#oh ans when he said the n word. lol.

[jjcocker]

hm

Thinking abiut ......Tthe rockrs (remaking my how they got 2gether lore ++ Also wanting to make one for srocker but theyre not nearly as fleshed out as jj 😭i mesn. He kinda is but i dint knoww)?guhhhhhhh Thought dump

uh Imoodranr to note ill ev talking avout uh sthuff like suicide andall. bb careful ok

uh uh uh uhhhhhh Okay so likeeeee. jj was fuxken Deoressed during the . the obetime shge cmstoppped making music

frankly i wana chabge the time where she started #/Girling . Bc i think its be really funny if she like. stopped w her career whn she stil was an egg and then came back with like. jj knockersHAJAHAJSHDJAJSJS SORRY.

Therye so cute id eat glass for them

What if they sorta cracked each others eggs somehow.... Like idk srockee r helps her out she hlps him too

MULTIGENDER YURI. BTW

Oh uh back 2 the first Point uhhhhhh sorry. Uh so jjwS like depressed rihht. She felt erhere were obly 2 options. either ending her career or her life

idk I'll be real i do not think that her first attempt was after the injury. Shse had multiple (esp when she was like.. a teenager (16-18) bc shewas having a horrible gedner crisis and also jsut. Going "fuck everythign 🖕" and runibg away frim homr (bc in my loreeeee shes adopted abdthe only perdon who cared abt her was hervsister(erina)(bc i hc her ro ve her suster)}OWWFUCK MY HAIF IS ITHCY

Yeah im just considering making her even worse ans givinv her pixiv fic writer-levels of Issues.

i remember uh a post That might be really insensitive bc I never had it but i akso thougt of . like. jj bejgn used just bc of her fame. Uh like uhh. I dont knowwww i never had it but like people whod just. pressure her itno sex and then leave her. Bc like. BANDO DE INTERESSEIRO tehre I cant word it englishly

I JUSUT RRALIZED THID POAT ISA LIE THIS IS JIST ME TRAUMATIZING JJ LOL

Her srudet isfn safe either. Ever aince he qas little he had the expectacration that he Must be good ar stuff . like. he was the Golden Child. and then as you kniw golden chukd burnout..adn jg got even wirsr

I dfk i font Lore him as much

i mwan i do just make him me

buf cooler

and more transgendef

Anyways they both have beef with tsunku (silly way of saying They bigh vave relgionus trauma

jj also had a seuxkaify crisis for yrs and in those same relarionships that shed get used in shed force herself to be So Heteronormative . Shitty relationship after shitty relationship . Abd jnternalized gomophobia Okay ill edit tbus post later im tried oftypinh

BY LATERe IEMANN Now CHrALSLHO, N

ok so jj was like suuuuuper duper depresse d during the. parada in music. Its ljke i said theree eyah!!

and when shefinsly got better (phsyically) she fot worse (mentally). I dont know maybe she just. The Anxiety..mixed w the Presure of being back ons stage

important ish to note ghat she DID NOTT EAT WELL like she Wouldnt eat a proper breakfast. Not even in an inability 2 get up/executive dysfuction (is that the right term) way but more in a "i dont deserve it" way

thya all chanhed when she met srocker!! waow

Hinestly. why Did she start doing guitar lessons ?

anyways.

He was like. a chulll guy. And like she actually staretd tobturst him (SOEMTHING THAT WAS GRADUAL,BTW. SROCKER FELL FIRST AND REALLY QUICK THO . AS IN LIKE IMMEDIATELY FINDING HER THE HOTTEST SHIT EVR HES RIGHT FOR IT BTW AND..YEA

And srocker notices that jj doesmt seem .. too well? She still doesnt eat well btw. but like she has someone she actually kinda Trusts :)

Somehow they got 2 know where each others house is. idfk how hyey js did

at thispooint sr lives withj Pierce (police call guy ) annd jj Alone . <- unrelated but what if sr mover in w hertobher houde wthen thhey gir togrthr.

and um uh so (a scenario that i plan on making s fic of) is like. sr makws jj a meal bx hes concerned. Cause zhre looks like she hasnt eaten s good meal in a while K.(bc she really Didnt .)i dont renemveee thst k whar the hell

this is a reocurrint htibf!!!!! I think he likes to check up on jj v v often. Ans she feels. Weird. like Why is she cared about . Idk I'm projecting a bit of me here it mkaes her feek Weird when someone cares about her bc it's just ..... Why are you worrying about Me ? There are people who go thru so much worse adb yet. Me?

idk. the pinung gets more. pining-y

and also rhe uh first kiss thing. Lien that other ppst. i didn tmKNOWWS What to Go with! idk they smooched and started for eealissiseses dating.

oh yea and also during the time shes known him shes been eating better + just feeling Better. un gnersl. Because uh she has a cute lil freak that loves her ^_^ ♥︎

[oflgtfol]

“pdp’s situation got twisted by the media uwu’ ah yes the actual video of him paying ppl to parade around with signs saying “death to all jews” is absolutely something that got twisted by the media. sure. /s

[tommyfroggie]

I broke your heart like someone did to mine[P.P]

Summary: He realizes... Realizes that what he did wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to you, to him and now he can't have you back.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, One kiss lol.

Word Count: 745

Masterlist

You 100% have to listen to "Save your tears" by The Weeknd while reading. The entire fic is completely based on the song.

italics stand for lyrics. () stand for what happened in the past

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Peter's pov

There she was in the crowd, looking as beautiful as ever, and... happy. She looked very happy, a drink in her hand, moving her hips to beat of the music. And then her eyes go wide as they meet with mine and I regret showing up to Harry's party, part of me knew that he was Y/n's best friend too, of course she'd be here.

Her eyes looked me up and down, rechecking to see if it was really me, while I stood there, frozen. And then... then I saw a single teardrop roll down from her eye and it broke me. It broke me see her hurt. It broke me even more so, knowing that I was the cause.

In that moment, I realized that I broke her heart, just like MJ did mine, 2 years ago.

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(Y/n's pov

You were in your dorm room when Peter burst in, crying might I add. His eyes were blown red and he was plucking at his hair like a madman.

"Hey, hey, hey what happened?" You embraced him in a tight hug. He sniffled, burrying his head in your neck as you gently massaged his back so he'd calm down.

"She- She broke up with me" He said, in barely more than a whisper. You immediately pushed down the feeling of relief that washed over you, since you'd been in love with Peter your entire life.

"Why?"

"I- I don't know. She just fucking- dumped me and left.." You knew Peter was madly in love with MJ though so you never considered your chances.

