#goodbye business shit subject and everything you fucking suck

[collecting--stardust]

I am officially a free woman.

[alreadyblondenow]

Not that innocent 

▸ Jaemin x reader ▸ 3.438k words ▸ Smut, Angst ?  ▸ Swearing, unprotected sex, a lot of kissing, slight nipple play, touching, fingering, mentions of sex, spitting, oral sex female receiving, high school au, older Jaemin, younger by a year reader.  ▸ Requested and part of B’s giving back event,  Ho Ho Ho?! See anon request message at the end of this drabble.

“I need this job, please listen to me during our sessions. Your mom will seriously fire me from being your tutor” Jaemin whines as he looks at your report card. “I need this job” he repeats and he’s desperate to keep it because he’s saving up for college.

“But you’re so boring and uptight whenever we’re studying-“

“And your mind is full of sex and sex only. Seriously that’s all you say to me”

“Well I can’t help it, you’re attractive and it’s fun teasing you”

“You’re impossible!” He shouts at you, raking his hair away from his face and breathing heavily while he thinks of another strategy to improve your studying. “Fine” he finally blurted out, exhaling a heavy sigh. “I’ll touch you. I’ll do whatever you want just pass your subjects”

You wanted to smirk at him and be proud that you can do it effortlessly but you can’t. Studying is hard. But who would’ve thought that your tutor, who’s innocent in many ways is making a deal with you that includes pleasure? Sure he looks hot and handsome at all times but, he’s Jaemin. All he knows is studying.

“Why are you suddenly quiet?” He sits beside you on your soft bed, still holding your damned report card. “Fine, I’ll lay out the terms and conditions. First, pass your quizzes. All of them, then I’ll touch you” he says in a very shy tone.

What he’s saying now excites the hell out of you so you turned your head towards him and showed him that you’re interested. “What’s the second condition?” You asked with a flirty tone. You watched him gulped before he answers you, turning shy and red as he says “Pass your exams and I’ll eat you-“

“Deal” you were quick to agree with him knowing that you are not sure if you can do it but it’s an opportunity that you will not pass. “I didn’t know you’re capable of this kind of stuff” you smirked at him, sitting pretty on your bed.

“I’m older than you, what do you expect. Besides, you know nothing about me ” he bites back, completely still annoyed at you because of your grades.

After he made that deal with you, Jaemin finds it easier for him to teach you. Surprisingly you are now quiet during your sessions, you whine less about the topics, and you’re improving. If Jaemin is being honest, he is actually scared that you might do a great job this time. But a deal is a deal. You, on the other hand, find studying really hard but everything will be worth it, you thought. It’s like hitting two birds in one stone, you get to have good grades and a handsome senior is willing to go down on you.

In three weeks, you passed all of your quizzes. They’re not perfect, but still, you passed and you impressed Jaemin. You were excited while showing off your scores and teasing him over and over again because he looked nervous. He was staring at the papers, flipping through pages and he looked like he wants to chicken out of the deal. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” you said as you turned your back on him, unbuttoning your school uniform to change into something comfortable but Jaemin is quick with hands and stopped you from changing.

“Let’s get this over with. It’s going to be weird if I touch you immediately so uhm,” he scratches his head and motions you to sit down on the edge of your bed. “Why don’t we make out for a while. Y-you know, to set the mood” he suggests, and you're completely in shock because he’s willing to do it.

He’s standing in front of you, looking so handsome in his school uniform. He bends a little to tuck a hair behind your ear, and slowly he went closer to you. Not even hesitating to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “Am I going to kiss a stone? Or are you going to return the kiss?” He asked.

You looked behind him to check if your door is locked,

it is.

And without hesitation, you swing your arms around his neck and positioned him in between your dangling legs on the edge of your bed. Your lips moved in a way that felt good for both of you, smiling in between kisses when you felt his hands unbutton your school uniform so you did the same to him. Effortlessly, he unclasps your bra which made you stopped returning the kiss and prevent your bra from falling. “You don’t like it?” He was worried for a second, he thought he had violated you.

“N-no. I’m just shocked you know how to unclasp a bra so easily” you let out an awkward laugh and Jaemin did too, he kissed you again and he is the one who removed your bra and throw it on the floor. You lied down on your bed comfortably, feeling shy because it’s Jaemin. He crawls on your bed, towering you and looking at you like he’s about to fuck you. But he’s not... right? He’s just going to touch you.

“What if I couldn’t stop myself and we have sex in the end, do you have a condom?” He shamelessly asked you that question that made your body heat up in an instant. His hand travels from your ankle all the way up to your thighs and plays with the hem of your panties under your skirt. He lowers himself on your half-naked body and kissed you oh so slowly.

It was lustful.

The way he kisses you right now is so different from earlier. But maybe it’s different now because he’s touching you already. When you asked for air pulled away from the kiss, he didn’t stop but he turned to your neck, kissing it slowly, feeling his hot tongue glide on the part that makes you weak, close your eyes, and part your lips.

But not for long.

His lips travel down, in the valley between your boobs, and your eyes automatically opened when you felt his tongue on your nipples. Teasing it to make it hard, sucking it to make it swollen. You thought that this is all it. That he doesn’t have anything more up his sleeves but you’re wrong. He parts your legs and pull your panties to the side with one hand and play with your wet slit.

Up and down. Very slowly. “Fuck” you said in an airy tone, brows furrowing and hands gripping your bed sheets tightly.

“Jaemin, is y/n there with you already? I’ll get back to you guys to bring you some snacks, okay?”

“Y-yeah, mom. That would be great! We’re almost done here, there’s not much work for school today” you shout back to your mom so she won't suspect. You hear footsteps fading and your heart was thumping so fast you thought that your mom will catch you and Jaemin. You were so busy being nervous that you didn’t even notice that Jaemin didn’t stop sucking your boobs and fingering you. But once you’re back to reality, he stopped and faced you.

“That’s it for today” he winked and teased you before putting your panties back and removing his finger. He turned his back at you and buttoned his school uniform quickly before your mom arrives with the food. You, on the other hand, did not waste any second to go to the bathroom and change into your house clothes.

What happened between you and Jaemin changed the way you think of each other especially you. You used to see him as this innocent guy but now every time you see him around the school, suddenly your knees become weak and you remember everything he did to you on that unforgettable afternoon after school.

What happened between you and Jaemin pushed you to study even harder so you can feel his lips on your lips again, so he can put his hand under your skirt again, and of course, so he can finally eat you.

“You okay?” his voice brought you back to reality while he put his stuff on the table and start studying with you. You nod as your answer and went back to putting your stuff on the table too. “I need to study for something too, but if you have questions regarding the activity that I gave you just tell me”

He rarely studies with you but when he does, you seriously find him very attractive. The way he writes in his notebook and the way he concentrates on what he’s reading is very sexy to you that it makes you wet this instance. So you shook your head and focused back on what you’re answering.

After a few minutes of solving some math questions, you feel his hand on your knee and touch it without looking at you. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he asked, still not looking at you. But you can’t speak because you’re too shy to tell him ‘don’t stop’ so you came closer to him and moved your stuff near him. He snorted and let out a low giggle, “thought so too” he says, and continue to caress your knee all the way up to your thighs under your skirt. Touching your skin while he reads his workbook, flipping pages like how he normally does like he’s not doing something to you under the table.

He didn’t touch you further after your study session with him. He said goodbye and good night to you and your mother before he heads home.

“Well, what do we have here, good exams mark. Shit, I feel proud. You did great, I must admit and I’m beyond impressed” he looks at your test papers and felt really proud because your scores were more than okay, they were great.

“I think I deserved more than having your mouth on my pussy then” you teased him. Lifting your skirt, and unbuttoning your school uniform in front of him. He shook his head in disbelief and pushed you on your bed, making you both giggle and laugh while you let your bodies bounce on your mattress. He tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear again, just like the first time he touched you, “if I have a condom, I would definitely have sex with you. But I don’t”

“And I don’t have either, fuck” you whine.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you cum now. I didn’t get to make you cum last time, we didn’t have time. But now, we definitely have time” and without further discussions, he slammed his lips on your lips and quickly unbuttoned your uniform and removed your skirt until you’re only wearing your matching underwear.

“Why do you need me naked? Were not fucking right?” you giggled as he pulls away from you, watches him strip in front of you, and reveal his hard rocked abs for the first time.

“Just go with it” he went back to kissing you and situates himself in between your parted legs. Kissing and grind your bodies on each other, touching and moaning shamelessly like you did this a hundred times.

Whenever you’re in bed with Jaemin you seem to have no control over anything, he is the one controlling you in bed and you like it. He flips your body effortlessly and putting you on your stomach, before removing your panties and unclasping your bra. You don’t know but Jaemin is now naked like you on your bed for the first time now, and he is in awe seeing you like this.

“I want to see you-“ you tried turning your body to see the naked handsome guy, at your back but he stopped you. Pinned your body on the mattress and kissed your shoulders with wet lustful kisses.

“Sshh” is all he said before lifting your hips, making you arch your body and parting your legs from behind. He swipes his thumb on your wet slit to make you moan and turned on before he finally licks your cunt with one long stripe. Making your legs weak in an instant. His hands spread your ass cheeks and wet folds whenever he wants to gain more access to your cunt, while all you can do is take whatever he gives you.

Fingering you from behind with two fingers inside your cunt, licking you mercilessly, spitting on your cunt, and slurping it. He did everything he wanted before he makes you cum and making your legs shake uncontrollably. When he finally flips you on your back and finally seeing him naked, your body felt hot and your eyes heavy already but you’re smiling weakly.

“Don’t you sleep on me, we're having so much fun” he kisses your tummy to tickle you, and wake up until his mouth is near your boobs again, ready to suck your nipples. You can feel the hardness of his cock, poking your thigh while he’s busy with your boobs m. You didn’t expect him to be this big, and you’re somehow thankful that he doesn’t have a condom now because for sure his cock won’t fit you.

Until his mouth was too much and you unconsciously lifted your hips and glide your wet slit on his cock. He stopped what he’s doing and you’re quick to apologize, “No. Don’t apologize. I like it, do it again”

You didn’t think it through and followed Jaemin, you watched him lose his mind while he's on top of you and you’re moving your hips to wet his hard cock. He lowers himself to you making it easier for you to tease him and make him feel good, but he made you stopped and told you, “I’ll take it from here” the moment he took charge, it was like he was fucking you but not really.

But still, it felt so fucking good that you’re both moaning louder than before.

“I think I’m gonna cum again” you admitted, moving your head from side to side and arching your body to ease the sensitivity. You don't know but Jaemin is really horny right now, and he is about to do something he’ll sure regret afterward.

“Fuck it” he murmured. You thought he was going to kiss you but turns out he was going to ask you something, “Do you trust me?” He asked in a very low tone, lips on your cheek while his body continues to grind on top of you. He intertwines both of his hands with yours and put them above you. He looked so fucking hot and handsome at the same time. “Let’s fuck raw, I’ll pull out. Trust me”

He was breathing heavily and gasping sharply, kissing you deeply while he waits for your answer. You’ve never had sex without a condom and the risk scares you, but you’re too horny now and you want the same thing. So you nod your head yes and let out an airy ‘fuck’ when you finally felt him push inside you slowly. Gripping his hand tighter, and breathing heavily as he put his whole cock inside you.

“You feel so fucking-“ he thrust, “good” hard. Harder than you could ever imagine. And you love it.

His hips were quick, lips never leaving yours, catching each other’s moans while praising each other. And when you’re ready to let go for the second time, you bit his shoulder as you cum so hard feeling your legs shake again. Jaemin continued to thrust until he’s on edge, pulls out to pump his cock and cum on your stomach.

The pleasure was too much for both of you.

He lied down beside you and catch his breath, waiting for you to calm down too. He wanted to kiss you more, but he’s feeling the regrets now. So he simply checks up on you and asked if you’re fine. “More than fine” you answered, raking his hair away from his face. He smiled sweetly at you and covered you with youranket.

Having better grades and passing all your subjects in exchange for pleasure has done you good, but seeing your mom pays Jaemin for the last time hurt you a little. His job is done here. “Don’t worry, we can still see each other in school”

“Yeah but you’re graduating and we only have two weeks left for school”

“You’ll be fine” he smiles handsomely and embraced you tightly. “Go inside now,” he said.

And after that day, everything changed. You didn’t get to talk to Jaemin like how you used to because he’s graduating and busy preparing for college. Until one day the news came to you that he left already. Without even saying goodbye to you.

A year quickly passed by and you just graduated from high school and you’re busy packing your stuff for college. The doorbell rings and you call for your mom to get it but turns out she went outside without telling you. When you opened the door you’re surprised that Jaemin is in front of you now, shocked like you but he was smiling so big while you’re anger slowly balls and you couldn’t stop yourself from hitting him.

“Aw! Stop it- what did I do?” He whines.

“You didn’t say goodbye asshole!” You shouted.

“Hey, watch your mouth I’m still older than you. Jeez- okay, stop it. Seriously-“ You left him at your front door and didn’t even invite him inside. “Is your mom here?” he asked and invited himself in.

“Nope she went outside, I don’t know where” you answered and gave him the cold shoulder.

“How are you?” he smiled like he’s teasing you and you’re still not amused. “Heard you got into your dream college, wow. You’re studying really hard now, huh?”

“All thanks to you” you said and remembered everything from the past. From the way, he kissed you to how he came on your stomach. “You’re not here for my mom aren’t you?”

“Yeah, you’re right. I'm here for you” he admitted shyly. “I wanted to apologize. I kept thinking about you” he walked closer to you, but you went back to your room. He followed you of course, and while walking in the hallway he remembered how you two walked in this same hallway with your school uniforms. It feels like it's only yesterday, now you’re both in college.

He closed your door like how he usually does and watched you pack your stuff. He scans your room and noticed that you grew up well even without him. The magazines on your study table that you used to have are now thick books, he even noticed that your walls are full of sticky notes you use for studying and memorizing and that makes him happy because he taught you that strategy.

When you felt his presence behind you, you feel his hands on your shoulders and caging you with his. You missed him. “I’m sorry. I’m here now” he turned your body to face him, tucked your hair behind your ear, and kissed you.

And just like that your anger is nowhere to be found. “I missed you too,” you said, and came closer to him and hug him. Apologized for hitting him earlier.

“Do you have a condom now?” you both let out a laugh before you kissed again like good old times, undressing each other and praising each other in between kisses. He didn’t need a condom to be honest because he can always pull out, and besides sex with Jaemin is not sex if it’s not done raw.

Your leg is on his shoulder as he fucks you slow a deep this time, hands on your boobs while watching you lose yourself underneath him and after a few good minutes, he’s pumping his cock and cumming on your stomach again. As usual, he made your legs shake. He’s the only guy that can do that to you, Jaemin is still the best fuck you’ve ever had.

“Is this the part where you’re going to leave again without saying goodbye?” he smiles at you.

“No don’t be like that, I said I’m sorry, right?”

“Right” you smiled back at him and tried reaching for a kiss but he avoided you.

“Don’t do that I might fall in love with you” he admitted.

“I thought you already have feelings for me- what if I want you to fall in love with me Jaem?” He didn’t answer you but he gave you a kiss on the forehead and left you. Truth is, he never felt anything for you. And after the first time he had sex with you, he felt bad because he realized he loved the sex but he doesn’t love you. No. He just can't say it to you yet.

I got carried away, sorry. 3k is too much. And sorry I didn’t follow much from your request and changed it. 1, I don’t have any experience with roleplay sex so I have ni idea how to it write that part. I searched for something about that, but I’m not sure If what I’m reading is what you want so I scratched that just to make sure. sorry. 2, i scratched the ‘during christmas’ because again, i’m sorry if this is super late :((( i feel so bad. but thank you for your request. 

[mystic-sky]

A/N: here’s Part 2/4💘 I told y’all I’m gonna finish this and I will. this short series is NSFW. Enjoy 😭❤️

✨part 1 here✨ | ✨parts 3 & 4 on ao3 only✨

Some would say this was entirely unnecessary, perhaps even a little too casual for work. But you know when you have one of those really good friends you’d do anything for? The kind you’d spend money on without a second thought? That’s how you felt about Suguru. You could call him whenever you wanted and he’d come fix up your car for you, help you lift things, or just lend you his ear. He was an extremely good listener, and he was always there for you. It was hard to believe such a sweet guy could be friends with Satoru. It was also hard to believe how you could ever favor Satoru more.

You were incredibly excited to give Suguru all the things you had gotten him over the weekend. Then, like a raining brick shower, did you remember that he came to your work place, with Satoru, and you anonymously gave him a lap dance. And now, you have to talk to both of them like you weren’t shaking your ass in their faces the night before. Tough.

You questioned all your life decisions as you anxiously dialed Shoko. You told her it was urgent and that you needed help with the gift bags, as well as time for girl talk and morning coffee before work. 

When she arrived you graciously hugged her, whining and crying her name as you reached over the arm rest. 

“You didn’t tell anyone where I worked at, right?” You say, tear stricken and panicked as you peer at her through wet eyes. She shot you an almost betrayed look. When did you start thinking she could be that menacing? 

“No- are you crying? Jesus, what’s gotten into you?” She pushed you away, staring worriedly with baggy under eyes.

“Suguru and Satoru showed up to my other job last night.” You shrieked, leaning against the wheel of your car and burrowing your head in your arms. 

“I did have a blindfold on but I don’t know if they knew it was me.” You say, muffling your embarrassment. 

Shoko could’ve laughed a bit, picking up her iced coffee. 

“You always did talk about giving Satoru the dance of his life to put his pitiful attitude in check.” She said, unpackaging the straw and stabbing the lid.

“Shoko!” 

“What? Your words not mine.” She said smugly. 

“I mean that’s how I felt but then he actually showed up! And then he gave my co worker his number to give to me! He definitely knows it’s me!”

“Why would he give it to you again on a piece of paper if he knew it was you?” Shoko quizzed. 

“To fuck with me, obviously.” You mutter, sinking into the drivers seat. “That’s Satoru shit.”

She swished her coffee around, further mixing her creamer. “That does sound like Satoru behavior.”

“Shoko!” You whined again. “How the heck am I supposed to face him? Not to mention, I got Suguru all this stuff and I was so excited to give it to him. You think he knows too? And what if he didn’t know but Satoru told him? Ugh- my head hurts.” You say, taking up your coffee and plunging the lid with your own straw. 

“How good was your blindfold?” She raises a brow at you.

“I looked like Harley Quinn’s knock off stripper sister.” Shoko let a laugh, earning a grunt from you.

“Okay okay, so they probably don’t know. But I would just suck it up and act like you don’t know anything either. Like an ‘I know that you know that I know’ kinda situation? But you’re not gonna do anything about it- kinda thing.”

“And you could always switch jobs if you’re that mortified. Poor Suguru, and his gifts though. It seems like Satoru ruins everything for him.” She sighed. 

Shoko had a way of pretending like things weren’t as bad as they were, and though sometimes it bothered you, talking to her helped you relax.

“I forgot to mention I gave Suguru a dance.” You sink more into your chair, covering your face.

“Oh then they definitely know.” She teased.

“Shoko!!!” You whined again.

“I’m kidding! There’s no guarantee that they know or don’t know.” Shoko said, placing her coffee down. “I would fake it until you can’t.”

You wanted to crawl in a hole. Couldn’t you just live a peaceful life?

“I have to move away and change my name, it’s the only way.” You cried. 

“Let me help you get the bags,” Shoko said, stepping out the car and ignoring you entirely.

“I was only messing with you, they don’t know a thing. I overheard the two of them inside talking about how nice the place was. They didn’t mention anything in particular while I was clocking in.”

You panicked anyway. Why would they?

“Now up and out, you can’t hide in your car forever.”

You sluggishly climbed out the vehicle and opened your trunk. 

“If it makes you feel better I’ll ask them about it for you.” Shoko helped you gather Suguru’s gifts and you went inside.

Just relax, (Name). Be cool, be cool. 

You were dazed, deep in thought as you and Shoko walked through the halls. You never regretted giving anyone a lap dance during your entire dancing career. You honestly don’t know what came over you. All you wanted was to make Satoru’s mouth water. It’s not like you didn’t already have his attention with his constant flirting at work but still, why did you have to be so gutsy?

You set the gifts down on your desk, before slumping into your office chair. 

“Good morning!” You heard the white haired devil chirp through the door way, knocking ever so lightly on the already opened door. Suguru trailed in quietly behind him, greeting you and Shoko.

“Morning!” Suguru hummed, taking a delicate sip from his coffee. 

You shyly waved, before Shoko spoke. “How was your night out?” 

Breaking the ice for us all Shoko, I thank the heavens and earth for your existence.

“It was great! Wish you guys could’ve been there. Fanciest club I’ve ever been to, like ever.” Satoru spoke, shoving his hands in his pocket. 

“It was cool. I still would’ve rather went to dinner with everyone.” Suguru shrugged, setting his coffee on his desk. You watched Satoru approach your table, quickly changing the subject of conversation. 

“What’s all this?” He quizzed, looking down at your sheepish body in your chair. Did they really not know? Or were they possibly pretending not to?

“T-These are gifts, for Suguru,” you stand, feeling a bit more confident. The dark haired male perked up at you, before walking towards your desk.

“I told you not to get me anything,” he sighed. You could see the soft smile edging on his lips as he looked down at you. “And then you spoil me like this? People are gonna think we’re dating, you know?” 

You swore you heard Satoru scoff.

“Hush, I told you it’s not a big deal. Besides, you’re always helping me out without asking. You deserve to be spoiled!” You say firmly, hands on your hips. He blushed a bit, realizing he wouldn’t be able to argue with you if he tried.

“You never spoil me this much on my birthday,” Satoru pouted, quickly inserting himself between the two of you, both verbally and physically.

“You’ve got to make your mark on people Satoru,” Shoko said, taking a seat behind her desk.

“I spoil all my friends as needed.” You say, crossing your arms proudly. “If you were a little nicer, maybe I wouldn’t think twice about buying you a bunch of nice things. Besides, your mistresses spoil you plenty.” 

“Mistresses? What mistresses? (Name) it hurts my feelings when you talk like that.” Satoru put a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended.

“You have feelings?” Everyone but Satoru said this in unison, resulting the room to fill with heavy laughter. 

“Oooo so funny.” He said sarcastically, keeping the straightest face.

“If you’re good to me for the rest of the year I’ll get you something nice.” You say, soothing the wound you all gave him.

“But it’s not your birthday right now, is it?” You say, flipping your hair and shifting behind Suguru. You gave him a little push.

“Go head, open them!” You say excitedly. Suguru lets out a soft laugh, before digging into his bounty.

After watching him open his gifts while Satoru graciously recorded the entire moment for his Instagram, the white haired fiend sparked up an idea.

“So, since Suguru kept saying he wanted to do something with everyone I thought we could take a getaway trip this weekend to my folk’s place in the country side.”

“Just us 4?” Shoko asked. “And are you sure we won’t be bothering your parents?” 

“Oh no, this is their vacation house. They only go on the holidays. Also, Nanami is definitely coming!” Satoru cooed.

“That sounds like so much fun!” Shoko swooned.

“I haven’t seen Nanami in so long. This should be exciting.” You clasp your hands together delightedly.

“Why do I get the feeling you didn’t actually ask Nanami if he wanted to come yet...” Geto squinted at Satoru, who smiled childishly.

“Nanami loves me. He is coming by default.” He says proudly. “Speaking of, I have to go meet with him tomorrow to take care of some business. So unfortunately, I won’t be able to train with Megumi. (Name) do you think you could pick him up from school for me tomorrow?”

“The middle schooler you’ve been teaching? Why do I have to do it?” You ask, swaying your hips as you look at him.

“Because~” he sung.

“Because...?”

“He’s been talking about meeting you!” He gleamed.

“Has he really? Are you talking about me behind my back or something? How does the kid even know who I am?” 

“Of course! I’ve told him plenty stories about the all powerful (Name)! The mightiest jujutsu sorceress to date.” He was clearly just trying to flatter you.

“Fine, I’ll pick up the kid.” You roll your eyes.

“Yay~” He says, casually hugging you. He always did that, not that you actually minded. And you knew he knew it got to you every time, hearing him smirk as you push him off. You force back a blush as Suguru speaks.

“That didn’t take much convincing,” he smirks with him a bit.

“I just wanted him to stop talking.” You say, grabbing your purse. You could hear Shoko attempting to stifle a laugh behind you. 

“Anyways, I’ll see you guys later. I have a class to teach.”  You waved goodbye, on your way to cater to the class of second years you were currently responsible for.

You were finally able to relax, feeling like your dancer identity was safe. Now, all you have to do is forget the lap dance and pray to whatever God there is that neither of them would come back. You proceeded to take out your phone and text your club manager, asking for the weekend off. You were lucky she was so lenient. 

The work day lasted longer than you’d liked to, and you hadn’t stayed behind to chat with anyone. Shoko knew you were always keen on going home to shower and relax a bit before your shift at the club.

You were in the club locker room, just barely after 10pm. You wanted to ask Tasty for juicy details on Suguru. You were eager to know if he had texted her or had talked of coming back. Fortunately for you at the same time, she was off today. To you, this decreased the likelihood of seeing the dark haired male and his devilish best friend. That is, if he truly liked her enough to come back.

You were wearing a more revealing set this evening- a suede, pink two piece. You made sure your heel straps were tight enough around your ankles before walking out onto the floor to do your first 10 minute set of the evening. You spun on the pole, climbing gracefully. The higher you went, the more dollars being thrown. You slid down the pole, connecting your body to the floor with a split. You crawled lionlike towards the edge the stage, greeting some of your regulars who sat towards the front. Flipping your body, you get up smoothly ending the routine and collecting your bounty.

As you walked down the stage and made your way towards the bar, you could see the silhouette of a tall, white haired male, speaking to the bartender. His body was turned away from you, and he was ordering a drink as if he just got there. 

You knew it was him. You could recognize his cocky stance just about anywhere. You dropped to the floor, crawling away and earning stares from plenty of your coworkers and customers alike. Oh I’m definitely quitting, you thought.

You managed to crawl back towards the locker room. 

“This cannot become a routine,” you clutched your chest. It felt like you were having another mini heart attack like the night before. Did he just decide this was his new favorite spot? You could’ve sworn you were in the clear. And two days in a row?

He knows, he has to. Should you confront him? Twice was too many times. You almost can picture his smug face out there right now. You’re a bit angry that he had the nerve to come back again, but a portion of you, the little devil inside you- wanted him to watch you dance again.

Then you remembered Shoko’s words. Fake it until you can’t anymore. 

If he wanted to play, then you’d give him exactly what he wanted. You opened your locker, fiddling around through your costumes and head coverings. You took hold of the a pink masquerade mask you had left over from a theme night at the club a few weeks ago. 

“This should do.” You say, sliding on the seductive looking mask and fixing your hair in the the mirror.  You struck a pose, before flipping your hair in satisfaction and strutting out of the room. You walked past a few regulars, and made yourself comfortable by the bar area. You decided you’d dance around everyone but him. 

Satoru took note of your scent first, realizing your feminine force was behind him. He sipped his drink before spinning in his barstool to look at you dancing amongst the other customers. He adjusted his sunglasses, taking in the sight of you.

The set you wore was more revealing than the one from yesterday. He felt like he truly missed out the night before as he watched you drag your hand down the chest of a stranger, feeling a bit envious. His length felt tight in his jeans yet again. But he was a smooth guy, he knew exactly how to make you come to him. 

