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the-grimm-writer · 2 years

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i'm obsessed with that scream thirst, could you make a fic with billy and stu with the reader plsssss

everytime i think im out of my scream obsession im dragged right back in and i love it <3

based on this!

everyone is 18+ mdni

warnings: noncon, oral (m receiving) knife play, violence, slight gore, mentions of death, blackmail, some praise, lots of threats, corruption kink, tag team

"Wake up, baby." A groan escaped your lips as you moved to get away from whoever was trying to wake you up.

"Go away," you mumbled sleepily, temporarily unaware of the two masked men standing over your bed.

When the shaking got rougher you shot up on your bed, about to whine to one of your siblings or parents that you would be up in a couple minutes and to get out of your room but snapped out of your sleepy trance the moment you noticed the two masked figures looming over your bed.

One of them stayed still while the other waved at you. "Wakey, wakey. It's time to scream."

Staying in your small home town of Woodsboro and going to the community college that was the next city over had seemed like a good idea. It had always been a fairly safe place, except for the serial killer recently on the loose.

Terrifying as it was, you were like everyone else. There was no way that the killer would target you, an average person, right? You wished now that you were more paranoid, more cautious.

Because serial killers didn’t use logic, there was no reason to murder innocent people. Why would you be any different?

There was no way. There was no fucking way this could happen to you of all people.

"As much as I'd like to hear those pretty screams of yours, don't you fucking dare unless you want my buddy over here to kill everyone in this house."

You immediately nodded your head, not wanting your family to get hurt.

"Good girl. Now we're going to play a game. You like games, don't you (Y/n)?"

They both chuckled when you shook your head back and forth.

"Well you'll love this one."

“Here it is, we’re gonna play “guess who the killer is!”. You have three chances to guess our identities.”

“And if I lose?”

“You already know what we’ll do.”

The duo was met with a long, silent pause as you tried to think hard. Your mind went blank, and it was like you forgot the names of everyone you had ever met. You almost didn’t want to play along, they didn’t tell you what they’d do if you win. Would they make your death quick? Show you some mercy instead of torturing you?

"Answer." Tears spilled down your cheeks as the knife pressed harder against your throat, the sharp blade just about to cut into your skin.

You thought about everyone in your classes. The close friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, everyone. You stared at the blank mask as you thought about it. They hid their identity well, looking gender neutral for the most part. Even though you were sure that they were using a voice box to change their voices, you could tell that they were men, at least the one holding onto you was.

That at least narrowed it down. These two had to be best of fucking friends if they were were murdering people together.

You thought about your classmate, about Tatum, who had recently got murdered. She was the most shocking death out of everyone, you’d talked to her a few times before she died, she was a sweet girl.

Then you thought about her friend Sidney, who had just recently went missing. And the two that brought them together... Their boyfriends.

As shocked as you were, you couldn’t say you were too shocked. They were strange, you didn’t like the way they stared at you. Luckily you had been able to avoid them for the most part, until the girls were erased from the picture.

“Billy,” you let out a shaky breath. Judging by the way they both stiffened you were correct. "Stu and Billy.”

The one in front of you sighed and shook his head. “That’s too bad. Looks like we have to kill you now. Don’t you know the rules of a horror movie, (Y/n)? Killers never let their victims know their identity unless they’re sure they’ll never tell.”

“Any last words, baby?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, you should have figured. Why would they let you live after finding out who they were? You were trying to brace yourself for the pain that was bound to come that you didn’t see them taking off their masks.

Obnoxious laughter filled your ears and you only opened your eyes when you felt the cold metal withdraw from your throat.

"You should've seen your face," Billy laughed. "Did you really think we would do all of this just to kill you? That's cute."

“Yeah, we would never dream of killing ya, (Y/n),” Stu chimed in, moving your body so you were on top of him, your head resting on his chest.

Billy had a mischievous smirk on his face. "You've been so good for us so far, why not let us give you a reward?"

Shaking your head, you weakly tried pushing them away as Stu worked on pulling off your shirt and Billy grabbed your leg and held it up, his other hand snaking to your shorts, hooking his fingers to it and your panties and yanking them down.

You whimpered, your body being so exposed to them. Four hands ran down your body.

Stu grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and pinching and twisting your hard nipples while Billy grabbed your ass.

You gasped as Billy looked you in the eye, the palm of his hand rubbing your pussy. You whimpered, but the satisfied look on his face told you that he took it as a moan.

“Ya have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this baby,” Stu whispered in your ear, grinding against you.

“Stop!” You tried to sound tough, but they just laughed. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to get rid of the wetness that gathered up from Billy’s hand, uncomfortable and ashamed.

Stu pushed you back, making eye contact with his best friend as they shared a nod. You were on your hands on knees. You looked away from Billy standing in front of you, getting undressed.

Billy looked down at you, a grin on his face. "I feel any teeth and those friends of yours are getting gutted next, alright?"

You were about to nod your head when Stu thrusted into you, making you cry out. You felt so warm, your wet cunt stretching and sucking him in. And Billy didn’t waste any time, the moment your lips parted he pushed his cock into your mouth, neither of them letting you adjust.

“Fuck so tight,” Stu gasped, throwing his head back and smacking your ass. “Worth the wait.”

Stu was slower than Billy, the moment he bottomed inside you he waited for a moment. He wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t that bad. He knew it had to hurt, and you were rocked against him every time Billy thrusted into your mouth.

So he waited, well experienced enough to find your clit, rubbing soft circles into it before he slowly started to pick up the pace. Your body was fast to respond to it, the sensitive nerves making your gummy walls clench around him.

Stu was more experimental, paying close attention to every way you reacted with each push. He knew what he was doing, they both did.

You gasped, barely able to breath as Billy’s cock slid down your throat. You made sure that you didn’t use teeth like he demanded, but you’d never done this so you just let him continue having full control. You felt like a rag doll, being used by the both of them at once.

“That’s it baby,” Billy groaned, hand tangled in your hair and gripping it hard. You gagged against him, letting tears stream down your face freely.

You wondered what would happen if your parents just so happened to walk in, see their beloved, squeaky clean daughter getting violated by two serial killers in the worst way possible.

Would they try protecting you? Or would they be disgusted, disowning you on the spot. None of them would be good. All of them would end in the same outcome, you were afraid.

Those were your thoughts, yet you were disgusted as your body was betraying you, feeling yourself jolt and whine every time Stu hit a sensitive spot inside you.

It made you almost wish that they would be harsher with you, the pleasure was crueler in a way.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of anything else but your head was spinning, so many feelings that you’d never felt in your life overwhelming you.

“Fuck, I think she’s gonna cum, I can feel it.” Stu squeezed your hips, pushing into you faster.

Your body shook from the pleasure as Billy looked down at you with a satisfied look in his eye. “Told you she’s the one for us. Who else could take us both so good?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the praise, and you felt a heat at your core.

It almost felt like you had to pee, the sensation growing until you couldn’t take it anymore and you felt yourself release for the first time. It was more powerful than you could’ve ever imagined.

You moaned against Billy, feeling like you were about to blackout as you road your orgasm out, letting you blissfully forget about everything for just a moment.

You felt him throbbing inside you, barely picking up the way Billy started fucking your throat harder, liquid sliding down your throat that caused you to quickly swallow.

You were still tired, your mind hazy. You didn’t even know that Stu had finished until he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. The two quickly followed, sandwiching you in between them.

It made you feel suffocated, but something told you you'd have to get used to it. Your heart dropped, your cheeks burning with humiliation as you fully processed what you had just went through. You closed your eyes, refusing to let yourself sob and risk waking anyone up.

"You know, we see ourselves in you," Stu mused, grabbing the knife from your nightstand and dragging it down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "We've seen the way you look at some of our classmates when you think nobody's looking."

Billy looked down at you. "You know the saying... If looks could kill? Well now we're going to make it a reality for you."

Your blood ran cold, not liking where this was heading.

"And you'll seal our cover," Stu added with excitement. "The two golden boys and sweet little (Y/n). Nobody's ever gonna suspect us. We can do whatever we want!”

You desperately wanted to argue. Sure, you had thought about harming people before. Getting revenge, even murdering someone. But that wasn't who you were, it was always intrusive thoughts, you always reassured yourself.

Yet you couldn't find yourself able to immediately say no. Your life wasn't the only one at stake, after all. You had a family to protect as well.

"What if-" You paused for a second. "I don't want to hurt anyone? I don’t want to be a killer.”

Billy chuckled. "Oh, of course you can say no." He waved the knife around before reaching out to hand it to you. "But don't be surprised when everyone you've ever loved starts dropping like flies."

Stu wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your shoulder and looking at you. "It'd be a blood bath," he sighed. "Sounds like a blast!"

Blood was going to be spilled no matter what, and as selfish as it was, you'd much rather it be someone else than you or your family.

With a shaky hand you took the knife, trying not to cry as they grinned down at you.

"Good... Now tell us who our next victim is, baby."

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f1nalboys · 6 months

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Simple Pleasures - Chapter Eight

long time no see guys <3 this is a two parter, the second half being posted in a few mins!!!!

WORD COUNT: 3552

WARNINGS: flashback, The Moment randy and reader get together, build up to randy and readers first time, drinking, billy being an ass, proofread but a long time ago so who knows <3, drama <3, sorry for any formatting issues i’ll fix it when i have my computer again

It’s been three days since Billy found out the truth and, despite the shit storm that followed, you hadn’t felt more at peace than now. Tatum sided with you and Randy, Stu sided with Billy, and Sidney refused to play sides, telling you in private that she loved you but she hated what you did, that she was still your friend but that she was going to need some time before she was alright seeing you and Randy together like that. You understood completely.

Despite this, you were happy. You were happy because you were with Randy and you no longer had to hide it from anyone, including yourself. You snuggle in closer to him, your head on his chest. It was late, you both had just gotten done fucking, and you were ready to fall asleep in his arms for the third night being able to call him your boyfriend when he spoke.

“Hey,” His chest rumbles underneath your head and you hum, listening to his heartbeat. “Remember our first time?” You grin, sitting up onto your elbow and looking at him. His head is back on his pillow, one arm tucked under his head and the other wrapped around you, a big smile on his face. “At that bonfire?”

“No, I totally forgot,” You tease, leaning over and placing a kiss onto his cheek. His skin is warm under your touch as you settle back down into his arms. “Yeah, I remember. How could I forget?”

“You looked so beautiful across the fire from me…”

“I did?”

Randy hums and you know he’s drifting off to sleep, a soft smile on his lips at the memory. You close your eyes and let the sound of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

It was a cool summer night, the warmth of the bonfire going straight to your bones. You sat beside Billy, head resting on his shoulder, a red solo cup in hand. You were holding Billy’s cup for him as he spoke wildly to the group that had gathered around him, just like they always did. He was a man of the people, entertaining whoever needed a distraction or a story, and with Stu by his side it was hard to not get sucked into whatever yarn he was weaving.

Except you had heard this story a million times before and the ending seemed to change each time he told it. First it was that he and Stu ended up drunk back at home in their apartment and now, to the crowd of your fellow classmates, it was that the two men ended up in jail for the night after flashing the cop that had caught them for trespassing.

Your eyes flick down to the now warm beer you still held onto and then back up, across the fire. Your eyes land on Randy’s for the third time tonight and, just like all of the other times, he averts his gaze. He was alone across the backyard and you frown, lifting your head from Billy's shoulder and pawning the drink back off to him. He barely looks at you as you leave, too busy talking to people he didn’t know.

Randy notices you stand - he notices everything you do - and he swallows thickly, staring down at his mixed drink with his heart hammering in his chest. “Hey,” He jumps at the sound of your voice, looking up at you with flushed cheeks. You grin, nodding towards the empty lawn chair beside him. “Can I sit?”

“What? Oh, yeah, sure, of course. If you want.” He gives you a forced smile and you plop down beside him, putting your arms on the arm rests, skin brushing against Randy’s. He moves his arms at the contact, swallowing hard. Your skin was soft. “So what’s up? Did you need something?” He asks, staring into the bonfire that was raging before him. You do the same, watching the orange glow on the ground.

“Nothing, I just saw you were by yourself and decided to come over.” Looking over towards him you study his profile for a moment. The bridge of his nose is sharp and he’s covered in freckles, something you never seemed to notice until recently. “You okay?” You ask, voice soft, and the gentle nature of the question seems to shock him. He turns to face you too and blinks, his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the fire.

He nods after a moment but you don’t believe him and he knows you don’t. You raise an eyebrow at him. He sighs, laughing a little at the fact that you of all people had caught onto his bad mood today. Stu, Sidney, and Tatum, the three people in the group he’d say he was closest to, hadn’t, too busy with their own things to really pay attention to him. “Just… feeling weird, that’s all. I don’t wanna bring the mood down.”

“It’s not bringing the mood down if I’m asking about it, right?”

“I guess so.”

“So then tell me. What’s up, Ray?”

He looks away from you and down to his cup, corner of his mouth twitching at the nickname. Stu called him it the most and it used to annoy him until he had heard you say it, had seen the way the word curved around your lips, had heard it in your sweet soft voice and he had been hooked since. “It’s stupid.”

You shake your head. “I doubt that. And even if it was, I’m friends with Stu and I’m dating Billy; you think I haven’t heard ‘stupid’ before?” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood a bit. It seems to work and Randy visibly relaxes, settling back into his chair. “So come out with it.”

“Yeah, out with it, Meeks.” Billy’s slurring voice sends a shiver down your spine. You and Randy look up at him and he has a snarl on his face, swaying side to side. He was drunk. “Why are you being a fucking buzzkill?”

“Billy,” you warn, but he ignores you. He’s focusing all of his attention on Randy, the runt of the liter. He wants to tear him apart. Randy laughs awkwardly, shifting in his seat. He and Billy were the least close out of everyone in the group, had been since the first day they met, and he always had a feeling Billy found him annoying. Lots of people found Randy annoying, though, and it never deterred him before, but there was something in Billy that always made Randy a little more apprehensive about being on the receiving end of his wrath.

Billy shakes his head and leans down, poking Randy hard in the chest. “No, I wanna know why he’s being fuckin’ annoying. More than usual,” he gives a mean smile as Randy seems to shrink from him. “C’mon, Y/N.” He grabs your hand and pulls you up, planning on leading you back to the other side of the fire where you belong but you pull your hand away with a huff. “The fuck are you doing?” Billy questions and you cross your arms in front of you.

“You’re acting like an asshole. Apologize to Randy or go away.”

“Are you seriously acting like this right now?”

“I’m gonna head inside, actually.” Randy stands suddenly, his shoulders bunched up by his ears as he squeezes past the swaying Billy, his eyes darting over to you before looking away just as quick. “Sorry, man.” You frown, watching Randy walk off towards the house.

Billy snorts, proud that he had successfully gotten under Randy’s skin. He didn’t hate Randy, contrary to popular belief, but he wasn’t an idiot. He saw how much Randy liked you, how he blushed and smiled and obsessed over you despite the fact you were none the wiser. “C’mon.” He attempts to grab your arm again, gentler this time, to lead you back to safety, but you pull out of his grasp once more.

He scoffs, letting his arm fall back to his side. “You didn’t need to be a dick, Billy,” you start, doing your best to swallow your anger. “If you don’t apologize, I’m leaving.”

“Why do I need to apologize to him, huh? Why do you even care so much if I hurt his feelings?” Billy tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. A shiver runs down your spine at the hatred in his eyes. “You wanna fuck him or something?” Scoffing, you shake your head, arms folding across your chest. He laughs sharply as if you had proved something to him. “You do. No wonder you want me to say sorry, you’re worried he won’t want to get in your pants anymore.”

“You’re an asshole and you can find another way home tonight.” It was petty, sure, but the thought of driving a drunk and agitated Billy home was enough to make you swallow down your previous promise of being designated driver. Billy rolls his eyes, turning on his heel, and stumbles back to the crowd of his friends.

You stand there alone for a moment, letting the air chill you, before you head towards the house. The look on Randy’s face had broken your heart and you considered him a close friend, someone you cared about, and you weren’t going to let him sit alone during a party wondering what he had done to incur Billy’s wrath.

The house is fairly empty, most of the teens of Woodsboro out in the backyard around the ever-growing fire, so to find Randy you just listened for the sound of a TV. You can’t remember whose house this is, just that it was one of Billy’s friends, but you take a moment to take in the decorations. It reminded you of Texas Chainsaw Massacre in a way, the same on-edge feeling you had while watching that movie sweeping over you the deeper into the house you went.

