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The Actor & I: PART TWENTY-EIGHT – Anastasia? Are You Ok?

This is part TWENTY EIGHT of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

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Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: *this next entry will discuss an abusive relationship (emotional and physical) can DM you a recap w/out that part of the story if you need!* Possessiveness, smidge of misogyny, Smut, Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

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The next few days at work fly by as I’m busy preparing to be out of office for over a week to travel to Memphis with Austin, Baz and a few other people from Baz’s team. By the time it’s Friday night, I regret making plans tonight with my friends, but it’ll be good to see them and decompress from work a bit. I change into a black dress after getting ready for the night with my friend Nicole. I’ve been drinking a bit while getting ready and decide to take some pictures and actually post on Instagram, which is not very on brand for me. I giggle posting the photos thinking they’re a bit risqué of me in a mini dress on the bed, but who cares.

A few hours later, we’re leaving dinner with a group of friends and head out to a club, which is not my thing at all, but it’s for our friend Justin’s birthday. Awhile after being on the dance floor and drinking a bit, I decide to sit down and check my phone. As soon as I see the notifications, I feel like I sober up a bit. 3 texts from Kelsey, she’s with us, why is she texting me? 5 texts from Austin, I….

I decide to open Kelsey’s texts first since it’s weird she’s texting me since she’s with us, but she runs over to me before I can read them. “Ana, did you see what I sent you?! Why is he commenting on your Instagram. Like he deleted it, but still,” she screams over the music pulsating through the club. “What,” I yell back at her. She points at my phone before sitting down next to me. Her texts look panicked starting with, “OMG!” to “ANA!!!” and then finally a screenshot of my Instagram. Austin had commented a red heart emoji. I feel myself blush but try to hide it from my best friend.

I then realize I had texts from Austin. I rush to open them but try to shield them from Kelsey who is right next to me.

“Ok, I went to the grocery store and you’re going to think I’m crazy for how much stuff I bought.”

“I know we’re hanging out tomorrow, but what are you up to tonight?” “Your post…you look really great.”

“Where are you headed tonight?”

“Sorry for all the texts, I started drinking with some friends and…I just wanted to talk to you.”

I smile at the last one because I too want to talk to him. I kinda miss him even though we spent a lot of time together this week… As I’m deep in thought about texting Austin back, I see the last person I would ever want to see. What is he doing here? I need out of here.

I feel Kelsey grab my arm and I look at her. It’s the look best friends know what it means right away, “No I’m not ok, we need to leave.” She nods and grabs her purse and I follow suit, but as we’re getting up, my ex, Brandon, approaches me and leans down whispering into my ear, “Oh hey, Anaaa. You look good.” I roll my eyes and nod as politely as I can while gripping onto Kelsey’s arm for dear life.

I look over at my friend Justin and yell over the music, “I’m sorry to leave early on your birthday, but we’re gonna head out!” He comes over and whispers in my ear, “I don’t know why he’s here; I don’t even know the last time I talked to him…” I shrug and hug him as I try to make my way out. Before I can get away from our table, Brandon comes up and tries to pull me away from Kelsey. Kelsey pulls me on the other side of her, placing herself between me and my ex as she shouts at him, “Not tonight, Brandon. Just leave her alone.” Apparently, this is loud enough to get a bouncer’s attention as a bouncer makes his way over to us. I make eye contact with the bouncer and then look at Brandon and it seems the bouncer understands as he goes to ask Brandon to leave.

Kelsey and I try to leave the area, but with a rope tying off the area, we get a little stuck. Brandon comes up behind me following the bouncer and says loudly for anyone to hear, “You look good for a slut. Anyone want an easy time? Look over here.” I try to hide myself out of embarrassment for the scene he’s causing and to hide my expression from Kelsey. I don’t want her to see he still has the ability to make me feel so small. We broke up a while ago after I finally realized he was being abusive to me and it’s taken me time to heal, but his words still hurt. Kelsey pulls me out and before I know it, we’re in an Uber headed to my place.

