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thisreadswhatever · 1 year

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His Best Friend's Sister

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

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[summary]: as Opie’s little sister, you never really had a chance with Jax. but with a plan to make him jealous one night at Diosa, you're hoping you can change all of that.

[cw]: 18+, flirting, slight angst, smut, younger reader (just out of college), pet names, oral f receiving, choking, biting, mildly rough sex, spelling/grammar errors throughout

[an]: this is based off of this request (thank you!) - it took so long to finish as i was struggling to write for awhile. it’s not as rough smut wise as it could’ve been but for my first one in a few months it could’ve been worse. anyways now it’s complete i think it may be one of my favourite things i’ve wrote for jax! hope you enjoy. requests are always welcomed - they really help me gain some confidence in my writing. if you’d like to be tagged in future works please lmk :)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, brother?”

Jax was perched against the door of the men’s bathroom in Diosa.

“If my sister’s going to be with any outlaw, I guess it’s better off being my best friend.”

Jax was amused at this, smirking as he pushed Opie in the shoulder. “As far as outlaws I’d say I’m a pretty big catch.”

Opie scoffed while he zipped up his jeans, “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break your jaw.” Jax grinned at his best friend, “fair enough.”

You’d known Jax since you were both little kids, and between him and Opie, you always felt like just the pestering little sister, even if you were only two years younger than them. Once you’d graduated college and moved back to Charming, you’d realised just how much you liked Jax. He wasn’t like any guy you’d met at college, and you were crushing.. hard. It had been weeks of playing it cool, and you were done with the act. Tonight you had put on your best dress for Chib’s birthday party at Diosa, and you were going to make Jax see you weren’t just Opie’s annoying little sister anymore.

He walked in from the back rooms with Opie, laughing and running his hands through his hair, rings on every other finger. There was just something about Jax. You pretended you didn’t see him, but any chick with eyes would’ve looked. Melissa, one of the Diosa girls that you’d recently become friends with, had noticed him arrive too.

“Well if your plan doesn’t work in that dress, you got no chance.”

You’d wore the sexiest dress you had, a black short formed velvet dress with tiny straps and the tightest push up bra you could find.

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of him. He probably won’t notice me at all.”

Nonetheless, you did what you could to catch his eye. You shimmied on your seat towards the bar to make sure Jax could see you, and maybe he could catch a glimpse of your best assets flaunting with the help of your bra. You glanced over at him, wishing he’d glance back so you could lock eyes, yet he was clearly preoccupied by the heated discussion Tig and Bobby were having.

Melissa sighed, “we gotta go for plan B.”

You had no clue what she meant. “Hey Lucas, get over here.” You shifted your view from Jax to her, shocked by whatever she was conjuring up.

“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”

“You want Jax to notice you?”

“By talking to a prospect?”

“Just shut up and do what I say.” If she wasn’t your closest friend here, you would’ve punched her. Lucas had only been a prospect with the club for a few months, he was shy and in your opinion, a little too innocent looking to be an outlaw. He stood beside your table, unsure what it was he was there for.

“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”

“Why don’t you sit down? We don’t bite.” Poor Lucas was melting at the flirty smile Melissa flashed his way. He shrugged and wedged himself on the empty chair placed at the edge of the table, right beside you. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost. Because it was that very moment that you glanced at Jax, and realised he was looking over now, directly at you, smiling while sipping his beer. Your heart started to race.

“What do you think of y/n’s dress?” She must’ve really wanted you to punch her. How the fuck was this going to get you Jax? Lucas pulled at the collar of his shirt, clearly wary that whatever the answer, he was in for it.

“It’s smokin’. Is that all you called me over here for?” Melissa nudged you on the side, pushing you closer to Lucas. “We just thought you may wanna get to know y/n a little better. Seeming as you’re new to the club and all.” You weren’t sure if Lucas looked delighted at the attention or like he wanted to run for the hills.

Melissa whispered in your ear, “It’s working.”

You looked over your shoulder back to the bar, and she was right, Jax hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You decided to play into it a little more. “Hey Lucas, did you know there’s a room out the back that is completely sound proofed?” Melissa gawked at your blunt question. Okay, maybe that was too far. “Umm.. no...” You leaned into him, placing your hand on his leg. “Yep, wanna see?” Lucas gulped and stood up. “Sure, why not.” You smiled at him and held your hand out for him to take, and you both headed towards the back rooms. You didn’t so much as peak at Melissa, but you did look at Jax. He was still watching, as you left the lobby, hand in hand with Lucas.

“This is the room. Pretty cool, huh?” You walked along the velvet wall frame, covered in grey foam squares. The room was large and full of red silk and tapestry. Lucas trailed behind you, closing the door as he followed. “Why would there be sound proofing at a massage parlour?” You laughed, the poor kid really was as naive as he was innocent. “This isn’t a massage parlour, silly.” You were about to explain, until there was a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jax walked in. “Club business out back, prospect. Tig’s looking for you.” Lucas practically ran, nodding at Jax as he left, slamming the door behind him.

And just like that, you were alone. With Jax. For the first time. Ever.

“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.

“Hey there, darlin.”

“Club business? Now?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, brutally aware of how high the skin on your thighs were now exposed from the already too short dress. Jax ignored your question as he sat down right next to you, twirling a lighter in his hands. “What exactly were you doing in here with the prospect?” You couldn’t lie to Jax, you were smart enough to know he’d see right through it. You also couldn’t tell him how you’d used the poor innocent soul to make him jealous either. “He wanted to see the room. I was being courteous.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter now, “Courteous? He looked like his face was gonna melt off.”

Jax stood up and leaned back on his heels, plainly drinking you in with his eyes.

“Were you always this hot?”

Your heart started to race again, crimson filled your cheeks, but you knew you had to play it cool. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Jax smiled back at you. “I never really noticed before. Being Ope’s sister kinda means you’re off limits.” Great. Still in little sister territory. “Then why are you here?”

He was walking to the other side of the room before he sat on the love seat in the far corner. “I wanted to check out the sound proofing.” He was highly amused.

“Very funny.” You figured he was just fucking with you, so you got up from the bed, heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t go.” Jax rushed to stand inbetween you and the doorway, blocking your exit. “I’m only messing with you babe. I’m here cos I couldn’t let Lucas have the hottest girl in Charming.”

“What’s it to you if I’m ‘off limits’..”

The gap between you and Jax was slimming so much you were sure he could hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Play it cool, play it cool” was all you kept repeating to yourself.

“That was before I told Ope I want you to be my old lady. And before I saw you seducing the prospects-“, Jax closed what space was remaining between you, “but I guess if you’d rather have a prospect I could leave you lovebirds to it..”

You shook your head. “Lucas is cute and all but you’re pretty alright too.” Jax leaned into you smiling, turning his back from the door. You moved with him, until you were the one with your back against the door, and Jax so close you could feel his chest moving with each breath. “I definitley don’t want to share you with Lucas.” He was so matter of fact. His nose was touching yours, your body’s morphing into one from the closeness. Fuck.

“Then make me all yours.”

Jax pulled his weight into you, pressing you firmly against the door. You grabbed his cut and pulled him tighter, if that were even possible, securing every inch of your body against his. You wrapped your hands into his blonde hair, tugging at the strands, before pulling your mouth to his. You had to stretch on your toes to reach him, using his hair to bring him closer to your level. He kissed you back with intent, his breath warm and smelling of cigarettes and beer, and you couldn’t get enough. Moans escaped between your lips as his hands travelled all over your dress, pushing you even further into the door so you could feel his hard on rubbing against you.

He pulled your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head to the door. He secured you there with one hand, and used his other to trail his fingers down your chest and stomach, pulling the fabric of your dress higher and higher. He kept his hand against your thigh, gnawing at the skin between your legs, all while kissing your neck as he moved towards your ear. “I like you like this”, he whispered. You groaned at the sound of his praise. This all just felt too good to be true.

He tugged the skin of your thighs tighter and the sensation sent tingles through your core, like a fire was burning in your hips towards your mound. It was all too much. “Holy shit, Jax. Just fuck me already.”

He giggled into your neck and suddenly your hands were released, with your feet lifted off the ground as Jax threw you on the bed. He was standing over you, pulling the buckle from his belt in his jeans. “Mmmm.. well maybe I like you like this better. Take off those panties.” You did as he said, knowing you would follow every instruction he ever gave you without a second thought. You wiggled out of your laced briefs while you lay there, before balling them up and throwing them at him. Jax caught them with one hand, and put them in his back pocket before pulling his jeans off. “What about my dress?” you asked playfully. He knelt down beside the bed, extending his hands to feel you under the dress that was now barely clinging to your body, before sliding them down to your legs and spreading them wide. “Stay just like that.”

He pulled at your hips and slid your body down the length of the bed until you were just hanging off the edge. You whimpered at the touch of his tongue to your soaking pussy. Jax was lapping up every inch of you, and you could feel the pressure mounting between your legs in response. “Jax- fuck- please.” It was all too much. The kneading of your thighs beneath his fingers as he pulled you further into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking and pulling your clit over and over and over and over. You were almost at the brink of relief when Jax pulled away, smirking at you from the bedside. “Ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to have my head under it.” He hovered over you, licking his lips before planting them on yours, making you taste every drip of your drenched pussy. You couldn’t take much more.

“Don’t make me beg, Jax.” You could barely get the words out between the gasps of air and his relentless tongue encapsulating yours.

“You don’t have to beg darling’, I’m going to take you so fucking bad.”

