t made it out.  It had been thrown in the back of my drawers and forgotten about. I slipped the silky fabric over my head and pulled on the too short shorts. Twirling two and fro in the mirror, I pulled the top down over where it gaped slightly at my midriff, it immediately bounced back. I huffed impatiently and tugged the bun out of my hair letting it fall around my shoulders.Jamie cleared his throat behind me, I swung around to face him, cheeks burning crimson wondering how long he had been watching   “I – didn’t know what to – “the words hung unsaid in the air as I watched Jamie’s eyes run up and down the length of my body. His mouth opened just enough to allow his tongue to exit and sweep across his bottom lip. He was wrapped in a towel that hung low around his waist, little droplets of water were visible down his torso and pooling above the band of the cloth. I wanted to run my tongue over each one as if parched.  His hair was wild about his face from where he had obviously rubbed a towel through it to dry. My stomach tightened pleasantly.  Jamie took one step forward, a smile lingering on his lips. “Claire – I –christ ye are lovely – ye make me tongue-tied. “ I enjoyed the way he spluttered out each word, the way his body tensed and that he failed to hide the unabashed hunger in his eyes. It was like a balm to my tittering confidence; he seemed lost on everything but me. I took two cautious steps towards him.  Finishing my thought from earlier, I shrugged my shoulders noncommittally, “Wasn’t sure what to wear.” “Aye well – “he paused and swallowed again, “that does the trick to be sure.”As if without conscious thought his hand rose slowly and tested the looseness of the thin strap on my shoulder, it fell over my forearm easily hanging enough to let the top slip further down my breast, resting just above my nipple. “Ach well now look at that – It’s beg’n to be taken off.” My heart was pounding against my chest, it felt like it was battering my rib cage. Jamie gave me a coy smile and moved to the other one, “Where did ye get this little number?” he asked in a hoarse whisper, eyes locked on the straps of my tops as if they held a code. “I got it for my birthday – last time you were meant to come out.”He made a low Scottish noise in the back of his throat. “ye bought this for me?”He met my eye for only a second, seeking clarification. His fingers flicked two and fro, planning a path, before they reached lower and teasingly slid over one breast, eventually resting on a nipple and circling it. “Well, I bought it for me – with the idea you might like it. “ I didn’t hide the hitch in my breath at his touch. “I do – vera much – ”, he let out a long sigh of contentment, “ – tis a shame I must take it off.” I shrugged my shoulders, “you could leave it on.” “Not a chance –“a pause as he met my eyes again, “I havna seen ye naked aside from my dreams in months.”I placed one hand on his chest and let it slide down over his stomach, hooking one finger into the waistband of his towel. “Well, there have been some changes since you saw me last.” My tone was jesting, attempting to flirt but my hands instinctively snapped together, twisting the skin around the tips of my fingers. Jamie’s eyes jumped to the movement and his hands' covered mine stilling them.He shook his head in disbelief, looking down at me “I want to see every change the bairn is making – to yer body Claire.”  His use of my name and the husky tone he rolled it off his tongue made me almost coil into him. He untangled my fingers and placed my hand back on his chest, just over the fast beating of his own heart. Using his other hand to rest on my lower back to pull me flush with his body.  I hesitated for only a moment as I watched his eyes fall to my lips and he closed the distance. Jamie had kissed me before; everything about this kiss was different. It held the same motions, tongue slipping past mine, teeth grazing over lips, biting softly before engulfing a greedy mouth.  It wasn’t those things that made if different; it was the ferocity in which he did it. The breathless groan that sounded like a sob, the effort of trying to breathe and fill my mouth competed with each other leaving delicious little gasps between us. He showed me it all in one kiss; I had no doubt when we broke away how much he missed me or still wanted me.Jamie’s eyes were like dark pools, as his fingers hooked into the little straps of my camisole pulling them down along the length of my arms until the bodice followed it leaving me completely bare from the waist up. He took one step back, the slight awe widening of his eyes when they fell on my bare breasts made me giggle nervously,  Jamie didn’t so much as flinch, standing stock still, he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. “Christ –“, his head snapped up to my face, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “God ye are so beautiful – sometimes I think ye will actually make my heart stop.” He hooked one finger into the waistband of the silky shorts, and ushered them over my hips, they fell around my ankles, and I stepped out of them.  I let the task take all of my concentration to avoid meeting Jamie’s eye, the quick intake of his breath the only sound in the room. I don’t know what I was expecting to see reflected on his face, but I was taken aback by the look of tenderness as he stepped towards me, hand outstretched to touch the small bump beginning to develop above my hips. “I wasna able – “ he stopped and started again, “when ye were carrying Willie I never saw ye or – .”Placing my hand over his, “you can see me now.” “I used to try and imagine ye –”, he said a small smirk lifting his lips, he rolled an R when he quipped “regularly”. One tug on the knot in his towel pooled it to the ground, revealing the length of him, throbbing against his stomach. My fingernails trailed down over his thighs teasingly, I cupped the heaviness between them and Jamie’s head lolled from side to side, I squeezed once before moving up and taking him gently in my hand, feeling the hard pulsing of him straining within my palm, “I missed you”, I said simply, “I missed this, us. Jamie’s body was wound tight; he was almost standing rigid as I pumped him up and down once, then twice. His brow creased in a form of agony. “What’s wrong?” He bit his lip, “I need to get ye into bed Claire –“ his tone was desperate, pleading, “it has been a while I dinna ken how long I can have ye stand there looking like that and not finish myself off before we have begun.” A breathy snicker escaped my lips, and Jamie glared at me. “tis no funny.” Laying one hand onto his chest, I pushed him back towards the bed, “lie down.” The pleasant feeling that had taken root in my belly at the sight of him had grown branches and was sluicing its way around my body, making me crazy with it. Obediently, he lowered himself down, as I crawled up and over him straddling his thighs with my own. Dark pools for eyes watched me from the bed, his back arching slightly as I rose above him; he reached down and stroked the length of himself, watching me. Bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Sassenach –“ Jamie stretched out across the length of my bed, making the queen size bed look tiny in comparison, I had almost forgotten how large he was, muscled skin carved like marble. His hips flexed looking for friction, knees flung wide. “Just lie back – and relax.” I owned the husky tone in my voice, I was about to deliver on it. Replacing  his hand with mine, I guided Jamie inside of me.  