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lady-ashfade · 8 months

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Hi could you please do yandere house of dragon x Helena twin and when Luke takes Aemond eye he also accidentally cut reader neck, and when they everyone’s gathered Alicent going crazy, reader faints making everyone extremely worried. Luke felt terrible ?

More Then A Eye

Yan!Various!HOTD Characters x Fem!Reader

Made this were the reader was the only one injured because that makes it more fun, and also might make a part 2 so that will come into play if I make that. Also feel like if it was just the reader it would be more interesting.

Warnings: Blood, gore, knifes, violence, yandere actions, reader being injured, me going slight into-depth on how the reader gets cut. Pretty much the whole thing.

Reader wants the family to all get along while the chaos is going on. She is sweetheart like her sister, but she doesn’t have the sight as her sister does. So she notices most of what’s happening, the other half of her sister.

Reader stops Aemond from getting picked on when she’s near because she has the power to make the boys calm, and the rest of the family at that. So she can get mad and upset so aemond feels at ease when his sister is around. But all the boys long for her affection and love, so they all cling to her.

The funeral is a very sad time for her since she loved Laena and the thought of her cousins losing their mother. Or her uncle losing his wife.

So to the readers surprise when she see aemond and jace have a small moments it brings a warmth to her chest in this dark time. Hoping that this was the gods way to bring her family together, but her hopes soon vanished when night came.

She had heard the others walk through the hallways as she tried to fall asleep, opening her door and their whispering calls. They got her attention and claimed someone stole vhagar so she went with them.

“I think we need to wake up our parents.” But her words were shoot down as they dragged her through the halls and down through the castle.

As soon as she saw the white hair she knew it was aemond and she wished she stayed in bed. The kids started to shout, while aemond replied in a time she never heard before, not shy. But proud and filled with venom.

When the fight broke out and all the reader could do was scream and cry for them to stop, but her body froze up. As soon as aemond grabbed ahold of Luke she ran towards him and grabbed ahold of his arm.

“Please, do not hurt them anymore. We- We can all stop this madness,” she looked around at all of them with tears. “Let us all be family.” Aemond was so caught up in his own wrath he pushed the reader back so she wouldn’t get in his way.

He threw Luke to the ground after calling jace and Luke “Strongs.” Then throwing the younger boy to the ground. Jace pulled out a small knife and the reader gasp as they fought again, but the knife was thrown elsewhere.

She watched as Luke crawled to the knife with a interesting to hurt aemond so her body moved on its own. “Aemond!” Just as she shouted she was cut off with the sound of flesh being cut with his blade and gushing sounds. They watch the horror in front of their eyes go down. Blood rolling down her throat and gasped of failed attempts of air when she fell to the ground with her hands clawing at her own throat.

Luke dropped the knife and steps back in disbelief of what was happening. Aemond caught his sister and laid her down in his arms trying to stop the bleeding. “How could you! I’ll kill you! I’ll feed you to my dragon.” He started to cry as did the others.

“What’s going on here?” The guards shouted as the walked up on the children and soon realized the princess. They took her in their arms and sent for the maester and the king at once. Everyone soon garnered in the hall for what had happened.

Alicent screamed when she first saw her daughter and it was loud that everyone in the castle heard. Running to her daughter with tears in her eyes she started to move her hair out of the way as the maester worker. Viserys screamed at the guards to answer who had done it but he wasn’t expecting his own grandsons. Aemond sat at his mothers side while handing the readers hand. Healana looked at the ground with a sob. She had saw it in a nightmare once’s that felt so real, this exact moment.

The boys stayed back and far away. Luke not even daring to look at the reader knowing he caused her harm and pain. All of them wondering if she would be dead soon. Alicent was so focused she didn’t even pay attention to anything but the reader being life and to keep her that way.

When rhaenrya entered it was hell to pay. Reader had just got done with her stitches while still knocked out cold as her body tried to heal itself. “You,” Alicent screamed and pointed at the princess. “You’re filthy sons did this.” Rhaenrya had not see the reader yet as she looked at her sons. When her eyes looked onto the readers body her eyes went wide and looked back at her sons not believing a word.

“They did this?” She asked around the room as the boys tensioned up. “It’s true, jace brought the knife to the fight and his brother, Luke, did the deed.” Cole spiked with a snare. Luke tugged at his mother’s sleeves, “But I did not mean too. Aemond was going to kill jace! The reader got in the way.” All the children started to scream their own defense as everyone watched.

The king was mad but not at the children but at the guards for not doing their jobs. Saying this would have been avoided if they were watched closely. “She would not want us to fight and surely you all know it.” He turned to look at young Luke in the eyes. “I know you did not mean it boy, things can be forgiven.” Alicent looked at rhaenrya as she smiled softly and pull her sons behind herself and listened to Viserys plead of forgiveness and family.

“He deserves no forgiveness,” Alicent stood up and let go of your hand. “The knife was brought to the fight and one of our children could have been killed- Y/n almost died, or might not make it.” She inched closer with a glare and her hands made up into a fist. “Our little girls life being stolen can be..Forgiven?”

“It is what’s right! I love her with my heart but it has been decided, no more blood needs to be shed. Do not let your hatred blind you Alicent.” She stared at him as he spoke so calmly and started to walk away. Her eyes went to the dagger on his hip and her mind filled with red to see her daughter avenged. Moving quickly she took the blade from his side and held it up going for Luke.

“If you will not see to justice then I shall.” Rhaenrya pushes her sons back and caught Alicent before she got closer. They held each other, pushing and pulling to get what they wanted. “Another insult to my family and you get away with it? Just under falling under that pretty foot. It is not far, where is duty? Where is sacrifice?” Rhaenrya looked at the blade as it reflected off the fire light.

She was about to say something but a loud metal sound caught them off guard. They both looked back as the reader laid on the floor with her eyes open and reached out for them. Her head shaking as she tried to speak out but nothing was coming out. Aemond coming to her aid and helping her up but she had used her the rest of her strength to get out of the chair. Reader looked at her brother for help to help and speak her mind, pleading to do the right thing.

“No more blood shed mother.” His spoke but his eyes do not match his words. “She does not wish it.” Helaena came rushing down to her twins side and held her hand. Alicent looked back at rhaenrya one last time before pulling away and dropping the knife. Slowly inching back she looked around at her husband, only with anger and devastation.

Everyone was quiet as she ordered someone to carry her daughter out of the room with the maester. The kids walked with her and held onto their sisters hand as she fell back into a deep sleep. No one could speak a word as they all stood stocked.

For years that was the last time rhaenrya and her kids saw their aunt, along with Daemon. But letters where sent in private from the reader to all of them with updates and her forgiveness. But luke refuses to open and read them as his guilt rotted away at his soul. But each week for years new letters still came from her. The next time they all saw eachother, they all grown so much. But they all remembered the first acted of war.

One side trying to make amends and the other full of revenge.

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strangersteddierthings · 4 months

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Rockstar Life

It might have all been forgiven, if Eddie had called. If Eddie had called and begged forgiveness immediately.

Steve could believe- would be willing to look past one drunken mistake.

But Eddie doesn't call.

Eddie doesn't call. Not in the morning after. Or the following day. Or the next.

Steve doesn't reach out either, because how can be he expected to? Paparazzi caught Eddie shoving a mysterious man against the wall in a dark alley, captured their heated kisses and how they barely separated for long enough to get into the back of an uber, and Steve knows as soon as he sees the pictures that he won't be reaching out.

He's not the one that's done anything wrong.

It takes three days for Steve to hear from Eddie. It's a shock, a genuine surprise, because it's face to face. Steve hears the front door close, and he thinks it's Robin, come to check on him again so he doesn't even turn around from where he's making a quesadilla directly on the stovetop.

He does freeze completely when it's not Robin's voice he hears.

"Steve, I am so sorry. So fucking sorry. I can't even begin to explain how sorry."

Three days ago, Steve might have forgiven him.

Today, he's not feeling so generous. He turns the burner off and scoots the half-cooked quesadilla to the cooler side of the stovetop before turning around.

Eddie looks wrecked. Dark bags under his eyes, made even darker by his paler than normal skin, hair a type of messy Steve hasn't seen since the spring break Eddie was in hiding and unable to take a proper shower. He looks heartbroken, distraught and upset. All things Steve felt up until this exact moment. Now that he's face to face with the love of his life, he feels nothing.

"Am I moving out, or are you?"

The noise Eddie makes is heart wrenching. Steve's not so numb and hateful to not recognize that. "Babe, please-"

"Do not call me that," Steve interrupts, "not when you were probably whispering that to someone else just days ago."

"Ba-Steve. Steve, please. I swear it was a mistake. It- I was way too drunk and high to be thinking clearly-"

"I don't want your excuses, Eddie. I want to know if I'm packing my things, or if you are."

"Steve, can't we talk about this?"

That makes Steve's blood boil. "Talk about it? Talk about it? Now you want to talk about it? You should have wanted to talk about it the second you slunk from that guy's bed. Or did you have to kick him from yours? Or, worse, has it taken three goddman days to hear from you because you were still in bed!?"

"No!" Eddie cries, "no, it didn't- it was just-"

"Stop!" Steve shouts, "I don't want to hear any details! I don't care if that uber only made it a block before you came to your senses and bailed. That doesn't- those pictures- you pinned him to the wall, Eddie!"

Eddie is silent, shrinking in on himself in a way Steve's never seen. Steve pushes down the urge to comfort him.

Steve is the one in need of comfort. He's the hurt party here.

"If I were sober, it never would have happened," is all the reply Eddie finally gives. It's not good enough.

"I can't trust that!" Steve turns away, pressing his hands against his eyes hard enough to see light that isn't there. "How am I supposed to believe you? You didn't even- you didn't even call. It was like- like you didn't even know that I knew. But you must have found out. That's why you're here." Steve drops his hand and turns around. "Who told you I knew?"

Eddie swallows. "Max."

Steve nods because of course it was Max. She was the one who handed him the tabloid with the picture in it, three days ago. "So, if you didn't know I knew, you would have, what, never told me?"

"NO, no, I just- I didn't know what to say. How to say it. But then Max called yesterday and-" Eddie says Max's name with too much bite, like it's a curse. Like Max tattled on Eddie instead of exposed his betrayal.

"Shut. Up," Steve growls, "you don't get to be mad at Max for your fucking mistake! I've know you're a goddamn cheater for three days, and it's not until Max let you know that I knew, that you decided to fix it? Well, it can't be fixed, Eddie!"

"Steve, please," Eddie is crying, and Steve's seen him cry a handful of times before but this one hurts deepest. Steve's the reason for the tears, and because you don't just stop loving someone overnight, that hurts.

"No. No! I can't trust you! How many other times has this happened?-"

"Never, never I swear-"

"- Would you have ever said anything if you hadn't been fucking caught on camera?!"

"Yes, of course I would have!"

"How am I ever going to believe that?" Steve cries, "I had to learn that the love of my life cheated on me at the same time the rest of the goddamn world did! Jesus Christ, Eddie, when you said you wanted that rockstar life, I thought you meant like, big fancy house, grammy's and an invite to the met gala. Not goddamn sex, drugs and rock n' roll!"

For the first time since Steve's known him, Eddie Munson stands before him with nothing to say.

@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @skepsiss @afewproblems

#steddie #my fic #hurt/no comfort #cw cheating #its a modern au but steve doesnt use social media #just a lil ficlet #i have no plans to continue as of now

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grandline-fics · 5 days

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Hi there! I hope u are doing well, can I request a strawhats crew reaction to a reader who can see ghosts or souls? It can be like their devil fruit power or just something that they're born with. It can be a short fic with all the strawhats or if it's too much it can just be the monster trio, i don't mind either way, do what you prefer! Thanks for letting me request!

DESCRIPTION: You can see ghosts and spirits

WARNINGS: don’t think it’s too angsty but does mention dead characters. Luffy's is set just before a canon event.

CHARACTERS: Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

WORDS: 1,672

A/N: Thank you for this request. For some reason I struggled a lot with how I wanted this to go and I hope you're happy with this outcome.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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You didn’t really know the rhyme or reason for your gift. It was just always something you had and having grown up being able to see and speak with spirits you’d never felt the need to investigate it. Besides even if you were to learn the reason for your unique talent, it wasn’t like you were ever going to seek out a way to get rid of it. As far as you were concerned it was a part of you and it brought comfort to a lot of people once they got over their shock and in some cases heavy skepticism that you were playing a cruel prank on them.

When you first set foot on the Thousand Sunny you had to suppress the shiver that ran up your spine as you were hit with an intense feeling that those on the crew were connected to a lost one and the weight of their grief was still heavy on their shoulders even if they didn’t realise it themselves. So you decided to keep your ability to yourself for now and help when the occasion to do so arose. As you set yourself up in your quarters you smiled softly, seeing that you truly were brought onto the crew for a reason. Idly you wondered who in the crew would be the first you would help.

SANJI

Sanji turned out to be the first. You entered the kitchen and smiled in greeting to the ship’s cook only your gaze to drift behind his shoulder. Your smile fell slightly and you stepped further into the room, peering at Sanji with intent concern. “What’s wrong?” You asked, taking the chef by surprise as his own smile faltered.

“Nothing, now that you’re here.” He insisted, adopting his charming smile once more but you firmly shook your head, refusing to be convinced by his outward demeanour. Sanji became nervous and let his gaze fall away from you stare, finding it easier to maintain his pretence. Quickly he turned back to his chopping board and continued to prepare food for the evening meal. “What on earth would make you think something was wrong?” He asked, trying to keep his voice level.

“Your mother only ever shows this clearly when you’re deeply upset about something.” Your voice was soft but it was enough to make Sanji drop his knife against the block with a dull thud. He felt like laughing at the ludicrous statement at the same time he felt like shouting at you for the weird joke. Yet he couldn’t do either. You didn’t know anything about him or his family and he knew it wasn’t in you to say something so heartless. Thankfully he didn’t need to demand you explain yourself because you proved your honesty immediately. “You have her eyes and smile, kind and comforting. She worries when you get like this, hiding how you truly feel.”

Sanji looked over his shoulder to see you smiling fondly at something or rather someone beside him. Desperately he wished he could see what you saw, to see her again but if this was as close as he could get then he would take it a hundred times over. “I don’t want anyone to worry, least of all her.”

“Sanji we all have bad days and hiding that from the people we care about isn’t the way to do it.” You told him, finally looking at his face again, reaching out to lightly push some of the hair from his eyes. “We have emotions for a reason and no-one expects you to suppress them. I’m always here to listen, okay?” You weren’t surprised to be brought into a tight hug by Sanji and returned the embrace, letting him hold you for as long as he needed.

ZORO

It took some time for you to finally see the spirit attached to Zoro’s heart with enough clarity to take in her appearance and hear her. It didn’t surprise you that this one took longer, Zoro’s personality never came across as being someone who clung to the past and let it cloud his vision but on a day like this it was clear even Zoro wasn’t invulnerable to the deepest of connections that you could now see had been cut far too soon.

You’d wandered up to the Crow’s Nest to both take a break from the chaotic noise of Luffy, Franky, Chopper and Usopp and also settle in for your evening watch. This wasn’t anything new so Zoro only gave you a brief glance in greeting before going back to training against one of the reinforced training dummies Franky had made to withstand his attacks enough for a worthwhile practice. However he wasn’t moving the way he wanted, something was wrong with his movements. “You’re forgetting the fundamentals.”

Your voice came from the seating and Zoro looked over his shoulder to see you were casually leaning against the edge, looking out at the ocean. He cocked his head to the side and arched an eyebrow at you. You weren’t even watching him, how would you know what he was apparently doing wrong? As if feeling his stare, you turned your head to look at him. “You’re getting too stuck in your head, just take a breath and keep it simple.”

Zoro had to scoff at the advice. Yes, you were a fighter but not a swordsman so to be told what was wrong stung his ego slightly. It’d be like if he tried to tell Franky how to fix the ship. You seemed to read the offence on his face and it surprised him to see you laugh and hold up your hands lightly in defence. “That’s not coming from me, it’s coming from Kuina.”

Kuina? Now Zoro found himself glaring and tensing out of a fear of his private life being pried into. Where had you heard that name? Who told you about her? Not that he confided in many about his childhood friend. You sighed sadly and got to your feet. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen this kind of reaction and it wasn’t surprising that Zoro fell back onto the defensive and become distrustful. You stopped in front of the swordsman and glanced briefly at the spirit at his side.

“She’s happy to see you’ve come so far but your name hasn’t quite reached the heavens yet. You still have a long way to go and she believes in you.” You smiled and lightly punched Zoro’s arm when you saw the belief and shock appear in his no longer skeptical gaze. “Keep getting stronger but don’t forget her father’s teachings okay?”

“I won’t let her down. I made a promise.” Zoro affirmed strongly and you grinned, turning to go back to your seat when he quickly caught your arm, surprising you. You turned and looked at him questioningly. “If she’s still here do you…do you think you can help me speak to her?”

LUFFY

It wasn’t much of a surprise to you that Luffy was the one to seek you out. He’d caught some talk from the crew about the things you just seemed to know things about their past or about someone they knew that had passed away. His suspicions were confirmed when you’d all stopped on an island for supplies and you’d helped a grieving family in a way no-one else could. You’d managed to ease their pain and reassure them that their loved one was still with them and had no regrets. When you were back on the Sunny he appeared beside you on the railings, grinning widely and already bouncing with excitement. “You see ghosts right?”

“Yeah, I see them. Not at will though.” You clarified, with Luffy being well Luffy you didn’t want to disappoint him by making him think that what you could was as easily controlled as a Devil Fruit ability which this was not. Still though your statement didn’t deflate him, if anything he only got more excited and he leaned in closer and set his hands on your shoulders.

“What about me? Is someone with me?” Despite how excited he was you could sense a faint desperation coming from Luffy and you wanted to be able to help but as you’d already told him this wasn’t something that you could manipulate and command freely whenever you wanted. You looked at Luffy carefully and then around him in search of a presence connected to him. Suddenly you felt a warmth and made out the outline of a man standing behind your Captain and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Ace.” You felt like you were saying it in greeting. You’d known about Luffy’s brother but never had the pleasure of actually getting to meet him. It was almost eerie how both Luffy and Ace grinned so happily and in sync but it was also so infectious. Luffy seemed pleased but then seemed to be eager for more.

“Is it just Ace? Is anyone else with him? Maybe younger?” He asked and you slowly shook your head with a small frown.

“Sorry Luffy, just Ace.” You said, disappointed that you couldn’t give Luffy what he wanted and seeing him sigh slightly and lower his gaze briefly made you feel guilty even though you knew it wasn’t your fault. Still though you couldn’t help but look to Ace, silently pleading for assistance on his part. However the brother only smirked knowingly and you began to suspect that Ace knew something you and Luffy didn’t. Thankfully that was all you needed to cheer Luffy up. “Just because I don’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not with you though Luffy. Maybe next time whoever it is you’re thinking about will be there instead?”

“Yeah you’re right!” Luffy grinned while leaping up onto the railing, his previous excited energy returning instantly. Before you could speak any more, Law’s voice called for Luffy wanting to go over the plan for when you all would be reaching Dressrosa in just a couple days time.

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leclerc-s · 6 months

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the blue - part four

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i think i like him...

congratulations, you're officially the last person to know

HOW COULD ANY OF YOU KNOW WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MYSELF??

the way you look at him but don't worry he likes you too

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?

easy, the way he looks at you

WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN THOMAS??

well, you look at him like he hung the moon and he looks at you like you're the only person in the room who matters to him.

