#and people have told me it’s not that big a deal and really not my fault

[lucy90712]

CAN U DO A JELOUS KENAN

I smoothed down my dress in the mirror and double check to make sure there was no lipstick on my teeth. I've already checked about a million times but I have to look perfect, tonight I'm going to an award ceremony with Kenan for the first time which is a big deal. We've been together for two years now but we prefer to not be always be seen together in public so our relationship stays pretty private but tonight that changes. Kenan invited me as soon as he found out he was nominated for the golden boy web award but told me I didn't have to go if I didn't want to but I agreed straight away. We may like to have privacy in our relationship but that doesn't mean I don't want to go and support him no matter how much I know I'll hate it and how much anxiety it causes me I will be there. 

"You look beautiful love" Kenan said walking in from the bathroom where he was doing his hair 

"Thank you you look very handsome too" I said 

"No one will be looking at me when you look so amazing in that dress" Kenan half joked 

"You're the one who's nominated I'd hope someone looked at you" I said 

"Well I'll definitely be looking at only you" he flirted 

"Stop being such a flirt" I said 

"No can do not when my girlfriend always looks so hot" he smiled 

All I could do was shake my head but he still wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed behind my ear. He kept kissing me all over my face anywhere but my lips as I wouldn't let him ruin my lipstick that I spent so long perfecting. Eventually we had to stop as our car was downstairs ready to take us to the venue. Kenan held my hand as we walked out the hotel to we were staying in despite the ceremony being in Turin to the car. The driver went to open the door for us but Kenan stopped him and opened the door for me instead. The whole drive he kept me distracted as I think he could tell that the nerves were really starting to kick in even if I tried not to show it. As soon as we arrived Kenan helped me out of the car and stood in front of me so I could sort my dress out before we were in front of people and cameras.

We walked down the red carpet together and straight away there was cameras flashing blinding me but I had Kenan guiding me to stop me walking into someone or something. We were made to stop and pose properly for pictures which really made me feel uncomfortable as I've never been great in front of a camera but luckily I'm not really the one they are looking at which makes it a little better. Soon they wanted interviews from Kenan which I took as my chance to get out of the spotlight and inside the venue where hopefully there will be less eyes on me. 

Just as I got settled in my seat out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walking towards me but I knew it wasn't Kenan. I was right it was some random guy who I didn't know and honestly don't care to know but I think I'm going to have to talk to anyway. 

"Hi I'm Tom" the guy introduced himself 

"Hey I'm y/n" I replied trying to be polite 

"It's a lovely venue right" he said making small talk 

"Yeah lovely" I said awkwardly 

"I'll leave you be but I'll catch you later" he said 

Once the guy has left Kenan came and sat next to me but he said nothing so he must not have seen me have the most awkward interaction of my life. The ceremony started not long after and I forgot about Tom as I watched all the awards be presented. Then it got to the award that Kenan was nominated for and instinctively I grabbed hold of his hand to calm his nerves or mine I'm not really sure which. Then they announced Kenan's name as the winner and to say I was shocked was an understatement. I wanted Kenan to win and I believed in him don't get me wrong but there was so many amazing players nominated I wasn't sure that Kenan would win. Watching him walk up there to accept the award made me so proud to be his girlfriend and have been here to watch him as he's grown as a player. There are so many amazing young players around at the moment that sometimes I feel like Kenan doesn't get enough recognition but now hopefully he'll get the recognition he deserves. 

His little speech made me a little emotional but I held it together until he came back to his seat and I had to give him a quick kiss to stop myself from letting a few tears escape my eyes. As the rest of the ceremony went on Kenan showed me his award which was so cool it's going to look great on his shelf with the other trophies he's won. I don't think I paid much attention to the rest of the ceremony as I was just thinking about how proud I am of Kenan. 

After the ceremony there was an after party organised for everyone who attended which originally we hadn't planned to go to but I told Kenan we had to go seeing as he won it would be rude not to. What I didn't anticipate was that everyone would want to speak to Kenan so he was very quickly taken away from me as he was moved around groups of people wanting to congratulate him. It didn't really bother me I found somewhere to sit on my own and no one really noticed me which was fine by me as I prefer to not talk to loads of new people all at once. At some point I got a drink given to me but I didn't touch it as I have classes in the morning so I don't want to be hungover at all. Just when I thought I could relax until Kenan was released back to me the guy from earlier decided to sit next to me. He had clearly been drinking so I moved away from him slightly feeling a bit uncomfortable by his presence. 

"Hey pretty girl I'm glad to see you're still here" he said leaning towards me again 

"Aren't you going to talk to me?" He asked when I didn't respond 

"I just want to get to know you tell me about yourself" he added 

"There's not much to say" I replied wanting to end the conversation 

"I can't believe a beautiful girl like you at an event like this doesn't have much going on in her life" he said 

"Well it's true I'm just a student I'm here with my boyfriend" I said 

"I don't see a boyfriend" he teased 

"Well he's here he's just talking to some people" I said 

"Leaving me free to talk to you" he said 

He continued to try and flirt with me while I didn't respond which only seemed to make things worse as his arm then slid round my waist so he could try and get my attention. 

Kenan's POV

Going to this after party was an awful idea from the second we entered the door I've had people pull me into different conversations meaning I've left y/n on her own the whole time. I've tried to escape a few times but every time someone else wants to talk to me so instead I've just been checking on y/n from a distance. For most of the night she's been sat at a table by herself with a drink she hasn't touched until some guy went and sat next to her. From what I could tell she didn't really want to talk to him so she moved away but then my view was blocked so I just had to trust that she'd be able to stand up for herself. 

