#his nickname is blondie but is he even blonde? debateable

[pierogipie]

It is always missing anders hours over here. Always. Forever.

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

[forthehpfanboys]

A Good Look On You

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You and Pansy have been friends since- since forever! Draco was fine with it until Pansy found out his little secret and decided to flirt with her close friend, leading arguing and kissing. 

Warnings: arguing, Swearing.

Notes: Requested! Italicized text is a flash back. noting this just in case. Also, loved this idea!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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Draco was one more cheeky giggle and unreserved shoulder hit from snapping his quill and throwing his thick textbook across the table. He, somehow, managed to sneer harder when his best girl buddy’s eyes glanced at him from across the table, flashing him a wink without even turning her head away from the laughing man next to her. He knew she was doing this on purpose. It was beyond clear. If the conversation the night pier hadn’t happened, he would know from the wink and it was infuriating. The night before replayed in his head again, like it had been since he sat down with his small group of friends.

“Pipe down!” Draco spat out, his hand shooting away from his side to cover Pansy’s mouth, a glare making itself known in the dim lighting of the Slytherin common room. “He might hear you! Then we’ll have a bigger problem on our hands than a small crush.” The blonde knew no matter how hard he tried, she’d never believe his fondness for you was something small. She rolled her eyes before smacking his hand away.

“Oh, please, Draco! Small crush? Really? You were actually drooling over him after he saved your arse during the quidditch game!” She yelled while jabbing a finger into his chest, effectively drawing the attention of the few people resting after the game. This caused Blaise to speak up from his spoke on the couch.

“Yeah, mate. You were sporting your own kind of wood, weren’t you?”

“I will hex you into next week, Zabini. Shut it.” Draco spat at the male, debating on whether suffocating his friend with a pillow was worth the consequences.

“Ok, Draco, listen. He’s already your friend. If you don’t move this to first, hell, even second base, I’ll do it for you.” Pansy spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest and popping a hip out like his mother. 

“Pansy, please. Just drop it.” Draco covered his eyes. The seeker was far too tired for this conversation. He just wanted to lay down in his bed, maybe shower. He was all sweaty- he hated the stupid heat. 

“Fine then. You’ve left me no choice.” With that, the young women stormed off to the girls dorms with a harsh slam of the door behind her. 

The blonde wanted to throw up. He didn’t have the stomach to see his best friend flirting oh so clearly with his puppy love crush who didn’t even seem to notice. You had an arm wrapped around the back of her chair, only leading her closer to her side. He blinked a few times when you glanced over to him, his lungs shutting down from the impact of your gaze alone. He quickly glanced back down at his book, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip in a silent prayer that you didn’t catch him glaring at Pansy. 

“Draco? Are you ok?” You asked with your stupidly precious worried grin and gleaming perfect eyes. “Was it Potter that ruined your mood? Did he do something again?” Your grin grew wider, when Pansy broke out in a soft fit of giggles. 

“I’m fine.” He grumbled out, flipping the page of a book he wasn’t even reading. Was he being dramatic? Of course he was! He’s a Malfoy- he had a reputation to uphold. He dipped his quill in the inkwell like he was seriously going to answer the homework questions laid out across his parchment, but he hasn’t written a thing in the past hour. 

“You don’t seem ok. You know you can tell me anything.” You removed your arm from the back of Pansy’s chair and leaned forward leaned forward in your seat, an unamused expression across your face. The blonde didn’t know it, but you had a rough idea of why he was acting like a big baby. It was pretty obvious. “I thought we were best friends!”

“Drop it, (L/n). I don’t want to talk about it, so leave it be.” He closed his book harder than he wanted too and dropped the quill into the inkwell. Draco never meant to take his anger out on you, but the words tumbled from his mouth before he could change his mind. “And we aren’t best friends. You’ve made that more than clear today.” Draco spat out. He stood up, ignoring the look of pain that set across your face and left the library, not looking back or taking his stuff with him. 

You watched his form weave through the students inside the library, a sigh leaving your lips when he slammed the door shut behind him. Your head fell into your hands as Pansy rubbed your back. 

“He’ll come back. Moron left his stuff behind like the brilliant wizard he is.” Pansy spoke up, her hand now drawing stars on your tense shoulders. She tried to cast you a smile when you looked up, but you just gazed at the blondes abandoned books.

“I’ll just take ‘em up to the dorms.” You stood up, sliding the books across the table. Pilling his stuff on top of yours, you carried the heavy load out of the library and carefully making your way down to the dungeons. When you walked in, your eyes immediately landed on the pacing blonde, who noticed you from the corner of his eye.

“What are you doing with my stuff?” Draco sneered, storming over and ripping the books from your grip. “Trying to steal my notes? Trying to cheat?” He took a few steps away from you before scrunching up his nose in a way that would’ve been absolutely adorable if he wasn’t being a huge jerk. “My father will hear about this.” He spoke while backing up before turning swiftly on his heels and heading up the stairs, but didn’t get far. He whipped around when you slammed your books on the common room floor. 

“What in Merlin’s name crawled up your arse, Draco? I only came in here to drop your stupid books off, not steal them you prat!” You shook your head in disbelief. “Now I have no idea why you’ve suddenly turned cold towards me, but my Gods! Is our friendship seriously worth nothing to you? Am I worth nothing to you?” You watched him climb down the stairs and throw his books onto the couch before making his way to you. 

“I’m so glad you get the pict-”

“Finish that sentence, Draco, and I’ll hex you!” Pansy interrupted, slamming the door shut behind her. “Just tell him already!”

“There’s nothing to tell your boyfriend!” Draco turned to her, but pointed an accusing finger at you. His nose scrunched up as he slowly turned his head back to you. “You’re just as bad as Pot-”

“Draco, I am NOT dating (Y/n)! He’s been my best friend since we were both in cribs, you bloody imbecile!” Pansy spoke up, almost stepping between the two of you. “Can you seriously not tell that all of that was just to get you to tell him! You’ve been awful for the past two hours, cut it out!”

“I just said there’s nothing to say!” The blonde crossed his arms over his chest. At this point, steam was practically blowing out of his ears similar to the Hogwarts Express. “Nothing, Pansy. Not a damn thing.” he turned on his heel to, once again, storm off, but Pansy’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. He tried to shrug it off, but it stayed firm.

“Draco, I just want to see you happy.” Her voice was softer now.

“If you did, you wouldn’t have been flirting with him!” He pushed the hand away, heading toward the stairs to hide away again. At this point, everything clicked in your head. Your legs moved while your brain rushed over the facts that became clear. “Hey! Don’t touch me!” He called out when you grabbed the hood of his robe and used it as leverage to pull him back into your chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping him against you as he fought and yelled and kicked. He was about to throw a swing over his shoulder when you nuzzled your nose into the space right behind his ear and spoke the words you’d wanted to say for a few years now. 