ASK HIM OUT!!!

no! and risk our friendship? no fucking way

it worked out for me didn't it?

yeah, but it's different.

how is it different amelia?

i don't know it just is.

god you're a fucking idiot. no wonder we're related.

okay rude

i'm being an idiot.

do you want to go on a date?

fuck i like you do you like me?

am i fucking 5?

OH SHIT!

FUCK!

I'M SORRY THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU!

so you meant to send it to someone else?

NO! FUCK!

amelia, it's okay. i get it if you meant to send it to someone else. it's fine.

jesus fuck how can i write songs but not get through this one fucking thing?

okay, fuck it. i can do this.

do you want to get lunch with me?

i mean we already have plans for tomorrow, so yes amelia, i do.

NO YOU IDIOT!

okay, that was uncalled for.

ME. YOU. DATE?

oh.

forget i said anything. it's okay. i get it. i hope we can still be friends.

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14:04

amelia screamed into the nearest pillow scaring her little brother. she had hoped that oscar had gotten busy and wasn't just ignoring her, she didn't want to ruin her friendship with him, not over some stupid feelings.

"mum! she's doing it again!" paddy shouted. nikki holland walked into the room watching as her daughter continued to scream into a pillow. nikki shooed her youngest son out of the room, which he did without protesting. he did not want to watch his sister cry knowing there was nothing he could do. last time she had sobbed for 45 minutes when they were alone without telling anyone what it was about. to this day paddy suspects it was harrison’s fault, it always seemed to be these days.

nikki sat next to her daughter waiting for her to stop her screaming. when amelia's head popped out from inside the pillow, she smiled at her mom. nikki knew her, she knew it wasn't a genuine smile, something was upsetting her.

"what's wrong?" nikki questioned her daughter. amelia smiled, "i’m fine mum."

"no, you aren't. talk to me, is this about harrison?"

amelia groaned, "did everyone know about that?"

nikki nodded, "we did honey. now what's wrong?"

"am i unlovable? is there something about me that people don't love?"

"what?" nikki questioned, "no, you aren't. you're the most loveable person i know, and i'm not just saying that because i'm your mother. what makes you think that?"

"i asked oscar out on a date. he only said oh. i thought he liked me, tom said he did."

nikki pulled her daughter in for a hug, the girl placing her head on her mum's chest listening to her heartbeat, "i'm sure you caught him off-guard. let him get back to you, don't assume the worst."

amelia opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a knock at the door. she exchanged looks with her mum before standing up and going towards the front door. she gasped in surprise when she noticed who was at her front door.

FORTY-FIVE MINUTES EARLIER

i need a favor

what happened to hello tom? how are you tom? how's your day going tom?

hi tom, how's your day? how are you? i need a favor.

i'm great oscar, thanks for asking. what favor do you need?

i need your address

excuse me?

well amelia's address

can i ask why?

i fucked up. amelia asked me out on a date and all i said oh. i have to fix this.

and you plan on fixing this how?

by taking her out on a date? and apologizing profusely for fucking up.

at least you're apologizing. i'm still waiting for harrison to apologize to amelia.

don't fuck this up piastri and my sister is staying with my parents right now. she didn't want go home to her empty apartment yet.

i won't, now what's her favorite flower?

tulips, she loves tulips

take care of her oscar

i promise

NOW

amelia gasped in surprise at who was at her front door. oscar smiled at her, holding a bouquet of tulips in his hand. he looked a bit relieved that she had been the one to answer the door. oscar has silently prayed her parents or brother hadn’t been the one to open the door, that would’ve been awkward.

"hi," he greeted, "i was busy so i didn't answer your text. does the offer still stand?"

"of course," she whispered. oscar held the flowers out to her, "these are for you."

amelia grabbed them, "tulips are my favorite, who told you?"

"a little spider," oscar joked. amelia laughed, and oscar felt his heart skip a beat, "so about that date?"

"now?" amelia questioned, "i'm not dressed properly."

oscar took in her appearance, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. a simple outfit and yet she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, "i think you look beautiful."

amelia blushed, "i have to go put these in water," she told him. oscar nodded, "i'll wait here."

paddy appeared behind his sister, "i'll do it. go. get out of the house for once."

amelia jumped, "when did you get here?"

"i saw a cool car in our driveway, i had to know who it was," paddy explained, "hi oscar. what kind of car is that?”

"hello," oscar greeted, “it’s a mclaren.”

"of course it is,” paddy joked, “i want her back home before midnight," paddy threatened, switching his demeanor from the kind boy he had been moments ago.

"paddy!" amelia scolded. paddy and oscar laughed, "this isn't funny."

"it kind of is," oscar said, "she'll be back before midnight mr. holland."

paddy sweetly smiled, "she comes back in tears or anything less than happy and we will hunt you down. understood?"

"yes sir."

"good," paddy said, handing her a jacket and pushing his sister out of their home, "have fun but not too much fun!"

"paddy!"

the boy giggled maniacally before oscar held a hand out for amelia to take. she took his hand, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach at the cause of that simple action. paddy closed the front door as the two began walking towards his car. he shared a knowing look with his mother and he made his back to his room, she fondly rolled her eyes at her youngest.

amelia quickly realized oscar piastri was nothing if not a gentleman. he had opened the car door for her, shutting it behind her before rounding the car and sitting in the driver's seat. he gave her a bright smile before leaving her family’s driveway. the two talked for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes as oscar parked his car in front of a coffee shop. amelia gasped, it was her favorite shop in her hometown, she turned to look at oscar and he just gave her a bright smile.

"you're brother helped out more than i would like to admit," oscar softly said, "but this was the best i could do on such a short notice, you kinda caught me off guard."

amelia smiled at him, before leaning over the console of his car and hugging him, "it was better than my idea."

oscar pulled away from her, ignoring the closeness of their faces, "what was your idea?"

"attempt to cook lunch for us, fail, and order food," she joked.

oscar laughed at her joke and amelia smiled again, at least someone in her life liked her jokes. her brothers didn't understand her jokes half the time, except for paddy, he always got them. her parents didn't understand them at all and her friends always told her not to underestimate her skills. the truth was amelia was a shite cook, there was no denying that, she was a great baker but cooking was a no go.

oscar gave her a final look before getting out of the car, rushed to her side and opened her door, holding a hand out to her, "shall we?"

amelia laughed, "we shall," she said as she intertwined their hands, oscar gave her another smile before leading her inside the coffee shop.

ameliaholland 'in a world of boys, he's a gentleman'

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¡leclerc-s speaks! they're my babies who just had their first date. they are not dating, not yet. the hard launch is when they start officially dating, i'm working up to that. i also clearly don't know how time works so ignore that plot hole, i'll probably fix that later.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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Silent Treatment

Miles normally don't get upset, he's a very forgiving person and is willing to let his anger fade out. BUT! When he does get upset, he will give anyone the silent treatment. Especially today when his boyfriend made him very upset.

Gwen and Pav noticed Hobie following Miles from a distant. They thought this was weird, because they are always side by side. Pav asked, "I wonder what happen?" He quietly gasps, "Did they broke up?"

"No, maybe Hobie is gonna surprise him." Gwen said to her friend, "But... why he's not scaring him already?"

The noticed Miles by himself, "Hey, where did Hobie go to?"

Hobie appeared behind the two, "Actually, mates... Miles' is giving me the silent treatment."

The two were startled causing Gwen to scream, "How did you get here?"

"Ahh, don't do that!" Pav shouted.

"Sorry..." Hobie mutters feeling all gloomy.

"Dude, what did you do to piss him off?" Gwen asked, with her arms crossed.

Pav nodded, "Yeah, he never gets mad."

"I... Hmm, how do I put this?" Hobie explains they had a fight about him bringing mud into Miles room through the window. It's a habit of the punker have dirty muddy boots, sometimes dragging a lot of mud through Miles' window leaving stains on his window seat.

Well, this time Miles got super upset because he told Hobie to clean his boots before entering! He just finished cleaning his room, which meant he scrub the stained window seat and window frames very clean. Took him a good thirty minutes or more. When he was finished everything look so much nicer.

Just then Hobie came through the fire escape window, stepping on the cleaned window seat with his dirty muddy boots. Miles came back to the room seeing the trail of mud after he finish scrubbing the floors! An anger that swept into the nineteen year old, that he told Hobie, why didn't he listen to him? Hobie merely stated he forgot.

Miles told to leave before he starts cursing the hell out of him. So Hobie thought his Sunflower would cool down for a day or two, but Miles had responded his text back. He felt upset, terrible... a little annoyed since he forgot.

"Ahhh, didn't you guys always have a fight about that, tho?" Gwen asked.

Pav nodded, "Yeah, I even wrote it on Spder So-City's Punkflower Blog. See!" He holds his Smartphone up to show his blog posts.

Hobie sighs, "I didn't think he would be so upset, and now he's ignoring me." He hunched over being depressed.

Gwen said, "Just go apologize. I would be mad too if I spend the whole time cleaning on my Saturday, then somebody messed it up."

"Yeah, Hobie. Just say your sorry."

"I'll try."

The three went to find Miles at Headquarters study hall, since a lot of Spider-heroes are teenagers, Miguel made a special place for them to study. The black Latino sat on one of the chairs with a large table while reading a book for his English class.

"There he is! Okay, go." Gwen whispers to her punker friend.

Hobie had cold feet. "Wow, you're never afraid." Pavitr gawks at him.

"It's just... it's just- what if he dumps me?" Hobie on all fours being on the ground looking pathetic.

"Oh come on! One fight isn't the end of the world!" The blond young woman picks him up, "Just go over there and talk." She pushes him toward Miles' direction. "Go!"

Pav nodded, "Yeah, go!"

Hobie stood a few steps behind Miles, then he hunched over in defeat. "OH COME ON! YOU DIDN'T SAY HELLO!" Gwen shouted out loud.

"Shhh!" All the younger Spider-heroes hushes her.

"Sorry." She whispers feeling embarrassed, then glares at Hobie.

Hobie casually went up to Miles trying to be cool. "Hey, luv." He said calmly.

Miles ignores him. Hobie hunch over the ground with all fours feeling so depressed his beloved Sunflower ignoring him. Pav being dumbfounded, "Wow, he really pissed off Miles, huh?"

"I guess so." Gwen said.

"Ahem, hey Sunflower!" This time Hobie said it loud and clear.

Miles ignores him again, a young Spider-man passes Miles, "Oh hey, Miles. Working hard?"

"Oh hey, Peter. Yeah, gotta catch up on my homework." Miles happily said.

"Say, who is that behind you?"

"Oh, no one." Miles smiles.

This send jabs into Hobie's heart. He quickly hugs Miles legs being all teary eye, "Sunflower! It's me, your baby!"

The young Spider-man looked confused, and Miles merely smile, "Don't worry about him. Anyway, I gotta finish reading."

"Okay, see ya later." His friend left to go back to studying the other side of the room.

Miles smiles then he looks at his boyfriend who's resting his head on his thigh, "Hobie..."

"Hmph?"

"I'm still mad at you." Miles huffs as he continues to give him the silent treatment.

Hobie whines, "Lllluuuuvvvvvv, please don't ignore me. I'm sorry! It was an accident. Pleeeaaassseeee, Sunflower!"

His boyfriend stays quiet still ignoring him, Hobie acted like Billie when she has her tantrums or fits. Good thing, he can handle it. Hobie kept saying, "I'm sorry, darling. I am! Do you need anything? I'll get you lunch or flowers or we can go to that Indian restaurant you always wanted to try in my world. I'll do anything for you! Anything."

"Anything?" Miles asked as he closed his book.

"Yes."

"I want you to leave me alone, Hobie. I'm still mad at you." Miles turns his head to him being serious.

"But darling!"

Miles ignores him with another huff. "Hmph."

Gwen said to Pav, "He's very mad at him, huh?"

"Yeah." Pav said.

Through out the evening, Hobie clingy on to Miles the whole time. He even slouches on Miles' back being dragging by him all around. Gwen and Pav watches how needy Hobie became for his boyfriend.

"I swear, Hobie was never like this." Gwen said.

"Yeah, he use to be all I-Don't-Give-A-Shit attitude and would walk away." Pav said in a tough voice. "Maybe they been together so long, y'know."

"Yeah, I agree. Hobie is more relaxed and always wants to make his boo happy." Gwen giggles. "But..." Their eyes saw how Hobie being depressed without Miles' attention.

"This is really sad..." Pavitr being lost for words.

Miles sighs look at his boyfriend on the ground, "Hobie, I told you to leave me alone."

"No!" He said in a childish manner. "I wanna talk about this. I said I was sorry." He pouts being upset.

Miles sighs then noticed other Spider-heroes looking at them. "Ugh, fine! Come on," He took his man's collar vest dragging him to a table in the courtyard up on HQ. Gwen and Pav follow with their own milkshakes for them and the gang.

"Well?" Miles asked his boyfriend.

"Darling, I'm sorry. I forgot to clean my boots. I didn't mean to."

Miles slurps his milkshake, "Okay."

"Okay, so that means you forgive me?"

"I'm still mad at you, Hobie. I told you many times to always clean your shoes," Miles pouts, "and you always forget. And I took my Saturday morning cleaning my room because I taken the day off as Spider-man! Once I finally made my room so clean, you put mud through the whole room like you didn't give a shit. That hurt my feelings. So, yeah I'm still pretty pissed off." He slurps his milkshake.

"Is there anything Hobie can do to fix it?" Pavitr asked.

Miles took a moment, "Hmmm."

Gwen giggles, "Come on, Miles. Look at your baby, he's been so depress without you."

Hobie hugging Miles being all sad and depress. "He's acting like Billie. He'll be fine." Miles said.

"Don't be cruel to me, luv. Let me make it up to you." Hobie frowns. "I am sorry."

"Well, you pissed off the wrong Latino, bae. So hmph." His beloved Sunflower giving him the silent treatment.

"Luuuuvvvv!"

The silent treatment went on for three more days, and Hobie was able to lighten up Miles' mood by cleaning his room. He scrubs the dirty stained window seat and floors, while Billie watches having her sippy cup filled with juice. She made sure Hobie clean the floor spotless acting like the boss, "Oi. Oi." She uses a fake deep voice acting like a tough guy.

"Where did she leave that?" Hobie asked out loud as he scrubs Miles' floor.

Miles grins widely having to finish typing his book report, "She's watching One Piece with me, and Adobe Asobase."

Billie huffs, "Clean!" She commanded Hobie. "Baka!"

Miles laughs with amusement, "Wow, bae. You must really miss me, huh?"

"Your mood is better." Hobie smiles happily, but Billie shoot her web shooter at his face, "Darling, that's cheating."

"Clean." She demands being tough, "Baka!" Sipping her juice, she proudly grins at her big brother. "Good?"

"Yes, mi bebé! You're doing a great job." Miles smiles widely making his little sister happy. "Besides, she likes being in charge."

Billie giggles rushing over to her older brother's leg, "Up!"

"OKay, Boo-boo." Miles picks her up to snuggle her.

"Awe, what about me?" Hobie cutely pouts going over to snuggle with his Sunflower.

"No, baka!" Billie pats him away.

Miles giggles feeling his boyfriend's kisses on his cheek, "Fine, you get this chance, besides I'm not mad at you. But I still want you to finish cleaning up."

"Oh I will." Hobie blew raspberry kisses on his Miles' cheek.

"Ah, bae. That's gross." Miles giggles.

"I need to give you all the lost love from your cruel punishment, darling." Hobie buries his face into Miles' neck, somehow he found a way to have his Sunflower sit on his lap.

"Maybe next time listen to me." Miles said as a matter of fact.

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maxsimagination · 4 months

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𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 - 𝗵.𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗼

warnings: none

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it had been months since i had had seen hayley in person, we would facetime every day if we could but the time differences were hard to work around. she had signed for real madrid at the end of last season and moved over to spain two months before it started for the preseason.

since our contracts ran out at everton in 2021, both me and hayley had received offers from different clubs. i had a record offer from manchester united and immediately took it. hayley on the other hand, had man city after her to which she agreed.

it was easier to see each other then, since we were still in the same city but playing on different sides. now, it was harder, we played in different countries. the season had just ended in england, and in spain, which meant it was world cup time.

i knew i'd been scouted but didn't know if i'd be getting the call up. it was my first world cup in the senior leagues, i played in the under 20s for the last one. i knew that mary earps had gotten the call up for her home team, england, but australia has chosen yet.

it was an anxious week of me waiting by my phone every second i could and answering every call, but finally it came.

"hello?"

"hi, is this y/n?"

"yes, it is. who is this?"

"tony gustavsson, coach for the matilda's. how are you y/n?" my heart was beating out of my chest, i was praying that this was good news.

"i'm good tony, what can i help you with?"

"well, i'm calling to give you some good news. you've been called up to represent australia in the world cup." there was a long pause before i responded, i had to let what he said sink in.

"really?"

"absolutely. how does that sound?"

"amazing!" i had let out a sigh of relief when he confirmed it, not wanting to get my hopes up.

"the whole team will fly down to aus next week, i will be emailing you all the details and tickets."

"perfect. thank you so much, tony." i said my goodbyes then hung up, needing to release the excitement i had pent up. the first person i called was hayley. i didn't want her to be upset if she didn't get in, so i asked her if she did first.

"yes, tony called me before you did. i was going to surprise you."

"no need, i got in too!" i heard an excited squeal on the other side and assumed it was hayley.

"actually? you're not kidding?"

"no i'm not joking. i got in." we squealed together in excitement.

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it was the week after and i was bouncing off the walls of my apartment. mary had come over to help me pack the previous day so i was ready, because there was no way i could manage alone in my current state. i almost forgot my passport, that's how excited i was.

mary drove me to the airport and i thanked her then got out. i checked the ticket and figured out which gate i was in. they finally called my flight and i was the first person through the gate. i went through security and finally boarded the plane.

it was almost an 18 hour flight straight to perth so i tried my best to get some rest. i woke up some time later, and figured out what time it was. we still had 8 hours left, so i pulled a book out.

i ended up falling asleep for the second time that flight and woke up again right before we landed. safe to say i was well rested.

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i got of the plane, and into the airport to see a security escort holding a sign with my name. i walked up to them, introducing myself. they took me to the car and we drove to the designated hotel for the matilda's. tony was there when i arrived and i greeted him.

"tony, so good to finally see you in person."

he smiled back at me. "y/n, yes so good to meet you. here is your room key, just go and put your things in your room. i'll let you know when the whole team is here." i nodded and walked up to my room.

about an hour or two later there was knock on my door and a shout from the other side. "y/n, it's tony. the team is all here, come meet us in the lobby." i yelled back an ok and started getting changed. grabbing out the matilda's issued gear that we'd been given upon arrival i threw it on and raced downstairs.

there was a sea of matilda's jerseys in the lobby and tony shouted at us all to get into a meeting room.

we traipsed into the area and it was then that i spotted hayley. she hadn't seen me yet so i decided to sneak up on her. she was talking with sam kerr, who was my idol when i was growing up and now i was playing on the same team as her.

i got close enough to them and practically jumped on hayley's back. she almost shrieked before i turned her around and she saw it was me.

"oh my god, Y/N! you're here!"

she grabbed me into a hug and i responded in turn.

"yea i'm here, couldn't wait to see you again."

we spent the rest of the meeting together and then the rest of the day in hayley's room, just spending time together, catching up on everything we missed in the huge amount of time we'd been apart.

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Hysteria

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Smut

I stood kicking and punching my wooden door using every exploitive I know,

"Father! This is ridiculous!"