"Awhh no, I'm so sorry" You hugged him tighter and he slowly pulled away, looking down at you through hooded eyes, and his lips were on yours. You hesitated but kissed him back. His soft lips felt amazing against yours, you'd been dreaming about this moment for ages.

That's when it all started. When the two of you first started dating, he ensured that you were not some kind of rebound. He really did like you. Everything was perfect. He was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Cut to 6 months later, he invites you over, and tells you that he's so fucking sorry and that you two need to break up, without a reason, no fucking context. You left his apartment sobbing that day.

You'd been trying to figure out what was it that went wrong for a month until you finally moved on.. and maybe even gained a tiny crush on your best friend Harry Osborn. )

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Peter's pov

It all came back to Peter in flames when he saw you. He realized what an asshole he really was. The day MJ broke up with him, he thought he'd never find love again and he'd been insecure about himself to this day, because she never gave him any context. And he did the same thing to you.

He broke up with you because him being Spider-Man put you in shit ton of danger ans he couldn't even tell you that he was, in fact Spider-Man because that would just risk it even more. One day his senses went on overdrive, fucked with his brain, and he ripped off everything you two had in a matter of minutes.

And now he was here. Seeing you after you dissappeared for a month. He realized how much he missed you. How much he... loved you.

You, however walked right past him, wiping your tear with the back of your hand. You went up to Harry and he offered you a drink as you two laughed about nothing, all while Peter was watching.

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I broke your heart like someone did to mine

Now you won't love me for a second time

I don't know why, I run away

Oh girl, I make you cry, when I run away

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Mixed pov

Peter knew he'd fucked up real bad. The love of his life was right in front of him and he couldn't see it. You deserved the truth right from the beginning. He lost his chance and now he has to accept the fact that you've moved on, with his bestfriend in fact. And he has to learn to be happy about it.

'Harry's the better guy anyway. At least he won't fuck her over like I did.' The thoughts ran through Peter's head as you made direct eye contact with him for less than a second. And that was enough for him to know. He knew that he probably wouldn't ever be able to find love again and that you deserved someone better anyway.

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a/n: I seriously cried while writing this. Obsessed with 'Save your tears' by The Weeknd rn so i thought why not write about it. Comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

[kookieskiwi]

Hi kookieskiwi Im a fan of your works 💜💜. Is the request open? If it is a yes can I request Idol Au + "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?". Im sorry this is first time I ask request. If it is not burden you can I ask more request? Sorry for being awkward 😭

(Thank you for being a fan 🥺 and requests are always open with me ❤️ don’t be sorry at all, me myself I’ve never asked for a request bc I’m too nervous so you’re braver than myself 💜 writing what y’all want is never a burden to me, it may take a few days but I will ALWAYS do it, and you aren’t awkward at all. In fact your really cute lol ☺️🌱) (there’s not that much dialogue in here but I think it’s okay)

Song mentioned is Human by Christina Perry

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Being an idol wasn’t easy especially for a foreigner like yourself. You had to fight tremendously hard for your place and even then you weren’t widely accepted amongst other idols. When you signed with BigHit 12 years ago you had spent six of those years in training in order to make it in this cruel world of perfection.

The hate started when you had first debuted under the company which was right around when BTS was rising in fame all over the world. Before that you had gotten some media coverage but the only claims were that you were a makeup artist or staff member. But when it was announced that you were among a solo debut as the first female artist under their company things went two ways. There were people who supported you from the beginning and then there were those who absolutely despised you. BTS and a majority of their fans were part of the long list which included other idol groups and their fan bases.

What confused you the most was the fact that you had done absolutely nothing to any of them, you hadn’t even come out to say anything about yourself. You hadn’t given them a reason to hate you but they still found the smallest things to make you break down. The BTS members themselves wouldn’t speak to you but they’d glare at you, leave the room if you entered or refuse to enter if you were there.

It hurt but the hate only became more of a reason for you to push yourself and make them see who you really were. When BTS hit their peak of success their actions towards you has simmered down, they were simply too busy to care anymore. However there were idols and idol groups that absolutely loved you like: TXT, IU, Mamamoo, Eric Nam, Amber Liu, Taemin, Sunmi and KARD.

Not being completely hated and alone gave you a better feeling but the hate still got to you. Over the years you had grown your own fan base and gotten support from many companies that asked you to model for them. You weren’t as famous as BTS and you knew you’d never be but you were inching closer which they ans everyone else saw.

Bang PD was your number one supporter throughout the whole thing although he mentioned nothing to BTS to stop their anger towards you. That was completely fine with you, you were all adults and you could handle things on your own.

You grew your career by being your true self when even when the cameras were pointed at you. At your concerts you always made sure there was indifference between your fans. You’d proudly bring out a pride flag to spend a portion of your concerts thanking all those who were part of the community or being brave. The first time you had done that media outlets raced to ask you why you did, many claimed it to be an act for clout but you set those rumors straight very quickly.

“No, I’m not like other idols who want clout. I’m perfectly fine with losing or gaining fans with my actions no matter what they may be. I brought out the Pride Flag because in the world there is so much debate about love, sexual orientation and gender equality. Love isn’t a political debate it’s a human emotion, a pure one at that which I believe should be expressed however it may be and whoever it may be with. I will never discriminate anyone based on their personal decisions, you do you boo. It’s your body, your life so it must be your choice how you live it.” You answered matter of factly shocking everyone in the room including the interviewer and crew.

Since then you’ve had many more supporters and you’ve even used half of the concert funds to donate to several different charities for minorities of all kinds whether it be race, sexuality or victims of anything. A week ago you had won ‘Best Breakthrough Artist’ ‘Activist of the Year’ and ‘Inspiring Artist Award’ at the MAMA. You had also performed a solo song which you had been saving to slap ever Jeon in the face metaphorically.

Your song ‘Human’ which you preformed hit the top of the charts worldwide. It was about everyone who doubted you, who hated you for no reason, to everyone who was now your fan.

-

The next day you were back in your studio hard at work ignoring all the news articles, twitter feeds and conspiracy theories about you. Your new album which featured ‘Human’ was set to be released in a month so you were finishing up some last minute vocals and tracks before you headed over to the dance studio to practice your choreography.

Suddenly a knock at your studio door drew you from the depths of your focus. “Come in.” You said in a monotone reverting your focus back to the screen in front of you. You could hear the door open followed by several sets of footsteps before the door clicking closed shortly after.

“Y/n.” The the voice called, at the recognition of who the owner of that deep, sophisticated voice you froze instantly in fear. Slowly you turned to face him only to see all seven of them standing before you in your large studio. They were dressed casually but not slobby in stylish outfits mainly from designer brands so I guess it was the sloppiest you could get with Gucci on.

