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Pick Up Your Fucking Book - Austin Carlile

can you please write one where y/n needs tuition in math or so? and austin is pretty good in math and she’s going to be angry because she don’t get it. then they yell at eachother and he press her against the wall and they’ll have rough sex? (sorry for my bad english)

Your English was fine, don’t worry! - British so I say maths not math - what a nice detailed AC story if I say so myself 😌 smut warning - words - written by Emma.

“This is just dumb!” You exclaim, swiping your arm across your desk, sending your book and pencils onto the floor.

“Y/N,” Austin sighs. “Pick it up, again.”

You pout. “No.”

“Y/N, just do it, please.” He puts his head in his hands.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Y/N.” His tone has this slight tinge to it, implying he’s getting wound up.

“I don’t want to.” You can tell he’s getting annoyed, making you grin inside.

“And why not?” He asks, purely disinterested.

“Because maths is dumb.” You humph.

Austin is in the year above you, he’s been allocated to be your tutor because he’s extremely smart and good at maths. You on the other hand…

“Maths is not dumb, Y/N. Just pick up your book, again, and we can continue.” Rolling his eyes, he leans back in his chair that’s next to yours.

“I don’t want to continue.” You mutter.

“Well we are going to, alright? Now get your book from the floor!” His voice raises as he looks at you with a pissed off expression.

“Mhm, no.” You answer, sarcastically.

“Get your book, off of the floor, now.” His voice almost becomes a growl.

“And if I don’t?” You tease, but he doesn’t find it exactly funny.

“Then I will make you.” He slouches onto your desk, seemingly counting to ten in his head.

“Go for it.” You lick over your lips and pull a sarcastic smirk.

“Y/N, for Christ sake! Pick up your fucking book!” He shouts at you.

You’re stunned for a few seconds. “No!” You find myself yell back.

“You’ve got to be most difficult fucking child ever!” He slams his fists down on your desk, before launching himself up, putting his hands behind his head.

“I am not a child.” You frown, standing up and knocking your chair slightly.

He flips around. “Yes, you are!”

“I am not!” If it was up to you, shouting like this was the thing making you both kids.

“You're acting like a moody child because you can’t do some simple fucking mathematics!” His arms jolt outwards, his films facing the ceiling, looking at you like you're being stupid.

Instead of getting upset, you just get angrier. “Maybe if I had a decent tutor rather than a dickhead I would get better!” You spit at him.

“I'm not a dickhead. I'm just smarter than you, and you're jealous.” He gives you a brief smile, full of sarcasm.

“Oh, piss off, Austin.” You mumble.

“See, I’m right.” His arrogance shows as he shrugs and that same smile on his face.

“Shut, up!” Stroppily, you kick your chair.

“And if I don’t?” He mimics you, making your blood boil.

“Then I'll smack your face into tomorrow.” You hiss.

“Go for it.“ You’re pretty sure he didn’t know that you was going to throw yourself full pelt at him, but you do.

You make yourself in line with him before you go at him with your clawing hands. “I, hate, you!” You mumble, in short breaths, trying to scratch his face.

He frowns and leans back with his face, slapping you lightly to get you off. “Quit it!” He says repeatedly, sounding frustrated.

Considering you’re too short to get at his face, you grab near enough the collar of his shirt and pull him down towards you.

Attempting to brush you off, he pushes his hands at your stomach. You pull harder at his shirt and you accidentally cause some buttons on his shirt to fly off.

But you don’t stop, you press him with greater force, so hard that you send the both of you back into your wardrobe, which erupts a small grumble as it bangs against the wall.

With ease, Austin turns the tables. With one hand, he grips both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. With his other, it’s slightly enclosed around your neck. He slams you against the wall forcefully. His mouth is by your ear. “I said, quit it.”

Unintentionally, you let out a small moan. You can see his chest heaving, even more because you had undone the top half of his shirt. You can see the veins pulsating in his arms, his biceps making the sleeves suddenly tight on him.

He lets out a long sigh, you feel the long, warm breath on your neck. He levels his head with yours and you meet this unfamiliar look on his face.

Something in the moment pulls you two together, and you spontaneously begin to kiss.

Your arms are still pinned above your head. You try to pull them away so you can tug at Austin’s clothing that you want to rip off of his heaving body. However, Austin uses his strength to keep you restrained, making you impatient.

You begin you move your legs to try and get closer to him, to push your bodies together, but you fail. “Pft.” You groan annoyed.

“Don’t like not being able to do what you want?” Austin asks you, chuckling against your lips before kissing you again. His hand runs up your bare leg and under your skirt.

Heavily, you exhale onto his lips, sighing again when he pulls away from you. “How about you give me what I want and it won’t be a problem?”

“What do you want then, huh?” He asks, running his fingers back and forth over your underwear.

You batter your eyelashes at him. “Do you really need to ask?”

He chuckles, running his hands through the lace until you can feel yourself getting wet, you breathe shakily.

Humming, Austin trails his fingers back and forth around your bare skin, hovering over your underwear here and there. The material only leaves a thin layer between you both, so thin that you can imagine how his fingers would feel inside of you. The thought of it makes you tense your legs, god, you want him inside of you. You muse a quiet moan, tiptoeing over his fingertips trying to edge him that bit closer inside.

He chuckles at you, hooking two fingers into your underwear beginning to draw them down your legs. Once they get to your knees, he lets them drop straight to your ankles where you step out of them.

Austin starts to run his hand on your inner thigh, moving painfully slowly to your core. Once he touches you, you sigh, slapping your hands above your head against your wardrobe. He interests a finger inside of you. “Is this gonna shut you up, huh?” He asks quietly into your ear.

He pushes the one finger deeper, making you squeeze your thighs together and moan.

“Aw.” He sighs in a degrading way. “What about this, then?” All too easily, he slides a second finger into you, starting to pump them into you in sync.

You open your mouth, throwing your head back and looking to your hands that are still being held hostage over you. Widening your stance, you allow him to slide in deeper. Oh my god.

“I bet you really fucking like that, don’t you?” Austin asks, leaning in closer to you and breathing over your neck. He starts to lay kisses that quickly turn open mouthed pinches, letting his tongue run over you.

You can’t answer him, your mind revolving around the pulsing of his fingers moving in, out, in, out. Your knees buckle as you attempt to lower yourself, getting at any possible way to push him deeper inside of you.

“No?” Austin murmurs to the lack of your response, yanking his hand out of you and grabbing your thigh. He wedges his leg underneath you, leaving your leg hooked over his hip in a permanent stance. “You want three fingers?” He asks as he slides his hand back between your legs, putting two fingers back inside.

Smirking, he pushes a third one in, where you release an audible moan and tense at how good it feels. He pushes them back and forth, making you so wet that you both can hear him side of you. Your breathing fastens with his pace, feeling yourself flow into a light sweat.

“God, you are a dirty girl.” He looks at you, amused, your faces close together.

You move forward as much as your restricted position lets you, kissing him forcefully, biting down on his lip as he pushes you off of him. “How about you fuck me then, huh?” You ask, tilting your head antagonistically.

He digs his thumb into the vein on your wrist, making you squirm under his grip. “Is that what you want?”