After what felt like forever the people blocking my view got out the way allowing me to see that the guy was still sat next to y/n. She looked just as disinterested as before but she was talking to him so I just made sure to keep watching out for her. Then he leaned in closer which immediately made me mad but I let it slide until his hand went round her waist. That was too much for me no one gets to put their hand on my girlfriend especially not under my watch. There's nothing I hate more than watching people flirt with my girlfriend which happens far more than it should but I never like to show how much it annoys me as I don't want y/n to think I'm jealous as I don't trust her. I can keep my mouth shut watching a waiter or classmate flirt with y/n but having another guy hold her waist is beyond where I draw the line I don't care if I look jealous or crazy I can't just watch this happen. I excused myself from the conversation I was involved in and made a beeline straight for y/n. 

I tried to look calm as I slid in next to her and took the guys hand off her waist so I could replace it with mine. Y/n looked at me with pure relief in her eyes which told me I'd made the right decision to come over. The guy looked at me like he was about to say something until he seemed to realise who I was and he shut his mouth. He still looked mad that I'd taken the girl he was flirting with but I don't care one bit he can hate me if I want I'm not letting him try and steal my girlfriend. 

"Dude don't try and steal her I was here first" the guy slurred clearly drunk 

"I think you should leave my girlfriend alone" I said as calmly as I could manage 

"She's not your girlfriend she didn't mention you" he said 

"I told you I had a boyfriend" y/n said 

"She told you she had a boyfriend and you still tried to get with her dude just leave us alone or I'll ask security to kick you out" I said getting mad 

The guy rolled his eyes but he got up and walked away anyway. He looked back a few times so I took the liberty of kissing y/n while he was watching and right in front of everyone else so that no one else tries anything. I thought she'd be a bit embarrassed kissing me in public as she's not one for pda but she happily kissed me back. When we pulled away she had a smile on her face but I could see in her eyes that she was thinking about something. 

“What’s on your mind?” I asked 

“Its just I liked seeing you jealous I appreciate that you don’t get jealous over little things but it’s nice watching you get all protective over me” she admitted suddenly getting a bit shy 

“I will always be protective of you I’m never going to let another guy touch you like that but I wasn’t jealous” I said 

“You were jealous I can tell by the look in your eyes it’s the same look you have when waiters flirt with me but it’s ok I’ll always be yours you’ve got nothing to worry about” she said 

“Good because I’m never letting you go” I said 

We’d both had enough of the after party by this point so we just left without saying goodbye to anyone and went back to our hotel so I can show her how much I love her and why I’m better than any other guy. 

[traincat]

So @softgrungeprophet just posted about John Jameson/Peter Parker, a thing I have nothing for, but it did remind me that I had a Spideytorch WIP where Jonah tries to set John and Peter up and so Peter comes up with the brilliant idea of fake dating Johnny to get out of it, only for John and Johnny to start dating, a thing which will obviously not drive Peter mad with jealousy. Ft my not remotely in order writing practices.

Anyway I don't know when I'll finish it so have a thousand words of people making bad decisions.

--

It was a regular Friday afternoon and Johnny, free of all social and superhero responsibilities, was just trying to relax and maybe catch up on a week’s worth of reality television when a full-grown man hit the side of the Baxter Building going eighty miles an hour.

“Did I scare you? Sorry,” Peter said, not sounding very sorry at all, as he climbed gracefully through the window.

“Of course you scared me! Not everyone has a built in magic spider danger sense!” Johnny said. He looked down at the carpet and the new red footprints there and made a face. “No, it’s fine, track what had better be paint all over my apartment.”

“Thanks, Torchy,” Peter said, as if Johnny had been in any way sincere. “Don’t worry, Reed’s little robot friends will steam clean that right out. Listen, I’ve got a favor to ask you.”

With friends like these, who needed Doctor Doom.

(blah blah blah)

“I just need you to pretend to be in a relationship with me,” Peter said. “For one, two months, tops. Or however long Jonah has left on this earth. Either or.”

(blah blah blah)

“Look, here’s the deal,” Peter said, rolling his eyes, “and don’t ask how this happened, but I accidentally told JJJ I’m bisexual and –”

“Wait, you did what?” Johnny cut him off. His voice was dangerously high even to his own ears. “You’re what?”

“I just told you it was an accident,” Peter said, still in that tone like it was no big deal and he accidentally came out to major newspaper publishers every other week. For all Johnny knew, maybe he did. For all Johnny knew maybe he put on a rainbow spider-suit and shouted it from the top of the Empire State Building every single Friday Johnny had ever been off-planet.

“How do you accidentally tell your former boss you’re bisexual?” Johnny demanded. Then, his own voice somehow rising even shriller, he added, “You haven’t told me you’re bisexual!”

Peter shot him a look that said that he was pretty sure he just had. As if Johnny wasn’t sitting right in front of him, currently losing his mind.

“The bad news, apparently John Jameson came out to his dad a few months ago,” Peter said.

“That’s the bad news,” Johnny said, his voice both flat and scathing in a way no acting coach he’d ever had would believe he was capable of. “Really.”

