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The Taming : Part One

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 6k

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PROLOGUE | MASTERLIST | PART TWO

IMPORTANT NOTE* now that i have the 10 spots filled from the 500 followers celebration request opening, the taming will be paused. but i didn't want to get started on those before giving at least the first part to this series. so, please be patient as i complete those requests. i am way too excited about this new series & am antsy to get back to it.

An innocent yet coy smile appeared on your face as your three closest friends raised their glasses in your honor. The four of you were seated at one of the most sought-after tables in Luna Lounge, a fine dining restaurant at the top of one the tallest buildings in Metropolis with views to die for. The restaurant was dimly lit to ensure an intimate setting, the tablecloths were finely made & imported from Morocco, the head chef a Michelin renowned creator who hailed from Croatia. Most people made reservations at the restaurant a year or two in advance, but the four of you only made one an hour ago. It was power to have your name mean something.

“Happy birthday, baby!” Your oldest friend, Nicola, cheered as she clinked her glass of white wine against your own.

Ariana & Olivia in turn clinked theirs together in celebration. You smirked at your three best friends as their eyes caught your own. Friends like these were hard to come by. Of course, it helped that they were of the same class as you. Olivia was an influencer with over 5 million followers & she achieved this goal by learning the ropes from her public relations father. Her mother, an art director at one of the most sought-after art galleries in the city, inspired Olivia’s content to travel the world & model for famous artists alike. She was the muse of many. And she loved to use that to her benefit, stealing the hearts of men & women alike. But while she was a heartbreaker, she too was hardly ever single, couldn’t be. Olivia didn’t know how to be alone. It was her only flaw.

Nicola as well was no stranger to the finer things in life. Her world-famous architect father built the building the four of you were currently dining in & her mother was a former socialite from her younger days turned Pilates instructor for the rich & famous. A lot like Olivia, Nicola was in the social media field but she was only managed accounts of the up & coming influential. Everyone wanted Nicola as their manager. Yet she was hard to get to. Nicola was a complex character that could bounce back easily from being playful to dead serious & tough on her clients. No one knew which direction she would go in. Of course, except for you.

And then there was Ariana. Unlike the three of you who grew up in wealth, Ariana’s mother walked away from it. Your aunt, Ariana’s mother, was thick as thieves with your mother, but as she grew older she rejected the silver spoon lifestyle. She wanted a normal life. A boring life. So, she fell in love with a mere mailman & lived in a two bedroom in the Metropolis suburbs. But you never faulted Ariana for her mother’s choice. As soon as Ariana turned 18 & moved to the city to attend university, you took her under your wing. You moved her into your condo apartment & introduced her to the life her mother deprived her of.

But Ariana, even after four years, still struggled with the change. She was too shy, humble, non-confrontational. You almost pitied her, but never showed it. She looked up to you despite being a couple months older than you. It was a shame her mother kept her from a life that would make her as tough & confident as it had the rest of you.

Then there was you. Your father was a name that meant something in the medical field. You knew he was a pathologist but, did you know what that entailed? Absolutely not. You only knew he travel all over the world & lead the fight against cancer. It was admirable, sure, but boy, you thought it had to be quite mundane. Your mother, on the other hand, was a retired equestrian who competed in the Olympics & won all her events. Thanks to their successes, you were given everything you could ever want in life. Even men. But those you could do without. The only thing men ever did for you was act as a form of amusement. Your guilty pleasure.

The only people you needed in your life, apart from your parents & siblings, was the three girls at your table. They were the only ones who loved you unconditionally. Everyone else either wanted to be you, be with you, or loathed your existence entirely. You were a Metropolis princess blissfully living her life in her ivory tower. And as long as your three closest friends were with you, there was nothing the world could say or do to hurt you. They made sure of it.

Now, the four of you celebrated your 22nd birthday. Your birthday was always a night to remember. There was order to it. You always slept in to get your beauty rest & when you woke Ariana was there with your favorite black coffee, the beans personally roasted & imported to you from Colombia. After Ariana & you were served breakfast by your kitchen staff, the two of you would meet with Olivia at a famous luxurious spa for manicures, pedicures, deep soothing massages, all followed by the full body organic exfoliation glow package. Then Nicola would meet the three of you at your favorite bistro for lunch. After lunch, the four of you would go shopping for your birthday celebration festivities.

Tonight’s outfit’s were another for the books. All of you were impeccably dressed for dinner & then the club after. You wore a $300 dress that you knew you would surely only wear once. But the color & fit of the dress made you appear as angelic as you felt. And the cape-sleeve wool jacket you wore was $3000. It looked as divine as it felt. The girls wore dresses fitting to their personalities. Ariana wore a dress that you insisted on purchasing for her. It was $900 & only one of the few items in her closet that whose retail price was over $100, but it was to her French country style tastes. How could she say no? And she didn’t. Ariana never said no to you.

Olivia’s dress was less than $200 but the real money came from the 100% Alpaca wool coat she wore, a $1700 purchase. Nicola’s dress was $500 & framed her tall, slender body agonizingly so. She would be the belle of the ball. Which you were okay with. It was always between the two of you who stole the attention in the room when you both walked in, & as long as it was one of you, you were unbothered, your birthday be damned. Nicola’s birthday would be in a couple months, you would just return the gesture & outshine her. She would think it cute & devious. Just like you.

“Uh oh.” Olivia mouthed, turning her phone towards you. What you saw forced you to roll your eyes. “Andrew & Jane are at Club 22 tonight.”

“What a snake.” Nicola commented, sipping from her glass of wine, “You know she knows it’s your birthday. She just wants to get under your skin.”

“With your ex, no less.” Olivia added.

“Calling him my ‘ex’ is an insult, Liv.” You narrowed your eyes across the table towards her, “He was a quick & disappointing hook-up from high school. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Olivia giggled at that as she peered at the selfie Jane had posted to her social media account, “He likes to spin the story another way.”

“Yes, I know.” You breathed out, recalling how Andrew Wong used your alleged romantic relationship to land his first modeling gig. The designer was a fan of your mother & hoped to use you as the face for her debut collection that year. “But only those who matter know that all Andrew is to me was a waste of five minutes of my life.”

“Besides,” Nicola began, “everyone also knows that if _____ truly wanted him back he would bend over backwards like a circus clown to please her. Andrew Wong is Andrew Whipped.”

You made a face of disgust, “Can we not talk about him as if he was actually my ex, do you mind? I have better things to do tonight then talk about one of my fan boys.”

Olivia & Nicola shared a laugh at your reaction. But it was Ariana who softened the moment, like always.

“He is a nice guy, _____.” She stared at you with her doe-like blue eyes, “Would it be that awful to give him a chance?”

Nicola & Olivia traded knowing looks at Ariana’s suggestion.

You smiled softly at Ari, placing your hand on top of hers, “Yes, Ari, it would be. Andrew Wong is nothing but a wanna-be fuckboy with mediocre good looks.”

“I’d sleep with him.” Olivia pursed her lips playfully.

“You already have!” Nicola slapped her arm.

“I don’t remember it though!” She smiled in response.

“Ugh, have at him, Liv, but we both know you could do much better.” You reminded her. But Olivia always shot well below her worth.

Ari was silent as the three of you laughed jovially among yourselves. You eyed her, growing mildly irritated at her solemn energy. Clearing your throat, you eyed Liv & Nic, “Girls, Ari & I are going to the bathroom really quick. Meet in the lobby?”

“Oh?” Nicola raised her brows challengingly, “And whose footing the bill?”

The three of you cackled in wealth.

“The restaurant, of course!” You & Liv replied in unison.

“Ari.” You caught her eyes, nodding with your head for her to follow you. She quickly stood & followed after you.

Once in the bathroom, you shut the door & locked it shut. It was a communal bathroom but you didn’t want to be disturbed as you reminded her cousin of what being in your world entailed.

“I’m sorry, alright.” She started as she leaned against one of the sinks. You stood beside her, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Don’t apologize.” You replied firmly, eyeing her in the mirror, “Women like us don’t know the word ‘sorry’.”

“You seem to always forget I’m not like you.” Ari mumbled, running her hands under the touchless faucet.

“Yes, you are.” You finally faced her. Then you took a step closer, “You could be even better than me if you gave a damn once in a while.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to be better than you? Or like you, in general?”

“No.” You quipped back, unbothered by her attempt to humanize you. “Because being me is…everything. Why wouldn’t you want that? Why wouldn’t anyone?”

Ari rolled her eyes before raising them to meet yours in the mirror, “Being rich & famous isn’t everything, _____.”

Now, it was your turn to roll your eyes. You bit your lip in frustration, turning back to stare at yourself in the mirror. You admired the blemish free glow of your skin, how your hair was perfectly kept, that the jewelry you wore tinkled. But the look in your eyes betrayed you. Fluttering your lids closed, you allowed yourself this one moment to sink to Ariana’s crudely middle-class behavior.

“I know.” You opened your eyes to look at her, “I know that, Ari. But it’s all I know. And I’m not ashamed of it.”

She smiled sadly, “I didn’t mean you should feel ashamed. Just, open your mind more.”

“I’ll try, okay?” You lied straight through your pearly whites. Pretending to be anything less than you were was a waste of your time.

“Maybe you can start by coming to visit mom with me one of these days.”

Alright. Middle-class thinking attempt aborted.

“Ari. No.” You hardened your eyes, “I’ve told you to not ask me that. Ever.”

“I don’t understand why you won’t see her! She’s family. She’s your family.”

“She’s a fucking fake.” You hissed, stepping closer to Ari. She stared wide-eyed at you, her whites beginning to water as you dug her mother another hole in the ground. “She ridiculed my parents publicly. Revealed the problematic nature of their marriage. Do you know how long it took my parents to recover from that?”

Ari parted her lips to respond but you cut her off, “No, you don’t, because your mother wrapped you up in bubble wrap & spoon-fed you lies about us. She is not my family. Do not ask me again.”

“Okay…” Ari whispered. “I’m sor—”

“Don’t. Apologize.” You glared at her.

The two of you stared at one another, though Ari’s was one full of regret. When she finally looked away, you inhaled sharply. Facing the mirror once more, you calmed your nerves down, shaking off the negative energy, “Now, can we have a good rest of the night? It’s my birthday, after all.”

“Of course, _____. Wouldn’t have it any other way…”

“Good.” You turned back to her before placing your finger under her chin & lifting her head to make her look at you. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

“Don’t cry.” Your voice softened but still carried the firm lilt, “Women like us don’t cry, either.”

Club 22 was at full capacity when the four of you arrived. It brought you great joy, though, as the four of you surpassed the line of people waiting to get in & walked directly up to the red rope.

“Denny!” Olivia hugged the 6’6”, 300 lb. bouncer that stood before the rope.

Denny, the bouncer who had been letting you all in since you were 18 & appeared intimidating to everyone who laid eyes on him, grinned widely, wrapping his large arms around Olivia’s thin frame.

“Evening, ladies.” He greeted all of you, “Your table is already set & ready for you in the loft lounge.”

“Thanks, Denny.” You raised onto your tip toes to kiss his cheek. He blushed like a schoolboy, “You’re a gem.”

“And you look like an angel, Miss. _____. Should I call in extra security to secure the boys in their keep their paws off?” He jokes.

You laughed in return, but shrugged, “Maybe. But the only prince I need to save me is you.”

Denny was one of the very, very few men outside of your family that you enjoyed. He was kind, genuine, & made it duty to protect the reputation of the club, & most of all, the four of you. He was also gay. So, you never worried about his thoughts growing worrisome towards any of the female population.

“You ladies have a good night.” He reattached the rope to the metal bar as the four of you approached the door, “And happy birthday, _____.”

“Happy, indeed.” You grinned back.

The inside of Club 22 was packed, but despite that, another bouncer led the four of you through the sea of people & to the stairs along the right wall. He unlatched the deep purple rope there & the four of you climbed. At the top, in the loft lounge, was three sets of private tables that overlooked the main floor of the club. The loft lounge even had its own bar. A waitress at the top of the stairs greeted the four of you before leading you to the furthest table. At the center of the table was a 3 liter bottle of Belvedere vodka. Your favorite.

“Awh, Nic.” You slinked your arm through hers, “You shouldn’t have.”

“Nothing but the best for my baby.” She kissed your temple as the four of you slid into the booths, you & Nic on one side, Liv & Ari on the other. The waitress was quick to remove the cap from the bottle & poured each of you a shot.

“If you need anything else, ladies, I’ll be nearby.”