The feel of him, stretching pulsating against all those nerves longing for his touch was almost too much. “Oh, ugh, I groaned out each nonsensical sound in relief, with one hand on his chest I rocked forward once, testing our connection. Jamie’s head flopped back against the pillows, and he drove his hips up into me. I rocked again, and his chest rose steadily from the bed, while his head sank deeper into the pillow. The spark that lit up my body was ignited from the deep, delicious moan at the back of his throat. Like a train, I began a steady chug of my hips enjoying the feel of him quivering against me, the grip on my thighs and the sounds we made together. We rocked against each other slowly at first, just enjoying the feeling of being joined, allowing it build, bigger and bigger until it wasn’t a conscious decision to speed up, it was dictated purely by need. Jamie’s hand found its way back to rest on my stomach, and he sat forward. Lips swirled over a nipple, then the other.  Anchoring himself to me with a firm hold on my breast, leveraging his body to meet me with the other. His lips parted, and his breath became shallow as I slipped a hand down just where he entered me. Jamie bucked hard at the contact, and I moaned brazenly above him. “oh god –“ he spat out, his voice thick with arousal. “my cock dinna forget the way of ye – I think ye are imprinted on his mind.” His hands pulled my lower back against his hips, starting a deeper rolling movement. “Your cock has a mind? – ”, I bit down on my lip to stop myself laughing at him, I was soon much more distracted at the way his hips were lifting to me meet mine, hitting me just where I needed again and again.   I couldn’t slow down.  It felt so good after a draught, hormones and Jamie coursing through my body made me louder, bolder. It didn’t go unnoticed as Jamie tried to pace my hips, “Claire – Christ – we need to slow –“  he groaned out each word with another flex of his hips in contradiction to his words. I didn’t stop to let him choke out the rest, just ground myself deeper. Each movement an answer to the hunger building inside of me, Jamie fell back a bit resting on the back of his hands. I began moving higher up the length of him and slamming back down. Jamie’s eyes were shut tight, sweat dripping down his brow, along his neckline and over the concaves of his chest. We were slick against each other, aiding my body to glide against his. One of his hands were trying to reach me,flailing in front of him, with his head thrown back, he wasn’t aware of where to aim. I moaned each time as I rose above him, a breathy groan filling my lungs as I came back down. I was loud, unabashed. Greedy. I heard the sounds of the bed creak and splinter between us, vaguely wondered how far the sounds travelled but couldn’t stop long enough to care. “Oh fuck – “Jamie’s hips rose erratically to meet mine, fingers  digging into my hips painfully“His arms found me, as he grasped me around my shoulders pulling me down, his mouth falling open against my neck, I could feel his breath and the edges of his teeth. He didn’t bite or kiss, only able to focus on his breathing. I kept my pace – my thighs shaking with the effort, all other sensations faded away except the need between my legs, and how Jamie could ease it. I stroked and pleaded and eventually surrendered to the tightening growing deep in my belly, unwinding and growing bigger with each feel of him.With Jamie’s hand firmly on my bottom, I came around him. Bowling over and landing against his neck as his own hips thrust erratically, once and twice until he stilled gasping and twitching along with his own release. I fell to my side, flopping ungracefully against the mattress, The room was filled with laboured breaths; I took pride that for a fit man Jamie seemed like he had just run a marathon.Silence followed as our lungs found a rhythm, Jamie's head lifted from the pillow, and he chanced a glance over at me before flopping down. “Christ woman – ye almost killed me.” His awestruck gaze stuck to the ceiling, I could make out the slight crease in his brow as he thought. “Ye were so  – so“ he said eventually in a huff of breath. He stuttered along with each pant of breath before deciding on “I could barely keep up with ye.” His hand was draped across his chest, and I took it kissing his palm. “It’s the pregnancy,” I whispered against his hand. Jamie turned on his side, cupping the cheeks of my arse and pulling me into his body. “Were ye like that before?” he asked, his brows knitted together quizzically. “Uh hum.” I answered nodding my head. “Yup, its hormones – I think.”  Jamie’s brows grew more furrowed until suddenly his eyes widened and his hands stopped the pattern they were tracing on my bottom. “but the last time – ye were pregnant.” “Me and you – we dinna – I mean did you ?” I rolled my eyes exasperatedly “No Jamie I didn’t sleep with anyone else while I was pregnant with your child.” He let out an exhale of breath, and pressed his lips together giving me  an ashamed smile. “Sorry – I dinna mean – sorry.” He trailed off.  “God Sassenach” he hummed contentedly, squirming into a more comfortable position “I wish ye wouldha told me ye were gagging for it on Willie, I wouldha been on the first plane out to ye.” I slapped his shoulder and snuggled closer into his embrace. “Fool.” Silence enveloped the room again, and we left each other to our thoughts before I felt Jamie’s voice vibrate from just above my head. His chin resting snugly. “I dreamed of ye so often in Hellwater – of us like this – I dinna ken – “ he stopped and pulled back to meet my gaze, licking his lips once before continuing  “my dreams dinna ken how good it feels to have ye –“ he swept a lock of my hair back around my neck, and pressed his forehead against mine, a tender smile lighting his face. “nothing compares to taking ye to bed ”, his hand snaked between us until it rested on my belly. “but to have this life between us, when I love ye –“ he blinked rapidly “its incredible Claire to think we made this together – “ he paused for a moment before whispering,  “again.”  