Once we get back to my place, she offers to come up, but I just tell her I’m tired and gonna go to sleep. I promise to text her the next day and then head upstairs. The minute I get inside I slide down the other side of the door and just burst into tears. It’s not so much what my ex was yelling, just the place it brought me back to. I work so hard to not think about my past and anything that happened with Brandon but seeing him and feeling his grip on my arm. I feel my phone vibrate in my bag and pull it out. It’s just Kelsey letting me know she got home and to call her if I need her. I gasp for breath in between tears and switch from my messages to the phone call screen and before I know it, I’m waiting for an answer.

Eventually, I hear Austin say, “Anastasia? Are you ok? It’s so late.” There’s no way he can’t hear my tears as he then just asks, “Are you at home?” I nod and realize he can’t see me nodding, but I cannot bring myself to stop crying as I just whimper out, “Yyy-es.”

He firmly responds, “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in 15 minutes, ok, Anastasia?”

In what feels like no time at all, Austin arrives to my apartment and softly knocks on the door. I’m still sitting on the floor right against the door, so I just slide up and open the door. Austin is in a t-shirt and sweat shorts and his face falls as soon as he sees me. “Oh, Anastasia, what’s wrong,” he asks as he walks in my apartment and closes the door behind him. He pulls me in immediately into a hug and whispers, “It’s okay, baby. Let’s get you to bed.” He kisses the top of my head and guides me to my room. “Do you wanna take your shoes off and I’ll get you something comfy to wear,” he asks, but I grab his arm. “Don’t go, please,” I quietly beg. I slide out of my heels and lay down on my bed. Austin sits in the space next to me and I can feel him looking at me trying to figure out what to do or say.

Ana, you need to say something. He isn’t your boyfriend, but you called him and begged him to come over.

I tune my thoughts out as I don’t have the energy to be thinking about work or what Austin actually is to me. I just needed my friend who would be there for me without question. Kelsey wouldn’t judge me, but she would just tell me to wisen up and not dwell on it. She’d be right, but I just need to let the emotions out. I can’t bottle up how much seeing my ex and feeling his skin on mine, even if just a brief second, hurt me. It took me back to such a dark place.

While my head is spinning, I realize Austin has gotten up from the bed. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna get you some water,” he says as he bends down to me and rubs my cheek softly with his thumb. I nod and he hurries out to my kitchen. I see him come back towards my bedroom, but he goes into my bathroom. I try to relax my mind and calm myself down to stop crying. I can feel my tears streaming down my face, but I finally am able to catch my breath and feel the sobbing stop.

Austin appears at my side crouched down facing me. He has some Tylenol and water held out for me, which I gladly take. He takes the water glass and offers me a make-up removing wipe, which makes me giggle. “There she is,” he smiles softly at me. I take the wipe from him and sit up a bit to take my make-up off. Once I’m done, he caresses my face with his thumb and says, “Much better.” I can feel more tears coming as I lay down again and I quietly ask, “Come lay down with me?” Austin with zero hesitation slides out of his shoes and is laying down opposite me. He wraps his one arm around me and uses the other to rub my arm. He quietly asks, “Anastasia, do you wanna tell me what happened?”

I sigh and quietly say, “No, but I feel like I owe you an explanation.” He turns me around so I’m facing him, and he says, “You don’t owe me anything. We can just lay here until you fall asleep, ok?” I nod and stay laying facing Austin. I run my fingers on his chest over his t-shirt. His eyes darken quickly, but as I look up into them, they soften back to their normal icy blue and he softly says, “Everything is gonna be ok, Anastasia. I got you, just go to sleep, baby.” I don’t have the energy to fight him on calling me baby, but I can feel my body react for a moment. I get so caught up in my thoughts…

He’s just a friend… but why is he calling me baby? Why did he rush here in the middle of the night? I was ignoring his texts and he came to me immediately when I called… Why is he looking at me like that? I just want to kiss him…

In order to stop from thinking so much and doing something I regret; I decide to open up to him. “I was out with some friends and my ex was at the same place,” I start to say quietly. Austin’s eyes look at me with such focus, like he isn’t just focused on what I’m saying, but how I’m saying it. “We broke up on pretty bad terms… at first, he was my everything. My first boyfriend and my first…well everything. Brandon started out great, but then he was a bit controlling and would lose his temper with me, but just get angry. Then he’d start grabbing me too hard or shoving me, but he’d always apologize like it was an accident,” I continue, and I look away from his eyes. “I remember the first time Brandon hit me, he apologized immediately. I thought I was done right away. But he was so apologetic I took him back a few days later. But then he just kept doing it. He’d hit me or shove me, apologize and we’d move on before he did it again. He started just demanding I stop going out with friends and I really never saw them for months. I had just turned 19 and he took everyone away from me,” I say as I look back up at him.