“What- what are you guys doing here?” You asked cautiously trying to avoid eye contact with all of them but it seemed to be getting harder and harder the longer they stood there. “We were about to get lunch and we were wondering if you wanted to come along?” Hoseok asked stumbling over his words slightly. You tilted your head in utter confusion, was this a joke? You’d never spoke to them much less eaten with them. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” You questioned narrowing your eyes in suspicion at their actions. Why now? Was it because of your song? Did they finally get the massage after all these years?

“We- we wanted to apologize for how we’ve treated you. It was unprofessional and childish to do what we did and we cannot be sorry enough.” Jin explained bowing head in sorrow making the rest follow in suit. They were what now? Apologizing!? Your head spun a million miles an hour trying to come up with a valid response to their sudden apology.

“I have to agree, I gave you and all the other’s no reason to hate me. I never understood why or what I had done and I’m not going to lie, you guys were totally assholes.” You smiled at the end of your statement before continuing, “when your fans saw your dislike for me they too started hating me which took a toll on me. But the past is in the past, I’ll be willing to start over if you explain to them why you did it and that you came to me, not the other way around.”

“Oh my, y/n of course we will. I, we, are so sorry about everything and the truth is, we were terrified that you’d get the fame we had worked for since you signed under this company. It was an irrational fear that we shouldn’t have assumed from you, we are so sorry.” Taehyung said opening his arms hopefully. You smiled arising from your chair to enter his arms, the feeling you had longed for for so long was finally felt. One by one the others joined the hug, Jimin having to pull Yoongi in since he was still standing on the sidelines. It felt so nice to finally have a burden let off your chest, you knew why they did it and you could see why too. You would’ve done it too, maybe not for that long and not to the extreme, but you would’ve done it.

“I forgave you guys the second you entered my studio.”

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Forty-Nine: Baseball ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto ] [ SasuHina, NaruSaku ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Another day, another block of practice.

Baseball is the only sport Sasuke’s ever played. His brother before him had excelled in soccer, and - not wanting to be directly compared to his brother, who can do no wrong - Sasuke chose another sport. And, like Itachi, he’s excelled in his chosen game.

And now, it’s his senior year...and all he can think about this Spring is getting to the State finals and finally taking the championship cup. Because as hard as his team works, and as good as he is (alongside many of the other players), they just haven’t quite made it that far.

After all, he’s seen the recruiters for college teams hanging around the practice field, and at their games, talking with the coach. If he could get a scholarship for baseball...he’d be over the moon.

Hence why he never misses a single practice. It’s made juggling homework a bit of a hassle, but he hopes - in the end - work on both aspects will serve him well.

“Oi, Sasuke!”

Looking up from his mitt he’s been contemplating as he thinks, the Uchiha jostles as Naruto swings an arm over his shoulders. “What?”

“Ready for the game on Saturday?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. You?”

“Duh! Hey, guess what!” Naruto takes a step back, hands curled under his chin as his eyes go starry. “Sakura agreed to come watch!”

“Did she now?” Sasuke asks boredly, flexing his glove experimentally.

“Yeah! If we win, I’m gonna ask her on a date!”

“...and?”

“Whaddaya mean, ‘and’?”

“You ask her on dates all the time,” Sasuke retorts, seeing his friend stiffen. “What makes this any different?”

“Cuz...cuz she’ll see how awesome I am! If we win, she’ll be so impressed, there’s no way she’d say no!”

“Whatever you say.” In all honesty, Sasuke would be glad for it. The day Sakura gives up trying to get him to date her, he’ll be a very happy man.

Their practice isn’t very heavy given the game the following day, so the pair shower and make to head home a bit early. On the way through, they pass the tennis courts, still occupied by students.

Glancing nonchalantly through the chain link fence, Sasuke searches for a moment before spotting her.

Sporting a matching lilac and white tank and shorts, Hinata Hyūga faces him, focused on her practice match against an upperclassmen he vaguely recognizes as some chick named Tenten. A visor sits over her brow to shade her eyes, long hair up in a high tail, bouncing slightly in anticipation for her opponent’s serve.

“Man, tennis seems like it’d be a pain, right?”

“Huh?” Glancing back to his friend, Sasuke breaks his stare.

“I mean, it’s got so much...leg work!”

“So does baseball when you’re on the field.”

“But not as consistently! Depends on where the ball goes. Here? You can’t escape the damn ball! Imagine having to bat, like...the whole game! Over and over again!”

“Guess that’s why tennis is tennis, and baseball is baseball, idiot.”

“M’just sayin’, you gotta be tough to do tennis! I mean, imagine how much more ripped Sakura would be if she played this instead of softball!”

There’s a silent hint of pride in Sasuke’s mind at the comparison. After all, he’s pretty much saying someone like Hinata is tougher than someone like Sakura.

And given that Sasuke’s been crushing on Hinata for all of high school, and detesting Sakura...that makes him very happy indeed.

But it does puzzle him a bit. Sure, Sakura’s lithe and sinewy - she’s hardly got an ounce of fat on her (which, yes, means hardly any hips or chest). Hinata, on the other hand...is so soft. She’s heavier set than Sakura despite - as Naruto says - playing what seems like a more intense sport.

Of course, that’s not all that plays into a person’s build, he supposes. And while Hinata also plays volleyball in the Fall, Sakura does that, and does swimming in the Winter.

But - personally speaking - he’d rather have a girlfriend who’s soft than one all...boney and tough.

Which only makes it all the more disappointing that Hinata happens to be rather fond of a certain blond idiot he knows.

Why the girls can’t just...swap their affections, he’ll never know. Surely everyone would be a lot happier.

The coach then calls for a break, and the players all relax. Heaving a weary sigh, Hinata takes a swig from a purple water bottle before noticing that they have an audience. Her face brightens.

And it kills him that it’s not because she sees him. It’s because of Naruto.

Crossing the court, she flashes a smile, cheeks a bit pink. “H-hey guys!”

“Hey Hinata,” Naruto greets, tone a bit awkward as always. He’s aware of the Hyūga girl’s crush, and...to put it bluntly, it makes him squirm whenever he has to talk to her.

“Hey,” Sasuke offers, trying his best to keep his own voice cool. So far - at least, from what he can tell - no one’s noticed his own bias when it comes to the awkward love square that the four teens have found themselves in.

Hinata’s fingers cling to the fence. “I h-heard you guys have a game tomorrow!”

“Yeah! Tomorrow at two!”

“Maybe...I could come watch?”

Naruto winces ever so slightly. “Uh...yeah, sure! Sakura’s gonna go, so...you guys could, like...sit together! Or something!”

At the mention of the rosette, Hinata deflates ever so slightly.