You squeeze past a couple in the hallway who were kissing, poking your head into the living room and breaking out into a soft smile. Randy was right where you thought he’d be, sat on the couch with the TV remote in hand, a small throw pillow on his lap. “Hey,” Randy jumps at the sound of your voice, turning to face you. You remain there in the door frame and give him an awkward smile. “Can I sit with you?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure, if you want.” He watches you carefully as you come over and sit beside him. You position your body to face his and his lips thin into an equally awkward smile, blue eyes darting back towards the door. “Where’s Billy?”

“Ugh. If he knows what’s good for him, he’s still out there.” Randy visibly relaxes at this, even letting out a puff of air at your comment. “I’m really sorry about him, Randy. He’s just…” You try to find the right words to explain away your boyfriends behavior without revealing too much. His mom and dad had been arguing more and more recently, taking turns on who got to take their anger out on Billy. He had been more angry, quick to argue and fight and get nasty but slower to apologize. “He’s just going through a lot right now, that’s all.”

Randy’s eyebrow twitches at this and you can tell he’s itching to know more. Thankfully he relents, nodding his head at your flimsy excuse. “It’s alright. He and I have never been close, you know? It’s nothing new.”

“Well, I give you permission to kick his ass whenever you want.”

“Yeah?” Randy grins, rolling up his sleeve and flexing his barely-there muscle. “You have a death wish for him or something?” You laugh, head tilting back and eyes closing, and Randy takes the distraction to take a good look at your chest. He swallows thickly, feeling his cock stir in his jeans and he’s incredibly thankful for the pillow on his lap.

He likes you. He really fucking likes you. When he wakes up, you’re the first thing on his mind. When he goes to sleep, you’re the last thing he thinks of. When he’s in bed, hand wrapped around his leaking cock, shirt bitten between his teeth to keep quiet as he spilled over his fist, it was you he was thinking of.

Sure, he felt bad about it sometimes, like when you were talking about Billy or when you showed him kindness he wasn’t used to receiving. Like right now. You could be out there with your popular boyfriend, giggling into his shoulder as he droned on and on about whatever ‘cool’ thing he and Stu had gotten up to last weekend, content with his asshole-ness because hey, you got treated alright!

But instead you followed after not-as-popular Randy to apologize on the behalf of Billy and to really get to the bottom of what was wrong with him tonight. It had to mean something, right? You had to have meant something by it. You finally settle down, wiping at the corner of your eyes, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. “So…you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“You still wanna know?”

“Of course I do,” he swallows at the softness of your voice, eyes darting down to where your soft hand had been placed onto his knee. You squeeze gently, a sign of reassurance, but Randy is barely able to contain his moan at the mere feeling of you against him, fabric be damned. “I care about you, Randy.”

“I like you.” He doesn’t really mean to blurt it out, honest to God, but he’s had a beer or two, just enough liquid courage to let his true feelings flow. “Billy knows I do and that’s why he hates me. I just… you’re so nice, and pretty, and funny and you’re fucking perfect. I can’t help it, I just… I want you, Y/N.” Your eyes widen at the revelation but he doesn’t give you enough time to react because suddenly he’s leaning forwards, pink lips smashing against your own.

You don’t move. When Randy hesitantly moves his lips, yours remain still, slightly parted from shock, and he leans back away from you just as quick. Neither of you say anything. The clock in the hallway seems to grow louder, the ticking filling your head as you search Randy’s eyes for an answer. His cheeks are burning red and he laughs awkwardly, suddenly standing.

“I’m sorry, shit, I’m drunk, you know?” You know he’s not. You had been watching him all night, just like he had been doing to you, and you knew it took more than a few beers to get Randy hammered enough to do something as stupid as that. “Let’s just forget this happened, alright? I’m gonna go, uhm….” he’s stumbling over his words and you know it’s from embarrassment of the apparent rejection he had just been shown.

Randy takes off, moving quickly, and by the time you stand up yourself, calling out for him to ‘hold on!’ he’s gone, darting up the steps and disappearing into one of the rooms there. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, taking off after him. You shouldn’t. Clearly you shouldn’t; he just kissed you! Your friend, the nerdy guy you would talk to for hours about the intricacies of the horror genre, the guy who brought you notes to your house each time you missed a day of school without being asked, the guy who offered to teach you how to drive despite not being very good at it himself, the guy who could barely look you in the eyes most days, kissed you!

You pause on the fifth step of the stairs and sigh.

Oh.

As you continue upstairs, you try to figure out why you hadn’t realized Randy’s crush on you sooner. It was obvious, almost embarrassingly so, but you had somehow remained blissfully unaware. Billy’s snide comments towards Randy now make more sense; he was always a jealous guy, accusing anyone who looked at you for too long of wanting to get in your pants. He had done it so often that you had just begun to wave it off, ignoring any comment in relation to it due to his seemingly never-ending imagination.

There’s one room upstairs with a closed door and you’re sure that’s where Randy scurried off to. Taking a deep breath as you stand in front of the solid oak door, you knock. Nothing. “Randy? You in there?” You ask, straining your ears to listen for him. There’s a shuffling noise and you hope that he’ll open the door for you, but he doesn’t. He seems perfectly content in staying in that room until you got bored and went home. You grab the handle and turn, snorting quietly at the fact he hadn’t locked it. “I’m coming in, okay?”

“What? No!” Randy is sitting on the edge of the bed as you swing the door open looking absolutely terrified. “Y/N, fuck, I’m so sorry, okay, if you’re here to kick my ass trust me, I know I was in the wrong! I had too much to drink, that’s all.” He stammers, watching you carefully as you close the door behind you. He hangs his head as you sit down beside him. “I’m so stupid.” He murmurs, his hands on either side of him, gripping onto the edge of the bed.

Sighing, you place your hand on his back. “You’re not stupid.” You say softly, chewing at the inside of your cheek. Randy shivers under your touch, staring at the wooden flooring under his feet. “How… long have you liked me?” You ask softly, studying him. You had never really looked at Randy before, at least, not with the knowledge of his feelings towards you. He was cute.

He laughs softly, glancing over at you before he shrugs. “Since we met,” he says, looking down towards his feet. You watch as the corner of his lips twitch upwards, a smile as he reminisces. “Billy introduced you to all of us and you were wearing this, uh, this jacket and when Tatum told you it was cool you got this huge smile on your face.” He looks over at you again, sitting up a little straighter, his eyes soft. “I thought you looked so beautiful, I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Is that why you stuttered when you were introducing yourself?”

“Of course you still remember that!”

“How could I forget!” You grin, gently elbowing him in the side. “I-I’m, uh, Rand- Randy! Randy Meeks, nice to meet you, Y/N, that’s your, uh, that’s your name right? No nickname?” You say, dropping your voice a few octaves as you recall his introduction. You remember how red his face had been, how his blue eyes seemed to shine in the sunlight, how he had awkwardly laughed along with everyone else. Randy shakes his head, the tips of his ears turning pink from embarrassment. “I thought it was charming.”

Randy rolls his eyes, nodding. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you did,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, but you can tell he appreciates your sentiment. “It was super charming how I could barely look at you the first two months we were friends because I couldn’t stop blushing.”

“It was! And to be fair, I just thought you had a constant sunburn.” You tease and he laughs, his shoulders relaxing. Randy sighs as he leans back onto his hands, the bed sinking under his weight, and you have to drag your eyes away from his stomach where his shirt had ridden up, revealing the line of hair and freckles that covered his belly. “Hey,” you say softly, leaning back onto your own hands to match his position. “M’not mad at you. And I won’t tell Billy about it, okay?”

He nods, giving you a small smile. “Thanks, Y/N.” His eyes dart down to your lips for a moment, his tongue swiping out to wet his bottom lip, before his eyes meet yours once again. There’s something more intense within his gaze that has you swallowing heavily. You don’t look away. “You know something?” He asks quietly, tilting his head when you hum. He leans in slightly as he whispers. “Billy doesn’t deserve someone as good as you. No one does.”

You lean in and kiss him. It’s hard to really understand why exactly you did it, but by the time Randy is kissing back and resting his hand on the side of your cheek, his tongue slipping into your mouth, you decide it’s because Randy was right. Pulling away, you rest your forehead against his, your eyes still closed. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I’m feeling too,” Randy says with a laugh. When you pull away and look at him, you can practically see the questions floating around in his head. Did you feel the same way about him that he felt about you? Did you want to keep going? Did you want to go further? Your head was beginning to hurt, mind swirling with flimsy reasonings and excuses, Billy’s face popping up every few seconds to remind you of what you were doing.

You don’t stop. You don’t think.

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txemrn · 2 years

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little ask because i love reading about ethan’s pov: what would ethan’s reactions/ thoughts be if he saw your mc’s face light up/ brighten immediately as she saw ethan enter the room? you can choose whatever timeline you like 💘

I love your fluffy Asks/Prompts! 🥰 Thank you for sending it to me, and thank you for taking the time to send it to other creators! I hope you realize that you are giving so much joy to others when you do this. *big hugs*

Summary: An unexpected kiss from a classmate has Ethan thinking it was more; but does she feel the same?

Word Count: ~845

Rating/Warning: Teen; a few swear words; fairly fluffy

A/N: This takes place during Ethan's first semester in med school; some characters and plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry; this is not beta'd, so please excuse my mistakes; thanks for helping me work through my kinks, @sfb123!

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It was only a kiss.

At least that's what Ethan keeps telling himself after he found himself lip-locked with his very intelligent, very attractive clinical partner.

The whole group had been studying at her apartment the previous evening, but when his other colleagues decided to close-up shop, she offered to help Ethan study for his physical assessment retake. And suddenly, pretending to be his patient turned into… something else.

Examining the top of her head turned into him twirling her lavender-scented tresses behind her ear. Palpating lymph nodes turned into gentle brushes of his fingertips across the soft skin of her neck and cheeks. Ethan had never seen eyes sparkle quite like hers before, especially a pair so intently fixed on him.

And her lips… God, those lips…

It was only a kiss.

But it wasn't just a kiss, at least not to him. Ethan had been memorizing every curve to Tatum Erikson's mouth for weeks: the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she chewed on that damn bottom lip everytime she was deep in thought.

Those lips…

But what Ethan wasn't prepared for was the reality of experiencing Tatum’s tender touch firsthand. Soft. Gentle. Teasing and innocent. And yet, when his mouth grazed hers, a feral hunger ignited within him, a passion he never knew he possessed until that moment, until her skin connected with his. The air escaped from his lungs, his thoughts becoming fuzzy. His heartbeat leapt into his ears as a burning ache grew in his lower belly.

All he wanted to do was touch more of her, taste more of her, experience more of her.

But she pulled away.

For a brief moment, the corner of her mouth curled into a crooked smile; but then the look of terror etched across her face, her chest visibly rising and falling with each breath. Ethan was already planning to kiss her again, but Tatum quickly stood up, moving away from the couch, moving away from him.

It was only a kiss.

Shit.

He quickly recognized that he had misread the signs when Tatum started mumbling, tripping over her excuses to get away. When Ethan said her name to break her of her spiraling, her eyes refused to meet his gaze. Ethan felt the butterflies in his stomach slowly begin to die one by one. With his ego crumpling into an oblivion, Ethan suggested that he leave.

And she agreed.

That kiss, that magical kiss that stirred up so much undiscovered emotion, tragically ended, both of them pretending like the incident never happened. And with that, Tatum nervously told him goodnight.

It was only a kiss.

Resting his cheek in his hand, Ethan incessantly taps his pencil on his open textbooks. He's been at the library for most of the afternoon, not that he's been able to focus.

His mind is still wrapped around those rosy lips, flavored with a hint of coconut. How they carefully pressed into him. How they fluttered delicately across his own.

How it was just… perfect.

Suddenly the elevator dings, the metal doors gliding open. The brief shuffle pulls Ethan from his thoughts as he tosses his pencil onto his spiral notebook. He glances up to watch other students get off the lift to make their way back into the library stacks. His attention returns to his study materials, but his heart abruptly skips a beat, his mouth running dry.

Was that ...?

He senses someone walking towards him, his body reacting, screaming that it's her.

Ethan slowly lifts his head again, and those bright, ocean blue eyes fix hungrily on his crystal gaze.

Maybe it wasn't only a kiss.

As she draws closer with each step, her cheeks swirl into the most gorgeous hue of petal pink. Despite her efforts to remain serious, the corners of her mouth helplessly curl into her genuinely kind smile, her heart on display.

She looks different today; she styled her hair down, and wore a little more makeup than usual. Her clothes are well-fitted to her curves, and a gentle waft of floral notes tease Ethan's senses.

"Hi," Tatum whispers, giving a small wave with her fingers.

"Hey," Ethan nods.

She looks down, biting her bottom lip

That lip…

She begins to bounce her leg, twisting it on the ball of her foot. The flush of her cheeks grows down her neck as she coyly giggles to herself. "I thought you might be here."

And yet... she came anyway.

Maybe it wasn't only a kiss for her either.

"Do you mind if I…?' Tatum motions to the other chair at his desk.

"Please," Ethan gestures to the seat, a crooked grin painting on his mouth. He attentively watches her unpack her notebooks and writing utensils.

Tatum finally relaxes with a big sigh, her attention finally meeting Ethan's longing, silent stare. The air crackles like embers around them as she holds his curiously adoring gaze… that is until for a moment, for just a split second, her eyes flicker to his lips.

It was definitely more than a kiss.

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Our Life Together: The Journey (Part 2): Magnolia

Books: The Royal Romance - Royal Heir

Rating: M (Mature content and implied sexual activities)

Pairing: Liam & Jessica Garcia (MC)

Triggers: Sexual innuendo

Disclaimer

Our Life together timeline: This is still within Agent Phoenix A/U and its stories about Jessica & Liam’s relationship as live-in partners and married life. Character traits don’t always remain the same. Stories using this timeline are meant for challenges or requests. catch up here

Chapter Summary: The future Queen of Cordonia has a heart-to-heart with her mother, the current Queen Consort. This is a companion piece to The Journey, another story written for this challenge.

Chapter Song inspiration: Cover me in sunshine - P!nk

Word Count: 4,000*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 10 minutes

Math Class

He was excited to be in her class this year; it was the advanced class. His mother was the Educational Liaison, and he knew that he had to focus. He couldn’t be distracted, but with her in his class, he was nervous.

He was fifteen and he was starting to have feelings for someone that he thought he shouldn’t. She was popular and everyone wanted to get close to her. Somedays in class, he would find himself staring at her through his thick bifocal glasses. He hoped that maybe she was into them because he hated contacts. He would daydream about her, wondering if she even noticed him in that way. Or noticed him at all other than just a classmate and friend.

He was going to study abroad. If he was selected for the young architect’s program, he would be spending the summer in Italy. The winners were going to be announced at the Spring Gala. He would be going anyway but maybe he could ask her to be his date.

His love of building things came from his father. But he just didn’t want to build things, he wanted to design them. He was worried that if he left, any chance he had would be gone. She would just forget him. So, he decided he would just start bumping into her.

He knew her schedule; his mother developed it. So he got on her laptop and printed it out. Her schedule was that every Wednesday, she had political science at 12 pm taught by Sir. Elton. French afterward taught by Ms. Dubois. There was something that happened monthly, it was called L&L. He wasn’t sure what that meant but he was waiting for it to happen. It occurred on the 8th. But he knew she would be pulled out of class for something on her schedule. It occurred every two weeks on Friday. It was labeled ’Magnolia Day’ the location was his mother’s office.

Her bodyguard came to escort her. She stood up and the class stood on their feet. If you were a male, you bowed your head. If you were a female, you curtsied. You didn’t move an inch until she exited the room. She turned to her class and said, “Thank you. Please excuse me.” She turned to her bodyguard and said, “Tatum, it doesn’t hurt to smile.”

“I’m sorry, your Royal Highness. I will try.” He gave her a soft smile.

Private office- Educational Liaison

“Feel better? Liam told me to keep an eye on you. But you do seem off.”

“I had too many donuts and champagne for my birthday.”

“That was five days ago.”

“Ehh I’m not 25 anymore. Bounce back ain’t wait it used to be. I have a bit of a headache and I’m tired but that’s all. Thanks for letting me use your office. You know how important it is to me. Especially since I lost my mom around this age. I’d never miss it.”

“Of course, Jessie.”

The Liaison walked out.

Lilyana curtsied as she said, “Mommy.” To the woman whose job she would one day take. She could only hope to be just like her.

Jessica smiled at her daughter fondly, “Alright, Mi Muñequita (my little doll) have a seat.”

They both sat down by a window that faced the schoolyard. A servant placed a silver tray before them. It was still in its original packaging. A white paper bag with the store logo “Magnolia Bakery.” Her mother preferred it that way. In the bag were One large Banana pudding, two plastic spoons, and one buttercream cupcake.