Using all of your strength, you rattle your hands in his enclosed fist, smacking them back into the wardrobe. “Try me.”

Grinning, Austin gives you one last deep pump before emptying you. He unbuckles his trousers with a confident smirk, still resting one arm against yours keeping you held against the noisy wardrobe. His trousers fall, leaving you staring at the big bulge in his boxers. You squeeze your thighs in anticipation.

Austin rubs himself, looking at you before pulling himself out of his boxers. He presses his chest to yours, his hand pumping his length against your thigh. You can feel yourself pulsating, anticipating him moving inside of you.

Without a warning, he pushes himself inside of you, making you both simultaneously moan. Begins to thrust into you, going harder and deeper every time. You have to gasp for breath with each point. Increasingly, the speed makes it one thousand times better. You both begin to get sweaty, but it doesn’t stop him.

“Let me go, please.” You breathe, your arms aching above your head.

God, you want to touch him. You want your arms around his neck, you want your nails running lines down his back.

“How’s that any fun for me, huh?” He asks against your lips. “I like watching you struggle.” He smiles before kissing you.

Groaning in annoyance you pull at your wrists, stuck in restraint. Of course, he still wants to annoy you even when fucking.

You start to moan involuntarily, the feeling of him inside of you is driving you insane. He thrusts deeply and vigorously, smacking your back into you wardrobe, which leaves echoing rattles throughout your bedroom.

It seems to be a turn on, as Austin thumps his free fist against it to make it do it again, and again. He scoops up my body and throws me back into the wardrobe, making a thump.

“You like that, do you?” You ask with a flirtatious giggle. You can’t explain how much you want to grab him and run your fingers through his hair, and again you find yourself whining at your restricted wrists.

He ignores your comment with a smile. “How about you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Start doing what you do best and start making some noise, yes?”

Roughly, he thrusts into you, making you help. “Just like that.” He confirms, before doing it a second time, then over and over.

You find yourself whimpering, your body shunting with his powerful pounds. Your high pitched moans come fragmented as you squeak that little bit higher each time.

“Louder.” He says, doing that thing again where he throws you hard against the wardrobe.

It’s not even like you had a choice. As Austin starts to thrust, he’s gone so deep that you can feel him tapping your g-spot. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling the friction of your bodies and moan in synchronisation with him. He fastens his pace, seeing the change in your body language, his hand still enclosed around your neck.

Beginning to stutter, you fight for air in your body. God, it feels so good. “Austin,” you moan his name in pleasure.

“Hey, Y/N?” He says in an antagonistic tone.

You breathe heavily, struggling to look at him. “What?”

He kicks something from the floor over at you. “There’s your book. How about you bend over and pick it up for me, huh?”

Looking down over your shoulder, you see your orange exercise book on the floor. Your eyes switch to Austin’s and then flick up at your hands being held above you. He slowly releases you and you rub your sore wrists as you squint at him questionably.

Turning your back to him, you steadily start to bend over, dragging out the anticipation as much as possible. You press one palm to your wardrobe, helping you clumsily not fall over. You feel his eyes on you.

Austin takes your free wrist and twists it around your back. “You didn’t think I would actually let you go, would you?” He asks, before unexpectedly shoving his length back inside of you.

“Shit.” You curse and the new found depth of his thrusts. “Fuck.”

“C’mon,” he purrs at you, tightening his grip on your arm. “Make some fucking noise.”

Trailing your sweating hand against your wardrobe, the familiar rattle of wood hitting the wall erupts. You release quick moans with every thrust, feeling a build up in your stomach that you try to desperately ignore. You don’t want this to end.

With his other hand, Austin pushes you down further, making you scream as he continues to thrust violently into you.

“Austin, fuck!” You moan, your whole body shaking in time with his. “Shit!”

He takes it as his green light, thrusting so rapidly that you could topple over if he wasn’t holding your waist. He uses that hand for his convenience, throwing your hips into his body with the timely pumps of his own body.

You squeal, you groan, you claw at the fucking wardrobe. It feels so good, too good. Your loud echoes of pleasure make him harden inside of you, if that was possible, and pinch your skin.

“I’m gonna come.” Austin murmurs. “Are you going to be a dirty girl and scream whilst I come?” He asks, although you can’t answer.

His dick touches your g-spot and you quiver. He’s so deep inside of you that you miss him as soon as he leaves, if only for a millisecond, and crave his length being in you.

“Come on, Austin.” You beg in a whimper, your wet bodies clashing together clumsily.

Your core is so wet that you can feel it around your upper thighs. Austin’s soaking dick spreads it all over you, occasionally sliding all the way to the front and tapping your clit. He releases your hand that you immediately slam into your wardrobe, supporting yourself, bending deeper to show yourself fully to him.

“Fuck.” You hear Austin groan, taking an ass cheek in his hand and spreading them.

He pumps inside of you some more, gripping tightly at you and exposing your holes to him. It seems to drive him wild as he starts to groan as loudly as you.

“I’m gonna come.” He exhales, pinching you tighter and throwing you back into him.

Your moans relay throughout the room, screaming in pleasure as he pushes himself deep inside.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” Austin yells, just as you feel a hot liquid shooting up inside of you. “Fuck, Y/N.” He continues to ride it out, his pumps becoming slow and long.

Pulling himself out of you, he leaves you gasping for air with a layer of sweat pooling over your forehead. You can feel his come inside of you, the excess trickling around your hole and dripping down your thigh.

“Now, pick up your fucking book, will you?” Austin chuckles, looking over you with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

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Pour La Vie - Matt Nicholls & Oli Sykes

Could you a Matt Nichols one? Where all the bmth guys are sorta bad asses and he constantly hits on you but you think he's just an ass then you end up in detention with him and in detention you are paired to clean the library and stuff. Then he admits he actually likes her and she likes him and fluff??

I do love a Matt N. imagine! I hope I didn’t veer too far away from the request. 3,708 words, written by Emma.

Poem credit: writer | link

“Meeting her he turned around, afraid she would see,” my teacher, Miss O’Dell, sighed. “But they clasped hands regardless, and agreed, ‘pour la vie’.”

You recite the last line of the poem in your mind, smiling at the simplicity yet depth of the words.

“An amazing poem, recommended by one of our finest students, Y/N.” Miss O’Dell looks at you with a glowing expression, causing your face to redden.

You love poetry, English Literature is one of your favourite classes in school, and Miss O’Dell always loves the recommendations you give her in class. Here you feel like your adoration for the combination of words is appreciated, and you could actually do something in school you enjoy.

“Sounds a bit gay if you ask me.” A voice interrupts your monologue, so you frown and look over your shoulder.

Of course, it had to come from Oliver. Or Oli as his ‘mates’ call him. Someone who couldn’t be any more different from you.

“Gay?” You repeat, looking at him questionably as if that was even a usable insult anymore.

Oli looks at you, catching on to your implication. “Alright, Stupid.” He corrects himself, emphasising the ‘u’.

“What, because you’re analphabetic and don’t understand French?” You say, laughing harmlessly. It makes more people turn their heads at you, doing that dramatic ‘ooo’ that all kids do. “Wait, doesn’t that make you stupid?” You mock his voice, elaborating an unsophisticated tone.

