#once was playing mock-bite with my dad and almost bit his thumb off!

[masked-disciple]

9) Your dog is stupid and ran directly in front of a moving swing, and when I slammed into it because again, moving swing, it freaked out and bit the shit out of my very badly broken leg, and then I had to limp home; and it's a good thing I'm an adult capable of grabbing your dog by the scruff and holding it away from me, and not a toddler who would have been gored to shit because your dog is stupid.

Everyone else talked about outdoor cats, it's time for me to talk about offleash dogs

[badassbuchanan]

Our Secret

Plot: Bucky and Y/N Stark take their secret relationship to the next level and make the most of their alone time

Warnings: smut; oral (male receiving), secret relationship, dirty talk, metal-arm!kink, stark reader, semi-public place, short and sweet.

a/n: hello this is my first post, I’m new. Requests are open, so pop in and let me make your dreams come true!

“There you are.” I smiled with a sigh of relief, flopping down on the couch next to the unexplainably handsome, long haired super soldier. I’d spent the better half of ten minutes searching the compound for my secret lover.

I immediately turned to face him, cupping his stubble covered jaw in my hand as I pressed my lips against his, something that was usually only done in our private rooms.

Bucky’s hand flew to my hip, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he pulled away from the kiss slightly, his head turning to scan the room. “What are you playing at?” His voice came out as a whisper as his eyes met mine. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle at how much he was stressing. “Anyone could walk in and catch us.”

“Mmh mmh.” I shook my head and licked my lips as I inched closer to him seductively. My hand came up to play with his hair, my thigh intentionally placed over his knee. “We’re all alone.”

Bucky’s face almost instantly dropped into a smile, his eyes widening a little with excitement as his hand gripped my hip tighter. “Oh really?” He smirked, his eyes dropping to my lips as he mirrored my actions, moving closer.

I chuckled at his excitement and inched closer to him once again, practically sitting on his lap. “Really.” I confirmed, our noses brushing together and our breaths hot on each other’s lips.

Bucky’s hands slid around to my butt, rubbing up my lower back onto the material of my workout top. He let a little moan slip passed his lips as I tilted my head, arching my back into his touch as our chests pressed together.

“Well what should we do with all this time alone?” Bucky asked, his voice deep and husky as he licked his lips. I could feel his hardening cock against my thigh, my body shivering at the feeling of his metal fingers against my hot skin.

“I have an idea.” I smiled cheekily, my hand palming his chest soothingly over the thin material of his tshirt. I could feel every muscle, every indent in his skin and it only made me crave more of him. For so long I’d wanted to be alone with Bucky, and I’d spent many nights in bed with my thoughts planning exactly what to do when the opportunity arose.

Before he could even ask what my idea was, I pressed my lips against his. Bucky immediately pulled me onto his lap, relaxing into the sofa as he opened his mouth, his tongue nudging my lips apart.

I moaned softly, unable to stop myself from grinding down onto his crotch. I willingly let his tongue play with mine, his hands travelling back down to my ass to squeeze. I could already feel the size of him through the thick material of his jeans and I was eager to finally get what I wanted.

Bucky groaned at the feeling, biting his lip as he pulled me down against his crotch again. My arms wrapped around his neck as I leaned down for another kiss, working my hips into a rhythm with the help of his hands. “Fuck.”

“Language.” I stopped my movements momentarily, raising my eyebrows as Bucky rolled his eyes with a subtle smile, obviously not too impressed with my choice of timing to mock his best friend.

He let his head rest against the back of the sofa, which gave me the perfect opportunity to slide down between his legs and onto the floor in front of him, a mischevious smile on my face.

Bucky arched his eyebrow as he watched me intensely, quickly catching on to what my idea was. I bit my lip, running my hands up and down his thighs as I sat up on my knees.

I let my fingers dance over his jeans before giving his growing buldge a squeeze which caused Bucky’s hips to thrust up to meet my touch. I could feel my arousal dripping onto my panties as I touched him.

Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave mine as I skilfully undid his belt, moving straight to the button of his jeans and quickly working on the zipper.

I knelt up further between his thighs, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to reveal his abs. I let my lips kiss ticklishly over the newly exposed skin as my hand moved inside his open jeans and passed his underwear.

“I want you in my mouth, Buck.” I told him with a sultry tone, not missing the jolt of his hips as my hand finally reached his bare, hard cock.

The furthest we’d ever gone was dry humping. Maybe a little under the bra boob action but never anything like this. We never had enough alone time. Too many people in the compound meant it was easy for people to get suspicious.

I wrapped my small hand around his thick length, pulling him free from the restraining material as my lips reached his pelvis. I smiled against his skin, a little drop of drool forming in the corner of my mouth as my hand ran up his length. I couldn’t wait to taste him.

“You’re so big.” I whimpered softly, finally lifting my head to look at his cock. My jaw went slack as I took in the beauty of his member. The throbbing red tip that was leaking with pre-cum, his thick shaft with a pulsing vein and soft skin. It was all too much to take in. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and kitten licking his tip.

Bucky grunted when he felt my hot tongue on his cock, fisting at the sofa to stop his hands from grabbing my head and forcing me down his length. His abs clenched as my lips wrapped around his tip, tongue swirling around to collect all of his pre-cum.

“What would your daddy say if he could see you now, baby?” Bucky moaned out with a satisfied smirk on his face. Did my dad like Bucky? Not exactly. Did Bucky like my dad? Not really. Did my dad trust Steve enough to let Bucky join the avengers? Reluctantly, yes. Did I get a thrill knowing that my father, Mr Tony Stark, Mr I-Always-Get-My-Way, would never approve of me and Bucky? Oh, you betcha.

It was one of the biggest reasons we had to sneak around, that and the fact that we both got a thrill out of knowing we had a secret that no one else knew.

I moaned around his tip as a response, causing vibrations through his cock which made his hand come up to rest on the back of my head. He tugged me further down his length gently, which I happily complied with.

I relaxed my throat, my spit coating his length as I took more of him in my mouth. I rested my hands on his thick thighs, his muscles tensing as I started to bob my head up and down.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky groaned, breathing heavily as his head flew back against the sofa. His jaw dropped open, letting his moans flow freely as we were home alone. “Your pretty little mouth feels so good.”

I continued to bob my head, drool dripping down onto his balls as I slid my lips down until his tip hit the back of my throat. A grunt came from him, his jaw clenching as he gripped the back of my head tighter.

The pool of arousal between my thighs was growing with every second, a visible wet patch on the light colour of my tights. As much as I wanted Bucky to push my down onto the sofa and pound my aching pussy, this was about pleasing him.

I lifted my mouth off of him, catching my breath as my tongue glided down his length, paying close attention to the protruding vein. “Bucky,” I dragged his name out with a whine, my tongue running over his neatly groomed balls before sucking on them gently. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Bucky let out a low, animalistic noise as I looked up at his blown out pupils, an innocent look on my face as I moved my lips back up to his tip, opening my mouth so all he had to do was angle his hips and start thrusting.

“You sure about this?” He looked for confirmation and grabbed hold of his length with his flesh hand, the metal one still firmly on the back of my head as I nodded in response and looked up at him in anticipation.

I dug my nails into his thighs as he guided his tip to rub over my lips and tongue, leaving no part untouched. I sighed out in contentment of the attention, closing my eyes as I got lost in the bliss of the moment.

“I love your cock, Buck.” I hummed before taking his tip into my hot mouth, sucking it like a popsicle. He tasted sweet yet so manly. I wanted to keep his velvety length in my mouth forever.

“It’s all yours, doll.” Bucky replied sweetly, the pet name sent tingles between my thighs. He tested the waters, thrusting up into my mouth. I moaned around his cock, my lips running up and down the length as he pulled out almost fully before thrusting back in. “Just let me know if it gets too much.”

I nodded once again, closing my eyes as I tried to relax my throat around his thick length. My nails left marks on his thighs, letting my jaw go slack as he picked up his pace.

Bucky’s balls slapped against my chin with each hard thrust, his hips coming off the sofa to meet the controlled movements of my head. His moans echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on the way my mouth took his length.

I let my tongue lay flat against his shaft, gliding up and down with every thrust. Bucky scrunched his nose as he watched me swallow his cock, now fully fucking my mouth as if it were my pussy.

“You gunna swallow my cum, doll?” Bucky grunted through heavy breathes, a soft slapping sound filling the room from his thrusts.

I moaned around his length in response, his cock twitching in my mouth. His filthy words were turning me on so much I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing, my thighs pressed together to try and find some sort of relief.

I started to move my head down on him harder, meeting his thrusts as I cupped his balls in my hand. I massaged them with my fingers, eager to feel his cum spurt down my throat.

Bucky rubbed his metal thumb over my cheek bone lovingly, his eyes still fixated on my every move. I bravely looked back up at him, whimpering with every jolt of his hips.

I wanted to keep him in my mouth forever, high off of the feeling of pleasing him so much. I moved my hands off of him, letting him take full control as he fucked my mouth.

I lifted my tight top up, letting my tits bounce freely in the cold air of the compound. Bucky moaned, watching my boobs move in time with his thrusts, hard nipples on display for him.

“Fuck.” Bucky panted loudly as I felt him twitch against my tongue. My tongue swirled around his shaft, trying to reach every inch of his cock.

He moved both hands to my cheeks, cupping the sides of my face as he forced me to look up at him as he pounded into me. I closed my eyes as I tried to hold off my gag reflex at the feeling of his tip ramming the back of my throat.

“I’m gunna cum.” He said in an almost panicked tone, both of us not ready for this to be over. But I knew he was close by the sudden lack of rhythm in his thrusts. “Oh, fuck I’m gunna cum.”

I looked up at him through my eyelashes seductively, inhaling deeply through my nose, my heart pounding in my chest as I pushed myself up on my knees. My action caused my head to slide down his cock, fully engulfing him in my mouth as my hands grabbed ahold of this thighs.

I moaned when my nose touched his lower stomach, deepthroating his length as Bucky’s hands flew to the back of my head.

He held me there as his hips bucked erratically, a loud moan errupting from his throat as spurts of hot cum filled my mouth.

Bucky panted through his orgasm as I swallowed every single drop of his sweet nectar. I rubbed his thighs soothingly, lifting my head off of his length slowly as he came down from his high.

His hands dropped from my head, his muscles relaxing as I pulled my top back down, climbing back up onto the sofa next to him.

“Feel good?” I asked softly, a pleasant smile on my face as I rubbed over his metal bicep. I admired his afterglow look as I rested my head on the sofa, hair messy, cheeks pink, pupils blown. He was a sight for sore eyes.

Bucky tucked himself back into his pants, turning his head lazily to face me, the dorkiest smile on his face as he leaned in to peck my lips. “So good.” He mumbled between kisses, his flesh hand gripping my thigh closest to him. “How about I repay the favour?”

I giggled softly as his hand ran up the inside of my thigh, inches away from where I needed him the most. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer as I gave him a quick kiss.

Just as Bucky was about to reach the waistband of my leggings, a voice sounded from down the hall. “We’re back!” Peter damn Parker called out, the others close behind him.

“Shit.” I whispered in a panic, the sudden tranquility of our alone time vanished at the sound of Peter’s voice. It was like being pulled back to reality from an amazing dream.

Bucky and I quickly pulled away from each other with a sigh, trying to make ourselves look presentable as we turned back to the tv that had been forgotten about long ago.

Our time alone together was up, but that didn’t stop the ache between my thighs, so needy after finally getting to see and touch his gorgeous cock. It would keep me up every night knowing that he was just down the hall, so close yet so out of reach, his cock so ready to satisfy me. But not able to do so until we could be alone again. Who knows how long that will be.

“Hey kiddo.” My father patted my shoulder as most of the team walked into the room, all in their own conversations. “Sorry you got left with old cyborg over here. Hope he didn’t freak you out too much.”

“It’s okay dad,” I called back to Tony who had already gotten half way across the room. “He’s no more of a freak than I am.” I smiled cheekily at Bucky who scoffed in response, a proud smirk on his face at the secret that only we would ever know.

[arctickat2400]

Holland Family Brunch <> Tom Holland

Tom’s family had invited you and him over for an evening dinner, which you were on your way to. You hadn’t seen them in forever, with all the craziness of Tom’s job and the stress of your pregnancy. It’ll be nice to just sit back and catch up with them.

You always thought of Tom’s family as your second family. You didn’t have your parents, or any of your close or distant relatives or family to rely on. So, ever since you met Tom, the Holland’s were always there for you. They were the family you never had, and as amazing as they are, they’re the family you always wished you had. Nikki was the best because she was always there to help you, even before the pregnancy. She was always your hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on.

You sat silently in the passenger's seat as you listened to the radio, your favorite song playing. Tom had just turned onto the highway as he set his hand on your thigh, as he always liked to do when you were driving together. A loving gesture like a lot of things Tom does for you.

Just as the soothing, warm feeling of Tom’s hand registered throughout your mind and body, you felt an unusual feeling you’ve never experienced before. You gasped, startling Tom just a bit.

“What? What did I do?” Tom panicked. He was always worried like that when unusual things happened. You found it quite cute that he was so concerned and aware of you.

You looked up at him and his face was drowned in worry as he looked back and forth between you and the road.

“You didn’t do anything. But, I think the baby just kicked.” You said, your face shocked. You placed your hand on your stomach where you felt the kick and looked back up at Tom when you felt it again.

“Really?” Tom’s face was now turning from worry to surprise and excitement as he turned off the highway and pulled over.

“Babe, what’re you doing?” You giggled. Tom turned towards you and molded his hand into the shape of your stomach and you knew what his intention was. You smiled. You looked down at his hand and lifted your hand to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his thick brown hair. You loved to do that, especially since you knew Tom loved the feeling.

Tom looked up at you and his face fell. You knew he couldn’t feel the baby. “Don’t worry, baby. She’ll kick again. Just wait.” You smiled to Tom. You move your other hand on top of Tom’s and move it over your stomach. Just as his hand was over the top of your stomach, you gasped as your baby kicked again.

Both you and Tom looked up together and locked eyes. His smile returned and you felt tears brim your eyes. You could see Tom’s eyes water a bit, too.

“That’s so cool.” Tom said, looking down at your belly. You let out a short laugh. Tom’s smile grew bigger as he leaned up and kissed your cheek.

Y’all stayed parked as you watched Tom rub your stomach, his smile growing bigger with each kick he felt. Just then, he leaned down and kissed the spot on your stomach where he first felt the baby kick his hand.

Tom finally put his attention back on the road and continued traveling to his family’s house. Though, his hand never left your stomach and his smile never left his lips. He’d said he didn’t want to miss another kick if it were to come. And none to your surprise, almost every other minute there was a kick, right against Tom’s hand. You could tell she was already a Daddy’s girl.

Y’all finally pulled into the Holland’s driveway and Tom jumped out, jogging to your side and opening your door. He took your hand and helped you out, the gentleman he always is. He kissed your forehead before you opened the back seat door and took out the casserole you made for a dinner peace offering. Something to thank them for having you over, even though they always say you’re welcome anytime.

You and Tom walked side by side, his hand set gently on the small of your back as he lead you up the stone pathway to the front door. Just before you were about to knock, someone opened the door.

“Tom! Y/N! You’re finally here! We almost started to think you weren’t coming. Come in, come in!” Nikki smiled, ushering you into their beautiful home. Once you were inside, Nikki turned to you and gave you a hug before doing the same with Tom.

“Sorry we’re late. We got a little sidetracked on the way here.” You smiled up at Tom as he smiled down at you, and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kiss the top of your head. You could feel Tom’s thumb graze over your lower stomach, making you blush.

“Well, no worries. We all missed you so much!” Nikki said to you and Tom, leading you out towards the back deck. You set the food on the kitchen island before meeting the rest of the Holland family outside, along with Harrison. They all greeted you with open arms, as always.

There were so many of them, so there wasn’t much seating. Tom sat down on one of the chairs at the table across from his dad and opened his arms up to you after you went to hug Dom, and you sat down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you as you leaned against him.

You always told Tom you were too heavy for him with the extra weight you’re gaining during your pregnancy. But, he always protested and said you could never be too heavy for him. He’s always the sweetest, most caring man you could ever know.

“So, what got you two so distracted while making your way here?” Dom asked with a smile, sitting down after helping Nikki bring out some glasses of water for everyone.

“Yeah, what were you doing?” Harry joked, putting emphasis on the word doing. Harry laughed as Tom pushed Harry out of his chair effortlessly without disrupting you. Harry worked his way back up on the chair, still laughing.

“We weren’t doing anything,” Tom mocked Harry, giving him a playful glare. You just smiled at the brotherly love. “I’ll have you know, we were just admiring a beautiful miracle.” You had never heard Tom talk like that before you found out you were pregnant. You’re still getting used to it, but you thought it was so sweet.

Tom looked back at his mum and dad in front of us. “The baby kicked for the first time on the way here.” Tom smiled, sliding his hand onto your stomach. Just as he did so, the baby kicked again. You couldn’t help your growing smile.

Nikki gasped at the news, her hands flying over her mouth in excitement as she rushed over to you. She set her hand on your stomach.

“I would try on the side.” You smiled, directing your mother-in-law. “The top is Tom’s place.” You giggled, running your hands through the back of his hair. She did as you said, and her smile grew bigger as she felt a kick.

“Oh my, that’s amazing! I remember the first time I felt that with Tom…” You looked down at Tom who was blushing. You leaned down and kissed the top of his head. You thought it was so adorable that he still got just a bit embarrassed by his mom and her stories.

Later, all the food was ready and the table was set. You were starving, your cravings growing day by day now.

As everyone started eating, “Hey, who made this Mac & Cheese stuff?” You heard Sam ask.

“That was Y/N.” Nikki smiled at you. You, of course, smiled back.

“Wow, Y/N, it’s so good. You’re a great cook.” Sam complimented you, taking another bite of your famous dish.

“Thanks, Sam.” You smiled at him. Tom, then, set his hand on your thigh, making you look at him. He winked at you, making you blush.

Soon enough, everyone had made their way back outside to chill out in the cool breeze. You and Tom sat on the porch swing, watching the sun set over the mountains. You leaned up against his side, his arm over your shoulders as he rubbed your arm.

Small conversation was thrown out here and there before it got really late. Your eyes became heavy as you were just about asleep on Tom’s chest, your legs thrown over his. He was talking to Harrison while stroking his fingers through your hair. As Harrison was talking, Tom smiled once he realized you had fallen asleep. He laughed at something Haz said and soon, around 10:30, he decided y’all should head back home.

Tom picked you up gently from your spot beside him without waking you as he straddled your legs on either side of his waist. You absentmindedly wrapped your arms around his neck and he picked you up in his arms, Harrison standing up with Tom. He and Tom went to say goodbye to everyone, thanking Nikki for the nice night.

Nikki hugged Tom as he kissed his cheek. Nikki kissed your cheek as a silent goodbye before hugging Harrison goodbye. You three headed through the house and out the door. Harrison opened the door and held it for Tom. They walked you down the short path to Tom’s car. Harrison opened the passenger door for Tom as he set you inside. You curled up in a ball on the seat and they smiled at you.

“Thanks, mate.” Tom said to Haz, giving him a bro handshake.

“Of course. Anytime. We should hang out again sometime. I barely get to see you anymore.” Harrison mentioned.

“Yeah. I know. We’ll make plans.” Tom smiled.

“Cool. Tell Y/N it was nice to see her again.” Haz smiled back as they gave each other a bro hug.

“Will do. See ya, mate.” Tom answered, hopping into the car as Harrison made his way to his own car.

Tom started the engine and kissed your head before backing out of the driveway and traveling back towards y’all’s home.

[reidingandwriting]

"Deja Vu"

Word Count: ~2300 words

Ship: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (ex/platonic?), Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Warnings: A curse word or two, slightly OOC moments but it is fan-fiction so :)

A/N: I'm in love with this song and had to write this. Popped this baby out in 3 hours, and I'm pretty happy with it. Side note: I created my own timeline for this lmao. Morgan exists, but they don't live in the cabin. Reader is mentioned to be fem once or twice, but reads neutral besides that! Reader is Tony's kid but it could be read as adopted/his bio kid.

“One strawberry ice cream, just for you.” Peter said as he set the cup down in front of MJ, a single spoon dipped in the light pink dessert. MJ immediately started to eat as Peter took a seat beside her, and you and Ned were seated across from the couple at a local ice cream shop you had discovered. The one where you had taken him, where you had convinced him to try the strawberry ice cream instead of the vanilla he always got. You scooped a spoonful of your rocky road ice cream a little too aggressively, unable to eat your favorite ice cream flavor anymore.

“Thanks, Parker, it’s really good.” MJ said and Peter nudged her shoulder.

“Mind if I steal a bite?’

“Of course I mind.” MJ deadpanned and Peter blanched before MJ smirked at him. “Go ahead, loser. Just one.” MJ gave him a look and Peter saluted.

“Scout’s honor.” Peter took MJ’s spoon before he took a bite, and you barely held back the scowl as you looked over at Ned. He gave you a sympathetic smile and tapped his foot against yours under the safety of the booth. You brushed your shoulder against Ned’s while Peter and MJ were too entranced by each other to notice.

“If you get any ice cream on my jacket, I’m burning yours.” MJ’s words were menacing, but you all knew she was (mostly) kidding. Peter scoffed and held his hand against his chest in mock offense, the sleeves of MJ’s jean jacket comedically too short on Peter’s arms. MJ was dressed in Peter’s Midtown hoodie, the same one you had worn just a few months ago.

You thought it would have been funny to switch jackets, knowing your jacket would look funny on him, while you wore Peter’s oversized hoodie. And now here was MJ, wearing the same sweatshirt, while Peter wore her jacket. Have any original ideas, Parker?

“Earth to Y/N.” MJ waved her hand in your face, and you snapped back to the present. “You okay? You zoned out there for a minute.”

“Yeah, sorry. Morgan decided she wanted a sleepover last night, so we just had to build a pillow fort in my room, and that felt fantastic on my back. Almost as great as her practically laying on top of me all night.” You chuckled. “And you know I couldn’t move her, she’s got me wrapped around her finger.”

“And she knows it.” Peter said and you smiled over at him.

“Speaking of Morgan. She’s been asking me all week about if you want to come over sometime this weekend. She’s in a big Lion King phase, and she wants ‘her Petey’ to come have a pajama party with her and have a sing-along. She’s Nala, of course.” Ned snorted and Peter’s face fell.

“I can’t this weekend. MJ and I are having a Glee watch party this weekend, can you believe she’s never seen Glee?” Peter asked and you felt a pang of jealousy in your stomach.

“Oh, really?” You asked. Much like you hadn’t seen it either, until six months ago. “It’s pretty iconic, but also the worst show ever. Singing along is pretty fun, just being annoying. Really fun.” You thought back to when you and Peter were in your room, doing the same thing.

“Don’t stop believing!” Peter stood on your bed, using the remote as a microphone to serenade you. Peter looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes before singing the next line, just as enthusiastically as he did.

“Hold on to the feeling!” Peter cheered and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re so annoying, Parker.”

“As annoying as this show?”

“Almost.”

“Then I’m not quite done yet.”

“Raincheck next weekend, maybe?” Peter asked and you shrugged.

“I’ll have to check with Madame Secretary. She’ll likely be over The Lion King by next weekend, it’ll be ‘baby stuff.’” Your phone buzzed and you excused yourself before checking the text.

Iron Dad: Hey, kid. Are you busy?

You: A little. Why?

Iron Dad: Pep and I have an emergency meeting for work, and Happy’s sick so he can’t watch Maguna

You: I’m on my way. Give me five to say goodbye

Iron Dad: Thanks, Y/N/N. We owe you one

You: You owe me several. Love you

Iron Dad: Love you tons

“I’m sorry, guys, duty calls.” You smiled, albeit a little sadly, at your friends. “I’ll see you Monday at school?”

“We better. We have a project in chemistry due on Monday.” Ned said and you flipped him off.

“Science is my best class, you know I’ve had the project done and Dr. Banner approved since the project was announced in class.” You winked at Ned before waving at MJ and Peter. “See you later, lovebirds.” You internally cringed when ‘lovebirds’ came out more bitter than you intended. With goodbyes exchanged, you left the ice cream parlor, and you bit back the tears you felt beginning to build up. Did he feel it, too? Did he remember that you did that, too? Was he ever going to tell her all the ‘unique’ things Peter’s done were reused, that you had found them first? You wiped at your eyes before you hailed a taxi, and you shoved all your feelings down to be at your best for your little sister.

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“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Morgan barreled down the hall when you stepped out of the elevator, and you barely bent down to catch her in time as she collided with you.

“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan!” You scooped your sister up into your arms and peppered her face with kisses until she was laughing, and your mood immediately lifted at the sound. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”

“Mom’s at work, Dad’s in his room. He’s leaving us.” Morgan pouted and you copied her expression.

“Oh, no. You’re stuck with me tonight. Too bad I’m not tall enough to reach the juice pops in the freezer.” You gasped. “Oh, wait. I am!” Morgan thrusted her fist into the air with a cheer, and you set her down. “I need to go talk to Dad real quick, then we can do almost whatever you want.” You emphasized the almost, knowing she’d ask for something you definitely shouldn’t do, then argue that you said ‘anything.’ You definitely saw a career in law for her when she got older.

“Kay-kay. I’ll go get coloring books, then we get juice pops?”

“Deal.” You offered your pinky out, and she linked pinkies with yours before she ran off to her room. You shook your head fondly before you walked off to your dad’s room, and you knocked on his door before coming in. “Dad?”

“Hey, kiddo. Come on in, I’m just packing a few things for Pep.” You walked over to the bag your dad had packed, and you began to inspect everything. “Have I been approved?”

“I think I need a hug before giving approval.” You opened your arms and your dad happily pulled you into his chest, and he held you close, as if he could sense your feelings.

“Are you okay? Do I need to stay?” Tony rubbed your back and rocked you gently, and you buried your face deeper into his chest, your eyes watering and you gripped his shirt tighter, a habit you developed when Tony first took you in- you always grabbed onto him like he was your security blanket, and Tony quickly learned there was no use in getting you to let go until you were ready.