“Mom, I’m happy you feel better. I thought you would skip today. You haven’t been feeling well lately. ”

“Nope, never. Don’t worry about me. Besides Daddy is on my case enough about going to the Doctor’s so I will. But enough about me it’s Magnolia day.”

“Mom, did you ever just wonder if a guy liked you? You know like, liked liked you?”

Jessica took a spoonful of pudding and sighed as she swallowed. “His name is Liam Rys. You call him Daddy once known as Shinny man.”

Lilyana’s eyes got wide and said, “Daddy? Really, you didn’t think Daddy didn’t like you?”

“Lil, I felt like I had to yank it out of him. He was really just that shy.” Jessica reminisced of their first night on the boat and how bashful he was. She had to kiss him and frequently assured him all social season she wanted to be with him.

Lilyana looked at her spoonful of pudding in confusion as she thought of just how in-love her parents were. She knew she would always have high standards towards how a boy treats her after seeing how her Dad was with her Mom. But the idea of her mom EVER having to guess her Dad’s affections sounded insane.

She said, “But Daddy always looks at you like you’re the only person in the room!”

Jessica smiled, “And I’m so grateful for that… Lil, I mean, maybe this guy is just shy.”

“What do you mean?”

Jessica smiled at her daughter, “Come on now, future Queen. You’re gonna have an important job someday. You’re pretty, you’re bright, you’re a literal Princess. Boys are bound to get tongue-tied with you.”

“But I’m really just a regular girl.“

“To us, you are. I’m a mom to you and Leigh. I’m a wife to your Dad. I’m an Aunt to your cousins. I’m so many things about Lil. Sometimes, it surprises me when I have to remind myself that even though I’m just Jessica to my family and friends, to Cordonia, I’m their Queen.”

Lilyana sighed and played with her pudding, “Sometimes, the Royal treatment and title gets old…I was going to ask Uncle Leo on L and L day on some tips to not be so royal. Try to, like to, tone it down a notch. I mean Tatum is really on top of me but Uncle Leo escaped a lot.”

Jessica thought to herself, ‘Oh No! Him. Not him.’ Not wanting her loveable train wreck brother-in-law who abdicated giving her impressionable daughter tips of any kind. Liam would have a stroke and he already started freaking out at the touch of gray he spotted in the mirror when she had to kick him out of the bathroom when got sick in the morning.

She reached across the table to place a hand on her daughter’s hand, “Lil, you are who you are and you don’t have to change anything about yourself to be liked! Even being a Princess. It’s a big title until they get to know you for you and see just Lilyana. Then, it just becomes an extra thing. Look at your Dad, he is still Liam to me. I love your Dad very much, Lil. I love him for the things that make him who he is. He is loving, kind, generous, and is so hard-working. I would love him no matter his job. You are still Lilyana and you just happen to be a Princess and someday a Queen Regent. You will lead us; As the first woman to hold the job in a century, as a Latina, and as a woman of color. You think my mother left Puerto Rico to dumb it down for a man. No, she didn’t. She didn’t teach me that either. You are going to shatter a few glass ceilings and my job as your mother is to give you the hammer. Never change yourself for anyone just to be liked. If someone can’t accept you for who you and what you will become they don’t deserve you. Be you, always be you.”

Lilyana shook her head, “I get Mom. I don’t want him to think that I’m not interested because he isn’t nobility.”

Jessica put her spoon down with a raised brow, “Do you want to tell me? Or am I going to have to wait till our next Magnolia day?”

“Well… promise me you won’t laugh. You know him.” Lilyana bit her lip and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

“Lil, I would never laugh at you. I’m happy that you can come to me.” Jessica reassured with a warm smile.

“Okay, so I have these feelings about…A friend.”

Jessica smirked and tapped the table, “Shut up! Jack-Jack!”

Lilyana blushed and looked down at the table.

Jessica smiled and tried not to have an embarrassing mom moment about her daughter’s crush but it was too precious to her not to aw at.

“I’m speechless! Lil, he is SO cute. Love the glasses. His mom picked them.”

Lilyana groaned and slumped in her chair, "I just don’t want to embarrass myself by being too obvious and I know Tío Mateo would tell me to let him make the first move, Tío Adam would tell me to sit next to him at lunch, Aunt Hana would tell me to make him a card, and Aunt Olivia would tell me to beat him in gym class and if he can accept my victory in public AHHHH it’s pointless…He seems like he doesn’t even notice me. What should I do?”

Jessica smiled and said, “Just be yourself and I’m sure Jack-Jack will feel the same.“

“Really?”

“Absolutely. Now take half of the cupcake or the whole thing is mine.”

Liam and Jessica’s Bedroom

Liam laid on the bed with a book in his hand with his glasses on as he watched his wife get ready for bed.

“Hey Love, how was Magnolia day?”

Jessica slipped a nightgown on her and walked over to her husband, giving him a kiss as he snapped the book closed. She grinned at him, “Very empowering and she confessed.”

Liam took a deep breath and said, “Drake said he caved too. So, what do we do?”

Jessica finished getting ready for bed as she said, “I think we just let it play out. He is a sweet boy, we have known him forever. Jack-Jack is considerate, he can be a quiet kid, he has never gotten into trouble his whole life. I couldn’t pick a better boy for Lil.”

Liam did not feel the same, “Jessica. I was a quiet one too. I’m sending her away! I would die of a broken heart but it’s necessary. Until then she won’t be going to the hedge maze and NO way is she going to the Walker ranch again. EVER! Bianca is beside herself with the possibilities. Why aren’t you out there with a telescope and doing something about this!? You have my access code go to the armory and take what you need. STOP IT THIS!”

Jessica chuckled as she got into bed, "Liam, stop.” She teased before cuddling up to him, “She is a good girl and a smart girl and he’s a good kid…She’s got to grow up eventually.”

“Yeah, when she’s 21…Actually, 25. You know what just let me die.”

Jessica kissed him and he deflated. He said, “I know. I just don’t like the idea of her dating.”

“He’s Jack-Jack. Still the little boy you would carry over your shoulders, still the boy you would take to the museum and still the boy that runs over to watch the Michael Bublé Christmas special with you.”

“He’s a boy. A teenage boy! Who could sing! He is fully aware of his body and what he would like to do to her with it. He is probably in his room just thinking about her and I can’t even say it.” Liam punched his wife’s pillow shocked that she wasn’t upset 'Motherhood has made you soft. I want my cop wife to come out of retirement.’

“Liam…Did you do anything as a teen? The type of thing you’re thinking about?”

Liam hesitated, “It’s soooo different I wasn’t supposed to have this job besides Isabelle was horrible I regretted it. Then there were a few do-overs with her. It never got better then I tried my luck a couple of girls… and then there was you and that was the end of that.”

“Okay, when you first met me. You were a grown man and I had to kiss YOU.”

Liam smirked, “That’s changed.” As he planted kisses down Jessica’s neck. She smiled and hummed in her throat before saying, “Point being, you were a good kid and became a gentleman and Jack-Jack will do the same.”

Liam stopped kissing and rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, “Fine, but they will NOT be left alone for too long at a time.”

“Of course but I don’t think we have to worry about that for a while.”

Jessica turned and bit her lip and said, “I love it when you wear glasses BUT.” she gently removed them from his face. And Liam turned off his reading light. And turned his attention to his wife.

School

A week went by and Jackson grew more and more nervous as time went by. The Spring Gala was next week away but he feared every day he waited, he risked another more popular boy to swooping in her accepting their offer. She seemed to always attract every boy’s attention without trying and she ignored them all. If she ignored them, then he feared he had no hope at all.

He tried to talk to her but the stupidest ideas came out of his mouth. Today, he wanted to ask her to the gala and somehow he ended up asking for a pencil when he had one in his hand already…He wanted to crawl in a hole as she simply just smiled at him and asked if he felt well.

Walker Palace Quarters

“Hey Kid, what’s wrong?” Drake greeted his son at the door of their home and the boy shriveled up with a frown.

“Dad, I can’t ask her. Every time I try, something stupid comes out of my mouth!”

Drake wasn’t the most emotional or expressive man but he couldn’t help a slight smile towards his boy.

“You’re young, it happens. But you’ll never know until you ask her. What is the worst thing that could happen?”

“She could laugh at me or tell me I’m gross or tell everyone I’m a weirdo or-”

Drake placed a hand on his shoulder, “Stop. You’re starting to sound like a teenage Liam. I would throw things at him to get him to stop. Is that what I got to do to you? Even though that did work and then I had to throw things at Garcia so he could have a reason to talk to her. Please don’t make me throw things at my niece.”

“Dad, be serious.” He whined as Drake shook his shoulder to snap him out of it. Drake replied, “I always am.” He sighed and continued, “Jack-Jack, you know her, you’ve known her entire life. It feels like when I just met her and held her in my arms. You guys were together all the time. I remember having to stop you, Lil, and Uncle Leo from drawing on the walls at the capitol with red crayons that he gave you both! Or watching you two peeling chicky nuggets in front of the TV. Now, would she really do that to you?”

Jackson Jr. thought about it. He thought of her kind blue eyes, her warm smile, her disposition.

“…no, I guess she wouldn’t do that.”

Drake let go of his shoulder and said, “Alright, the worst she could say is no.”

“But…What if she is creeped out and doesn’t want to talk to me again?”

Drake huffed, “You’re both 15, you’ll both chalk it up as a crush you used to have and move on and another girl will come along.”

“Do you think she would really say yes?”

Drake shrugged, “You look at me and I am pretty fucken good looking. I think she will.”

Drake grew silent a moment before saying, “Son…Have we had… The talk?”

Jackson jr. covered his face, “God, Dad!”

“Hey, I don’t feel like me and Liam getting into it because you two got too handsy or an accident happened because you’re a dumb horny teen. She is a good girl and you have to know-”

“STOP. Please, Dad. I haven’t even kissed anyone yet!! Besides, Mom already covered that in 9th grade. She made a few comments about Aunt Sav that I thought was pretty funny yet savage at the same time.”

Drake huffed in relief, “Thank God. I don’t want to have that talk any more than you do.”

“Then why bring it up?!”

“I had to know you two aren’t going to get busy at this age, that’s why. I will ground you forever if you do anything at all at this age especially with Garcia and Liam’s little girl. Her Uncle’s one is a Duke and let’s forget the other one with a whole armory at his disposal at Lythikos with whatever fuck he has going on with Olivia. You’re a hormonal teen boy and people can get caught up in the moment, the least you can do is know about con-”

Jackson covered his face as his glasses fogged from the heat of his face, “Urgh…Am I excused from this conversation? PLEASE?”

Drake nodded urgently with a groan and pinched his nose bridge, “Yeah, yeah get the hell out of here.”

Jackson went to go to his room but Drake stopped him, “Hey kid, why not surprise her with something? Think of something she is into and show her how much you noticed by surprising her with it before asking her.”

He thought and nodded, a small smile forming. “Thanks, Dad mind if I ask you a few questions?”

School

Lilyana constantly talked to Jackson and vice versa but it was always about such mundane things that it disappointed her. All of last week went by with him avoiding her, getting quiet, asking for things that didn’t make sense.

'Maybe he really doesn’t like you? Maybe he knows you like him and it’s weird now? The idea made her stomach sink. It was now Thursday, the day before her Magnolia Day with her Mom. Spring Gala was coming up and she had turned down so many boy’s offers’s hoping Jackson would ask her.

'Mommy would tell me. I don’t need a guy to take me. I can go by myself. Yes, I can go by myself. Pff I’m badass like my mom. You don’t like me OH WELL. She thought as she got her book bag ready next to Tatum.

She suddenly heard someone behind her that Tatum didn’t stop knowing it was a friend. She turned to see a flustered Jackson and her face lit up.

“L-Lilyana?”

“Hi, Jack.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“Um…” He wrung his hands. He had been acting so strange lately, she wondered if it was a bad thing.

“Yes?”

“Would you…I have something to show you. But my Mom or someone will have to take us there after school…If you want to, that is!”

“Oh, Sure. I’d love to. Let me just ask Mom and Dad-”

Tatum smiled and said, “No need, your Highness. Your parents told me this was okay to do as long as I go with you of course on the ride. In fact, I’ll drive.”

Lilyana looked surprised but nodded. Tatum drove her many places, it was a part of his duty. The strange part was her parents already agreeing.

“Oh…Okay then.” She awkwardly giggled and Jackson did the same as they got ready to go.

The ride was awkward. Lilyana saw him nervously shaking his leg as she tried to make small talk. She opted for glancing out the window, wondering if it was some special day she forgot about and Jack was just the messenger. Tatum escorted her out of the car and to the building with a round roof. She was pleasantly surprised to see them enter a building that she had never been before but always wanted to go to.

“An observatory?”

He nodded, “Yeah…I know you always liked the stars so I decided this would be a neat place…Is it?”

Lilyana beamed, “Are you kidding?! I love it!”

They went inside and Tatum merely stood to watch at the door, the area already cleared.

She instantly went to an astronomy chart to look at a few constellations. She gasped as they entered the room further with blackened windows at the top but a projector as well that projected the room in shimmering stars all around them.

Then, it hit her.

“Wait…Jack, was this your idea?”

He nodded shyly.

“But why? I was starting to think…Well, that you didn’t like me anymore or something.”

Jackson looked surprised, “What? No! I just…I was just really nervous. I’m sorry.”

Lilyana waited, hope rising in her as he looked at her. He mumbled, “I…I wanted to ask you to the Spring Gala. If you say no, then I get it! Just…Please don’t think we can’t be friends anymore.”

“What? Why would I ever think that?”

Jackson blushed deeply, “Well…Because I…I sort of…Like you.” He looked down and like he wanted to run and hide. Lilyana blushed herself as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She shyly tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at the ground herself.

“O-oh…How long have you?-”

“Since we were 7.”

Lilyana smiled to herself as Jackson nervously waited. She said, “I…Like you too.”

“You do?” He looked shocked as she giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, I just thought you didn’t like me anymore because maybe you knew and thought it was weird because I’m a princess and you know like the future Queen.”

“No way! It’s really cool. Actually, we haven’t had one in a long time. I personally know the next Queen. We shared crayons, who gets to say that? A woman leading Cordonia I love the idea! I dare anyone say anything about it your dad would flip and so would your mom and my dad. I mean, you’re…You. I didn’t think you even liked me like that at all. I’m not…I’m not a Prince and-”

Lilyanna bit her lip as he rambled and felt so nervous and excited she might throw up but quickly decided to rush over and peck his cheek to silence any doubt. She drew back her lips just as quickly as it was planted, beyond shy but eager to let him know she had a crush on him too.

“Jack…I’m Lil. I’m not a Princess when I’m with you. That’s what I like about you is that you treated me like a normal girl. I mean…You knew I love the stars just like my parents and it was my favorite thing growing up. No other boy knows that. And you went out of your way to show me…Thanks.”

Jackson’s eyes were wide behind his glasses as he touched the cheek she kissed. He grinned widely, “So is that a yes?”

Lilyana laughed and nodded before stepping back towards him. “Yes, I’d love to be your date to the spring gala. I’ve…Kind of been waiting for you to ask for awhile.”

The teens gazed at each other before Jackson took a leap of faith and gently kissed her. Lilyanna tilted her head as they both gave a quick, awkward, sweet kiss.

“See now you get to say you were the future Queen’s first kiss.”

—-

“YES! That’s my fucken kid!” Drake beamed with pride behind the glass in the room as Jessica and Drake’s wife awed at them. She turned to Jessica and said, “Stargazing is a classic.” Jessica said, “It’s so good.” Liam didn’t know how to feel. He accepted it but he was watching them like a hawk. He thought to himself 'Lil that was your first and last kiss. You are your mother’s daughter. Once we started we didn’t stop. We are still going at it. So NO!’

The teens pulled away blushing and smiling as they busied themselves looking at the stars.

“Oh My God look! Awww, they’re so cute together. Oh god, they are holding hands!!” Jessica awed at them as she laid her head on Liam’s shoulder.

Liam sighed with an ache in his chest, “It’s so hard seeing her grow up.” ‘Drake and the damn stars. I know just how many times that worked. Now, this can do it anytime with fake stars! Pffff. It’s time to call in reinforcements.’

Jessica saw the wheels on her husband’s head-turning. Jessica rubbed his arm and held him close.

—

Magnolia Day

Jessica acted like she didn’t know anything but Lilyana was on cloud nine.

“Wow, you’re in a good mood for pudding.”

Lilyana beamed at her mom, “He asked me to be his date to the gala.”

Jessica grinned and acted surprised, “He did? Did you say yes?”

“Yes.”

Jessica smiled, “Oh Lil, that’s wonderful! Aw, you two are going to be so cute! We are getting as many pictures as possible.”