Austin’s eyes are locked on me, and I can see anger in them. He looks so hurt and I feel bad for unloading this on him. I think he can sense my thoughts as he says, “Anastasia, I’m so sorry. You don’t have to keep going if you don’t feel comfortable. I’m here for you, no matter what. You’re at home. You’re safe. I have you.” I look down from his eyes that are locked into mine and he reaches down and grabs my hand. I look back up at him and he quietly says, “I’m always going to make sure you feel safe. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop you from seeing him tonight.” I squeeze his hand and say, “I want you to know everything. It’s important.” He looks deep in my eyes, like he’s trying to get in my head to know what I’m thinking. He nods and I continue, “I was in class one day and ran into Kelsey, who immediately knew something was off. I didn’t look like myself, I was weak and just drained of any visible life, pale, thin and just no light in my eyes. It was summer, but I was wearing long sleeves and pants. She got it out of me that he was just hurting me, but she didn’t need to know anymore.”

I start to cry and Austin pulls me into him as he strokes my hair and says, “Anastasia, you’re so brave. You’re out of that time in your life and you’re so loved. You have everyone here for you and you’re safe.” I start to cry even harder. He barely knows me, but knows what I need to hear to be comforted… I bring myself to stop crying and continue, “I spent months living with Kelsey after she helped me just load up my stuff and never even say anything to Brandon other than ‘I’m leaving.’ I changed my number, stopped using social media and just learned to be myself again… My friend group, which was also his friend group, stopped hanging out with him. I really had a clean break from him once I regained my sense of self.”

Austin looks deep into my eyes as he pulls me out of our embrace and says, “I’m so happy you were able to do that for yourself. It’s why you so strong willed, you can really do anything you set your mind to. It’s why I like being around you so much. Anastasia, thank you for telling me.” He pulls me back into him and I grip my arms around him as we’re laying in my bed, on top of the covers and facing one another. I feel so much lighter after telling him all this; like he really knows the real me now. It’s ugly, but it’s what made me the person I am. “He’s the only person I’ve been with and just hearing him say things about me… just really affected me and I just had to come home,” I whisper, and I can feel his body tense up. Austin says, “Anastasia, don’t worry about anything he has to say. I’ve got you.”

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storiesbymads · 6 years

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BUSTED ( scott reed . )

Scott and his girlfriend get caught reaching third base in the locker room.

warnings: smut, pwp, oral (male recieving), swearing, public sex

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Baby, you’re gonna have to be real quick if we’re gonna do this,” Scott said, hesitantly leading you into the boy’s locker room after making sure everyone had left.

“And you’re gonna have to be quiet,” You chuckled as he pressed you against the door to the room, smirking as his hot breath fanned across your face. His practice uniform was balled up in your fists as you pulled him closer to you, the thrill of his team so nearby excited you.

“I don’t think I’m the one that usually has a prob-” his voice was cut short by his own moan, the angelic sound echoing around the empty room. You were pressing kisses against his jaw, trailing your tongue over the edge before moving to his neck. The feeling was causing his adams apple to bop incessantly.

“Y/N/N, please,” he whined as his hands moved to grasp your hips, his fingertips digging into the covered flesh slightly. You shushed him before pecking his lips and dragging him to a locker, pressing his back against it as you knelt in front of him. A very visible tent had formed in his pants by now, begging to be released as more whines trickled out from him.

His belt was unbuckled and thrown onto the ground beside you, his actions becoming more and more impatient the longer you teased him. You popped open the two buttons, helping him push the fabric low enough but not too low incase someone were to barge in at any moment. The boxer briefs he was wearing now looked painfully tight as you palmed him through them, his face flushed and lust clouding his vision.

“Do. Something,” he grumbled as his fingers threaded themselves through your hair.