“Thanks, Anais.” Nic smiled after her. Olivia followed her as well, but her eyes were filled with desire instead.

“God, Liv, you’re no better than our lesser sex.” You commented as Liv feigned innocence.

“What?” She laughed despite being caught ogling the waitress, “She’s beautiful.”

“She’s also a finance student at M.U.” Nic informed her.

“Oh.” Liv frowned, “Boring.”

Nic shook her head in disbelief but was still smiling. Grabbing her shot glass, she raised the liquor & the three of you followed suit.

“To a very happy birthday for my dearest friend.” Nic eyed you lovingly, “You are a good person, despite your appearances.”

You feigned offense but winked in return.

“And we couldn’t be prouder to call you sister. I love you so very much, & I would end the lives of everyone in this club if it meant you were happy.”

You saw in the corner of your eye as Ari’s eyes widened in concern at that. But Nic was joking. Ari knew better, & you didn’t have the energy nor time to remind Ari to woman up.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You teased.

“We love you, girl!” Liv cheered, “Happy birthday!”

The four of you took your respective shots. The smooth burn of the vodka gave you chills & warmed your blood at the same time. You felt completely & totally in bliss. Tonight was your birthday. And you’d make the most of it.

Your birthday was going as perfectly as possible. After a few more shots, Liv finally convinced you to follow the rest of them down to the main floor to dance among the less fortunate. Most of the time, you were happy enough to dance against the loft railing, smiling wealthily down at those who wished they could be where you stood. But for tonight, you felt it was more important to dance with your girls & let loose, class system be damned.

Devilish by Chase Atlantic was blaring over the speakers as the DJ for the night remixed the music, making it slightly more club-sounding for the partiers. Liv was quick to find a man to dance with, who she shamelessly grinded against, & so you were quick to turn your back on the sight. You had given up a long time ago on leading Olivia down the anti-men path. She was a sucker for attention & most men were more than happy to give her as such.

So, it was you, Nic, & Ari dancing with one another as the music moved your bodies. Ari, finally, had loosened up thanks to the alcohol coursing her system. Her face was flushed but in all the right places, making her look like a perfect antique French doll. You reminded yourself you’d have to keep an eye on her. She was an easy target for the pool of predators in the club. Nic, on the other hand, took as much pleasure in turning her back on the men who attempted to dance with her as you did watching it happen. Nic, unlike Liv who starved for attention & Ari who didn’t know what to do with it when it happened, used it as only an example for anyone nearby who thought they could approach you all. It was your favorite thing about Nic. She was a girls’ girl, & tonight was her number one girls birthday. No man would be infiltrating the night.

That was until you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

The fucking audacity of these boys.

Spinning around where you stood, you were prepared to tell off the idiot who had the gall to put his hands on you when your eyes met familiar dark brown ones.

Andrew smirked knowingly, his eyes shamelessly casting the length of you.

“You look beautiful, _____.” He leaned closer to say into your ear as the music reverberated the whole room.

“I know.” You returned snarkily but gave him a winning smile, nonetheless.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, his hands trailing further down to your butt.

You were quick to snatch his wrists, “You shouldn’t have come over here without one.”

He licked his lips, hungry, but nodded, “I’ll be right back.”

When he disappeared among the sea of the people, you rolled your eyes & turned back to Nic. The look on her face revealed that she had seen the whole interaction. You leaned into her, “I’ll be in the loft. When Andrew returns, pour my drink on him.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.” She smiled devilishly.

As you turned to leave the floor, you snaked your hand around Ari’s wrist & dragged her behind you. She didn’t resist, still dancing as she blindly followed behind you. The two of you climbed the stairs to the loft lounge & returned to your reserved booth where your coats & clutches waited. There was still half a bottle of Belvedere left. Ari made to move towards it but you stopped her. She had had enough. Anymore & she would likely stumble into the arms of the worst kind of guy.

You spotted the waitress at the next table & raised your brows. She was quick to come to your table, “What can I get for you, ladies?”

“Water, please.”

“Right back.”

When she disappeared, you watched as Ari stood against the railing, dancing out of time with the music but she was happy. A wide smile on her face. It wasn’t often that you saw her smile that big so you didn’t care if others snickered at her dancing. She was, quite literally, living her best life. And who were you to stop her when you were only wanting just that for her.

You joined her at the railing. You stood proudly, overlooking the crowd below you as they all danced & only grew to be more drunk & as in bliss as you. It was the only time people like them could forget that they would never be where you stood.

A movement near the center of the floor below you drew your attention, & a coy smile appeared on your lips as you watched Andrew return to where Nic danced, two drinks in his hand. You watched as his mouth moved & Nic turned to face him. She accepted the drink before saying something in return. You knew she was only souring the blow she was about to deliver. Then, Nic raised the cocktail Andrew had brought over & poured it over his chest. His maude colored button up became soaked & three shades darker. He snarled at Nic, tossing his other drink onto the floor. The sound of glass breaking drew the attention of everyone.

Security was quick to circle your ill-fated high school hook-up & yank on his arms to haul him away. Nic only laughed as she watched him get pulled closer to the exit. She waved good-bye. Then Andrew’s eyes rose to yours, finding you perched on your throne. Though you couldn’t hear him over the music & distance, you knew well-enough he mouthed ‘fuck you’.

�� You blew him a kiss.

Your eyes returned to Nic’s on the floor & she winked up at you. Fortunately, Ari was too inebriated beside you to know what had just occurred, & for that you were grateful because you would’ve had gotten an ear full for being a ‘mean girl’. But you would, of course, argue that you weren’t mean. Just real. And silly little boys like Andrew needed to be reminded of the reality that he would never be good enough for you. No one was.

“Here’s your waters, ladies.” The waitress returned with two chilled glasses of water along with a carafe for refilling. You smiled a thanks towards her before she returned to her other tables. You snatched Ari by her wrist yet again & forced her to sit down. You handed her a glass of water, “Drink.”

She brought the glass to her lips but never stopped moving her upper body to the music. You were glad she was enjoying your birthday as much as you were.

While Ari nursed her hydration, you returned to the railing. Nic was still dancing by herself, feeling the music. But you had yet to see Liv. Your eyes searched the sea of people for her silk orange dress. However, as you did, your eyes met those of another.

He was sitting in a booth near the dance floor, but the booth was empty. He was the only one sitting there, & judging off how there was no sign of others sitting with him: cellphones left on the table, a bottle at the center of the table, thrown about coats, nothing of the sort, you wondered what the hell he was doing. And why the hell he was looking at you.

What threw you off most was that he was already looking at you when your eyes met his. Like he had been watching you. Normally that wouldn’t bother you. You were used to men watching you, longing after you, but he was different. Annoyingly so. He wasn’t smiling up at you in an attempt to draw you towards him. He wasn’t even eyeing you like he wanted to undress you. He was simply…staring. Watching. Like one does when they’re at a museum & are unimpressed by what they see so they just look at the barren walls in between art pieces.

His hair was dark, tussled & curling near his forehead. He wore a black button up, though the top three buttons were undone, revealing, even from this distance, a well-sculpted chest. To most, if not all, women he was a dangerously sexy man. The aura that surrounded him was without a doubt the kind that drew women like Olivia towards him. Yet there was no woman on his arm.

You were unable to look away. Your eyes locked on one another. But there was no desire or need you were picking up from him. And it was unsettling you. But you were never one to lose a stare down, especially when it came to the perfect stranger. If this man wanted to challenge you on your greatest strength, you were more than happy to show him that you weren’t intimidated by him. As you two continued staring at one another across a sea of people & a level in height between you, neither of you blinked. You had each other in a vice-like grip. And neither were letting go.

A squeal sounded behind you, breaking your reverie. You spun around as Liv appeared, having stumbled into the booth, an unknown male on her arm.

“Who the fuck is this?” You questioned, glaring hotly at the guy who had his cast over Liv’s shoulders.

“Um.” Liv pressed her lips together as she stared at the person in question, “Ethan?”

“Eddie.” He laughed, unbothered that a drunken woman couldn’t even recall his name. It was a disgusting name, regardless.

“Eddie.” You announced his name, stealing his attention, “Beat it.”

“What? But she—”

“And I say beat. It.” You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest.

Liv sighed by waved him away, “Thanks for the dance.”

Eddie glanced grossly between you & Liv, likely waiting for you to say, ‘just kidding’! But you were not a kidder.

He ultimately left but not before mouthing under his breath, “Bitches.”

You rolled your eyes, before eyeing Liv.

“What?” She shrugged, “He was hot.”

“His name was Eddie.”

“I don’t need to know their names to have a good night.” She returned playfully. She reached for the bottle of Belvedere but you smacked her hand, pointing at the water.

“We’re leaving soon. Drink up.”

Liv rolled her eyes but did as you told. It wasn’t unheard of for you & Liv to get into your tiffs but fortunately an alcoholic state of mind made her more suggestive. That was good for you, but bad for her & her taste in men. You were only looking out for her.

Ari & Liv fell into a light conversation that you couldn’t care to be a part of so you turned back to the railing. It was only then that you remembered being in a stare-down with that stranger. Your eyes flicked back to his table but it was empty. You then searched for him among the people but never found him. He was gone. You sneered internally to yourself. He had won. And being a loser never sat well with you.

The subway jostled as it sped through the underground tunnels of Metropolis. The car was packed with Friday night partiers as most were either returning home in a drunken fit or in search of a party that would continue to morning. But you were determined to get your girls home safe & sound.

Liv was sitting on a bench, her head resting against the window as she drunkenly slept with her mouth hanging open. You shook your head, your eyes meeting Nic’s.

“You sure you can handle her?” You questioned, holding onto a pole for stability as people moved to & fro within the packed subway car.

Nic rolled her eyes, “Yes, I already called my driver. He’ll be waiting for us at the entrance once we get to our stop. She’ll be in bed within 20 minutes.”

You nodded. As long as Liv went home alone. As long as man didn’t go home with her to take advantage of her.

Beside you, Ari loosely held onto a pole herself. She was sobering up at this point but still had reddened cheeks, evident of her night of fun. You watched her in the corner of your eye. Your own driver would be waiting for the two of you at your stop that was three after Liv & Nic’s. It was hell to get your driver’s down to the clubbing district on the weekends. The local law enforcement closed down multiple streets so bar & club hoppers alike could freely walk, stumble, fall across streets without worrying about getting maimed by another drunk driver. The city’s heart was in the right place, looking out for the regular civilians, but people like you & your girls needed your drivers. Because when you didn’t, you were forced to take the subway with the rest of the Metropolis population. It made your skin crawl but you had gotten used to it.

You checked the time on your phone & it was nearly three in the morning. You were looking forward to getting Ari into bed before taking a hot shower & crawling into your own. Tomorrow you would sleep for as long as you wanted before getting ready for another night out at the clubs.

“You have a good birthday, baby?” Nic asked, stealing your attention.

You gave her a closed smile, nodding, “Yes, darling, I did. Thank you.”

She scrunched her nose cutely up at you.

The subway shifted suddenly & everyone who was standing stumbled along with it. In your peripheral, you watched as Ari’s fingers slipped from the pole & she fell backwards. You threw out an arm to try & catch her but before you could, another caught her. Ari oof’d as she fell into the lap of a man sitting opposite you & your friends. He wore a plain black baseball cap that hung low, covering half of his face.

His hands caught Ari by the waist but she was sitting fully in his lap. Like a fucking kid asking for a gift from fucking Santa Claus. Your blood boiled over. You were quick to snatch Ari by the wrist & yank her upwards off the creep’s lap.

“Sorry.” She slurred, clinging to you as you pushed her backwards towards Nic.

“S’okay.” The man looked up to smile at Ari.

You glared past his thick framed glasses. He must’ve feel your stare because then shifted his eyes toward yours. You felt your heart hammer in your chest. The stranger from the club?! But he…

Your eyes cast down his body as he remained sitting on his side of the subway car. He wore a black bomber jacket zipped all the way up to his neck & a pair of plain black denim jeans. His shoes were all black as well. He looked normal. Perhaps a bartender one his way home from a late night. But when your eyes returned to his face, you continued to peer past his glasses.

He looked eerily like the man from the club, yet so different. You watched as his thick brows creased in confusion, “Are you okay?”

His questioned snapped you out of your inspection.

“Don’t touch her.” You bit out.

The man scoffed, returning your glare, “She fell into me.”

“I don’t care, keep your filthy hands off.”

“_____.” Nic voiced behind you. You whipped your head in her direction, “He was just helping.”