"You're staying in there y/n until the doctor gets here, this has gotten way out of hand"

"You called the doctor!" I yelled kicking the door again

"See this is exactly why I called him, this is so out of hand y/n you're an emotional madhouse"

"Maybe I wouldn't be if you stopped treating me like a damn infant!"

"Ohh thank goodness your here Dr Dawkins"

"Y-you called the surgeon!" I yelled

"I'm awfully sorry I know this isn't your area of expertise, but with the other doctor away I really didn't want to wait"

"Absolutely, it's no problem Mr Y/L/n I'm sure I can do my best to help. Where is she then?"

"Locked in her room"

"I see"

"You keep that bloody butcher away from me!" I yelled

The door opened and in came Dr Dawkins and my father in tow

"Please sit down Miss Y/l/n"

"Fine" I pouted sitting on my bed

"what seems to be the issue?"

Before I could even open my mouth my father spoke up

"Ohh she's been an utterly unruly doctor, shouting and screaming at me, sneaking out alone, causing all sorts of havoc."

"I see... have you been feeling any discomfort?" He asked me

"other than being treated like a child and being locked in my room"

"Understandable" He nods checking me over a little doing all the usual tests

"I've been reading up on the symptoms I fear it might be... female hysteria" My father whispered almost afraid to say the very word

"Father!" I snapped "I do not have Hysteria!"

"Let the doctor be the judge of that y/n"

"He's not a doctor! He's a bloody butcher!"

"Do you mind giving me some time to examine the patient alone"

"Of course Doctor"

My father quickly left and I just sat even more annoyed as he shut my bedroom door and continued doing little checks

"I get the feeling, you don't particularly like me"

"I don't like doctors. nothing against you personally"

"That's good then, I was worried I'd upset you" He smiled

"No, I just don't like doctors"

"Any reason why?"

"Not so long ago doctors like you were throwing leaches around and saying girls should keep their legs shut so demons don't possess them through their vaginas. No Offence but I think most doctors are crackpots"

"To be fair, most of us are" He chuckled "Miss Y/l/n. I'm a surgeon I chop limbs off for a living I'm not surprised people think I'm a crackpot"

"At least your honest about it, You don't really think there's anything wrong with me do you?"

"Well I have to bill your father for something, and he has a point about hysteria."

"I don't have hysteria"

"Do you even know what hysteria is?"

"It's when girls are so emotional"

"No it's a bundle of anxiety and other such troubles that can really cause issues if not dealt with, people just like to yell hysteria because it sounds scary" he explained "Have you been having any headaches? issues sleeping?"

"A little actually"

"See, but it fine very easily fixed up," He says "Will you lie down for me?"

"Alright, but if you pull out a saw I'm kicking you in the crotch" I warn moving to lie on my bed

"No saw, you just need a little massage that's all" he reassured

"That does sound nice" I smiled

"You ready?"

"I guess"

"Good, any discomfort let me know" he smiled setting his left hand on my stomach firmly but not pushing more settled there but firm enough to not move "knees up"

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me"

"Alright..." I nervously did as he asked putting my knees up and setting my feet on my bed

"Perfect, now just relax for me" he reassured his right hand touching my ankle and moving up my leg towards my

"Hey!" I said sitting up "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"It's a normal part of the procedure just stay relaxed okay" He reassured

"I'm watching you Dr Dawkins" I glared

"I know, you're watching me" he laughed as his hand moved up and softly stroked the lips of my pussy immediately I gasped and glared at him but he merely continued I did my best to just stare up at the ceiling unsure how to feel exactly not being helped by the fact even looking at the ceiling I still saw him in my view loomed over me, as he slipped a finger inside of me it felt so nice his slender strong fingers moving to rub and push gently massaging me from the inside "Everything alright?"

"Uhh yeah" I nodded sheepishly

"Good, you have a lot of pressure built up" He says

"I do?"

"Yeah I'm gonna have to be a little more aggressive let me know if it's too much okay?" He says his massaging and rubbing now became much harder I did my best to bite my lip and not react to the feeling building between my legs the likes of which I had only really felt in small doses myself now feeling it building without hesitation or my own control,

"It's fine" I gulped

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah" I nodded

"It'll all be okay once we get this sorted," He says getting faster even slipping in another finger working them in tandem to send bubbles of pleasure through me by now I was really struggling almost drawing blood from my lip trying not to gasp too much or reveal to him just how much it was making me feel giggly. "Just a little more..." He says his fingers getting more intense

I gripped my sheets in a death-like grip, my vision flooding with bubbles, my whole body shook, uncontrollably I squealed and even squirted on his hand and the bed as waves of pleasure washed from my curled toes to the very tips of my fingers

"There we go, perfect." he smiled taking his hand away and cleaning it off "That should clean up any potential hysteria but the key is preventative measures and up-to-date treatment" He explained

"Uhhh okay" I gasped sitting up a little

"Preventative, gets some sleep. Stay off the sugary treats. and maybe have a day where you loosen your corset a little"

"Okay" I nodded

"And as far as treatment goes, weekly appointments should curve the hysteria."

"Weekly?"

"Yes weekly, I'll handle it till we know when the other doctor is coming back that alright?"

"Yeah that uhh that's fine, so I'll be seeing you every week?"

"Every week, Pop into my office one day next week so long as that's okay with you?"

"That's fine Dr Dawkins" I blushed "I'll be happy to is uhh Thursday alright" I giggled

"Thursday is perfect for me,"

"Good," I smiled nuzzling into his neck a little

"uhh? You wanna get down?"

"Okay" I smiled

"Alright, here we go" He smiled picking me up and helping me off the bed given my legs were utterly jelly "Now, I'll see you Thursday and I need to let your father know what we've done today"

"Ohh Uhh maybe don't tell my father" I blushed

"I have to bill him for something? Don't worry I'll keep your privacy" he reassured before taking his things "Good evening Miss Y/l/n"

"Good evening Dr Dawkins" I giggled before he left my room and I collapsed back on my bed "Whoa-"

I smiled climbing into my hot steamy bathtub and letting it relax my body, but I didn't want to waste time grabbing my soap and scrubbing my skin within an inch of its life being a tad more aggressive than I likely needed to be but I wanted to make sure I was lovely and clean. I slowly climbed out and got dry doing my hair in a sweet beautiful style, getting into one of my prettiest day dresses and heading out.

I smiled as I waited patiently doing my best not to bite my lip or seem too excited.

"Ahh there you are Miss y/l/n" The doctor smiled as he came from his office cleaning his hands on a dirty rag "I was wondering when I'd see you" He chuckled "Shall we then?"

"Absolutely Dr Dawkins" I giggled happily following him into the office

"Here we are, up you go," he said tapping the table

"Yes doctor" I smiled climbing up onto the table

"Ohh before I forget," he said grabbing a pillow from his own office chair and giving it a plump before setting it on the table and tapping it invitingly

"Aww How kind of you" I smiled laying down and settling on the pillow

"Well this isn't my usual business so I want to make sure you're comfortable" he smiled "So? All ready?"

"All ready" I smiled

"You mind lifting your dress?"

"Of course sorry" I blushed moving my legs and my dress

"Perfect, It's such a lovely dress I don't want to damage it"

"That's very kind of you doctor" I smiled as I felt his hand moving up my skirt I did my best to bite my lip but not look too eager but the moment his hand made contact I struggled not to moan as his fingers found their way inside me

"Ohh my, very tense today." He says "You been doing what I recommended?"

"Yes doctor"

"Alright, we'll see how it goes today we might have to give you a few extra appointments"

"More appointments?"

"we might have to."

"Well if you think so doctor" I blushed feeling the intense pleasure from his fingers until I bit my mouth hard gripping the table as I reached my orgasm

"There we are" He smiled "All done"

"Thank you doctor" I smiled sitting up and doing my best not to turn red

"Did you want a hand getting down?"

"Yes please" I nodded he happily picked me up letting me nuzzle into his neck as he helped me to my feet

"There now get yourself home and I'll see you next week"

"Yes doctor" I nodded

#thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut

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justmeinadaze · 11 months

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Take It Out On Me Part 12 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *taps mic* Is...is this thing on? Am I back on Tumblr? Lol I was totally going to post this last night but I couldn't log in on any of my devices lol

I need you to be proud of me when you read this because it took all my power to not go full "I'm in Control" and leave this chapter with ALL the angst! Lol Make no mistake...*evil laughs* There is angst but I didn't end it with a cliffhanger that would have y'all upset with me until I wrote the next chapter lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie and Plus Size sub reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Light smut with all the angst, Y/N is referred to a lot as a whore/slut, mentions of aftermath from the last chapter (blood, cuts, bruises), Eddie talks about his trauma with his parents abandoning him.

There is a phone call and Steve's dialogue is in RED.

I'm not going to lie that's more or less the main theme of this chapter is that feeling OF being abandoned. These three are going through it but thankfully they have each other. This, however, is a completely new feeling to Y/N so I think that's why she reacts the way that she does (you'll see what I mean.)

Word Count: 5109

Your eyes remain on the floor as you sit in the principal’s office, numb to his words as he continues to shout at the other boys in the room. Blood drips from Eddie’s fingers as it flows from his knuckles where he repeatedly punched the other student in the face. Steve’s hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking the cuts and scrapes that currently adorned his own features.

“2 months. You seriously can’t wait 2 months till you’re out of my school to pull a stunt like this?!”, Mr. Higgins screeched. “Mr. Martin and Mr. Martinez, we do not use that kind of language at our school and we certainly don’t write it.”

“Yeah. That’s why we kicked their ass. Because words like ‘slut’ are not tolerated here at Hawkins High.”, Eddie sassed.

“You didn’t ‘kick our ass’, freak. You’re just lucky we didn’t get to finish.”

“Didn’t get to finish. I’m sure you’ve heard many women say that to you in the past.”

“Fuck you, Munson!”

“ALRIGHT! That’s enough.” Everyone becomes silent again as the principal rises to his feet. “Everyone is suspended for a week and be glad I don’t bar you from graduation.”

“If I may.”, Mr. C clears his throat as he pats Mr. Higgins shoulder trying to calm him down. “Since Mr. Munson and Mr. Harrington were trying to defend a fellow student being bullied maybe for them, we can cut that in half. Three days instead of a week.”

The principal sighs as you feel his eyes swivel your way. “Y/N, my apologies. I forgot you were here.” He turns back towards his colleague when you don’t look his way. “Did she fight anyone?”

“No. She was the one that they…”

“Okay, okay. I get it. Um, fine. Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington. You two are suspended for three days and Y/N, go ahead and head home. Take the rest of the day to recoup and we’ll count it as excused, ok?” Again, you don’t answer causing him to exhale once more. “Maybe…we should call your parents to pick you up…”

“Pfft, good luck with that. We heard they gave her to the Harringtons. How much are whores now a day, Stevie?”

Steve stood up angrily and your teacher quickly intervened. “Out now! And make no mistake, your parents will be called.” The other boys grumbled under their breath as they left slamming the door behind them. “You three follow me.”

As he leads you out into the hallway, Masie jumps up from the floor she had been sitting on. “Y/N! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I was just surprised… what-what happened?”

“Miss Collins, go back to class.”

Your best friend huffs as her jaw tightens. “No! She’s my friend and I’ve known her way longer these two. Before Steve Harrington grew a fucking conscience and Eddie Munson decided to meddle in her life like she was his personal barbie doll!”

Both men froze in place causing Mr. C to push them forward till he reached his now empty classroom. “Sit. All four of you.”, he commanded. “Except Mr. Munson. Stand in front of me here.” Eddie cautiously did as he was told as the teacher dug into his desk, pulling out a gigantic first aid box. “You’re not a teacher if you aren’t ready for everything.”

He reaches out to grab the metalhead’s hand, sliding off his rings before he begins cleaning the man’s wound. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I had a feeling. Since detention last year, I noticed the three of you hanging out more. To be honest, it was kind of nice to see Y/N get out of her shell.”

Masie scoots closer to you as she brushes some of your hair out of your face with her fingers. Eddie winced as his teacher began wrapping his hand with gauze. “Like almost everyone in this town, I grew up with your parents. Al Munson and I had a few classes together before he dropped out of school. Bill Harrington swung his dick around these halls like a fucking peacock. The original King Harrington for sure.”

He tapped Eddie up before gesturing towards an empty seat and beckoning Steve forward. When the boy didn’t move, Mr. C rolled his eyes as he grabbed his kit and kneeled in front of him to clean his face.

“Your parents, Y/N, were just troublemakers, I swear to God. I remember one time your dad pulled the fire alarm to get everyone outside just so he’d have an audience when he sang ‘Let’s Stay Together’ by Al Green in a microphone in the quad to your mom.”, he chuckles at the memory as your eyes close and a tear falls down your cheek.

“After they got married, I guess they decided to put things like that behind them. I never knew Wayne. He had already graduated when we started school and I believe trying to take care of your grandpa. The stories I heard; your uncle always seemed like a good man.”

He bandages Steve’s eye and hands him an ice pack to hold against it. After putting everything away, he comes around to lean against the front of his desk.

“Boys, your fathers only ever cared about themselves even after they got married and started a family. Y/N, your parents knew they were in love the minute they met each other. I know Bill is over exaggerating this thing here because he needs to look like the good guy so I know the rumors aren’t true. I also know that if you are in a relationship with these two it’s real because you were raised by two people who actually made me believe love exists. You’re not a slut, Y/N, and I’m sorry this is happening because people fucking suck in this town.”

“You two…”, he points towards the guys. “…I have watched grow up, scared you would repeat the pattern of your parents. Eddie, you’ve been in trouble more times than I can count and Steve, while it may sound crass, Masie is right. You were a bit of an asshole.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Today, maybe.”, he raises an eyebrow in her direction as she smiles.

“Since last year, I’ve noticed a change in all three of you. If this was toxic or bad in any way, I would recommend ending it now but… what I’m trying to say is don’t let these kids or your parents get to you like they did today. You have two more months. Then you can get out of here and do or be whatever you want. Fuck these narrow-minded people.”

Silently, you stand from your chair, exit the classroom and numbly head towards the parking lot. You hear feet behind you before a small hand touches your shoulder.

“Y/N… you want to come over?”

You aggressively nod at Masie’s question as the tears start to flow more freely now. As she drives away from the school, you hear the boys screaming your name as they try and run to catch up to the car.

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“This…this is my fault, Maze. I don’t know what to do. I just…I just want to go home. I don’t want my parents to hate me.”

“Honey, they don’t hate you. They just…they don’t understand. If I’m being honest, I barely do.”, she sighs. “But I’ve seen Eddie and Steve with you especially after that game. They were so scared those three days you were at home. They asked about you every day.”

“I don’t understand it either. I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted to be left alone! Now I’m ruining people’s lives…”

“Hm. That’s very self-righteous of you.” Your eyes meet hers as you glare angrily at her assessment. “Y/N, you’re acting like Eddie and Steve don’t have minds of their own and can make their own choices. They CHOSE to be with you. They CHOSE to pursue you. I imagine they didn’t have a choice of falling in love with you but that just comes naturally when people are around you.” You smirk as she laughs.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course, but I think you should call them at least. Let them know you’re okay.” She reaches for her phone, dancing it in front of your face before you concede and take it from her. “I’m going to go downstairs to get us some comfort food. Take your time.”

“Y/N?!” Eddie answers the phone after one ring. “Baby, is that you?”

“Hey Ed. Is, um, is Steve there to?” There’s silence on the other end. It takes him so long to answer you thought the line disconnected.

“Yeah, he’s…he’s right here. Are you still with Masie? Is she in the room?”

“I’m at her house right now. She’s in the kitchen getting food for us.”

“Y/N, why are you using our names then if we’re alone.”

“E-Eddie, I…” Your eyes start to tear up again as he huffs into the phone, listening as he talks to Steve in the background.

“Do you know where her friend lives?”

“No. Why the fuck would I know where Masie Collins lives?”

“Steve, something’s wrong. She sounds different and she’s not using our titles.”

“You don’t think…”

“Y/N, tell us where you are. We’ll come get you so we can talk, ok?”

“I-I-I… No.”

“Y/N…Think really hard about what you’re doing right now.”

“I am. I…this is my fault, Eddie. I can’t have you both ruining your futures and struggling because of me. You got hurt! Twice! Steve got cut off. All of our parents are falling apart. At least… at least if they think what they think already at school, Steve can go back to ‘King’ status and you can find someone you don’t have to constantly keep fighting for!”

“What about you, Miss high and mighty? Just going to live with your red-letter A slut badge alone for the next couple of months? What will you be doing while Steve and I will apparently knee deep in pussy and favoritism from the student body and our parents?”

“Did she really fucking say that?”

“Hm. Got real quiet all of the sudden. Come on, sweetheart. I really want to know what the plan is. What’s going to happen to you?”

You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle the cries as you heard the sound of a lighter close on his end.

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t know? I do. Things are just going to keep getting harder. These kids are still going to pull shit like they did today but you’ll be handling it alone. Some of the meatheads may get some ideas…be a bit grabbier than usual. I mean if you want to wear the moniker so badly maybe you can give them what they want. Steve and I have shown you a lot, haven’t we, princess?”

“Please…”, you beg.

“…fucking…I can’t…bitch…Eddie hang up.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! I fucking hate this! She thinks she’s doing us a goddamn favor?! Thanks for your sacrifice, Y/N! Now I have fucking no one! I gave you everything and I trusted you! I guess it doesn’t fucking matter now since apparently I’ll be rolling in money and fucking anything with legs…” His voice cracked as he spoke again, tearing your heart in half. “I thought her opinion about me changed. I guess she still sees me as that asshole from junior year. Fuck… I’m so stupid, dude.”

You break as they listen to you cry. Even though they are upset, it kills them to hear the sound.

“Y/N… if you think we’d stop fighting for you just because you break up with us or whatever…then you aren’t as smart as I thought you were. We can play this game if you want and it will fucking hurt but we meant what we said to your parents. We love you.”

“I love you to, Sir. You and Daddy.”

“There she is. There’s our girl. Tell me where you are, baby. Please.”

You quietly hang up the phone, laying on your side in Masie’s bed as you close your eyes and sob. Thin arms suddenly wrap around your stomach as your friend hugs you to her chest.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Everything will be okay.”

########

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to school today?”

“I can’t, Maze. I can’t handle all that today. I can’t handle seeing their empty desks.”

“You should go see them then.”

You shake your head as rub your arms. “I, um, I can’t. I’m going to go see my parents and then see what happens from there.”

“Can’t or won’t?” She nods when you don’t answer. “Y/N, I’m your best friend and I love you with all my heart. That’s why I’m doing this, okay?”

“Doing what?”

She looks out the window before opening the front door with a big grin right as Eddie had lifted his fist to knock. “Please come into my house. My parents are out of town this week but that doesn’t mean you can smoke inside and please no sex at least not on my bed.”

Your eyes widen as both boys slowly enter her home.

“I may have come upstairs too early yesterday and heard your conversation.”, Masie sighs as she comes over to take your hand. “I’ve never heard you cry like that and it frightened me a bit. I get that you think you’re doing what’s best for everyone especially them but it’s not fair to make that decision for them.” She gently kisses your cheek before reaching down to grab her backpack. “So I *69ed the number and gave them my address. I love you! Bye!”

Eddie smiles after her as she closes her front door and disappears.

“I like her.”

They both looked awful; like they hadn’t gotten any sleep. The metalhead reeked of cigarettes and both their faces were starting to bruise from where they had gotten hit. You slowly stepped forward, reaching out to touch Steve’s face but the boy quickly pulled back and moved away from you.

“No. I can’t…handle you touching me right now.”

Your hand recoiled as you blinked back tears. “Leave please.”

“No. Your friend is right. We deserve to have a say in this.”

