[WARNING: Dub-con]

Marrying your High School sweetheart can be great but I think people build it up too much. You’re not the same person as an adult that you were as a teenager. That’s not to say I had a bad marriage but it wasn’t exactly that perfect white picket fence life I had built up in my head.

Our biggest problem was conceiving, as in, we couldn’t do it at all. Time and time again we tried and time and time again there was a negative where there should have been a plus. And my wife, my Mel, grew more frustrated and sad the longer time went by without her getting pregnant.

I told her it was okay, said ‘baby, we can always adopt. There’s nothing wrong with adoption.’ We’d have a better chance of getting a kid, something we both wanted but clearly God was not going to let us have. At least, not one that was made by me and Mel.

There was a while there where I thought she’d warmed up to the idea and so I started setting up a nursery and calling adoption agencies. Mel seemed so much happier until suddenly, out of the blue, she began to act so strange. Quiet and distant and she was reading things that she wouldn’t allow me to peek at. Mel would glare at me if I even tried and hid the books who the hell knows where.

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Certain As The Sun: Part 5

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“You never did tell me how, exactly, you made it all the way here from the Spring Court without anyone noticing your absence.” I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Feyre had first arrived, and as foolish as it sounded I didn’t really care despite all the potential dangers. All I knew was that she was here beside me, with my head resting in the curve of her neck, our fingers intertwined beneath the sheets, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

She sighed, and in it I heard all the pent-up exhaustion that had been building up inside her these past eight months. “Well,” she began quietly, “it involved a lot of winnowing, running, flying—”

Flying?” I asked incredulously. “You flew here?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, Feyre darling, I must say that I’m quite proud of you. Especially considering your assumed lack of training since you’ve been with Tamlin.” I knew damn well that Tamlin would never allow Feyre to train. He hadn’t let her before, so why would he now especially being well aware of what she’s capable of?

It was silent for a few moments and had I not known any better I would have thought she had gone back to sleep. I knew she must be exhausted from her travels and couldn’t help but imagine Feyre, great Illyrian wings protruding from her back, soaring across the courts, her body like a whisper of darkness in the wind. She never ceased to amaze me with her endless strength and courage…my mate. That thought alone had me grinning again.

“Lucien knows.” The two words were like a chokehold. “He was suspicious from the moment I stepped foot in the Spring Court, but he’s certain now. He knows you and I are mates, that I’m pretending to love Tamlin.”

My immediate reaction was to find Lucien—whom was now an extreme threat—and eradicate him. I forced myself to calm, put my instincts on a leash.“Due to my knowledge of Tamlin’s lapdog still existing, you being here beside me, and…well, I’m assuming Tamlin doesn’t know. What did you do to keep him from yapping?”

“I threatened to hang him upside down by his balls before chopping them off and offering them as dinner to the beasts that prowl about outside.”

“So, you threatened him with Elain?”

A small smile. “How’d you know?”

“Honestly, being strung up by the balls sounds incredibly less painful when compared to being threatened with your mate.” Feyre chuckled, turning so that she was now facing me. “The mating bond is so strong that even before it’s been accepted, the two Fae feel an overwhelming sense to ensure the other’s safety. Lucien, especially, will feel as if he’d do almost anything to set eyes on her again. If their bond is ever sealed, however, there will be nearly nothing that can separate them. And for two mates to be separated…It can slowly drive them mad, especially the male.”

Feyre’s gaze flitted away from mine. I hadn’t said what I’d said to hurt or discourage her, but it was a fact. Being separated from her for this long was a huge show of restraint from me, especially with her being in Tamlin’s fondling hands. I knew our separation was taking a toll on her as well; Though she didn’t appear tired or weak, she had…dimmed since she had first accepted the mating bond.

One moment she was lying beside me, the next I had my back resting against the pillows and headboard, her body on top of mine, legs straddling my waist. When her gaze met mine, hazel eyes burned like molten amber.

“I want to try something with you,” I said quietly. The sweet scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, filled the room and I was suddenly, painfully aware of her nakedness, of how close she was. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, Feyre, I’m not sure I’ll be able to restrain myself from fucking you again.”

Her eyes flickered. “And what if that’s exactly what I want?”

“Then I’ll fuck you, gladly. Just know that Tamlin has a very small chance of you ever returning if I do.” She only gave me a cruel, wicked smile.

“What is it you wanted to try?”

“I have heard that once two Fae are mated, there are things they can do that other Fae cannot. I’ve never seen it, or experienced it myself, obviously, but I’m curious.” I took both of her hands in mine. “Give me one of your hands, place the other on my chest and I’ll do the same.” She did so.

“Now what?”

“Now let down your mental shield.” A soothing calm seemed to fill the room as I felt Feyre fully open herself to me. “And keep your eyes on mine,” I whispered.

As soon as she did, a sensation like rose petals whispering kisses along my skin came over me, my body no longer my own. I saw myself, hair disheveled from Feyre’s fingers running themselves through it, eyes alight with wonder like diamonds in a black, silken sky. It took me a moment to realize that I was seeing myself through Feyre’s eyes as if I had jumped into her body and was now able to see and feel everything she saw and felt, my own senses heightened beyond anything normal Fae ones were.

I watched myself reach out and gently run a hand down her side. My eyes widened further, hand jerking back at the unfamiliar feeling of her skin. I had thought I knew Feyre’s body inside and out, but it was now that I realized I knew about as much about her body as Cassian knew about women in general.

In this new body that was mine and yet not, everything about Feyre felt nearly entirely different; I ran my hands through her silken hair, caressed the underside of her breasts, indulging in how our scents twined together, forging something that was dark and light and new.

“Rhysand.” Even the sound of her voice startled me. Feyre’s voice reminded me of the first time I’d looked into her eyes, of when I was just a boy, watching from the window as my mother took to the skies, black wings merging with the night. It didn’t look like she was flying so much as soaring— like she didn’t need the wings at all because the wind answered her every beck and call. Feyre’s voice sounded like starlight, made me feel the same way I had when she’d first smiled at me.

And then I thought of fire, of summoning it to my hand and when I looked down there it was… as if it had materialized out of my dreams. Feyre’s eyes were wide, staring at the fire that should have been impossible. I didn’t have these powers, powers that stemmed from the Autumn Court, but Feyre…

With less than half a thought I extinguished the fire and replaced it with water. I played with it, making it freeze and then melt, shaping and molding it into a butterfly, a flower, a star, before hurling it at the wall.

The look in my mate’s eyes had changed, wide no longer with wonder and shock, but another, deeper emotion.


I was standing in a room, an easel before me, paintbrush in hand. Violet eyes , painted in my likeness, stared back at me. It was just as my hand lifted to paint another stroke of midnight black that I heard a loud crash coming from somewhere down the hallway.

I set down my materials and rushed out of the room, down an unfamiliar hallway, and stopped once I made it to a closed door. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating if it was truly safe to enter the room before I finally pushed the door open.

Upon stepping inside I found what looked to be like a study. The room was a complete and utter mess, table upturned, small pieces and chunks of glass littered about the floor. And in the midst of the mess stood a man…Tamlin.

It was then that I realized I was in the Spring Court, reliving one of Feyre’s memories.

He turned, hearing my arrival. I gasped softly, for once my emotions being genuine as I was truly shocked at the wreck around me. Tamlin’s eyes were alarmingly cold, talons sharp as a well-kept blade visible even from where I stood.

“Tamlin…” I trailed off, not sure what to say.

“Get out, Feyre,” he growled, but I ignored him, instead choosing to slowly advance towards him. Tamlin roared, talons ripping at the curtains. Another glass object sailed past my head and crashed into the wall, shattering into a thousand pieces. I flinched, fear overtaking my heart and causing it to beat out a wild, shuddering rhythm in my chest. “Get. Out.” He stepped closer, close enough for me to breathe his scent: fresh soil and warm winds and petals—but there was something off. Something…different.

A scent, distinctly female, was intertwined with his.

“Has…Has someone visited? Is something wrong?” I knew I had to tread carefully so as to not set him off again. Tamlin clearly was not in his right mind.

He shook his head. “No. No one has been to the Spring Court in days. In fact, as of right now I’m contemplating sending the courtiers and lords—everyone—home.”

Lying. He was lying to me. I knew he was. The female had been here, and recently. Unless it had been a courtier, however, the scent was not one I recognized.

“Leave me, Feyre.” I placed a tentative hand on his shoulder but said nothing more as I exited his study.

One memory ended, another began. This one more recent than the last.

I was hiding behind a wall in what looked and smelled like the kitchens. Feyre was wearing the same dress she had when she’d first arrived and it didn’t take much to put together what I was watching: Feyre’s escape.

“—and High Lord Tamlin believes that all the planning will be done a few weeks, perhaps even a month ahead of schedule. Lady Feyre had been doing so well with it, and she seems to be just as excited as he is, why wait?” There were two voices, female. Most likely cooks.

The second voice let out a thoughtful hum. “Well if you ask me, he’s way too good for her. I mean, did you hear what she did Under the Mountain? Killed two, nearly three Fae in cold blood and didn’t look back. Didn’t regret it one bit. I know she did it for Tamlin and the Faerie Realm and everything, but I just don’t know how I feel about a murderer being a Lady. And Lady of the Spring Court, no less.”

Had I been in my own body, I would have torn the second woman’s throat out with my bare hands.

The first cook chuckled. “And just who do you suggest to take her place? You?”

I could practically see the second cook’s smile as she said, “Why not? I think I’d make a damn good Lady. Jacinda, Lady of the Spring Court. I think it has quite a nice ring to it, actually.” There was a slight pause. “Not to mention I’d give anything to know what Tamlin is like behind closed doors. I’ve heard he’s amazing in bed.”

The first cook scoffed. “And just where did you hear that from?” Another pause.