“No, I’m okay.” Your voice was muffled but you made no effort to move yet. “Mom needs you.” You paused. “You’ll be back soon, right?”

“Luckily we’re just headed to the New York headquarters. I hope we’re home by midnight, but I’ll tell you when we find out for sure.” You nodded and let go of your dad, and he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, and he wiped your tears away with his thumb and the action almost made you cry again. “Ben and Jerry’s and sad movies when I get back, or should I get a few punching bags set up in the gym?”

“Ben and Jerry’s.” Tony nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you patted his arm, telling him he could continue packing. “ Don’t forget Mom’s favorite lipstick. She always keeps one on her, but you can never be too safe.”

“Lifesaver.” Tony said before he went back to packing.

“I should go check on Morgan, let you finish getting packed.” You said and Tony smiled at you, a softness in his eyes reserved solely for you, Morgan, and Pepper.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best big sister?”

“I do my best.” You smile back before leaving. Fingers crossed she hadn’t made a mess already.

--

You laid in bed, scrolling through your camera roll with tears streaming down your cheeks. You pressed play on a video and let out a choked sob as you watched. You and Peter were seated at the piano in the living room, and your fingers moved gracefully across the keys, playing one of your favorite songs that Peter had begged you to play for him. The familiar sounds of Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’ filled your ears, and you sang along as you played. You turned to Peter, nodded at him, and he began to play the same song after you. You hugged him at the end of the song, grinning since he had finally learned it, and you began to play it again, Peter joining you in singing along. Not even that was reserved for you and him anymore, as you had learned recently.

“I didn’t know you played.” You said as MJ took a seat at the piano, Peter seated beside her.

“Oh, I just learned. Peter taught me the one song he knows how to play.” Your heart sank and now Ned was curious.

“What song?” Don’t say it, don’t say it.

“Uptown Girl.” MJ began to play, and you felt your lip begin to tremble. Your song. The one you had taught him. You looked away as Peter quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek after the first chorus, and he whispered something into her ear. You turned to Ned and dove deep into a conversation, refusing to cry in front of them.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and you grabbed the baseball bat you kept by your bed. You would have called for Bucky or Sam, but the pair were off on their own mission. You got out of bed, wiping away your tears, and you walked to the window, bat at the ready. “FRIDAY, who’s getting knocked to next year with my bat?”

“It appears Peter Parker is the one outside your window.” Peter? Of course it was.

“Lights on dim, FRI.” You set the bat down and opened the window, and Peter popped into view. “Peter? What the hell? You almost gave me a heart attack, dude.”

“I’m sorry, I know, sorry. I didn’t plan on coming out here, but I needed to talk to you.” You gestured for Peter to come in, and you suddenly realized how you had to look to him. You were in a shirt you had stolen from Thor- what? His shirt got mixed up with yours, finders keepers. You were in an old pair of sweatpants that were covered in various stains- paint from Morgan, some grease from Tony’s lab, and a bleach mark from where you and Peter were goofing around in the lab and you spilled some mystery chemical on your pants. And let’s not even talk about your puffy eyes and the tear marks on your cheeks from a night of crying.

“About what?” You sat on your bed, eyes not meeting Peter’s.

“About earlier at the ice cream parlor. You seemed really… spaced out. Not yourself. And I caught you scowling once.”

“I didn’t scowl.” You tried to defend yourself but you sighed, knowing he was right.

“And ever since MJ and I started dating, you’ve just seemed different. You’re not, like, jealous, are you?” And you couldn’t help but laugh. Truly laugh, which caused Peter’s brows to furrow. “What’s so funny?”

“You think I’m jealous! Why should I be jealous?” Peter frowned at how you weren’t taking him seriously, and he was confused.

“You know, we had… a thing. Not that we dated, but I mean, we were really close you know.”

“Oh, I know.” Like a switch, your emotions flipped from sad to frustrated in seconds. “And I’m seeing all these ‘things’ we had all over again.” It was Peter’s turn to start getting irritated, and he crossed his arms.

“Oh, really? Like what?”

“Strawberry ice cream at the parlor, you can’t act like we didn’t do that. Trading jackets, we did that shit too. Teaching her piano when I taught you, how do you not get deja vu?” Peter opened his mouth to talk and you held your hand up. “You’ve got a different girl, but there’s nothing new. I discovered those places you take her, I showed you Glee, I taught you the jokes that you tell to her. When are you gonna tell her? She thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused. I know I get deja vu, don’t you?” You had started to cry again, and Peter started to defend himself until FRIDAY spoke.

“Y/N, your father and mother have returned home. You may want to continue this conversation later.” You looked at Peter who wordlessly nodded. He walked to the window, and he paused before he spoke.

“We’ll talk Monday after patrol. Bye, Y/N/N.” You whispered goodbye before he left and you shut the window before you dropped to your knees, letting out broken sobs.

“I get deja vu when she’s with you…”

[ditch-witches]

asa butterfield x reader

request: wasn’t requested, but we wrote this in march and decided to post. we’re opening our inbox to other actors and characters, so feel free to send us a request :)

warnings: mentions of sex (slight), crude language, a family gathering

word count: ~2000

Your grandmother threw open her front door, hair in curlers to match her fuzzy pink slippers. Her face brightened at the sight of you, yet once her eyes fell to Asa it was like you were last year's ham. She nearly hooted in excitement before throwing her arms around him and dragging him inside, Asa’s face furrowing as he looked back at you. You smirked slightly, hanging your jacket on the already full coat tree by the door and kicking off your shoes before meandering through her gigantic house in search of your boyfriend. There were various cousins sprawled out around her living room and hanging out of the archway to the kitchen while watching whatever sport was on TV. 

You furrowed your brows at the group and half of them pointed down the hallway where a round of hollering and an old crackly radio was sounding off. You nodded and moved in the direction they sent you, turning a few corners before going through the sliding glass door in the back, spotting Asa being shown off to several of your uncles from different generations and your older cousins by your small grandmother. You sighed, coming out from behind them and capturing the attention of the group who greeted you with smiles and a few pinches on the arm. The stereotypical conversation questions were thrown around briefly: How is school? How’s the job? Are you hungry? 

Some of the guys were talking to Asa and shaking his hand a ridiculous amount until you finally had enough. “Oma, maybe you should go get ready?” You suggested, finally taking hold of Asa’s arm to pull him from her grasp. She inhaled sharply as if forgetting she was walking around in a housecoat while her guests continued to fill her house. You were sure Asa would already be overwhelmed, him being whisked off was not what you had expected, but he remained smiling, talking to whoever started conversations with him. You couldn’t really believe it but Asa was prospering. 

Before you knew it, the two of you were sat beside each other at a long table of most of your cousins, separate from the massive group of adults, passing food amongst yourself and talking over the polka music that seemed to always be playing from the radio in the living room. You leaned over to Asa as he passed you a basket of rolls. “Are you all right?” You whispered, passing the food again. 

He smiled at you slightly, his icy blue eyes seemingly lighting up even more. “Never better. Relax, okay?” He mumbled, sending you a wink. You hadn’t realized how tensed up you were as you dropped your shoulders at his words. If you weren’t surrounded by family members, you would have kissed him. The meal went on without ripples, listening to how people were doing in school and sitting through several of the members of the family closer to your age tell embarrassing stories about yourself to Asa like it had happened last week, not when you were three and still wearing Garanimals. 

“You’re Asa, right?” One of your middle school aged cousins asked from across the table. She put her chin in her hand, her makeup more intricate than you ever could master. He shook his head hesitantly. “You’re probably so good you don’t use protection. Am I right?” Her almost seductive glance and question made you choke on your water and Asa’s mouth dropped open a bit as the man beside her cackled heavily. 

“Oh, my God,” you breathed. “You can’t say that,” you hissed and she shrugged. 

Her eyes trailed him from across the table. “I don’t hear a ‘no’.” 

You groaned, telling Asa to ignore her through gritted teeth. “You should always use protection,” he answered instead, attempting to hold back his own laugh as you kicked him under the table, sending the man next to her into even greater fits of laughter. 

“Are you staying at oma’s tonight?” Another asked, thankfully one that hadn’t heard the previous topic. 

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, debating if it was too late to get a hotel. “No, I haven’t drawn a card yet…” You mumbled, trying not to alert Asa beside you. 

Your actions were for nothing as he piped up. “What is drawing a card?” 

At his question, several of the cousins attempted to answer at once, urging you to let him be the one to draw this time and you shook your head. “My grandmother has a deck of cards that have locations written on them and whenever there’s a family gathering, you draw a card to figure out where you’re staying. It’s because my dad’s generation all fought over who was staying with Uncle Mike,” you answered, closer to his ear to combat the several voices. “But we should just get a hotel room-” 

“That’s breaking the rules and you know it!” Another cousin yelled, pointing his fork at you. 

You shook your head. “You’re a grown ass man and you still want a shot at staying with Uncle Mike?” You almost snapped, making him shrug. 

“You’re just pissed because you never get it!” He snapped back. 

You shook your head almost dramatically. “What if I didn’t want to stay with Uncle Mike?” 

“Liar!” 

“I like staying with oma!” 

He sent you a sarcastic smile as if to call your bullshit. “Fine then, we’re taking bets on who has to sleep in the tent.” 

You had almost forgotten Asa was there until he piped up. “I have ten on you then,” he quipped and your heart slightly fluttered at him as your cousin pointed to him, leaning over the table aggressively to shake Asa’s hand as the other cousins began saying it was other people. One got up to grab an old pad of paper to take down the bets and you pinched the bridge of your nose between your index finger and thumb. Asa was loving every minute of this. 

After dinner, half of your great uncles were passed out on the couch and your grandmother was shuffling her beat up deck of cards, long past the date it should have been retired. Your heart began to beat slightly, the adrenaline rushing through you as you thought about the bets that were made and the possibility of having to sleep outdoors. You sat on the couch, watching closely as the deck was brought around, shuffled and fanned out for each of the kids. Meanwhile Asa leaned his elbows on his knees, playing Cat’s Cradle with one of your younger cousins. Your leg rested against his as you focused on the cards, maybe it wasn’t the chance that you would have to sleep in a beat up old tent, but rather the rush of competition. So far, most of the spaces in the upper level of your grandma’s house had been taken as well as the spots in your cousin’s. Uncle Mike’s had yet to be completely claimed and the tent still hung in the air. 

The deck came towards you, your grandmother swooping down slightly for the cousin that was entranced by the string game. She drew a card: the top bunk of one of many stacked beds at Uncle Mike’s. Her older brother cheered, knowing that you now had an even bigger chance of getting the tent. The deck was offered to Asa, your grandmother raising an eyebrow. “No, I don’t trust him,” you quickly stated, ignoring his sarcastically hurt expression. The deck was turned to you. “I love you, but you have some of the worst luck.” Your mind raced at what was left and then you realized that Asa would be sleeping with you. Then you prayed to whatever higher being could help you to not give you an upper floor. “We have a lot riding on this,” you muttered as she fanned the cards for you. You drew your card, quickly turning it over and snapping it around towards your cousins who all groaned at the fluent, swirling writing your grandma was known for. 

“Are you kidding!” 

“How?” 

“Fuck! I could have bought a ton of M&M’s with that money.” 

Your grandma whipped around to the last cousin to speak, yanking on his ear quickly and hissing, “Halt deinen Mund!” He put his hands up in defense looking at her with wide eyes and you smirked. 

“Yeah, Halt deinen Mund,” you mocked and she snapped her fingers at you, making you close your mouth quickly before she moved on. You all broke out into a fit of giggles silently, relieved that no one had the tent yet. The one who made the bet with Asa was who you hoped would get it, in all honesty. You finally let out a breath, relaxing completely. 

You snuggled into your seat, crossing your legs and throwing an arm around the section of the back of the couch where Asa was sitting. He leaned back, tucking under your arm slightly, raising an eyebrow in your direction. “And where did we get?” 

You handed him the card. “Oma’s back basement room. There’s a waterbed, but other than that, it’s a win.” 

He chuckled, flipping the card between his long fingers. “That could be fun,” he whispered slightly and you pushed his face away with your hand as he laughed. As the party died down enough that people were heading to their designated spots or out back to set piles of leaves on fire, you and Asa grabbed your bags and headed through the maze of a house to your room for the night and possibly the next. It really depended on how much Asa could actually take of your family. 

Your room was just off the retro bar that was always used around the winter holidays. You thanked whoever was looking out for you up above as you threw your bags down on one of the dated couches and peaked into the newly renovated bathroom. “So, how are you feeling?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips as he slipped his sweater over his head and readjusting his t-shirt. 

“I’m exhausted,” he stated, biting back a wide grin before plopping down into the middle of the bed, it sloshed around under his movements and he giggled slightly before laying back. You perked an eyebrow. “I’m ready. Fuck me on a waterbed,” he jeered, smirking up at you. 

He tucked his arms beneath his head, and you sent him a tilted expression. “You are so strange.”

[wannabe-bella]

Lo-fi

Jesse Swanson (10:24am)

Yo, so we met up with some of the guys from class, they’re chill dudes

Chloe Beale (10:33am)

Hey we’re waiting on you Bec :)

Beca’s eyes adjusted to the brightness of the phone screen as she stared down at the messages. She was confused for a total of 15 seconds before it registered with her that she said she’d hang out with her friends. Her gaze then fell onto the time.

11:00am

Well shit.

“Hey, sorry I was late-” Beca groggily stated 15 minutes later as she stumbled her way into the local café. Her eyes landed on the group of friends tucked away to the side of the room, each staring at her in amusement.

“She’s alive!” Jesse cheered with a goofy grin, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Haha...” Beca said, falling into the empty seat opposite him. Beside him were two of the guys she knew from class, Benji and Donald, and to the left, was Chloe.

“Hi Bec,” Chloe greeted with a smile from beside her.

“Hey Chloe.” The brunette replied, rubbing her eyes in hopes of wakening up. God, she was so tired.

“Late night?”

“Huh?” Beca glanced to her. “Oh... yeah, was working on something.”

“Here,” Jesse’s voice chimed in, making her look to him. He held out a coffee cup, “Thank me later.”

Beca gave him a thumbs up as she took hold of the drink. The girl stared at her coffee cup, breathing in the scent in hopes that it would wake her up somewhat. Taking a sip she relished in the warm liquid that soothed down her throat.

She thought back to the track that she was working on last night. The sounds just weren’t working, and it was bothering her big time. Because if she can’t work on a simple track how the fuck was she going to make it in the industry?

It’s bullshit, she thought. Creative block that is. It’s the cock block of her music. And if she could, she’d whack the shit out of it. But unfortunately, she cannot so she’ll settle for angrily tapping at her laptop mouse pad instead.

Taking another sip of her coffee, her mind wandered to the cliché café music that was playing. Some lofi kind of beat, the kind you’d hear on YouTube to study to. Maybe I could make something like that? She thought, tapping her foot the beat. It was simple enough. You add some electronic piano in and a groovy bassline and you’re good to go. Feels like a cop out though.

Taking out her phone, she noticed a message from her Dad.

Dad (11:25am)

I’ve been called into work, money is at home for dinner. Call me if you need anything

Beca (11:30am)

ok, thanks

Feeling a yawn come on, she tried to hold it in, but to no avail a loud yawn escaped her. The kind that makes you look like you’ve been crying by the tears that has showed up.

“Wakey, wakey!” She heard Jesse say, in a far too annoying tone. He ruffled her hair.

“I hate you,” she grimaced.

“So…?” He raised his eyebrows.

“So, what?”

“Are you up for it?” He continued.

“Up for what?” She took a large sip.

“You weren’t listening, were you….” Jesse stated more than questioned. He rolled his eyes before standing up, “One of you mofos fill in sleepy head over here. I’m gonna get some of that sweet, sweet cake they’re serving.”

They watched as he practically skipped towards the counter. If she were at least 80% awake right now she would have chuckled along with the others. But boy she felt dead.

She began to zone out again until she heard the horrid two words of bowling and movies.

“Wait wha-“

“We’re going bowling soon,” Benji explained, looking rather excited. What a dork. “And then we’re gonna go see that new horror film that came out.”

Beca paused for a second.

“I don’t remember signing up for any of this.” She deadpanned. The redhead beside her let out a little giggle.

“Oh come onnnnn,” Chloe teased, nudging her shoulder slightly. “It’ll be fun.”

“But I’m tired…” The brunette complained with a huff. “How about this, you guys go do that. And I’ll finish my coffee and head back to bed.” She nodded. “Deal?”

“No, no and no,” Popped up Jesse who sat back down, hearing the last part of the conversation.

“I hate you.” Beca repeated from earlier. Yawing once more, jesus Christ at this point, she unintentionally felt her head droop onto Chloe’s shoulder. Leaning it there, she felt herself almost drift off. “This is comfy.” God she was tired.

Seeing the girls exhausted state, the redhead raised her eyebrows.

“Maybe this one is a bit too tired for that today.” She piped up, looking to the boys.

“Nah, poke her with a stick and she’ll wake up,” Jesse chimed in, taking a bite of cake. Donald leant over to steal a bit, much to Jesse’s dismay, ‘go buy yourself some you dick.’

Chuckling Donald, chewed on it, “If the stick doesn’t work, we can throw a bucket of water over her.” He added.

“As amusing as that would be,” Chloe said, nudging Beca off her shoulder, “I think this one should head back home.” Standing she pulled the girl up from the chair. “Come on sleepy.” She hooked her arm through Beca’s.

Making their way to the door, she laughed as the boys mocked crying as they exited.

---

As Chloe was walking alongside the brunette, she realized something. This was the first time it was just them together. Usually, they would be with Jesse.

Her heart started pounding suddenly with slight nerves.

I mean… She had been crushing on the girl for the longest time.

Safe to say Chloe was a nervous wreck incase Beca found out somehow.

But what the redhead didn’t know is that Beca felt the exact same way about her. Fortunately for the brunette though, she was too tired to even think straight, so she groggily stumbled her way up the steps to her house.

Fetching out her keys, she put them in the door before glancing to Chloe who stood staring at the ground. She stepped back and forth anxiously.

“You’re more than welcome to make yourself at home,” Beca said, stepping in through the door. “My dad wont be back until this evening.” She added.

“Are you sure?” Chloe cautiously tip toed into the house. She’d been here before, but never alone, always with Jesse or someone else.

“Yeah of course,” Beca said making her way to the kitchen, Chloe following. “If you want we can put on a movie?”

“I thought you didn’t want to watch any,” Chloe bemusedly piped, accepting the juice pouch from Beca.

“I don’t,” The brunette replied, “But…” She drawled, “You were kind enough to bring my lazy ass back here.”

They both made their way into the living room, Beca half assed pulled up Netflix, before giving the remote to Chloe.

She tried to hold in a yawn but one escaped her.

They settled down onto the sofa, with Chloe starting up some cliché comedy movie. They chatted endlessly for about 10 minutes before going silent and watching the film.

Around 20 minutes, Chloe shifted in her seat as she heard heavy breathing. She glanced over to find Beca passed out, head laying against the back of the cushions.

Chuckling slightly, the redhead shook her head before glancing around for a blanket. Fortunately, one was on the sofa so she threw it around the both of them.

It wasn’t long before she felt herself drift off too, movie long forgotten about.

---

Beca woke up around an hour later with a weight on her shoulder. She quickly came to realize that is no other than Chloe Beale.

Chloe fucking Beale.

Her crush since middle school.

Was laying on her shoulder.

Beca remembered that the girl brought her lazy ass home because she was out of it.

Eyes darting around the room, she debated on what her next move would be. She didn’t want to wake up the redhead. Who, by the way, looked adorable when asleep.

Netflix was playing random movie trailers much to her dismay. She noticed the remote beside her so she switched the TV off.

She stiffened as she felt movement from the girl beside her.

“Mhmm… hi….” Chloe grogged out, voice full of sleep.

“Hey,” Beca replied in a soft tone. “I think we passed out.”

Lazily nodding, Chloe yawned, her head still laying comfortably on the brunette’s shoulder. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Hearing her phone go off, Beca reached for it. She had a few snapchat notifications from the boys. She opened Jesse’s. It was a video of them playing bowling and him getting a strike. ‘And that’s how you do it boys!’ he said in a sassy tone.

Benji had sent a snap of him and Donald with a weird filter. And Donald sent a random video of him zooming in on the bowling ball.

She felt Chloe giggle as she watched the snaps. “They’re such dorks,” She said, snuggling a little further into Beca’s shoulder.

God she’s so cute.

“Are you okay?”

“Hmm?” Beca’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Your heart,” Chloe said, “It’s beating really fast…”

“Ahhh…” Awkwardly running a hand through her hair, Beca glanced to the ceiling, “Uhhh… You know…”

“Uh hmm,” Chloe giggled.

Smirking Beca tipped her head to look at the girl, “What are you giggling at?”

“You,” is all the redhead replied with before using her sleepiness as an excuse to continue snuggling.

[storiesforallfandoms]

love and drugs ~ klaus hargreeves;the umbrella academy

word count: 1805

request?: no

description: in which klaus and his best friend discuss the serious topic of love while high

pairing: teen!klaus hargreeves x female!reader

warnings: swearing, drug usage

masterlist

“Whoa, I just stumbled into a real life porno,” Klaus commented upon seeing Allison and Luther nearly kissing. You snickered at the comment as Klaus’ siblings glared at him.

“Fuck off Klaus,” Allison hissed before closing her bedroom door in his face.

“Fuck off Klaus,” Klaus mocked in a high pitch voice before continuing down the hall. “As if I did something wrong by walking in on my siblings making out.”

“To play devil’s advocate, they weren’t making out yet,” you pointed out.

“Yet is the keyword,” Klaus said.

He pushed his bedroom door open and went straight for his window. You followed, the two of you effortlessly pulling yourselves onto the roof of the Hargreeves manor.

You often forgot just how big Klaus’ house was, but you wouldn’t dare to comment on it to him. To Klaus, this house was a prison, a place of torture at the hands of his supposed father. It made for a great view when you sat on the roof, especially to get high while looking at.

Klaus rolled a joint and lit it, taking the first puff before passing it to you. “Fuck, that shit is good.”

You took a puff and laid back on the roof next to him. You both looked at the sky, a dark blue, almost black, as the sun began to set.

“It’s not that weird if you consider the fact that none of you guys are actually related,” you pointed out as you passed the joint back to Klaus.

He knew what you meant without having to ask. “We still grew up together, we were raised as siblings, we called the same dude dad and the same robot mom for years. We share the same birthday, we may as well be actual siblings.”

“Plenty of people share birthdays, doesn’t mean they’re related.”

“Stop defending Sweet Home Alabama. It’s weird, it weirds us all out.”

You laughed at Klaus’ joke as you tried to take a puff from the joint, causing you to start choking on the smoke. Klaus laughed at you as he took the joint back.

“I suppose I understand it in some way,” Klaus continued. “We’re locked in this house, unable to see any other actual person. They’re both the favourite kids cause they’re the ass kissers, so it makes sense that they’re attracted to one another.”

You put your hands behind your head and stared up at the sky. “Have you ever thought about falling in love?”

It was Klaus’ turn to choke on the puff he was taking form the joint. He began to cough, puffs of weed smoke coming from his mouth every time he did. He coughed so hard, he accidentally dropped the joint and watched it roll off the roof and onto the ground.

“Sad,” he commented, but laid back next to you again. “That’s a pretty loaded question there, (Y/N).”

“I don’t think so,” you responded. “I feel like everyone has thought about love at some point in their lives.”

“Thinking about love, yes. I’ve thought about how disgusting it is that my brother and sister are in love with one another, I’ve thought about how dad doesn’t know what the meaning of love is, I’ve thought about how much I fucking love weed. But falling in love is a much heavier topic.”

On any normal occasion, you wouldn’t have pushed the subject. In fact, you and Klaus rarely had any serious conversations, especially when he dismissed the topic. Most of your time was spent smoking weed and making fun of his family. But you were starting to feel a head rush and the lack of caring about anything leaving your body, signifying that the joint was working its magic and you were pleasantly high.

“I guess it is,” you agreed, “but I still think it’s something everyone has thought about at least once in their lives. Like when you were a kid, didn’t you ever think about growing up and having a wife or something?”

Klaus gave you a funny look. “Did I, the boy that was raised in a mansion with six other kids by an emotionally distant father who built his own robot wife, think about finding a human wife and living happily ever after? No, can’t say I have.”

You began to laugh, as if what Klaus had said was the funniest thing you had ever heard. Luckily, Klaus was just as high as you and didn’t take your laughing to heart. Instead, he smiled as well and began to laugh. You tried to stop but it was nearly impossible. It was like someone had flipped a switch in your body and now you were going to laugh forever, the thought of which caused you to keep laughing.

When you both finally managed to calm down, Klaus asked, “Have you ever thought about falling in love?”

“Of course I have,” you responded. “I’ve been in so many relationships, I think I fall in love once a week.”

“That’s not love,” Klaus told you. “I may not know anything about that feeling, but I know a new flavour of the week every week is not love. That’s you trying to simulate love, or trying to stimulate your vagina.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing again. “Well, I’m failing at that second one, because none of the guys I’ve dated are good at sex. They all either have small penises or don’t know how to use the average sized ones they have.”

“See, that’s not love,” Klaus said, pointing a finger at you almost accusingly. “You’re not looking for a life partner, you’re looking for a guy to please you sexually. Love is looking for someone whose gonna make you happy and who you think will make you happy for life, the sexual pleasure thing is just a side feeling.”

You turned your head to smile lazily at your best friend. “For someone who supposedly doesn’t know anything about love, you sure do know how to explain it.”

“Allison watches too many soap operas and teen romance shows. You pick up stuff from time to time.”

You were both silent then for some time, starring at the sky as both your heads spun from your highs. Between you, Klaus’ hand was lazily outstretched, his palm facing upwards. You dared to look at it for just a moment, letting your eyes dart from his hand, to his face, then back up to the sky to act as though you hadn’t just looked at him.