He hates it.

“Oh...o-okay!”

“What about you?”

“Eh?”

Shifting a bit, Sasuke asks again. “When’s your next tennis match?”

“Oh...um, we have away games on Tuesday. B-but then we have a home game next Saturday! You...you could come watch, if - if you want?”

“Aw man, Sakura’s got a game that day,” Naruto laments, but Sasuke knows he’s anything but disappointed. “Hey, maybe next time!”

“O-oh! Y-yeah, sure!” Hinata gives a smile, clearly forced.

“I’d go.”

Both Hinata and Naruto turn to him curiously. “You...you would?”

“Sure.”

“But Sasuke, what about Sakura’s game?” Naruto counters with a frown.

“I’ve seen her play before. Never seen a tennis match.”

Something shifts in Hinata’s expression - a mix of genuine surprise, and...something else he can’t place. “I...I would like that. No one, um...no one really comes to...to watch me play.”

“What?” Naruto frowns. “What about your dad?”

“He...he’s busy,” Hinata deflects, waving a hand.

“And your sister?”

“She, um...she’s got a lot of homework. Middle school’s a lot h-harder nowadays.”

Sasuke’s brows furrow just a hair.

“B-but, um...it would be neat to have a...a friend come watch!” Hinata smiles again, and he can tell it’s more genuine this time around. “You - you have fun at Sakura’s game, Naruto. Maybe you can catch the n-next one.”

Behind her, the coach warns their break is nearly over, and she looks over her shoulder. “Well...I better get back to it.”

“Yeah - see ya around, Hinata!” Waving, Naruto takes off at a jog.

Sasuke watches him go, not quite in such a hurry.

“Um…”

Turning back, he sees Hinata hesitate.

“You...you don’t have to go if you d-don’t want to. To my match, I-I mean. I wasn’t...trying to guilt anyone into it...”

“I do want to go.”

“You...you do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

The same shade of surprise pulls at her face.

Feeling she’s wanting an explanation, Sasuke glances aside, trying to play it off. “Like I said, never watched tennis before. But I already play baseball - kinda boring to watch softball. Besides...Naruto’s the one who likes Sakura. I don’t want to steal his thunder. He already managed to drag her to the game tomorrow.”

“Oh...y-yeah.” Her eyes turn downcast for a moment.

“...you ever consider that you deserve to use your time on someone who wants to use their time on you?”

The question makes her jump. “I...w-what?”

“Naruto. I think you and I both know he’s not interested. So why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

For a moment she looks scandalized, not expecting to be asked such a thing. “...I…” Clearly thinking over his words, she slowly goes slack with a kind of understanding.

Someone...who wants to use their time on her? Does he mean like -?

“...nevermind,” Sasuke mutters, shouldering his duffle bag. “See you at the game tomorrow.”

“B-but -?”

Looking frustrated with himself, Sasuke doesn’t answer, leaving the courts to head for home.

...he just royally screwed that up, didn’t he? He’s such an idiot -

“Sasuke!”

Startling, he turns to see Hinata jogging up behind him. “What -?”

“I...I w-wanted to say thank you.”

“...for?”

“For, um…” Hesitating, she worries her fingertips for a moment. “For...saying you’ll go to my game.” Another pause. “...for...using your time on me.”

Connecting her words to his, he stiffens, going a light shade of pink.

She watches his expression, clearly making connections of her own. “...see you tomorrow.”

“...y-yeah.” Watching her retreat to the courts, Sasuke just...blinks. Did...did she just…?

...well...one more reason to win tomorrow.

                                                            .oOo.

     ...I actually like this one a lot xD I was never the sporty kid in school - I was the artsy, musicky, theatery kid, haha! So a lot of this is pretty foreign to me, but...I tried, lol      Gotta love the good ol' fashioned love square of team seven + Hinata. While I'm not the biggest shipper of NaruSaku, it just sort of...makes sense when put alongside SasuHina. At least, imo - hence why I tend to use it as a foil for them! But it's not high school without some kind of relationship drama, right? Even in my teeny tiny high schools of like 100 people, seems there was always some kind of dating fiasco going on xD Ah, the good ol' days lol      Anyway, it's VERY late, and I need to get more sleep than I did last night, eh heh...but, thanks for reading!

     (Also I’m sorry Tumblr readers, I can’t put in a page break between the drabble and my ANs? I dunno if it’s just glitching or if Tumblr removed it...guess we’ll see as time goes on ^^; Hence the...alternate break lol)

[laketaj24]

Songbook Series:Erik: Let Me

A/N: NSFW. Smut and such below the cut. Tag List Open. This one is using the song Let Me, by Zayn. If you like my work please let me know by leaving a comment, reblog or liking it lol I hope you enjoy. (I’m sorry I don’t know whose Gifs these are! I saved them a while back but if you know comment and shout them out )

Catch Up here!!! Masterlist

@ivarsshieldmadien : moodboard.

“T’Challa downstairs curled up with Nakia looking like somebody soccer dad in them damn kicks.” Erik props his pillow up on the bed and clicks on the TV. Asa hadn’t really been listening to him. Ever since the fight with Malaysia, if you can call it that, she was on edge about work. And they were watching her, every single mistake she made was questioned unlike before where she had no worries because everyone loved her. “You hear me babe?” Erik nudges her lightly on her thigh watching her type away on the computer. “Since when do you work at home?”

“Well, there are some people in the office that think that I am not working hard enough.” She pauses. “And then Malaysia’s dad is riding my management’s ass about everything I do because of that fight.”

“You mean when you went to her house and drug her out by her hair and proceeded to beat her ass?”

“Yeah, fight nigga. Shut up.” She giggled shaking her head. “I just don’t want to lose everything that I have worked for because of her. And I know I shouldn’t have even went over there and done anything. I know this already.” Asa pauses. “But I was mad and I saw red.”

“You don’t have to explain to me.” He kisses her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers. “I love to see my woman working hard… no matter what position she in.”

Asa rolls her eyes playfully and places her laptop on the bed. “I am thirsty though. You want something?”

“a beer if you going downstairs?”

“You bet not give Kojack shit, or I’m gonna mess you up.” She closes their bedroom door wondering down the steps. Erik was right. T’Challa and Nakia were cuddled up and they were adorable. His arm was draped over her body while she lay on his chest. Their legs basically intertwined and both were fast asleep. She made no sound as she tiptoed over to the adjacent kitchen opening the fridge. She grabs two beers from the fridge and she closes it quickly. And there he was.