“Okay I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone,” said the second cook, her voice lowering. I focused my hearing and leaned closer to hear her as she said, “If Feyre finds out, Mother knows what could happen.

“There are a few of the servants who’ve said, while Feyre was away at the Night Court, they’d seen Ladies from other Courts come and visit the palace. They’d always leave before dawn, and when the servants went to clean the High Lord’s rooms, they found…evidence.”

The first cook gasped. “But what about Lady Fey—”

“Lady Feyre,” the first one interrupted, “was gone for months, Evie. Tamlin wasn’t even sure she’d ever return back here. He is a man, you know. A Fae male. They have their needs just as much as the next person.”

I was thrown out of Feyre’s memories, out of that body that we shared, out of everything and slammed back into my own. My breathing ragged and uneven, cold fury racing through my veins.

“That bastard. I’m going to kill him. I swear on the Mother and her Children that I am going to fucking kill that glorified piece of shit.”

Feyre looked alarmed. “What did you see?”

“The first memory was just him throwing a hissy fit. The second…” I paused, nearly unable to speak through the blinding rage. “I saw you escaping. I heard what those cooks said about you. What Tamlin did while you were gone.”

Her heart seemed to stop, muscles tensing. “I was…I was going to tell you. I just didn’t know how. It also didn’t seem that important.”

“Important? Feyre, the man who claims to love you was fucking other women while you were gone! Of course I’d want to know about this.”

She sighed in exasperation. “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew this was exactly how you’d react. You’d just become angry and want to—”

“Rip his throat out? Torture him until he begged for death? Set fire to his entire court and happily watch as they all burned? How about all three?”

Feyre sighed again, taking both of my hands in hers. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Feyre—” She stopped me with a look.

“It doesn’t matter, you sensitive little baby, because Tamlin doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care what he does or says. I don’t give a shit who he fucks,” she paused, raising my hands to her lips. “Because I only care what you say and do. Of your opinion. Of who you’re fucking, which I hope will always be yours truly.” She offered me a small smile.

I met her gaze straight on, searching her eyes. “You already knew.”

“I had suspected for some time now. But overhearing the cooks’ conversation confirmed it.” She shrugged. “I’m not his mate. I’m not Lady of the Spring Court either, for that matter.”

She was right. No matter what pretense Tamlin put up, Feyre and I knew the truth. If he really cared for her he wouldn’t have let her suffer Under the Mountain, wouldn’t have denied her of everything she deserved. Tamlin may come off as a confident, handsome High Lord to everyone else, but we knew what lay underneath. A coward. Liar. Traitor.

“Tell me what I am, Rhys,” Feyre purred, lips leaving soft kisses to my cheeks.

“You’re a warrior.” Kiss. “A loyal friend.” Kiss. “You are High Lady of the Night Court.” Her breath caressed the shell of my ear, the curve of my neck. “You’re my mate.”


“And,” I smiled. “You’re my wife.” Her lips lowered, whispering kisses on my shoulder. “And you’re—shit.” I felt canines nip at my earlobe.

“Well,” she chuckled. “That’s not very nice.” Feyre left a trail of kisses down my naked torso, stopping where the sheets covered my lower half. “I am your wife, Rhys. Your mate. High Lady of the Night Court, not the Spring Court. And as long as that is true, as long as I am able to proudly say that I am married and mated to the most wonderful man the gods have ever created, as long as I love him and he loves me in return…then that’s all that matters to me,” she said softly.

I searched her eyes for a moment before gently trapping her face in my hands. Kissed her brow. She leaned into my touch, wrapping her arms around me. In all my years I never thought a woman would love me as Feyre does, accept my flaws, hold me like this.

My nose buried in her hair, inhaling her scent, eyes caressing the smooth skin of her sides I whispered, “I just want to stay like this. Right here…with you.” She said nothing, only kissed my shoulder and tucked herself into me.

But the way she held me expressed more than words ever could.


Eventually, Feyre and I got dressed and headed down to the dining room.Upon arriving, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren all placed a fist to their hearts and bowed in reverence.

“Like I’ve said, the bowing really isn’t necessary,” Feyre said. There was no malice in her words, and a playful smile graced those sinful lips of hers.

“Feyre, we never thought Rhys would ever bring a girl home, let alone one that would be his mate and the first High Lady in history. So I think I speak for us all when I say that it is an honor to serve you,” Amren said.

“Thanks, Amren,” I murmured. She only winked before they all rose. We all took our seats around the table, Mor grinning wildly as she said, “I never thought I’d see that seat occupied again.” I knew the rest of them were having similar thoughts.

Her eyes shining with tears, Feyre responded, “I never thought I’d see you all again. Let alone here, sitting at this table. But we have important matters to discuss before…Before I leave again,” she swallowed, and I felt as if the words were like hands around my throat as well. “A lot has happened since the last time we all saw each other. And I think it’s imperative that I share what I’ve learned during my time in the Spring Court.” A smile lifted the corners of my lips. She sounded like a warrior, like a High Lady ready to defend her court.

Cassian only offered a cocky grin before gesturing around the table. “We’re all ears, Feyre.”

MITAM Series - Drag Me Down

Hey guys! Sorry for all the time we didn’t post, I had a tough time this past few weeks, but I’m on vacation now and we can put in some good work on the fic. @punkcupcakestyles and I really hope you like it! Love you, B xx


I’ve got fire for a heart
I’m not scared of the dark
You’ve never seen it look so easy

Waking up next to Harry wasn’t weird, not at all. It was something we had done plenty of times, ever since we were younger and we started to have sleepovers. Of course, at first we played by the rules strictly set forth by our mothers, one of us (Harry) sleeping on a sleeping bag on the floor while the other (hi!) took the bed. It was easier that way, especially cause I was scared shitless my mom would burst in the room and find us sharing the bed. I would have been grounded until I was 30. Then, we grew up and suddenly it didn’t feel right to have him spend the night on the floor anymore, or better yet, Harry started to whine to much about it, pouting and pulling sad faces right before we went to sleep, so I gave in, using pillows and separate sheets to keep things from getting weird. It was useless, though cause soon we were cuddling in our sleep, finding out it felt almost natural. So, no, waking up next to Harry wasn’t weird. I had done that more than I could count. What was weird was the fluttering feeling in my tummy when I woke up and realized I had Harry’s arm around my waist. Actually, that wasn’t weird either. I had also felt that more than I could count.

Being as careful as possible, I untangled myself from him, sitting up on the bed and letting my eyes wander on his features as if there was something new to learn, something else to engrave in my memory. His cherry pink lips were parted while he breathed softly and his eyelashes fluttered a bit at my shifting, which almost made me freeze in fear I was going to get caught staring at him. Luckily, he didn’t wake up, he just rolled to his tummy and continued sleeping peacefully and unaware of what went around him.

“Hey, baby.” I whispered to Jagger as he jumped to my lap, bumping his cold muzzle to my tummy to direct my attention to him. Playing with his ears and his head, I smiled as he hummed, nuzzling himself to my hand and panting a bit while trying to lick it. “Wanna go out?”

We didn’t have a leash, or at least Harry hadn’t told me if we had one, so I secured him in my arms, covering him a bit from the cold morning with my olive jacket. The day was gray, announcing the dull rain that by now it was almost expected in the morning and there were still just a few cars and people going about, almost as if the whole city had decided to sleep in late. Maybe it was me who had decided to wake up way too early, but honestly, I had barely slept that night, so it was all the same to me. It was only until we had reached the park and I was sure I could leave Jagger on the ground without risking an accident, that I put him down, allowing him to sprint free and run around the park while he chased a leaf that was being dragged by the wind. Sitting on a bench, I looked at him, while I kept biting on my nails, a nervous trait I tried to avoid, unless I was really really anxious.

I had fucked up. Majorly, in case there’s any doubt about it. I mean, I will always defend myself telling it was the excitement of having Jagger. I had grown up wanting a dog and my mom had always told me I couldn’t. A half bitten shoe and she couldn’t stand dogs, how typical. So, yeah, getting this puppy had been a pretty emotional moment for me, causing my hormones to bubble and my inhibitions to disappear, so I had kissed Harry. People are always leaned to believe hormones affects us girls in immeasurable ways, so why not take advantage of that? But deep down, I knew that was just a load of bullshit. I knew that was not the only reason I had kissed him. That wasn’t even one of the reasons why. Jesus, I had fucked up.

Maybe kissing him had been a mistake. There had been many days were I had wished to do just that, to grab his stupid cute face and kiss him, to tell him that I wished he could see me as something other than his friend, that this whole thing about only barely having him wasn’t enough anymore. I wished I could tell him that and then some, but the possibility of losing him beat me down every time.

God, God, God.

My fingers were clumsy when I was dialing Ziva’s number, maybe because I knew what she was going to say or because I could already hear her talking my ear off for skipping her party the night before. I had an excuse figured out, I was going to tell her I had fallen asleep and hadn’t woken up until morning. It wasn’t the strongest excuse out there but it was the only one I had. 

“’Ello?” Her voice startled me and for a second I even wondered if the phone had actually rang or if she had been by the mobile, waiting for me to show up with my lame excuse.  

“Hi,” I started with a sad voice, biting my lips and frowning my brows in a sorrowful look, as if she could actually see me. “I’m sorry.”

“What’s your excuse?”

I didn’t want to go. I had a new puppy and I had kissed Harry and had thought that sleeping with his arms around me was much preferable than going to a party.

“I fell asleep. I was really tired, had a rough day at work. It’s no excuse but….”

“Oh, save it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Now I have to rearrange the date I had for you.” She said, making me roll my eyes at the unsurprising news. Of course, she would try to set me up. Ever since she had gotten into a serious relationship, not only did I barely saw her, but every time I did, I was lectured about my love life, or lack of.

