#tesla step random shit

[adcmans]

Idk if anyone does this but do you ever just listen to music and look at fanart of your favorite character? I do it all the time when I have nothing to do or I don’t write.

Then when you like Underrated characters/shows it is rare to find art.

[cupidscrule]

MESSY. Leon X reader fanfiction.

TW - Noncon, kidnapping, knife play, murder.

About -

You go to the bar alone, Leon's your overprotective boyfriend. Unfortunately you end up with a mouth full of cock from four strangers so Leon has to step in.

You were always a girl who turned heads, whenever you stepped into a room. But that was just along with the perk of having an agent boyfriend, lucky lucky girl. Stunning body, cute face, great personality. And the perfect partner to go with it, man you had it ALL, money, some sort of fame, and love. Only down side was that Leon never and I mean NEVER let you go places alone, geez dude I'm a grown woman and I can't even drive myself to the club? But his protective behavior was kind of cute so I always just let it slide, didn't matter just meant I could show off to all those creeps I'm taken. Which seemed to happen a lot, Leon sits in the back of the bar, I'm up at the front just trying to make talk with my girls until a fat bald man starts trying to flirt with me, they all looked the same. Middle aged unfit unkempt gross probably married men hitting on a girl half his age, honestly it was more pathetic then anything. Plus nothing interesting ever happened, Leon would come up behind me give me a kiss on my neck and give the creep a look and they would leave. Ugh same old story each time, honestly it was getting BORING I love drama and this shit just happens, feels like they don't even want me if they're gonna give up THAT easily..

But that's all besides the point, men in bars are gross creepy pedos, not that I was underage but it just feels creepy when a 50 year old is trying to fuck a 21 year old? Y'know? Just gives me the ick, but this all kinda seemed to fucken change one day. " Leon pleasee- just let me go- no com'on I'll be good- no seriously I can handle myself." I begged Leon to just let me get wasted at my favorite bar alone, I don't know what I'm even thinking honestly I'm just bored and don't want him to be around, don't get me wrong I love love LOVE Leon just sometimes a girls GOTTA be alone? "Hun- no. Ah don't look at me like that- okay- yeah, mhm. Sure. Fine, just- be back soon? Mhm?" He finally says those heavenly words "Sure" it was like a choir of angels started fucking singing, god touched you, the most wonderful word ever fuckin created. A dream that finally came true "AHH THANK YOU !!" I scream out in excitement hugging him tightly, Leon's like 5'11. I'm 5'2, so it's a bit awkward trying to hug him but we make it work? Kinda? Either way it doesn't matter I get to go out alone today!! I put on just a basic outfit, didn't really feel like I was in the mood to get harassed, just a simple black oversized hoodie, obviously from Leon, duh. And a white skirt you could barely see from underneath, giving myself a pat on the back got that one, it was cute, and comfy.

I get into my Tesla, Leon FINALLY bought it, well for himself more but the details don't matter, all that does is I'm driving ALONE. Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning when they see those dinky presents left by "Santa", god the adrenaline.

Carefully pulling out of the driveway and to my favorite place 'jédem lè démen' sounds dumb as fuck but they served cheap shots and played decent music, all that really matters in a drinking place. But damn it was a far drive, almost 40 minutes just to get to one shitty place. But normally it was always worth the time it took, I mean at least I don't have to listen to Leon or anyone else talk, just put on the radio and listen to Brittany Speers what else could a girl want?

"FINALLY" after what felt like YEARS I finally made it, the dim lights , flashing open sign. And random homeless man OD'ing in the corner, a girls dream place. Walking up to open the stained door, the yellowish light now beaming over you feels just like home walking up to sit at the BEST place, also known as the place no one sits cause it's weird. Dead in the center at the bar, there was normally at least a 3 chair gap between you, as it should be honestly. I don't want a greasy old geezer to be rubbing up against me, makes me wanna vomit. "Can I get a bloody Marry?" I ask the bar tender, the place seemed pretty empty only a few people in booths jeez it was like someone told everyone 'AGENT LEON KENNEDYS FUTURE WIFE WILL BE COMING TO THIS SHITHOLE, UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR TEETH KICKED IN DONT COME' I mean not that Leon would actually ever hurt someone, he was a dick but not evil? "Here, $3.23." the bartender handed me, ah yes the holy grail of drinks, cheap ass medicore alcohol. "Hey there cutely" EW, what? I feel a hot breath on my neck, turning my head slightly and looking at the werido, yeah pretty much what I expect, oily gross middle aged men. Hitting on ME. Really thought this wouldn't happen this time but here we are, "I'm not interested sorry" I say passive aggressively, ugh all I want is ONE night in peace. The ugly pig doesn't leave after that though, "awe com'on sweet heart? I could make you feel real good hunny " he says getting a little close to comfort, I grit my teeth. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? "I have a boyfriend, go get your dick wet somewhere else" Yeesh that could've gotten me killed but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do-? After all that I feel like it's over, I mean no one in the bar noticed what was going on so-? "Whatever" he says walking away, just as I thought, man it's a miracle at this point. I get back to drinking away that scenario for another 40 or so minutes, damn it's late I gotta get goin before Leon starts spam callin me..

I pay my tab and walk out, the cold air hitting my face, it was winter but I wasn't exactly dressed for that. The flickering light from the post, cool breeze running down my legs, cold as fuck, just my luck it seems. Out the corner of my eye I see the pig, not really suspicious I mean a lot of people were calling it a night who was I to judge Mr pedo for going to bed at midnight? "Awe bunny you're already going?" The man says, I can see him walking towards me, it looked like he had a few of his other ugly friends with him. They made a fucken club it seems, loser incel annonams.

"I already said I'm not interested" I say trying to plator on a fake ass smile looking over at the virgin corner. "Well you see short stuff, I don't fucken care? Y'know, so how about we make this nice and easy, me and my guys take you back to my place. No pain, just get in our car and we'll give you the night of your life and tomorrow morning you can go run to your little boyfriends, hm?" He says grinning, walking closer towards me, ew. "In your fucking dream." I say walking away, they didn't have to balls to actually grab me, right? I start walking towards MY car, honestly as fast as I can without running. Till I feel a hand grab my wrist, "mmmm, now what did I say? You're either leaving here was us willingly or we'll have to use some extra measures" one the guys says, a shiver goes up my arm, as I try to pull away. "I don't care just let me go- please - no I don't want to go with you,  fuck LET ME GO-" I blabber out as the put my arms behind my back, before putting a ball gag in my mouth and dragging me to their car, shoving me in the trunk. They duck tape my arms and legs together, damn strong fucking adhesive for some spur of the moment kidnaping, I'm kicking and screaming trying to get out, it's crammed, there's a pipe and some pliars behind me, the fuck are they gonna do with a metal pipe? That's so random.

They drove for awhile, I'm not the strongest but I managed to get to tape off my wrists, tears rolling down my face, I didn't have my phone with me I left it in the car. Fucking idiot you are, after a while the car finally stopped. You heard the doors open, as they busted open the truck, you saw the entrance to a beaten down house. Overgrown plants and moldy looking wood, just your luck, poor creeps had to kidnap and rape you. Lucky fucking girl, they grab me out, putting a knife to my throat genstering for me to get walkin inside, I don't have much of a choice given at any second my throat could be slit so I just do what they say. Leon's otta find me, right? He always told me if god forbid I ever got in scenario where I was taken without him to just do what they said and pay attention to every detail, he always talked to me like a dog. they shove me Into the house, locking the door and one of the men grabbed me and held me from my back. Preventing my arms from moving, "such a cute fucking girl, what's your name love?" The virgin leader says to me, grabbing my chin "none of your fucking business." I say trying to pull my face away, there were 4 people, well less people more dogs. Animals. disgusting little things, he slaps my face, hard. I flinch a little, tears falling from my eyes, one of the other men taking a knife cutting my shirt off, my tits popping out. They start roughing me up, the man from behind starts moving his hand towards my cunt, goin real slow, "please - no - STOP" I shout squirming away, trying to push my arms out of the position they were in, they throw me onto my stomage, hitting the floor, my legs are still tied as I can't move, I hear them unzip their pants, Jesus this is actually happening, this is happening and I can't do anything. "Fuck man, we got so lucky. A nice little Whore all to ourselves." One man says, ripping off my pretty little white skirt, leaving me in my panties and lacy white bra, I feel a pressure be put on my back so I can't move, then a little poke, like a needle "what- ah- what the fuck is that -??" I frantically spit out before feeling my body get heavy, "a little relaxer, can't have you runnin on us?" Leader guy says, flipping me to my back, showing my laced white panties with a bow, cute little lacy white matching bra, almost as if you were dressed an angel, cute isn't it. You couldn't move, felt like dead weight but you were conscience the man from before cuts off your Bra, dragging the knife over your stomage, pushing just hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, you wanna scream but you can't. They untie your legs, the leader man pulls out his hard on, blood running down your stomage the man with a knife cuts off your pretty panties, each man spits on your pussy. Before leader virgin rams into you, hard, rough. I can't scream, just watch and cry, my voice feels to weak, just a silent cry, as the knife man continues cutting me with shallow strikes, the others sit on the couch and jack off to me, the first man finishes inside me, before spreading my legs farther and hitting my swollen pussy, like a fucking pig. Blood dripping from my chest and arms, cum falling out my cunt, I don't remember anything else, just pain. I started to fade out of reality once they brought the pipe out.

I woke up the next day dumped infront of the bar from last night, I remembered everything but at the same time fuck all?

I see the still fresh cuts over my body, they put a white t shirt over me, didn't bother giving me new panties it seems. I shakily walk towards my car, surprisingly it's still there. The bar Is closed, and the sun is rising. A part of me felt like I should go to the police but something was telling me to just drive to Leon. He was safer.

After a horrible 45 minute drive, of me crying my eyes out and whining. I get to our home, parking the car and shakily walking inside where I see Leon sitting on the couch drinking.. tea? What the fuck is going on, "you're finally home." He says in a stern voice before glancing over at me, it takes him a few seconds to process what he's seeing, face going from slightly irratied to shock. Blood stained shirt, and bruises EVERWHERE, "l-leon.." I say in my still shaky voice before stumbling towards him falling into his chest tears staining his black shirt, "what the fuck happened? Who did this? What??" He says holding me, "these ... Guys grabbed me, mm." I quitely say into his chest, grabbing at his shoulders. A complete personality shift when your scared with Leon, you could feel him let go of you. "Did they take you somewhere?" He asks pulling me away from his tits, "yeah" I mumble quitely, "where?" He asks still looking down at me. "630 Connie street W. Moldy house with overgrown plants- I paid attention to the setting like you told me" you say slightly smiling, face still tear stained but hey you were kinda proud of yourself.

"Go a shower, I'll be back later. I know it's scary, but trust me." He says placing me on the cushion next to him, before standing up, giving me a kiss on the head and walking out. Getting into the car and driving off, the fuck was he gonna do? Surely couldn't be that bad but really what was he thinking? You watch him drive off and he wasnt back for another 4 hours.

In that time I already showered, got new clothes, and by that I mean putting another one of Leon's shirts on and a pair of shorts. I was sitting on the couch watching true crime, when the door opens and I see Leon, holding four guys who looked bloody "these the guys?" He says looking towards me. My face drops, "yeah-?" I say after a few seconds, looking at Leon manhandling these massive guys. Jesus Christ, it was a sight to see, he shoots them in the head, one at a time. Then grabs their lifeless corpse and throwing them in his trunk. Driving for another hour and coming back.

When he came back he had a little heart cake a my melody plushie.

"I love you" he says handing you the items hugging you. "Love you too"

[thickbihhwitdagapp]

i wish i missed my ex; Cairo & Omega

i wish i missed my ex - Mahalia

cw: nsfw, smut, car sex/tesla (idk i personally wouldn’t fuck in a tesla but if you got it like that then..), afab real ader, black coded, black girl that looks tf good!, bad bitch, black girls getting dicked down!!, choking, squirting, nipple piercings, raw sex (wrap that shit up, ftk), failed relationship, ex-bf/gf, asshole cairo,

wc:

ss: cairo is an oblivious rich asshole, ocis a dumb bitch that took a trip to nyc knowing he lives there and surprised they end up fucking.

cairo is 6’5 & omega is 5’7 so jus pretend the tesla backseat was big enough for those D2 athletes, thank youuuu.

this my first fic on here so not too fkn much!

you can account for all the steps that led to this very moment. with you’re long 40” bussdown, now laying wildly along the backseats of his matte black tesla. your bra hanging off the headrest of the passenger seat while your white pinned tank top is pulled up right over your full double d’s. the diamond playboy bunny nipple rings shining, only enticing him further. his hand held your latex skirt over your belly button as he drilled your shit in some random parking lot.

you said you’d never let him hit again. he was an arrogant piece of shit and you were tired of dealing with him. you vowed to respect yourself more. somewhere between that and five shots of Casa Migos led to you calling his phone at 3 in the morning, telling him you were in his city and you needed a ride.

and here you were, legs thrown over his shoulders as he rocked his hips into you like a man possessed. sweat slides down the valley of your chest, and his nasty ass bent over and licked it up. he was so fucking filthy, and so fine.

“s-so good, megs.” he sighed. his eyes glossed over and half open. as he thrusted into you lazily.

you sounded so fucking pathetic. the faint smirk on his face making it known he was enjoying this a little too much.

"It feels good? You like that?"

you tried to ignore him in hopes of avoiding him using you as an ego boost, but as his hips forced a particular thrust into you and his hand wrapped around your neck, you let out a squeaky “yes,”

your moans filled the car, as you tapped his chest in warning. grunting, he snatched your hand and put it against the window. “fuck, i—,” a chill spread through your belly and down your legs till your toes scrunched and a clear stream pushed his dick out of you.

“oh, shittt!”

his hand rubbed your clit, making your body convulse and more water squirt out of you. “that’s what the fuck i’m talking about, give me that shit.”

and you did. your back bending, mouth open wide with screams clawing out of your throat as this man took your soul once again.

he stopped, you thought in effort to let you get your head back together, until he pushed your legs to make your knees and shoulders touch and slipped his dick back into your aching pussy. he wrapped both of his hands around your neck, bullying his way through your tired and drenched walls. as your eyes rolled back, you slowly loss consciousness. he slapped you lightly, “cmon baby, you can’t take dick no more?” he chuckled,

“f-f-fuck you”

“i’m tryin. you acting like you can’t take it though,” he pouted mockingly.

“look at you letting me fuck you in my tesla, like a bitch in heat,” he says biting his lip and holding his shirt up to let your juices splash against his abs. “i knew you wasn’t done with me baby, you ain’t gon ever be, hear me?”

you whined trying to process his word and the beating he was giving to your poor pussy. “yeaaa you hear me. you like this shit huh?”

he didn’t even need an answer with the way you were splashing him. the crescents of your nails would be reminding him of jus how much you enjoyed yourself.

slowing down his thrusts he let out a deep groan before putting his hands beside your head on the seat and fully laying over you, making your eyes flutter open. his labored breath tickling your lips as he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“gimme a kiss, pretty,” he whispered against your lips. “n-“ you started, turning your head, but you were interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours. kissing you forcefully, he grabbed your hip, angling you closer , making you gasp. he took that opportunity to slide his tongue through your soft ass lips. grounding his hips into yours while giving you sloppy ass kisses had you seeing stars and sucking on his tongue dumbly.

he slid his hand under your head and kissed all over your face, jaw and down to your neck, resting his head there. “bout to cum baby,”

you wrapped your legs around his waist, and running a hand over his waves, “cum in me.”

he hissed, feeling your long acrylic nails drag over his neck. his hips stuttered before he groaned and you felt the weirdly warm sensation of him cumming inside of you. “shit,” he grunted, forcing himself to push every drop into your tight hole.

finally, he laid content over you. catching your breath, the post sex cloud evaporating into thin air as you realize what exactly you had just done. to have a quickie in the backseat of a car is one thing, but for the owner of said car to be the Cairo Johnson, multi-millionaire business owner, financing mogul in the heart of New York City, Black Excellence’s finest, oh, and your ain’t shit ex—

how could you omega?

the man you couldn’t stand to be in the same room with during any other occasion was the one you chose to fuck at any convenience. it was one thing to want to keep your number low, but that wasn’t the type of shit you was on.

you just somehow — with a few drinks, a quick glance from him and those big warm hands of his wrapped around your waist— ended up further in his arms with his dick taking you to heaven.

the regret and self loathing putting you in a haze. you didn’t even notice cairo pulling your skirt and t-shirt down, helping you sit upright as he got to the drivers seat of the car and started the engine. the quiet hum gently shaking you out of your head.

“where are you taking me?” you ask him hoarsely, your voice gone. gliding along the narrow and empty road, he looked into the rear view mirror and smiled lightly, “to my house, where else would i take you?”

“to my hotel,” you say to him in frustration, yet he laughs at your glare and what he thought was a stupid response. “nah, i’m not doing that. jus lay back and enjoy the ride.”

sucking your teeth, you turn towards the window to stare at the tall buildings and lights of the city.

why did i even come here?

[kleiner-ghost]

Autumn's Scent

"Smells like fall." Dan was the first to comment.

They'd left the ruins of Crago only a handful of moments ago, and yet everything had completely changed around them; the scenery, the air, the lack of hostiles - both the dead and the living kind. At first Farrah had mistaken it for the smell of freedom, one that comes moments after imminent danger passes. But Dan was right, the overgrown fields, and stray trees lining the road they were walking down did smell like autumn.

Farrah put the cigarette she was about to light back into its tin. There was something extremely nostalgic about this smell that she wanted to enjoy.

"It does," She finally agreed with Dan. "Really goes to show that the world didn't change as much as you'd think it would."

At that Dan scoffed and gave the cracked concrete a dirty look.

"I'm not sure a season can have a smell." Vega spoke.

She'd been trying sniff the air for the past few minutes. Her enhanced abilities were clearly doing nothing to pick up on the mixture of wet leaves slowly decaying on concrete, or the freshness of the gentle breeze that wandered through the orange branches.

Dan glanced at her with suspicion. He hadn't been buying her concussion story before, and he was believing in it less and less with every passing day.

"It smells like the past," Farrah tried to explain, "Like when I was a little girl, 5 or so, i think, and I'd play on the slides, but the playground was shit, so there'd always be leaves in them. It was one of those long closed slides, you know? The leaves would get in from the top." She explained. "And Amy and I would always dare each other to do down the slide first," Farrah continued, a smile crawling over her lips at the mention of her best friend. "That slide smelled like wet plastic, but the second we'd be out, it's like now, the autumn smell would hit us."

"For me it's the college days, when I moved to Candwell, and would run in between lectures through the fields we had."

"I'm sorry Candwell?" Farrah interrupted, failing to contain ger genuine surprise. "I never took you for the literary and arts type."

"You've known me for two weeks." Dan dryly cut her off. "It's a historic campus, preserved and maintained since 1820. No walking on grass, no swimming in the canals, no loitering by the library,"

"Because they have no benches, but about three dozen too many steps by the library," Farah clarified for Vega.

"You've been?" Dan asked, slightly surprised. Farrah hadn't stroked him as the university type. Not the type to travel three hours into the countryside to visit a random campus.

"After the, umm," She gestured around.