“Well, good for John, I guess,” Peter allowed, making a face like he wasn’t quite about all of that. Johnny was going to smother him by the end of this conversation, probably. “But bad for me. Because now Jonah wants to set us up.”

There was a strange static-y sound ringing in Johnny’s ears, like someone had scrambled all his frequencies.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Could you rewind? Maybe to the beginning of this conversation?”

“You’re not listening to me, Johnny,” Peter said. “Jonah basically implied that John and I should get married. The other day I caught him looking at brochures for catering halls out on Long Island. And look, John’s a great guy, but –”

“Great,” Johnny said, his face in his hands. “Fantastic. I’ll send you two a fantasti-toaster.”

“But he’s not my type at all,” Peter said. He reached over and closed his fingers around Johnny’s wrist, tugging his hand effortlessly away from his face and leaving Johnny no choice but to look up into that big brown imploring eyes. “Now, She-Hulk, on the other hand…”

A strangled noise of rage tore itself from Johnny’s throat.

(Peter asks Johnny to be his fake boyfriend to some Bugle event)

--

(Bugle event, Jonah awkwardly talks to Johnny and says something mildly homophobic in an incredibly well meaning way.)

“That’s very… something of you, Mr. Jameson,” Johnny said.

“My daughter Mattie bought me a book,” Jameson admitted.

(blah blah Peter runs off and John and Johnny talk on a balcony)

“You know, that’s the thing about Parker,” John Jameson said, his voice light and casual. “Every time I’ve ever seen him he’s had some beautiful model hanging off his arm.”

Johnny snorted, thinking of the Black Cat, and Mary Jane, and even Carlie Cooper with her whole hot librarian vibe. Dorrie Evans, the prettiest girl in Johnny’s high school, talking Johnny’s ear off on a half dozen of their dates about how Peter Parker was so smart and how he was interested in politics and an inch taller than Johnny and probably much more in touch with his feelings. Yeah, right.

“Tell me about it,” he said. “They should ban him from fashion week for the models’ own good.”

They probably already had. Johnny would have to ask.

“No, I meant…” John trailed off. He smiled ruefully, shaking his head. “Never mind.”

“I’m sorry,” Johnny said, realizing he’d cut John off. “What were you saying?”

“I was complimenting you,” John said, his eyes twinkling. “What I said about Parker and beautiful models – I meant you.”

“Oh,” Johnny said, floored. He felt strangely like blushing, but that was silly. Johnny was a famous space explorer. It was hardly the first time a handsome astronaut had called him beautiful.

It was, perhaps, the first time it had happened to him on earth. And the first time it had happened outside of a hostage situation. And the first time Ben hadn’t been there to threaten to beat the astronaut up.

“You are here with Peter Parker, aren’t you?” John asked. “As his date, I mean.”

“Allegedly,” Johnny said. He’d meant it to come out under his breath, but it didn’t, and he suspected his eyeroll wasn’t quite as internal as he’d intended either. John laughed, but not unkindly.

“He does have a habit of disappearing, doesn’t he?” John said lightly. “I get it, though, as the son of a newsman. The number of dinners my father actually made it to the main course without rushing off to take a call or chase a story...” He trailed off, sighing ruefully, the corners of his mouth quirked up. “That must be why they get along so well.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Johnny asked, feeling emboldened, maybe, by the way John was looking at him, by the fact that he had called him beautiful.

He definitely wasn’t feeling spiteful over the fact that he was supposed to be here with Peter and Peter had, of course, ditched him, caught up in fifteen other different things, just like always. Things that were more important than Johnny. Things that Johnny could have helped with, maybe, if Peter had asked.

Or maybe things Johnny couldn’t have helped with. After all there were plenty of reasons he might have found Peter’s shirt abandoned in the corner of the men’s room. Things that might have everything to do with, say, the Black Cat instead of Doctor Octopus. 

“Of course,” John said. His hand landed next to Johnny’s on the balcony railing. “You can tell me anything.”

(Johnny admits Peter only brought him as his date to get Jonah to quit it.)

“My father does have that way about him,” John said ruefully. “He’s trying to be very supportive. My foster sister bought him a book. He said he’s thinking about starting a podcast.”

“Elderly Bugle subscribers, watch out,” Johnny said before he could stop himself. Luckily for him, John laughed.

[John kisses Johnny at some fancy event]

--

So now Johnny was a homewrecker. Either of his fake relationship, or of Peter’s future Daily Bugle society page wedding to John Jameson, certified American hero. He wasn’t sure which was worse.

--

Johnny stared at Jonah. Jonah stared at Johnny.

John tucked into his steak like he wasn’t sitting in the middle of the world’s most awkward dinner. Johnny guessed he must have had experience getting through dinners with J Jonah Jameson, but he could have taken a little pity on Johnny, a novice.

(And then somewhere in here Peter would have gone insane.)

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄⁸

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. “C’mon Y/N, you just graduated last week, we gotta celebrate!”

I was sitting at my work bench, ordering new parts for my car, when he appeared beside me, a wide smile on his face. I glanced up at him, my expression neutral, and gave a small shrug.

��It’s not really a big deal, Matt,” I muttered, turning my attention back to the computer screen.

Six months had passed since the incident in my condo with Chris, and it felt like a lifetime ago. It was no longer December. It was now June. The memories and the hurt were still fresh in my mind, and they had changed me in ways I was struggling to deal with.

I’d grown colder, more distant, just wanting to be away from everyone. And yet, every time I thought of him, I couldn’t help but hate him.