“I fancy you too, Malfoy.” Your grip tightened as you planted a quick kiss against the back of his ear. Your eyes fell closed, expecting more screaming, maybe a few hexes thrown at you, but the Slytherin seeker in your arms didn’t move.

“I.. You do?” His voice was soft and you could feel the heat radiating off his red cheeks and ears. “But- Pan-”

“She’s just a friend,” You nodded against his hair, “Besides, I’m into blokes.” You glanced over his shoulder, straining your neck to try to see his face. He turned toward you, his piercing blue eyes staring into your (e/c) ones. You casted him a small smile, your chin resting against his shoulder. 

“You do?”

“Yes, clueless. And I happen to fancy you back. Really wish you’d said something sooner, Blondie.” You smiled wider and took the opportunity to plant a soft kiss to his nose before he turned around in your arms. He rested his hands on your own shoulders, yours stayed around his waist, while his eyes looked back into yours.

“I thought we killed that bloody awful nickname years ago.”

“Well now it’s back to stay as punishment for being an angry ferret.” You laughed, your fingers drawing small circles on his lower back. You smirked as his face turned even redder than before. 

“Stop it. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.”

“So, you’ve imagined this?” Your voice wasn’t meant to sound teasing, just curious, but it came out wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed as you nibbled on the inside of your cheek. “That came out wro-”

“No, I'd say that was perfect.” Draco grumbled, shaking his head. He hid his head beneath your chin. “But for your information, I have and this pales in comparison to my imagination.” He raised his head when you broke out in a fit of giggles. “What?”

“You would daydream about us being together? That’s so cute!” Your smile was filled with sweetness. You smiled wider when he began to stumble over protests, objecting to such a childish idea. “It’s ok! I did too.” You rolled your eyes, gently tapping his back with each finger, basically counting the list as you went. “Night time snuggles together, teasing nerdy Ravenclaws together, stealing your shirts.” The list went on and on.  

Draco stared into your shimmering eyes, his tongue swiping over his lips quickly as he processed everything. You felt the same way as him, why was he still playing the “I’m straight as a broomstick” routine? He wanted nothing more than to do everything on your daydream list and he wanted to catch up on lost time.

“Stop talking.” He whispered, his lips coming close to yours. He stopped just before they connected. “Do you really fancy me or are you playing with my feelings?” His eyes fluttered closed, showing off his lashes against his cheeks beautifully. 

“Of course I do! You know I would never do that to you!” You were actually offended he thought you would do something like that. “I can’t believe you’d actually th-”

“Can I kiss you?”

“-ink I’d so something so brash and- Wait, what?” Now, he got to see you blush. Well, he would’ve, if his eyes were open. His loss.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked again, a sly grin across his face. Ok, maybe he had seen your strawberry colored cheeks. Hearing him utter those words had your heart thumping in your chest.

“Please do.” 

When his lips crashed against yours, it didn’t feel like fireworks. No, it felt much more perfect and special than that. Like coming up for oxygen after viewing the most perfect of coral reefs. Like going to space and seeing the stars, rotating planets and twisting galaxies all for the first time. It was wordlessly perfect. When he pulled away from you, you spoke the first words that came to your head. 

“Jealousy is such a good look for you.” You said it in a way that almost sounded like your head stopped functioning, almost dumb-like if that makes sense. Draco let out a soft chuckle and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Well, since your mine now, you won’t be seeing it again.”

“I highly doubt that.” You whispered against his lips before kissing him again. You did see it again, and again, and again, but it never bothered you.

[snarkwrites]

14.12, all I want for Christmas is you, tim speedle

Title: all i want for christmas is you

Theme: songs/music.. i swear to god, this relates to it.

Fandom / Character(s):CSI Miami / Tim Speedle x OFC, ‘blondie’ is the nickname.

Warnings: Uhhh... Fluff to the max?

Word Count: uhh.. 1k-ish?, roughly.

NOTE: I think I tried 3 times to make this work. Then it finally did. This wasn’t even remotely close to the original idea I had for it? But like.. It’s cute and I’m happy, although I apologize if it feels rushed. This is meant to be a one shot type thing, but.. Doesn’t mean I didn’t catch the ‘must write more for CSI’ bug whilst writing it, so we shall see. This is my second story for bae @champbucks​ 12 Days Of Christmas challenge, fyi. I made the graphics thing so do NOT steal it / repost... Do ya’ll know how damn HARD it is to find good ‘beachy christmas’ blue themed christmas photos? because if you didn’t, take me at my word... Anyway. Enough rambling. Enjoy, hopefully?

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9:00 PM [ Blondie ] Hey, Tim?

9:15 PM [ Blondie ] How would you feel about spending Christmas with me? Well, me spending Christmas with you… because I’m kind of standing in Miami International…

I sent the texts and took a few seconds to stop and pull myself together. To locate some kind of map or information center for the airport while I collected myself because if I were being totally honest with myself, this was a spur of the moment decision brought on by a recent wave of nostalgia and longing. I hadn’t actually… Stopped to consider that Tim might be involved with someone or have plans already. Or any of the thousand other possibilities that chose just that exact moment to actually occur to me.

Taking a few shaky breaths, I tried to shove all these sudden doubts and worries out of my head. If I found out he was happy and with someone else, I’d simply shelve what I came all this way to actually tell him at last. I’d just catch up with my best friend and spend a few days away from the freezing cold of New York.

With an exit strategy in place, I felt better. A little more confident. I spotted a kiosk that had a map of the airport in it’s entirety and I wandered over, locating where I was and where I needed to go and as I did that, my stomach fluttered a little. I was nervous and excited, all in the same time. This was.. Huge for me.

And sadly, this was something I should’ve done before he left New York a few years ago, I just hadn’t been able to bring myself to do it then. I knew Tim too well. If he felt the same, he never would’ve gotten away. He’d have stayed. Kept working hours he didn’t like, in a field he didn’t care for. Or he’d have wound up shelving his own dream entirely and simply done as his father suggested and taken over the family business.

I couldn’t let it happen.

As I wandered down to baggage claim, I walked myself through my half-formed plan. And I glanced at my phone every few seconds. By the time I was standing in the back of a long line at baggage claim, tapping my foot and staring at the baggage carousel impatiently for my bags, I’d sort of started to convince myself that what I was about to do was a dumb idea. And that I shouldn’t have come all this way without making contact first.