That raised more questions than it answered, but Dan continued, as his story had a point:

"Yeah, it was an interesting experience. But in fall, I'd have to walk a good ten, fifteen, minutes through one of those grass parcs. Sometimes I'd stop, and take it all in. The smell of grass and falling leaves, warm coffee and sweetcorn being sold at the edge of the park. Dogs running around, even though they should be on leashes. Children throwing leaves at each other, and play fighting with stick swords..." He pressed his lips into a sad smile, and shook his head. Those were memories of an era bygone. "What about you, Vega Tesla?"

Farrah chucked at the mention of the name. She still wasn't fully over how that'd been the made up name Vega had decided to go with. Although, at the back of her mind, she still partially hoped that they'd stumble upon Vega's real identity somehow, and that those nine letters would be indeed written on her passport.

"Huh?"

"Your happiest, or at least notable memory relating to fall."

Farrah was about to tell him to drop it. Unlike her, he'd been more skeptical of Vega's situation. Well, Farrah was skeptical too, in a way, but she liked Vega enough to let it all slide. Afterall, she never shared much of her past either.

"Well," Vega began. "Did you see that - up in that tree?" She suddenly exclaimed.

[blissfulparker]

Driving First class→T.H

Parings: mechanic!tom x reader

Summary: A bitter fight with your now ex has you taking your car instead of a train for a business trip. Although out of your pettiness and anger, your car breaks down and you are left in the middle of nowhere but luckily Tom sees your distress and the man who works on the car is your best rescue. But he works on you other ways both Physically and emotionally

Warnings: Dom!tom, sub!reader, degrading(only slightly), sex on top of a car, squirting, oral, unprotected sex (this is fictional please use protection!), orgasm denial, power struggle, Tom being scared of women for two seconds

Word count: 5.5k

A/n: yeah so idk why I got so horny all the sudden and wrote this. Tbh...I like this version of tom, whatever this is I kinda like it. Let me know what you guys think, if you want to see more or less but I present to you: the first full fic I’ve written in months!(also I know barely anything about cars so I’m sorry if it’s cringy😭)

“Fuck! Shit! Dammit! Fuck! Fuck!” You scream. Hitting your hands against the steering wheel. Such a stupid idea with a stupid end result how could you not expect it?

Taking a car instead of a plane or a train across the country to avoid your ex on a business trip. Thinking you were being more bold and brave, proving you never needed him in the first place when now you sit stranded out in the middle of nowhere with a smoking engine and only hours until sunset and you’re sweating your ass off in a suit. A suit, who the hell wears a suit on a road trip?

Your Phone only having one bar and giving you 20%, you’re doomed. Doomed to be stranded out here and either killed by a maniac or killed by a bear. If London even had bears you would be killed by one. Wanting to cry and scream and maybe a train seat next to your ex who cheated was a better option than crying in your grandpa’s old Chevy that you thought was a better idea than the Tesla or the BMW. Anything would’ve been a better idea than this one but for once you couldn’t let go of the fiery side to you and just got in a car with your middle finger to your ex thinking you were so much better than a first class seat with expensive champagne.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You say to yourself. Your hands run over your face. As dramatic as you can be you think you feel the end coming. The smoke from the engine never dies down and the sun is getting hotter and hotter. No more bubble gum pop plays from the radio but instead the sound of birds chirping and your paranoia of a bear eating you eats at your ears. You think maybe you should’ve sent that drunk ‘I miss you’ text to your ex back two nights ago when you were drunk to maybe just feel his dick once more and get on a stupid train with him but now you are—

“Miss?” A knock at your window causes you to jump. Screaming as you are met with the face of a man and grabbing your pepper spray from the keys and pointing. Even though the window was rolled up you still point and he backs up with his hands up.

“What the fuck!” You scream as you lower the pepper spray. You don’t know when, don’t know how, but now pulled in front of you was a black SUV that was in much better shape than your car. A man who wore a tight white shirt and had sweet chocolate brown curls stood with a scared look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve seen your smoke some while back and...and you were slumped over your steering wheel and needed to make sure I didn’t need to call police.” He explained very rushed. You place your hand over your heart, calming yourself as you reached to roll down your window so you can properly talk to him. A harmless boy who was probably on his way home.

“I’m fine.” You almost groan as you put your pepper spray back down. Running your hands over your face once again. Tom takes in how nice you look, black suit and neatly painted nails, you looked expensive so what was such an expensive girl like you doing in such a dirty old car like this?

“You got smoke coming from your car, you don’t look fine miss.” He looks at the cloud that still comes from your car. He has a worried look. You hate that you make the assumption of him being a man so he will know how to fix it but at the same time he was an Angel sent from Heaven,

“The engine blew out...at least I think…” you trail off. Honestly you didn’t know anymore, The last time you worked with a car was when you were 15 and before your grandpa died. The only person who truly taught you about cars now seemed to be reincarnated into the Greek god in front of you.

“Mind if I take a look?” He asked and you nodded as you popped the hood.

Stepping out of your car you join the boy in the front. Taller than him in the heels you wore having him look up at you as if you were the Angel sent down in the moment.

He doesn’t hesitate to dig his fingers into your car. Feeling the overheated engine and you watched as his eyes went in shock and his sigh. You were fucked. Utterly fucked and no, it wasn’t by some hot guy on a plane like you wished in the moment.

“She’s busted.” He looked at you. You almost want to roll your eyes and go ‘thanks’ as if you already didn’t know that. “I might be able to fix her up, gotta take her back to the shop and see what I can do but other than that she’s no good for a ride.” He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at you again.

“You mean it’s like broken broken down?” You start to panic even more. Ruining the BMW was far more worth it than the ‘57 Chevy you drove. No one made a car like this anymore and you adored it. Every chip of paint, every dent, each faded seat you loved as your own.

“I can see what I can do.” He shrugged. He starts to walk to his car, opening the trunk to hook your busted vehicle up to his and drag it back to where he just came from. As he starts to hook up your car you only just stare, watching as he does his work. He rubs his now oily hands on his pant leg before he looks up at you.

“You wanna hop in the front?” He asked and you started walking to your car and he let out a laugh. “No I meant my car, Angel.”

The random man that pulls over on the side of the road, has you pointing your pepper spray one moment ago now has you acting like a idiot as he was so pretty and a gift sent just for you.

“Right,” you walk around to the passengers seat. “Sorry.” You cleared your throat as you sat and waited in silence. Waiting for him to come around and when he does he doesn’t say anything but just starts up the car.

“You’re not going to kill me are you?” You looked over to him who has a goofy grin on his face.

“No sweetheart.” He shakes his head and you sigh in relief. As if he would even tell you that he was going to kill you. “You’re not going to kill me are you? With that spray you’ve got?” He teased and you shook your head.

“No, and sorry, I was just panicked and you are—“ you started but he lets a low laugh that you find so attractive.

“No I get it, you’re fine.” He stared back at the road. You were so use to the city, the tall building and the blinding lights you never really got to see the beauty of London outside of it. The gorgeous countryside you never knew existed actually did. But the countryside only lasted for so long before you were in a town filled with some of the cutest shops and was like a small city. So cute and so tiny.

“You wear heels on a road trip?” He broke the silence again and this time you’re looking at the four inch shoes.

“I-well-“ you looked and sounded like a proper idiot. You worked for one of London’s best businesses and now you were stumbling over your words, “well...yes? I’m on a business trip.” You admit and he looks back at the busted vehicle.

“I don’t know what business you work for but them sending you in a—“ he starts and you shake your head.

“No, no, that is mine. I thought—I didn’t want to go on a train and—it’s just complicated. A complicated stupid mess.” You tell him and he tilts his head as if he was agreeing.

“Well, I’ll see how well I can get you out of the complicated stupid mess.” He flashed a smile before he turned into what looked like a garage. A large garage that was filled with cars of all types, from new to old there were cars that had looked like they had been worked on for days as Tom pulled his car up and turned it off.

“We have some water in the front if you need some and there's a bathroom in the back. Make yourself a home, I'll get started.” and so for once, instead of just staring at him as if he was a piece of art hanging in the louvre, you search for the bathroom and the water he was talking about.

Leaving him to pop back open your hood, you walk into the bathroom and run cold water over your face. Feeling yourself relax at the feeling of finally getting the heat from the sun out of your face. Facing yourself in the mirror, you stare long and hard at yourself. The dimly lit bathroom, the achy feeling in your feet from being so stupid and wearing heels, the fact you broke down in god know what part of london but now you are in a mechanic shop and you are letting some random person fix up your beloved car.

“Should’ve just gotten on the train.” you groan as you take a paper towel and dry your face. Reaching for the door and walking back out to the garage where tom was now in a white tank top that was stained black all over, he had a towel over his shoulder as he worked at your car. You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you are completely mesmerized by the man in front of you.

Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train.

“Fuck!” Tom almost hits his head on the hood of the car as he sees you. You think he had curly hair at the start, now he had hair that kind of stuck to his forehead from the heat and sweat of your car. His hands are covered in black oils and he wipes them on the towel. “You scared me.” he lets out a breath as if he held it in and you take a seat at the stool next to the table filled with tools as he walks over to it.

“Sorry,” you say as you look at the car and try not to make it obvious you want to fuck him right now. A complete stranger that picked you up, you want to fuck. What if he did want to kill you? What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or a family of kids? What if-

“You hear me?” he was closer to you than ever and you felt your whole body go weak.

“I'm so sorry,” you shake your head. “What did you say?’

He lets out that stupid pretty laugh of his again as he puts tools back in the tool box. Cleaning up the mess he just made he repeats himself.

“I said, your car is so old that they don't make the part I need to fix her up anymore. Luckily I know a guy who has the part but it will take a few days to come in. the engine is completely busted and i think if i go a year up in model I can put it in just right. But for now she needs to cool off. She’s not gonna be able to drive for a while.” he gives you almost a pout and you slouch your shoulders.

“So I'm screwed?” your brows raised and he gave you a pressed lipped look.

“Im sorry angel, I got a spare room at my place or there is a bed and breakfast up the road I can drop you off at but for now there is nothing I can do.” he says and you sigh. Maybe you want to cry, scream, throw something but Tom notices it all at once as he watches your head drop.

Tom grew up around boys. His whole life was wrestling with his brothers and working on cars. He never dealt with girls crying. Even when he had girlfriends they typically left when they were crying but now he has a crying girl right under his roof after he worked on her car. It did take everything in him to not ask why she used the old thing but he knew a lot more was happening than just a beat down old car.

“I'm sorry. I should thank you, not cry.” you sniffled as you looked up at him who was on his knees crouched down for you. Face to face, he had a concerned look.

“I have a feeling that car isn't why you’re crying.” he didn't know how to play therapist and mechanic but tonight he would.

“I was so stupid not to just get on the train. God, I would have already been there by now and all because I didnt want to sit next to my stupid cheating ex who I thought I was so much better than if I just got in this old thing and drove there myself.” you wipe your eyes and he hands you a tissue but you shake your head.

“He sounds like a shit guy.” He spoke and you nodded.

“He is, but he was the only one that gave a shit about me and now I'm here like an idiot. Well, not an idiot...no, yeah. An idiot. You're really nice and sweet though so thank you.” you try and give him a smile and he stands up.

“Get up.” he groans a bit as he stretches his legs. “C’mon sweets, get up. I’m not going to let you cry over a guy who treated you like shit. You drink?” he asked and you nodded. “I have some beer in the fridge, you already had a shit day let's not cry about it.”

You don't know if you wanted to throw the wrench at him or if you needed him to say that. Either way he sets an ice cold beer in front of you and pops open the top for you.

Probably making more money than everyone in this town, you never thought you would plop down on a nearly broken bar stool in the middle of a car mechanic shop and drink away your feelings with a random man you just met today. You didnt even know his name, nor did he know yours but he listened to everything you had to say about your ex boyfriend who was probably fucking some model right now while you for once felt like you didnt have to play pretend nice in front of someone. How you don't know what god above sent this man in front of you but he did and he listened to each of your problems, nodding and not saying anything back as he just listened to everything.

“I used to work on cars too.” you look over at the cars and he raises his brows.you had finally stopped crying so much, realizing what was happening and where you were but you felt like a weight was taken off your shoulders when you told him everything. Not even your best friend could make you feel like that.

“Penthouse princess used to work on cars?” he teased and you only nudged his shoulder.

“Wow, penthouse princess?” you repeat back to him with a playful smile and he nods.

“Never got your name and you live in a penthouse and act like a princess.” he takes a sip of his beer and you finally extend your hand to meet his.

“(y/n).” you shook his dirty one but wow were his hands thick. You could feel each callous and feel each crooked finger. Your mind went to dirty places and you think maybe he caught on as he watched your legs cross over themselves as you shook his hand.

“Tom.” his thumb swiped over yours as he shook your hand. The feeling made you swallow hard and him smirk just a bit for himself. Before you could get too comfy you walked over to a truck that already had its hood popped open. You stumble a bit in your heels and the uneven ground and Tom is quick to follow you to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

“That's the engine.” you point. And he nods, his hand is on his hips as he watches you point and explain. “That's the brake pad, that's where you put in the oil…” you trail on and Tom nods as you get everything correct.

“Very good, darling.” he nods impressed and you look over at him with a smirk.

“What? No penthouse princess?” you're close to him. You didn't realize how close he was to you before you turned around and are almost chest to chest with him.

“Mmh, you have a preference?” he teased and you look down at your feet. You're still taller than him, but you think even without the heels on you would be either taller or the same height as him. You were always told that you were the one in control, always the one in demand which seemed to be a complaint by your ex.

“Mmh,” you lean in close enough to where your chest is gently pressed against his. “I'm not sure yet.” you let your hand go to the strap of his tank top, its dirty with oil before you let your hands go down and touch the muscle. Feeling just how strong he was, he was pretty tanned too. He was both toned and tanned as he watched your hands trail down to the bottom of his shirt.

His hands rested on your waist. Holding you tight in place and maybe in the moment he was the shorter on but he was always in control. Always.

“You seem so indecisive, do you want to drive or get on a train? Get back with a man or stay away? You don't even know where you want to sleep at night but you still act like you're so in control.” he almost mocks, giving you the same pout you had throughout the entire night and it shocked you.

“I know what I want.” you nearly snarl back and he clicks his tongue.

“Yeah?” he almost whispers as he leans in for your ear. “Prove it.”

You don't know when or how but his lips quickly land on yours. In a rough fight for dominance he has his hands wrapped around your thighs and has you picked up and laid down on one of the cars with a hood down. You don't realize it's your car with his hood down until you brace yourself on the hood. Stripping of your suit jacket and fiddling with your pants button but tom is already on it. He's down on his knees, undoing the straps of your shoes as he lets his hands go up and undo the buttons of your pants. Having you nearly completely naked in front of him, that's not exactly what he was going for as he picks you up from the hood as has you on your knees in front of him.

“Was so cute, you thought you were going to get exactly what you wanted.” his hand was dirty as it stroked your face but landed a grip on your chin. Pulling you in close, your head in between his thighs looking up at him with pleading eyes. You almost whimper, you were on your knees for a man you didn't know and you were almost whimpering.

“Dont act stupid.” he nearly spit at you as he leaned back. Your hands are going to unzip his pants but he stops you. Forcing you to rest your hands on his thighs as he pulls himself out of his pants. You swallowed hard as he was bigger than you had expected--far bigger than your ex as you felt like your mouth was watering as he used his thumb to stroke over the tip.

“Stick your tongue out.” he told you. You gladly stuck your tongue out with your mouth wide and ready to take him. He had one grip on your jaw and the other guiding his cock into your mouth. You start to suck but that's not what he wanted. He held your jaw in place as he thrusted up into you.

“Thats a good girl,” he hissed as he used your mouth as if it was his own personal toy. You reached to stroke what couldnt fit in your mouth and he let out an airy laugh. “What a little whore you are.” he shook his head. “So desperate, is this not enough for you? Sucking on my cock not enough for you?” he taunted you and you only moan—or at least try to moan and he laughs.

“What was that darling? I can't seem to hear you?” he teased and you only whined more with your mouth around him. You play a game with yourself where you think you can make him cum like this. Making him cum this early would mean that you always were more incharge from the start. But you barely know him, you don't know how long he can last.

“Get up.” he pulls your head off of him. His cock still hard as it fell onto his stomach and you were drooling with his precum. Your eyes don't even look up at him you look at the redness of his cock, how you want more of it and maybe you were the whore like he said.

“Look at me,” he pulled you up, now face to face with him. His hand that was free slips in between thighs, teasing as he gets closer and closer to your core and he clicks his tongue again. “Such a dirty girl, don't even want to look at me, say thank you, you just look at my cock wanting more. You want more?” he strokes your cheek and you nod. “What was that? A moment ago I thought I was talking to one of the richest girls in London but now I feel like I'm talking to just some whore--” he starts to talk but your lips are already on his. You straddle his hips. Extremely unsturdy but he quickly picks you up and flips you over. As much as he'd loved to see what you look like on top of him. Tits bouncing for him and trying to hold on, here was not the best place. He would get a better view later, he just knew it.

For now he flips you over on your stomach. You're pressed up against the car as he wraps his hand around your waist and uses his fingers for a bit.

“So fucking tight.” he slides in slowly at first. Making you gasp and him hiss. “That other boy fuck you like this?” he asked but you were too busy trying to feel more of him. His hand comes down to your ass and in shock you yelp. “I asked you a question, don't say you don't know manners either.'' He was close to your ear and you shook your head no.

“No!” you nearly cry out as he pushes into you. Completely filling you up. You feel tears perk at the corner of your eyes for how desperately you needed him. You even push back on him and he lets out a soft laugh. “H-he's never fucked me like this, god tom please move!” you cry out. His hands come to your waist and he clicks his tongue again.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he teased as he pulled himself fully out and pushed himself fully back in. you cry out, not caring who heard you, you cried out as he fucked into you like you two were the last people on earth.

“Fuck youre so tight.” he threw his head back as he held on to your hips. You felt yourself give up under him. There was no use in you trying to take control anymore when he did this to you. Had you dumbed down just for his dick.

“I need to cum tom.” you cry out. You try and open your eyes to look back at him who has created a rhythm for your body. His head is thrown back and he shakes his head.

“No.” was all he said and you nearly cry more. “Not yet.” was all he said as he went faster.

“Please, please, please.” you begged between a mixture of moans and cries. Reaching back to hold his hands but he quickly moved them to wrap around your waist and touch your clit. Using his thumb to rub gentle circles you nearly

“So cute when you whine like that.” he chuckled. You felt him twitch, knowing he was close too, you clenched your walls around him. You could barely hear his gasp but you have your cheek pushed up against the hood of your car that got you here in the first place.

“Fuck,” he struglld to moan out. “C-Cum for me.” he sped up and your whole body went numb. You swear you pass out for a moment as all you hear are his moans and the sudden feeling of him stopping.

Both heavy breathing you slowly move yourself to get up, at least turn yourself around so you can face a clearly stunned tom. His mouth open just a bit and his eyes are wide.

“Y-you squirted.” he tells you and suddenly you go from feeling like the sexiest person alive to feeling your body heat up in full embarrassment.

“I-i'm so sorry i-i didn't know-” you start to stammer as you reach for your shirt to clean him up but he shakes his head still trying to catch his breath.

“No, It was hot.” he says as his shock turns into a small smirk, cocky that he was able to do that. “Fuck, have you ever done that before?” he asked.