Oli, amongst others in the class, laugh at your innocuous comment. Particularly one of his friend’s, Matt, looks at you with a satisfied smirk and grins wider once you lock eye contact. Blushing, you face back to your paper, trying to ignore the race of butterflies it gives you.

“Y/N.” Miss O’Dell hushes you, trying to make sure you don’t land myself in trouble.

Oli waves his hands at her. “No, Miss.” He shouts, looking at you. “Let her go on.”

You feel the faces of everyone in the class looking at you, making you shuffle in your seat. “I don’t have anything else to say.” You reply, looking over him and his group of friends. “Your illiteracy speaks for itself.”

“What she’s trying to say mate,” Matt speaks up, resting on his elbow on his desk. “Is that you’re a putain d'idiot. ”

You ignore the heat in your cheeks and face Matt again, who’s eyes are gleaming with a boyish grin at his comment, looking back at you encouragingly. God, his boyish smirk is enough to make you giggle like a little school girl.

So what that his callow personality, bright eyes and juvenile toothy smile gives you the inability to function like a normal human being? It’s just a crush, a tiny crush that you can totally ignore.

“Oui.” You reply, smiling back at him.

Miss O’Dell folds her arms, tapping her foot on the floor. You know, like all impatient teachers do. “This is not French, Y/N.” She looks at you disapprovingly.

Hunching back in your chair, you pout knowing that more is expected of you than the group of boys.

The ‘group’ compromises of Matt, Oli, Jordan, Lee and another Matt, and their sole purpose in school is to make everybody else laugh, apparently. Day to day they get in trouble, causing scenes wherever they can to kick up a fuss. Some days, it’s as simple as throwing a rubber at one another’s head, others, it’s vandalising lockers with spray paint. Who knows what they’re going to do next?

“Alright, alright.” Oli shows his palms in surrender. “Sorry Miss O’Dell-oeo-ole-yodelayheehoo!” He hoots at the top of his lungs, causing everybody to laugh again in cascades. He slams his desk hard with his laughter, making a show for himself.

Your mouth twitches, that’s all. It wasn’t that funny. You mask your smile with staring down at your book, looking up just in time to catch a glimpse of Matt staring at you again. He grins, shaking his head. You sigh, facing another direction as quickly as you can. He doesn’t seem that bad, even if he is one of those guys.

Once the lesson continues, you find yourself daydreaming about words again. Other students airily look out the window, some people are making paper aeroplanes – I bet you can guess who – others just stare blankly at the whiteboard before them. You wonder what it would be like to be able to publish your own work, you own words that you’ve constructed together to make a poem. Imagine having people out there with a piece of your poetry in their hands. It’s mad. What would it be like to actually be a renowned poet?

Disrupting your thoughts is a piece of paper hitting your face, stabbing at your eye. You spit out a “pft” and throw your hand around, waving at what you’ve realised is a paper aeroplane.

Your attention is turned to Matt, who was obviously at the opposing end of the throw. Pointing at the plane, he mouths something at you.

“You want it?” You murmur confusedly, picking it up frowning at him.

He mimics opening the plane and reading what’s on the inside.

You do as he acts, looking puzzled as you upturn the corners on the plane. You can see something written out so you tilt your head, trying to read the scruffy handwriting:

‘Hey :)’

You look over your shoulder at Matt, who smiles back at you and holds his hand up as a wave. “Heya.” He says, his boyish charm radiating from him.

“You couldn’t have just said that?” You ask in a loud whisper, trying to push aside your own stupid grin. “But…” You pout your lips before letting the smile out. “Hi.”

Timely, Oli, who is sitting to his left, watches you fold the paper back into a plane before he stands up in his seat, launching his own at Miss O’Dell.

She spins frustratedly, turning directly to Oli and his friends. “Oliver,” she scorns, pointing her hand at him.

“It wasn’t me, Miss O’Dell.” He shrugs at her, pulling the same puppy dog eyes and surrendering motion. “It was Y/N.” He adds, pointing at you with a blatantly fake forlorn expression.

You squint your eyes at him, enclosing your fist around the paper plane in you hands. Of course he wasn’t trying to talk to me, you think, they just want me to get in trouble for their stupid prank.

“Y/N?” Miss O’Dell looks at you with shock, seeing the paper that’s just fell from your hands.

“It wasn’t me, Miss O’Dell.” You say, only half-heartedly, too busy shooting daggers from your eyes at Matt and Oliver, only to be ignored.

“I am very disappointed,” She says, sounding it. “You know that this means that you will need to go to detention tonight, right?” She takes the paper from you, folding it in her hands before throwing it into the bin.

You scoff, still staring at Matt who’s guiltily looking at you. “I, I didn’t even do it, it was him, Miss.”

“Don’t argue or it will have to be two evenings.” Is all she replies, her back turned to you.

Knowing better than to try and bargain yourself out of a detention after a set up, you sit back into your chair with a scowl. Of course, Matt doesn’t have the decency you thought he did.

After school

Slumping your bag onto the floor, you collapse into a chair in the detention room. You ignore the faces of other students who also reluctantly cooped up in the room, sharing your frustrated look.

The PE teacher, Mr Davis, is who runs the detention runs after school. Apparently you’re made to do daft chores around the school to save the cleaner some time, not that you knew. You’d never been in detention.

Soon enough, Oli and Matt enter the room, obviously in here for something else stupid they did today. Although it may appear petty, you frown at them, still irritated at the way they set you up.

Deliberately, Matt takes the chair next to you, Oli by his site. “Hi.” He says, grinning.

As if he would expect you to reply to him after their immature stunt, he frowns as you ignore him and look away.

“What, you’re not gonna talk to me?” He asks, as if he is confused. “I insulted Oli in French for you.”

You furrow your brows. “You got me in detention for him.” You point at Oli, who’s deliriously rocking on his chair not paying attention. “Secousse.” You add, jerk.

“Huh?” Oli asks, realising both of your eyes are on him.

You pull a face as Matt turns back at you.

“I did not.” He says.

“Uh,” You cock your eyebrow. “Yeah, you did.”

“Non.” He contradicts.

You pout. “Oui.”

“Pft,” He looks like he’s about to say something else in your basic French battle, but Mr Davis smacks the desk as he stands up to grab everyone’s attention. It works.

“Alrighty everyone.” His voice bellows throughout the room as he grabs a chair to rest a leg on. “Detention time, yippe.” He steps up, showing his big calves and hairy legs. You wince.

“Spence, Marie.” He reads two names from the list in his hands. “You can head into the Maths supply closet and total up... supplies." He directs. “Charlotte, you can go into the changing rooms and pick up leftover clothes... and stuff. And head over to lost property. Oli, Charlie, Ben - you can go drag PE equipment from the astro turf back indoors.”

Oliver sighs, standing up from his seat, looking across the room to the other people he’s been paired to go off with.

“Y/N,” Mr Davis says, pricking your attention. “You and... Matt and go into the library, sort out some books and stuff.”

Matt punches your shoulder playfully. “Yay.”

“Merveilleux.” You look at him, shaking your head. Marvellous.