And lastly, that Tim Speedle wasn’t going to text me back.

So when my cell phone went off in my hand, I jumped a little and nearly dropped it on the tile flooring. I half expected the text to be from my own mother, the driving force behind my spontaneous decision, but to my surprise, it wasn’t.

XXX

“Hey, Speed?”

Tim Speed looked up from the evidence he’d been looking over for the better part of two hours now. Eric nodded to the desk, where Tim’s phone sat, screen lit up. “You got a text, man.” Eric stepped into the room as he said it, grabbing the phone off the desk, intending to take it over to the part of the lab Tim was standing in.

His eyes caught on the name and he wiggled his brows at his best friend in teasing. “Who’s Blondie, Speed?’

Tim’s head snapped up and he hurried over, practically snatching the phone from Eric’s hand as he answered with a shrug, “A friend from home. I wonder why she’s textin now? We haven’t talked in a long time, it’s been years..” Tim trailed off, unlocking his phone, brown eyes darting over the texts as a soft smirk played at his mouth, tugging the corners upward. 

Eric leaned against the wall, arms folded over his chest. “Friends don’t make you smile like a goofball. Start talkin, Speed.”

Tim shrugged and explained the whole thing, adding at the end, “That one time we were talking about missed chances and regrets.. That’s her.”

“The blonde from that picture on your fridge? Damn.” Eric let out a low whistle. “Still say I don’t see why you didn’t just come clean and tell her how you really felt before you left town.”

“I tried, Delko. Everybody’s not smooth like you.”

“Literally all you had to do, Speed, was open your damn mouth. It’s bullshit, you just copped out.” Eric shrugged and smirked at Tim as he said it, especially when he saw that his words had actually gotten a rise out of his best friend. He eyed the phone in Tim’s hand and nodded to it. “Well? You answerin?”

“Hell yeah, when you remove your nosy ass from my lab, Delko.”

“Damn grouch. Hey, Tim?. Don’t think. Just act. Do somethin about this, yeah? You should’ve a long time ago. You’re getting a chance here, man.. take it.” Eric advised before finally leaving the lab, chuckling to himself as he went.

Tim shut the door behind his friend and laughed, leaning himself against the closed door as he spent the next five and a half minutes trying to figure out exactly how the hell to respond.

His heart was racing. One, he’d never thought she’d come to Miami and he found himself wondering why she had now. Two, just seeing her name show up on his phone bought it all rushing back. With more urgency.

10:30 PM [ Speed ] You’re in Miami.. Right now?

10:35 PM [ Speed ] I’m on my way. I just came by the lab to look over some stuff. Stay at the airport, okay? I’ll pick you up. We’ll grab some food or something.

He debated heavily on sending a third text, telling her he missed her, among other things, but he put it off. After all, he didn’t even know if she was here alone… Or why she was here to begin with.

,, but she’s here man. That really should be all that matters. Especially when you were just thinking about her, not even two days ago.” he thought to himself as he slipped on the oversized leather jacket he’d discarded upon entering the lab earlier. After shutting off the lights and locking the door behind him, he hurried out to the parking garage to where he’d parked the Ducati hours before. And the entire time, he couldn’t stop the happy smirk that came.

Nothing mattered but getting to her. Seeing her again.

XXX

My cell phone went off again. By this point, I’d had enough time to wrap my head around Tim being on his way to pick me up. Seeing him again after all this time. I was just coming back up the escalator to the waiting area to find a seat. I stopped a few feet away from the escalator and dug around, finding my phone.

11:00 PM [ Speed ] I think I see you.

11:03 PM [ Speed ] Turn around.

I was just finishing the last text as All I Want For Christmas Is You began to play over the speakers throughout the airport terminal and I felt his hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face him.

And seeing him again after all this time, something in me just snapped. As opposed to a friendly hug hello, I was climbing into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Those calloused hands settled on my lower back, squeezing as he chuckled. My fingers carded through his hair and the wrapping around the roses in his hands crinkled. The roses settled on the floor and when my body rubbed against his, a quiet groan escaped in the slim margin of space that remained between our mouths for the moment. “Missed you so damn much.” we both mumbled the words at the same time as his mouth connected with mine, his lips latching onto my lower lip, nipping at it. My tongue slipped past his lips and his fingertips dug into my lower back as he chuckled into the kiss.

The current Christmas song playing, the crowd as it rushed past, everything pretty much fell away as the kiss deepened and one of his hands left it’s resting place against my lower back to tangle in my hair. Neither one of us wanted the kiss to break. Honestly, I think I may have been in a little shock that I’d just… Reacted to seeing him like that, without a seconds thought or hesitation. But the kiss had to break so that we could catch our breaths and when it did, I climbed out of his arms, dragging the back of my hand over kiss swollen lips as Tim bent, retrieving the fallen bouquet of roses off of the tiled floor. “I,uhh..” he held them out and I gave a soft laugh, raising to tiptoe and clutching at the front of his leather jacket as I pressed my lips against his. “They’re beautiful… Any reason?” I questioned, only half in teasing because my breath caught in my throat as I wondered if he’d answer.

“Because I should’ve done.. Something.. About the way I feel a long time ago. Before I left, princess.”

My jaw dropped and he shifted his feet around, staring down at me nervously for a few seconds. “Funny you should mention it, Speed.. That’s kind of what bought me all the way here…” I gave him a soft and slightly teasing smile as I watched his jaw drop. 

“Wait.. Just to be clear… you’re saying you feel the same way, yeah?” his voice was husky against my mouth as he leaned down, pulling me against him for another kiss as I mumbled quietly, “Mhm. All I wanted for Christmas was you. So here I am, Tim.”

He scooped me up and started to hurry towards the doors of the airport after grabbing my rolling suitcase and I laughed. “You in a hurry?”

“Yeah, see.. I kind of have this real hot date.” Tim teased as we stepped out into the cool Miami breeze...

[captain-mcdavid]

(pt.1) 

smut: yes | no

word count: 7.3k (whoops)

warnings: swearing, angst, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, *age difference (disclaimer: this is fiction, i am in no way suggesting that these are colton’s preferences. if you are uncomfortable with a slight age difference, the one in this story is six years, then this is probably not a good piece for you.)

“Oh my god, Y/N is that-?” Your breath hitches in your throat when your eyes catch on the only possible person Lauren could be talking about.

“No,” You answer quickly, falsely, still staring right at him. It’s strange, you haven’t seen him in eight months now but everything you felt, or feel for him is still right there, strong as ever just waiting to resurface. God, this dude is impossible to shake.

“I um, honey- I’m pretty sure it is.” Lauren gently grabs your forearm, steering you away from the door and away from Colton.