You noticed him get up from the bar, walking away from where you danced. You couldn’t help but get distracted and anxious. You didn’t want Satoru anywhere you couldn’t see him. You almost jumped when your club’s bouncer, Ravi, approached you in the middle of your mini lap dance. 

“Candy, the tall guy,” he tried not to point, “the white haired one with dark glasses wants a private dance.” Satoru approached the bouncer earlier when he first came in, pre-requesting a dance from you and tipping him a hefty amount for it. Though he’d explained he’d be fine if you declined it, he truly just wanted to see just how far he could get.

You stared at the thick wad of cash that stuck out of the pocket of Ravi’s dress shirt. You knew Satoru had the guts to ask you directly, but it was more so that he was that much of an asshole, who simply wanted you to approach him on your own.

Ravi then pointed loosely with his chin at Satoru, who had been sitting on the sofa on the other side of the club now.

You nodded, assuring Ravi you weren’t going to keep him waiting. You walked slowly towards him, he barely made eye contact with you. 

Fake it until you can’t.

“Hey handsome,” you lean over the railing, displaying your breasts right beside him. He perked up a bit, though he briefly watched you walk towards him beforehand. He sparks a grin, and you can see blue orbs peering ever so slightly over the edges of his glasses. 

“Hey,” he confidently sits back, not even shy about looking at your breasts.

“Have you been here before?” A classic conversation starter, but were you were  attempting to poke fun at the awkward situation. 

“Ahh, yes! Ms. Number One, from the private dancer line up. I was here yesterday with my friend.” He took a sip from his glass. “But I don’t expect you to remember. You’re a very busy, and talented woman.” 

You bite back a blush, “Thank you.” 

“A little birdie told me you wanted a private dance,” you maneuvered around the railing but still leaned against it. 

“Oh yeah,” he preferred not to waste time. He pulled a thick and wrapped stack of cash from his shirt and placed it on the table in front of you. You tried your best to keep your eyes from widening. The currency strap read $5000. 

“A private dance in the private booth costs a hundred.” You felt inclined to remind him as the both the stack and him stared back at you. “And if you wanted the highest package it’s $500 with champagne and refreshments included for the hour, typically for a group.”

“It says that on your website,” he nods, clearly already knowing the information. You almost squint at him before he speaks again.

“Also, I figured I’d pay you enough to go home for the night if you felt like it.” He shrugged. The Gojo family clearly had it well for him to just toss five thousand dollars at a stranger. You shivered when you remembered counting your earnings from the night before, two thirds of the pile being from Satoru. 

A part of you felt like ripping your mask off and asking him to go home. Your awkward silence made him stifle a laugh.

“Candy, baby girl, is somethin’ wrong?”

You knew he knew you were blushing, even with your mask. But you promised yourself one thing after leaving the locker room- you would bring him to his knees. And if  he wanted to play, you’d be sure to win.

“Alright hot stuff, come with me.” You used a finger to slide the stack towards you before picking it up. 

He grinned at you before you brought him to one of the private rooms. Everything was preset up considering Ravi saw you warming him up prior.

Satoru made himself comfortable in the soft velvet cushions and red lighting. You sat beside him, taking hold of one of the champagne bottles from the ice bucket. You popped it open, causing some of the foam to splatter onto your breasts and stomach.

“Whoops,” you said playfully. You always liked to tease with the exclusive dances. He bites his lip while he watches you fill both of your glasses, taking up one soon after.

“Do you guys have candy here?”

“Only mints by the bar. Did you want something sweet?” That’s so like him, you thought.

“Nah, mints don’t count.” He shook his head. “Chocolate anything?”

“We have chocolate-covered strawberries,” you suggest.

“That’ll do,” he clutches one of the heart shaped pillows, flashing smile.

You rung the bell on the wall, speaking into the microphone beside it to make the request before plopping beside him.

“You’ve got me for the hour,” you leant towards him, crossing your legs. “So let’s make it count.”

“I was hoping we could talk for a bit first,” he said, swishing the liquid in his glass. You almost panicked, but quickly spoke up.

“Sure, whatever you want.” You lean your arm on edge of the couch. It wasn’t uncommon for guys to request dances from you just for you to listen to their qualms for the hour. Although, you never pictured Satoru as the type to do so. Actually scratch that— you settled into the sofa, preparing to hear him ramble on about himself. You made sure to keep eye contact with him, making it known you were indeed listening.

“I got a thing for this girl— she’s amazing. She hates me though. Granted, I’ve been an asshole since high school. I think she’s into my best friend, although he promises me it’s nothing like that.”

“Have you tried flirting with her?” Satoru was infamous for being a casual, serial dater. You wondered who she could be. Just because you were in his inner circle didn’t necessarily mean this girl was you or anyone you might’ve known. But you couldn’t help but put yourself into perspective anyway. 

“Yeah, but she’s pretty mean though.” He grinned, “To me.”

“And that makes you happy?” You questioned.

“I mean, obviously it doesn’t.” He clarified, realizing just how crazy he looked in that moment. “Oddly enough, I’d like to think she likes me back a bit.”

“Sounds kiddish right?” He chuckles. “Like is she a middle schooler or something? She’s been playing hard to get for a while now.” 

You twitch your eye a bit, was he really that full of himself? 

“She probably doesn’t like you. You shouldn’t try to read between the lines. Have you ever asked her directly if she does?” You reason, trying to humble him a bit.

“Nah, I guess I’m just afraid to ask her the right way.” He cocked his head back, earning a confused look from you. You never knew Satoru could be afraid of anything. He was seemingly a fearless person and he was the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer to date.

“Could you elaborate?” You poked.

“She’s the only woman whose ever rejected me. Can you believe that?”

You’re partially amused, these truly were the thoughts in his head— you were sure of it.

“What I mean mostly is that I think she’s an idiot,” he chuckled. You almost broke into laughter.

“For rejecting you?” 

“No, no, no— well, maybe. I think she’s incredibly dense. I’ve known her for like 10 years. That or she just tunes out my advances.” He scoffs. 

“Everyone else knows it’s obvious I still like her. I think the reason why I’m never direct with my feelings, or the reason I boil it down to casual flirting is because I’m scared of her rejecting me again.” 

“The first time was when we were both seniors in high school. She told me to try again after I learned some ‘compassion’. It feels like she’s somewhat interested in me. And I hardly think I need to learn anything— but it’s been years since she said that.” He adds.

He hadn’t looked at you the entire time, sort of ogling at his drink before setting it down. 

He was unraveling in front of you, as a complete stranger.

“You get this a lot— the sappy talks, right?”

You nodded, “It’s no big deal.”

“I promise I’m not like this all the time.”

A clearer look inside Satoru’s mind was interesting, to say the least. You don’t think he acted this way on purpose. Perhaps, nothing has pushed him into such a corner for him to begin actively taking people’s feelings into account the way the average person might.

He huffed. “What would you do?”

You pondered for a bit, what would you do? You weren’t sure who the mystery woman he described was but you felt a little jealous, trying to wrap your head around the idea of him being this smitten over someone. He had given you a taste of himself, something he dared not to show you when you weren’t wearing the mask.

“Be direct next time you approach her. Stop playing around so much and tell her how you really feel. Nothing too grand, and try your best to understand her if she rejects you again. You’re a handsome guy, so it won’t be the end of the world if she does.” You explain.

“I don’t mean to sound insensitive by saying that last part either.” You added. Though his head was cocked back, his gaze shifted towards you. He hardly looked worried or sad at all. He shot you a toothy smirk, making you squirm in your seat a bit.

“I know that,” he finally says. There he was again, being his typical arrogant self. “If it doesn’t work out, you’ll see me back here again.”

Dear God, Satoru becoming one of your regulars? You didn’t know if you could handle that. You could just work in a different club. Lord, let this mystery woman scoop him up, and make your life easier. 

The thought of him coming regularly just to see you made you happy sort of, but you found yourself getting jealous for the days you wouldn’t work. Suddenly, you didn’t want anyone else dancing for him. It had to be you.

“Woah, you okay?” He tilted his head towards you. You held your cheeks in your hand. If you were a kettle, you’d physically be steaming.

“You’ve got a cute side, Ms. Candy. That’s precious.” He leant forward, glasses sliding down his nose a bit. No matter how long you’ve known him, he would still give you butterflies just like when you were younger.

The server entered the room, placing the strawberries that he ordered onto the table. You watched him take off his shades and hang them on his shirt.

“Fuck yes,” he grinned, picking up one of the chocolate covered fruits. You watched him take a bite, tugging on your own bottom lip. He slid his tongue between two fingers, blue orbs just barely glinting at you. He hummed in delight as you awed at him. Really, everything about him was perfect aside from his flawed personality. You would’ve been dating him already if you felt he’d be a good boyfriend. He was obviously and unfairly attractive. You were positive the sex would be good too, considering you heard more than satisfactory things. He was tall, and wealthy, and strong and talented. He was just a shitty person sometimes. 

Somehow you liked him all this time, he’s been the only man whose kept your interest. That’s partially because he was persistent, in the most attractive and appealing way. But you’re adults now, maybe you should stop playing around so much. 

Did you even have time to change your mind with this mystery girl in the way?

“I think I’m ready for my dance now,” he said smugly, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“Of course baby. Just sit back and relax.” You had to remind yourself, you’re Candy right now, and not (Name). 

He sunk back into the sofa, spreading his legs as you got up and positioned yourself in front of him. He spreads his long arms on the head of the sofa, slight smile leaking at the corners of his lips. 

You swayed your body, giving him a show. It was finally happening. You were giving him the very thing you fantasized about since you started dancing. You climbed onto his lap, grinding against him as the music played in tandem with your hips. He seemed elated, and not even remotely ashamed of the growing bulge in his jeans. You were feeling antsy, watching him with his arms sprawled out like that.

“I don’t normally let people touch me during my dances, but you can if you want.” You weren’t supposed to sound so shy when you said it. 

“You’re being extremely generous, I’ll tip you again, for sure baby.”

You felt his large, hot hands connect with your back, running down the smooth skin. You smiled smugly, looking down at him. You grinded against him some more, feeling his bulge confidently poke against your sex.

All you ever wanted was for him to touch you like this. You were mad at yourself for holding out this long— why did his hands feel so good against your bare skin?

Possibly just because you liked him, and that amplified the experience. 

Lost in the moment, you felt your hands run through the smooth fade of his undercut while you humped his lap. The amount of stimulation this gave the both of you was astounding. You heard a soft groan leave his lips, rising color out of your cheeks. 

You brought a finger to the string of your outfits top, pulling it undone and gracing him with the sight of your breasts as you tossed the fabric on the sofa. He was sort of surprised, but his facial expression was nothing short of cocky. It wasn’t the first time a stranger stripped top-less for him, and coincidentally, making panties drop was his hobby.

“Oh~?” 

His voice was terrifically deep, you never knew he could drop an octave this low. You’d usually be talking up a storm, doting on your customers with compliments and saying appropriately reassuring things. The entire experience was weird, having your childhood crush grope you and nuzzle his face into your breasts hadn’t been on your to do list for the evening.

He hummed against the skin in the center of your chest, sending vibrations up your spine.

“I know I’m pushing it, considering this is nothing but a service agreement, but I’d be happy to make you feel good— if you want me to, that is.” 

You looked down at him, knowing the mask you wore couldn’t save you from him noticing the blushing look on your face. 

“Just what do you take me for?” You’re being playful about it, wrapping your arms around his neck so he knows you’re not offended. 

“A hard working woman. I envy the man who gets to spoil you.” 

You couldn’t think of a response, and you assumed he caught on due to the way your lips parted and no sound emerged. 

“Ohh-hoh??? There isn’t one, is there?”

He stole the show from you, and now you’re sitting in his lap like some sort of blushing sheep. 

“That makes me feel sort of special,” he purred, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You let out a dainty moan, grinding harder against him. You were no longer grinding along with the music, just finding a rhythm that would satisfy the both of you. He grunted at your sudden change in pace, his searing hot breath against your skin.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, nipple between his teeth.

“What about the girl you like?” You found yourself regretting even saying that, considering you were supposed to be a neutral party.

“You jealous?” 

You suck in your bottom lip, barely forming a pout. He truly was an asshole to everyone. It didn’t even matter if someone was on top of him. Before you’re able to say anything, he speaks again.

“Don’t be.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the center of your chest, heightening the crimson hues on your cheeks. His soft lips unfortunately tore from your body when his phone rang. He slipped the thing from his jacket pocket, answering the call. 

“Alright, I’ll be there in 30.” He said finally after following subsequent huffs. He ended the call, looking back up at you with apologetic eyes.

“I’ve gotta cut this short,” he was pained to say it. He was having too much fun. 

“That’s alright.” You say, sliding your leg off him and finding your top.

He stood, straightening his clothes whilst muttering what you barely made out as ‘fuckin’ Nanami’ through his teeth. You almost laughed, as you tied your top back on.

“Candy, baby, I’m sorry. Guess I’ll have to come back again.” He looked too happy to say it.

“Before your confession?” You say smugly. “Or after?”

“No no, I’m a man of my word. I’ll come back only under those conditions I mentioned.” He says.

“I wish you the best of luck.” You say, crossing your legs.

“You’re rooting for me? You really don’t wanna see me again.” He chuckled as he towered over you, his blue gaze now covered by his glasses again.

“I’m always rooting for my customers.” You smile slyly.

His grin softened, and you wish you knew why he was looking at you like that.

“See you around, Ms. Candy.”

He waved goodbye as he exited the room, finally allowing you a some relief. Hopefully this chick doesn’t reject him, you thought.

Even though he probably wouldn’t come back, you thought about quitting and working elsewhere anyway. You tore off your mask, pushing your hair back out of your face.

You really didn’t want to have to wear one of these again.

[mammonshuman92]

- Watched -

Mammon & GN!MC

** TW: Stalking, cussing, religion (ish? I guess?)

| part two | | part three |

It’s been nearly 6 months since you left the Devildom. You picked up where you had left off in the human world: college, work, home, repeat. Sure, you missed your family while you were away, but now your heart aches almost constantly for the new family you loved so much, that you had to leave behind. (Not that you really had a choice in the matter.)

 As much as it hurt to leave the brothers, Diavolo was right. Establishing harmony and unity with the three realms won’t go over too well if one of the human representatives doesn’t go back to the human world, now will it? Still, it sucks. Life is so boring without all of them.

And quiet.

It’s not like you don’t talk though. Yeah, Diavolo has that rule in place where they have to take turns talking to you because “human’s lives are short” and they were “taking up too much of your time”, but that’s not really going to stop them, is it?

Well kinda, actually.

You can’t really argue with a direct order from the demon lord, after all.

-

Is it Asmo's day to call? You thought to yourself, trying to remember (not that you ever could) the schedule Lucifer came up with. Your own schedule was hard enough to remember.

You had been picking up extra shifts at work and staying late to study at school when you could. Finding any reason to stay busy or get out of the house. The deafening silence was too much to bear.

"I wonder when I can go visit? I should call Diavolo.." you said to yourself quietly.

You were walking home from your shift at the coffee shop near campus. The sun was just starting to set and the air was slightly crisp, causing you to pull your jacket a little tighter.

If it weren't for the brilliant pinks and warm oranges cast on the sky by the setting sun, it would've felt like a regular night in the Devildom. Memories of your last few days spent there came flooding back, bringing the sadness along with them.

In just one year, you had gotten so close to everyone, but you had gotten especially close to Mammon. He was responsible for you in the beginning of course, but the connection was undeniable (no matter how much he did deny it). He was a total simp for you, and you for him. It was rather cringey to everyone else. He could be a handful at times, but that tsundere really is a great boyfriend. Leaving him behind was... well, there's no words for it.

Rounding the corner, you could see your house perfectly. Now that the sun had gone down a bit more, it was getting darker and you were suddenly thankful that you remembered to turn on the porch light before you left.

You pulled your keys from your jacket pocket while climbing the few steps to your front door, and something caught your eye. Your stomach dropped.

Not again..

You plucked the folded piece of paper that was stuck in the screen door and quickly made your way inside, locking the door behind you.With a heavy sigh, you tossed your keys on the table by the door and dropped your bag on the floor beside you. You immediately went to shower and change not giving the paper a second thought.

Not everyone in the human world agreed with the Devildom exchange student program. After you and Solomon had arrived in the Devildom, there were numerous protests by a group much like the Westboro lunatics. They were without a doubt against the program and called for it’s immediate termination. Thankfully, their personal hatred was no match for the opportunity for the realms to find peace.

 When you had returned, you noticed people whispering about you, calling you names and giving you dirty looks. You've even received quite a few pieces of hate mail. Granted, the people opposed to the program were very small in numbers, even if it didn’t seem that way. It didn't bother you though. Demons ended up being some of the most important people to you. Not to mention you were kinda in love with one of them. People could say what they wanted about the Devildom and about you, their words didn't bother you.

You were still towel drying your hair when your phone rang. Tossing the towel, you rushed to the living room to fish it out of your bag, Asmo's face popping up on the caller ID. You were right, it was Asmo’s night. You were secretly hoping it was a certain greedy demon’s turn to call (not that he doesn’t text you almost constantly.)

Asmo was the same as usual. Talking animatedly about this and that, gushing over new beauty products and outfits, filling you in on all the gossip you were missing. While he was rambling, your eyes fell onto the paper that was in your door. Might as well look at the newest piece of hate mail, right? 

You began unfolding the paper, quickly giving Asmo an “omg!” about the gossip he was dishing (even though you hadn’t been paying attention.)

Upon seeing the contents, all the color drained from your face. You were sure your heart sank into your stomach, but you could hear the rapid beating in your ears. You suddenly felt hot, and the air around you seemed thick.

Then the adrenaline kicked in.

With shaky hands, you quickly checked the front door making sure it was locked, and headed to the back door to do the same. You rushed around checking the windows and pulling all the curtains closed. Everything seemed fine, nothing out of the ordinary. Still, that didn’t settle your nerves any.

“MC, dear? Did you hear me?” The sound of Asmo’s voice brought you out of your frantic state.

“Huh? S-sorry Asmo. I guess I s-spaced out.” You tried your best to keep your tone normal and steady your breathing, as to not alert him to anything. You really should give him more credit, though.

“MC? Is everything alright?” His tone was different, no longer playful and flirty. You could hear the concern.

Shit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. More hate mail is all. No biggie.” You lied. Maybe he would believe it..

There was a pause on his end, “You’re STILL getting it? Don’t they have anything better to do?” Good, he bought it. For now, anyway.

After about 10 more minutes Asmo said his goodbyes, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

This piece hate mail turned out to be something much worse than the run of the mill stuff you usually received. Inside there were pictures. Of you. At work, at school, the grocery store, ...outside your house. There was also a newspaper clipping that had a picture of you and your family, from when your parents first opened their bakery a few years back. There were red ‘Xs’ marked through everyone’s faces...

The only words scrawled inside read, “I’ve been watching you. You will pay for what you’ve done, whore. And don’t even think about telling your demon fuck buddies. I know everything about you and your family. It’d be a shame if anything happened to poor old Mom and Dad because their child is an unholy slut.”

You read it over and over, tears streaking your cheeks. Hate mail was nothing new, but now this? A stalker? 

Maybe I’m just over thinking it. The other hate mail was spicy too. But these pictures... There is NO way I’m over thinking this..

“Regardless, I can’t tell the brothers.” You shuddered at what their reaction would be like. It would definitely make all of Diavolo’s hard work on the exchange program obsolete. It wouldn’t be good for any of the three realms. There was still a long way to go, but the program was a giant step in the right direction to obtaining peace and understanding. If dealing with some backlash and hate mail could help get closer to that goal, then for the sake of the greater could, you could handle it.

“For now, I will bear this burden myself.”

- {3 weeks later} -

“Are you okay?”

The simple question nearly made you squeak and nearly jump out of your skin. You turn and meet the worried gaze of your lab partner. You weren’t super close with her, so you knew your current state had to be bad if she was picking up on it.

God, do I really look that bad? You got a good look at yourself this morning, and yeah, you absolutely look that bad. But then again, you haven’t really slept in a few weeks. You had gigantic purple eye bags, your hair looked like a family of birds took up residence in it. Your skin was pale and lifeless, and you began skin picking at your nails due to the anxiety. You’d even lost about twenty pounds.

“Sorry, I guess I was spacing out.”

“It’s alright. It’s just- no offense, but you look awful. Have you been sleeping?” She asked, eyes scanning your face.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Promise.” You lied. She nodded and gave you a weak smile, dropping the subject for now.

You hadn’t really been paying attention to class today. Well, for the last several days, really. You’ve been putting in less effort for a lot of things lately. You’ve been slacking off bad at school and barely keeping up at work. Not to mention you never sleep anymore. How can you though?

You left class early and although it was still early in the day, you decided to skip the rest of your lectures for the day. You’ve always been a fantastic student, so taking a day off wouldn’t really hurt anything. And seeing as today was Thursday, you didn’t even have work today. Same as every week.

 Upon arriving home, you were relieved to see that there weren’t any notes left for you. Yet, anyway.

Ever since the first letter a few weeks ago, they’ve been showing up constantly. Only a few times the first week or so, but now you get at least one every single day. They’re also increasing in severity. The sender seems to be becoming more and more unhinged with every passing day.

“Dirty demon whore!!”

“You’re a HUMAN!! How dare you taint your body with demons!”

“I will cleanse you and make you pure again.”

There was so, so much more. All of it growing more and more explicit with each letter.

The whole thing was taking a huge tool on you, but what could you do? Your family’s safety was on the line. You so badly wanted to tell Mammon of even the cops, but you couldn’t live with yourself if anything bad were to happen. Whatever this psycho had planned, you would gladly put yourself in the line of fire to save those closest to you.

The whole situation has also affected your relationship with Mammon and the rest of the brothers as well. At first, you tried to hide what was happening, but they started getting suspicious and asking questions. Always wondering why you sounded so tired and why you kept cutting their phone calls super short. You always rejected their face time requests, knowing that your drastic change in appearance would be alarming and alert them that something was wrong. Lately, you’ve barely talked to any of them. Especially Mammon. He’d be the first to figure out something was wrong with you and come here ready to fight.

That honestly didn’t sound too bad. You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you while you ugly cried. Breathing in his scent while he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

Your heart started to ache.

-

When you got home you decided to take a nice, hot shower to hopefully help ease some of your tension and possibly begin to get a handle on your quickly deteriorating self care status.

Once you felt somewhat normal again, you put on your comfiest pj’s (which included one of Mammon’s shirts) and plopped yourself on your bed in the fetal position. It was the only thing that kinda helped ease a tiny bit of the feeling that everything was spiraling out of control. The warm scent of your most favorite demon helped calm you.

*bzzz* *bzzz* *bzzz*

Damn. I almost fell asleep..

You sat up, rubbing your eyes and reached for your D.D.D. on your nightstand. The called ID made your heart rate accelerate and your palms sweaty.

It’s him.

“Mammon..? I thought it was Beel’s turn to call?”

“I don’t care about Lucifer’s stupid schedule. I need to talk to ya.” His tone made him sound like he was on edge.

“Oh, ok. What’s up?”

He scoffed, “Really? You’ve barely messaged me back in three days. The last time I called, ya hung up after five minutes.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy.” Every lie helps break your heart just a little more. 

“You’ve never been too busy before. Besides, shouldn’t ya be in a class right now or somethin’? It ain’t even noon.”

“I left class early and I’m skipping the rest of the day.” You explained.

“..Hmm.” He replied, you could detect suspicion in his response.

It was quiet on his end for a moment.

“MC?”

“Yeah?”

“..Do ya got another boyfriend? Cause The Great Mammon is definitely better! And-and, I’ll kick their ass!”

“What? Mammon, no. One boyfriend is almost more than I can handle.”

“Wha- hey!”

For the first time in who knows when, you actually giggled. It felt so good.

“So, you swear nothin’ is wrong? You’ve been actin’ so weird.” His voice was heavy with concern.

“Yeah, I swear.” Lie.

As good as it felt to talk to him, you needed to end the call before he ended up dragging the truth out of you. If any one could figure out what was wrong with you, it’d be him. The two of you had spent so much time together, that you can practically read each other like a book.

“I gotta go, ok? I have work later and I need to get ready.” Lie. But, you needed to get off the phone with him before he suspects anything.

“Yeah, sure.” He sounded so defeated. You could almost hear him pouting.

After a quicker goodbye than you usually have when getting off the phone with Mammon, you fell back onto your bed with a heavy sigh.

That was a little rough, but he seemed to believe it. I hope this will all be over soon.

With that, you quickly fell asleep, lulled by the memory of your demon’s voice. Although you wouldn’t sleep long, at least you got to fall asleep to the thought of him.

-

*bzzz* *bzzz* *bzzz*

Geez, are ya gonna answer or not? Ya always pick up on the second ring when I call ya.., Mammon thought.

Finally, on the sixth ring, “Mammon..? I thought it was Beel’s turn to call?”

Man, hearing your voice is like music.

“I don’t care about Lucifer’s stupid schedule. I need to talk to ya.” His tone made him sound a little rougher than intended, but it was all the same. He needed to hear you voice.

“Oh, ok. What’s up?”

He scoffed, “Really? You’ve barely messaged me back in three days. The last time I called, ya hung up after five minutes.”

I miss ya like crazy. Ya keep avoiding me..

“Oh. I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy.” 

Huh? But, MC is always busy doing somethin’ and it never stopped em’ before..

He started getting an uneasy feeling deep in his stomach. He could tell something was off, but he just didn’t know what it was.

Is it ...someone else? Nah, MC wouldn’t do that. ...Right??

“You’ve never been too busy before. Besides, shouldn’t ya be in a class right now or somethin’? It ain’t even noon.” He didn’t try to hide the pout, that he knew you could hear, in his voice. His own thoughts were beginning to hurt his feelings.

“I left class early and I’m skipping the rest of the day.” MC explained.

“..Hmm.” He hummed. Thoughts started swirling around in his head.

MC never skips school, not even at RAD. Somethin’ is definitely going on. And what’s with the short answers? MC always talks like crazy. Maybe they’re mad at me?

It was quiet for a moment while he tried to sort through his thoughts.

“MC?” He asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“..D-do ya got another boyfriend? Cause The Great Mammon is definitely better! And-and, I’ll kick their ass!”

“What? Mammon, no. One boyfriend is almost more than I can handle.”

“Wha- hey!” You giggled at his response. It was small, but he heard it. It made his heart swim.

All joking aside, he did believe you. Something was definitely not right with you though.

“So, you swear nothin’ is wrong? You’ve been actin’ so weird.” His voice was heavy with concern.

“Yeah, I swear.” Those three words caused his heart to sink.

That was a lie.. MC only says ‘I swear’ while tryin’ to act like somethin’ ain’t wrong..

He pushed his thoughts aside for the time being and continued the conversation. It only lasted a few more minutes before you started saying your goodbyes. Again, cutting the call short.

“I gotta go, ok? I have work later and I need to get ready.” 

Hmm. Why does that seem weird?

“Yeah, sure.” He sounded so defeated.

There was, without a doubt in his mind, something going on. Something that would make you lie to him..

One way or another, he was going to find out.

-

“Mammon? Are you alright?”

Mammon was sprawled out on the couch in the common room. After talking to you, he was lost in his thoughts and feeling rather down. Beel passed by the common room on his was back from the kitchen when he saw his older brother. Noticing that he looked sad, Beel went to investigate.