I knew through Matt that he was still the same old Chris, hooking up with a different girl every week, and it only fueled my anger.

It was like he’d actually listened to me that night when I told him to leave, and I hated him for it. I hated how carefree he seemed, how he seemed to move on without a second thought while I suffered in silence. And yet, despite all the anger and hurt, there was a part of me that still longed for him, the part that yearned for the man who had comforted me and listened to my story.

I tried to push these thoughts away, to focus on my work and my own life, but the memories always crept back in, and I felt more lost and alone than ever.

I hated how easy it was for him to just move on so quickly, moving on to the next girl like it was nothing, like I meant nothing to him.

If he really wanted to change as much as he claimed, he would’ve stayed that night, would’ve fought for me when I pushed him away. He knew I was scared, and if he truly wanted to prove he was willing to change for me, he would’ve stayed and shown me. But he didn’t, and that hurt the most.

Matt's voice broke through my thoughts, his tone teasing. “Hello? Earth to Y/N.”

I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts and looking up at him. His face reminded me of Chris, and I couldn’t help the pang of hurt and anger that came with it. But as I looked at him, I was reminded once again that they were very different people.

“Sorry, just lost in thought,” I muttered, forcing a casual tone.

Matt gave me a firm look, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re celebrating, and I don’t care if you say no. You’ve stayed in this house for way too long.”

I could see the determination in his eyes, and I knew there was no arguing with him. He didn’t know what had happened between Chris and me, nor did he know why I’d moved houses. But he was concerned about me, and he wasn’t going to let me shut myself away any longer.

I tried to protest, my voice weak. “Matt, please...”

But he cut me off before I could say anything else, his tone firm. “Nope, you’re leaving the house tonight”

I knew there was no use arguing with him, he had made up his mind, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

I sighed in resignation, realizing that I had lost this battle. I closed my laptop and pushed back from the workbench, standing up and facing Matt.

“Fine, fine,” I said, my voice tinged with annoyance. “Where would we go?”

Matt gave me a smug grin, clearly pleased that he'd gotten his way. “The club,” he said casually. “I can get us into the VIP section.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing that a night at the club with Matt was going to be more than I bargained for. But I didn't have a choice, so I just nodded reluctantly.

Matt's tone was nonchalant as he spoke, a sly smile on his face. “I’ll invite a few people,” he said, “so it won’t just be us up there. Today we celebrate you.”

I nodded again, secretly hoping that “a few people” didn’t include Chris. The thought of seeing him after six months filled me with a mixture of dread and anger.

Matt pulled out his phone, quickly typing out a few messages. He looked up at me as he spoke, his tone still nonchalant.

“I’ll be back for you later tonight,” he said. “I’ll be your designated driver for the night, so you don’t have to worry about anything.” I nodded again, knowing that I was in for a long night, for better or for worse.

Matt walked to his car and drove away, leaving me alone in my house. I sighed, knowing that there was no way out of this celebration.

I got up from my workbench and walked inside the house, closing the garage door behind me. I headed upstairs, knowing I had to get ready for the night ahead.

It was a warm night, and I wore a fitted, black bodycon dress that hugged my curves. The dress had a slit up the side, revealing a hint of skin, and the back of the dress dipped low, showing off my bare back. I paired the dress with a pair of strappy heels and a small clutch.

My hair hung loose around my shoulders, styled in soft, beachy waves, and my makeup was subtle but flawless, accentuating my features.

As I waited, I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious in my outfit. It wasn’t something I typically wore, but since we were going to the club, I had to dress the part.

I heard the sound of a car approaching, and I looked up to see Matt’s car pulling up in front of my house. He got out of the car and walked up to the passenger side, opening the door for me.

I stepped towards the car, my heels clicking against the pavement. As I approached, Matt’s eyes widened, taking in my outfit. “Damn,” he muttered, a grin spreading across his face. “You look good enough to eat.”

I was taken aback by Matt’s comment, blushing slightly at his forwardness. I playfully slapped his shoulder in response, half-jokingly scolding him.

“Matt!” I exclaimed, my tone scolding but my tone laced with amusement. “You can’t just say things like that!”

Matt just chuckled in response, clearly not ashamed of his comment. “What? I’m just stating a fact,” he said, his tone unapologetic as he held the car door open for me.

“Besides,” he continued, his grin widening, “you deserve a compliment. You look great.”

I shook my head, a small smile on my face despite myself. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, still blushing slightly as I got into the car.

I settled into the passenger seat, my dress riding up a bit as I sat down, revealing more of my legs. I self-consciously pulled it down, hoping Matt hadn’t noticed.

“Careful there,” Matt said, his tone teasing as he closed the car door and walked around to the driver’s side. “Don’t want to flash anyone before we even get to the club.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing he’d noticed. “Shut up,” I said, a hint of a smile on my lips.

Matt chuckled in response, the sound filling the car. “You know you like it,” he said as he pulled away from the curb, his tone still teasing.

I just rolled my eyes again, feigning annoyance, but deep down, I knew he was right. There was a part of me that enjoyed the harmless banter and flirting, even though I tried to deny it.

The car ride was mostly silent, aside from the music playing softly in the background. I watched as the city lights streaked by, my mind wandering to thoughts of what the night ahead might hold.

Matt seemed relaxed, his arm draped over the steering wheel as he drove us to the club. Every now and then, he’d glance over at me, his gaze lingering on my outfit for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. I pretended not to notice, but I couldn’t deny the small thrill that ran through me at his attention.