Trying to test the waters, you slowly lowered one of your hands so that it was inches from his. As if knowing what you were trying to do, Klaus reached out and took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together.

You felt your heart begin to race and you almost wanted to pull your hand away before it started to get gross and sweaty, but you were also at a point in your high where it felt like you had no control over your own body. You just wanted to lay there, holding Klaus’ hand and looking at the sky.

“I’ve thought about falling in love,” Klaus admitted then, his thumb beginning to trace your knuckles idly. “I’ve thought about meeting the right person and leaving this place for good. Moving as far away from the Academy as humanly possible, starting my own family, actually loving and raising my children, not just having them and being in the same house as them and calling that parenting.”

“I have, too,” you admitted as well, your mouth working before your mind did. “I mean, going out and having fun with guys is great and all, but I’d like to meet a guy that I feel like I can settle down with. That I’ll be with for a long time, even if it’s not for the rest of my life. Just someone for me to be with longer than a week.”

“You don’t think you’ve met him yet?”

You turned your head to see Klaus already looking at you, a hurt look in his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said. “I’m sure I have met him, I just haven’t realized he’s the right one yet.”

“How will you know? Or how do you think you’ll know if he is the right one?”

“I don’t know, I think the universe will give me a sign.”

There was a pause before suddenly Klaus rolled so that he was almost hovering over you, and lowered his lips onto yours. You were taken back by the action and almost didn’t know what to do. Do you push him away? Do you kiss him back? Well, you certainly couldn’t just lay there motionless while he kissed you, he’d definitely regret doing it then.

You decided to go with option B and started kissing Klaus back. The hand that had been holding yours slipped under your head, cradling it as his tongue began to poke at your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing Klaus to slip his tongue in and allowing you to do the same.

Despite the chill in the night air, you were starting to feel warm. So warm you were debating on taking your clothes off, and Klaus’, but you knew it was a bad idea to do that on the roof of his house. Instead, you pulled away, biting at Klaus’ lip as you did so, causing him to chuckle.

“Was that a good enough sign?” he asked as he rested his forehead against yours.

“All these times that we’ve hung out, alone, and have gotten high, and you waited till now to do that?” you asked, teasingly.

“How am I supposed to initiate a kiss when usually we’re so baked we don’t even know how to control our own bodies?” he asked. “I thought this was the perfect time, considering we were talking about love and all.”

“So you have thought about being in love?”

“I have, with my best friend. We’re a walking teen romance cliché, Allison would lose her shit.”

You giggled and lifted your head enough to capture Klaus’ lips again. You could get used to kissing him.

“I know this is probably moving too fast,” he told you, breaking from the kiss once more, “but do you wanna go back inside and make sure I pass the sexual pleasure test before we go any further?”

You smirked at him and responded, “Duh, what kind of stupid question is that?”

Klaus stood so quickly he almost toppled off the roof, you had to take hold of his hand to make sure he stayed up right. He pulled you to him again, kissing you once more, before the both of you climbed back into his room and closed both the window and the curtains.

[justjessame]

Avery Emerson Clay: Could I Interest You In A Nice Beating Instead?

I know what most of you are thinking - if Clay were in my position (or Dad, or Hell even Jake) they would probably NOT rush into poking and then fighting the bear that tried to do a reverse Goldilocks in my bed, but you know what? I’m NOT Clay OR Dad OR Jake for that matter. I’m Avery Emerson Von Houton Clay (yes, I DID go full heiress title) and I was PISSED off.

“You’re adorable,” Max scrunched up his nose as he took in me standing next to MY bed, feet shoulder width apart, ready to take on his pansy ass. “I’m not going to fight you, Avery. No matter how badly you want me to.” I glared down at him. “Come here, sit down, you’re cute, but you really don’t want to try me, sweetheart.” He actually patted MY bed, like I was a puppy and he OWNED it. “Come along.” If my eyes got any narrower, I was pretty fucking certain I would be as nearsighted as Jake without his glasses.

I considered attacking him on the bed, but then took a deep breath and realized that the entire point he was making was that we were ALIKE. OK, so Avery, let’s try to BE LESS like this dick. Let’s try to tap into the other part of our genetic makeup - the commando part. Time to play WWFCD? (What Would Franklin Clay Do?) Either the OG or the Sequel would probably try to gather more intel, which meant, as much as I’d rather rip my own limbs off and bleed out - I guess I’d be joining Max in my bed again. Fuck.

Relaxing out of attack mode, I sat down on the edge of my bed. “Avery,” Max sounded like he was bleeding patience and I wished like hell that he was just bleeding. “That doesn’t look very comfortable. Come now, up here next to me.” He patted the spot next to him and I contemplated biting him, since he was treating me like a bitch, why fucking not? He grinned and I had a dark feeling that he knew what I was thinking. “Let’s save the biting for when we’re a little more comfortable with one another, shall we?” I suspected that he was trying to sound seductive, just like Mom had asked if he’d been in the elevator, but all I could think about was how he was a shitty substitute for Jake.

Play along, I told myself, and scooted up to sit next to him against my headboard. “Better?” I asked, and fought against flinching when he reached out and took my hand in his. Linking our fingers, I allowed it, but again his soft and perfectly manicured hands were a far cry from the hands that I wanted touching me. “Will you tell me where my cats and dogs are now?”

“Your pets are fine, Avery.” Again, like with Rose he acted like they didn’t matter - to him they didn’t. “A sedative that I had triple checked by a very expensive vet was added to their food and water - they’re in kennels and they’re being monitored by the best that money can pay for.” But not by me, I thought, and they would be terrified. “You’ll be reunited with them, I promise.”

“Mom and Dad?” My mom’s bracelets, that she still wore after ALL these years, came to me in another flash of terror. Please don’t let this idiot have given her something worse to wear instead. And Dad? God, please don’t let him be TRULY retired.

“Again, safe. Quiet and tucked away.” His fingers were tracing my skin, and I felt like I was being touched by something slithery and gross. “Your father is quite the fighter - I can see where Clay gets it from.” A twist of fear hit me low. “Tranq darts can stop the biggest badasses in their tracks, lucky for him.” Fuck. “As for Clay - and his team.” The icy chill of real terror creeped down my spine. “You have to know, Avery, I cannot let them live. Any of them.”

I thought about what he was saying, what he wasn’t saying as well - while he was touching me and considered Clay and Dad - how we worked in the library even while this asshole and his dunces listened in. I’d done it, clearly, I’d pushed hard enough to get him out in the open. Sadly it worked a little TOO well, but what could I do to fix it?

“Tell me about yourself?” His jacket, folder, file - the intel on Max was miniscule. But he wanted me to think we were MEANT to be - destined - soulmates, right? So prove it. “Who are you?”

“Me?” I nodded, twisting our hands so I was touching HIM now. Tracing the lines of his veins, the lines that the so-called psychics at the carnivals would have called his life lines or love lines, trying to show him that I was gaining interest in US. “What do you want to know?”

“Where are you from? What do you do? Who ARE you?” I looked up at him from under my lashes, keeping myself from batting them - let’s not overplay our fucking hand here. “If you want me to believe that you WANT me, Max, then I should know YOU, shouldn’t I?”

He studied me, clearly looking for any sign that would trigger his bullshit meter, but you know what? Max wasn’t a Clay and he clearly didn’t have the internal lie detector that we were born with, because instead of tossing my ass onto the floor and getting the fight started, he cupped my cheek and started talking. Fucking amateur.

I listened to every single word that Max said, and honest to fuck, once I got his ass talking he seemed to LOVE the sound of his own voice. The epic tale of where Max began and ended went on and on and on - I nearly went fucking batshit listening. But I had to, because I knew, from being raised at the elbow of Franklin Clay Senior and following Franklin Clay Junior around like a puppy begging scraps that every single target will eventually tell you exactly where their weakness lies - all you have to do is LISTEN.

I wasn’t only looking for how to hit him hard, mostly because I knew that if I could do what I really was working toward - Clay would do that - but I wanted to know if MY actual plan would work. If what I wanted to try would have any type of chance in the flames of hell of working. And as I listened, I thought that it might, if only to save one - but I only had to save ONE. Because I knew if I could save ONE - like dominoes the others would follow.

“Pooch,” Max’s eyes locked on mine, I’d actually gotten closer to him by the end of his tale and I was almost curled onto his lap - my hand on his heart and our faces inches apart. “He just became a father.”

“I know,” he looked at me as if he was waiting for me to explain why I’d bother telling him something he knew about and could give two shits about.

I bit my lip and let my fingertip trace his lower lip. “I think it would be incredibly sad for his son to grow up without a father -” he started to argue, but I stopped him by tapping his lips with that same finger. “Aisha is after you for having her father killed, isn’t she?”

Max considered what I was saying. “She’s an adult, Avery, Pooch’s son is an infant.”

“Infants grow up,” I murmured, letting my eyes drift to his lips as if I wanted so badly to taste him - ew - but I needed to keep up the game. “And when boy children grow up knowing their fathers were killed in less than fair conditions -” Plant the seed, water it, wait for it to take root.

He grew quiet and I waited for a few beats, but I knew eventually I was going to have to sweeten the deal. As badly as I wanted to NOT have to. “You think that Pooch’s son could be a threat one day,” before he could consider killing another child, I nodded and then moved in, moving my finger and nudging his nose with mine. Letting our lips meet, taking him off guard, I shut my eyes and let him take over.

I never quite understood that old quote “Shut your eyes and think of England.” Yeah, I get it now. It wasn’t that he was a bad kisser, it was just that I’d rather kiss the ass end of one of my goats. But I had to pretend, and fake it like I’d never in my life faked anything in my life. Giving a slight moan, letting my tongue touch his, even nipping his lower lip - but the entire time I was also telling my stomach to NOT empty into his mouth.

When I pulled away, panting a little heavier than I needed to, Max looked at me like he was thinking he made the right choice and I was thanking God that he was an idiot.

“I think that if you gave Pooch his family and an incentive to live happily ever after with them, he’d walk away and never glance back at you or this entire fucking situation,” I whispered when we both were ‘recovered’ from our first kiss. “Please?”

“Are you bargaining with me, Avery?” Max was smiling, not smirking, not mocking - he was just asking me if that was my game.

“Yes,” I answered with a nod. “I am, because if you want me to walk off with you into the sunset - after you kill my brother and -” I ignored the flash of pain I felt at the thought of Jake. “his team, then ONE new father shouldn’t bother you.”

“One new dad,” his thumbs were sliding under my eyes and I waited. “Pooch for Clay?” I waited. “You would give up your own brother for him?” I didn’t answer. “Alright.”

“OK,” I agreed, swallowing and hoping against fucking hope that Pooch would understand my fucking plan without hearing it.

“But,” he drew my attention back to his face. “We have to finalize it -”

I nodded, thinking we’d shake hands or whatever - I’d sign something stupid.

I wasn’t expecting him to start pulling my tank straps off my shoulders, his lips meeting my skin. “Consummating our relationship is the perfect way to do that, isn’t it, Avery?” FUCK. Literally.

[feistypaants-archived]

Between The Pipes [Chapter 6]

Rating: M Words: 2272 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: not particularly happy with this one but ready to move on lol... i hope that their dislike of one another bc of a misunderstanding is fine. :^) i realized i never really plotted the why but here we go i hope it’s FINE........

Enjoy!

Anna was waiting patiently outside the locker room, scrolling mindlessly through her phone when Sven jogged towards her, out of breath and flushed. “Hey, Anna.”

She smirked and waved, tucking her phone back into her jacket pocket before he continued.

“So, something came up.” Coming to a stop in front of her, he took in a deep breath and stood up straight, his hands pushing against his lower back. “I can’t do lunch today.”

Disappointed but understanding, Anna set her mind on going home and practicing alone. He’s been more than accommodating, it’s only fair that she not be upset about him canceling once. “Oh, well —“

“But!” He interrupted, grinning. “Kristoff is going to help you instead.”

“What? Oh,” Anna held her hands up in front of her chest, shaking them back and forth. She was certain her eyes were practically popping out of her head. “Oh, we can just reschedule it’s really fine, it’s…”

And then from behind her, a low and smooth voice. “Tell me how you really feel.”

Her lips pressed together, cutting off her rambling words, and she turned slowly to look up at Kristoff, freshly showered and staring down at her with a cocked eyebrow, his still damp hair falling in his eyes. “Oh…” She stood straighter, coughing quietly before continuing. “Hello.”

“Hello.” He shuffled uncomfortably, eyes darting between Sven and Anna before he shoved off the wall he was leaning on, and gestured over his shoulder. “Should we go?”

Anna flushed, glancing back at Sven with panic in her eyes, frustration growing as he only offered a sheepish grin in reply. He turned back to Kristoff, standing straighter as her eyebrows furrowed together. “You really, really don’t have to do —“

“It’s fine.” He ran a hand over his hair, shaking it out as he turned on his heel to walk out the back exit. “I’m starving. And I hear you’re buying.”

Taken aback at his boldness, Anna was frozen for a moment before she could even think to follow him. “Oh. If I’m paying…” She turned back to Sven quickly, offering her best why-did-you-do-this-to-me grimace, and then hurried down the hallway behind the goalie. “I definitely have a limit.”

A satisfied smile pulled at her mouth as he set his jaw, seeming to be holding back a smirk of his own. She waved back at Sven as he excused himself, and she could swear she heard him singing some jingle, but it was just as likely she was imagining it. “Back to the pub?” She asked, finally catching up to his long strides. He only nodded in reply.

Until he said “we can take my car.”

Anna flushed, pointed over towards her vehicle on the other side of the lot, ready to insist on taking different cars, but realized he was paying her no mind anyway and quickly followed closely behind. It was a simple Ford pickup, deep blue with silver trimmings, and Anna found herself surprised that he didn’t have something more expensive. It was… really nice, actually, that he didn’t buy something extravagant. 

Not without effort, she managed to climb her way into the cab, and let out a huff of air as he chuckled, turning the engine over. 

“Men who lift their trucks are clearly compensating for something,” she mumbled, more to herself than anything as she reached up and over to buckle herself in. When she looked back up, his eyes were trained on her, a smirk pulling at his lips. “What?”

His gaze ran down her body, making her blush before he shrugged. “Nothing.” 

This was a bad idea. He was a bad idea. 

The truck started up with a low rumble, and Anna couldn’t help but keep her eyes locked on his profile. He was focused, but drove smoothly, the wheel sliding slick between his fingers as it spun back to place. She could see him working his jaw, as if he was trying to come up with something to say. It still startled her slightly when he finally spoke.

“So…” He coughed once, easing himself into it. “What brought you here?” He mumbled, glancing over at her once before returning his eyes to the road. 

Anna shouldn’t have been surprised, really, that that was all he could come up with. “... My father bought the team, and we all moved here.”

He coughed again, tense, but then shook his head with an uncomfortable laugh. “Right. I mean, you’re old enough to live on your own, right?”

Rolling her eyes, Anna slumped back against the door. “Not with a father like mine,” she muttered, her voice hardly above a whisper.

“What?”

“Nothing.” A sigh. “I do live on my own. Just wanted to stay close to family, I guess.”

Kristoff was clearly out of his element here, and she figured if he was giving it a shot, why couldn’t she? Anna had always prided herself on her ability to create small talk out of nothing. Sure, sometimes she probably just annoyed people into talking to her, but the end result was the same, right?

She tried a simple “are you from around here…?”

He stopped at a red light and squinted his eyes, trying to see the light through the high sun beaming through the windshield. “No.”

So he wasn’t trying that hard. Maybe something a little more engaging? “Why did you start playing hockey?”

His grip tightened on the wheel, and Anna bit at her lip as she watched him. It was almost as if he didn’t want her to know anything about him. As if he was dead-set on not revealing a single thing about himself. But then he let a soft, hardly audible answer slip out. “My dad played.”

Okay, they were getting somewhere now.

“It’s nice to have something in common with your parents, isn’t it?” She couldn’t relate, but that feeling was easy enough to fake. Just the opposite of how she really felt. 

“Yup.”

And that was it. No more revealing answers would come from Kristoff. But she figured they were close enough, that she would try again when they got settled. Worst case, she’d try again after he had a few drinks in him. 

When they finally got to the pub, they had sat in silence for a while. They ordered food and drinks, and sat across from one another, avoiding talking for as long as possible.

But Anna couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay, so…”

Kristoff’s brows shot up as he looked at her.

“We were going to go over penalties, today, and maybe a mock interview, so I could practice…?” 

He seemed bored, disinterested, straight up annoyed to have to be here. But he had agreed to it, and Anna was going to make him help her even if it took all night. 

Swallowing her own frustration, Anna bit at her bottom lip while trying to ignore the way his eyes dropped to her mouth and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. She was stupidly attracted to him, and it made her angry because he was a obviously a jerk . 

“... But instead, maybe you could tell me specifics about being a goalie?”

Kristoff let out a breath of a laugh and shrugged. “I don’t know. You stop pucks.” He leaned back, stretched his arm across the back of the empty chair that sat between them, and shrugged. “That’s pretty much it.” 

“Oh, come on. There’s clearly technique to it.” Anna was going to try , even if it killed her, to get him to have a conversation with her. 

“... You want me to tell you all the ins and outs of being a goalie?” Now he seemed annoyed, as if she was asking too much of him.

“No…” Anna swallowed and slumped into her chair, biting at the nail on her thumb. A heavy silence fell between them again. What was she supposed to do? He clearly didn’t want anything to do with her. But they drove over together, so it seemed she was stuck.

But then she recalled that she didn’t ask him to come. He agreed to it without her involvement at all. 

“Why did you even agree to this?” She wasn’t sure she wanted him to hear, and she could hear her voice dropping low as if to hide behind the noise in the restaurant.

But it still seemed to catch his attention. He sighed and cracked his neck before lifting one hand in the air, gesturing vaguely around them. “I promised Sven I’d try to be nice.”

Scoffing, Anna rolled her eyes and slid further down her seat. “You’re doing a great job.”

Kristoff rolled his eyes and leaned forward, laying his forearms on the table as his hands met in between them. “At least I’m here .”

“What good is that if you’re just going to ignore me and shut down any conversation?” Her voice was flat as she turned her attention to the other side of the pub, lifting the glass and tiny straw to her lips. She half expected him just to ignore her anyway, to continue on drinking his beer, pretending she hadn’t even spoken. But she could still feel his eyes burning into the side of her face.

Kristoff’s jaw was set as he stared her down, eyes narrowing. “Look, I just…” His hands moved to his lap, pressing down against his knees. “Why are you doing all of this?”

She continued to stare across the way, hoping to give him a taste of his own behavior. Why was she doing all of what ?

“You obviously don’t need to learn this stuff.”

That bothered her enough to make her turn back to face him. “Why do you say that?”

If he rolled his eyes one more time she thought they would stick there permanently. 

“You just…” he gestured vaguely at the entirety of her, and scoffed under his breath. “You clearly get whatever you want. And they obviously won’t fire you if you suck.”

She swallowed thickly, sitting up higher in her chair. Anna could feel heat radiating off of her face, but hoped with everything in her that he couldn’t see it. He really didn’t know anything, did he? He didn’t know her , but he was acting like he did.

“I just think it’s shit that you got this job because of your daddy .”

Anna stood, then, smiling. She felt how it contorted her features, felt how wild she must have looked, with the chair pushed out a foot behind her, eyes wide and grin pulling tight at her cheeks. “Well,” she sighed, reaching behind her to grab her wallet and pull out some cash, leaving what she hoped was enough plus a generous tip on the table. . “Look at the time. I have to go tell my father how the team is doing.”

Ah, yes, there was the panic she wanted to see. “Wait, I —“

“I’ll make sure he knows what a good help you’ve been, Kristoff.”

And then she left, bag clutched between her fingers. She wouldn’t cry. She definitely would not cry. Not when she tripped on the curb on her way out. Not when he didn’t follow her to apologize. Not even when she remembered that he drove them there, so she had to find a way back to the rink that wouldn’t humiliate her.

She was good at not crying. She was good at pretending she was okay.

—

Anna skipped the rink for a couple of days. She had called Gerda, asking if she wouldn’t mind if Anna took a long weekend. There wasn’t much for her to do until pre-season anyway at this point, and Gerda seemed to be content with what Anna had already picked up, so she allowed it, just this once , she emphasized. 

Sven had texted her, asking how lunch went. Assuming Kristoff had already told him about the disastrous attempt at bonding , Anna just sent back a shrugging emoji and left it at that. There was clearly no hope that Kristoff was ever going to be nice to her, and Anna was working on accepting that. She had always been used to being handed whatever she wanted, just like he said, but being disliked because of who her father was… that was a new one. 

At least, in her head it was. Usually if people didn’t like her, they pretended they did until she was out of earshot. Up until now, she had thought she was okay with that. 

In the end, Anna had almost felt bad for pretending she had any say in what her father did with the team, but the alarm that had rang through his eyes had been satisfying. Kristoff was wrong about her, there was no doubt in her mind. Maybe she had been handed a job, but she always took pride in her work, always made an effort to be the best she could be. If he gave her a chance , he would see it. If he spent half as much time paying attention as he did with his head up his ass, he’d be well aware that she was here, trying her best with what she was given.

She didn’t ask for this job. She would never ask to be given something she didn’t deserve.

Anna was going to put in the effort to make sure she did deserve this, in the end. She was going to prove that to everyone who ever thought she was just a spoiled girl.

She was going to prove it to her father.

To Kristoff.

To herself .

She deserved this job.

She was going to kick ass.

[glitterdreamsz]

Wrapped Around Your Fingers (Part 1)

Pairing: Roger x reader, Brian x Reader Summary: Roger and (Y/N) usually hooks up and made it clear that there will be nothing more than sex. But what happens when Brian asks reader out? A/N: I AM FUCKING BACK!!! I missed you so much guys and i am so happy to be back here after a really shitty and depressing time, i swear i won’t disappear again. I hope you will like this series. And don’t worry, me writing something new doesn’t mean that i won’t keep writing A Penny For Your Thoughts and dad!roger stuff Warnings: smut, swearing, bad writing, english is not my first language so grammar mistakes Words: +2.3k

October 2019 “(Y/N)!” Mary greeted hugging you tightly. “Sorry, I’m late, as always” you said chuckling “Been stuck at work once again” “Oh don’t apologise to me” she nudged your arm and let you walk in the apartment. There were orange, black and red decorations everywhere, you could tell that Freddie really tried his best for that Halloween party. “But maybe you should apologise to that blonde fella down there” Mary said gesturing towards Roger who was sipping his drink while talking with Freddie “He kept grumbling where you were and why you didn’t come at the studio like you said you would have” You shook your head smiling “Then I’d better go over there before he will come at the museum looking for me.” Both girls walked to the two guys who were talking about some new music for their band “Here you finally are!” Freddie exclaimed once he saw you “Right in time for taking a picture of us” and with that, he took Mary’s hand pulling her close to him and next to Roger. “Nice costume Rog” You chuckled putting the camera in front of your eye and looking at the drummer who was wearing a clown hat and a giant wooden ribbon.