“He…We kissed…Don’t tell Daddy, he’ll be so mad.”

Jessica gasped with a grin, “Lil, you did? How was it?”

Lilyanna shrugged, “It was…Nice. His glasses bumped me in the nose. They fogged up a bit too.”

Jessica laughed and took a spoonful of pudding, “ Yea I’ve been there with Daddy. It takes time. I remember one time he was so excited to kiss me he cut my mouth but to be fair it was a while since the last time we kissed. And even after all these years when he wears his and we kiss they still fog up. Both you’re both new at it.” Jessica had tears in her eyes.

Lilyana smiled, “Mommy, don’t cry.”

“I know, I know. You’re just growing up faster than I ever imagined.”

“I love you.”

Jessica gave a tender smile and held her daughter’s in her hands just as her mother used to. “I love you too, Mi Muñequita.” Jessica took a deep breath and said, “So it’s my turn to tell you something. I’m worried about it.”

Lilyana’s eyes got wide, “Mom, did results come back?”

—

Maze Garden

“Congrats! So Italy, how do you feel?”

“Lil, I’m gonna miss you.”

“Jack, I’m not going anywhere. I will be here when you get back.”

Jackson took a deep breath and was trying to find the words when all of a sudden a spotlight blinded him.

“Take it easy there Casanova. I want to see your hands.” Leo walked over to the couple with an oversized flashlight

Mateo held a shiny object that reflected in the light “I heard you like to sing. I think I can get you to sing higher notes if I just flicked my wrist with this dragger.”

Adam walked over with a baseball bat from his hiding spot.

Jackson bowed his head “Duke Asterford.”

Adam said, “Yea I don’t give a shit about titles. It seems like you were gonna ask our niece to be your girlfriend. I don’t know how I feel about that Mateo, how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t know. I mean did you ask one of us? ” Mateo pointed to himself, his brother, and Leo.

Then Mateo let out a whistle and said “ Pana (buddy) did this kid ask your permission?”

Liam walked from behind the well holding a polo mallet “No. No. He did not.”

Mateo admired the design on the blade looking at it as he spoke, “You see Drakey Jr. you got to ask her Papi (Daddy). Always the daddy first. I mean I can always talk to YOUR dad I never settled the score over the cake he threw in my face.”

Lilyana shouted “Daddy! You’re spying on me!? Wait Tío is the Zenobia’s -”

Mateo looked at the dagger in his hand and said, “Yes, Rubí (Ruby) let me borrow it.”

Liam swung his polo mallet and pointed it at Jackson. “YOU!”

“You have a polo mallet!” Lilyana shouted

“Lil, I’m prepared. ANYTHING can happen in the maze garden. ANYTHING. Could be a terrorist or a teenager.”

Leo pointed to Jackson and said, “Who do you think taught your father? Then he pointed to Lilyana and then said “father to stargaze!? But you’re fucken smarter than all of us with a fucken projector. Why the fuck didn’t I think of that shit? Man, all the -.”

Mateo interrupted “El otero (the other one) We don’t give a shit right now about the -”

Adam clapped his hands “Hey. Focus!”

Jackson collected his thoughts and remembered the script he practiced with his Aunt the Queen. When he asked her if she wouldn’t mind them dating.“Te pido perdón, nunca fue mi intención ofenderte.” (I ask you for your forgiveness. It was never my intention to offend you.) Jackson paused and then he added his own words “Lil, is her own person it’s the reason I like her so much she is witty, funny, and she keeps me guessing. I’m not intimidated by her at all. It’s kind of like how you feel about Aunt Jessie. She wasn’t like all the girls you met; she was a thinker. I would like the future Queen of Cordonia to be my girlfriend.

Lilyana smiled “I would like that Jack. I would like that a lot.”

Mateo looked at Liam and said, “Fuck man, you are sleeping on the couch you know that right?”

Leo picked up his phone “Sorry my wife is calling me gotta go.”

Liam rolled his eyes and said, “Leo your phone didn’t even ring.”

“We just have they type of relationship. You know soulmates. I’m not digging my grave for you. Goodnight and good luck.” Leo quickly exited the maze.

“Damn Liam. I’m sorry but it’s every man for himself right now.” Adam sighed. “Listen, I can have Hana try to calm her down. Maybe you’re only on the couch for a night or two but I can’t make any promises man.”

Liam threw his polo mallet on the ground and looked at Jackson. “I’m watching you! Nothing below the neck. NOTHING! I’m no pendejo (idiot) Jack-Jack! I will know. ” He turned to his brothers-in-law and said, “God, she knows me.” Then stormed off like a child.

—

Liam and Jessica’s Bedroom.

Jessica sat in bed as Liam collected a pillow and a blanket. Flustered by Jackson’s wingman.

“Jess, you know where to find me.”

“Liam.”

“You want to come to bed, or so you want to sulk?”

“Jack-Jack is shoving his tongue down our daughter’s throat now. I will sulk until I die. Grrr. The face Jackson gave me like yeah I’m gonna score with your daughter. You just wait Uncle Liam.”

Jessica laughed “No. He didn’t you are so dramatic Liam. Jessica tapped the bed

Liam looked at himself in the mirror and combed his hair with his fingers. “Jess, I have gray hair. My daughter is dating a boy. Our son’s voice is starting to crack so then I’m gonna have to talk to him before Leo does.” Liam threw himself on the bed “Love everything is happening so fast.” He covered his face with his hands.

“So it sounds like you’re overwhelmed so I will table it and tell you another time.”

Liam turned to his wife and said, “Tell me what?”

Jessica smiled “What are you doing on November 28th?”

“Jess, I don’t even know what I’m doing tomorrow other than super cereal Sunday with the kids and you.” Liam did a quick calculation and said, “November is like nine moments from now”

Jessica smiled at her husband “Yea it’s nine months from now.”

Liam’s eyes got wide “WAIT! Jess. Oh my God, Love.”

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Release Date : 10/05/2012 (US) Category : Comedy, Drama Production : Country : US Rate : Cast : Channing Tatum,Jenna Dewan,Justin Long,Max Minghella,Oscar Isaac,Chris Pratt,Ari Graynor,Scott Porter,Eiko Nijo, A group of friends reunite ten years after their high-school graduation. A group of friends reunite ten years after their high-school graduation. ByNicholas Bell Nicholas Bell Besides births, weddings, funerals and birthday parties, one of the other most common subgenres within the ensemble drama/comedy realm is that of the high school prom or high school reunion category. Unfortunately, we, as an audience must invest a certain stake in the filmmaker’s claim, then, that high school was indeed the most important formative event in our lives that we will forever be chained to, no matter how much time or pain or joy has passed, much like salmon must astonishingly swim upstream every year to spawn. The rite of passage of high school has such an influence, such a magnetism, these films insist, that we aren’t even able to have a proper adulthood without these reunion milestones. But then, if you’re not on board with that thought process, Jamie Linden’s by-the-numbers ensemble debut, 10 Years, is definitely not for you. The writer of Dear John (2010) and We Are Marshall (2006) pulls together an exemplary cast of young up-and-comers, but to little avail. We meet a multitude of characters, some about converge at the house of Sam (Ari Graynor) and Cully (Chris Pratt), the cheerleader-jock couple from high school currently married with kids. Old friends A.J. (Max Minghella) and Marty (Justin Long), have just flown in, the former seemingly unhappily married, the latter a carefree bachelor. Then there’s Jake (Channing Tatum), with current girlfriend Jess in tow (Jenna Dewan-Tate, real life wife Channing), and then tagging along is Reeves (Oscar Isaac), who has become a famous rock star in a popular band. Jack seems to really love Jess and bought a ring eight months ago, seemingly unable to find the right time to propose, and we learn that some of this anxiety is due to an old flame with high school sweetheart, Mary (Rosario Dawson). Perhaps the reunion will decide this for him. Oh, and don’t forget Scott (Scott Porter), who now lives in Japan with his wife, who he had fly half way across the world with him to attend this reunion. Traveling together to the actual event, we meet a plethora of other characters, including Garrity (Brian Geraghty) and wife Olivia (Aubrey Plaza), where we discover along with Olivia that Garrity used to “act like he was black” upon being introduced to his old black classmates, like the free spirited Andre (Anthony Mackie). And then there’s the sexy, popular classmate, Anna (Lyn

nline. But while director Linden desperately tries to balance a large group of well rounded characters, the entire production reeks of a highly romanticized and glamorized portrayal of what your ten year reunion is supposed to look like, and the proceedings feel like we’re watching the graduates of Celebrity High. All the “nerdy” grads that bothered to show up, of which there are a mere handful, only interact with one another and only get to resolve issues with being bullied by Chris Pratt. Saddest of all, more than one character makes mention of how long they’ve been waiting for this glorious event or how wonderful they’ve always thought it would be. Some of our actors fare better than others, while most tend to not register as anything at all (Ron Livingston, Anthony Mackie). Particularly uncomfortable are subplots involving Chris Pratt, and even worse, Long and Minghella ridiculously mooning over the bitch-queen, hair-sprayed Collins, who has dressed for the occasion like it’s a red carpet event (of course, she has a secret of her own we’re all supposed to empathize with). Tatum and Dawson fare better, but Dewan-Tatum has absolutely no screen presence, a figure only there to fill a void. And while Isaac’s infatuation with Mara carries the most sensational surprise, this highly romantic, if completely unrealistic flourish, only manages to make everything feel manufactured. Linden obviously has a love for classic ensemble films, as he references influences like The Big Chill (1983) and American Graffiti (1973). However, his own film pales in comparison to these savvy titles. Certainly it doesn’t help that the majority of his cast is older than the late-twentysomethings they’re supposed to be portraying. But the main problem is how the film is a blatant reiteration of how a heteronormative paradigm asserts that, for the majority, high school is and will forever remain the only significant moment of socialization for people, a moment in time that will always be savored and a second helping constantly sought after. But for those people that exist outside of this cinematically traditional school of thought, the high school reunion is not a penultimate ritual. But boy, oh boy, Jamie Linden has sure concocted a dreamy fantasy of trivialities for us with 10 Years, a grown up movie for those now older highschoolers from Can’t Hardly Wait (1998). Los Angeles based Nicholas Bell is IONCINEMA.com's Chief Film Critic and covers film festivals such as Sundance, Berlin, Cannes and TIFF. He is part of the critic groups on Rotten Tomatoes, The Los Angeles Film Critics Association (LAFCA), the Online Film Critics Society (OFCS) and GALECA. His top 3 for 2021: France (Bruno Dumont), Passing (Rebecca Hall) and Nightmare Alley (Guillermo Del Toro). He was a jury member at the 2019 Cleveland International Film Festival. Watch free movies and tvshows on VidooTv

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n Collins), immediately ogled by A.J. and Marty, who spend the night vying for her attention. Plus, a seemingly lost girl, Elise (Kata Mara), who turns out to be the crush of Reeves. Mary decides to show up, but with husband (Ron Livingstone), irritatingly in tow. Meanwhile, ex-jock Cully drinks himself into a stupor, insistent upon making amends with all the nerds he was awful to ten years ago, including Peter (Aaron Yoo). As the event winds down, the classmates all head to an old dive bar, Pretzels, where they can relive some more memories together. At first, 10 Years feels like a melancholy exploration of forgotten goals and dreams for some of our main characters and it manages to tap into a certain nostalgia many people may feel about their experiences from that period of their lives. But, like almost all movies centered completely around a high school reunion, the cliché tends to be that all the characters never have any more defining moments. And in 2012, technological advances and social networking perhaps dampen the revelations that may be experienced at the high school reunion, no? Oddly, the film happens to be one of the few not to have one facebook reference, though Dawson and Tatum share an awkward exchange where they admit to trying to find each other o

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just gonna put this here 😀

—the photo was not mine, i just saw this on a choices facebook group so yea ctto

#well this is the end i guess #I'll miss blaine #tatum and all of our classmates #prob going to replay fa #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices stories we play #pixelberry #choices #distant shores #the royal masquerade #night bound #foreign affairs tatum #foreign affairs #choices foreign affairs #blaine hayes #blaine x mc #choices blaine #fa blaine

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Scream: Ski Trip

Chapter 9: Fade to Black

Content Warning: Violence

Chapter 8

Word Count: 883

Billy had shoved you to the ground and was straddling your legs so you couldn't move. The toe of his Chuck Taylor's was digging into your left shin, one hand closed around your throat while the other dragged the knife down your chest. He liked playing games, watching the fear creep into your eyes as you wondered if he'd really hurt you. Of course, considering what him and Stu had done to your other classmates, to Tatum, you were pretty sure their threats weren't empty.

"I told you-" your voice wavered as sweat began to build up on your palms, still tied behind your back,

"I don't know where she is".

Billy hummed disapprovingly, squeezing his hand tighter around your throat. "You keep saying that, but I still don't believe you."

"Fuck, man, what if she escaped! She probably called the cops! I can't go to jail, my mom and dad will kill me!" Stu whined.

"Relax fuckwad, she doesn't even know it's us." Billy muttered, turning his head to glare at his friend, "we just have to take care of our little problem and then we can get outta here."

"What about Sid's dad?"

"We can still frame him," Billy turned back to you, letting go of your throat to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "So, let's say Sid escaped. She's probably on her way to the cops by now.... Thinks I'm dead...." You could practically see the gears turning in Billy's head as he tried to come up with a plan. He was tracing your collarbone with his fingertip now and had moved the knife away from your chest. His eyes were glazed over and you thought maybe he had zoned out, when slowly a smile began to creep over his face. "I've got it."

"Yeah?" Stu leaned closer to the two of you.

"Ol' Daddy Prescott's still our killer, snapped on the anniversary of his wife's death. He came up here early before the trip so he could plan everything, hid out in the woods and waited for us all to get here," Billy glanced at Stu,

"His precious little girl got away, and you and I were left for dead... and poor (Y/N)..." he leaned over you, stoking your bottom lip with his thumb, "poor sweet (Y/N)... you fought so hard..." he dragged the knife up your side now, placing its tips between your ribs, "but Neil was so mad that his baby girl had escaped and he decided he was gonna take it all out on you." He slowly pressed the knife between your ribs and you screamed as searing heat flared up your side.

Billy smiled, "go ahead, babydoll, be as loud as you want. Nobody can hear you."

"Why don't you just kill me now, why drag it out?" You said through tears.

"Because it's fun!" Stu chimed in.

"Stu and I tried to save you..." Billy continued. "But we were too late." Stu flashed you a fake frown, drawing his finger down the side of his face to imitate a tear.

"We killed Neil but we just couldn't stop you from bleeding out."

Billy twisted the knife before pulling it out and you whimpered, wincing in pain. You let out another scream as he buried the knife in your side again and again. Blood spread across the side of your shirt, covering Billy's hands and mixing with the corn syrup concoction that had stained them earlier.

He handed the knife to Stu, "make it quick. Remember what we talked about, stay to the side."

"I got it, I got it..." Stu said, before plunging the knife into Billy's side.

"Fuck," Billy grunted, doubling over.

Your eyes grew wide as you watched the two boys stab each other. They seemed to have momentarily forgotten about you; Billy was getting a little too enthusiastic and Stu was telling him to calm down. "Ow! Enough, enough!" He looked at Billy dejectedly.

You had started to back away from the two, using your heels to push yourself across the floor. Billy caught your eye, "go take care of daddy dearest," he said to Stu, handing him the voice modulator and a mobile phone. "I've got this one."

Billy stumbled over to you, now bleeding profusely from a wound that sort of matched your own. Your vision was blurring now, you were losing a lot of blood. You whimpered as Billy closed in on you, too weak to scream. He dropped to his knees next to you, pulling you towards him, "where are you going babydoll, we aren't finished yet."

Your breathing was shallow now and your eyes were half closed. "No more," you muttered, "please". "Don't worry (y/n), we're just setting up the final scene," he lifted you up and cradled you to his chest. You winced as he pressed his hand against your wound,

"I tried to save you..."

you thought you heard sirens in the distance.

"...but I was too late." He looked down at you, mock pity in his voice.

Darkness seeped into the corners of your vision and you could barely keep focus on Billy's face. Sirens echoed in your ears and you thought you heard car doors slam and distant voices yelling before your vision faded to black.

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First Dates and A n x i e t y

(Some lines of dialogue in this are from this prompt post by @screnwriter, go have a look there’s a lot of good ones!!)

Franchise: Scream

Pairing: Dewey Riley x Reader

Also Featured: Mentions of Sidney, Randy, Tatum, Billy and Stu. Maureen Prescott mention.