Jax pulled his cock from his briefs and slid into you before you could even respond, pounding his length into you while pressing your neck with his hand, choking you into the bed. “Fuck- you’re- so- big.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the fullness inside of you. You wrapped your hands around his arm securing his to your neck, craving more. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding it open as he repeatedly thrusted into you. “Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” You did as he said, sucking and caressing his thumb with your tongue as he lifted your legs from the bed, pulling him deeper inside you. You whimpered and bit on his thumb to stop the noises pouring from your throat, before he removed his hand from your neck. He leant down into you, kissing you while fucking you, pulling your dress to expose your breasts.

“Don’t need to be quiet in a sound proofed room babe. I want to hear you.” His words took you over the edge, and you came together simultaneously. Jax collapsed to your side.

“Holy fuck, Jax.” You couldn’t get anymore words out. He grinned at you as you giggled, embarrassed at your lack of words.

Jax kissed you before grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks at this point must’ve been the furthest shade of red imaginable. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t real.”

“Better believe it babe. And I’m not even done with you yet.”

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maplemind · 1 year

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So, I’m reading the Triple Frontier screenplay - it looks like this was a million drafts ago, it’s absolutely nothing like the film…

BUT there are some interesting nuggets of detail, like these ones about Benny…

Some of these details still seem to apply to the finished film, but I wonder if the depression / pills / self doubt / despair thing was a note they gave Garrett for the character? I can kind of see it… 🧐🥺

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you-heard-what-i-meant · 10 months

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Triple Frontier - Breathe Again

Just a little cute brotherly thing with the Miller Boys!

Posted on AO3 Here!

When Reader / un-named original female character (referred to only as "she" or "her" throughout) has an asthma attack, Will does his best to help her until Benny can get her inhaler. The Millers think about their unhappy childhood and how it's made them who they are today. Happy Ending!

Trigger Warnings: Asthma Attack. Character struggles to breathe. Reference to anxiety attacks, child abuse, domestic abuse, death of parents, alcoholism, drug abuse and a near death experience for both of the Miller boys.

I don't own the Miller boys unfortunately, and as usual my work is un-beta'd so my apologies for any mistakes!

Please don't repost, reproduce, sample, or lay claim to any of my work - I pour my soul into these works (and yes, it's cheaper than therapy!), and it's heartbreaking when people do these things!

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Breathe Again

It’s lucky that Will’s hands are twice the size of hers and he’s still built like a soldier - she’s gripping his hand with surprising strength, and a less robust person would be feeling their bones screeching in protest. His other hand is rubbing large, soothing circles on her shaking back as he crouches in front of her, wishing they’d found somewhere more comfortable for her to sit than the stony concrete they were running on. Will’s clear blue eyes are alert and monitoring constantly, but his smile is soft and encouraging. Somewhere in the haze of panic and oxygen deprivation, a thought drifts into her chaotic mind - no wonder the Miller boys could have their pick of the ladies… and the men.

Will is grateful she’s not wearing lipgloss, or any makeup at all, so he can properly assess the pink creeping from her cheeks into the whites of her eyes, and the grey-blue tinge just barely visible around her mouth and through her lips. Her free hand is clutching at her ribs so tightly he can see the bones of her knuckles shining pearlescent through her skin.

At some point he’ll need to make a judgement call - ambulance or not - and no matter how many brothers he’s held as they bled (his real brother unfortunately included), he never shakes the fear that he’ll make the wrong call or make it too late.

“Hey-“ his soft voice filters in through her ringing ears, her eyes snapping up to meet his. “ - Breathe with me, c’mon.” He manages to loosen her grip on his hand just enough to press her palm flat against his chest with his own hand over the top, and starts to take exaggeratedly slow, deep breaths. He focuses on keeping his heart rate as slow and steady as he can - a skill that he’s finely honed in his years spent behind a rifle.

Their eyes are still locked, his face relaxed despite the tension of the situation, his blue eyes crystal clear. There’s always something almost mischievous in his eyes, a kind of twinkle like he’s about to make a joke or flirt with you.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she starts to register the steady, strong thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of his heart under her palm, the flexing and relaxing of the firm muscles of his chest as he breathes. And he’s so warm. It’s captivating, and for a moment she’s not so focused on the way her lungs are convulsing and seizing inside her or the feeling of a strap being pulled painfully, crushingly tight around her ribs, or the immediate fear of oh God I’m suffocating I’m going to die. No doubt this was Will’s intention, as he notices the tiny change in her and murmurs soft affirmations that fan his breath across her face.

The almost intoxicating spell is broken by Benny’s running footsteps as he approaches from Will’s left, and the next second the younger man is dropping to a crouch beside them. His voice has a barely-detectable frantic edge under the steady exterior that’s been trained into him by the military - Will is better at hiding his emotions, controlling his fear, keeping his voice absolutely calm and even.

“The bag was in the locker like you said, took me a minute to find this though-” he’s holding out a small plastic inhaler, shaped like an “L” and with her name and date of birth identified on the printed label on the side. “- this was the only one in there.”

“Great, can you-” Will begins, but Benny is already yanking the cap off the inhaler and holding it out. “- Thanks. Alright…”

Will’s hand leaves her back and takes the little device, giving it a hearty shake for a few seconds, before holding it out towards her. Her hand shakily releases its grip on her ribs and grabs the inhaler, Will’s long fingers curling around her own to steady it as she forms her lips around the mouthpiece. As she depresses the little canister protruding from the top, both Millers watch her intently. The hiss of the inhaler is somewhat lost in the rasping pull of her breath as struggles draw the medicine into her lungs. Will’s fingers tighten slightly on her own and gently pull the inhaler away from her lips.

“Try and hold it in -” she manages maybe 2 seconds before her breath huffs back out in a rush, immediately replaced by another gasp of air and a round of coughing. “- Ok, let’s give it a few seconds to start working before the next one, ok?” She barely manages to acknowledge his words with a tiny nod of her head, so focused on trying to draw oxygen into her spasming lungs.

Benny’s eyebrows are drawn into the slightest frown of worry as he watches her continue to fight for breath. He’s holding the cap of the inhaler carefully in his large hand, making sure to only touch the outside as his free hand occupies itself by taking up the soothing motions on her back that his brother had been administering moments before. A few more ragged breaths pass before Will is guiding the device back to her mouth again. “Ok, one more time. Breathe as deep as you can-” click, hiss, inhale, “- great, hold it as long as you can.”

This time when Will pulls the inhaler away she manages nearly 5 seconds before her breath is leaving her in a whoosh again. He manages to wriggle the device out of her grasp and drops it into Benny’s waiting palm. The younger Miller drops his hand from her back just long enough to deftly click the cap back on before he returns to his gentle ministrations, inhaler gripped tightly in his other hand. Will still has one hand holding hers to his chest, but the other is now cupping her face as his thumb gently glides back and forth along her cheekbone.

“Great - you’re doing great.” The blonde murmurs encouragingly. Benny’s alarmed by how bloodshot the whites of her eyes are, but his anxious glance at his brother receives the tiniest shake of the head - Will’s silent acknowledgment of Benny’s communication and a response of ‘not now’.

Their unbreakable bond and “strange” silent communication is what had made the brothers the US Military’s most in-demand special ops team. They’d always been able to communicate in an odd, non-verbal way. It was almost a form of telepathy they’d developed as Will had essentially raised his baby brother alone, their father killed in combat when Benny was eight and Will was 13. Their mother had collapsed into a pit of grief that quickly led to violent drink-and-drug fuelled rages.

It had finally claimed her life a few months after Will’s 18th birthday. He’d joined the forces, and it had pushed her into a drugs binge so extreme she’d OD’d. Benny was 15 when he’d found her on the kitchen floor.

Will was legally old enough to be his brother’s legal guardian, and he was lucky his CO saw the potential in him - pulling strings to make sure Will could start his military career and still look after Benny.

But Benny had spiralled - causing trouble at school, fighting, doing illegal shit, getting arrested, fucking, drinking, drugs (both taking and dealing)… anything to quiet the demons in his head.

When Benny was 17 Will had found him unconscious and barely breathing on his bedroom floor after a drink-and-drug-fuelled-bender of his own. His instincts and brand-new training had kicked in and he’d flipped his baby brother onto his side, pounding his back and stopping him choking to death on his own vomit just in time. In the quiet, broken aftermath on the bedroom floor Benny had confessed to feeling relieved when they no longer had to sneak around their mother, lest she fly into a rage and Will take a beating to protect him. Will had softly, achingly admitted he was relieved that he no longer had to fear what she would do to Benny while he was at school or work, but that he would always, always take the hits to protect him, forever. He’d had a new danger to protect his baby brother from, but this time he couldn’t take the bruises in Benny’s place. They talked until the sun rose, and that afternoon Benny cleaned himself up and they went to meet Will’s CO.

They’d rapidly risen through the ranks of the forces together, making it to top-tier special ops in just three years. Will made good on his promise to protect Benny too many times to count, but especially 5 years later when he took 2 bullets that were destined to send Benny to meet their parents again. As Benny quietly cried next to his brother’s hospital bed - a sadly familiar situation in their childhood - he realised it was the first time he’d had cause to do so since their mother died.

Now, with his gaze entirely focused on her face, Benny feels the moment Will starts to relax. A second later there’s an audible change in the sound of her breathing as her chest finally starts to unlock, the strap around her ribs loosening and her lungs falling back into a shallow but steady rhythm. Benny trusts his brother - and his judgement - unquestioningly, and allows himself to start to climb down from high alert.

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Will’s hands have moved to her shoulders. With every ragged breath she seems to slump more and more, almost as if bearing her own weight is getting too tiring, and what started as a comforting tactile connection is fast becoming a grip to keep her upright.