[despacito-uwu16]

Trent x Reader: Treat You Better (highschool AU)

You were walking down the halls of Wawanakwa high along with your boyfriend Topher.

As you were grabbing your stuff from your locker, he was flirting with Amy. You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. "Am I not pretty enough? What's wrong with me"? You wondered.

You shut your locker closed and headed to 5th period without Topher. You sat at your normal spot and waited for class to start. "Hey y/n"! You hear Trent say as he entered the classroom and sat next to you. "Hey Trent"! You smiled.

You and Trent are childhood friends. When you were both 5, he moved into your neighborhood and you guys have been inseparable ever since. But when you started dating Topher during your sophomore year, you didn't really get to spend a lot of time with Trent because you were focusing on your relationship with Topher.

"So, am I gonna see you at the spring carnival this weekend"? He asks. "I don't know, I might have to ask Topher if he's going". You say. Trent frowns at you. "Okay then". He says.

"Y/N! You were supposed to wait for me"! Topher exclaims. "Sorry babe, I didn't want to be late". You say. "Well, that better not happen again". He said. "Sorry". You said.

"Your in my spot". Topher snarled at Trent. "Sorry dude". Trent says and sits at another seat.

As class went on, Topher kept glaring at Trent. You took your boyfriend's hand, but he brushed it off making you frown.

"Okay class, as you know, there will be a open note quiz tomorrow so I expect you to have your well detailed notes with you when you enter class tomorrow". Said Mr. Howard

As the bell rang, everyone quickly got out of their seats, ready to leave. "Nope! The bell doesn't dismiss you, I dismiss you"! He says.

"No! The bell doesn't dismiss me! It dismisses you". Said Duncan. "I don't dismiss the bell, you dismiss the bell". Said Heather. "I don't dismiss you, I dismiss the bell". Said Topher.

"I am the bell". Lindsay says. Everyone looked at her. They all laughed and started to leave the class room. "What just happened"? The teacher muttered as he cleaned the board.

As everyone was headed to lunch, you ran up to your boyfriend. "Hey babe, are you going to the spring carnival this weekend"? You ask him. "Yeah, I'm going with Amy and her friends". Said Topher. Your heart dropped as you heard Amy's name come out of his mouth. "Oh". You said. "Nothing personal babe. You understand right"? He asks. You nodded in response.