“What was that, Scotty,” your voice was laced with fake innocence as you slipped yours fingers into the waistband, tugging slightly to tease him. A wet spot had started to form in the front of his boxers from pre-cum, the look on his face seemed more pained than anything as he tried to restrain himself from yanking down his boxers and completing the job with your mouth himself.

“Fuck, if you don’t do something soon, I’m breaking up with you,” a strangled groan came from him as you slipped his boxer briefs down to meet his pants, balling up the front of his practice jersey to move it out of your way. A small kiss was pressed to his bright red tip before you took him in, going down about half way before pulling up. Loud moans were now coming from Scott, anyone in the school could probably hear him by now but it’s not like you were going to stop now.

“You like that, Scotty?” you asked as your hand began to pump him, collecting saliva from where your mouth had been and spreading it.

“Fuck, so much,” you looked up through hooded eyes to see his own screwed shut, his head thrown back against the top of the gym lockers. You continued to look up at him as you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing back and forth while your tongue swirled around when you reached the head. His cock began to hit the back of your throat, the sensation causing you to audibly gag as more groans came from Scott.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl,” his voice came out shaky as he ran his fingers through your hair to move it out of your face. His dick twitched slightly as you continued to deep throat him before a loud bang echoed through the room, signalling someone else had entered the locker room.

“Scott, the coa-” Zach’s voice rang out as you pulled off of Scott, his cum running down your throat as you swallowed everything he had let out. You helped Scott pull his pants and boxers up, covering himself from his teammate as his already flushed face turned an even brighter red.

“Well, now I know why you’re missing, should I just tell Coach you left and I couldn’t find you,” Zach said as his hand flew to cover his eyes from the unholy act he’d just witnessed.

“Y-yeah, yeah, whatever works for you,” Scott’s voice came out as more of a squeak as he answered, moving to stand in front of you as you just laughed at the ordeal. A short glare was sent your way as Zach exited to locker room, Scott’s hand reaching for yours as he led you out shortly after.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked him as he rushed you to his car, fumbling with the keys.

“It’s your turn now,” he grumbled, slamming his car door shut as he placed a hand on your thigh and started the car.

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fanficgirl429 · 6 years

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Scott Reed Smut

Y/N wandered the busy halls of Liberty High School, with one purpose in mind, actually with one particular person in mind. It almost the last period of the day which meant she had a free period, aka she was done for the day. The one particular person she was looking for also had a free period and there was only one thing she wanted to do.

The hallway that she had just walked down ended, so she decided to make a right, knowing that his locker was closeby. As she rounded the corner, directly in front of her was a group of baseball players standing in a circle. Quickly, she looked at the boys locking eyes with the blue eyed one. He gave her a small smile as she walked past.

On her left was her locker and she stopped at it, placing her two heavy textbooks inside. Her eyes wandered over to the group of boys again, the blue eyed boy’s back to her. At that moment, her phone vibrated from her back pocket. Taking it out, she quickly read the text that lit up her screen.

Closet. Two minutes.

Smiling, she placed her phone back in her pocket before closing her locker.

The warning bell for the last period rang and Y/N watched classmates say their goodbyes and head to their last class of the day. Luckily for Y/N her last class was a free period. Normally she would go to the library to do homework but today she had something else in mind.

Earlier today she had seen him during gym (they had the same gym time but different teachers) and watched him play football with some of the guys in his class. During her entire class, she spent most of it zoned out watching him. The way his gray t shirt fit his body, showing off his muscles in his arms. Every now and then if he reached up trying to catch the ball, his shirt would slip up, showing just a bit of his stomach and the tops of his boxer briefs.

Images of the last time she was with him kept replaying through her mind. His lips against hers, kissing her hungrily, hands moving across her body, feeling every inch of her. Her core began to throb the longer she looked at him. At point he made eye contact with her, flashing her a grin.

The last time she had been with him was last weekend at a party. Somehow they had both managed to sneak away from their friends without anyone noticing. They had met upstairs, him grabbing her hand, pulling her towards the bedroom. To both of their dismay the four bedrooms were being used, leaving only the bathroom. Not wanting to wait any longer, they looked at each other and shrugged, closing the door behind them.