After a few minutes, the car pulled up outside the club. The building was lit up in neon lights, the bass from the music inside already loud enough to feel the vibrations in the car. People were lined up outside, waiting to get in, and they all seemed full of energy.

Matt opened the car door for me, offering his hand, and I took it, allowing him to guide me out of the car. We made our way up to the club entrance, and as we approached the bouncer, he recognized Matt and immediately moved out of the way without a second glance.

As we ascended the stairs to the VIP section, we heard a chorus of voices call out to us. “Congratulations!” they said, their voices filled with excitement.

We reached the top of the stairs, and I was greeted by a group of people, all of them smiling and offering their congratulations. I saw a few familiar faces, people who I knew through Matt, but most of them were strangers to me.

Matt led me to an open area, his hand gently resting on the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd. As we found a spot to sit, he sat down and pulled me close to him, keeping his arm around my waist as if to keep me close.

I leaned a little closer to Matt, lowering my voice so only he could hear me. “This was too much,” I muttered, a slight pout on my lips. “We could’ve spent it at my house, eating food and watching movies.”

Matt gave me a sidelong glance, a small smirk on his lips. “You needed to get out of that house,” he said, his tone firm.

“Besides,” he continued, “watching movies gets boring after a while. And when was the last time you really had a night out like this?”

I couldn’t deny that Matt had a point. I had been holed up in my house for far too long, drowning in my own thoughts and insecurities. Maybe a night out, surrounded by people and music, was just what I needed to clear my head.

Matt squeezed my shoulder before standing up. “I’ll go get us drinks,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile. “You stay right here, alright? Don't go anywhere.”

I nodded silently, watching as he disappeared into the crowd. I leaned back in my seat, my thoughts already beginning to wander. I tried to focus on the music, the laughter, the sound of people having a good time, but my mind kept drifting back to the one person I hoped wouldn't be here tonight.

Please, please don’t let him be here, I silently pleaded to no one in particular.

As I sat there, waiting for Matt to return, I scanned the room. My eyes moved over strangers, laughing and talking, but then I spotted him. Across the room, sitting on a couch, was Chris. He was sprawled out on the couch, a girl in his lap, laughing and talking to the people around him. The red lights cast a glow over his face, his expression unreadable from this distance.

My heart clenched at the sight of him. Of course he was here, and of course he was with a girl in his lap. What else did I expect?

I quickly averted my gaze, trying to push the sight out of my mind. But the image was burned into my memory, a cruel reminder of how easy it was for him to move on.

Matt returned a few moments later, carrying two drinks. He sat down beside me, handing me one of the glasses. I took it silently, my eyes still trained on the ground.

“Hey,” he said, his tone a little more serious as he noticed my expression. “You okay?”

I forced a smile, trying to push the sight of Chris out of my mind. “I’m fine,” I responded, my voice a little quieter than usual. I took a sip of my drink, feeling its warmth as it cascaded down my throat. “Let’s get this party started.”

The night wore on and I found myself on the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of bodies. I was lost in the music, letting the rhythm take over and push all my thoughts away.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Matt sitting at our table, watching me dance. I motioned for him to join me, beckoning him with a wave of my hand.

Matt chuckled at my insistent motion, shaking his head slightly. He seemed amused by my enthusiasm, but he stayed put, watching me from his seat.

The music changed to a more seductive beat and I let the rhythm take over, my body moving in time with the beat. My hips swayed and my arms moved in smooth, fluid motions as I lost myself in the music.

Matt's eyes followed me, watching as I moved. I could feel his gaze on me, and his reaction was exactly what I wanted—I wanted him to see me, to want me, to look at me the way he was looking at me now.

I continued to dance, my movements becoming more sensual with each beat. I could see the effect it was having on Matt as his eyes darkened with desire. He leaned back in his seat, one arm draped casually over the back of the couch, watching me intently.

The music continued to pulse as I twirled and twisted, my movements growing bolder with each passing moment. I could feel the attention of others on me, but my focus was solely on Matt’s gaze. The way he was looking at me sent a thrill down my spine, making me feel more alive than I had in months.

My body swayed and moved with the music as I walked towards Matt. My hips moved with the rhythm, my steps light and seductive.

As I reached him, I straddled him, sitting down in his lap. I leaned in, my breath hot against his ear, and whispered, “Dance with me.”

Matt smirked at my suggestion, his arm wrapping possessively around my waist. “I don’t dance, sweetheart,” he said quietly, his voice low and smooth. “But I’m more than happy to watch you.”

I pouted, a playful expression on my face as I tried to convince him. “Please,” I pleaded, my voice soft. “Just one dance.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at his nape. “Come on,” I teased, my lips close to his ear. “You can't just sit there and watch all night.”

Matt chuckled at my persistence, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. “Nice try,” he said, his tone both amused and firm. “But I told you, I don’t dance.”

I pouted again, but I wasn’t about to give up that easily. I started moving in his lap, my hips grinding against him. I could feel his body tensing beneath me as I danced, my movements slow and deliberate.

I continued to dance, swaying my hips in slow, deliberate motions. As I got up and turned around, Matt wrapped his arms around my stomach, his chest pressed against my back.

I reached up, weaving my fingers into his hair, and brought his head closer to my neck. His lips brushed against my skin as we moved together, his breath hot against my collarbone. I leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder, my body still moving in time with the rhythm.