"Speaking of Amy, I'm joining her for lunch today". Said Topher. "Again? This is the 3rd week you've been sitting with Amy"! You complained. "Why are you being whiny? It's just Amy"! Topher says. "We rarely spend time together"! You said. "So? I never complain about you sitting with your friends. Especially with Trent. Anyways, I promise you we'll do something fun together tonight". He says. "Fine". You say.

He kisses your cheek and goes to Amy's table. As he talks to her, she smirks at you. "Hey, Y/N"! You looked behind you to see Trent waving at you. "Hey, Trent". You say. "Wanna go off campus and get some pizza"? He asks. "Yea sure, I've nothing to do". You say. "Great, I'll drive". Said Trent.

As you ate your pizza, you couldn't help but wonder about your feelings for your boyfriend. "What's wrong Y/N"? Trent asks. "It's nothing". You say as you take another bite out of your pizza. "I highly doubt it. It's about Topher isn't it"? He asks. "No"! You said.

"If I'm being honest, he's not being a good boyfriend". He says. "Excuse me"? You raised your voice. "Think about it Y/N, he keeps flirting with Amy and manipulating your feelings". Said Trent. "Topher is not manipulative! He cares about my feelings". You yelled.

"If he cared about your feelings, he wouldn't be sitting with Amy everyday and play with her hair. Come on Y/N be realistic". Said Trent.

"I am being realistic, your just being jealous and petty because Gwen dumped you for Duncan". You yelled. "This isn't about me! This is about you, Y/N! I care about you"! Trent yelled.

"Well if you cared about me, then you would leave me and Topher alone"! You yelled. You ran off leaving Trent speechless.

You were at your last period of the day, Theatre. You were staring at the clock, waiting for school to end and for the weekend to start.

"Alright, let's play the alphabet improv. You know the rules. Your line has to start with a letter from the alphabet, and it's in alphabetical order (I stole this from Victorious, idk how to explain it). If your line isn't in the right order, you are out". Mr. Leonard says. "I wanna be leader"! Amy says.

"Amy, choose your actors". The teacher says. "I pick, Lindsay, Heather, Noah and Topher". Said Amy. Topher gave you a kiss on the cheek and headed up stage with Amy. "Okay let's begin! Lindsay, you may go first". The teacher says. "Look a bee"! Lindsay exclaims. "OUT"! The teacher exclaims. "Awwww". She says as she heads back to her seat.

As the game continues, it was down to Amy and Topher. "Head feels dizzy". Said Topher. "I know what will make you feel better". Said Amy. "Jackfruit"? Topher asks. "Kiss me". Said Amy. Those words caught your attention. "Let's do it". Said Topher. He cupped Amy's cheeks and kissed her passionately making your heart break in two. As the bell rang, you ran out of the classroom in tears. Topher noticed and ran after you.

"Y/N why did do run out of the classroom"? Topher asks. "What do you think"? You sobbed. "Oh com'on it was just a kiss"! Topher says. "Why are you being so jealous"? He asks. "Because you don't look at me the same way you look at Amy"! You shouted.

"Well maybe Amy might be a better girlfriend than you". Said Topher. You went silent. "What"? You said. "It's over Y/N. Don't take it personal". Topher pats you on the head and leaves.

You ran up to your room crying, not caring about your parents hearing you sob. "Y/N, what's wrong sweetie! Did something happen at school"? Your mom asks. "Topher left me"! You yelled. "I knew he was trouble, I'm gonna sue him"! You father said. "Honey, calm down, let's give Y/N  some alone time". Your mother says.

It's been a day since Topher broke up with you. You poured out your heart and soul into the relationship for two years, and now it's gone down the drain.

Your mom knocks on the door. "Sweetheart? She says. "Go away"! You groaned.

"I know you want to be alone, but someone's here to see you". You mom says. You say up on your bed, wondering who it could be.

Trent entered your room with 2 bags full of snacks and a gallon of sprite. "Hey Y/N. I heard about what happened". Said Trent. "And you came here to rub it in". Said Y/N. "No of course not! I came here to cheer you up. I have your favorite snacks and soda". Said Trent. "Thanks Trent". You said. He puts it on your vanity and sits on your bed.

"I'm sorry about Topher. He shouldn't have dumped you like that". Said Trent. "Well, it's over, he's probably screwing Amy right now". You said. "I have an idea. The spring carnival is tonight! It'll take your mind off of him"! Said Trent. "I think I'll skip this year". You said.

"Y/N! We never skipped it! It's our little tradition"! Trent exclaimed. "That's also where I met Topher". You said.