Your cheeks heated up, even though he couldn't see the clear embarrassment you nodded. One time, years ago when you were by yourself. You hadn't touched yourself in over a month and it was just the highest setting of your vibe and the hottest porn star you could find that had done it to you. Never ever had an actual man been able to make you do that. Hell, you were lucky if your ex even made you cum.

“O-Once, once but I was by myself.” you swallowed hard, you could already see the smirk on his face as he knew he was so much better than anyone you had ever had. He didn't even know your ex partners but if he could get you to do that the first time he fucked you then even you knew you didn't need anyone else.

He uses his clean shirt to clean you up. Helping you slip back on your underwear and making sure that you could still walk--you barely could. He helps you into his car. Letting you cool down a bit before he drove out of the garage, driving down the road and it was only about a minute until you arrived at the cutest house you had ever seen.

He lifted you out and brought you inside, passing you clothes that were far better to sleep in than a suit and your completely ruined underwear, you found yourself getting comfy under his bedsheets.

“So im guessing im not going to the bed and breakfast for the night?” you nuzzled into the sheets that smelt of ocean spray and cedarwood. This man was some sort of god, you swore on it.

“Hmm, no. unless you still want to.” he slides under the sheets himself. His hands dont touch you but you gladly lean in and wrap your arms around him. He at first stills, stiffens his whole body before he relaxes for you. He didn't even know what he was thinking. First he helps the pretty girl he worried was dead on the side of the road and now he has her in his bed after having one of the best orgasms of his life.

“No,” you hum against his chest. “If you don't mind.” but it wasn't a question. This time you take control over the situation and fall quickly asleep in his arms. He only lays there, waiting for you to find yourself fully asleep.

Fuck that stupid train, fuck your stupid ex, and fuck him.

-

Dark roast and sizzling eggs fill your nose. You wake up with puffy eyes, from crying last night embarrassingly in Tom's arms you look down and see you're only in a random stained tee and your underwear. In a way,you thought you hit your head hard enough on the steering wheel that all of this was a dream but it was real. You lay in a grey sheeted bed and hear the sound of music come from the kitchen.

Ideally, if you got on the train, you would have woken up in a hotel with a view of the city and probably eat half of a bagel and drink rich coffee from the breakfast bar before being off to your first conference of the day. But you were instead naked in the bed of a man who was helping you fix your car.

You stumble out of the bed, your legs wobbly, feeling as if you did a hardcore work out you nearly wince. What the man did was something you swore was only in porn. You don't know what kind of magic fucked him over while he works on cars but his fingers were skilled.

“Woah, woah,” Tom came over to you. Plaid boxers and no shirt, you think you died and went to heaven. Your car exploded and you died and went to heaven and if this is what it was then you were perfectly okay with that. “You okay?”

You nod, sitting at the island and only watching him. You knew you had to say a word soon but you didn't know what to say.

“Not so sure how you liked your eggs so I made them scrambled because that's personally how I like them but I can make them any other way you like-” he starts to go off and you only nod.

“No, I like scrambled.” When was the last time you had a breakfast like this? You grew up with servants and your parents are always gone. You never had a breakfast as simple as this.

He gave you a smile, you walked over to the coffee machine and poured coffee into the mug that was already out.

“Not sure if you were a coffee or tea type of person, if you-” before you could listen to his ramble again you shook your head.

“I like coffee. Coffee for the morning and tea typically in the evening.” you tell him and he gives a smile and a sweet nod.

“Me too.” was all he said before he remembered what was happening. “Hey, when do you have to be at that business trip? Or whatever it was?” you nearly spit out the coffee as he brings it up. You knew everything that was happening but honestly you were holding on to the concept you died and went to heaven but you had a conference in probably an hour and who the hell knows where you are.

“You know what,” your heart suddenly calms down. The panic subsides as you take another sip of that coffee. “Fuck them. They have waited for others before and they can wait for me. Fuck the trip, fuck the car and fuck my ex.” you felt good saying it. Tom slid you a plate of eggs and toast and you smiled.

“The car is still better than the train?” He remembers how all of this is about you and your ex fighting and you not wanting to sit on the train next to him.

With a smile, with everything that had happened within the past 24 hours, you pick up the plate and turn to tom.

“I don't think I should've taken the train.”

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[angelmavmurdock]

The Boy Next Door

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (fem+mal), DIRTY TALK, PRAISE, CHOKING, THIGH RIDING, MENTIONS OF DRUGS.

inexperienced!reader x stoner!tom

(inspired by Ginny and Georgia)

The new house was a lot bigger than our last house. But of course that's due to my mother marrying a man 30 years older than her who owns some workout company. She's a gold digger is what I'm trying to say. Ever since I can remember, whatever guy she was dating dictated where we would live, where my brother and I would go to school, what I'd wear, how I'd act and even what friends I had. Or, lack there of. Always being the 'new girl' was beginning to get exhausting so I never really had friends. If I gained any friends then I knew that we'd get close then I'd move and we'd stay in touch for about a month before they move on and forget about me.

y/n. Always the new girl.

"y/n would you help us, please?" Mum asked in an annoyed tone, brushing past me with a box in her hands.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, walking to the car and beginning to lift stuff out and into the house. It was a huge driveway - unnecessarily large - and everyone on the street was the same. Everyone in the town was the same. It was a rich, suburban area. No place I hadn't seen before but we definitely didn't belong. My Mum just shapeshifted into whoever she thought Greg would want. Greg being my 'step-dad'. He's 63. My Mum is 33. How is that even allowed.

We unloaded everything from the cars and waited on the trucks arriving with everything else. Cameron and I scuffed our shoes as we strolled through the huge house, taking in everything and familiarising ourselves with our new home.

"I'm so glad I'm not at school anymore because being in a class with snobby assholes like these people would be shit." Cameron said, crossing his arms as he gestured to the family across the road.

I walked over to him and watched too. A family of 5 - two girls, one boy, Mum and a Dad - were dressed rather nicely in dresses and suits. They came out of their house and waltzed to their Tesla nonchalantly with their noses in the air. The eldest girl looked around my age. She would probably be in some of my classes.

"I'm not looking forward to Monday." I groaned.

We stood in comfortable silence, watching the Tesla inquisitively as it drove off with the family inside.

"Trucks arrived!" Mum called from the front door.

We both shared our sibling look with one another then walked back out with reluctance. Mum was standing in the middle of the driveway with her hands on her hips, watching as Greg approached the van and signed some forms off. Cameron and I walked down and stood either side of her. She grinned and wrapped her arms around us, rubbing both our backs simultaneously.

"I've got a good feeling about this, guys." She took a deep breath.

"At least someone does." I remarked.

She ignored the comment and we watched Greg do practically nothing. I mean he was basically an ancient artefact.

"I've heard your new school is wonderful. The pass grade levels are insanely good and there's a lot of people there to befriend." Mum spoke positively.

"My last 6 schools also had a lot of people to befriend but of course, I always lose them because we move so bloody much." I clenched my jaw.

"Well...this time it's different."

I scoffed, "You always say that."

"I swear this time!"

"And that!"

"y/n I don't know what you want me to do. Greg is a great guy who is supporting us fully! I mean, look at this place! Surely you can't be mad we're living here." Mum shook her head, removing her arm from my waist.

"I'd rather live in a box with just you two than live in a huge house with some random guy in a town I hate." I argued then stormed away dramatically up the driveway.

I got into the house and slammed the door, grabbing the banister and stomping up the flight of stairs. There was one flight then a landing then another flight. This house was too bloody big.

I finally found what was meant to be my new room and slammed that door shut. Just for good measure. I huffed and sighed as I leaned my back against the white, wooden door.

The room was stark white and empty, only a bay window to give some character. I might hate Greg and my mother and this whole situation but I loved this bay window. I snaked in between the boxes and suitcases and sat on the wooden ledge. I kicked my shoes off before sitting my feet up and watching outside. My room faced the front of the house so I could see the movers offloading furniture and boxes off while Greg stood helplessly.

I groaned and leaned my head back, closing my eyes, just wanting to crawl into a shell and hide.

A slam of a car door forced my eyelids open and I jumped slightly.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

I heard a woman's voice from outside. I looked outside curiously, scanning the street with my eyes to find where the noise was coming from. It finally caught my eye and I had to sit up and switch sides of the window to look properly.

A red-headed woman and a curly headed boy were standing in the driveway.

Our next door neighbours apparently.

The boy was around my age, maybe a little older. He stumbled a little as he walked up the drive, his mother - I think - watching from behind her car door.

"I'm going to bed!" He shouted back.

"Not now you're not, you have to talk to me, Thomas!" She shouted, slamming her own car door.

Thomas.

He hung his head on his shoulders, "I need to sleep, mum."

"Well I just had to bail you out of jail for marijuana possession and use so you better talk to me."

Oof, I thought. He was a stoner. A criminal basically. But he was attractive from what you could see. Dark brown curly hair, tall enough, a sharp jawline, a good body from where I was sitting and a good style too - a hoodie with a denim jacket and jeans. But he was my neighbour. And a stoner.

"Mum can we just talk later?" He pleaded, running a hand through his hair.

"Tom we will talk about this right now." She said sternly.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning his back to her and walking away. I watched him with a slight smile. He really was attractive.

"Thomas Holland you get back here right now!" His mother shouted.

"When I'm not on drugs, I'll talk." He stated.

His mother stuttered then just grunted in annoyance, allowing him to go inside.

I kept my eyes on him, my smile still on my face as he started to walk into his house. He suddenly turned his head with a confused expression then looked up. Straight at me through my window.

I froze in shock, eyes widening, mouth parting. He slowly smirked and nodded his head at me before going inside.

I sunk off the window ledge in humiliation, snaking to the floor and mumbling how stupid I was and how embarrassing that was.

"y/n! Come meet your neighbour!" Mum shouted up.

My ears perked up then I leaped up to look out the bay window. The boy next door's mum was standing outside, chatting to my mum.

-

I hardly learned anything talking to his mum. Her name was Nikki Holland, she had a husband named Dominic who was a comedian and a writer. She was a photographer. Along with Tom - the oldest - she had three other sons: twins named Harry and Sam and then Paddy who was a good bit younger. I can't remember the exact age. My mum had nosily asked her about Tom and that was the only part I listened to.

"He's 18,"

"Dropped out of school last year,"

"Says he wants to be an actor,"

"Oh today? He got in trouble from the police about...you know what, that isn't important."

"You look so young to be a mother to a teenager. How old are you?"

"And you're 18, too?" "Still in school?" "What do you want to do?" "Ah, smart girl."

The conversation was brief and slightly awkward. She was clearly stressed about Tom and his situation so I slid out of the engagement pretty fast and escaped up to my room.

During the entirety of the weird conversation, the movers had put my bed, mattress and desk into my room. It felt a lot more homier.

-

It was the next night and I had finished dinner and immediately gone upstairs. I was not participating in any sort of 'family time'. I sat down on my bed and scrolled through my phone aimlessly.

A thump outside drew my attention away and I looked to my right at the regular window which faced our neighbours house.

I sat up and squinted to see out into the dark. It was Tom. He was halfway out his window.

I didn't even realise our windows faced each other. And here he was, one leg out the window and his other following on. He had thrown a backpack down which caused the dull thump on the grass - which I only assume contains weed - and now he was escaping his house.

I got out of bed and walked to the glass, peeking out to see what he was doing.

He climbed impressively down the wall and jumped the last few metres, landing in a Spider-Man like pose. Admirable, I thought as he picked up his back pack and slid a skateboard out from a bush. He brushed it off then slotted it under his armpit.

He was sporting a black t-shirt with a dog-tag necklace and some distressed deep blue jeans with a denim jacket over top and a baseball cap placed on backwards that sat on top of his curly head of hair.

He looked around in case he was going to get caught then looked up. Directly at me. Again.

This time I didn't shy away. I just made a gesture and mouthed 'what the fuck?' then he laughed to himself and looked back up at me.

'Don't be so nosy, neighbour', he mouthed.

I squinted and shook my head in disapproval. He just smirked boyishly then walked to his driveway where he flipped his skateboard and skated off into the night.

I gulped and sat back on my bed, feeling my heart rate slow back down.

But curiosity filled my brain.

Where was he going?

-

Just as Sunday night came around, I had finished decorating my room. My pictures and paintings hung on the wall, along with some mirrors to fill the blank space of the white walls. My bed was cosy and was filled with throw blankets, fluffy sheets and way too many pillows. My desk was organised and my laptop sat atop the white surface, making it look a lot more professional than I had anticipated.

I had turned my bay window into a reading nook. A few blankets lay on the ledge and a couple pillows too, along with my current read.

I had seen Tom sneak out a few nights ago but I tried to stay away from the regular window, only ever sitting on the bay one because I couldn't see Toms room from there.

However, it didn't shield me from him completely.

I would see him outside in their front garden playing games with his brothers and sometimes I'd watch them from just over the top of my book. The way he played with their dog was cute. I had gathered her name was Tessa and I knew she was a staffy because we used to have one. He'd throw balls or sticks for her and sometimes she'd clamber on top of him with excitement. He'd dodge her licks but still clap her because she was excited after all.

Every once in a while he'd catch me looking down at him or I'd catch him looking up at me. Whenever it happened, it seemed as if everyone and everything disappeared. Like it was just us. Tunnel view. But then one of us would look away or stick the middle finger up or mouth 'fuck off'. Our unusual and silent rivalry was the closest thing to a friend I'd had in years.

But now, Mum, Greg and Cameron were going out to a nice dinner to celebrate the first week of living here. I thought it was an incredibly stupid idea so I decided to stay home alone and eat pizza.

They all left and Cameron immediately texted me.

Cammando: I hate you for leaving me

y/n: your fault not mine :)

I didn't really know what to do. I walked around the house and asked Alexa to play some songs but I couldn't be bothered dancing. I wasn't really in a dancing mood.

I just gave up and went back upstairs into my room. My windows were still open so before I got changed I went to close them and put down the blinds. I closed the bay window and then I went to the next one.

I looked straight ahead into Toms room and my jaw dropped.

He was hopping and hyping himself up in front of a punch bag...shirtless with gloves on. I watched as he punched the bag skilfully, moving his feet as if it was a choreographed routine. His damp curly hair hung onto his forehead and I could see glimpses of airpods in his ears. His back muscles tightened and flexed as he threw punches.

He moved around the bag and now I could see the front of him. He had a very visible six pack. I definitely didn't expect that from the stoner boy next door. If I thought he was attractive before...now I don't even know what I would call him.

Otherworldly, perhaps?

He suddenly looked up and I gasped, turning and slamming my back against the wall next to the window, wincing at the pain. Hopefully he didn't see me...

It was creepy to be staring at him. I shouldn't have done it.

I peeked back and he was back to beating the poor punch bag.

God, he was so hot.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and ears, burning with lust. I gulped and looked away, closing the blind to stop myself from looking anymore.

I got changed into shorts and a burgundy Cambridge University jumper that used to belong to my Dad. He gave it to me the first time he properly left for a while and I still have it even though I see him more often.

I hopped downstairs and played some music while I sorted the pizza and chips out to eat.

I sat and ate while listening to music. Once I was finished, I cleaned everything up then went back upstairs into my room, shutting the door behind me and jumping onto my bed.

I scrolled through tiktok aimlessly, just filling the time before it was an acceptable hour to go to bed as a teenager.

I switched apps to Instagram when I lay on my side, my back facing my windows. I scrolled through for a while but a certain picture caught my eye.

I had to blink a few times to really look.

It was my so called 'best friend' who I hadn't talked to since I moved twice after befriending her and my ex-boyfriend. My ex. My only boyfriend I've ever had. My first kiss, my first date...my first time. My only time. We only had sex twice. Three if you count foreplay but I faked it. Actually I faked it all of the times. He was never good at it and I had no idea how to go about telling him because to be honest, I had no idea what to do either.

But my ex-best friend and my ex-boyfriend? She didn't even tell me. She didn't even think to ask me.

They were dressed nicely and holding each other's waists. It looked a little awkward but most of those pictures are because they are being taken by parents.

I looked through the comments.

OMG! Hot couple alert! You two are the cutest just marry already yall are too happy it's been the best year of my life baby

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, sitting up sharply.

They had been together for a YEAR.

"Ugh!" I groaned and threw my phone across my room, hearing it basically break against the wooden floor.

"Rough night?" A voice spoke from my window.

I screamed, jumping with fear and successfully landing my ass on the floor.

I panicked and grabbed the first thing I could use as a weapon. A glass of water. It would have to do.

I quickly flung the water at the intruder, "WHAT THE FUCK, GET OUT!" I screamed, my eyes closed tightly in fear.

I heard the water splash over them but they still came in. I just threw the glass at them. It thumped against them dully and then crashed onto the floor.

"Ouch."

I slowly opened one eye and looked up at the figure who had just entered my room.

It was Tom.

He was in a grey t-shirt and black basketball shorts with a baseball cap placed on backwards, a backpack thrown over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CLIMBING INTO MY ROOM?!" I shouted, standing up.

He was taller than me by a few inches but we were basically at eye level.

"I was clearly looking for some company but you then threw water over me and then a literal glass." He spoke calmly, wiping a hand over his wet face.

"How the hell are you being so calm about this?! You just intruded into my home!" I exclaimed.

"Well, darling, I have a thing called weed. It's great for calming you down. You clearly need some." He slung his bag around and went to open it.

"W-what? No, I'm not smoking weed!"

He sighed and slung his bag back, "Well, why are you being so uptight about this I just wanted to say hello." He smiled boyishly.

I licked my teeth in annoyance. He was so fucking attractive but he was so fucking annoying and I didn't even know him.

"You need to get out. I didn't invite you in here so you are not welcome." I stated, crossing my arms.

"Okay, yes. But also- my mother nearly just caught me sneaking out so it's a cover if she comes round here."

"Why would she come here?" I asked.

"Because she's a mad woman who hates me having a life apparently."

"You're an 18 year old who sneaks out of the house to smoke weed. I wouldn't call that a life." I remarked.

He smirked, "You know what, I like you."

He sat his bag down then started to walk slowly around my room, inspecting my pictures and decorations intricately.

I stuttered, not knowing how to react to this whole situation.

"I'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, brows furrowed.

"You're quite an interesting person, I must say."

I sighed and shook my head at the ceiling.

"Ah, this makes sense." He picked up one of my camera's.

I scoffed, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sat it down and picked up the next one, shrugging with a smug smirk.

"You like looking at things."

I gulped, red rushing to my cheeks.

"Clearly very beautiful things." He said, referring to my pictures on the walls.

"I'm just honoured I'm one of them."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "You wish you were."

"Oh but I am, aren't I?" He challenged, sitting my camera down.

I licked my back teeth and watched with heavy breath as he paced towards me slowly.

"I've never taken a picture of you before." I said matter-of-factly.

"You might not have but you definitely love a good stare, don't you?" He asked, his left eyebrow quirked cockily.

I noticed the unusualness of it and then looked into his dark, dilated eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said quietly.

He laughed lowly, "So you weren't staring at me earlier when I was working out?"

I stuttered as we came face to face.

"You're stubborn but I feel like I know you," He placed his fingers under my chin, tracing up my jaw and to my ear where he tucked some of my hair behind.

"Because I've been looking at you, too." He whispered.

I practically melted and a whimper left my mouth, eyes rolling back.

He chuckled, "Already needy for me I see."

I looked up at him as his thumb swiped over my lips.

This whole situation was insane. I didn't even know how we got here. I didn't know how to feel, either. I had never been turned on like this before.