The distance between us was almost non-existent as our bodies molded together, our movements synchronized and intimate. I could feel his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and his hands tightened around my stomach as he pulled me closer.

My hands moved through Matt’s hair, pulling him closer to me as I continued to dance in his lap. But my eyes strayed for a moment, across the room, and my heart skipped a beat. There, sitting on a couch, was Chris. He was watching us, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

As I caught sight of Chris watching us, a strange feeling of satisfaction washed over me. If he could move on so easily, why shouldn’t I? And being with his brother wasn’t the most conventional way to move on, but suddenly, I didn’t care what he had to say about it.

With that thought, I closed my eyes, leaning my head back and giving Matt access to my neck. I felt his lips on my skin, warm and gentle, sending a shiver down my spine.

The drinks had definitely taken their toll, loosening my inhibitions and freeing the thoughts I’d been trying to push away. And as Matt continued to press his lips against my neck, I found that I didn’t mind this happening. In fact, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t always had a little thing for Matt.

Matt’s hands were roaming my body now, his touch leaving trails of heat wherever they went. His lips traveled from my neck to my collarbone, his tongue tasting the skin there. I could feel the heat and desire radiating off of him like a furnace, and the tension between us was almost palpable.

His hand moved down to the hem of my dress, his fingers gripping it gently to keep it in place. He knew exactly what he was doing, his touch making me shiver with anticipation. But his grip was firm, keeping the dress from accidentally sliding up and revealing too much while I continued to dance on him.

I spun around, straddling his lap and facing him. My hands moved up his chest, then around his shoulders, coming to rest around his neck. Our eyes locked, his gaze burning into me as I began to slowly grind against him, my hips moving with the music as he still held onto the hem of my dress, preventing it from creeping up.

I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at Matt, admiring the reaction he was having to me grinding on him. His grip on my dress tightened, his knuckles almost turning white, and his jaw was tense as he tried to maintain control. His breaths were coming out in short gasps, and his eyes were dark with desire, watching my every move.

It was intoxicating, the power I had over him in this moment. I could see the way he was fighting to remain cool and collected, trying to hold back, but there was no mistaking the effect I was having on him. His body was taut, his breaths ragged, and he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

The music slowed, the beat now a sultry throb, and I pressed my body against his, my lips brushing against his ear. “I want to go home,” I whispered, my voice a mere breath against his skin. I added a soft whimper, letting my need for him seep into my tone.

Matt’s body tensed further as I spoke, my words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He let out a ragged breath, his hands tightening around my waist, as if he were holding onto me for dear life. His eyes darkened even more, the desire in them intensifying as he heard the need in my voice.

My words seemed to have ignited something in Matt, his body taut and his breath ragged. He leaned closer, his mouth by my ear, and in a low, gravelly voice asked, “Are you sure?”

I nodded, my eyes locking with Matt’s for a moment, then I got off his lap. He stood up quickly, grabbing my hand firmly in his. We made our way toward the exit, the cool night air hitting us like a splash of cold water as we stepped outside.

As we exited the club, I felt a brief chill run up my spine, the sensation of eyes watching me. I quickly shook it off, my focus solely on Matt beside me. Little did we know, Chris had been watching us the entire time.

Matt led me to his car, his grip on my hand firm yet gentle. He opened the passenger door for me, gesturing for me to get in. I slid into the seat, the leather cool against my skin. Matt got in after me, closing the door behind him, and started the engine.

The car hummed to life, the only noise in the enclosed space being the purring of the engine. The silence between us was heavy, the tension so thick you could almost touch it. I stole a glance at Matt, his profile silhouetted by the dim light of the streetlamps outside, and the sight made my heart skip a beat.

Matt drove with one hand, the other arm resting casually on the center console. His side profile was outlined in the dim light, the sharp angles of his jaw and the slope of his nose creating a contrast that was both rugged and handsome. It was mesmerizing, the way he looked, and something about his casual confidence just made me yearn for him even more.

My hand moved instinctively, reaching for Matt's free hand. I placed his palm on my exposed thigh, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. Matt took a quick glance at what I was doing, his eyes flickering briefly downwards before returning to the road, his hand tensing slightly against my leg.

I could feel Matt’s hand on my thigh, his fingers tracing small circles against my skin. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he was holding back, waiting for me to give him some kind of signal, some kind of sign that I was sure about this. I looked over at him, the streetlights flickering across his face, and saw the tension in the way he gripped the steering wheel, the way he was restraining his own desires.

I took his hand, my fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it a little higher up my thigh. The movement was small but deliberate, an invitation that I knew he would understand. I could feel his breath hitch, the sound barely audible over the hum of the engine.

In response to my silent invitation, Matt’s hand began to move, his fingers gently massaging the inner part of my thigh. His touch was warm and firm, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the feel of my skin beneath his palm. I couldn’t help but shiver slightly, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight through me.

I let out a small, nearly inaudible moan as Matt’s hand continued to massage my thigh, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. My back arched off the seat slightly, my head lolling back as I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of his touch against my skin. It was maddening, this slow, torturous build-up, and I suddenly understood why he’d been holding back earlier.

I was so lost in the sensations, the feel of his hand on me, the sound of his breath, the warmth of his presence next to me, that I didn’t even realize that we were already parked in his driveway. The car engine cut off, bringing me back to reality, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently, his gaze hot and dark.