“Shut up” he groaned after you took the picture “At least I dressed like something and not wearing a boring black dress. Let me guess, should you be a sexy witch?” he smirked walking closer to you. “Excuse me?” You lifted up some rose steams that you were holding in your left hand “I’m Morticia Addams, how can’t you get it?” “Oh so original” Roger joked “But as soon as you put those flowers down you’ll become a witch.” he said wrapping his arm around your waist and moving you closer to his body. “A very sexy one” he almost whispered in your ear. “I got it” you chuckled “This dress shows out my boobs, you don’t need to remark it for the whole night.” “I could remark though the fact that you didn’t reply to any of my messages nor any of my calls today. You  were supposed to come to the studio, we recorded some new stuff.” He made it sound like he was offended but you knew that everything was fine since you at least showed up at the party. “I had to work more than I thought and you know, you aren’t supposed to answer your phone while you’re working.” “I still wonder how you manage to work all those hours, don’t you ever get tired?” “No” you shrugged “I like my job.” “Don’t you ever get tired of talking about some paintings done by other people every single day?” “I studied for it Rog” you smiled “I like talking about painting to other people.” “Have you two done being antisocial?” Freddie broke your conversation and as you turned around you could see that John and Brian were standing next to him. “Hi (Y/N)” Deaky greeted you with a nod of his head. “We have never met before” The tall curly boy said “But I’m Brian” he reached out to shake your hand and you smiled while doing it. “Yes, we’ve never met before but I could say that I already know who you are. I’m (Y/N) by the way.” “Wait, you’ve never met Brian?” Freddie asked almost shocked. “No” Roger answered for you. “He spent the last months in the hospital and at home because of his hepatitis and that never made him met her before.” When people saw you and Roger they thought you knew each other for years. Truth is that you’ve met him only five months ago. You broke up with your boyfriend and you wanted to have only girls night out with your friends. That night you ended up in a pub in which this band Queen was playing. By the end of the show you were pretty tipsy and what you remember was that you went home with the drummer of the band and you had quite an eventful night. That wasn’t, though, the last night you saw him. He asked for your number and texted you any time they had a gig around the town. Neither you nor he wanted anything serious, you just came out of a three years old relationship and he, well, he was all about rock and roll and groupies. So that was the agreement you came out with: only sex, no feelings. You could be good friends but nothing more. “So, now that we all know each other, who wants a drink?” Freddie asked with a bottle of wine in his hand “Let’s get this party started!” he almost shouted for how excited he was. ***

“Let’s go home” Roger whispered in your ear. Those words gave you goosebump and you didn’t know if it was because you already knew what would have happened at his flat or for the atmosphere that there was at that exact moment. His cologne filling your lungs, your back pressed against his chest, your hips that swang against his, his arms wrapped around your waist. “Now?” you asked as you didn’t stop moving to the sound of the loud music. “Everybody’s still here.” “And so?” “So, everyone will see us leaving and they will definitely know that we left to have sex.” “Since when do you care?” “It’s just that it’s Freddie’s party.” “You haven’t been at my place for the whole week because of your job.” His lips started to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. He knew all your weak points. “And I really need you, right now” Roger proved his point pressing his hips closer to yours and you bit your lower lip as you felt his hardening against your bum. “I have to find Freddie and let him know that we’re leaving.” You could feel Roger smirk against your skin when those words left your mouth. “Don’t worry love, I’ll text him later that we were in a rush but we enjoyed his party.” You didn’t have the time to object since Roger took your hand and made his way to the door. “My car’s on the back” he said handing you your jacket “Wait for me here outside. You just nodded and walked outside the main front door. “Already leaving?” You turned around and saw a tall figure next to you, Brian. “Yep, Roger was getting a bit bored.” ****

It was all a rush. The door slammed behind Roger’s back as his lips were on yours, your hands through his hair as you pulled him closer. You didn’t want to waste any time as your fingertips started to unbutton his shirt. You have both waited a whole week for this, you weren’t sure if Roger had slept with any other girl in the meantime but you surely didn’t see any other guy, you were way too busy to see anybody else. Your lips found their way down to his chest which was moving up and down with his heavy breaths “Let’s go to my bedroom” Rog managed to say as his arms pulled you up and guided you down the hallway. In just a few seconds your clothes were off, just as were Roger’s, both of your eyes full of lust, both of your hands couldn’t leave each other’s body. You stepped to his bed pulling Roger with you, you left some bites on his neck as he hovered you. Your hand went down to his shaft and started to move back and forth. Roger laid his head against your shoulder as some soft moans left his lips. “Let’s not tease, let’s just fuck, it’s been a whole week since I’ve done anything” “Then…stop wanking m-me” the blonde managed to say. “Or I’ll come” “Wow Roger Taylor, are you really this weak?” you teased him, a smirk on your face. “You’re not the only one who didn’t have sex for a whole week.” He told as his hand went down to stop yours from its actions. “No groupies?” you frowned. “Will you just shut up?” “Or?” you smirked teasing him. “Just shut up” Roger mumbled as his lips found yours and his hand reached down your wrist to stop your movement and remove your hand from his hood. Your fingertips were pressed on his back as you felt him slide inside of you, his forehead pressed against yours as his breaths became heavier. “Fuck, I missed this” Roger managed to say. You moved your hips upwards as to tell Roger that you wanted him to move “Already so eager?” he asked still not moving, he wanted to feel you as much as he could and needed some time not to come too soon. “Will you just shut up?” you mocked him trying to mimic his voice tone. Roger shook his head chuckling as he started “Happy now?” You pulled him closer to you and kissed him “Shut up” you mumbled as the kiss deepened. “Let’s change position” Roger suggested as his lips were on the valley of your breasts. “What were you thinking?” “You on top” “Oh, you want to keep it vanilla today.” You couldn’t help but keep making jokes about him. That’s how you managed to make the sex less intimate, to see it just as simple sex between two people who just hook up and nothing more. But that wasn’t what Roger was showing at the moment when you were riding him and he decided to sit up. You have never been this close during sex, with your chest pressed against his. His hand reached for a lock of your hair and put it behind your hear, his eyes locked on yours as his thumb traced your lips, this was all new. And you didn’t know what was happening but that didn’t make you run away, it was comfortable, it made your heart beat faster but it was fine.

*****

“Where are you going?” Roger asked as he watched you getting up from his bed and recollecting your clothes. “Home?” you replied as if it was the clearest thing. “Stay the night.” “It’s not what we do” you said looking at him while putting your panties back on. “I know, but it’s four am and I don’t want you to get kidnapped by someone.” He retorted reaching for the cigarettes that were on his bedside table to smoke one of them. “I’ll call an uber and it will arrive just here at your flat so no one will kidnap me.” You moved closed to him and stole the cigarette from his fingers and took some drags. “Come on” he groaned as he sat up “We will see each other tomorrow again, there’s no need for me to stay here.” His hands reached for your hips and you could feel his calloused fingers against your naked skin. Roger made you move between his legs. “Stay” he insisted as his lips left some kisses on your belly and down to your hips bones. “Plus I’m hard again, so there’s a reason for you to stay. “Roger” you chuckled running your hand through his hair as you took another puff of his cigarette. He took that as a positive response and laid back in bed pulling you down with him causing you to laugh.

****

“Morning” Roger greeted you as he held his head up with his hand, his eyes on your naked figure. “Morning.” You smiled as you rubbed your sleepiness away from your eyes. “Did you sleep well?” You nodded in response “Even though you kept stealing my blankets.” “Was that the reason why you snuggled on me?” He had a cocky grin on his lips and you kicked softly his leg to make him shut up, but that only made him laugh. “Don’t you have rehearsals today?” You asked pretended to be offended by his behaviour. “Yes” “And don’t you have to go then?” Roger looked at his phone “I still have one free hour.” “And you have nothing better to do rather than making fun of me?” He snorted acting annoyed “Can I make an important question now?” You nodded looking at him. “What does a poor guy have to do to get a blowjob in the morning?” “I don’t know” you shrugged. “Maybe ask for it in a nice and polite way.” “(Y/N), could you please suck my dick?” he pouted pretending to look cute. “Fine” you sigh trying not to laugh “But only cause you said please.” And with that, you got under the bedsheets.

*******

“Your friend, (Y/N)” Brian said as he put his guitar back on its case. “Hmh” Roger mumbled as he kept a cigarette between his lips and started to pack his drumset. “She seems nice” “Yeah, she’s pretty cool” the drummer nodded not paying attention to his friend. “What’s going on between you two?” Brian asked once he closed the guitar case. Roger turned around to face him, a frown formed on his face. “What do you mean?” “You know, are you two dating? I mean, you seemed quite close” “No” he took another drag on his cigarette “We just fuck, that’s all, nothing more.” “Oh” Brian sat on the floor and drew some imaginary lines on the floor “So, you don’t care if she goes out with other guys?” Roger just shrugged as he kept working on his drum, not understanding why Brian wanted to know so much about your relationship. “Because you know, I was thinking.” The guitarist started to stutter “Would you be mad if I asked her out?” Roger suddenly got up taken aback from what the guitarist just said and that made him hit his drum cymbal with his head. “Fuck” he cursed massaging his scalp. Why did Brian want to date you? He just met you at the party, yes you were drop-dead gorgeous but he didn’t even know you so well. And fuck, Roger just said that you two have sex together so why would Brian want to go on a date with someone who bangs his bandmate? Roger looked at his friend and replied “No, you can ask her out if you want to.”

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Say It Again (SMUT)

anonymous said: could write a smut that features joe mazzello where he has a HUGE impregnation kink plssss

(a/n: the impregnation kink scares me as a baby hater but also would let any of them ­take me raw so I am… conflicted. Anyways here u go heyooo i’m back for a moment - finishing up all the requests in my inbox and then i should have requests open sometime next week!!!!)

You found Joe’s fetish by pure accident, in a completely joking moment. Well, it was a completely joking moment at first. How quickly it would turn into more was something you never anticipated – even then, the situation it led to was a welcome surprise.

It was obvious he’d always wanted to be a dad. His nephews were his world, and he went into full dad mode every time he was around them. So, of course, kids were in the cards for you two – however, you were holding off because you wanted to make sure the time was right before you jumped into something so serious. But you never would have guessed that you getting pregnant was something that got Joe so wired. And in the heat of the moment, you realized that maybe it was something you were ready for.

“I just think that maybe the German team deserved better, sue me!” Joe threw his hands up in the air dramatically, shrugging and giving you a sour look as he sat across the couch from you, clearly upset that you thought the Bellas deserved the Worlds gold.

“I just think that blah blah meh,” you mocked teasingly, Joe narrowing his eyes playfully as he crossed his arms. “You’re just salty because the Bellas are clearly superior to Das Sound Machine.”

“You take that back!” he gasped, standing up quickly. When you didn’t, he took an annoyingly long inhale, then huffed at you and stomped off towards the bedroom, yelling about your opinion and how wrong it was. Rolling your eyes, you climbed up from the couch and followed him to the bedroom, listening as he ranted the whole way there.

When it finally got quiet and he sat down on the bed, sighing, you raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you going to be okay, drama queen?”

“I don’t even know who you are any more,” he groaned melodramatically, clearly joking, but still playing a very convincing upset part while he pressed his hands to his face, sighing. “You’re not the same woman I married 40 years ago.”

Okay. That part was less convincing. You snorted at Joe, deciding not to point out that he wasn’t even in existence 40 years ago, much less married, and you walked over to the bed, crawling on top of him and laying your head on his chest as you straddled him. “Don’t be such a baby back bitch.”

“I want a divorce!” he claimed loudly, despite the lack of rings on either of your fingers, and you laughed as you shook your head, deciding to play along after all. “I can’t believe we had all these kids together, and they grew up to be mindless Bellas fans like you.”

“You’re being so dramatic, it’s not like you’re the one who got knocked up,” you replied playfully, still keeping your head resting on his chest. One of his hands found your waist, resting there casually, and you giggled softly at the ticklish feeling it briefly gave you before you continued. “After all, you were the one who came in me.”

Joe was quiet, eerily quiet, and his grip on your waist tightened as a heavy tension settled over the room. Hearing his heart start to race a bit, you furrowed your eyebrows and sat up, looking down at your boyfriend, who was a bit red in the face and almost stoic in expression as you cupped his jaw.

“You alright?” you wondered aloud, running your thumb along his jaw as he shifted beneath you, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Had you taken it too far? Was this an uncomfortable topic for him?

“Say that again,” he murmured, almost too quiet to hear, and you raised an eyebrow as you wondered whether you’d heard him right. He nodded as if he read your mind, clearing his throat a bit. “Before what you last said. Say it, please.”

A bit of realization dawned on you as you recalled what you’d said moments ago, and you chewed on your lip as it became apparent to you that Joe might have a breeding kink. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he just liked sex without a condom, but the shallow breathing that just one sentence from you had induced said otherwise.

“You came in me,” you restated, Joe’s fingers digging into your side as he let out a shaky breath, groaning softly. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, but then shot right back open as he stared up at you, an intense burning in his hazel gaze that nearly made you shrivel from how unbelievably hot it was. So Joe was into that? You scooted back a bit as he sat up on one elbow, dropping his other hand from your waist and grazing his fingertips over your hip before he let it come to rest on your thigh, gripping it just tight enough to let you know he was there.

“C’mere, babe,” he muttered, and you couldn’t help but smash your lips to his, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had shifted over into something so sensual, so real. But he met your lips with the exact same energy, moving in sync with you as your bodies pressed together, both of you sinking back down onto the bed as the kiss deepened. His tongue was soon delving into your mouth, tasting, exploring, and swirling around your own – meanwhile, his hand that was once on your thigh slid upwards. His fingertips snuck under the hem of your shorts, gliding over your skin just as easily as the moan of your name that tumbled forth from his mouth when you pulled away from the kiss and moved your lips to his neck. “You don’t know what you do to me sometimes, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his free hand moving to weave into your hair as he reveled in the feeling of your bites and kisses along his neck.

“Did you like that?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by his skin as you continued to pepper love bites along his collarbone, not wanting him to see the slight blush that was overtaking your face as you prepared your next words. This was uncharted territory, and you had no idea how far Joe was wanting to take it, so you were slowly testing the boundaries, seeing where things went. “You wanna come in me? Take me raw?”

“Oh, Jesus,” he barely breathed out, his voice trembling as he heard your words. Making a note to yourself that you were on the right track, you waited to see what he did next as you pulled away, tugging your shirt off and tossing it to the side. But you didn’t even have to wait long, Joe being so excited about the situation he immediately launched into a sort of babble that made you wonder how long he’d been compartmentalizing it all. His lips were swollen from the previous kisses, holding back nothing as he practically whined. “Yes. So, so bad. Wanna fuck you raw, fill you up. Put a baby in you.”

Woah. The shock must have registered on your face because he was immediately sitting up, cupping your face and apologizing profusely, but you cut him off before he could feel too embarrassed. “Joe, Joe, Joe,” you crooned, cutting him off and taking his hands in yours as you pulled them away from your face. He silenced, still looking slightly regretful, but he waited patiently for you to speak, holding in his apologies for the moment. “It’s okay,” you reassured, moving his hands to your ass and resting them there before draping your arms over his shoulder as mild confusion flitted over his face. “Don’t just talk the talk,” you murmured, your lips brushing up against his for a moment before you gave him a brief, chaste kiss, giving him a moment to process what you were saying.

And it did take a moment, but then his eyes widened, and he could barely stop himself before he was stumbling over his words. Instead, he cleared his throat, then let out a shaky exhale and asked, “You mean it?”

One nod from you and he was on you like Velcro, flipping the both of you over and moving up so you were comfortably resting against the pillows. They were a gentle presence cushioning your shoulders and head, while Joe’s motions were the antithesis – his lips worked desperately against you, his hands tugging your shorts down eagerly in erratic, hurried motions. But you didn’t mind the contrast. The fact that he was this excited to fuck you was enough to make a shiver run down your spine, and the shallow, sharp breathing that punctuated his movements signaled to you that he couldn’t slow down if he tried.

To take the attention off of his shaky attempts to undress you, you kicked your shorts off before tugging at the string to his sweatpants, willing him to take them off himself while you rid yourself of your panties. He obliged, pushing his sweatpants off and tossing them to the side before also ridding himself of his shirt. Now, he hovered over you with just his boxers on, and you could tell he was already painfully hard by the way his cock strained against the fabric.

A small smile played at the corner of your lips as you tugged his boxers down, looking up at him, and the way he smiled back made your heart melt for just a second. Just a second, because then he was working on taking his boxers off, his eyes roaming down your body as he did so. When he finally sprung free of the restraint, you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do next, so when he laid on his chest between your legs and started trailing slow, sweet kisses up your inner thigh, you were genuinely taken aback. For being in such a hurry moments ago, he seemed to really want to take his time with this part, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the change in pace. Joe being so desperate to get you undressed had gotten you riled up, so now you were a bit frustrated that he’d hit the brakes.

As his mouth neared your core, a small mumble from him distracted you from all of your curiosities and frustrations. “Have I ever told you I love you?” he asked, thought it was sort of a redundant question. Joe was always telling you how much he loved you – in fact, he kind of never shut up about it.

“Once or twice,” you murmured back, a playful edge to your voice, but it was quickly eradicated as Joe delved his tongue into your folds. Licking one long stripe upwards, he mumbled a response again, the vibrations stimulating your clit ever-so-slightly and making you shiver.

“Well, I fucking love you.” Then his tongue was on your clit, applying pressure to it just to play with you, and you let out a low moan as you used all of your remaining willpower not to grind on his tongue. “You’re so beautiful. And you’re gonna look so gorgeous when I-“

“Joe,” you whimpered, upset at the loss of his tongue already, and his hazel eyes met your gaze questioningly as you let out a soft huff, raising an eyebrow to imply something you didn’t really want to say out loud that bad. “Please.”

He hummed in amusement for a moment, then his eyes flicked back down to his original focus before his mouth was on you again, this time easily devouring you. Squirming in pleasure, you couldn’t help but let out filthy strings of curses as his tongue dipped in and out of you, exploring places that made your head spin. And his nose rubbing up against your clit as he shamelessly ate you out was just a bonus – by the time you were able to get a grasp on something, his hair, you were already halfway to your orgasm just from his mouth alone.

His tongue brushed up against your clit again before he placed an open-mouthed kiss on it and sucked it lazily. And finally, you managed to choke it out. “Joe, I-I need you inside me.”

“Yeah? My fingers?” he muttered, just a hint of a sultry gravel tone to his voice as he pulled away from your core for a moment, about to move his hand from where it had been resting on your hip. But you stopped him, grabbing his wrist, and his eyes flew up to meet yours curiously.

“No,” you almost whispered, shaking your head as you let go of his wrist. Spreading your legs out just a bit more, you moved your other hand from where it had been tangled in his hair. Taking his chin in between your forefinger and thumb, you ignored your own wetness that decorated the lower parts of his face as you gave him as serious of a look as you could manage when you were completely fucked out from his mouth. Admiring how wickedly good he looked like this for a moment, you smiled just a bit before regaining your composure. “Fuck me. No condom.”

“Oh, Christ,” he muttered, almost sounding like he was praising the holy one as much as he was cursing him. Crawling up so he was hovering over you, he rested his weight on one elbow while taking himself in the other hand, running the tip of his already-swollen cock up through your folds to position himself as you chewed on your lip. “You sure about this? You know what it means, right?”

“Damn right I do,” you replied quickly, still looking Joe straight in the eye, and he groaned obscenely loud before lining up at your entrance, short, quick breaths leaving his mouth. To silence himself from being any louder, he crashed his lips to yours one last time, muffling a soft groan that had been threatening to follow the first, but you coaxed it out of him anyways when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his own.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he muttered as he reluctantly separated from the kiss, and before you could make a joke about his choice of words, he was pushing into you, the feeling of him without a condom not alien but definitely not very familiar – it had been a while, practically years. It was so much more real, for the both of you – you could tell by the way Joe’s mouth dropped open as he bottomed out that he was on cloud 9, and he hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. “God, you feel so good. Holy shit, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“Beats me,” you breathed out, your eyelids fluttering closed as you relaxed and adjusted to the feeling of him filling you, your head sinking back into the pillow and your lips staying slightly parted. Joe sat up, shamelessly ogling the sight of you in complete relaxation as he wrapped your legs around his waist, resting his hands on your thighs. And then he was moving, his hips canting forward against yours as he started out slow, just rocking in and out of you and making blissful sounds of satisfaction tumble out of your lips.

Joe was just as pleased, his breath catching in his throat as he marveled at how incredible he felt at the moment. So when you murmured for him to go faster, he obliged willingly, speeding up his thrusts and going deeper and deeper as one of his hands slid up to find purchase on your waist, gripping it tightly. The sound of skin on skin started to fill the room, Joe starting to pound into you as the realization of what was taking place washed over him once again. He couldn’t help himself as he realized he was really doing this, his hips snapping forward eagerly and slamming into you as you responded with a simple whimper, too overwhelmed by pleasure to form words.

“Jesus Christ-“ he muttered, mainly to himself, and his head fell back a bit as he sped up for a small spell, desperately fucking into you and making you whimper his name in pleasure. “Fuckkkk,” he groaned, finally slowing back down a bit and taking his time to thrust deep and hard. “So fucking good, baby girl, you feel so good.”

“God, you feel fucking amazing too,” you managed to breathe out, overwhelmed by how much more sensitive you were as Joe took you raw. You could feel how impossibly veiny and hard he was, every slight ridge on his cock stimulating you in all kinds of ways as you quickly felt yourself approaching your high. “Faster, bubs, I’m so close.”

“Faster?” Joe asked, nodding before starting to thrust faster again, grunting in pleasure as he did so. “Oh Christ, I- Babe, I won’t last much longer if I keep going this fast.”

“That’s okay, Joe, just fucking cum in me,” you breathed out, your hand reaching down to take the one of his that was resting on your hip. He laced your fingers together, then resumed the position on your waist.

“Baby, that’s so hot,” he almost growled, his hips suddenly slowing down as he gazed down at you with a dazed, lustful expression. He waited expectantly, still moving his hips, but only half as fast as he spoke again. “Say it again.”

“Cum in me, Joe!” you almost whined, frustrated at the slowing of the pace again. But your words sparked another excitement in Joe that sent him into an animalistic frenzy, his hips meeting yours flush as your heels dug into his lower back, pulling him in even closer, if that was possible. Desperately chasing both of your highs, your mouth kept rambling as he fucked into you, his hooded eyes nearly completely closed as his lips remained somewhat parted, small grunts of approval leaving them every once in a while. “Fill me up! Don’t stop until it’s leaking out of me. C’mon, babe.”

“Oh my god,” Joe muttered, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he felt his high getting threateningly close from your words. His thrusts were hard and quick, but getting sloppier by the second. “M’gonna cum, baby girl. Gonna put my seed in you. Oh shit, oh f-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you were clenching around him, crying out his name brokenly as you hit your climax, your back arching up off the bed just a bit. And your orgasm triggered his, pulling him over the edge and eliciting a litany of swear words forth from his lips as he buried himself inside of you, releasing with a shattered groan.

When he finally pulled out after both of you had ridden out your highs, he quickly had to grab a few tissues from the bedside table as his cum actually did start to seep out of you, threatening to ruin the sheets you’d just washed a couple days ago. He cleaned you up, then himself, and proceeded to collapse on the bed next to you.

There were no words to be said after something like that. All that was supposed to be spoken had already been said in the heat of the moment, and now there was nothing left to do but snuggle back into your boyfriend’s embrace as he pulled you into a snuggling session, his toned arms pulling you back against him as he spooned you.

But after a while of enjoying the silent company, you had to say it. It was on your mind, and there was no more waiting.

“You know, I’m not exactly psyched that this just happened because of Pitch Perfect…. You’re kind of fucked up, Mazzello.”

A deliriously happy laugh bubbled up from Joe’s chest, tickling the back of your ear as he nuzzled your hair, one of his hands coming to rest on your stomach. His fingers splayed out and rested there, cradling a nonexistent baby bump that he was already ready for just minutes afterwards. And then, he replied. “Let’s name our kid after that guy from Das Sound Machine.”

“No! I’m officially removing you from the naming committee, that was a terrible suggestion. Ben is now in your place. Hope you’re happy!”

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february 14th;;three different years

alex is the only kid in their class to give michael guerin a valentine’s day card, everyone else forgot that he was in their class since he was still new.

alex had been obsessed with space and the card said, ‘you’re out of this world, valentine!’

michael stared at him with wide eyes for days, but never said anything.

*

alex isn’t really the kind of person to attract secret admirers.

which is why it was a surprise to open his locker and find one of those cheap heart shaped candy boxes. it was still wrapped in the cellophane from the store, but alex eyed it warily.

it could be a trap.

he poked at the box and pursed his mouth before grabbing it.

there wasn’t a note or a message anywhere. he opened the box carefully and only found five shiny little chocolates.

he still didn’t know what to feel about it, but he felt a reluctant smile tug at his lips.

he closed the box and put it back in his locker for later and took out the book he’d originally intended to take out.

he’s putting the book in his bag and turning and not looking at where he is going when he bumps into someone.

he looks up into michael guerin’s face and freezes for a second before smiling slightly.

 “sorry,” he says smile faltering a little.

guerin gives him an odd look that alex can’t quite place, but then the bell rings.

alex moves past him in a rush so that he doesn’t get late to class.

he doesn’t notice michael smiling to himself as he watches alex walk away.

*

alex pulls the blinds up on his window to see michael’s smiling face.

there is a flush to his cheeks and he’s got a red gift bow stuck to his forehead.

alex opens the window as soundlessly as possible, and michael just topples in, making too much noise, as usual.

“do you want my dad to come up here and catch you?”

michael rolls his eyes. “your dad left ten minutes ago.”

alex deflates a little bit, “oh, i didn’t notice.”

he looks over to where he’d been studying on his bed.

“you’d get more work done on your desk,” michael starts as he walks over to the bed and just, shoves all of alex’s books to the ground.

alex makes a noise in protest stepping forward, but michael reaches out and grabs him, tugging him in sharply.

“hello, valentine,” he says voice soft and sweet.

alex feels his cheeks heat up and he ducks his head down a little. “you said we weren’t doing valentine’s day.”

“i lied,” michael says carelessly. he gestures to the bow on his head. “it’s kind of obvious what i got you.”

alex gives him an unimpressed look.

michael sighs like alex is the worst for not playing along and lets go of him, throwing himself back on alex’s bed dramatically.

he leans up on his elbows when all alex does is stare at the way his shirt stretches to expose a strip of his stomach.

“well,” michael drawls reaching up for the bow on his head and tugs it off. “i could always be more literal.”

he goes to put the bow right on the zipper of his pants, and alex grabs the bow and throws it down with his books before he’s crawling on the bed.

michael smiles when alex kisses him, and alex kisses him until his amusement has completely evaporated leaving behind a gaping need.

alex always feels like he’ll never get enough. he always wants more, more kisses, more touches, more bruises, more of the pleasurepain pull of the hypnotic rhythm of his hips between alex’s thighs.

michael digs his fingers into alex’s back and braces his feet on the bed before he’s flipping them over.

he braces his knees on the mattress and his hands press down on either side of alex’s head before he’s dropping his body on top of alex, nudging his chin upward with his nose before he presses his mouth hot and wet down the curve of alex’s neck, sucking kisses all the way down to the collar of his t-shirt.

alex feels like his head is spinning and his pulse thuds loudly in his ears. he slides his hands up the back of michael’s shirt touching the smooth hot skin. he braces his feet on the bed and widens his thighs and pushes his hips up into michael.

“mmmm,” michael moans into his collarbones. “you wanna?” he asks voice low and rough as he slides his hands into alex’s hair and grinds his hips down slowly.

alex who had already been half hard feels himself harden even more with each push of michael’s hips.

“isn’t that why you came here?” alex gasps out sliding his hands down to the small of michael’s back and pressing down.

“hmmm,” michael hums against his throat before he moves, tugging his hands out of alex’s hair and balancing himself above him on his hands.

alex whines at the lost of contact, but he blinks open his eyes when michael doesn’t do anything else.

“no,” he says when he sees that alex is looking at him. “that’s not why i came here.”

alex looks at the seriousness of his face and how clear his eyes look and he feels his heart thudding hard in his chest.

and he feels untethered and in free fall like he just jumped out a plane without a parachute.

but most of all, he feels an overwhelming sensation that makes him feel like he can’t breathe, that makes him feel like he wants to cry.

he blinks the sudden wetness in his eyes and slides his hands across michael’s face, pressing his thumb to the curve of his mouth, soothing his fingers down to the back of his neck and into his hair.

michael’s eyes shut and his mouth parts and when alex tugs him down a little, his eyes open at half mast, pupils blown wide and glossy with desire.

alex pulls him in until their lips are just barely touching.

“fuck me,” he whispers against his mouth.

michael’s hips stutter into his almost as though he can’t help himself, and alex gasps tipping his head back.

michael bites kisses down his chin to the edge of his jaw. “right here?” he asks making sure that alex wants to do this right here right now.

alex tips his head to the side and curls the fingers of his left hand into michael’s hair, tugging him in closer when michael opens his mouth and bites down on the tendon in his neck.