“Hi, Mrs Locke.” You say, entering the library, Matt by your side.

Her old face softens as she looks at you. “Y/N. After school work or are you here for another book? We got some new poetry-”

“I have detention.” You interject reluctantly, watching her face fall.

“Oh.”

“Mr Davis told us to come to the library and help you with any cleaning up that needs to be done.” You say, feeling awkward. You never got in trouble, this is so embarrassing.

“I see.” She nods her head, looking around her desk, presumably thinking for something for us to do.

“How about we pop the returned books back to their proper places?” Matt offers, gesturing at the ‘returns’ box that stands within the desk.

Mrs Locke nods quickly. “Of course, Matt.” She says, pointing at him. “You always are so helpful.”

You look at him puzzled, how does she know his name? It’s not like he has ever put his face in a book.

“Don’t look at me like that, I can read.” He says, as if he knows what you’re thinking. “Yes, I go to the library after school, big surprise.”

“Probably only because of the detention you get, right?” You answer, half sarcastically. Well, you didn’t actually know, did you?

“Ha ha.” He laughs sarcastically.

Well, did he?

Mrs Locke pulls out a box of returned books, placing them on the counter top. “They’re all yours.” She says.

Lifting the box with both hands, Matt takes it to a table on the brink of the library desks, that almost ventures into the shelves of books. You follow quietly.

“How about,” he plops himself down into a seat. “We organise them all first, group them into where they’re supposed to go, and then put them back together?”

You nod, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “Sure.”

Together, you begin to sort through the box full of books of all shapes and sizes. You catergorise them according to what letter they are ‘marked’, which tells you on what shelving unit it belongs.

The library was also one of your favourite things about school. If Matt wasn’t lying, how come you’d never seen him in there? Or was it just a flimsy comment he made just to put your judgemental thoughts to rest?

As you process your thoughts, you mindlessly go to take a book from the pile, but mistakenly touch Matt’s hand instead.

Flinching, you pull a face. “Sorry.” You mutter embarrassed.

“You don’t need to be.” He replies, looking at you. He reaches out with his own, deliberately brushing your palm with his fingers.

You frown, moving your arm back towards your body. That was weird.

“Where you so scared of me?” He asks, laughing and paying his attention back to the array of books around us.

You scoff. “I’m not scared.” You’re not.

“Then why are you y’know, all weird with stuff like that. Or when I try to chat to you and stuff?” He asks, eyes following his own hands that flick through pages.

You sigh, not being able to think of a reasonable answer. “Maybe I’m just weird, then.”

“No you’re not.” He replies contrarily. “You’re smart, intelligent, pretty.” He nods at you. “You just don’t seem to wanna talk to me.”

Shrugging, you feel your face reddening. “Thank you, I guess,” you stutter. “I don’t know, you just don’t seem like somebody I would get along with, or, be friends with.” You add.

You’re not popular, you’re not cool and you’re not funny. You don’t fit in with people like Matt and his friends.

“What, cause I’m not as smart as you or somethin’?” Matt says to you, opening and snapping books shut, acting emotionally removed from the conversation.

You dismiss his underlying dig with a laugh. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then why don’t you wanna, like, hang out or stuff?” He continues to press the topic, making you wonder.

Why did he care that you didn’t join in with his daft pranks, or catapult pencils across the room with him? Is he really that bothered that you always shrug of their conversation with a faint smile and look away?

“I... didn’t think you would want to, I didn’t know you thought about it like that.” You answer honestly.

“I don’t. I mean, I do, kinda.” He murmurs, still not looking at you. “I just know there’s a lot more to you than the quiet girl who smiles at me but never says anything.” He chuckles softly, moving his eyes to yours so that you’re looking at each other. “I’m not pretentious, you know. I don’t think you’re dumb.” You say, wondering whether you really give off that vibe that implies you think you’re above everyone.

“Good.” He smiles. “‘Cause actually, I’m the second best student in English Lit..“ Nudging you, he shakes off his grin.

“Oh, really?” You play along. “Must suck coming in second.”

“Nah.” He chuckles back at you. “She’s great. And she’s pretty cute, too.”

Blushing, you move some hair behind your ear. “You seem to be using the word cute a lot.” You reply quietly.

“Maybe I find you cute, then.” He pouts at you, moving the now-empty box from the table to the floor. He gathers a pile of books with the label, ‘A’, standing up and looking to the corner of book cabinets.

You follow his lead, picking up the ones he’s missed. “What, cause I’m a nerd, or something?” You mimic his tone from earlier in the conversation.

“I don’t think you’re a nerd,” he begins, walking off into the shelves. “I think you’re smart.” He places the books on the floor. “You’re like, super intelligent and it’s… uh, attractive in a way I guess.”

“Well, thank you.” You smile, feeling the heat seething from your face. “That’s the first time somebody’s complimented me about that.”

Crouching down on the floor, you sit cross-legged, rifling your way through the pile of books in front of your both.

He copies you, tilting his head as he chooses a book and placing it back where it belongs. “And I think you’re like, really pretty, y’know?”

“I don’t,” you scoff, feeling flustered. “But thanks.”

You try to act like it doesn’t shock you that this was happening to you, that you were sitting here being called pretty by somebody like Matt, who frankly is your definition of perfection. He has a daft, contagious smirk on his face and the most annoyingly pretty eyes, it was unfair. You always thought of him as a good looking guy, but sitting so close to him has given you a chance to see him even closer. And maybe that hasn’t helped your mini-crush.

“Are you kidding?” He asks, looking up at you. “I could stare at you, uh, all day. If that wasn’t creepy.” He laughs.

You smile, feeling more reassured that he actually could be a nice guy and isn’t just one of those stereotypical jerks in school. “But instead of staring, you throw paper aeroplanes at me to get me in trouble.” You retort, raising your eyebrow at him.

He chuckles. “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble, you know. That was Oli all on his own, I didn’t contribute to his plan… I just accidentally helped it happen.”

You pout your lips and squint your eyes at him, not reassured. “Fine.”

“Why d’you keep looking at me like that, huh?” Playfully, he nudges your shoulder, causing you to collapse in your own legs.

“Hey,” You shove back in retaliation, pushing into his shoulder so that he falls to his back.

He bounces back up just as quickly. “What, what? Am I getting on your nerves? Huh?” He teases, prodding your shoulders in an innocent way, making your body shuffle about.

“You know what? Yeah.” You joke trying to slap him away from you. It doesn’t work, so you resort to crawling backwards on the floor away from him, laughing. You press your back against the shelves.

He comes after you, leaning over onto his hands but awkwardly slipping on a book cover and causing his own demise. He slips to the carpet, making you both burst out in laughter.

Huffing, he scrambles over the books and closes the gap between you both, sitting right in front of you resting on his left hand. “You think that’s funny, huh?” He asks, looking over your face with a smile.

You realise the closeness of his face to yours and manage to distract yourself with his lips. “Yep.” You murmur, shaking away your giggles.

The quieter you both are, the more you can feel your heart beating in your chest. God, if you were just that little bit closer…

“Hm,” He scoffs, lifting his hand to your neck and touching it.