Matt got out of the car, quickly shutting the door behind him. He walked around the vehicle and opened my door, reaching out his hand to help me out. I took his hand, the contact sending another jolt of electricity through me, and stepped out of the car. He closed the door behind me and gently tugged on my hand, leading me toward the house. We walked in silence, hand in hand, the air between us crackling with tension.

As we stepped into his house, closing the door behind us, I couldn't help but wonder how I’d ended up here, in Matt’s house, with him, like this. But I wasn’t about to question my own actions, not when I was so wrapped up in the moment. I knew exactly what we both wanted, and I was more than ready to continue this.

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[littlewitchtales]

just realised this is my TWELFTH year of having tourette’s/tics.

my hot takes (truths):

people think tics are fine until they’re annoying

doctors do NOT know enough, and there needs to be more research but no one will fund it

doctors SHOULD NEVER give an estimated time of ‘growing out’ of tics, being told as a 7 y/o CHILD that i would grow out of them at age 13, was the worst thing when i woke up on my 13th birthday with nothing changed

tics can get worse? i think it’s commonly suggested that tics ease with age, mine have developed and not stopped

complex tics and dangerous , self-injuring tics are never spoken about!!

teachers need to be more educated, both in and out of classrooms (i once had a teacher say quote “do you have the swearing kind? i’ve always wanted a friend with that!” and another say “i don’t understand why you let it define you, is it really that big of a deal to you?”) like bffr we are kids who are not in control of SIMPLE BODY MOVEMENTS

why is it so commonly faked? i would not wish this on my worst enemy 😭 and also why is it generally so misunderstood how frustrating the feeling of being out of control of such basic things our brain should not fuck uppp, tell me why i have to punch myself in the face huh? and you wanna fake it ?? get outtt

and finally, never, ever ask or willingly receive help from CAMHS for tics. nothing worse could have been offered to a 7 year old me

thanks for coming to my ted talk (rant)

[confusionism]

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.” It’s an overused line for a reason, although the analyses of Aiden’s coaching style often likens him more to a wasp. Meticulous and territorial, although his current approach to his personal life is far sweeter than one might expect. For example, he mirrors the nose scrunch and declares, “No chia seeds. That shit’s nasty.” Plus, they’re a bitch to clean out of the teeth. “I’d rather choke on stale weetabix. But anyway— you won’t get stronger if you hate what you’re eating.” Half of performance is mentality.

The harshness of his chips away at the mention of Winnie the Pooh. He flashes a small smile and breathes out amusement. “I heard it was for St. Christopher, but yeah. That too. The homeboy from the Hundred Acre Woods.” Who’s to say that his mother didn’t have a fondness for that story? But all of this is stuff to unpack later; he’s done with all the literal belongings before him, and the dimming lights above Anna have him starting the snoozing countdown.

“I’ll come get you next time.” It’s his own way of saying: I miss you, I’m sorry I can’t be there for you. Maybe he can somewhat compromise with, “I’ll call again before I leave.” Even if it’s for five seconds, while he’s getting dragged downstairs— or maybe he can leave a voicemail. Anything when the person on the other side means everything.

“Rest up.” Delivered with an expression holding the wish that he were there to give her a little ‘good nap’ kiss. He’s reassuring both of them when he adds, “—My turn to bring my A-game.”

The next few hours proceed in a blur.

Running across the street to procure the goods is no problem, but nothing really prepares him for the sheer amount of glam that storms through the door. Yeah, it’s only three people, but it’s a couple of complete strangers (and one Petra) entering private domain. It all begins with a two messages.

[10:41 AM]: I forgot to say thank you again before we hung up. Sorry. Thank you.

[10:43 AM]: The team is getting ready. They told me to wear something that opens up front like a robe so I borrowed the really big one that you got on accident. It fits fine but the rhinestones are a lot. Hah

(Later, a photo comes in from Petra, featuring today’s subject in the hot seat at the very start of the process, quietly intimidated by the array of styling tools and makeup spread in front of him, and wearing the silky robe — and the bedazzled letters of Anna’s name — well.)

In most cases, Aiden would proceed strongly, like a stone wall or a rolling boulder, but in the interest of doing this correctly, he… Waits. Allows himself to learn. To be pampered, if the meticulous transformation of the kitchen’s island into the center of an at-home studio is any indication. Seriously. By midway through the second hour, his nails have never looked shinier, and he’s got to ask what that special aftershave is, because he wouldn’t mind a new addition to his regular regimen. The only struggle comes later. While Alex works out the necessary suit alterations with the other guy:

[03:54 PM]: I’m not saying sweet potato but you’ll never believe this shit

[03:55 PM]: Petra tried to tan me. TAN. ME. She used that sparkly brown stuff and it made NO difference

[03:55 PM]: Five min break. I think that broke her brain. I’m embarrassed for her. I’m using a wipe cause I don’t want to cover my freckles. What do u think? Fresh face is in right?

Finally… Finally, after experiencing a level of scrutiny that he could have never anticipated or imagined, Aiden is ready. Dressed to the elevens, if he does say so himself, and it’s apparent in the way he stands before the large, living room mirror. The final touch involves picking out a pair of cufflinks. Maybe something that matches his earrings? He doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, but he better not say that part aloud. He’s already gotten an earful about proper etiquette for buttoning and unbuttoning his coat when standing up versus sitting down.

Say what you will about looking good. It’s fucking hard. Better consult the expert.