The two of them had been hooking up for about a month now without anyone catching on. Y/N knew that if her friends found out she was hooking up with a baseball player she would never hear the end of it. For him, if his friends found out that he was seeing one of the quieter girls at the school, they would pester him about how it was and he was not ready for that. He didn’t like to share details about his sex life. Frankly it was none of his friends business.

Y/N stood against the lockers, her arms crossed over her chest, thinking about the things she wanted to do to him.

She could hear footsteps approaching and smiled when he rounded the corner, looking as good as ever. He had on his white and blue baseball jersey, ready for the game that night. His arm muscles were visible underneath the short sleeves and he had his backpack hanging loosely off one shoulder, one hand holding onto the strap.

“Hey,” he said, approaching, coming to a stop in front of her.

“Hi Scott,” Y/N answered, smiling.

He looked over at the closet door, smirking. “Are you sure you’re ok with this? Doing it here?”

“Absolutely,” Y/N replied. “You look so damn hott in today.”

Scott laughed at her response, placing a kiss on her lips. Taking a final glance at the hallway, Scott opened the wooden door, revealing a small closet. Shelves adorned two of the concrete walls, holding cleaning chemicals and supplies.

Closing the door behind him his hands instantly gripped her waist, pulling her closer to him. Scott’s fingers played with the waistband of her skinny jeans as he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers. The taste of mint lingered on his lips as they slowly moved against hers. By now they had figured out what each other liked allowing their bodies to sync together, almost instantly. His tongue quickly found its way to her mouth, running along her lips before she granted entrance before tangling together fighting for dominance.

His fingers unbuttoned Y/N’s jeans, sliding under her underwear and down to her core. He ran his fingers along her folds feeling the wetness that had begun to form. Y/N let out a soft moan as he began to rub two fingers over her sensitive spot, knowing exactly what she liked. His lips moved from her lips across her cheek and down to her neck, leaving soft kisses along her skin being careful not to leave any marks.

Scott took a step towards Y/N, pushing her against the concrete wall. His waist pressed against hers and she could feel his erection through his gray jeans, pressing against her stomach. Reaching down, she placed her hand against it, gently squeezing causing him to let out a soft moan.

Y/N giggled, placing a hand over his mouth. “Quiet,” she whispered.

Scott playfully bit her hand before she pulled it away, placing it on his waist. She pulled him against her, placing her lips on his, kissing him desperately. They fumbled around together, Y/N pulling her jeans down her legs and kicking them to the side as Scott pulled his jeans down to his knees.

His erection was evident through the tight material of his black boxer briefs and Y/N pulled them down, allowing his length to be free. It slapped against his stomach as she grabbed it, running her hand along it.

Placing her hand on his stomach, Y/N pushed him back, kneeling down in front of him. Her tongue moved along the tip, licking the precum that had begun to form. Her lips slid onto him, slowly moving down his length before very slowly moving her lips up and down, feeling Scott’s body tense up from her touch. She loved the effect that she had on him. It was driving him crazy and she would keep going until he put a stop to it.

Scott’s hips thrust forward and at that exact moment, he placed a hand in her hair, pulling her away from him.

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling her up and placing her back against the wall.

His hand moved to the back of her left thigh, wrapping it around his waist. Y/N reached down and began to move his length along her throbbing core, over the material of her underwear. Scott gently moved his hips against hers, very clearly becoming impatient.

His pushed aside her underwear, lining himself up with her, as he reached behind her right leg grasping the back of her thigh. He picked her up, allowing her to wrap both legs around his waist before he slid his into her, causing her let out a gasp. His hips moved against her’s, thrusting quickly. The little closet was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their heavy breathing. They were both too distracted to think about anyone finding them as they both got closer to their high.

Scott’s head was buried in Y/N’s shoulder and she could feel his warm breath against her skin. She placed her head against his shoulder, trying to muffle a moan that was begging to escape. Scott chuckled as she moaned, not being able to hold it in any longer. Playfully she slapped his shoulder, just as she felt a knot begin to form in her stomach.

With three more quick thrusts, Y/N’s walls clenched around Scott as he released into her, a string of curse words muffled against her shoulder.

Gently, Scott placed Y/N on the ground, her hand clenching onto his arm, her legs weak from her high.

“Can you stand?” Scott whispered.