“A say in what, Eddie?! What do I have to do to get you guys to understand!? I don’t want to be with you anymore!”

The man sighs as he turns towards his friend. “Last ditch effort it seems. She’s trying to hurt us to push us away.”

“Yeah, well that won’t work. She already tore my heart out last night.”

“And you’re still here, Steve. You were right! My opinion of you hasn’t changed. You’re still that fucking dumbass, preppy daddy’s boy I always thought you were! And you!”

“What about me, babe? Go ahead. I’m waiting.” Eddie started moving forward, pushing you with his chest as he tried to corner you. “Need some help? I’m a freak. I’m like my dad…a no-good trouble making bad boy.”

You loop around him as you run up the stairs, his feet heavy behind you. You try to slam the bedroom door in his face but he blocks it with his hand. “Come on, Y/n! I’m waiting.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, I can do that to, if you want. We can go back to how things used to be especially if you want everyone to continue thinking you’re a slut. Let’s be honest though, they are probably going to think that anyway but at least we can still play with you.”

“We can play this game better, little girl. You think you can hurt us to get us to go away?” Steve sat on the bed as he watched you two talk, his tone laced with venom. “You know what, fuck it, Munson. She wants to go back to being our little fuck toy again we can do that. She doesn’t love us anymore anyway, right? RIGHT?!”

Your hair blocked your face as your head hung down to your chest. Eddie stepped closer to you as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper to make sure you fully opened your ears and heard what he was about to say.

“Tell us you don’t love us anymore. Look Steve and I in the eyes and say those words. As soon as we hear them, we’ll leave. We’ll disappear from your life and you’ll never see us again after graduation. These next two months, we’ll leave you be and won’t even look your way. But I promise you, sweetheart, that won’t change how we feel about you. You’ll always be ours.”

Your eyes meet his soft brown eyes as you collapse in his arms. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed and takes a seat. Moving his shoulder, his palms grip your face as he forces you to look at him.

“I’m just…tired of people…getting hurt.”, you hiccupped. “These past couple…of nights…I dream about my…parents and how…they called me a slut. When we got to school…I saw what they wrote on the board…and the blood on your faces—”

“I know, baby. I know. It was scary. You’ve been through a lot these past few days. We weren’t looking to start a fight. Steve tried to erase it before you got there but those kids got in his face… they swung first.”

“Daddy… I’m sorry. I don’t think of you the same way I did before. You’re…not stupid. I wish I could protect you guys…I was trying to…”

“I know, Y/N. I just need some time, okay?”

You nod, curling into Eddie’s chest as you cry. “Princess, you don’t have to protect us. It’s our job to take care of you.” He rocks you back and forth as he continues to try and sooth you. “You do so much for us already. I meant what I said. No one has ever loved me or cared about me the way you do.”

“Come on. We should…head back to your trailer.”, Steve sighs as he stands and heads for the van.

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You left Masie a note telling her what happened and that you’d see her at school tomorrow. As you entered the trailer, Eddie told you about how Wayne gave him some money and since you weren’t there, he had run to the nearest store to grab some clothes he thought you would like including the pajamas he handed you to get changed into. Steve was silent the entire way home, lost in his own thoughts.

While the metalhead went outside to smoke a cigarette, an idea hit you. You wondered to where you remembered seeing Eddie’s uncle own collection of tapes, browsing them until you found what you were looking for.

Without making eye contact, you swooped back into the bedroom where Steve was laying on the mattress. After inserting the tape, you turned to face him, hands laced behind your back.

“Let’s Stay Together” began playing through the speakers, startling the man as he turned to face you. You smirked as you grabbed a brush on the dresser and held it to your lips like a microphone.

“I, I'm I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you.”

“Y/N, no. Not right now.”, Steve responds but you can tell its half-hearted.

“Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together Ooh, loving you forever Is what I need Let me, be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue.”

You grin as he softly smiles in your direction. Eddie, hearing the music, comes in to lean against the doorframe as he watches you dance and sing. Swaying your hips, you move towards him.

“Oh baby Let's, let's stay together ('gether) Lovin' you whether, whether Times are good or bad, happy or sad Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad.”

After leaning up to kiss his lips, you focus back on Steve, reaching for his hands to pull him to his feet. As you continue to sing, his palms land on your hips as he starts moving with you making your smile grow as your face presses against his chest. He clings to you, threading his fingers through your hair as the song ends and a new one begins.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I love you so much.”

“Yeah, baby. Me to.”

***

That night you three crashed before the sun had fully descended, completely exhausted from the last few days.

The sound of you groaning in your sleep caused Eddie to grumble awake a little after midnight. His hand that was currently resting on your hip casually drifted up to brush your hair back and caress your face.

“It’s…it’s ok, baby. You’re…ok…”

Your face scrunched together as your body pushed back against Steve’s chest, jostling his eyes open.

“Wha…huh. I’m here!”

“SH! She’s having a nightmare again.”

The man behind you sighed as his arm tightened around your frame. “We’re here, baby girl. You’re safe.” Eddie’s eyes scanned your face as his friend soothed you, his own thumb gently rubbing against your skin trying to calm you.

The metalhead scooted himself closer to you, tracing his fingers along your lips as you continued to mumble.

“Y/N, come back to us, sweetheart.”, he whispers as he tenderly kissed your forehead. As he continued to place soft kisses along your face, his hand slowly slid under the waistband of your panties, cupping your sex in his palm. “Come back, baby.”

Eddie’s fingers gradually dip through your folds, circling your clit as his lips land on yours. Steve’s own mouth sucks on your shoulders and neck as his hands glide under your shirt, rubbing your soft tummy.

“I love you, honey. Everything is ok. Your Daddy and Master are here.”

Your face steadily began to relax as your body curved into the boy behind you, you hand reaching out to land on the other boy’s back as you tried to pull him closer.

“I love you to, princess. My beautiful, perfect girl. Can you open those gorgeous eyes for me?”

A soft moan left your lips as Eddie thrust two fingers into your core. “Ed-Eddie?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m right here. Can you feel me touching you, pretty girl?”

You subtly nod your head, still not fully awake and aware. “Steve?”

“I’m here to, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” His hands slid further up your body as he massaged your breasts, rough fingertips playing with your nipples.

“Can you do what I asked, little one? Can you open your eyes and look at me?” Your hand abruptly clings to his shoulder as your eyes open meeting his beautiful chocolate ones. “There she is. Back where she belongs.”

Your grip moves to his bicep, your other hand holding on to Steve’s under the pillow as Eddie pumped his fingers faster.

“Please…”, you whimper as his forehead presses to your own. “Please, Sir. Make me cum.”

The sound of your slick filled his room as his hand moved faster between your legs. Roughly, you reached for him, yanking his lips to yours; the move itself startling him as he wasn’t used to you being forceful like that.

You panted against his face as you came hard, tears flowing heavily down your cheeks as you slowly came back down from your high. The problem was… you couldn’t stop them. You fell asleep into a nightmare and woke up in heaven. Even though it would have been because of you, you almost lost them and for almost a day you had. The love they felt for you, how good they made you feel, the dates, movie nights in, the protectiveness, the way Eddie made you laugh, and the way Steve made you smile… for a moment it was gone.

“Y/N, baby, you’re leaving us again. Come back.”

You hugged your arms around him, pulling the metalhead as close as you could before tugging at Steve’s hand to bring him closer to your back.

“Honey…”

“I’m sorry.”, you whispered. “I just wanted to help…”

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Your father flung open the front door angrily after looking through the peep hole and seeing both boys on his front step.

“Get away from my house.”

“We’re not here to cause any trouble. We just wanted to get some of her things so she has what she needs till she graduates.”

Eddie decided before they got there that Steve should do the bulk of the talking, afraid that either he would agitate things or not be able to control his temper.

“Look, she wants to play adult and live this kind of life she can buy new things.”

“Sweetie.”, he exhaled at the sound of your mom’s voice. “Where is she?”

“She’s at school.”

“Why aren’t you two there?”, your dad asks in a sarcastic tone. “Fighting I’m guessing by your faces. Jesus, my daughter she can pick them. TWO of them it seems!”

“We got into a fight defending your daughter because some assholes decided to call her a slut in front of the entire classroom!”, Eddie snarled in their direction. “Yeah, but we’re the fuckers.”

“Eddie…”, the other boy warned. “Please, sir. Wayne has already done enough taking us in. Let us do this and we’ll be out of your hair.”

Your mom lightly pushes him aside and gestures towards your room. They quickly head that way, grab a duffle bag from your closet, and begin filling it with clothes.

“Did she not want to come herself?”

“Not exactly, ma’am. She doesn’t know we’re here. We, um…never mind.”, Steve smiles politely as he focuses on his task.

Eddie softly grins as he looks at pictures along your desk. There were so many images of you and Masie together along your vanity mirror. In frames, you had a lot of photos of you and your family including one of you making funny faces with your cousins in New York. He paused, however, when he moved some things to the side and found some images of you three hidden under some of your school papers.

“No, please, tell me. I want to hear it.”, you mother sits on your bed as she waits for his answer.

There was a polaroid you had taken when they were finally able to take you to the beach. The sun paled in comparison to your smile that day as you constantly beamed at them while swimming in the water or pushing your toes into the sand. You suggested a photo and Steve held it up high to get all three of you as you kissed his cheek and Eddie wrapped his arm around your neck.

“Fun at the beach! 1984 : ) I love these idiots!”

Another picture was one Steve must of taken when he took you to that play. You were wearing a gorgeous blue gown he had bought you. You didn’t know but his friend had spent hours with him wondering the mall trying to find something you would like. Steve kept insisting it had to be “beautiful like her”. In the photo, your back was leaning against his chest and he had his arm wrapped around your chest as his cheek pressed to yours.

“Night at the theater 1983. The play was great but the company was better *Muah!*”

“She’s been crying a lot these passed two days. At first, we thought it was the shock of everything and what happened in school yesterday but… she misses you both. After what your husband did, we were afraid that…even if she came with us…her having to see you two mad at her and looking down on her…it would just hurt her more.”

This photo Eddie didn’t even know you had taken. You held the camera above you both as he slept, his back had a good gleam of sweat still reflecting off his pale skin. Some of your make up had smeared down your eyes and your head was turned, looking at him with eyes full of compassion.

“Finally saw Dio with this goofball <3 1983.”

“We meant what we said, Mrs. Y/L/N. We love your daughter and I’m sorry but we aren’t going to let you guys break her heart again.”

Eddie grabbed all your pictures and a couple of the frames, throwing them on top of your clothes as he cuts Steve off to zip up the bag.

“Come on, man. I think we have everything.”, the metalhead mumbled as he started heading for the hallway.

As they reached your front door, Steve turned around to face them both. “Thank you. Once we get an apartment or something we’ll come back for the rest. Her things and mine won’t all fit in Wayne’s trailer.”

“Both my parents abandoned me.”, Eddie blurted. Everyone in the room froze in place as they faced him. “My mother ran off to protect herself and never came back for me. She knew how he was especially with me and she left anyway. My father chose to continue to break the law instead of shaping up and being a dad. “

“Steve’s parent’s abandon him in that big ass house. For as long as I’ve known him, his dad was either on vacation or a business trip in another country with his mother. When Mr. Harrington is in Hawkins, he’s focused on his own business instead of his son. When we met Y/N, I’ll be the first to admit we were both assholes. It’s always been amusing to me how she thinks she doesn’t do enough for us yet she helped make us who we are today. She’s sweet, funny, extremely tough, so beautiful…I mean I could go on!”, he chuckles before continuing.

“She tried breaking up with us the other night because she thought it would make everyone happy and according to her best friend it nearly broke her. I want you to think about that while you two are sitting alone in this house. That you would rather abandon her or have her be unhappy then to accept that she’s in love in with two people. That you would jump to calling her a whore then to understand how she’s feeling. She deserves better than that.”

With that he turned on his heels and headed for his van. Steve gave your parents one final nod, silently agreeing with Eddie before following him out the door.

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Benefits of Car Troubles (part 2)

Summary: Things continue to get complicated between Leigh and Y/n.

Warning: Smut 18+

A/N: Sorry it took so long for this, life gets in the way sometimes. Also I didn't edit this, I apologize for the errors. Thank you @karsonromanoff for the suggestion in the beginning! I hope y'all enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

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Leigh clears her throat and blinks away the tears as she thinks on her feet. “This is my friend, Y/n. I told you I was going out with them and their girlfriend and Jules,” she explains. “You probably don’t remember that I told you I might spend the night here because you wouldn’t look up from your phone for five seconds to hear me,” her words are sharp and you’re trying to hide your surprise. You knew that she could make up excuses but to flat out lie when there was clear evidence against her statements raised some flags for you.

The man looks between you and his wife and her attire and the clothes sprawled along the floor. He takes a deep breath through his nose and nods a few times before bursting out into laughter. He starts shaking his head, you and Leigh exchange a quick look then return your gazes to him. “Figures you were seeing someone. I mean,” he starts to catch his breath but finds the situation too amusing. “I have been having an affair for over a year and I’ve been sloppy about hiding it. Come on, you made it so easy! Those pills take me a couple weeks to adjust, not months! I just thought you were in denial or okay with it. But this,” he gestures to you and her, “this explains it.”

Leigh thought it would hurt to hear the words from Matt. To actually have him admit to what he was doing behind her back. But it does the opposite. It fills her with a relief that the problems with her marriage weren’t because of her. They started with him. However, she is pretty upset that instead of coming to her with these problems, he found someone else to be with while still being married to her. “So that’s it then, we’re getting a divorce,” Leigh says as she pushes him out of the apartment but it looks like Matt has more to say.

She shuts and locks the door and while he’s banging on the door, demanding to be let back in, she leans her body against the wooden surface. You are pulling your sleep pants off of her and burying your face in her pussy without her having to ask you to. Leigh moans as loud and dramatically as she can to assure that Matt can hear her. “Oh yeah, babe! You’re so much better than my husband!” She shouts and that’s what causes the banging to stop. But so do you, Leigh looks down and doesn’t find you between her legs anymore.

She looks around, confused that you disappeared. A soft knock on the door behind her startles her enough to make her jump. She opens the door and that’s when her eyes open. Leigh sits up and scans the unfamiliar room to remind herself where she is. There was a picture of you and who she assumes is your dad working on a car on the dresser and she smiles. You were a little kid in the picture and she thought you looked so sweet. Leigh relaxes a little as she tries to remember falling asleep, but she couldn’t.

Leigh knew she was tired from last night and this morning, but she didn't realize how exhausted she was until you left her alone in your room. Sliding out of your bed, she dresses into something appropriate and makes herself coffee in the kitchen. That's when you come in to check on her again. “Hey sleepyhead, you're up,” you greet with a warm smile. “Teddy had a question for me and when I came back to you, you were fast asleep. I thought I’d let you rest up while I helped open the place up.” You meet her in the kitchen and kiss her cheek. “How’d you sleep?”

The machine stops pouring the beverage and Leigh takes the mug before she answers your question. “I slept pretty well, but had a weird dream,” she adds a few things into the coffee. She was happy that you had a similar taste as her.

You frown at the mention of her dream and lean against the counter by the sink, across from her. “Was it bad weird or good weird?”

Leigh shrugs, “It was just weird. Ended pretty good though.”

You raise your eyebrows in interest, “Oh? How so?”

She smirks as she sets the mug down and steps closer to you. “Well, it ended the same way things started last night,” she says as she kisses you on the lips. “With me against the front door and your tongue working its magic,” she continues. You smile at the thought of her having a dirty dream about you and how normal all of this feels between the two of you. Her in your apartment, making herself coffee. Of course a part of you wants to ask her to make up her mind already and choose you. But you quiet the voices in your head and stay in this moment with her.

“I,” you start, wanting to say the words she already asked you not to. “I was going to order lunch and came to see if you wanted any or if you had somewhere to be?”

Leigh steps back and you watch her grow tense from your question. “I probably should go,” she says softly. You nod, keeping your thoughts to yourself. It was better to keep your mouth shut than to do something ridiculous like beg her to stay. Part of her wishes that you would, tell her that this is more than just sex for you. That you would make promises to her that would give her the strength to leave her husband. But another part of her is thankful for your patience. Thankful that you were sticking around, waiting for her to be ready. Waiting for her to get her life together before you asked more of her.

Once Leigh and her car are gone, you have your assistant order lunch for everyone while you stay in your apartment during the break. You don’t know if you can do this with her anymore. Was it worth it? Was she worth it? Yes, your heart answers almost immediately. It wasn’t what you wanted. Never had you ever thought you would find yourself in such a situation where you fell in love with a married woman. When this started, she had said the marriage was practically over. That there were divorce papers being drawn up and everything. Then you slowly found out that wasn’t the case, by then it was already too late for you. She was so easy to fall in love with.

A knock on your door disrupts your thoughts. You open it to find Teddy holding a couple takeout bags and a drink tray. “Thought you might like some company,” she says with a soft smile. You open the door wider and step to the side to allow her further into the apartment. “So, she spent the night,” she starts once you’ve joined her at the table. You nod as you unwrap your burger. “Is that progress or was that the last time?”

You sigh and think while you chew your food. “I don’t know. With her… it’s hard to tell what is in my head and what is true.”

She nods and plays with her fries a bit, “What’s in your head right now?”

You shrug and take a sip of the soda you got, “That she truly loves me and that she wants us to work and that she is going to tell her husband about us. That she will continue to fight for us when she does tell him.” The admission forms a lump in your throat and fills your body with doubt. None of that is true. Teddy asks what the truth is and you push your burger away from you. “I think I might have to end it. If our love is real, me walking away could prove that. Either we find our way back to each other when the time is right or… and as much as this pains me to say… we don’t.”

Teddy reaches across the table and squeezes your hand. “It’s up to you,” she states, bringing no comfort or clarity. It wasn’t her job to do that, though it would have been nice. You knew where she stood in this situation. In her mind, you were only the getaway car for Leigh. Whatever relationship you built with Leigh wasn’t going to last forever. Part of you agreed with her but otherwise, you wanted to have hope that she could be proven wrong. The two of you finish your meals in silence and then get back to work.

You don’t hear from Leigh that night or the next day or the day after that. She hadn’t made a promise that she was going to call you later but you still expected at least a text message. You thought that night she spent with you had meant as much to her as it did to you. She told you that she loved you and now she couldn’t bother to at least tell you that she was okay. Unless it was just her way of paying you for fixing her car. In that case, it made you feel cheap and used. You tried not to think of it like that. It was just a seduction technique when she said that’s what that was.

Nonetheless, by the end of the third week when you haven’t heard back from her, you go out to a bar. You pick up the first girl that catches your attention, you fuck her in the back seat of her car, and you go home alone. Looking at yourself in the mirror the next day is a challenge but you need to move on from her. You’re almost certain she has moved on from you. Maybe with her husband or maybe with someone new. Someone who can handle a physical relationship without complicating it with feelings. You just wish she at least let you go before she did. So you could stop feeling like you had cheated on her. It puts you in a bad mood all day even though you feel justified in your actions.

However, you don’t go out again and when a client flirts with you a few days later, you don’t reciprocate it. Teddy tells you to stop beating yourself up about it and encourages you to find someone new. Someone available. Then you remind her that the last time you took her advice, you took a creative writing class and ended up here. She points out that when she made that suggestion, getting involved with a married woman was never part of it.

“Don’t blame me for your shitty life choices,” she says before she leaves the building for the day. You shake your head and start closing up the shop. It was then that the ringtone you had set for a specific person rings for the first time in what feels like forever.