“Ziv, I’m not a single 45 years old woman. Stop arranging dates for me.” I told her, maybe a little harsher than necessary, but honestly, I was getting tired of it.

“What other choice do I have? You don’t go out there!! You just keep waiting and waiting and, Sweetie….”

“Ziva, if you say anything along the lines of ‘You’re not getting any younger’, I’m going to go there and I’m going to smack you in the head.” I warned her. I was 21 years old and yet, it was as if there was some kind of running clock I knew nothing about but everyone around me was aware of.

YoucantkeepwaitingforHarry.” She rushed, gasping a little at the end as if it was something she had been waiting to say for a long time and was actually surprised she had finally done it.


“You can’t. He is an international pop star, girls are throwing themselves at him. He has only dated models or singers or whatever for the past years and you are none of it. You are his best friend and he probably sees you as his sister. Nothing is going to happen between you two, so no, honey, you can’t keep waiting for him.” She said, as if she couldn’t stop the horrible word vomit coming out of her lips, as if we both knew it was true and we were both holding onto our words until it was impossible to contain them anymore.

“Ziv…” I tried again, this time with tears brimming in my eyes. It hurt to a level I could not describe or admit, the sting of the truth burning in my chest.

“I’m so sorry, babe. But you are an amazing girl, and I’ve seen you thrown away amazing opportunities because of your stupid crush on him and maybe it’s time to wake up and get real….” He kissed me. “There’s a ton of amazing boys out there….” Actually, I had kissed him. “And I’m sure you can find one for yourself, if…” But he had kissed me back. “You don’t need to be a model…” Maybe I did have a chance. “He won’t change because of you.” Who was I kidding? “Don’t hate me.” I didn’t.

“I-I don’t.”

“Ok, so I’m gonna try to reschedule with this guy. He’s hot, smart and funny and most important, he’s in your league. What do you say?”

“Yeah, whatever.” I mumbled.

“Are you okay??” She asked me, a sudden hint of guilt appearing on her voice. It was too late, Ziva, too late.

“Yes. I need to go, though.” I mumbled, scrunching my eyes closed to will the tears to go back to where they were coming from. An underwhelming pressure was setting on my chest and I felt the need to stomp and yell, throw my arms in the air and curl up on the floor.

I had fucked up.


I got a river for a soul
And baby you’re a boat
Baby you’re my only reason

She looked too much like her brother, which did not help me at all in a time like this. Fiddling with my hair, I tried to avoid her eyes, big and hazel, while they were giving me the exact same intense look Harry had mastered over the years and that usually ended up in me blurting out whatever they wanted to hear. I was weak.

“Jesus, Gemma, you’re gonna get stuck like that.” I finally snapped, jumping up my seat and taking away the plastic cups we had used to drink the hot chocolate. Cocoa in the middle of a cold afternoon, I’ve been told life can’t get any better than that.

“Well, if you don’t tell me what’s going on…”

“You’re planning on reading my mind?”

“Are you fighting with Harry? Cause if you are, I’d like to be informed, so you know, I can write it down in history books.”

“We fight!!” I exclaimed, looking at her as if I had no idea what she was talking about. We indeed fought; it was not all gold and roses in our friendship. We had our flaws, one of them being he was not mine. God, Jesus, I was losing it.

“Yeah, about who gets the last piece of chocolate, which he usually lets you win, by the way.”

“Oh, I’ve fought for those pieces of chocolates. Your brother is ruthless.”

“I don’t think you know the definition of that word.” She said, walking behind me as I threw everything to the bin and walked out of the warm coffee shop to be faced with the cold air hitting me on the face. Jesus, what was it with the awful weather? “So, you’re gonna tell me?”

“There’s nothing to tell, Gems. He gave me a dog and I’m happy about it. It’s simple, actually.”

It wasn’t really simple, nothing really was. I had taken the cowardly path and I chose to ignore everything that had had happened the night before, even when Harry pressed his warm body to mine and hugged me from behind as I made breakfast. It had made me dizzy and made my skin tingle in excitement, and it was not something I could deal with at the moment.

“We as in Harry and you?” Gemma asked slowly, looking at me as she chose her words carefully, in case she had heard it wrong.



“What do you mean ‘oh’?” I asked defensively, making Gemma widen her eyes a bit before she let her face recover some of the sardonic look she got us used to. The corner of her lips curled upwards as she half pursed them, raising an eyebrow at the same time she shrugged her shoulders off, leaving me behind whilst she continued to walk in front of me.

“Oh, nothing. ’S just very unsurprising of you two.”

“Anyway, his name is Jagger.”

“Of course it is.” She snorted.

I followed her into the store as she disappeared behind the doors. A strong scent of something resembling Christmas cookies invaded my senses and my fingers brushed over the black shelf holding a bunch of perfume bottles ranging in pink shades. I had failed to notice where we were at first, but then, my brain caught up to the dark pink that accentuated the otherwise black decoration. Peering up at Emma as she looked at a bright lime colored bra, I picked a pair of blue lacy boyshorts, examining them before I put them back on the row of knickers.

“What are you saying, Gemms?” I asked her, crossing my arms on my chest as she brought a hand to clutch her own. Apparently, I had startled her and she dropped the flimsy bra to the ground, throwing me a mean glare before she bent down to pick it up.  

“I’m not saying anything!” She tried to shrug off, a nice high pitched squeak ending up her sentence and a badly dissimulated smirk appearing on her face as she turned her back on me. She was such a lousy liar that one.

“Gemma Anne! Come here and…” I started, wriggling my fingers in the air, which was completely stupid, as she couldn’t really see me.

“Finally! I’ve been looking around for you guys for the longest time!” Stopping on my tracks, I turned around, finding Harry as he stood behind me with Jagger in his arms. The puppy had a navy blue collar, the leash was hanging limp in the air, and he whimpering, hiding his muzzle into Harry’s arms. He looked breathtaking, Harry, not the dog, with a blue button down that was a few shades darker than the leather leash on our doggy. I had given him the shirt a few weeks ago and frankly, I was starting to get offended at him for not wearing it. A flaming blush crept up my cheeks when our eyes locked, and I realized he had totally caught me staring at him, letting a satisfied smile curl up on his lips as he took a few short steps to me. I was utterly screwed.

“Wha- what are you doing here?” I asked, my eyebrows scrunched to make it seem like I was mad at him. I wasn’t but I needed to pretend I was, otherwise, I was probably going to jump him again. He looked so good it was actually painful. I couldn’t understand how it was possible or fair for someone to look as good as he did, with the minimal effort, every single day of his life. It wasn’t, that was the answer, it was inhumane and unfair.

“Brought Jagger to see his mummy. He missed you, y’know.” He smiled and as if on cue, Jagger brought up his face from his hiding place, panting a bit as he looked at me.

“I missed him too.” I whispered, playing with his ears as I felt myself being stared down by Harry.

“Oh, goodie, my brother’s here. What I needed to buy lingerie in peace.” Gemma said, making me widen my eyes and snatch Jagger from Harry’s arms to use him as a shield from Gemma’s inquiring eyes.

“So… Why lingerie? Do you have a new boyfriend I don’t know of, Gem?” Harry arched his brows, looking at Gemma accusingly. She scoffed, throwing a pair of knickers in his face, making him snarl at her as he put them back on the shelf.

“None of your business, little brother.” Gemma smiled and raised a g-string, making Harry groan and roll his eyes.

“You’re gross.”

“What are you doing in here, then? Did you think it was someone else buying lingerie?”

“I actually did.”

I was mistaken when I thought I had gotten my blush under control, cause now, I was about to burn from embarrassment. Taking Jagger with me, I walked to the closest section, finding myself in a row of skimpy knickers, things getting worse as Harry walked behind me.

“What are you doing?!?” I whispered angrily at him, but fortunately for him, Gemma didn’t give us any time, appearing on the hallway to pick some more things before she smiled at me and scratched the back of Jagger’s ear while she cooed stupid words at him.

“I’m going to try these on. Wanna come with me?” She told me and I nodded, turning around to follow her to the dressing room.

The dressing room consisted of 6 stalls, all of them with a proper door and a large mirror attached to the door. On the hallway, there was a wall-to-wall mirror, and 3 round black puffs. I sat on a pink sofa that was on the corner of the room, smiling at Jagger as he got comfortable on my lap.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” I said in a low voice as Harry sat down next to me, his long legs stretched out all the way out. He looked at me for a second, rolling his eyes as he leaned forward to make sure Gemma would hear him.

“Gems? Don’t come out. I’m here.” He said out loud, waiting for his sister to reply with a groan and a deeply felt ‘Ewww’. “There, fixed.”

“What are you doing?” I asked him, frustrated by his nonchalance. “Do you want everyone to know what we did?”

“We didn’t kill anyone, you know that, right?.” He shrugged off, letting himself fall on the back of the couch as I scoffed.

“Harry, I don’t want people freaking out on us!”

“The only one freaking out here’s you.”

“I just think that…”

I didn’t get to finish. I didn’t even get to end the trail of my thoughts in my own brain cause it suddenly made a shortcut. It all went black and all I could think was the cherry and minty taste of Harry’s kiss. Closing my eyes, I let myself forget of the world around us, only aware of his fingers as they trailed to the back of my neck and pulled me to him a bit closer. His tongue darted past my lips and I hummed, tilting my head to the side to let him deepen the kiss. It took Jagger to almost start barking at us for me to pull away, widening my eyes as I struggled to breathe normally. I don’t know how long it lasted, but I did know it wasn’t anywhere nearly enough.

“Hey, baby, nothing wrong’s happening.” I told him in a whisper, calming him down a bit as I caressed his fur.