“Yeah.” You turned back to glare at him, “Helping himself to a handful.”

“Alright.” He raised his hands in defense, “I see where this is going. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t lay a finger on someone like you.”

“And what does that mean?” You stepped forward so you were standing directly in front of him.

“Means I can’t afford women of your stature.” He replied cooly, returning your stare from behind his lenses.

“You’re right.” You snarled, “You can’t.”

“Women like you cost much more than you’re worth for a night.”

The insinuation pushed you over the edge.

“We are not whores!” You yelled, drawing the attention of other late night travelers.

“Whatever you say.” The man responded, unfazed by your offensive stance.

“_____!” Nic said your name firmly, “Leave it alone.”

“This guy thinks he can call us prostitutes & get away with it.” You argued back but your eyes never left his.

The man stood then & you were forced to take a step back. When he was sitting down, he didn’t look to be so large. But when he rose to his full height, his head was only a few inches below the ceiling of the subway. He stepped closer, closing the distance between the two of you, his voice lowering, “I was calling you escorts. Classier.”

“You motherfuck—”

“_____!” Nic raised her voice, but something in her tone made you finally look at her. When you did, she nodded towards the rest of the subway train. You followed her line of sight & noticed how a handful of people had their cellphones out & were recording your heated debate with yet another perfect stranger.

The last thing you wanted was to have a video of you drunkenly fighting with a nobody in public & having it posted to social media with your username tagged. You would ever hear the end of it from your parents.

Swallowing the bitter taste of your anger, you backed down. But only for your parents. If it was just you & the man, you’d lash him with your tongue.

“Careful.” He said lowly, low enough for only you to hear, “_____.”

The sound of your name coming from his mouth made your spine tingle. You turned to glare at him but felt as Nic pulled you back to your side of the subway car. The man remained standing, his eyes never leaving yours.

The subway stopped then & the doors hissed open. The man reached behind him to gather a messenger bag he had left on the bench.

“Ladies.” He nodded once in your direction before making way for the doors. But as he did, he looked at you once more. And there it was. You saw it.

That same look from the man in the club. He was staring unfeelingly. And you were the wall between pieces of framed art.

It was him!

But as quickly as you realized who he was, the doors hissed closed & the subway began moving again.

You felt your heart racing, & sweat had began collecting in the pits of your arms. You shuffled out of your coat, tossing it into Liv’s unconscious lap, frustrated.

“Calm down.” Nic ordered as she still kept Ari tucked against her.

“I am.” You bit back.

“No, you’re losing it.” Nic shook her head, “Remember, women like us don’t lose control.”

You nodded but said nothing more, unable to trust yourself. Nicola was right. Women like you didn’t lose control. Not ever, not for a second, not even when having been drinking. But that man, that fucking perfect stranger, he made you lose all control. You felt jilted, made a fool of.

That would never happen again.

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For the Night

AN: Everything was good until it wasn't

Synopsis: You and Jack have been friends with benefits for a little over a year. When you suddenly become pregnant, you both have a huge decision to make.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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You had just finished your last class of the day and was thankful to be able to collapse on your king sized bed in your new condo that your parents had recently gifted you. You had been on overdrive for the past few weeks and was longing for some type of break. That was when your phone went off signaling that you had a text.

A text from one of your favorite people in your life currently.

The two of you had crossed paths during the Creme De La Creme tour in your hometown of Atlanta and that was all she wrote. That led to texts, facetime calls, and eventually a friend with benefits type of situation.

You knew when you heard his ringtone, it could be multiple things.

Sex, meeting up at a secluded spot, or simply talking because he missed your company.

You could admit that ever since you began your friends with benefits situation with Jack, you really didn’t give any attention to anyone else. It’s not the fact that you eventually expected a relationship with him because you didn’t. You were simply focusing on yourself and there was no time for you to get distracted. You were currently getting your second degree at Clark Atlanta University in the hopes of eventually owning your own business.

Smush- I miss you, you busy?

You- It depends

Smush- Stink, stop playing

You- What you want white boy?

Smush- You know what I want so cut the shit

You- If you ask nicely, I just MIGHT say yes

Smush- I haven’t been in that pussy for about a month, you know you want this dick

You- I have a vibrator

Smush- Oh, so your vibrator is on the same level as me? Shit, say less and I’m about to return this Birkin I got for you

You- I’m playing smush!! I just got back home so come through whenever. Sooo, what color is my Birkin?

Smush- attitude left your ass real quick huh? 🙄

You- Just hurry up

Smush- You was just trying to dodge me and now you’re rushing me? Can’t have it both ways princess

You- I can do what I want and there isn’t a damn thing you’re going to do about it

Smush- Keep that same energy. Face down, ass up and it’s clear you need that attitude fucked out of you

You- Come and get me then

—-

“Uh huh, talked all that shit and now look. Can’t even take it.” Jack said while letting out a small laugh as he continued to pound into you.

Clothes were immediately thrown onto the floor as soon as he laid his eyes on you, not missing a beat.

“Fuck you.” You managed to squeak out between moaning Jack’s name.

“That attitude is still there, I see. Stop fucking running from me.”

“Nobody is running from you.” You said in between breaths.

“I literally just almost had to stop you from falling off the bed. You sure about that princess?”

You went quiet and was now halfway off of the bed again which earned another laugh from Jack.

“Get your ass back here and I asked you a question.”

“You get on my nerves.”

“Hmm, as good as I make you feel, I get on your nerves?” Jack leaned down to whisper in your ear before kissing the shell of it.

You were weak as hell for this man and didn’t really care if he knew.

“Hmm princess?”

“Yes!”

Jack had sped up his pace going in and out of you when he finally came and immediately flipped you over so that you were now laying on your back and began to eat you out again.

“Oh shit.” Your hands immediately went into his curly hair and you could just imagine the smirk that was on his face.

“You better spread your legs and give me some damn room down here. I know you want this, so act like it.”

—

The both of you were now lying in a comfortable silence with you resting your head on his chest and for some reason, you could feel that something was off about him.

“Smush?”

“Hmm?” Jack had his eyes closed and wasn’t looking at you as he responded.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I can tell when something is on your mind and right now the vibe I’m getting isn’t a good one.”

Jack sighed before opening his eyes to look down at you.

“I’m just overwhelmed. I know that this is what I asked for but it seems like I haven’t really been able to catch a break.”

“And I told you about that too.” You said while looking up at him with a disapproved look on your face.

“I know, but…”

“You seriously need to slow down sometimes.”

“Aww, is my stink worried about me?”

“If you don’t shut the hell up, I’ll take that right back.”

“Nah, I really do appreciate you though, but I’ll be fine, promise.” Jack said, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll always be here for you. You know that.”

“I know. Same goes for you.”

“How long do I have you for?” You curiously asked hoping for it to be longer than it was last time.

“Hmm, as long as my stink wants me here.”

“If that’s the case, your fans aren’t about to see you until 2025.”

“Not if you want me to buy you another Birkin. Those shits are fucking expensive.”

“Oh, well in that case, you can leave now.”

“Damn, it’s like that?!”

“I want a black one next.”

“You have a birthday coming up so I’ll see what I can do.”

You then reached up to place a kiss on Jack’s cheek, but he immediately turned his head so your lips could meet.

Jack immediately deepened it and flipped the both of you over so that you were now under him and slowly slid into you.

“You can give me one more round, can’t you princess?”

—

You hadn’t been feeling well for the past few days and despite your protests, your best friend Jessica was trying to convince you to take a pregnancy test and you just weren’t giving in. There was no way in the world that you could be pregnant.

“Jess! I am not taking one!”

“Why not?!? You told me that you and Mr. Sneaky Link were doing some nasty ass shit a little while ago so you should take one!”

“But he wore a condom! It’s probably just a stomach bug or something.”

“Oh yeah it is something. A WHOLE BABY!”

“JESSICAAAAA NO IT’S NOT!”

“Then take the damn test! Prove me wrong!”

You looked at the bag that she had shoved towards you and opened it to see that there were a total of six tests in the bag.

“What do I need all of these for?!”

“To make sure it’s accurate! Come on, go pee on the sticks.” Jess said as she was pushing you towards your bathroom and all you could do was roll your eyes.

“Fine, stop pushing!”

“I’ll be waiting out here!”

Once you had taken all six of them, you went back out into your bedroom to see that Jess had now helped herself to your snack drawer and was surrounded by snickers, reese’s, popcorn, and soda.

“I figured we could use some snacks to take your mind off of everything.”

You had suddenly gotten quiet.

“Jess… what if I actually am pregnant?”

“Then you have to tell him obviously and pause. How come you never even told me his name? What does he do for a living? You and my niece or nephew can’t be out here struggling.”

You had now become more interested in the bracelet that Jack had given you that was on your left wrist.

“Y/N…..?”

“I can’t tell you or at least I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Bitch, I am literally your best friend so what the fuck is that about?”

“I had to sign an NDA.”

“Oh shit. Bitch, this is really serious.”

“Look, if I tell you who it is, it cannot leave this room because I literally cannot have him mad at me especially when I might be carrying his baby.”

“You are carrying his baby. No doubt about it. Is he like a CEO? Got a wife and kids already? NBA player? NFL? Baseball? Hockey? Soccer? Oh shit, it’s Drake isn’t it?”

“No.”

“Would you come out with it already?!”

Just then the timer on your phone went off signaling that it was time for you to see if you were pregnant or not.

You immediately dodged Jessica’s questions and made a beeline for the bathroom with her hot on your trail.

And there it was on the bathroom counter.

Six different tests.

All positive.

“Bitch, don’t think you can just dodge me. Oh.” Jess said as she looked down at the counter to see that they were all in fact positive.

“Jess, my sneaky link is Jack Harlow.”

“BITCHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

—-

"Pick up, pick up, pick up." You were muttering to yourself as you called him on facetime for the fourth time today.

You didn't know if it was the butterflies in your stomach or the morning sickness that was making you want to throw up at this very moment.

You knew he would be back in the next few weeks, but you definitely couldn't wait that long to tell him.

You were about to burst and you had no idea how he was about to take this. If he were to take it like you did, then you knew that this wasn't going to end well.

The two of you weren't even in a relationship.

Would you even consider the two of you friends?

To a certain extent, yes.

Friends that would fuck each other’s brains out every time they saw one another.

But do friends get their friends pregnant?

This was definitely not on your 2022 bingo card.

"Y/N, what is going on? You miss me that much already? I just saw you two weeks ago." Jack answered in a joking manner.

Finally

But he wouldn’t be in a joking manner for long.

"I have to tell you something and this can't wait until I see you in person."

His facial expression then softened once he saw how much of a panic that you were in.

"Stink, you got me nervous. Whatever it is, we can fix it, you always worry too much."

And that’s when you blurted it out.

"Jack, I'm pregnant and I've taken 6 tests and I went to the doctor earlier today to confirm it."

That was when you saw all of the color drain from his face.

“Uh, stink, lemme call you back.”

Without another word, he hung up and you immediately started to cry.

“I knew it, I fucking knew it.”

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last night, Clark apparently felt he had not received enough snuggles during the rabbit-mandated Family Bunny Cuddle Session. he really didn't want to be picked up and taken back to his enormous custom built condo, where he had a bowl of fresh greens and a slice of banana waiting for him.

and for reasons that remain mysterious to all of us, he decided the most effective way to avoid such a catastrophe was apparently to... climb on top of Squiggles? and just... sit like that?

and to his credit, it did work. me and my parents were so baffled we just let him stay in the room for an additional 20 minutes just to see how long the situation would last. we weren't sure what would happen first; would Squiggles decide Clark wasn't allowed to use him like a chair any longer? would Clark lose his balance? some secret third option?

(it was the secret third option. my mom had to get up to go to the bathroom and couldn't stay there with them anymore.)

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KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

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Tillie wasn’t avoiding Calum. At least, she didn’t mean to. She just didn’t know what to say. So instead, she stuck to her safe zones whenever she found herself near him. Mostly, she just talked to Michael or whomever she was with that night as a romantic interest. For the last three months or so, that’s been Nick. Tonight will be no exception.

Tonight is the night of her annual Halloween party. Even before her music took off, Tillie always went all out for Halloween. Nowadays, it’s a scene filled with tons of other young musicians, influencers, models, and general creatives in LA. It was the event of the year in her social circles, and she loved it.

She normally goes all out for her costumes, and this year, although the costume was basic, was iconic. She had found a vintage red lace corset on Ebay a few months ago and ordered it instantly, deciding she’d build her costume around the piece.