"Screw Topher! We're going! I'll be back to pick you up in an hour, and you better be ready". Trent says as he left your room.

"I guess it's for the best, I mean, it's been a while since I actually hanged out with Trent". You thought. You got out your bed and started getting ready.

1 hour later....

You grabbed your phone and your bag and headed out the door. "Mom! Dad! I'm gonna be with Trent"! You said. "Okay, be home by 11"! Your dad called out.

You saw Trent in his red motorcycle, parked near the driveway. "Hey! You ready to go"? Trent asks as he tosses you a helmet. "Yep! Let's do this". You say as you put it on.

Moments later...

Trent parked his motorcycle near the entrance. You both went inside and looked at all the games. "Wow! The place hasn't changed". You said. "Well, what do you want to do first"? Trent asks.

For the past two hours, you guys have spent money on games and food. You both made a bet on who would wins the most games.

"I win"! You exclaimed. "I guess I have to buy you lunch for the rest of the week"! Said Trent. "Yep"! You said popping the P. Trent went to the food stand and bought you some popcorn.

"Man this is fun"! You said as you stuffed some popcorn in your mouth. "Told ya, wanna go on the Ferris wheel"? Trent asks. "Sure". You responded.

You both left your stuff at a locker, and head on the Ferris wheel. "Wow, look at the view"! Said Trent.

"Remember you used to get so scared and you held my hand the whole time"? You teased. "Well, I'm not scared anymore"! Trent says. "Then why are you shaking"? You asks. "Because it's cold". Trent said. "Uh huh, okay". You laughed.

"Can I hold your hand? Not because I'm scared, but because it's really cold". Said Trent. "Alright". You said holding your hand out.

Trent grabs your hand and relaxes. "Thanks for tonight Trent". You said. "Anything for you". He smiles. As the cart reached the top of the Ferris wheel, Trent took a deep breath and looked at you. "Y/N I gotta confess something". Said Trent. You looked at him and smiled. "What is it Trent"? You ask.

"I'm in love with you. I have since Sophomore year! I was gonna confess that year at the carnival, but that's when you met Topher and you looked really happy, and I didn't want to destroy that! I dated Gwen so I could get over my feelings for you, but it never did. I know you just got out of a relationship, but I just you to know that I can treat you better than he can. I understand if you don't feel the same". Trent confessed.

"Trent, I feel the same way. I thought I was happy with Topher, but tonight made me realize I was more happier with you". You said. "So will you be mine"? Trent asks. "Of course". You smiled. Trent caressed you're cheeks and leaned in and kissed you. His lips felt warm and soft. He put his arm around and kissed your head. "I promise to treat you like a princess". He said.

It was 10:30 pm and you both decided to head home early. As you head towards the exit, you heard two people arguing, catching both of your attention.

You both saw Amy and Topher yelling at each other. Everyone gathered around and started filming the scene before them. 

"YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH DAKOTA YOU TWO TIMING WOMANIZER"! She yells. "Well, I saw you flirting with Scott"! Topher yelled in defense. "Well it's not my fault I'm pretty"! Said Amy. "It doesn't matter, you are so cancelled Topher"! Amy adds.

She walks to the pie stand and grabs a pie. She walks back to where she was standing before and threw it at Topher's face. Everyone laughed at him as Amy and her friends walked away.

As Topher wipes the whipped cream from his eyes, he sees you and Trent together.

"Y/N! Hey"! He runs to you. "Ummm, hi Topher". You say.

"Listen, you were right about Amy, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, I promise to be a better boyfriend for now on. So what do you say, you and I get out of here and head to Denny's". He says.

You looked at him and scoffed. "Wow, bold of you to assume I'd get together with you just like that". You snickered.

"What? Why don't you want to get back with me, I mean I am the most charming after all". Ha says.

"I poured my heart and soul into our relationship and you didn't even notice. You flirt with other girls, making me feel insecure about myself. And you never care about me or how I felt. So yeah, no thanks". You said. "And by the way, I'm with some else who is more charming and caring than you". You added.

"Oh really, who's more charming than me, Alejandro"? Topher asks sarcastically.

You turned to Trent and kissed him passionately. Trent kissed back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. As you pulled away, you hugged your boyfriend and smirked at Topher.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when he leaves you"! Topher says as you and Trent walk away.

"Oh, I don't think that's gonna be a problem". You says, making Trent smile.

[itmakesyoulooklikealoser]

Hole-in-One

Pynch Week 2017 Day 3: “What are you doing here?”

Read on A03 here

“Of course I’m gonna pay, Blue. No, that’s out of the question. I’m the one who asked you out so I’m paying. Yeah, okay. Tomorrow at 6:00 sounds good.”