He slowly pushed his thumb into my mouth and I moaned around it, tasting his skin.

"Good girl." He praised, taking his thumb out and replacing it with his tongue.

I moaned again, feeling his lips on mine. His hands gripped my waist and I tangled my fingers into his hair.

He tasted of weed but I didn't mind it at all. He pushed me backwards until I hit the wall next to my bed. He gripped my hips tightly and I kept my hands in his hair. He must have gone for a shower since his workout because he smelled fresh and clean and his hair was damp.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was kissing a stranger. Who climbed into my room.

"Wait-" He pulled away briefly.

"Is your family home?" He asked.

"No, they're out all night." I answered breathlessly.

He smirked, "Good."

He suddenly lifted me up and I squealed, automatically wrapping my legs around his taut torso.

His tongue slipped between my lips again and I welcomed it. He lay me down on my bed and started to kiss down to my jaw and my neck.

I gasped and tugged his hair when he started kissing a certain spot on my skin. He got the message that I liked it and started licking and sucking on it. I arched my back slightly, moaning as he worked his tongue and lips on my skin.

He left the spot on my neck but kissed over my skin as he started to lift my jumper up. Panic and nerves suddenly settled in and I grabbed his hands, stopping his movements.

"You alright?" He asked breathlessly.

I swallowed, "I uh...I've never-"

His eyes widened, "You're a virgin?"

"No, no. I've had sex it just...it just wasn't that great." I bit my lip nervously.

He encased my lips in his and I relaxed to his touch.

"Do you want to?" He asked against my lips.

"Yes, fuck yes." I practically moaned into his mouth.

"I just need you to guide me through it." I said in between kisses.

He pulled away, "I can do that." He smiled.

He started to lift my jumper off and this time I let him. I sat up and he removed it, throwing it off the bed. He admired the pink bralette I was wearing and immediately pressed his lips and tongue to the valley of my breasts. He nipped and sucked on my skin and I moaned as he palmed one of my boobs while leaving marks on the other.

He came back up and kissed me again but flipped us over so I was now on top. He sat up and shuffled back against my headboard and pulled me onto his lap.

He brushed my hair off my shoulders and cupped my chin, taking me in.

"D'you wanna try riding my thigh?" He asked lowly.

I gulped, "S-sure."

He smirked and I straddled his left thigh, holding his shoulders.

"Just rock your hips back and forwa-"

"Fuck," I moaned, the rubbing of the different materials causing my core to clench.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, his breath fanning over my face.

His hands rested on my hips and he helped my movements.

"Feels so good." I moaned.

"Yeah? You like riding my thigh?" He prompted, his hands making me speed up.

I fisted the material of his shirt in my hands as my mouth fell agape with pleasure.

"Riding my thigh like such a good girl." He praised.

"Fuck!" I hung my head back, his words going straight to my core.

He chuckled cockily, "D'you like when I call you that? Huh?"

I nodded, too flustered with these new senses of pleasure to speak.

His hand travelled up into my hair and tugged on it by my roots. A louder moan than I would have liked escaped my lips.

"I asked you a question, answer me." He said sternly.

"Fuck! Yes, I love it when you call me that." I answered pathetically.

"Good girl." He praised, letting go of my hair and rocking my hips on him.

I felt an immense amount of pleasure build up and it felt as if something was going to snap in me.

"Oh shit, I- fuck!" I furrowed my brows in concentration and confusion.

"R'you gonna cum, darling?" He asked, almost shocked.

"I don't- fuck - know!" I moaned, feeling the knot inside my stomach about to snap.

But before that could even happen I was being flipped back onto my back and Tom was ripping off my shorts and panties, diving in between my legs with lust.

His hands held my thighs and brought me closer to him. His lips attached to my clit and sucked, giving me a whole new feeling.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" I moaned shamelessly, tugging his hair and fisting the bedsheets.

"Go on, darling. Cum in my mouth for me. Taste so good. Please, love."

The mixture between his words and his nicknames for me and the fact his mouth was working wonders on my core completely sent me over the edge: an experience I had never had before.

"Holy shit! Tom! Yes!" I subconsciously tightened my thighs around his head and my hands practically pushed him completely onto me.

He continued riding me through my high until I unclenched my thigh and he pulled away slowly.

I lay breathless and in a state of shock and euphoria at the same time.

"You okay?" He asked soothingly, rubbing his hand over my bare thigh as he came up to kiss me.

"Yeah I've...I've never-"

"You've never came before?" Tom asked, baffled by me.

"Nope..."

He kept his eyes on me but slipped a hand down to my core again. I bucked my hips against his hand with a gasp as he moved his fingers in circles over my core.

"You've never even touched yourself?" He asked lowly.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"You're so wet for me, darling, fuck." He cursed.

He suddenly dipped a finger into my core and I moaned. He curled it up and I gripped his arm tightly.

"What d'you want?" He asked.

"I want you, Tom, please." I bit my lip.

He smiled and sat back, his hand coming away from my clit, leaving me feeling empty. He shed his shirt and I finally got to look at his chiselled torso up close. He then slid his shorts and boxers off and my jaw dropped at the sight of him.

He was semi-hard but he was already bigger than my ex. A lot bigger.

He pumped his member in his hand, "You sure about this?"

I stuttered, completely distracted by his actions than his words.

"What? You like the look of it? Hmm? Wanna suck me off?" He asked, his hand cupping my chin and sliding his thumb into my mouth again.

I moaned at his words and nodded.

"You want to suck me off, darling? You sure?" He asked, removing his thumb.

"Yes, fuck Tom, I wanna suck you off." I moaned.

"Good girl." He praised.

We switched positions so he was sitting against the headboard and now I was in between his legs.

"I don't know how to..." I said shakily.

"You're okay," He gathered my hair up in his hands.

"Do whatever feels natural and I'll tell you if it's good, yeah?"

I nodded and gulped, moving my mouth closer to his member. I pumped him in my hand a few times and I could almost feel him harden right there. I had done this part before, at least.

I lowered my mouth onto him, swirling my tongue around his lip. He hissed slightly and gripped my hair tighter. I slowly let my mouth down on him and came back up.

"That's it, good girl." He praised.

I moaned and continued bobbing my head slowly on him, finding a rhythm. I held his thigh for support as I got faster, easing into it.

"Fuck, darling, feels so good." He groaned.

The taste of him in my mouth was amazing, pre cum already escaping onto my tongue.

I slackened my jaw and took as much of him as I could then pumped the rest in my hand.

"Holy shit! Fuck!" He held my head there and thrusted up.

His member hit the back of my throat but I didn't mind it at all. He made sure I was okay then did it again. And again. And again. Until he was continuously throat fucking me. I enjoyed it, surprisingly. The obscene sounds my mouth was making was not only making Tom more aroused, but also me.

I felt some drool drip down from my mouth onto my chin and even onto his lower stomach but I didn't care.

"Fuck, love those pretty little sounds coming from your throat, baby." He groaned.

I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Such a good girl."

But then he pulled me off of him. I looked at him in confusion but he flipped me onto my back sooner than I could say anything.

"Need to be in you before I cum, princess." He said, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.

"Ready?" He asked.

I felt his tip brush up and down my folds. I gripped his arms and nodded, closing my eyes to concentrate.

"Hey, look at me." He said.

I looked up into his gorgeous chocolate eyes.

"Breathe in," He instructed.

I did as he said.

"And out."

As I breathed out, he pushed into me slowly.

I moaned and arched my back at the feeling of him inside of me. His technique worked.

"You okay?" He asked caringly.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"You can move."

He started thrusting slowly in and out of me, my arousal making it a lot easier for him to move.

"So fuckin' tight, darling." He cursed.

I wrapped my thighs around his waist and he bottomed me out.

"Yes!" I moaned, my back arching so our chests were touching.

"Does that feel good?" He asked.

I hummed, "Faster, please."

He smirked, "As you wish."

His thrusts got gradually faster and my mouth hung open in a silent moan. He brushed past my g-spot with every movement and I scraped his back with my finger nails.

"So fucking good," I gasped.

He sped his thrusts completely and his head fell into the crook of my neck, leaving sloppy kisses on my skin.

"So big! Yes!" I moaned pornographically as he perfectly met my g-spot.

He reached a hand down and started rubbing my clit in skilful circles. I screamed out in overwhelming pleasure as I felt the now familiar feeling come back in my stomach.

"So good for me, darling. Been such a good girl. You gonna cum?" Tom whispered his praises into my ear.

"So close! Oh my god!" I curled my toes and dug my fingernails into his back.

"Come on darling. Feel so good around my cock. Feel so fucking good. You're a fucking angel, y/n. Fuck." He moaned.

I rolled my eyes back at his words. God his words.

"I'm gonna cum!" I squealed, eyes squeezing shut.

"Look at me when you cum, love."

I could hardly hear his voice anymore as I felt my second high approaching.

"I said-"

I gasped as I felt his hand around my throat, pressing the sides of my neck, activating some unknown pleasure button.

"Look at me when you cum all over my fucking cock." He grunted, his dark, dilated eyes staring into mine.

I kept my eyes on him as my high began to wash over me. His thrusts kept the same pace but his fingers moved faster, spurring my orgasm along.

"Yes! Fuck, feels so- yes!" I moaned.

I was extremely loud, I'm surprised the police hadn't come knocking asking about it.

My high seemed to be everlasting. Tom began to pull out but I kept my legs wrapped around him.

"Want you to cum in me, Tom. Please." I begged.

"You sure?" He asked, holding his orgasm back.

"Yes! Please! Need your cum in me." I moaned seductively against his lips.

"Fuck- so good for me- yes!"

I felt as he stilled in me, and as his cum painted my walls. His face contorted in levels of pleasure as he finished and I was finally coming down from my own high.

He pulled out after a second and collapsed next to me.

We both lay together, not saying a word, just listening to each other's breathing calm.

After a minute or two, he turned to face me.

"That- was so fucking good." He laughed.

"It was." I smiled back.

He reached a hand over to my face and brushed my hair behind my ear. I softened into his touch and hummed.

But that bliss was broken quickly.

"Hello?! We're home!"

I gasped, shooting up on my bed.

"Is that your mum?!" Tom whisper shouted.

"Yes! You need to go like now!" I whispered back.

He scurried off the bed and into his boxers and clothes, shakily putting on his shirt and attempting to put his shoes on quickly but leaving them untied.

I grabbed his backpack and handed it to him.

"Thank you," He smiled, taking it from me and heading for the window again.

He swung a leg out but then hesitated.

"Oh and uh-"

He held his hand out.

"I'm Tom, by the way." He grinned.

I smiled, shaking his hand.

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, neighbour."

"Nice to meet you, too." He winked, before climbing out the window, down the wall and back into his own house.

Nice to meet you indeed.

-

A/N: this is written for my amazing friend Caitlin and it's her birthday today! and she gave me all the details for this piece so i hope you guys enjoyed!

[houseof-harry]

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i have never seen $100k in person (like most people I assume). So when they told you their idea, not only were you skeptical of the idea but the idea of having that much money in one place made you kind of nervous.

But they were set on settling their fighting, so you let them do what they thought was necessary to stop bickering, and you wanted it to be over too. It’d been hellish.

They hadn’t been sleeping well at all and it had been making them both cranky and quite frankly annoying. When they were sleep deprived and continuously working, it would make the fights worse and more consistent.

When you showed up in the middle of the day to see all that money on the table, a part of you was shocked they went through with it, and the other part of you was just shocked at how little $100k looked like in person.

As soon as Grayson saw you come in, he rushed to you, grabbing your arms. “Listen, you need to help me.”

You raise your brow at him. “Are you okay?”

He nods, checking over his shoulder before turning back to you. “We need to piss Ethan off.”

“Isn’t the whole point of today to not fight each other?”

“Yes, but I’m 10k behind right now, so I need to get it back.”

You sigh, looking around to see if Ethan’s there. “But what if he gets mad at me for helping you?”

“You just have to come with us in the car and talk with him about Teslas so I can say how much they suck and how I’ll never get one.” His eyes are pleading almost more than his words, and you find it almost impossible to turn him down.

So that’s what lands you in the back seat of smooth cat, talking about the different technology of the car. And it all goes as planned, because Ethan ends up owing Grayson another 10k.

And the rest of the day goes rather smoothly after that. You guys get back home, you’re chilling on the couch with Ethan while Grayson is jumping rope outside.

But all of sudden, Ethan’s toe is nudging you, getting your attention from your phone and onto him.

“Y/N, you need to hide his toe shoes.”

You raise your brow, looking out the window to watch Grayson struggle with the jump rope.

“E, I really don’t want to get in the middle of this-”

“Just this one time, please?” He gives you his best puppy eyes, and just like Grayson it fucking works.

So you’re standing, trying to find a good hiding spot as fast as possible because you hear the back door opening. You quickly throw them into a random cabinet before casually walking back out into the living room.

Grayson passes you quickly, barely even acknowledging you as you settle back on the couch. Ethan looks at expectantly, but you just keep your eyes on your phone because you know you have the worst poker face of all time, and know that keeping your head down is your best bet of keeping the secret.

“Bro, where are my toe shoes?” Grayson asks as he comes back, and you continue to scroll through your phone mindlessly.

They have a conversation and soon Grayson is back out there, barefoot. But he can’t take it very long, so he’s coming back looking for answers once more.

When he calls Ethan’s bluff, you feel yourself relax a bit because you’re sure you’re in the clear after that.

That is, until Grayson wants to shower and Ethan wants to piss him off. Both of them have asked you for help not even two minutes apart, and you’re sick of it.

You grab Gray’s arm, dragging him to the bathroom door where you’re knocking hard. “Ethan! Come out! We know you’re not showering.”

A rather dejected Ethan opens the door, steam billowing out as the shower still runs behind him.

“This is stupid. The whole point of today was to get you to stop fighting, and now it’s turned into all the dumb ways you can somehow manage to make each other more annoyed. And I’m tired of it! Of watching you fight, and of me being stuck in the middle. Aren’t you guys, too?”

They’re both watching you, wide eyed, before looking at each other.

“I mean it is kind of stupid I just sat in there for 20 minutes without even getting in,” Ethan admits.

“Yeah I think we just have to stop trying so hard to do shit that makes each other mad,” Grayson agrees.

“Now fucking hug each other.” You grip Ethan by his arm with your free hand, forcing them together.

They both kind of sigh but concede at the same time, wrapping each other in a quick but tight hug.

Before they part from each other, though, Grayson’s wrapping his arm around your shoulder and shoving you in between them for a group hug. You giggle, wrapping one arm around each of them and forcing them to stand there for much longer than they had planned.

“Alright, Y/N. Think we hugged it out,” Ethan huffs above you.

You look up at the both of them, their chins on their chests to look down at you with the close proximity. You spend a moment evaluating their faces to make sure they genuinely seem good before stepping back.

“Good. You guys are annoying when you fight.”

“Wait, what did you mean getting stuck in the middle?” Grayson raises his brow at you.

“You know, it’s getting late I think we should figure out what we want to do for dinner or-”

“Did you help him?” Ethan scoffs, pointing towards Grayson’s chest.

“You helped him?” Grayson’s mouth falls open in shock, before they’re looking at one another. “You forced our friend to help make me mad?”

“You did it too!”

“Guys!” You step between them, separating them with your hands on their chests. “Fighting is over. Yes I helped both of you because I love you guys and you took advantage of me never saying no to either of you. It’s done, you’re both done, the video is done, we’re starting fresh. Yeah?”

They both nod and you can tell they’re over being mad at each other.

“I’m sorry I asked you to help me, that wasn’t fair of me to make you choose like that,” Grayson sighs.

“Me too, I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to be involved in our stupid stuff.”

You smile at them, rubbing your hands together. “You wanna know what you can really do to apologize to me?”

They look at you tentatively yet eagerly, ready to hear your proposition.

“Donate all of that money. Then I’ll forgive you.”

They both smile, and you’re aware they probably wouldn’t have done something stupid with the money to start, but it’s good to give them the push sometimes.

“Consider it done.”

[nikccs]

          *+ .˚ₓ hello new friends ! i’m mini from the 6ix . i’m here to cause trouble 😈 , with my new kid nikoo , neeks , neekeekee , nikoochu . i would’ve been here earlier but #theweedhittoostrong sOoOoOoOO  . . .   like this ( i’ll come love u ) and let’s brainstorm , send each other muse posts , make each other scream and discuss what we’re gonna do to             S  P  I  C  E 🔥  things up around here !  let me know if u prefer discord ! [ 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 !#0644 ]

do  my  eyes  deceive  me  ,  or  did  i  just  see  ( NIKOO MARTINEZ )  getting  out  of  the  car  in  hunnington  ?  i  guess  (  SHE’S )  living  around  (  DENALI HILL )  ,  which  i  could've  guessed  .  hopefully  they  can  keep  their  (  -  SELFISH & -  CYNICAL )  shit  to  theirselves  ,  and  focus  on  being  ( +  AMBITIOUS  &  +  CONNECTED )  to  avoid  any  problems  .  and  for  the  love  of  god  ,  lets  hope  they  don't  talk  about  the  ( HIDDEN  )  thing  . 

BASICS ! 

Full Name: nikoo [ knee - coo ] martinez

Nickname(s): neeks , keeks , neekeekee , nikoochu , kiko , 

Age: 22

Height: 5′2 ft

Date of Birth: january 25th 1997

Zodiac sign: aquarius 

Hogwarts house: slytherin

Ethnicity: mexican

Nationality: american

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: bisexual

Religion: agnostic-catholic

Tattoos: a cross on her wrist , latin saying down her spine saying ‘ex nihilo nihil fit . camino largo, paso corto.’ ( nothing comes nothing . long road , short road )

Language(s) Spoken: english + spanish

Accent: american 

A LITTLE HISTORY !  [  tw  * abandonment , violence , sexual abuse ]

          nikoo doesn’t know who her parents were . her memory of them becoming a blur with each passing day. from what she could remember , was being left at a random sidewalk at the AGE OF FOUR with the clothes on her back , under pouring rain in miami , florida  . luckily she was standing in front of a home with nice people who said nikoo kept repeating she was waiting for their parents . . . well , her parents never showed up and CPS showed up to put nikoo into the system . 

          you would expect she would end up with a family that loved her bc she was a baby still - - - WRONG !   every family she was placed with found some kind of fault , or their homes would be raided for maltreatment [ think of those horrible ppl that take in kids just for the paycheck ] , nikoo could tell you the many horrible stories from the homes she’s been in . AT SIXTEEN nikoo was at her last foster home , months before . she was left home alone with her fosterr dad , and her usually technique of ignoring him didn’t work . . . and well , things happen 

          DAYS LATER , neeks packed a bag in the middle of the night and left her foster home . she never went back . as in , she became a runaway from the state . living on streets , the couches of strangers . the streets became her home , and eventually at EIGHTEEN , she was living in an apartment with some other people who had nowhere to be . throughout the years , neeks met a guy when she decided to do a CO - OP program through high school in a car garage . so the man treated nikoo like his own . teaching her about parts - - - even involving her in his side business - - - stealing car parts from cars and selling them , specifically high end sports cars . that hustle was covered through the garage . 

          the garage eventually was raided but before that could even happen nikoo discovered a different way to make money . she is hell of resourceful , believing in survival of the fittest and the idea of looking out for yourself . she abandoned the man that helped her out , letting him go down along with his business - - - and nikoo started scamming the people she’s met through dating apps . whether it’s them giving her money , clothes , or paying for something . basically she’s a  SUGAR BABY  without really giving much sugar . that , and she works as a cam girl to earn even more money ( her savings are WILDD )

          the good thing about her past is that she actually excelled in school ! nikoo got her degree in mechanical engineering , along with a songwriting and record diploma . random i know , but she got it , what can i tell you . though she keeps that a secret . technically her whole presence in north carolina is a secret . she lives with her ‘sugar daddy’ in DENALI HILL , whomst she claims is her uncle - - - twice removed bc they look nothing alike . she’s been iin north carolina only for a few years and tells herself it’s just a stepping stone . 