Benny shuffles to sit beside her on the stony concrete, his side flush against hers. He’s blessed with a body that works impeccably well, but knows from experience how exhausting an anxiety attack can be and expects that an asthma attack would feel similar. After all, they’re called “attacks” for a reason.

He’s used to them from his own perspective, but to watch someone he loves so much fight not to goddamn suffocate… It’s always prickled at the back of his mind that it must be awful for Will when Benny has his anxiety attacks, but now, with the flayed-raw feeling of terror, adrenaline, and helplessness, he suddenly has a whole new appreciation for his big brother.

She leans into him, and without hesitation Benny lifts his arm and loops it around the back of her shoulders, tucking her securely against his body. Will slides his hands down her arms and grips both of her hands in his own, folding himself to sit cross-legged on the ground in front of her. He finds himself suddenly captured by her surprisingly steady gaze, intent clear in her face. After a few seconds she speaks.

“Thank you. For looking after me.” It’s the first thing she’s been able to say since she came to an abrupt halt halfway through their run together, and her rasping voice is achingly sincere. She holds Will’s gaze for a moment, then twists to catch Benny’s eye too.

Will’s heart squeezes in his chest, and he has to swallow hard around the lump in his throat. He waits to catch her gaze again before he speaks. “Always, sweetheart.”

Benny finds himself unable to speak when she looks up at him again, his insides suddenly crowded with so many feelings that he can’t express them. He’s not entirely sure they’re all his, certain that some of it is the empathetic absorption of what she’s feeling, what she’s projecting. Fear. Relief. The echo of pain.

It occurs to him that this is how it feels to have a younger sibling. The responsibility. The terror when something’s wrong and you don’t know if you can fix it.

Their gaze holds for a long moment before he has to close his burning eyes, and he presses his lips to her forehead until he can push down the tight feeling in his throat. As soon as his lips leave her skin her head droops, coming to rest in the joint of his shoulder with his pec muscle holding her in place. He notices her hands squeezing Will’s in some unheard rhythm, feels the slight tremors that run through her body.

They stay that way for some time, until Benny’s ass has started to go numb and he’s wondering if she’s fallen asleep. He glances up and catches the glint in Will’s eyes - no doubt reading his mind again, and probably sympathising with his own numb ass. After a few seconds of unspoken communication, Will gives her hands a deliberately firm squeeze and Benny feels the weight of her head lift from his chest.

The older Miller sibling tilts his head slightly to see her face better. He can see the exhaustion in her features, the way she seems to struggle to focus on him like her brain keeps zoning in and out. He’s seen it before in so many situations, not least with Benny’s anxiety attacks.

He smiles softly, waits for her eyes to focus on his own, and gently inquires “How’re you feeling?”.

“Yeah, fine.” She answers far too quickly. A conditioned response. Will raises an eyebrow and holds her gaze with his trademark raised-eyebrow-smirk. She relents under his stare with a huff.

“Tired. A bit weird, y’know? My chest and my legs. But I’ll be alright after a shower.”

Will’s nodding, as Benny adds “You should probably eat too, and drink some water.”

She nods jerkily and drops her head again. Will catches his brother’s gaze again, and he hesitates a moment, clearly considering his next words carefully.

“... I know we were going out to eat with the guys tonight, but -”

Her head shoots up from Benny’s chest, almost colliding with his chin. “ - No, no, I’ll be fine. I just need to get myself sorted -”

Will rushes to reassure her “ - no no no, I’m saying that I’m more than happy to have an excuse to stay in.”

She doesn’t immediately shoot him down again, but neither does she agree. Benny can practically hear the cogs whirring in her head as she weighs her options - not wanting to be the one who craps off their night out, but ludicrously tempted by the idea of a more casual evening with their friends.

Will exchanges another look with Benny before giving her another get-out-of-jail-free-card.

“Frankie was making noises about getting take out and watching the new Mission Impossible movie on Sky. To be honest it sounds much better than a crowded, noisy bar.”

Benny jumps on the bandwagon. “Oh man, I was praying someone would take him up on that. I’m in.”

Will smirks, keeping with the easy banter. “Why didn’t you then?”

Benny shrugs just enough to slightly jostle her. “I know you old folk don’t get out much anymore, didn’t wanna get in the way of your retirement-club day trip.” Benny fires right back.

“You’re technically retired too, y’know.”

“Yeah but we all know I had to do that so the military wouldn’t notice I was letting you take all the glory for my genius.”

Will outright laughs, and Benny feels the slight tremor of her giggle through the side of his body as he beams at their success.

His grin softening, Will ducks his head to catch her gaze again.

“You ready to head back?”

When she nods and starts to untangle herself from Benny, he jumps in to assure her.

“Hey now, there’s no rush -“

“-Nah my ass has gone numb.” She murmurs, gratefully accepting the two pairs of hands that help her to her feet and steady her when she sways slightly, her eyes going unfocused for a moment.

“One of us can carry you -“

Benny never gets to finish his sentence. “- no no, I can walk.” She smiles sheepishly. “Thanks though.”

They both nod, but neither completely let go of her as they begin a steady trudge back to the Gym they set out from God only knows how long ago.

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Thanks for reading!

There may or may not be an alternative version of this scene in which we learn a lot more about the original female character, but it's currently banging around in my head and my spicy brain takes months to actually work through these things, so please keep checking back!

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roadtogracelandx45 · 2 years

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other fandoms masterlist

i wasn't going to do this but then i saw Charlie Hunnam was coming to FanX is SLC this fall and I had to do it.

Sons of Anarchy

Triple Frontier

Star Wars

Twilight

Harry Potter

Supernatural

Band of Brothers

WWE

Avengers

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badbishficrecs · 2 years

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This blog was created to share some of the amazing stories found on tumblr!

I’m just a gal in my 30s and I have been reading fan fiction for YEARS (like 2 damn decades) about so many random people and I wanted to gather what I’ve recently read here on one page.

Also, please don’t judge me if I reblog the same story more than once - sometimes stories need to be read multiple times (and sometimes I just forget 😉)

Everything will be tagged and reblogged directly from the authors blog, most will be NSFW so no one under the age of 18, please. If something is not your cup of tea, just keep scrolling.

Please feel free to let me know of any that I should check out!

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bolllywoodhungama · 5 months

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Zack Snyder has released the first character pictures for his upcoming sci-fantasy epic. See images for Rebel Moon Part One: A Child of Fire.

On December 22, 2023, Netflix will release Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire. The breathtaking character posters for Netflix's highly anticipated sci-fantasy epic, Rebel Moon Part One: A Child of Fire, have been released. Zack Snyder brings together an exceptional team of Rebels, led by the mysterious stranger Kora, portrayed by Sofia Boutella, alongside the talented and diverse cast including Ed Skrein as Admiral Noble, Michiel Huisman as Gunnar, Charlie Hunnam as Kai, Doona Bae as Nemesis, Djimon Hounsou as Titus, Staz Nair as Tarak, E. Duffy as Milius, Cleopatra Coleman as Devra Bloodaxe.

This thrilling science-fiction opera promises an immersive experience with fascinating visuals and a mythologically rich narrative. 'Rebel Moon Part One: A Child Of Fire,' which will premiere exclusively on Netflix on August 11th, invites fans to embark on a thrilling adventure as the outstanding team of Rebels attempts to preserve a peaceful colony from the despotic forces of the Motherworld. Kora (Sofia Boutella), a stranger with a mystery past, begins a new life amid a tranquil settlement of farmers after crash landing on a moon in the farthest reaches of the universe. When the tyrannical Regent Balisarius (Fra Fee) and his cruel emissary, Admiral Noble (Ed Skrein), discover the farmers have unwittingly sold their crops to the Bloodaxes (Cleopatra Coleman and Ray Fisher), leaders of a fierce group of insurgents hunted by the Motherworld, she quickly becomes their only hope for survival. Kora and Gunnar (Michiel Huisman), a tenderhearted farmer naive in the realities of war, are tasked with finding fighters who would risk their lives to defend the people of Veldt, and assemble a small band of warriors who share a common need for redemption along the way: Kai (Charlie Hunnam), a pilot and gun for hire; General Titus (Djimon Hounsou), a legendary commander; Nemesis. Back on Veldt, Jimmy (Anthony Hopkins), an old mechanized defender hidden in the wings, awakens with a new mission. However, the newly formed rebels must learn to trust one another and fight as one before the Motherworld's soldiers arrive to exterminate them all.

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The Tellers, a family from the beloved FX show Sons of Anarchy, have been grabbing headlines as of late, as fans of the show explore their complicated yet beloved dynamic.

While certain members of the Teller clan like Jax (Charlie Hunnam) and Gemma (Katey Sagal) are more widely known, it is the Teller kids that have been stealing the show and stealing hearts. This is because even though the Tellers are a family built on a strong bond of loyalty, they are also three very different individuals all with distinct ideas and thoughts on life.

The Tellers, namely, Abel, Thomas, and Wendy, are all highly intelligent and analytical, as they debate and discuss the moral complexities within the show. They also provide a gentle yet powerful presence that offsets the bombastic personalities of Jax and the other adult characters. This is what makes the Tellers so cogent for nibbles.

The Teller kids are making their parents proud as they fight for justice and struggle to make ends meet in a world of lawlessness and chaos. They are, perhaps, the best representatives of the Tellers and their ideals, making their story particularly invaluable for fans who will no doubt appreciate the expanded insight. So far, the Tellers have shown that intelligence and poise can prevail over danger and confusion, providing viewers with a much appreciated source of RBF (real-life but fiction).