Your heart picks up and you look at the name on the contact. You blink a couple of times to assure yourself that it’s real. Then you quickly answer. “Hello,” you fumble on your greeting and make a face a yourself for sounding so stupid.

“Hey,” she whispers, “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to contact you again.”

“I figured that you decided to commit to your husband,” you respond, not wanting to dance around the truth anymore.

The line goes quiet and you wonder if she hung up on you but when you look at the screen, the numbers on the call continue to rise. You put the phone back to your ear and wait for her to say something. As she continues to be quiet, you climb up the stairs so you can sit down while you wait for her. Debating whether or not you should hang up on her since she clearly doesn’t care to stay for a half decent conversation with you.

“I chose you,” she states a bit louder this time, no longer whispering.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you reply in a short tone. Tired of being strung along.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry about that,” she says sincerely. “I just,” she sighs. “I’ve been focusing on me at the moment, because in order to be with you I have to do that. I have to focus on me and on my happiness and on getting out of my marriage.” Guilt starts to creep in on you but had she told you any of this before she practically ghosted you without a warning, you would have been more understanding. You might have waited.

“I slept with someone,” you say, not knowing what else to say. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong,” you take a breath to gather your words to express your frustration. “You left without another word and never responded to my texts so I figured I would move on from you and I slept with someone. It wasn’t good and I couldn’t get you out of my mind… I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You’re not entitled to it but… I don’t know, I thought I should be honest with you. At least.”

The call ends as your rambling does, you scoff to yourself and drop the device on the coffee table in front of you. Maybe it's finally over, the thought brings no relief. Only more heartache. But then your phone lights up with a notification. The message just says, “Let me in.” Confused, you get up and open the door. Finding no one around, you hurry down the stairs to open the entrance to the shop door.

“Leigh?” you call out to the darkness. She comes into the light and your heart fills with relief at the sight of her. But then it tightens painfully and tears spring to the back of your eyes. “You’re here,” you say with surprise.

“I’m here,” she says as she starts to undo the belt around her trench coat. “I’m here for you,” she starts working on the buttons. Knowing where this was headed, you put your hand over hers and shake your head to stop her.

“I can't, Leigh,” your voice cracks as you keep your gaze low, unable to look her in the eye. Because the both of you know that you're lying. You can and you want to, so badly. But you have to push her away. You have put a stop to this. Otherwise you're sure you'll go insane waiting around for her when she inevitably disappears from you again.

“I left him,” she says but you don't look at her yet. You don't want to know what she looks like when she lies to you because it doesn’t feel like the truth. “We still need to have the papers drawn up but I left him. When I went home after that night he told me that he was in love with someone else and—”

“So you didn't leave him,” you sigh, slightly disappointed. “He left you,” you remove your hand from hers. Before this, you already questioned whether or not she really loved you. This brings it to a whole other level of uncertainty.

“No,” Leigh steps closer, “I left him. I moved out. I'm living with my mom right now because I couldn't stay there anymore. I chose you!” She takes your hand and you let her but you don’t close your fingers around her. You’re not ready to let her win this one. Not yet, at least. Not when she has left you hanging for months. She can’t just come back and expect you to accept her with open arms. Not when she hurt you the way she did. Not when she made you believe she really loved you, then didn’t contact you once afterwards. Had she taken a second to let you know that she was busy or that things have been hectic and she will update you when she can, you might have been more willing to hear her out right now. But you’ve been going insane with scenarios of what could be happening to her and thinking that you did something to drive her away.

You lift your head and look out to the street where other businesses were. Several of them are still open. You could see other people and wonder if their lives were easier than this. You almost wish you could trade places with them. None of them know Leigh, none of them have been hurt by her. None of them had to think about her everyday. “What would you have done had he not told you about his affair? Would you have told him about yours that day? Have you told him?”

“I… I don't know what I would have done. I might've waited a little longer before telling him. But that–”

“So he knows about us?” You finally look at her and you can see the gears turning in her head. You know the answer before she says it.

“Well, no, but what does it matter now? My marriage is finally over! We can have this,” she gestures between the two of you and tries to pull you closer by your hand but she is only able to pull your hand to her chest. Instead of being discouraged, she puts your hand flat against her chest where her heart beats. “We can really have this. Isn't that enough?”

In truth, you want it to be. You want the love to be enough but you don’t know that when she leaves here in the morning that she will return. Even a little text message. And without that small piece of trust… nothing will be enough to make this work. “How do I know that you mean it? How do I know that you’re not just using me because you feel bad right now? How do I know that this is as real for you as it is for me?”

Leigh places her hand on your cheek and, against your better judgment, you lean into her touch. Her hand is a little cold but the warmth of your cheek warms it up. “I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” she drops the hand she held hostage so she can have both of her hands on your face. “Please,” her pleading tone creates a lump in your throat. “Please let me love you. Please be patient with me. Please give me one more chance,” she pulls your forehead against hers and closes her eyes. She doesn’t try to kiss you because she knows that will lead you to believe this is only sexual for her. Instead she holds you to show you that this is intimate. That she feels what you feel and your heart can’t help but reach out for her. You place your hands on her hips and bring her in for a tight embrace. She follows your lead and removes her hands from your face to wrap her arms around your shoulders.

After a few more minutes of standing outside you step out of the hug and invite her inside to your apartment. She kisses your cheek as she accepts and lets you lead the way. Once you’ve locked the doors and brought her into your home you ask if she wants to take her coat off after the both of you remove your shoes and she blushes as she hesitates. “What?” You ask.

“Um, I had a very different idea of how this night would play out. I think it’s best that I keep this on,” she says as she sits on the couch.

“Are you completely naked under that?” A slow smirk curls your lips as you ask.

Leigh crosses and uncrosses her legs as she shifts nervously under your amused gaze. “Technically, we’re all completely naked under our clothes.”

You can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as you join her on the couch. You put your arm around her and gently undo the tie up belt on her coat. “How did you think this night was going to play out?”

She watches your every move carefully so she can know what she is allowed to do. But the energy shift makes her feel safe enough to do exactly what she wanted to do when she got in the car to get here. “I could tell you, but I think it would be better to show you,” she stands up and stands in front of you as she opens up the coat to reveal her red lingerie and her smooth skin. The coat falls to the floor as you find it hard to breathe. Leigh only makes it tougher as she straddles your lap. “I missed you,” she whispers against your lips, without kissing you.

You reach out to touch her but she pushes your hand away and shakes her head. She adjusts her position so that your thigh is pressed up against her pussy. She starts to rub herself against your thigh and you have to bite your lip to keep from touching her. Then she makes a satisfied noise and you can’t help but try to kiss her. Which makes her rise up and take a couple steps back. Seeing her arousal on soaking her underwear makes your mouth water, knowing how good she tastes. You let out a frustrated sigh through your nose. “Are you trying that power play bullshit?” You repeat the words she said to you the last time that the two of you were together.

Leigh hooks her thumbs through the straps of her panties, “Maybe I wanted to give you something special. You deserve a special night my love.” As she talks, she shimmies out of her red panties and instead of leaving the garment on the floor she turns around to give you a full view of her bare ass as she bends over and picks it up. You have to stop yourself from falling to your knees and burying your face in her pussy. She spins on her heels again and teases you with her panties. She tosses it at you but that’s not what you want. It’s her. It’s all of her.

You no longer remember what air is as you watch her so closely. Leigh enjoys your hungry gaze. To reward you, she slips two of her fingers between her folds to collect her juices. She makes you think that she is going to put her fingers in your mouth but instead she lightly touches your bottom lip, leaving some of her arousal behind, then sucks her own fingers. Lost in the moment you slowly run your tongue along your lip to savor the taste. Never taking your eyes off of her. When she is done, she removes her bra and climbs on your lap again. She runs her nails through your hair as the two of you gaze into each other's eyes. Having her body so close to yours and not being able to touch her was driving you crazier than when she wouldn’t talk to you because she is right here, available to you and she is making you wait even longer.

“Please,” you finally begin to beg. “Please, Leigh, I need to touch you. I need you, baby, I need you so bad.”

She stops playing with your hair and she leans in for a kiss, “Then have me.”

No longer restraining yourself, you eagerly meet her lips with yours and place your hands on the sides of her abdomen. As you kiss her, you move your hands all over her body. On her thighs, her ass, her breasts, everywhere. Leigh does the same, she starts grabbing at your clothing, trying to undress you. Feeling hot, you break the kiss to pull your shirt off and then quickly try to unbuckle your belt and undo your jeans fast enough but you want to focus on her so much more than your clothing. Leigh grabs your hands to make you stop and when you don’t she calls your name which snaps you out of your trance. “What?” You look at her breathlessly.

“Slow down, Y/n. There’s no need to rush, I’m not going anywhere,” she promises and you are hit with that reality. She is staying, she doesn’t have anywhere else to be for once. You nod and take a breath to get some oxygen to your brain. “I’m yours,” she says as if she can read your mind and knows that you need to hear that. “I’m all yours,” she repeats. You kiss her again, this time slower than before. You press your naked chest against hers and enjoy the feel of her skin against yours. You weave your fingers through her soft brown hair and then you gently remove her from your lap and place her on the seat beside you.

You fully pull your pants and underwear off and kick them to the ground. You stand up and you toss your socks on your pile of clothes. “Come on,” you hold your hand out for her. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She takes your hand and the two of you practically skip to your bedroom.

The next day, you don’t have much time to be with her. Your alarm goes off, waking the both of you and you find out that you have to drive her home because she revealed to you that she used one of the car apps to get to the shop. You were shocked that she did that while wearing what she wore last night. She gets dressed and you throw on something quickly to get her home so that you have time to shower before work. When you are saying goodbye, a part of you is thinking that it’s going to happen again. That she isn’t going to keep the promises that she made to you last night. That you’re going to text her later and be met with no response from her.

“Can I call you later?” She asks after she kisses you one last time.

“Yeah,” you say, pretending to be cool and not showing how excited you are.

“Okay,” she grins at you. “I love you,” she says.

“I love you too,” you mirror her expression. Leigh steps out of your truck and you laugh as you watch her run up the steps of her mom’s house.

Things run smoothly for a few weeks. You text each other good morning and goodnight everyday. You talk on the phone for at least an hour at night. You take her on a couple of dates in another town to avoid running into people she knows, so she doesn’t have to feel like she has to explain herself. Then one morning, she doesn’t respond with a sweet good morning message. You give her a call at the usual time and she doesn’t pick up or call you back. You force yourself to sleep without her goodnight text.

Unsettled, you’re not sure if you’re supposed to spam her with messages to let her know that whatever she is going through, she doesn’t have to do it alone. You want to let her know that you’re there for her in any way possible. You want to hear from her. You need to know that she is okay. But you stop yourself from sending her those kinds of messages and trust that she will come back to you when she is ready. You read through the messages from the past few weeks to see if you said the wrong thing or misinterpreted something from her. Maybe she was letting you know that she didn’t really want you anymore and you didn’t see it. Maybe she fell out of love with you and you were so blind with excitement that you didn’t pick up on it. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

You fall asleep reading her last message that says she loves you and couldn’t wait for the date that Saturday. The next few days, you force your mind to shut off so that you can focus on work and trust that when you go to her mom’s house on Saturday night, she will be ready for you to pick her up. Teddy notices you spinning out again and she is tired of watching you put yourself through this again. She wanted to do something about it. She wanted to grab you and shake you out of it but she knew that she had to stay out of it. If she tried to intervene not only you would you hate and hurt her, but you could end up doing something stupid because of it. So, instead of telling you what she thinks about Leigh and the way she treats you, she makes sure that you don’t eat lunch alone. She even stays for dinner a couple of nights. And avoids talking about Leigh at all costs. But she contributes to distracting your mind and trying to get you to laugh.

Then the time comes for you to go pick up Leigh. You text her one last time to see if she’ll respond and when she doesn’t you’re uncertain if you should show up. But you do. You drive to her mothers house and nervously adjust your tie with a bouquet of flowers as you ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer the door.

When someone does, it’s not who you were waiting for. It was her sister that you’ve seen in a few pictures from Leigh’s social media profiles. “You need to go,” Jules says as she keeps the door close to her.

“What happened?” You ask as your heart drops.

“She can’t see you anymore. You have to leave,” she states more firmly.

“Please, I just need to talk to her. I just need to hear it from her.”

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did! Do you get off on seeing my sister in pain?” This time she grabs the bouquet and throws them to the ground and stomps on the flowers. “Leave!”

Hearing her sister be so demanding, Leigh rushes to the front of the house where she sees your confused expression just above her sisters’ head. “Oh no,” she says under her breath. “Jules!” She calls out and she pulls her sister away from the door. “It’s fine,” she says. Knowing that this will contradict the story she told her family. “It’s fine,” she repeats and tears spring to her eyes as she sees you standing there looking more hurt than she has ever seen you before. “Can you give us some privacy?” She asks her sister.

“Have you lost your mind already? Have the–”

“Jules! Please, just give us some privacy!” Leigh demands.

Jules huffs and she glares at you as she walks away. You nervously clear your throat as Leigh steps out of the house and closes the front door behind her. “I-I brought you flowers but, um, your sister hates me for some reason so they’re on the floor.” You point to the crushed flowers that Leigh closed the door on. It was quite the image. Kind of what you think your heart might look like after the way Leigh has treated it. “What’s happening, Leigh?”

Leigh licks her lips as she thinks of what to say but she is so afraid to tell you. It was hard enough to tell her family. Looking at her life, she felt so messy and not at all herself. But she had to tell you eventually. She wished that you were the type of person she painted you to be in her family’s eyes. The person that left her when she told you. So she could deal with this on her own. So that you wouldn’t actually leave her and that she could leave you and have it hurt less for her. She could handle ending things with you on her terms. She’s not sure she would be okay with you abandoning her.

With a deep breath, she looks to her twisted fingers and says, “I’m pregnant.” She never considered that you would hug her and choose to stay.

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"she can get a taste" — tyga

- - -

ALLISON

Trent Frederic.

Only the most annoying neighbor someone could possibly have. His snarky personality, his cocky demeanor, his massive ego…wildly unpleasant, to put it plainly.

I only know him because of Brady—my best friend. He has been since we were kids. I went to school with him for years, so it was only natural that we ended up gravitating toward one another. Not to mention we lived only one street away from each other.

When I started to go over to his house, I met his older brother, Matthew. I ended up becoming closer with him over the years, as well as their younger sister, Taryn.

Trent was friends with Matthew. They were only a year older than me and Brady, but Trent just loved to act like I was so much younger. He was usually at their house whenever I was, so I had the displeasure of seeing him more often than I would’ve liked to.

He’s the only person I know who calls me “Al”. And boy, do I hate it. I’ve told him countless times that I despise it, but he refuses to call me anything else. He knows it pisses me off—that’s why he does it.

In 2016, Matthew and Trent got drafted into the NHL. I was upset at the time about Matthew leaving—as I said, we had gotten close—but I felt a sense of relief that Trent would eventually be all the way out in Boston after college. I would barely have to see him anymore.

Then, Brady got drafted in 2018, and it was just me and Taryn.

Every year, the Tkachuks would host this big party and invite a bunch of people for Christmas. It was always fun for us, especially as kids. For a few years after the kids got drafted, they would continue the tradition. It’s gotten harder for them, though, and they eventually stopped doing it as a whole.

This year, they did something different. It would just be the kids—Matthew, Brady, Taryn, me, a few other friends…and Trent. I’d be seeing him for the first time in a few years.

Great.

- - -

I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, then waited for an answer. Not long after, it swung open, and a familiar face stood before me.

“Allison White,” his voice rang from the other side of the doorway. “As I live and breathe.”

He looked…different.

His hair was longer; curlier than it used to be. It was gelled up slightly and a loose strand hung in front of his forehead. He was wearing a suit—a light blue blazer with black pants, and a white collared shirt under it. His tie was red with white polka dots, and a brown belt sat at his waist.

His arms were…bigger. And a thick, titanium ring wrapped snugly around his right index finger.

But his face was the same. It always has been.

“Trent Frederic,” I sighed, folding my arms. “What a pleasure it is to see you again.”

He chuckled and stepped aside. “Come in before I lock you out.”

“Alright, alright.”

I walked past him, my arm brushing against his, then slipped off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack. I flattened my hands over my dress, smoothing it out before turning back around. Upon turning back, I found Trent standing still, his eyes fixated on me. A few moments passed before he looked back up, snapping out of his state, and spoke.

“Come on, Al.”

“Really?” I rolled my eyes, “I told you to stop calling me that. It makes me sound like a guy.”

“Oh no,” he pouted, taking a step forward, his back facing me as he walked away. Completely disregarding my complaint, he shouted, “Al’s here!” to the rest of the bunch and I shook my head, following behind him.

After walking inside, I greeted the others, some of whom I hadn’t seen in a long while. Eventually, the group sectioned off, and I ended up sitting at the kitchen island with Taryn and a few friends, just talking and having drinks. Trent went off with Matt, which wasn’t surprising, but he found a way to keep coming over and bothering me like he always did.

He pushed past me—roughly, at that—as he came into the kitchen to grab another drink.

“Do you mind?”

He turned around, a smug grin shaping his lips. “Me? Not at all,” he winked, then pushed me again as he walked out.

“Isn’t he cute?” one of Taryn’s friends asked, looking at me. “I wish that was me.”

“Hell no,” I shook my head. “He’s a dick. Trust me—no you don’t.”

“Man, I don’t care. Have you seen him? I would let him do whatever he wants to m—”

“Oh my God,” Taryn cut her off, “shut up!”

I laughed, picking up my glass and bringing it to my mouth once more to take a sip. She wasn’t wrong—Trent was good-looking, sure—but he was nothing more than an ass. It wasn’t often that a guy was more irritating than him.

I looked up to see Matt and Trent separating from the rest of their group and wondered where they were off to. But the thought ended up leaving my mind as quickly as it came.

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TRENT

Matt didn’t say anything when he wanted me pulled aside. He just elbowed my arm and nodded his head to motion me out. I stood up and followed him into an empty bedroom down the hall. I crossed my arms as he shut the door behind him, then walked over.

“What’s this about?”

“Listen, man, I’ve gotta talk to you about something,” he spoke, folding his arms as well. “It’s about Allison.”

I was confused when he mentioned her name. There wasn’t much to talk about when it came to her, other than the fact that the two of us never got along. It wasn’t exactly shocking, either. I only knew her in the first place because she was friends with Brady, and she was always over their house. It was like I was forced to see her no matter what. Our personalities clashed, anyway. She’s not all that different from me, so it came to nobody’s surprise that we wouldn’t exactly be fond of each other.

I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily. “What about her?”

“Before I say anything, you need to know that I was in the same boat as you before, alright? I didn’t believe it, either.”

“Believe what?”

He took a breath. “Allison’s got the hots for you, man.”

The laugh that came out of my mouth was almost instantaneous. Allison? Please. She’d rather throw herself into oncoming traffic than see me. And sometimes, I could say the same for her.

“Good one,” I said, patting him on the shoulder. “Seriously. You almost had me interested for a minute there.”

His expression fell flat with his voice. “I’m not kidding, Fred,” he said. “Taryn’s been talkin’ to me. She’s been telling me about how she mentions you constantly, how she’s all of a sudden taken an interest in the Bruins, all of this crazy shit. I’ve seen her more than you have recently and I’ve noticed it, too. I know you probably think we’re wrong, but even a bat can see it.”

“Oh, come on, dude. There’s no way that you actually believe that bullshit. None of that is even proof, you’re just talking out of your ass.”

There’s no fucking way that they’re right. She just roped him in with nothing to prove it but some speculations and he went with it. If she really felt that way I would’ve known it by now. And it wouldn’t just be Matt and Taryn suspecting it.