PERSONALITY ! 

          if you’re rich , or somewhat profitable , nikoo will find some way to use you . she’s a kiss ass without coming out to be a kiss ass . you know , she’s just slick about it . she loves to be tested mentally . like if you’re willing to tango , she’s all about it . settling for less is not in her mentality , she wants more , and the best of things because she’s never had it growing up .

          she’s a straight up hustler ok , if there’s anything she can do for money , she’ll do it . she doesn’t like talking much about herself , and if she does , most things she’ll say about herself are lies . she lives a manageable double ( triple ) life , along with working on her masters online , she currently interns at TESLA . and ofc , she loves cars . one day she plans to put together her own custom car . she writes songs on the sides , not for herself , but for other artists and she’s pretty notable . she’s signed with a publishing house so she gets paid to do that too KDFJGHDFKJGH

          to the rest of the world she’s just a mr stewart’s neice from texas , who is staying with him until she gets her feet on the ground with her ‘ modelling gig ‘ . it’s funny because she prefers people to think she was stupid than to actually figure out she’s smart , and also hella promiscuous . unless you’re one of her clients , or paying her for something , she has no interest in you . neeks prefers to be alone . choosing to stay to herself . she’s still the life of the party though , cos you know . . . she can take money out yo pockets , steal that louis wallet , probably hack your account if she wanted too . bitch is smart with computers . 

          if she’s friends with someone , again , they know what she chooses to tell them . but neeks is pretty laid back , chill . kinda hanging personality , though she dresses like she’s about to hit the club every night , rolling up in a nice ass tesla that’s probably paid for by her ‘ favourite uncle ‘ . she’s flightly af . bc of her clients , she doesn’t do relationships , she doesn’t even like to be touched unless she’s aware it’s coming . if you touch her without her knowing , like hugs , or even trying to scare her , she will. . . . maybe , cut you .  

CONNECTIONS ? 

I WANT THEM ALL !!!

PLATONIC , ROMANTIC , ENEMIES , BROTP’S , SEND ME SOME MUSE POSTS AND WE CAN DO THOSE TOO

LET ME KNOW YOU WANNA PLOT AND I WILL BRAINSTORM WITH YOU . I LOVE MAKING PLOTS AND TALKING AND BEING A HOT MESSS

[dobrikswriting]

Basically Strangers PT 2

Sorry this took so long!

Here’s part one!

I laid down in my bed the second I got back to my hotel. I glanced over at the clock.

5 AM.

I hadn't been to bed yet, I almost felt like the whole night I hadn't even been awake. I felt bad about leaving David while he was sleeping I just felt like it might be awkward in the morning. I feel like he's going to wake up and regret everything and I really didn't want to see that look on his face. I sent Zane a quick text telling him to call me the second he woke up and then I stripped down to just my bra and underwear before I laid down and finally rest my eyes.

"Y/N?" I heard as I felt a hand gently shake me awake. I blinked my eyes, my brain not able to process anything as I saw Zane standing in front of me. I sat there staring at him for a couple second before I finally realized that Zane and, by the sound of chatter, a few other people were in my room right now.

"Woah." I said softly sitting up looking around the room, seeing Matt, Carly, and Erin sitting on the couch in my room. "Hey? How did yo-"

"I pretended to be your husband and got an extra key." Zane said cutting you off.

"That's .... unsettling." I replied sleepily looking over to see the time. 11 AM, 6 hours of sleep would have to do.

"That's what I said!" Matt said, agreeing with me. "No way should it be that easy I'm going to do something about that. I'm writing a letter to someone." Matt said matter of factually.

"Okay sure, can we go get some food now." I heard a voice say, a voice I hadn't previously known was in the room. I leaned forward in the bed more and looked around the corner into the open hallway to see David leaning up against the door frame, looking at his phone. He looked up at me and smiled.

 "Nice hickies y/n. You ditched us to go have fun last night huh?" David teased, I felt heat rush to my cheeks knowing my face had to be bright red. I looked down and quickly remembered I had stripped down to basically nothing before I had fallen asleep, I quickly grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my neck covering myself up.

"A bra is basically a bikini you're fine." Zane joked sitting on the edge of my bed. "We're getting breakfast get dressed." He said, not asking more demanding. 

David walked more into the room throwing me the robe that the hotel had left hanging in the bathroom.

"We'll wait for you to shower if you want." He added before sitting in a chair at the opposite end of the room. I could tell by the way Zane wasn't joking around and wasn't giving me shit, that David hadn't said anything about last night. I was thankful but I guess I had also expected that, David didn't seem like the type of guy to do that without talking to me first.

I smiled at him as I put the robe on and quickly went into the bathroom to shower and get ready.

--

I had gotten ready in record time and we were all on our way down to the car to get food. Zane walked up beside me, "Sorry I went too hard last night I was looking forward to having fun with you and I passed out so early." He said looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

"It's okay really, I still had fun." I replied genuinely, even aside from spending time with David I really did have a fun time with everyone last night. I was excited to see what the rest of the week would hold.

"Yeah I can see that." Zane said, referring to the light hickies on my neck. "Who did those you don't even know anyone here."

"I'm on vacation, let me live." I said brushing him off, not wanting to lie but not wanting to tell him the truth. He just gave me a look smiling and then walked up to say some comment to annoy Matt. We got out to David's tesla and all got in, I was surprised to see everyone getting in the back leaving the only open spot being the front seat. I slid in the seat, I could feel my heart beating extremely fast. I was nervous but also excited I felt like I was 14 and had just seen my crush in the hall or something. David made me feel different. I tried to pretend I was looking at something on my phone as I heard him get into the car and we started to drive.

"Why'd you leave last night?" He asked me softly, the music was loud enough that the others couldn't hear it while they were caught up in their own conversation. I looked over at him to see he was looking intently at the road, I had never seen a more beautiful side profile. His hair was messy but still perfect, and the way his mouth sat ever so slightly open with his tongue resting against his bottom lip, I felt like I should pinch myself because no way was this guy in any way interested in me.

"I just didn't want the morning to be awkward, if you..." I stopped for a moment wanting to word it correctly. "I mean I know you were drunk and I just wanted to give you a clean escape you know." I replied back quietly, changing my gaze to match his, watching the road go past.

"I don't want one." He said and I could see him look at me and smile out of the corner of my eye. I smiled but I kept looking forward, before Zane popped his head between us and had some remark to say about how hungry he was and David wasn't going fast enough. We rolled our eyes and continued the drive in conversation with everyone else.

After we had eaten we hung out at David's for a while. I was shocked at how included I felt, I felt like I had been friends with everyone for years. I was happy that things weren't weird between me and David. I knew nothing would come of the two of us, I was only going to be in California for a few more days then I would go back to my life as normal but I was so excited to even be able to experience a glimpse of this life, with these people. It made me wish I had moved out here when Zane did.

After a few hours at David's everyone was about to split up and do their own things, David had to get some footage for a brand deal, Carly and Erin were going to shoot a video with Jason and, Zane and Matt were going to film the podcast with Heath and Mariah. "Do you wanna come and film with us?" Zane asked not wanting to leave me alone for the afternoon.

"I was kinda thinking about doing something touristy." I said laughing at how lame I sounded. "Who knows when I'll be able to come back here." I added. Zane nodded and looked in thought hopefully thinking of a good place for me to go.

"Do you wanna come with me?" David asked overhearing me. "My brand deal is with universal studios, I have to go ride a new ride they're coming out with but we can definitely make a day of it. Amusement parks are good content." He said smiling at me.

"That's perfect thank you!" I said thankfully back to him. "You sure I wouldn't be intruding?" I asked. David immediately shook his head.

"I was supposed to take Jonah but he just ditched me last second so you're doing me a favor actually." He replied. I smiled back at him and gave Zane a quick hug as we all went on our separate ways.

I slid back into the passenger seat of the tesla and tried to contain my smile, I was excited to spend time alone with David. I knew from the vlogs that he was fun but actually being around him is a totally different story. He was so fun and nice and just a good person that wanted to do anything he could to make other people laugh. It was a nice vibe to be around. We started driving and I was a little nervous how to start conversation with him, so I was glad when he broke the silence.

"I hope nothing is awkward between us because of last night." He said looking over at me.

"Not at all. At least for me. I really enjoyed myself." I said smiling at him. He nodded and smiled at me.

"I have to be really careful about what I do and who I do it with. I have this image and if anything comes out of me actually acting like a 23 year old, the world goes crazy." He said running a hand through his brown his. "It was very off brand of me to do that but it felt really nice, like freeing." He said opening up to me. I hadn't realized how much pressure was on David to always do the right things and be the perfect guy, I couldn't imagine not getting to just do whatever I wanted and always having to worry about people taking things the wrong way.

"Well I'm happy I could help." I replied laughing. "It feels really good to be here. In LA, with all you guys. You are all so inviting and I feel like I'm apart of the group."

"You fit in really well, your personality is a good match. I bet by the end of the week everyone is going to be begging for you to stay." He said winking at me.

"Everyone?" I teased, making it a point to look him in the eyes so he knew I was talking about him directly. David just smiled back at me and laughed but I could see a blush creeping up on his cheeks. David then put the camera up on his dashboard and filmed us driving the rest of way, just jamming out to music and David filming a couple stupid dad joke puns from random billboards we went past.

I had never been to universal studios but I had been to multiple other theme parks and it was pretty standard to the rest. David and I filmed us riding the new ride, he introduced me as Zane's home town best friend and he was putting me through the test to see if I could make it in the vlog squad. We finished riding that ride and then rode a could more, on any ride that had a big drop or upside down turn David would grab my hand and hold on for dear life and I could my whole stomach fill with butterflies. We were both eating a churro and David was taking some pictures with fans when I finally glanced down at my phone, I was shocked to see so many notifications.

I opened up my messages to see multiple texts from my friends back home and one from Zane tell me to call him right away. I told David I would be right back and stepped into a quieter area to call him.

"Hey!" Zane picked up immediately.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Have you seen the pictures?" Zane asked.

"Huh?" Is all I said back in confusion.

"Look at my texts." He stated I quickly opened up my messages app and went to Zanes, he had sent me a picture of David and I standing in line at one of the rides. "Thats a little weird that someone took that buts what's the big deal?" I asked.

"The way he's looking at you." Zane said. I opened up the picture more and I could see that David was looking at me, I don’t know if it was in my head but there was something more there. I don’t think I had ever seen anyone look at me quite the same even if I couldn’t explain it. We just looked really happy and comfortable together.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I replied back though not wanting to make it a big deal.

"Yes you do. You know what I'm talking about and so will David when he sees that. It's a big deal because David can have some crazy fans and their really running with this one y/n. Most of the fans either don't want David with anyone or they want him with Liza, and this picture with him looking at you like that and those hickies on your neck it won't be long before they come for you." He said worried.

"I think you're reading too deep into it. We're just friends hanging out.”

"I'm not dumb. You didn't leave last night you hooked up with David. I heard you guys talking in the car." He said back, I felt bad that Zane knew I was lying to him, it just didn't feel like my place to tell David's business like that.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could reply.

"It's okay just be careful please, some of the fans can be ruthless." Zane said. I thanked him before getting off the phone, I looked through a couple of my messages, seeing they all had to do with the picture, people asking me what David was like and if I could have him follow them on stuff. I didn't reply to anything and I walked back over to David who was sitting signing something for a fan. He looked up at me and could tell something was off.

"What's wrong?" He asked after the fan had walked away.

"I'm just really hot do you wanna head out?" I asked. David just looked at me and nodded and we headed back to the car in silence.

We didn't say much the whole ride back to my hotel. David pulled up in a parking spot and turned to me. "Did something happen?" He asked me.

"You have to know about the picture." I said turning my body to face him as well.

"Yeah. I mean it's not a big deal it'll blow over." He replied. I unlocked my phone and slid it over to him as the notification kept popping up on my screen, follow requests and random DM's.

 "Maybe but it's a lot right now." I said. He looked over a couple of the DM's most of them were harmless but I could see him get uncomfortable when a negative one would pop up on the screen. I was surprised they had found all my social media accounts so quickly.

"I'm sorry." David said handing me back my phone.

"It's not your fault I'm just not used to this. I'm pretty unremarkable so my phone is never this popping." I said joking back.

"No seriously I should of never taken you there I knew it wasn't a good idea. I just wanted to. Last night I felt so free and good to just do what I wanted and not worry about what anyone else would think. It felt so good. And I wanted to do it again but that was way too public." He said staring at his hand. I felt my heart get tight, I had so much fun with David I didn't want whatever weird friendship we had to stop because of this.

"David I barely know you, but there is something about you that just makes me want to be around you and get to know you. I don't care about what other people think. I get it's a big part of your job, so if you want me to keep my distance to help you out I totally understand." I said, know he would agree and that would be the end to this thing that had barely even started.

"I feel the same way about you. Y/N when I said I don't do the having sex with strangers and bringing them home thing I meant that. I don't do that but there is just something about you where I feel like I can be myself." He said looking up at me. "I don't want you to keep your distance. We just can't be too extra about it but I do want to get to know you better." He added, we had slowly been leaning in towards each other and David leaned in more pushing his lips against mine. I kissed him back, I can't describe the feeling that rushed through my veins. He pulled back and smiled at me.

"Do you wanna come up?" I asked, wanting to continue spending time with him.

"I gotta go edit for the vlog tomorrow but I do want to see you, do you wanna come over later, everyone will probably be there you can meet the rest of the gang?" He replied.

I nodded and went to get out of the car, David placed a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate as his tongue found its way into my mouth. He pulled away and I felt breathless.

"I'll text you." I said trying to make it seem like I wasn't as giddy as a little school girl I said as I smiled back at David and got out of the car.

I couldn't help but do a little dance freak out as I got back to my room. I couldn't believe that David had any interest in me at all, I would never think someone like him would like me. It felt so good. I laid back on my bed as I was facetimed Zane to tell him what happened and have him help me decide how to handle the new found popularity I had.

[zanesgirlfriend]

Sucker | David Dobrik

Description: David gets in his feels for the reader, based off the song Sucker by the Jonas Brothers

Requested?: yes but okay so i accidentally deleted the original request but i know it was about the new jo bros song and i love them with my whole heart so im sorry if i didnt do what you asked im a dumb bitch

A//N: This came in my inbox before i stopped taking song requests pls dont be mad at me I have one more song thing after this and then im done with songs forever okay bye also i dont have the spanish n key on my computer so dont @ me

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David’s song of the week came about randomly. Rich Girl popped in his brain as soon as he put on those Cartier rings. The Pina Colada song happened when Natalie made everyone Pina Coladas before a party. Dancing Queen was stuck in his head for months when he heard it one night at a party. 

Sucker, however, was all y/n’s fault.

Natalie had spent the night at Cass’ house, and all of David’s friend’s had come and gone. He was alone, in the living room editing away. 

Are you awake?

She texted him, bored out of her mind and not able to fall asleep.

Yeah, why are you up so late?

His heart fluttered a bit as he awaited her response. His crush on her seemed to grow and grow the more they hung out, and the chance to finally be alone with her was very appealing.

I can’t sleep, but if you’re editing I don’t wanna distract you!

She didn’t want to bother him, but something inside of her was urging her to text him more.

It’s okay hahaha I don’t have to post tonight anyway

He subtly was asking her to come over.

Do you wanna go get ice cream or something?

She asked him.

Is anything open this late? We can drive around and look for something if you want

He saved his edit and got his keys, already making up his mind. He drove to her apartment and appreciated how quiet everything seemed to be.

“Hey.” He said to her as she opened the door.

“Hey.” She stepped outside and locked her door behind her. He noticed her body as she was wearing little thin pajama shorts and a light sweater. The pair made their way to David’s Tesla and they started to drive.

“I didn’t see anything open on the way here, but we can go into the city a little more.” He spoke softly, as if he didn’t really want to wake up the world. He glanced over at her and saw that her arms were wrapped around her legs and she was shiving. “Are you cold?” He asked, already putting the Tesla in autopilot.

“Yeah, it was kind of dumb not to change out of my pj’s, huh.” She laughed at herself as she watched him take his sweatshirt off and hand it to her. “Oh, I don’t want you to be cold!” 

“I’m fine, this is nothing compared to Chicago.” He leaned over and turned the heat up. She threw his sweatshirt on and settled into her heated seat.

“Ooh! That place is open!” She pointed up ahead of them and he quickly turned on his blinker. They pulled up to the little store and went to get ice cream. They sat inside the Tesla as they ate it and discussed what to do next.

“Where are we going now?” He asked her, hoping that the ice cream wasn’t the end of the line.

“I wanna have an adventure. Like, the city is so quiet for some ungodly reason, so I feel like we have to make the most of it.” She shook off any sense of tiredness and was ready to just go have fun with the cute boy she liked so much.

“I have an idea.” David smirked and put the car in drive.

They drove around the city all night, finally finding what he was looking for. He helped her jump the fence and held her hand tight as they looked around for security guards.

“David, turn the flashlight off, I think someone’s coming!” She whisper yelled in his ear. He turned it off and the two of them giggled for a minute before stumbling in the dark through the pool area of a very fancy hotel.

“I found the pool, okay don’t look!” He joked as he started to strip his clothes off.

“David, how am I supposed to look if all the lights are off?” She joked back and removed his sweatshirt from her body. They held hands and jumped into the pool together. The lights in the bottom of the pool clicked on as if they were motion activated, scaring the naked couple.

“Shit, shit, shit!” David whispered as he grabbed onto her shoulders.

“I think they’re automatic, oh my God don’t look at my boobs!” She whispered back at him. They giggled together, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but to no avail. The pair skinny dipped for a while, sneaking glances at each other before y/n finally had the guts to make a move.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you shirtless.” She told him as she swam closer.

“I definitely haven’t seen you shirtless before either.” He joked, rousing a laugh from both of them. He swam towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She wrapped he arms around his neck and slowly started to kiss his jaw as his hands explored her body. Just as she made her way to his lips, the door to the pool area opened.

“Hey!” The guard yelled, causing them to scramble to jump out of the pool. David threw his underwear on and scooped up the rest of his clothes before running back to the fence. Y/n was more bold, however, and just picked everything up and ran for it. David got quite the view as she climbed down the other side of the fence. Their laughs got louder and louder as they ran for his car.

“Oh my God!” She screamed as their dripping wet bodies hopped in the car. David sped off to an empty parking lot nearby so the guard wouldn’t catch them.

“That was crazy!” He laughed with her as he parked the car. They hopped out and attempted to dry off. Y/n was still naked.

“I’ve never done anything like that. Like, ever.” She used her sweater as a towel before slipping on her shorts and David’s sweatshirt.

“How am I supposed to dry off? I really didn’t think that through.” He laughed and laid his jeans on the hood of the car.