Mammon looked up to meet Bee’s concerned gaze and with a sigh, he sat up.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Mammon said, as he stood up to leave. Beel could tell he was obviously lying, but decided not to press the issue.

Mammon stopped a few paces away from Beel, and turned back around to face him.

“Hey, Beel. Was MC actin’, I don’t know, “off”, the last time ya talked to em’?” He asked the sixth born, thinking maybe you had accidentally let something slip.

Beel’s face seemed to twist up a little bit, and he nodded.

“Yeah, kind of. MC used to sound excited when I called, but now they hardly talk at all. And they used to send me pictures of the food they were eating and new recipes, at least twice a day, but it’s been about two weeks since the last one they sent.” He explained, sadness in his voice. While in the Devildom, you were his favorite person to eat with.

Mammon nodded at his brother, getting lost in his thoughts again.

So, it’s not just me. MC is actin’ strange with Beel too..

Neither of them had paid been paying enough attention to see Asmo enter the room.

“Mammon, there you are. I’m going out, and I need my new bag from Majolish. The one I let you borrow. And i swear, if you sold it-” Asmo stopped mid sentence when he noticed the sad state two of his brothers.

“Is it about MC?” He asked, nonchalaunt.

Mammon’s head snapped toward his brother.

“What do you mean? Did they say somethin’ to ya?” Mammon asked quickly, taking a few steps closer to his brother.

MC and Asmo always gossip with each other, so maybe they’d tell him somethin’..

“Calm down. MC really hasn’t talked to me much in the last month. I’m so hurt! Who else am I going to talk beauty products with? Lucifer? Goodness, no.”

“Asmo!” Mammon said loudly, trying to get the fifth born back on track.

“Oh, right. Let’s see.” He put a finger to his chin and thought about it. “Hmm. The only thing I can think of was during the last normal conversation I had with them. They said something about receiving a piece of hate mail. They said it was no big deal, but I distinctly remember MC seemed flustered by it. Which I thought was weird, considering it’s definitely not the first one they’d received..” Asmo explained.

Hate mail? MC has only mentioned it to me a couple times. Do they really get it that often..?

“How long ago was that?” Mammon asked. He felt like he was on the brink of something. Just a few more puzzle pieces..

“Hmm, it was right before MC started acting distant toward me. So, about three or four weeks, maybe.” Asmo explained. That’s around the time you had started acting weird with Mammon too.

“So, maybe something happened to MC.” Beel suggested.

“No, MC would tell us. ..Right?” Asmo questioned.

Mammon was so confused.

What is goin’ on with you, MC?

-

After talking with his brothers, Mammon holed himself up in his room. He didn’t really want to be around anyone at the moment. His thoughts were driving him crazy and giving him a headache. What was he not seeing? What piece of the puzzle was he missing?

He started going over your last conversation again, for the millionth time, looking for any kind of clue. But, you seemed normal. Well, your new normal, anyway. Distant, short answers, not giving too much to the conversation. What were you hiding?

It was something about the end of your conversation, but what was it?

He remembered your small giggle. The memory caused a smile to break out across his face. It gave him a tiny bit of hope that you were still there. That you still loved him. That whatever was troubling you, wasn’t making you forget them completely.

It was after that though. You had said “I swear”, which was a red flag, considering you only say it when you’re trying to convince him you’re ok when you’re really not.

He sighed, and rolled over on his bed. He looked at the alarm clock on his night stand, numbers glowing an angry red.

MC is probably at work right now..

Something caught his eye.

Today is Thursday... MC never works on Thursday. I guess the schedule coulda changed. No, cause MC specifically requested to always have that day off for some reason. Delivery day at their family’s bakery, I think. ...MC lied, again..

Then it hit him.

The small little lies. Avoiding all of them, even him for weeks now. Barely talking when you do answer the phone. The way you always sounded so tired and out of it.

It had something to do with what Asmo said about the hate mail.

“Hmm. The only thing I can think of was during the last normal conversation I had with them. They said something about receiving a piece of hate mail. They said it was no big deal, but I distinctly remember MC seemed flustered by it. Which I thought was weird, considering it’s definitely not the first one they’d received..”

Mammon didn’t even know that you’d been receiving that much hate mail. Sure, you’d told him about it a couple times, but he didn’t think it was that bad. Maybe it was actually pretty serious. Is that why you’d been so distant.

Mammon got up from his bed, and began pacing around the room. He almost had it figured out, he could feel it.

Asmo said MC seemed flustered, so it had to have somethin’ to do with the hate mail they received that day, since after that is when MC started actin’ weird.What if it’s somethin’ bad. Like, bad bad. 

He stopped pacing.

The thought of MC being in danger was...

Mammon grabbed his jacket, where it was thrown onto the pool table and left his room in a hurry. He was on his way to Lucifer’s study, mentally preparing himself on the way. He was sure he knew what his brother’s answer would be, but he wasn’t going to just sit here. He needed to know that you were, in fact alright, with his own eyes.

I’m going to the human world. Whether Lucifer allows it or not.

| part two | | part three |

[limenysnocket]

Attention and Company

I couldn't help myself. @honorarytenenbaum

Summary: Sometimes you need someone to chill with, and that's okay. Maybe that person is your boyfriend who also gets a little roughed up at work sometimes. Pubs can sustain you both for only so long, but what you really need is to curb yourselves in the mall parking lot, right next to a shaved ice food truck.

Warnings: Just some light swearing, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and some brief mentions to "raunchy" behavior. This is a soft fic for y'all tonight, out here needin' some gentle lovin'.

A/N: Got some lonely feelings right now. I just wanna hug someone, dude. Yo, we could totally watch a movie over discord sometime... maybe.

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Today sucked. Flat out. The bags under your eyes didn't lie, and now here you were, outside of your studio, sitting on the hood of your car, eating a granola bar to stave off hunger for a few more hours. Hopefully.

You pull your phone from your pocket, looking at the time for a moment, then looking at your screensaver. It was the only thing that could make you smile. You had your arm wrapped around one of your closets friends, Taika, and the phone didn't capture it, but he had his arm wrapped around your waist. His curls were all messed up, and the picture perfectly showed how drunk you both were by the fuzzy pink on your cheeks. It was 99 cent beer night at one of the local pubs, and unlike the first one held at a baseball game, all went well.

Of course, there was a limit to how much the two of you were allowed to drink, but that didn't stop the many failed attempts at stealing other people's drinks while they were looking away, just to get a taste more. Didn't matter that you guys were eventually thrown out of the bar for breaking rules and coming close to breaking a few faces, you had a great night.

That night also lead to a few other places, including his hotel room, but that end of the story has to be saved for another time.

Instead of staring at your phone for another century, you decide to unlock it and dial the man up. You knew he was somewhere around here, either charming his way onto another movie set to mess with his rich friends, or getting his tired ass kicked by daylight savings.

His number was saved to your favorites, so dialing him was quick and easy. The wait for him to pick up didn't last long either.

"Talk to me..."

God, his voice sounds like one big yawn. Looks like he needs a bit of perking up too.

"I've got two curbside tickets to eat a snow cone and watch kids do loops on their bikes in the parking lot. One of those tickets has your name on them," you grin, despite sounding exhausted too. The day really made you strain your voice.

His musical laughter really makes the sun look brighter from its low position in the sky.

"That's oddly specific... where would these magical tickets take me afterwards?" He had cocked his eyebrows up and leaned against his office door while he spoke to you.

"If this were a booty call, I would have told you already, Taik," you snort and tease him. "So, it's either make yourself fat on some weirdly flavored snow cone, or take your horny-ass home."

"Okay, okay... I'd like to make myself fat for a night, as long as your there," his voice is dreamy, desperate and warm. "You there already?"

"Nope," your lips pop the p, "but I'm nearby."

"I swear to God, if you're talking and driving, I'm gonna whoop your ass," Taika stood up, acting serious when he was just really worried about your safety in general.

"I'm not, I'm fine," you laugh again. "Not even in the car. Sitting on it though, trying to convince the world's sexiest man to go out with me again."

"And you said this wasn't a booty call," he retorts over the phone, making you playfully glare at the asphalt on the road. It's like he's in front of you.

"You coming or not?" you change the subject and you hear him laugh again, but softer.

"Yeah... I'll be there in a few minutes, gorgeous."

He always made goodbyes so easy. Maybe it was because you both knew you would be seeing each other again, no matter what circumstances you were thrown into. But the dial tone still had its effects.

You slip off the hood of your car, and take a seat in the driver's seat. The warm summer air makes your skin glow, and your brain went fuzzy only imagining it doing the same to Taika.

The drive feels so quiet. For a moment, you actually thought about calling him again, but you knew for a fact that he wouldn't pick up if he was driving.

As predicted, kids are zooming around on their bikes, showing off to their friends or trying to be cool, even though they all were obviously teary-eyed each time they scraped a knee. It was amusing to you and Taika, especially when some of the older boys would try to catch your attention and zip past you and Taika. It ended up being a heckle fest in the end, and some kid always went home with his butt hurt.

Keys and wallet in hand, you trek to the small, blue trailer tucked in the corner of the parking lot.

"Damn, you must have beat me here by just a few seconds," Taika calls, rustling his way through the small spaces between a couple of cars.

"Well, you've never been a speed demon type, so last place is your calling when it comes to racing," you guwaf and grin at him. He rolls his eyes and comes to walk right next to you.

"I pride myself on road safety," he hums, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You glance at him from the side, just to silently check up on him. His hair was tousled and his eyes were resteless. It looks like he had it rough from the start. He had struggled to get dressed this morning, but picked the most eccentric clothes in his closet to make up from his lack of sleep.

"Dare you to try the dill pickle flavor this time," his cocky tone wakes you up.

"Like hell I will," you snort as you finally reach the trailer, where a teen boy happily greets the both of you.

"Oh come on, it'll be funny," he eggs you on, his bottom lip pouting.

"Keep trying to make me get dill pickle, and the next time we have a movie night together, I'm getting the pizza," you sniff and he rolls his eyes. He thinks it is an odd threat. "And I'm making it all Hawaiian pizza." That got his attention.

"Bull shit, you would never. Not on a perfectly good pizza!" He gasps.

"Oh, just watch me, pineapple boy," you snicker and point to his pineapple print shorts. You break conversation to order two piña colada flavored snow cones. Taika usually took for-fucking-ever when it came to picking a single flavor, so ever since the second time you've been out here with him, he assigned you to choose for him. He usually got what you got.

Now, you wait.

You plop yourself down on the curb, as you promised, and he joined you with a long, loud groan. You give him a bewildered stare, wondering if his age had really gotten him this much. He smiles at you through a wince.

"Sat on my keys," he wheezes and chuckles at his own stupidity under his breath.

Your eyes float down to where he pulls out his keys and you start giggling quietly.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure you've done the same thing," Taika says, not handling the fact that you have new material to mess with him, and also trying to get some stories out of you.

"Well yeah, but I don't sit down as violently as you do," you prod his bicep, and he laughs.

"Such a lady. Must sit down gracefully and slowly," he says, mocking an English accent, but he was horrible at accents so of course it was bad. You smack his bicep this time, and he playfully flinches, like it hurt.

"I really need to get you into some accent classes or some shit, before you get your teeth knocked out," you shake your head with a smile.

"What? I think I'm great at accents. My American accent is the best one yet, don't you think?" He smirks at you, and proceeds to demonstrate. "All you have to do is put an 'er' at the end of everything, right? That's totally how they speak around here."

"I would be careful, Mr. Waititi. Could get in some trouble if you say that too loudly," you roll your eyes, and he sighs. Yeah. Things were going to shit in LA. It was clear to everyone, but what could two hollywood producers do to stop things like that? Keep making films, you guess.

"Two, large piña coladas!"

You look up, and so does he.

"I'll get them," you volunteer, but he places his hand on your shoulder before you could get up.

"Let me," he speaks softly, in a damn near whisper.

He stands up and strides right over to the trailer with so much confidence, you're envious. He comes back with two large styrofoam cups in hand, spoons, and a warm smile. His smile was always warm. It set fire in your belly.

He sits down a bit more carefully this time, even though his car keys were sitting in the grass, far away from his landing zone. He hands you your cup and a spoon.

"Do these have alcohol in them?" He nudges you with your elbow and you shake your head.

"As if they would let a seventeen-year-old serve alcoholic beverages," you throw in logic.

"I dunno... ever been to a ballpark before? Pretty sure some of those kids are way too young to be peddling there too, but that doesn't stop people from hiring them," he says while pointing his spoon at you.

"Fair point," you finish, then look at your snow cone. You decide to start eating before it melts.

Silence swarms the air, but comfortably. There's the occasional murmur of cicadas or humming cars drowning them out. Birds would land on the scorching asphalt to pick at whatever crumbs were left by other patrons, before fluttering away at the sight of a zooming bike getting too close for comfort.

Taika will point out a few of the kids doing tricks. He picks his favorites for the night, and he keeps himself busy by watching them. You, on the other hand, are occupied with him. You examine him from the tips of his dirty white chucks, to his frazzled hairdo.

"You look like shit," you mutter. He barely pays you mind and that comment was hardly acknowledged. It was like the air had gone a bit stiffer. He was hiding something from you.

"What's going on, Taik?" you worry. He never kept things from you, unless they were hard to bear.

He sets his cup down and holds his hands together. He looks so tired. So solemn.

"Today was total shit," he whispers and runs a hand through his hair.

"Well, yeah, I get that. I wouldn't have known if you had looked a little spiffier," you say, reaching out and gently tucking a curl on his forehead back in place with all the rest of its friends.

"Look, I--..." he says, turning to you, lips parted slightly, and a yearning sensation bubbling from the tips of his fingers as he rests a single hand on you.

There were tough times with the occupancy you both, willingly, chose. The hardest part about it was making friends, or making love, then finding out you have to leave it behind for a new location the next morning.

"I have to leave... for Sydney..." he says, reaching to gently take your cheek into the palm of his hand.

"When?" you manage, though you were clearly becoming upset.

"In a few weeks. Thor is waiting for me," he sighs, barely able to look at you while his thumb rubbed your ample cheek.

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"I don't want to leave you," he says, tilting your head up just the slightest bit. "And I don't want to stop loving you."

Your eyes search his for a moment, wide and a bit confused.

"I thought you said we were just a fling with--"

He cuts you off, "A fling with benefits. I know..." he sighs again, "but every time I find myself waiting for you to call on a shitty day, each time you rest your head on my shoulder, all the times you smile at me and tease me, I find myself falling... more in love with you." He has to pause to breathe.

It's so quiet. Dangerously quiet.

"What happens if I love you too...?" you muster your courage, and look right into his expressive, brown eyes.

"I don't know," he says to you, thumb still rubbing circles.

"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" you breathe, and he nods.

Still as statues, you wait for words to touch the air. It's only when his foot makes a wrong move and knocks over his snow cone, does the tension break.

His bottom lip pouts for him again and you quietly pick his spoon up off the ground. You clean it on your shirt and hand it to him, all before taking your cup, and holding it out to share. He smiles down at you, taking his spoon from your hand and sticking it into the shaved ice.

Your head leans against his shoulder when the sun disappears behind the mall building.

"I love you too," you whisper.

"I know," he says back, sucking at the tip of his spoon.

"Think we can keep this up over the phone?" you ask, wondering about a brief virtual relationship, just until one of you catches a break.

"Guess there's only one way to find out, huh?" he says, lowering his spoon, wrapping his arm around you, and giving you his full attention.

[dumpsiteforfics]

Las Vegas, Baby!

Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.

Genre: Fluff, romance

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Warnings: slight mention of rape and murder! Only once, no graphical description!

Summary: This is from my Model au! This is two part story. Wait for part 2. ☺️ It's just something fluffy and cute. Just a reason to write these two together!

If you have a background idea about this au, you might be aware that I have used Spencer as model instead of Lila archer and Aaron is the agent who is gone on Spencer! Team comprised of Gideon, rossi, Hotch, Morgan and Garcia at that time!

You can check all my model au musings for more information -> 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 . Please ignore the typos and grammatical mistakes, English is difficult lmao!! Hope you enjoy! ❤️

"Okay everyone, we have a few hours till we reach Vegas, so get some shut eye if you need because we will start working until we find this unsub once we touch down!" Aaron ordered the team. Everyone agreed quickly as Aaron stood up to take his corner seat where he could spread out the files again. As he started looking into the files, making notes of some of the points they had already discussed, the team including Garcia who was still on the video call were talking quietly about lighter things before parting.

"So chocolate thunder, I hope you won't have too much fun without me over there. I'm so jealous that you are in Vegas after so long and I'm not even there!"

Morgan chuckled at Garcia's frustration, "I know baby girl! It's not everyday that we get a case in a city like Vegas! When was the last time we came for a case? Do you remember?" He mused out loud.

Rossi who was just listening to their talk quietly answered, "I think it was when we were helping with that stalker case of that gorgeous kid! What was his name again, Aaron?"

Morgan bit his lips to stop a chuckle passing through as they all watched minute change in their boss's posture. His back stiffened lightly and he frowned deeply before shooting a glare to Rossi as he replied, "Spencer Reid I believe."

Before Rossi could ask something more, Garcia gushed, "Oh God yes!! How did I forget!!! He was so gorgeous and sexy and he was such a cute little rabbit!! I wish I could have had a chance to meet him, you guys were so lucky to have met him!"

Emily and JJ were the only ones at this point who seemed to be out of loop and after watching Garcia's reaction they couldn't ignore asking anymore.

"Okay, holdup Penelope, what's going on? " It was Emily who finally asked her.

"Ohhh he is this gorgeous baby model! He is pretty much famous now but at that time he was being stalked by his obsessed best friend. And BAU was involved. This was back when Gideon was still on team and our fearless leader here was Spencer's security detail! " And then Garcia's voice turned into a hushed (still a bit loud) whisper as she continued, "Bossman's photo with the model was on the front page of all fashion magazines. They created quite a buzz around as well!"

"Okay that's enough!! Everybody go to sleep or I can give you work to do right now, choose wisely!" Hotch ordered, looking pointedly at every single one of them and within a second Garcia bid goodbye, disconnecting the call quickly!

Everyone else just shared a knowing glance with each other before dispersing to their preferred seats all over the plane!

It was going to be a long case, Aaron thought!!

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The team soon forgot all about this supposed model who seemed to be a somewhat touchy subject for their boss. As they reached the LVPD, they were quickly immersed in the work, giving all of their focus to the case as it should be!

It was a bad case, of course all the cases are bad, but there are always some cases who suck everything good out of them, and this was one of those! Closeted teenagers being raped and murdered and the only good thing about it all was that the LEOs were helpful instead of hindering the investigation, without their full support the case would've taken a lot longer.

They were supposed to be flying out that night but the Jet was not in a good condition and their pilot told them that they will most likely be able to fly the next night! Though they would've loved going home as soon as they can, spending a night in Vegas didn't seem like such a bad option.

The team was talking about where they should have dinner and how they should spend the night, considering they didn't have any work and it was as good as vacation! Aaron was in a separate corner talking to someone on the phone and they all just thought he was talking to Strauss, giving her idea about the case and the delay!

As he came back, the team had already decided on a few options, so Rossi put a hand on Aaron's shoulder before saying, "Aaron, we are thinking of hitting this really nice restaurant for dinner, my treat, we deserve it after this long case!"

Surprisingly Aaron shook his head, he waited for a second to choose his words carefully before explaining the reason. "I'm sorry I won't be joining you all tonight! I have dinner plans already with someone else, we will meet tomorrow at the airport when the plane is ready to takeoff! "

Everyone was quite! This was probably the first time they have heard Aaron Hotchner having plans other than work and spending time with the team! He looked cute trying to look stern so no one would ask him questions, but well Rossi was never the one to shut his mouth when Hotch needed it.

"Does it involve certain model with curly hair, bambi eyes and smile to die for?" He asked, like a little shit he was!

But tonight seemed to be a night of surprises because instead of receiving a well placed glare, all they received was a rare dimpled smile which made almost everyone pause their breathing for a second, because yeah it was that gorgeous!

"Well that's for me to know and you to never find out!" Aaron replied, still smiling, before he left them.

They just looked at each other, not really sure if that really happened, but then Morgan whistled, "He is so fucking meeting that boy!!! I knew it! Penelope is going to love this gossip!"

There was still so much about their boss that they weren't aware of!!

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As soon as Aaron rang the bell, Spencer was there opening the door with huge smile! Before Aaron could even place his bags down, he was enveloped in a bear hug by none other than The Spencer Reid, model, actor and his boyfriend!

"I didn't think you'd really come! God!! You are here, you are really here!! Shit, let me see you!" Spencer pulled away, his hands immediately cupping Aaron's face, those eyes almost a bit teary and Aaron felt his heart breaking a little bit! Both of their jobs required a lot of their time and they had to travel constantly. And with the amount of work they both had, they weren't able to spend a lot of time together at all! They both travelled back and forth whenever they got the free time in their schedule, but currently Spencer was working in a movie and he had been so busy with the work that they were not able to meet for more than six months.

Spencer pulled away before taking him inside the house, inside his bedroom. And Aaron kept his bags in their designated place before going to take shower. He would have really liked to have Spencer with him in there but from the looks of it, he had already showered.

So he focused on taking a quick shower, feeling better already in the close existence of his love as the hot water started to relax his tired and aching muscles. He dried his body quickly, snapping one towel around his waist as he came out of the bathroom, drying his head with other towel.

But then it was snatched away by clever fingers and he was pushed on the bed, sitting at the end of it before that lithe body he loved so much was sitting across his lap! Spencer straddled him, before starting to dry his head with the towel he snatched earlier. Aaron hummed as he felt Spencer throwing away the towel after a few minutes before raking his long fingers through his locks. He knew how soothing it was for Aaron, and it helped in melting away those last few evidences of the tension he still had.

He wanted to kiss his boyfriend, preferably 10 minutes ago, but they had a silent agreement. If he kisses now, they won't have a dinner, and he very much wanted to have that dinner with his boyfriend, he wanted to listen to his rants, he wanted to feed him few bites, play a little game of footsie just to make his boyfriend giggle childishly and then when they are full, then he will kiss him! Small, butterfly kisses at first and then they will get heavier and then they will start touching each other and that time they won't have to stop in the middle of it for anything. Because then they'll have only one purpose, to feed the hunger their bodies felt these past few months, and relearn each other's bodies, love those spots and crooks and valleys all over again, and intertwine as one to not part again for little while.

They'll do all of that, soon, but first dinner!!

[eideticmemory]

EVER SINCE NEW YORK V | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 5! Read Part 4 here!

SOUNDTRACK:

Falling - Opia.

Her - Majid Jordan.

Daylight - Maroon 5.

Word Count: 4,619.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, drinking, recreational drug use, a bit of angst.

Spring, Junior Year.

Las Vegas,

Nevada.

“Hey.”

You pulled up the cover, holding it over your body and looking down at Matthew. His head was perched between your legs, and his lips were covered in slickness. “Hey,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, and placed a kiss on your inner thigh. “Wanted to ask you something.”

“Right now?” 

He laughed, “Oh, relax, princess. You’ll get your nut. I just wanted to see if...maybe, you might wanna go to Vegas?”

“Vegas?” you mumbled. “Why?”

“A bunch of us are going for spring break. I’m gonna be everyone’s tour guide, my mom is putting us up for the week. You should come.”

“You know what?” You smiled. “I should come. I really, really should. So, c’mon, get back to it.” You grabbed onto his hair, twirling it on your fingers. 

“Bossy,” he whispered. He leaned down and continued to eat you out. Your head fell back against the pillow, you let out a happy sigh. 

“Worst timing ever, Matthew. Ask me in, like, 10 minutes.”

He stopped, gasping, “10 minutes?” 

“Fine, 15, 20, I don’t care. Just please—“

It took approximately 16 minutes. Matthew was able to get you off with his mouth in no time, and the two of you tangled together in a sloppy kiss. His cock pushed into you, his hand wrapped around your throat and you went dizzy as he pressed his fingers into your neck. It was three in the morning, soft music was playing through Matthew’s room, the lights were dim. The brief seperation last semester happened, it was over, and you both silently agreed that it shouldn’t happen again. 

Since returning from Christmas break last month, you’ve gone back to your late night schedule. Aside from seeing each other in class and parties and hangouts, you spent the hours between midnight and three AM at Matthew’s place. It often left you tired for your 8 o’clock class, but it was worth it. You were getting dicked down — very well, by the way — Matthew and you were getting along, laughing and cracking inside jokes with one another. Things were great. Hence, Matthew’s invitation to Nevada. 

“So?” He said, holding you against his chest after the deed was over. 

“So? So what?”

“Vegas? Spring break?”

“To meet your mommy?”

“Well—“ he stuttered. “Yeah, it’s her house, so you’ll probably meet her.”

“You gonna bring me home to your mom? And say ‘hey, mom, this is [y/n], my nutty buddy.’?” You laughed. 

“If that’s how you’d like to be introduced,” he shrugged. “I was just gonna tell her your name and keep it at that.”

“Wow, I’ve never been so honored!”

You shook his head at you, giggling, “A simple no would suffice.”

You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips, “I’ll go.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll go,” you repeated. “To Vegas. Count me in.” 

“Cool,” he smiled. “Cool.” 

“Only if Claire can come, too.”

He sighed, “Claire.”

“That’s my condition. Take it or leave it, dude.”

He took it.

You got a few hours rest in your own dorm, and woke up promptly to shower and get ready for class. When you got out of the bathroom, Claire was awake, brushing her teeth in front of the mirror. 

“Hey,” you grinned, drying off your hair. 

“Morning!” She pipped.

“Hey,” You began to get dressed. “You didn’t have plans for spring break, did you?”

“In what world would I have spring break plans that you don’t know about?” She asked. 

“Right,” you nodded. “So, how would you feel about going to Vegas?” 

Claire stopped applying her makeup and turned to you, “Vegas?”

“Yeah. We fly out the Sunday before break. What do you think?”

She leaned against the wall, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Sunday...” she whispered. “This wouldn’t be, uh, the trip Matthew’s taking everyone on, would it?”

You took a step back, freezing from buttoning your shirt. “Well...yeah, I guess. I’m not sure, I just got invited by someone else.”

“Who?”

“Huh?”

“Who invited you?”

“Um—“

“Cause I can’t think of anyone in our friend group that would invite you on Gube’s trip, knowing...how you feel about him.” She crossed her arms.

“So...is that a no to Vegas?” 

She sighed, shook her head, “C’mon, [y/n]...”

“What?”

“Are you...are you fucking Matthew again?”

Her words hit like a bullet. They blew through you like a disaster, racking your stomach with nerves and knots and fear. You felt yourself falling in this pit of despair, of terror, the realization that your worst fear had come to life. And you could only say one thing: 

“Huh?”

“Oh, God!” She shouted. “You are! You’re fucking Matthew again!”

You gasped, “C-Claire, what...what are you talking about?” 

“Oh, cut the shit, [y/n]! I saw you guys in the pool at the beach house, okay?”

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes and ducking your head to avoid her gaze.

“Claire...”

“He treated you like trash, [y/n]! He fucked me, he fucked you, and broke your heart—“

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

“Oh, please. The Roni thing had you depressed for weeks. And I thought maybe Alex was getting your mind off it. Oh, my God, [y/n], tell me you did not dump Alex to mess around with Matthew. Please, please tell me you have not been running around here, letting Matthew Gubler put his dick in you.”