M’Baku folded his arms over his chest and admired her from head to toes, looking at her thick legs and the way they filled the boy shorts, up to Erik’s basketball shirt she’d cut into a crop top. They hadn’t talked much other than the occasional good morning or small talk when they were in the group. It was easy to act unfamiliar with him when Erik was around. “Asa.”

“M’Baku.” She smirked peaking around the corner for Erik. “why are you blocking my way?”

“Can we talk?”

“About…”

“I would rather it was outside and not in here, you got a moment?” M’baku was courteous and he’s eyes plead for at least a moment. It had been hard watching someone he cared for with a man she hated two weeks ago. “Please Asa, is it too much to ask to talk to you?”

“No, of course not.” She places the beers back in the fridge ans slides the patio door open. We can talk out in the yard. I need to pick up some of that stuff anyhow.” Asa slides the glass door open and walks onto the patio picking up the beach balls and floats that they had used earlier. M’Baku helped her wondering off the patio into the yard where the storage unit was, she follows barely gripping all the things that she had. “So, what is it Prince.”

“I didn’t think it would matter that I was prince.” He admitted. “And I didn’t know who you were.”

“I am actually sure that you didn’t because I didn’t know that Erik was all royalty and shit. It’s no big deal really.”

“N’jadka is the man that broke your heart.” He places the items in the bin looking back at the white house and the vast yard. “It’s not surprising.” M’Baku chuckled. He had never known Erik personally but the stories of him from T’Challa were not the most pleasant at times. All he knew about Erik was that he was rude, callous and apparently a cheater. “I know that you’re back with him and apparently happy, but I don’t think that what we shared was in vain.”

“We fucked for four days straight, I didn’t know your name the first night.” She felt the heat rush to her face thinking of those nights. They were certainly something magical but home was where her heart beat, and it beat and bled for that dumbass in the house. “I don’t want him to know. And one thing about N’jadka that you don’t know is that he can read me like a book. I don’t want any drama while you are here. We can continue like nothing ever happened.” She looked over her shoulder at the house. She could still see Erik in the bed watching tv. “Please.”

“I’ll do as you wish.” He touched her hand rubbinf his thumb in circles over her palm before letting go. “but while you sit here and play house, you could simply have a man that truly wants this with you.”

“what do you mean?”

“I mean Erik is comfortable with you as a girlfriend and clearly, Asa, you are worthy of so much more. I could make you a princess.” He steps closer to her, crowding her head with his scent and his words. His hands trail down her shoulders and then around her thick waist. He grips her ass momentarily and leans in. She should have stopped him, but his lips met hers. Her heart raps against her chest beating so hard it floods her head, and all she could think was him. She wanted to be consumed by him. His tongue dances with hers and he brushes himself against her, tight against his jeans and steps back. He clears his throat. “Just something to think about.” He pecks her forehead lightly before tossing the last of the items into the bin. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” She choked watching him walk away from her. A few moments after she learned to breathe again she reentered the house. T’Challa stands at the counter with his beer in hand. She hadn’t ever seen him drink but apparently today was just a good day to do so. He clicked open the bottle. “Hey, nice nap?”

“I apologize for sleeping on our couch. We had a meeting down at the outreach that lasted all day and it was tiresome.” He pauses. “Thank you so much for your hospitality.”

“You can sleep where ever you want to in this house.” She beams, “and King T, Erik and I are so happy you are here, no matter how many times he gripes. He’s so thrilled. He told me stories of you, but he never said who you were, it didn’t matter to him that you were King.”

“Erik is great, you two make a great couple.” He resolves. “Does he know about M’Baku?”

“Know what?”

“I saw you leave his hotel room the day we arrived.”

“Oh fuck,” She breathes.

“It’s fine. I will say nothing. Just be careful okay? They can both be crazy.”

 The warning was heeded cautiously. Asa kept her distance the next morning slipping breakfast all together and slipping out of the house unnoticed by everyone but Erik. The office was busy. The clacking sounds of the keys filled the bank, along with the never-ending flow of traffic. She loved it. The interaction with people and the fact that she could try to at least get people approved for loans that usually were declined.

“Asa.” The voice of the person she didn’t want to see the most rang throughout her office. He tapped a few more times and he sat down in front of her waiting for her to finish her phone call.

“Yes ma’am, it should be no problem. I’ll be sure to give you a call back.” She swallowed hard watching Malaysia’s father tap impatiently on his leg. Then she ended the call, placing it on the receiver. “Mr. Barton, it’s good to see you. How are things?”

“They’re fine.” He said sitting back in the chair. “I’ve watched the video of you and my daughter several times and I cannot sit here and act as if my visit is not about it. That type of behavior is inexcusable.”

“I’m sure it is, but your daughter’s actions were not good to say the least.”

“she’s a college student. She has a future a stake and you, the older woman should have acted with some dignity and at least confronted her like a woman.”

“Mr. Barton, the situation is my personal life.”

“Not anymore.” He interrupted. “Your behavior cannot be tolerated. It is out decision to terminate you. This business relationship is done. The guards out front will accompany you to your car and it was an experience having you work for me.”

She wanted to cuss. Throw her things on the floor and scream. But she held it in. “That’s unnecessary I’ll leave.” She smiles smugly.

 Erik didn’t have too many words to say in consoling her, because in every way he felt it was his fault.” He watches her anxiously pace the living room, rambling to him and Ayo. “I gave them all of my efforts and time and for them to even consider firing me because his slut of daughter fucked Erik is stupid. I wanna post that damn sex tape of her ass… see how bright her fucking future is then.”

“Nah, I’m on that shit. Baby, forget about it.” Erik groaned. “I told your ass years ago you didn’t even have to work. I got us. You can sit back and do whatever the fuck you want.”

“And if I leave you?” She said with a slight squeak to her voice.

“Shit ma, you gone leave a nigga.”

“I need to have my own things Erik. I need to know I can support myself. I love you and all that shit, but I built myself up. I want to stay that way.” She turned and walked another circle around the living room. “I’m going to bed.”

“Nah, I swore to T and Nakia that we would not be someone ass couple tonight. Get dressed, Ander headed out.” He watches Asa nod her head. “Man, move yo ass.” He playfully slaps her butt and she leaves bouncing up the steps.

T’Challa sits next to Ayo. “What was she saying?”

“She got fired.”

“Bast, for what?”

“She beat up the regional finance daughter.” Erik doesn’t elaborate. But T’Challa already knew the background story. “It’s my fault and I gotta make this shit up to her. She works hard for her shit man. It’s part of the reason I love her.”

“What bank?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. T’Challa smiles. “Cousin, what bank?”

“First Bank National.”

“Make a call and inform them that Wakanda Outreach international refuses to do business with a company that would hire an employee for unjust reasons. And then as the Vice President of Wakanda Outreach international withdraw all 30 million of our dollars.”