“I wanna dance. That’ll dry us off.” She was pumped full of adrenaline and wanted to move her body. David smiled and played some random music through the speakers of his Tesla. They danced together for a few minutes before the Jonas Brothers new song started playing.

I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars I follow you through the dark, can't get enough

“Can we dance on your car?” She asked him as soon as she heard the lyrics. He nodded and helped her up onto the hood. They jammed out, doing small movements and holding onto each other as to not fall off. A slow song was next, so the laid down on the hood and took a moment to breathe.

“I’m really glad you texted me.” He looked over at her and pushed his shaggy wet hair out of his eyes.

“I’m really glad you wanted to go on an adventure.” She laced her fingers through his and smiled at him. She leaned over, finally giving him a real kiss.

[buckyspetpsychopath]

Back to sleep

0David Dobrik x reader Vlog squad

I'm startled awake by the sound of my phone ringing. I panic slightly and sit up from my bed and reach over on my nightstand for my phone. I click the answer button after seeing Davids picture pop up.

"Hello?" I answer groggily. "Fuck, did I wake you?" he sighs. "Yeah, it's fine. I'm up now, what's wrong?" I ask wiping the sleep from my eyes. "nono go back to sleep," he says. "David seriously. Its like 3am, you called for a reason spit it out." I huff. "I mean, I just. Could I come over?" he asks and I go silent for a moment so he starts explaining. "I don't have to. but I'm trying to edit and I can't focus and I need something to take my mind off it, but I wouldn't be able to sleep and I need to post tomorrow," he explains. "You want to come over now?" I whisper, biting my lip. "Yeah" he mumbles. "Fine" I grin. "I'll be around by 3.30" he chirps and I laugh slightly. "I'll be waiting," I say and hang the phone up. 

I look at the time and its 3.04. I look down at my sweatpants and oversized shirt for bed and shake my head, heading to my dresser. I pick out a cute lingerie set and quickly change into it.

I spray some deodorant and perfume before going into my bathroom and brushing my teeth. I quickly curl the ends of my hair so its messy and then fluff my hair. Before I know it the front door of my apartment is opening. I hurry to throw on a pair of heels before strutting out of my bedroom. David looks up when he hears my heels clicking. I smirk as I see him gulp. He quickly sets his backpack down, taking his shoes and jacket off. I walk closer towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands fly to my waist.

"I'm sorry, I know its late and you have class in the morning but I'll do all the work, you can just lie there. I'll take real good care of you" He smiles. I bite my lip and unravel my hands from his neck and push his hands down off my waist onto my butt. He bites his lip and squeezes, pulling me closer to him. "What are you doing to me" He gulps backing me up against my kitchen counter. He lifts me up effortlessly and sets me on the edge leaning in to kiss me. His lips attack mine and I feel sparks flying. This happened all the time, David would call me up at random awkward times of the day, fuck me then leave. I understand that when we first met he was going through a break-up. But its been over a year since that, and he still hasn't asked me on a proper date. Nobody knows about our midnight get togethers.

He pulls away from my lips and moves down my jaw and down my neck to my collarbone. He leaves a couple marks and I roll my eyes. He's always been really territorial, but I don't mind- it wasn't like I was dating anyone else, or even trying to. I push his head away from me and his eyebrows furrow.

"Bedroom" I breathe out and his eyes light up. He picks me up again carrying me to my bedroom. He gently drops me on the bed and I pull his shirt off when he goes to stand up. He smirks and steps back, unbuckling his jeans slowly while he watches me panting on the bed, his eyes hooded from lust. And let me tell you, it was a sight to see. He pushes his jeans and underwear down. Then he reaches into my bedside table to retrieve a condom, I take it as a sign to unlatch my bra so I reach behind me and pull it off throwing it on the floor. He smiles at me and pulls my underwear down my legs before crashing down on top of me, his hands holding him up slightly so he's not completely crushing me. He seems to fit perfectly in between my legs.

"You're so beautiful" he whispers leaning in to kiss me as he nudges himself into my entrance. He keeps pushing until he's all the way in and we both let out a euphoric sigh. He starts moving making me instantly let out little gasps. He hooks one of my legs around his hip, holding it there. My other leg intertwining with his legs. He moves faster and faster, our moans getting louder as the feeling keeps getting better. He connects our lips and they move together feverishly. One of my hands connects to his cheek and the other tangles in his fluffy hair holding him close to me. He's holding onto my hip and keeping himself up as he rocks against me. "Fuck Dave, I'm so close" I whine and he shushes me. "Its ok baby, me too. You can cum" he mumbles putting his lips to mine once again. The hand holding his cheek falls back to grip the bedsheets and he speeds up his movements bringing a hand to hold mine. He's practically ramming into me when I starting gasping his name as I unravel beneath him. "Fuck David" I moan wrapping my leg tighter around him and squeezing his hand. He stills for a second while he cums then move slowly again trying to milk our orgasms. He pulls out of me slowly and leans up to discard the condom in the bin next to my bed before dropping beside me, his head in my neck. Our sweaty bodies suction together but neither of us mind. I stroke my hand through his sweaty hair. Somehow, eventually I fall asleep.

When I wake up in the morning I grin seeing a mop of dark fluffy, almost curls beside me. I snuggle closer to David, pushing some of the hair off his face. I admire his sleeping figure, still naked from the night before which excites me, but most of all he's calm. Which is a rare sight. "Stalker" he mumbles, his eyes fluttering open. I blush. "I was just admiring." I defend myself and he laughs. "Stalking" he argues jokingly wrapping an arm underneath my body and yanking me into his side. "Admiring" I giggle leaning down to press my lips to his. "You always look so pretty in the morning, especially after sex" he grins, his voice groggy from just waking up. "hmm, someones a sweet talker today" I joke to put off the fact that what he said gave me butterflies. "Just admiring" he smirks and i roll my eyes. I look at the time and gasp, shooting up out of his arms. "Whats wrong?" he asks. "I need to be in class in half an hour, i need to take a shower and its a twenty-minute drive from here" I yell behind me as I rush to the bathroom. I step in the shower, clipping my hair up so it doesn't get wet, not having enough time to wash it. I start rinsing my body when I feel hands at my waist. "Oh no, not today mister. I'm gonna be late" I say pushing his hands off me. "Baby please, just skip it. You've only got like one exam left then you're finished, you can afford to miss this lesson" he compromises. My eyes widen, he actually listens to me. I sigh and don't have time to respond before he steps forward, pushing me against the wall and kissing me passionately. I melt into his touch wrapping my arms around his neck hands falling into his now wet hair. We make out for a while until we need air. "Thought you were gonna be late" he breathes out. "Fuck it" I shrug. "Fuck me, dont you mean" he smirks picking me up and holding me against the wall as he pushes into me.

We spend the morning in the shower and when we're done we go out for breakfast. It's nice, we just sit and chat. Our hairs both wet and wearing comfy clothes, since that's all he had left in my house from previous times he'd been over. I'd started a little collection for him, cleaning out an entire drawer just for his clothes. I'd even gone as far as buying him some deodorant, a couple shirts and pairs of jeans and sweatpants. We'd never discussed it, it just happened. Before I knew it, David had done the same at his house. Nobody really questioned the woman's razor, deodorant, bits of makeup, clothes or womanly products in his room and bathroom.Everyone decided to congregate at Davids house so we drove in his Tesla back to his, seeing our friends cars on our arrival. As we walk in the living room it goes kind of quiet.

“Uh hey guys?” I laugh. “Hey, where have you two been huh?” Zane sassily crosses his arms. “We went out for breakfast” David shrugs sitting next to Jason on the couch. “That’s not what our sources say” Todd teases and we furrow our eyebrows looking at each other. “Ok guys what’s going on?” David asks. “We just think it’s funny how you say you went out for breakfast, but natalie over here woke up at 6am to come on a hike with us and when we came in to see you, you weren’t there. Bed wasn’t even slept in” Todd says. “And then all the women’s clothes and stuff in your room” zane nods. “And don’t forget them huge ass hickeys on her neck” Jeff cuts in pulling the hemline of my shirt down a little. I swat his hand away and roll my eyes. “Grow up you guys” I sigh going to get a bottle of water. I throw one to David and everyone seems to move on in the conversation. 

Later on in the day I’m really tired from our activities. David is finishing to edit some of his video he wasn’t able to last night. We’re laying on the love sac cuddling. My hood is pulled up and I’m snuggled into him whilst his laptop is between us so he can edit. Nobody seems to bat an eye at our position. I start drifting asleep when David whispers in my ear. “You asleep baby?” He asks and I don’t have the energy to respond so I stay silent. “Is she asleep?” I hear someone ask and my ears perk up. “Yeah, she’s napping” David chuckles. He moves his laptop off my back so I assume he’s finished, and his hand drops to my butt resting there. I internally roll my eyes. “So, what’s going on with you two?” Jeff asks. “Nothing” David laughs. “Oh yeah we’ll pretend like we’ll believe that” Jason snorts. “Seriously, you two are attached at the hip. Look how you are right now, friends don’t do that shit” zane says. “And friends don’t leave hickeys on other friends necks” Todd interjects. “Fine, we’ve been sleeping together for a couple months” David admits and they all let out cheers making David shush them. “And all this time we though you weren’t getting any” Todd chortles. “So are you dating?” Zane asks. “No” David says all quickly and I frown. “We could never be together” “What do you mean?” Jason asks. “She’s really good in bed, and I care for her. But I don’t have time or the energy for a girlfriend. I’ve been talking to Liza a lot more and I wanna see how that turns out” David explains and I feel a pit in my stomach. “Dude, you can’t string her along like that” Jeff tuts. “I’m not stringing her along” David sighs rubbing my back. “She’s great. I just can’t be with her, she has a lot of history with her ex and stuff. I just don’t wanna get into anything serious with her, I think I’d end up getting bored with her. She’s kind of a know it all, throws her intelligence in your face.” David shrugs. The guys continue to berate me for a moment before I feel david shaking me.“I gotta go the toilet baby, wake up” he whispers. I pretend to wake up and move off of him. I grab my phone and pretend to check the time.

“I should probably go home” I say stretching. “If you wait 5 minutes I’ll drive you home” David says and I shake my head. “I’ll get an Uber it’s ok” I shrug. David goes to disagree before Jason steps in. “Come on I’ll take you, I gotta go check in on my mum” Jason says. I smile at David and wave at the others. As soon as we’re out the door my smile drops. I sigh as I sit down into Jason’s car. “I thought your mum wasn’t coming until tomorrow morning?” I ask as he pulls out of Davids driveway. “She’s not. It was a lie” Jason says and I furrow my eyebrows. “I know you were awake. I know you heard all that, I’m sorry about them. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything” he apologises and I sigh. “It’s fine Jason it’s whatever. Crazy of me to even believe any of them liked me, or for even thinking I could be with David.” “You have feelings for him?” He asks. “I think I’m in love with him” I breathe out, my voice shaky from being about to cry. “Doesn’t matter though does it. I’m boring and a know it all, nothing compared to Liza right?” I chuckle.Jason sighs and pulls over, turning in his seat to look at me. “We both know you’re nothing like what they were describing you like. I don’t know what got into them, they always talk about how much they like you and want you to be with David” Jason reveals and the tears are falling rapidly now. “It doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks now. David doesn’t want me and I can’t keep putting myself through this emotional trauma, now I 100% know he doesn’t want me I can try and move on” I mutter. Jason starts driving again and soon we’re pulling into my apartment complex. 

I go to leave the car but Jason puts a hand on my knee. “Don’t do anything stupid. You have the same look in your eye the night my wife left me” He sighs. “I told you, I can’t do this anymore” I sob and he pulls me into him. Hugging me and stroking my hair. Throughout the time I’ve been around everyone, I always felt really close to Jason. He’s got that paternal outlook on things. “What are you gonna do?” He asks. “I think I might go stay at my grandparents house for a while, get away from here for a while.” “You want me to take you there?” He offers. I go to protest and he shakes his head. “I don’t mind. Come on I’ll help you pack a bag” He sighs and we walk up to my apartment. He just watches me as I pack a bag.

“Why are you doing this? You’re friends with David” “Because how he treated you back there was trash, and I can see when someone’s falling apart. At this current moment you need to be thinking about finishing your last exam and graduating college. I think some time away will do you and David some good.” He explains and I nod. “I don’t wanna drag you into this Jase, but could you take a bag back to Davids for me? Please don’t tell him where I am, as far as you’re aware you left after I gave you this bag.” I say picking up another random bag and filling it with Davids stuff he left here. Jason nods and I can see the empathy he’s holding for me. We get back into his car and he takes me to my grandparents house. He gives me a hug before driving off. I sigh and go into the house, straight up to the guest bedroom. I had called my grandma in the car and she had informed me they weren’t home currently, they had taken a spontaneous trip to Hawaii but I was welcome to stay there.I send out a tweet then turned my phone off.

Davids POV*

I had let all my worries and thoughts escape me as I was talking to the guys. Feeling guilty about even thinking that way about y/n. When she left, it was about an hour later that Jason returned. He comes in solemnly and hands me a bag. I furrow my eyebrows at the guys and heath, Mariah, Natalie, Kristen, Scott And Matt who had joined us.

“What’s this?” I ask confused, with a laugh. I stop laughing when I open the bag. My face drains of colour as I look up to Jason. He bites his lip and looks away from me. “What is it?” Todd asks quizzically thinking it’s a bit. “My stuff from y/n’s house” I mumble furrowing my eyebrows. I look to Jason for answers and he sighs. “She was awake, she heard every last bit of it” he admits and I jump up. “Where is she?” I panic. The others who weren’t here before are confused. “She doesn’t want me to tell you. She needs space David, she doesn’t wanna speak to you. She never wanted to see to you again before I convinced her to leave it a week” Jason seethes. “And I’m supposed to thank you? Tell me where she is right now, I have to go explain to her” i grit. “explain what? That you’re a dick? That you’ve been stringing her along just so you’ll get laid? That you made her fall in love with you and you had no intention of being with her” Jason spits. I step back slightly. “In love with me? Did she tell you that?” I ask, tears spilling out my eyes. “Yeah. How do you feel now? You’ve absolutely broken her heart. So no, I’m not telling you where she is” he huffs and I sigh wiping my eyes.

“What the fuck just happened?” Heath interrupts. I go to my bedroom and let Jason and the guys explain it to everyone. Tears spill over my eyes as I pick up the first thing I see in my room and throw it. It becomes a habit and soon enough natalie runs into my room holding me back. We collapse on the floor, with me sobbing in her arms. “I fucked up nat” I sob. “Yeah I know you did. You just gotta give her some space. Hurting yourself or your things won’t make you or her feel any better.” She soothes. We stand up and I go back out to the living room to apologise to Jason. He shakes his head and pulls me into a hug.

“The fact is though, I didn’t even mean it, any of it. I’m just scared. I think I might love her” I admit and everyone stays silent.

Normal POV* 6 days later and I had just finished my last exam. Without jinxing myself- it went pretty well. I mean, I had studied hard the past week to take my mind off of my crumbling relationship, or lack thereof. A couple of friends and some of the guys in college were going out drinking. Normally I decline and go chill with David and them, but tonight I think I deserve it. I had bought a new outfit, something usually out of my comfort zone. I had retreated back to my apartment to get ready with my best friends joining me. They help me look extra good and then take a cute picture on my small balcony.

I watch the likes and comments roll in, the vlog squad all immediately liking it. Whilst we’re waiting for the others to get her so we can uber to the bar I start answering a couple comments. I make a couple stories of the girls getting ready, dancing, pouring drinks and a couple boomerangs.When we finally make it to the bar we were going to start our night as we walk in and find a large table in the middle. One of the guys, Dylan, one of my close friends in college has me over his shoulder. I’m giggling but smacking his back to let me down and trying to make sure my skirt is not revealing anything. He lets me down when we reach the table. Stumbling a bit he catches me by my waist making us both laugh. I sit on his knee as we all talk about our futures.

“So. When are you going to man up and ask y/bf/n on a date?” I whisper into Dylan’s ear. He shrugs. “I don’t think she’d say yes” “Are you kidding? I’m going behind her back saying this but as both of your friend, I feel obligated to step in. She’s crazy about you.” I smile. He looks up at me with his eyes wide. “Really?” He asks and I nod. A song comes on and we both gasp. I pull him and y/bf/n up with me. We start dancing and laughing. They eventually gravitate towards each other so I go back to the table with a smile on my face.

My smile fades when I get back to the table and look up. David and mostly everyone from the vlog squad are at the table opposite ours. My eyes widen when Zane notices me staring. He hits David in his arm which everyone notices. They all look over to me but I’m solely focused on David. His face lights up and he goes to stand up. I panic and run to the bathroom. I try and calm my breathing and fix myself in the mirror slightly. I take a deep breath and walk out. I bump into someone as I walk out and immediately apologise. My eyes widen.

“Hey Ilya i didn’t know you were here?” I awkwardly say wrapping my arms around him. “Yeah. I’ve been here a couple days. Uhm, Todd called me. David’s been a mess so they brought out the big guns” he laughs but I stay silent looking down. “Look I know what got said and what happened. But he’s in absolute bits about it, I think you should let him explain. You might be surprised with his response” he says rubbing my arm before walking away. I furrow my eyebrow. “Ilya?” I call out and he turns around. “Were you waiting for me outside the bathroom?” I ask and he just laughs sending me a wink before continuing back into the club. I roll my eyes and make my way back in myself. I look between the dance floor where my friends are and to the table where David was sitting pretty much alone, most of them all on the dance floor themselves.I internally smack myself as my feet drag me in his direction. He looks up shocked as I stand in front of him. I cross my arms.

“You have 5 minutes” I state and he nods. “That’s all I need” He starts so I sit opposite him, having to lean a bit closer to hear him over the music. “Look, it’s gonna sound like a shitty excuse but I didn’t mean it, any of it. I’m just really scared of being in another serious relationship and that’s what I want with you. I don’t just want the sex, however amazing it is with you. I wanna know how your day is and I wanna meet your parents. I want to take you on dates and late night drives. I want to cuddle with you and kiss you whenever I want. I want everyone to know that I love you” he pauses taking my hands in his. “And that you love me. Hopefully still, despite me being an ass” He asks hopefully. I take a moment to think. “If you didn’t mean it then why did you say it? It really hurt my feelings dave” I whimper. “I was trying to pick out things, excuses not to be with you. I don’t believe any of it, I promise. I’m not just saying it, I really don’t” he says and I bite my lip. “Please. Say you’ll be my girlfriend and I cross my heart I’ll never hurt you again. Ever. Please.” He pleads. My heart hammers in my chest at our close proximity. I do the thing that feels most natural and lean forward connecting our lips. He desperately pulls me into his lap holding my cheek. “I love you” He whispers as we pull away. “I love you too David. I swear, if you pull any of that shit again I’m out of your life faster than you can blink” I frown. He nods and leans up to kiss me again. “That’s never gonna happen cause I’m gonna make you feel the most love you’ve ever felt. I’m gonna love you right” “As much as I hated you. I really missed you” I mumble running my hand through his hair. “I missed you too baby” he smiles nudging his nose against mine.