“Stop!” You shouted. 

“What is it about him? I used to have to pay you five bucks just to be in the same room as him. Now, he’s got you out at all hours of the night, and running off to Vegas?”

“What’s your deal, Claire?”

“My deal is that you’re my best friend. My very best friend. You deserve better.”

“I’m going to class,” you muttered. You continued to fix your outfit, moving on to your hair — which you quickly styled. You grabbed your backpack and headed out without another word. From you or Claire. 

You didn’t mention this spat to Matthew. You just began spending an abnormal amount of time at his place, but he didn’t mind. He welcomed you with open arms, supplied you with an ample amount of sex. He helped you study, waited up for you after ballet practice, and always, always kissed you goodbye when you left. 

When spring break rolled around, Claire and you weren’t on speaking terms. She was well aware that all the time you were spending away was spent with Matthew, and she refused to entertain it. She spoke roommate business with you, kept things civil, but there were no late night movie marathons or afternoon lunches. 

“I’m leaving for Vegas,” you told her, hauling your suitcase. 

“Okay,” she replied, flipping through a book on her bed, and not looking up from it.

You sighed, “Okay.”

Matthew greeted you at the airport, keeping his distance to keep from alerting the rest of your friends to the relationship. “Hey, where’s Claire?”

You gulped, “Um, uh, she’s not coming. I didn’t tell you?”

“Oh. No, you didn’t. Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Hey, how much money do you think I can win in one week?” You changed the subject.

He giggled, “I’m gonna have to keep my eye on you, aren’t I?”

“And keep me close,” you whispered. “Very close.”

You sat separately on the plane, but took the same car to his house. Matthew held the door open for everyone, winking at you as you came in last. His house was charming, had family photos plastered on the wall. 

“Aw, look,” you murmured to him, pointing at a baby picture of him on the wall. “Little Matthew!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep it moving,” he rolled his eyes, and put his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the house. 

The group gathered in the living room, silently admiring the place. “My boy!” Matthew’s mom exclaimed, rushing from the kitchen with her arms wide open. This big smile grew out on Matthew’s face, and it made you smile instantly. His mom engulfed him a tender hug, holding him close, rubbing his back.

“Mom, you remember everyone,” Matthew said, his arm around his mom’s shoulders. He renamed everyone in the room, pointing them out to her. “And this is [y/n],” he motioned to you, giving you a faint smile. 

“Hi, Mrs. Gubler,” you greeted her. You reached out to shake her hand, and she shook it softly. 

“[y/n]...” She whispered, subtly glancing at Matthew. “Okay. Nice to meet you, [y/n].”

“Nice to meet you too.”

Matthew quickly ushered everyone upstairs. He showed your friends to the guest rooms, and while they were getting squared away, you waited in the hall patiently. He came up to you, your smiles mirroring each other’s, and the distance between you two was dangerously small.

“So, should I just set up my stuff out here? Lay down in the corridor?” You chuckled.

He shook his head, “Come on.” He grabbed your hand and your suitcase, and led you down the hallway. He pulled you into a bedroom on the right, set your stuff down on the mattress, and closed the door. 

“This is my room?” You asked.

“It sure is,” he nodded. “And the best part about it is that, there’s a room right next door.” He took slow strides up to you, a smirk on his face. You let him wrap his arms around you waist, pull you close. “And... tonight, or, every night this week, the door to that bedroom will be open. Real late at night. If you’d like to come check it out.”

“Oh, yeah?” You mumbled. 

“Yeah,” he put his forehead against yours, sighing. “I have to go talk to my mom. Be here when I get back.” 

“I might be,” you shrugged, watching him as he separated his body from yours. He gave you one last smile before leaving. 

Downstairs, Matthew’s mom was cleaning up the living room, talking to his roommate Steve. Matthew took a seat on the couch, kicking his feet up on the table. “Hey, my love! Is everyone settled in?” She asked Matthew. 

“Yeah, yeah, they’re getting there,” he replied.

“And your girlfriend?” She added.

He cut his eyes up to her, then Steve. Steve was chuckling under his breath. “I don’t have a girlfriend, mom.” 

“Oh? [y/n]’s not your girlfriend?”

“What? No,” he shook his head. “No. She’s not.”

“She’s new. I’ve never met her before.”

“Yeah...well, she...she’s my...uh—“

“Are you guys...are you...” His mom hesitated. He looked up at her, confused, until she raised her eyesbrows at him suggestively. 

“Oh, God, mom! Don’t ask me that!” He groaned, hopping up from the couch.

“I’ll explain.” Steve directed at Matthew’s mother. Matthew stopped in his tracks, and look at Steve, his arms crossed. “Matthew’s in love with [y/n].” 

“What?” Matthew shouted. “I am not—why would you say that?” His face turned bright red, the words flailing from his lips in jumbled stutters. 

“Oh, you really like her,” his mom grinned. 

“I don’t!” Matthew’s voice squeaked. 

“Matthew, I saw the way you two looked at each other. I saw how you came in with her, how you introduced her. You like her.”

“I’m hungry. Who’s hungry? I’m gonna see if everyone wants to go out for dinner.” Matthew rambled as he left the room. 

Matthew didn’t speak to you much throughout the day. He let you ride in his car, but not in the front seat. He started to pull the chair out for you at dinner, but played it off like that wasn’t his intention. It was his idea to show you all a nearby bar, and there, he was knocking drinks back, partying with friends, joking around. When you smiled at him, he pretended not to notice, and ducked his head down. And while your friends were keeping you plenty happy, you suddenly didn’t feel like being out anymore. 

You took an uber back to Matthew’s house, alone, and let yourself in through the back door as he had mentioned earlier. It was nearly two in the morning, pitch black, and you wound up getting lost upstairs. You waltzed into your room, at least you thought so. But when you opened the door, you came face to face with a room covered in movie posters, decorated with spooky trinkets. There was a blue undertone, a full size bed pushed against the wall and it smelled of smoke and mint. 

“You found it.”

“Ah!” You jumped, and turned around. “Fuck,” you huffed. “I’ve gotta get you a bell or something. What the hell, Matthew?”

“Why’d you leave tonight?” Matthew asked, stepping in and closing the door.

“I was tired. I wanted to sleep.” You shrugged. 

“In here?”

“I got lost. I can leave,” you sighed, and started heading for the door. 

Matthew grabbed onto your waist, and pulled your body into his. “What’s up, princess?” 

“Nothing. What’s up with you?” You scoffed. 

“What’s the supposed to mean?”

“You’ve been weird tonight! Why? Is it your mom? Are you — are you not comfortable with me being here?” 

“What? That’s crazy—“

“No, it’s not. Maybe me being here was a bad idea.” 

Matthew sighed, and ran his fingers through your hair. He turned away and walked up to his dresser, “You wanna know one reason I’m so excited to have you here?” 

You stared at the ground shyly, “Why?” 

He rummaged through his things, pulling out a small object that he craddled in his hands. “Because here...I have this.” He held up a sleek, professional looking camera.

You eyed it, stumped, “A go-pro?” 

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Thought we could put it to use.” 

You tried to stifle your grin, “Put it to use?”

“Yeah. Let’s make a movie.”

You laughed dryly, “A movie?” 

“Yeah. A dirty one.” 

“Um...no!” You exclaimed. 

“Why not?” 

“Because...icky.”

He chuckled, “It’s not icky. It’s the same thing we always do. Just caught on film. C’mon, please? Pleeeease? I’ll make it tasteful.”

You rolled your eyes and exhaled, eyeing him intently. “Fine,” you agreed. “But, I have one condition.” 

“Name it.”

His bed was comfortable, soft. It permanently smelled like him. You laid on your back, your dress pushed up your thighs, and your panties laid on the floor. You held the tiny camera in your hands and had the lense aimed between your legs. You tried not to moan too loudly, Matthew working his mouth on you underneath the bed sheets. He was putting on a performance, twirling his tongue on your clit, sucking on it, humming in delight. 

You couldn’t help but touch his nose, admiring the way it sat on his face and grazed against your pelvis. You pressed your fingertip onto the bridge of his nose and ran it down to the tip, smiling down at him. He opened his eyes and peered in the camera. Watching on the camera screen, you couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of his irises, his gaze filled with intensity and lust. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, your thumb tracing his cheekbone, “Come suck on my tits.” You commanded. 

He grinned, and he quietly began to kiss up your stomach. You kept the camera close to his face, capturing his every move. His tongue swirled around your nipple, and you had to push his hair out of his face to catch the action. The camera picked up the sound of your whimpers, the sight of Matthew gropping your breasts, his lips on you. 

Matthew kissed a trail up to your neck, sucking on your skin, so you could angle the camera and get a nice little shot of the two of you bundled up. “Give me this,” he whispered, taking the camera from your hand. 

He sat back and filmed himself undoing his pants, pulling his cock out and stroking himself. “Want me to fuck you?” He asked, and angled the camera at your face. You looked into the lense and nodded, twirling your hair on your finger. 

He bit down on his lip, pointed the camera back down at his cock, and pushed the tip into you. He listened to the wet sound of him sinking inside of you, pulling out halfway and them slamming back in. You tensed up and gripped onto the duvet cover, gasping. He immediately focused the camera on your face, watching through the screen as he pounded into you. 

“Fuck,” you muttered, your eyes rolling back. Matthew was practically drooling over you, huffing and puffing as he writhed on top of you. His shoulder were too far away for you to grab onto, but you dug your nails into his torso. You face was laced with pleasure and estacy, sweat forming on your forehead, your lips parted slightly. 

Matthew’s other hand held onto your face, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. He continued to record your face as his thumb slid into your mouth. 

“Look at me,” he begged. “Look at me.”

Your eyes flickered up the camera, your lips tightened around his thumb and he nearly exploded. “Oh, God, you’re so hot,” he huffed. “You’re so fucking hot, princess.”

You whimpered against his skin, your jaw dropping down to release strangled moans. His hand dropped down to cup your boob, massage it between his fingers. He centered the camera on your chest, watching as your boobs bounced up and down. The camera followed his hand down to your clit, and he recorded himself fucking you and rubbing the sensitive nerve. You trembled underneath his touch, beginning to fall apart. 

“You gonna come, baby?” He panted, camera pointed at your face. You nodded quickly, your face hot, your lip caught between your teeth. “Come on, come on my cock.”

His voice sent you over the edge, and the camera caught everything. You — quivering, groaning, moaning, gritting your teeth. It set Matthew on fire. He fucked you through your orgasm, until you were melting into the mattress. His hips bucked into you sloppily, and aggressively, now videoing his cock with the camera. 

He moved the camera perfectly, capturing the moment he pulled out and came on your dress. His hand moved quickly to jerk himself off, until every last drop was on the fabric. He crumbled into a fit of breathy groans, hunching over and trying to catch his breath. 

“My dress,” you whined.

“Well,” he sighed, shutting the camera off. “Guess you’ll just have to take it off then.” 

By the time spring break was over, the two of you had made 5 videos. The number of times you fucked, however, was much greater. You were grateful for an opportunity to get back at him for every hickey he’d given you in the past. You constantly left marks on him that he had to hide from his mother, and you enjoyed every second of his squirming. Feeling much looser and more relaxed in Vegas, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm. Still secretive, still sneaky, just...less. You even got up the courage to sit on his lap in front of everyone, and no one said a word. 

They did, however, let you sit with him on the plane ride home. 

Matthew gave you a kiss on the cheek before you headed back to your dorm. You stepped up to your front door, took in a deep breath, and stared at the peephole. You weren’t ready. Ready to tell Claire everything that had happened. Even though there was no one in the world you wanted to tell more. But she had made her feelings about the situation very clear, and you had to respect that. So, instead of facing up to her right away, you left. You didn’t even think about why, or where you were going. Because the destination was obvious.

“[y/n]?” Matthew said as he answered the door. He looked down, noticing your suitcase still at your side. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I, uh, locked myself out the room. Can I stay here for a bit? Just until Claire gets back.” You asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, letting you into the suite. 

You got to his room and instantly crashed on his bed, feeling so comfortable. “Jet lag?” He laughed.

“Amongst other things.”

“You really need to let your body adjust to the time change.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, pulling the covers over your body and snuggling into the pillows. He laughed at you, and sighed. Then he crawled into bed with you, and you let him hold you close. Thinking you were falling asleep, Matthew lightly ran his fingers down your cheek. It was soft and gentle and felt nice. And you desperately wished for a way to have this. To have him. Without losing your best friend.

But things between you and Claire just got worse. 

Over the next few weeks, she not only kept you at arms length, but Matthew as well. Despite living with you, she found creative ways to keep your conversations short and brief, and oftentimes would leave before you got back from Matthew’s. And despite being Matthew’s friend, she managed to avoid him at every party, every class. It just sucked. Because you were so, so happy, and then there was Claire. 

“We have to move out,” she grumbled as she entered the room.

“What?” You were stocking your mini fridge, but stopped to look at her. 

“They’re kicking us out because of this goddamn virus! Fuck!” She shouted. 

“What? Where’d you hear that?” 

“The school just sent out an email.”

You rushed over to your bed, grabbing your phone off your mattress. The email notification popped up, causing a vibration in your hand, and you opened the app right away. All NYU students to be moved out of campus housing by Sunday.

“Sunday?” You shouted. “Sunday? They expect me to pack all my shit in 4 days?”

Claire would’ve responded, but she was too busy already getting her stuff together, and you were occupied with rampant thoughts about, well, everything. You’d have to pack. Everything. Clear out your room. You’d have to call home. Have someone help. Fuck. You’d have to live at home. Home. For months. You couldn’t go out on campus, couldn’t see your friends, your friends!

Matthew. Oh, God. Matthew. 

He crossed your mind everyday for the next 2 days, as you packed your room into boxes and bags. He didn’t attempt to contact you, probably too busy with his own packing. Your family would be picking you up Saturday morning. So, you felt it best to go say goodbye on Friday. 

It was almost midnight, and you had just finished packing. You stood outside of Matthew’s bedroom door for a long time, after having been let in by his suitemate. Before you could knock, the door swung open and the two of you nearly collided. 

“Oh! [y/n].”

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he mumbled. “I was just on my way to see you.”

“You were?”

“Yeah.”

“I, uh, I’m leaving tomorrow morning. So, I wanted to come say...goodbye.” The words were hard to push out, and they hit Matthew even harder. His heart sunk to his stomach, and he wanted to do anything, anything, to make it go away. 

He grabbed onto your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You instinctively gripped onto his shirt, your face contorted in shock and confusion. He pulled you into the room, slamming the door behind you. 

“Matthew,” you whispered, but he continued to press his lips to yours. “Matthew.” You repeated as he began to kiss your neck. Your legs started to go weak, your breathing sped up. “Matthew, wait.”

He stopped abruptly and looked you in the eye, your face in his palm. “What is it?”

“I just—“ you sighed. “Are you okay?”

He digested the words for a second, looking down at you with a soft gaze. He kissed you once again, arms now around your waist, chest pressed against yours. You gave in. You both needed this. 

It was hungry. Eager. Clothes were torn off in less than a minute. Matthew pushed you onto the bed, tangled his fingers in your hair and devoured your body. He left a trail of hickies from your neck, to your chest, to your rib cage. The sensation was so overwhelming that you couldn’t do anything but stare at the ceiling, attempting to control your breathing. 

Soft kisses on your thighs led to an intense session of him eating you out, him pressing you against his face, his tongue encircling your clit. You rolled your hips against his mouth, gasping his name and pulling his hair. He worked himself to the brink, his jaw going numb, until you cried out his name as you came. It was an other-worldly, hypersensitive, super sonic orgasm. And it took you a minute to recover. 

His body laid on top of yours, his lips on your neck, his torso between your legs. You whined into your mouth as he pressed his dick in you, slowly, gently, until he was buried inside you. You could feel his arm muscles contracting and relaxing under your touch. His breath hit your shoulder with each quiet groan that escaped his lips. He put his forehead against yours, watching your face as he moved in and out of you at a steady pace.

You hummed softly, and kissed his lips, then his cheek, then his neck. His mouth dropped open, and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning. “Oh, my God, [y/n],” he panted. He never said your name to you. Ever. Very rarely. Especially not in bed. And it tore you apart. You held onto him for dear life and looked him in the eye as you massaged your clit.

Your moans increased in volume together, both of you nearing your release at once. You whimpered uncontrollably, your eyes fluttering closed. You couldn’t see Matthew watching you, but he was. He watched the way your hair framed your face, your expression of pleasure. He placed soft kisses all over your face, and the moment he caught your lips on his, you came. You accidentally bit down on his lip, and he let out a weak moan.

“S-sorry,” you whispered. 

“It’s okay,” he nodded. “It’s okay. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, baby.”

He followed his words with a grunt, slamming himself into you. Your chests rubbed against each other’s, the bed squeaked along with the movement of Matthew’s hips. His moans became breathy, vulnerable, and he proactively pulled himself out of you. You dazedly reached down and stroked his cock, watching his face as he trembled. He said your name again, faintly, very faintly, in a fit of moans as he released himself onto your stomach. 

You were sticky and sweaty and gross — both of you — but you held each other close, panting and wheezing. 

You spent the night at his dorm for the first time that night. The two of you slept cuddled up, his head on your chest, your arms wrapped around each other. At six in the morning, you woke up and slid out of bed without waking Matthew. You kept your vision away from him as you got dressed. And when you were ready to go, you turned to him and admired him.

He looked peaceful, soft. You wanted nothing more than to wake him up, stay in bed with him for hours. But you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t. So you gave him a kiss on top of his head, and you left.

[PART 6.]

[youare-mysonshine]

sprung on a thug || oscar diaz

(gif is not mine. credit to owner💗)

Summary: Reader rekindles her relationship with Mario but things aren’t as they used to be.

Requested: No.

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x reader, Mario Martinez x reader

Warnings: cussing as per usual

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: part two of miss independent. I decided to stop being a dick and give Oscar some luv lmao there might some mistakes, just go about your business and ignore lmao

part 1

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Ever since Mario had come back from college, the two of you had been spending more time together. It was like he never even left. You’d talk and text and see each other practically everyday. You were either at his house or he was at yours.

It was a few weeks later that he asked you to be his girlfriend again and you of course, said yes and you couldn’t have been happier. That was what you had hoped for since the moment that you two broke up.

Given that you had begun spending more and more time with Mario, you had stopped spending as much time with Oscar and he hated it. It wasn’t as if you completely ghosted him because that would’ve been a fucked up thing to do and you’d never do him like that. But each and every time that you came around, you were with Mario.

You’d be wrapped up in his arms, or you’d be holding his hand, or you’d be kissing him. And Oscar wanted that to be him. Wanted to be the one you were kissing. He knew he was beginning to take it out on those around him - he had never been particularly at dealing with his emotions and he always let his anger get the better of him. Anger was what he knew best.

That, and being petty. Which he was definitely being.

Whenever he knew that you and Mario were together, he interrupt - he’d call you or text you. The little back handed comments. Whenever you were hanging out in person, his touches would linger - he’d rest his hand on your lower back and let it linger. Or just recently when you were hanging out at his house with some of his friends (Mario had been busy). You were looking at the tattoo on his forearm, tracing it with your fingers, and then he just let his hand rest your thigh. Occasionally his fingers would squeeze it and it’d sent little butterflies. Or he’d hug you and he’d let it linger, caressing your arms or your back.

Everything that you had once considered normal and completely platonic had changed.

Oscar was doing it because he was jealous and petty without really knowing the effect that it was having on you. It had started to make you feel things - things you knew you shouldn’t have felt because you were with Mario but you couldn’t help it. And even though you tried to make it seem like your relationship was perfect - it wasn’t.

When you and Mario had gotten back together, yeah, things were amazing - great - at first. But as time went on, the two of you realized that it wasn’t the same. You two weren’t the same anymore. The both of you had changed drastically since your split, since he went off to college. The relationship just wasn’t the same and the both of you knew it but it was like you still tried clinging to it because it was special, special to the both you. The both of you knew that if you split up again then it would be for good this time around and it was something you both didn’t really know how to face. You both loved each other but the relationship wasn’t the same anymore.

Oscar, however, had started ignoring you. Being petty had gotten him nowhere, being around you only made him more upset, only made him realize that you were completely unattainable. You were happy with Mario and who was he to come between that. He cared about you - hell, he loved you. And because he loved, he was wiling to let you go to be with who you loved. Oscar just knew that he couldn’t continue seeing you or taking to you as much as he did because then he’d never get over you. Even though he didn’t want to, he knew he had too. He was miserable.

You were just as miserable as Oscar. You had texted him, called him and he’d take a few hours to respond or he wouldn’t at all. It felt like you were losing your best friend and it sucked. It sucked so bad. You hated it.

Mario had noticed your saddened demeanor. The way you’d look at your phone every time it’d ring or vibrate, almost as if you were expecting it to be Oscar. He’d see the way your face would fall when you realized it wasn’t him. Or how if you drove by his house, you’d jus stare out the window. Mario knew. He wasn’t dumb.

And he knew that he had to let you go. He had to let you go for good this time because neither of you were as happy as you used to be.

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“Hey.” Mario greeted you as he opened the front door of his house. You smiled up at your boyfriend and leaned up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips - but even that felt different. It didn’t give you butterflies like it used to.

“Hey. Where’s everyone?” You asked. You followed behind the eldest Martinez sibling, sitting beside him on the couch when he plopped down. You grabbed one of the pillows and set it down on your lap, setting your purse down beside you.

“They went to go eat at that new restaurant that just opened up.” You just nodded your head and then things went silent. It was quiet for about a minute or two because neither of you knew what to say. You both knew what was coming but you just didn’t know how to come about the subject.

“We should probably talk, huh?” Mario broke the silence first. You glance over at him and gave him a weak little smile, nodding your head.

“Yeah.”

“Look, when I came back, I was excited to see you again. When we started talking again, it was.. amazing. I really did miss you so much. When we first got back together, it was great. It was like nothing had changed between us but.. being together again, spending so much time together again.. it made me realize that shit has changed between us.” Mario said. “I love you, Y/N. And I’ll always love you. You were and are my first love. That’s never gonna change. We had some good years together but.. I guess we outgrew the relationship.” He said. You sighed, tears coming to your eyes.

“Yeah. We did. I really was happy when we got back together but.. I don’t know.. it just didn’t feel right anymore. It didn’t feel the same. I love you. I always will. It’s like you said, you’ll always be my first love but.. I don’t know.. I just don’t feel like I used to.” You wiped away a tear that had fallen down your cheek. You weren’t necessarily crying because you were hurt, but more so because you were finally closing that last chapter of your life. You were saying goodbye to Mario for good, saying goodbye to all those memories you had shared.

“Besides.. I think somewhere along the way I kind of realized that you like, maybe even love, someone else.”

“What?”

“Y/N, come on. Oscar? I’ve seen how close you two have gotten. I see how happy you get whenever you see him, whenever you hang out with him. He’s my friend and all but don’t think I haven’t noticed how he looked like he wanted to beat my ass whenever he saw us together.” Mario laughed softly and you did too. “And you’ve been miserable these past couple of days because he hasn’t been talking to you. You like him. And he likes you.” Mario reached over and took your hand in his own. He brought it up to his lips and gave the back of it a sweet kiss. “I’m not gonna stop you from being with who you really want to be with. I just want you to be happy and I know that isn’t with me. I’m always gonna love you. And you’re always gonna be my best friend. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

You reached over and pulled Mario into a tight hug, holding him so close to you. You closed your eyes and just enjoyed the embrace for a few seconds. “I love you. You’re my best friend. Forever.” You said to him, voice soft and quiet.

“I know. Now go and see Oscar. I’m tired of him glaring at me every time he sees me.”

—————

After your heart to heart with Mario at his house, you left and headed to Oscar’s house with determination in each and every one of your steps.

As opposed to your first time breaking up, you weren’t devastated. Because he was right - you did like someone else. In the time that you had spent with Oscar, you had gotten feelings for him. You weren’t about to spend another second without him knowing. If there was one thing that you had learned about what happened with Ruby and Olivia, it was that life was too short, too precious, to waste a single second.

You reached the familiar house in no time, what with your absolute speed walking. No one was on the front lawn, but that cherry red impala was sitting in the driveway so you knew that Oscar was home. You walked up the front steps and then brought your hand up to the door, knocking on it a few times.

Your heart had begun racing rapidly in your chest, your hands began to grow clammy; the doubt had begun setting in. What if Mario had totally read the situation wrong? What if you had? What if Oscar didn’t like you and was just angry that you weren’t spending enough time together, because after all, you were best friends. What if you made a big fool of yourself? Maybe it wasn’t too late to turn back.. the door opened.

Oscar stood on the other side looking.. well, shit; he looked good. He wore a flannel with the first few buttons left open so you could see his chest, the chain he always wore resting nicely against his skin. He wore black khaki shorts, and some converse. He always looked good.

“Hey.” You said when you finally managed to find your voice. It seemed he even looked a little surprised to see you because he just nodded at you. “Um.. can I come in? I want to talk to you.”

Oscar stepped to the side and held the door open a little wider to allow you inside his house. You had been in his house plenty of times but this time was different - this time you were absolutely shitting your pants because you could potentially ruin your relationship with him. And that wasn’t something you were prepared to deal with.

“Wassup?” He asked as he took a seat on the couch. You however, stayed standing. You paced back and forth for a few seconds, not saying anything, and Oscar began to grow a bit concerned. “You good, Y/N?”

“Me and Mario broke up.” You blurted. He looked a bit surprised but he sat up straighter, his hard eyes turning kinder, gentler, as he looked at you.

“Shit. You okay, mamas?” Mamas. God, you had missed hearing him call you that. You nodded your head.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. We both agreed that it was for the best.” You began. “We were both so excited to see each other again and jump back into what we had before that we didn’t stop and take in the fact that both of us had changed. Our relationship just wasn’t the same as it was before. Neither of us were really happy anymore. We just.. outgrew the relationship.” You said. “And.. it also made me realize that I don’t have feelings for Mario anymore. I’ll always love him but.. I have feelings for someone else.”

Oscar was interested now. And annoyed. So, you came to tell him that you broke up with Mario and that you had feelings for another dude? He barely was able to handle seeing you with Mario, and that was his good friend. How the hell was he supposed to handle seeing you with someone else? Some stranger he didn’t know?

“You know, you’re my best friend. When we first started hanging out, you made the pain go away. I wasn’t as sad about Mario anymore. I never had that. I mean, yeah, me and Mario were close before we started dating but.. it’s different with you. I don’t know when or where my feelings for you changed but they did.”

Oscar sat there completely stunned, his eyes shining with realization. Was he the one that you..?

“I think I kind of forced myself to stay with Mario because I thought that there was absolutely no way that you’d feel the same for me. I thought that you’d want someone like the cholas that hang around the Santos. I think I was a bit in denial too. But.. when you started getting more touchy with me and when you started to ignore me, my calls and my text messages, that’s when I knew. That’s when I knew that I had feelings for you. I don’t want to be with Mario anymore. I want to be with you. I’m happy with you. You make me laugh, and smile and I just love being around you. And if you don’t feel the same way, I underst-“

Oscar effectively cut you off when he stood up from his seated position on the couch, cupped your cheeks in his large hands and smashed his lips against yours. For a few seconds you were surprised, caught of guard, but when you gathered your wits about you, you kissed back. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him even closer to you, deepening the kiss.