“Imagine when we fuck and you scream really loud my name.” Harry whispered, making me blush and close my eyes as he pulled me to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to my temple and the tip of my nose before he let me go.

“Harry!!!!!” I protested, slapping my hand against Harry’s chest as he chuckled, leaning to me to press another kiss to my lips, another one that didn’t last nearly as long as I needed it to. What was happening, why was he doing this like it was normal behavior between us?

I pressed my forehead to his shoulders, breathing him in for a couple of seconds as he left a trail of butterfly kisses on my temples, his long fingers playing with my hair as we both remained silent. Judging by the party in my tummy, this was all much worse than I could have ever imagined.

“Guys, do you think we can go grab lunch? I’m starving.” Gemma asked, letting the door of her stall close with a soft click and I raised my head to look at her while she stared at us mockingly. The situation didn’t surprise so much as amused her and it was all written in her eyes. “Didn’t know I was going to be third wheeling here. Should’ve warned me.”

“By now, I think you’d have figured it out by yourself, sis.” Harry smiled mockingly at her, her eyes turning into slits as she gave her brother a mean look. He didn’t seem to notice though, taking Jagger from my arms and walking out of the room, which left me pretty much unshielded from Gemma. There it was, that evil glint in her eyes that made me shiver whenever it appeared.  

“So,” She started, casually letting herself plop down on the couch. “what were you guys doing?”

“We were, uh, we were talking.”

“Yeah? And how exactly did Harry get red lipstick on his lips?” She asked me, tilting her head in curiosity as she looked at me, the bright red of my lips that was surely all smudged up by now.

“I didn’t see any red lipstick, Gems.” I said coolly, playing innocent under her accusatory gaze.

“Really? Cause it matches yours, actually.”

“Nope, no red lipstick. Might want to see a doctor about that, Gems.” I grinned, jumping up from the couch to stop her for asking any further questions. I wasn’t getting away with it; I was just buying myself some time.

We found Harry leaning on the counter of the store, his big arms propped up on it as a pretty girl offered him some water and tea, while an unnecessary flirty smile appeared on her face. It was like that everywhere we went, everyone falling from him and being extra touchy, extra smiley when it came to him. It was frustrating to say the least, the unsettling twist of my tummy whenever I saw anyone getting too close.

“I’ll take this.” Gemma, who had walked to the counter while I stood behind, said rather harshly, the hangers on the clothes clanging loudly on the glass. It seemed unnecessary, but deep down I was thankful for it as the girl scurried away and let the cashier do her job.

“Hey.” Harry almost whispered when he stood in front of me, offering me a soft smile as his fingers brushed up my arms. Damn it, the goosebumps. “You okay?”

I was more than ok in that moment, looking up at him and feeling as if the world around us had suddenly disappeared, leaving the two of us behind.

“Yeah. Gems knows we kissed, though.”

“Well, she’s always suspecting things about us, let’s give her this one, yeah?”

“I guess. Would rather her not to be right, like ever. She tends to rub it in.” I shrugged off, giggling shyly when Harry snorted, his arm hooking around my shoulders to pull me to his chest and let me press my nose to the soft fabric of his shirt. “You smell nice.” I said mindlessly, my eyes scrunching up in regret as soon as the words left my lips. Jesus.

“So do you.” He said softly, his warm breath making my skin tingle as it hit my skin. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

“Ok, love birds, let’s go for lunch.”

Well, almost.


If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left

The shell of a man who could never be his best

If I didn’t have you, I’d never see the sun

You taught me how to be someone, yeah

It was driving me crazy, the fact that he could be so cool about it all, maybe even forgotten. It had been two days, two whole days, since we last kissed and there he was, acting as if nothing happened. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe we never kissed and I was officially losing it. God, I didn’t know anything anymore.

Harry was the only person in the world that knew me, inside and out. He knew how grumpy I was in the morning until I took the first sip of my coffee, he knew how emotional I got every single time I watched Titanic, he knew I liked to sleep mostly naked because I hated how the clothes got twisted during the night, he knew how I cried when he said he’d have to leave for a little while to make his dream come true and he knew how much I loved the smell of rain. He knew everything about me, so there was no way he didn’t know how confused I was and how much worse he was making it all by ignoring me.

Had he meant to kiss me? I mean, he probably had, but had he really wanted to do it? Had he felt the need to try and see what my kiss felt like? Was it anything close to what I felt right now? Did his skin tingle every time I walked by him, just like mine did? Did he felt as if his heart dropped to his tummy and then back up whenever I lied on the bed, acting as if nothing was happening, and went to sleep by his side? Was I driving him as crazy as he was driving me? I doubt it.

There was not much I could do, except keep my distance and let myself forget about it. it wasn’t even a good plan, I was aching to be close to him, to wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle my nose on his skin. After we kissed, every second of every day, my only thoughts were about his strawberry lips and the feel of his tongue touching mine, his hand leaving a scorching trail on my waist, his hard muscles under my hands. I was having a hard time composing myself around him, which was understandable as he took every chance he got to walk around in his boxers or even naked. Just the thought of it made my mouth water, to be honest.


All my life
You stood by me
When no one else was ever behind me
All these lights
They can’t blind me
With your love, nobody can drag me down

“Harry?” I asked loudly as I closed the front door. My head still hurt, the pang of sadness in my chest just growing bigger as minutes went by.

I can’t really go with you guys. I’m sure you can find someone to fill in. I just have so much to do.

It’s better if I just stay. You know, it’s really your fault for giving me such a small dog. I can’t go anywhere now.

You’re a twat for shrugging everything off and acting as if nothing happened. Fuck off, I’m not going anywhere with you.

“Fuck!” Yelping, I brought my knee to my tummy in an attempt to reach my pinkie toe, almost dancing as I tried to rub it. I had banged it against a box that I could’ve sworn wasn’t there when I left in the morning, and it was now throbbing in pain. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“The room?”

It wasn’t really the position I would like anyone to find me in, with my foot raised in the air as I put all of my yoga knowledge to test, but that wasn’t even the worst part. Harry was standing behind me, looking fine and gorgeous while almost naked, his black boxers looking tight around his hips. Realizing I was staring, I whipped my head back, almost falling down when I lost my balance at the movement but regaining it when Harry held me by my waist, pulling me up and to his chest before I ended up on the floor.

“You ok, babe?” He asked me and I had to close my eyes, focusing on not giving myself away by shivering in front of him. I stepped away, fixing my clothes as I still refused to look at him, knowing I might not be able to control myself if I looked at him.

“Yeah, we, we need to talk.”

“Ok.” Nonchalantly, he went to sit on the couch, right in front of me and with a smirk, he extended his hand for me to take. I couldn’t do that, couldn’t get so close to him while he wore so little. He wasn’t being fair to me and he knew it.

“Harry, go and get dressed.”

“Why? You’ve seen me like this a lot of times before.”

“Yeah, but…”


“It’s not the same now.”

“Why not?” He asked me, the stupid smile still plastered on his face. He seemed to be enjoying it, torturing me slowly and surely.


“Because we kissed?” He asked me, reaching for my hand and pulling me to him until he made me sit down on his lap, with my feet dangling a big as I pressed my side to his waist. “And we liked it?”

“Did you?”

“I really did.” He admitted, making me smile as his hand pressed his hand to my hand and pulled me down for a peck on the lips.

“We need to stop doing that.”

“I know.” Smiling softly at him, I went to get up from his lap but he shook his head, tightening his hug around my waist and pulling me closer to him, my breath catching a bit at how close we ended up. I could almost taste the sweetness of his lips. “Just one more.”

Nothing short of being lighted on fire, that’s how his kiss was. His hands were on each side of my neck and my fingertips pressed to his bare skin, brushing down softly until I reached his tummy, smiling a little as the muscles there tensed a bit under my touch. His lips were soft and sweet and they molded to mine in a perfect way. It felt as if it was right what we were supposed to do, let our tongues wander as his hand snuck under my top, his fingertips raising goosebumps on their way down my spine. I felt almost breathless by the time he let me go, my eyelashes fluttering open as I struggled to think straight again.

“Is that the last one?” I asked him, still brushing my words against his lips.

“Yes.” He whispered, a new soft kiss pressed to my lips as he finished talking.

“You promise?”

“I’m awful at keeping my promises, love.”


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What If It Isn’t You?

Title: What If It Isn’t You?

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Based off of this anon request:

Could you make a Spencer x Reader where they’re soulmates? Maybe they have each other’s names on their wrists, but Y/N changed her name from adoption or something and so only she knows, until Garcia finds out while digging to try to learn more about her to plan a birthday surprise? Also, I just found out GARCIA was the dirty dozen and I’m really worried for her right now…

Thanks for requesting! I hope you like it! XOXOXO

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BOY WITH HORMONES [Kim Taehyung x Reader] Pt.2

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 5.5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 8.5 | 9 | 10 | 10.5 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 13.5 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 |28 | 29 | 30

genre: angst

Lengths: Not bad

Summary: You and taehyung are childhood friends, but things happened to Taehyung and changed him. You get to be his classmate in High School, but he end up embarrassing you in front of the class, and this end up you being bullied. HS ended and now you’re in college. Will you finally be free from the bullies?

Warning: Trigger warning(bullying) and Bad words

Part 2/?

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Learn from the Best (Part 2)

Originally posted by hernightmare-world

Part One Part Three

*After college graduation*

Justin’s POV:

I groaned as I shifted around in the bed, sun rays hitting me directly in the face as I tried to shield it with my arms. She had opened the curtains as always. I looked around towards the clock to see it was only twenty past ten. Way too early for a Sunday. I groaned again and turned to my left and tried to drape my arm around the warm body next to me but my arm met with the cold sheets. I opened my eyes fully to find that I was alone in the bed. I sighed, she was probably up making breakfast.