Ronan had just arrived at Adam’s apartment and was all set to enter when he heard Adam talking to someone. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. He should have turned around and walked away to let Adam finish his conversation without eavesdropping, but then he heard what sounded like a date being planned. Fuck. Ronan did not want to be in the know about Adam and Blue’s dating life, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Do you want me to pick you up then?” Ronan heard Adam ask, his voice sounded muffled through the door.

Ronan removed his hand from the door and turned to walk away. He knew Adam and Blue had something going on, but he hadn’t realized that they were going out without the others. He had assumed that all of their interactions occurred within a group setting. Shit, fuck. They were a lot more serious than Ronan had realized.

Just as Ronan made it to the stairs the door to the apartment opened and Adam strolled out in all his glory. He didn’t seem to notice Ronan at first. Ronan tried to rush down the stairs as quietly as possible before Adam finished locking up and noticed him. Ronan had made it to the last step and thought he was home free when he heard Adam’s voice calling after him.

“Ronan! Hey! What are you doing here? Are you leaving?” Adam gave him a confused expression.

Ronan turned around, rubbing at his neck, “Uh…no. I just uh…forgot something in the BMW?” Ronan finished sounding unsure.

Adam laughed as he approached Ronan. He seemed to be in better mood than normal. Probably because his date with Blue tomorrow Ronan thought bitterly.

“Well, I was about to head over to Nino’s. Blue is working tonight and I was going to go study and keep her company. Gansey and Noah said they would probably be there later. You want to join me?”

Ronan definitely did not want to sit and watch Adam and Blue flirt and do all the other obnoxious couple-y stuff couples do. Even with Gansey and Noah there, all he would be able to focus on was the way his heart was slowly breaking.

Ronan knew it was stupid to fall in love with one of your best friends, even stupider to fall in love with your straight best friend. But no matter how hard he tried to keep his feelings for Adam in check, he just kept falling more and more for him.

At first Ronan thought it was just physical attraction. Adam was a very attractive person after all, but the longer Adam hung around the more Ronan knew it wasn’t just Adam’s good looks that he enjoyed. Adam was smart and clever. He met Ronan word for word when it came to arguments. He was stubborn and prideful to a fault, but Ronan didn’t care. He liked him more for it.

“Actually. I just remembered that I have to…do the Latin homework still. Yeah,” Ronan cringed, “I’m just gonna…” and with that he turned and basically ran out the door.

———

“What the fuck was that?”

Ronan startled, jerking the steering wheel causing him to almost crashing the BMW as Noah appeared in the passenger seat.

“Jesus Christ, Noah. Seriously. Could you not do that creepy ghost shit while I’m driving!” Ronan exclaimed while swerving back into his lane.

“What just happened back there, Ronan? Did you seriously just use homework as an excuse to not do something?” Noah was giggling in the seat, ignoring Ronan’s complaints.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ronan bristled angrily in the drivers seat.

“I know why you’re mad. And it’s has nothing to do with me materializing in you car scaring the shit out of you.”

“You did not scare me, shithead. I just wasn’t expecting it. And I’m not mad about anything”

“Oh, so you don’t care that Adam is taking Blue out to mini golf tomorrow at 6:00?”

Ronan grabbed the closest thing he could reach, which happened to be an empty Gatorade bottle, and chucked it at Noah. Right before the bottle hit him Noah disappeared from the seat, laughter filling the now empty space.

———

Ronan paced back and forth across his room. He was trying to talk himself out of his completely idiotic plan, but he wasn’t doing a very good job. Mostly because he wasn’t trying very hard to dissuade himself.

After Noah had let it slip where Adam was taking Blue on their date Ronan’s brain immediately started thinking of ways to crash their date without it seeming like he was crashing it purposefully. He tried to stop thinking about it but it was all he could focus on. Shitty plan after shitty plan cycled through his mind, each one becoming more and more absurd.

He could convince Gansey to go mini golfing with him. He could pay off one of the workers at the mini golf place to let him “work” there for the night. He could hide in the bushes and sabotage the course. He could find a date and just happen to take them mini golfing. Okay. Yeah. That last one was way out of the realm of possibility.

Ronan decided that he was just going to go mini golfing on his own. No need to bring anyone else into his antics and make it more complicated. Why couldn’t he have decided to just go mini golfing by himself? That was something he would totally do, right?

Ronan made his way to the mini golfing place before he could change his mind.

———

Ronan pulled up the the entrance of the mini golfing place. He saw Adam’s tricolor atrocity a few spots down from where he was parked. He got out of the car and walked into the building.