This kiss - it was different from any kiss you’d ever had with anyone, including Mario. This kiss had taken your breath, given you life, and caused an eruption of fireworks and butterflies all at the same time. It was dizzying. It was magical. It was everything. It was perfect.

The two of you pulled away when you desperately needed some air, your foreheads resting against each other, both of you breathless. Oscar’s hands rested on your cheeks, his thumbs caressing your soft skin that had grown slightly hot during your heated kiss. Your first kiss. With Oscar.

Oscar finally opened his eyes and looked into your own with this softness that was reserved only for you, this softness that had your heart doing backflips. “You wanna know why I ghosted you? Why I was so mad? Because I wanted to be Mario. I wanted to be the one to hold you, to kiss you, to call you mine. I was jealous, bebe. All this time, I’ve felt something for you but I never said shit because you were hung up on Mario. You looked happy with him and I didn’t want to ruin that. I just wanted you in my life. But shit, it was hard. That’s why I started ignoring you. I didn’t want to. Believe me, I didn’t want to. Pero lo tenia que hacer.”

“So, what does this mean?”

“It means that I want you to be my girlfriend. Mía.. All mine.” He said, leaning in to press another soft kiss against your lips. You smiled against them, your hold on him never wavering. You felt this new sense of happiness taking over you. Peace. Contentment. Whatever. You just felt good. You felt like you found your person. Every time you looked at Oscar, or when his lips were on yours.. you felt that.

“Okay. I’ll be your girlfriend, if you’ll be my boyfriend. All mine.” Oscar smiled. That smile that made his squint, that smile that showed off those deep dimples on his cheeks. His eyes had this certain sparkle in them and you never wanted to see that fade away. Never.

“You got a deal, bebecita. People are gonna start calling you Lady Spooky.” He said, his hands leaving your face to rest on your hips. You laughed out, looking at him with your eyebrows raised.

“Lady Spooky? I mean shit, alright. But I still get to drive your car, though. What’s yours is mine.”

“Nah, not after that shit you pulled.”

“Oscar, I just went a little over the curb, I didn’t crash into another car!”

Oscar slid his hands down to your ass where he squeeze, causing you to gasp in surprise, but that gasp soon turned into a giggle as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “You’re gonna have to convince me real good to let you drive my car again, mamas.”

“I think I could do that.”

[haikwritings]

Just Friends / Part 04 / Atsumu Miya

Warnings: Mentions of smut

Atsumu Miya’s POV

“Good morning.” I said to Y/n.

“Good morning.” Y/n responded back.

I sat down next to her in our shared class.

Should I ask her how she feels?

Or should I ask like nothing happened?

“I’m sorry about yesterday.” Y/n said.

I looked at her.

She wasn’t mad?

“I hope nothing changes between us.” Y/n said.

I smiled.

“Even though I still have feelings towards you.” Y/n said.

“Nothing will change between us.” I said.

She smiled and continued writing.

Why did I did that?

Why do I keep hurting her?

She doesn’t deserve me.

“Y/n.” Akasuki smiled.

She looked at me and tensed.

“Hi, Aka.” Y/n responded sweetly.

The tension between me and Akasuki was too much.

But Y/n didn’t seem to notice.

“See you at lunch?” Akasuki asked.

Y/n smiled and nodded.

“See you at lunch.” Y/n responded.

Was Akasuki going to tell her?

Did Akasuki knew Y/n’s feeling towards me?

“Hey.” Y/n said.

I got to carried away with my thoughts that I didn’t listened to her.

I’m so stupid.

“Are you okay? You seem distracted.” Y/n said.

“Sorry. What’s up?” I asked.

She smiled.

“Wanna study today?” Y/n asked.

She acted like everything was normal.

She didn’t wanted everything to change.

“S-Sure.” I responded.

“Osamu and Kita are going to be with us.” Y/n said.

Right.

Osamu.

We didn’t talked last night.

“Right.” I responded.

I couldn’t stop thinking of what I did.

If Osamu knew, I was going to be a dead man.

Y/N’s POV

As I make my way to lunch, I found Akasuki waiting for me.

She was more nervous than usual, but it must be the school work.

“Hey.” I said.

“H-Hey.” Akasuki stutter.

She must be in a lot of pressure.

“What happened yesterday?” Akasuki asked nervously.

I sighed.

“Atsumu broke the thing we had.” I said sadly.

Akasuki was perplexed.

“He just didn’t feel the same way.” I said.

“Oh.” Akasuki murmured.

“Is just hit me, you know. I have been in love with him since we were kids.” I said.

Akasuki seemed to tense up every time I talked.

“Just sucks that he didn’t felt the same way.” I said.

“A-Are you still in love with him?” Akasuki asked.

Of course I did.

“Yes.” I said.

Akasuki sighed.

“I know. Is hard to let go of him.” I said.

“I understand.” Akasuki said.

She seemed tensed up.

“Let’s change the subject. I’m tensing you up.” I said worried.

She looked at me nervously.

“How was yesterday?” I asked.

“W-What?” Akasuki asked nervously.

“Did you do it?” I asked.

“I- ” Akasuki stutter.

“You didn’t do your presentation?” I asked worried.

She sighed.

“O- Oh, yeah. I did.” Akasuki said relieved.

What’s up with her?

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She wasn’t okay.

“You seem tense...” I said.

“I-I’m okay. I just have homework’s.” Akasuki responded.

“Oh, that makes sense.” I said.

“I- I better go.” Akasuki said.

She didn’t even touch her bento box.

“O-Okay? See you later?” I asked.

She left almost running.

What was wrong with her?

Osamu Miya’s POV

“We didn’t talked yesterday.” I said.

Atsumu looked at me and rolled his eyes.

“I know we didn’t and I’m glad for that.” Atsumu responded.

I sighed.

Why was he so hard to handle?

“Atsumu. I was just worried for the both of you.” I said.

I took a sit and sat next to him.

“I know, Samu.” Atsumu responded softly.

“I just want you to figure yourself out.” I said.

He looked at me.

“Is better to know your feelings first.” I said.

He’s my brother.

My twin.

After all, I just want him to be okay.

Even if it’s with someone I love.

“I know.” Atsumu said.

As I was going to talk, Akasuki passed almost running next to us.

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked.

Atsumu tried to look away.

“I don’t care.” Atsumu said nervously.

Was he going to act weird around her friends too?

“Just because things are weird between her and you, doesn’t mean you need to hate her friends, you know.” I said.

Atsumu grunted.

He was more annoying than usual.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Shut up.” Atsumu said as he got up.

“Dude...” I said annoyed.

Atsumu started to walk away.

“What the hell.” I murmured to myself.

Atsumu Miya’s POV

What the fuck I was thinking?

I’m going to loose my mind.

I keep fucking things up.

I made my way to the storage room where I find Akasuki waiting for me.

“Akasuki.” I said.

She looked at me shyly.

“Atsumu.” Akasuki whispered.

I sat away from her and looked on the floor.

“W-We can’t do this.” I said.

If I do it, I’m going to keep hurting Y/n.

“I’m trying to figure out things.” I said.

She looked at me and sighed.

“You didn’t say that when you were fucking my guts yesterday.” Akasuki said.

I looked at her perplexed.

“What?” I asked.

“I- I have feelings too, you know.” Akasuki said.

I looked at her desperately.

“And she’s my best friend.” Akasuki said.

Was she feeling sad?

“I hate hurting my best friend.” Akasuki said.

I understand her.

“I know.” I said.

“But I can’t help to have feelings for you, Atsumu.” Akasuki said.

I don’t want to fuck things more.

I needed to stop.

“We need to stop this. We’re going to keep hurting the ones we love if we don’t.” I said.

She looked at me.

“You don’t think I know?” Akasuki asked almost sobbing.

I hated to see her like this.

“You don’t know how much I hate myself right now. I can’t believe I was so stupid.” Akasuki said.

“Hey.” I said.

“I put my emotions first.” Akasuki said.

I sighed.

“And that was the worst mistake.” Akasuki said.

We both looked at each other.

We were both fucked up.

“But I can’t help it.” Akasuki said.

What?

“I can’t help to love you.” Akasuki said.

She grabbed my chin and kissed me.

“Atsumu?” Kita asked as he sees me.

We both stopped kissing.

“T-The door was opened.” Kita said.

“Shit.” Akasuki murmured to herself while crying.

“Kita.” I said.

But he was disappointed.

“I better get going.” Kita said as he tried leaving.

“Kita!” I yelled.

I started to run towards him.

“Kita!” I yelled again.

Kita stopped and looked at me.

“What are you doing?” Kita asked.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re with her best friend.” Kita said.

I know.

“Do you know what Osamu would do if he knows?” Kita asked.

He would probably beat my ass.

“Do you know how much it would affect both of them?” Kita asked.

I stayed quiet.

“P-Please don’t say anything. I’m trying to fix everything.” I said.

Kita sighed.

“You’re my best friend too.” Kita said disappointedly.

I was embarrassed.

“I won’t say anything. But you need to stop.” Kita said as he walked away.

This was going to be a disaster.

Osamu Miya’s POV

“Kita, are you okay?” I asked.

Kita looked at me and nodded.

“Yeah, are you okay?” Y/n asked.

“I’m okay.” Kita answered.

The three of us were sitting in the living room with our homework’s

“Where’s Atsumu?” I asked.

“I don’t know. He was supposed to be here like an hour ago.” Y/n answered.

“I don’t know.” Kita answered nervously.

That’s weird, why would Atsumu be late? Practice was over.

“Maybe I should call him?” I said.

Kita stopped me.

“Let him be.” Kita said

What was wrong with him?

“Okay......” I said.

We continued doing our homework’s.

“Can we do this tomorrow again?” I asked.

“Well, I can’t. Tomorrow I will be studying with Akasuki.” Y/n said.

Oh well.

“With Akasuki?” Kita asked.

“Yeah? We have been planning to do a study section for a long time. We just never had the time.” Y/n said.

Why was Kita so nervous about?

“Why don’t you cancelled it?” Kita asked out of the bloom

Okay what was going on?

“Why?” Y/n asked worried.

“I- I just think is best if you study with us. Plus, I need you to help me with the science’s formulas.” Kita said.

Science’s Formulas?

He taught me thoses.

“Oh. Well, I guess I can leave if for another day.” Y/n said.

Something was up with him.

I just don’t know what.

“I better get going.” Y/n said.

She grabbed her things and left.

“Goodbye.” I said while she left.

I looked at Kita who looked at the floor.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked.

“I don’t know what are you talking about.” Kita answered.

“You quickly answered. That’s not like you.” I said.

He grunted.

“Plus, you taught me those formulas.” I said.

He looked at me.

“I will see you tomorrow.” Kita said.

He took his stuff.

On his way out he found himself with Atsumu.

“Atsumu.” Kita said coldly.

Atsumu just looked at him worried.

Kita continued to walk away.

Ok something is definitely going on.

“Do you know what’s wrong with him?” I asked.

Atsumu just sighed.

“How could I know?” Atsumu responded as he entered.

“You know, you’re late.” I said.

“I’m sorry. I was just busy.” Atsumu responded.

Atsumu? Busy? No way.

“Busy doing what? Practice was over.” I said.

He just stayed quiet.

“I will be on my room.” Atsumu said as he left.

Something is definitely up.

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

aight aight, real shit; let's say you got the chance to rewrite the entirety of gossip girl exactly how you want. make a brief description of what would happen in each season. (you can decide whether there's a fourth season or not)

oh i LOVE this ask, and i am so flattered to be asked this, haha. i have SO many thoughts, i’ve been thinking about this non-stop, but i’ll try to be as brief as possible. also, disclaimer, i don’t remember all the seasons equally clearly. like i barely remember s2. haha, whoops.

season 1: i love this season as is, for the most part. i think the tone of it was actually very serious and involved? like the show was actively trying not to be frivolous with heavy topics, and the way we were getting to see the characters seemed like they were trying to bring out character depth and the complexities of their lives in very deliberate ways. nate’s whole thing with his parents gets so much focus, and it’s not something the show glorifies, it’s something that is meant to make you uncomfortable and worried for him. 

i would have nate be less of a dudebro, jenny & nate’s friendship being a little more solid, dan being a little more involved in jenny’s problems + helping her find her space, vanessa/nate to happen earlier - after nate breaks up w/ blair and realises she looks happier, i would have him not try and get back with her (lol, dude, the fact that she’s happy after breaking up with you means you probably shouldn’t be dating her.) more exploration of eric’s mental health. more dan and blair friendship. i would keep chair the way it is this season. i would not have a derena breakup - i’d have them take a break after the georgina reveal and get back together during the summer after talking about it and deciding to be more honest & open with each other. and, what the hell, i would have lily not blame serena (???) for being taken advantage of in the whole pete fairman situation. serena wasn’t sober, she was 16, that dude was in his 30s, georgina was taping her w/o her consent. how is any of this serena’s fault??? i hate lily’s reaction so much.

season 2: i... don’t remember enough of this season, sadly. it’s been too long since i watched it. i would majorly change jenny’s arc here, though. eleanor stealing her dress was majorly, majorly fucked up, and i think jenny should’ve done something then and there. also the whole thing with ‘lily is a mother to chuck’.... i would’ve loved it if lily had been like that to jenny. the girl needed it, and lily would’ve actually been able to help jenny establish connections in the professional world and whatnot. i think jenny should’ve transferred out of constance - not necessarily homeschooling maybe, but gone somewhere else. unlike dan, she didn’t even want to get into an ivy, she wanted to make it big as a designer. so. that. 

oh nate my love. i’d get this trainwreck of a boy some therapy. while i hate that the catherine thing happened, things like that do happen all the time, and i’d be interested in sort of handling the aftermath of it in a responsible way. i would not have... a lot of serena’s arc and decisions (from what i can remember) were really random in this season. i’d have her break up with dan at some point. and vanessa would need a new subject for her short film, and she’d choose serena.

nate doesn’t really date anyone, this season. but he and jenny open up to each other abt having gay crushes on people who treat you like shit - jenny’s thing with agnes - nate rescues her when they’re taking those pictures in her flat and let’s say she doesn’t go back to agnes. instead of kissing her, nate talks to her instead, and tells her about carter, tells her about chuck. and jenny talks about her feelings for blair, her feelings for agnes. and both of them sort of go... “it sucks, but all we can do is try not to become the kind of people we hate, right?”

dan pines for nate. majorly. massively. obviously. i think the only person who really notices is blair, and this would lead to new hijinks and shenanigans. also!! i do not want chair in s2. maybe it can go there for a bit but definitely not to the extent in canon. i want blair to have the same moment of being unable to deny her cruelty / needing to be accountable that she did in that ‘age of dissonance’ play. and. this sounds fucky but i want the dan/rachel stuff to stay as it is, and later, in s4, for dan & serena to talk about rachel & ben respectively and be like ‘hey, this was a fucked up thing to happen to us, wasn’t it?’ 

i would also like to get to know blair’s “minions” better as people. i mean. they all seemed hella fascinating to me, and the show’s decision to make them superficial and unidimensional was very depressing.

season 3: hot garbage, throw canon away. when chuck goes away to paris or wherever, let him not come back. goodbye, dude! dan, blair & vanessa friendship at nyu is so, so important to me. also im losing my mind always at how vanessa and serena catch dan on that walk of shame and they’re both like ‘college is a time for experimentation!’ and nobody does anything even slightly bisexual (unless you count that threesome later, which, blah.) a serenessa / date dynamic in college would’ve been great. dan transferring to columbia like blair does and rooming with nate and just, the gayness of it all. dan & blair become really, really close, and d&b&v watch movies + go to art exhibits together and are all SO DAMN PRETENTIOUS. serena finds it sexy, nate finds it terrifying. 

the william stuff would be interesting if he were actually held accountable. like that man has no right being a doctor, and medical malpractice needs to be brought up. and jenny’s whole arc this season makes me so sad. i think it would’ve been interesting if she’d been a ‘queen’ and ruled alongside eric, and just, the two of them forcing people to be nice, sort of like they try to do with people who are mean to nelly in s2 i think it is? but also.. jenny out of constance is very good, and i think i mentioned that earlier, haha, whoops.

season 4 : serenessa breakup, for whatever reason, probably to do with the william fuckery, because i think vanessa would react in similar ways to nate (”serena, i know he’s your dad, but we have to do the right thing” / “it still wasn’t your call to make” / “he’s a certified doctor, serena, a man like that has no right -” / “god vanessa, you really don’t get it, do you?” ). uhhh i would actually... if i had to choose i would honestly go blairnessa >>>>> dair. i love how blair & vanessa can keep each other on their toes and hold each other accountable. like? blair’s classist or racist and dan’s just like, *smiles*. vanessa would actively be like ‘hey, stop that.’ (this is one of the few actual criticisms i have about d/b as a relationship, RIP.) 

(edited to add: yeah, i think blairnessa WOULD be a sustainable relationship, more abt that here! )

yes to the milo arc, but dan gets to keep milo (his friends threaten georgina and go all ‘you made him sign the certificate. don’t make us take you to court’ because i love these morally grey assholes but also because g DID trick dan into thinking milo was his and dan was ready to reshape his whole life around that kid which is more than georgina was willing to do. plus endgame: jack/georgina are not parents i want milo to have.) i would also have more of a rufus & dan fallout over the milo thing. i think rufus would be really nasty about it all tbh.

the dair arc for blair and vanessa! let the juliet stuff happen, but let it be less awful + let it be seen as Bad + let serena get help & not forgive her for it. let serena NOT date ben after, what the hell. i want d&s to talk about their shared feelings for high school teachers and to realise, in retrospect, as adults, that what happened was crossing lines. let blair and vanessa suddenly drop dan and do the movies + galleries stuff on their own. and dan’s like ??? but he’s busy being a parent with nate supporting him. dan’s drama is very much parenting things. there would be some nonsense involving nate’s family pushing back, because ‘we stood by while you dated him, nate, we thought it was a phase. but raising a child with another man? this is unacceptable.’ i would like nate to get disowned by the family, and need to find his own feet. and to get a REAL SHOT AT HAPPINESS away from that terrible environment.

season 5: i want this to be a good serena season. let her find her calling doing creative things. let her and carter travel the world. let her just be whoever she wants to be. let her and vanessa patch their friendship up. let her have an open relationship with carter, let her have a lot of sex with a lot of random people and not feel guilty about it. let her really really blossom. i want more eric! maybe he’s in london with jenny, and she’s working on her fashion stuff, and he’s realising that he really wants to be a counsellor. 

some time-skips, maybe. i really want to see dan’s whole thing of being a parent. sending milo to kindergarten and spending the whole time milo’s gone on edge and anxious about everything that could go wrong, while nate comforts him. let nate try to get a job because he no longer has a trust fund, and navigate everything that comes with that. let vanessa be there for him. why the fuck am i phrasing my sentences like this - can you tell that i studied physics once?? oh well.

blair & vanessa handling a lot of things. vanessa meeting harold!! vanessa’s parents being disapproving of blair, but ruby standing up for her. blair & vanessa planning their future properly. blair & vanessa babysitting milo and talking about kids. 

and there can be drama too, there should always be drama. but i would like wholesome stuff at the centre of it too, you know? the ivy/lola nonsense can go on in the background, i don’t actually care that much. as long as ivy doesn’t go around fucking people’s fathers for no understandable or discernable reason, i don’t really care lkdhlfdkhg. (it was just so inexplicable and so random!)

season 6: uh, i don’t know. this was a bad season for everyone in canon, except chuck. i would throw it all away. i would actually love if we had pre-series rufly instead: every time those two bring up their past together i’m like 👀 because it sounds like a dream. or focus entirely on jenny and eric and their life. i am obsessed with jenny and eric being... sort of queerplatonic, sort of like, best friends. there’s no romance and no sex between them (eric’s canonically gay, and jenny’s a lesbian because i said so) but i think the way jenny and eric are is very, very life partners in a way that isn’t romantic OR sexual. so they’d have a little place together and would support each other. and just. what are they up to now? also. kati, iz, penelope, hazel, nelly... what r they doing now? one of the few things i actually liked about s6 as it was was that nelly was that reporter and that she’d found her people in yale. nelly yuki getting a happy and fulfilling ending and being a successful woman was so good and we actually got a little bit of that. i’d like more of that, for the rest of the girls, you know?

[junietc]

car rides with you - peter parker

peter parker x reader

pairing: peter parker/spiderman x reader

word count: 6567

warning: swearing, some asshole who doesn’t know how to respect women, and fluffffff

a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts for way too long so i decided to finish it before i forgot it ever existed. its really long but i hope you’ll enjoy a one shot with our favourite little peter benjamin parker :)

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If you were being honest, it wasn’t like you needed Peter to drive you to and from school each day. You had options. You could take the bus or ask your dad to pick you up or even walk. But having a personal chauffeur didn’t hurt, and if he was so nice as to offer it, then how could you say no? 

Plus, it was on his way. Sort of. It was only a detour of about a block; maybe less a detour and more an alternate route? Either way, his apartment complex was hardly two minutes away. Five minutes to walk, three with your bike, six if you hobble over with a tweaked ankle. 

This was a route you’ve been intimately familiar with since you became best friends in the seventh grade. Back when your hair was barely past your ears after a platinum blonde mishap (you still immediately dyed it green after lobbing off half of it) and Peter was wearing the same hideous Star Wars sweater every day. Somehow, both of you believed these fashion choices would help improve your social status.

Both of you were delusional. 

Luckily, by ages sixteen (you) and seventeen (Peter, by default), you’d come to your senses. Sure, Peter’s penchant for sweaters persisted – why would any one person need five of what was basically the same sweater? – but you grew your hair back out and kept its inoffensive natural colour. And neither of you wore shirts with puns on them. Not anymore.

Earlier this year, back when you were still sophomores, Peter passed his driver’s test. Now with a full license and his aunt’s old sedan, he’s taken the habit of waking up the whole neighbourhood with his obnoxious honking.

Okay, maybe not the entire neighbourhood. Really, just you. 

Still, today was no different.

“Hey, Peter,” you yelled out as you swung the door open, “How about shutting the fuck up?”

You shoved your feet into your shoes and scrambled out, backpack dangling off the crook of your elbow and burnt toast between your teeth as you try to shut the door. Peter leaned across to push open the passenger door so that you could throw your things into the backseat. Papers flew out of the half-zipped bag and spilled onto the floor. 

“For the expletives, I’m afraid I’ll have to only give you a three-star passenger rating,” Peter quipped.

You frowned deeply, pulling the seatbelt. The mechanism got stuck, and you had to pull it out a few more times again. Peter just grinned at you, clearly taking joy in your glares.

“So, ready for the chem test?” he asked, shifting the gears. 

You rolled your eyes, knowing very well that you had sent him a distressed voice message at four in the morning of you crying, saying how you were going to fail, but decided to respond as nicely as possible. “Fuck off.”

He chuckled. He pulled up to the intersection, slowing down but not stopping at the sign. 

You mock gasped. “Wow, illegal. Imagine if there were cops. I’m going to have to give you two stars. I can’t have my Uber driver potentially getting arrested.”

He sighed, shoving you with his free hand. You almost scolded him for not keeping both hands on the wheel (one star!), but he began talking before you could. “You should know, that if I ever was sent to jail, it would never be for something as lame as not stopping at a stop sign”

You snorted before rolling your eyes. “Oh? What would it be for then? Pirating video games?”

“Exactly.” He winked exaggeratedly; you shoved his face to focus back on the road. You looked down at the charred toast, which had been sprinkling crumbs all over your lap. It was far from appetizing, but your stomach growled, and you decided to scarf it down – it was that or no breakfast at all.

Peter laughed at the wince you tried to stomach what was basically a brick of carbon. (Honestly, he laughed at your expense a lot. Some friend.) “I really don’t know why you haven’t just started waking up earlier. I mean, I pick you up at the same time every day and-”

“Okay dad. I’ll start waking up earlier,” you lied.

“I hope you know that I know, you’re lying.”

You flipped him off. 

-----

Lunch seemed to be the only time that you and MJ ever got to hang out at school, so you took pride in making the most of your conversations. 

The two of you shared a laugh and through your peripheral vision, you saw Ned and Peter waving at you before coming to sit down. “So, what are we talking about?” Ned asked as you turned to face them with a smile. 

“Where MJ is going to hide my body after she kills me,” you notice her crack a smile as Ned and Peter both give you strange looks. “I was thinking maybe throw me in a river, but she thinks that burying me twenty feet underground would make it harder for the cops to find.”

The two boys looked at you apprehensively as MJ chuckled as you grinned cheerfully. “Should I be concerned?” Peter asked before you all laughed. 

“Anyways. I was thinking of finally taking my driver’s test. I decided might as well get it over with no?” MJ and Ned both nodded at your suggestion, MJ even mumbling something among the lines of “finally”. Peter on the hand looked, well, skeptical. 

“You want to take it now? Out of the blue? Why? I thought you wanted to wait until you had a job,” he questioned.

After taking another sip of the juice box you managed to steal from Ned, you shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I might as well get it over with. I mean, it’s been well over six months since my written test and I’ve been practicing enough with you and my dad, so I should be fine.”

Peter nodded, though a slight frown still prominent on his face. The conversation steered over to a completely different topic when Ned brought up the chemistry test causing you to pretend to bawl and everyone to laugh.

After lunch had ended, you said your goodbyes to Ned and MJ as you and Peter stopped at your locker. You were in the midst of grabbing your book when he sighed heavily, causing you to stare at him. “You know if you really wanted me to stop driving you, you could have just said so,” his voice was offended as you scoffed.

“What? Where would you get that idea from idiot?”

Huffing slightly, he shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe when you said you wanted to finally get your license.” 

“Are you serious? I’ve been meaning to get my license for the past few months you dummy. Plus, I can’t count on you to drive me everywhere. You’re busy with your own life, you know with that Stark internship and everything. Not to mention, you’re still going to have to drive me to school, since I don’t even have a car,” you roll your eyes at the boy. 

A light smile started to tug on his lips. “Alright. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to get rid of me,” he joked as you snorted in response.

“Oh trust me, I’ve been trying since the day I met you,” Peter pouts as you flicked him in the forehead. “Stop with that face. You know I suck up to how cute each time,” his cheeks tinged a pinkish hue as you ruffled his hair and laughed. 

“O-Oh. Yeah, haha. Sorry,” he murmured as you started to walk in the opposite direction. He caught up with you before heading over to English – which truly was your worst subject – and sitting next to each other. 

Peter fiddled with his pencil for the most of class while you aggressively took notes, wishing that Mr. Petersons would slow down and breathe.

“Alright class. That’s it for today but if everyone could just pick their partners for the project and try and get started over the weekend, that would be great,” as he dismissed everyone, you and Peter turned to each other, giving a silent acknowledgement that you were each other’s partner. 

Heading out of the classroom, you and Peter both went your separate ways. “See you after school!” you waved before heading to History.

History was blur of numbers, years and dead people that you were going to have to remember for an upcoming test, so you were thankful that the clock had finally read 3:00. Your teacher finally dismissed you, causin you to rush to the parking lot, seeing Peter already sitting in the front seat. “Hey there Parker,” you knocked on the window as he smiled and unlocked the door. 

“Hey, how was history?” rolling your eyes, you told him about the dumb test you were going to have to study for. He laughed as he buckled his seatbelt, “well at least you have the weekend to study for it. Speaking of which. When do you want to meet to work on the English project?”