I sat up in the bed and rubbed my hands up and down my face to try to wake up. A yawn took over me as I stretched my body. I walked over to the bathroom and did my business before walking out towards the kitchen where I was sure she will be. As I was descending the stairs, I could hear the faint music playing in the kitchen, she wasn’t the one to dance while she cooked but needed something to entertain her and music did the job. I refrained from entering the kitchen as I leaned on the door frame, admiring the beauty in front of me. She was unbelievably concentrated on the task of mixing, what I assume to be, pancake batter. A smile plastered on my face as she started to hum along the song.

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When A Heart Breaks It Doesn’t Break Even

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Tittle: When A Heartbreaks it Doesn’t Break Even

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

             Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes

Rating: None

Warning: None

A/n: The new guy is going to be Stiles because I wanna write more Stiles and I honestly freaking love Stiles and Peter. This is also going to be in Peter’s P.o.v. And thank you so much!! You are so sweet!!

Back Story: After arriving at Storybrooke, the reader has Emma find her a town where she is far away from them, from memories of Peter. Emma agrees all to willingly and sends her to Beacon Hills. There she meets Stiles and despite the craziness that he brings, she finds herself falling for him, because he was everything Peter wasn’t. Skip a head three years and Peter manages to free himself from the Underworld. Of course his only goal is find the reader. Using some magic he tracks her down to Beacon Hills, where he soon discovers that she moved on.

   I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing. Just preying to a god that I don’t believe in. Cause I got time while she got freedom. Cause when a heart breaks, no it don’t break even.


  I was once a king, a leader. I was once someone you feared or your worshiped. I use to be, as a pirate would say, a bloody demon. So had you told me back then that I would be standing at the end of a street, barely able to breath while preying to a god I did not believe in, I would have said you were insane. Had you told me I would end up this way because of a girl, I would have ripped your heart out and make you watch as I crushed it. I was not one to fall in love, to let a girl run their life. At least I wasn’t. She changed that.

  From the moment she stepped foot onto Neverland, everything changed. From the moment I saw her smile, my world was suddenly filled with color, with hope, with faith. It was filled with a need to become a man that she needed, though had no idea she did. She made me strive to me better, to do better.

  I was so wrapped up in my desire to remain young, that I pushed those feelings aside and continued to be the devilish boy I was. For a while, that was enough for her. For a while, she was able to over look my devilish ways. In the end though, my luck ran out, and she saw me for the monster I was.

  Back On Neverland

  “Peter?” Y/n screamed, her voice startling me from my thoughts. I let out a chuckle and made my way to her, appearing in front of her in a cloud of green smoke.

  “Yes my love?” I asked, smiling widely as I took her in. My lost girl, was truly breathtaking. Her skin had a glow that you can only ever get on Neverland, one that worked well with the dark green dress she was wearing. Her long hair fell in lose waves down her back, ending at the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her y/e/c’s were set in a stony glare, tears filling the bottom of them. The sight killed me. Why would she cry? “Are you okay?”

  “Tell me you didn’t kill Henry. Peter please tell me you did not kill that boy for your own selfish needs.” She cried, her voice breaking when I frowned.

  “Darling, I had to. His heart is the key to my living forever, to us being together forever.” I said softly, taking a small step towards her, my hand reaching out for her. Instead of letting me touch her, she shook her head and scrambled backwards, tears falling freely down her face now.

  “I don’t want forever, not if it means killing an innocent boy.” She sobbed. Her hands shook as she raised them to cover her mouth, muffling her next words, but not enough. “I feel in love with a monster.”


   “No. No. You don’t get to call me that, not now. Peter you crossed a line. I was able to over look so much, the cruel ways you tortured those boys. I was able to look past the kidnapping. But I can not look past this. I can’t, no I won’t, be with a murder Peter Pan. So you stay away from me, far away from me. I never want to see you again.” 

  Before I could say a word, she spun on her heel and ran away. The moment she was out of my sight, I let my own tears fall as I fell to my knees.

  What have I done?

 I had planned on making it up to her that day, but heroes got in the way. Before I could, I was killed by my own son, my last words a whispered goodbye to her. After that, I spent three years in hell, while she moved on. I got time, while she got freedom. It took me until today however, to learn that when a heartbreaks, it never breaks even.

  Her best days were some of my worst. She finally met a man that’s gonna put her first. While I’m wide awake she’s no trouble sleeping Cause when a heart breaks no it don’t break even… even… no. They say bad things happen for a reason. But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding ‘Cause she’s moved on while I’m still grieving

 I heard her, before I saw her.

  “Call me when you get home?” She asked, smiling as she leaned towards some boy. The boy chuckled as leaned out his car window, a loving smile on his face.

 “Do I ever not call?” He chuckled, his smile growing when he earned a chuckle from Y/n.

 “Yes, yes you do. Doesn’t he Scott?” She giggled, looking past the love struck boy to his silent friend.

  “There is some dude dressed in green standing at the edge of your lawn.” The boy, Scott, said slowly, his words causing Y/n to freeze. Her sudden panic like state caught the attention of the boy, Stiles. Within seconds he was scrambling from the car, pushing her behind him the moment his feet touched the ground. On the other side of the car Scott quickly jumped from the car, moving to stand beside Stiles.

  “Wanna tell me what you are doing at my girlfriends house?” Stiles asked, his voice shaking with anger and fear.

  “Well you see she was my girlfriend first. I only came to talk.” I sighed, stepping out from beneath the tree, the light of the street lamp washing over me. The moment her eyes met mine she let out a growl, one that both boys took notice of.

  “Scott call Derek.” Stiles snarled.

  “Way a head of you.”

  “Look I mean it when I say I’m just here to talk.” I said, my eyes meeting Y/n’s begging her to hear me out.

  “Well then talk, though I don’t see how there is anything you can say.” She snapped, stepping out from behind the boy, much to his annoyance.

  “I just, I needed to see you. These past three years have been, well, they’ve been hell. I need you.”

  “Your nothing but a murder.” She snarled, her words causing a scream from both boys, both of whom instantly moving in front of her once again.


   “Don’t you dare call her that. I don’t know who the hell you are, but I swear to god, come any closer to her and I will kill you.” Stiles snarled. I sighed as I held my hands into the air.

  “Very well. Y/n Henry lived.”

  “Only because Regina stepped in! Honestly Peter! Tell me what you wanted to tell me then leave, I meant what I said on Neverland, I never want to see you again.”

  “Neverland? So this is.. I’m confused.” Scott said, his eyes flickering towards me and Y/n.

  “Trust me dude, it takes a while to understand. Where she comes from is even more messed up.” Stiles sighed, the same time Y/n spoke.

  “I’ll explain it all inside.” She mumbled, a soft smile on her lips as she stared at the boy. When her gaze flickered back to me, it was once again cold, deprived of any emotion other than pure rage. “What. Do. You. Want.”

  “What do I want? I want to know what I am suppose to do when the best part of me was always you. I want to know what I am suppose to say when I’m choked up and your okay. I wanna know how to live with knowing that you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain? I know I am to blame, I’m just trying to figure this out. Because you left me with no love and no honor to my name.” I cried. At my words all three stood frozen, all of them staring at me with hate filled gazes.

 “That’s not my problem. You caused all of this. I am sorry your hurting but there is nothing in this world that take me from Stiles. Your a monster Peter, a true blue monster. You had no love, or honor to your name when I met you. Now go.”


  “I would listen to her, I don’t want to have to make you leave.” A deep voice snarled from behind me. Slowly I glanced over my shoulder, sighing when I found a well built, very angry, man standing behind me. As my gaze met his, his eyes flashed a deep red. For some reason the sight caused me to pale.

  “Fine.” I sighed, turning to give her one last smile, only when I did Stiles let out a strangled cry and spun around. His hands cupped her cheeks as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. Within seconds she melted into his kiss, her own hands moving to cup his cheeks. I didn’t think it was possible, but my heart broke even more.

  “Come on, you can spend the night at my house.” Stiles muttered when he pulled back. She nodded, smiling happily up at him, as she moved to get back into his car. I watched, frozen as the three climbed into the car and drove off, leaving me to stand at the end of the street barely able to breath. 

  “I got time, while she got freedom.” I muttered, surprise washing over me when I got answer.

  “I don’t know you, I don’t know what you did but I know this. You love her. So take it from me. When a heart breaks, it never breaks even.”

Professor Payne & Taylor White

This is my first One Shot. Hope you like it  ;)

I’m late, I know. Nothing much to do other than walk faster. For the thousandth time during this semester I overslept. This is what happens when you schedule a class first thing in the morning, on Saturday. But, I just had to take this class. Modern literature with Professor Payne was worth getting out of bed.

Let me tell you about Professor Payne. First name Liam, last name Payne. Born in Wolverhampton, England. Ughh, I know, I know, sexy accent.  26 years old. Single. Fit. Extremely fit. Not unusual to bump into him at the university’s gym while he works out. Tanned, like perfect gold skin. Hazel puppy eyes. Perfectly styled brown hair. 3-day stubble, it’s as if he does it on purpose, to be honest. He always wears henleys with rolled-up sleeves that show some of his tattoos. Some, because I’m pretty sure there are many more under his clothes. To all this sexy package you can add the fact that he is extremely smart and super nice. Like, I smile all the time nice. And please don’t get me started on his killer smile, because we’d be here all night.

He is the epitome of a sexy teacher.

The sexiest teacher on the whole university if you ask me, or any other girl on campus. Most boys would also agree.

He is an expert in making everyone swoon, with just one look, with one smile, or just by hearing his beautiful voice with his thick British accent. The thing is, he doesn’t even have to try. He has this charm about him that has everyone, boys, girls, and even some members of the faculty at his feet. He is easygoing, and you can tell he loves his job. Even with all the unwanted attention he gets from everyone. It’s impossible not to notice all the girls who seriously have no problem letting him know how much they want to get in his pants. He’s too polite. He pretends not to listen to the rude remarks they all make about him. Other times he just smiles and shakes his head, but he never gets mad about how he’s treated.  