“yes,” alex breathes. “in this bed so that every time i go to sleep it’s all i think about.”

not that it’s not already all that michael thinks about.

michael pulls away from alex’s neck so that he can look at his face.

alex looks into his eyes trying to convey how serious he is.

michael gives him a happy smile. “you know, if we do this, then you’re really going to have to find another place to study.”

alex glares a little bit and michael just laughs.

alex uses his distraction to reverse their positions once again.

michael’s laughter dies out a little, but the smile on his face widens when alex settles himself down on top of him, balancing himself on his hands and looking down at michael.

he licks his lips and gives michael a mock serious look.

“you're a jerk,” he says. “and i hate you.”

michael raises an eyebrow, and his smile goes smug.

he slides his hands up alex's thighs slowly.

alex's eyes fall shut as shivers rake up his spine.

michael cups his cock in his hand and squeezes.

alex groans and pushes his hips into the touch, grinding down on michael's erection.

michael grunts, “that doesn't feel like you hate me.”

alex grabs his hands, wrapping his fingers around michael's wrist and pushes his hands down on either side of his head.

michael gives him a dangerous smile, but alex is preoccupied with the way that michael's cock feels pressed against his ass.

even through the layers of fabric, alex loves the feeling.

he rocks his hips down on michael's lap in a slow and easy grind. he tightens his fingers on michael's wrists and his eyes fall shut as his mouth fall opens.

michael sighs with pleasure and melts back into the sheets of the bed.

alex shifts his hips so that he can press their cocks together and moans, moving his hips faster.

“alex,” michael sighs, tugging his hands in alex's hold.

alex could get lost in this feeling, it wouldn't be the first time he's had michael beneath him and grinded their cocks together until they both got off.

but tonight, he wants something else.

he opens his eyes slowing the roll of his hips to see michael watching him, eyes heavy with desire, tongue pressed into the corner of his mouth.

alex felt the easy heat in his veins turn molten and he let go of michael's wrists and pushed his fingers into michael's hair tugging him into a deep open mouthed kiss.

michael moans into his mouth and kisses him back, sliding his hands into alex's hair.

he moves, coaxing alex back onto his back before stretching over him, kissing him deeper and harder, a bright edge of desperation in the way his teeth catch against alex's lips.

michael always kisses him like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance to, and it never fails to drive alex crazy.

michael pulls away and alex gasps, eyes opening and zeroing in on michael's mouth, as he leans up to continue the kiss.

michael makes a low sound at the back of his throat.

“alex,” he says a little sharply and it cuts a path through the lust fogging up his brain.

he looks into michael's eyes.

“take off your clothes,” michael says lowly.

and then he's off the bed, standing in front of alex.

alex watches as he pulls his shirt over his head, and licks his lips at the long expanse of golden skin revealed.

“alex,” michael says voice low.

alex scrambles to unbutton and unzip his jeans before he's tugging his shirt over his head.

he hears the jingle michael's belt buckle hitting the floor as he gets his shirt off throwing it somewhere, he doesn't care.

not when michael grabs a hold of the waistband of his jeans and tugs them and alex's underwear off in one swift movement.

alex helps him kicking them off, and hears them falling somewhere behind michael as he throws them behind him.

alex looks at michael, and watches as he pants heavily, eyes on alex, sweeping his gaze up and down almost like a physical touch.

alex feels hot and a little embarrassed, but mostly turned on, and he can't stop thinking about the way that michael feels inside of him. he groans and pushes his head back against his sheets, hands clenching on either side of his head as he moves, letting his legs fall open.

he almost physically feels it when the tension snaps inside of michael.

michael plants one knee underneath alex's thigh and pushes, settling himself on top of alex, pushing his thighs open wider.

alex wraps his arms around michael's lower back, and they both groan when they're touching skin to skin from chest to groin.

michael slides his fingers into alex's hair and bites his way into alex's mouth, kissing him deep as he grinds their cocks together, the slide made easier by the precum leaking from both of them.

michael pulls away, stopping the roll of his hips when alex starts making the noises he always makes when he's getting close.

alex makes a mournful noise.

“i thought you wanted me to fuck you,” michael asks voice throaty and so hot it sends shivers down alex's spine.

alex licks his lips and gives michael a look from under his hooded lashes, “what are you waiting for then?”

alex feels michael go still against him, and can’t help the smile that crosses his face.

michael makes a noise not unlike a growl and pulls alex's arms from around his waist.

“lube,” he snaps the word a question and a command as he slides off alex kneeling between his spread legs.

“pillows,” alex responds reaching above him and trying to feel for his pillows and touching the edge of the mattress.

michael leans over him, wrapping his fingers around his wrist and moving his arm to the side until he touches his pillows.

alex tries to find the lube by touch while michael settles himself back between his knees.

alex's fingers touch the bottle when michael reaches out and runs his hands down the insides of alex's thighs, spreading them further.

the touch is light and slightly ticklish, and it sends shudders through alex. he makes a small noise that has michael pressing his fingers right where his thigh meets his groin.

alex pushes up into the movement and then finally closes his hand around the bottle of lube.

he tosses it at michael and hears the smack as he catches it.

as usual, michael opens the bottle cap and pours the lube directly where he wants it.

it’s cold and slimy and a lot, and alex hisses pulling his hips away, and like always michael wraps his hands around alex’s hips and tugs him still.

alex stops squirming and then begins to squirm for an entirely other reason when michael wraps slick fingers around his cock, squeezing around the head before he’s sliding the fingers of his other hand through the lube and pressing against alex opening him up gentle but fast.

alex pushes his hips into his movements pushing his cock up into his hand.

michael slides a third finger in and immediately presses insistently on his prostate. alex’s hips stutter up, and he pants reaching down to grab michael’s wrist and keep his hand there while alex fucks himself down on his fingers.

“fuck,” michael says and moves his hand from around his cock.

alex makes a mournful hiccupping sound, but michael shushes him gently cupping his hand at the back of his knee and spreading his leg out and up, before he’s pressing his fingers in deeper.

alex curses and tosses his head to the side.

“if you keep that up, i’m gonna come,” alex says voice raspy and cutting in and out.

michael pushes his fingers in deeper, pressing against his prostate hard.

alex yells and feels the telltale tightening in his gut, but then michael is wrapping fingers around the base of his cock hard and tugging his fingers out of alex’s ass.

alex moans in complaint, leaning his head up to glare at michael, but michael ignores him.

he kneels up between alex’s legs and then hooks his elbows underneath alex’s knees, spreading his legs wider and making him slide down the bed a little closer to him.

“condom?” michael asks sounding like he’s in a daze.

alex makes a whining sound and michael leans over him to kiss it from his mouth.

“condom and then showtime baby, come on.”

“hidden in the car,” alex says with a pout.

michael kisses him again. “then lucky i came prepared.”

he slips off the bed and grabs his jeans.

alex leans up to look at him. “i thought you said you didn’t come here for this?”

michael tugs the condom out of his pants pocket and gives alex a filthy smile. “i didn’t come for this, but i was hoping it would happen.”

alex scoffs, but he’s too turned on to really say anything in his defense. he’d been hoping for this to happen since the last time it happened.

michael gets back on the bed and alex slides his legs apart easily, hooking his hands underneath his knees and tugging them up.

michael makes a low sound and leans in close. “god, you’re so fucking easy, manes.”

alex licks his lips and looks at michael with heavy lidded eyes. “only for you, guerin.”

michael doesn't respond but alex can hear as he tears open the condom.

alex jumps when he feels michael's slightly sticky hands, press down against his thighs.

“easy,” he tells alex.

alex opens his eyes to look at him, at the way he bites his bottom lip in concentration before he's shifting his hips forward.

at the feel of the pressure of his cock against his ass, alex's eyes fall shut and he breathes out, trying to stay as relaxed as possible.

the first time they did this, michael used more lube than alex thought was necessary and alex had been so on the edge that he came before michael had even gotten all the way inside of him.

the second time had gone exactly the same way.

and everytime afterwards had gone pretty much the same with alex only lasting a little bit longer each time.

and today doesn't seem to be going any different.

alex doesn't know what it is about having sex like this with michael that taps emotions and feelings that he can't explain. 

but in that moment when michael finally gets all the way inside of him, that he looks into michael's face, how his eyes flutter close, how his mouth hangs open in a perfect o, how his brow furrows and he bites his lips as he concentrates on not moving until alex gives him the okay, or alex comes and he can't help himself, alex always feels a feeling radiating from the pit of his stomach that makes his heart clench and fills him with this overwhelming warmth and fills him with bubbly, sparkly happiness that alex doesn't feel anywhere else but trapped underneath michael's trembling body.

michael bottoms out and alex closes his eyes.

michael leans over his body and sticks his face into the crook of alex's neck and tries to control his rapid breathing.

alex feels like he's right on the edge of coming and shuts his eyes tighter, fingers going numb where they're still pressed into the joint of his knees.

michael shifts a little, and alex groans as it puts more pressure on his cock.

“it's okay,” michael whispers voice strained and low and really not helping. “i love fucking you after you come.”

alex's breath hitches painfully and he shakes his head.

he feels entirely overwhelmed.

he lets go of his knees and his thighs press to the sides of michael's hips. he settles his hands into the small of michael's back and takes another deep breath.

“move,” he exhales.

michael leans up on his hands, and alex feels him shift, not really fucking him, but bracing himself.

“open your eyes,” michael whispers coaxingly, and alex can't help the way his lashes flutter on command.

he blinks his eyes open, and looks at michael.

michael looks into his eyes as he slides out and then pushes back in.

alex gasps head thrown back and his fingers dig into the skin of michael's back and his feet slide on top of the sheets as michael does it again, picking up a slow deep rhythm that has him pressing on alex's prostate on every thrust.

michael punches little, ah, ah, ah, ah noises with every thrust, and he presses his forehead on alex's chin and pants open mouthed against alex's neck.

“nnnnngh, faster,” alex moans and slides his hands down to cup michael's ass to speed up his movements.

michael huffs out a laugh, but speeds up.

alex hitches his hips up into every thrust, his cock trapped between their bellies, and he feels like he's about to fly apart at the seams.

“i’m gonna come,” he moans, words blurring together so he's not sure if michael hears him or not, but that doesn't matter.

michael pushes against his prostate hard and alex's fingers dig into the muscle of his ass as he arches his back and comes.

michael speeds his movements fucking alex through his orgasm, drawing it out, until alex is making this hiccupping noises, and his hands have migrated back to michael's back.

michael pulls away a little bit and shifts again, moving alex who lets himself be moved like a ragdoll while his body twitches through the aftershocks.

michael hitches alex's thighs on top of his own, before he presses his hands on either side of alex's waist and starts to move again.

alex feels overwhelmed and too sensitive but he loves the feeling and he never wants it to end. while the feeling of before was overwhelming in a way that was too soon, too fast after coming it always felt like continuous shallow waves of pleasure crashing through him threatening to take him under.

michael begins to move faster, thrusts not as controlled as he chases his pleasure into alex's body.

alex slides his hands up and around, brushes against michael's nipples slightly and michael stutters into him, cock pressing hard against his prostate and making alex yowl as it sends shudders of pleasurepain through him.

alex wraps his hands around the back of michael's neck and throws his head back as michael leans over him, pressing his forehead to alex's chest and starts to fuck him faster.

michael starts groaning, making these out of control noises in the back of his throat like little whines, and alex knows that he's about to come.

he digs his fingers into the back of michael's neck and gasps out, “come on, baby.”

michael pushes in and moans, loud cutting it off by biting down on the closest spot to his mouth, and comes and alex feels every twitch inside of him.

alex sighs and closes his wet eyes and soothes his hands down michael's back and up to his neck.

after a few minutes, michael groans and starts to lift himself up.

alex wraps his legs around michael's hips, “no stay.”

michael groans out a laugh, and presses a sloppy kiss to alex's chin.

“i'd love to,” he says and his voice sounds gravelly like he's been gargling gravel. “but then we may lose the condom, and that would be a fun hospital visit.”

alex lets his legs drop, but makes a disappointed noise when michael pulls out.

it always leaves him feeling empty and alone, and the only thing that helps is michael, lying back on top of him after he throws out the condom, pressing him into the mattress.

michael sighs into the crook of his neck and they're both sweaty and sticky thanks to alex's come, but alex doesn't want to be anywhere else.

michael's breathing evens out slowly, and starts to deepen.

“don't fall asleep,” alex says hands petting through michael's hair.

“not gonna,” michael says sounding like he's about to fall asleep.

“happy valentine's day,” alex says after a few minutes of silence.

michael doesn't reply, just settles heavier on top of him and presses a kiss to his neck.

alex closes his eyes as a well of emotions he can't name sweep through him.

he sighs content and falls asleep.

[carmenlire]

Glass Houses

Part 4 of my Mafia AU!

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“Mr. Bane.”

Alec lifts his glass of whiskey and relishes the burning warmth as he takes a drink. His mouth turn up, faintly, as Magnus gives as good as he gets, stubborn until the bitter fucking end.

“Mr. Lightwood.”

The two of them stare at each other in the silence of Magnus’s office. Alec had stormed in almost twenty minutes ago. He’d seen Santiago reach for his gun but Magnus had merely stood calmly from his desk and waved his second-in-command off.

Santiago had acquiesced, though Alec had watched the sneer of his lips as he gave him a once over, wary yet resigned.

The door had shut behind him and now it was just the two of them. Alec and Magnus. Magnus had walked over to his drink cart and poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one over to Alec without a word.

Twenty minutes have gone by without either of them breaking the spell that seems to have been cast over the room. Alec doesn’t know where to start and Magnus certainly isn’t jumping in.

Alec doesn’t know what to think of it.

He doesn’t know what to think of any of this.

Taking another sip, his mind reels at the past twenty four hours.

It burns with betrayal and deceit and stupid, irresponsible love. It’s a nauseating mix and Alec hates himself, just a little, for the hope that laces through it all and no doubt makes him a goddamn fool.

He watches Magnus. If he didn’t know better, Alec would say Magnus was unnerved, no matter how much he’s trying to hide it.

His lip gloss is chewed off on the right side of his mouth like it only is when he’s unsure of his words. His fingers twitch every few seconds like he wants to reach out and the polish on his left thumb has been scratched off.

Alec knows Magnus better than he knows almost anyone else. He knows Magnus’s tells but right now, in this moment, he doesn’t have a fucking clue what it all means.

He doesn’t expect to be the first person to speak. There’s rage that’s filling his head and doubt and a dozen other emotions that are as fragile as they are dark.

He wants to break something. Someone.

He’ll know by the end of the afternoon whether that someone will be the man in front of him, the man he’s given his heart and his trust to.

Throwing back the rest of his drink, Alec takes a last moment to brace himself for whatever fallout might be waiting for him before he stands up and goes to the drink cart for a refill.

Back turned to Magnus, Alec reaches for the decanter as he speaks. “You sabotaged negotiations for my Hell’s Kitchen project.”

It’s not a question. Alec had made sure to get a name from the backstabbing little coward before he’d killed him in an alley off 44th Street after he and Jace had taken care of all of his men.

“I did.”

There’s not a flicker of guilt in Magnus’s tone and Alec rests his hands on the cart, taking a shuddering breath. He turns around and studies his boyfriend and the word slips out before he can stop it, before he can shift the tone to something clinical instead of frustrated confusion.

“Why?”

Magnus shrugs, a negligent finger circling the rim of his glass like he hasn’t a care in the world. “What do you want to hear? Because I wanted the partnership for myself? Because if you made this deal, your influence would stretch far beyond mine? Take your pick, sweetheart. Any answer will do as long as you’re no longer working with him.”

Anger fills Alec and before he quite knows what’s happened, he’s striding across the room and slamming his hands on Magnus’s desk hard enough to rattle every goddamn object on its surface.

Magnus doesn't flinch, just stares up at him without a flicker of response.

He reaches up and grabs Magnus’s chin, tilting it up just a hair too hard until his gaze can sear into Magnus’s.

Leaning close, his voice is a hard, menacing murmur as he replies, “No, sweetheart, I want the truth. I don’t want those pretty little lies that fall from your honeyed tongue like so much bullshit. I’m not just anyone. I’m your fucking boyfriend, Magnus. I’m Alec Lightwood, head of the goddamn Lightwood Legacy, and I want to know why the hell you did this to me. You know how important that deal was and you still ruined it.”

He jerks Magnus the tiniest bit closer and his grip is bruising, punishing. Alec’s been betrayed by people he considered family but nothing has the potential to hurt quite so much as this.

Magnus doesn’t answer for a moment. He’s still in Alec’s hold, seemingly content, though he watches his eyes flare in stunned annoyance before it’s banked and his expression goes back to being perfectly impassive.

“Well, head of the goddamn Lightwood Legacy, maybe you should use that brain of yours and put the pieces together.”

Without warning, Magnus tears his head away and out of Alec’s grip. He stands and drinks the rest of his whiskey in a long swallow before bringing the glass back down with a sharp thud that sounds like a gunshot in the room.

He buttons his suit jacket and walks around his desk, coming to stand just a few feet from Alec. His gaze is mocking, the light that’s always been warm when turned on Alec turning icily callous.

Magnus takes a step closer and runs a finger along Alec’s jaw, trailing a path down his throat to play with the necklace whose chain is barely visible underneath the collar of his shirt.

“We had a good time, didn’t we, Alexander?” Magnus’s voice is distracted as his eyes follow the path of his hand. “We kept away from the prying eyes of our men and I showed you just how much fun letting loose could be. And you, my darling,” Magnus breathes, slipping a hand just under Alec’s shirt to catch the small pendant that’s rested against his heart for almost a year.

“You showed me that fire can burn in the most unexpected places. Yes, we had a good time,” Magnus repeats, “But you didn’t really think this could last, did you? I have my business to think of and even if I did care for you, nothing will ever matter as much to me as that. It’s who I am, darling. You really should’ve known better.”

Alec blinks slowly and tries to ignore the way his heart is cracking, the way it’s dissolving into a bloodied pulp. He almost thinks that if he stared hard enough, he’d see red stain Magnus’s hands.

“You don’t mean that,” he says hoarsely. “You’ve done too much for me. This wasn’t just some-- what? Convenient fuck? Amusing joke at the expense of your men? A break from goddamn ennui?”

Alec watches Magnus carefully as he says the words and knows-- Christ, he knows-- that Magnus is lying. He sees the shudder that works tense shoulders and the ripple of a hard swallow before Magnus is turning away and strolling over to his window.

The sunlight bathes him in gold and he looks like an angel. Alec can almost, almost see the drip of wings falling behind him.

He looks like everything Alec’s ever wanted and even as the thought makes his chest ache, he’s striding after him and Magnus doesn’t jolt when Alec takes his shoulder and spins him around, when he pushes him against the wall and crowds into his space until they're breathing the same air.

“Tell me the truth, baby,” Alec whispers in the space between their lips. He hears the quick intake of breath and sees the way Magnus’s pupils blow wide before he closes them, shaking his head a little. “Why’d you do it?”

He reaches for the necklace hanging from Magnus’s neck, a match to his own, as he noses along his boyfriend’s cheek. The pad of his thumb strokes along Magnus’s chest and he feels his pulse, a rapid staccato.

“Tell me,” he says again, this time a little more insistent, a little more firm. He closes his own eyes and breathes in the scent of Magnus’s cologne, a smell that’s he’s as intimately familiar with as his own.

He’s taken by surprise when Magnus straightens and pushes him away. He doesn’t pull his punches and Alec stumbles back a few steps. When he opens his eyes, Magnus is glaring at him.

“You don’t get to do this, Alec,” he accuses. “You don’t get to come in here with your fucking doe eyes and voice that could break me without even trying and beg for answers that you’re better off not knowing. You don’t get to act like you don’t know how much you affect me, not after everything-- everything I’ve done for you, everything we’ve done for each other.”

Alec tries to make sense of the words. He can’t, though. Magnus is staring at him like he should have all the answers and Alec can’t string two thoughts together right now.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“As if you don’t know,” Magnus scoffs. “You stupid, stubborn man. I love you, Alexander. I am in love with you and that deal in Hell’s Kitchen that you’re so worried about? Yeah, I sent one of my men over to Sebastian and planted a whisper in his ear that you were insincere, that you were going to cheat him as soon as the deal was inked. That I was a better bet. I’m the one who sabotaged that foolish fucking plan of yours and you know what? I don’t care. I’m not sorry. I would do it again a hundred times if at the end of things, you were here, alive standing in front of me. Hell,” Magnus laughs, a touch hysterically. “Even if you never talk to me again, all that matters is that you’re alive.”

Alec absorbs the words but can’t, for the life of him, make sense of them. He ignores the abrupt declaration, can't even think of processing that right now on top of everything else, though it does make his heart soar to hear the words for the first time, words that he's been biting back for months.

“Why,” he demands. “You know Valentine killed my dad and I am so fucking close to getting him, Magnus. You know that. Sebastian was my way to infiltrate The Circle and end all those bastards. How could you do that?”

“Because I love you,” Magnus shouts, frustrated and desperate. “I don’t care about some stupid sense of familial duty that’s making you pursue him. That sense of responsibility is going to get you killed and I refuse to sit on the sidelines when I could've stopped it. You know his reputation, Alec. You know what he’s capable of and the thought of you going into that viper’s nest makes my skin crawl.”

He rushes forward and takes Alec’s face between his hands. “Don’t you see? I would do anything for you and the thought of what could happen if Valentine got his hands on you is too much. No, my plan was the safest option,” he says decisively. “I ruined that deal and I’d do it again as long as you’re alive. Nothing matters as much to me as that, darling. Nothing.”

His voice ends fiercely and his eyes bore into Alec’s, like he can make him understand through sheer effort alone.

Alec might understand the sentiment but he can’t condone it.

“Damn you,” he rasps. “Damn you for thinking that I’m too weak to face Valentine, to avenge my family. Damn you for taking that choice from me.”

Magnus’s eyes flash. “You know that’s not it. Don’t be stupid, Alexander. This thing is bigger than you. It’s bigger than the both of us and the only way it ends is with someone in a goddamn body bag. I’m protecting you-- us. I’m trying to save us from that maniacal bastard. Say you wouldn’t do the same for me,” Magnus challenges.

His voice drops to just above a whisper as he continues, “I have a good idea of what you did before you came here, darling. Tell me that you haven’t figured another way out. Tell me that you haven’t used that lovely mind of yours to strategize another plan. Tell me that you don’t understand why I did what I did and make me believe it. Because otherwise? You’re making fools of us both.”

In an instant, Alec understands just what’s going on and the ace that Magnus had been hiding up his sleeve. He’s equal parts furious and impressed and that hope that had been beating against his chest springs to life and wraps around his heart until he feels like suffocating.

Snarling, Alec says, “You know you have me wrapped around your fucking finger. You know that I’d do anything for you-- for us. You don’t get to play coy and act like you don’t know how much you affect me. Not after everything we’ve been through and everything I've risked for this. I love you, Magnus. Part of me thinks I’ve loved you since that damned furniture store. I'd give you anything you asked. Except this. What? Was this some sort of goddamn test? You don't think I could do it on my own?”

Magnus's eyes widen before he's shaking Alec. "You stubborn idiot," he hisses. "So I fucked up your plan with Verlac. While that was the safest option, full stop, there is another way out of this. Together. Why won't you listen to me?"

Magnus lifts his chin and his eyes flash with challenge. “Maybe I need to know for sure. Maybe I did need to test you and see if the man who can look into my eyes and see my goddamn soul could be the same man that I could trust with my business. And more importantly, my heart.”

Alec searches his eyes and tries to deal with everything that's been heaped onto his shoulders the past day. There's a piece of him that wants to leave and let Magnus deal with the consequences of his actions. But, there's a much larger piece-- damn near every part of him-- that wants to forgive and move on, together.

“And do I pass,” Alec whispers, leaning closer. He hears the sharp intake of Magnus’s breath as he veers at the last second to brush his lips against his pulse instead of his waiting, upturned mouth.

“That depends, Alexander. Are we a team or are you committed to moving forward with another suicidal plan on your own?"

Humming a little, Alec pulls Magnus closer. He hears his breath catch before he finally gives in. "We'll get the bastard together. I won't try any harebrained scheme." He pulls back and makes sure that their eyes meet, that they understand each other, when he continues, "But we will get him. I'm not giving up on this, Magnus. I can't."

"Understood,” Magnus manages to reply. Grinning, he adds, "You pass with flying colors, darling," before he buries a hand in Alec’s hair and kisses him.

Alec feels the heat and it’s intoxicating. It’s addicting. It’s everything that he’s always wanted and everything else can go to hell.

Breaking apart, Alec takes a desperate gasp of air before he says, “You could’ve told me, you know. You could’ve told me that last night was a test for Valentine. If you would’ve explained, I would have understood. I would’ve agreed.”

“I couldn’t take that chance. Sebastian is a little fish, a minor player. To get to Valentine, we need to hit him where he’ll never see us coming, where we hold all the cards and there’s no doubt that he’ll be the one dead at the end of things. The only way to do that was to ruin that deal and kill Verlac. Now that his favorite underling is dead, Valentine will be vulnerable and we can plan accordingly.”

Alec leans in and kisses him and it’s almost too much. He’s dizzy with relief and belated comprehension and awe at Magnus’s scheming.

He’s known since he was seventeen that he was fucked, no hope of salvation. He knows better now though, as Magnus’s heat sears into him and he can’t breathe without moaning Magnus’s name.

Distantly, he thinks that anything is worth this-- Magnus, the two of them together against everything else.

Nothing can stand in their way and as Magnus pushes him back and he hits the wall with a dull thud, Alec stops thinking and gives himself over to this, to the feeling that’s wrapping its way around his chest and squeezing until he can’t breathe, until he doesn’t know which way is up.

Until he doesn’t care that the most important thing to him is the man in front of him.