Warnings: A very VERY obscure spoiler for Scream (2022), you probably won’t even notice it if you don’t know what I’m talking about by the time you’ve read through but I know some people don’t like wondering or realizing they got spoiled over some little detail so tread cautiously. Mentions of the events from the first Scream, survivor’s guilt and the grieving process. This is also hella awkward lol. Like one or two swears, mentions of vomit in one sentence. Reader and Dewey are on a diner date so food. Reader is Dewey’s age but nothing else is specified.

A/N: Just to clarify, I tried very hard not to romanticize grief or the healing process in this. It’s an extremely hard thing to go through, and someone saying they love you isn’t going to magically fix it. I was trying to figure out how to not make this pro-cop but make it pro-Dewey. Cops scare the absolute fuck out of me but I trust Dewey with my life. I found him super hard to write for some reason, but I still like how this ending turned out. He’s my darling man 💖💖. I do the ~ shit in every fic of mine I think I’m making it my brand.

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@novatheghostfaceapologist @thirsting4slashers gotta make sure to tag the Scream besties officially got a clique going

“Are you, um, are you having a good time?”

“Yes, Dewey. I am.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, you can tell me.”

“Dewey.” You sighed, putting down your hamburger so you could grasp his hands, “You can never make me uncomfortable, ok? So stop thinking like that.”

“If you say so-” Dewey looked away for a moment, then back towards you. He barely got his lips parted before you spoke up and beat him to it.

“I’m sure. I’m unequivocally, definitely, certainly sure. Let’s go back to enjoying our meal.” You caught his eye and shot him a small smile, just to be sure he knew you weren’t actually mad or upset.

The little diner was quiet, the few other customers than Dewey and yourself were scattered intermittently through the brightly colored room. A radio news station flowed softly from the overhead sound system, pairing with the soft conversations from patrons and the occasional clanging of dishes to make a cozy and welcoming atmosphere. But the most comforting part of everything was the man who sat in front of you, you just wished he could see it.

You and Dewey had been vaguely familiar with each other your whole lives, having been in the same grade during school. After you had graduated and Dewey became a cop, you had only seen him a handful of times, not trying to agitate or get in trouble with the law. He was always so passionate and helpful, you weren’t surprised he chose that career path in your small, sleepy town. Everything was fine, you gave him a wave in the fleeting moments you saw him, feeling fuzziness in your chest as he would give you a wide smile in return.

Everything was fine, everything was fine until it wasn’t.

The news of Maureen’s death was a shockwave. Stuff like that didn’t happen in Woodsboro and the authorities had been left scrambling to calm the aftermath of the shell-shocking news. It was a new thing for everyone and the bruises and scars were still prominent in the town as time moved on. You remembered the day Dewey had come in to question you, Maureen having been a frequent at the store you worked at. He was fumbling and tinted red throughout the entire process and half of your energy had been spent trying to relax him. The other half was spent trying to relax yourself for being this close to him, alone, for the first time in years.

Inappropriate? Maybe. But it was all over and done with now.

Then, you know, Ghostface.

It was on a whole other level. Your heart already ached for Sidney enough when her mother died, but having your classmates and best friend brutally murdered by your boyfriend and other friend barely a year after was enough to break somebody and you tried to keep a close eye on her while still staying in your proper place. Tatum was a sweetheart, routinely coming in after school, Sidney and sometimes Randy in tow, and would spend hours looking through all the inventory. You worked at one of the fancier stores in town, a fashion boutique with a name most of the customers couldn’t pronounce.

The store felt a little less lively now.

Your heart hurt for Dewey too. He adored Tatum and Tatum adored him, no matter how much she poked fun in a way only siblings can. Dewey’s natural sunshine went away that day, overcast by clouds of grief and guilt for something he didn’t need to blame himself for. That was the first time you fully reached out since graduation day, not being forceful but just offering up a safe space to talk, and he accepted.

You felt a little nervous getting close to him this way, in such a horrific circumstance, but the feeling of old nostalgia held a strong grip on you as you helped Dewey the best you could. He even, at one time, admitted shyly to you that he had been wanting to talk again for ages but could never find the words. After that, you became more clear with your concerns, hoping he would understand and not take offense or be upset. Of course, being the gentle and sweet man he was, assured you he wasn’t upset and understood you. A new form of conversation opened.

Which is why you felt comfortable saying yes when the Deputy of Woodsboro asked you out early one morning, quietly as you poured him a cup of coffee.

“These fries are really good, I’ve never tried them in this style before.” Dewey spoke up, holding a seasoned crisp in the air for emphasis.

“Aren’t they? I used to come here all the time when I was younger, the recipe has barely changed. I would even say they’ve improved them.” You cheekily winked at Dewey, and he chuckled.

“I’m glad you recommended this place, I’m not so good with choosing things.” You could see him cringe then, looking away, “It’s starting to seem like I’m not good at dates in general.”

Your brow furrowed, “You’re doing just fine, Dewey. Just let it go, don’t worry, I’m not going to judge you or anything. I already know you and I already like you, you can’t change my mind with one date.”

You were hoping you would get a smile out of him with that, but you didn’t. You were struggling to, not wanting to say the wrong thing or act a certain way despite just telling Dewey to not worry about doing so. Just two awkward people, sitting in a diner, but it somehow didn’t feel awkward. You were broken out of your thoughts when you felt a warm hand settle on your own.

“I’m scared.”

That…wasn’t what you were expecting, for some reason.

“Why are you scared?”

Dewey inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh. The sigh of a broken man, and your frown deepened as the lines of his forehead did.

“I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of who I’m going to lose next. I barely survived this one, what if it happens again? What if I lose you? Or Sidney or Randy? They’re just starting out in life, they haven’t even graduated yet, they shouldn’t have needed to go through this. I’m worried about me. I don’t want to be stuck being useless in some town not able to solve murders and watching more people die. I can’t focus on the present because I’m too worried about the future.”

He stammered to a stop, becoming aware of how loud he had gotten. His gaze darted around the room nervously. You took his face in your hands, watching how he relaxed from your warm touch immediately.

“You’re... so brave, Dewey. I know it’s hard to not overthink past actions and mistakes, but what’s important is that you did your best. You always do your best, and I love you for it. I know I can’t make it all better, it won’t go away just like that, but I’m going to be there for you. You aren’t alone, there’s so many people who care and have so much respect for you. You’re amazing, you show me that every moment of every day. You’re strong and you can get through this, I know you can. There’s going to be bad days, bad weeks, but you have people you can rely on. You’re not a burden, you’re not useless, you’re Dewey Riley. Dewey Riley is incredible, he’s sweet and he’s helpful and he’s the man I’ve been in love with since 7th grade. So, please don’t think you’re nothing short of spectacular, or at least talk to someone about it. You don’t have to hold it in.”

Dewey’s eyes welled with tears and he nodded.

“I don’t know what else to say, but thank you.”

“You don’t need to say anything else.”

“We’re going to do this together?”

“Together, I’ll be with you until the stars fall and the tides disappear, you’re the one for me.”

You got your smile with that.

“That was awfully poetic.”

You blushed, “I wrote a lot of poetry in 7th grade.”

“Ok, I definitely need to see that now.”

“No, you absolutely do not.”

“But I dooo~.” He cooed at you in a sing-song voice, and you thought you could never feel softer for this man. So light. So warm.

Dewey moved a little towards the opening of the booth.

“Can… I come sit next to you?”

You giggled, moving further into the seat, “Of course, Deputy Riley. It would be my pleasure.”

Dewey smiled as he stood up, tumbling a bit before he caught himself. He must’ve seen you jump out of the corner of his eye because he was quick to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, kind of still getting used to the nerve damage, you know?”

He laughed and despite the unusual circumstances, you laughed too.

He plopped down into the seat beside you, pulling over his almost empty basket as you scooted just a bit closer to him, so your arms were side by side.

“So, I, uh, I heard Sidney and Randy stopped by looking for some clothes for graduation pictures.”

“Oh, yeah!” You perked up at that, but still made sure to replace your arms touching with your thigh pressed against his, “It was really good to see them. They were in there for a bit, Randy kept looking at bowties so we know what to expect from him at least.”

You both chuckled.

“That’s not bad. Nothing will ever top our graduation ceremony, I think.”

“Oh? The one where I fell on my ass going across the stage, the one where Robby Sinclair vomited right in front of that old lady in the first row because he was already so blasted from pre-gaming? The one where your shoe fell off as you were going down the stairs?”

As you recalled more and more things about that momentous day, Dewey stayed silent, staring at you fondly.

“That is, in fact, the one I’m referring to.”

“Listen, I’m not saying we were the best class that school has ever had, but we were the best class that school has ever had. Go Panthers, am I right?”

“Go Panthers.”

“Do you remember that one time when-”

“You don’t mind if I kiss you, do you?”

You halt with a screech after that, looking over at him with wide eyes. But once your eyes meet his own, fond and warm like melted chocolate, you sigh and smile.

“No, no. I don’t think I do.”

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F I N A L G I R L | T H R E E

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t t h r e e | j e a l o u s y

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 4.3k warnings: angst tbh. and not the healthiest relationship but ya know what it’s billy so we persevere, unwanted advances, more angst x

I had a request for a jealous billy, so I hope you like my take on it x

That was the third time in the last thirty minutes that Steve Shit-For-Brains Orth touched you. Three fucking times. The first two times he was willing to look past but the third? Fuck no. The asshole, who was sitting with his clunky arm on the back of your chair, had not-so-casually rubbed his thumb along your spine, inciting a rather surprised look from you and a rather murderous one from Billy.

Of course, Steve couldn’t see the rage practically oozing from Billy, but boy was it there. Especially when you went out of your way to lean further into your desk as though to avoid his grabby little hands.

But that didn’t stop Steve.

Billy could see the frustration on your face as you fought to keep your cool in front of your classmates as his hand dipped beneath the desk to give your thigh a firm squeeze.

The same thighs that Billy’s face had been buried in just this morning.

All Billy saw was red as you pushed Steve’s hand away, muttering something to him under your breath before raising your hand to excuse yourself. With an anger so palpable radiating from his every pore, Billy watched you leave the classroom and thought of the various ways he could kill that fucker before you returned.

“Billy,” the girl, Sam, he’d been paired up with groused, “are you even paying attention?”

“No,” he simply said, barely hearing her above the sound of his own blood coursing to his ears. “Sorry.”

He wasn’t sorry, of course, only irate. The vein in his neck pulsed against his skin as his blood pressure skyrocketed. This was the type of thing that drove him to the brink of insanity when it came to having to keep the two of you a secret for the sake of his plan. It was bad enough that he couldn’t parade you around like he wanted to, even worse that he knew, deep down, that your little arrangement hurt you beyond belief – but this? Watching you get pawed by these dickheads all the while he was forced to take a backseat?

He couldn’t stomach it.

His knuckles were white from the grip he had on his pencil but even as he felt it splinter off into his palm, his grip never waned. Not for a second. It was either that or kill Steve Orth and, while that sounded great, he couldn’t. Not yet, at least.

Just as the pressure of the pencil in his hand got to be too much, you waltzed back into the room with your head held high, seemingly unfazed by the naked eye – but Billy saw right through it. He knew you, more than either of you would like to admit, and he could see the irritation as clear as day in those gorgeous eyes of yours as Steve smirked playfully up at you from where he sat.

Subtly, you gave Billy a gentle nod, silently talking him down from doing anything stupid in the middle of the classroom, before taking your seat yet again.

Thankfully, Steve managed to keep his hands off of you for the remainder of the class but, unbeknownst to both you and Steve, that assholes fate had been sealed. Billy might not have been able to do anything to him yet, but he would. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

The bell eventually rang out and Billy, wasting no time at all, pushed himself off of his desk and walked up beside you. “You okay?” He asked, but his eyes were trained on Steve who was much too busy high-fiving one of his friends to notice Billy’s murderous stare.

“I’m fine, Billy,” you laughed, “he’s an idiot, but he’s a harmless idiot.”

“Harmless?” Billy’s voice was low and impressively tame considering the fact that beneath it all, his blood was boiling. “He has no right to touch you.”

Glancing over your shoulder you smiled at one of the other cheerleaders before looking back at Billy. “I appreciate the concern, Billy, but I’m fine.”

That casual tone of yours just about killed him every single time. It was a punch to the gut compared the woman he had all to himself behind closed doors. This version of you, this censored version, was just a part of the charade, he knew that much, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

The rest of your classmates slowly filtered out of the room, eventually leaving you and Billy alone as you tossed your notebook into your bag. That weighty stare of his was ever present, but you pretended not to notice in fear of someone walking in. Billy Loomis was a lot of things, but subtle, he was not.

At least where you were concerned.

“That’s bullshit,” he seethed, “someone ought to show that fucker he can’t just go around touching what isn’t his. He—”

“What isn’t his?” A bitter laugh tumbled out of your lips. “I’m not a piece of fucking meat, Billy. I’m not his, sure, but I’m not yours, either.”

You watched the muscle in Billy’s jaw clench and that vein in his neck that always seemed to swell whilst he was under pressure visibly strained and pulsed before your very eyes. “I didn’t say you were,” he muttered, “I just meant that he needs to learn some respect.”

“He does,” you agreed, “but that’s not your job to teach him.”

Leaning against the desk, he ran a hand through his hair and glowered across at you. “I could tell it bothered you, so why the hell are you defending him?”

You rolled your eyes and swung your bag over your shoulder. “I’m not defending him, Billy. Steve’s an asshole, we all know this, but I don’t want you to get in shit thinking it’s your job to defend me. I can look after myself, Billy. I promise.” With another futile glance towards the door, you reached forward and gently ran your thumbnail against his bottom lip. “Besides, you’re too cute for a fistfight.”

Upon dropping your hand back down at your side, Billy caught it and gave it a squeeze. “I can’t help it if I get heated about all these assholes. Look at you.”

“You can help it, actually,” you laughed. “Don’t engage, first off. And, secondly,” you leaned in a little closer so that your lips were dangerously close to his ear, “try to remember who it is I’m fucking at the end of the day, hmm?” You pulled away and offered him a quick wink before walking out of the classroom. “See you at lunch, Loomis.”

»»-------------¤-------------««

“All I’m saying is that if he didn’t want me giving sage advice to those renting a fucking movie, then why hire me in the first place?” Randy asked with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

You, Tatum, Sid and Randy were all outside eating at the fountain whilst waiting for the other two idiots to join. Pushing your sunglasses further up your nose you smirked across at Randy. “Randy, you told the guy not to rent the movie. Your job is to make people want to watch these movies.” You popped a carrot into your mouth. “How you’re still employed is truly a mystery.”

“That’s the thing,” he laughed, “he fired me!”

“Shocking,” Sid chuckled, “what did you say when he fired you?”

Randy stole a celery stick out of your Tupperware container and bit down. “Nothing, I kept working. Fire me? Not on my watch. No thanks.”

With a shake of your head, you stretched out your legs on the concrete slab of the fountain and found Stu bounding towards you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you guys hear?” He asked, swooping down to kiss Tatum’s cheek. “Our man, Billy, snapped.”

You froze mid-bite and immediately looked at Sid who had sat up looking concerned as ever. “What?” She asked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Billy and Steve, man,” Stu laughed and snatched a carrot stick from your stash. “The two of them got into it during one coach’s drills and Billy just,” he bawled his hand into a fist and slapped it against his other hand. A resounding smack echoed out around you. “Clobbered him, man. It was awesome!”

With your appetite long gone, you slowly swung your legs back onto the ground and pinched your brow. You were raging. Not only had the idiot ignored you by engaging with Steve, but he’d gone ahead and fought him, too.

“What?” Sidney croaked. “W-Why would he do that? He’s never been the type to just fight someone like that. Did Steve do something to provoke him?”

You chewed on your lip and stared ahead as Stu merely shrugged. “Don’t think so,” he stole another carrot and grinned at something in the distance. “Ask him yourself, here he comes.”

Your blood was boiling beneath your skin as you watched Billy casually waltz over to your group as though he wasn’t wielding one hell of a fucking bruise on his cheek, accentuated perfectly with a small, clean slice along his cheekbone that would almost surely scar. The fucking moron.

“Billy!” Sid gasped, jumping up to tend to her boyfriend’s injuries.

You, on the other hand, forever the other woman, remained dutifully planted on the edge of the fountain. Not that you would have tended to him in any way, shape, or form in that instance. In fact, you weren’t sure you could trust yourself not to add to the mess on his face.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, giving her hand a quick kiss as she gently observed his cheek. “Things just got heated on the field, is all.”

“You should see the other guy,” Stu beamed, “I hear Steve lost a tooth!”

Your anger swelled, momentarily blinding you as the rest of your friends laughed and asked for a play-by-play of events. Not quite trusting yourself, you pushed yourself up from the edge of the fountain wall and grabbed your bag. “I’ll see you guys later,” you hummed, not looking up at the bruised idiot in fear or snarling at him.