I steady my walk as I approach the classroom. The door is closed and I know that it will be impossible for me to go unnoticed once I open it. I try my best to make no sound, but it creaks all the way. “Glad you could join us Miss White,” Professor Payne says from the center of the room. My eyes meet his, he is, of course, smiling, just teasing me. I give him a small smile and make my way to the back of the room, hiding.

Professor Payne is talking about Poe’s “The Tell-tale heart,” and I can feel my heart beating as loud as the old mans beating heart, because he, Professor Payne, won’t stop looking in my direction, making me nervous, and somehow I can tell he is enjoying it.

For the last year I’ve come to know Professor Payne quite well. I’ve been working as his undergraduate TA, mostly helping him become a little bit more organized, if that’s even possible. When I first started working with him, last semester, his office was a mess, a big blown-out mess. Papers that needed grading everywhere, different course assignments mixed up, and books, open books everywhere. It took me a whole month to help him get it all organized, and yet, he still messes with the system once in a while.

On the countless times that I’ve spend with him alone in his office, I have come to learn some things about him. He doesn’t really like to go out, he prefers a quiet night in with a good book. He had a serious girlfriend back in England, about to marry her, but broke things off with her and moved to the US to “change the scenery.” Professor Payne, or Liam, as he makes me call him outside the classroom, has a thing for classical music, Bach is always playing in his office, he says it helps him concentrate. He prefers tea over coffee and whenever he’s a bit stressed he goes for a smoke.

He also loves to tease me. I’m quite a bit shy. It’s not that I don’t like people, it’s that I don’t know what to say. My mother says I’m a conversation killer, never letting the conversation flow, and she’s right. But with Liam, I find myself at ease. I don’t talk much, but we do exchange some words now and then. And he always makes a point of teasing me about my shyness. Nothing mean, not ever, but always telling me I should go out more, “you shouldn’t spend your nights helping an old man like me organize his life,” he’d say. I always smile at his remarks and tell him that I enjoy helping him. And it’s true.

Anyway, the biggest perk of helping him out, apart of doing it for my scholarship, is having access to his personal library which he is very anal about.

I’m allowed to read his books, but I’m not allowed to take them home. He lets me sit on the couch in his office and read in silence while he works. I know it sounds weird, but it doesn’t feel weird, at all. He always sets aside the books he thinks I’ll enjoy, and he must read me like a book, because I’ve loved every single one.

He’s never made me as nervous as today, and I’m not sure if he is trying or if it’s the fact that he looks sexy as hell today. He is wearing a suit, which only occurs on the rare occasions he has a meeting with the dean. He looks slick in his dark grey trousers, crisp white shirt, and vest, the tie is gone and the first button has been poped open. His hair is all perfectly styled in a small quiff and his 5 o’clock shadow frames his beautiful face. The jacket of his suit is hanging on the back of his chair, and I’m pretty sure he dampen some panties when he took it off. He looks fine as hell and I can’t stop the dirty thoughts going through my mind. I’m sure he can see me blushing, and that is why he keeps looking in my direction. Problem solved, now if only I could stop thinking about what’s lays beneath all his clothes. I try my best to think about Poe, and the dead man’s beating heart and I feel my face cooling down.

When the class is dismissed, everyone hands me their assignments. When it’s only Professor Payne and me in the classroom, I make my way down to him to hand the papers in. “Thank you, Miss White,” he takes them from me, “You seemed flustered today,” he says placing the papers on top of a huge mountain of more papers, from his other courses I guess.

“Me? Nah,” I wave him off. Before he can say anything else I turn on my heels and walk to the door. I’m just leaving when I hear the huge pile of papers fall to the floor. I turn to him, already on the floor picking up the papers. How did they fall from the center of his desk? I have no idea.

“I guess I’ll need you to help me sort this out tonight,” an apologetic smile on his face.

“I guess,” I say as I reach down to help him. It’s going to be a long night. Once we’ve picked all the papers I head out just in time to make it to my next class. “I’m off at 8, see you then.”

“Thank you Taylor, you’re a lifesaver,” he yells as he exits the room, closing the door behind him.


I got off class early, so I decided to go get some coffee for me and an earl grey tea for Professor Payne. I can’t stand the strong smell of the tea, but he loves to drink it and his face whenever I surprise him with a cup, is worth the smell.

I arrive to his office at 7:59 according to the clock at the end of the hall. It is mostly deserted at this time in the evening. Most teachers preferring to get in early the get out late. I place the cups on the table outside his office and try the door handle. It’s locked. Strange. He never locks his door, unless he’s out, but the lights are on. I bring my hand up to knock, when I hear hushed voices coming from inside. I can’t understand what they are saying, but there’s definitely a woman in there with him. Not liking the idea of interrupting him, with whomever he is, and doing who knows what, I grab the cups ready to head out and give him a few minutes.

I’m halfway across the hall when his door opens up, I freeze. “Don’t ever come in here like that again, miss Arlington, I mean it,” I hear him speak as I turn towards his office and see one of my classmates coming out of his office, her face stained with tears and her arms crossed over her torso pulling her jacket close as if covering herself.

“I’m sorry Professor Payne,” she sobs, without looking him in the eye. She spots me as I’m standing like a deer in headlights holding out one paper cup in each hand. She makes her way towards me and mumbles “good luck with the asshole.” I have no idea what she’s talking about, but by the look and tone of Professor Payne, something bad happened.

He is wearing only his trousers and white shirt, the vest long forgotten, as he holds the door open for me. I hand him his cup and he takes it growling a simple thanks. Once I’m settled in he closes the door and locks it. He must sense the questions building up in my mind because he answers them for me, “I don’t want to see anyone else right now, I’m not in a good mood as you can tell.”

“I can leave,” it comes out as a whisper, not that I ever speak out loud. I’m not sure I want to be here with him. He is upset about something and I don’t want to get on his bad side. Also, I’ve never seen him like this, and it’s kind of scary, kind of sexy. I can feel myself getting wet and I really don’t need that right now.

“Don’t be silly,” he shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea. “Thanks, I needed this,” he sighs and sits on his chair across from me but then turns to face the window. I take this moment to try to regain myself a bit, to try and stop getting wetter by the second and get to work. I set myself to finish the task at hand, organize the mess of papers in front of me.

Soon I’m lost in the papers, so lost I didn’t notice Professor Payne get up from his chair. “Why would she think it was okay for her to come here and bare her clothes?” His voice startles me and I freeze for the second time today. “Does she think I’m that easy? That I like to prey on my students? Is that how I come across, Taylor?” Was that a rhetorical question or does he actually expect an answer? “Well?”

“I’m not sure I get what you’re talking about,” I answer feeling him behind me and busying myself again with the papers.

He sighs, “I’m talking about Miss Arlington coming in here, taking her clothes off and demanding I had sex with her. Do I look like the type of man who does that? That I enjoy that? That’s what I’m talking about.”

“N-no,” I nervously answer with the truth. He’s becoming agitated. I can hear his breathing, almost feel it on the back of my neck.

“Well, you’re wrong.” He lets out a small laugh.

“W-what?” It comes out before I can think about it. But I really want to know what he means.

“Nothing, darling.” I melt a bit with the by sweetness of his pet name, “can you pass me my tea please?” His tone has changed and I feel a bit more relaxed than I did a minute ago. I nod and try to grab the cup from where I’m sitting but fail. I stand up from the chair and reach out again for the cup. Professor Payne is quickly standing right behind me, slipping his hand in between my legs, pressing into me. In the shock of the moment I let the cup slip from my grip spilling it all over his desk.

“Sorry,” I moan as he keeps rubbing me. Not even resisting the awesome feeling. Forgetting how this is a hundred shades of wrong and pushing myself against him, for more friction.

“No, you’re not,” he says as his other hand pins my head down to the desk. “I can feel how wet you are through your jeans.” Both his hands let go of me and I moan in complain, I want to feel his hands all over my body now. I can’t seem to stop and think about anything else. The need for him starts between my legs and spreads all over my body. “I’m just taking these off, don’t move” he tells me as his hands unbutton my jeans and pulls them down and off with my shoes. “Such a beautiful view,” his hands travel up my legs to my ass and I can feel his breath against my thighs. I lay still as his fingers dig into my butt cheeks, teasing me. His teeth slowly sink into them, making my gasp. “You like that?” he asks as he stands with his crotch pressing against my ass and his hand wrapping around my neck pulling me flush to him. “Answer me,” he demands and I nod. “I want to hear you say it” his grip on my neck tightens as his other hand rubs me over my panties.  

Somehow I manage to answer the question, “I-I like it when y-you bite me.”

“Good, now turn around,” I do as I’m told and face him. “Take everything off,” he takes a step back, giving me some space. I take my shirt off first, thanking the gods above that I’m wearing a sexy underwear set. As I stand before him in only my black lace bra and panties he takes in a deep breath and I can see his cock straining in his trousers. Good to know I’m affecting him as much as he is affecting me. I slowly remove my bra, letting it fall to the floor. The urge to cover up immediately is strong but Professor Payne’s hands stop me, “don’t you dare cover up.” He lets my hands free, “continue,” he instructs and I bring my hands to take off my panties. I’m standing completely naked in front of him, and I feel myself getting wetter  and needy as his lustful eyes explore my body.