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newswisenow · 10 months

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Zack Snyder's 'Rebel Moon': OTT Release Date, Plot, and Behind-the-Scenes Revealed | Netflix's Sci-Fi Masterpiece

Finally, after much anticipation, Zack Snyder's latest science fiction masterpiece, "Rebel Moon," has unveiled its poster and release date. Netflix made the exciting announcement during its highly anticipated Tudum 2023 festival, leaving fans eagerly awaiting the film's arrival. Snyder, known for his previous directorial works such as "300" and "Justice League," took the opportunity to provide exclusive behind-the-scenes glimpses of the film during the Netflix worldwide fan event, Tudum, held in Sao Paulo, Brazil on June 18.

Zack Snyder's 'Rebel Moon': A Sci-Fi Spectacle of Epic Proportions

According to Snyder, "Rebel Moon" has been a labor of love for the past two decades, with the visionary director harboring a long-standing desire to bring this epic tale to life. Described as a colossal, atmospheric space adventure, the movie explores the themes of a valiant few against insurmountable odds, battling the forces of evil. To accommodate its expansive storyline, "Rebel Moon" features a 174-page script and is divided into two parts, both of which were shot simultaneously. This strategic approach ensures that viewers will be fully immersed in the captivating narrative from start to finish. Those eager to embark on this intergalactic journey can mark their calendars for December 22, the much-anticipated release date for the film exclusively on Netflix. https://twitter.com/NetflixIndia/status/1670812178834935810 The official trailer and plot synopsis have been unveiled, shedding light on the captivating storyline that awaits audiences. In the heart of a remote galaxy lies a peaceful colony on the brink of destruction, oppressed by a tyrannical governing force. The colony's only hope rests with Kora, portrayed by the talented Sofia Boutella, a mysterious stranger with an enigmatic past who resides among the people. In her quest to save her planet, Kora assembles a small but formidable group of warriors comprised of outsiders, rebels, peasants, and war orphans hailing from diverse planets, united by a shared yearning for redemption and revenge. Together, they embark on an impossible mission to rally skilled soldiers and mount a last stand against the oppressive Mother World. The fate of the colony hangs in the balance as Kora's courage and determination are put to the ultimate test. Unveiling the Anticipated Trailer: Get Ready for a Thrilling Glimpse into 'Rebel Moon' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nc4TDtogcs Boasting an Impressive Ensemble: Joining Sofia Boutella's Captivating Performance in "Rebel Moon" are Doona Bae, Ray Fisher, Staz Nair, E. Duffy, Charlie Hunnam, Jena Malone, Cleopatra Coleman and Fra Fee. Notably, the film is produced by Zack Snyder's wife, Deborah Snyder, adding an extra layer of passion and dedication to the project. While fans eagerly await the release of the full trailer, the behind-the-scenes video has generated significant buzz and heightened excitement for "Rebel Moon." With its December 22 release date aligning with the festive season, the film promises to deliver a thrilling and captivating cinematic experience, offering audiences a Christmas gift like no other. As the countdown to the release of "Rebel Moon" continues, fans are left eagerly anticipating the epic space odyssey that awaits them. With Zack Snyder at the helm, audiences can expect a visually stunning and emotionally charged film that pushes the boundaries of the science fiction genre. Read the full article

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msilwrites · 4 years

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True Sight (A 3AM STORY - Part of the Odd women series)

A/N: Before anything else, I really sorry that I'm only writing now. I guess the past few years of stress and overworking has finally taken its toll on me. I was recently diagnosed with Hypothyroidism and I end up sleeping way too early than my supposed bed time, because I get tired real quick. Getting to the point, I think I've become like a Koala bear who only wakes up to eat (HAHA!). Nonetheless, despite that, I still like writing, so here I am writing another story.

Worry not, I also plan to slowly update my other works. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. This was kind of inspired by King Arthur : Legend of the sword, after watching it. Hope you enjoy

Cast (Face Claims):

Princess Eliora - Original Female Character

Duke Cyril Aureus - Charlie Hunnam

ArchDuke Cynbel Aureus- Tom Hardy

Crown Prince - I have not decided yet, your suggestion is appreciated.

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PROLOGUE

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I found the story of Princess Eliora, who only appeared in less than half of the Adult Fantasy novel I was reading, to be one of the most tragic ones.

Beautiful, Kind, and Gifted though she is, the gift of 'true sight' was useless due to her naivety and ignorance, and it was the one that had to ruin her and lead her to her demise.

Born as the sole heiress, and first in line to the King of Ansgar, she was doted upon by her grandfather and the people around her. Protected from the harsh realities of the world, this made her see everything with rose-coloured glasses.

During the invasion of Ansgar, countless of lives were lost including the King's. She was also captured by the Duke Cyril and was 'taken' to the crown prince where she was treated as a distinguished guest.

Out of the pretence of friendship, she was convinced by the crown prince to become his ally, knowing that her power of 'True Sight' will be very useful to him. Moreover, she was given false promises that when he finally ascends the throne, she will be his queen and that Ansgar will be returned to her. Unfortunately, that didn't happen...

During the fight for the throne, the crown prince used her as a pawn. Just as he was about to lose his grasp to the throne, the Archduke Cynbel, a candidate for the throne and the elder brother of Duke Cyril, demanded something as an exchange for aggravating the house of Aureus. The crown prince 'offer' his most beautiful possession to the house of Aureus: Princess Eliora. In the end, she was given and sent to the Ducal house like a toy.

But Cynbel was not interested in Eliora, or even the power that she held. To him it was useless, due to her being naive. What good was the gift of 'discernment' and true sight when one was a fool? And knowing that she was nothing but a pawn of the crown prince, he gave her to his brother, Cyril.

Well, you can guess what happened... because Eliora's reputation had already been tainted in court due to her association with the crown prince and the stories that were spread about their relationship when he 'dropped' her, she was labelled a 'loose' woman, and a courtesan, despite being a virgin.

No one trusted her and no one saw her anything beyond a pawn and naive princess from a fallen kingdom. Despite that, the house of Aureus treated her properly when she was given to them. Cyril was enamoured with her beauty from the beginning when he had captured her. Eliora, despite being hurt from what the crown prince did, and was unwilling, she was resigned to her fate. She became Cyril's 'lover'. And by lover, means that she is to be a slave to his lust... However, Cyril was not someone who would force himself upon a woman. Therefore, he had taken his time to seduce her until she completely became his.

Despite her being Cyril's mistress, Eliora was still treated well. However, many pages of sex scenes later between Cyril and her, the story progresses into a darker tone. Because of a court conspiracy, and political war, Eliora was accused of being a spy. As she was a foreign princess from a conquered land, she was accused of destroying the royal family, and a cause of infighting among the princes. It was too late when they found out that the perpetrator of the lie was the crown prince. Cynbel, the head of Ducal house of Aureus, did his best to prove the princess' innocence but couldn't do much to defend her, else they will be accused of treason to the throne.

As punishment... Eliora was executed in the most brutal way. Her eyes, which has the power of 'true sight' were ripped out of her head, and she was left to bleed in pain until she died. A tragic ending for an innocent woman.

I closed the book and returned it back into the shelf. It was early in the afternoon, and I felt the weight in my heart after re-reading the novel. Which is why I decided to take a short nap to get it out of my head. Much to my dismay, when I woke up. I was somewhere else.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that one, a new odd heroine is to come. In the beginning, I was planning on making it into a webtoon. But my energy level in my body is just isn’t there. But who knows? ! most probably one day I will!

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To Keep Me Safe From You: Part Two

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.8k+

[summary]: the tension between you and Jax is so surreal, now the kitchen counter will have to do.

[cw]: this chapter is basically pure smut, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), praise, overstimulation, kitchen sex, some pet names, creampie, mentions of killing

[authors note]: so after the cliff hanger from the first chapter i felt like i had to add something truly spicy here. this is the filthiest thing i've ever wrote so i hope you enjoy. i'm going to be adding a part 3 so if you like this please let me know if you want to be tagged!

His mouth was relentless, crushing into yours. His hands moved from your neck slowly down your chest, pulling at the buttons that held your shirt. You had forgotten you were still in your diner uniform until now, as Jax grasped at your blouse. His mouth continued to crash against yours, melting any resistance you might have felt away. He pulled away for a moment, a devilish grin forming as he looked down at you, barely sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Take it off.”

You tried to form enough space to pry your clothes from your body, but Jax refused to let you move. He watched as you fought with each button, desperate to remove your dirty clothes and be seen by the man who wanted to kill you only a short while ago. Your mind was twisted by the shift of events. Your head told you to run, but the heat between your legs screamed otherwise.

As you fumbled with the last button of the shirt, Jax had already pulled your arms from the sleeves, exposing your frill lace bra and stomach. He grasped at your shoulders, his fingers underneath the straps, separating them from your skin. His fingers felt like velvet, moving from the straps to the cups of your breasts. He reached around your back to release you, letting the bra fall to the ground. He watched as you leant back further into the countertop, groaning at the feel of his hands kneading into your breasts. Your face felt warm, like Jax’s eyes were burning into you as he watched. He lifted you onto the countertop, pulling your face into his once more.

His hand wrapped around the back of your head, gripping at your hair in the messy bun it had sat in since your shift ended. He moved down between your legs where he forced them apart, his fingers tracing your warmth as you gasped in response. “I think you’re already wet under there for me.” His hand pressed firmly into you, causing friction between your underwear and your jeans, relieving the pressure building into your mound. He leant into you and his breath was pouring into your ear, “you want me to touch you?”, he whispered.

Your breath grew faster, “please” you begged.

His grip on your sex grew, pressing into you while you pushed yourself further into him, searching for further relief as you rubbed against his hand.

His tone demanded, “say it again.”

You whimpered, head tilting further from the hands twisted into your hair as his other claimed you. He began to release at your hesitation.