Inside there were what seemed like hundreds of children running around screaming about tickets and prizes. The place was painted about 30 different colors. There were game machines in every nook and cranny of the place all making different noises clashing terribly together. Dear Lord. What had Ronan gotten himself into? But he was already here. He was now committed to the plan. There was no turning back now.

Ronan scanned the building trying to spot Adam or Blue among the hoards of children. He figured it was best to look for Adam because he wouldn’t be able to tell Blue apart from the kids. Ronan silently laughed at his own joke. Just as he was getting frustrated he caught a glimpse of dirt colored hair going through a door that lead to the outside. Ronan made his way to the door. He was just about to open the door to walk out when someone stopped him.

“Sir, if you want to enter the mini golf course you have to rent a club and some golf balls.” an attendant said in a monotone.

Fuck. Ronan was going to fall too far behind if he didn’t get out there quickly. But it would look suspicious, okay well more suspicious, if he showed up to mini golf without a club and golf balls. He paid the attendant as quickly as possible and hurried out the door and to the first hole.

———

Ronan arrived at the first hole just in time to see Adam and Blue heading to the second hole. Ronan sighed in relief, he wasn’t too far behind. He knew realistically he could just skip the hole and move straight to the second one to catch up, but he thought that he would seem even more obvious since he wasn’t at the first hole with them.

Ronan stepped up to the beginning of the course and put his ball down. This was gonna be easy. All he had to do was get the ball into the hole on the first hit or two and move on. He could do that.

Five swings later and Ronan was being made fun of by an eleven year old. Ronan scowled at the kid as he lined his putter up and swung. They both watched as the ball finally went into the hole.

“Like you could do any better,”he challenged the girl.

The girl placed her ball on the starting point and hit it. They both watched as the ball bounced off the back wall and right into the hole. The girl looked over to Ronan and raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him.

Ronan grumbled, “Beginner’s luck. Bet you can’t do it at the next hole.”

Ronan and the girl gathered their stuff and moved on to the second hole.

“What’s you name, old man?” The girl asked as she placed her ball on the tee, “I like to know the name of who I’m about to destroy.”

Ronan could not believe this girl’s nerve. He scoffed as he replied, “Ronan. But you definitely aren’t going to beat me.”

The girl swung her putter back and hit the ball. Again, they both watched as the ball made it’s descent down the green turf of the course. It clipped a corner and slammed into a wall. It bounced up and off of the course. Ronan whistled.

“Wow!” He said, clapping his hands slowly, “That was a wonderful shot….”

“Opal.” The girl muttered as she went to retrieve her ball.

“Opal? What kind of name is Opal?” Ronan taunted her.

“What kind of name is Ronan?” Opal shot back.

Ronan hated to admit it, but he was starting to like this kid. Pretty soon they fell into easy banter and continued along the course. Ronan had forgotten his mission of crashing Adam and Blue’s date and was actually having a good time.

———

When they got to the last hole, Opal and Ronan compared scores. Both of them had done terribly. It seemed that Opal’s hole in one on the first hole had, in fact, been beginners luck. Ronan was still had two more swings than Opal, but was determined to make this last hole and hole in one to catch up. It was the trickiest hole of the course, the windmill hole.

Opal had gone first and had gotten the ball in the hole in five swings, so that meant Ronan had to make the shot in two or less swings to win, three to tie. Ronan would not settle for a tie.

Ronan approached the tee and set his ball on it. He stepped back and tried to access the best angle to hit the ball. He rounded the ball a few times and lined up his putter. He got down on one knee to get a better line of sight.

“We don’t have all day, old man.” Opal said behind him.

“What? You getting nervous? Think I might actually win?” Ronan retorted as he stood back up and positioned himself behind the ball.

“Ha, you wish!”

Ronan pulled his putter back and swung. Time seemed to slow and his club made contact with the ball. The ball rolled down the course straight towards the hole in the windmill. Ronan tried to time it so the ball would just miss the windmill’s blades. Ronan crouched onto his haunches and watched the ball roll right through the windmill’s opening.

He and Opal both raced around to the other side of the windmill to see where the ball had stopped. When they arrived to the other side the ball was no where to be seen. Ronan looked around panicked. He swore loudly. The ball was no where to be found. It must have gotten stuck in the windmill.

He turned to find Opal standing over the hole with a disbelieving look on her face. Ronan slowly walked over to the hole, telling himself not to get too excited yet. This could all be some kind of joke that Opal was pulling to try and psych him out. There was no way the ball actually went into the hole on the first swing.

When Ronan got to the hole he bent down and peered inside. Sure enough his bright orange ball was sitting on top of Opal’s bright yellow ball.