He takes a step forward, his hand outstretched. His fingers grace my skin, starting on my collarbone and moving down between my breasts, slowly, making me shiver. I stand still, not wanting to break the spell. He’s lost in my body as his hand caresses my lower stomach, making its torturous way between my legs. He takes his time getting there, slowly running his hand down my thighs, purposely avoiding the place I want him to touch more. My heartbeat is noticeable through my chest, I can feel the blood pumping fast in and out. My breaths are getting faster and louder. I just want to feel him. When his fingers finally make their way down my slit, his other hand pulls me by the neck to his mouth, swallowing my moans as he teases me. “So wet, just for me sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I breath out as his fingers expertly rub my clit. My knees start failing me, but Professor Payne is fast and sits me on the edge of his desk, forcing me to spread my legs wider, hence exposing more of me for his viewing pleasure. He surely likes to watch, his eyes are glued to my, what I’m sure is now, dripping pussy. With calculated speed his fingers travel down from my clit to my entrance, teasing me, making me bolt my hips upwards, wanting to feel him inside.

“What do you want Miss White?” he asks, as his fingers keep circling my entrance, making my insides long for his fingers.

Somehow I let go of my shyness. How can I be shy when I’ve never been in a more vulnerable position? He started this, so he wants it. He. Wants. Me. And I’m willing to give myself to him. So with my new found security I answer, “I want your fingers inside me,” not looking at him, but looking down to where his hand gets lost in the apex of my legs.  

“Oh, darling, you’ll get them, but let’s get one thing straight,” his fingers circle my clit again, as his other hand lifts my chin forcing me to look him straight in his dark eyes. “You are to call me Professor, or you won’t be getting any. Are we clear?”

His hand has gone from my chin to my nipple, toying with it, pinching it, pushing me over the edge in pleasure that I can’t really register what he is saying much less answer.

“ARE WE CLEAR, MISS WHITE?” His voice loud and stern.

“Yes,” I say, his gaze burning my eyes and is then that I understand what he wants, “yes, Professor” I regain a little of my confidence back and love how good it feels to be under this mans spell.

“Good,” a small smile appears on his beautiful face and then I feel his finger entering me at the slowest pace. His eyes never leaving mine, but I need to see what’s happening so I break his gaze, and see how his finger slowly gets lost inside me as he pumps it in and out, in and out. I moan leaves my mouth as I lose myself in his hand.

“More,” I beg.

“More what, Miss White?

“More fingers, Professor,” I shiver as I feel him insert another finger. “Please,” I beg again, “fuck me, professor.”

A small laugh leaves his mouth as he keeps pumping his hand in and out of me, hitting the right spot over and over again. “This is the best part of my job,” he says as I feel my stomach muscles tightening, I am so close now, “getting sweet little cunts like you to come for me.” I freeze, this has been happening a lot today. What does he mean by that? Does he does this regularly with other girls? I’m I just part of his schoolgirl harem? My orgasm has fled the building and I’m no longer so into this, at least my mind is not, but his thrusting is slowly awakening my body once more. “What honey? You thought you were the only one?” And there goes my mind off the building, buh-bye! I don’t know why or how, but his condescending ways have me back on the edge, I tilt my head back and rock my hips to him, meeting each and every one of his thrusts as he curls his finger inside, hitting my g-spot again and again. My legs start to shake.

He pulls me in for a kiss as he keeps fucking me with his fingers and rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb, and just like that, with a simple touch of his lips I feel my orgasm hit me as hard as nothing ever has before. I moan out loud as my whole body convulses, my insides clenching, not wanting to let his fingers go. I bite his lip hard and he hisses at the pain, bringing his hand up to his lip, I draw blood. Slowly he lets go of me, laying me back on his desk as the aftershocks of my orgasm keep hitting me. I’m dazed in pleasure, but I feel empty without his fingers. “You sure know how to come, Miss White,” he says while stroking my hair, my body still convulsing and extremely sensitive.

It seems like a whole minute has passed before I’m able to answer him, “you sure know how to make me come, Professor,” a half smile spreads across my face.

I pass out for about 5 minutes and when I open my eyes I’m still laying naked on his desk and he’s still stroking my hair sitting on his chair. “Hello, I thought I’d lost you for the night.” I shake my head as if to say no, because I’m still too drunk in pleasure to talk. “Ready for round two, darling?” I don’t get to answer before I feel his hand traveling up my stomach to my breasts, kneading the one further from him as his mouth sucks hard on my other nipple.

“Fuck,” I let out and try to sit. But he’s pinning me down. “Let me go,” I tell him and he immediately lets go of my body.

“What’s wrong?” he asks laying back on his chair, adjusting his trousers as I sit up.

“I’m not going to fuck you, like the other girls,” I spit, not caring that I’m sitting naked before him and that he pretty much just fucked me.

“Is that so?” he lets out an amused huff.

“Yes,” I get up and start collecting my clothes.

He leaves his chair and paces a bit as I keep collecting my clothes, not really dressing up, because the truth is I don’t really want to leave him. “I’ve never touched another student.”  

“Yeah, right” I roll my eyes, that’s it I’m out.

“I mean it, Taylor” he lets his body fall in the couch,“I’ve seen them pleasure themselves for me, but I’ve never touched them.” What? I say nothing, what can I say really? “I guess it turns them on to know I’m watching them. And God, don’t hate me, but they’re all beautiful, it’s really hard to resist. Really hard. But in the end they get off and they give me something to get off to at night.” His elbows rest on his knees, his fingers intertwined and his gaze on the floor. “I never touched a student.”

“You touched me,” again my big mouth speaks before my mind has a say in the matter.

“Only you,” his gaze looks with me.

“Why?” This I need to know.

“Because I felt like touching you,” he says matter-of-factly and I feel heat running up and down my naked body.

“Just because,” I let my clothes fall down to the floor. It’s been settled in my mind, I’m not leaving. Not yet at least.

“Just because,” his shoulders relax and a smile forms in his face,  “come here,” he taps his lap I straddle his sides, feeling his erection below me. His hands rummage through my body, pulling me closer to him as my hands rest on his shoulders.

“What now, Professor?”

“Now we fuck, Miss White,” his mouth finds mine and we kiss. Our tongues dancing with each other, tasting ourselves. His hands groping my skin, it hurts, but it feels good at the same time. My hands slowly undo the buttons of his shirt, as he keeps rocking his hips against me. Once his shirt is off, I’m greeted by a Shakespeare quote, “Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” I trace his tattoo as he cups and kisses my breasts. Such simple words, that say so much about him. It’s then that I feel it, like a loud bang hitting me.

I have feelings for this man, for Liam, and I’ve had them for sometime now. Too shy and too stupid to realize or even attempt the first move. And yet so glad he did it today. Even if it doesn’t mean the same for him, I plan on never forgetting this night.

I let my hands travel down his happy trail, to his belt and ravishly undo it along with his trousers. Liam’s hands rest on my waist, he is looking at what my hands are doing, enjoying the way I can’t wait to have him naked. “Eager are we?” he asks as I stand up to pull his pants down. I don’t bother answering him, there is no time. His cock is out and it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. So pink and big and hard just waiting for me to play with him. I sink to my knees, I need a taste.

I wrap my hand around him and pump a few times before bringing it to my mouth. I let my tongue out, to lick him whole, as my free hand massage his balls. After a few more licks, I can’t wait anymore, so I wrap my lips around him and suck, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. “Oh fuck, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, with your lips wrapped around me. Fuck, take it all in, love.” His hand fisting my hair and pushing me down and he rocks his hips upward, forcing me to take him all in my mouth. Tears run down my face as I fight my gag reflex and he forces my head down once more. After a couple minutes of his pleasing abuse he pulls me to straddle him once again. His fingers trace my lips, “I want to fuck you now, would you like that Miss White?,” he kisses along my collarbone as my fingers run through his hair, messing it all up.

“Yes,” I breathe, “please fuck me, Professor.” He moans as I grab his throbbing cock guiding him to my entrance, “fuck me hard.” I slowly slide it in and we both gasp as he stretches me open. It burns a little, but feels amazing at the same tim. My hands clasp the sides of his face, “fuck me really hard, Professor, make me come.”

“Fuck,” he breathes as he clutches his hands to my sides, his fingers digging at my skin, helping me move up and down, making me fuck him at his own rhythm. After a couple thrusts we gain a pace and his hands travel up my breasts, biting and pinching them, I moan as I slide myself up and down his length, having him hit in all the right places. I can feel my orgasm forming. “Ride me baby,” he lets go of my body and leans on the backrest, my hands on his shoulders for support.

I am fucking him and it feels so damn good, with each thrust I feel like I’m getting closer to coming, but I need to feel him. “Touch me, please,” I beg him as I close my eyes and tilt my head back.

“Where?” He asks, I hear a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Here,” I grab his hand and place it over my clit. As soon as his fingers make contact with it my body starts shaking. “Fuuckk, I’m coming,” I dig my nails at his shoulders as I come and my body convulses on top of him.

“Fuck,” Liam hisses as my pussy clenches around his cock. My head is now resting on his shoulder as I come down from my high and his hands wrap around my back. “Good girl,” he repeats over and over again as his hand caresses my back.

Once I catch my breath I sit up and inspect the scratches on his shoulders. My fingers grace over the reddened skin, “sorry,” I say as I tilt my head to kiss his skin. He just humms and I feel him thrust inside me once more. Excitement travels down my spine, he hasn’t finished, he hasn’t come yet and I’m happy to do whatever he wants just to please him. He starts thrusting again, harder this time as my body is leaning towards him. My mouth kisses from his collarbone to his ear, and I nibble on his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” his hands dig at my ass cheeks pulling me open and making me still as he fucks me.

I purr into his ear, “I want you to come in my mouth, professor.”