“Please please please”, you were begging.

Jax chuckled into your ear, “that’s it darlin’. Tell me.”

He lifted his hand from your mound, finding the buttons of your jeans. He pulled them just far enough that his fingers trailed the top of your fold, gnawing at the entrance of your clit.

“Jax, please. Please-“

He moaned in response to hearing you plead with him, pulling your face into his using his grip on your hair. His lips were almost on yours, but he held you so firm that you couldn’t move any closer.

"You look so pretty when you beg. What if I just keep going?"

You unraveled at the words, the thought of this never ending, the threat of him killing you almost pained you less. Your body was screaming for him, begging for release. The frustration filled you as soft moans uncontrollably escaped your throat.

Jax smiled playfully as he let go of your hair, pulling both hands to your hips before removing your jeans. They fell to the floor along with the rest of your clothes, as you sat there, half naked on your kitchen island. He stood before you, fully clothed in his jeans and kutte, watching you fall apart in anticipation. He leant back, drinking you in as you stared back at him with your messy bun and desperate eyes.

“Touch yourself.”

He was strict in tone but not how it had sounded earlier that night. It was different, not harsh, but authoritative. The direction sent tingles down your spine into your hips. You did as he asked, lifting your feet onto the counter, bent at the knees and spread wide. You kept your eyes on his as he watched you place a hand down your underwear, engulfing yourself with your fingers.

He was right.. you were soaked.

Your head fell back as you whimpered at the relief, yet you yearned for more, still desperate for the man in front of you, eyes blazing. You pulled your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him. Before he could demand you to himself, you inserted a finger into your dripping entrance, moans exploding between your breaths in response to the sensation. You lifted your head to see him looking straight down at your fingers sliding in and out of your cunt.

“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?”

Your eyes closed as you whimpered, “mhmm.. I want- you.”

“Tell me more.” He grasped at your thighs, pulling the skin apart further from your mound. It was all too much.

“I want you to take me, Jax.”

“Again.”

“Please.”

“You want me to fuck you after I almost killed you?”

You couldn’t respond, whimpers escaping as you attempted to speak. His voice melted any remaining pieces of you into nothing, withering at the desperation. He wanted you to beg for him.

“After I taped you up and left you helpless?”

“Fuck, Jax.”

“That’s what you want darlin’?”

“Yes, Jax. Please- please fuck me.”

His lips found you, his teeth gleaming against yours as you continued to thrust your fingers into your sex.

You heard the buckle of his belt clasp, and shortly after his leather kutte hit the floor. He grasped your knees as he spread your legs further apart. One of his hands was on top of yours, as it repeatedly thrusted into your slick. He moved it to your clit, holding it firmly in place. “Don’t move your hand from here. You understand?”

You nodded in response. You felt like nearing climax at the sensation of his words and the feeling of your fingers being directed by him. Suddenly you felt him hard in you, his length taking all of you with one movement. The fullness was overwhelming, leaving you gasping with relief. Your mound tightened around his cock as he repeatedly pounded into you, still securing your hand to yourself as he guided it, circling around your clit. He grasped at your hip with his other, pushing you further into his cock. Jax groaned, “You feel like you were made for me.”

You can’t help but whine at his praise, now moving your own hand with ferocity on your mound. The pressure began to build again, and your other hand clutched at his hair.

“You’re going to come for me, babe. All around me.”

Your eyes widened as you lost all senses. He continued to fill you over and over and over again, the warmth of his length pulsating inside you. His hand grasped your neck, placing his thumb in your mouth. You bit on it to suppress your screams, moaning into him.

“Let me watch you.”

His thumb left your mouth and held your eyes into place with his. That did it. You came all over him, squeezing his cock with your orgasm, groaning louder than you thought possible as tears began to stream down your face. His eyes glued to yours as they rolled into the back of your head. Your slick began to pool beneath you, filling the counter top. You want to move away from your now oversensitive spot, but Jax still secured your hand with his, rubbing your slick with your own fingers into your clit. “Not yet, darlin’.”

Jax pounded harder into you, filling you further with every stroke. You cried out from the fullness, wiggling your ass on the countertop to find relief from the wetness that now surrounded you. With every movement Jax pulled you closer, bringing his cock even deeper into you. The contrast between his thrusts and your hand was too much, your mind became clouded again as his heat filled you. You screamed out, building pressure releasing onto him again as your mound tightened on his cock. You feel him twitch inside your swollen, climaxing cunt, grinding into you more urgently than before. He releases the grip from your hand and uses both to pull your hips into him, pushing deeper as he reaches his finish inside of you. You both collapsed breathlessly into each other, your head laid against his chest.

For a moment you both stayed that way in silence, until Jax leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Hope you’re on the pill.” You looked at him warily, pretending to be shocked. “The pill?” Jax narrowed his eyes at you, feigning from looking terrified.

You giggled into his chest, “I wouldn’t let some murdeous outlaw fuck me without it.”

Jax smiled back at you before lifting you from the counter into his arms, heading towards the bedroom.

“Let’s get cleaned up. I’ve got some murderous outlaws to handle.”

He placed you on the bed, and walked into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on. “You seem familiar with your surroundings”, you called out to him. Jax peered out from behind the bathroom door, grinning at you. “I had some time to look around.”

You laid there, listening to the water running, sticky and exhausted. You wondered what time it was, glancing at the alarm clock on your bedside table that showed it was 8am. “Fuck”, you muttered to yourself. You had to be back at work by midday. As you stood up to follow him into the shower, a phone began ringing from the kitchen. Jax walked out, your towel on his hips, and kissed you on the forehead. “I’ll join you in a moment darlin’, I gotta answer that.”

You stood in the doorway as Jax disappeared into the kitchen. Maybe you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but you figured you’d skipped the niceties by this point.

He picked up the phone from his kutte that hadn’t left the floor, and lifted the flip top, placing it to his ear. “What do you want, Tig.” He lit a half smoked cigarette that laid in the ashtray on the counter.

“No. I resolved the issue, nothin’ more to discuss.”

He was silent for a moment, before sighing, running his hand through his hair. You hadn’t known him for long, but he had the same demeanor as earlier that night, he looked stressed.

“I said it’s done.” His voice suddenly became sharp. He crushed the cigarette into the tray. He began pacing the kitchen, listening intently to whoever was on the other line, as he walked into the hallway between the kitchen and your room. He stopped when he saw you standing in the doorway, staring at you as he spoke, his eyes turning soft.

“Save it for Chapel. Tomorrow at noon.”

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part three

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maplemind · 1 year

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I’ve started watching Sons of Anarchy purely because of Charlie Hunnam in Triple Frontier. I was certain SOA wasn’t my kind of thing, and to be fair some of it really isn’t my thing, but I’m so attached to Jax already (genuinely not just coz he’s cute, I genuinely love his character).

Aaaaand I found Garrett’s music because he was in Triple Frontier and now it’s my comfort playlist, and Country Strong is one of my comfort movies.

I watched Triple Frontier because I love Oscar Isaac and now I have Pedro, Charlie, and Garrett to love too. Thank you Triple Frontier, I truly owe you!

No SOA spoilers please! I’m still only on the first season!!!!

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mandorush · 3 years

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Fic Recs: May Edition!

Another month came to an end, so here I am again! May has been a weird month for me, I have been feeling a little meh, and although I am working on a few incredible projects (film course, editing my podcast, my Redbubble shop), I feel like I’ve been absent from the fandom and Tumblr in general. I couldn’t get myself to read most of the times, and I’ve been reading very different fics compared to my April list. Well, with no further ado, here’s a list of amazing stories (and incredible writers) that helped me get through this month!

@charnelhouse anything from her masterlist. I’d love to give you a specific title, but I can’t. Her fictions are simply TOO GOOD. From pornstar!Din to Will/Ben Miller to Triple Frontier orgies, just go through her masterlist, you won’t regret it.

@loversandantiheroes Wet Work (Or: How To Lose Your Rental Deposit In Two Easy Steps) (Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!reader) - I stumbled on this fic as someone I follow reblogged it (this is why it’s important to reblog guys!). I felt it, deep inside. Is it possible to be envious of a fictional self-insert character? Because I am. I’d burn my rental deposit too to have what Frankie did to reader haha

@rayslittlekitten Maybe (Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x GN!Reader) - Beautiful. The yearning, Will’s sweetness, the plot twist! The best ‘we got drunk and shit happened’ fic I’ve read so far!

@youvebeenlivingfictional this request (Will Miller x Reader) part of her 2K Followers Celebration - This one is sweet and short, but it gave me butterflies. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s her incredible writing skills, maybe the mood I was in when I read it, maybe it’s just Will (maybe all of the things above), but it’s so adorable and sweet, I’m in love.

@krissology Forget Me Not series (Ezra x Fem!reader) - Again, I stumbled on this beautiful fic thanks to a reblog and I binged it in a day. Now that I’m all caught up, I patiently wait for Kriss to update and whenever I see a new chapter my heart goes pitter-patter haha You just have to read it to understand how amazing it is!

@brandyllyn Make Dreams Truth (Dark Ezra x F!reader) - First of all, read the warnings before you start reading this. Secondly, wow. Just wow. ‘Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique’. If you are planning on writing more, feel free to tag me x

I still have a long reading list to go through (as I said, May has been a little weird for me so I didn’t have the chance to read much, I’m sorry!), but if you have any recs for me - I’m currently really into Will Miller/Ben Miller and Raymond Smith too - feel free to send them over!