“She was watching your games, man,” he said, nodding his head. “She saw it with her own eyes. She went to her house to grab something and she could literally see the game on her TV in the back.”

“I don’t buy it. Just stop trying.”

“Whatever, man,” he sighed. “I just wanted to tell you in case you wanted to do something about it.”

“I’m not going to,” I told him, walking toward the door. “Nice talk.” I walked out of the room and back into the living room, then sat down.

I kept thinking about what Matt told me, though. She always hated me, I always hated her—that’s how it was supposed to be. That’s what it was. It was never anything more than that, and it wasn’t going to be. I continued to tell myself that he was wrong, even as the thought of him being right began to plague my thoughts.

He was wrong, even though she was caught watching games. He was wrong, even though she apparently would always talk about me. He was wrong, even when I would look over and catch a glimpse of her looking my way, then turn back around as if she was never looking at all. He was wrong. That’s what I had to keep telling myself. Keep convincing myself.

But even I didn’t buy it anymore.

- - -

The rest of the night sort of happened in a blur. Matt’s words hadn’t stopped echoing inside of my head, toying with my thoughts since he said them. They only hit me more and more as time progressed, until I was convinced that he really was right the whole time.

So I started to watch her.

It wasn’t often that I would pay attention to her body language—or anything about her, really—but tonight was different. She seemed to tense up when I was around, which would happen years ago, but it makes a little bit more sense if any indication of attraction comes into play. The looks I found her catching, more than once. The way it seemed as though she was trying to avoid me, trying to avoid even making eye contact with me. The simple shit like that just wouldn’t leave my mind, no matter how fucking hard I tried to make it.

And with paying attention to her came intruding thoughts of my own.

Like the way that the black dress she was wearing molded tightly to her body. Or the way that her hair fell down to her collarbones, framing her chest. Or how her legs were completely exposed, leaving me to wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around me.

“Are you listening?”

The sound of Matt’s voice took me out of my thoughts, prompting me to look away from Al and back at him. “Huh?”

“I said,” he leaned in closer, “why don’t you walk Allison home?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” she protested, folding her arms. She shook her head, “I would rather walk home with a gorilla.”

I pouted and brought my hand to my chest. “Aww. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Al.”

She rolled her eyes and turned back to Matt. “No chance in hell.”

“Oh, come on,” Taryn chimed in. “It’s cold out! Then you don’t have to walk home alone! And it’s nightime. That would be awfully inconsiderate to make her walk alone, Trent.”

“Yeah, I’m with Al on this one. I’m all set.” I turned to her. “You’ll be fine, right?”

“Yup,” she confirmed, nodding her head. “I’ll be fine.”

“Mmm…I don’t know,” Taryn shrugged. “Sounds pretty unsure to me, doesn’t she?”

“You cannot be serious,” Allison exclaimed, then frantically looked around, stopping once she was facing the remaining group of people on the couch. “Brady!”

“Huh?” He whipped his head around. “What?”

“Can you please tell them to stop pestering me about this?”

“About wh—huh?”

Matthew sighed and rolled his eyes. “Y’know, that thing we were talking about earlier?”

“Ohhh,” he nodded slowly. “Just let him walk you, Allison. They aren’t gonna give up.” He turned back around and kept talking to the other guys near him.

“You know what? Fine,” I sighed. “I’ll do it.” I walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed my coat from the rack on the wall, then slipped my arms into the sleeves. “Come on, Al. Let’s just get this over with.”

She sighed as well and grabbed her jacket, then put it on and put her hands in her pockets. “Alright.”

“Thanks for having me,” she spoke as she hugged Matthew, then Taryn. She walked over to Brady and did the same with him. “It was really nice to have everyone here again.”

“Anytime,” Matt replied with a smile. “I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He looked over at me, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, then winked.

“Mhm,” I nodded sharply. “I’m sure. But it was nice, I agree. Thanks, guys.”

“We’ll see you again soon, yeah?” he asked as I walked to the door and opened it.

“Yeah.” I held the door open with my back and watched as she brushed past me, waving as she walked out. “See you guys.”

I shut the door behind me and caught up with Al, who was now waiting by the sidewalk. “You know you don’t have to come with me, right?”

“I do. They’re gonna watch through the window, I swear,” I said, walking beside her. “Better off just going with you and saving a useless argument.”

“I guess,” she shrugged. Her arms were folded as she slowly walked down the sidewalk.

“How have you been?”

She rolled her eyes. “If you actually cared how I’ve been you would’ve come up and talked to me tonight. You’ve had the whole night to do it.”

“Would you just answer the question?”

With a sigh, she replied, “I’ve been fine. There. Happy?”

“Yes.”

The rest of the walk was mostly silent. She didn’t want to talk to me—which was nothing out of the ordinary—so I just kept quiet. But the thoughts from earlier were still swirling through my mind. This could be the last time I see her for a while…So I decided to throw it out there.

“Hey, Al?”

She rummaged through her bag for her keys. “What?”

“So…Matt was talking to me before.”

“Oh, was he now?” she breathed. “I know. I saw.”

“He told me you have the hots for me.”

She stopped dead before the key could even reach the hole, then turned to face me. “What?”

“I didn’t believe him at first. I told him that you hated me.”

“Yeah. I do,” she angrily replied. “Wait—at first?”

“Yeah, well…He started getting to me,” I told her, folding my arms. “He told me things that got me thinking, you know? Even Taryn believes it.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“You were watching my games.”

“You’re fucking insane. I don’t have feelings for you, Trent. So don’t flatter yourself.” She stuck the key in and turned it. “He’s lying.”

“I don’t really think he is,” I argued. “He seemed pretty sure about it. I can tell when he’s lying or when he’s unsure. He wasn’t.”

“Fuck’s sake, Trent, that doesn’t mean he’s right!”

She walked inside to hang up her jacket and I stepped in, propping the door open with my hand. “If he’s so wrong then what’s with you getting all fucking defensive?”

She slammed her purse down on the kitchen counter. “God, do you ever shut up?! I can’t catch a goddamn break with you no matter what, can I?”

“Well, excuse me, princess. Apparently, I’m not allowed to ask you a question.”

“You’re such an asshole,” she shook her head. “I don’t know why I ever—” She fell silent.

“Ever what?”

“Never mind.”

I scoffed. “Seriously? You’re just gonna pretend like you didn’t say anything?”

She chose to ignore me instead of speaking. Silently, she grabbed her bag and put it down on the floor.

“Of course. Now you’re just gonna ignore me.”

She quickly whipped back around to face me and raised her voice. “Fine! You know what, Trent? Fine,” she yelled. “You were right. I have ‘the hots’ for you. I want you. You fucking happy?”

I took a breath as the words angrily came from her mouth. She finally admitted to the one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about the whole night, and yet I was still dissatisfied.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why do you care, Trent? You hate me, remember? And I hate you,” she rebutted. “That’s what this is. That’s what it always was. We’re not close, and we never have been.”

I ran a hand through my hair and scoffed. “So after I left you just kept hating me anyway?”

“Oh, my God,” she raised her voice again. “No, Trent! I didn’t keep fucking hating you!”

“So what, you were pretending?”

God, she was infuriating. So fucking infuriating. But even as I stood there impatiently waiting for an answer I couldn’t stop myself from thinking the same thoughts from earlier.

She was hot when she was angry.

But she didn’t give an answer. She didn’t have to. Because I already knew it.

“Why? What kind of sense does that even make?!”

“Because it was much easier for me to keep hating you than for me to let myself fucking miss you, Trent!”

- - -

ALLISON

Before I could say anything else, he walked toward me and pushed his lips to mine.

I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t. It was nearly impossible when his hand was on my face the way that it was, forcefully pulling me toward him. His other hand was on my waist, gripping it tightly as he kissed me.

I hated how quickly I gave in to him, how my body just seemed to fold without as much as an attempt to resist. My hand reached up and tangled in his hair as the other wrapped around his midsection and kept him close.

A low groan fell from his lips and hummed against mine as I took a handful of his hair and tugged on it. God, it was hot. He was hot. And I wish he didn’t taste so fucking good.

He tore his mouth from mine and moved it to my jaw, trailing kisses up to my ear and down my neck. Heavy breaths escaped my parted lips as the hand he had on my waist tightened its grip.

I felt his hand slide up my back, fingertips grazing the skin that was left exposed between the thin straps of my dress. The feeling of his fingers on my back, paired with his lips as they once again pressed against mine, elicited another moan from me.

Fuck him for listening to Matt. Fuck him for telling me about it. Fuck him for forcing me to admit how I felt.

And fuck him for making me want to do just that.

My hands moved to the zipper on his jacket and quickly pulled it down. He responded to the action and shrugged the sleeves down his arms, then shook it off and tossed it to the floor. A gasp left my lips as he grabbed my waist and walked me backwards, his eyes already having spotted the bed in the room down the hall.

The door slammed behind him and I soon found myself pinned to the wall with Trent’s hand firmly gripping my throat. He leaned down to kiss me again and his tongue brushed against my lips. I allowed it through without a second thought and the muscles in his hand tightened around my neck.

“Trent,” I breathed shakily. “Fuck.”

I felt him grin slightly against me and soon his free hand was on my shoulder, pushing the strap on my dress down my arm. I managed to shrug the other one off without his help and it wasn’t long before I felt him violently tugging the fabric down my body, enough for it to slip off and pool at my feet on the floor. It was almost ironic that I hadn’t worn a bra.

He hungrily eyed my figure and swallowed thickly. The warm skin of his hands grazed the exposed skin of my thigh as it trailed upward and I moaned again softly at the touch.

“Thought you hated me, hm?”

He slowly removed his hand from my neck and moved it under my chin, using a finger to tilt it up. The way that his eyes slightly narrowed and his lips faintly curved into a smirk as he looked down at me rendered me nearly speechless.

“I do,” I breathed heavily as his eyes bored into mine. “God, I hate you.”

“I’m not too fond of you either.” He pressed another soft kiss to my lips. “But you already knew that.”

My fingers curled around the lapels of his blazer and peeled it from his arms, revealing the tightness of the collared shirt under it. The fabric looked as if it was begging to be loosened, to be removed from his body. Or maybe it was just my own head that wanted that to happen.

His eyes never broke contact with mine as he reached up and loosened his tie, then pulled the red fabric from his neck and threw it down with his suit jacket.

When he kissed me again my hand reached for his shirt and untucked it from his trousers, then slipped under it and slid up, stopping at his chest and staying firm in its spot. No matter how much I hated him—or at least claimed to—there was no denying the fact that I couldn’t resist him. He was so fucking hot. And God, it felt so good being pushed against the wall by him and his goddamned frame.

His head craned to the side and aligned with my neck once more as he kissed it, leaving marks in his path. My hand maintained its place on his chest, rubbing it up and down while he coaxed more groans from my lips.

I slipped my arm out of his shirt and brought my free hand up to the collar. It didn’t take long for him to notice what I was trying to do, and he pulled back to allow me to unbutton it. Slowly, I worked my way down, and I was able to feel his burning stare as I looked down at my hands. I gulped as I reached the last button; the shirt finally fell open, revealing the toned stomach underneath.

A chain hung from his neck, which was once covered by the suit. The tag on the chain sat in the valley of his chest, highlighting its definition and heightening my desire even more.

“Holy shit,” I muttered under my breath. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever seen him shirtless—that came with being around him so damn much. But it was the first time I had in years, and that meant that it wasn’t the same as it used to be. And boy, was it fucking different.

I pushed the sleeves down his arms, my eyes staying focused on his upper half and barely noticing the fabric as it hit the ground. My fingers wrapped around his biceps and my hands moved up and down slowly, feeling the warmth of his skin under my palms. “God, you’re big.”

“Yeah?” he asked and I nodded in response. “I know.”

“You haven’t changed at all, have you?” I shook my head. “Still the same asshole. And still so damn full of yourself.”

He didn’t come up with a witty reply. Instead, he just kept looking down at me with that filthy grin plastered on his face and I shook my head. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “God, do you ever shut up?”

He reached up and grabbed the back of my head, then pulled me in, forcefully shoving his lips to mine again. By now, it was too late to back out—I already knew what I’d gotten into. No matter how irritating, how rude, how self-centered and dickless he acted, I wanted him. I wanted to keep feeling his hands all over me. To keep feeling his mouth on mine.

To fuck him.

And besides, how could I possibly have backed out when I was standing half-naked between him and the wall?

He moaned into my mouth as my hands roamed his bare back, feeling the hardness of his muscles for myself. The sound was admittedly gorgeous, and I knew it wasn’t hard for him to tell that I thought so when I felt that shit-eating grin spread across his lips against my own. So fucking cocky.

His hand moved downward and I felt his thumb pressing into the soft skin of my inner thigh as he grabbed it. He lifted my leg up in a silent demand to wrap my leg around his waist and I obliged, doing just that almost immediately.

I reached down between us and began to unbuckle his belt. It wasn’t exactly easy to get a firm hold on it while his hand slid up my thigh and rubbed it up and down, effectively distracting me and diverting my attention elsewhere. I finally was able to loosen it and pull it from his waist, but before I knew it his hands were under my legs, lifting me off of the floor.

The leather belt fell to the ground as I wrapped my arms around his neck, still kissing him fervently as ever. He laid me on my back, allowing me to slide up to the pillow and lie flat as he hovered over me. His eyes looked me up and down and he finally spoke, his voice in a rasp.

“God, Allison, you’re so hot.”

My eyes widened at the use of my full name. In all the time I’d known him he’d never done that. Not even in the times that we would get along. Fuck, I wanted him to do it again.

As he lowered himself down, his hand slipped between my legs, his fingers finally making contact with the damp surface of my underwear. He pushed the fabric aside with his fingers and slowly teased the now exposed area with them, dragging them up and down slowly.

“For someone that hates me so much,” he spoke with a low voice, “you’re pretty damn wet.”

Before I could reply, his finger was inside of me, moving at a torturously slow pace, as if he was barely moving it at all. And it was then that I remembered he had that godforsaken ring on; the cold touch of the metal hitting my skin was the reminder.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you wanted to fuck me.” A second finger joined the first as he kept up the crawling pace. “Don’t you think so, Allison?”

A faint moan fell from my lips and I nodded my head, unable to form the words to answer his clearly rhetorical question.

“Mm. That’s what I thought.”

He sped up the pace slightly, but was still denying me the gratification that I desperately needed. I reached for his arms and tightly grasped them as he continued to move his fingers. And I thought that ring was hot before…

“Trent,” I breathed, swallowing hard afterward. “Shit.”

He leaned down and kissed me again, muffling my noises with his mouth as his tongue slipped past my lips and tangled with mine. With each movement of his fingers his pace quickened ever so slightly. And with those movements came moans that spilled from my mouth, mixed with his name, their only purpose being to fuel his ever-growing ego.

He knew I was close. He knew he brought me there himself. And because I knew Trent, I knew that there wasn’t a chance in hell that it would be that easy.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers back and eventually out of me. He flipped his hand over and gently grazed my skin with his knuckles, the ringed finger slightly sticking out from the rest. A quiet whimper left my mouth.

“You like that?”

Of course, I fucking liked it—it was obvious. He just wanted to hear me say it. Under any other circumstance, I wouldn’t have dared to give him that satisfaction, but I knew there would be no benefits to it at that moment. Slowly, I nodded, squirming in his grasp. “Yes.”

Then he took his hand away.

I groaned at the loss of contact. “What…what the hell?”

He let out a laugh and brought his hand up, then used the same motion of grazing my skin with his knuckles, this time on my cheek. “Problem?”

“You know my problem,” I replied through gritted teeth, still holding onto him.

“I’m not sure I do.” He moved his hand to my chest, then slowly slid it down to my stomach, but stopped just before he reached my waist, leaving me on edge again. “What is it that you want, hm? Use your words.”

“God, you’re such a prick.”

A grin spread across his face and he hooked his fingers in my underwear. He tutted and shook his head. “Is that how you ask?”

That did me in.

That filthy fucking attitude of his. As much as I hated to admit it, I was weak. It turned me on. I couldn’t take anymore of the incessant teasing, the way he was doing just about anything to delay my pleasure. To make me squirm. So I gave into him, because I had nothing else to lose.

“Finish what you started, Trent,” I breathed, then reached behind his head and pulled him down to me.

I felt his lips on my neck again, but his fingers remained hooked in the fabric, still brushing against my skin. “You’re missing something.”

A soft moan left my lips again as I felt him flatten his hand under the fabric. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he wanted me to do, but now I was willing to.

“Please.”

The familiar sensation of his fingers—including the ringed one—filling me returned and I groaned as he pushed them in, grinning down at me like a bitch.

He knew exactly how to move them, how to get me right where he wanted me without allowing me to protest. How to bring me to the edge and make me want

to beg for more. The mere thought of letting him control me like that normally wouldn’t dare to cross my mind, yet here he was, fingers deep inside of me, draining every last drop of strength from my body.

Finally my body gave in and let go, his name spilling breathlessly from my mouth as I fell from my high. He kept the movement of his fingers up, his lips trailing kisses down my jaw. My hand wrapped around his neck and my nails dug into his skin, causing him to suck air in through his teeth.

Once my body stilled, he slid his fingers out, then brought his hand up to his face. He parted his lips, and one by one he licked each finger clean, starting with his index. His eyes never left mine as he did so, and the sight of it was enough to bring me back to where I was before. He hummed as he reached the last finger and leaned in closer to me.

“Shit,” I groaned. God, he was hot.

He chuckled to himself and brought his lips to my ear. “Mmm.”

I squirmed in his grasp as he pressed a feather-light kiss to the skin of my ear, then moved to my chest and began kissing a path down to my stomach. He hovered for a moment before continuing down again. He pressed another soft kiss to the waistband of my underwear and he continued to leave more atop the fabric as he moved down.

“Anyone ever done this to you before?”

I nodded my head sharply, looking down at his head between my thighs. Of course, I’d been gone down on. I wasn’t as innocent as I might’ve led on.

“Was it good?”

“No,” I quickly answered, shaking my head.

It was always the guys who claimed to be good that weren’t. And it wasn’t hard to distinguish the difference between good and bad when it came to that. It was just never great. But for some reason, I knew that he’d be the difference.

He nodded and used his fingers to slip the fabric down my legs, then moved back up and used his hands to pry my legs open. I felt his warm breath hitting my skin as he drew in closer, then his lips lightly touched the now exposed area.

God, was I right.

I’d never met a guy who could use his tongue like that. I didn’t even know where he learned to.

All I did know was that the same infuriating person I was practically forced to grow up with now had his face buried between my thighs. And it felt so fucking good.

“Fuck, Trent,” I moaned as my hand snaked into his hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging slightly on it.

A faint moan of appreciation left his mouth and his hands gently rubbed my thighs as his tongue flattened and put pressure down. He placed more feather-light kisses on my skin, sending chills through my body. His tongue parted my folds, sliding up and down slowly. As he moved, his nose grazed the surrounding skin and I moaned breathlessly at the feeling.

My hand pushed his head closer as my body desperately begged for more. My hips writhed against his face and he responded to my movements, squeezing my thighs and grinning against my skin. His lips closed in on my clit, his tongue circling around the flesh as he sucked gently. When he opened his mouth once more, his warm breath hit the wet skin and I groaned in anticipation.

If anyone ever asked me to name one thing Trent Frederic was good at, I never would’ve said giving head.

Until now.

My grip on his hair tightened and his hands slid up and around to my hips, then held them down firmly. My thighs closed, wrapping around his head from the removal of his hands. “Oh, God.”