It would have been impossible not to see him, he was 6′6 for crying out loud, he was literally the focal point in the room. But why the hell was he here? This was a party with all your old high school friends…

You stumble behind Lauren, eyes still focused directly on him, but then you catch him from a different angle, and you see the small blonde hanging onto his arm. Fuck you thought your heart shattered when you left that hotel room, but this felt even worse.

“Oh my god, Lauren,” You start, and if you weren’t so shell shocked, you’d probably be crying.

You watch as he scans the room, waiting for the inevitable to happen, and then it does and your whole body tenses. Your eyes connect and his mouth parts slightly, he looks like he’s about to say something, but then Lauren pulls your arm again, rounding the corner and tugging you behind her.

“I know, I know.” Is her sympathetic response to the weak whimper that slides past your lips. Finally he’s out of eyesight and Lauren flips to face you, holding both your hands. “We can leave, do you want to go?”

The answer is undoubtedly yes. It’ll be torture to watch him with someone else all night, of course you should leave. But you really can’t... Colton has seen you, if you disappear five minutes in he’s gonna know you left because of him, and something about giving him that much power just doesn’t sit well. You’re all for giving up control in other areas, but this isn’t one. He shouldn’t ruin your night. 

After your mental pep talk, you shake your head, and Lauren’s eyes widen slightly. “Y/N- what? Are you sure? We don’t need to stay her-”

“He has a girl here,” You interupt and she nods.

“I know, we can go-”

“Go do shots?” You interrupt, “Because I’m not gonna watch her crawl all over him all night sober, and I’m sure as hell not about to walk out of here and let him think that I’m too weak to handle seeing him.”

Lauren looks shocked for a second, before a giant smile crosses her features. Shaking her head and chuckling, she smooths your hair, taking your hand again to tug you back out to the crowd. “You’re my idol,” 

It’s really easy to let go, the shots go down way easier than they should and within an hour you’re slurring slightly, cheeks rosy. You’ve lost three games of beer pong in a row, so finally you give up, sauntering over to the bar stools by the kitchen. 

Lauren is pouring another shot, and you look at it with weary eyes, debating. You really don’t feel like you need another, you could stop now and still feel tipsy by the end of the night, but then your eyes scan the room accidentally, and Colton’s date, also nicknamed ‘The Blonde’ leans in to him, causing your Pavlovian response. Raising your hand you suck the tequila back, making a face at the cheap taste.

“Bleh,” You groan, tossing the small cup into the small trash behind the counter. You’re about to make a dumb joke about being a basketball player when an obnoxious gasp stops you. 

“Oh my god he’s looking at you,” Lauren chirps, latching onto your wrist. “He’s staring right at you, so don’t move.”

Suddenly you’re uncomfortable in your own skin, and you feel like one of the act natural memes. Making a panicked face at Lauren you let out a small squeal. “Do I look fine?”

“Shut up,” She goads, “You know you look fine. You’d look good in a god damn potato sack right now. That highlight is flawless.��

“Lauren,” You snuff, jabbing her in the side to keep her on track.

She subtly takes another glance around the room, her eyes widening not so subtly when they pass Colton. “Holy shit.”

“What?” You question, impatiently.

“Okay,” Lauren examines you and you raise your eyebrows at her, “Shift your weight, like- go like,” She starts to show you what she wants you to do, looking horribly awkward, and for the second time you smack her arm.

“I’m not doing that, you look like you’re trying to dislocate your hip.” She gives up and pouts a lip at you, “Just tell me what’s going on, why do I need to… do that.” You trail off and she rolls her eyes.

“The girl was looking too, Colton was quite obviously staring, and then she noticed and looked at you too. I just wanted you to show her your ass. Let her know what she’s competing with,” Lauren explains. 

You laugh, imitating her earlier motions. “Oh like this?” She snorts, and you chuckle, standing up straight. “Also, not competing. We’re not a thing. It’s been a long time.”

“Okay, stop being dramatic. It’s been like eight months. That’s not that long.”

“It is so!” You argue.

“Obviously not, because you could go that entire time without getting laid.”

Your eyes bulge out and Lauren smirks, taking a sip of her drink.

You’re about to say something relatively clever back, but your bickering is cut off by Jay, and a posse that includes Colton and the blonde following closely behind. “Y/N, Lauren,” He greets, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We’re heading out to the hot tub,” He mentions, gesturing to the group behind him. “Coming?”

You’re about to shake your head, already sensing Lauren’s interruption when she jumps in. “Absolutely! We’ll see you out there.”

The group walks off and you fight the urge to step on Lauren’s foot.

“Don’t give me that look, your eight month dry spell is about to come to an end. You’re going home with him.”

You manage to choke out a sound of disbelief, “No!” You argue when Lauren hands you a bathing suit.

“You’re like, obviously so attracted to each other. Why not just have sex with him? You’ve done it before right, no strings?”

If only there were no strings. God she had no idea. But that was because you chose to not include the whole part where you cried yourself to sleep for a week after your spontaneous hotel room hookup. “I don’t, I’m not-“ You start, trailing off when Lauren pulls you into the hallway to look for the bathroom. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea.” In your drunk mind it sounds like a great idea, and honestly you’re already a little bit wet at the thought of it. But you know that you’re not thinking enough about the consequences, you know it won’t end easily.

She doesn’t say anything, she just closes bathroom door behind the both of you, already starting to strip off her clothes. Rolling your eyes you do the same, against your better judgement.

Once you’re both changed, the two of you toe out of the bathroom, and out the back door.

All of the sudden you feel like puking, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol, or because of the blonde sitting a little too close to Colton. There isn’t much room in the hot tub to her credit, but it still rubs you the wrong way.

It looks like there’s only one more spot, but you and Lauren both step in anyway. She sits down and pulls you into her lap like it’s nothing, making the crowd around you laugh.

“Oh if you want I can-“ It’s the first time you’ve heard her speak, and of course her voice is dainty and cute, just like you’d expect it to be. You zero in on blondie, making the move to slide over onto Colton’s thighs and all you can think is no, but you’re not about to shout out your objection in front of everyone.

“We’re good, stay.” Lauren says, sounding way more friendly than you would have.

“Y/N can sit on my lap,” Jay suggests and you roll your eyes, situating yourself comfortably on Lauren.

“I’m fine here,” You chuckle, trying not to cringe.

“We’re in the middle of a game of truth,” Jay continues, and you give Lauren a panicked look.

“Really?” She groans, “Man, didn’t know this was a high school party.”

“Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” Jay murmurs smugly. “Newbies have to be initiated though, so you’ve gotta answer one.”