Sighing slightly at the reminder that you had other things you also had to work on, you bit your lip. “Are you cool with Saturday? I’ll just walk over, maybe at like three or four,” Peter nodded as he started the car. 

“Sounds good to me.”

------

Swinging around Queens was always a nice break for Peter, seeing all of the buildings and feeling almost weightless was a nice distraction from all of his studies and duties but he always seemed to forget the time when he was doing so. 

Cue Peter – well Spiderman I guess – hurriedly swinging back to his apartment when he received a text from you saying you were at his door. “Shit, shit, shit!” he swore, finally reaching his window and climbing in. 

As he changed to some regular clothing, May’s voice echoed throughout the little apartment, talking to you as footsteps approached. “He’s been in his room for quite a while. I’m not sure what he’s been up to,” Peter was frantically trying to search for a shirt in his mess of a room when the footsteps got closer. “I have some muffins I baked earlier on the counter, feel free to have one if you get hungry. I’ll be off for a bit so just call if you –” May’s voice seems to be getting closer when she suddenly opened the door, revealing you staring at him, neck immediately snapping to turn the other direction. Peter tried covering himself with a pillow as May immediately said she had to go and left you both alone, very uncomfortable. 

You stood there, unsure of what to do and more so, where to look. Though obviously you looked away and allowed Peter to have his privacy finding a shirt, you couldn’t help but think of his shirtless figure. Since when did he start working out? ‘When did he get those abs? Is this the same Peter that literally dropped me during a drama performance last year?’ you thought to yourself, cheeks tinging pink as Peter finally put on a shirt.

“Hey, um – sorry about that. I was just –”

“Nope! It’s alright. We can just forget this ever happened,” you rushed to say, shaking your head.

Peter blushed before nodding. “Right. Let’s just erase the last two minutes from our brain.” 

You swung your legs as you sat on his bed. “You weren’t doing anything weird right? Because I know that guys - “

“That’s not what I was doing! I was just changing,” he shook his head as you laughed. “Asides from that. Do you want to start working on the project?” You nodded as the two of you got to work. 

– a few hours later –

  You were both hard at work, basically finished the first two parts of the project, leaving only the last section left when you flopped onto Peter’s bed dramatically. “I’m so exhausted,” you whined, as Peter chuckled. 

“We only have one more part to do and we’re practically done the project, so do you want to finish it now?” Peter asked, still typing in his laptop. 

You pursed your lips, pondering on the idea of that but shook your head ultimately. “Nah. I’m tired. Plus, we’ve been working our asses off the past three hours. I just need to breathe.” 

Peter laughed at your dramatics before he asking question. “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

Obviously agreeing to a break in any form, you nodded eagerly and headed over to the living room. You managed to steal a blanket from his bed and bundled yourself up as Peter turned on the television. “So, what are we watching?” he asked, flipped through the collection of old DVD’s. 

“Can we watch Star Wars?” he pleaded as you rolled your eyes, this was probably the third time this month he wanted to watch Star Wars, but you agreed to it anyways. 

“Fine, just don’t be annoying about it again.” 

------

The weekend seemed to breeze by with you desperately trying to study for the history test, and with only a few mental breakdowns and a couple thousand replays of your favourite song, you were ready.

Obviously, you severely underestimated how cruel Ms. Gail could have possibly been and left the classroom wanting to punch yourself, or her, in the face.

Luckily you didn’t have to endure another class seeing as the day was over and you could get home to your bed to cry in private. But before that of course, you were forced to see Peter’s face.

A light smile was etched on his face as you settled in the car. “So how was the –”

“Don’t bring it up. I am already debating whether or not I should throw myself off a building,” you groaned, leaning your head back on the seat. Peter laughed before trying to reassure you that it really couldn’t have been that bad, but you responded with, “no it really was. I honestly think I only got one or two answers right.”

Trying to raise your spirits, an idea popped in his head. “Do you want to get sandwiches at Mr. Delmar’s? Maybe that’ll lighten up your mood,” he suggested as a bright grin formed on your face. As devastated as you were, you were sure that a full stomach would make everything better. “Alright let’s go.”

Obviously, parking was a nightmare in central Queens, so, you decided it would be easier to walk there instead. The two of you headed to the small corner shop, making light conversation. After opening the door to the store, the two greeted Mr. Delmar, Peter snatching a packet of gummies worms and you going directly to pet Murph, Mr. Delmar’s cat. 

“Hey Murph! How’s my cutie doing?” he purred in response before you walked over to the cash with Peter. “Hey Mr. Delmar! Business running smoothly?”

He smiled at you before answering. “Of course. I’ve got my two most frequent costumers keeping me in business,” you and Peter laughed before ordering your sandwiches, paying and heading off. 

You walked back to the school and got back in Peter’s car, eating your sandwiches in the school parking lot. The two of you conversed, making up dumb scenarios and silly topics for a while. Peter nearly choked of laughter as you tried to defend Tik-Tok.

“Not all of Tik-Tok is thirst traps okay! Maybe yeah there’s a weird subsection of it, but it really depends on the algorithm! Most of the users are sane – ish,” you argued as Peter shook his head. 

“I really don’t get it. And somehow you stay up until morning watching them! Didn’t you do that when Vine was still around?” he took a pause, a dramatic gasp escaping from his lips. “You’re not saying what I think you’re saying are you?”

You placed on a hand on your chest in slight offence. “No! What? Listen, I’m not saying that Tik-Tok is better than Vine, don’t get me wrong but –”

“But what? Tell me?” he raised a brow at you, suspicious as to which team your truly were on. 

You shook your head laughing before punching him on the side of his arm. “You’re such a piss off Parker. Hey, should we get going? It’s getting late,” Peter looked at the time on his phone before nodding, taking a final bite of his sandwich before starting the car. 

“Oh, shoot you’re right,” you smugly flipped your hair, as he rolled his eyes. 

“Aren’t I always?”

----

“You said yes?” Peter demanded, trying to keep up with you as you walked to your locker. 

Sighing as you rummage through your locker you answer, “Yeah I said yes. Noah is a good guy and quite frankly, I don’t see why it would even matter to you?” 

“You said that you would think about it!”

Turning to face him as you shut your locker closed, you rolled your eyes. “That was nearly a week ago and I’ve thought about it since then. Besides, it’s not like it’s that big of a deal. It’s just one date.”

“You see that’s where it starts!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation. “It’s just a first date but then it’s a second and a third and soon he’s your boyfriend and he’s the one driving you to school and everywhere and then, where am I?”

You shook your head laughing slightly at the brunette. “Would you calm down Peter? You’re getting way too ahead of yourself for the first part. And yeah, maybe it’ll be more than one date but trust me you can keep driving me to school. Also we’ve been best friends since middle school, I wouldn’t just ditch you when I got boyfriend,” he seemed to calm down, nodding slowly at the words you were saying but he knew it was more than just being allowed to drive you to school. “I’ll see you around okay?” you smiled before heading off to meet up with Noah, who was standing with a group of his friends. 

Peter’s smile faded away shortly as he watched Noah wrap his arm around your shoulder. He was too busy thinking of different scenarios to notice Ned had come up beside him or the fact that you had slapped Noah’s arm away. “Hey Peter. What are you looking – oh. Sorry man,” Ned tried to console Peter, but the words seemed to pass his mind. Sighing, Ned tried to pat his shoulder. “I mean, it is kind of your fault.” 

“Excuse me?” the words seemed to catch his attention as he turned around to face his best friend. 

Ned shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. “Hey not trying to be rude but maybe if you hadn’t chickened out into asking her out, you could’ve been the one dating her,” Peter stared at his friend, slightly hurt but also aware that everything he was saying was right. 

“Yeah, maybe if I had.” 

He couldn’t help but look at you wistfully, his heart almost aching at the idea of you going out with anyone else but him but at this point, what could he really do?

Waving bye to Ned, Peter headed off into his car and drove home since you were already going with Noah on your date. Once he got into his apartment, he saw May and smiled.  “Hey Pete, how was your day?” tucking his hands in his sweater pocket he sighed slightly. 

“It was okay, I guess. Erm – I’m gonna work on my assignment in the library. I’ll be back in a bit,” he said, heading off to his room to grab a few things. 

May shouted from in the kitchen, “alright! I’ll be heading off to grab a few things. Just be back before dinner!” he grabbed his suit and tried to get some fresh air to distract himself.

----

A month had passed, and you and Noah were happily dating, much to the dismay of Peter, who constantly tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his heart every time you two would display physical affection, but it was whatever. 

You got in his car and buckled your seat belt without a word to Peter. You were tired of schoolwork as you always were, so you weren’t as talkative as you usually were. Slumping into the chair and sighing heavily Peter stared at you.

“Everything okay?”

You looked at him surprised, nodding. “Of course! I’m just really exhausted. Got a lot of work, that’s all.” You sighed, looking at the text on your phone. “Hey, we should get going. May’s probably wondering where you are, and I have a date with Noah so I can’t be late.” 

The moment that Noah’s name was mentioned, Peter mentally rolled his eyes but nodded and started to drive again. 

He dropped you off at your place before texting his aunt May that he would be heading over to the library to work. He drove over and got to the library, trying to find a place to sit.

After finding a seat, he pulled out his laptop and worked for a while, maybe a few hours or so before heading back home. May still wasn’t back and Peter really needed some air, so he put on the suit before leaving through his window and swinging around. It was a nice distraction as he watched the sun slowly start to set, dealing with a few petty crimes around the neighbourhood. He was about to call it a day when he heard a shout coming from someone. 

“Hey! Get off me!” the voice sounded awfully familiar and as soon as he realized who it was, Peter’s stomach dropped. “I said get off!” you were shouting from about a block away, trying to keep a man away from you. 

“Oh, come on, you look all nice and dolled up. Why won’t you just –” the man started before you started to attack him with your bag. Sure, you weren’t scared of him, but you were really hoping he would catch a clue and leave you alone for the rest of the night. You were tired and your feet hurt, and the sun was setting so you really didn’t want to be walking alone back to your place in the dark. You’d forgotten your phone like a dumbass in your room, so there really weren’t that many options. “You bitch! I can understand why you’re walking all alone! I wouldn’t want to be near such a whore either!” the words sank into your skin as you made a disgusted face at the man. 

“Listen if you could please just leave me alone it would be –” as you placed your hands up trying to be defensive, the man grabbed onto your wrists and started to pull on you. “Stop! What are you –?”

“She said stop.”

Your head whipped around, and you saw Spiderman hanging from a web. You watched the man smirk and laugh for a minute, his hands still holding onto your wrists. “And what are you gonna do? From what I’ve heard about you Spiderman is that you’re just a kid. Don’t think that I’d fear a –”

Before he could finish his sentence, Spiderman had knocked him cold with a single blow to the face. He turned to you and tried to make sure you were alright. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting him to get knocked out. Are you alright miss?” you nodded, trying to massage your wrists, damn that guy had a firm grip. You glared at his lying figure, still holding onto your wrists. Spiderman’s eyes, or well, you couldn’t really see his eyes through his mask but whatever, moved to your wrists. “Are you sure? Here, let me see.” 

He took your wrists gently, examining the potential bruises and making sure you were okay. You smiled before taking back your wrists. “I’m alright, honestly. Thank you for your help, even though I didn’t really need it,” you stated, causing him to scoff.

“Um what? From what I saw, he was holding you and you couldn’t move,” he crossed his arms making you snort.

“That’s because I was trying to reason with him before kicking him in the balls,” you mentioned, causing Spiderman to choke in response. “Kind of stupid that guy. I mean my legs weren’t restrained. But whatever. Thank you though. I do actually appreciate it,” you smiled and was about to walk off before he kept talking. 

“Why are you walking alone? I mean it’s getting late, no? Why not call someone to drive you home?” he asked making you stop and turn around. 

You placed your hand on your hip and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought it would be nice to get some fresh air so I just decided to walk. But I’m starting to think I should just take the bus for the rest of the way back.”

“I could swing you back?” Spiderman’s offer was a surprising one, considering how this was your first time encountering the hero. Though it was a bit skeptical, you agreed to it, wanting to go home. “Just hold on tight alright?” he asked as you nodded, latching yourself to him, arms wrapped around his neck. You heard his breath hitch slightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist but ignored it as he shot a web up and started to swing. 

You screamed loudly, the adrenaline of being so high up and swing fast soon kicking in. “Do you even know where we’re going?” you shouted, the wind smacking you in the face. You rolled your eyes before giving your address to him and soon landing safely at your windowsill. Thankfully, your widow was still unlocked so you lifted it up and slid in. Before he left you tapped his shoulder. “Thanks Spiderman.” 

“Not a problem. Just being your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.” 

He left soon, leaving you in your room, bored. You walked over to your desk and saw your phone there, a bunch of texts from MJ asking you how your date went so you went and responded. After binging a bit on Netflix, you decided to get ready for bed, knowing Peter was going to come honking at the door the next morning. 

----

“Wow, you’re early for once,” Peter joked as you sat in his car. You rolled your eyes at him, before turning on the radio. “How was your, umm, date yesterday?” he asked, clearly uncomfortable. 

You raised an eyebrow, confused as to why he had suddenly taken interest into your date with Noah. “It was the same as usual I guess,” you shrug. “Why?” 

“You walked home last night?” he huffed, causing you to readjust your position. You awkwardly nodded, because you knew he was going to go into his “you shouldn’t be walking home alone late at night” speech. 

“Yeah,” you admitted, as he stopped at the red light. “How did you know –”

He kept his eyes on the road before speaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you pursed your lips, shrugging once more. “I went to bed pretty early for once. I just forgot about it, I guess. Sorry,” you tried to apologize yet Peter’s face stayed stern. 

“Why didn’t Noah drop you off?”

You were shocked at his tone but answered him, trying to keep your own temper. “He said he had to go somewhere once we were done the movie. He apologized for your information. He’s got more in his life then just me.”

“No one goes on a date with someone and just leaves because they were ‘busy’,” he argued. You rolled your eyes at his behaviour. 

“Would you cut it out? It really wasn’t that big of a deal,” you snapped, crossing your arms and turning to look outside of the window. 

Peter turned to you and glared. “Not that big of a deal? I heard some guy tried to attack you,” he retorted, causing you to turn back and face him, confused as to how he knew. 

“Who told you?” 

“That doesn’t matter!” his tone was harsher, making you wince at the volume. He took a breath and regained his composure. “I just can’t believe Noah let you go home alone. Why didn’t you take the bus?” 

You were getting tired of his protective behavior, sighing. “Oh my god Peter. I’m not a helpless child, I can walk home on my own! For your information I didn’t have my bus pass. Besides it was hardly dark!” your attempts to reason with him fell on deaf ears. 

“There were so many other things you could have done though!”

“Like what?” 

“You could have called me!” 

“You were busy! You have a life that’s not taking care of me twenty-four seven! I don’t want to have to rely on you for every fucking moment of my life!” you retaliated, breathing heavily. “Besides, I didn’t even have my phone.”

“You could have –”

“Could have what Parker?” you were sick of him treating you as if you were incapable of doing anything. “I get that you’re just trying to look after me, but I can handle things on my own!” 

“Can you? Because it seems like the one time you are on your own you get yourself in situations like yesterdays!” 

“You think that it was my fault? You think that some guy trying to assault me is my fault? Are you fucking serious right now? You know what, I’ll just get Noah to drive me home tonight seeing as you clearly don’t trust me walk home on my own, because I don’t want you to drive me anymore. Don’t wait for me after school,” and with those words, the car had come to a stop and you slammed his car door, leaving Peter to slap himself across the forehead at his stupid mistake. Groaning to himself, he placed his head on the steering wheel. 

“What the fuck did I just do?”

------

It had been two weeks since you and Peter’s argument and neither of you had spoken to each other since. There had been awkward moments where you two would cross paths, like if you were hanging out with MJ and Ned, but you made it seems as if it were your sworn duty to ignore the boy. You sat with Noah and his friends at lunch and either walked home or had your dad pick you up. 

That was all until one fateful night.

It was maybe eleven, possibly even midnight, and Peter had just gotten back from patrol. It was boring that night. Nothing happened, maybe a guy flashing people down the street but asides from that, the city was calm.

He had climbed back into his room and sat down on his bed, laying up at the ceiling. He hadn’t done much the past few weeks since he didn’t have you to bother him with, so his life was boring. He laid there for a few more minutes before his phone buzzed.

He was quick to get up and grab his phone, wow addicted much, and his eyes squinted when reading the name, making sure they weren’t deceiving him.

you: hey

you: do you think you could come over?

Peter: ofc! On my way right now

you: thanks :)

The ride to your house was short and before he knew it, you were sitting beside him, awkwardly staring forewords. “Can we drive? Anywhere is fine,” you mumbled under your breath, latching on your seatbelt.

Peter nodded and started to drive off. He glanced to look at you a couple times, watching as you anxiously played with the sleeves of your sweater. Maybe ten minutes had passed, and you motioned for Peter to park the car on the side of a quiet street.

“Me and Noah broke up.”

Peter looked at her surprised. “Oh. Do you want to talk about – “

“Do you still have those movies you downloaded on your phone?” you asked quickly, avoiding his previous question. He nodded as you smiled. “Can we watch one of them in the back? I really just don’t want to think about anything.”

Peter smiled at the girl. “Anything for you.”

So, the two of you sat in the backseats of Peter’s old sedan, wrapped up in an old blanket and watching trashy romcoms together.

And it was perfect.

-----

The two of you had finally made amends after the incident and nearly a month had passed until the two of you were working on a project in Peter’s apartment.

While Peter was vigour sly typing up the document, you laid on his bed, playing with various Knick knacks he had scattered around his room.

“Peter?” He hummed his response before you continued. “What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you think about me?” 

“Sorry?” He paused his writing, confused at why you had suddenly decided to go into such a deep question.

You sat up for a second, repeating the same question. “What do you think of when you think of me?” you collapsed back down onto your back and laid your head on your arms. “Go on. Answer it?” 

He took a second to think about it before answering: “Annoying.”

“You think I’m annoying?” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes at his childish answer. 

“Undoubtedly. Every day I wonder how far I can shoot you into space,” he joked as you threw one of his pillows at his head. He caught it with ease, turning on his chair to face you. “Why are you asking? Did someone say something?” he asked defensively. 

You shook your head, playing with some strands of hair, braiding them carelessly. “No. I was just kind of sitting in my room earlier today and stumbled over a Tik Tok where a girl asked people what they thought of when they thought of her, so I just wondered about it. I asked MJ and she said that I reminded her of comfort and that one time we plotted to kill Ms. Gail,” Peter looked at you with a cocked brow as you shrugged. “I mean, at least her answer wasn’t as rude as yours.”

“Oh, come on. It was just a joke,” he tried to reason with you as you laughed. He left his desk and sat at the bottom of his bed beside you, taking a second to think about it. “I guess the first thing I think about, when I think about you, is cars.”

“Like the Pixar movie?”

Smacking you with the pillow he was holding, he rolled his eyes, “and you wonder why I said annoying?” 

“You love me,” you stated, as Peter sighed.

“No, but like cars. More so car rides,” he stopped himself, thinking of all the memories you have made in the car rides you had been on. “Like, I guess car rides with you are what I think of. Like how I pick you up and drop you every day. And all the stupid conversations we have, or watching you trying to put yourself together in the mornings when I pick you up. I think about the arguments we have gotten into, the tears that we shed, the terrible jokes you made, the movies we watched in the back of the car on your phone late at night,” a smile tugged at his lips as he thought: ‘It’s where I fell in love with you.’ He leaned his head back on the mattress of the bed. “I guess it’s just, our special thing.” 

You smiled to yourself at his answer, as you laid on your back staring at the ceiling. “That was a solid answer Parker,” you teased him. You slid down the bed, so that half of you was lying upside down and turned to face him. 

“Yeah well my real answer is just annoying,” he laughed before turning to face you. You both hadn’t realized how close you were to each other’s faces. Your nose was almost touching his as you stared into his soft brown eyes.

Neither of you moved. 

Just the sound of silence and your heartbeat going haywire.

“Do you want to know what comes to my mind when I think of you?” you asked smiling. “I think of how many times you’ve been there for me, showing up at midnight with your old sedan and your hair a mess. I think of how you always seem to be there no matter how pissed off I am at you or the world. I think of your cute face and how you always manage to make me smile. I think of how much I really love you Peter Parker. How your dorky face manages to be my entire world.”

Peter’s mind seemed to unravel as the words left your mouth. “You, love me?”

A light scoff seemed to escape your lips before you responded. “I do. Have been since sophomore year, but if you don’t feel the same, don’t feel obligated to answer. I know it’s really-“

His lips sealed over yours before another word could have been spoken. His hair tickled your eyes as you two got closer together, his hand placed on the back of your neck. The two of you parted, your eyes staring longingly into his. The two of you shared a pair of love sick smiles. 

“I guess that means you love me too?”

“You have no idea.”

[princecharmingmendes]

Valentine's Day | Peter Mendes

"Being heartbroken already sucks, but being heartbroken on Valentine's Day due to your douche ex boyfriend it's the worst thing that could happen, thankfully you have the triplets to take care of you, but specially your best friend and forever crush, Peter"

                                               Shawn | Raul (coming soon)

Hi! This is the best friends to lovers valentine's day inspired part, hope you enjoy it! 

*Word Count: 6.3k+ 

*Warnings: cursing, some angst and I gues that's it!

*Posted: February 16th, 2020

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There’s always a limit of how much of a jerk you can be, but Joshua just tried his best and succeeded on being the biggest jerk on the planet and it sucked. He literally dumped you one week before valentine’s day saying that he’s not sure if you’re the kind of person he would like to date anymore after almost a whole year. Who in the world does that? For real! Normally, it wouldn’t surprise you, you’ve had a few bad experiences before and you used to think that no one could hurt you anymore. So naive of you to believe that. People always find a way to let you down.

“Hey, Y/N” says one of the few people who would never let you down, and they all shared DNA.

The triplets have been my best friends since middle school, when I met Peter and he was so happy he invited me over on the first weekend since we’ve met, and that’s how I met Raul and Shawn. Raul became my friend when he punched a guy for looking at me funny, and Shawn, well, when he found out I played the piano he was always inviting himself to my house so that I could teach him. And Peter, oh, how do I say this? He’s always been the one for me, the one I would call crying when I felt sad, the one I would rely on pretty much anything, the one I would tell anything and the one I fell for when I was thirteen.

I never really gave too much attention to it, didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And also, he never showed any signs that he felt the same way, so I pushed my feeling deep in my heart and pretended I was fine when he sounded so excited that some other girl finally decided they could go out together, even though my heart was aching. No one found that out, not even his brothers, specially them, cause they share pretty much everything that happens in their lives between them. It’s almost like there are no secrets at all. So, no way I’d tell them how I felt about their brother.

“Hey, Shawn” you replied as soon as you picked up the phone.

“So, what are you doing for lunch today?”

“Uh, I don’t know, probably eat near work or something, why?”

“Nothing really, just wanted to know if you don’t want company or something?”

“Where’s your girlfriend? It’s valentine’s day!”

“She’s at work, and I know, we’re going out tonight”

“Oh, okay, what time and where?”

“I can pick you up if you want”

“That’d be great actually”

“In an hour?”

“Perfect!” I said smiling while I organized some papers.

“Okay, great, gotta go, bye, Y/N”

“Bye, Shawn” I said hanging up and getting back at work.

At least today isn’t going to be that bad.

-*-

Well, I was wrong, today is going to be the worst.

Shawn picked me up and as soon as I got in his car he was asking what was wrong. I just dismissed the subject and he seemed to drop it, even though I knew he would spend the whole day trying to understand what happened. He parked at a restaurant we liked very much and as soon as we entered the place, I saw my ex there holding hands with a girl that he works with. That little shit! That’s when it hit me. They used to hang out a lot and he said she had a boyfriend and that I shouldn’t worry about her, even though they’re always together. And the worst? I believed him because I thought he would never cheat on me. Guess I was wrong.

“Hey, is that...?”

“Yup, that’s him”

“You guys broke up?”

“Sunday, he texted saying it was over because I’m not right for him, apparently was just and excuse to keep on fooling around with her without me on his way”

“I’m going to murder him” Shawn said clenching his jaw and before he could do or say something about it I grabbed his bicep.

“Don’t, I don’t was to cause a scene, just forget it”

“Okay...” he said taking a deep breath “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“No, it’s okay, don’t want to ruin lunch because of him”

“It’s your call, whatever you decide I’m okay with”

“Thank you”

“Sure” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders and guiding me to our table, surely taking a bigger course so we would be as far from Joshua as possible. Little things like this make me love them even more.

“So, enough about me, what about you?”

“Na-ah, we’re still talking about you... how are you dealing with it”

“Well, it’s hard, sure, but I’ll be alright”

“If you need anything, you just have to call us”

“I know, and thank you”

“What are you doing tonight?” Shawn asked as the waiter approached holding the menu.

“Would you guys like to take a look or can I already order your usuals?” she asked smiling politely.

“The usual’s fine for me”

“Yeah, me too, thank you, Grace” Shawn said beaming at her and she just nodded leaving ya to talk.

“What am I doing? Probably just binge watch something and order pizza”

“Do you want to go out with us?”

“Dude, I’m not third wheeling in valentine’s day, thank you very much”

“I‘ll call Raul, he’s single and not going out tonight”

“I’m also not ruining your date night, you work way too much and your girlfriend deserves attention, I really like her, don’t want her to dump you for being too busy”

“You do have a point, but call Raul, or he’s probably just going to work”

“Yeah, I’ll talk to him, what about Peter? Is he okay?”

“Yeah, Peter is fine”

“I haven’t seen him lately”

“He’s busy with work, I haven’t either, well, at least until yesterday, the three of us met at a pizza place to talk and stuff, he has some really cool things going on at work and he’s trying his best to everything go down as smoothly as possible, you know him”

“I do”

“But yeah, he’s doing fine, he’s got a date tonight”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t sound too happy about it, but we thought it was better to leave it and talk to him after the date”

“Who’s the girl?”

“Someone he met at a friend’s party of something”

“Oh, he didn’t tell me

“He’s just really busy”

“Yeah, I know” I said sighing.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired”

“Haven’t been sleeping?”

“Yeah, too much going on”

“I figured” Shawn said with concerned laced in his voice “what about that project you had with Hannah?”

“Oh, that is going fantastic...” I said cheerfully and glad he changed subjects.

                                                      -*-

Lunch went well after all, didn’t see Joshua for the rest of the day. Went back to work and things were fine, I even decided to work a little later because I was feeling like it. Then I left and went to the gym that was pretty close to my house, but when I got in I immediately regretted it. Joshua was there talking to some random blonde girl and I felt so stupid. I mean, he lives close by and he always loved to work out at the end of the afternoon and go out after, specially now that he’s single. But before I could leave, he saw me and I simply couldn’t leave now, I just felt like I couldn’t give him the taste that I’m hurt about what he did. So I ignored him and started my workout routine.

Ignoring him was the hardest thing in the planet. Not because I didn’t want to, but because he was purposefully waking around me and flirting a little too obviously in front of me the whole time. When I decided it was enough for today, both from him and the workout, I went to grab my stuff and when I got back he was standing there, apparently waiting for me.

“Fancy seeing you here”

“Wish I could say the same” I snapped back.

“Ooh, someone’s mad, what? Someone hurt you?”

“Hurt me? I guess you’ll have to try harder than hitting on a poor girl in front of me to hurt you” I said and he just stared at me “what? You think I’m stupid?”