“What do you think?” Y/N responded, sarcastically.

Scott let out a soft laugh, placing an arm around her waist. “Next time I’ll try not to go so hard,” he joked.

“Ha ha,” Y/N said.

“You have to admit it was pretty hott knowing we could get caught at any second” Scott said.

Y/N thought for a moment. “It was but nothing will be beat that one time in the car...”

Scott nodded, his head, agreeing. “Well we just have to try to beat the car one, which judging from what just happened might be possible.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years

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Closeness in a Closet🔥 - Scott Reed x Reader

Summary: Whilst looking for evidence, you and Scott end up in a closet. It leaves the both of you time to mull over emotions as you wait to leave.

Someone had been leaving Clay polaroids. Disgusting ones, that did declare Bryce Walker a rapist, but that was what he was. They were evidence.

"You want me to what?" You asked Clay again, so that you could be sure you heard him right.

Ever since Hannah died, he was willing to go to extremes. No matter who got in the crossfire.

"Stay at school overnight, to see if anyone leaves a photo in my locker again." Why could he not do it?

You hated Liberty as it was, being locked in here when it was dark was not going to help. "You thought it was Reed, so why not just ask him?"

Scott Reed, the jock who hung out with Bryce Walker. He wasn't all bad, but he was a jock nonetheless.

Jocks carried a toxicity with them, wherever they went. Scott was no different. He couldn't be. He was a hormonal teenage boy like the rest of them, thinking with his dick rather than his brain.

"Of Bryce." You finished for him.

"I can't lose the chance of no more photos being left." Clay answered your question, his voice lowered so that this conversation was strictly between the two of you. People at liberty always stuck their noses in places they didn't belong, hence why Hannah was dead. "If it is him, he's scared."

It wasn't a surprise. The Walkers were a powerful family, using their wealth and reputation to bend the rules.

"Scared." You laughed. Sure Scott seemed different, but they were all the same. For all the two of you knew he was a rapist too.

It wasn't like Bryce just allowed goody two shoes' in the clubhouse. Even the mention of that place sent riddled shivers up your spine. "I'll do it, but only to prove you wrong."

If there was anything you loved more than watching the popular sports players getting their asses kicked, it was correcting Clay.

The boy always was so certain on things. But he wasn't right every time. It was impossible to be.

You walked with the boy to the cafeteria, finding Zach, whom you still held a little grudge on considering his previous group, Jessica whom was one of many of Bryce Walker's victims, and Alex, who was still recovering from his suicide attempt.

Everywhere you looked, you saw the effects of jocks. A few tables away, they were seated, laughing their asses off at something that was most likely crude and immature.

Monty clearly was the instigator of whatever joke that had just been made. The guy looked so proud and smug with himself. It was ridiculous.

But Scott wasn't joining in with the amusement. His mouth was upturned a little, but his gaze was wandering around the room, as if he was trying to avoid contact with any of them despite being seated at the same table.

And then his gaze met yours, whip made you whip your head away from facing that direction.

You couldn't have him being suspicious. You had to find out first if he really was the one lending a helping hand.

"Have you done the biology work?" Zach asked you. You weren't sure why he had began to be so interested in you. It was as if he wanted to help you.

"Of course." You smirked, stabbing your fork into the food.

Zach wasn't all bad. Maybe Scott wasn't either. But they still carried the bats on their backs, like scars in their skin. They would always be jocks, no matter how kind or sweet they were.

....

You hid in the girls locker room to avoid the janitors. When the coast was clear you exited, peeking at your phone to keep an eye on the time.

Clay hadn't messaged you. He must have been assuming that you were all good. But you weren't.

You were on edge. There was no one in sight, not that you'd have been able to see them anyway, it was dark. So dark.

As you walked in the hallway, you went into a janitors closet, which you had to pick with your hairpin.

It's not that you wore them, you merely carried them for the purpose of lockpicking alone. Seeing as you weren't all as lucky as Bryce, some of you had to bend the rules yourself to just get by.

And so you peeked through the window, that was fogged with dust, only to see a silhouette wandering in the vacant hall.

Who was it, and why were they coming towards where you were hidden? You could barely see their face, so it must've have been difficult for them to spot yours.