Erik beams. “You a dirty ass man.”

“Power is more than strength within a fist. Remember the burning of our sacred gardens.”

Erik hummed looking away. “I don’t recall.”

“You understand, take away something important and it will cripple them. And I know you remember. Ass.”

 Asa couldn’t remember how many drinks she’d had but it didn’t matter. Her body coursed with excitement as she twirled around on the counter of the bar. Nakia and T’Challa surprisingly were locked on one another dancing to the unfamiliar music with ease and sensuality. Erik’s eyes were hooked on Asa, the way her hips hypnotized him and every man at the bar and normally he would be mad but she was happy. And she hadn’t been happy all that day, her smile was refreshing. She kicked her leg up high and her old stripper moves returned as she bounced down on the bar in front of Erik, gyrating in front of him until his hands pulled her from the counter and into his laps. She felt him through his jeans. Hard. Thick and Long. He noticed her eyes dancing with the thrill of fucking him in public like old times. He drags his teeth across his full bottom lip picks her up in one movement.

“You want me to fuck you up don’t you.” Erik grinned as he carried her away. Asa nods her head drunk off his touch.

The closet didn’t seem so small once she was hemmed against the door with her legs spread and Erik was fucking her. He was thick, intrusive and rough. The door shook behind her as her head hit the rack repetitively. “Erik, they’ll hear.” She moaned with her face buried in the nape of his neck. “Er-.” He thrust harder into her making the door rattle loudly. He didn’t care what they heard. Her legs gripped him impossibly trying to take him deeper. He hit the back of her walls every single time and she damn near stopped breathing every time he drug himself out of her winding his hips so that he hit clit and the n diving back into her.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growled chasing his high. He fucked her until she shattered into a million pieces and then lowered her to the ground peppering kisses all over her body. “Let me take care of you Asa.”

“That’s not how I was raised.”

Erik reaches down in his pocket and places the ring in her hand. “If we don’t work you can take everything…” He whispers. “But I’m certain I’ve found my wife in you. Let me take care of you.”

M’Baku sat at the bar staring at the door shake and everyone around him with someone. It was time to go. It was time to leave now. He tossed the money down on the bar waving at T’Challa. He grabs his jacket and turns.

“It’s fucked up to see what you want being treated anyway huh?”

“I didn’t say that.” He smirked looking down at her.

Malaysia smiles holding her hand out. “you didn’t have to.” She winks. “But maybe we can fix it so it works for the both of us.”

The door opens and Erik has Asa thrown over his shoulder spinning her around. “Shots for everyone. We bout to be the STEVENS!” 

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 10/?)

AAAAAND here it is long lost part 10!

I know it’s been ages and I know it’s not as good as I promised it to be and grammar probably is awful and smut part is terrible but hey at least it’s long lol

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3     PART 4    PART 5     PART 6     PART 7       PART 8    PART 9

“Can you do it for me?”, me and all of my friends were sitting at the cafeteria when I basically threw my Spanish book in front of Montgomery.

“What is it?”

“My Spanish homework and it’s fucking stupid”, I said taking a bite of my lunch.

“Give me that”, he sighed and took my pen.

What I’ve been struggling with for last fifteen minutes for Monty what easy peasy and took him like five.

“Thank you”, I smiled.

“You’re welcome”, he smiled back.

“Ookaaaay”, Justin said. “What is going on between you two?”, he asked pointing at me and Montgomery.

“What?”, he chuckled.

“Your weird smile for each other, mumbles under the breaths that only you two understand, looks you to give each other… What is it about?”

“Okay…”, I took a deep breath. I was prepared for it for a very long time. “We’re fuck buddies”, I said looking Justin straight in the eyes.

Jessica snorted, Monty started coughing, everyone else were looking at me and Justin.

“You and Montgomery? About him I’d believe that. But you? School’s sweetheart? Yeah, right”, Justin chuckled and nodded his head.

“If you don’t want to get stupid answers, don’t ask stupid questions. There is nothing between me and Monty other than those fucking chemistry projects”, I said and looked down at my book to read whatever Montgomery wrote.

***

“Okay, I have an idea”, he said when we were leaving chemistry. “I’ve been thinking about that for whole class.”

“Instead of taking notes”, I interrupted. “What’s the idea?”

“Idea how to get rid of suspicious Justin.”

I looked at him waiting for him to continue.

��One of us has to go on a date with someone”, he said clearly proud of himself. “It can be me, I can do it.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I can go on a date too.”

“And I’m pretty sure it takes a while before someone grow balls to ask you out”.

“Excuse me?”, I stopped in place. “I can be nice or friendly or whatever… And I can go on a date”, I said and walked past him.

The opportunity of a date showed up sooner than I thought. Next day I was walking down the hall, looking at my phone and, of course, I walked into someone. Causing our books to fall on the ground.

“Shit, I’m sorry”, I said and looked up to see who I actually bumped into. “Hi, Marcus”, I smiled at him and I reached down to grab my books.

“Hi, Y/N”, he helped me picking up my things. “So, umm, how is it going?”

“Good, thanks”, I smiled when he handed me my books. “And how are you?”

“You know”, he sighed. “Trying to keep up with this C average or above bullshit.”

“Right”, I nodded my head. “Speaking of that, I have Math, so I have to go. See you around”, I waved at him and went towards class.

“Hey, listen”, he ran up to me. “So, umm… Would you like to go to Monet’s or Rosie’s sometime? Or Cresmont I don’t know?”

I stood there a little shocked.

“Were you talking to Monty?”, I asked. Now Marcus was shocked and confused. “Look, sorry, he just told me this week on chemistry I was undateable, whatever”, I shrugged off.

“Wow, he’s stupid”, he laughed a little.

“But yeah, I would like to go to Monet’s. Or Rosie’s. Or Cresmont.”

“Sooo… Let’s say Rosie’s tomorrow at 7?”

“Perfect”, I smiled.

“Good, see ya”.

I went to the Math thinking about this whole situation. It was kinda weird but dates were unusual for me in general ans suddenly after months and months of nothing Marcus asked me out right after I tried to convince Monty (and me) that I can actually get asked for a date.

Whatever, I’m not marrying him, I’m going for a free shake, I thought to myself.

“So you’re going out with Marcus?”, next day I jumped when I heard Monty talking to me because he showed up from nowhere.

“Jeez, you scared me. He already told all the jocks?”, I asked looking for a book in my locker.

“No, his friend did. So you are going out with him?”

“What are you, jealous?”, I shut locker’s door.

“You wish. I mean… Marcus?”