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9 People I would like to get to know better tag

Thank you to @mrsgeorgeluz for tagging me, its been awhile since i i have done one of these

Last Song: Still Sounds Good- New Kids on the Block

Currently Watching: Band of Brothers, Hawaii Five-O, Blue Bloods, Chicago PD and Sons of Anarchy

Currently Reading: Dick Winters biographies, April 1945 and December 1941 + fan fictions

Current Obsessions: BoB (always),Charlie Hunnam, Supernatural and Chris Evans

Tagging anyone who wants to do it really

#ash rambles #tag games

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justimagineitblog · 4 years

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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 8

A/N: OKAY YOU GUYS.... NEW CHARACTER ALERT.....

INTRODUCING: Charlie Hunnam - he fit the idea for this character perfectly so I decided to use his face and name for this new character x

Also lotsss of jealous Michael !!!!!!!!! I loved writing this chapter, it was so entertaining to bring in a new character and throw a spanner in the works. I hope you enjoy it xxx

“We’re going to a benefit event this weekend, for networking. They haven’t seen us show our faces for a long time, and I think it’s about time we do”

That’s what Tommy had announced yesterday at the meeting. Gina had clapped excitedly, exclaiming to Michael how she’d never been to an English ball before.

I, however, could not have been less enthusiastic. Up until now I have not had to deal much with Gina and Michael as a pair. Michael alone is already way to much for me to handle emotionally. Moments I’m around him are spent with a racing mind and heart as I try and figure out what he is thinking. And even in moments where we’re not around each other, my every thought is consumed by him. It has been two days since Michael and I shared that moment in the office, and I’m still recovering. I can still physically feel the pit in my stomach, and the way my stomach dropped when I saw the tears on Michael’s face. I replay it on a continuous loop. And the last thing he said to me has had me completely torn up in an internal battle. He had said he wanted this. And I can’t stop obsessing over whether the use of past tense means that this is not what Michael wants anymore. That he wanted Gina. He wanted to marry her. He wanted me to keep away from him. But maybe he isn’t so sure anymore?

But hey, it’s not like I’m ever going to ask him what the hell he is thinking. What he is doing. What happened. Does he regret it? I could never ask him. Because maybe Michael will never wake up to himself. And there is no way in hell I’m letting my heart get broken twice. As for Michael, he has barely even looked at me since. Talk about whose avoiding who now. Michael is pretty much doing my job for me. Dipping out of every room quickly when I walk in. Looking at the floor or practically anywhere but at me when we have to be around each other.

Right now I’m stood here trying on 6 different dresses to wear to the races today, growing even more frustrated at how none of them are just right.

I haven’t dressed up in a long time. I was even slightly excited at the idea. But now I just feel defeated. I used to love putting on my best dress and watching Michael melt. The look on his face when he would see me. The way he would whisper to me, letting me know I wouldn’t have the dress on for much longer once we got home.

But no one is looking now.

Sighing, I settle on a floor length, yellow gown. I haven’t worn it yet. I slip into it, feeling out of place and worthless. Funny how everything looked better when it was under Michael’s gaze.

Now I’m just a girl in a yellow dress.

I rush through the rest of my makeup and hair, hurrying out of my apartment just in time for the car that the Shelby’s organised for me. The whole car ride I clutch my purse nervously. I can only imagine Gina will look stunning. And I will have to watch Michael look at her the way he used to look at me. As I see the event grow closer in the horizon, I want to hijack the vehicle and go home. Desperately. But at least Polly, Tommy and Arthur will be there. I can’t let them down. This is important for my job. I need to make moves and network with people.

That’s all I have to do. Just keep my head down and do my job.

I feel completely out of my body as I slide out of the car, expecting my legs to give way underneath me. I head up the steps to the entrance where they will ask for my name and who I’m with. Normally I would show up with Michael and no questions would be asked. We would get a respectful nod from the doorman and be let in without questions asked. I almost wish that I might just fall down the steps and straight into a black hole where I don’t have to go ahead with this. But now it’s too late. I’m greeted at the door by tall men who could do a lot of damage and a woman with a clipboard.

“Isabelle. I’m on the Shelby Limited table” I say abruptly, completely ignoring her warm welcome. I don’t mean to, but my mind is completely in a foggy haze. As she runs her finger down the paper to check I’m on list, I search the room full of people behind the security guards. No signs of Michael or Gina. Yet.

“Not a problem, go ahead ma’am” she nods as the security guards separate for me to walk through. I stare at the busy room ahead like a deer in headlights, composing myself before I set foot inside. Wearing my best fake smile I begin weaving my way through the crowd. I search desperately for the Shelby’s in every face I see with no luck. Knowing my fortune, I’ll probably run straight into Michael and Gina.

But maybe tonight the lucky stars are on my side. As I reach the top of the stair well that will lead into the heart of the party, I scan the room once more. This time, my eyes land on Tommy, Polly and Arthur. With a sigh of relief, I practically fly down the stairs. Not even caring if I trip and fall. I just need to get to my people. Where I feel safe. Tommy spots me, and soon after Polly and Arthur do too.

As I finally reach them I pull her into my arms for a much needed hug. I’m already on edge and I’ve only just arrived. Tonight is going to be fun… When we let go, she holds me out in front of her, looking me up and down.

“Good god girl” she exclaims, shaking her head.

“Do I look okay?”

“Are you fucking joking, you look stunning”

Her compliment steady’s my nerves a little, and before I know it Tommy is reaching out to me. I take his hand and he pulls me in, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“You look beautiful Izzy” he coos, his eyes are warm and genuine “And don’t forget to breathe, eh” He chuckles as he notices my energy. I’m nervous wreck and just about anyone could tell. Right now I feel like a slight breeze could knock me off my feet.

I exhale slowly, nodding at him. No one calms me like Tommy can. He is always so strong. Calm. Steady. Sure of himself. And that rubs of on me every time.

He gives me a quick reassuring wink like he always does, as Arthur butts into the conversation.

“Fucking hell eh,” his rough voice booms as pulls me in for a hug like Arthur always does “Wait till Michael gets a load of this-“

Polly swats at him immediately, hitting his arm with her hang bag.

“Well we won’t have to wait long for that now will we-“ Tommy retorts in a hushed voice as his eyes lock on someone in the distance.

Simultaneously, we all look over our shoulders to see Michael and Gina headed our way. A giant pit begins to hollow out in my stomach immediately at the sight of them. They haven’t noticed us yet as they walk with their arms linked, laughing and talking with each other.

Almost as if it was perfect timing, a waiter greets us, offering glasses of wine. Without thinking I reaching for one, throwing it back faster than I probably should. I can feel Polly’s look of concern as she watches me skull the drink.

“Hello everyone” I hear Gina’s obnoxious accent greet us as her and Michael finally meet up with us.

Mustering up whatever small amount of liquid courage the wine gave me, I place my empty glass down on the table and turn to face them with tight lipped smile.

The second Gina’s eyes fall over me, she transforms from a smiling trophy wife to a stone cold statue. They lock onto me like lasers before raking up and down my body, the same way they did on the first day we met. When her eyes finally meet mine again, she looks absolutely livid. Fuming. I’ve seen that same look on her before.

Possessively, she tightens her grip on Michael’s arm. Michael. I hadn’t even dared to look at him yet. But just like always it doesn’t take long for our darting eyes to meet. When they do, I find that he looks speechless. Frozen. His lips are parted in what I can only assume is shock. As he stares at me, at my body, he looks… breathless. Which is probably exactly how I look right now. I feel wildly uncomfortable, my heart rate picking up it’s pace as he gazes at me without blinking.

Tommy, Arthur and Polly quickly begin talking to ease the tension. They begin complimenting Gina on how lovely she looks. She’s dressed in a tight, silver gown, with her signature fur shawl drapes over her shoulders.

“It’s vintage” Gina smiles proudly, before turning her attention back to Michael. But the smile from her ego being stroked is quickly slapped of her face when she she’s how Michael is staring at me. Her head snaps towards him, looking completely offended that he’s even looking at me. She stares at her husband in bewilderment, but then her head rotates towards me. She clears her throat, which startles Michael. His eyes quickly dart away from my body, his neck growing red under his collar.

“Yellow…” Gina begins raising her eyebrows at me “How sweet, you look… bright”

She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her voice is so condescending its basically dripping with it. And her sweet smile is anything but sweet. It’s vicious. Forced. Tight lipped.

I want to bite back. I want to tell her how much that fur shawl she thinks makes her look expensive actually just looks like something she killed and skinned herself.

But I don’t. This woman has taken everything from me. I won’t let her take my pride. My dignity.

I take slow, calming deep breath before responding to her attempt at offending me with a cool smile. Underneath my skin she might have me boiling with rage. But I would never show her that.

“You look stunning Gina”

Her brows furrow ever so slightly as she fights to control the shock on her face. I caught her off guard. She expected me to strike back. To make a fool of myself. But I won’t let her have that satisfaction.

Then without quite knowing why, I turn to Michael, who looks like he’s about to have a heart attack when I lock my eyes onto his. I can see his stomach doing back flips as he waits in anticipation for what I’m about to say.

“And you have a beautiful wife, you must be so lucky”

And with one last smile, I excuse myself from the group and walk away. I try to walk with a strong stride, as if I’m sure of where I’m going. But I’m not. I’m just walking in any direction that will take me away from them, weaving through strangers as the adrenaline leaves my body. I’m not trying to leave, but I need to catch my breath for a second.

I need fresh air… and another drink.

Somehow, I manage to find my way to a back court yard, full off people smoking to relieve their stress. I’m not a smoker, but it’s still fresh air. And hell, at least I’m not the only one trying to escape the party. I don’t know why they bother coming out here, people are lighting up cigarettes inside anyway.