You blush under his fingers, your cheeks burning.

“This is gonna sound weird, y’know,” he sighs, continuing to draw circles on your skin that you’re trying so hard not to shiver away from in shyness.

“What is?” You ask, letting your eyes fall over him, ensuring you don’t let your breathing hitch.

“I’ve actually had a thing for you, for like, ages.” Dropping your neck, he brings a fist to his mouth, smirking into his hand. “Do you know how long it’s taken for me to get your ass into detention to force you to spend time with me?”

You whistle in annoyance, taking away the awkward, quiet setting away from the scene. “You did do it on purpose.” You push him away from you.

Matt laughs at your expression. “Of course I did.”

“Matt!” You say in disbelief, thinking of the way he tried to scheme past it not even five minutes ago. “What was this then huh? An evil stratagem to try and get us to k-ki,” you stutter, knowing you almost just kissed him. “Liar, evil.” You say.

“Worked, didn’t it?” He replies, boasting that idiotic smile. “Here we are.”

“Here we are…” You nod your head, looking at him questionably.

“You like, didn’t say anything about the fact that I’ve been scheming my way for this, for like, ever.” Matt says back to you. Outstretching his hand to you once more, this time he places it on the top of your arm.

Wearily, you look at his hand on you. “How do I know that that isn’t a part of the plan?”

“The whole point of the plan, Y/N,” he pauses, running his fingers over your collar bone. “Was to finally tell you that I liked you, and have for a stupid amount of time without doing anything about it.”

You tilt your head and look at his face. “Well then, do something about it.” You say, trying to fight the fact that your heart could leave your body in any given moment.

Rubbing his thumb on your neck, Matt slowly pulls your face closer to his. There’s a pause of anticipation as you stare at one another’s mouths, just before he leans forwards and presses his to yours. It starts softly, where he grips at your upper lip slowly. But as the two of you exhale, you move your hand to his cup his chin and eagerly bring his face closer. You begin to kiss and his other hand holds your waist, moving you with him.

Did you ever expect to be making out with Matt Nicholls in a library next to a pile of books? Hell no.

You move his head in motion with yours and your other hand pull at the collar of his shirt. You couldn’t imagine that this would feel so good. You can’t even believe this is happening. He presses his body up against yours and you can feel the shelving unit dig into your back, but you don’t care.

You breathe heavily into his mouth, taken aback by how amazing it feels, and let him run his hands through your hair, where he pulls you closer towards him. You could moan as it feels that good.

Steadily, he tilts his head back, departing from your lips. The lights shine in his eyes as he looks at you with a grin. “Comme ca?” He murmurs quietly to you, so close that you can feel his breath on your lips. Like that?

You giggle. “Oui.”

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Darkness and Hysteria - Part One - Austin Carlile ft. OM&M

This is written (as stated further in the above request) in Austin’s P.O.V. - considering making this a two/three parter... thoughts? - 1,531 words - written by Emma.

Austin’s P.O.V.

“This weather is bloody terrible.” You grunt.

This storm has been going on since last night. It’s now 7pm, usually at times like this in the summer it would still be light out. But the sky is covered in dark clouds which just leaves the sky a dull grey. You sigh.

“Only because you live for sun and beaches.” Y/N, your girlfriend, remarks, smiling as she peeps up from her book.

“How can you even read in, in…” You gesture to the window. “This.” You spit the word like it’s venom. Although your words are twined in sarcasm, you do hate shitty weather.

Y/N shrugs as she takes a look out of the window. “I just like reading.” She reopens her book again and her eyes drift.

Her Y/E/C focus on the pages and you watch them follow the lines. She looks up for a split moment and her irises glimmer as she looks at you and you both share a smile. As a grin lances on her crepe pink lips, you lick over your own. She’s so beautiful, even with her hair messily - yet neatly - tied back. You don’t know how you could get so lucky.

However, the heavy pattering on the bus windows is enough to make you groan again. Your eyes don’t stay focused on Y/N’s face as they settle outside once more where you watch rain endlessly smack against the roads.

“You never stop groaning, do you?” Tino says to you from the opposite seat of Y/N.

Deliberately, you let the moan intensify over a stretched period of time and echo loudly.

“Stop groaning, you grinch.” Jenn answers your annoying ring.

“It’s not even Christmas.” You reply, pulling a mimicking face.

“Either way, nobody likes you because you’re being miserable and irritating.” Tino answers for her, chuckling.

“Ha, ha. So funny.” You roll your eyes and your glance settles at Aaron and Amanda, who are both out cold on the sofa behind Tino and Jen, head against head. “How can they be asleep? It’s like the titanic out there!”

“Stop being so melodramatic, you big baby.” Jen says to you. “It is not the titanic.”

Pointing to the water that’s streaming down the roads, you answer, “You never know, I could drown out there.”

“I wish. Then we could get some peace and quiet.” Phil says loudly from the seats behind Y/N, where he and Anouk are.

“Rude.” You murmur, quieting down, you think of sitting beside Y/N, whose nose is still wedged in her book.

“Stop being such a whiny ass.” Alan calls out as he wanders through from the bunk area, joining the bash-on-Austin parade. Strolling up to you, he sits in the chair that faces Y/N.

“I am not being a whiny ass.” You mumble, before receiving unappreciative looks from everyone – you are being a whiny ass. “Fine, I’ll go bug Terry instead.” Terry is your bus driver.

“You go do that, baby.” Y/N gives you the thumbs up, eyes not leaving her book.

You mimic her in a girly voice. “You go do that, baby.” She looks at you then cocks an eyebrow, you pout at her.

Scrunching her nose, she pouts back before holding her book up to her face again.

"Well, doesn't seem like you've got a better view than us in the other part of the bus." You say, approaching Terry.

He shakes his head. "Definitely not."

"Can't even look straight out there." You say, looking through the windscreen.

Every second the wipers are going back and forth, but a shit tonne of rain just comes hammering back. It's like a river steaming down the windscreen. You're surprised Terry can even see.

"Surely, this isn't safe." You say, gesturing to the window.

It's so dark and cloudy out there you can barely see the road. The fog and mist seem to combine to cloud the roads, making it extremely difficult to even see headlights from other vehicles. You can just about see ten feet in front of the bus.

"It isn't." Terry answers, jaw clenched. "All this heavy wind and gushes of rain smashing down... I don't trust it, it gives me a bad feeling."

As soon as those words leave Terry's mouth, you feel a little uneasy.

"Then, then why are we driving in it?" You ask, that horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"We need to get somewhere decent at least. We can't pull over in the middle of nowhere... Maybe if there's a gas station or something, I'll pull over and we could try waiting it out." Terry says, which makes you feel a little better.

"I hate this weather, it's a real downer." You mutter. "Want anything to drink? I'm grabbing myself a bottle of water." You're happy to change the topic.

"Sure thing." Terry nods. "Grab me a water too?"

"Yep, okay. I'll be a moment." You say, turning around.

"Oh no, he's back." Jenn giggles, seeing you walk back through the section.

"Did Terry get fed up within a few minutes too?" Alan chuckles.

You continue walking to the fridge. "Very funny, guys, ha-ha." You try to keep your tone sarcastic and funny, but you're not sure if it worked.