No guy that I’d ever been with could make me as desperate as I was with him. I felt weaker than ever after giving into him so damn fast. I wanted to stop it—to push him the fuck away from me—but every nerve, every muscle, every bone in my body wanted to keep feeling him. I craved his touch, and there was no denying that fact.

He kissed another path up toward my waist, stopping at my hips and breathing softly.

“No, please,” I breathed, brushing his hair back with my hand.

But he already decided that he was going to stop. His lips disconnected from my skin and he sat up on his knees, looking directly down at me. His fingers reached for the zipper on his pants, pulling it down promptly and starting to slip them down his legs. I watched silently as he pulled them off, his underwear with them, and let them fall to the floor.

I gulped, my jaw clenched as my eyes caught sight of him. There was nothing left to separate us anymore. And I knew that we wouldn’t stay apart for much longer.

He pushed my legs apart and settled between them, breathing heavily as he looked down at me. Soon I felt the familiar pressure as he slowly slid the tip of his cock up and down my folds, the action prying a long, weak moan from my throat. I watched as his eyes began to close and he hissed, sucking air in through his teeth.

“T…Trent,” I sighed, sliding my hands up to his shoulders. “Please.”

He kept moving it against me, depriving me of the gratification I desperately needed. I was already tense—close—and he was making it infinitely worse. The fingers of one hand extended slightly upward and held the back of his head as I took a shaky breath.

“Trent, please, I can’t,” I stuttered, swallowing thickly, “—can’t wait anymore.”

Finally, my pleads were answered as I felt the pressure of him pushing into me. Fuck, he felt incredible. He leaned forward, putting his arms on either side of my head to hold himself up enough to hover over me. I kept my hands where they were, gripping tightly as he found the right position.

He began to move, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to him. Gradually he picked up speed, his breaths growing heavier as he thrust his hips into mine. Long, soft moans fell from my lips as he moved.

The tag on his chain hung in front of my face, dangling back and forth, taunting me. He noticed my eyes following its path and took it between his teeth, closing his eyes and taking a long breath afterward. He sucked in air, a low groan sounding from his throat after and I tightened my grip on him in response.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, whimpering quietly as he lowered himself down toward me.

He opened his mouth and the tag fell. I felt the cold, condensated metal hit the skin of my collarbone as it landed. He moved his head to the side of mine, bringing his ringed hand up to my face and lowering his voice.

“Tell me, Allison,” he spoke quietly, his voice almost a rasp in my ear. His fingers rested below it, pulling my head toward him as his thumb pressed firmly into my cheek.

“Has anyone ever fucked you right?”

“Yes, but,” I slid my hands up and around to his back, my nails pressing into the skin. “Not like this…not in a long time.”

Almost every guy was the same—devoid of any passion whatsoever, just wanting a quick fuck; so why bother caring about how I feel? Selfish. All they did was take and had nothing to give.

But none of that was true with Trent.

He responded to me with a low chuckle and nodded his head teasingly. He continued to move against me, his breath warm on my neck. The distance between our bodies finally closed as he lowered his full weight down onto me, and a single arm wrapped around me, pulling me up to him by his flattened hand on my lower back.

I leaned up and kissed him again, allowing his tongue to slip past my lips again and he groaned softly. What I would give to hear that sound over and over again. Shit, every time he does it I fold.

“Fuck, Trent, I’m close.”

“I know,” he mumbled against my lips, taking a staggered breath. “I can feel it.”

His movements grew faster, driving me up the bed as I gripped him tightly, and it wasn’t long before I felt myself giving in and tightening around him. He hissed, sucking in a breath as I let out one of my own, the noise sounding as a moan of pleasure. His name spilled from my lips—more times than I’d like to admit—and I could feel him twitching inside, on the brink as well.

I reached up and scooped a handful of his hair into my hand, gripping it tight with my fingers. “Trent,” I swallowed, “please.”

Soon, he let out a heavy breath and warmth began to spread in my stomach, eliciting a deep sigh from my throat. The feeling of his release—the sensation of it coating my insides—was nothing short of incredible. I gripped him tighter, my body tense as his thrusts slowed.

“Fuck, Allison.”

The sound of my name flicked a switch in my brain, causing the relentless thoughts from before to resurface and whirl in my head.

He fucked you, the voice inside screamed. You’re supposed to hate him, and you let him fuck you.

But I didn’t care anymore; I was too busy relishing in the feeling of it all—the feeling of him. The way he was prying unstable breaths from my mouth and leaving my body feeling oh, so pleased.

And if that wasn’t enough to make me stop caring, maybe it was the burning feeling of him slowly dripping down my inner thigh.

After pulling himself out, his spent body remained atop mine, his chest visibly heaving above me as his head laid next to my own and his face found itself buried in my neck. He pressed a light kiss to the skin, then another, then a few more in the surrounding area.

“I don’t hate you, Trent.”

The words came out soft—he needed to know I was being sincere. It was the first time I’d ever said it out loud, but I knew that I meant it. It wasn’t until he left St. Louis that I realized the truth.

It’s been a long time since I’ve hated him.

His head lifted and he kissed me gently as his hand rose up to cup my cheek. “I know.”

My hand was still in his hair as I rolled my eyes and shook my head, gently scratching his with my nails. I let out a chuckle and sighed.

“Asshole.”

“I’m not that bad and you know it,” he rebutted teasingly.

A smile tugged at my lips. “Fine,” I gave in, “you’re right.”

There was a brief moment of silence after that. I took the time to look at him. To admire him. His eyes, his nose, his faint little smile—all of the things I refused to get to know before, yet they already had familiarity to me.

Before I could stop myself from saying another word, my mouth opened to speak.

“Stay with me.”

Without missing a beat, he nodded, then rolled off of me and faced me as he laid on his side. His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me in gently. By then, I’d already shifted onto my side as well, so my back pressed up against his chest once he pulled me in far enough.

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he finally spoke softly into my ear.

Another sense of warmth—this time from emotion—flooded my stomach. I giggled softly and smiled gently at the words.

It was then that I decided that I was going to stop worrying about what happened and just let myself enjoy it. Enjoy him. I left my distress to be dealt with in the morning. I was satisfied as long as I got to spend this moment with him, free of regret. So I relaxed into him and let my eyes flutter shut as he pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

“Night, Allison,” he practically whispered into my ear.

But even through all of tonight, something still felt off to me. And it didn’t take much longer for me to figure out what.

“Call me Al.”

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I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you.

This line is so dirty from Elain/sjm. It comes as a result of Nesta reminding her what happened when she scried for the NC and Elain was taken by the Cauldron, and warning her off being forced into anything involving the Cauldron on their behalf. Of course, Nesta is traumatised by it. She is (partially) the reason Elain was taken. She's terrified it will happen again to Elain and this time Feyre won't be able to save her.

If we backtrack to ACOWAR:

Nesta had stolen something vital from the Cauldron. And in those moments Nesta had hunted it down for us … The Cauldron had learned what was vital to her. - Because Nesta did the NC's dirty work, the Cauldron stole Elain to spite her. It wasn't just chance that it took Elain. It was deliberately to hurt Nesta - so yeah I think it's a shared traumatic experience.

Nesta sat with her head in her hands inside my tent. She did not speak, did not move. Coiled in on herself, clinging to stay whole—that’s how she looked. Her eyes were red-rimmed, lips thin. - Nesta once Elain was captured. She is devastated.

Nesta rounded a tent, skidding to a halt in the mud. She let out a sob at the sight of Elain, still in Azriel’s arms. I’d never heard a sound like that from her. Not once. I swallowed my shout of pain as Nesta’s arms went around my neck and she embraced me so hard it snatched my breath away. Her body shook—shook as she sobbed and said over and over and over, “Thank you.” - Once Elain and Feyre are safely back, we can see how thankful and overcome with emotion Nesta is because she loves her sisters.

Nesta cut me a furious stare before guiding our sister down the hall—to the sunny garden in the back. [...] But I caught Nesta’s eye, noting the glimmer of pain on my eldest sister’s face before it was hidden beneath that cool mask. Nesta’s eyes also went to the windows before Elain. To check, as I did, for whether they could be easily opened. [...] "I managed to get her to drink some broth last night. She refused anything else. I check on her every few hours.” - She cares for Elain for weeks after they're turned, ensuring she eats, rests, drinks - and doesn't harm herself.

If we go back to ACOMAF, the only reason Nesta does not go to Velaris to be safe is because she lets Elain choose. Elain chooses to stay near Graysen. At no point does Nesta ever throw it in her face that they were taken because Elain wanted to stay. Elain is never ever blamed by Nesta.

Elain thumbed the iron ring on her finger. “It is your choice,” Nesta said with unusual gentleness. For her, Nesta would go to Prythian. Elain swallowed, a doe caught in a snare. “I—I can’t. I …”

And if we track even further back to ACOTAR, when Feyre has gone, Nesta is bereft with worry. Elain is concerned not for Nesta's wellbeing, but concerned that her older sister is freaking out her friends and ruining her social circle

She looked over her shoulder to where my eldest sister stood by a gnarled mulberry tree, looking out over the flat expanse of our lands. She’d barely spoken to me the night before, and not at all during breakfast. I’d been surprised when she joined us outside, even if she’d stayed by the tree this whole time. “Nesta didn’t finish the season. She wouldn’t tell me why. She began refusing every invitation. She hardly talks to anyone, and I feel wretched when my friends pay a visit, because she makes them so uncomfortable when she stares at them in that way of hers …” Elain sighed. “Maybe you could talk to her.”

The line about Nesta making Elain's trauma all about her is so disappointing because when Nesta is upset, Elain worries more about her friends. When Elain chooses dick over safety, Nesta doesn't blame her but stays at her side rather than leaving to her own safety. When Elain is traumatised, Nesta puts her own trauma on hold to care for her sister. When Elain is taken because the NC made Nesta scry, she is in pieces. Yet when Nesta actually needed her, Elain wasn't around.

And honestly, how is Nesta reminding Elain that the scrying resulted in her capture even making Elain's trauma about her? Feyre is pregnant. Her mate shielded her from everybody. There is not a chance Feyre would be going to save Elain from anything.

#nesta archeron

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Butterflies Dying (My Sunshine - Part 5 )

Word count: 1k its pre short:)

Warnings: heartbreak? there isn't really much warnings for this chapter, its more the rising action.

Summary: All feelings for Draco evaporate when the ugly truth is revealed...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.

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You don't go the kitchens for the next few nights.

You can't bear to see him again when you know that he has eyes for someone else. And that person wasn't just anyone, no slytherin, no pureblood, no bratty rich kid, it was Hermione Granger.

Maybe that's why you were so upset. Because you knew that she was everything you that you were, except she could offer more.

You can't lie, you miss your usual meetings with Draco, but you need to stay away from him, at all costs.

He notices. Draco can tell you're avoiding him. You dodge him during class, you don't save him a glance during breakfast, you don't come to the kitchens at night to talk to him anymore. He misses it.

He doesn't know exactly what he did wrong. Or what might've happened on your end. He just knows he needs to talk to you. So that's exactly what he did.

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"Y/n!"

You hear someone shout behind you after class that day. You keep walking, because that voice haunts the back of your head.

"Y/n, please." you feel Draco yank you backwards by your bag, taking you by surprise and making you stumble. You turn to him with anger written on your face, scaring him just a little bit.

"Watch it Malfoy!"

Malfoy?

"Listen y/n please tell me what's wrong why are you avoiding me? Is something wrong?"

"I'm fine" you say with no expression.

"C'mon y/n, I can tell when you're clearly not fine." he rolls his eyes.

"I'm just on my period" you say, hoping he will buy it and leave you alone.

"Y/n you were on your period only 2 weeks ago?"

"It's irregular" you shrug.

"Y/n please don't be difficult with me" he says while rubbing his temples. "I just want things to go back to normal between us, please."

It was different hearing Draco Malfoy say please.

"You like Hermione right?" you blurt out. His eyes go wide and he stutters a bit before looking you dead in the eyes.

"How did you know?..." he says, taken aback.

"Draco I see you staring at her in like practically every class." As much as it hurt.

He groans in response. "So what does that have to do with you not talking to me?"

"Because you're only talking to me because you know I'm friends with Hermione" you say "Right?"

"W-well yeah that was generally the plan." he sighs. "But I really do enjoy talking to you y/n, it's just a bonus that I can ask you questions about her and ask you for advice."

"No Draco, listen I really don't want to do this" you admit "I don't want to get between you and her, or give the wrong advice to you. I wish you the best with her."

"O-oh" he says slightly surprised. He wasn't very accustomed to hearing girls say no to him. "What does that mean for us? Are we still friends, will I still see you tonight?"

No. That's what you should have said. "Maybe"

He flashes a smile. Usually it would make butterflies erupt in your stomach, now they were dying. You felt sick. You wanted to get away from his presence.

"Great see you tonight" he said. A hint of excitement evident in his voice.

He did not see you that night.

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After talking to Draco that one time, you haven't spoken a word to him since. You decided that it wasn't worth it chasing a boy who is interested in someone else and would only break your heart.

You spent more time with your own friends, focused more on your studies, and slowly forgot about the whole situation. If you didn't matter to him then why should he matter to you?

Being around the ones who really cared for you healed you. It mended all those feelings of hurt, talking to Daphne, it made you smile, partying with Justin, Hannah and Zach, and it made you laugh, all those late night talks with Chris.

Nevertheless, you could never tear your eyes away from the blonde boy. It seemed as if everywhere you went he was looking at you with a pleading expression, maybe a slight bit of hurt; because you stood him up that night. Although you never actually said yes.

You shook away those thoughts as you focused back to the lecture. Transfigurations was never your strong point, but you could feel a certain pair of eyes boring into the back of your head longingly.

Moments like those made you wonder if he ever felt the same way, but then you remembered the way he looked at her. The way his eyes lit up like she was his whole world, what you would give to be loved like that by someone.

The bell echoed across the room and you mindlessly started packing your stuff to finally see Daphne at the end of the day. Every Friday evening you two did the same thing. A girls catch up in your corner of the library, where you would just talk about all your drama, all the gossip, and all your worries for the next week.

"Daphne!" you shout across the hall, bustling with students at the end of the day. You wave your arms around catching her attention.

She walks up to you, and gives you a hug. You two have no classes together this year, which is a bummer because you rarely get to see her unless its your catch up day.

As the two of you laugh and make your way to the library, you see a couple heading out to presumably Hogsmeade, dressed in warm clothing and hand in hand. It's odd, because the couple looks unrecognisable, until you see a familiar platinum blonde figure laugh, and a girl with long brown frizzy hair kiss his nose...

There's no way.

You turn to Daphne and she's looking at you already.

"Is that Hermione and Draco?" You ask her, hoping that she wouldn't say what she was about to say.

"Yeah.." she started "I overheard Draco talking about it in the Slytherin common rooms this morning. They started dating just this Wednesday, apparently he's absolutely smitten for her."

Your heart breaks as Daphne confirms that they are most definitely dating.

That was all you needed to hear, the butterflies were dead.

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a/n: This was a really hard chapter to write because I didn't know how to make it sound super heartfelt but heartbreaking:/

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Give Love a Chance || Original Post

the other day @ladykailitha posted something that just sparked so much joy, i decided i absolutely had to expand upon and write a full story abt it. idk how fast i’ll work on this, as my main focus currently is on the big bang fic, but i wanted to post a prologue/teaser of sorts. (side note: i am definitely stealing piratefishmama’s layout, shhh)

enjoy! -rowan

Steve wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, to be honest. Well, he did, but he didn’t know it would actually get this far. He would like to place the blame on either Dustin or Robin—or both, both was good, too. The point was, Steve was completely faultless in it.

When Steve got home earlier, after a long day at work, he had checked the mail, as he usually does. He saw a letter addressed to him, which, to be fair, makes sense, seeing as it was in his mailbox, but it was the sender that had surprised him. It had been several weeks—at least—since Robin and Dustin had cornered him and forced him to fill out an application to be a bachelor on Give Love a Chance, and he had honestly forgotten about it. He had only agreed to submit an application to the show because he had been so sure that he wasn’t going to make the cut. Who would want to watch a dumb reality love gameshow with Steve as the bachelor? A middle school guidance counselor with a five year old daughter?

Steve had still held that opinion even as he opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. The confidence in his thoughts only waned when he began to read the letter, his eyes had slowly widened and his mouth fell open. He reached for his cell, instinctually calling Robin as he reread the contents of the letter.

“Y’ello?”

“Did you seriously just answer with—nevermind. Robin tell me why the fuck I’m staring at a letter telling me I was chosen to be on Give Love a Chance?” He asked, pacing the length of his kitchen.

“Oh my God!” Robin shouted from his phone, causing Steve to wince and adjust his hearing aid. “Why do you sound upset? This is what you agreed to! This is why we sent in the application in the first place! This is great news!”

“Robin, you and I both know that I only agreed because I thought nothing would come of it.” Steve said flatly, checking the time on the stove. He still had twenty or so minutes before he needed to leave to grab Matilda from preschool. “I’m going to tell them I changed my mind.”

“Absolutely not! I’ll never forgive you. Dustin will never forgive you.”

“What? Am I supposed to just do the show?”

“Yes!” Robin said enthusiastically. Steve let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What am I going to do with Mattie, huh? I can’t just take her with me, she has school!”

“Dustin already told you that he and Will would take her in!”

“‘Take her in’? Rob, she isn’t a stray cat. She’s a whole tiny human.” Steve said with heavy exasperation. “He may have said that, but that doesn’t mean he will say the same thing now! There’s a difference between us joking about me getting accepted and the reality of taking care of a four year old!” Steve walked to the kitchen sink, filled himself a glass of tap water and set it to the side.

“So, we ask them again! I’m sure they’ll agree! You know they’ve been wanting to adopt! You can think of this as practice for them!”

Steve stared blankly out of the window above his kitchen sink, then groaned loudly and tipped his head back to glare at the ceiling.

“I don’t think I can leave her for the month—or more—it’ll take to film.” Steve admitted with a frown. He could immediately feel Robin’s shift in demeanor with the soft sigh she let out.

“Oh, dingus. You’ll be okay. We can video call her everyday while we're gone.” Robin said softly, trying to soothe him. “I think you should give it a go. You deserve to give love a chance.”

Steve let out a loud groan, which dissolved into a soft laugh. “You did not just say that.”

“I did.”

“That was so bad.”

“I know. But it’s true!”

“You’ll be with me?”

“Every step of the way.”

“..Fine.”

—x—

Dear Steve Harrington,

Congratulations! You have been selected as one of the bachelors to move forward into the next stage—interviewing and filming! We believe you are a perfect fit, and cannot wait to have you at our Los Angeles studio!

If you are still interested, please contact us via email to receive more details about what comes next.

Thank you,

Murray Bauman, Host of ‘Give Love a Chance’

#aaahhh #i’m nervous to post this #i have so many plans for this #hopefully it lives up to the prompt :P #give love a chance #glac #reality show au #love gameshow au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #st #steve harrington x eddie munson #unsteddie writing #dustin henderson #will byers #dustin/will

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Lost & Found - Chapter Seven.

A huge thank you to everyone for your readership and engagement. You are so wonderful! To the people who are reading but not offering commentary or reblogs, can I tempt you into doing so? It's so important to help an author get their stories out there, reblogging is crucial for that, and comments? Well, they're just lovely, to hear you tell us of your enjoyment! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six

Words - 4,170

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse in the coming chapters.

“How do you know if somebody has that thing, that... what’s it called? People who’ve been in combat get it a lot, but I can’t think what the official term is.”