“Ooooh baby are we back on schedule?” Zane screams in front of us so we pull away from each other to see everyone standing there eagerly. I turn back to David with a smile and he beams up at me. “Yeah we’re dating” David announces and they all go crazy. I roll my eyes and snuggle myself into Davids neck. “Congratulations by the way” he comments in my ear and I smile pecking his throat.​

[fathertaurus]

Good tension- 🐨

a/n :This isn’t smutty yet but I might do a part two with the smut if people want? Anyway here’s an elaboration or David finding out your praise kink and creating that good tension ✌🏼

It started on a Wednesday. David had picked you up and then Trisha to drive to Las Vegas and surprise Jason at his stand-up show. The road trip was pretty normal, trisha brought snacks and you and David each had your own bag of Chex mix. You munched on them and leaned almost again the passenger window so you could see Trisha in back as you spoke to her and David. David drove along with one foot up on the seat.

You had known Trisha for a while and you liked to think she liked you, at least you hope she did. Eventually, the conversation turned to Trisha asking you what you thought of everyone in the vlog squad and that turned to random questions. David flipped his camera on as he drove. “Who do you think is the most normal?”

“Uhh honestly I’d say Carly or Erin. Maybe Matt King but I only met him once”

“Wait oh my god. Who do you think is the freakiest?” Trisha giggled.

David laughed and looked back at her in the rear view mirror. “Trisha she’s only known us for a few months chill”

“I know but like she’s so honest and she has no filter like me so I want to know her impressions of us”

“Uhm idk I’d want to say you but is it freaky if you’re open about it?” You laugh and eat some more Chex mix.

“Wait what?” David asked.

“Yknow it’s like it’s not freaky if it’s out there. If you’re like a porn star and you’re into crazy shit in bed no one is going to call you freaky. Like the more open you are the less I think your labeled freaky? Right?” David looks at you and then back at the road as you take a sip of your water.

“Oh yeah that’s true. The quiet ones are always the kinkiest” Trisha says. “I bet you’re super kinky.”

“Me? I’m not quiet!” You sit up more.

“No but like you’re like a nice innocent girl yknow. I just feel like you’d be kinky because you come off so sweet”

You could feel the heat running to your face. You panic at the feeling and can come up with nothing to say back. David picks up on the pause and glances over at you.

“Ohhhh my god! She’s bright red! Oh my god !” David laughs and points the camera at you.

“So what?!” You yell, burying your bright red face in your hands so he can film you.

“Oh my god so you are kinky!” Trisha laughs from the back. “Wait oh my god what’s your biggest kink?”

You look up at her and pause, thinking the question over. The car is silent and you can see David shifting his eyes toward you as he drives, awaiting you answer.

“I think praise is probably my “biggest” kink.” You say. “Like that’s the one I can never get enough of I guess.”

“Oh that’s not bad.” Trisha laughs.

“I mean I have others but yeah” you look over at David who has a confused look on his face.

“Wait what do you mean praise?”

“Like a praise kink babe” trisha pipes up. “Like she likes it if you thank her or tell her she’s being good.”

“What?” You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely confused or playing dumb. All you knew is you were sweating and you wished the topic would be over.

“Yeah.” Trisha goes on. “Like ‘are you gonna be a good girl’ ‘you’re so good thank you’ stuff like that right?” Trisha looks at you.

“Uh yeah” you smile and blush again and look away out the window from them.

“Interesting.” David says. You can feel his eyes on you. “Well THANK YOU for sharing that”

You turn and give him a dirty look. From that conversation on David has pretty much made it his thing to thank you whenever possible. At first you didn’t notice, just passed it off as him being grateful for doing things for him like grabbing him lunch on the way over to his house or grabbing him something from the fridge.

It wasn’t until he was editing and asked you to take a look at a clip he was debating on using that you caught on to his game. You leaned over the back of the couch he was sitting on to see the screen as he hit play. He watched your face as you watched. And when he paused it he looked immediately back up at you for guidance.

“I like it, maybe cut that last line.” You offer. You turned to walk back to the kitchen where your coffee was but David’s hand grabbed at your arm and pulled you back. David’s eyes bore into yours as you turned to look at him. “Thank you.”

“No problem” you choked out.

After that you noticed that whenever you were around him he was asking you to do small tasks for him like pass him his wallet or grab him a water or turn the lights on just so he could make eye contact with you and say low “thank you.”

Although that alone wasn’t really what turned you on, the fact that David was remembered and was actively thinking about your kink had you hot. There had always been tension between you guys.

It was that weird, ‘am I sitting to close to you or do you like this? Because I’m comfortable but all I can focus on is that our legs are touching…’ tension. That ‘accidentally making eye contact too much that you wonder if it’s because you’re both staring at each other half the time’ tension.

This whole praising thing he was doing to you was just making it stronger. Once you were in the car with him and Todd and “thank you, next” came on. David looked at you in the backseat in the rear view mirror. “Do you like this song y/n?”

“Yeah I love Arianna, why?”

“I just figured you would.” His joke clicked and you tried to hide your smile and surprise your urge to lunge forward and strangle him from behind.

The unspoken tension was broken weeks after your kink was revealed. You were up late helping him edit on a Friday night. Natalie and Joe has already called it a night but you stuck around for a bit as he finished the final touches, knowing that if you went home he’d end up FaceTiming you before as uploaded anyway.

“I’m exporting” David said leaning back from his laptop. “Oh FUCK”

“What?” You looked up from where you sat across the couch on your own laptop.

“I forgot to send Natalie to the super charger today. I need to drive to Huntington Beach tomorrow.”

“I’ll go.”

“No it’s so late.”

“It’s fine I’m up anyway, besides by the time I get back you’ll be done premiering.”

“Fuck okay. Really?”

“Yeah of course.”

“Okay wow. Thank you.”

Secretly you were just excited to drive the Tesla. You brought his car and watched the sun begin to rise as you charged it and then promptly drove back to David’s.

You knocked on the door and waited for him to let you in. Finally you head him shuffle to the door. “Did you charge it all the way?” David asked, holding the door open for you and letting you step inside.

“Yup.” You handed him his key.

“Good girl.” He chimed. Your eyes quickly shot up to his. A smirk crept onto his face as he looked down at you.

[lexyleblancc]

thank you david - a.e

word count: 1648

also i’m gonna be posting some Valentine themed imagines for the vlog squad so let me know if there’s someone specific you want :)

Alex had a crush on you, and that was obvious to everyone but you. And the one person in your life who loved to seem to always be teasing the two of you, was David Dobrik. You never knew why, but Alex would always send a glare his way when he would do this.

But David loved to pull pranks on his best friends, and that was no secret to the world. So when Alex was going away for the weekend to go visit his parents, Alex saw the perfect opportunity come forth. You were laying on your couch with your cat on your chest when David first called you. “What’s up Dave?” you answered your phone. The connection sounded staticy which gave you the hint that he was probably driving. “Hey are you home?” he asked, you could hear the smile in his voice. You told him you were and you received an answer you were not expecting on a friday night. “Great, I’m five minutes away.”

You quickly got up and brushed your hair and teeth and put on a pair of jeans rather than your sweatpants, slid on a pair of sneakers and grabbed your phone and keys. Just as you were locking the door to your apartment David texted you saying he was waiting outside for you. Quickly you walked down the stairs since you only lived on the third floor, and rushed outside to the awaiting tesla. “Hey bitch!” you greeted jumping into the front seat making David laugh loudly.

He pulled away from your apartment complex and then turned to look at his camera that sat on the dash. “Okay so (Y/N) has no idea what’s going on,” he told his audience which made you nod in agreement. “I’m going to assume it’s something stupid,” you said making him laugh and nod. “Yeah probably,” he agreed. The two of you started to drive in the direction of Alex’s apartment which made you look at your friend in confusion. “So what are we doing?” you finally asked.

It was now that David finally decided to tell you his master plan of pranking Alex, but he would need your help. David is famous for pranking his friends, and painting murals on their bedroom walls of himself and sometimes said person. But this time David wanted to shake things up a bit. Since David moved out of the apartment and Alex now has his own bedroom, he thought now would be the perfect opportunity to pank Alex. But David wouldn’t be having himself painted on the bedroom wall, he was going to have you and Alex painted just to tease Alex about his crush on you.

Of course David didn’t tell you that Alex had a crush on you, no you wouldn’t find that out until later.

So the two of you met Reggie at Alex and Dom’s apartment and Reggie asked David what he was looking to get done this time. Once David explained the vision and you decided a picture of you and Alex for a reference, the two of you left Reggie to get to work. He only had 48 hours to complete the painting of Alex’s bedroom wall, so the pressure was on. After this you and David went and got dinner together before he dropped you off back home, with the promise to come get you sunday morning when the project was done.

So after that you went on with your weekend, almost forgetting about it all together until sunday morning rolled around and David himself called you. “Are you awake?” he asked as soon as you picked up, you looked to the clock on your bedside table and say it was 7:30am. “Of course not,” you groaned rolling over. “Well I texted you,” David said like it was the most obvious thing on the planet. You laughed. “David how am i supposed to know that if I was sleeping?!” you asked making him sigh.

“Well, i’m here so can you buzz me up?” he asked. You sighed and left the warmth of your bed and walked through the livingroom to the buzzer. “Here you go,” you said before pressing the button and hanging up the phone. Five minutes later he was at your door knocking quickly, from the enthusiastic knock you already knew he was filming. You unlocked the door and you were greeted with a camera shoved in your face. “Morninggg!” david exclaimed before handing you and iced coffee. You smiled at your friend and let him into your apartment before closing and locking the door once again.

“Since you came here so early with no warning, I’m going to shower and throw on something then we can leave,” you told him making him nod and turn off the camera. “Sounds good, I’ll be here,” he said jumping onto your couch and turning on your tv to the cartoon channel. You rolled your eyes at him before turning and walking to your bathroom so you could shower.

An hour later you were showered and in a pair of sweatpants and a champion hoodie, your hair still damp from your lazy attempt to towel dry it. David ushered you out of your own apartment, hardly giving you time to lock your door. Again, the two of you drove to Alex’s apartment and David instantly instructed you to close your eyes. “David, I really do hate this shit,” you told him before reaching out for his arm so he could guide you. “Soon you’ll be paying for my medical bills,” you muttered making him laugh loudly.

David opened the bedroom door and positioned you so he could get the perfect angle. “Okay open your eyes,” David said making you take a deep breath and open your eyes before bursting out in a fit of laughter. “I love it,” you finally said. On the wall was a Valentine themes mural of sorts, which had bobble head figures of you and Alex. It seemed that Alex was proposing to you in the painting with a large diamond ring. You giggled at the concept which made David smile. “It’s so cute,” you said turning to look at David.

After this you decided to go home so you could get some work done and you promised David to watch the vlog once he posted it the next day. The rest of your day was uneventful aside from the facetime call from Alex after he found the painting when he got home. “David said you knew!” Alex exclaimed making you laugh. “I did, and I happen to think it’s adorable,” you told him making Alex’s cheeks flush red. After the facetime call you puttered around your apartment and finally decided to do something for yourself and drew a hot bath and put on a facemask.

While you were soaking in the tub you got a text from David.

‘Hey, i finished the vlog and I thought you would like to see it first. Let me know what you think!’ and attached to it was the newest video. You clicked on the video and instantly heard your voice.

“Soon you’ll be paying for my medical bills,” you muttered before it transitioned into David’s usual intro. “Hey guys, so today i’m going to do something a little different. As a lot of you may know Alex has had a crush on (Y/N) for a few years now but has never made a move. So i figured we’d get his ass into gear and tell (Y/N) for our dear friend Alex. So, (Y/N) this one is for you,” David said with a grin before it changed from David sitting on his couch to David in his tesla driving.

“So i’m just waiting for (Y/N) now,” David said right before the door to the tesla opened and you jumped into frame. “Hey bitch!” you quickly started to fast forward the video until you saw Alex come into the frame.

“So, (Y/N) knew about this?” Alex asked David who sat behind the camera safely. David agreed with what he said. “So i take it on top of that you told her i’m in love with her to?” he asked upset. David laughed slightly. “No, but you just did,” he said shaking the camera slightly before running away from Alex who instantly started chasing after the boy with the camera.

By the time the video was over you had got out of the tub and let all the water out before wrapping yourself in a towel and making your way to your room so you could get dressed before going to Alex’s house once again today. You pulled on a pair of jeans and a Clickbait hoodie before slipping into a pair of converse and rushing out of your apartment.

On your way over to Alex’s house you saw a man on the side of the street selling bouquets of roses. You pulled over and bought a random bouquet smiling to yourself about how cheesy this was. When you finally got to Alex’s house you were about to knock on the door when Alex opened the door holding roses himself. “What-”

You jumped into his arms and pressed your lips to his cheek. “Will you be my valentine?” you asked stepping away from him and shoving the flowers into his direction. “Only if you’ll be mine,” he said holding out the flowers in his own hand. You laughed and exchanged bouquets with large smiles before Alex brought you into another hug. After Alex brought you into the apartment in which the two of you decided to order something to eat and spend the night together. As Alex was ordering the food you pulled out your phone and quickly took a picture of Alex before sending it to David with the text;

‘Thank you so much :)’

[onisionhurtspeople]

The Cycle of Self-Victimization: Onision Style

Greg has an extremely predictable cycle that he likes to engage in when he gets a lot of backlash from the shit that he chooses to say on YouTube and Twitter. He’s in the middle of the most dramatic iteration of this behavior yet, so I figured I’d write a little post outlining it just for keks.

1. Say something offensive/attack someone who isn't deserving of it ---> 

2. Huge community backlash (especially when he picks on someone who has enough clout to fight back for once (instead of random fans), like Shane Dawson, Blaire White, or Jaclyn Glenn) ---> 

3. Double down on ignorant/harmful opinion ---> 

4. Furor starts to die down -OR- get worse ---> 

5. Greg begins to act like a victim to evoke sympathy/evade criticism (because he's ~depressed~ and now all of a sudden you're attacking a depressed person, what kind of a monster are you??) ---> 

6. Continues acting like a victim until the whole issue blows over ---> 

7. Pretends he's going to change/Be tHe BeSt SeLf hE CaN bE/~think positive!~ ---> pretend to have seen the light and undergone a genuine change for a couple of days ---> 

8. Once he realizes that his last blow-up has lost him a ton of fans, he rapidly decompensates into his usual negative/toxic behavior ---> 

9. Begins attacking people again to get attention ---> 

10. Start all over again from step #1.

Currently, Greg is right in the middle of step #6, acting like a victim until the whole thing blows over and he can assess the damage. What’s different about this time (and the reason why he’s decompensating so rapidly right now compared to previous patterns) is because almost all of this is happening at the exact same time, and there’s no lull or resting period in between these cycles like there have been in past years. 

His fan base has had enough and is sick of defending him, the entire Internet knows what kind of a person he is at this point (thanks to Billie, who knocked over the first domino), he’s about to get reamed by the government and the IRS for well over 500k (which will take everything he has left), he’s trapped in a loveless marriage with a person that he isn’t attracted to and kids he doesn’t want to raise or be responsible for, and his increasing age and lowered income and sphere of influence have severely hampered his ability to attract the type of young alternative teen girl lovers that he’s actually attracted to, like Billie, Jaclyn Glenn, or Shiloh. He’s frittered away his entire multi-million dollar fortune on meaningless materialistic pursuits, like the ~$3000 worth of clothes, tattoos, tech, games, and makeup that Lainey has purchased in the past two months alone (and that isn’t even including upcoming Christmas expenditures, or Lainey’s recent posts and videos detailing her plans to throw away all of her clothes in order to buy new ones - yes, even the ones she just bought this month). His career is on its last legs, and at 33 years old, he has no bankable skills that he can use to get a real job because he never bothered looking into ways to supplement his income when YouTube was inevitably incapable of sustaining his lifestyle any longer; and even if he could, Greg is too much of a raging narcissist to be capable of not challenging the structure and hierarchy of any company that hired him. His wife won’t let him bring other women into their household or marriage anymore - gone are the days when he could simply whip up some manipulative language for plausible deniability later on, such as “I wouldn’t do anything that a friend wouldn’t do” - she knows his game now, and she’s having none of it. He wants to move on to a younger, hotter, more pliable teenage girl like Jessie Paege, but Lainey is saving her entire YouTube income to pay off his IRS debt (and whatever he owes after Shane Dawson (hopefully) sues him); he can’t just discard her and move on like he’s done with other exes before, he has too much to lose from it this time. He’s gone from owning two houses (one of which was a mansion) and two cars (one of which was a Tesla) to just one used truck and one three-bedroom house in the middle of a swamp. He used to make nearly $5000 a month from his 1200 fans on Patreon; now he makes $2600 a month from just over 600 of them, and those numbers are dwindling further every single month. And the best part is that he did all of this to himself. 

It’s no wonder that Greg has been stuck at some point in this cycle for the past three months straight. He’s dug himself into a hole so deep that not even the tree the IRS is about to charge him 100k to re-plant is tall enough to help him climb out of it. And I have to say - in all my years of watching Greg, observing him, analyzing his behavior, and hoping that he’d eventually take himself out of the game in exactly the way that he currently is - I NEVER thought that he had the capacity to sabotage himself to this extreme. What a wonderful Christmas present. 

[deadpooly]

2019 Iron Man Bingo!

“Tony! I swear to any god out there if you do that I will kick your annoying ass out into the outer rings of Saturn!” people out in the hall could hear a pissed off James Rupert Rhodes once again yelling at Tony Stark. Probably saving the kid’s life from what it sounds like. But they didn't know that Tony was hovering his finger over a switch that would set off his newest project on magnetic fields, and most likely cause a problem.

He has been working on it for a month or so with Rhodey and they have been studying the strength of different magnetic fields.

“Not gonna lie, that sounds fun.” Tony said dropping his hand by his side “but,” he continued. “This might give off a strong enough field that we can get some results. The estimated Tesla count is pretty high for a fun garage band project. Hey Rhodey-bear?” Tony looked at some papers flipping through and resting his hand on the switch.

“What? Tony no! This room isn't big or secure enough for that!” Rhodey said rushing towards Tony and maneuvering around tables and other projects.

“Come on Rhodey, results!” he replied and inched his hand right as Rhodey reached him and shoved him away from the machine.

“It’s not secure!” Rhodey scolded Tony, who pulled himself from Rhodey’s grip and started walking back to the machine. This is a really small lab that we have to share with other people and we can't have you blowing stu- TONY!” Rhodey yelled as Tony pushed the switch and nothing happened. 

“What? It should have given off at least a-”

A loud crackled interrupted Rhodey and the machine that was in the chamber had an unhealthy amount of purple energy erupt from it.

A small forceful explosion set off in the lab, it wasn't very collateral but it was loud. Multiple metal projects fell off their stands, from being affected from the contained magnetic pulse. Also, the machine was totally demolished and there were small sparks of purple energy calming down.

“Yess!” Tony laughed as he brushed himself off, he ran over to a computer and a couple devices. He started mumbling numbers and writing things down.

Rhodey straightened up and marched straight over to Tony slapping him over the back of the head, satisfied with the small thump it made. Tony just flinched and rubbed the back of his head.

“What was that for?”

“Are you an idiot?” Rhodey yelled at Tony who just shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean maybe-” Tony just started mumbling going off track.

“Someone could have gotten hurt! Look at the projects you destroyed!” he continued to scold Tony who was scratching the back of his head. “Come on man, you broke Connor’s thing he was working on.” he groaned in sympathy for the guy. Tony once again just ignored that.