Neither of you argue, and your eyes wander around, going everywhere except for where you know Colton is sitting. “Y/N when was the last time you had sex?”

You’re nearly choking at Jay’s question, and you stare at him, wondering if he heard your earlier conversation. Lauren tenses underneath you too, and you examine the blank look on Jay’s face.

“Um, last month.” You lie through your teeth, eyes glancing to Colton to look at his reaction. You’re hoping for more than you get though, his eyes stay trained on the water.

“Sweet. Lauren,” Jay finishes quizzically, thinking for a minute before launching into the next invasive inquiry. “Biggest kink?”

“I have a raging foot fetish.” She fires back quickly, raising her eyebrows at Jay. You chuckle, the rest of the people in the water with you applauding her for her obvious dishonesty. It comes as a means of objection to the juvenile game and it’s clear to Jay when he rolls his eyes.

“Alright, Rachel your turn.” He shakes his head, and suddenly all eyes are on blondie beside Colton.

She thinks for a minute, smiling gently before her gaze lands on you. “Y/N was it?”

Your eyes dart to Colton before you answer her, he looks obviously uncomfortable, taken aback by Rachel’s choice.

You nod and she smiles, trying to look friendly but it’s obviously fake. “Ever had a hookup with someone, I don’t know, maybe at this party?” She tries to make it sound like her question wasn’t that premeditated, but she knows exactly what she’s asking.

Hollers erupt from the hot tub, mostly from Jay and you shift in Lauren’s lap.

“Good question, Rach.” Jay laughs, looking to you for your answer.

You narrow your eyes for a second, wondering if she knows anything about you and Colton, or if she’s just going off of what she’s seen tonight. Either way, she’s trying to expose you to the group, so you might as well try to not look embarrassed about it. “Yup,” You simply say. “But I don’t kiss and tell.” You finish, turning back to Lauren, “Why don’t you take my turn.”

“I’d be honoured!” She laughs, sitting forward a little, and you smile, waiting for the explosion.

“Colton! Who ranks first on your list of sexual partners?”

Boom. There it is. You lift a hand to your mouth to hide the grin threatening to appear. Rachel happens to be taking a sip from her drink when Lauren asks, and you watch happily while she nearly chokes.

“You don’t hold back, eh?” Colton responds, smiling, even though he knows exactly why she’s asking. This game is one jab after another. When his eyes lock on yours, you hold your breath. “I’m not gonna answer that.”

“Weak.” Lauren responds, but she doesn’t prod. The hot tub falls silent after the fast exchange, and you feel like you’ve definitely killed the mood. Obviously people caught on, noticing that there was a little more than just a game going on. 

“Got weird pretty fast,” Jay murmurs quietly, and you don’t think everyone heard but your cheeks still tinge read with embarrassment. “I’m gonna grab a few more drinks.” He lifts himself out of the hot tub and you watch with wide eyes as two thirds of the others jump out with him. You feel even worse now, practically forcing people out by putting them in an uncomfortable situation. 

The remaining five in the tub are you and Lauren, Colton and Rachel, and another guy that you had never met. Your counterparts fall into dialogue easily, but you’re completely sidetracked, your intoxicated mind unable to keep up with another conversation after the turn the last one took. 

You haven’t even noticed that you’re still on Lauren’s lap until she’s tapping your thigh lightly under the water. You slide off her lap, watching while she stands. The look she gives you as she exits the hot tub is mischievous and excited, and automatically, you know what’s about to happen. You try to stand for a moment, but your actions have Lauren eyeing you, yelling so loudly in her head that you can practically hear her shrill voice screaming, “Sit the fuck down!” 

Rachel looks hesitant to be leaving, eyes travelling between you and the last person sitting in the hot tub before she toes inside, and then theres more silence. 

It’s eerie almost, and without looking across from you, you stand again, not caring if Lauren will actually fight you for coming back so soon, you’re not going to sit here and try to start a conversation. 

“You know we don’t have to avoid each other,” He starts talking and you stupidly look around the empty yard, double checking to make sure he’s not talking to anyone else.

“We’re both adults,” He continues, its ironic and you both know it. You breathe in, ready to crack a joke but his cocked eyebrow lets you know it’s much too soon, so you close your mouth, biting your lip to hide the grin. Blame it on the alcohol.

The more you try to hide your giggles the wider that damn crooked smile of his gets, and then his shoulders are rumbling gently with quiet laughter. “You are something else,” He says, shaking his head. Leaving now would be rude... Shit, you’re stuck.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” You lie, trying to avoid his eyes. They haven’t left you since everyone else left, and you’re sure that it’s them and not the water that’s responsible for your sweating.

“Yeah, okay.” He replies sarcastically, finally occupying his gaze with something that isn’t you. Now you can look at him, thank god. He stretches his arms back, leaning his elbows on the edge of the tub and he looks so fricking good it should be illegal. His chin is turned upwards, scanning the night sky for stars, but you’re uninterested, you’ve got a good view here.

“How have you been?” He looks back at you and you realize you’ve been caught staring. Your cheeks heat up and you direct your line of sight somewhere else, thinking of the proper response to his question. You don’t want to tell him the truth, which is that you’re fine now, but you it took you a long time to get to that point.

“Good,” You say simply, and he nods awkwardly.

“I’m glad,” He adds and you give him a small smile.

“How about you?” The small talk is extremely uncomfortable and it’s clear that there is a lot of unresolved feelings, and you’re going to bring up what just went down either. You’re going through the motions but neither of you are invested. 

“Happy to be home.”

Once again silence settles in, and you avoid eye contact at all costs, knowing that he’ll see right through you if he gets a good look. You weren’t sure if he was just really good at reading people, or if you were just really bad at hiding your emotions.

“How do you uh- how do you know Jay?” You ask, not really sure what else to say to him.

He rubs the back of his neck, a small smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth. “The same way you do,”

It takes you a minute to realize, and when you do you feel pretty dumb.

“I forgot,” You say sheepishly, referring to the fact that you, Jay and Colton all went to the same high school, each two years apart, meaning that you both knew Jay, but not each other.

“We literally met at one of his parties.” Colton reminds you and you laugh, remembering how you were randomly paired together for a game of beer pong.

Colton assumed you were older, rightfully so seeing as most people pegged you to be a few years senior to what you actually were. You however, didn’t really pay much attention to how old he could have been. The age gap was never a problem for you.

“I forgot!” You say again, throwing up your hands in defense. “You were so drunk.”

“Yeah well I’m just about there again,” He starts, “But I don’t know how you could forget, you were so bad at beer pong I still have nightmares.”