“You don’t want to stay for story time?” Stu asked, looking between you and Billy in amusement.

“Can’t.” Smacking on what you only hoped was a convincing smile, you shook your head and gestured to the school. “Forgot I had a meeting with Miss Wills about getting my biology grade up.”

Just before you turned on your heel to head back into the school, you just managed to catch Billy’s eye as he dutifully sat beside Sidney. She was leaning into him, gently prodding the scar along his cheek with a concerned frown marring her pretty face. He, on the other hand, was staring evocatively across at you with a small frown of his own.

Clearing your throat, you waved them off rather quickly before heading back inside of the school. You were too angry to care about how you felt the weight of his stare all over you before finally disappearing from sight.

»»-------------¤-------------««

You locked your bedroom door that night and closed your curtains to avoid rolling over and seeing the idiot that was currently plaguing your every thought staring back at you from the second story of your house. In fact, that was what you did for the next three nights all the while managing to avoid Billy Loomis as much as humanly possible whilst at school.

So far, he had tried on four separate occurrences to get you alone. Whether it was subtly nodding towards an empty classroom with the gang around or lingering by your desk after English in hopes of pinning you down for a chat, it was obvious that Billy was desperate to talk with you. To smooth things over. To move on from this rather ugly display of jealousy.

But you weren’t. And, honestly, you weren’t sure if you were going to be any time soon, if at all.

A small dose of jealousy was only normal every once in a while. Not healthy, by any means, but a normal part of any relationship. Only this relationship you and Billy had was anything but normal. He had a girlfriend. A lovely, kind girlfriend who would have given him the world three times over if he asked. So just how Billy was the one with the audacity to be jealous made no sense.

Whenever you thought about it, you got mad. The injustice of it all was truly something you couldn’t wrap your head around. Just how Billy Loomis, the one with a girlfriend, could get jealous of a guy you were barely even acquaintances with really threw you for a loop. And yet you, the asshole who had somehow fallen in love with him, had to quietly take a seat and watch him dote over another girl in public.

Dote over your best friend.

Oh, the irony was delicious.

Tossing the book you’d been reading aside, you let out a quiet groan and closed your eyes as you heard the familiar jiggle of your window. It, like it had been for days, was still locked, thankfully, and your curtains still drawn in fear of seeing him.

The commotion tonight, was brief. He only tried for a second or two before you heard him meander his way back down to ground level. With an annoyed sigh, you reached for your book only to stop dead in your tracks when your doorbell rang out through your whole house.

Shooting up from your bed, you immediately lunged for the door and held your ear to it as your mother quietly complained about just who it could possibly be at this hour of the night.

Please be anyone else, please be anyone else, please be—”

“Oh, Billy,” your mother gushed. She’d always liked Billy. The traitor. “It’s awful late, is everything okay?”

Furling your brow, you pressed your ear further into your door and heard Billy’s deep voice say something – something probably charming – before your mother’s voice called up to you.

“Y/N, sweetie,” she beckoned, “Billy Loomis is here.”

You opened and shut your mouth several times over as you thought of your next few words. Somehow swearing at him from where you stood didn’t seem like the best idea with your parents in the house so, instead, you opted for the next best option.

You said nothing.

Holding your breath, you stood at the head of your room in nothing more than your flannel sleep shorts and tank top while hoping beyond hope that Billy would be ushered out of your house.

“I’m afraid she might be sleeping, dear,” your mother sympathetically cooed, “was there something you needed?”

Pressing your ear tighter to the wood, you barely made out the words ‘book’ and ‘homework’ before another sympathetic cluck escaped your mom’s lips. “And it’s due tomorrow?”

Bastard.

You panicked. His ploy was obviously to come up here and search for a book that didn’t exist all the while your parents carried on with their regular scheduled programming downstairs – but your parents weren’t dumb, nor were they naïve. Surely, your mother would offer to come up and root around for whatever it was he lied and said you had before she would inevitably have to wake you up in order to deliver the goods to the lying Loomis.

Your anger pulsed as realization dawned on you.

You had to go downstairs.

“Did you say something?” You asked, feigning innocence as you pushed your door open and made your way down, barely glancing at Billy who still stood in your entryway. “What are you doing here?”

Billy licked his lips. “I, uh, wanted to swing by and pick up the book for our English assignment. I think you must have grabbed mine, too, when you were putting your stuff away.”

“Nope,” you shrugged, “I don’t have it.”

Billy awkwardly smiled across at your parents before looking back at you. “You sure?”

“Positive,” you replied coolly. “Maybe you left it at Sid’s house?”

His shoulders briefly fell at your tone and, for a split second, you felt your heart fall into your stomach. You knew you were hurting him with the callousness of your words, but you had to stick to your guns this time around for your own sanity.

“Guess I must have misplaced it,” he wryly admitted. “Sorry for the intrusion, Mrs. Y/L/N.” His eyes flickered to you. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You nodded, prepared to watch him leave, but before he could get a foot out of the door, your mother stopped him.

“Wait, Billy,” she ran out of the living room and into the kitchen, leaving you and Billy alone for all of three seconds before she shuffled back in. “Here,” she held out a dish packed to the brim with Shepard’s Pie. “I know your dad’s been working a lot of late nights so dinner’s might not be the most well-balanced, but a growing boy has to eat.”

Feeding the enemy. Typical.

“Y/N made it,” she bragged, unwittingly fanning the flames of annoyance in your chest. “It’s delicious, too.”

Touched, Billy grabbed the Tupperware container from your mom before glancing at you. He knew you could cook, you’d cooked for him several times in the span of your friendship – long before the two of you began…doing whatever it was you were doing – but as he accepted the container, there was an emotion there that was much too raw and real for you to try and decompress.

You realized, slowly, that your mother’s offering of Shepard’s Pie was probably the first time a maternal figure had paid him any mind since his own mother had walked out on him all those months back.

Your stomach dropped at the thought.

“Y/N is a great cook,” he agreed. This time, his voice was much quieter. “And thank you again, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

Once again, you watched him turn on his heel to leave the house but, with that niggling feeling of guilt twisting inside of your belly, you opened your mouth before you could so much as think to stop yourself.

“I’ll walk you out,” you muttered, flashing your mother a fleeting smile. “Be right back.”

Slipping on some shoes, you ignored Billy’s obviously surprised face as he lingered in the doorway before finally looking across at him. “Let’s go.”

The night was brisk as the two of you strolled towards his car in silence. You shivered absentmindedly as your pajamas offered no real sense of protection from the chill before glancing at Billy. Naturally, his eyes were already on you.

“Do you think your mother’s watching us right now?”

“Knowing her?” You shrugged. “Probably.”

He swallowed hard. “We should talk about what happened.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I know what happened. You saw Steve touch me and got irrationally jealous over it and, rather than deal with it like a grown man, you punched him and he lost his fucking tooth.”

A flicker of anger crossed over his handsome features. “It’s not that simple, Y/N, he—”

“That is probably the only simple thing about our little situation, Billy,” you acknowledged quietly. “You got jealous and you punched a guy. Doesn’t get simpler than that.”

“He deserved it,” he argued. “He’s a moron and shouldn’t have touched you. Do you know how hard it is to see that and not defend you the way I wanted to while it was happening?”

“Defend me?” You sneered. “Or stake your claim on me? No offence, Billy, but the entire male population of our school could ask me on a date tomorrow, and you’d have no fucking say in the matter. Whether they touch me or ask me out or anything, because you and I aren’t a thing.”

Billy chewed on his bottom lip as his grip on the Tupperware tightened considerably. “Yes, we are.” His voice was eerily calm despite the panic surging through his chest. “I love you, I told you that at the cornfield and I meant it. I fucking love you, Y/N.”

“You did,” you said, “and my feelings haven’t changed but you can’t be blind to the fact that this isn’t working, Billy. You getting jealous over me getting unwanted attention from a guy all the while expecting me to sit there and watch you and Sid flaunt your shit all over town?” You could feel your eyes begin to water as your emotions got the better of you, but you wouldn’t cry in front of him. You wouldn’t dare. “I’m supposed to sit there and trust what you’re telling me. That you will break up with Sid, that you do love me, that, if things were different, it would be me you’d be with and only me. But one guy squeezes my thigh and you lose your shit? Where’s the fucking sense in that?”

“I fucked up,” Billy admitted, his bravado long gone. “I see that now, I fucked up. But --”

“But,” you scoffed. “See, there it is. An excuse. I don’t want your excuses anymore, Billy. I want you and while I thought that was enough, I’m seeing it’s not that easy anymore. Not if you get to act like this unhinged asshole whenever I get a sliver of attention.”

You watched Billy’s eyes search your face as his hands trembled. He wanted to reach out and cradle your face, you could tell that much, but – tale as old as time – with an audience, even if it was just a possibility that it was your mother, he remained still. “Don’t do this to me, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice shaky. “Please. I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sosorry.”

“I just think we need to take some time away from each other,” you muttered. “For our own sanity.”

“No,” Billy argued, stepping towards you in desperation. “No, Y/N, I need you. Please don’t do this.”

“I think you need to either make a decision with Sid or be more open with me about what the fuck is going on inside of that head of yours. You can’t go around punching people because you get jealous, Billy. And, until you figure your shit out, I think we should stop this. Whatever this is between us.”

“It’s a relationship,” Billy’s brows furrowed in outrage. “Two people who fucking love each other is a relationship, Y/N.”

A sad smile broke out across your face as you stared up at the starry sky above you. “Two people who love each other but can’t show it. Who have to hide whenever people are around in fear or being seen as anything more than good pals.” You shook your head and met his frenzied stare. “That’s not a relationship, Billy. That’s fucked up. We’re fucked up.” You sniffed and gestured down to the Tupperware in his hands. “Enjoy your food. I’m going back inside now, and I meant what I said. We need some time apart so, please, don’t come around here anymore. At least not until…” you let the sentence hang in the air, unsure of your next few words.

“Until what?” He was clinging to your every word but there was an anger so palpable radiating off of him that made you take a small step back. “Until you decide that you don’t want me anymore? Walk away and leave me like my mother did?”

You cocked your head to the side and hoped like hell the hurt you felt at that accusation didn’t directly show on your face. “If you truly think I would do that, Billy, then we’re even more fucked up than I thought.” You sniffed and began to turn back to your house. “I have a lot of faith in you, Billy, and a whole hell of a lot of trust. It’s about time you showed me that same consideration.”

The raw emotion on his face was jarring and almost made you hang back long enough to console him like you would any other time, but you couldn’t. If he couldn’t trust you, what the hell hope did either of you have at this becoming a real thing? Walking back to your house, your heart broke and any emotion you fought so desperately to keep down began to bubble to the surface. But you wouldn’t break down though, at least not yet.

You always had your cards on the table when it came to Billy Loomis and it was about time that he started showing his, as well.

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foreign affairs | m!blaine hayes x mc (kennedy monroe)

a cut scene from chapter 4; after dionne’s party, blaine and kennedy work on their project a little bit and then not at all.

catch up: knockout (E) / on the ropes (T)

tagging: @pixeljazzy ; @zigtheeortega ; @pixelsandkink ; @writinghereandthere ; @choicesarehard ; @natesewell ; @flyawayboo ; @withbeautyandrage ; @blainehellyes

~3.3k words | T

it would be easier not to be seen together if not for the fact that they’re no where near done with their project. in fact, they’ve barely even started.

there’s also the added complication of their less-than-platonic relationship; they’re far from just classmates, or even friends.

everything feels like it’s gotten out of control so quickly.

but he hadn’t planned for this. he’d agreed to go to vancross because it was that or the campaign trail; when he’d first arrived on campus, blaine had expected to coast through his classes, party until he forgot how pissed off at his parents he was and wait out the boring political drama unfolding back home with a few more years of school.

he hadn’t expected her.

to their credit, his father’s advisors had done their best to warn him. still, he’d slept through so many briefings before packing up and heading out that he lost count -- going to vancross was supposed to be a reprieve from being blaine hayes, a chance to get out from under his parents’ noses. the first daughter of rutherland was a nonissue, hardly part of the equation at all.

...then he’d met her, and she’d called him a jackass with that cute little challenging sparkle in her eyes, and a part of him that had long since been quiet slowly stirred awake again.

and now he’s here: playing it so cool that kennedy is clearly starting to doubt whether he even likes her at all, fidgety and tense where she’s doing her very best to pretend to be engrossed in her textbook, sitting right beside him on the couch in her suite.

her bodyguard is definitely glaring at him, too.

blaine looks away, clearing his throat and nudging kennedy with his shoulder. “hey,” he murmurs, voice purposefully low, “i think i found something.”

it’s only when she blinks at him curiously that he realizes he has absolutely nothing at all to offer her and only wanted an excuse to break the silence between them. he points to a random passage in the book in his lap. “we can use this for our argument.”

kennedy looks down at the section he’s indicated and then stares back at him as though he’s one of the dumbest people she’s ever had the displeasure of talking to. rather than wilt under the disappointment in her eyes, he only smiles charmingly back at her, until she heaves a sigh and says, “maybe you should just work on our citations.”

god, no. anything but that. panicked, he grabs for the book she’s holding before she can retreat silently into its pages, burying her nose in the spine and refusing to look at him like she has been for the last hour. “look,” he starts, tongue darting out to wet his lips. the sudden spike of nervousness that flares up within him is... new, to say the least. he needs a plan. “can we talk privately for a minute?”

she looks past him, quirking an eyebrow at her bodyguard. there’s a beat or two of silent communication between them that makes him feel uneasy and a sharp twist of her mouth before he hears the front door open and shut, and then they’re alone.

blaine exhales, jumping to his feet. “okay -- come on.”

he crosses the room without waiting for a response from her, prying open one of the windows in her kitchen. his head leans out to judge the distance to the cobblestones beneath them; it’ll be a bit of a jump, but he’s had worse. when he looks back at kennedy, she’s still blinking at him owlishly. “uh, what are you doing?”

“we’re ditching your bodyguard,” he grins, more confidently than he feels. it is kind of funny how she’s looking at him, like he just suggested a bank heist. “come on. he’ll be back any second.”

kennedy glances at the front door, then rushes over to meet him at the window. “but -- why -- we’re supposed to be working on our project.”

he arches his eyebrows at her, unimpressed. “and we’re obviously not making any headway. plus, i can tell you’re distracted, and since i’m pretty sure that’s my fault... i want to fix it.” well, those are words he’s almost definitely never said to anyone before. to cover up his own surprise at himself, and how uncomfortably true they ring, he widens his grin and asks, “don’t you trust me?”

as soon as she leans around him to peer down at the length of the drop, he knows he’s won. “not enough to go first.”

blaine winks at her before deciding to hell with it, leaning out the window and jumping down to the ground, wincing when his shoes slam against the pavement. fuck. that probably wasn’t worth a shot at impressing her.

though it is worth being in the perfect position to catch her, when she slips from the windowsill and straight into his arms, windswept and adorable. her trip down had been clumsy and imprecise, with all the grace of someone who had probably never snuck out of anywhere before.

before he can stop himself, he lifts a hand to her face to brush her hair back behind her ear. she smiles at him, as his fingertips graze her temple, and for a moment it’s like they both forget who and where they are.

it’s terrifying.

he sets kennedy down on her feet as quickly as he can, reaching for her wrist to tug her through the courtyard. “come on.”

“where are we going?” she asks, stumbling to catch up with him, “and -- slow down, jesus. i can’t run in these shoes. no one’s chasing us, anyway.”

right. he knows that. he’s done this plenty of times -- evaded his own security detail so frequently he could probably do it in his sleep. he’s snuck plenty of pretty girls around behind guards, including this pretty girl just a few days ago. there’s no reason he should be off his game now.

blaine shakes his head at himself and then slows to a stop, finally dropping kennedy’s wrist back to her side. “well, you can’t ever be too sure,” he muses, pleased to find that they’re definitively alone, no other students or faculty or wayward paparazzi following behind them. “but you’re off the grid, now. how’s it feel?”

kennedy pauses, then unleashes a blinding grin that’s a little bit dazzling. “i see why you do this all the time.”

he hums his agreement, trying not to stare at her smile. “we’re not even at our final destination yet.”

she makes an interested noise that he tries not to find sexy and fails. no one ever said he didn’t have a one-track mind. “where are we going?”

“you’ll see,” blaine promises, his own smirk sharpening as soon as they reach the gate and his hands find it unlocked. some state-of-the-art security.

kennedy falters beside him as he holds the wrought-iron out wide for her. “we didn’t fill out any paperwork.”

that’s true. but it would’ve been impossible to ask for permission when the plan was still only half-baked in his mind, sprung into being just twenty minutes ago. “we’ll be back before anyone notices,” he assures her, “except maybe your shadow.”

kennedy rolls her eyes, but his teasing does the trick. she saunters out of the gate with him without a glance back. “tatum’s just doing his job.”