“Well, he’s kinda dumb and thinks world spins around him, but…” I shrugged. “I don’t even have to listen to him if it turn out he’s dumber than I think.”

“Wow, you set your standards high”, he said with sarcasm in his voice.

“Look who’s talking”, I literally looked at him. “You think girls don’t talk? Really Monty, freshman that just got in to cheerleaders team? Could you even try any less?”

“Big boobs”, he said shortly.

“Wow, you set your standards high”, I mimic his voice.

“Whatever”, Monty rolled his eyes. “Where are you and Marcus going?”

“Oh, you want me to tell you so you can show up there with your Ms big boobs? No way”, I shook my head.

“You’re afraid I’m gonna have better time?”

“You’re ridiculous. Good talk, Monty”, I patted his chest and walked into class.

***

I came to Rosie’s fashionable five minutes late. Marcus however was more fashionable than me - he arrived twenty five minutes late.

“Wow, you’re a classy date”, I said crossing my arms when he sat in front of me.

“I’m so sorry something stopped me”, he said. “But I’m so glad you didn’t just leave”, he gave me a little smile. “So chocolate-walnut shake? It’s the best, I swear.”

“I’m allergic to nuts. Strawberry will be okay.”

Marcus ordered our shakes, I took a deep breath. Just be nice, I told myself. Maybe he really got stopped by something important, you still can have a nice talk. Maybe it could still be nice if bunch of the jocks didn’t come in before we even got our drinks. Bryce, Troy, Zach and few others.

“Really, Dempsey?”, I mouthed at Zach. “Seriously? They came to keep an eye on your date?”, I asked Marcus.

“I swear I didn’t know they are coming. But I mean, it’s Rosie’s, everyone sits here all the time.”

“Yeah, you probably right, sorry”, I sighed.

The conversation with Marcus was off, felt pushed most of the times. Every few minutes there was either awkward silence or me having logorrhea in order to avoid that silence. He tried to do some little, subtle moves but I was so done that I successfully ignored them. After two long hours I decided it’s time to go home. I told Marcus I had bus, he didn’t offer to walk me home and I was actually relieved, because I really didn’t know what else I could talk about. He walked off with his army od assholes I sat on the bus stop. Suddenly red Mustang stopped by.

“Hi, Tony”, I smiled when he opened window.

“Why are you here at this time alone?”, he asked.

“Ugh.. You know…”, I shrugged.

“Date went bad?”

“Something like that”, I nodded.

“Come in, I’ll drive you home”, Tony leaned and open passenger’s door for me.

“It’s okay, I don’t wanna be a problem, I have bus in like… Twenty minutes.”

“In twenty minutes you’ll be home, come in”, he insisted.

“Okay”, I agreed and got inside.

“So Marcus wasn’t the perfect date?”, Tony asked while driving.

“How do you…”

“It’s Liberty, please”, he rolled his eyes.

“Right”, I nodded. “Good thing I wasn’t really into it in the first place, so whatever”.

“Why did you go then?”

I thought about seriously for a second and decided to be honest not only with Tony but also with myself.

“I guess… I wanted to piss someone off… Or something”, I shrugged.

That was the truth. I wanted to make Monty jealous. It was stupid and naive because feelings were needed to cause jealousy and Montgomery had no feelings towards me.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just talk to that person instead of that?”

“Nooo”, I shook my head. “Not with… Not with him.”

“Communication is the key, you’ll remember my words”, Tony said and stopped his car in front of my house.

“Thank you”, I smiled. “For the drive and wisdom of the day even though I’m probably not gonna use it.”

“I’m aware of that”, he nodded.

“Bye, Tony”, I said and left his car.

He waited until I got inside and drove away. I talked to my parents, went to my room to leave my bag and took pyjamas and went to the bathroom. I came back from the shower and saw one new message and missed call from Zach.

Zach: U got home safe?

Y/N: Wow, now you care

Zach: ??? I separated from guys, went to my car and drove to the bus stop but you weren’t there

Y/N: well, Tony Padilla was faster and drove me home

Y/N: and after today you’re definitely my fav out of all my friends.

Me and Zach were never super close as friends but until today if I thought about it I’d say me and him were closer than him and Marcus.

Next day I met Monty at the parking, we arrived at the same time.

“How was your date?”, he asked.

“Very good. Marcus is actually super nice and funny”, I lied. “How was yours?”

“Good, we were at Cresmont”, he said looking down at the ground. “So are you going out with him again?”

“Maybe… Probably yes”, I will definitely go to hell for all those lies but seeing Monty’s jaw clenching was definitely worth it.

We separated when we walked inside. Montgomery went to talk to jocks, I went to my locker.

“Hi”, Marcus stood next to me, it took a lot of inner strength to not roll my eyes at him. But Monty’s was watching us, so I had to look as happy as I could.

“Hi”, I smiled.

“So, I know it’s probably too fast, cause we’ve been out just yesterday but today there is a party after game…”

“I don’t party on a week days”, I interrupted.

“I know”, he touched my arm. “But still I want to ask if maybe you’d like to go there… like with me. I’ll drive you home and everything.”

Every cell of my body wanted to tell “no”, but I quickly looked at Monty and saw his whole body clenched.

“I guess one party won’t kill me”, I said with a fake smile.

“Great. It starts right after game so I’ll just wait for you in my car after the game.”

“Okay, see ya”, I grabbed my things and went for PE.

I was walking behind the bleachers when I heard someone running towards me. I turned around and saw Monty.

“You really are going to party with Marcus?”, he asked angrily.

“Well, you clearly overheard everything, why are you asking?”

“This guy is an asshole!”

“So are you”, I crossed my arms at my chest. “And why do you even care? Why do you care, Montgomery?!”, I looked at him with my eyes wide open waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“ Because…”, he started looking everywhere but not at me. “Because you deserved better than him!”

“Right”, I slowly nodded my head looking down and bit my lower lip. “And I think that you’re afraid you’re gonna lose your regular banging”, I said and moved a little toward him.

He was looking me straight in the eyes, then grabbed my waist, pulled me closer and aggressively kissed my lips. He dominated this kiss like if he wanted to show who’s in charge. I moved away from him.

“I’m not you property”, I said and walked to PE.

I quickly changed and started warming up when Sheri stood next to me.

“I think you got something to tell me about”, he said, clearly pissed.

“Oh, yeah, I was at Rosie’s with Marcus, don’t ask”, I shook my head.

“I’m not talking about that”, she quickly looked around to check if someone can hear us. “I saw you and Monty behind the bleachers”, she said quietly.

I frozed for a moment. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, I just didn’t know what to say. Sheri was my friend for so long and I was lying to her for months.

“PE is starting but then we’re skipping Peer Communication and going for a talk”, she said and all I could do was nodding my head.