“We are going to be in deep shit! I don't know how you are not kicked out of this school yet. With all of these dumbass dipshittery things you pull!” Tony just waved him off, grabbing a random rag and wiping off some dust on a random part.

“I don't know either? Like i'm obviously trying to get out of this school.” Tony said sarcastically. “The pulse also hit 1,200 Teslas by the way.” he finished turning back to his desk with a smug smile on his face.

“Wait what?” Rhodey stopped.

“Yep.”

“I guess that's cool?”

“It reached about 500 more than we originally expected! That's something good we can report.” Tony said.

“Yeah, if we get to report at all.” Rhodey said as the door opened behind him.

“Now, I wouldn't suppose that either of you would tell me what happened here.” a deep male voice asked from behind the two. “Heard a big commotion in here, i'm not surprised that you are involved Mr. Stark.” he finished, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

“Um, sorry?” Tony said scratching the back of his head. Rhodey just looked at him slapped him in the arm and gave a deep frustrated sigh.

“Sorry, Mr. Durran.” Rhodey said stepping forward. “We were working on our project when it went off, the eruption was contained and none of us were injured.” he immediately told the professor.

“I see.” the professor analyzed the room with a brow raised. “And the unfortunate projects you have damaged?” Tony snorted and leaned back on the table, his arms holding him up from behind.

“Those were damaged before I had anything to do with them.” he joked with an eye roll and ignored his professors unamused look.

“Well, I hope you intend on apologizing to whoever's projects you have broken, they will also be given an extension,” Mr. Durran told the two students and Tony mumbled a “whatever” and started scratching at his wrist. “Well, clean up I guess. Accidents happen and I believe your little stunt did achieve something at least, this room better be impeccable before you leave.” and the teacher went to his desk, grabbed a few papers and left.

“Oh man, you are so lucky we didn't get suspended or anything, otherwise I would have murdered you.” Rhodey turned to Tony and held his hands up mimicking a strangling motion.

“Relax Honeybear, he’s a cool guy and all we did was science.” Tony grinned and went back to checking numbers on a screen. “You need to kick back, don't be so uptight.”

“My uptight-ness is what saves your dumbass a lot so you need it.” Rhodey replied and Tony just called him a “buzzkill” in return.

After that they stayed in the room setting “damaged” projects back on tables and just making things look nice, “They aren't even damaged it just a small magnetic pulse on them it did nothing but knock it off the table” Tony defended to Rhodey. Since the small explosion happened in a chamber nothing was really damaged, it was just a dampened magnetic force. They cleaned some tables and everything looked as if nothing touched it.

It didn't take long to clean everything up and do some small fixes on the machine. Tony doing something stupid is almost an everyday occurrence and this wasn't much of a difference from other times. 

“Well technically, we didn't touch anything.” Tony told Rhodey later when they left the room.

“Tony, one of these days you're gonna pay for all the shit you pull.” laughed as they made their way to their next classes. “If I wasn't there Mr. Durran totally would have given you something I know you wouldn't have enjoyed listening to.”

“I wouldn't have enjoyed it because I would have to listen to it,” Tony shoved Rhodey. “You know listening isn't my style.”

“Can't argue with that, besides, you are like the only person with a sense of style in the school.” Rhodey sarcastically said returning Tony’s shove, but Tony bumped into the wall this time.

“Come on, you can't diss my band shirts and jeans with the occasional long sleeve! It’s a classic look platypus!” Tony defended as they rounded a corner and continued walking to their class.

[obsessedwithereri-nz]

Stone Cold Chapter 3 (FULL)

Levi x Eren

Summary:  Ever since Levi was a pre-teen, he knew he’d have to marry her, otherwise he’d have to answer to his abusive uncle which never turned out well for Levi’s wellbeing. But after meeting a certain singer at his favorite bar, he knew he was in deep, deep shit.

Warnings: None

Follow the #stonecoldfic to find previous chapters. Enjoy!

Reaching into the glove compartment, Levi grabs a small black remote to open the garage door. Where there is normally a pristine silver 2018 Tesla S, there is now only the junk she and Levi meant to donate when they weren’t fucking working.

“Shit.” Levi damns himself for being so stupid. Of course she took the damn car! How else was she supposed to get anywhere in this weather?

He presses the button again to close the door, pulls out his phone, and dials a number. With his right foot frantically tapping away, he tries not to scream into the atmosphere out of sheer desperation and impatience. He needed to be at that damn studio yesterday!

“Hello,” a feminine voice speaks through the phone.

“Thank g- yes, hello! I-”

“Thank you for calling Sina Taxi Service. Due to high demand, our current wait time is approximately thirty toforty minutes. Please hold the line an-”

“Oh, for,” Levi hangs up and throws his phone to the floor of his car, “FUUUCK!”

Feeling completely and utterly defeated, Levi leans back into his driver seat and plunges the palms of his hands into his eye sockets, silently begging them not to let the tears go. He tries to steady his breathing, only to fail.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck !” he repeatedly slams his hands against the steering wheel, and luckily doesn’t set off the airbag inside.

After a moment, Levi steps out of his car and slowly closes the car door, all without taking his eyes off the ground. He begins to solemnly drag himself back towards the house, until something stops him in his tracks. He looks up and smiles.

“No, fuck this.”

He spins around and starts to run.

-----

Driving down the street, Levi makes sure he’s as focused as physically possible on his driving because he’s well over the legal limit and should absolutely not be behind the wheel. Cruising along, he pulls up to a red light.

“Damn,” Levi remarks sarcastically, knowing this particular set of lights take forever to go green because he’s coming out of a quiet side street.

His phone disturbs the peaceful silence with an incoming call. He didn’t even need to check his phone to know who was calling, since it’s been the same person all night. Knowing he’s got some sweet talking to do, he figures he’ll get a head start, despite him wanting to put it off for as long as possible. That, and he knows better; Levi has enough drama in his life, he may as well be in Days Of Our Lives.

He reaches into his jacket pocket only for his fingers to graze a piece of paper, rather than his phone. Levi takes the piece of paper out to find a number written across it, along with the letters ‘EJ’. He stares at it, now more confused than before, before realizing his phone is still ringing.

“Oh, fuck.” He grabs his phone and answers just in time. “Heeeey, Petra.”

‘Really, Levi? That’s how you answer your girlfriend’s phone call?’ he thinks to himself.

“Levi! Are you okay? I’ve been worried about you!” Petra squeals through the phone.

“I’m fine. Look, I’m almost home.” A sigh sounds from the other side.

“Good, because I need to talk to you.” Great, because that’s exactly what Levi needs today, a ‘fun’ conversation with his girlfriend.

“Okay, I’m about fifteen minutes away.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.” With that, she hangs up. Levi goes to put his phone down when he realizes he’s still holding that little scrunched up piece of paper with the number on it. Deciding that’s a problem to be solved later, he puts it back into his suit pocket and continues to drive home as soberly as possible.

What would normally be a fifteen-minute drive turned out to be closer to thirty because Levi was definitely feeling the effects of three glasses of whiskey by this point, and his empty stomach really not helping the situation at hand. Thankfully, he didn’t rouse any suspicion the whole drive back. Probably thanks to the practice he’s had.

He pulls up into the driveway, turns the car off, and reluctantly steps out. Once inside the house, he calls out to Petra while placing his car keys on the designated hook and taking off his shoes by the front door.

“Petra?” Levi calls out again after not hearing a response. He walks down the short hallway in front of him that leads into the kitchen and living room areas, only to find the TV on and a small head covered in strawberry blonde hair just barely visible from the top of the couch.

He sighs when he sees freshly made spaghetti carbonara sitting in a bowl slowly getting cold, making it obvious that Petra had expected him home so they could have dinner together.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Pet.” Levi says, feeling a small hint of guilt after seeing her efforts go to waste over a dinner not shared. He makes his way over to her. “I grabbed a couple drinks after work and those damn fucking traffic lights were not my friends to-”

He stops mid-sentence to see Petra slouched over against the back of the couch, eyes closed, lips slightly apart and taking deep, rhythmic breaths. Yup, she’s asleep, and this isn’t the first time he’s come home to this sight either, and he always feels like an ass everytime he does. But does it stop him from doing it again? Apparently not.

Mondays are the longest and toughest day of the week for Levi and Petra. They start by waking up at 4:30 am to be out the door by 5:30, 6 am at the very latest. They’re both very meticulous with their morning routines so they absolutely need that full hour every morning. After a long commute into the Ral’s Furniture Inc. Headquarters, the couple have a two-hour meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Ral, one hour if they’re lucky, about all things bullshit.

So, suffice to say they’re both exhausted by the end of the day, both physically and mentally, yet somehow she still has enough energy to cook incredible meals. Levi will never understand her, but he’ll also never cease to be amazed by her.

“Petra?” Levi gently nudges her shoulder to wake her but to no prevail.

Levi won’t lie, he is tempted to go straight to the bedroom and have the whole bed to himself for once, but he definitely knows better. He knows if he isn’t the best and perfect partner, in both life and in business, he’ll be answering to only one person.

Levi shivers at the thought and goes to gingerly lift her up off the couch, one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back, while her head rests on his shoulder.

“Mmph.” Petra squirms in Levi’s arms for a moment before nuzzling into the crook of Levi’s neck with a small smile on her face.

Normally, that’d make any person’s heart flutter, seeing their loved one sleepily cuddle into them like that, but not him. Sure, Levi thinks she’s incredibly cute and an amazing human being, but he doesn’t love her that way. Not in the way that she loves him. He truly cares for her and only wants the best for her, and apparently he can give her that. Levi’s still waiting for the day for that to be proven true.

Careful not to wake the sleeping beauty, he makes his way back through the kitchen towards the front door, then up the stairs that leads to their master bedroom. Like he’s done this before, he uses his elbow to turn the bedroom light on then delicately lays her down on top of their illustrious bed.

Levi takes a moment to look at her as if searching for something but comes up empty-handed. He pinches his lips together into a tight line as he looks to the ground, before crossing to the other side of the room and removes his suit jacket, laying it perfectly over the Lazy Boy in the corner. Why Petra insisted on getting that thing is unbeknownst to Levi, it’s fucking hideous.

Checking she’s still sleeping, Levi decides to step out onto their balcony to have a quick smoke before bed, just like he always does. As soon as he grabs his cigarette packet, his mind flashes back to that obnoxious couple and… him.

Putting a cigarette between his lips, but not lighting it yet, he grabs the now very crumpled piece of paper with EJ’s number on it. Levi knows better than to call a random number written on a piece of paper that was shoved into his pocket without his knowledge while his girlfriend was inside sleeping… right?

He contemplates it for longer than he probably should have but decides on smoking instead. He’ll get into a lot less shit for that at the end of the day.

Finishing it off, he flicks the butt over the balcony then quietly goes back inside to find Petra having not moved an inch. He strips down to his boxer briefs and climbs into bed facing the strawberry blonde.

‘Why can’t I love you?’ Levi thinks to himself as he gingerly lifts his hand to brush a few stray hairs out of her face. ‘I’ve tried so hard to feel something for you, but I just can’t. Even when I think I want to kiss you, I end up only having wanted to want to kiss you. What I want more than anything is to be honest with you, but I can’t do that either. God, Petra, I want to tell you what’s going on so badly, you have no idea; but if I do, I’ll ruin everything.’ He gently leans his forehead against Petra’s.

‘And for that-’ he plants a long kiss on her forehead, then pulls back to examine her face, “-I am so sorry.” He speaks those last four words aloud, but just barely.

Like any other night, Levi has a very restless night with his insomnia taunting him. When he fell asleep, Levi’s not sure, but he awoke to the sound of dishes clattering together from downstairs. He opens his eyes, blinking a few times as his eyes adjust to the sunlight pouring in through the curtains, to find an empty bed.

He sits up and stretches his arms all the way up above his head before cracking his neck and back, sighing in satisfaction. When he stands up to put some pants on, he notices the clock on the wall. 7:09 am.

“Shit!” Levi screams as he races to put on a dark grey suit and a white button up that’s almost identical to the one he wore the day before. During the mess that is Levi trying to shove his one hour morning routine into less than 10 minutes, Petra bolts up the stairs and into the room.

“Levi, Levi, baby!” she calls out to him as he races past her with his bed head obviously untouched, shirt completely undone, and pants on, but unzipped. He spins around at the entrance to the ensuite to find a wide-eyed Petra.

“Wh-” Levi notices she’s still wearing her pajamas and cardigan from last night. “What are you doing? Why didn’t you wake me!? We should’ve been out the door half and hour ago!” He continues as he storms into the ensuite and begins to frantically brush his teeth.

“Hey, calm down,” she giggles.

“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny!” His words muffled by the toothbrush and toothpaste now occupying his mouth.

“I’m sorry, it’s not funny. Um- I called my parents and told them we’re coming into the office late today.” Levi spits into the sink.

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because we need to talk, Levi. Away from my parents.” He sighs.

“Look, if this is about what happened at the office yesterday, it-”

“It is, and don’t say ‘it’s nothing’, or ‘it’s fine’. Because it’s not, Levi, you and I both know that.”

Levi has completely stopped in his tracks now. Petra is usually the people pleaser, but when she gets like this, all assertive and confrontational, Levi knows it’s serious.

“They took it way too far yesterday. It was completely uncalled for, not to mention downright rude!”

“Okay, Petra, look,” he says calmly while walking over to Petra and takes her hands in his. “I’m used to it, okay? They’re just trying to prepare me to take over the company one day.”

“And that’s an excuse to call you a ‘bastard’? To say that maybe you would’ve been ‘raised right’ if your mother was still alive, or if your father didn’t abandon you and your mother?” She’s looking Levi dead in the eyes. He knows she’s not going to drop this. He breaks eye contact with her, lets go of her hands and walks to the other side of the room, running one hand through his ebony hair while his other rests on his hip.

Yeah, her parents were god awful people, but they had never said such awful things to him. Normally, they’d only mention how he got into too many fights as a kid and maybe it left him with brain damage, or how maybe they should be entrusting the company to somebody with a high school diploma. Never had they brought up his parents, but it’s not like he could do anything about their spiteful words. They were the CEOs of the damn place after all.

“I’m going to talk to them today.” He stops mid-step and turns to face Petra, but she stands her ground. “And before you say what I know you’re about to say-”

“Yeah, that you’re crazy and that you’re only going to make things worse?”

Levi watches as Petra’s jaw drops slightly.

“Make things worse? How can things possibly get any worse?” Her lower lip begins to quiver. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch the man you love get bullied and walked all over by your parents, your own flesh and blood, for doing absolutely nothing wrong? I’ve had enough! They’re burying you, Levi, I can tell!”

“Hey, hey.” He instantly takes her into his arms and holds her tight. “I’m alright. I’ve had to deal with hearing things like that my entire life.”

“You shouldn’t have had to. It’s not fair!” she exclaims into Levi’s shoulder as she returns the embrace. “They’re CEOs of a successful business, they can’t be going around saying things like that to people, much less you.”

“And I’m sorry you had to hear all that.” He pulls back, grabs her face in his hands and brushes his thumbs along her soft cheeks. “A VIP customer made a complaint on an order I placed and looked after. They had every right to be mad at me.”

Every single word coming out of Levi’s mouth was absolute bullshit, but he knows if he lets her stand up to her parents the way she’s standing up to him, she would actually be making the situation worse.

He’s learned that, whenever the Ral’s start verbally attacking him, all he needs to do is get through the onslaught somehow, and keep what he’s feeling inside until he’s alone when he can get all his feelings out physically, or drown them in alcohol. It’s not easy, but it’s a whole hell of a lot better than the alternative.

“What? How can you say that? They’re treating you like a machine.” She grabs his hands that still cup her face, and looks to the ground.

“Hey,” he says, trying to look her in those shining hazel eyes again. “Look at me,” which she does after taking a deep breath. After a moment, Levi leans in and kisses her- still not feeling a damn thing. “I’m okay, yeah? I love you for wanting to stick up for me, but I’ve got this handled.” He gives a small smile.

Damn, he’s gotten way too good at pretending.

“No, you don’t, Levi.” Petra moves her hands to around the back of his head and begins to run her fingers through where Levi’s hair meets his undercut, while Levi moves his hands down to rest on her hips. “Why can’t you let me help you?”

“Because that’s my job."

“You really are a stubborn asshole, you know that?” she says while smiling.

“So I’ve heard.” They share another gentle kiss before Petra breaks away.

“Right. I guess I’ll call my parents again and tell them we’ll be at the office in just over an hour then?”

Levi hums in response. As she grabs her phone out of her pocket, he turns to look in the mirror and grunts in disgust when he sees his still very rugged appearance, and begins to straighten himself out.

“Hey, Mom. Oh, yeah, everything’s fine.” Levi sees Petra turn to face him in the reflection of the mirror. When they make eye contact, he furrows his brows in confusion at the conflicted look on her face. “Well, actually, everything’s not fine.”

Levi spins around and looks at Petra with wide eyes and mouths ‘What are you doing?’ at her, but she continues.

“It’s Levi.”

He prepares to full on rugby tackle her if that’s what it takes to get her to stop talking.

“He woke up with the worst stomach bug. Yeah, fine one minute and now he can’t even get off of the bathroom floor.” She smiles towards him and winks, yet he stands there completely dumbfounded at what she’s saying. “No, I’m still coming in. I want to stay and look after him, but you know what he’s like, stubborn as always. Yeah, okay. I’ll see you soon. Love you, too. Bye.”

“What the hell, Petra?” Levi asks as soon as her thumb hits the hang-up button.

“I did that for you, okay? You deserve to have a day off all to yourself, especially after yesterday.”

“Bu-”

“Nope, no buts. Take advantage of this, alright?” She steps closer to Levi as she speaks. “And no work.” She pecks him on the lips, then walks into the walk-in wardrobe to get ready for work.

Levi’s left standing in the middle of their bedroom, speechless; annoyed yet thankful at Petra’s actions. He has a fuck ton of work to do, but could really use a day to himself. He heads downstairs and into the kitchen to make some coffee for both himself and Petra, not that he needed it since his fucking heart attack woke him up pretty good.

Not twenty minutes later, Petra pokes her head around the door frame into the kitchen and says goodbye. Levi gives her her coffee, kisses her goodbye and watches her leave him to think about what the fuck he’s going to do for the next nine hours.

He never has this dilemma; he’s always either working at the office, working from home, or drinking at the bar.

A memory springs to mind from the previous night. The number. EJ. His legs begin to carry him back upstairs before he’s even really made up his mind to whether he should call the number or not.

He finds his suit jacket, still draping over that stupid Lazy Boy, and digs into the right pocket. Levi hesitates for a moment as his fingers barely graze the paper.

His mind starts racing, ‘what ifs’ plaguing his mind. What if EJ is that singer? What if he asks to meet up? What if Petra finds out? What if he finds out…

That last thought instantly makes him crumple the paper in his fist, then throw it across the room, but the ‘what ifs’ don't stop there.

What if he just enjoyed talking to you? What if he wants to get to know you better? What if he liked the person he saw and wants to be his friend?

That word… friend… Levi doesn’t have many of those, nor has he ever had many of those, and damn would it be nice to have at least one he could be real with. However, he knows if he's ‘real’ with anyone, he’d be putting them in danger.

But just the thought of it pushes Levi over the edge and, before he knows it, he’s got the paper back in his hands, and his phone up to his ear.

“Hey there, stranger.”