I find an empty chair to sit in, and I’m relieved to be able to stop for a second and gather myself. I can’t believe Gina. That woman is vile. Vicious. Poisonous. A snake dressed up in vintage dresses. Michael staring at me like he’s just seen a ghost.

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a mans voice, asking if he can take a seat. I look up in the direction of the voice and find myself stunned. He is tall, much taller than me even though I’m sitting I can still see that he towers over me. He greets my shock with a warm smile. He seem’s nice enough.

“Uh, yes, of course” I quickly reply, realising I’m just staring like a someone who doesn’t know how to act in social situations.

“Sorry, for frightening you” he smiles sheepishly as he takes a seat. God, am I that easy to read.

“No, it’s fine, honestly, I was just thinking” I shake my head

“Thinking is good” he smirks, then extends a slender hand towards me “I’m Charlie”

“Isabelle” I introduce myself, feeling oddly comfortable around this man. I take his hand in mine and shake it gently.

“I’ll let you continue thinking?” He asks, suddenly looking guilty for interrupting my solitude.

“No please,” I shake my head, urging him to continue talking “That’s the last thing I want to be doing”

“Noted” he grins back “What brings you here, Isabelle”

“To this court yard or to this ball?” I tease, surprised at my own playfulness.

“Let’s start with the ball first then”

“To the ball… Work”

“And to this luxurious court yard?” He jokes, gesturing to our slightly run down surroundings.

I pause for a moment. What do I say? That I just ran away from my ex partner and his new wife? That I’m hiding from them to avoid the suffocating tension between us? Because I think he still loves me but he won’t just admit it?

“The fresh air” I retort sarcastically.

He watches me closely, the glint of a smile in his eyes as the corners of his mouth curl up. He nods, accepting that he’s not going to get anymore out of me than that. But I feel bad. Normally I’m an open book. I love people. But my situation with Michael is far to complex even me to understand, let alone explain to a stranger. Feeling guilty for not giving him much of a decent conversation, I turn to face him directly.

“What about you, Charlie?”

He hums, looking up as he thinks “To the court yard or the ball?”

I can’t help but grin at his quick wit, as he gives me a dose of my own medicine. But clearly only jokingly teasing me, he continues to answer my question.

“Here to support my brother, he runs one of the charities being honoured tonight”

I smile. This man. Charlie. He is sweet.

“To the court yard, however, I have also come to get fresh air. These kinds of events aren’t really my thing”

“You and me both” I nod “Not that we’re getting much fresh air anyway”

He laughs softly, nodding along with me in agreement.

“Do you drink, Isabelle?” He questions

“Only on days that end with Y” I smirk, answering his question.

He beams back at me, seeming almost like he’s not used to this.

“You know I’m thinking a drink at the bar might do us better than this lovely fresh air”

I cock my head to the side, watching him closely. I don’t know this man. Not well, anyway. This isn’t the type of networking I was planning on doing. But when was the last time I did something for me? Michael does. Michael puts his needs first every day. And the longer I look at this man, the longer I realise how absolutely stunning he is. And yeah, maybe I want to have a goddamn drink with him. I stand up from my chair and he quickly follows my lead with a grin. Without a word, he extends his arm to me and I take it, defying every part of me that feels weird hiding any mans arm that isn’t Michael’s. I’m doing this for me.

What ensues is a half hour of drinking at the bar, where we learn more about each other. Every time he opens his mouth I’m taken aback by how funny, intelligent and sweet this man is. He meets every joke of mine with an even better one. His quick wit keeping up with mine like it’s nothing. He says the right thing. The nice thing. The funny thing. His laugh is divine, and I begin to notice his deeply set smile lines and subtle dimples. Everything about Charlie is new. Exciting. I’ve been so fixated, so used to Michael for so long that I find myself in awe of the man in front of me.

I almost forget we are even at an event until a voice booms into the air over a loud and screeching microphone. The voice asks us all to returns to our seats for dinner, before the event properly begins.

“What table are you at?”

“I’m not sure, actually” I reply as I quickly realise I’m not sure where the Shelby’s are seated. Suddenly I see Polly’s face appear in the crowd. She hasn’t spotted me yet, but I can tell she is looking for me. Shit. Panic sets in. I know Polly wouldn’t be mad at me for having drinks with another man. In fact I’m sure she’d encourage it. But I’m not ready. I’m not ready to have her see me with another man. Very quickly, I begin to feel horrible about this. Maybe I shouldn’t be getting drinks with another man. God what am I doing?

“You alright?” I hear Charlie ask and I look back at him nervously.

“Uh, yeah I, I just think I need to-“ my sentence is interrupted by panic as Polly is getting closer and closer.

“It’s alright, you should get back” He reassures me. I look up at him with furrowed brows and nods in understanding, but his smile looks sad. God I feel terrible. But I can’t stay.

“I’m sorry” I apologise in a rush as I hurry away from him, desperate to get back to the table without being seen by Polly.

To my relief, I manage to stalk my way around the crowd and avoid Polly. But once I feel like I breathe a sigh of relief, I’m smacked in the face with another wave of panic. Now I have to sit with Gina and Michael at dinner. I hurry up to our table once I spot it, and slide into my seat so quickly only Tommy notices me sit down. Noticing I’m out of breath he furrows his brows at me.

“Did you run here or something?” he laughs nudging me playfully with his shoulder. I scoff. I practically did, yeah.

“Oh, there you are!” Polly’s voice exclaims suddenly, drawing attention to me. Gina and Michael’s heads both shoot over my way, and it doesn’t take long to get served a disgusted look from Gina. But right now Gina and her bitch face is on the bottom of my worry list. I’m just relieved that I made it back to the table without Polly seeing me with Charlie. Oh god. I cringe remembering how I left him in the lurch at the bar. I all but ran away from the guy while he was half way through a sentence.

Suddenly waiters start appearing from the kitchen doors, serving the dinner to all the guests. Desperate to have something to distract me, I busy myself with the food and try to centre myself again. I let the chatter of the party fall into the background as I zone out, my mind travelling back to Charlie. I made a complete fool of myself. He was perfectly nice. More than nice. He was completely charming. Why did I just run away from him like that. At one point, I happen to catch eyes with Michael, who seems to already be looking at me. His eyes dart away from me quickly trying to pretend like I didn’t catch him looking. But I don’t even bother entertaining him for that right now. This awkward staring game he is playing is getting very old, very fast.

Does he expect me to read his goddamn mind?

Before I know it, dinner is over, and the afternoons festivities begin. The host drones on for many long, painful minutes, most of the time bragging about their generosity towards the charities here tonight. I try not to laugh. Doesn’t the boasting kind of defeat the purpose of the philanthropy? As he finally wraps up his self centred speech I assumed that might all just go back to mingling and forcing small talk with all these strangers, but no. As the band begins to play music once more, the host announces that the ball room floor has opened.

Gina exclaims excitedly at Michael as couples all over the room begin to stand and make their way to the dance floor in the middle of the room.

You’ve got to be kidding me. I look up at the ceiling and to the heavens above. Someone up there really has it out for me.

I watch as Michael forces a smile at Gina as she tugs on his coat, begging him to dance.

“Dance with me baby?” She pouts, sounding like a whining child. I bite the inside of my lip, trying not to scoff out loud. Michael hates being called baby. When we were together, he used to love the way I called him ‘my love’. He had insisted that he could never imagine being called by any other name. Joking that he would change his name legally so I couldn’t call him anything but ‘my love’.

Reluctantly, he places his napkin on the table and helps Gina up out of her chair.

“Excuse us, I have to dance with my husband” she says to the table as she hangs of Michael’s arm, but I know she’s directing that comment directly at me. Everyone nods, excusing them from the table. I try to wipe the look of hurt, jealousy and anger of my face as I watch them join the rest of the dancing couples.

“Thought you might need this” Arthur’s voice says in my ear as he sits down next to me, sliding a glass of wine in my direction.

“What would make you think that?” I reply sarcastically, but give him a grateful smile. For the next few songs I watch them pensively over the top of the rim of my glass. Gina is beaming up at Michael. Clutching onto him possessively every time another woman gets to close. Michael doesn’t look totally miserable either. He even looks like he’s enjoying himself for a few fleeting moments. Of course he is. He’s married. His wife is beautiful. She adores him. What more could he want, right?

After the 3rd song finishes they leave the dance floor and begin to return to the table. I force my eyes down to the ground, to make out like I haven’t just been staring at them for the past 15 minutes.

They only just reach the table, taking their seats, when a males voice says my name from beside us.

In shock at hearing my name, I look up in its direction. My eyes meet with a pair of familiar blue eyes and a gentle smile.

Charlie.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He proposes, extending his arm to me. When he see’s my hesitance he gives me a deep, knowing look. Like he’s been watching this all unfold and he has come to whisk me away. To save me. I should feel embarrassed. Awkward. Another man offering to dance with me when Michael is right there should feel weird. But instead I just feel… butterflies. The good kind. I want to let myself do this. Why not. I don’t have anyone to be loyal to. I have been loyal to Michael since day one. He hasn’t returned that. I don’t owe him a goddamn thing.

Without a word I take his hand, rising from my seat. His face lights up, and he gives me a smile that looks… proud. He squeezes my hand once, before linking my arm with his.

“Thank you” he nods at the Shelby’s respectfully with a small bow “I’ll have her back soon”

I glance over at all their faces as we walk away. Tommy and Arthur watch on like protective brothers, and Polly has a proud smile on her face. She loves her son, but I know she’s thinking how much he deserves to have this rubbed in his face. Speaking of Michael, the look on his face is priceless. He looks hot and angry, his face distorted and twisted half between fury and… hurt.