“right,” blaine scoffs, “that’s all he’s doing.”

there’s a pause that feels just a touch too long before kennedy carefully asks, “what do you mean?”

“i mean --” he adopts the most casual tone of voice he can muster. it still feels like not enough, making him instantly regret dancing around this topic of conversation. “it just seems like there’s something else going on between you two.”

yep. kennedy smirks wide, as obviously delighted as any one person can look. he should’ve seen that coming. “is that so?”

“don’t be smug,” he mutters, hunching his shoulders in when a group of random strangers walk past them on the sidewalk.

“no, i’m going to,” kennedy argues, looking unfairly cute as she does the same, mimicking his movements. god, he hates her. “tell me, what do you think is going on between us?”

“only if you tell me why you’ve been so quiet,” he fires back, leading them off down a side street. “you’ve been weird ever since we got back from pavadena.”

“i have not,” kennedy insists immediately, though when he looks her way again while they wait for the light to change so they can cross the street he sees she’s biting down anxiously on her bottom lip. “i’m not even supposed to be seen with you.”

“i know.” he’s not, either. yet here they both are, in broad daylight together, in the middle of town. “so?”

“so, i’m risking a lot, and it’s like, for what? you didn’t even -- you’ve barely spoken to me, too.” she looks embarrassed by the admission, avoiding his gaze while she stares at the sidewalk instead. “when other people are around, you act like... it’s nothing. me and you.”

blaine frowns. it’s unexpected, how hurtful it is to hear her say that in the soft tone of voice she’s using, uncertain and uncomfortable. she shouldn’t sound like that. “isn’t that what you want?”

she sighs, hesitating for a moment before opening her mouth again. “i --” kennedy cuts off abruptly, leaning to the side to peer around his shoulder. with a sheepish shrug, he realizes they’ve reached their destination, and that kennedy’s stopped talking because of the music playing, trying its best to lure them across the street and into the carnival. “oh my god,” she laughs, her whole face transforming from shy to excited so quickly it makes his head spin, “how did you know this was here?”

her reaction is worth any potential disaster waiting for them back on campus. it might even be worth the ass kicking that’s definitely heading his way from that surly bodyguard of hers, too. “doesn’t matter. come on.”

they jog across the street with their heads down, though as soon as they’re actually on the fairgrounds he realizes there’s no need to look over their shoulders; it’s the middle of the day and the carnival is pretty much empty, a wayward toddler being chased by an au pair the only other sign of life on the premises besides a few bored looking workers hanging out of their booths.

“god, i haven’t been to something like this in ages,” kennedy gushes, already dragging him over to a big table marked tickets. “this is amazing.”

the thing is -- he knows exactly what she means. growing up like they did, being who they are, it’s impossible to do anything normal. he can’t remember the last time he had an afternoon out that was as mundane as this one, either. even date night with his last girlfriend had become a production; nothing was ever just dinner and a movie.

instead of acknowledging her gratitude, he shoves her out of the way with his shoulder and opens his wallet for the most tickets the teenager behind the counter will give him. kennedy completely ignores him while he pays, twisted around to look out over the fairgrounds, cataloging every offering with wide, overeager eyes. somehow she makes this traveling carnival that’s absolutely seen better days feel like a luxury destination, and as he passes the tickets over to her blaine finds that his smile is tough to dampen, despite his best efforts to keep his expression contained.

they burn through a good chunk of the tickets throwing baseballs at milk bottles -- mostly because kennedy insists she can knock down more than he can, and that simply won’t do. he refuses to stop until he’s won her the biggest prize they have available, an obnoxiously pink stuffed elephant with giant, floppy ears.

fortunately, there’s still enough tickets left for the fun house and the photo booth and every other stupid thing she wants to do that he pretends to hate but doesn’t, until eventually the sun’s starting to set and he knows their afternoon out is coming to an end.

“we should head back,” blaine suggests regretfully, watching her pick her way through the giant cotton candy he probably shouldn’t have bought for her with a mix of disgust and pride. “we’ve been gone awhile.”

“have we?” kennedy blinks, as though she’s only now noticing how late it’s gotten. “ugh. one more ride -- i have to finish this.”

“you don’t,” he remarks with amusement, noting the tips of her dyed-blue fingers even as they walk off indulgently towards the only ride they’ve yet to approach. “you can just throw it out.”

“that’s quitter’s talk,” she says through a mouthful of melting sugar, chewing with her cheeks bulged out while blaine uses the last of their tickets to get them onto the ferris wheel, which is completely abandoned except for the two of them, as far as he can tell.

once the door is shut and they take off it’s the most alone they’ve been in awhile. the last time they were this secluded was in the kitchen in pavadena, when he’d licked frosting off her fingers and she’d looked at him like maybe she wanted him to kiss her, too -- like maybe she wanted even more than that.

sort of like how she’s looking at him now, doe eyes wide and nervous, the cogs of her mind very clearly turning into overdrive behind them.

it seems so obvious, now, staring at her in the cart. of course she’d wanted him to kiss her on dionne’s birthday. she’d dressed up, searching for a sincere compliment that she hadn’t gotten and invited him to dance in the hopes that if she made the first move he’d make the finishing one, like they’d done before. and he hadn’t even realized it.

so -- he probably is as stupid as everyone thinks he is.

the ferris wheel creaks around them as they slowly ascend to the top, old machinery groaning while they climb higher and higher. it feels like it takes forever for him to sort his thoughts into a sentence that’s actually passable, but for once, he wants to be careful about what he says. “i didn’t mean to make you think i don’t care.”

he hears her inhale. kennedy flicks her gaze out at the view behind him, then bravely looks back at his face. “no?”

“no,” he confirms, shrugging helplessly again. “this is new to me.” even this conversation is beyond him.

but judging by the look on her face, he’s yet to colossally fuck up. that’s good. “me, too,” she admits, leaning in a little closer across the metal bench they’re both sitting on. “it’d be weird even if we weren’t... us.”

except that who they are has nothing to do with why this is so strange for him. kennedy could be from antartica, and he’d still be the unlucky bastard who finally met someone he thinks understands him and has botched talking to her about it at every opportunity.

well, there’s one thing he knows he can still execute perfectly. as the ferris wheel glides to a stop for them to take in the view, the setting sun streaming in picturesquely through the little window in the cart, he leans in and kisses her, hands fanning out low over the small of her back.

kennedy tastes like cotton candy and her hands are sticky when they cup his face -- sticky like they would have been if he’d seen the signs for what they were and kissed her in pavadena like he’d wanted to, if he’d taken advantage of the rare moment alone in the way he was now, crowding her back into the corner of the cart with a grip that he knows is probably too tight.

but she kisses him back just as urgently as he’s kissing her, dragging him in closer and biting at his mouth. she’s kissing him like she’s been thinking about this, too -- like she’s found it even a fraction as all-consuming as he has, late at night when he can’t get to sleep and he’s staring at his ceiling cursing the absurdity of it all.

the moment is gone in the blink of an eye. the ferris wheel lurches back into motion with a sound that would be alarming if he wasn’t so distracted, the cart swaying in the wind as they slowly come down the other side of the circle.

she pulls away despite blaine’s best efforts to keep her in his personal space, his hands still firm on her hips. “blaine,” she murmurs, so prettily he actually has to shut his eyes -- just for a second -- just to catch his breath --

light spills into the cart as the door is wrenched open. they’re on the ground again, and there’s a line of kids waiting for their turn on the ride. going up had felt like forever, but the descent was done before he could even figure out what he wanted to say.

they make their way back to the street silently. blaine is so lost in thought it takes him a minute to realize kennedy is on the phone, wincing and rushing to promise the world to whoever she’s talking to -- that they’d only run out for a little, that she was perfectly safe, that she’d be back soon. tatum, she mouths at him as soon as he catches her eye, though as she talks he finds it hard to do anything but stare at the blue corners of her mouth, where she probably still tastes like cloyingly sweet artificial sugar.

he half expects an ambush to be waiting for them at the vancross gates, but it’s quiet when they head back across the quad. after a few steps in the direction of kennedy’s dorm, blaine’s horrified to find that he’s dragging his feet, reluctant to let what was probably one of the better days of his adult life come to an end.

this is going to be a problem.

they stop on the side of her building, out of sight from any students who may be using the main entrance. kennedy clears her throat, then announces, “well... this was fun. consider me -- fixed. i think i’ll be able to get my head in the game, now.”

he should make a joke. she’s lobbed up the spike perfectly, all he has to do is hit it. he’s done it a thousand times before -- it should be as easy as breathing.

instead, he finds himself staring at her. blaine ignores what she’s said. “it’s not nothing.”

kennedy blinks. “huh?”

well -- saying it once was one thing. repeating it is something else entirely. he shoves his hands deep into his pockets, shuffling his feet uncomfortably. “you. this. it’s not nothing... to me.”

she’s smiled at him a lot since they’ve met, in pretty much every way imaginable: exasperated, fond, excited, alluring. none of them compare to the way she’s looking at him now, her whole face lit up with joy.

the kiss she presses to his cheek is soft, yet still so heavy. there’s a promise of something that makes him feel off-kilter weighted beneath it, and his stomach unknots as he realizes he’s said the right thing. “me either. goodnight, blaine.”

she disappears around the corner, pink elephant tucked up under her arm, half-finished bag of cotton candy dangling from her free hand. he watches her go, shaking his head at himself again and running his fingers through his hair once she’s out of sight.

ideally she’d be out of his mind, now, too, but he’s starting to realize there’s just about nothing that can make that happen and, if he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t really want it, anyway.

you just went on a date, chirps an annoying little voice in the back of his mind.

huh.

so he did.

for the first time since he came to this stupid school, blaine whistles on the way back to his room.

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playchoicesconfessions · 3 years

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‘I hated the end of FA so much. I mean, I hated every part of the book, because I mean, it HAD potential but pb just... idk how to explain it, but they fuck up with it. and don't get me wrong, FA is on my list of fav books because it means something for me as a non-binary with the pronoun choice. But really, the book is just... bad. and the end is horrible, like it's cute and all but? I mean, since the first chapter they talk about the whole "forbidden love" thing and when mc FINALLY shows the world who they're dating, it doesn't even show us the reaction? I mean, I just wanted to see blaine parents freaking out, or our classmates being :O because Ayna is dating mc, or the security team getting all like 😊 because of tatum and etc etc. like, in general the book's plot sucks. It had potential because all 3 LI are interesting and awesome, but they just put Blaine as the number one, Tatum in the shadows and Ayna was just forgotten at some point. idk, I just feel like the book could be so much better, but by the middle to the end it looks like pb just give up’

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writing-freak · 4 years

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Prompt 15 with Ootori Kyoya I think it would just be adorable since he has this shell around him and the reader finally gets through it with that question be that they’re dating or not.

Thank you so much for the request! :)) Bruh you’re over here giving me my J Michael Tatum fix (I’m working on the iida request rn) and I am LOVING it

15. Do you believe in soulmates?

Personally, I think that if you go into a relationship believing it’s “meant to be” or fated or completely out of your control and in the universe’s, then you won’t take responsibility when things go wrong. I think it’s dangerous to believe that even the most perfect relationships don’t require work, effort, compromises, that if you don’t fight to keep your relationship alive, you can lean back on the universe to help you. That being said, I do believe there are those who may perfectly compliment each other, friends, family, or significant others, and I believe that there are some people that were meant to come into your life when they do. I just believe that if you want to keep them in your life, you have to fight for them too :)

Now it’s your turn to answer - what do you all believe about soulmates? :)

Thanks again for the followers! I still have a few prompts left, info here, so let me know if you want anything else!

It had been about a half hour since you decided to break through the uncomfortable silence surrounding you and your childhood friend, Kyoya, as you lounge in his room, working on classwork for the next day, or, in your case, staring at the ceiling dejectedly waiting for your friend to start paying attention to you.

You didn’t mind the silence, not usually, but the growing darkness as the sun sinks beneath the neighboring houses has you all sentimental, and voicing your thoughts in the quiet seems like the only option.

It wasn’t uncommon to find you and Kyoya together, him silently typing away on his laptop, and you seemingly talking to yourself, and you had long given up on the notion that your classmates would think you had any semblance of sanity left.

That’s how it is now, the quiet clicking of his keyboard the only thing interrupting your soft words, and even though you desperately wish to hear your friend’s voice above it all, all he grants you is his presence as usual, and the comfort that at least he’s there, and, hopefully, listening.

You don’t know how to break through his silence - even after nearly your entire lives knowing one another, you’re at a loss. But there’s something there, nagging at the back of your mind, that you’ve been wanting to discuss forever, perhaps much longer than you’ve even been made aware of it, and in the midnight haze, you find yourself blurting out the words before thinking.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

The quiet clicking stops, and for the first time all night, you’re met with real silence.

You sit up immediately in his bed, shocked at his actual physical reaction to your words, the first time he’s seemed to acknowledge them at all. Your eyes are widened as you gaze intensely at him sitting across from you at his desk, searching his face for any indication of what he’s thinking.

“Soulmates?” he says, rather quietly, and you find yourself letting out a breath you hadn’t known you had been holding in.

“I’m not sure why I asked,” you say, borderline frantic as you struggle to explain your complex and confusing thought process, “I was just thinking-”

“Because of us,” he says with certainty, and the beginnings of a smile work their way onto your face.

Because of you, because when you couldn’t find the words, he was there, explaining your thoughts perfectly. You were comfortable in silence, and in the loud, chaotic atmosphere of the real world, as long as you were in each other’s presence. Because you couldn’t imagine a life without him, and even when you didn’t know what he was thinking, there wasn’t a day you didn’t want to try and figure it out.

You want to say it all, but when Kyoya looks at you, away from his work and into your eyes, you can read his face for once, and it says everything.

You’re holding his gaze, and you desperately want to keep it, so you look at him thoughtfully, chewing your bottom lip, and say, “I just feel like this matters.” You gesture between the two of you, and that smile finally works its way onto your face. “To our lives, to the universe, I’m not sure, but don’t you think it matters?”

Kyoya’s eyes are thoughtful, and you’re waiting on the edge of your seat for his response. You’re grateful for even this tiny moment when you get to pick his brain, see inside the wonderful mind of your best friend, who often keeps the most important parts of himself locked away.

“I don’t believe in soulmates,” he says finally, but you urge him on with your curious gaze. You know there’s more to his pessimistic attitude, and you’re patiently waiting for him to share all of it. “I don’t care what the universe wants of me, or what its plans are. None of that matters. What matters is you,” he says, and your heart skips a beat as he points to you, and then back to himself, “and me, and I’m never letting that go.”

You don’t know how to answer him, but the silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable, it’s reassuring, and you feel as if you’re sighing in unison, knowing your thoughts align with one another.

Even as Kyoya returns to his work, softly clicking away at his keyboard, you don’t mind, especially when he moves his station over to his bed beside you, just close enough that your knees are touching and you’re in the perfect position to rest your head on his shoulder.

The silence is filled by the tapping of his keys and your soft voice in Kyoya’s ear as you watch his work, and your newfound knowledge that, universe be damned, you were never letting this go.

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lahelasaveiro · 3 years

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Tainted.

Pairing: Tatum Mendoza x F!MC Amelia Monroe

Words: I don’t know as I didn’t wrote this in word, but I guess around 1k?

Summary: basically if MC’s mom didn’t approve of the relationship and forces MC to stop seeing him. Sorry if it has errors in it!

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Tatum wasn’t scared of many things. He’s thrown his life on the line more times than he could count in the army. And yet, that seemed to be nothing when he agreed for Amelia Monroe to introduce him to her mother as her official boyfriend. He swooned when he thought about that word. He really was hers and she was his. Not that he needed official titles for that, he could see it every time he stared into those beautiful Bambi eyes. The same ones that convinced him to create havoc in the Presidential Manor back in the day, the same ones who he knew could convince him to do everything.

He tried to convince himself that Melissa Monroe wouldn’t think of her campaign, that she would be happy for Amelia as a mother. For the sake of Ames at least. Melissa didn’t need to like Tatum, he just needed her approval so that Amelia would be truly happy with him. He could hear the happiness in her voice when she told her mother and the disappointment about Winston. The memory of Winston and Amelia made him feel all kinds of anger. But now Winston was in custody, he could breathe again. The love of his life isn’t in danger anymore and certainly not with Tatum by her side.