“No, I’m sure actually”

“Wow, now you hurt me” I said clutching my hand over my chest dramatically.

“Well, will you excuse me? I have hotter girls to talk to”

“Be my guest, I’m not stopping you from doing anything”

“Will you just stop?” he asked seeming to be actually annoyed.

“Stop what?”

“Stop acting like you don’t care... that you don’t love me”

“But I don’t, I’m not pretending”

“Oh really? Is that why you had to go to lunch with Shawn Mendes? Come to my gym and work out at the same time as me? Stop pretending! I know you’re hurt and you still love me, that’s why you didn’t go out last night and that’s why you’ll spend the whole night alone, probably crying because of me and because you’re single and pathe...”

“Shut up, Joshua! What’s wrong with you?” I interrupted him “My life doesn’t spin around you, at least not anymore, and all of this just proves that you’re obsessed with me and the need of someone wanting you, you’re just rude and a big ass narcissist, fuck you! I don’t care if you have a million dates tonight, and you should mind your own business, not what I’m doing or who I’m doing tonight, so goodbye” I said turning around to leave, but not before he said something along the lines of ‘that’s why no one likes you’ and suddenly I lost control.

I spun around and took two big and quick steps towards him, slapping right across his left cheek.

“If you have something to say, say it to my face, coward” I said finally leaving the place and him, standing there in complete shock.

I practically sprinted towards my building, deciding to take the stairs since I felt I was shivering and burning hot from anger. When I finally reached my door, it was when I felt the first tear rolling down my face. Shit. I know I shouldn’t be crying because of him, but what can I do? He was a douche and I hate him. I grabbed my keys and turned the lock, slipping inside, I went straight to my room to take a shower to try to calm my nerves and stop my pathetic sobs from coming.

“Shit” I muttered under my breath when my phone started ringing and Raul’s name lighting up the screen.

“Hey, Y/N, Shawn called me earlier and told me about lunch, are you okay? Do you want me to take you somewhere?” Raul said through the phone while I tried to calm my breathing as much as I could.

“Hey, I can’t, I’m sorry” I said trying to contain my sobs and sniffs.

“Hey, are you crying? What happened?”

“Nothing, I’m not crying, it’s allergies”

“Y/N...”

“Look, I’m fine, I just need to take a shower and that’s it, I gotta go now, and I’m sorry, but I can’t go out tonight, thank you, goodnight” I said quickly and hanging up.

Taking a deep breath, turned off my phone and got in the shower.

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Once I was done crying, I got out of the shower and changed to a pair of sweatpants and a white plain gigantic t-shirt, with my hair wet and probably soaking my shirt, but now I couldn’t care less. I went to the kitchen to try to find something to eat, but giving up pretty much in the middle of it, finding nothing other then cereal and eggs, and neither of those got me hungry or excited, so I just grabbed the ice cream and a spoon, ready to curl up on a ball but apparently someone had to ruin my plans. The doorbell rang and I got up, grabbing an umbrella by the door just in case.

“Joshua, go away, I’ll cal the cops” I said 100% sure it was him wanting to humiliate me even more.

“Hm... actually... it’s Peter... please don’t call the cops”

“Peter?!” I asked opening the damn door “what the hell? Don’t you have a date or something?”

“I had... can I come in?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Shawn called this afternoon and I already wanted to cancel everything to be here with you... and then Raul called, and I think you know what happened”

“Shit, I’m sorry”

“It’s okay”

“You should go though” I said crossing my arms above my chest “you’re probably late”

“Y/N, I thought you knew me better”

“I...”

“I already cancelled it, and I ordered pizza and I’m staying the night”

“O-okay”

“Can I come in, princess?” he asked and I nodded still not knowing what to do, he gently pushed me to the side and got in, closing the door and grabbing my hand “where do you want to sit?”

“I...” I started but never finished, even though he was patiently waiting.

“Can I take the lead for now?” he asked cupping my face gently and I nodded looking straight into his eyes.

Peter guided me through my house and sat down on my bed with me, still holding my hand as we just stared at each other in silence. Looking at him and seeing concern all over his face was hard, but knowing that he did all of this for me was harder. Specially because I know he only did this because he thinks I’m an idiot. That did hit me in the face and I felt a fat hot tear slowly run down my face and he gently squeezed my hands between his enormous ones.

“I’m here for you, whatever you need” he said in a whisper and I simply could not reply, a sob bubbles off from my chest and the tears started rolling down my face like a faucet “shhh, it’s okay, let it all out” he said as he pulled me into his chest and to sit on his lap.

“He dumped me” I said after what felt like ages.

“Shawn told me” he said kissing my hair softly.

“He apparently cheated on me... and today I say him”

“At lunch, right?”

“Well, yeah, but also at the gym”

“I didn’t know about that”

“I didn’t tell anyone, at least not yet”

“Did he do something?”

“He was flirting with a girl and at the end, as I was leaving he came to talk to me about how I should be miserable and how no one can handle me or something like that”

“He said what?”

“I know, so I slapped him and left”

“Shit, honey, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know”

“How could you?”

“I don’t know, but you don’t deserve this”

“I think I kinda do... I mean, everybody told me how much of a jerk he was”

“That doesn’t make you deserve any of this, I wish I could do something about it”

“Shawn wanted to punch him, I don’t doubt Raul would if he saw him, fuck, I DID slap him”

“He deserved it, if I could, I’d murder him right now only for making you feel like this is your fault, God, I fucking hate him”

“You always did” I mumbled as I nuzzled my face on his chest.

“I had my reasons” he said combing through my hair gently “can I blow dry your hair? Your shirt is damp and I don’t want you to be sick”

“Yeah, I should probably change first”

“Why?”

“Hm... nothing”

“Okay, weirdo” He said placing me back on my bed as he went to my bathroom and got back with the blow drier “sit up for me”

As I did what he asked, he started getting my hair dry as he gently took his time to detangle my hair and massage my scalp. I was completely lost in his ministrations and his touch, so I didn’t think much when I placed my hands on the waistband of his sweatpants, I immediately regretted when I felt his breath pattern change, but since he didn’t sat anything and I’ve already done it, I just kept them there. I placed my forehead on his rock hard abs while he finished with my hair, once he was done, he just plugged it off and kept running his long fingers through my hair in a soothing motion.

“I think the pizza is here, do you want to eat it in here or on the living room?”

“Living room” I mumbled softly and he chuckled.

“Let me help you get there” he said picking me up and carrying me to the couch, where he placed me down before going to pick up our food.

He returned a few seconds later and grabbed a backpack that I didn’t noticed it was placed by the door. It meant he really thought this through when he said he was going to spend the night, but really, when does he not think about everything?

He got us the pizza and plates, two glasses of wine and blankets, all that while I picked up a movie to watch. Peter sat down beside me and took off his hoodie, making his best to make me feel comfortable, offering me the glass and the pizza, which I gladly accepted. We were pretty much an hour into the movie when he got up again to refill our glasses and put away the pizza leftover, when he came back, he simply sat down beside me again, closer this time, and placed his arm on the backrest of the couch. I started leaning in into his warmth and when I realized, I was practically on top of him and he had his arm around me.

“Hun?”

“Hm?”

“You’re shivering”

“It’s this stupid shirt”

“Take it off”

“I’m too lazy to go there and change it”

“Here, take my hoodie” he said picking it up “I can turn around if you want”

“I do, please” I said and he just stuffed a throw pillow on his face making me chuckle “done” I said as soon as I got the hoodie on.

“Better?” he asked placing the pillow back on its place and pulling me back on top of him.

“Much better”

Half an hour later he had his hand inside my (his) hoodie caressing my lower back, a few moments later he started running his hand higher and when he noticed I wasn’t really wearing a bra and I remembered it, both of our breaths were caught in our throats. He didn’t say anything and neither have I. He kept on with his sweet touches and it started to lure me to sleep, and I didn’t even noticed when I dozed off.

“Honey?” Peter called lowly what felt like two minutes later.

“Hm?”

“You fell asleep twenty minutes ago, and as much as I didn’t want to wake you, I’m afraid you’d wake up tomorrow in pain”

“Oh” I said sitting up properly and rubbing my eyes “sorry”

“It’s okay, Want me to take you to your room?” he asked and I just nodded, too weak to deny it.

He picked me up and placed me on my bed gently, pulling the cover over my body and adjusting the TV for me. I just lied there in awe that he knew my routine by heart not knowing what to do or say, so when he turned around to place a strand of hair behind my ear, I really didn’t think much when I grabbed his wrist.

“Is everything okay?”

“Hm... yeah”

“Do you need anything?” he asked and I shook my head “I’m going to be in the living...”

“Can you stay?” I barley whispered

“Sorry, what?”

“Nothing”

“What did you say?”

“Would you stay?”

“In here?” he asked and I nodded “yeah, sure, whatever you want” he said as he pulled back the covers and got in “can I hold you?”

“Please” I silently begged him and he just smiled down at me as he pulled into his chest and wrapped his arms around me.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart, we’ll talk some more in the morning, okay?” he asked and just nodded weakly as his fingers got back at combing through my hair, quickly getting me to sleep again.

                                                      -*-

Waking up was painful. I’ve never slept better in my life, and I don’t know if it’s because of the wine of being in arms of someone I fell for and actually cares about me. I slowly started to stir awake and as noticed my surroundings, I realized that the bed was empty on the other side, slightly cold already, which meant Peter already left. I’m not gonna lie, I was quite disappointed on that, and it seems wrong. I mean, we don’t have anything for me to feel bad, he’s only a friend and he probably felt weird waking up beside me.

I got up and looked at the big mirror I had in my room, seeing that I was still wearing his hoodie and I felt awkwardly warm inside, and I don’t know if that’s a good sign. I put my hair in another messy bun and headed to the kitchen, only to find my best friend still shirtless and on his sweatpants apparently making breakfast for a whole army. I leaned against the counter silently just watching him cook and hum to some random melody lowly. Seeing him like this brought up the feeling that maybe we could have been something, waking up everyday to this would’ve been nice and going to bed with someone just as sweet would be nicer.

“Hey, sweetheart, morning” he said as he turned around to grab something “since it’s quite late, I thought maybe brunch was a great idea”

“Good morning, yeah, it’s fine” I said and he turned of the stone, cleaning his hands and coming closer to me, only to gently cup my face on his hands and get me to look straight into his arms.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly as his thumb caressed my cheek.

“I’m much better”

“Really?” he asked and I just nodded, earning a grin “good”

“Do you need help?”

“No, it’s okay, I’m almost done, do you want to go to the living room?”

“No, I want to stay” I said going to sit on the counter beside where he was previously “I thought you’re gone when I woke up”

“No, I’d never do that”

“I know, I kind of feel bad for thinking that about you now that you’re here and have all of this done”

“No, don’t, it’s okay, but just so you know, I’d never leave you alone, only if you asked me to” he said as he got back to what he was doing.

“Yeah, it’s just that sometimes I forget that you’re not like any other guy I’ve dated... not that I think of you that way or something, it’s just that not many guys I know sleep here... not that you’re...”

“I got it, it’s okay” he said chuckling lightly and squeezing my knee gently to comfort me.

“Oh, yeah, hm, okay”

“Y/N, it’s okay, loosen up a bit, it’s just me, Peter”

“Okay, it’s just, I’m not used to this, okay?”

“Used to what?”

“Someone like you”

“Like me?”

“Yeah, like... sweet and caring, that would you al you’ve done yesterday and today for me”

“You should, though”

“It’s impossible, that’s the kind of thing only Peter would do”

“It’s not, if I can do it, anyone can, besides... that’s how you deserve to be treated, you shouldn’t expect nothing more”

“You’re too good for this world”

“No, you are” he said placing his hand just above my knee and looked at me, his beautiful almost honey colored eyes boring into mine “it’s ready”

“What’s ready?”

“The food, sweetheart”

“Oh, shit, sorry” I said hoping off the counter and starting to grab the tray, making him giggle.

“Leave that to me, go to the living room and pick a movie”

“Okay” I said and did what he suggested.

When I got to the living room the coffee table was settled as beautiful coffee table, with so much food I can’t even name it. There was a little vase with a tiny daisy arrangement on it. My heart was so tight in my chest and I had to suppress a sub from bubbling of my chest, Peter Mendes is perfect and I don’t even know if he knows that. He came in a few moments later, balancing everything in a bigger tray and placing it down alongside everything that was already there. He sat down on the floor and I did the same beside him, and with that, Peter pulled my legs over his lap gently to pull the table closer to us.

Sitting there, watching Brooklyn99 with him, stuffed with the best brunch I’ve ever had I allowed myself to think what would be like to date someone like him. Peter was so perfect and it’d be fantastic to be with someone like him. I wouldn’t have to worry about him leaving me after our first time, or hitting on someone else, or thinking I’m weird and judging me for who I am, for finding ridiculous my problems, for him putting himself first all the time, for him to just do things boyfriends aren’t supposed to. But if I’m being honest, maybe there are guys like him out there, the only thing is that I never get to have them and I’m always stuck with people like Joshua.

Maybe I am the problem of this. Maybe I’m not good enough and that’s probably why Peter never saw me that way, hell, not even Joshua saw me that way and he’s the worst. I just wish things could be different, that I could end up with someone like Peter, or even Shawn and Raul, they’re all amazing as a human being and as a significant other. Maybe I’m not supposed to have a happy ending. I didn’t even noticed I started crying again, not until Peter carefully grabbed my chin and made me look at him, and there it was, that look of concern on his face.

“I’m okay” I whispered breathlessly  and he shook his head, pulling me into his arms again and pressing his lips to my forehead.

“It’s okay, don’t hold it back, let it all out” he said softly as he rubbed my back up and down.

And that was all it took for me to start crying all over again in his arms as he rocked me back and forth delicately. After what felt like ages later, I finally stopped crying but didn’t dare to move, just stayed there, being completely inebriated by his scent.

“I’m sorry” it came out barely as a whisper.

“Stop apologizing, it’s okay, I’m here for you” he said and I couldn’t control the whimper that I let out, almost sounding like a pained puppy “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked and I just shook my head “you can tell me, it’s clearly hurting you, is it something I did? Or what Joshua said?”

“It’s just... why can’t I be with someone like you? Why do I always have to pick the wrong guy? I don’t know, there’s just probably something wrong with me and now you probably you think I’m pathetic and whiny and a complete idiot, I just don’t deserve you”

“You’re not pathetic and whiny and a complete idiot, and anyone who thinks that is completely wrong” he said brushing some strands of hair that fell on my face behind my ear, then cupping my jaw, placing his thumb above my lips, swiping it gently “what Joshua said to you is simply bullshit and I wish I could take it all back, the only thing you don’t deserve here is to be treated like that by someone who doesn’t deserve you, he’s just not good enough for you. Second of all, there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re perfect, Y/N, and I’m not saying this because you’re my best friend, I’m just saying that because it’s the truth. You’re the smartest, kindest, sweetest and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and any guy who has the chance to have you is the luckiest bastard on earth, you deserve the whole damn world, and if I could give it to you, I would’ve already”

“Pete... I’m so...” I tried to say but he simply shook his head lightly and caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, as if to say he’s not finished yet in the cutest way I’ve ever seen.

“And last, I’ve always asked myself the same question... ‘why can’t she be with someone like me? What do I have to do for her to notice me?’ and I never really got an answer, but I also never asked you”

“What?”

“What what?”

“You wanted...?”

“If I wanted you?” he completed lowly and chuckled sadly “yes, I’ve always wanted you and still do, just never got the guts to tell you”

“You want me?” I asked and he nodded patiently, with expectation written all over his face “I... don’t lie to me”

“I’d never lie to you and you know that”

“This is not funny”

“It isn’t meant to be”

“Peter... you like me?”

“Sweetheart... I fell for you hard so many years ago and was never able to recover”

“But... you had a date... and girls before”

“I know, I had to try to forget you for the sakes of our friendship, and you had a boyfriend, if I just sat at home and imagined that motherfucker with you on valentine’s day, probably not doing what you deserve would drive me mad, I had to try and do something to keep my mind busy and try to move on”

“You like me” I said completely in shock.

“Mhmm”

“Shit” I said covering my face with my hands and he quickly grabbed my wrists, pulling them away from my face.

“Don’t do this, don’t let this change anything, please, I can’t afford to loose you”

“This changes everything, Peter, how do you expect not to?”

“I just... I don’t to loose you”

“And you’re not, it’s just... I don’t think I’m ready...”

“Ready?”

“To have something right now”

“Okay, I’m lost now”

“Oh God, you don’t know?”

“What?!”

“Peter! I fell for you ages ago”

“What?! When?! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I never thought you liked me back, and also... well, I thought it was obvious”

“Of course not! Not even the guys noticed”

“Well...”

“It’s okay if you aren’t ready to try anything, I get it, I don’t want to rush you”

“Really?”

“Of course, sweetheart” he said pressing his lips to my forehead.

“You’re too good to be true” I said and he giggled.

“Am not, just tell me whenever you’re ready, I’ll be waiting”

“Even if it takes... I don’t know... a year?”

“I hope not, but yeah, even if it takes a whole year, or two, or whatever, I’ve been waiting for years now”

“Thank you, Peter” I said hugging him tightly.

                                                      -*-

Two weeks. That’s what it took me to call Peter. He spent the whole day with me and then left to do some work stuff he needed, but not before he asked me to call him if I ever needed anything, cause he hoped he never had to find out from his brothers that I was crying ever again.

“Hey, sweetheart, you okay?”

“Yeah, I was... what are you doing?”

“I just finished a project, why?”

“I was wondering if you’re free tonight...”

“I am, what’re thinking?”

“Hm... nothing in particular, just wanted to see you”

“Oh, okay, when can I come over?”

“Whenever you can, I’m already here”

“Okay, I just gotta change and...”

“Can you stay the night?” I asked biting my lower lip interrupting him.

“Oh, hm... yeah, is it okay? I mean... you want it?”

“I do... so... are you... staying?”

“Yes, yes I will”

“Okay, thank you”

“Sure, sweetheart, see you in twenty?”

“Mhmmm”

“Bye” he said and I hung up, starting to get the house clean and everything in place.

Peter showed up nearly half and hour later and came in, just like I told him to do on the text I sent him. The house was barely illuminated by some scented candles and the TV, there were Italian food in small containers and a bottle of wine on my coffee table and a rom-com by netflix ready to start. He stood by the door with a shocked expression all over his face and I walked to him on the hoodie he left here on valentine’s day and my favorite pair of fuzzy socks. He looked down at me, realization finally hitting him as he smiled, wrapping his arms around my middle as I did the same with his torso.

“What is this all about?”

“I feel like I ruined valentine’s day for you... so I just wanted to do something nice”

“This is really nice, sweetheart, and you look sooo good”

“So do you” I said placing my hand on his chest and glancing down at his jeans and hoodie. God, why does he had to always look so comfy and like a stuffed animal, ready for cuddles “wanna get comfy and come back here?”

“Whatever you say” he said kissing the top of my head and letting go of me to change into a pair of sweatpants.

He came back few minutes later and sat down beside, with his arm on the backrest of the couch. We ate and laughed at the movies, coming closer to each other kind of naturally. After my third glass of wine and desert, I had my head on his chest and he had his lips pressed to my hair, as his fingers combed through it, my legs were over his lap and his arms around me. He just smelled so good and felt so comfortable that I didn’t even think of what I was doing, I just looked up to admire his features on the dim lit room. His cheeks were rosy and his hair a mess, he was wearing his glasses which made him look even hotter, and right now, I couldn’t separate what a completely sober me and half a bottle of wine down me thought. Okay, to be fair, I’m not drunk, just a bit more brave. I just really wanted to taste those pink lips of his.

“Whatcha thinking?” he mumbled as he looked down at me.

“Hmm... nothing, just how good you look and...”

“And...?”

“How much I... shit, sorry” I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t stop starring at his lips.

“It’s okay, tell me” He whispered pressing his forehead on mine.

That’s when I couldn’t resist anymore, that’s when I kissed him. He seemed chocked at first, but he quickly pulled me closer and kissed me back. My hands got lost in his soft curls as his wandered up my body, in a way he hadn’t before, and I’m not complaining. I quickly decided to straddled his thighs and sat on his lap, pulling his wild hair making him let out a soft moan. He’s going to kill me. His lips were like heaven against mine, making my head go dizzy, due to the way they felt and the taste of wine only making it harder to resist. One of his hands grabbed my waist while the other cupped my jaw and the back of my head, as if to keep me in place, and I couldn’t resist any sound when he squeezed me tighter against him, so he took the opportunity to lick into my mouth as if it was the best thing that ever happened in his life.

“I’m sorry, I just really needed to do that” I quickly said as I pulled back for air.

“Sorry? Sweetheart, you can do it whenever you want” He said with the cutest blush on his cheeks and a small smile on his swollen lips.

“Can I?”

“Are you ready?”

“For what?”

“To be mine and to be treated like you really deserve?”

“Yes, Peter, but I thought you knew”

“Knew what?” he asked playing dumb with a boyish grin plastered on his face.

“That I’m yours”

“Hmm, good to know” he said placing a sweet pack on my lips “can I start treating you better?”

“Did you just used one of your brother’s song on me?”

“Did it work?”

“You’re spending too much time with Raul, or even Shawn”

“Did it work?”

“It might have” I said unable to stop a smiling from forming on my lips.

“Great, can I take you to your room?” he asked as his nose brushed mine “I’m not going to do what you don’t want, I want to take you a proper date before we take this way too far”

“You really are prince charming” I said and I saw his cheeks heating up and reddening “whatever you say, Peter, I trust you”

“Good, I’m in love with you, Y/N, just for the record” he said as blowed of a few of the candles that were still lit and he picked me up.

“I’m love with you too, Peter” I said laying my head on his shoulder and finally feeling loved.

Maybe I was wrong after all. That was one of the best days of my life.

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A Hemlock Grove Halloween Ch. 4: The Party

 ch 1:  It happened again , Ch. 2 Bromance , Ch. 3: The power within

@loomiz @dragsraksllib @super-pink-a-palouza @skarsgard-lover @skarsgardsslut​ @eliza123sworld​ @goblincxnt​ @taintedglass​ @grandpa-sweaters​​​ @waywardtigersandwich​ @lanaelectraheart2019  

Warnings:  smut, angst, fear, religious taboos,

“You look so hot in that costume.” Roman ran his hands down herr backside. “Are you sure you are up to this party?”

“Since guests have started filling are home, we should probably go through with it.” His princess in a vulgar tight pregnant nun costume laughed.

“I mean it, Princess.” Roman licked his lips as he ogled her sexiness. “If you need to rest tonight that is perfectly fine.”

She glided her hand down his body. “Father, may I confess to you I maybe sinning tonight?” Her hand stopped to cover the bulge in his pants. “And you know my favorite sin is lust.” 

He took a deep heavy breath and let it out with a groan. “I get it. You’re fine. “You’re horny. Confess all your sins my child. Break for me.”  

She pushed him against the bedroom wall. Roman quickly undid his belt and pants. They dropped to the floor with his boxers. He stepped out of them as he turned her to face the wall. He kissed her shoulder. Bit at her hear lobe.

“You bring out such carnal desires in me, Princess.”

“I know.” She smirked.

As they fuck upstairs guests were mingling barely able to hear each other let alone the couple upstairs as the Smashing Pumpkins blared Zero. Food and drinks were being passed out by the extra staff Roman hired. Everyone was wondering when their host and hostess would make their entrance. An hour later Roman and his girl appeared at the top of the stairs. All attention turned to them even the band stopped playing.  

“Good evening guests.” Roman nodded as he descended the stairs with his girl. “Music, party, have some fun.”  

The band starts playing Ava Adore. An older gentleman dressed as a Pimp taps Roman on the shoulder. Roman looks him up and down then huffs. He walks away from the man to dance with Princess.

“It is starting.” Roman glared around the room as he swayed with his girl. “The vulture all wants a piece of me.”

“Isn’t that part of what these parties are for, Roman?” She reminded him softly. “At least this year it is a little more fun.”

“You’re right.”  

Roman kissed her as Corgan sang:

It's you that I adore You'll always be my whore You'll be a mother to my child And a child to my heart We must never be apart We must never be apart

Letha arrived with Peter dressed as a hideous monster. She held him on a leash attached to a collar around his neck. They looked around and took purple cocktails that were being passed out.  

When Roman saw them his eyes bugged out. He rustled over to them. “You got to be fucking kidding me?”

“Evening, Roman.” Letha smiled showing jacked fake teeth. “Nice Halloween party.

“What the fuck is these S & M shit with my cousin, Peter?”  

“Don’t look at me.” He looked to Letha. “It was her idea. She did the make-up and everything. A little outrageous isn’t it?”

Princess rubs Roman’s back. “I think you two have the best costume so far. Is it like a Beauty and the Beast theme?”

“I’m the Queen of Hell and he is my demon lover.” Letha giggled.

“Yeah, I am her willing slave demon lover.” Peter grinned proudly.  

Princess laughed. Roman just shook his head in disgust. Cher walked in with her family from the campfire. They glanced around the room. Everyone stared at them. Mostly because they looked like they could be a medieval gang of vampires with their pale skin wearing dress cloths of that time period.  

“That is more of an outfit than any other woman here.” The man dressed as a criminal’s eyes linger on her chest. “But it makes your tits stand at attention.  Do you want...”

She grabbed his throat. “Where is Roman Godfrey.”

He let out a gurgling choke as he pointed to Roman still talking to Peter and Letha.  She tossed him to the side like a rag doll. Then started walking towards her intended subject.

The guy on the floor murmured hoarsely, “Fucking hot whore.”

A guy dressed as a condemn scurries to Roman’s side putting his hand on Roman’s should. “What do you think of my costume.”

Roman glares at him. “Get off me Dick.  Your costume is to on the nose. It fucking sucks. You’re a fuck cock named Richard dress as a rubber. No fucking imagination. Your fired.”

The guy bursted into tears and left the party.

“Now why did you have to do that to him, Roman.” His girl shook her head.

“He was a complete waste of company money.” Roman smirked. “He was getting fired before he showed up in that costume.”

Cher grabbed Roman’s shoulder spinning him to look at her. “Did you kill Ty.”

“Of course.” Roman smirked. “I told you that was the plan if he went close to my Princess. He attacked her in a store. He is dead.”

“Are you sure?” She darted her eyes around the room like she was watching her back.  

“Yeah, decapitation and burning.” Roman green eyes tried to meet hers.

“And throwing this party is how you take care of Greg too?” She reminded Roman of Ty’s accomplice.  

“Shiiiit!” Roman and Peter said in unison.  

Letha and Princess looked at them. Cher and her group kept looking around the room.  

“You had to have an invite on your phone to get in here tonight.” Roman assured them all. “I only emailed those that work here. Which included you as of last night. There is no way he is getting in here.”

Cher sneered. “Dumbass, he can easily manipulate anyone or just kill someone from your precious White Tower and use their phone to get in tonight.”

Peter slapped the back of Roman’s head. “Why didn’t you realize that?”

“You were there when they told us about both guys.” Roman slapped him back. “Why didn’t you remember this was not over.”

“Both of you stop.” Princess stood between them. “Let’s just keep our eyes peeled for this other guy. The more people here the more protected I will be. I will just stick close to Roman even if I have to go upstairs to pee which I do right now. Really bad.”