***

“So?”, she asked when we sat behind the bleachers. “He kissed you, I saw it”

“Yes, I’m not gonna deny it. Okay, Sheri”, I took a deep breath. “You can’t tell anyone about that. Anyone. I mean it.”

“Okay, okay. I swear. I won’t even tell Jess.”

“Especially Jess! She would run straight to Justin and then everyone would know…”

“Okay, just start talking”, Sheri rushed me.

“Okay… I’ll just go straight to the point”, once again I took a deep breath. “Me and Monty have this kinda friends with benefits thing”, I said quickly.

She looked at me for a moment.

“You… Monty… what?”

“Please, don’t make me say that out loud again”, I rolled my eyes.

“I won’t… I’m just… Processing…”, she mumbled. “How did it started?”

“Kind of at that pool party at Bryce’s, kind of at Jessica’s party… I mean, he started at hot tub, I teased him, then he teased me, then we hooked up and then we hooked up again and just”, I shrugged.

“I shocked. I mean I’d never thought you’d ever be into hooking up. Especially with Monty”, she looked at me with eyes wide open. “I thought you almost hate him.”

“I don’t hate him. I just didn’t want people to connect me with him.”

“Past tense?”, she asked with a smirk.

“Not the point, Sheri”, I sighed.

We spent whole period hidden behind bleachers, I told her everything, maybe beside the fact that I probably started having some feelings towards him, but I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself not to mention admitting to someone else.

I spend the rest of the day avoiding Montgomery, Marcus and Zach who suddenly felt like he needed to talk to me, but he caught me warming up before opening basketball game.

“Y/N, listen”, he started.

“You have a game in ten minutes, warm up”, I said.

“About yesterday…”

“You are his friend, you went to check how thing were going, fine”, I shrugged.

“You’re my friend too.”

“Then you’re closer with him than with me, it’s fine”, I said and did double handspring to got away from him and also because I knew Montgomery was watching and he was a sucker for this.

***

Me and Marcus got to the party, he brought me a beer, paid a lot of attention to me, at least for first 45 minutes. After that time he was mostly focused on putting his hand somewhere on me - my shoulder, my back, my knee even though everytime I was gently moving his hand away. I spotted Montgomery with his hands and jaw clenched while Zach was whispering something to him and then stopped him from going somewhere. As party for going Marcus and I were sitting on the couch and he was becoming more and more annoying.

“Marcus, can you stop?”, I asked when I smacked his hand of my knee again.

“Come on, why don’t we have some fun?”, he said, his hand went on my thigh and his head got closer to my neck.

“Marcus, stop”, I said through my clenched teeth, I didn’t really want to make a scene.

Suddenly Montgomery showed up in front of us. He pushed Marcus, took my hand and pulled me up from the couch.

“What the hell, man?”

“Sorry Marcus, you’re not winning your bet”, he said and left the room making me go with him as he was still holding my hand.

“Bet? What bet?”, I asked.

“He had a bet that he’ll have sex with you”, Monty said with rage in his voice. “I should’ve come back there and beat the shit out of him.”

“No, you shouldn’t. Did you know about that? The bet?”

“Jeez, of course I didn’t. I got to know at the party. Get in the car”, he opened door for me.

“Don’t talk to me like that”, I said.

“Please, just get in the fucking car”, he said looking me angrily into eyes.

I got inside and slammed the door.

“I’m grateful you took me away from him but  don’t you ever dare to talk to me like this”, I repeated when he got into the car and start driving.

“He was having his hands all over you and your biggest problem is the way I talk to you right now?!”

“You don’t own me, Montgomery”, I said looking him in the face but he was looking straight on the road, avoiding meeting my eyes. “Where are we going?”, I sighed. No response. “Monty, you’re scaring me”, I said quietly. Still no response. “Fine”, I chuckled and crossed my arms on my chest.

Few minutes later he stopped car in the area of old warehouses.

“What are we doing here?”, I asked.

“Marcus was the one who was trying to fuck you and I feel like you’re mad at me.”

“I am mad at you for treating me like I’m yours. I’m not”, I said not looking at him.

He put his fingers on my chin and turned my face towards him.

“I know you’re not. But I won’t let anyone treat you like a mattress”, he said with his face close to me.

“Right, I’m too busy being your mattress”, I said looking at his lips.

His lips crashed mine. Our tongues were fighting. I was so mad at him, but he affected me in way I didn’t know before and I just didn’t want him to stop. His hand started rubbing me through my jeans, a little moan escaped my mouth.

“I’m still mad at you”, I mumbled under my breath when his lip moved down my neck leaving wet kisses.

“Backseat”, he ordered.

I crawled to the back, took of my shirt before Monty got on top of me. I tangled me fingers into his hair when he kissed crook of my neck and unzipped my jeans.

“Fucking skinny jeans”, he mumbled when moved away from me trying to slide them down my legs.

I reached his belt and started undoing it when without a word of warning he slided two fingers into me.

“Oh fuck”, I moaned.

„You may be mad but you’re wetter than ever”, he said pumping in and out.

“Monty…”, I whispered palming him through his boxers, “I want you to fuck me.”

“As you wish”, he said and leaned to give me a deep kiss.

Second later I felt him thrusting in and out fast and hard. Montgomery pinned my hips down before I even lift them.

“Babe”, he growled in the crook of my neck.

His hand found mine and our fingers tangled together,

“You feel so good”, he groaned thrusting in me faster and faster.

“Fuck, Monty…”, I digged my nails in his shoulder.

“I know, baby, come on”, his hand went down and he started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“Oh, God, don’t stop…”, I moaned under my heavy breath and then I lost it.

“Fuck”, he howled.

Car was full of our breathless moans, Monty rode out our high and rest his forehead on mine, I played with his hair for a moment.

“I should go home”, I said quietly.

“Can you drive or should I give you a ride home?”, he asked giving me my long lost shirt.

“I can drive, that one beer I drunk got sweated out well”, I patted his shoulder. “My car is at school so if you could… Shit”, I sighed as I was crawling back to the passenger’s seat.

“What?”

“My bag is at Bryce’s.”

“So we’re going to Bryce and the to the school”, he said and give me kiss on a temple.

What the actual fuck, I thought.

I couldn’t even be mad at him for playing with my feelings because he didn’t know they were any. I was mad at myself and I hated the way this kiss felt. And I hated the way my heart skipped a bit when he rubbed my knee during drive.

That moment it was clear to me that I was falling for him, even though it was the most stupid thing any girl could do – fall for Montgomery de la Cruz and if there was anything I knew I could do about this it was one thing – stop whatever was going on between us.