She paired it with a matching red miniskirt, rhinestone-covered platform boots, and a sparkly pair of devil horns. Tillie knew she looked good, and she wanted everyone to see.

Per her request, Michael came early with his wife, looking very cute in their matching Avatar: The Last Airbender costumes. Nick had a training session today, so she knew he’d be late, and Tillie hated it when the first person who showed up was someone she didn’t know that well. Michael and Crystal filled the role quickly and brought a 12-pack of Tillie’s favorite beer: Pabst Blue Ribbon.

Now that the party has been going on for a few hours, Tillie’s condo is full of people and the space is vibrating with the music she has blasting. She lost Nick about thirty minutes ago when his teammates showed up and needed help finding the bathroom. Most of the thirty minutes she has spent on her balcony, both taking puffs from a joint and sipping her now empty can of beer.

Calum steps out for a smoke break, feeling claustrophobic and stressed about being in Tillie’s home since they’ve still not spoken in over a year. He’d seen Nick arrive an hour or two ago, so that confirmed she was still seeing him. He regretted taking shots before leaving his home once his stomach started to let him know it was unhappy with that choice.

He’s clammy and nauseous as he pulls his cigarettes out of his back pocket, lighting one up.

His heart nearly stops when he looks to his left and sees the devil sitting on a patio chair.

“Uh, hey, Tills,” he says. His mouth is so dry suddenly. It takes a lot of willpower not to stare at the sheer material of her corset top or the slight glossy sheen on her lips. His nausea feels amplified at the sight of her and the fact that they’re now trapped with each other. There’s no turning back now, for either of them.

“Hey, Cal.”

He doesn’t know what to say after that.

“I like your costume,” she says after he doesn’t say anything else.

He stares at the lit cigarette held between his fingers. “Thanks.” He felt incredibly basic putting his costume together. Clark Kent. Not exactly an original idea.

He wants to tell her she looks incredible, because, well, she does.

Tillie sighs, not sure how much else she can say with his limited conversation. She puts out her joint and stands up, pulling down the hem of her skirt. “I’ll leave you be,” she says quietly before she retreats to the safety of the dozens of people inside, being swallowed by a million more conversations that don’t include the awkwardness that is any interaction with Calum.

When she re-enters her home, she finds Michael talking to Ashton, both of them looking concerned.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, her eyes looking back and forth between the two of them. Strobing multicolor lights and an obnoxiously loud remix of ‘Thriller’ are the backdrop of their seemingly tense conversation.

They turn to face her and both of them go pale.

“Uh,” Ashton starts.

“Um,” Michael says, a panicked expression formed on her best friend’s face. “Nothing.”

Tillie rolls her eyes. “You’re both useless.”

Normal people would be curious about their conversation, but not Tillie. If they don’t want to tell her, she doesn’t particularly care. She sidesteps them, scanning the room for Nick so she can catch up with him. He’s tall enough that he’s easy to spot.

As she walks away, she catches a fragment of Michael and Ashton’s conversation.

“Guess they didn’t talk out there.”

She approaches Nick and his teammates, and they all start cheering and clapping. “There’s our stunningly sexy host!” Nick says, holding his arms out for Tillie to hug him, which she gladly does.

“Tills, this is great,” one of the guys says.

She flashes her smile at him. “Thanks, it’s my favorite part of the year.”

“Makes sense,” one of the other guys adds.

“Tillie’s been freaking out all week about getting everything in order,” Nick explains, which makes Tillie pinch his arm, hard. She doesn’t want people to know the painstaking effort she went through to put the party together. That’s not her vibe.

“I haven’t been freaking out. Just excited for the party of the year!” She reaches for Nick’s cup as she cheers, taking a big gulp of whatever concoction he has in the plastic container. “I’m gonna go get a refill, care to join me?”

Nick follows her like a lost puppy to her kitchen. Tillie grabs herself another can of PBR from her fridge while Nick just stands beside her. She also grabs a handful of peanut butter M&M’s and pops one into her mouth. Her man follows her lead and grabs a piece of candy. They stand there for a few minutes, their silence masked by the general chaos of everyone else in the kitchen, but Tillie freezes when Calum and Luke enter the kitchen.

Cal freezes in the doorway.

“I’ll grab you a vodka soda, Cal,” Luke says, knowing Calum is about to run away.

Calum stares at Tillie for a few seconds before ducking out of the room quickly, making Tillie sigh. She’s not going to do anything or say anything. She wishes they could just have a normal conversation again.

Tillie throws the last three of her M&M’s into her mouth before she grabs a solo cup and pops the cap off the large bottle of vodka on the table. She pours an ounce or so of the liquor in and then grabs a can of La Croix from the fridge, filling up the rest of the cup with it before handing it to Luke.

“I know how to make a vodka soda, Tillie,” Luke says. He’s laughing, making himself a rum and Coke.

“Can’t I do something nice for my friend?” She asks.

Luke eyes her. Tillie is a lot of things, but she is not the kind of person who just does something nice for people without being asked. It doesn’t make her a bad person or even a bad friend, but it’s something that sticks out to Luke when Tillie just makes a drink for Calum.

“You’re Luke, right?” Nick asks. He’d hung out with Michael a few more times since the VMA’s, but he hadn’t seen the rest of the 5SOS boys since then.

Luke smiles and nods. “Yeah, that’s me. Sorry, I know we haven’t really gotten to talk to each other yet, but I’ve heard great things from Tillie and Mike.”

Nick grins. “Well, she speaks highly of all of you. Her ‘four children’ is what she says whenever she talks about you.”

Tillie rolls her eyes. “I don’t speak that highly of them.”

“I mean, I feel like I know all of you based on how much she talks about you,” Nick adds. Tillie smacks him on the arm, wanting him to shut up. She hates talking about emotions and her feelings. She’d rather not have Nick share all her love for the boys of the band she’s spent so much of the last few years with.

“Aw, Tills! I knew you loved us.”

“Yeah, she does!” Nick says. He’s not great at taking hints. “Except, she doesn’t say much about one of you… I know you’re Luke, and there’s Mike, obviously, and then… Ashton? But there’s a fourth one.”

Tillie wants to kick him in the balls right then, but instead, she puts her beer can to her lips and chugs half of its contents.

“The fourth one is Cal,” Luke says. He’s smirking as Tillie squirms with discomfort. “He and Tillie were pretty close for a while there. Interesting that she’s not said much about him.”

“Lovely chat, Luke. We’ll see you later,” Tillie says, grabbing Nick’s hand and pulling him to the makeshift dancefloor in her living room. She places his hand on her waist and raises hers up to the ceiling while she starts dancing to whatever bass-driven beat that’s playing through the speakers.

Music thuds through her veins, mixing with the alcohol from her beer nicely enough to make her lose herself in the crowded room. Tillie isn’t sure how long she stays on the dance floor with Nick, but eventually, he just stops dancing as an alarm on his watch goes off. She pouts up at him, and he looks vaguely apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’ve gotta go. Early flight tomorrow.”

Tillie frowns. Why hadn’t he mentioned that before now?

“Oh.”

Nick smiles at her as reassuringly as he can. “I’ll call you when we land tomorrow?”

Tillie regroups mentally and nods, taking on a fake smile for the billionth time in her life. “That works. You can stay here if you want, you know?”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t have any of my gear and I don’t want to disturb you when I leave in the morning.” He bends down to kiss her before he starts to leave the party.

Tillie tries her best not to be disappointed, heading straight back to the kitchen for another beer to try to mask her feelings and put on a show for everyone. People like Tillie for being confident and brash and funny. They don’t like her for being sad or emotional or sensitive.

She wants to step away from the mass of people for a minute, so she ducks into her bedroom for a moment to herself, but as she crosses the threshold, she’s welcomed the sound of someone gagging in her bathroom. She’s annoyed that someone took it upon themselves to use her en suite bathroom, meaning they had to walk through her messy bedroom, and they’re puking in it. She walks up to the slightly ajar door and lightly raps her knuckles against it.

“Okay in there?” She asks.

Her only answer is the sound of the person vomiting again. At that, Tillie opens the door, deciding the person probably needs some help if they’re throwing up more than once. None other than Clark Kent is doubled over on her bathroom floor.

Fuck, she mouths to herself.

“Shit, Cal,” she whispers. She springs into action, grabbing her bottle of water from her nightstand and kneeling down next to Calum. He’s speechless as she hands him a wad of toilet paper to wipe his face off and holds the water out to him. Stunned, he wipes his face before tossing the paper into the toilet, Tillie flushing it alone with his puke as quickly as she can.

Tillie stands up straight, once again adjusting her mini skirt as she does, and then she holds her hands out to Calum to help him to his feet. He requires far more assistance than he does when sober.

“Can I lay down for a bit?” Cal asks with a meek voice that nearly makes her heart stop beating.

“Of course,” she says, guiding him back to the bedroom, where she helps him into her unmade bed. She kneels again, untying the shoes on his feet and pulling them off.

Once Calum is situated in her bed, she pulls a blanket over him. His eyes are screwed shut in discomfort. Tillie takes that as a sign that she should leave him be, so she slowly retreats to the door, but then Calum stops her.

“Wait, Tills.”

She sighs. “What’s up, Cal?”

“Why do you hate me now?”

“I don’t hate you,” she says, almost too quickly.

Calum laughs bitterly. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Calum, I promise, I don’t hate you.”

“You haven’t spoken to me in a year, Tillie. A whole year.” His voice cracks and Tillie feels a knife in her heart, but she’s the one who put it there. She doesn’t know how to reply. He’s not wrong, but, at the same time, she knows that he hasn’t spoken to her either. She knows that it’s on her, even if it’s a two way street.

She’s the reason there’s a divide between them, and they both know that fact very well.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly.

Another bitter laugh comes from Calum. “No, you’re not.”

Fuck. Fucking hell. That’s all Tillie can think. She wishes she could run away and end this conversation here, but she knows she can’t. They’re having this conversation in her bedroom, which is where, ordinarily, she’d escape to.

Is she sorry? She doesn’t know, but she knows that’s what she should’ve said in that space, so that’s what she said.

“I don’t know what you expect me to say,” she confesses. She thought she should apologize, but that’s not good enough for him.

“Maybe start with whatever the fuck made you just dip out of my house one morning and leave me with just a sticky note that said, ‘I need some space. I’m sorry.’”

Tillie makes a sharp intake of breath, her own words coming back and biting her in the ass. She knew it was a low blow when she did it, but she didn’t know how else to handle that situation. She knew she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye and tell him it was over. Whatever ‘it’ was.

She can’t tell him why. She hasn’t told anybody why.

“Cal, I just did what I thought was best and it was at your expense. Again, I’m sorry.” Now, she at least partially means it when she apologizes. She isn’t sorry that she hasn’t spoken to him. That much he should’ve expected, but leaving the note, she is sorry for that.

“Doesn’t matter now, though, does it? You’ve got Mr. Famous Basketball Player now.”

Tillie sighs frustratedly. “Those two things are unrelated. Don’t circle this back onto Nick.”

“They seem pretty related to me.”

She groans, running her hands through her hair. “I’m not doing this right now, Calum.”

As she exits the bedroom, she hears Calum mumble words that hurt her just as badly as she’s sure she’s hurt him.

“Sure, run away instead of actually owning up to the mistakes you’ve made like always. You’re a fucking one trick pony, Tillie.”

Tillie holds back tears as she runs to Michael, grabbing his hand and pulling him to her balcony for some privacy. She doesn’t say anything before she hugs him, needing him to help calm her down. He’s happy to help, and gives her the hug she needs. Even Michael doesn’t know what happened between Tillie and Calum, but he knows Tillie well enough to know that whatever decision she made regarding Cal, it wasn’t ill-intentioned. She's a self-preservation girl to her core, but she doesn't ever mean to harm anyone.

Calum is one of the only people he’s ever seen her actually love.

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a/n: anyone have theories of what happened betw tillie and cal to cause all this ~tension~????

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scenefromthesidewalk · 1 year

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FAMOUS AUTHORS

by Jeff Zimmermann

Built in the early '60s to revitalize Chicago's Old Town neighborhood the Sandburg Village—named after Illinois author Carl Sandburg—encompasses nine separate high-rises all named after other prominent authors such as Faulkner, Elliot, Dickinson, and Alcott. Four decades after the units' 1979 conversion to condos Chicago native Jeff Zimmermann added a tribute to five addional authors with portraits of Ernest Hemingway, James Baldwin, Upton Sinclair, Betty Smith, and Ayn Rand. Internationally renowned artist Zimmermann's work has been described as "having the sex appeal of commercial art" and his application of a background in graphic design to creating flashy and inviting portraits is fully on display here.