And then the door opened, revealing Scott.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You hissed at him, not sure whether you were asking about the intrusion or the pictures.

He made no attempt to answer just yet, instead he brushed past you, closing the door after he was fully in. "The same as you."

"Well, what do you think I'm doing?" He asked much more kindly than you did.

"I know (Y/N). I heard you and Clay, and I saw him drop one of the photos the other day. I want to know who's leaving a trail of them."

He couldn't be serious. He was the only suspect you had so far, and he was dismissing that it was him.

"Why? So you can secure them for your rapist friend, so that it doesn't go to court and drag the lot of you down?" Your finger prodded his chest, taunting the possible idea.

"I'm not a rapist." His statement seemed sincere. And it was you would've been able to tell if you could see the pain in his eyes.

"Okay." You weren't completely convinced.

"Okay?" He asked incredulously. "I want this all to end, the same as you do."

"Then why do you hang with Bryce and Monty? If they're around, this shit isn't going to have an end." You heaved, angry at the boy. You had been angry at him for so long, it was like you had forgotten who he was.

"Because I'm expected to. I know things and if I left, I'd have to pay a price. A painful one."

"Some friends." You remarked.

"I know that my contact with them is why you never called me back." He was no longer focused on the dirty window, instead his gaze was on you.

"It wasn't just you, so don't be so self centred." You had a life, one that you weren't proud of. But you were changing it all around. Maybe Scott was trying to do the same, but you couldn't be sure.

"I know." He gave you a small, almost guilty smile that was lit by no light. "And now you have to go to court. But you should know that the guys are keeping an eye on you. They're aware you know more about them than you're letting on."

"I saw things Scott. I heard things, and the clarity that they are what they are doesn't make any of it better." Your anger was no longer directed at him. It was instead targeted at yourself. "Monty persuaded me that you weren't interested, that you were just playing with me as if I was some discardable toy. And then he wanted to prove he could treat me better than you could."

Pursing your lips together, you couldn't help but feel ashamed. And to know Monty was still watching you made you want to vomit.

"He didn't -"

"No Scott." You dismissed his idea. "I consented. All that I had felt from the tapes, I needed to let go somehow."

"I'm gonna kill him either way." His teeth gritted together in irritance. He had never been a fan of Monty, but now he resented the guy.

"Don't, unless you want to go to court to." You shrugged your shoulders. Court. You had to go there, explain yourself and your behaviour towards a sweet girl who you had made give up. You should have helped, not the opposite.

"What Monty said, it wasn't real. I really liked you, and he just had to fuck with it."

"I really liked you too Reed." The past tense was in the air but something else made sparks shoot through the presence.

After you spoke, the two of you launched into each other, your lips mingling together, your hands in his hair, ruffling it and his own massaging your hips.

There wasn't anything else that needed to be said. It could all just be made clear with actions. With your bodies and the desire that had lingered in them.

His tongue pressed its way into your mouth, and yours danced with it. There was a sweetness to the passion, as though Monty had never got involved.

"I have to-" You tried to break away, although you didn't want to.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He told you, going to pull away, but you pulled him back.

There was only a chance you would miss the anonymous suspect. So why not carry on?

Your thumb plucked at the zipped of his jeans, pulling down the metal ridges. He went to pull the denim down further, as you did the same with your own.

Both of your trousers were thrown to the floor, leaving you in your tops and undergarments. In an aroused haze, you removed your underwear and seated yourself onto the janitors trolley, that was pressed against the wall for stability.

Scott came between your legs, nudging his forehead against your own. "Tell me you want this."

He sought confirmation, and so you nodded but that wasn't enough for him. "I need to hear you say it."

"I wanted this since we first started seeing each other." The two of you had never gotten around to it due to the false rumours, but now was the moment.

His hands pushed down his boxers, and he allowed his tip to nudge at your entrance. He slid it into you, staying still for enough time to ensure you were comfortable.

You threw your head back at the sensation of the stretch. This wasn't how you had planned tonight, but you sure as hell weren't complaining.

And then he started moving, which had you stifling your noises. You had to be alert, in case the secret message came by. Even if you were to enthralled in pleasure currently.

"Fuck."