"You okay, baby?" Y/N asks, looking over her shoulder, book closed in her hands. "You sound a little off."

Walking back through equipped with water, you attempt to smile. "Just feeling ill, that's all." You halt by her's and Alan's seats, resting on it.

"Mhm." Y/N sighs. "You look a little unwell, actually. Is there anything I can do to help?" Her hands touch your lower arm.

"Just, stay beautiful." You smile down at her.

And with that, you bend down, cupping her face. Lightly, you press your lips together, that benevolent feeling pulsing in your heart. Irresistibly, you grin against her mouth, causing her to smile too.

"I love you." She says, gazing up into your eyes.

"And I love you." You answer, resting your head on your shoulder for a moment, adoring her.

Soon enough, you rejoin Terry by the wheel of the bus. The weather has had no improvement, instead, it looks worse in the few minutes you’ve been gone. Handing him a bottle of water, he nods a thanks as he takes a swing, looking out to the road again. Opening your bottle, you drink some too, but still feel nauseous as something inside of you is telling you that something bad is going to happen.

You look at Terry, who is worriedly squinting his eyes trying to picture what’s on the other side of the windscreen.

“Can you do me a favour and look up where the next gas station is?” He grunts over his shoulder to you. “Or.. anywhere,” He adds hastily. “Anywhere we can just pull in and stop, in fact. I’m barely making it around these corners.” He shakes his head, beads of sweat visibly gathering on his forehead.

“Of course, of course.” You say, pulling your phone out of your pocket and opening your maps application. The lack of signal causes your app to glitch as you try to find your current location. “Come on.” You shake your phone in your hands, feeling frustration settle in your head, just wanting to find somewhere to stop.

You sigh when release once the arrow finally locates you on a lonely, long, bland road. “Gas station...” You hum to yourself, clicking the ‘services’ function and hoping somewhere can be found local enough to the bus. The slow function again makes you irritable, you hit your phone against the door frame you’re leaning on.

Once loaded, you click on the nearest services result. “It’s only 5 miles away.” You breathe thankfully, turning your phone to face Terry, showing him the station nearby.

Terry shares the sigh of relief, “thank you, Austin”, he says. Taking one hand off of the wheel, he faces you and takes your phone from your hands to show him the way.

You mosey around a bend of the road, but you spy something again. Something dark, something blocking the driving path, something massive.

The next ten seconds hit you painfully slow.

“Terry! Terry!” You shout in panic, nearly throwing yourself into the windscreen.

It’s a tree. A fallen roadside tree has collapsed over the whole width of the road, it’s roots upturned and everything. Big piles of dirt and stone protecting it.

Terry spins the steering wheel hectically in hope he could try and dodge. Upon realisation that it’s too late, he shouts out in terror, the wheels losing their footing completely, sending the bus into a frenzy.

What happens next happens far too quickly. You can’t even turn, you can’t dash into the main area of the bus to yell for everyone to get down, you can’t even look at Y/N.

The echoing of screeching tyres and others’ screams shatter your ear drums, but before you can throw your hands to cover your ears, the force of the spinning bus sends your head into the frame of the driving compartment. You feel immediate bruising to your temple, before your vision blurs and you topple over in a dizzy hysteria.

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You’re All I Ever Wanted - Ben Bruce ft. Austin Carlile

Can u do one where you’re dating Austin carlile & you catch him cheating & you go to Ben Bruce (he’s a close friend who u know has feelings for you) and y/n ends up realizing she and Ben were meant to be.

My first piece back in the game! I hope you enjoy, cute & fluffy! - 3,145 words - written by Emma.

Ben pulls up outside of yours and Austin's house.

"Thanks for the lift Ben." You say, gathering your things from his car after what's been an extremely long day spent out with him. You've been to the cinema, out for lunch, even included a little shopping. "I've had a really good time." You add.

"I'm happy you did. Remember, any time you want or need me, to see, to do things with... I'll be here." He shrugs with both of his hands on the wheel.

Leaning over, you cup his chin to give him a thankful peck on the chin. As you do so you feel him inhale a sharp breath and his jaw clench. Afterwards, he bites his lip but smiles briefly.

"I'm sorry..." You murmur, suddenly flooding with instant regret.

"It, it's fine. I don't mind." He drops a hand from the wheel and runs it through his brown hair. "You've got him, and you love him." He swallows hard. "I can deal with that, I'll be on the sidelines waiting, as I always have been." He chuckles, but you can tell it isn't real laughter. "I always will be, too."

"I love you too, Ben. You know that... But..." You lose words.

"You’re with Austin, and you love each other." He builds the words up for you. "It's okay, Y/N. I understand." He places a hand on your thigh and strokes it softly.

You smile thoughtfully at him and trail your fingertips lightly down his arms. "I'll text you later, okay? Maybe sort something out for tomorrow?" You tilt your head.

"You bet." He nods his head with a smile. "Unless Austin says you can't." He says in a joking manner, although recording what happened the other day.

“He won't." You say, you hope. Sometimes, Austin is a little weary/paranoid about yours and Ben’s friendship. It doesn’t bother you much, however, because you know nothing like that would occur.

Opening his car door, you step out, bags in hands. Turning for a brief moment, you wave him off as he starts his car. As soon as he's driven down the road, you walk down yours and Austin's driveway.

Ben has been your best friend for years. Although you've been close, you've never been close in the regards that you've been in a relationship, or anything of that nature.

However, Ben has made it clear that he would want something like that with you. You, on the other hand, are scared, scared that things would mess up and that you'd ruin your friendship. Maybe you two just weren't compatible in that way? Maybe it just wouldn't work? If there ever was to be a breakup you know there wouldn't be any hard feelings, and that Ben would still want to be friends, so would you...

But sometimes... Things don't work that way, unfortunately. Ben was and always has been your best friend, even when you did the more than likely unforgivable - you broke up somebody's marriage.

Austin had a wife - had. Together, you and him demolished it in order for Austin to be with you. Does it make it worse that she was your friend? Was?

Nonetheless, Ben still stood by your side, he said that if it feels right, it must be. He's been protective, as any friend would be. There's been times where he's tried to persuade you to end it with Austin, because he doesn't get that "good feeling" about him. He's always said that "once a cheat, always a cheat". But then... What did that make you?

Fumbling for your keys in your pockets, you eventually find them and click open the door.

It's quiet downstairs, but the lights are on. You dump the bags in your hands to the floor and kick off your shoes. Austin must've gone to bed, you think to yourself.

Or, he might not be home yet. Austin sometimes works late, so it's happened plenty of times before. He can't be, you think as you see his shoes kicked on the floor.

However, you notice an unfamiliar pair of shoes - women's shoes - besides his. Wait... you think as you remove your jacket. Before you're about to hook it on the coats peg, you notice another jacket, another unfamiliar one.

"Austin?" You call out, feeling confused.

Instead of a response, you hear a bump, or bang, coming from upstairs. Your curiosity pulls you towards the sound, and so you march up to the landing, not bothering to call his name out.