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masschase · 11 months

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Rowvember Day 6: Sleep

Here's a one-shot fic (4.5k words) I wrote the first draft of a couple of months ago but I thought I'd edit and post for this day!

Fandom: Saints Row (obviously) Universe: Double Boss AU Pairing: Zachary "Zoo" Denver (@zoo-the-saint's Boss OC) x Cassandra "Casey" Clark(my Boss OC) Synopsis: The joint leaders of the Saints wake up together and have to piece together the rather hazy events of the previous night. Warnings: I wouldn't say there's explicit sexual content but there are overt sexual themes and implications and obviously swearing.

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It was a known fact that Casey always woke up early.

It had been a habit ever since her teens, when Dex had a tendency to wake her at 6am and drag her to a diner to discuss tactics. Sometimes her nightmares were so bad that by dawn there was no point going back to sleep. Sometimes she didn't wrap up warm enough and the chilly breeze of a Stilwater morning would rouse her. Sometimes she found herself having made the horrible mistake of actually having gone home with one of her one-night stands instead of nailing them at the club, and had to sneak out. Whatever the reason, she was an early riser, but not happy about it; she almost always woke disgruntled.

But this morning, she woke not recalling any nightmares. Not desperate to escape. Not even cold. Satisfied, well-rested, and overall very content. A slightly buzzy feeling in her head from a now very hazy night of heavy drinking. A familiar, almost nostalgic scent. A pleasant warmth all around her. She was too comfortable and too hungover to even open her eyes, so instead the events of the previous night began rolling in.

The Saints fame had taken a sharp upward curve recently thanks to their newest brand deal. Saints Flow; their very own energy drink. Tasted like shit, of course, but it was going to pay some pretty big bills. Ultor had them throw a huge party at the Mega Condo to celebrate. Attendance not optional.

It wasn’t that she disliked parties, not by a long shot, it was more that she didn’t like being right at the centre of attention. She preferred standing around the food and booze, watching a few strippers, stepping out for some air when it got too much. Schmoozing with strangers, not so much. Friendly as she was, she was still somewhat of an introvert.

She was so, so, so tired by the end of it. Early riser meant early to bed if she wanted any sleep, and the fact that contractually she and her co-leader had to stay for the whole thing meant it was way past her usual bedtime when everyone left, and even then, the stress of it meant that she and Zoo had found themselves kicking off their shoes and settling on a couch on the upper floor to wind down afterwards. A few moments of peace. One last drink. One last smoke.

Casey didn’t technically smoke. Well she obviously did, but it was always by bumming cigarettes, she never bought them. The shit with her mom had set her attitude on this for life. A habit could easily turn into an addiction, and the next thing you knew, you were dependant forever. Whenever she saw that looming danger, she chose to swerve it. But everyone was allowed the occasional moment of weakness. She even bought lighters so if someone asked for a light she could ask for a cigarette in return. But not a single pack, so she was forced to rely on her friends in this regard.

Shaundi had cut down on all forms of smoking now she was trying to get sober, Johnny didn't always have them on him, and while Zoo did share pretty generously, he always seemed to hold it over her when she came to him for one. Eventually handing her one, yes, but not before making jokes. Teasing her. Making her ask nicely or downright beg just to fuck with her. But Pierce was reliable enough to always have a pack, and generous enough to share without making a big deal out of it.

Pierce had already left, though, so she was forced to resort to asking her fellow Boss. He was drunk enough not to make a big enough deal of it on this occasion. Until he discovered there was only one left in the pack, and then suddenly he didn’t seem to be feeling so generous.

“Sorry Cass. I need it more than you do.”

“Zach...” she complained, pouting at him and clasping her hands in her lap a little.

“Push your tits together all you like, love, I’m not sharing.” he replied, tossing the empty packet back on the table.

“What? I wasn’t... I'm not...”. She glanced downward. “OK, that was not deliberate.” she claimed, crossing her arms over her chest while he sat there chuckling at her.

“You look nice tonight.” he remarked gruffly as he clasped the cigarette in his mouth and grabbed the lighter she’d bought him specifically as a thank you for her ‘fag nicking’ behaviour. He lit it and eyed her up slowly in unison with his first draw on it. Almost like she was the one he was inhaling.

“Thanks?” she replied, peering down at the shimmering folds of purple that draped her curves, and then back at him. “I mean... so do you.”.

Zoo rolled his eyes, obviously not very much in agreement, and loosened up his tie to the extreme. “Complete bollocks, all this Saints Flow shit, isn’t it?”

“I guess.” she replied noncommittally. He was right, in a way, but right now she was very much drawn in by the money it could bring them. The fame itself didn't hold so much appeal but the sheer power she stood to gain from it... that was pretty exciting. Her fingers twitched thinking about it. Her eyes fixed on the glowing tip of the cigarette. “Y’know I really think you should share.” she said in the firm voice she often used for negotiations.

“Fuck off.” he said jokingly, amused rather than serious. “I fucking bought it.”

“Yeah, with OUR money.” she pointed out. She gave a frustrated sigh. “C’mon Zach, you know how bad I need it when I’m wasted.”

“Oh you need it that bad, do you love?” he asked with an eyebrow raised, having picked up on a double entendre there.

“God... shut up...” she complained, the slightest tingle of a blush creeping across her face at accidentally giving him that power, then looked him in the eyes. As hazel met hazel, his resolve seemed to soften a little. His eyes didn't have the greenish hint of hers. They glowed almost amber. “...Please?” she added as a final attempt to break it, before downing the last of her whiskey rather quickly and putting her glass down.

He sighed.“Y’know what? I’m not sharing, but we can do the usual.” he suggested with a shrug.

‘The usual’ was not so usual anymore considering she’d worked out how much easier it was to ask Pierce, but it certainly used to be a regular transaction between them. A ritual they engaged in whenever she'd “quit” multiple times a couple of years ago. They both knew the score. He'd take a long drag. She'd open her mouth. He’d blow in the smoke. She’d inhale it and they’d draw away. Maybe she wasn’t technically getting much nicotine, but the scent, the taste... somehow it was enough, most times.

“Alright.” she replied somewhat eagerly, sliding a little closer to him on the couch, hoping it’d give her that little cherry-on-top buzz she craved alongside the booze.

Maybe the time that had lapsed since they last did this was why everything seemed slower. Clumsier. Closer. A long, hard drag during which his eyes were fixed on her again. His hand on her face, his thumb parting her lips, her tongue running along her teeth a little before she fully opened her mouth. Him blowing in the smoke, longer, closer, deeper. The gold in their eyes molten with heat, rising, flowing into each other.

They didn't draw away. The gap closed rather than widened, the smoke was replaced by tongues, and the second half of that oh-so-precious final cigarette was left to fall to the floor, burning a small hole in the carpet as both sets of hands found themselves occupied by faces, shoulders, waists, hips, chests, asses, thighs...

Oh fuck. She sighed, shaking her head. Of course the scent was familiar; it was one she’d known for over 7 years now, at least if you counted the coma. Of course she was warm, their bodies were still intertwined under the soft covers of one of the beds in the crib. Most obviously of all, of course she felt satisfied. She opened her eyes slightly and was practically blinded by the light. Nonetheless, her theory was confirmed by a blur of pale skin and messy black hair in front of her.

“Zach...” she mumbled, her voice coming out in more of a groan that she expected.

“Hmm... Cass?” he responded, barely moving, actually nestling into her hair a little at first rather than startling.

“Yeah.” she confirmed. “I uh... I think we fucked last night.”. She could barely keep her eyes open so she leaned into his shoulder a little. It was just too fucking bright.

“Oh... for fucks sake...” he complained in only mild annoyance, his low cockney grumble a little raspier than usual. “You sure?”

“What do you...? Yeah I’m fuckin’ sure!” she replied indignantly. “You don’t remember?”

“Errrr....” he replied, screwing his eyes shut before opening them back up with a slightly confused look. “I remember snogging you. For fucking ages.”

“Yeah we were makin’ out like fuckin’ snails because we were fuckin’ exhausted.” she recalled matter-of-factly.

“That’s a lovely image that is.” he said sarcastically, drawing back to look at her properly. “Look, do you actually remember us fucking ‘cause...” he shut his eyes and covered them with one hand, rubbing at his temples. “Fuck me it’s bright in here.’

“Yeah, that’s what we call morning Zach, y’know, the time when you usually finally manage to crash?” she teased.

“Oh, thanks a lot.” he complained sarcastically.

Maybe that was a little harsh of her, considering half the time he didn’t actually sleep at all, and that she too, was struggling to keep her eyes open. But she didn’t feel best pleased at either him or herself right now.

You had to have boundaries on this sort of thing. Not because she wasn’t somewhat attracted to him. If she met him in a bar she’d be dragging him to a bathroom stall halfway through the first drink. But they were close friends. Really close. She couldn’t think of many things more dangerous than sleeping with someone you had an actual emotional bond with.

They’d made out on occasion before when things got too intense, but it was like they were both instinctively picking the best times to get it out of their systems without complicating things. Times when it was unlikely to turn into more; in the street after an intense battle, in the corner of a party where another Saint was bound to interrupt them, in an elevator between intense negotiations. They didn’t speak about it, really, there was no real need. It worked for them, that little taste of something forbidden.

“God, we’re so stupid, this was always gonna happen, wasn’t it?” she sighed. “Not like people don’t rag on us enough about it.”

The boyfriend and girlfriend assumptions and jokes were constant amongst allies and enemies alike. They were pretty thankful they were young enough that it wasn't husband and wife yet. That didn’t stop it grating on them both.

“I mean... maybe. “I'd like to think I’d remember it though.”. he pointed out softly. He paused. “I’d like to think you’d remember it.”

“Hmm... true...” she admitted slowly. She’d always thought if they did cross that line it'd be something pretty sensational. “I mean...”. She attempted to rethink. “We are both fully clothed.”

“My tie's off.” he remarked, thumbing at his open shirt collar.

“Sure; tie, underwear, that’s the same thing.” she retorted.

“No need to get so sarky love, I’m just trying to figure it out.” he replied a little more grumpily.

“Right, I... I guess.” she sighed. “Would you have even been able to get it up?” she teased a little.

“You asked me that last night.” he recalled.

“You uh...” she panted as she pulled away to take a breath, well aware he was as wasted as she was. “You sure you can get it up?”

He smirked, gave an aroused chuckle and grabbed her ass tighter, pulling her right onto his lap.

“Woah, yeah, OK, that was not an issue, holy shit!” she replied rapidly, flustered.

He laughed a little. “Yeah.”. He surveyed her face and then frowned. “Are you blushing?” he said almost incredulously. There was no way he hadn't seen her blush over the years, but it certainly wasn't that frequent.

“Can we keep gettin’ to the bottom of this, please?” she asked abruptly blushing harder from him alerting her to it, shaking her head and looking away from him a little.

He turned her face back to him slowly and brushed the strands of hair she’d managed to wiggle all over her face back, his eyes searching as if to jog his memory. “I know you... you were cold and... I took you over to the bed.” he recalled.

She gave a soft exhale of amusement. “No Zach, I told you I was cold so you’d take me over to the bed.” she admitted.

Zoo rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Can’t blame me for falling for that one, you’re always bloody cold.” he pointed out. So was he, a lot of the time, so she knew it was likely to work.

It was a line, for sure, but she was admittedly a little chilly too. So it was kind of nice when he scooped her up with a smirk and took her into the bedroom. He laid her down and ran a hand down her body, looking a little dizzy as he parted her legs with an odd fascination, then pulled the covers over them both as he brought himself down on top of her. When the fabric was out of his hands he took hold of her wrists and kissed her again.

“You... pinned me to the bed...” she said a little breathily. Unsurprisingly enough a little of the heady feeling he’d invoked by doing that was spilling over to this very moment.

“You alright there, love?” he asked, picking up on her tone, his eyes burning into her intently.

“Yeah.” she complained, shaking it off, though her heart still seemed to be running that little bit faster. “But... we’d drank a lot and I eat so much at parties so I... felt kinda sick...” she recalled.

“Do you wanna... stop?” he asked. He rolled off her so they were facing each other.