[07:32 PM]: Finishing touches. Want to help?

"I'm sweet as honey, but if someone gets in my way... I sting." It sounds more aggressive than it should. But Anna's are alight with something driven and competitive. A side often hidden behind all her good nature and sweetness. In the same way Aiden's soft underbelly is a shown to a privileged few. So, too, is Anna's cutting ambition and honesty. Except... Well, he'd see it anyway. Aiden sees her so clearly, it would be startling if it didn't make the hairs in the back of her neck raise with a tremble.

"Just none of that cocoa chia pudding crap." The go-to of many a model dietitian, quoted to be comparable to chocolate mousse. Anna crinkles her nose, the texture alone haunts her still. Luckily, "Though I'm lucky. Your old bachelor pad--" Because he's a bachelor no longer, right? Not with hand towels with daisies and lavender candles, it's not. "Wasn't some exercise in weird, fit bro health foods." Sure there's protein powders and granola bars. But at least there wasn't an entire freeze of chicken breast and brocolli.

She pushes her recliner back, steady against her seat as it transforms into a lay flat bed. Maybe she could ask the attendant to get the sheets, too, but frankly Anna's never been fussed about it. Once the lights go off, she will too. "Christopher." She tests out, and she wonders why she never found it in his file. "Like from Winnie the Pooh?" Anna doesn't know, of course, but if it's not in his file, then it has to mean something. And anyway, "Whatever the name, I'm crazy about the guy behind it." Simple as that, really.

"I know, babe. I promise." She says, not impatiently. But with a sigh that shows she hears him, loud and clear. It's in her nature to do anything for him, just like it's in his to never ask for anything. The combination of the two works in their favor this time. "But," she lifts her head. "It won't stop me from trying to do things for you, if I think it's good for you--" Case and point, her team ready to descend upon his London flat with one swoop.

"Two hours. Just enough time to clean your flat." It's a joke, obviously. AIden's place couldn't be any cleaner. Nary a sullied white glove, should an inspector look for any evidence. "Hmm..." She's not thinking about his request. Rather... "Sweet potato." She decides. "Yeah. That can be our safe word. Text me that, and I'll call Petra up. Tell her to back down." She trusts her team, of course. But just in case. "I'll be home at 1? Maybe midnight?" Or, if the captain's latest statement is to go by, just in time to see the end of the party. But she doesn't dangle the carrot. Instead;

"And I'll be here anyway I can." Outstretched on the chair, close to snoozing. But alert enough to see him enter the flat, and smile. A resounding thought in her head; I love talking to you, I love thinking about you... Shaking away the tigthening of her heart, she sighs. "I can't wait to see you all gussied up. You're going to look amazing." Not better, because it's impossible. But amazing in a different way.

[le-agent-egg]

sorry i keep talking about canada as of recent but actually. fuck danielle smith. i genuinely can’t believe i have to live in the province with her as the premier.

[weezerlvr228]

they look half dead ☹️

[anarchne]

i wish i could remove the word “adopt” from kept peoples’ vernacular lol

[the-casbah-way]

not to beat a dead horse but jesus christ can you just leave people alone in public bathrooms i just want to fucking piss girl i'm so tired of feeling anxious and trying to avoid using public bathrooms because of how fucking weird cis people are about it. i tried to go into the bathroom at work today (i have worked here for years) and this woman who has worked here for two weeks and doesn't know me laughed and tried to like. steer me in the direction of the men's toilet instead and was like "wrong way!" are you fucking kidding me fuck off

[thegreatimpersonator]

i’m not trying to be a dick at all but, do you think you and anons might be judging some artists a little harshly? not speaking on palestine isnt great, but not everyone has entire control of their image. and some of the things you brought up seem insensitive at worst.

anyway i really don’t want to defend these rich people, and i don’t even care about anyone you brought up. i’m just saying, everyone makes mistakes. in this age where everyone’s flaws are broadcasted on the internet, i feel like it helps to remember these are just people. many of whom are young and live in a bubble & get paid to maintain a certain image. no one is truly unproblematic, they just know how to keep their mouth shut or have a great publicist.

omfg i genuinely didn’t say anything. i was asked YESTERDAY who was an unproblematic artist and i guess im an idiot for assuming it was an innocent question. i didn’t say certain artists that people wanted me to say. now for the past 24 hours ive been asked every 5 minutes what’s something problematic random artists did. I never said i was judging them or saying they should be called out or should be sent to the courts like i am simply answering why certain artists would be considered problematic because everyone is problematic to an extent. Can yall please stop just stop this fuck.

[finalset]

why has the topic of the month been my transness or whatever. I have been thinking about my place here a lot lately, how that effects my relationships etc and I’ve been coming to good conclusions but then my family lately feels like they need to give me their opinion how I should conduct myself and feel about certain things instead of just listening to me when I decide to talk about it. and it’s not even a cis people problem particularly bc my best friend is the only person in my life that really understands where I come from. I just wish I had more of that I guess, especially nearby. I made my room a peaceful place for myself but I don’t feel seen and like a part of my family when it comes to things like this. and being told over and over in conversation “I will never understand what you’re going through” really is not a comforting statement to hear even though it was intended that way.

[twinksintrees]

my brain hurts

[malikson]

what’s up gang i have a job interview today and i’m nervous so i can’t sleep hahahaha

[tenok]

.

[aleximustd13]

Quitting my job. As a treat

[jentlemahae]

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