You hear the sound of a woman’s giggling and Austin's husky chuckle from your bedroom. The feeling in the pit of your stomach is telling you not to go further, that you won't want to know what's happening through that door.

You take a couple of petite steps, so that you're by the doorway. You can hear the same noises and you swallow hard, feeling nauseous all of the sudden. But your brain makes your body step forward, closer and closer until you'd wish you'd listened to your stomach.

In your bed you can see Austin underneath the covers and a clear outlining of a woman with him. You fold your arms, punishing yourself with what you see.

You cough loudly, trying to mask the feeling of sickness in your tummy, feeling the need to be seen.

Sudden realisation comes to the two and they stop. Austin draws back the covers and you flick the light switch on. You don't bother to see who he's in bed with; you didn't need to hurt yourself anymore than you know you already will.

There's dead silence.

"I, uh...” You stammer. “I’ll be getting my things in the morning.” You say quietly, doing your best to conceal the tears.

Turning around quickly, you have no hesitation in going the exact same way you came. You go down the stairs and grab your coat, slip your shoes on as if everything is normal.

But it isn't. And you know it isn't, but it's better to pretend and leave looking like the heartless person you wish you was.

You hear the staggering of Austin, rushing out of the bedroom and down the stairs after you. "Y/N, I-"

"Save it." You interrupt, holding up a hand.

He goes quiet.

You grab your phone and don't mess around, you slam the door straight behind you.

You walk down the driveway, no anger blasting from your mouth, but you're left alone with your thoughts. You deserve it, you knew he was like this, but you persisted that he was somehow going to be different with you.

You should've known better, it's how you and him got together in the first place: by destroying his previous marriage. But you were in love, that's what your excuse was. And you thought he was too... But clearly that isn't the case.

Ben told you, he warned you. He told you that cheats will always be cheats, and that someone who had no issue with dumping a wife for another woman would always have no issues with dumping that woman for another. You didn't believe him, of course.

You thought Austin loved you, that you two were in love, that that's the reason he left her. Or was it because he was everything Ben said he was? An egotistical airhead who's actions and thoughts revolve around him? The selfish asshole who cares about nobody but himself? Clearly, you answer your rhetorical questions in your mind.

You know the one place your will be welcome that certainly isn't your home: Ben's house. You call his number, awaiting a response. He answers almost immediately.

"Y/N?" He says. "I've just gotten home, what's up?" You even hear him slamming his car door.

"C-can you get me? P-please." You try to keep everything together over the phone.

Ben knows. No questions asked, he accepts, "Sure thing, of course. Are you by yours?"

"Yes." You answer, throat becoming dry.

Hanging up, you wait patiently, clinging to a street lamp pole outside of your own house. Ben will be here soon, is all you think to reassure you, everything will be okay.

As soon as you see his car, you stand by the pavement. Without a word, you slip in to his passenger seat. He looks at you, seeing your obvious forlorn expression, but doesn’t say anything as you turn away to face the window.

At first, he drives back to his in silence. Although the air is heavy with questions, Ben doesn't ask. It's one of the things you liked about him - he never persisted and waited for you to feel ready to tell him things. But it was so... Embarrassing... You think to yourself. He's everything Ben said, everything.

"Austin's cheated on me." You break the silence. "Or has been. I don't know." You admit in defeat.

All those long working hours... Was he really working?

Ben slows his car down. "What?" He turns to you. "You mean-"

"You was right, yeah." You swallow hard. "I, uh, don’t really know anything but... I just found him with someone else. I didn’t stay to ask.”

"Oh, Y/N." You feel him looking at you.

Turning, you see his eyes setting on yours. His head is tilted, and he's attempting a half smile, but not a cocky one. Not a smug expression as if he's thinking "I knew he would do this"... But possibly a sympathetic one... He looks at you as if he's saying "sorry, you deserve better".

His hand rests on your thigh and the other is on the wheel. With his thumb, he strokes your leg. Surprisingly, it's comforting.

The rest of the journey is quiet, but you feel okay. You don't feel anger burning inside of you, perhaps just like you want to burst into tears, but you sit there, content.

With no more than a few words, you walk through Ben's front door together.

"Wanna go to bed?" Ben asks, looking at you with his kind eyes. Nodding your head, he happily leads you up, switching on/off lights as he goes.

As you walk into his bedroom, he turns on the bedside lamp, giving the room a yellowy glow as he doesn't bother to switch the light on.

"How about we get you in something a little more comfortable, hm?" Ben asks, just as he has every other time you've slept at his.

You nod as he walks over to his wardrobe, picking out a shirt for you.

"Here we go." He says, pulling out a black AC DC top and walking over to you. "This should be just fine." He holds it up to you with a smile.

"Thank you." You reply, grateful, wearing a smile.

"You're very welcome." Ben says to you, turning away as you start to take your t-shirt off.

He never looked at you in a sexual way or tried to take advantage, he just wanted you to be comfortable, which puts you at ease as you slide into the band tee and hop into his bed. You kick off your jeans before snuggling down.

Ben sits on the side of his bed, ensuing you're comfy, tucking you up securely. He stokes your cheek with a smile. "You ready for me to love you and leave you?" He tilts his head.

Ben had never shared the bed with you; he thought it may be disrespectful in case Austin ever found out. Austin was prone to jealousy and didn't like you hanging out with Ben as much as you did, you'd like to think he was protective but sometimes he got pretty controlling.

Sometimes he pushed you to your limit, where you would lie and say you're at a friend's. However, both Ben and you knew that nothing would take place if you did share a bed. You were loyal to your relationship as Ben was to your friendship. Neither of you ever tried to break boundaries.

"Yeah." You murmur to him, rolling to your side, not feeling prepared for the night alone.

Ben is about to leave the room, until you call his name. "Yeah?" He asks, leaning on the door frame.

"Would you..." You huff, feeling embarrassed. “Would you mind staying in here tonight?” You ask in a gentle tone.

Ben subtly frowns. "In the bed?" He usually slept on the couch.

"Mhm." You nod your head. "I, I just want to feel... not alone." You say.

Ben made you feel like home, like you were protected from all the bad things. You didn't want him to leave.

"If you'd like me to, of course." He steps back into his bedroom.

You nod, not feeling the need to say anything else.

Wandering round to the other side of the bed, you hear him kick off his shoes and toss his jacket to the side. You don't pay close attention, but you watch him reach for the corners on his own shirt and pull it over his head. He undoes his belt, adding it to the pile of clothes he's removed.

"You wouldn't mind me taking off my jeans, would you?" He asks, always wanting you to consent to everything.

"It's fine." You ensure. You've seen him in his boxers enough times, but you guess this is under different circumstances.

He slides into bed, leaving a space to divide you. You roll over and look at him, resting on your own forearm that’s placed on his pillow. The smell of another man’s cologne, albeit only Ben’s, is peculiar.

“I don’t believe it.” You murmur, not being able to stare at him in the eyes.

He knows immediately what I’m referring to. “I know,” he replies softly. “But it will be okay, I promise.” He reaches and places a hand on your side, squeezing you.

“I don’t have anything.” You scoff, thinking of all of your items being held in his house. “Everything of mine is there... I don’t... have anywhere else to go, Ben. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” You try to keep your tears at bay, rubbing your head onto the soft pillow.