“God, Magnus,” Alec growls. He rapidly works to undo the buttons on Magnus’s suit, shoving his jacket off his shoulders before getting to work on his damn waistcoat. “Talk to me next time,” he orders, panting. “Don’t leave me in the dark again. Not about something as important as this, not when it affects me-- both of us-- so much.”

“Of course, darling,” Magnus agrees before biting down on Alec’s neck, right over the center of the tattoo he’d gotten when he was eighteen and feeling invincible. It’s a few moments later before Magnus pulls back and Alec almost whines at the loss of contact before Magnus starts talking again.

“I’m sorry I tried to deceive you. I promise I had no ulterior motives.”

Something in Alec’s chest expands and he takes a deep breath, shaking his head a little to clear it before he takes Magnus’s chin in his hand, this time infinitesimally careful.

“Never try to break up with me again to spare me, okay? I won’t be so understanding next time.”

Magnus’s meets his eyes and nods slowly even as his expression changes to apologetic. “That is one thing I am truly sorry for, Alexander. I thought that if I pushed you away, if I made it seem like I was only looking out for my own selfish interests, that you wouldn’t look underneath the surface. I would’ve hated to lose you but as long as you were alive, I could deal with it.”

“I love you, Magnus, and I can’t live without you. Don’t be so stupid again,” he says. His eyes are teasing even if his voice is deadly serious.

“I love too, Alexander. I love you, too.”

Tilting his chin up a little, Alec kisses him slowly and savors the moment.

Last night, when he’d gone to meet Verlac and had immediately been cornered, Alec had exchanged a look with Jace.

The only thing he could think-- and he knew by Jace’s look that he was thinking the same thing-- was that there was a mole who’d tipped someone off about his meeting. Verlac had gone on and on about getting a better offer and that he was no longer interested in doing business with the Lightwoods. He’d had a dozen of his goons along with men from a small, neighboring gang with him for reinforcements and Alec and Jace had nodded to each other before launching into an attack.

It’d been bloody and hard and the fight had dragged out for almost an hour before Verlac was the only man left. He was still conscious, even with a knife sticking through his kidney, and Alec had crouched down to his side while Jace called in men to clean the mess up.

He’d leaned down and demanded to know who had betrayed him. He’d deal with the gang later-- by morning, the remains of the group would know that the Lightwoods had dispatched all of the men who had shown up tonight and they’d be pissing their pants in fear of continued retaliation.

The Lightwoods were old and respected and never backed down from a feud.

But right now, he had bigger concerns. Namely, Verlac and finding out who the highest bidder was.

When Sebastian had muttered Magnus’s name with a blood-speckled grin, Alec had twisted the knife, hearing Verlac’s pained groans with vicious satisfaction.

“I’m telling the truth,” he’d pleaded and Alec had been a hairsbreadth from snapping his neck when Jace’s voice had sounded behind him.

“What if he is telling the truth, Alec? I wouldn't put it past the bastard to wait until now to make his move against you. We know he's a sly fucker."

Closing his eyes, Alec had painstakingly counted to ten. Jace didn’t know about the two of them and he still thought of Magnus as nothing more than a rival. He didn’t know that Alec had been in a relationship with the man for just over a year, that Alec was head over heels in love with him.

Alec had barely paused before killing Sebastian but the lapse had been all the despicable man had needed.

“Send your boyfriend my regards, Lightwood,” he’d muttered just before Alec shot him.

The words had shaken him, badly. No one knew about the two of them-- no one was supposed to know. Both he and Magnus worked diligently at maintaining their discretion and the thought that this scum-- the right hand man to Valentine, no less-- knew? It filled Alec with a fury and terror like he’d never known.

They’d cleaned up the mess and Alec had sent Jace home while he reviewed everything that had happened in the past few hours.

Magnus couldn’t have betrayed him. He couldn’t have swiped his legs out from under him during this deal. The very thought was ludicrous. But as Sebastian’s taunting last words stuck in his head, Alec found himself considering it as he stopped at a neighborhood bar and nursed a drink in the corner.

Now that he has the truth, Alec can’t believe that he ever thought Magnus had really forsaken him. He’s been hunting Valentine for months, ever since he was given that first clue all those months ago. He had a plan and while it might not have been the best, Alec needed to see this retribution through.

Still, as the two of them retire to Magnus’s apartment, Alec knows his boyfriend was right. Valentine is a formidable adversary and had Magnus been contemplating the same idea, he would’ve been sorely tempted to derail it.

He knows himself well enough to know he’d do anything to keep Magnus safe, no matter the personal cost.

And, now that he’s realized that Magnus had been thinking of a different plan--albeit with or without Alec’s involvement-- he feels anticipation simmering under his skin like a live-wire.

Working with Magnus, harnessing their strengths to bring Valentine down together, is an exciting prospect. While the two have helped each other out with tips and tidbits of information, they’ve never truly pooled their resources for a job before.

Alec’s looking forward to the next weeks.

The windows are open in Magnus’s apartment and as the fall into bed, the breeze blows the diaphanous curtains in lazy waves.

They lose themselves in each other’s bodies, in the feelings coalescing in their chests.

They fell into this, Alec thinks distantly. He never expected Magnus. Today is the first time they’ve said those three little words but now that they’re out, Alec can’t stop from gasping them against Magnus’s neck and he shudders as he feels his boyfriend’s lips sound the words against his heart.

A long while later, sated and boneless, Alec draws the words against Magnus’s side. He’s exhausted after the tumultuous past few days and all he wants is to curl against his boyfriend and fall asleep, safe and loved.

With his last seconds of consciousness, Alec hears Magnus whisper into his hair, “Together, darling. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Sleep pulls him under before he can assure Magnus that, if that’s the case, then they have forever.

[rockinthebeastmode]

Bad Apple X (Final)

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Bad Apple X

All Rae could think or feel was Finn. The taste of chocolate and vodka from his tongue was intoxicating, the weight of his body on hers dizzying her mind. She fought against his grip, trying to touch him, and he grinned into the kiss, pressing her wrists down harder. Her moan was muffled as her tongue wrestled with his. He pulled away a moment later, catching his breath and looking her over.

“What is it?” Rae said quietly, impatience bleeding through. He shook his head, licking his lips.

“Nothing, I...I don’t wanna force you into anything.” At her confused stare, he sighed and rolled off of her, propping himself up by his elbow next to her.

“You said you wanted to stop yesterday and I said you should think on it and now this is happening,” he rushed out, Rae’s smile appearing and growing. She sat up and shrugged slightly.

“It’s like you said...it’s no one’s business. It’s just us here,” she replied, glancing around the room. She leaned into him and when his back hit the floor, she kissed him.

“You sure?” he whispered, humming deeply when she ran her tongue over his Adam’s apple. She nodded, mumbling an affirmation before straddling his waist.

“Wanna take this upstairs?” he murmured into her neck, sucking at the side.

“Do we have to?” she answered, rubbing against him. He groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs at his sides.

“The condoms are up there.” Rae pulled away and pouted.

“If we must,” she started, kissing him as she started to stand. He followed her mouth, looking up at her as she knelt in front of him.

“I’ll race you,” she said, biting back a grin. Finn raised his brows, moving to get up as she began backing away.

***

Rae tsked and shook her head when Finn immediately lit up after they separated.

“You should quit smoking,” she said, her lips quirking at the look he gave her, “It’s bad for you.”

“You’re bad for me,” Finn smirked and leaned forward, biting her neck. She leaned into him, tracing shapes into his forearm.

“What are you gonna do about Simmy?”

“I dunno,” he sighed, looking up at the ceiling and exhaling.

“What are your options?” she asked, kissing his shoulder. He sat silently for a moment like he was thinking.

“I could go to Dixon--but a college principal can’t do much in this situation,” he ashed his cigarette and continued, “I could go to Evans, but he doesn’t trust me as it is--I’m sure he’d side with Simmy anyways.”

He sucked at the rollie, his eyes squinting from the smoke.

“My dad won’t come home long enough to do anything...he’s either working or with Nan,” he said, shaking his head, “We barely cross paths at the hospital… I think he avoids me to be honest.” Rae’s brow furrowed.

“Why do you say that?”

Finn was silent, looking off to the side. Rae took his hand, entwining their fingers. He tilted his head at the wall.

“You’ve seen the pictures over there, yeah?” When she nodded, he smiled bitterly, “He looks at me and sees her,” he paused, rolling his eyes, “It’s the eyes, nose, mouth--even the fucking freckles.” Rae leaned in and kissed his nose, cheeks and lips slowly and he smiled against her mouth.

“I could leave town,” he said suddenly, Rae pulling back and looking at him.

“Where would you go?” Finn stubbed out his smoke and faced Rae more.

“I’ve got an uncle in Leeds, could work for him,” he started, scoffing a bit, “Go from boosting cars and dealing to scaffolding.” He waved his hands in mock excitement and Rae snorted.

“Why do honest hard work when you could break the law instead,” she teased, Finn smirking and narrowing his eyes at her.

“I’m crap at hard work,” he retorted, his smirk turning sharp, “Should stick with what I’m good at.”

“I don’t wanna see you get locked up.”

“Better me than you,” he said softly, Rae biting her lip. He held both of her hands and went on, “Rae...I would do whatever it took to keep you outta trouble for this--it’s my fault you’re in this mess to begin with.” Rae shook her head.

“Don’t say that...I’m just as much to blame,” she said, squeezing his hands, “I should’ve ended things right away but I…” She trailed off and Finn cocked his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“You fancy me a little, huh?” he finished, smiling wider when she scrunched her nose and pinched her index finger and thumb together.

“Maybe a little.” She gave him a cheeky smile and Finn kissed her, slowly pushing her to the bed.

***

“Finn, we have to go,” Rae laughed, pulling at his arms around her, “I have to go home and get ready for school,” she bit his lip and continued, a warning in her voice, “as do you.”

Finn groaned and squeezed her around the waist once more before opening the door. Rae glanced around and rushed to his scooter, urging him along as he locked the door and walked to her.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, we’re going,” he grumbled, taking out his helmet and the spare. When he faced her, she raised her brows at him.

“What knickers?” she asked, smiling innocently. He growled, his hand going to her arse and pulling her closer. He put her helmet on, his sour look making her grin. He put on his helmet and got on the bike. She climbed on behind him as he revved the engine and he took off the moment her arms closed around him.

***

Rae arrived at the school with ten minutes to spare and rushed to her classroom. Her brow furrowed when she saw the lights already on despite the door being locked.

“How’d he beat me here,” she mumbled, shaking her head as she entered the room, closing the door behind her. She gasped when she turned to the side.

“Morning, Ms. Earl,” Simmy greeted contemptuously. Her expression hardened but her breath shortened.

“Simon,” she answered, moving to her desk and putting her bag down, “Breaking and entering’s a crime, y’know.” She gulped when he laughed and stepped over to slightly block the door.

“You can talk,” he taunted, Rae’s heart starting to pound.

“Sorry?” she inquired, her voice warbling.

“Funny thing, teach. I stopped by my mate’s place this morning on my way here,” he began, pacing the side of the room with his gaze on her, “Y’know, just to see if Finn was coming to school...saw something real interesting.”

“Simon, listen--” Rae sputtered, her eyes widening. His expression darkened.

“No, you listen--ever since you came around, Finn’s been acting different. Come to find out, he’s under the spell of your magic fanny and forgetting who he is,” he approached her as he spoke, “Now, I don’t give a fuck who he’s shagging, but if you’re messing with him, you’re messing with me,” he got in her face, sneering, “And I am not one you wanna mess with, Ms. Earl.”

Rae met his eyes, trying to keep a strong facade. He stepped out of her face but crossed his arms, inclining his head to her.

“You get in my way again and I’ll have to have a little chat with Dixon,” he cocked his head to the side, a threatening smile forming, “Or better yet, this’ll make for nice dinner conversation with my dad--you’re familiar with police chief Evans, yeah?”

Rae nodded stiffly, quelling her growing nausea. Simmy smirked and backed up to the door.

“Just stay away from him and you’re golden,” he grinned, saluting her, “Laters, teach.”

The door slammed behind him and she dropped to the floor, squeezing her eyes shut.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

***

It wasn’t completely impossible to avoid Finn at school. During class, she could focus on teaching but once lunch came around, she nervously glanced out the door’s window, waiting on Finn to walk by. She’d put a note on the door that tutoring was cancelled but she was almost positive he wouldn’t take that as an answer. She stepped away from the door when she heard boots coming down the hall, moving out of the window’s view. She held her breath as there was a beat of silence before the knob shook slightly and the lock clicked open.

The door opened slowly, revealing Finn kneeling, a pocket knife in his hand. She ran a hand over her face.

“How’d I know you’d do that,” she said wryly, shaking her head at Finn’s sheepish smile.

“Believe me, I’d jump at the chance to skip, but this Kubla Khan fucker is doing my head in--how am I supposed to understand something he wrote while on opium,” he teased, standing and coming inside, closing the door behind him. Rae smiled but bit her lip, glancing at the door. Finn went in front of her, holding her upper arms.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning when she forced a smile and shook her head.

“Nothing...it’s nothing,” she mumbled. She hung a poster over the window and locked the door, ignoring Finn’s curious look. She went to get her Coleridge notes from her desk and waved him towards a desk.

***

Rae kept Finn busy going over the poem and successfully diverted every attempt he made to change the subject. She knew he could tell something was up but she was terrified of what Simmy would do if he found out they were still meeting up.

When the last bell rang, she led the group of students and faculty out the door and got to her car right before Finn emerged. She watched him light a rollie, waving at Macca, and look towards the lot. She drove away as his gaze reached the car.

She rushed home, stumbling up the stairs past Chloe and dropping to her bed. Chloe came in, Rae worrying her lip and clasping her hands.

“Whoa, what’s the emergency?” she asked, her hands going to her hips. Rae dropped backward, her hands going to her face.

“My entire life is an emergency,” she moaned, glaring at Chloe through her fingers when she scoffed. She sat up and continued, “I’m being blackmailed. I have to stay away from Finn or he’ll tell everyone.” Chloe raised her brows, inhaling and nodding. She exhaled and her mouth twisted.

“I’m not seeing the problem, Rae.”

“The problem is I don’t want to!” she snapped, her hands waving frantically, “I’m not even sure I can trust this guy to not tell everyone anyways.” Rae ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath. Chloe sat next to her and linked their arms.

“What are you gonna do?”

“Stay away from him,” Rae laughed humorlessly, “Hope Finn backs off on his own.” Chloe bit her lip and Rae shrugged hopelessly, closing her eyes.

“I think I have to leave.” Chloe nodded, leaning her head against Rae’s.

“Might be for the best, babes.”

***

She’d almost packed everything by nightfall and she laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. A metal clanging made her jump but she shook her head, blaming the wind. She sat up when she heard a knock on her window. She opened it, glaring at Finn.

“What the bloody hell are you thinking?” she hissed, looking at him precariously gripping the drainpipe and window sill. He rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to see you,” he said, glancing down, “Can I come in? This isn’t exactly sturdy.”

She stepped back, helping him climb inside and brushing off his front.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he demanded, holding her elbows. Rae avoided his eyes.

“I don’t know what--”

“Bullshit,” he snapped, stepping closer, “This morning we were fine,” his voice softened as he put his hand to her cheek, “What happened?”

Rae’s bottom lip shook and he ran his thumb over it and looked her face over.

“Someone saw us,” she lamented, her throat burning. Finn’s eyes widened.

“Shit...who was it?”

“That’s not important,” she said hastily, waving a hand, “The point is, we can’t see each other anymore,” she bit her lip as Finn shook his head, “Promise you’ll stay away from me.”

“I won’t,” he asserted, kissing her hard. She pulled away, a tear falling.

“I’m leaving.” Finn’s brow wrinkled.

“The school?”

“No, Stamford--I’m going back to Bristol,” she finished, breaking away from him.

“Why?” he countered, “We just have to be more careful.”

“Our secret will get out whether we’re separated or not,” she insisted, holding back more tears, “It’s better that I go.” Finn looked away, gritting his teeth.

“Tell me who saw us and I’ll handle it.”

“No, Finn. You can’t do anything,” she argued sternly, “Act like everything’s normal and it’ll be like I was never here.” His eyes were shining when he turned back to her.

“Rae,” he broke off, his voice cracking slightly. She brought her arms around him, kissing his cheek and he held her closer, his face buried in her hair. Her tears finally fell and he faced her, wiping them away before kissing her. When he ran his tongue over her lips and grasped her hips tightly, she pulled away and sighed his name.

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, closing her eyes when his lips went to her neck.

“I need you,” he breathed against her neck. He brought his face to hers, their lips brushing, “One last time.” Rae nodded, smiling as he wiped away a final tear.

“To say goodbye,” she murmured, kissing him, pushing him towards the bed.

***

Finn was gone when she woke the next morning and she rubbed her reddened and puffy eyes. Her vision cleared and she spotted a note next to her bag on the table.

Morning, girl

Had to duck out to meet Macca to practice

Guess he’s finally taking some advice from a pro

See you at school Ms. Earl

She smiled at the hastily drawn heart at the bottom and bit her lip when she turned and saw her nearly packed bags to the side. She put the note back and got up to get ready.

She went straight to Principal Dixon’s office when she got to the school, quickly giving her a bullshit excuse for needing to leave.

“Are you sure?” the principal asked, slight disappointment on her face. Rae nodded, attempting a smile.

“We’ll be sad to see you go, Rae. It’s a big loss for the students--they do like your class.”

A genuine smile came over her face and she opened her mouth to reply when the office door banged open.

“Principal Dixon, there’s an emergency out front!”

They rushed outside and Rae started to feel sick when she saw the large huddle of students, Finn and Simmy in the middle being held back from each other. There was pained rage on Simmy’s face behind the growing bruises, as well as darkening marks on his throat, while Finn’s lip was split and his knuckles bloody and bruised.

“What is the meaning of this?” Dixon questioned harshly, looking between them. The silence continued and she huffed, turning to Simmy, “Evans? Answer me.”

Simmy opened his mouth to speak but nothing more than a croak emerged, his face twisting in anger. Finn gave him an unsettling grin.

“Cat got your tongue, Simon?” he mocked, his grin widening when Simmy jumped toward him, the teacher increasing his hold.

“That’s enough, Nelson.” Before she could say anything else, the cops and an ambulance arrived, the police chief exiting the first car and rushing towards the group.

“Where’s my son?” he barked, his eyes finding Simmy and Finn quickly. He gestured for an officer to take Simmy towards the ambulance before turning to Finn with a glare. He waved for an officer to cuff him.

“Wait, you can’t--” Rae started, before she could think about it, and Finn’s eyes went to her, barely smiling. Evans held up a hand to cut her off.

“There’s no use defending him, ma’am,” he said gruffly, his eyes boring into Finn’s, “Should’ve been locked up ages ago.” Finn laughed, his grin back full force.

“You got me there, Evans,” he jeered, the officer pulling his arms back roughly. He met Rae’s eyes as he was dragged away, losing his cocky grin and nodding slightly at her. She suppressed her tears the best she could, slowly backed up and walked away from the group towards her car.

***

Rae tapped her fingers on the counter impatiently, the man behind it meandering his way to her.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Finn Nelson.”

“Nelson’s not allowed visitors, ma’am.” Rae levelled a glare at him.

“I’m his lawyer, wanker,” she barked, the man raising his brows at her.

“Follow me.”

He led her to a small conference room down the hall, telling her to sit while he went for Finn. A few minutes later, she heard voices coming.

“Your lawyer’s here, Nelson.”

“I don’t have a goddamn lawyer--” Finn stopped short when he saw her and turned to the officer, “My dad must’ve called her. Cheers, mate.” He waved the officer off the best he could with his hands bound in front of him and he rolled his eyes, leaving them alone. Finn sat across from her and she took his hands, her fingers running over his knuckles.

“How’s it feel?” she asked, flattening her lips. Finn shrugged, his mouth twisting.

“I’ll live,” he replied, looking her face over, “You mad at me?” She shook her head, a tear dripping onto the table.

“Why’d you do it?” Finn looked away and Rae leaned forward, “Finn…”

“I was finishing up with Macca and getting a change of clothes from my bike when Simmy found me. He told me about a new job coming up and how I’d better step up since he’d warned you away,” he explained, slightly fuming, “We started arguing and he said he was gonna tell everyone anyways, make it sound worse than it was. He said it would teach you a lesson.” Finn shook his head, huffing a short laugh, “He provoked me...guess he thought I wouldn’t hit first.”

“You could’ve killed him,” she said quietly, Finn immediately shaking his head.

“I knew what I was doing,” he replied just as quietly. Rae rolled her eyes, releasing his hands.

“You damaged his vocal chords, Finn!”

“That was the fucking point, Rae,” he quipped, his eyes flashing, “He can’t say shit now.”

“And that just solves everything, right? No one will find out but a boy is severely injured and you’re in cuffs!” she answered hotly. Finn shook his head again.

“No, you’re safe to finish the semester and get your degree,” he said before holding his hands up, “I was destined for this from the start.”

“What makes you think I’d stay here without you?” she replied, her voice cracking. He smirked and half shrugged.

“School’s important,” he replied, biting back a grin when she rolled her eyes, “Besides...I think I’m gonna be here awhile.”

Rae looked down at the table, tears falling unabated. He took her hands, leaning closer.

“Rae, look at me,” he whispered, looking into her eyes intensely when she lifted her head, “Meeting you was one of the best things that could’ve happened to me in this town. You are world class, I mean that,” he insisted, his eyes glazing, “I would do it all again in a second.” Footsteps sounded outside the door and he looked up, frowning deeply.

“Think our time’s up, girl,” he said, trying to smile. She leaned forward and kissed him desperately, feeling a tear slide down his face as he squeezed her hands. She pulled back when the door opened, her lips brushing his.

“Goodbye, Finn,” she murmured, standing quickly and going to the door, wiping her eyes. She didn’t hear his voice until she stepped out.

“Laters, Rae.”

Epilogue

Rae rolled her eyes as she held the phone to her ear, looking down at the stack of ungraded papers in front of her.

“Mum, I dunno why you insist on calling me to gossip about Stamford, we haven’t been there in three bloody years.” Linda’s voice continued, carping at Rae and she cut her off, “Look, I’ve gotta go, I’m busy. Love you!”

Rae hung up the phone, pinching the bridge of her nose. Three years since she’d left Stamford.

She finished her degree in Bristol, subbing at a local middle school and had decided to stay when they offered a full-time spot. She tried not to think about what happened the first go around with subbing but it still came to mind here and again.

She had no idea where Finn ended up after she’d left. She knew not to keep ties--if she was to get over him, they needed the clean break. She’d cared about him so much but the timing was shit and hurt them both in the end. His being underage paled in comparison to how they felt but it was still wrong. She was glad to have ended it but god, if she didn’t miss him at first. Nowadays, he barely crossed her mind.

She shook her head to clear it, turning her attention back to the papers. She’d just gotten back to her place on the page when the doorbell rang. She jumped at the sound, holding her chest. She wasn’t expecting anyone but it could’ve been any one of her neighbors or some delivery she’d forgotten about. She stood and went for the front door, cursing when it rang again. She threw open the door, a glare in place.

“I heard ya, tosser, what is--” she froze when Finn raised a brow, a rollie hanging from his lips. He was an inch or two taller than when she’d saw him last, his jaw stronger and light stubble over his face. His fringe was gone, his hair considerably shorter. His leather jacket was tighter around his shoulders and arms and he adjusted his stance, converse scuffing on the pavement.  Her eyes widened and she stepped back a step, completely at a loss for words. He smirked and threw his cigarette, leaning on the doorframe.

“Hiya, Ms. Earl.”

And that’s all she wrote, folks! Might be a little break before I post something else--I’m worn tf out from this--but keep an eye out for a one-off or two! Thank you SO much for reading and giving it such an amazing response. I never thought this would be started or finished, let alone actually liked 😅😂 Catch ya at the next one!

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Love Drunk (Chapter 3)

chapter 3: those who fail to learn 

A/N: just to be safe, trigger warning for slight drug use and panic attacks. also, this is going to be split into three different parts, so I hope you enjoy. Wattpad is ayyocabello :) 

***

A year and a half ago.

Camila took her usual seat in the middle row of the lecture room and deposited her bag on the desk beside her. It was still relatively early; class didn’t start for another forty minutes, but Camila was incredibly meticulous about being on time when it came to school.

She rummaged through her—insanely cluttered—bag to find her notebook and a pencil. Triumphantly, she locates the correct notebook, but is still struggling to find a pencil.

Annoyance flares up in her chest when she still can’t find the damn pencil, “Where the fu—”

She’s startled out of her fight with the bag when a male hand holds out a pen in front of her face.

“Here, you can borrow my pen. By the looks of it, you must need it,” His lips are curved into a smile as he had obviously witnessed Camila’s struggle.

“I was trying to find a pencil, but thanks,” She murmurs out embarrassedly. Carefully plucking it from his fingers, she opens her notebook to a blank page and scribbles something on top of it.

The boy motions to the desk next to her, “Mind if I sit here?”

Camila hesitates for a moment and then shakes her head. It’s not like her answer really matters, he’ll probably sit there anyways.

But maybe he’ll leave her alone if she says yes.

He slips into the seat and continues to eye the flustered girl beside him. “So, you always here this early or are you just excited for this particular lecture today?”

Guess not.

Camila can’t help the blush the creeps up on her cheeks. “I take my education very seriously.”

“As you should,” He smirks at her again and her blush deepens. When he twists his body in the seat so he’s facing Camila, she knows the conversation isn’t going to end any time soon. “So,” He starts again, “I’ve seen you around a lot, and we have this class together, but we’ve never talked.”

“And?” It comes out a little harsher than intended.

Her tone doesn’t dispel the boy, instead he flashes her another charming smile, “And I think you’re cute. I also wanted to know your name. I’m Mason.”

That damn blush is back, and Camila nervously picks at her sweater sleeves. “Camila.”

“Cute,” Mason says simply. “Now, how would you like to accompany me on a date, Camila?”

“Uhm, I—I don’t know.”