“Oh shut up!” You fire back, pleasantly surprised with the turn the conversation has taken. It doesn’t feel awkward anymore. “That was not the memorable part of the night for me,”

The comment slips out so fast you’re not sure you actually said it until you see Colton’s reaction. He looks slightly taken aback, his eyes automatically finding yours.

All of the sudden you can’t look away from him. After avoiding his gaze the entire night, you can’t seem to tear yourself away now. “No?” He whispers.

Biting your lip nervously you shake your head, and the corners of Colton’s mouth turn up slightly.

“What was then?” He knows the answer, you know he does. He just wants to hear you say it, but you’re not gonna give him that satisfaction.

You chuckle quietly and shake your head. “Colton,”

His tongue darts out to trace his bottom lip and your eyes can’t help but catch on it. His eyebrows are crooked together in concentration, and it makes you wonder what’s on his mind. “Truth,” He says, and you roll your eyes, not feeling like another round is a good idea after what just happened. 

Furrowing your eyebrows, you give him a weary look. 

“I just have a lot of questions, I guess.” He replies, shrugging his broad shoulders.

And suddenly you have a surge of bravery, most likely due to alcohol. “Okay fine. Shoot,” You say, and he raises his eyebrows at you, you do it back, challenging him and he laughs, taking a sip of his beer.

“Are you seeing anyone?” It’s not what you were expecting, but you don’t mind answering, so you shake your head in response and he nods.

“Are-“ He starts again but you interrupt.

“Hey my turn,” You whine, and he makes a face at you. “Are you seeing anyone?”

The look in his eyes when you ask lets you know he’s very aware of how you’ve been feeling the entire night. “No.” He responds, queuing your next question.

“Who was that-“

“Rachel is just a friend,” He answers the question you didn’t even ask before continuing boldly, “When was the last time you had sex?”

“I answered that.” You say, ears heating up because he was obviously able to see through your lie. 

“You don’t have to give me the real answer if you don’t want to,” He smirks, turning his head to the right and wiggling his beer bottle on the side of the hot tub.

Studying his face you wonder what he’s hoping to get out of your answer, so you watch carefully for any mannerisms in his features. “I tried two months ago,”

His eyebrows raise, the corner of his mouth turning down slightly. “Tried.” The word falls from his lips so quietly you see it more than you hear it. He nods slowly, eyes meeting yours as if to say silently, your turn.

Obviously you have to return his question with one just as invasive, but you don’t really want to know the last time he had sex. You’re pretty sure it was with Rachel and his answer is a lot more recent than yours and that’s only gonna make you upset when you hear it leave his mouth so you decide against it.

“Lauren’s question,” You say, waiting to see his reaction before you actually say the words. 

“Lauren is,” He starts with a laugh and finishes with a shake of his head, and you smile, going for it. 

“Do I rank high or low on your list of sexual partners?” You raise your brows at him, egging on for the answer. 

He holds your gaze for a second, opening his mouth to speak, but he closes it again before anything comes out.

Finally, after taking another swig of his beer he answers quietly, “High.”

“How high?” His eyes meet yours again and you feel like you’ve been lit on fire. The mood has shifted drastically in the last few minutes, and now there’s a thick sexual tension in the air that you’re extremely tempted to rectify.

“It’s my turn,” He’s doing it to annoy you, but still, his eyes remain on yours and you swear you can see them get darker.

“Colton,” You whisper, getting to your feet. “How high?”

“You know exactly how high.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

He moves forward in his seat, decreasing the space between you, and increasing your overwhelming urge to kiss his handsome face.

“I’ll say it when you tell me what the most memorable part of the night we met was,”

His words have vivid flashbacks rushing through brain, and straight to your core. At this point you’re not just wet because of the water anymore. So in hopes that he’ll break first, you tell him.

“Your head in between my thighs.” The corner of his mouth turns up, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip.

Colton stands now too, towering over your small frame. Your eyes follow him up, waiting eagerly for his response.

He lifts his large hand to push a strand of your damp hair behind your shoulder, leaning in slightly to whisper in your ear, “Number one baby,”

You’re not sure if you’re surprised or not, you just know you’re happy that that’s the answer.

“I was really jealous of that girl earlier,” While you’re talking one of Colton’s arms dips down past your waist and the water line, slipping around to your backside.

“I know,” He replies, his free hand tracing shapes on your arm, raising goose bumps up on the skin. The way he’s looking at you right now its knocking the words right out of you, whisping in a shallow breath you find yourself unable to look away from his blue eyes.

“Your hand is on my butt,” You blurt out.

“I know that too,” He laughs gently, squeezing his hand on your backside to accentuate his point. You stumble forwards, flinching from the contraction of his fingers, and he chuckles.You’re pressed against him now, breasts flush against the taut skin of his abs.

His eyes travel downwards and he sighs, toying with the strap on your bikini. “We should get out of here,”

You’re in so deep now that you don’t even hear the little alarm going off in your head, his suggestion sounds perfect to you at the moment.

“Hm?” He prods, eyes flashing back and forth between your lips and the exposed flesh on your chest.

You nod fast, loving the way that he keeps his hands on you, guiding you out of the water. You’re hiding a grin when you slide open the backdoor to Jay’s house, mostly cause the door is open now. Most of the people have cleared out, but there are a select few that still litter the living room, one of them being Rachel…

She doesn’t look surprised when she sees you, but you notice the way her eyes linger on Colton’s hand placement. For emphasis, and because you’re an asshole, you lay a hand overtop of his, looking back and up at him.

He meets your eyes, handing you a towel with his free hand. “I’ll meet you outside at my truck?”

You nod, turning around to look at him as you toe towards the washroom. As soon as the door is shut behind you, you’re tugging hard at the your bathing suit, flinging it off and to the floor. The aching in your pussy and the vision of Colton in between your legs is making for great motivation to move fast. You’re a stumbling drunk mess trying to put your pants on, and they don’t seem to want to slide easily up your damp legs, but you continue to pull anyway, hopping around like a child as you do so.

Finally a mix of the yanking, and the jumping works, and you’re able to do up the button. Your bra and tank top come without as much hassle but you’re still worried you’re taking a little too much time, so you quickly take a look in the mirror, swiping under your eyes to rid the few flakes of mascara that have fallen. You slap and pinch at your cheeks, nibbling at your lips to get the blood to rush to the areas in hopes of livening up your pale skin. But when you get to your hair, all you can really do is wince. Running your fingers through it won’t really do much, and it just looks kinda sad and wet. Regretfully you pull the brown locks up into a pony tail, sighing in the mirror before unlocking the door.