“Fuck,” he growls and he thrusts some more, the only sounds in the room are from his skin hitting mine and our hushed moans. He spanks me before pushing me off him,“get on your knees.” I get on my knees and open my mouth for him, he is pumping his fist up and down his shaft, just the view is enough to bring to the edge, so I let my fingers find my clit. I’m still sensitive, so every single touch has me once step closer to coming, and just as I’m about to explode in pleasure, Liam grabs a fist of my hair as he comes in my mouth sending me over the edge for the third time tonight. “Ugh, so fucking beautiful,” he says, “swallow it baby, swallow it all,” I swallow as he tells me to with my body convulsing in pleasure.

I get up and lay on the couch, too tired to care about what just happened and too tired to get dressed.

The sound of my phone wakes me up and it takes me a second to realize where I am. I’m still naked, but I’m covered with Liam’s suit jacket. He is sitting on his desk, dressed. Well, half dressed, his shirt is on but all the buttons are open. His eyes meet mine as I sit up and put his jacket on, not because I feel like I need to cover but because it’s cold. I search for my phone in my bag. Once I have it in my hands he speaks, “It’s been going off for a while now.” I nod as I check it, 4 missed calls and 20 messages from my roommate.

Where are you?

Why aren’t you answering your phone?

This is so unlike you

Are you alive?

I quickly text her I’m fine, when I see the time. Its almost past midnight. “I should go,” I say as I fish for my clothes, this time meaning it.

“I’ll drive you,” he is fast up, buttoning his shirt and tucking it inside his trousers.

“You don’t have to,” I say as I put on my bra and panties. He is now standing in front of his desk, really close to me, slowly resting his weight on it, his arms crossed. I put on my shoes and jeans, and as I turn my t-shirt inside out.

His hand reaches out to my hips and his fingers trace the marks he left there, “sorry about this.” He seems concerned, but I don’t mind them, in fact I cherish them. For as long as my skin is branded like this, I’ll know that I was his, even if it’s just for tonight.

The ride to my apartment is quiet. There is no music, no talking, no car sounds, no nothing. It should feel uncomfortable, but somehow it doesn’t. I feel at ease with what happened in his office, and will gladly partake again if the opportunity ever presents itself again. We are getting close to my apartment and I feel like the night can’t end like this for us, there should be something else. I want something else.

When Liam turns on my street I reach out for his hand and intertwine our fingers. He seems reluctant at first, cocking an eyebrow my way, but with a smile and a little squeeze he lets me have this moment. He parks in front of my building. And I prepare myself to say goodbye, the thing is I don’t know for how long.  

He takes a deep breath, turning to face me, “this is just sex Taylor, I can’t give you anything else. We can’t have anything else. I’m your teacher.” He seems to say this more for his benefit than for mine, to be honest.

I give his hand one last squeeze, and let go, “what doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.” I shrug as he lets a small huff leave his mouth. I slowly open my door and get out. But before I close the door, there is one more thing I need to say, so I bend over so that my head is at his level, “are you coming in or what?”

I close the door behind me and walk to the door, hoping he’ll get off the car. When I reach for my keys he turns off his car and hops out, as his door closes he sighs, “fuck,” running his hands through his hair and walks my way, “you’re dropping my course!”

“Yes, Professor.”

Sleeping With a Friend 

An Ashton Irwin Fanfiction

Chapter Seventeen

I sat in my bedroom, television on some Lifetime movie that only made me hate my life a little more and a tub of ice cream that was already half gone. I hated feeling so vulnerable, but there was a hole in my chest from where my feelings for Ashton had settled. It had only been a few days since that horrid day in his house. Any rational person would have just let it go, but then again any rational person wouldn’t become friends with benefits with anyone. Ashton had texted me a few times wondering if we could talk about what happened, but I didn’t feel up to it, up to facing him. I didn’t want to actually admit my feelings to him, I’d much rather prefer sulking in my bedroom. When my phone began ringing, I figured it was him again, only trying mend something I felt couldn’t be mended. I let it ring, trying to focus on the movie, but then it began ringing once more. I groaned, reaching for the device, only seeing it was Sophie that was trying to reach me.

“Hello?” I answered softly.

“Y/N where have you been? Are you purposely ignoring me?” Her loud voice startled me through the phone and I held it away from my ear until she was done speaking.

“No. I haven’t talked to anyone in a few days.” I told her.

“What? Why? Did something happen?” Obviously something happened otherwise I wouldn’t have shut off the world. I didn’t respond in enough time before she continued, “Well I’m coming over, buzz me up.” I grumbled, knowing that if I ignored the demand she would be consistent in letting me know she was there and then I’d be forced to let her in.

“Fine. Hold on.” I instructed, having to remove myself with ease from my bed to not knock over the ice cream. I buzzed her up and unlocked my door so she could just walk in.

“Y/N?” She called, walking through the front door.

“Kitchen.” I yelled back, hearing her footsteps approach.

“Alright. What’s going on?” Her keys clinked against the counter. I turned with a cup of hot tea in my hand, seeing her lean against the counter, making herself at home like usual.

“What do you mean?” I asked, hoping to hold off any question about me and Ashton for as long as I could.

“I mean with you.” She looked at me like I was stupid and I sipped my tea.

“Nothing.” I shrugged with a sigh.

“It’s Ashton isn’t it?” I should have known she would see right through it. “I told you Y/N.”

“Sophie please. I don’t need your ‘I told you so’ alright? I know it was a stupid idea. Okay?” I told her harshly. “Please just don’t even talk about it. I want to forget it ever happened.” A heavy sigh left my lips at the end of the sentence. I knew she was right, it was a stupid situation to be involved in, but I didn’t need her rubbing it into my face like she’s done with certain things in the past. I paced out of the kitchen and back into my bedroom. If I couldn’t sulk alone, I at least wanted to be comfortable.

She threw her hands up in defense, “Fine, fine.” She said shaking her head, following behind me. Carefully as to not spill the drink in my hand, I resumed my spot on my bed. It was still warm from me sitting here before. Sophie sat on the edge of the bed, blocking my view of the television. I had a feeling she was doing it on purpose to get me to talk to her, and unfortunately I think it was working. “But really I want to make sure you’re okay.” She finally said, bringing out her sympathetic side.

“I am. You don’t have to worry about me. I did it to myself.” As the truth left my lips, a reminiscent of memories ran through my mind. Although the time I had with Ashton was brief, I didn’t actually regret it, any of it. My mother may have scolded me if she ever found out, but wouldn’t any parent? I’m still allowed to make mistakes and if when Ashton and I did was one of them, then so be it.

“Well part of the reason I came over here is because Ashton wanted me too.” I had turned to take my tea off the nightstand, but stopped in mid-motion.

“Are you kidding me?” I spat.

“Let me finish.” She scolded my interruption. “Part of the reason I came over here was because of Ashton. He called me and asked if you were feeling alright because you hadn’t talked to him in a few days. He was actually worried about you. But the majority of the reason I’m here right now is because I am your best friend and I do care when you’re upset. As soon as he mentioned you not talking to, I knew something was up. We have the best friend telepathy stuff. Ya know when you can sense the other person being upset or whatever?” Sophie chuckled at the end of her sentence.   

“Well I highly doubt two things: 1) that telepathy is a real thing and 2) that Ashton was really worried about me. All he wanted was one thing and that’s exactly what I gave him.” I shrugged. Sophie didn’t say anything in return. With a wide grin plastered on her face, she scooted herself next to me on the bed, the tub of ice cream in between us. She grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, making the movie the only thing we could hear despite the outside noise of the busy streets of the city. We stayed like that for a few moments, but knowing Sophie, she wouldn’t stay so relaxed at a moment like this. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye to see her tapping at her chin. “What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“Are you going to stay in this room forever? Or do you plan on getting back out there and enjoying yourself. You know the whole living young and free?”

“I’m going to stay here until I get sick of it, then I’ll move into the living room and when I get sick of that, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go to the roof or something.” I laughed.

“No Y/N seriously, we need to get you back out there. You need to show Ashton that this doesn’t phase  you. That you’re the strong woman I know you to be.” Her words did make me feel triumphant.

“I actually thought about texting Michael, maybe going out on a few dates with him. He seemed really sweet the few times we hung out together.” I didn’t even have to finish my sentence before I saw the smile spread across her devious face.

“Yes! Yes! That’s perfect! What did he say? Are you going out with him?” Oh her questions, never ending.

“I haven’t even talked to him yet. I’m not even sure he would want to go out with me. I don’t think I’m his type.”

“Oh Y/N,” She groaned, sight of disapproval now overriding the happiness. “You need to text him right this second. Right now. He would be stupid not to go out with you. Ugh, you’re so lucky you have me.” She mumbled, snatching my phone from the crease of the comforter.

“Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I tried to pry my phone out of her hands, or at least get a look at what she was up to, but she hopped off the bed before I could. She began talking to herself under her breath and I could only imagine the damage she was causing. I crawled to the edge of the bed, waiting with my hand out for her to give my phone back. Moments later, she smirked, handing my phone back to me almost too easily.

“What did you do?” I groaned, scrolling through. It buzzed and the message icon grew a one from the corner, making me glare up at her. “Did you seriously text Ashton?”

She quickly shook her head, “Nope. Michael.” Sophie was like one of those little kids who every time they did something wrong they were too cute to yell at and afterward you would feel bad for doing so. But I wasn’t going to yell at her for texting Michael, seeing as I had wanted to but couldn’t actually gussy up the courage to go through with it. I could feel myself falling back into my original ways of doing everything exactly how everyone pictured me to do it, without a flaw, or even almost too perfect. I couldn’t stand the thought of being that person again. I had liked who I was with Ashton. “What did he say?”

My eyes read over the message she had sent, then the one he replied, “He said, ‘Sure! How about a movie later?’ With a smiley face at the end.” I dragged my teeth against my lip, feeling myself blush.

“You. Are. So. Welcome.” She cheered, clapping her hands to every word. “Looks like we have to get you ready for a date little missy.”