“Aw,” He juts his bottom lip out in a pouting manner, “How about this Friday?”

“I’m working, sorry.”

“Saturday?”

“You’re really persistent, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you’d say yes.”

Camila rubs her temples and relents, “Fine.”

Mason pumps a fist in the air dramatically—Camila can’t bite back her laugh—and takes his phone out to pull up the contact page.

She types her info in and hands the device back to him.

A sly smile graces his features and his hazel eyes narrow at the girl. “Didn’t give me a fake number, did you?”

Camila places a hand against her chest in mock offense. “You pretty much annoy me into going on a date with you, and then have the nerve to think I’d give you a fake number? How rude.”

Mason throws his head back and laughs loudly; the sound echoes off the walls of the empty lecture room. “I love a girl with a sense of humor.”

Camila rolls her eyes and laughs along with him. “I’m glad I can amuse you.”

“I bet you’ve got more up your sleeve,” He holds a hand up to halt her. “One sec.” Camila hears a camera shutter clicking as the boy takes a picture of himself. He taps on the screen a couple more times before he puts his phone on the desk. “Okay.”

Her phone vibrates in her pocket and when she opens the message from the number she knows is Mason’s, she scoffs. He’s sent her the selfie he just took.

“Wow, thanks for that,” She says sarcastically.

“You’re so welcome. Now you have a contact photo for me.” He winks at her and stands up. “I’m gonna dip out now, I’ll text you about the details of our date later.”

Camila’s eyebrows furrow, “Wait, why are you leaving? The lecture is starting soon.”

“The lecture was cancelled today,” He winks at her again. “Don’t you ever read your school email?”

“Cancelled?” Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Wait, so why are you here then?”

“I just came to save you from embarrassment.”

She continues to stare at him blankly, silently asking him to elaborate further.

“I came in to study a bit before the lecture started, but then I read the email saying it was cancelled. Professor just didn’t feel like showing up, I guess. I saw you come in here, though. It was the perfect opportunity and I couldn’t pass it up.”

The words sink in slowly and she doesn’t know how to feel.

“See you, Camila.” Then, he’s out the door and she’s alone again.

“For fucks sake,” She grumbles into the empty air as she shoves her shit back into her bag and storms out into the hallway.

***

Mason makes a better impression on the night he picks Camila up for their first date. It just so happened to be on the wrong person.

Dinah chose to hang around, so she could meet the guy that finally got Camila to 'unstick her ass from the couch and turn off that god damn TV for once in her life.’

And Camila wants to be offended. She really does.

But instead, she laughs because it’s true.

When Mason’s Jeep finally pulls into the driveway, Dinah has prepared herself for the assault. Camila gives her a pleading look as he strides to the door.

“Don’t embarrass me, Dinah Jane,” She manages to grit out before she swings the door open to greet him. Dinah sticks her tongue out at the Latina, silently accepting her challenge.

“Camila!” He exclaims cheerily, while looking her up and down. “You look great.”

Oh, god. Here comes the blushing again. “Thanks, Mason. You look nice too.” Camila steps aside to let him in.

Dinah studies the boy intently before she introduces herself. “Hi, I’m Dinah Jane. I’m Mila’s roommate and best friend.”

He shakes her hand and smiles. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Mason.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Now if you could just take a seat real quick,” She gestures to the couch, where a piece of paper is taped to the cushion with the words ’Dinah Jane’s hot seat’ scribbled in sharpie, “We can get started.”

Camila does a double take. How did she not notice that before?

“Dinah…” Camila starts to warn. Mason shakes his head at her.

“It’s okay, Mila,” He teases as he saunters past her. When he sits on the designated cushion, Dinah whips out a stack of flash cards.

An entire stack of flashcards.

When the hell did she have time to do this, Camila thinks.

“Okay, so first off,” Dinah thumbs through the cards. “What kind of grades do you get, Mason?”

“I have a B average,” Mason answers seriously. It’s so serious, it’s almost laughable.

Dinah nods her head in approval, “Great, great,” She flips to the next card. “Now, do you have a job?”

“I work at a car shop, I’m a mechanic. My dad taught me when I was younger.”

Dinah nods again. Camila’s face is so red at this point they might as well slap her on a plate and serve her with a side of butter.

This continues for at least another ten more minutes—Dinah’s somewhat surprised Camila actually let her go on this long. Some more questions consist of ’do you like dogs,’ and ’how do you feel about Ed Sheeran? And don’t talk shit because Mila loves him, by the way,’ and ’are you of any Cuban or Mexican descent?’ before Camila feels like she’s going to lose her mind.

“Enough, Dinah. We need to go now,” Camila whines as she grabs at Dinah’s arm.

Dinah fends off the small Cuban with swat of her hand, “Just a few more!”

“Do you have any STDs?” The blonde blurts out.

Mason’s face turns as red as Camila’s. He manages to squeak out quietly, “No, I get checked regularly.”

“Dinah Jane Hansen!” Camila yells and jumps at the Polynesian, latching onto her in the koala-like manner she often does. The blonde stumbles before she shoves Camila off and onto the floor.

“Okay, last one!” She huffs out as she straightens her shirt out. “You didn’t think to mention that your lecture was cancelled before you asked her out?”

Mason laughs.

Camila adds ’finding a new best friend’ to her To-Do list. “Dinah! I swear to God!” She scolds.

“What? That bothered you more than you want to admit. You love school,” Dinah crosses her arms against her chest. “You gotta be honest upfront, Mila.”

“Worst wing-woman ever,” Camila mutters under her breath. She grabs Mason’s arm to drag him towards the door. “We’re leaving now! Goodbye Dinah Jane!”

“Bye!” She waves with her hand that still has the flashcards in it. “Have fun!”

When the door shuts, Dinah does a little victory dance while she grins to herself.

“Mission accomplished.”

***

Mason takes her to the Aquarium.

It’s kind of cheesy, but it’s also incredibly romantic and Camila is a complete sucker for that kind of cliché shit.

They bond over their favorite tanks, otters being their absolute favorite, but the turtles take a close second. Mason also really likes the alligators; Camila likes that they look like tiny dinosaurs.

One thing that Camila doesn’t like about the Aquarium are the spiders, snakes and beetles. And of course, Mason wants to look at them more up close.

“I’m okay over here,” Camila says from at least ten feet away from the tarantula tank. She’s picking at her shirt sleeves like she was the day Mason asked her out.

She’s nervous.

“Hey,” Mason says gently. “It’s okay, she’s not gonna hurt you.” He looks back at the tank where the tarantula is sifting through the sand peacefully. “It’s kinda cool what she’s doing.”

“Really, I’m good.”

Camila sighs. Why couldn’t they have saved the otters and turtles for last?

Mason may be pushy, but he knows better than to play on someone else’s fear. “It’s okay,” He walks away from the tarantula tank and puts his arm over Camila’s shoulder. “Do you wanna go look at the frogs?”

Camila’s face lights up in a child-like manner, “Yeah, the frogs are so cute.”

After they look at the frogs—Camila deciding that the electric green one with little black dots on its back is her favorite—they move on to the touch-tank.

Camila leans against the banister as Mason takes a spot beside her to peer into the tank of stingrays. His hand rests against the small of her back. “They’re so cute,” She coos for the millionth time today.

Mason laughs softly. “You think everything is cute.”

Camila grimaces. “No, I don’t,” The Cuban starts to remind him. “Not the bugs, spiders or snakes.”

“Right,” Mason nods his head in agreement, his gaze trained on the brunette. “Do you wanna touch the stingrays now?”

“Yeah,” Camila easily agrees. She dips her hand into the tank and holds out two fingers when the stingrays swim by. Her fingers glide over one of the stingrays’ backs and she jerks her hand out of the water.

“Did it hurt you?” Mason asks quickly, bringing her hand to his face to survey for damage.

“No,” She breathes out an awkward giggle, “It just freaked me out a little. But it was cool, and I’m gonna try again. You should too.” After whispering an apology to the stingrays for possibly scaring them, Camila puts her hand back into the tank and waits.

Mason watches the smile grow on her face as the stingrays glide beneath her fingertips. Her enthusiasm to observe and learn from these creatures is endearing. He emerges his own hand into the water and feels a couple of stingrays swim beneath his fingers.

They continue with the touch-tank for a few more minutes before they wash their hands and move onto the next room.

In the next room is the shark tank. The tank covers one entire wall from floor to ceiling and contains at least forty sharks. There are also some smaller fish that swim around completely unbothered by the large predators. A healthy amount of sand covers the tank floor, along with a beautifully designed shipwreck replica.

The room is engulfed in a blue light from the reflection of the water and it just makes looking at Camila even more enticing. Mason’s eyes scower over her face and down to her neck as she happily observes the sharks.

She feels a pair of eyes on her and when she turns, Mason is still admiring her shamelessly.

“What?” She says shyly.

His hand comes up to trail down the side of her face and tuck some hair behind her ear. “Nothing,” He says soothingly. “You’re just so beautiful.”

Even when bathed in the blue light, the blush on her cheeks is noticeable.

His hand slides down to her neck and he leans in closer to her. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while. Do you mind?”

She licks her lips and shakes her head. He closes the gap between them and kisses her softly. It’s sweet, gentle, and his hands stay on her face the entire time.

Perhaps saying yes to a date wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened.

***

They’ve been dating for a month and half when Mason finally asks Camila to be his girlfriend.

He asks her while she’s pouting about a quiz she didn’t do so well on, and Camila shouts out ’yes’ without even letting him finish his sentence before she’s kissing him so hard that he can barely breathe.

***

“I can’t believe you have a boyfriend, Mila.”

Camila just spent the last hour and half recapping to Dinah how everything happened, all the while practically crying over how happy she was.

“I know,” She had the dopiest grin on her face and hasn’t been able to wipe it off since. “I really like him, Dinah. I think he might be the one for me.”

Dinah slings an arm around the girl’s shoulder and pulls her in for a tight hug. “That’s so cute, Mila. I’m so happy for you.”

“I’ve never been so happy.”

“Girl, just wait until you guys sleep together,” Dinah adds with a wink.

Camila’s cheeks flush and her hands shoot up to cover her mouth. “Dinah!”

The blonde shrugs and continues her channel-surfing. “I’m just saying. The sex is going to be even better now that you’re falling in love with him.”

Camila thinks for a second. “I suppose you’re right.”

“So, you are falling in love with him?”

Camila’s head swivels to look at Dinah, eyes widening in what the blonde takes as silent confirmation. “Uhm—”

“Oh my God.” Dinah’s eyes widen to match Camila’s. “You’re falling in love! My little Walz is falling in love!” She grabs Camila and pulls her into her lap. “My baby is growing up!”

Camila laughs and hugs Dinah back just as tight.

***

The first time they have sex, it’s just as amazing as Camila thought it would be.

They’re three months into their relationship and everything has been relatively smooth sailing.

Mason had invited Camila over for dinner after he got off work to celebrate his promotion and raise. He was now the head mechanic and was beaming when he opened the door for his equally as thrilled girlfriend.

After he loads the dishwasher, they settle onto the couch to watch a movie. Camila’s cuddled into his side, and he’s intently watching the screen. The brunette slides the hand that’s resting against his chest up to the side of his face and lightly presses her lips against the skin of his neck repeatedly.

His arm tightens around her waist when her kisses grow more intense and his breath hitches. “I thought you wanted to watch this?”

She bites down on his throat hard before she runs her tongue over it. Camila drags her lips ever so slowly over the shell of Mason’s ear as she breathily whispers into it, “I thought we could celebrate a better way,” then nips playfully at his earlobe. Her kisses travel back down to his jaw and he jerks his head to the side to bring their mouths together.

Immediately her tongue enters his mouth and she scrambles from his side to straddle him. His hands run down her back before they settle on her ass, kneading and squeezing gently. Camila moans into his mouth, and her hands tangle in his hair when he moves his lips to her neck.

“Bedroom,” Is the only thing she manages to breathe out in her hormonal-haze.

He hoists her up, hands never leaving her ass, and her legs instinctively lock around his waist. After she’s dropped onto the bed, Mason crawls on top of her to take his place between her legs and they continue kissing.

***

Unfortunately, when Camila wakes up the next morning, it’s really early and there’s no warm body lying beside her. She assumed Mason had already left to attend his classes. She rolls over into the middle of the bed and stretches out her deliciously aching limbs. A smile creeps up on her face as she recalls the way Mason would suck in a sharp breath every time her nails scraped against his skin a little too harshly; Or the way her own body would shiver and writhe when he worked on that little spot below her ear. Her face started to heat up and she took a few deep breaths to calm herself before she got worked up again. Throwing the sheets off her body, Camila collected her clothes from around the room and redressed to head back to her apartment.

***

Camila had every intention of telling Dinah about her sex-capades in any other way than the blonde catching her sneaking back in the quiet apartment at an ungodly hour of the morning.

It’s surprising she’s even awake.

“Mila?” Dinah rubs the sleep from her eyes and squints at her. “You don’t have class today. Why are you leaving?”

“Well—” The words die in Camila’s throat. Dinah yawns after she rubs her eyes again and steps closer to the young Cuban. Something was off. “Didn’t you wear that last night?”

Camila can practically see the wheels start to turn in Dinah’s head.

The Polynesian’s mouth drops almost in slow-motion, and her voice comes out shaky as she exclaims, “O—Oh my God! You just got back! You totally got laid last night!” When she trudges over to pull Camila further into the apartment, she spots the hickeys on her neck.

“Dinah—”

The blonde grabs a hold of Camila’s cheeks with one hand and tilts her head to inspect her friend. “Damn, he ate the fuck outta your neck. That must’ve been some kinky ass sex.” She squeezes the Cuban’s face together just for fun. Her lips jut out in an ‘o’ and Dinah giggles because she kind of looks like a fish. Camila slaps at her hand and jumps out of her grip.

“What the hell are you even doing awake, Dinah?”

Dinah waves a hand passively at her, “I’d ask you the same thing, but I already know you got dicked down, so…”

Camila slaps her arm again and gasps, scandalized. “Dinah!”

The blonde smirks knowingly, “What? It’s true. Like I said, must’ve been kinky.”

“We are not discussing this right now.”

Dinah looks thoughtful for a moment before she waves the girl off again and struts back to her bedroom. “You’re right, I need more sleep first. You can tell me all about your bedroom rodeo later. Goodnight.”

She bursts out laughing when the pillow from the couch Camila throws narrowly misses her and hits the wall.

***

The first time Camila says, 'I love you’ is after Mason picks her up from a particularly stressful day at work.

It had been one of the busiest days in the past month, and her feet were aching. All she wanted to do was sleep for the rest of the week, but sadly, she had to study and finish some assignments.

The first thing she does when she gets inside is flop face-first onto her couch and groans loudly into one of the pillows. Mason drops down beside her and moves her legs before draping them back over his lap.

His hand rests against her calf and he rubs a soothing circle against her skin with his thumb, “You okay, babe?”

Camila’s voice is still muffled by the pillows, “Yeah, I’m just really tired. It was a long day.” She twists herself around, so she’s lying on her back with her eyes closed.

“I can give you a foot massage.”

Camila nods, eyes still closed.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?”

Camila hums happily in response.

“Then later maybe I can help you work off some of that tension,” He adds seductively, his hand drifting up to her thigh.

Camila cuddles further into the couch cushions.

“And I’ll make you your favorite dinner tonight.”

Her arms fold over her chest while she mumbles sleepily, “I love you.”

Mason’s hand stills on her upper thigh as the words that have just spilled from Camila’s mouth begin to resonate with him. Camila is in love with him. This is real and she's in love with him. He stays silent as the excitement grows in his chest, and Camila doesn’t fully realize what she’s said until it becomes too quiet in the room for her taste.

When she cracks her eyes open, Mason isn’t looking at her, instead he’s staring off into the distance chewing on his lip. She isn’t sure of what that means.

Camila worriedly pulls her legs from his lap and props herself into a sitting position on the couch, “Mase—”

Mason’s hazel eyes meet hers and she can see the adoration shining in them. “I love you too,” Slips from his tongue easily. A huge grin spreads across his face and Camila’s heart can’t take it.

She cocks her foot back and kicks him lightly. “You could have said something. I thought you were about to freak out.”

He laughs. “Sorry, babe. I was just kind of shocked that you said it first.”

“Asshole,” She mutters.

Mason grabs her ankles and pulls her down the couch, eliciting a playful yelp from her, and lays in between her legs to kiss her deeply. “I love you,” He says again. Camila’s arms settle around his neck and she kisses him once more.

“I love you, too.”

***

Seven months later.

Camila has no idea how it got to this point.

In actuality, she does—the signs have been there for a while—she’s just chosen to ignore them in hopes everything would sort itself out.

She’s seen very little of Mason lately, and when she does he’s acting withdrawn, and he’s more hesitant when it comes to physical affection.

They haven’t had sex in a while, and it’s not even just that—he won’t even hold her hand, cuddle with her, or even kiss her as much anymore.

All Destiny’s Child jokes aside, he’s acting kind of shady.

It’s really starting to worry her.

The more she tries to talk about it with him, the more he insists that he’s ’fine’ and there’s ’nothing going on.’ Half of the time he spends back at his apartment like he hasn’t pretty much been living with her since they said, 'I love you.’

“That is pretty shady, Mila. When do you plan on talking to him about it?” Dinah asks from the other end of the phone.

“Well, I’m on my way right now to his apartment. I have a key, so I doubt he’ll mind if I come in.” She grips the steering wheel tighter. “What if he wants to break up, but he’s just too afraid to say anything?”

“Mila—”

“Maybe it was all too fast for him, you know how some guys get weirded out by that,” Camila continues to ramble. “I just hope I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You haven’t done anything to him, Camila. He’s the one pulling away from you.”

Camila sighs deeply. “You’re right.” She takes a turn around the block from his apartment and parks on the side of the road when she notices his Jeep in the driveway. “Here goes nothing. Wish me luck, DJ.”

“Good luck, Walz. Let me know if I have to give him a Poly beatdown later.”

Camila smiles quickly as she exits her vehicle. “Thanks, bye.”

She trudges her way up the driveway to the door and slides the key in. She hesitates to turn the knob when it occurs to her that she isn’t exactly sure of what to expect. What if he breaks up with her? What if they make up but he keeps acting like this? What is she even going to say?

She shakes the worrisome thoughts from her head as she enters and takes a tentative look around.

“Mase?” She calls out quietly. The living room is empty, and he doesn’t appear to be in the kitchen.

Her heartrate picks up when her head turns in the direction of his bedroom. She’s seen plenty of movies where this exact scenario plays out—unsuspecting girlfriend finds her boyfriend in a compromising position. She swallows hard and tries to push the rising feeling of dread from her chest, but as she steps closer to the door and hears the unmistakable sound of quiet moaning—the cliché doesn’t seem too far off from the truth.

Camila’s shoving the door open before she can manage to take another breath and her theory is proven correct. Two pairs of shell-shocked eyes lock with hers as a woman—she vaguely recognizes as Mason’s ex—scrambles from the lap of her half-naked boyfriend as he throws his shirt back on.

It’s so quiet Camila can almost hear their hearts pounding.

She wonders if they can hear hers breaking.

Camila can see Mason’s mouth moving, but she can’t hear anything he’s saying. She doesn’t register herself being pulled into the living room and the front door closing hastily—presumably as his ex leaves—and she sure as hell has no idea how she ends up sitting on the couch.

The only thing she can feel is the air trying to unsuccessfully claw its way into her lungs desperately as her shoulders shake and the tears drip down her chin.

Mason’s hands cup her face as his eyes frantically search hers, “Camila? Babe? Can you hear me?”

Camila knows he’s scared. Her body can’t respond.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe.”

If Camila weren’t in the middle of an anxiety attack she would probably laugh at him. He’s telling her to breathe when he’s the one holding her under water?

Mason pulls her tight against his chest as the sobs wrack her body and he rubs circles on her back. The touch is incredibly soothing after not having it for so long. However, she can’t allow herself to get too caught up in it.

His grip loosens when it seems like she’s calmed down enough to breathe properly again. His fingers instinctually come up to wipe her tears away.

She’s not sure why he has the audacity to look shocked when she slaps his hands away. After all, she’s the one who caught him cheating.

“Don’t touch me,” She hisses out.

“Camila, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry?” She asks incredulously. “You're sorry?” Mason winces as the bitter laugh—a long with a fresh set of tears—breaks from her throat.

“Please, just let me explain,” The boy begs.

“I don’t need you to explain. It’s pretty obvious what you were doing.”

“She got inside my head, Mila,” He tries to lamely defend. “We started talking again and she just brought up all of this shit and it hit me, I got lost in the moment.”

“Wait—back up. You started talking to her again? How long ago?”

He hesitates as he tries to backtrack, “Very recently, it hasn’t been going on that—”

Camila’s face contorts into utter disgust. “You’ve been talking to her for weeks, haven’t you? This entire time you’ve been so distant with me, refusing to touch me, like I'm disgusting, you’ve been with her, haven’t you?”

Mason opens his mouth to say something then shuts it, unable to form a response.

Camila releases a deep sob and Mason looks away from her, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. “Why?” He makes out between her cries.

“I—I don’t know, Mila,” Is all he can say. “It just sort of happened. The old feelings resurfaced. But, I swear to God, I am so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Camila leans over, face buried in her hands as she breaks down. Her nose is running, and her eyes are throbbing. The room is quiet aside from her crying and Mason wants to comfort her, but he knows he can’t.

He can’t comfort her when he’s the one causing her so much pain.

“Camila,” He says softly.

Her face is still covered as her crying dies down to sniffles, but it’s clear that she’s still utterly heartbroken.

Mason scoots from his sitting position on the table in front of the brunette to sink down onto his knees in front of her. She doesn’t respond at all when he takes one of her hands between his and lowers his head into her lap.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” He says, and Camila can hear the sincerity in his unsteady voice, his own tears spilling down onto her knees. “I’m gonna make this up to you, I promise.” He sniffles and buries his head farther into her lap. “I love you so much, Camila.”

Another wave of sadness and anguish rushes through Camila’s chest at his admission, and the heaving cries start back up. Mason’s head remains in her lap and he slinks an arm around her waist, allowing her to cry until she can’t any more.

And when she leans her head gently against his—despite the fact that she’s still crying—he thinks that maybe they’ll be okay.

***

It takes several weeks for Mason to gain any of Camila’s trust back.

He's really trying though—she appreciates the effort he’s putting in—but she’s sworn to herself that it won’t be easy.

He brings her lunch every other day while she’s working. He surprises her with dinner, flowers and sometimes the mini Reese’s peanut butter cups he knows she likes. He’s even gone as far as to rent her favorite movies and set up a theater-like experience in his living room complete with a blanket fort.

Camila loves blanket forts.

And she truly believes he’s sorry and knows that he fucked up, but a part of her is still hesitant.

When she first told Dinah about Mason’s betrayal, the blonde went ape shit. Camila had driven back from his apartment as quickly as she could and when she came storming through the door sobbing uncontrollably, unable to form a coherent sentence, Dinah knew Mason was going to get his ass beat.

“He’s been cheating on you? He’s fucking dead!”

She rose from the couch in a huff and disappeared into her room before she returned with a softball bat in her hand.

Camila’s eyes widen in an almost cartoon-like manner. Dinah has a fucking bat.

“I knew my lucky bat would come in handy one day,” Dinah swings the bat in her hand while admiring it. “I’m gonna go smash his windshield and then his face.” She makes a beeline for the door, but Camila jumps in front of her to block her path.

“Dinah, you can’t do that.”

“Why not? He fucked my best friend over, he should have known better than to pull some stupid shit like that.”

“You don’t need to get arrested for destruction of property and assault.”

Dinah scoffs incredulously, “I’ll just claim it was a crime of passion—they’ll go easy on me. I was simply protecting my best friend’s pride.”

“Dinah, please,” Camila pleads, her eyes welling up with more tears. “I don’t need you doing something stupid. I can’t lose you too.”

She’s crying again now, and Dinah feels horrible. Yeah, her plan wasn’t the most fool proof—it was really fucking stupid if she’s being honest, and she knows it—but she just felt that she needed to do something, anything, to let him know that he can’t hurt someone so precious and just away scot-free.

“Okay,” Dinah drops the softball bat on the floor and wraps Camila back up in a hug, “I’m not leaving you, Walz.” Camila hugs her back and continues to cry into her shirt.

The blonde walks her over to the couch and begins to stroke her hair. “But I am going to rip his head off one of these days. That I can promise you.”

“He said he didn’t mean it,” Camila murmurs through tears into the fabric of her shirt. “It was a mistake.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it, Mila. He chose to do it.”

Camila sniffles and the tears just continue to pour down her cheeks, “I love him, Dinah. I love him, and it hurts. It hurts so fucking much.” The Cuban pushes her face harder against Dinah’s chest. “I can’t breathe.”

Dinah rests her cheek against the crown of Camila’s head. “Ive got you, Mila. And I promise you he won’t get away with it.”

***

Camila didn’t even bother questioning Dinah when Mason’s windshield had been ’mysteriously’ broken later that same night.

Mason didn’t try to confront her about it either—he knew he deserved it.

The Latina couldn’t have been more thankful to have her as a best friend. She’d never been scared to tell Dinah anything before, but this was driving her heart rate through the roof.

So, when she finally plucked up the courage to tell the Polynesian, she braced herself for the worst.

Dinah stared at her with an exasperated look on her face for what must have been an eternity before she even attempted to speak. And when she did, her voice was oozing with venom and hatred as she spit out, “Are you serious? You’re going to take him back? After all of that?”

Camila winced and squeezed her eyes shut; she was prepared for the blonde’s onslaught. Dinah’s lips were pressed in a tight line as she waited for the girl’s reply. Camila opened her eyes and the look hadn’t altered on Dinah’s face. She gulped and her eyes retreated to the floor.

“Y-yes.”

It was squeaky and low, but Dinah caught it.

“Did you forget how badly he hurt you?” The blonde’s jaw clenched tightly. “Do you remember how many times I’ve had to hold you while I slept over because you couldn’t stop crying in the middle of the night?”