“I gotcha, Princess.” He took her hand to head upstairs. “Everyone else keep your eye out for Greg.”

“Who the Hell is Greg.” Letha asked when Roman and Princess had walked away.  

Princess tore up the stair as her bladder seemed about to bust. Roman kept right up going right in with her and locking the door. When she sat it felt like Niagara Fall as she went. Roman stood against the sink with his arms crossed.

“I don’t think you should talk to anyone you don’t know downstairs.” Roman thought out loud. “Even if the person says they are Dave from accounting, but you can’t see their face.”

“Why the fuck would I talk to Dave.” She rolled her eyes. “I know he is great at balancing the books, but he is the most boring human being I have ever met.”

“I agree.” Roman chuckled. “I was just using the name as an example.”

The couples and Cher with her group were on the look out all night. Roman still made some business deals with his girl right by his side. They had the band choose the best costume. They Chose Letha and Peter. There were some grumbled that of course his cousin and best friend won. But those complaints were out of Roman’s ear shot so the people thought.  

Roman did not really give a damn what people thought. They would try to kiss his ass anyway. The guests bid their farewells right as the clock struck midnight. There seemed to be no sign of Greg. Roman thanked The Smashing Pumpkins for playing. He even gave Corgan a bonus before he left.  

“I guess we will take off too.” Peter stood by the door as Letha tugged at the chain. “Unless you want us sticking around?”  

“I for one am glad nothing to crazy happened at your party, Roman.” Letha tugged at her man again. She knew deep down he was loving every moment of being her captive. “You two stay safe.”

Roman watched his friend maybe feeling a little jealous of Letha having that much control over him. “Cher, and her brood are going to patrol all night outside. I will keep us safe in here.”  

The friends all hug saying their final goodbyes. Then Roman and Princess headed upstairs while the help clean up the party quickly. Roman stripped to get in a hot shower while his girl peed before she took her clothes off to join him.

“Maybe he went home to Vegas when Ty was killed.” She suggested as she leaned her head back for Roman to wash her hair.  

Roman’s fingers massaged the shampoo through her hair. “Maybe.” He gentle rinsed it using the handheld shower head. Then he put conditioner in and combed it out. “Do you still have a dagger in your nightstand?”

“Of course.” She felt relaxed and safe with him even in such a vulnerable position.  

“You should put it under your Pillow.” Roman rinsed the cream rinse. He put scented bodywash on a pink puff and began to wash her down.

“Alright.” She mused. “Are you going to put the axe under the bed?”

“Yeah.” Roman said as he rinsed her off. Then he started washing his hair. “Are you warm enough? I don’t really want you to go to our bedroom without me.”

“I’m fine right here with you.” She smiled at him. “Do you want me to wash your back?”

“Sure.” He handed her the yellow puff with his scented wash on it.  

She took a deep sniff of the scent that belong to her man before washing his back. It was musky with a hint of vanilla.  

He snuggled his girl in a giant fluffy towel before wrapping a towel around his waist. “My family cozy enough?” He cooed.

“Yes, Daddy we are warm, safe and cozy.” She giggled.

“Has our little rascal been active tonight?” He gets her nightie slipping it over her head.

“This bundle was quiet, which only means they will probably be up doing a conga dance through the night.” She patted her stomach with a smile as she sat on the bed.

Roman knelt to place a kiss on her tummy. “Okay, little one, Let Mommy get some sleep tonight” A tiny foot appeared as if in protest. Then the other tiny appendage kicked.  

“I think someone is protesting you.” She laughed.  

Roman shook his head standing up. “I am going to get the Axe. You relax.”

“Hell no.” She squealed. “There is no way I am letting you go downstairs alone. You get the axe, and I will check to make sure the door is locked.”

Roman put up his hand in defeat. “All right, we both go.”

They crept downstairs. The place looked neat and tidy. There was only the glow of a  night light illuminating the scene. She quickly checked the door. It was locked. Roman was only a foot away or less getting the Axe from the locked cabinet.  

Someone stepped out of the shadows. Princess gasped rush as much as she could to Roman’s side. The baby was kicking like crazy as she fretted. Roman held the axe up in one hand. His other protectively blocking his girl.  

The shadow stepped into the light. She looked at them. They look at her.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you both.” Their live-in housekeeper walked across the room to the kitchen.

They took a breath. But they laughed as they went up to bed.  

“I guess we are both a bit jumpy.”  

“Yeah.” Princess lowered herself to the bed to try to find a comfortable spot.

Roman laid down putting the axe under the edge of the bed so he could reach it quickly just in case. He swung his arm around her hip. His hand rested on her belly. Her hand over his.  Baby Godfrey settled enough for Princess to doze off to sleep. For a few hours at least.  

Hours later the baby woke her with what felt like a punch to a kidney and a kick to the ribs. “Ugh, Roman.” She took the hand on her side and brought it closer for comfort.”

“Be right there.” Roman yelled from the bathroom.

She shrieked grabbing the dagger. Her attacker had a dagger of his own. As he attempted to slit her open wide, she plunged the dagger in his eye. He rolled off the bed screaming. She sat on the side of the bed as the killer was shocked she was able to fight back. Roman rushed in hearing the commotion.  

The man raised his dagger again trying to stand, blood gushing from his eye. Princess grabbed the axe from under the bed and decapitated the would-be killer. She dropped the weapon breathing heavily.

“Was that Greg?” She looked at Roman who ran to her side.

“Yes, that was him.”  Roman held her. “I guess it’s true. Don’t fuck with a mommy protecting her baby.”

[justcryingxx]

Bryce’s stepsister pt. 3

-part 1 part 2

not my gif ^

summary: you’re Bryce Walker his new stepsister and you get welcomed to the world on liberty high as a junior. 

A/N: i’ll recommend reading my other parts first, if there are any mistakes lmk, english isn’t my first language

words: 1142

warnings: cursing?

I was walking next to Bryce trough the doors of liberty high, I knew he was popular, and I knew my friends were too. Bryce warned me this morning that I’m going to be the subject that students talk about the first few weeks, positive and negative. People can be jealous he said. “let’s make this an amazing junior year” I smiled before I pushed the heavy door in front of me open.

 “are you coming to the game Friday?” Monty asked me leaning against my locker. “well hello to you too, I guess I’ll have to since that’s the first official game for the cheerleaders” I smiled putting my books in my bag. It was the second week of school and upcoming Friday the sports seasons start again, I joined cheer team and we have this ceremony Wednesday and Friday is the first official game. You and monty talked while walking to Spanish.

 It was lunchbreak and Jeff came up to you, “hey Megan, do you know where Monty is?” I looked up from my phone “hey jeff, I have no clue, why would I know” you smiled. “well I figured since you two are always together since begin schoolyear.” He laughed while sitting down next to you, I was about to respond when I heard Jessica and Zach coming up. “Mrs. Robinson sucks! It’s only the second week of school and we have an assignment” she sighed; Zach laughed. “Mrs. Robinson? Oh chemistry right?” you asked while taking a bite of your sandwich.

 At the same time Monty came up to our table and sat down next to me placing his arm around my shoulder, I looked over and smiled “hey Mont” he greeted some of the boys and faced you, “I like that name, shorty” you pouted “stop calling me that” he laughed “you’re cute, can I copy your Spanish?” I snorted and handed him my textbook. Jeff started talking “Monty, coach told me to let you know you need to come by at his office after school, it’s about the captain thing” Mont nodded

 Justin sat down next to Jessica and gave her a kiss on her cheek “Averly, this girl named Hannah or something was looking for you” he said while looking at you. “shit, I promised her to be in the library during lunch break.” I quickly stood up and grabbed my stuff “Cruz, can you keep my Spanish book with you or are you already done” he looked up “since when are we on last names? And yes, I’ll give it back later” I smiled and said goodbye and then walked to the library.

 Hannah and I were assigned to do our history project together, and since I wanted to start the year good we thought it would be smart to finish it as soon as possible, luckily the project wasn’t huge so after lunchbreak we already were halfway. “I have to get to math, but we can finish it after school?” I asked. “uhm yea sure, my house?” Hannah shyly asked. “alright see you then” I flashed her a smile and walked away.

I wasn’t looking and was busy on my phone when I walked into someone. “omg im so sorry-“ I started, I looked up and saw Bryce, he laughed. “can you tell mom that I’m working on a history project so I’m home later?” Bryce nodded, I thanked him and then walked further. I texted monty,

  Mont :)

M = monty

M = megan (you)

 What do you have fifth?

Uhh history

Can you meet me before you need to meet the coach at my locker?

Yea sure, why?

You have my Spanish book dummy

I was hoping you just wanted to see me but okay :/

Aw I feel so bad for you

 You laughed and then walked into math, “hey Zach”

 You where waiting at your locker when you finally saw Monty. “geez what took you so long” i immediately said. “I had to take a piss” he smirked while he handed your Spanish book, “well I didn’t really needed to know that, good luck at the coach” you smiled “yes thanks, it’s about whether I or Jeff gets to be captain upcoming season” he looked nervous, I put my hand on his arm “you got this, but I gtg, history project” I gave him a quick hug and then walked towards my car.

 History project sucked, but I did get to know Hannah better tho. She’s a good girl but she seems afraid of me or something. I tried to be as nice to her as I am to everyone, but she still was shy. When I left, I decided to check if Monty was still at school. I just got there when I saw him walking across the parking lot. “Monty!!” I yelled, he turned around and smiled when he saw me, he jogged towards me and I stepped out of my car.

 “and? How did it go” I asked hoping for the best. He smiled widely “im the captain”. I gave him a hug, I knew how much this meant for him “I’m so proud of you, mont” he smirked “so we’re back on nicknames, shorty” I laughed “just shut up”. he bit his lip “make me”, I looked up “I mean I could try but I’m to short to reach your lips” I smiled, he rolled his eyes “fuck you megan” he put his hands under my ass and lifted me up to kiss me. he put me back down and I started to blush, he started to walk away. When he was in front of his car he yelled this “you’re cute when you’re blushing, goodnight shorty” I smirked and got back in my car.

 When I got home everyone was already eating, “hey guys” I said while putting my bag on the floor. I went and sat next to my mother across from Bryce. “how was history?” mom asked

 “Megan, hurry!!” Bryce yelled from down the stairs. “we’re gonna be late!”, I quickly came down the stairs, I grabbed some fruit and then we both left for school. It was Wednesday and you only have 2 lessons because it’s the ceremony. Everything was explained at cheer practice yesterday, they call a player and the assigned girl goes first, does a short routine and then the player follows. You were assigned with Zach, you didn’t mind since he’s a good friend of you and you guys get along great.

 I was talking in the hallway with Montgomery when his name got called, “I got to go, but I know you’ve got this meg.” He smiled and then walked trough the doors. I heard the speakers “and now Zach Dempsey!” he opened the doors for me, I took a deep breath and then did my routine.

[jungnoir]

could i request “s/he’s beautiful. i hope s/he makes you happy.” with lucas please and thank you!

like the kind of movie we used to hate;

wong yukhei | “he’s [great]. I hope he makes you happy.” ex!au. | 1.7k words. | angst.

a/n: I LOVE g.soul/golden, and he recently released this song which fits this so well. funnily enough, I started writing this before I heard it and I realized how well it worked, so here you go!

Were you satisfied with the martyr Yukhei made of himself for you?

There was a good enough chance the invitation ended up in his mailbox by mistake, or perhaps it was just a ploy to get him to send money in lieu of attending (money which he didn’t really have the heart to be giving out, rough times and all that), but whatever the reason behind the palpable surprise on your face, he was here. Wong Yukhei, the boy you’d fallen in love with before he’d fallen in love with you, not the boy who was still in love with you after you’d fallen out of love with him.

He jokes around with your mutual friends, most of them surprisingly paired up and two-by-two leaving early to be mushy in private, and he grins all toothy when you and your new fiancé stand at the head of the table to thank everyone for coming to the celebration dinner. He swallows down the expensive steak you both were paying for even though he hadn’t had a real appetite since he’d decided he would come, chasing it down with even more expensive red wine. He hoped he was reminding you of the person you almost married.

By the end of the night, he’s completely exhausted himself and knows he needs to go soon, so he announces his departure loudly to the table, earning a chorus of complaints and pleas for him to stay, and then he rounds around to you and your soon-to-be and gives you both quick, friendly hugs. He hugs you first, just to get it out of the way, trying not to nuzzle into your neck like he used to, and then he’s on his way to the men’s room to relieve himself of all that “rich ass grape juice”. That earns another round of laughs fit for a completely inconspicuous exit.

Then he’s leaning over the sink with cold water running off his face in rivets to wake himself up from this ugly dream.

This was so much - way too much - and why was he so stupid as to actually come? Was it his pride, wary of being wounded by the possibility of you taking his absence as submission? Maybe it was his friends who all pressured him to “get the closure he needed”, probably because he might not get an accidental invitation to the wedding. Perhaps it was both, or the unshakeable need to see you in person again.

He saw you online, of course. You both agreed to be friends and so he saw the Insta posts of you and your fiancé cuddling at his place before he muted your account. He also got the obligatory “Happy birthday!” “Merry Christmas!” and “Happy New Year!” texts you copy and pasted to everyone, of which he replied to hours too late under the guise of having been too busy to see when you’d sent it. That was it. He missed being able to look you in the eyes, and yet he barely did any of that tonight.

Someone enters the restroom and he immediately straightens up, grabbing a few paper towels to dab his face dry as he cracks a heartless joke, “Must be more of a lightweight on the good stuff than I thought.” The guy gives him a good-hearted chuckle and goes about his business. Yeah, this isn’t the place to have a fucking breakdown, Yukhei.

Gathering himself together, he tosses his trash and checks himself over once more. The collared shirt he wears feels so stiff on him and he just can’t wait to pull it off on the car ride home, so he pops open a few buttons at the top in hopes it’ll help him breathe a bit better. His eyes are just tinged a little red, but it’ll be fine. He can take the back exit out.

Just as Yukhei is leaving the restroom, he is startled to see someone in his way. He immediately apologizes for the close collision, not thinking anything of it with his gaze set on the exit. 

“Yukhei?” 

Oh god, he hates how quickly he looks back at you.

You’re standing there, hands wringing each other as you smile up at him albeit half-heartedly, “Sorry, you were about to leave. I won’t keep you.”

The stupid part of him that misses hearing your voice is what keeps him standing there, shaking his head and smiling gently at you. He shoves his hands into his pants lackadaisically, shrugging, “I’m not in too much of a hurry. Called an Uber. I’d just be waiting outside in the cold until then.” He’d ordered one twenty minutes before he’d even worked up the courage to say his goodbyes. 

Your eyes widen a little and you nod, “Oh! You know, we were just about to leave. I’m sure we could drop you off at home. There’s no need to waste the money.” 

Riding in the back of your fiancé’s sedan? He’d rather choke. “Nah, it’s ok. I’m… I’m actually headed somewhere else, so I wouldn’t wanna trouble you.”

“A party?” You inquire. You’re still wringing your hands.

“A friend’s place, actually.” He lazily smirks and hopes that you don’t ask who so he won’t have to make the lie any more intricate. 

There’s a slight dimming in your eyes when he says that. It’s so potent, the look on you that says you’re aching to ask, but you think better of it because you clamp your lips together in a tight-lipped smile. Tonight might be too much, but you weren’t looking to make it any more than it already was. “Ah. Got you. I hope you get there safely, then. Make sure you check the license plate before you get in and let m- your friend know who you’re riding with. It’s dangerous.”

How familiar a worry this was for you. He recalled a time when you were telling him to do such a thing with you. Apparently, you did too. 

“’course. I’ll be good. You two get home safely too, okay? Don’t get handsy behind the wheel.” Yukhei hopes that his joke is both the right amount of detached and friendly as he can muster right now. He’s got just enough energy to keep this up for a few more minutes.

You look a little scandalized, but humor him with a laugh, “Yeah, you know how I get on a few drinks.”

Rolling his lips inward to wet them, Yukhei gives you a nod and a hum, turning his body toward the exit. He just hopes that your fiancé won’t come over to collect you, put his hands on your waist, whisper in your ear and bask in the triumphant glow of being the one who you decided to marry. He doesn’t have that much energy.

You must become aware that he’s becoming disinterested in the subject matter, because you quickly start talking again, “Hey, um, I hope tonight was alright… I didn’t want to leave you out of this, you know? You… I love you, you know? I wanted you to be here, and I’d like you to be at the wedding too, but I don’t want… I think I made you uncomfortable.”

Oh, you thought that much? Perhaps you weren’t as heartless as he’d initially thought that day he’d received the invitation. 

Truthfully, there was a lot he could say right now. He was sure most of it you’d hate to hear but would feel so good coming off his chest. He was also sure most of it would get him kicked out for causing a scene, to which… well, as his patience wanes, he isn’t sure he’ll give much of a shit about. Most of it was for his phone, tucked away in notes that no one would ever read and that he’d hopefully be able to delete one day. 

It’s just… this one bit that slips out anyway. “I was surprised… but I’m glad you wanted me here. I… um,” a pained laugh escapes him, “I think you got a good thing going here, sweetness. He’s great. I hope he makes you happy. I promise I’m good. Missed seeing you is all.” His eyes are burning again, fuck. He really needs to get out of here.

“Oh, okay,” you whisper, having the gall to look conflicted over it for a moment, “yeah, I missed seeing you too. Seeing you and our friends tonight again reminded me of old times. I just realized how much I missed that, and how much I want it back. I’d like for us all to do something like this again sometime, maybe without… my fiancé.” Laughing, you shrug your shoulders. At the same time, the same guy from before walks out of the men’s room, nearly bumping into you. Yukhei’s hand leaves his pocket in hopes of pulling you out of the way, perhaps to him, but the man catches himself in time. 

“Oops, sorry.” The guy laughs towards you and then, finally noticing Yukhei there probably looking a right disaster, raises his brows and quickly excuses himself. 

To his great relief, Yukhei’s phone beeps in his pocket and he quickly fishes it out, practically crying at the sight of the arrival notification. He looks up at you and gives you a quick smile, “Yeah! How about you text me about it later? I’d love to catch up more. My ride’s here though, so I gotta go.”

Sighing, you nod, “For sure! See you later, Yukhei! Be safe.”

He mutters something of a response to that as he quickly pushes his way out of the exit, waving over his shoulder and jogging his way to the front where his ride awaits. With everything sorted, he climbs in the back and breathes the biggest sigh of relief of the night when the car pulls off. He’s even more relieved that his driver isn’t talkative, playing a low indie song over the speakers that thankfully drowns out his attempts at concealing his sniffling. If his driver can hear, he doesn’t mention it.

But it’s just the first night. If you weren’t pulling his leg, there’d be plenty more, and with each one, seeing you would get easier. Post-breakup friendships suck, but it’ll come with time. You’ve moved on already, he’ll follow along soon enough. Eventually, he’d stop hating everything. This was just the first night.

[petersasteria]

The Four Men In My Life AU - 8

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Pairing: Tom x Reader, Harry x Reader, Sam x Reader, Haz x Reader

Summary: Y/N has a shit love life. Mainly because of the four men in her life.

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"So, how're you settling in your apartment?"  Y/N's mother asks her, trying to get a peek of her daughter's dorm through the screen of Y/N's phone.

"I'm settling just fine here, mum. It's not fully decorated yet and I haven't finished unpacking. I'll send you pictures when I'm done with everything." Y/N smiles at her mum. She got a scholarship at a university miles away from home and it's her first year.

"Okay, well I have to go. Stay safe there. I love you and good luck!" Y/M/N smiles. Y/N smiles back and thanks her and tells her mum that she loves her and misses her. She hangs up and looks around with a sigh. "Alright Y/N. Let's get to work!" Y/N tells herself.

After hours of unpacking and tidying up, Y/N decided that she should probably get something to eat. It's already 3 o'clock in the afternoon after all and she totally missed lunch. She grabs her coat, phone, wallet, and keys before heading out.

Her apartment is just outside the campus. She didn't want to stay in a dorm and she wanted a place for herself for the first time. It wasn't ideal to be sharing it with anyone. Her apartment was just the right size. It was a studio apartment and it was a fresh start.

After her high school graduation, she didn't want her past to haunt her anymore so, upon receiving a scholarship at a prestigious university away from home (and away from her dream university), she decided that it'd be nice to have a new environment. She decided then and there that it'd be a fresh start.

She spoke too soon, though.

She entered a small diner and she couldn't believe her eyes. It was Harrison Osterfield sitting in one of the booths.

She never really spoke to him except for that time when he totally destroyed her in front Tom. But now he was here, in the flesh.

He must've noticed someone staring at him so he looked up from the menu only to see Y/N not that far from him. He gives her a small smile before looking back at the menu.

Y/N pinched herself to check if she was dreaming, but she wasn't. Finally deciding to move from where she's standing, she approaches Harrison. "Harrison."

Harrison looks up from the menu and sees Y/N standing in front of him. "Y/N." he nods. "Would you like to take a seat?"

She didn't expect politeness from Harrison after he said all that shit to her face from years ago. Then again, they were in high school back then. They're in university now which means they're both adults now.

"Earth to Y/N." Harrison chuckles. "Do you want to sit?"

Y/N snaps out of it and nods before taking a seat in front of him. Harrison hands her the menu which Y/N gratefully takes. When both of them were ready to order, Harrison calls the waitress and tells her their orders.

"Your order will be ready fifteen to twenty minutes. Have a good day!" the waitress says before leaving.

The two awkwardly sit in silence and Y/N decides to break it. "So, uh, what're you here for? Like, what's your course?"

"Oh, um, medicine. I want to be a pediatrician." Harrison replies. "And you?"

"Theater. Broadway is the goal." Y/N smiles causing Harrison to smile too.

"That's amazing." Harrison says. "I didn't want to admit it back then, but you really did have an amazing voice. It doesn't surprise me that you want to pursue a career in Broadway."

"Thank you." Y/N smiles. "So, are we expecting three more boys?"

Harrison shakes his head, "It's just me who's attending university here. I'm staying in an apartment outside the campus."

"Same here."

Soon, their orders came as they catch up with each other.

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It's been months since they caught up with each other and they've grown close with each other. They realized that what happened in the past didn't matter anymore. They were adults. They're good friends now. However, Y/N is slowly falling Harrison.

No one could blame her. Harrison was a catch. But she was still hurting from what happened with Sam and she didn't want to be hurt again.

"You're making a mistake again, Y/N/N." Y/F/N sighs through the phone. Y/N called her friend for advice after telling Y/F/N that she's starting to fall for Harrison.

"But maybe he's not like them." Y/N suggests.

"Don't be naive. If he's friends with those people, then he can do the same thing to you." Y/F/N explains. "Save yourself."

"But maybe he's different." Y/N says in a soft voice. "We're in college now. Maybe he changed. Besides, he didn't do anything wrong to me before."

"Um, sis aren't you forgetting what happened with Tom??" Y/F/N shrieks.

"Yeah, but that's it. Nothing else followed after that." Y/N tells her. It was a fact, though. Harrison never really bothered her. "He might be the one." Y/N adds.

"Okay, I'll cut you off right there, bitch." Y/F/N hisses. "The right person will come at the right time and I guarantee you that it isn't any of those four boys. So do yourself a favor and stop seeing Harrison. Like, with all the dignity you have left, cut ties with that group. Please."

Silence.

"I have to go and study now. I have finals tomorrow. I'll see you this weekend, okay?" Y/F/N says.

Y/N smiles, "Of course! Good luck! Bye." She hangs up the phone and sighs. She's starting to really like Harrison and something inside her brain is thinking that he might like her back. But something else tells her to not tell Harrison about her growing feelings for him.

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So Harrison did like her back when she finally had the guts to tell him how she felt.

Not in the way she likes him, but he likes her as a friend. He didn't have the heart to reject such a sweet girl, so he figured he'd give her a chance. He asked her to be his girlfriend after three dates and she was so happy. They've been dating for nearly three years now and Harrison felt so fake, but he didn't want to lose the friendship he had with Y/N if he rejected her years ago. They were really getting along. Like, genuinely.

"You're fucked, mate." Sam laughs. His laugh echoing through Harrison's apartment. Harrison is currently on video call with Sam, Harry, and Tom.

"She's really really nice. I know it's too late, but I can now see why Tom liked her... in the beginning of their relationship at least." Harrison admits.

"Oh you mean the first few weeks of them being together, got it." Harry chuckles. "So, what'll you do?"

"I'll just tell her, I guess. Oh god, I don't even know." Harrison groans.

"You don't want to lose her, do you?" Tom asks his best mate, only starting to speak now. Sam claps, "Finally! I thought you lost your voice, Tom." Tom glares at his brother through the screen before turning his attention back to Harrison, "So answer me, Haz."

"No, I don't want to lose her. I'd really like to be friends with her." Harrison sighs.

"You'll lose her either way, mate. You'll lose her if you tell her. But if you keep it to yourself, she'll find out at some point and you'll lose her. You can't win here, mate. It's unfair enough that your love for her as a boyfriend isn't real, but letting that drag on for nearly three fucking years? That's messed up." Tom says.

"Well, thanks for coming to Tom's TED Talk." Harry pipes up.

"Shut up, Harry." a voice says. Sam and Harry didn't know who it was, but Tom and Harrison knew. Tom takes a deep breath and stares at his hands, "Hey Y/N. It's Tom."

Y/N stayed where you were standing as you and Harrison just stare at each other. "Hi Thomas."

"Oh, uh, I just remembered that I have to go to my part time job now. I have to go. Bye guys!" Sam quickly says before leaving the call and disconnecting.

"I have to, uh, study for my quiz tomorrow for my major subject. Bye!" Harry says frantically, disconnecting the call.

It's just Tom and Harrison now.

"Haz, mate, just tell her." Tom says in a hushed voice. "It's time." Harrison broke eye contact with Y/N to look at Tom. Harrison sighs and nods.

"Okay, I'll go now. Call me later. I have nothing to do anyway." Tom tells him. "Oh and Y/N, we should catch up sometime. I miss you; really, I do."

Harrison would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly jealous of Tom for having a good relationship with Y/N even after their break up that he caused.

"Sure. I still have the same number. Feel free to call me anytime." Y/N says, her gaze not leaving Harrison.

"Okay, that's great!" Tom smiles to himself. He looks at Harrison one more time before saying goodbye and disconnecting. Harrison turned off his laptop and prepared himself to look at Y/N.

"How- How long were you standing there?" Harrison asks. "I didn't hear you come in." he chuckles lightly.

"I've been here since Tom's, as what Harry said, TED Talk." Y/N said, crossing her arms. "I was going to clap, but I wanted my presence to be a surprise. Happy to say that I got the reaction I wanted."

Harrison sighs, "I'm really sorry."

"When were you planning on telling me? Or did you plan on telling me at all?" Y/N asks, anger in her voice.

"Of course I planned on telling you!"

"Then when did you plan on telling me, huh?!" tears were now streaming freely down Y/N's cheeks. "When we're engaged? When we're married? When he have kids? When?"

Harrison's guilt rises when he realizes that Y/N wanted him to be with her in the future. But it's obvious that Harrison didn't want the same thing.

"I would've accepted a rejection. It's better than this situation right now." she cries. She turns to leave but stops in her tracks. She looked at him one last time and says, "You know what sucks? I really thought I'd have this bright future with you. You're just like the three of them."

Then she left.

Harrison Osterfield was the man who dated Y/N Y/L/N because he felt pity on her having to like him even though he didn't feel the same.

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