Lee stuck her head up over the top of the bike she was working on. “PTSD?”

“Yeah,” Guero confirmed. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“There are signs, very clear ones,” she began, working a ratchet spanner back and forth, the clicking noise echoing through her small workshop. “Pass the grips.”

Picking them up, he placed the tool into her outstretched hand. “Like what?”

“Nightmares, flashbacks, depression, anxiety, triggered responses such as fight, flight or freeze. I take it you’re asking because of Emma? She still bad, not settling, getting upset?”

“Uh huh, all of that.” He sipped his coffee, turning to watch a ruck between Bottles and Downer breaking out in front of the clubhouse, the latter threatening to ‘kick you in the nuts, you fuckin’ four eyed motherfucker!’ as he worded it. “She’s settling, actually. Seems happy most of the time, but then she has these moments when she sinks into this trance or something, zones out. If she hears shouting, she cowers. If she ever thinks I’m mad at her, she does the exact same thing, too. And she has nightmares. Found her hiding in the closet two nights ago.”

“She said anything about it?” He shook his head. “Therapy and drug treatment. That’s how she’ll begin to process whatever it was that fuckin’ happened to her. It’s a tricky thing to deal with. Trauma differs so much from person to person. One person’s mild inconvenience is another’s utter fuckin’ meltdown, their freakout, their wall climb. Some find talking enough, letting it all out. Others need a cocktail of drugs to deal with it all. Sometimes, it’s a little of both, y’know?”

Lee’s advice was as sage and pragmatic as ever, her thoughts echoing what Guero had begun to think in the two weeks Emma had been in his life for. “She’s told me little things, but I’m not saying what. They don’t really help me help her either.” That didn’t surprise her. Guero was nothing if not loyal to a fault if somebody placed their trust in him.

She looked up again over the bike, a soft frown in place. “You might have to reconcile that she doesn’t want you to help her. You could even return home one night and find her gone, packed up, outta there.” Those words weren’t easy for her to speak, knowing Guero as well as she did.

She knew just by looking at him how much he was already dedicating himself to Emma’s cause, being the strong, male protector that he himself had missed out on in his own life, with his father spending so many years behind bars. It was something she picked up on in people, them becoming to someone else what they’d so sorely needed themselves, thus somewhat fulfilling their own requirement. Also, it was because his heart was huge.

He shrugged, draining his coffee before he replied. “I doubt that. She calls me her safe person. If it isn't me, then who? She’s in my house, Lee. I’m the one there dealing with her meltdowns.”

Finally managing to dislodge the corroded fuel hose she was working on, Lee pulled it free, examining the end fitting. “That’s for Emma to decide.” Pausing, she looked back up at him, chewing the side of her cheek as she began to smile. “You like her, don’t you?”

He sniffed, looking out over the yard. “Yeah, she’s nice, from the little I know about her.”

She snorted. “Cut the shit, Ortiz,” she began, Guero butting in.

“Oh, bitch means business, using the last name!”

Lee huffed, throwing him a soft elbow. “You know what I mean. You wanna go fuckin’ bang her six ways to Sunday, but you don’t wanna be that guy.”

“What guy?”

“The guy who puts the moves on the chick who’s PTSD’ing all over the damned place.” He rolled his tongue around the inside of his cheek, looking at the floor, Lee removing her work gloves and walking around the bike, placing a hand to his shoulder. “Thank fuck she imprinted on you, and not Downer.”

Guero winced. “Yikes.”

“On several fuckin’ bikes!” Jerking her thumb in the direction of the troublesome Norton she was working on, her eyes widened as she began to laugh. “You’re a good guy, Guero. Half of those motherfuckers - and god knows I love every one of ‘em - they perhaps wouldn’t have been so fuckin’ patient with her.”

“Angel woulda been all up in there from the first five minutes,” he snorted, Lee pulling out her cigarettes and lighting one up.

“Hmm, nah. She’d have been alright with him. His bravado around y’all is a front. He’s a fuckin’ puppy beneath it.” Guero didn’t look convinced. “Ever seen him around a chick in a low-cut top? Boy loses his damned mind with boobies. All ‘uhh, erm, uhhh, bluhh.’ His hard drive short circuits. He’s soft as shit. He ain’t got half the fuckin’ confidence people think he does with women. He’s only comfortable with the ones he’s platonic with.” Lee Losa; she was nothing if not the all-seeing eye, the governess of the MC, the one who saw them all for who they truly were. “You want another coffee in there?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get ‘em.” Walking with her over to the clubhouse, Downer watched them approach, beginning to sing.

“Come on, Eileen, ohhhh, I swear what he means, at this moment, you mean everything!” His serenade was coupled with a lewd jerking off gesture, Lee pausing, her cigarette between her teeth as she looked him up and down and re-tied her mountain of wavy hair.

“You do, and it’ll be the last fuckin’ time that little pin dick of yours ever spurts. This I promise you.”

A collective ‘oooooh’ sounded from the assembled men, Downer trying to think of a witty enough retort when Angel interrupted.

“Yeah, she don’t wanna see your small wang, bro. Yo, Lee. I got whatchu need right here, girl,” he teased, grabbing his crotch, Guero exiting the clubhouse and handing over her coffee.

“Oh, you got what I need, huh?” she began, winking at Guero before she pulled the front of her top down, pressing her boobs together with her arms as she pointed at her cleavage. “Your dick right here, hmm?”

“Er... um...”

She turned to Guero, smirking while nodding in Angel’s direction. “See? Short circuit.”

“Angel dot exe has stopped working,” Bottles contributed, the guys all falling apart, Lee almost spraying them with a mist of the coffee she’d just taken a sip of.

“I don’t even know what that means, prospect, but you ain’t funny,” Angel told him, shaking his head and muttering.

“Computer speak. I take it you don’t have one?” Bottles asked, Gilly piping up.

“Have one? He wouldn’t even know how to switch it on. Even if he did, he’d only have it for the porn.”

“And he’s so outta touch, he probably still uses magazines to jerk off to,” Guero added. “You can get Porn Hub on your phone now, old man!” he then yelled, as if Angel was deaf.

“Cum stained VHS of Girls Gone Wild, that’s his thing,” Gilly laughed, Lee throwing her head back in fits.

Downer snorted, grinning. “Nah, I bet he’s into donkey porn or some shit.”

“Fuck all of y’all, shit,” Angel announced, although he couldn’t help but begin laughing. “Hey yo, Bish!” he then called, a few seconds passing before the VP stuck his head around the clubhouse door. “Your woman is being scandalous again.”

“Who you fucking with this time, my little piranha fish?” he asked, his smile widening as he looked over at his love.

She nodded her head at Angel. “Him. I get the most reaction outta Reyes elder.”

“Hmm, fair. Carry on, he deserves it.” More muttering emanated from Angel, an eye roll too for good measure.

“So, you guys busy today, much on, doing anything?” Lee then asked.

“Nah,” Gilly confirmed. “Just stuff around the yard.” Since they’d begun their alliance with the Romano crime family, their outlawing endeavours had notably quietened. With a pay bump of ten grand each every four weeks, and a further ten stashed away by Angel for the club itself, they didn’t need to turn more profit than they already were. Mostly, they were there to keep Romero Brothers operating successfully, each member having a lot more time on his hands.

True to that, Guero left the yard at 3pm that afternoon, getting back home swiftly, arriving to find Emma just about to leave the house with Axl.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you this early,” she spoke warmly, Axl receiving a scratch behind his ears.

“Yeah, all done unless I’m needed for anything later. Want some company on your walk?”

“That’d be nice, yeah.”

“Alright, wait here. I need two minutes to shower and change. I’ve been lugging metal around all morning, I stink.” Just over two minutes later and a much fresher man arrived back, dressed in black jeans, a grey vest and a dark blue plaid shirt over the top, the pair beginning to walk. “If we turn right here and then keep walking for about a half hour, there’s a bar that’s kinda decent if you feel up to going?”

Emma only left the house if it was to go to the convenience store or walk Axl, not yet venturing out for any other reason, hence his cautiously delivered question. “Um, yeah.” Her face brightened, that beautiful smile making his heart skip on a beat. “Yeah, okay. I guess I have to get used to being social at some point.”

“Yeah, and let me get to be the envy of every guy in there, turning up with a girl like you,” he spoke playfully, laughing softly when she immediately blushed. God, she was adorable. She had no idea how pretty she was.

He was surprised at her ease when they arrived, taking a seat outside while he went into the bar to order, returning with two large glasses of draught beer. It was nice, to see her looking neither tense nor nervous to be out. Then again, he was with her. The novelty of being her safe person still hadn’t worn off for him. He was just about to ask her how her morning had gone since he’d left her sleeping at 9am, when she suddenly began to point and flap her hands, her eyes widening. For a split second, he read it as a panic, until her smile confirmed it to be that of excitement.

He turned in his seat, not able to see anything notable. “What?”

“On top of the fire hydrant, look! Oh, it’s so pretty!”

Following her pointed finger, he saw it, the small, yellow bird sitting there, grooming itself speedily. “It’s a bird?”

“It’s a Goldfinch! I’ve never seen one in person before, they’re native to Southern California,” she gasped, delight lighting up her face before she suddenly felt a little dumb. “Sorry, I know I’m lame. I just really love birds, is all.”

He adjusted his facial expression immediately, replacing the slight bemused look with a smile. She shouldn’t feel bad about being excited over something just because he couldn’t see why it was special. In fact, as he thought on it, he had to admit there was something very pure about finding happiness in what was so seemingly innocuous.

“Don’t be sorry. Just because I don’t get it doesn’t mean you’re wrong,” he shrugged. “So, did you ever keep them as pets?”

Her eyes widened, placing a hand to her chest. “Oh no, I could never lock one in a cage. They belong to the sky; they should be free.” The beauty of her words touched him, sipping his beer with a smile. He’d never really considered it before, the injustice of keeping a creature that by nature wished to spread its wings and soar within the confines of a cage.

“We had a cat when I was little, who my dad named OB. Orange bastard. He used to hunt and bring us his kills, except they were never quite dead,” he began, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards as he remembered.

“He brought in a rat once and drooped it next to dad while he was asleep on the couch. He had this huge beard, and while he was asleep, the not quite dead rat tried to hide in it. It woke him up, ending up in him getting bitten and then spending an hour trying to catch the damn thing when it ran off. OB just sat there on the windowsill watching, looking smug as fuck.

“He’d bring in birds as well, again not quite dead and again, my dad’s job to catch while my mom hid in the corner screaming. He always threatened to drive him out to the middle of nowhere and dump him there, but man, he loved that cat to death. OB followed him everywhere, he even used to sit on the edge of the tub when he was in the bath, or go bother him while he was fixing his bike.”

Emma saw the obvious affection he had for his father, sad for him that the memories he had would no longer be built upon. “Can I ask, did he pass away because he was sick, or from something else?”

“Something else.” His tone left her under no illusion that it was because of the outlaw life, that his father had lost his. “I miss him.”

Reaching for his arm, she stroked over the tattooed flesh, her hand slipping to grasp his. He closed his fingers around hers, looking up at her, his gaze fond, Emma feeling her heart flutter. “I understand how it is to miss a parent. I miss mine.” He presumed she would clam up again, but to his surprise, she continued to speak. “My dad was larger than life. Really tall, loud, joyous. He used to spend all Sunday in the kitchen making the dinner to give my mom a break, but he’d sing so loudly and make that much mess, she never got much of one. His food was incredible, though.”

Guero snorted, remembering perhaps one of the last memories he had of Ibarra prior to his incarceration. “My dad could cook really well, too, but one time he tried when was drunk and ended up setting his beard on fire. Never again.” He continued laughing, remembering his monolith of a father slapping his smouldering beard with a kitchen towel, his mom then throwing an entire jug of water at him, explaining the scene to Emma, who joined him in the hysterics he fell into.

“How big was his beard, that he managed to set it alight?” she asked, Guero gesturing to his chest.

“About this long back then, but after he came out of prison, it was down to his stomach,” he spoke, her eyes widening. “Hold on.” Reaching for his phone, he scrolled through to his pictures, finding one of him and his dad taking a break while out on a run, both mean mugging the camera.

“Wow, that beard is something else,” she spoke, looking at the image. “I can’t see much of a resemblance between you, but you have his frown for sure.”

“Nope,” he agreed, continuing scrolling, “I’m pretty like my mama.” Turning the phone, he showed her the picture he loved most of him and his mother, Emma’s eyes widening.

“Oh my god! You’re like her male double!”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, smiling at the image. “Got mom’s looks and dad’s personality.” He shared with her a few other memories from his childhood, most happy, some not, especially over his first stepfather, Alejandro. He’d been glad his mom’s second marriage had only lasted eight months to the utter asshole who he’d learned had died not long after his mom had split from him. He was definitely no match for Ibarra.

After a few more beers, he noticed that the alcohol worked a charm for both relaxing her, and loosening her so far rigid tongue, Emma beginning to share stories from her own childhood in more detail.

“I was always a good kid, but I had what my grandpa used to coin as a devil streak,” she began, chasing a drop of condensation that ran down her glass with her fingernail. “I’d like to preface this by saying it wasn’t anything he didn’t actively encourage! I loved playing pranks, gluing coins to the sidewalk and then watching from the front window, people trying like hell to pick them up.

“My grandpa would take me to this joke store called Zonko’s, buy me stuff like fart putty, or those snakes in the peanut can, Japanese finger traps, fake blood, etcetera. I remember pretending to cut my finger off one afternoon to scare my brother, and it scared him so much, he let out this ear-splitting scream. I jumped so hard, I ended up cutting my finger for real, but nobody would believe me for a few moments, thinking I was still joking around. My mom had Dylan wailing, me wailing, fake and real blood everywhere. It was chaos!

“I remember my dad used to go check his garage for booby traps and the like before he started working on his bikes. He loved doing up old motorcycles, he was a real enthusiast. He never trusted that I wasn’t going to set him up, though! I used to go help him out, so I learned a little bit here and there, between him side eyeing me and waiting for something to get him!”

He chuckled, imagining the scene. “So, you’re a real practical joker then, huh?”

“Was.” The word was delivered with a sigh of lament, Guero squeezing her hand, hoping the flash of sadness that creased her pretty features would pass. It never failed to surprise him, just how quickly she could change from happy to haunted. Like always, he wondered why, what it was that had happened to her.

It took a few moments, but she brightened, smiling. “I’m having a good time, sitting here talking to you. You’ve been really good to me, and I appreciate that. I just want you to know.”

He winked, letting go of her hand as he stood. “I get that, since it’s been two weeks and you won’t stop making sure my house is cleaner than an operating room.”

“I have to be of some purpose,” she shrugged, watching him shake his head.

“You are by just being around, being you. You’re kinda awesome, you know.” His eyes toured her for a second, biting the corner of his lip as he grinned, turning to head back into the bar. He left her feeling like her insides were doing a backflip, Emma feeling excitement glimmer through her. It made her question though, whether he liked her, or if he was just being kind because of who she was, the circumstances they’d met under.

“He probably only likes you because of what you can do for him,” she muttered, picking at her thumbnail, her mouth tightening. “It’s all you’ve ever been good for.”

“Just be a good girl and make me happy. Give me what I want, and I’ll be good to you. You know what happens if you don’t. Come on, come be my pretty little whore.”

A beer glass being placed upon the table broke her train of thought, Emma jumping, the words, the voice from her past still ringing in her head as Guero sat down beside her again. His smile faded as he took in the spooked expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nothing, I’m alright.”

He wasn’t so convinced by her words, seeing the flickers of sadness lingering in her eyes. “No, you’re not.” Scanning their surroundings with a frown, he tried to pick out what it was that’d obviously upset her, his eyes settling on a group of guys the next table over. “Did one of those douchebags say something to you? I’ll fucking smack ‘em down if they did.”

“Hey,” she spoke, running her fingernails softly down his arm, the action attracting his attention away from the table full of guys, who had done nothing wrong other than maybe being a little too loud, and who certainly weren’t the cause of her falter. “They didn’t do anything. I just remembered something I’d rather forget, so let’s carry on having a good time. It’ll help me. Forget, that is.”

She doubted whether it truly would, but she was determined to try. They stayed until close to closing, feeling a little too drunk to take the half hour walk home, luckily finding a cab driver who didn’t object to the presence of a large dog within his vehicle. Once they were back, Emma sorted out a very late dinner for Axl, she and Guero having eaten at the bar, standing back and watching the dog happily chomp through his food while she stood in the kitchen.

A soft smile spread across her face as she thought back over the evening, what a good time she’d had, all because of the man she’d spent it with. The only thing that marred it was the resurgence of memories from the life she’d left behind, Emma hating that she still felt bound by what had happened to her, that her past tainted the fresh start and new life she was attempting to carve out for herself.

She was tired of it holding her back, especially over what she sensed could truly blossom beautifully, if she just took the necessary step needed, move herself away from what was and towards what could be.

The only person who could change that was her, and so, when Guero joined her in the kitchen, she did.

“Damn, that’s the prettiest smile I think I’ve ever seen.” he spoke quietly, Emma pushing herself forward from her position leaning back against the counter, moving over to him slowly. Swallowing her nerves, she reached for him, her hands resting either side of his neck, their eyes drawing the other in with mirrored desire.

His hands moved to bracket her waist, Emma feeling her heart pound with nervous excitement as their faces neared, noses touching, Guero feeling his stomach tingle pleasantly when her lips finally met his. The spark continued to crackle as their tongues began to softly roll together, falling into each other's rhythm, his arms sliding to tighten around her.

Her insides felt fluttery with delight, experiencing the first kiss ever of complete mutual attraction with another, someone who kissed her because he knew she wanted it, not because he was forcing her to, Emma humming happily into his mouth with the elation of the moment.

She stroked his face, feeling breathless and floaty, his full lips so sensuous as they captured hers with dominance, yet it was soft, not overbearing. It made her feel overwhelmed, pulling from him with a quiet giggle, burying her face against his neck as she slid her arms around his thick shoulders.

“What?” he whispered, his thumb moving to stroke her cheek.

She pressed a kiss against his neck before emerging, the action sending a shiver through him. “I enjoyed that.”

He grinned, resting his forehead to hers. “Good. You can have another if you want?”

Biting the corner of her lip, she nodded. “I want.” Warmth blossomed through her as their mouths met again, Guero lifting her, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her to the bedroom, placing her down on the bed. Her kisses were warm and sweet against the slightly bitter bite of beer upon their tongues, his body pressing hers deeper into the mattress. Suddenly, though, she stiffened beneath him. He pulled away immediately, studying her with curiosity.

“I want to,” she told him, stroking his face, “but not while I’m drunk. I don’t want to be dulled. Is that okay?”

Nodding, he kissed the tip of her nose. “Yeah. Good job I don’t have plans for tomorrow.”

“Mmm,” she hummed softly, kissing him again. “You do now.” He laughed, kissing her again, feeling her relax against him. They got undressed and climbed beneath the covers, falling asleep wrapped around one another. That sleep was disturbed for them after a couple of hours, Guero waking to find the bed empty of her, turning to see the closest door slightly ajar. Not again.

He turned the lamp on before sliding out of bed, moving to crouch at the door and open it slowly, her eyes glazed and wide with fear as she looked up at him, her hand moving rapidly to point a gun between his eyes.

Having his own gun pulled on him. It was the second of firsts that night, and definitely the one he preferred less.

A/N - I know I've dragged this out, but I promise, the next chapter will reveal Emma's story entirely. It would have been unrealistic to have had her open up about everything she's been through immediately, and I think you all understand that, too. So yes, sit tight for the next update, it's going to be long!

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