“No fuckin’ way.” she panted, grabbing at his tie and pulling it off over his head. Her fingers worked at his top two buttons as her cheeks flushed a deep red at how pathetic what she was about to say was likely to sound. “Just... go slow, OK?”

“Of course, love...” he agreed, pulling her flush with him with a hand on her lower back and kissing her again. She brought one hand to his face, dancing from his cheek to his jaw to his neck and back up again, her other hand navigating to his chest through his shirt, the pleasing feel of his skin inclining her to wrap a leg around him, bringing their crotches together and causing him to emit an aroused growl. His hand was still firmly at her back, his other running up her thigh.

They were still incredibly turned on but it was no longer the frantic race to become one now they were both more comfortable. It was like it brought the pace back down a little. Everything was slow, sensual, steamy, and seemed almost endless as neither of them really wanted to stop.

“I remember now.” she said gently. “It was... so...” she peered at him through her lashes a little recalling it. “...uh...”

“Nice, weren’t it?” he admitted in an oddly soft tone for him, giving her the slightest of smiles.

“Mmhmm.” she agreed, biting at her lip.

Comfortable. Safe. Warm. Something neither of them were acclimatised to. Something neither of them even sought elsewhere, let alone received. It was so unusual in fact that despite their intense arousal for each other... after a while of locking lips slower than ever... they both drifted out of consciousness.

“We... fell asleep.” she realised with absolute clarity at that moment.

It seemed to jog Zoo’s memory too. “Yeah... think that’s what happened...” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“OK... so... we didn’t have sex.” she summarised.

“Nah I... I don't think so.” he agreed.

“Oh... OK...”. she relaxed a little, just enjoying the feel of his shoulder against her face. There was a moment of calm, and maybe a little disappointment between them before the realisation. She glanced back over at him. “Oh my god... so... so we just... just cuddled together? All fucking night?!”

He looked at her, seeming to process the implications of that. Not only that, but they remained like snuggled up to each other right now. They snapped away from each other abruptly and both jumped out of bed.

“What the fuck, Zach?” she accused.

“Why do you say it like that?” he replied defensively. “Like it’s just me! We both did it, Cass!”

“Yeah well we fucking shouldn’t have, I mean, that’s... that’s...”

“Soppy shit. Romantic shit.” he suggested bluntly, crossing his arms at her.

“Couple shit!” she added. She turned and walked away, then turned back at him. “Shit that we-“ she flicked her finger between the two of them frantically. “Cannot get ourselves into!”

He tutted at her. “Like I don’t fucking know that!” he replied. “I’ve got the same rules as you remember! Nothing serious. Even if I did I'd-“

“Be cuddling up with Johnny?” she interrupted before he could even finish.

His eyes flared at her at first, and then he looked down and shook his head in slight embarrassment. “Can you fucking not?” he complained.

“No, really, I’m serious.” she said flatly. “Are you using me to get over Johnny?”

He didn’t even seem to know what to say to that at first, frowning at her. “You using me to get over Shaundi?” he returned, obviously thinking her accusations were some sort of projection.

“Oh please, you’re nothing like Shaundi!” she pointed out.

“And you're nothing like...” he paused. “OK... sometimes you're a bit like Johnny. Sometimes. But I mean... I don’t see you as that... I...”

“Urgh!” she growled. “God this is a fuckin’ nightmare.”

“Oh, cheers!” he snapped. “I’m not any happier about this than you, you know!”

“I thought you were a fuckin’ insomniac!” she complained, walking back over to him pointing a finger accusingly. “I thought you didn’t fuckin’ sleep!”

“I am! I don't! I... actually I slept alright last night, actually...” he said absent mindedly.

“Oh, how fuckin’ convienient!” she said sarcastically. “Why now, Zach?!” she asked, not mentioning the fact that she'd also slept unusually well.

“I don't fucking know, I... when I woke up in the night and you were there I s’pose I just...” he caught her eye and then swiftly snapped his gaze away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Just what?” she asked.

“I don’t fucking know, fuck off.” he complained, looking embarrassed.

“Zach...” she warned in a low tone.

“I might have... given you a little squeeze.” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck and putting up a fairly casual facade although he didn’t look happy.

She glared at him and before she could even stop herself she smacked him on the arm.

He gave her a look of surprise that turned to amusement. “Careful love, that’s domestic violence no-OW!” he yelled as she interrupted him by batting at him again. “I was bloody joking!”

“Not. Funny.” she warned, pointing a finger at him.

“Thought you were in fucking therapy.” he complained, rubbing his arm, looking not so much hurt as annoyed that she’d dared do it.

“Yeah well I’m a work in progress, asshole.” she mumbled. “I could do a lot worse and you know it.”

“Look, Casey, we’ve done all the fight to the death stuff already love, we both know it’s stupid.” he reminded her, alluding to what had happened after Julius conveniently didn’t clarify which of them he was leaving the Saints to.

“I know... I.... I don’t wanna fight you, Zach.” she clarified when the guilt hit her. “It was... heat of the moment... I... I’m sorry.”

“It’s... fine love.” he replied, seeming surprised she’d even apologised. “Look... How’s about we just... keep it to ourselves and... not worry about it too much?

“Yeah, I guess we can just... just not think about it again, right...?” she agreed.

“Sup, Boss and Boss.” Pierce greeted as he walked in, startling them. They both jumped about a foot. They must have not heard him coming up the stairs. There was an awkward pause.

“...Alright mate...?” Zoo asked the other man a little wearily.

“We had sex!” Casey blurted out suddenly.

Zoo looked at her like she was insane for a matter of seconds before registering what she was doing. “Oh uh... yeah... I um... s’pose we did.” he muttered.

“Riiiiight...” Pierce looked between the two of them, looking confused as to why they'd felt the need to tell him that. “This a new thing, then?”

Casey and Zoo looked between each other, apparently equally surprised by the question. “Yeah...” she answered. “Did you think we’d... done that before?”

“Well I guess we...” he seemed to decide against finishing his initial sentence. “Uh... so... you guys... a thing now, or...?” he asked hesitantly.

“Oh, no, no, god no-“ she started.

“No, nothing like that-“ he began at the same time.

They caught each others eye and smiled a little. “Not our thing.” they said practically in unison.

“Right, right.” Pierce chuckled. “Somethin’ didn’t add up there.”

“It was just a... stupid... drunken thing y’know?” Casey explained.

“Only one cig left... one thing led to another... you know how it is...” Zoo added matter-of-factly.

“Oh...” Pierce remarked. “Uh... guess now would be a bad time to mention I left some in your purse, huh?” he said in the female Boss’s direction.

“Oh you’re shittin’ me?” she replied, heading over to the walk-in closet where she usually stashed her purse during parties. It was wide open with a full pack tucked into the top. She picked it up and walked back out of the closet with a sigh.

“I figured if you guys split when you headed out...” Pierce explained.

“Headin’ out.” she remarked, looking back over at Zoo before shaking her head. “Yeah we probably shoulda thought about that.” she joked.

“Yeah...” he chuckled, giving her a grin.

“Should probably think about it now.” Pierce pointed out. “We gotta be at the studio in like half an hour.”

“Ugh, we have somethin’ today too?” she complained, clutching at her forehead a little.

“Just a quick interview.” he assured them. “Look, don’t worry, if you’re both hungover I’ll go on myself.”. He scratched the back of his neck. “Again.”

“Probably best, mate.” Zoo told him. “We’ll be down in a sec.”

“Mmhmm.” Casey agreed, nodding.

“Y’know I can’t always be the face of these things.” he remarked to them both, but he was positively beaming at another chance to be in the limelight, and had a spring in his step as he headed back out.

“You know you love it!” she called back, and then looked back to her fellow Boss awkwardly.

“We haaad seeeexxxx!” he mocked in an approximation of her accent.

“Shut up...” she responded, starting to laugh a little. “...I panicked, I thought when he found us up here he’d just assume... shit I don’t know...”

“Yeah, I’m sure he'd be really suspicious at us being in the same room fully clothed.” he joked. He paused. “It’s alright, though.”

“You don’t mind that Pierce will probably tell everyone?” she pointed out.

“I mean...” He mused on it for a second then shrugged. “Not really.”

She looked at him. It was true. Who gave a fuck if people thought they slept together? He was cute. A really good friend. He meant a lot to her actually. She smiled at him again. “So... we good?” she checked.

“We’re fine, love.” he assured. “Ready to head down?”

“Uh... I’ll be down in a second.” she explained.

“Why, gonna finish yourself off?” he teased.

“Zach!” she exclaimed in surprise, then immediately composed herself, crossing her arms. “I’d hit you again but I'm worried you’d enjoy it.” she managed to return.

“Yeah, nice try love, you know you can’t get me on anything like that.” he scoffed. “I have no shame.”

She laughed a little. ”Damn, I guess you’re right.” she sighed, rolling her eyes in his direction. “Look just get gone so I can change my panties man; they’re fuckin’ wrecked.” She thought she heard Zoo take a sharp breath in at that. He didn’t seem to lose his composure, but he didn’t respond either. “What?” she asked.

“No, nothing...” he responded. “Nothing.”

She tilted her head to one side, curious. “C’mon Zachy...” she said in her most charming voice. “Just tell me.”

He was silent a moment more, not catching her gaze, and then he spoke in a low tone. “Just... seems a shame...” he remarked. “To have people talking about us and not even get a little fun out of it...”

She looked over him, trying to assess his seriousness, as a tingle of excitement admittedly rose in her chest. She raised her eyebrows at him. Their eyes locked. The stare seemed endless, then she realised she was the one who’d yet to respond this time. “Y’know we... have another party in a couple more days...” she pointed out casually.

“Yeah?” he replied. He knew about it of course. That was how they both knew that wasn’t what he was asking.

“Yeah...” she confirmed, a slightly mischievous grin spreading across her face.

He stepped a little closer. “You gonna look this hot?” he asked, eyeing her up much as he had the previous night.

“Ohhhhoho...” she replied, chuckling a little. “Last night I wasn’t even tryin’, Zach.” she challenged somewhat seductively.

“Well...” he remarked, looking pleasantly surprised, putting his hands in his pockets as he stepped a little closer to her. “I look forward to seeing you try.”

“Maybe this time we... end it a little earlier...” she suggested, holding up the cigarette packet and pushing it softly into his chest.

“Get a little less smashed...” he mused, letting his hand slip from her chin and going to grab the pack out of her hand. She neither prevented him or let go, their fingers brushing against each other.

“...Make sure there’s only one left in the pack.” she finished, but it came out less like she was completing their joint suggestion... and more like she was making a very clear demand. He responded with a knowing nod. She let go of the pack.

A smirk started to lift the corners of his mouth before he turned away. He paused, and turned back to her, and she just knew he was intent on getting the last word. “You know, three would be better.” he said thoughtfully.

“...Three?” she asked, intrigued as to what exactly he was suggesting.

He smirked, keeping her on edge for a second. “I’ll keep three in the pack.” he finally clarified, then turned back only briefly as he started to walk away from her, “Two for afterwards.”. He shot her a wink and turned to walk away from her again.

“Oh...” she remarked, but it was obvious that despite her exclamation, he’d got the last word here.

Her eyes remained locked on him as he headed away from her, down the stairs and out of view, then for several seconds she stared at the empty space he’d occupied. Then it all felt too still and quiet, so she snapped back into life, grabbing her bag and focusing on pulling out clean underwear before she was forced to think about it too hard.

A habit could easily turn into an addiction, and the next thing you knew, you were dependant forever. Whenever she saw that looming danger, she chose to swerve it.

But everyone was allowed the occasional moment of weakness.

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And then that next event was cancelled and they had to go on a Not-A-Date to get to it...

...yeah I am not at all abnormal about them and I don't have an art piece planned for one of the other days. 🤭

This is the OT3 universe (they just have to wait like 6-7 more years to get to that point) so the "three would be better" line is totally a nod to that. 😅

And yeah. There is a moral to this story and it's this:

Don't ever "joke" about shipping your OCs with your friends OCs, kids. 😉

#fanfic #rowvember #rowvember 2023 #sr boss: casey clark #sr boss: zoo denver #saints row boss #zoo x casey #cazoo #boss x boss #saints row #masschase rowvember tag

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expirisims · 1 year

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Season of Love

It’s still dark and my SP is sending me a ton of notifications!

Two engagements and two more break ups! It’s about time is all I’ve got to say about Adriana and Jamie!

If I remember correctly this is the only time they have broken up and Jamie is a dog! He’s had a fling with Harold and flirts consistenly with Christina. Adriana, you can do so much better!