You try to avoid eye contact with the remaining people, especially Rachel, as you collect your belongings, and then you’re sending a quick wave to Jay, mouthing a thank you while you shut the front door behind you.

Colton opens the door to the cab of the truck when you walk up, holding a hand out for the bathing suit in your hand. “The uber is here,” He tosses your wet clothes into the backseat and shuts the door, flicking his head to the end of the driveway.

Suddenly you feel nervous, almost flinching when he lays a hand on your back as you walk to the car. Anxious, drunk and horny don’t seem like a good combo, but it feels almost exactly like the first night you met. Colton leading you and your fast beating heart out to the uber. You kind of wish that this was the same situation. It was before all the age arguments, and painful goodbyes. That night was just two people without any problems acting on their crazy attraction to eachother. And now it’s two people acting on their crazy attraction to eachother despite all their problems.

It’s like Colton can tell you’re nervous. You turn from staring out the window to him when he gently intertwines your fingers, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Then he’s sliding over into the middle, leaning into you so he can look out your window, “Huh, the Brewhouse,”

Your breath catches in your throat when Colton’s hand opts to slide to the inside of your thigh. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “Remember when we went there?” He says it so innocently, like he isn’t thinking about the events that took place in the car afterwards.

You look at him, placing a hand on his to stop it from moving up more. You want to be touched so badly, but public stuff is on the no list in your books. It’s something that Colton knows, but still tries to challenge sometimes, hens the rendezvous in his truck after supper at brewhouse. You furrow your brows as a way of saying ‘not here’, but he just smirks, leaning in to press his lips to your bare shoulder.

“I like this shirt,” He reaches a finger up to fiddle with the skinny strap on your silk tank top, and you mumble a quick thanks in return. He’s trying to make easy conversation, but you can see by the look in his eyes he’s anxious to get home.

Your line of vision stays directed on him, and he pretends not to notice as he continues to play with your shirt. You don’t even notice that you’re biting your lip until Colton glances at you. He points a finger up, catching the soft skin of your lip. It slips from the grip of your teeth and you suck in a deep breath when his hand on your thigh slides up higher. “Stop looking at me like that.” He whispers, nosing your ear.

His words are like shock waves right to your core, and you’re so close to saying fuck it just like you did in the truck months ago, but the beady eyes scanning you in the rear view mirror keep you from leading his hand to exactly where you want it.

It feels like forever before you’re finally pulling up to Colton’s building, and both of you are thanking the driver before speed walking up the stairs and to his door. He pulls his keys out of his pocket, surprisingly steady hands turn the key, swinging the door open. You step in, looking around. It’s exactly the same as the last time you were here. And you recognize the sound of Colton tossing his keys in the bowl without even turning to look.

His large hands cover your hips, bending down to nose at your neck. “Are we gonna do this like the first time?” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you chuckle a little, eyeing up his kitchen counter. You had both been so eager to get to it that you’d just stripped down in his kitchen. Also just so happened that if you laid back on the counter, and Colton got on his knees he was mouth level with your pussy. Convinient.

You nod gently, and then in no time you’re being hoisted up into the air and sat onto the counter. Your eyes connect for a moment, the first time that you’ve looked at eachother since being behind closed doors like this. It’s a mental game for the both of you, each waiting to see if the other is going to tap out. When neither of you say anything, Colton’s lips are planting themselves on your own, and ironically, it’s like a breath of fresh air. It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything when kissing somebody.

Colton is working fast, hands already tugging at the bottom of your shirt, and part of you wants him to slow down and savor the moment, but an even bigger part is just craving to be touched, so you lift your arms and let him throw the fabric to the side. He removes his own before attaching your lips again, tongue licking into your mouth as he unclasps your bra. You lean back with instruction, eyes fluttering shut while his lips relocate, sucking at your nipples and kissing down your stomach.

Then you’re being guided down onto your back, and your pants are coming off, and it’s all so fast and so right that you don’t even notice Colton freeze. Your jeans are halfway off, and you stare at the ceiling, wondering what he’s waiting for when you feel it. It usually isn’t that drafty in your southern regions…

“No underwear?” His voice is hoarse, and it makes you wish you had done it on purpose. You sit up on your elbows, Colton’s dark eyes flashing up to yours.

“I forgot them,” You whisper, shocked that you hadn’t realized until now.

“I can see that-” Colton starts, but you interrupt him with a quiet, petrified voice.

“At the party.” You’d been trying to dress so fast, and you were drinking, but you still could not believe that you forgot to put on your underwear.

Colton lets out a laugh in disbelief, staring up at you with amused eyes. “You left them at the party?”

You nod, eyebrows furrowed in regret. “In the bathroom,” You mumble, picturing the red lace in a ball on the tile floor. You shake your head, grumbling to yourself while falling back onto the cold marble top.

“Jay’s a lucky guy,”

You’re about to sit up and scold him, the first syllables of his name already coming out when you’re stopped in your tracks by Colton’s tongue licking up your center. “Col-Unf!”

He pulls off your jeans the rest of the way before hooking his wide arms around your thighs. You breath out a sigh when his mouth finds you again, licking his tongue around you let your eyes fall closed again, enjoying every second of it.

He draws circles around your clit, then he sucks the nub into his mouth and your back arches, Colton’s arms tightening around your thighs. “So wet for me, does that feel good?” He asks, breath fanning over your pussy.

“Yes!” You say, desperate for more. Your confirmation pushed him to continue, and he sucks on your clit again, harder this time. Your moans are fuel for him, so you don’t hesitate to let all your sounds loose. His tongue presses flat against your clit, and he shakes his head back and forth over the nub, pushing down your hips when they try to wiggle against his mouth.

His mouth slides down, and your back rests, but not for long. His tongue stiffens, fucking into slowly while his nose bumps up against your clit. He’s got his whole face in the activity, but you’re more than happy with it. Your hands wind into his hair and he groans into your core, sending vibrations all over you.

You’ve been wet for nearly an hour now, so you know with all the attention he’s giving you, you’re not going to last long. You’re already thinking about how close you are, when there’s a sudden intrusion, one finger sliding easily into you while his lips move to suck on your clit again. “Colton,” You sigh, letting out an embarrassingly happy sigh when he pushes another finger in. When the pads of his fingertips brush up against your g-spot, you’re twitching in anticipation, but Colton knows.

“You gonna cum?” Your only response is a loud moan. His tongue flicks over your clit again, and your body shakes with the force of your orgasm, his fingers moving you slowly through it.