Melissa’s eyes narrowed when Amelia introduced Tatum. That’s when he knew. She would never approve. Not until Amelia got together with someone worth introducing as the First Daughter’s boyfriend. The panic in Melissa’s eyes made it clear that she thought of one thing and one thing only; her re-election campaign. “Sweetheart, I’m very happy for you. But think of the possibilities you throw away. What about Prince Peter of Alexei Vukoja even! I never understood why you broke up your fake relationship with him. You know I adore Tatum but he wouldn’t ever look good in front of camera’s. No offense, Tatum” Offense taken. Tatum clenched his jaw hard and went back into his thoughts. All that time where he knew he wasn’t right for someone as amazing and perfect as Amelia, he was right. But she loved him back, was he selfish for taking the opportunity to be with his beloved?

Amelia straightened her back to look her mother directly in her eyes. “I love Tatum regardless of how he looks on camera’s, which by the way is handsome. I should know because I know he looks on a sex tape. Another thing, mother, Peter and Alexei are both quite occupied with their love lives. Plus, the possibilities I throw away mean nothing compared what I would throw away with Tatum. I will start my life with him, I will spend it with him and I sure as hell will be happier than I ever could be with anyone else” Melissa’s skin went pale. She swallowed and was obviously lost for words. This was it then, Tatum thought. The moment where Amelia convinced her mother to put her first and not being President. “You are the First Daughter of Rutherland, Amelia. There is no good excuse for a sex tape and especially not with him. Do you ever thought how this would reflect on our family, on me? Or was he keeping you that busy?” Tatum would be lying if that sneer wasn’t hurtful and he saw a tear escaping the corner of Amelia’s eye. He wanted to get her away, somewhere they would only know so he could comfort her. He wanted to tell her that no matter what Melissa said, he would still be willing to be with her. Because to him, she is worth every stupid press moment, every scrutiny. He would vanquish a million Winstons for her or go fight another war for her.

“That’s all I think about! Everything is about you, Mom! I went to this school for you, I impressed my classmates for you! The only time I did something for me was getting together with Tatum and I-“ She started her rant so strong but it got weakened by her now flowing tears. Melissa interrupted her at the worst time. “You act like you had the worst life as my daughter. I gave you everything a girl your dream can dream of. For heavens sake, Amelia. You’re going to be the next President of Rutherland. I can feel it. I won’t let Tatum destroy your dream” And that did it for him, he spoke up. “Her dream, or yours?” His low voice seemed to echo even though they were outside. Melissa smiled, but Tatum knew it was her diplomatic smile. The smile she wore when her blood was boiling but couldn’t let it show. “Dear Tatum, I don’t expect you to understand this. You think you know my daughter, but you don’t. So how about I deal with my daughter, before I decide to deal with you and your career. I assume your father won’t like the idea of his son undoing all his good work. But then again, he would be too busy moving as that house won’t be payed by me anymore” He was ready to tell her off. His military career could be a disgrace, he would tell his father the truth. He would tell his mother his side of the story at her grave. They would believe him, he knew they would. “I don’t-“ he started but Amelia cut him off. “Mom. Please. He worked so hard for his career. Don’t take that away from him”

Her mom give him a wicked smile. A victory for the President, as Amelia caved in. “Please, I will everything so mr. Mendoza won’t worry about his finances. So that Tatum won’t lose his career” “I will let you say goodbye. Our plane to Rutherland leaves tonight, without Tatum”

And that was it. She walked away. Amelia turned to him and his heart broke into pieces. That face of sadness, of sacrifice, will be forever etched into his memory as the time their love wasn’t meant to be. Then why did it felt like it did? How could something so wrong feel so right? He cursed Melissa internally. His hands went to Amelia’s face and wiped her tears away gently. “You don’t have to do this. Come with me, baby. We will be together, we will work it out” But she shook her head, no matter how much he wanted her to nod. He leaned in and rested his forehead to hers. She reacted by putting her hands on his face. “I won’t let you give up everything you and your dad worked for. This doesn’t mean goodbye. I won’t give up on us, this gives us time to figure out a more peaceful solution” Shit. He knew this was the best option for now, despite his desire to pick her up and run to somewhere no one would find them. “I am so sorry about my mom, Tate. I wish she would accept you as my other half. Just know, I choose you now, I choose you over any person. I love you so much” He responded by putting his lips over hers which she reciprocated immediately. The kiss was filled with passion and desire to do more. It leaves him breathless but not caring about it. Because when that kiss ends, their short public relationship will. His tongue licked her lips and she opened them eagerly. Their tongues felt into an old rhythm quickly, as if it was a motion as old as time. He savored every minute of it, he wanted to remember how she tasted, how she feels and how much he wanted her in that minute. But all too soon they separated. Amelia closed her eyes as if she took a screenshot of that moment. “Just don’t forget me” she whispered, a throwback to their other goodbye, just a few days ago. “Never did, never will” and with that, she turned around. Their hands parted and it felt empty without their fingers interlaced. He felt how his heart took off with her and he didn’t know he would ever see her returning it to him.

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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Request, Mc is on lockdown and Blaine invites her over for beers and much more😏

loved this idea hope you enjoy it, whomever you may be👀👀

f!mc (Kennedy) x f!blaine

NSFW so reader discretion is advised (also im not that good at smut im sorry)

tag list: @alleycat97 @cloud9in @blaine-hayes

this is my first time writing for Blaine so i’m sorry if it’s bad

wordcount: 2.1k

Under the stars

Kennedy huffs, exasperated as she lays in her solitary confinement as she liked to call it (but really it’s her bedroom). Because being locked away in her bedroom away from her social life at Vancross was like a mental prison, and her mom was the warden, controlling her freedom. Ever since Winston had offered for Kennedy to date one of her classmates, she had a weird pit in her stomach that made her feel queasy. What makes matters worse, is that she had been avoiding Blaine at all costs, on campus, in class, anywhere where there were prying eyes. Because the last thing she wanted was Blaine’s name being dragged through the mud, no matter how persistent Blaine was in proclaiming she was in the photo.

A small knock at the door breaks Kennedy out of her reverie as she calls out, “come in!” Dionne enters clutching her phone, her expression giddy.

“I have a certain someone on the phone for you,” she whispers animatedly, as she waves the phone in Kennedy’s face.

Kennedy smiles as she plucks the phone from Dionne’s hand and puts it to her ear, “hey you.”

Over the line she hears Blaine’s low voice, “hey Rutherland.” Kennedy feels her heart beating in her chest faster and harder, as she hears Blaine’s voice. “Did you miss me?”

“Like crazy.” Blaine lets out a small chuckle. “So what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to have a drink with me?”

“I don’t think mom would appreciate me leaving my dorm to have a drink with my sworn enemy.”

“So we’re back on what mommy says?” Blaine teases, Kennedy can practically hear her smiling over the phone.

“It’s not like that. This picture is literally destroying my mom’s campaign, she’s practically keeping me locked in my room.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to enjoy these beers all on my own.” Blaine sighs exaggeratingly, “oh and you’ll miss the surprise I had for you too.”

Kennedy raises an eyebrow, curious, “surprise? What is it?”

“Not really much of a surprise if I tell you Rutherland. Guess you’ll have to come here if you want to find out.”

“And where exactly is here?”

“I’m afraid that’s classified until you agree to come.”

Kennedy looks back at Dionne who practically has stars in her eyes, as she watches the interaction between Kennedy and Blaine. “Dionne if I-”

Not even letting her finish Dionne nods her head pushing Kennedy towards her closet, “yep done. I’ll cover for you, now go meet your girl.” Dionne squeals as she takes the phone from Kennedy’s hand, placing it to her own ear, “Kennedy’s coming, now where is she meeting you?” After giving the location Dionne helps Kennedy help ready before helping sneak out of her bedroom window, just as the sun is beginning to set. “So you’ll be going to the art building, if you turn left and walk down the pathway, you’ll see a small alleyway and if you walk through there and then turn right, there art building will be there. There should be a set of stairs at the back of the building, Blaine said she left the door unlocked for you.”

Kennedy nods, resolute, “okay. Thank you for this Dionne.”

“Don’t thank me, just know I’m expecting details later though.”

Kennedy climbs not so gracefully out of her window, careful not to alert Tatum with his super sharp bodyguard senses as she follows Dionne’s instructions. Once she reaches the building, she pulls the handle, and makes her way to the rooftop and when she reaches it, she gasps as she lays eyes on Blaine. Blaine stands at the edge of the rooftop and in the middle is a carefully laid out picnic blanket with candles surrounding it with a few blankets and pillows, as well as a cooler and a basket of food. Kennedy turns to Blaine, admiration swelling in her eyes, “you did all of this for me?”

“Of course I did Rutherland.” She passes Kennedy a beer, clinking her bottle with hers before taking her hand and leading her onto the blanket.

“So is this our thing? Breaking into places we’re not meant to be in and drinking beers?”

Blaine gives Kennedy a sweet smile, “it could be if you want it too.”

“I do,” Kennedy replies softly.

“Careful Rutherland, some might think I’m leading you to the dark side if you keep rebelling like that.”

“Maybe I’m sick of everyone controlling my life and want to just do something I want.”

Blaine laughs, “it was that mentality that got you into this scandal in the first place.” Blaine smiles but catches Kennedy’s demeanour deflating slightly, “hey Kennedy I was kidding.”

“I know,” Kennedy stares down at the bottle in her hand, slightly swinging the bottle back and forth in her hand, “it’s just Winston has been on my ass about damage control and nothing seems to be working.”

Blaine nonchalantly shrugs, “take it from someone who has been in countless scandals, it will eventually blow over, you just gotta let it play out and soon everything will be back to normal.” Blaine downs the rest of her drink before reaching into the cooler for another, “come on Rutherland, you’re falling behind.” Kennedy senses the challenge in Blaine’s tone, as she downs her entire drink in one giant swig, slightly wincing once she’s done as the acid reflux hits her. “You good?”

Kennedy triumphantly wipes her mouth with her hand, “pass me another.” The girls drink for a while, stopping every now and then to eat whatever food Blaine had packed in her basket but as the sun fully sets, darkening the night sky, Kennedy cranes her head up, her expression sobering.

“Rutherland?” Kennedy hums non committedly, “Kennedy.” Blaine says a little louder, tearing Kennedy out of her thoughts, “you okay?”

“Yeah I’m just thinking.”

“Care to share?” Blaine wiggles her eyebrows as she moves closer to the girl, wrapping her arm around her. Kennedy rests her head on her shoulder, before sighing heavily.

“Winston came up with an idea that might help me clean up my image.”

“What is it?”

“He wants me to date one of our classmates.” Kennedy feels Blaine freezing for a moment, before her hand warmly rubs at the exposed skin on Kennedy’s side.

“Do you know who?”

Kennedy shakes her head, “not yet. But is that okay with you?” Kennedy lifts her head up, to gaze into Blaine’s eyes.

“Sure, you do what you have to do for your mom,” Blaine gives Kennedy a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, but Kennedy can see the sadness swimming beneath them.

“You know I only want you.”

“Geez Rutherland, don’t sound so desperate,” Blaine’s taunts, resulting in Kennedy nudging Blaine with her shoulder.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” Blaine retorts, a confident smirk on her face. Kennedy takes on the challenge capturing Blaine in a long kiss. Blaine snakes her arm around Kennedy, pulling her closer, as her kisses grow hungrier, as she also devours Kennedy’s lips.

“Now who’s desperate?” Kennedy teases, breaking her kiss, letting her thumb trail the bad girl’s bottom lip. Blaine opens her mouth slightly, sucking on the tip of Kennedy’s thumb, letting it go with a satisfying pop. A devilish smirk appears on her face, as she watches Kennedy’s mouth hang open, dumbstruck.

“You were saying?” Blaine, cups the back of Kennedy’s lips and kisses her with dangerous recklessness. She peppers kisses up to Kennedy’s jaw and Kennedy feels her eyes rolling to the back of her head, once Blaine starts nibbling on her earlobe.

“Blaine…” she whimpers as she feels Blaine smiling against her neck.

“Do you like that?”

Kennedy nods aggressively, “don’t stop.” Something in Blaine seems to ignite, watching Kennedy unfold for her, and as kisses Kennedy ravenously, trying to set alight the fire inside of her. Kennedy moans into Blaine’s mouth, as their tongue’s tangle together, desire pooling in her body. Blaine slowly begins pushing Kennedy down on the blanket, until her head is resting on her pillow, she hooks her hands underneath Kennedy’s thighs spreading them, before pulling her closer. Kennedy gazes into the bad girl’s eyes, assessing the intensity in them as Blaine leans down whispering into her ear.

“Do you want me to stop?” Her hands tighten around Kennedy’s thighs, and Kennedy gulps heavily, her chest rising and falling faster, unable to keep her desire in check.

“No.”

Blaine pulls her head back slightly meeting Kennedy’s eyes, her voice low and soft, “if you want me to stop at any point you just tell me okay?”

Blaine slowly begins pulling Kennedy out of her clothes until she’s laying her fully nude. Blaine follows suit undressing herself while maintaining eye contact with Kennedy catching her every reaction, watching the hunger in her eyes intensify as she takes off more of her clothing. Under the night sky, Kennedy and Blaine’s bodies look like they’re glowing under the dim moonlight, their features only being accentuated by the shine of the stars. Blaine presses her lips to Kennedy’s chest, kissing and sucking around the apex of her breasts. She lightly begins kneading one of her breasts with one hand, her fingers slightly pinching the top, while she works wonders on the other, letting her tongue run all over it, as she softly sucks and nibbles, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Kennedy. Blaine smirks and begins kissing down her stomach, feeling the goosebumps across her skin as the cold night air, delicately hitting their skin, Once she reaches her inner thigh, Blaine hooks her hand under Kennedy’s knee, placing her leg over her shoulder. Kennedy looks down to see the want in Blaine’s eyes, blazing right through her. Tantalizingly, Blaine puts her lips on her inner thigh, languidly running her tongue up and down. Kennedy digs her heel into Blaine’s shoulder slightly, indicating for her to continue pleasuring her instead of playing games but Blaine can’t help but draw out the foreplay longer. She sits up and begins kissing from the ankle of Kennedy’s leg that’s hooked around her shoulder, and begins kissing upwards until her lips are ghosting around her inner thigh.

“Please,” Kennedy croaks out, her panting becoming heavily as she squeezes her eyes shut.

Blaine smirks as she presses her tongue against Kennedy’s sensitive spot, and Kennedy immediately bucks her hips up in response. “You seem pretty desperate to me,” Blaine whispers as she runs her tongue over Kennedy’s folds once again. She begins sucking softly at her button, sending tingles up Kennedy’s spine as her fingers join her tongue. She begins circling her clit with her thumb as she laps at her entrance with her tongue, evoking a series of moans and groans from the girl. “God you taste so good.” She places two fingers into Kennedy’s entrance and begins to slowly pump them in and out. Kennedy props up on her elbows watching Blaine fuck her as her hip moving along with her fingers, only deepening the friction bringing her more pleasure. She throws her head back, gasping heavily, feeling her body tightening up as Blaine pumps more intensely, fucking the complete oblivion out of her.

She lets out a series of strangled moans, her voice becoming hoarse, as her entrance contracts against Blaine’s fingers indicating she’s close. Blaine brings her tongue back into the mix, licking up the juices around her fingers, and even after Kennedy comes, she continues fucking her, letting her ride of every wave of her orgasm. Kennedy’s legs begin shaking slightly, and Blaine wraps her arms around them, holding them in place as she continues eating her out, tasting the evidence of Kennedy’s desire which only seems to spur her on more. Eventually Kennedy flops down, exhausted, and Blaine delicately places her legs down, and crawls on top of her, giving her one final long kiss before collapsing down next to her.

“That was…” Kennedy bites her lips, still breathless from the ordeal as she snuggles into Blaine’s side.

“Yeah..” Blaine kisses the crown of Kennedy’s head, as her eyes stare into the night sky, her head full of thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” Kennedy mumbles into her neck.

“Us.” Kennedy sighs heavily before turning to meet Kennedy’s eyes, her face slightly falling. “I- I really like you Kennedy and I don’t want stupid trashy tabloids ruining whatever comes for us. I already had one relationship destroyed by them, I won’t let them ruin you too.” Blaine’s voice comes out gruff, low but filled with intensity.

Kennedy shakes her head slightly, “I like you too Blaine, I won’t let anyone ruin this. Not the paps, not my mom, not this stupid feud, nothing.” Kennedy presses a sweet but gentle kiss against her lips.

Blaine sighs deeply, “I guess you should be going. Dionne can’t stall for that long.”

“I don’t think I can walk right now. Besides,” she presses her body closer to Blaine’s as Blaine tightens her hold around her, “I would rather stay out here with you.”

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