I’m sad about Clark and Jess, especially with a little one on the way, but they seem to be on a schedule of breaking up and getting back together too. We’ll see what the future holds.

It’s Billy’s turn to get up with Forrest. Aww, some cute cuddle time!

And more notifications...

Man, Looks like we won’t be playing through a wedding with these two, but I have to agree with the notification...about dang time!

Oooh, things are heating up!

Congratulations!

Phew! Billy is a collector so I had him send off a bunch of his collectables to smelt and cut. They were running low on money between the mini makeover of their room and the money to have his collection processed, but it paid off! I think we can get Otis a condo before this season is done :)

The sun is finally rising on day two! Marsha’s Bachelorette Party is tonight, and the Wedding is tomorrow! Hmm... the last bachelor party I was in round one, but it was a doozy! X) I think I’ll do something low key for Marsha, maybe at the winery with her bridesmaids and a few close friends. Okay, the guest list is: Rayne of course, Bridesmaids-Precious and a woman named Ariane Ajjanagadde (a townie who is Billy’s best friend), Sheree, Corinna, Adriana and Joanna. We’ll see who shows up...

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lambtotheslaughterr · 3 months

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The Taming : Part Five

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART FOUR | MASTERLIST | PART SIX

all AI images are created from prompts i wrote. they are not real images.

If I was an honest kind of man, I may have admitted to myself that she was beginning to get to me more than I had her. But I wasn’t an honest man.

For weeks I watched her. She lived a predictable schedule. Sleeping in till noon, going shopping or out to dinner with her girlfriends during the weekday, working a morning shift on Wednesday’s, before finally spending her weekend nights at one of three venues.

It brought me a great sense of joy knowing that she must’ve thought I was long gone, never to be seen again, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I always near, always watching. And if it wasn’t in person, it was in the comfort of my home.

Thanks to Ariana, I had placed a handful of inconspicuous cameras around their apartment to watch her. Ariana had left for the summer, leaving her poor cousin all alone in their extravagant condo apartment. It was tempting to visit her in her sleep using the key I had copied from Ariana’s own. I could easily sneak into her condo, enter her bedroom, crawl on top of her, & scare her awake. Cover her mouth, muffle her screams, watch her eyes begin to water full of fear of what I may do next.

But all of this was leading up to that.

For now, I was content calling her phone & hanging up, sending unmarked gifts to her work, watching her dance among the lesser. And on nights when I felt I would break, I would walk into her empty apartment & take something of hers.

It was only the beginning.

Summer in Metropolis this year was a hot one. Normally, you & the girls would travel internationally during the summer, but after yours & Ariana’s blow out earlier that summer, you viewed your alone time within your condo as a vacation in itself.

The blow out had been expected. Ari had confronted you one morning, a week after she attempted an apology about Clark.

“Are you going to ignore me forever?” She had asked when she approached you in the kitchen. You had been hungover from a night out with the girls, a night out that Ari had not been invited to.

All you replied with was a shrug of your shoulder.

“_____, I apologized.” Her voice had been soft & gentle but you could note the undertone of malice there.

“And I told you to not come running to me when the truth came out.” You reminded her, your back still to her.

“What Clark did was unforgivable. I know now that you were right about him all along. I let my pride get in the way. And I am sorry for that.” Ari pleaded but it only fell on uncaring ears.

However, you did finally turn to face her.

“If you had listened to me from the beginning, none of it would have happened. This is a consequence of your actions. I don’t need to rush to forgive you or be on good terms with you just because you feel bad. I decide when I want to be cool with you again.”

Ari pressed her lips together, shaking her head.

“We’re family.”

That forced an amused chuckle from you.

“We were.” You stared at her, “Now, you’re just like your mother. Turning your back on your kin for a man.”

“That’s low, _____. Even for you.” Ari frowned.

“I could go lower.”

“Fine, you know what?” Ari waved her hands, “I’m not going to fight with you, & I’m not going to grovel either. I apologized, I admitted I was wrong, I kicked Clark out of my life. If you still want to be bitter & angry & childish about it then that’s on you. I’m going to be going to my mom’s for the summer. I think a break is best for us, anyway.”

“Like mother, like daughter.” You commented snarkily.

Ari glared at you then, “Whatever. Enjoy your summer.”

As Ari turned to disappear, you wiggled your fingers away, “Run along.”

That interaction had been a month & a half ago. You hadn’t heard from her since she left nor had you reached out to her. But you decided that when she returned at the end of summer to go back to school that you would then forgive her, but she would be on a tight leash. And if she decided to fuck off your guidance again then the two of you would be done for good, blood relation be damned.

Currently, you relaxed on a lounger at Lisette. Lisette had a separate rooftop pool deck from the one you had drinks on the night Ari brought Clark. It was a member’s only privilege & so you knew randoms would not be milling about around you.

You were lying on your back in your bikini while Nicola lounged beside you, Olivia wading in the pool near the edge, her arms resting on the concrete with her shades on as she stared in her general direction.

“Still no word from Ari?”

You rolled your eyes behind your own shades. Though you had gave them the bare minimum information about Ari & yours situation, they still had questions. You never told them the why, or anything about what happened with Clark. But you wished they would just drop it. If you chose not to fuck with Ari, then they shouldn’t either.

“No, Liv. Like I said, she’s gone for the summer.”

Liv wrinkled her nose at that, “Just weird is all. You’re clearly leaving stuff out.”

“And?” You questioned back, lowering your shades to eye her, “What happens between Ari & I is between Ari & I.”

“Whatever you say.” Liv shrugged before pushing off from the edge & moving to float on her back, her blueish green bikini poking out from the surface of the water.

Feeling mildly irritated, you waved down a nearby server & ordered another cocktail. When the server asked Nic if she wanted anything, she shook her head silently.

After the server disappeared to get your order, you heard Nic sigh quietly beside you.

Scoffing internally to yourself, you finally spoke up, “What?”

Nic re-adjusted the hat on her head to keep the sun from hitting her in the eyes before she shrugged to herself, “’What’ what?”

“I know you have something to say so say it.” You replied knowingly.

“Obviously something happened between you two & you don’t want to tell us, that’s fine. But there’s no need to catch an attitude with us because we’re curious about what happened. We are friends after all. We care about Ariana, too.”

It took a lot to not reply sassily. However, you simply inhaled sharply & forced a wretched smile onto your face, “You have her number. You want answers, go ahead & call her. I’m sure she won’t waste a second making me out to be the villain.”

Nic laughed lightly at that but shook her head nonetheless, “I already have.”

You paused at that, staring at the city skyline ahead of you.

In your peripheral, Nic moved to sit on the edge of her lounger. She applied more lotion to her arms as she spoke, “She’s keeping her lips sealed, too, but she is sorry. About whatever it is that happened between the two of you.”

That surprised you. Of course, Ari had said as such before she left, but you hadn’t expected her to say as much to Nic, too.

“What happened, _____?” Nic questioned, “She’s really sorry.”

“I’m sure she is.” You sighed back, resting further against your lounger.

“So, you’re really gonna keep this up, is that it?” Nic’s tone frustrated you. She didn’t even know why you were being hard-headed like this. Sure, you could tell her then she’d understand, but what she really needed to do was mind her own business.

Ignoring Nic, you moved off the lounger & began to gather your things.

“Oh, jesus, _____, seriously? Gonna throw a fit & stomp off?”

You stared at Nic wide-eyed, anger blaring just beneath your surface.

First Ari. Now Nic. You were sure Liv wouldn’t be too far behind with admonishing you.

Swinging your bag up over your shoulder, you indeed stomp away, but only towards the other side of the pool. Leaving entirely would be much too childish. You needed to gather your bearings before facing your friends because they too were beginning to get under your skin.

Throwing your stuff onto the ground, you collapsed onto another lounger & pointedly looked away from the other girls as they spoke to one another.

The server returned to your side, a cocktail on their tray.

You mumbled your thanks before taking the cocktail & downing nearly half of it.

Your phone next your thigh buzzed then.

Opening it, you were greeted by yet another text from an unknown sender.

The texts have been coming now for weeks, but always sporadic. You would get some a few days in a row then none at all for another few days. You never knew when to expect them, but you had a gut feeling about who they were coming from.

Careful. You don’t want to lose them, too.

He was watching you, had been watching you. Clark.

You weren’t sure if he was trying to be sneaky about it just because he had his number hidden, but you weren’t stupid. Ever since he disappeared from your life, you always felt him just on the edge of it. The texts had been only the beginning.

About a week after you began receiving the texts, you began getting packages, too. The gifts were hardly ‘gifts’, more like insults to your character. The first package had been sent to your job while you were working. You had to wait until you got home to open it, & when you had, you threw the package on the floor.

It was a muzzle. For a dog.

Clark must’ve thought he was being funny. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You simply put the items back in the box, resealed the package, & marked the box as wrong address.

But the packages didn’t stop there.

The second one that came had been a book. Loneliness for Dummies.

That one did force a surprised giggle out of you, but not a pleased one. Again, you marked the box as wrong address.

If Clark insisted on spending money on you to send you gifts in an attempt to humiliate you he would have to try harder.

But what got to you more than anything was why he was even bothering with it all to begin with. Why did he feel it necessary to continue harassing you? Everything had been said & done, yet he continued to find new ways to get under your skin. What you hated even more was that there was no way to return the favor.

Anytime you tried texting the number back, your texts would never go through. The gifts he sent never had a return address on them, so you didn’t even know where he lived. He had all the power right now to bother you & you had nothing to battle him with. It angered you more than anything. How dare he have the upper hand? The only pride you took in it was that he did it in the shadows. Had it been you, you would humiliate him in public like you had the first time you met him & the last time you saw him.

But he wasn’t that bold.

Deleting the text from your history, you flipped your own over & ignored it, focusing on finishing your cocktail.

Ignoring your two best friends who lounged opposite of you across the pool, you leaned back to absorb the summer sun when it was suddenly blocked out. Peeling your eyes open, you stared up at the toned & lean body of Andrew as he smirked down at you, a cocktail in his hand.

“What do you want?” You didn’t care to hide your irritation.

Andrew sat beside you on a lounger, peering at your two best friends across the way, “Trouble in paradise?”

“I want to be alone.” You noted, your voice hard, “That includes you.”

“Oh, c’mon. You’re always playing hard to get.”

“Not playing, Andrew.” You remarked, “Just am hard to get. Especially for you.”

“I think you like the attention.” He responded coyly.

“No.” Your phone buzzed again, “I really don’t.”

Turning over your phone with the intention of turning it off entirely, you couldn’t help but note what the text from your shadow said.

Get rid of him.

Oh? That was new. And surprisingly, it renewed your wicked tendencies. Did Clark really think that he could tell you what to do? Silly man.

Staring at the text in thought, you smiled wryly to yourself before peeking over at your dreaded one time hook-up.

“What do you want, Andrew?”

“What don’t I want.” He began but you cut him off before he could continue. You weren’t actually interested in anything he had to say.

Leaning forward, you mirrored Andrew, your legs falling between his own as you faced him. You propped yourself seductively, bringing the straw of your drink to your mouth.

Andrew was shameless in how he eyed you lustfully, his eyes lingering quite long on your chest. You were sure to shrug your thin bikini cover off your shoulder to expose yourself more.

“See something you want, Andy?” You asked flirtatiously.

Your phone buzzed again.

Clark must be watching. But how? He was nowhere to be seen on the pool deck, & it was relatively small. You needed to gain control, & fast.

“Like you need me to inflate your ego more.” Andrew said dryly but you could tell he was practically drooling at the mouth.

“Tell me what you want, Andy.” You angled your leg just enough so your ankle was being dragged against the side of his leg. Andrew laughed softly but bit his lip.

“I want to take you on a date.”

Perfect. Right where you wanted him.

Fanning yourself as if you were feeling hot, you sighed airily, “Hmm, maybe.”

“We can go wherever you want.”

“Mm?”

“I have platinum, whatever you want.”

It was sad how easy it was that he became puddy in your hands. But when you felt your phone vibrate once more, you couldn’t help the grin that appeared on your face.

“Tonight. 7. Pick me up. And you pick the place.” You began reaching for your things, “But don’t disappoint, Andrew. This is your one chance to impress me.”

Andrew, still absorbing the fact that you were accepting a date with him, stumbled over his words & feet as he stood to follow you.

“Ah, ah.” You held up your finger, telling him to not follow you, “I’ll see you tonight.”