Ronan bolted up from his position, golf club above his head, and cheered loudly.

“HA! Whatcha gotta say now sucker?” Ronan was gloating at Opal, oblivious to his surroundings.

“Ronan?” A familiar voice said from behind him, a slight laugh behind the word.

Ronan froze, mid-victory dance. He had forgotten that the whole reason he was here was to stop Adam and Blue from having too much fun on their date.

“Parrish, what are you doing here?” Ronan said and he slowly turned to face Adam.

Adam let out a small laugh.

“Well, I’m here because I left my jacket behind accidentally. If you’re asking why I’m mini-golfing, I brought Blue as an apology for the way things ended between us a while back. We’re trying to get back to being friends.” Adam explain thoroughly.

“What are you doing here? And who is this?” Adam continued, gesturing towards Opal.

Ronan didn’t answer right away. His brain was still stuck on the fact that Adam just said that things between him and Blue were over, and had been for a while apparently. Adam was staring at Ronan, waiting for some explanation.

“Uh….this is my…cousin. Opal.” Ronan glanced at Opal and have her his best “just go with it” face.

Opal looked like she was going to dispute Ronan’s claims, but closed her mouth giving Ronan an “okay, but you owe me” look back.

Ronan looked back to Adam and gave him a nod. “Yes, Opal. My cousin. Opal, this is my friend Adam.”

Adam held out his hand for Opal to shake, “It’s very nice to meet you Opal. Ronan didn’t mention he had family coming in to visit.”

Adam turned back to Ronan, still not looking 100% convinced of his story.

“Okay, well then. I guess I will leave you guys to it.” Adam said as he grabbed his coat and stood awkwardly looking from Opal to Ronan. He looked like he wanted to say something more to Ronan, but didn’t as he turned to walk away.

When Adam was out of earshot Opal punched Ronan in the arm hard.

“Ouch, kid! What was that for?” Ronan yelped while rubbing his arm.

“That was for lying and telling him I was your cousin.” And she punched him again, “And that was for being stupid and not asking him to stay and hang out with you.”

“Hey! He is here with Blue. He doesn’t want to hang out with me.” Ronan said defensively. He could not believe an eleven year old girl could punch so hard.

Opal let out a huff of disbelieving laughter. “Yeah, okay, he wasn’t obviously hovering to see if you would ask him to stay.”

“Why would he want me to ask him to stay?!” Ronan asked, starting to get irritated at this entire conversation. “He’s here with Blue! He would much rather hang out with her.”

Opal rolled her eyes at him and sighed. “Guys are so stupid,” she mumbled under he breath. “Okay look Ronan. Adam went out of his way to make sure you knew that he was here with Blue as just friends. He could have just said he was here with Blue and left it at that. Why would he care if you knew that he and Blue weren’t together? And honestly, he couldn’t have been more obvious. He was giving you heart eyes the entire time he was watching you celebrate.”

“No. There’s no way…” Ronan trailed off as what Opal said sunk in. Realization hit Ronan like a brick wall as the past few weeks of interactions with Adam realigned themselves in his mind.

He tried to think back to when the last time he actually saw Adam and Blue do anything remotely couple-y, he couldn’t remember. But he did remember Adam sitting by him more often at Ninos and Adam opting to ride with Ronan in the BMW instead of the Pig when they had to take two cars. He flashed back to Adam sitting a little closer than necessary to him on the couch at Monmouth while watching some history thing with Gansey.

Ronan turned and ran after Adam. He caught him by the elbow as Adam had his hand on the door to go back inside the building. Adam turned around to face Ronan, surprised.

“Ronan, what…”

Ronan pulled Adam into a kiss before he could finish the thought. Ronan felt Adam still beneath him, but slowly the tension released from Adam and he was returning the kiss.

Ronan had never been good with words and he figured this was as good a way as any to let Adam know how he felt. They pulled away from each other and Adam just blinked at Ronan, his hand coming up to his lips.

“Do you want to hang out for a bit?” Ronan asked shyly, rubbing his hand over his shaved head.

Adam’s face broke into a beautiful smile.

“Yeah! I mean…shit. Blue…” Adam started as his face fell.

“Just give her your keys so she can go and I can take you home later?” Ronan suggested hopefully.

The smile lit Adam’s face again.

“Yeah! Okay! Just wait here!”

Ronan watched as Adam walked back inside to give the keys to Blue. He turned back to thank Opal but she wasn’t there any more. Adam jogged back to his side and slide his hand into Ronan’s.

“You any good at mini-golfing?” Adam asked.

“Parrish, you have no idea.” Ronan replied with a wicked grin.

They made their way back to the first hole, hand in hand.