“You have here, with me.” Ben replies, looking at you with intent. “You can stay here, Y/N. For... however long you like. I won’t have you struggling for places to sleep when you could be here.”

You close the gap and you lay on your back and tug him closer to you. “Thank you.” You say appreciatively. “But, this is your flat. It has one bedroom, all of your things in it. You don’t want me waltzing in here with all of my clutter.” You add, your lack of confidence in yourself becoming obvious.

“Your clutter, is probably a lot nicer than half of the shit I own.” Ben laughs softly in response.

You shake your head. “If we lived together, you would see what I’m really like. You... would discover my stupid annoying habits, get fed up of me, I don’t know.” You mumble, your insecurities showing.

“I love your annoying habits.” Ben replies, grinning. “Like that stupid thing you do when you’re thinking and you stick your hair in your mouth. It’s gross, yeah, but I don’t view you any differently.” He continues, making you smile. “I’ll get a sofa bed for the living room, sleep there. It wouldn’t bother me at all.”

“I don’t want to take this all from you... Just because, because I’ve been dumb and have got myself stuck in a shit situation.” You mumble, feeling ashamed of your own poor life choices. “How... how didn’t I know that that would be what would happen? I’m so, so stupid.”

“Your not stupid.” Ben contradicts. “You... love him.”

“Loved, loved.” You correct, hoping that if you say it it will make it true.

Ben strokes your face, looking at you with a soft smile that’s laced with sympathy. “You overlooked his flaws because you loved him, that’s not stupid, Y/N.”

“Well then... how come you don’t have any flaws? How come you’re all nice and... perfect and stuff.” You blubber, wondering how there’s men like Ben out there who would never dream of doing something so stupid, yet every man you bump into it’s at the top of their agenda.

“I...” Ben shuffles, sitting up. “Have plenty. Just like you and your hair chewing, I leave clumps of hair I pull from my hairbrush around the house. Just wait until you see that.”

You smile into his pillow, admiring the way he improves your mood even though you’ve landed yourself in the worst situation imaginable. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Because...” He shrugs in return. “You don’t deserve to feel like shit because of someone else’s wrong-doing. I know that you know this, but... I love you, so much, Y/N. I want to and will always do my best to make sure that you are okay.”

You look at him, the faint yellow glow of the bedside lamp making him look all-that-bit more amazing. You knew Ben was lovely, kind and the best person in the world that you could have stand beside you, but in this moment you realised, shit, he is totally beautiful.

“You know...” You murmur, struggling to find the words. “I love you too, right?” You push some hair behind your ear. “That I’ve always loved you from the second I first saw you, and just knew that we were supposed to be friends.”

“Friends,” He nods back at you. “Yeah.”

“But what if I told you that maybe, this is more than that? Maybe as well as overlooking Austin’s flaws, I overlooked our... relationship?” You frown, hoping that you make sense. “Because I’m looking at you right now, and... you’re all I want.” You smile faintly, hoping he reciprocates it. “Do you know what I mean?”

You watch the way his smile grows, and how his eyes beam back at you. Slowly, he moves a hand to your chin, cupping your face. He draws you closer to his face, before slowly pressing your lips together. For a moment, you freeze, wondering if you are really willing to cross the line over your friendship.

But suddenly, everything seems to fall into place. You relax in his grasp, moving with the flow of his body, sinking into his touch. You begin to kiss him back and an overwhelming feeling of serenity hits you, making you feel calm, making you feel like you’re at home.

He kisses you softly, his lips gently pulling at yours, causing your head to move with his. Although the moment draws by slowly, it’s phenomenal. Pressing his weight into you, your body sinks into his mattress, surrounding your senses with the sight and smell of him.

Once he finally pulls away from you, he looks at you admirably.

“Y/N,” he breathes quietly. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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Remaining requests

Okay everyone, the ask is closed for requests! This so that (for once) I can make my way through all of the remaining requests on this blog. These are the upcoming pieces you can expect me to be working on/posting to the blog:

Of Mice & Men:

Hey, so I dont know if you’ll write something like this but I really had a shitty day and I thought I try and request something. Maybe where you are austin carliles girlfriend and are on tour with him but then at night the bus gets in a crash and you stuck in the bus. Austin then pulls you out but you are unconscious and blood covered. At the hospital the doctors tell him you wont make it but he stays with you all the time and then you wake up again ? Thanks in advance and maybe his pov :)

would one of you like to write an valentino arteaga one? maybe where y/n is about to jump from a bridge and tino sees her and stops her and talk to her holding her arm just in case that she wouldnt jump. and 8 years later they are married and have a kid (4 years old) and they are talking about the ‘story with the bridge’ ? long and fluffy? i love your work 💖

Could you do an Austin Carlile one where you two get into a huge fight, so you end up breaking up. Then maybe like a month later he visits you at your work and just breaks down crying and you two get back together?

Something about your friend being austins sister pleeease? (Yes ik hes an only child but :p)

Pierce the Veil:

Hiya! This is my first request and it’s really specific sorry! :P Mike fuentes maybe? The plot is that he’s on tour and you’re at home working your usual job but your boss has been sexually harressing/making you uncomfortable and one day your boss goes too far and you go home crying and try calling Mike and he doesn’t answer so you skype Tony crying and then protective/angry Mike fluff! Thank you! I hope you will be able to do it, I wanted this for ages!

omg i have the best idea ever! can you pleeeease write an ptv imagine based on the video from king for a day but with y/n instead of kellin?

Hey could you do a tony perry one where y/n interviews him for her YouTube channel and tony asks her out then smut/fluff and tonys all dominant! Would be great thanks x

can you please write a tony perry one where y/n and the band go to a remote bridge and they start to spray (with masks on) it and they have so much fun until they see a police car and y/n dont get it and tony takes her hand and start running. after a while jaime vic and mike are nowhere to find and tony and y/n hide behind a bush and he has to hold her mouth just to be quite. then they find the others and have more fun? would be great 😂

can you please do a tony perry imagine where you’re with a different guy who pressures you to send racy pictures to him and you do hesitantly, but he dumps you straight after and you’re embarrassed and upset that you sent the pictures to the other guy so tony comforts you (its a weird plot, you dont have to do it if you dont want haha) I’m not sure if it would make sense for tony and y/n to end up together but you can end how you like :)

Bring Me The Horizon:

Could you a Matt Nichols one? Where all the bmth guys are sorta bad asses and he constantly hits on you but you think he’s just an ass then you end up in detention with him and in detention you are paired to clean the library and stuff. Then he admits he actually likes her and she likes him and fluff??

Other bands (these will be the last requests for them):

Can you make a black veil brides fanfic next ,like what could happen is there touring and they get a flat tire in the middle of nowhere and when they get out of the bus they see a girl passed out with bruises and wounds and they decide to take her in the bus and discover they have no service and then she wakes up and tells them what happened ,she could be running away from an abusive boyfriend of something, so then they all have to fend for them selves because they in the middle of no where with no service and then she and a band member could start liking othr and then it could turn into smut/fluff stuff ,just a suggestion ,I love your writing ^.^

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