He nodded, a boyish smile draped across his handsome features, “Okay.”

Tossing a look once more towards your girlfriends, you watched as they peered at you before departing from the pool deck. After gaining the upper hand with Clark, you’d feel much better & would then likely have a better attitude towards Liv & Nic. But first, you needed to go on this dreadful date with Andrew. And it would be dreadful, indeed.

Andrew was dressed to the nine’s when you met him in the lobby of your building. He complimented you on your own outfit before offering you his arm. You smiled knowingly to yourself when you felt your phone buzz from within your clutch handbag.

Ever since you left Lisette & while you were getting ready for your date, Clark had been losing his mind. He kept texting you but you never opened them. He wanted your attention so bad so you were finally giving it to him, though it was more for your entertainment than his. You hoped he felt as out of control as you had over the last couple weeks. This was only the beginning of getting the upper hand again. And once you had, it would stay that way.

Andrew’s driver opened the rear door for you as you slipped inside the sleek black Cadillac. Andrew spoke away beside you & you pretended to listen. As grueling as it was allowing Andrew to think he actually had a chance with you, the image of Clark growing angrier by the second kept you going. You didn’t know why he was so invested in you, but you wouldn’t waste it. He wanted to come between you & Ari. He would not come between you & anything else in your life. This was your life, not his game board.

The driver dropped you off outside of Jacque’s, one of Metropolis’ most extravagant restaurants. Only the elite class dined there. You had been there a few times over the years, but it definitely wouldn’t be your first choice. The portions were much too small for the price they were, even if you had all the money in the world to spend. Or in this case, Andrew’s money.

Once inside, the hostess led you & Andrew to the rear of the restaurant where the patio was. It was exceptionally beautiful out there & you were pleased when the hostess sat the two of you in a private booth near a fountain. Andrew nearly sat beside you, but you were sure to put your purse on the seat beside you so he would be forced to sit across from you.

Andrew chuckled awkwardly at that, attempting to brush off the rejection before seating himself across from you.

“I already put in our order before we arrived.” He revealed.

You did not like that. You didn’t trust his judgement, & even if you had, you were a big girl; the only person who was allowed to preorder your food was you.

But unfortunately, this evening wasn’t entirely about you. If Clark was watching, which you knew he must’ve been, you had to appear to be having the time of your life.

“Thank you, Andrew.” You preened, eyeing him flirtatiously.

A server appeared with a bottle of red, sharing the details of the bottle to which you mildly listened before he popped it open & poured the two of you a glass, “Your dinner will arrive shortly.”

Once the server departed, Andrew raised his glass, “To second chances.”

Pressing your lips together to keep from shooting him down, you simply raised your own & clinked against his own.

Taking a sip of the wine, you settled into your seat & eyed Andrew, who was sitting straight & proper like a good little boy.

“So…” He began.

You raised a single brow, encouraging him to continue.

“Why did you give me a second chance? I’ve been trying for years. What changed all of a sudden?”

“Andy…” You sighed, your finger gliding along the stem of your wine glass, “Shouldn’t you just be happy you got one. Does the reason really matter?”

He pondered that momentarily, clearly wanting an answer, but he knew you well enough to not push, otherwise his ‘second chance’ would get up & walk out the door.

“I guess not.”

Your phone buzzed again. But this time, it was Andrew who eyed your bag.

“It’s been doing that a lot tonight.”

“I have a stalker.” You revealed.

But Andrew only laughed at that, “Feel like that happens to you at least once a year.”

You shrugged at that. You’d had one other stalker before, back when you were nineteen, & your family’s P.I. was quick to discover his identity & get him caught by the police. But there had been none since then. However, you didn’t want Clark caught & punished. Not yet, at least. You still wanted to play with him.

“Do you know who it is?” Andrew asked.

You shrugged once more, “Maybe.”

Before Andrew could question further, your server appeared once more with two plates of food.

“Ribeye.” The server announced as he placed the plate before you, “And halibut.” Placing the fish before Andrew.

You watched as Andrew stared in horror at his plate, “I did not pre-order this.”

The server frowned, “The order said ‘halibut’—”

“No.” Andrew reeled backwards, pushing the plate away from him, “I’m allergic to fish!”

“I apologize.” The server reached for his plate, “There must’ve been a mistake.”

“There absolutely was. What kind of moron gets that mixed up?”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring their interaction as Andrew voiced his anger. You instead began cutting into your rib-eye.

“Andrew.” You caught his eye, “He apologized. It’s not his fault. They’ll fix it.”

Andrew pressed his lips together at that, “It’s just—I could have a severe reaction.”

“Oh, boo-hoo, Andy.” You looked up at the server then, “Thank you for fixing the mistake. He’s sorry for reacting like he did.”

The server nodded once before walking away with Andrew’s plate.

“My allergy is nothing to joke about.”

You chewed your steak, eyeing him, “Neither is being awful to the server.”

“Well, I just—”

“I think you should apologize.” You replied flatly, but your eyes dead serious.

“Why should I? They’re the ones who fuck—”

“Andy…” You reached for your glass of wine, “I don’t go on dates with entitled, whiney rich boys. Are you an entitled whiney, rich boy?”

“Yes. Well, no. I’m not whin—”

“Andrew…” You clicked your tongue, “Perhaps this was a bad idea.”

“No!” He shot upwards, “You’re right. It was only a mistake. I’ll go apologize now.”

“Mmm.” You smiled innocently up at him, “Good. Do that.”

Nodding once, Andrew followed in the wake of the server, disappearing inside.

You finally released a breath of air, staring openly at the empty seat across from you.

Your phone buzzed again.

Rolling your eyes, you finally pulled your phone out, your curiosity growing about what Clark would have to say.

You should have let him eat it.

A shocked, yet impressed smile formed on your face. Clark was… diabolical.

You closed the screen on your phone, returning it to your purse. Just as you did, Andrew returned.

“So?” You asked.

Andrew sighed irritably, “The chef said I called back & changed my order. But I didn’t. It was obviously a mistake on their end.”

You hid your smile behind your glass of wine. Or Clark.

“But I apologized.”

“Good.” You said before adding, “I think our server will deserve a 50% tip after having to deal with your tantrum.”

Andrew’s mouth opened at that but snapped shut when you eyed him challengingly, “Perhaps. As long as there’s no more screw ups.”

“I think that’s the end of them.” For now.

Dinner with Andrew continued without anymore issues & by the time the bill came, you guilt tripped Andrew into tipping 80%. He was puddy, after all.

Back in the Cadillac though, Andrew must’ve thought a date with you ensured some physical affection. He was quick to put his hand on your thigh, to which you brushed it off.

“Easy.” You smirked, “You think one date gets you in my good graces?”

“Ah, c’mon, _____. I just dropped like hundreds of dollars.”

You shrugged, “You picked the place.”

“Like you would’ve been happy with anything less than Jacque’s.”

You would’ve been happy with quite a lot of other choices, to be honest, but he didn’t need to know that. What he did need to know though is that he was getting absolutely no intimacy from you tonight.

“You want to get into my bed, you’re gonna have to do a lot more than embarrass yourself at a classy restaurant. I don’t fuck whiney boys.”

Andrew’s face soured at that before turning to face his window.

Good. You thought, the sooner you could get out of that car without his grubby paws on you the better. After all, you were looking forward to reading the thread of unopened texts that Clark likely sent you.

Twenty minutes later, Andrew’s driver pulled in front of your building. But before the driver could get out to open your door, Andrew beat him to it, offering you his hand as he did. You accepted but were quick to let go once you were out of the vehicle.

“Well, Andrew, thanks for the somewhat decent date.” Another jab. Your specialty.

Andrew scoffed lightly at that but was quick to brush it off, “I’ll walk you to your floor.”

But at the mention of your apartment, you couldn’t help but to look up, spotting your unit on the twelfth floor. Your bedroom light was on. Your heart hammered in your chest. You never left the lights on.

“That won’t be necessary.” You replied, eyeing your floor once more before glancing at Andrew.

“I insist.” He countered, beginning to walk towards your building but you were quick to halt him with your words.

“You take one more step, Andrew Song, & you can kiss your chances with me goodbye. I said ‘no’. Understand?”

Andrew’s eyes darkened at that but he ultimately raised his hands in surrender, “Just trying to be a gentleman.”

You rolled your eyes at that, “Or trying to get it in. Neither of which are you successful at.”

He licked his teeth annoyingly, glaring hotly at you, “I never had a real chance to begin with, did I? You just wanted a free meal.”

“Please, Andrew.” You smirked haughtily, “I could get a free meal anytime I want from anyone I want. You’re not special.”

He nodded at that but was not happy, “You’re a fuckin’ tease, ya know that?”

“No, Andrew.” You stepped forward to stare up at him, “A tease makes you think you actually have a chance. You know you never had one.”

With that, you cupped his face before gently patting his cheek, “Perhaps next time.”

“Yeah, right.”

Smirking at that, you dropped your hand & began walking towards your building.

Andrew mumbled under his breath but you didn’t care to really hear what he said. What you were more focused on was getting up to your apartment. Your heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through your body. Was Clark in your apartment? Was he that bold? And if he was… how did that make you feel?

These were questions you asked yourself as you rode the elevator to your floor, anticipating what may come next.

Clark unnerved you, sure, but he did not scare you. No one did. Clark, if anything, only probed your curiosity more & more. You wanted to see how far you could push him, & what pushing him too far would look like. This had been the most genuine fun you had had in a long time.

Unlocking the door to your apartment, you greeted by total darkness. Peering down the hallway, you also noted how the light in your bedroom was now off.

The hairs on the back of your neck raised.

He was here. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him. He was watching you from the darkest corners of your apartment.

Steeling yourself, you straightened your spine & began walking through your apartment to your bedroom, playing it off as if you knew nothing to be off. But every step you took had you on edge. You were no fool to how reckless you were being, but it only motivated you. He had put his hands on you once before, surprising you with how you reacted to it. What would he do next now that he had you entirely alone within the confines of your apartment? You hoped you would find out.

But as you entered your room & turned on the light, you noted nothing amiss. But he was there. Somewhere. He had to be. He was only waiting for his moment to strike.

You needed to draw him out.

Getting undressed, you disappeared into your bathroom & changed into one of your lingerie sets. It wasn’t normally how you dressed to sleep, but you weren’t alone. Eyes were on you. You wanted them to never stray from you.

Back in your room, you slipped a robe over your barely clad body, leaving the robe draped open before leaving to go to your kitchen. Again, as you entered the common area of your apartment, goosebumps erupted over your skin. The chills that wracked your body made your thighs shake. You bit your lip & kept your back to the rest of the room as you entered the kitchen.

Reaching into your fridge, you pulled out an already opened bottle of white. There was enough for one glass. You poured the rest of it into one of your wine glasses that hung beside the fridge.

But just as you were bringing the glass to your lips, you felt it. The air in the room shift. The shadow had come out. You felt him.

Placing the glass on the counter, you ran your finger along the rim, smirking in the dark to yourself.

“I only had enough for one.” You voiced, “We can share… if you like.”

A heavy breath sounded behind you, forcing a sharp inhale from yourself.

A foot thudded along the flooring, moving towards you.

“You knew.” He observed.

“Of course.” Your fingers moved to the edge of the counter, gripping it tightly, “You’re not subtle. Clark.”

You felt his chest press against your back, sending shockwaves through your body.

“You need to be taught subtlety. Throwing yourself at Andrew… I thought better of you.”

You leaned into his chest, biting your lip, “I had to draw you out.”

Clark gripped your sides harshly, his fingers digging into your skin past the silk robe, “You did this… for me?”

Sighing, your hands found his own, “You asked for it.”

Before you could speak another word, Clark spun you around so quickly you thought you would suffer from whiplash. Just as you stabilized yourself though, his large hand secured itself around your throat. In the dark, your eyes met, & you stared up at him as he glared down at you.

“You shouldn’t have done that…”

“Or… what?” You asked, your voice straining behind his fierce grip.

“Now, I’m going to really, really hurt you.”

A devious smile appeared on your face. Clark’s eyes fell to your lips, anger brewing behind his eyes.

“Don’t disappoint.” You challenged.

And then next thing you knew, Clark was suffocating you in life-ending kiss, his hand closing your airways & you had never felt so blissfully fucked up.

sorry for the three-week wait on this update! i got quite busy & then once i had time to write i wasn't mentally there for the story & didn't want to write anything short of my best. that being said, i hope this update makes up for the wait as the story will definitely pick up from here & get pretty naughty.

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