Camila chews on her lip and nods.

Dinah’s voice is a lot lower now, “Do you remember how long it took for you to start eating again?”

A jolt of pain punches Camila straight in the gut and her eyes fog over. “Yeah,” She says when she wipes at them with her sleeve.

“Then why?” Dinah’s voice cracks and Camila’s heart throbs against her ribs when she sees her best friend is now the one crying. “What if he hurts you again?”

Camila swallows back her tears and does everything in her power to stay strong. “It’s a risk I have to take, D. I love him. He broke my heart, but he’s been trying so hard to prove that he’s sorry—and I know that he is. I want to give him another chance. He’s shown me that he deserves it.” She lets out a deep breath. “I promise you that I’m not going to make it easy for him, he still has to jump through hoops to earn my trust back. But he’s getting there.” Two pairs of sad, brown eyes lock and Camila knows that Dinah’s resolve is crumbling. “I can’t give up on this, DJ.”

Dinah wipes her tears away and Camila can see the most microscopic hint of smile forming on her lips. Camila’s resilient heart and willingness to give others a second chance even when they don’t deserve it is so like her. “I just hope you know what you’re doing, Mila,” Dina says. “I don’t want to see you like that ever again. And if he fucks up,” The blonde grits her teeth. “I’m going to break more than his fucking windshield this time, and I swear to god, you will not stop me.”

Camila nods, the tension in the air being replaced by a more light-hearted feeling, “Deal.”

“I have a condition before you take him back, though.”

The brunette shoots her a questioning look.

“I want to talk to him first.”

It’s not unreasonable, so Camila nods.

***

Another Eight Months Later

Camila’s given a fair amount of second chances to people in her life.

One moment in particular, being when she was eight. Her best friend had broken one of her favorite toys, Camila’s father fixed it for her and later returned it. After that, Camila wasn’t too keen on letting her friend play with it again, but eventually she relented. The toy remained unbroken for the rest of the time she had it.

That was one of the first few times in her life that she learned it was okay to try to trust someone again after they’ve hurt you.

The first time Mason had betrayed her, Camila had somehow found it within herself to give the boy another chance. In a way, she knew he didn’t deserve it, but her heart wouldn’t allow her to give up so easily on him.

Now that he’s standing in front of her and—once again—breaking her heart, she wishes she had.

This time around, he isn’t very remorseful. He seems almost happy to be dumping her right now. Atleast, that’s the feeling she’s getting from behind his cold demeanor.

“I can’t do this anymore, Camila. We haven’t been happy in a while. She makes me happy, I want to be with her.”

They’ve been arguing for what feels like years. After Camila came home to try to fix whatever the problem was between them this time, she saw Mason’s phone light up on the table with an incoming call from his ex. He didn’t even try to deny it, instead insisting on coming right out with it.

Camila thinks, in a way, she should have known this would happen again. There’s some sort of saying about it, right?

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

She regrets that she didn’t listen to Dinah’s warning. Instead, Mason played her once again and she fell for it.

“You need to go,” Camila says as she gathers her jacket in one hand, her keys in the other. She’s keeping herself busy, so he doesn’t notice the waver in her voice when another sob threatens to wrack through her. “Please just take your stuff and get out.”

“I’m planning on it.”

Even though this—much like the first time—is his fault, he’s being an asshole. A snarky fucking asshole.

His tone makes Camila flinch and she’s grinding her teeth together to stop from yelling any more when she reaches to turn the door knob. “Just get the fuck out. And I would suggest you don’t try to steal anything of mine. I’ll let Dinah at you this time.”

With that, she slams the door shut and stalks off down the street.

The sign for the bar called J&J’s that she always passes by on her way home catches her eye. She doesn’t drink very often, but the urge to do so right now is very appealing. Maybe it’ll calm her nerves and she can forget for a while.

Camila pushes through the front door and makes a beeline for the bar. The place isn’t very busy, there’s just a few customers scattered around (now that she’s thinking about it, this place has never looked that busy). None of them seem to take notice of her, and she’s beyond relieved.

She wipes the few stray tears from her cheeks and flags down a bartender. He approaches her and doesn’t get a chance to ask what she would like to order, or for her ID, before she’s spitting out, “A shot of whiskey, please.”

***

Present Day

Lauren exhales softly as her eyes trail from the textbook in her hand to the eggshell-colored walls in front of her.

She’s been simultaneously trying to study for an upcoming test while redecorating her apartment; her definition of redecorating includes dragging out all the boxes she has yet to unpack, opening them and sifting through their contents before moving onto another project, which would be painting. The boring color slapped on the walls was really starting to depress her; she’s happily opted to repaint them a light blue, to which her landlord was surprisingly keen about.

Probably because it’s free labor, Lauren laughs to herself.

And here she is; her favorite playlist on in the background, plastic covering the floors, paint tray laying on a chair in the middle of the room—while the rest is a disaster—and a roller in one hand while her textbook rests in the other.

Lauren’s always enjoyed painting, even if she is just painting the walls a single color. Her thick eyebrows scrunch together, and her tongue pokes out as she scans the page for where she left off.

The phone goes off on the table right as she finds her spot again.

Returning the roller to its tray, she tucks her book under one arm and grabs the device. Camila’s name is flashing on the screen and she smiles. She accepts the call and brings the phone to her ear.

“Hi, Camz.”

“Hey, Lauren. Are you busy?”

Lauren gazes around at the huge mess that is now her apartment. “Uhm, not really. What’s up?”

“Can I come over?”

It’s subtle, but Lauren picks up on how Camila’s voice wavers. She settles on letting it go for now; she doesn’t want to push the girl, and Camila will tell her when (and if) she’s ready.

“Yeah, of course,” She sets the book down on the table and takes a seat on her couch. “I’ll text you my address, okay?”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you.” The line clicks, and Lauren fires off her text before she slides the phone back onto the table.

Camila arrives at her apartment about twenty minutes later. Lauren immediately smiles at how her hoodie is two sizes too big for her and the fact that she’s wearing socks with her sandals. Ushering Camila inside, she shuts the door and the girl stills in the middle of her living room, no doubt surveying the huge mess in front of her.

“I thought you said you weren’t busy?” She says hesitantly looking around at the clutter.

Lauren shakes her head, trying to unsuccessfully assure Camila that she isn’t busy, “I’m not. I was just doing some redecorating and studying a little bit. It’s not a big deal.”

Camila throws her a look over her shoulder and smiles gently. “Can I have a tour then?”

“Sure.” Lauren leads her to the kitchen first; It’s small and simple, not much decoration around aside from the magnets holding family pictures all over the fridge, and a few, small potted plants in random spots everywhere. A small, wooden table resides by the only window. It’s very ideal for someone who lives alone.

“You’ve seen the living room,” Lauren comments passively as they drift through the mess again, heading in the direction of her bedroom. She twists the knob and steps through the threshold.

The first thing that Camila notices, is how Lauren everything is. Even though she hasn’t known Lauren for that long, she can see that the room is very fitting of her personality.

There are posters of The 1975 and Lana Del Rey plastered everywhere. Her bed is a little messy and unmade, but other than that, the room is tidy. She has a record player in the corner, vinyl’s piled underneath it, almost as if they’re a makeshift table.

There’s a desk against the wall opposite her bed with her laptop sitting on it and a few books lined up beside the desk lamp. She recognizes one of the books as To Kill A Mockingbird.

The only other pieces of furniture she has are a bookshelf and a nighstand.

“Your room is cute,” Camila murmurs. “It’s very you.” When she spins on her heel, her eye catches something resting against the wall in the corner. She approaches it and her entire face lights up theatrically.

“What?” Lauren asks.

“You play guitar? I didn’t know.”

Lauren rubs her forearm nervously, “Sort of. I’m not that good. I try to play in my free time, but I’ve been pretty busy lately.” She leans against the door frame as she watches Camila. “Can you play?”

“Yeah, I’ve been playing since I was twelve. I love acoustic music.” Lauren motions for her to grab it. Her fingers wrap around the neck of the guitar and she hoists it up into her arms before she sits cross-legged on the bed. Lauren saunters over and sits next to her.

“Play me something?” Her green eyes glimmer; a reflection of diamonds and Camila finds that she can’t deny Lauren anything.

Her fingers move instinctually over the chords; playing guitar has always been second nature to her. Lauren can’t tear her eyes from Camila’s face. Her eyes are closed, brow is furrowed, and her lip tucked between pearly teeth as she concentrates on the feeling of the music.

It’s breathtaking to see Camila lose herself in something she truly enjoys.

When she strums the last chord, her eyes open and Lauren focuses on how they remind her of the coffee she had this morning; a deep mocha color complete with a splash of milk and a teaspoon of honey.

Camila clears her throat when Lauren seems to be staring at her in a daze.

“That was beautiful,” Lauren rasps out. You’re beautiful.

Camila blushes and tries to hide behind her curtain of hair. “Thank you,” She mumbles genuinely. She rises from the bed and places the guitar back against the wall in the corner.

Lauren strides past her, brushing against her shoulder as she steps back into the living room. Camila follows and finds Lauren rooted in place, staring at the wall, a finger pressed against her chin. A thoughtful look is plastered on her face.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” She says suddenly.

Camila is confused by the lack of relevance to the question and shakes her head. Lauren pads softly into the kitchen. Camila can hear Lauren rifling around through a drawer when she mutters a quick ’aha!’ then has returned in no time. When Camila spins around, there’s a joint in one of Lauren’s hands and a lighter in the other.

Camila eyes her hand then chuckles. “You keep your weed in the kitchen?”

Lauren shoots her a lop-sided smile, “I rolled it up earlier, but I forgot about it when I started studying.” She lights the joint and takes a deep drag. The smoke rolls from her mouth when she exhales, and her arm extends, offering the joint to Camila. “Do you want some?”

Camila contemplates for a second. She’s smoked weed a few times before, and she didn’t really care for it. Then again, she wasn’t in great company. But this is Lauren, and Lauren is different. She shrugs and takes the joint between her fingers.

She takes a drag and then passes it back to the older cuban.

The continue passing the joint back and forth for a while before it’s burnt out and Lauren deposits it in the ashtray in the kitchen. There’s a glass of water in her hand for Camila when she returns and takes takes a seat on the couch next to her.

Camila accepts the water gratefully and pretty much chugs the entire thing.

“So, what brings you to my humble abode, Ms. Camila Cabello?” Lauren says as her lips curve into a playful smile. Her usually green eyes are now a hazy shade of grey; they remind Camila of the clouds before a rainstorm.

Camila bites her lip as she thinks of how to answer. Should she tell Lauren about her nightmare and inability to sleep after? Or should she just pretend everything is okay and tell her she just wanted to spend time with her?

She doesn’t want to talk about it. But she doesn’t want to lie.

She can’t lie to Lauren.

'I,“ She inhales a shaky breath, and pulls her knees into her chest, "I had a horrible dream. I haven’t been able to sleep since.” She tries to swallow the lump now forming in her throat. “Ive been awake since five-thirty this morning. I just needed something to distract myself from the thoughts.”

Lauren frowns at the fact that Camila only sees her as a distraction.

Camila watches the sadness pass through her stormy eyes and nearly jumps out of her skin. “I didn’t mean it like that, Lauren.” She chews hard on her lip, “I feel better when I’m with you. My heart doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.” When Lauren won’t make eye contact, Camila frets that she’s already fucked everything up.

“Really?” It comes out so quietly that Camila almost doesn’t hear it.

“Really,” She confirms instantly, eager to let Lauren know that she’s becoming important to her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She declines with the shake of her head. Lauren doesn’t push any further; she simply comforts Camila by intertwining their fingers and letting them rest in the space between them.

The air is a little awkward and tense, so Camila squeezes the girl’s fingers and with the smallest of smiles on her face asks, “Did you need some help painting?”

Lauren grins brightly back at Camila and tugs their joined hands, pulling her from the couch to lead her over to the tray of paint. Letting go of her hand, she crouches and digs through a bag on the floor to produce another paint roller.

“Alright,” Camila says as she dips her roller in the paint. “Let’s do this.”

[babyshawwn]

Boys Like Him

MASTERLIST

A/N: Everything I write at the moment doesn’t turn out how I want, so I apologize in advance for this. 

Word count: 3,2k

I had been on tour with Shawn for about a month now and though we’d been dating for almost a year, I had never tagged along his tours before nor had I ever really gone to one of his shows, so sitting on the floor of the hotel room and doing my homework was a rather big step for us. Bringing me along and sharing this speical part of him was a rather big step for us. 

I guess we were moving a bit slower than teenagers normally would, but the pace of the relationship seemed perfect for the both of us. At least it was perfect for me; while Shawn had adapted to the steady pace instead of pushing me too hard. 

Shawn was my first real love - not that I hadn’t been around guys before but he was the only one who made it this close to my heart - that I otherwise kept guarded so I wouldn’t get myself hurt. I had heard way too many love songs about broken hearts and I guess I had simply decided, I wasn’t going to put myself through that. 

I’d watched a relationship fall apart too many times at home; mom and dad always screaming and shouting, leaving then coming back, ripping each other’s hearts into tiny bits and smothered pieces and I guess that made fear love. Fear to be loved. And fear giving someone my love. I didn’t want to end up like them. 

It had been easier to just push people away once they had gotten too close – uncomfortably close – but with Shawn, I couldn’t help it. He kept moving closer to my heart and even when I tried, I couldn’t push him away. He wouldn’t let me. 

My mother always said it would be boys like him tearing my heart in two. Doing what they do best; taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies. She had always warned me about boys like Shawn. Too good to be true. But Shawn, Shawn wasn’t this boy my mother had always put people like him out to be. 

Shawn was loving. Shawn was kind. Shawn was genuine. And Shawn was the essence of a gentleman; always making me feel as loved as when we first met. Holding the door for me, grabbing my hand in public so he wouldn’t lose sight of me, making sure my seatbelt was always on, checking if I remembered to drink enough water during the day. All those little actions of love I rarely saw other people do now a days. 

I still lacked some confidence when it came to myself and giving myself entirely to him. With all my flaws and my temper, my mood swings and my distance. Honestly being in a relationship with someone was still a challenge for me but Shawn never failed to remind me how beautiful I was, how strong our love was, or how right I was in his eyes. 

He never failed to make me believe that being emotionally naked with someone could be pleasant as well, rather than scary and uncomfortable. I was still learning how to let my walls down around him but Shawn had been nothing but patient with me. 

He had nothing but patience when it came to winning my heart or being given another piece of my soul. He had nothing but patience when it came to earning my love. 

The tour had taken a tool on me, though. I’d been stressed out and feeling anxious. One thing was dealing with screaming fans and being away from home, another one was constantly having to catch up on school work and all the assignments and papers I knew was piling up. Another thing was shutting out false rumours about models and fans winning his heart. 

It didn’t feel like I had the chance to catch my breath properly, I was just sinking in deeper and Shawn had clearly noticed. I was afraid of pushing him away because that’s what I usually do when things overwhelm me. I push away and I run. As fast as I can. 

I could never stop comparing myself to the people around him; the models, the fans, whoever he met. Shawn could have perfect and I was nowhere near being perfect. 

I guess, I never knew what it meant dating someone who lived in such a public world and how much it could affect how I was feeling. It was scary. A relationship was scary in itself but having the entire world watching, it was more than frightening and Shawn noticed just how much it had been affecting me lately. 

I wasn’t my usual bubbly self, cracking jokes and making him laugh. I wasn’t warm or open or talkative and lately, I’ve been having stupid thoughts. 

I couldn’t help but think my mood swings and dark days would push Shawn away from me. That he would finally see my flaws and broken parts and realize this wasn’t what he wanted. That I wasn’t what he wanted. 

Someday he would realize he could have any girl in the world, someday he would realize how much better he could do. 

I put the pen down, crossing my legs and letting my heavy head rest in my palms. I couldn’t get anything done with these thoughts running through my mind, slowly suffocating me with every breath I took. 

I didn’t even gaze up from the book when Shawn came in with a loving smile on his face. He bended down and placed a tender kiss on the top of my hair, letting his chin rest on my head gently. 

“How’s it going, hon?” he asked, his thumbs running down my bare neck. 

“It’s okay, hard” I shrugged. “I still need to read half this book, though. I just feel like my brain is melting” 

“Maybe taking a break would help on that?” he laughed, his nose brushing in my hair.

“I really shouldn’t” I muttered, chewing on my bottom lip. 

“Just for an hour. Remember how you’re always telling me not to run myself too hard?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at me. 

I rolled my eyes but nodded at his words. Shawn’s hand slipped across my lap and gently his fingers removed the pen from my hand and he put it down. 

“Well, this is me telling you” he said, softly stroking my knuckles with his fingertips. “I’ll help you study afterwards” 

“Taking in consideration that you haven’t opened a book in like a year, I think I’ll pass” I joked, glancing up at him. 

Shawn’s warm eyes met my gaze and he sent me a sweet smile, though he still rolled his eyes at my mocking comment. 

“I’ll force you to take a break anyways” 

“Oh, okay then” I agreed, lightly shaking my head at him. 

Shawn held out his hand so he could pull me up from the floor. Letting my fingers slide into his hands and wrapping around his fingers, he lead me towards the rather big hotel bathroom. I wrinkled my forehead in confusion at him, but Shawn didn’t take the time to explain his actions to me. 

In the bathroom, Shawn had already run a nice bath and dropped a bath bomb into the steaming hot water. The tub was packed with small purple bubbles and the scent of lavender filled the room. 

“Lavender?” 

Shawn couldn’t stand the smell of lavender. It always reminded him of this wine he’d had too much of once. 

“It’s supposed to be relaxing” he explained, scratching the back of his neck. I nodded once as my fingers were nervously rubbing my damp palms. 

The sides of the bathtub were full of different coloured candles already burning on their fullest. Shawn turned the lights off and left the room in the dim shades of the burning candle lights. John Mayer was softly playing in the background, Shawn knowing his voice always made me somewhat calm. 

At first, I couldn’t force a word out of my dry lips, I just stared at the romantic gesture with a slight smile escaping my lips. Shawn’s arms wrapped around my waist from behind and he gently pulled me closer to his chest. He pressed his forehead against my neck, his skin heating up my entire body. 

“I thought we could take a bath together, take your mind off things” he said softly, pressing his burning lips against my neck. 

I tilted my head to the side, allowing myself to feel his lips on my skin entirely. The heat rose in my cheeks and I knew a slight blush was already showing. I didn’t want to ruin this sweet moment, but stripping down and getting completely naked with Shawn was – apparently – a lot for me to take. 

“I-I don’t know” I stuttered, biting into my lip roughly. “I mean this is so sweet, Shawn but-“ 

“But what? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, his sore voice cracking over at the end. I could hear the slight wreck of disappointment in his voice as his hands dropped from my body. 

“No, Shawn. This is amazing,” I stuttered again, feeling the guilt creep into my mind. 

Shawn tilted his head to meet my eyes, but I turned my body slightly so he wouldn’t face me. The heat flushed over my entire body and left a burning feeling on my skin. I played uncomfortable with my fingers, rubbing my palms and swallowing the lump in my dry throat. 

Shawn’s heavy breathing sounded behind me, but he didn’t force me to look at him. Once again, he was nothing but patient with me. His fingertips reached out for me and slipped down my shaking body. 

“Babe, are you embarrassed?” he asked, suddenly. I knew him well enough to know a little smile was peaking on his lips right this second. 

“Shawn” I piped, my glance flickering around the dim room. 

“You are, aren’t you?” 

“Shawn, stop it” I brushed off quickly. 

“You’re embarrassed” he teased me slightly, grabbing for my hand. I fought him at first but Shawn was stubborn and forced me to give in within seconds. 

“Fine, okay. Fine. I am” I gave in. 

“But why?” he wondered genuinely. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before” 

“I know that, I just… It’s just… so naked” I stumbled over my own words, struggling to force air into my lungs. “I don’t even know, okay? It’s stupid.” 

Shawn turned me around this time so he could look at me properly while speaking. At first, I tried my best to avoid his burning eyes but his thumb forced up my chin so I couldn’t help but meet his dark gaze on me. Shawn didn’t say anything; he didn’t move, he barely even breathed. He just looked at me. He just looked at me as a smile ran across his rosy lips. 

I wanted to speak but Shawn closed the tiny gap between our lips before I had the chance. His hands held my face firmly as he kissed me passionately. I melted into the kiss feeling his left hand slip behind my neck and his right hand tipping up my chin and forcing me deeper into his familiar mouth. 

I felt his hand fumble with the hem of my t-shirt and shortly after, he pushed the shirt above my head without removing his warm lips from mine. 

“Shawn-“ I gasped into his lips, but pressed them further against me to stop me from speaking. 

His soft hands ran slowly down my chest, pressing against my beating heart for only a second before sliding further down my naked stomach. His fingertips reached the buttons in my jeans and rather quickly, he had them unbuttoned and was pulling them down my thighs.

His lips followed the traces his fingertips had made seconds before while pushing down my jeans. My fingers disappeared into his dark hair as I threw my head back in pleasure feeling his warm yet wet mouth on my tender skin. Without taking his burning eyes off mine, he gently but slowly took of my bra and then my panties. 

His touches when taking off my clothes was mostly sensual but this time, his fingers caressed my body lovingly. Every crack, every crease, every inch of skin his fingers met on the way. 

When he had finally undressed me entirely, Shawn stripped down himself and let his feet slide into the hot water in the tub. Holding my hands, he helped me into the water so I could join him. Shawn rested his back against the edge and spread his legs to each side of the tub, beckoning for me to get between his legs. 

Still feeling embarrassed and rather uncomfortable, I did what he told me with slight hesitation. Lowering myself into the burning hot water, Shawn firmly held my hands so I wouldn’t slip. Shawn gently took a hairband from my wrist and smoothly, he put my dry hair into a bun. 

“Why are you so uncomfortable?” he asked gently. “Tell me what’s going on.” 

Laying between his legs with my back resting against his chest, I felt his fingertips softly run up and down my naked stomach. Almost reaching my breasts but then softly sliding down my naked stomach once again. His chin was leaning on my shoulder, continuingly placing small but tender kisses on my damp neck. 

“Can we not talk about it?” I whispered, biting the inside of my cheek. Shawn leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. 

“No, tell me.” 

His fingers continued to caress my naked body under the water, stroking in small circles and rubbing his thumbs against my thighs. 

“I’m just so naked. Laying here like this” I paused, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m entirely stripped down and you get to see all of me. Even the ugly parts. Literally all of my body and I just… Don’t like it” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I’m showing you all of my flaws and you have time to look at them”

“I love looking at you” 

“But what if you look too long and you start finding things you don’t like” I whispered, sinking further into the water. 

The silent crack in my voice told Shawn, this wasn’t just about laying here with him naked. It was about so much more. All my insecurities and all my fears. He found my hands under the surface of the water and wrapped his fingers around mine. 

“Honestly, the more I look at you, the more I love you. The more I find things I adore about you. The more time I spend with you, the more I want to be with you.” Shawn tilted his head as his lips met mine shortly. “I keep finding new things I love about you, new things that makes me fall even more in love with you” 

“But I’m not perfect” 

“You’re perfect for me”  

“That’s a lie” 

“It’s not. I love you” he said quietly. “I love you so much I can barely breathe”

“I love you too, Shawn but-” 

“No, listen to me babe” he said. This time his voice was more firm. “I love you so fucking much. I love how you struggle to breath when you’re laughing and I love how you make me laugh even on my darkest days. I love how you bite into your lip when you’re uncomfortable or how you play with your fingers when you’re nervous. Everything I see, I love it. I love everything I see when I look at you, even the stretch marks on your lower stomach or the dark creases by the edge of your eyes you always complain about. I love you even when you shut down and push me away. I love you like this; naked and real. I love you despite your fear of letting me love you. And nothing I see or hear is going to change that” 

“Shawn, I-” 

“No, I need you to know that. I need you to understand how much I love you” 

“It’s hard” 

“I know, babe. I know it’s hard for you. I knew you grew up thinking love was how your parents acted, I know that’s what the only thing you know. But that wasn’t love, love doesn’t tear you apart. Love this is. Right here, right now. All I’m asking you is to believe my words” 

“I want too, I really want too” 

“Baby, you should never be embarrassed or uncomfortable about being entirely naked with me. Not like this but not emotionally either. You’re always going to be just right to me. You’re always going to be the only thing I want and nothing you do or say is ever going to change that” Shawn’s voice died over but the words kept replaying in my head a few seconds afterwards. 

I was quiet for a moment – taking all these words in – and Shawn let me chew on his words in silence. His fingers tighten their grip around my body as he pulled me closer to his naked chest. His lips kissed along my jawline, lovingly leaving traces of his love behind on my tender skin. 

“I really do love you, Shawn. I’m getting there, I promise. Thank you for always being so patient with me” I whispered back. 

My fingers wrapped around his arms and I embraced him for a second. I had all these things I wanted to say to him, all these things he needed to know but I couldn’t put words on it. It was impossible to me. Instead, I just embraced him. I held him tight and I felt his entire body against mine.  

“I’ll always be patient with you” he whispered back, his nose brushing against my hair. 

His fingers kept tracing naked parts of my body underneath the warm water, leaving trails of bubbles from my collarbone, down my stomach and reaching my thighs gently. 

And then suddenly, laying here in his arms completely naked and stripped down for some reason made me feel safer than I ever had before. Showing this much of myself, letting someone this close to my insecurities had always been a struggle but with Shawn it was just easy. It was always easy being around him. Because I knew he would cherish every part of me given to him. I knew he would keep me safe and sound and make sure nothing bad ever happened to me - because whether or not I understood why - he truly loved me. He didn’t just want to hold my hand, he wanted to hold my heart. When he said he wanted me, it was all of me and not just one part. 

And I guess that’s when you know it’s right. When you stop being scared of love, scared of falling in love. That’s when it becomes real. That’s when you know you’re truly at home with someone. My heart was safe with him; it was at home in his hands. And I guess my mother doesn’t always know best when it comes to boys like him.