But I don’t have much time to look at Michael, not while Charlie is leading me through the dance floor until we find a clear spot to stand. He smirks as we face each other. He places one large, slender hand on my waist while the other interlocks with mine. I take a deep breath to steady myself. Another mans touch is so unfamiliar to me. He watches me carefully, reading me like a book. Sensing my nerves, he very slowly and gently pulls me closer to him. Not to fast. But not to slow. How the hell does he know how to do the right thing every time?

Feeling how calm and steady he is has the same effect on me, and I feel my rushing mind and racing heart begin to slow.

“Hi again” he coos softly, smiling down at me.

“Hi” I reply, unable to help the grin that is growing wider and wider on my own face. I follow his lead as we begin to sway along to the slow jazz music that is playing in the background. I frown slightly, still feeling guilty about leaving him.

“I’m so sorry about before” I apologise looking up at him sheepishly.

“Don’t be” He shakes his head, dismissing my concern “Just don’t run off from me while we’re in the middle of the dance floor yea, might not recover from that one” he teases. We both chuckle.

“I’m not going anywhere” I assure him

“That’s fine by me” he bites his lip as we find ourselves getting even closer to one another until we’re pressed right up against one another. As we share a moment just gazing at one another, I can’t help but wonder he came just at the right time. Who the hell sent this man?

Suddenly turns us around in a circle, holding me tight as we spin. Catching me off guard, he lowers me down into a dip. His strong hand supports my back, and my head falls back as I laugh gleefully. When he brings me back up, our faces are so close that our noses are touching. I half expect him to kiss me, to take advantage of this moment. But he doesn’t. He remains a perfect gentleman. I’m completely caught up in him, caught up in our own little bubble when it is burst by the sight of Michael over Charlie’s shoulder.

He is standing with the Shelby’s and Gina, as they’re mingling and chatting with another family. But he’s not paying attention to them. He is glaring at Charlie and I over the top of his drink. He throws it back angrily, before all but slamming it down on the table. I can see his chest rising and falling heavily from here. Michael isn’t even trying to hide his jealously. I can’t believe the audacity of Michael. It’s almost laughable.

“You good?” Charlie asks with concern, noticing that I’m distracted. He also notices Michael as he looks between us. I think for a moment, and funnily enough, I am good. I’m good. Right now, with Charlie, I feel untouchable.

“I’m wonderful” I nod and he smiles with relief.

“Yeah,” he breathes “You are”

As the next song picks up in pace, he dances me around the floor. He spins me, twirling me around, but catches me again every time. We laugh with each other, enjoying getting completely wrapped up in the moment. I completely forget about Michael. In fact, I completely forget anyone else is even in the room until the final song comes to an end.

We linger for a moment, still enamoured with each other while most people begin to leave the dance floor. I feel almost high of the chemistry between us. The host announces that the final song also marks the ending of the evening. He is the first to break our bubble as he begins to let go of me slowly, his hand lingering on my waist before he finally lets go.

“Alright, I think I’ve stolen you for long enough” he chuckles, breaking the tension between us “You can run now if you like”

“I might be to out of breath for that” I retort with a laugh “Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“I was just saving my best moves for you”

“Thank you, for…” I begin, but I can’t finish my sentence. Thank you for the dance, yes. But how do I thank him for saving my from a night of torture at the table with Michael and Gina.

“Trust me, the pleasure has been all mine”

“I haven’t had that much fun in a long time”

“Well that makes two of us”

Theres a long, long moment between us. I may not have done this in a while but I still know what happens next. That’s when my nerves begin to return slowly but surely. Can I do this? He is wonderful. Everything about him is wonderful. And the chemistry is palpable. But am I ready for this?

Sensing that I’m uncomfortable, he bows slightly. “I’ll let you get back. It’s been lovely meeting you, Isabelle” he smiles down at me.

I watch as he turns, almost about to walk away when something comes over me. I quickly reach for his coat pulling him back to me.

“Wait,” I say desperately as he steps closer to me “Come home with me”

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　　　　　　　　　　• Shadowhunters: fan cast •

　　　Clary Fairchild: Luca Hollestelle; 　　　Jace Wayland: Charlie Hunnam (Young version); 　　　Jocelyn Fairchild: Jessica Chastain; 　　　Luke Garroway: Michael Vartan;

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Higher Education- Chapter Four

Warning: kissing, drinking, mentions of hooking up

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I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve and threw my ballet shoes into my bag. Class had been tough today but fun as we were learning some very unique modern movements and combining them with traditional ballet. I left the studio and was surprised to see Charlie leaning against the wall outside the door, all tall and blond and handsome. Girls from my class giggled and checked him out as the left, but his eyes never left mine.

“Hey Veronica,” Charlie pushed off the wall and fell into step next to me.

“Oh, hi Charlie,” I replied. I was sweaty and gross but he didn’t appear to mind as he casually slung his arm over my shoulder.

“Looking forward to tonight?” he asked.

“Definitely! I haven’t been to a concert in forever.”

“It should be a good time.” He pushed the large door open for me and we walked into the brightly lit courtyard. “I’ll pick you up around six-thirty?”

I smiled up at him. He was undeniably handsome and a huge flirt, and I admit I liked it. I felt guilty for agreeing to go out with him when I had such strong feelings for his roommate. But after that night in the locker room, he’d given me zero indication that the feeling was mutual. It was like our almost kiss had just been a part of my imagination.

“Perfect, I’ll be ready.”

Charlie winked at me. “Later, darlin’.”

“Bye.”

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After my long, hot shower, I sat on the floor in front of my mirror wrapped in a towel, doing my makeup. Lauren was at her desk, texting.

“You excited for your date?” she squeaked, putting her phone down.

“Uh huh,” I said, blinking after I’d put my mascara on.

“Charlie is so hot,” she continued. “But honestly, I thought you and Rami had a thing?”

“We’re just friends.”

“Hm…I could swear I overheard him saying that he liked you.”

“Really?”

“I thought so. I was walking past their room and he was talking to Sami on FaceTime.”

“He’s never said anything to me.” I was suddenly flushing red in the face.

“Veronica! Do you like him?”

“I don’t know? Yes? He’s so cute…” I buried my face in my hands.

“Well, maybe once he finds out you’re going out with Charlie tonight, it will light a fire in him to say something,” Lauren said, going to her closet. “Come on, lets find a cute outfit for you. Gotta make Charlie fall at your feet and Rami green with jealousy!”

I grinned at her in the mirror. This could be fun.

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At six twenty seven, I was sitting on my bed waiting for Charlie. My brown hair was in soft waves tumbling down my back. I wore ripped jeans and a white one shoulder ruffled top. On my feet were casual strappy sandals. I tapped my foot nervously and glanced at my watch. Lauren had gone to dinner after doing my hair so I didn’t even have her to soothe my nerves. The door was open a crack, and Charlie knocked, opening it all the way. I smiled and stood up.

“Wow. Veronica…you look stunning,” he said, almost stuttering.

“Thank you, you look great too,” I complimented. He was wearing dark fitted jeans, a pale blue button down shirt and navy blazer. He looked so handsome, and I could not believe I would be spending the evening with him. From behind his back, he produced a colorful little bouquet of wildflowers, which I took from his offering hand. Our fingers brushed and I felt a spark light deep within my stomach. Oh shit.

Charlie and I walked to his car and drove off campus to the festival site downtown. Our conversation started slow as I felt very shy around him, but I slowly warmed up due to his jokes and sense of humor. When we got to the parking lot, he told me to stay put, ran around to the passenger side and opened the door for me. He took my hand when I stood and held it tightly. My spine tingled with pure sexual attraction to him. As we walked toward the stage, I could feel people’s eyes on us.

“Everyone is staring at us. Do I have something on my face?”

“They’re looking at how gorgeous you are, darlin,” he replied.

I blushed. “Stop, shut up.”

“I’m serious. Your dancer legs in those jeans...” he trailed off, eyes traveling slowly over my body.

He placed a hand on my waist and pulled me to his hard, muscled chest. He tipped my face up with one finger and his lips found mine, tentatively at first. When I responded by parting my lips slightly, Charlie went for it, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands slid into the back pockets of my jeans. Breathless, I remembered we were in public and pulled away. He rested his forehead on mine and I grinned.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“Come on, let’s go watch the band.” I slid my arm around his waist and we turned toward the stage.

I was reeling from his kiss and knew I wanted more. But Charlie was just that- sexual attraction. He did not have much to say that wasn’t flirtatious or trying to get in my pants. There was no connection with him the way there was with Rami. I didn’t much care though. Charlie would definitely be fun to hook up with.

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After the concert, we stumbled back into our dorm, his arms holding me up. I was drunk, having been treated to several beers with very little to eat.

“Charlie, you’re so hot. D’you know that?” I slurred, leaning against him.

“Oh boy, Veronica. Stand up, love.” He hefted me to my feet.

“Like so hot you should be ‘rrested. Because it should be illegal.” I mock whispered.

Charlie laughed and spilled me inside the door.

“Thaaas a lot of stairs,” I stopped and swayed, holding the banister. “I live alllll the way up there.”

“Not tonight you don’t. I’m not carrying you up three flights. Come on, stay in my room tonight.”

He lifted me into his strong arms and I whooped.

“Sooo strong,” I said and squeezed his biceps. “I want these around me.”

“Darlin’, you have no idea how much I want that, but not in your current state.”

He carried me into his room and deposited me gently on the bottom bunk. He went to the mini fridge and got a bottle of water which I downed in thirty seconds. I fell against his pillow and closed my eyes. The room was spinning and I groaned.

“Shhhh, sleep now.” Charlie pulled a blanket over me and I looked up at him. He winked and kissed my forehead. He plopped on the futon across from me and tucked a pillow under his head.

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