He pulls his fingers out, getting to his feet and holding them out for you. You sit up, grabbing his thick wrist, guiding his long digits into your mouth. You keep eye contact the whole time, watching as his jaw tightens when you swirl your tongue around his fingers. Once they’re clean, you place a quick kiss on his lips before grabbing onto his hips. Sliding off the counter, you swivel his big body around, pushing him until he’s against the counter.

You take time to admire him before you go down, nails scratching down his chest and in between the dips of his muscles. His shoulders and abs were insanely muscular, and looking at them never failed to make you think you were dreaming. He was so damn beautiful.

He realizes what you’re trying to do when you drop to your knees. He catches your elbow, trying to tug you up. You roll your eyes, but you’re not surprised, he always was more of a giver. “I- fuck, I don’t- I’m not gonna last,” He’s struggling to find words, you can tell he’s way more focused on the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“I just need a taste,” You assure him, undoing the button on his shorts. He doesn’t look quite satisfied, but you know that will change once he sees your mouth wrapped around his cock.

You tug down his shorts and boxers, licking your lips when his cock springs free from his boxers. The tip is red, smeared precum wets it, and you lean forward eagerly. He sighs when you finally take him in your mouth and you resist the urge to grin. You swirl your tongue around him, before taking him in further, dragging your tongue across the vein on the underside. You love the way he loses himself when you give him a blowjob, his eyes screw shut and he white knuckles the counter. He’s so not in control which is unlike him, it’s so sexy to you.

He opens his eyes to look down at you, and you blink up innocently at him, loving the way he swears under his breath. But then he’s pushing your shoulder back, and tugging you up by the elbows. You whimper, getting to your feet.

“Seriously I wouldn’t have lasted ten more seconds, you look so damn good like that.” You cling onto his shoulders when he pulls at the back of your thighs to hike you up onto his waist. He picks you up like you’re nothing, but compared to him, you really are.

When he starts walking from the kitchen, you furrow your brows at him, fingering the hair at the nape of his neck. “I thought we were gonna do it on the counter?”

He chuckles quietly and you realize how horny you sound. “Sometimes you gotta change it up,” He mumbles, attaching your lips as he kicks open the door to his room.

He sets you down so gently on the bed, and you stare up at him as he stands straight. His eyes are wandering up and down your body so closely you almost cover yourself, mouth falling slightly agape while you wonder what he’s thinking.

“You’re absolutely stunning.”

A small smile takes over when the words leave his mouth, and you extend a hand to him, blinking adoringly at him while he moves closer. He stretches out on top of you and the look in his eyes is so different from when you first got here to now. You feel like you’re thinking clearly for the first time since you stepped into the hot tub. There’s no blinding cloud of lust anymore. The look in his eyes is so unusual, and you have nothing to compare it to, so curiously you extend a hand, stroking his cheek. “What?”

Instead of speaking his answer, he leans down to kiss you, and it’s everything you want to know. There’s so much emotion behind it that you feel tears start to creep out of the corners of your closed eyes. It’s not even morning yet and you’re already realizing the consequences of your actions. You don’t want him to see when your lips break, so you turn your head, giving him access to your neck. While he kisses the soft skin, his fingers intertwine with your own, and if you weren’t crying before, you definitely are now.  

He noses against your jaw bone, “Ready?”

You nod, wrapping your legs around his hips. You feel the tip of him glide up your center as he positions himself before slowly sliding in. He waits minutes before pushing in fully, and you can tell it’s killing him not to move. You haven’t felt so full and so inlove in so long. It’s frightening.

“Colton, please,” You whimper, pushing at his back gently with your heels. He takes the hint, rolling his hips against yours. It feels amazing, so you arch your back to meet him, loving the way his pelvis rubs your clit.

It would kill you to look at him right now, so you open your eyes quickly to find him, before leaning up to connect your lips. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan against him when he rolls his hips harder. His hands are squeezing yours, and this kiss is just as loaded as the last. It continues for what feels like hours, but in a good way. His hips meeting yours bringing you endless pleasure, it’s building and building.

It’s seriously going to be impossible to be with anyone else.

When he rolls his hips harder again you arch your back more, feeling your walls clench when his tip grazes your g-spot. The seize receives a loud groan from Colton, and you feel him twitch inside you. You squeeze him harder when he thrusts again, and that’s all it takes for him to let go. He fucks you through his orgasm, reaching a hand down to rub your clit until you’re seeing stars too.

He gently pulls out once you’ve ridden out your high, collapsing beside you. It isn’t until you’re settling down that you realize the tears still spilling out of your eyes. Colton does too, and he sits up on an elbow, looking over you while he stretches a blanket across your bodies, concern written on his features.

“What’s the matter?” He murmurs, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth. He places small kisses on the skin. 

This has gone too far already. Staying the night is only gonna make things worse, cause right now it already feels like a gunshot. You want everything you can’t have with him, which is why you tug your hand from his, sitting up in the bed. “I need to go.” 

“You can’t leave now,” Colton laughs gently, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s late,”

“Yeah well staying is only gonna prolong things, it’ll just make it worse.” You end quietly, hearing him sigh when you finish. The room goes quiet and you’re trying so hard not to love him right now that all your emotions are going elsewhere, the most prominent switch being anger. 

“I’ve tried, Colton.” You start, shaking your head when you see the confusion on his features. “I’ve tried to feel something, literally anything, with someone else, but I can’t. No one else makes me feel even remotely close to the way that you do,” When he can no longer keep eye contact with you the tears spill out faster. “I hate you for it,” It makes you so unbelievably mad for a second cause you know what he’s about to say. You’re too young. 

“I hate you for it. So no, I’m not gonna stay and wait for the rejection speech that I know is coming, because I don’t wanna feel any shittier than I already do.” 

Once you’re finished you start trying to untangle yourself from the blankets, but the heavy weight of Colton’s arm is pulling you back into him. “You can’t leave now.” He repeats. 

“What the hell- let go of me!” You cry, trying to push his arm off you, but it’s useless. Fighting him doesn't make any sense but you’re still not ready to give up, lurching against his body to try and get him to let go. 

“You’re drunk, and upset and if you leave you’ll be alone. I don’t give a shit if you’re mad at me, you’re not going anywhere.” His tone is final, his grip tightening around you. 

You’ve stopped struggling against him now, giving up because he’s made it clear you’re not leaving until morning. Relaxing against his body you look over your shoulder at him, meeting his sad eyes. 

You wish that that weren’t the emotion that was most recognizable to you. You’ve obviously seen it on him too much. 

“I don’t feel like this with anyone else either.” His words are spoken softly into your ear, while he presses a kiss to the skin there. “You’re meant to be right here.”

And you want it to be true so bad. 

“If it were meant to be it wouldn’t be this hard.”