Fuck indeed. For you hadn't noticed the tall inconspicuous boy walking to Clay's locker, slipping in the polaroid and stalking away.

Zach should have known that someone would eventually start keeping watch, but from the whimpers coming through the door, you were clearly preoccupied.

"You feel so good." Scott rocked his hips before he let go inside of you, which made you unravel.

He gave a few more light thrusts before softly pulling out. "So what now?"

Scott scratched the back of his neck, before he helped you redress, and then doing so himself.

"Can I come to your hearing?" It made you Jump. It wasn't what you had been expecting.

"Scott, you said yourself that Bryce is keeping an eye on me. That's not a good idea."

He looked away, but you brought his face back towards yours with a stroke of your hand. "We should play it safe."

"I want to be there for you, because I wasn't with all that happened." He had watched you blame yourself but never comforted you. Now was his chance.

"Fine."

...

Clay stood waiting for you. "Did you see who it was?"

Shit. Why did that have to be the first thing that he asked you?

"No." You dragged the word out. "But it's not Scott."

"How do you know?"

That was something you didn't want to get into details to explain.

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snowflakewriter · 4 years

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One Last Time Sequel

A/N: Sorry for being a bit behind on my posting scheduel. As requested here is a Sequel to One Last Time. Enjoy :)

Word count: 864

Warnings: mentions of a dead person

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5.1 Part 5.2

Gif doesn't belong to me

We’ve been on the road for the past 6 months and it couldn’t have been more perfect. Each day was a new beginning and every week was a new destination. Our current location is the beautiful Island and the beautiful beaches of the Maldives. We have been here for a week now and neither Winston nor I want to leave. Maybe we could settle down here and take online college courses instead of going to an actual college and staying at a campus. It would still be a unique college experience for both of us. We are renting a small house by the beach. The house includes 2 bedrooms, a huge kitchen, a huge bathroom, a small study, and a direct path to the beach. It also has a garage.

Tonight is a beautiful night to start a fire and sit under the stars on the sand. “Hey Winston, would you please prepare the fire while I make us some tea and grab a wine bottle for later ?” I asked Winston. “Sure,” he said and went to prepare the fire. “Uhm Y/N” Winston called. “Do you maybe want to go for a walk by the beach before we sit by the fire.” “Sure,” I said, “Just let me go make us some tea and grab the wine bottle.” I went inside and started preparing our tea. After that, I grabbed the wine bottle and went outside again. I handed Winston his mug and left the wine bottle in the sand. We walked in comfortable silence. The waves touching our feet, the wind in our hair and the moon, the moon being our only source of light, while the stars are guiding us. I never saw such a clear sky, as today. It felt like you could see through the galaxy. Such comfortable silent walks by the beach reminded me of the many I shared with Monty. We usually went for those walks when one of us needed to get away from home. It didn’t matter who was getting away from what or why we were meeting up late at night by the beach. The only thing that mattered to us is that we could find comfort in one another. We talked about everything and nothing. It was our way of getting everything off our chests, our escape. This reminds me that I really miss him. I really miss Montgomery de la Cruz. My best friend. He wasn’t the most innocent or the calmest person but he still was always there when I needed him. He was afraid to tell me about what his dad did to him because he wanted to protect me. I eventually figured everything out and confronted him. That’s when he finally admitted it. Ever since then he’d stay at my place when he couldn’t stay at Bryce’s. If Monty wasn’t home, he’d either be at my place, at Bryce’s, or at Winston’s.

“Y/N,” I left my trail of thoughts when I heard Winston call me. I turned my face to look at him and smiled. “You were really deep in your thoughts. What’s on your mind?” “I-I just remembered Monty and how much I miss him,” I said. “I miss him too. Our first “hang out” as he liked to call it and “date” as I liked to call it, was at a beach. He took me to the beach and showed me his spot. He told me that you were the only one that knew this spot existed,” I smiled at Winson. “He was very nervous about your “hang out”. He came over to me and was a mess. He didn’t know what to wear or how to behave. He forgot how to breathe. He didn’t even know where to take you.” I laughed. “Monty nervous. I would’ve loved to see that.” Winston said laughing. There was a moment of silence. “He was damaged,” Winston mumbled. “Very,” I said. “His dad would beat him up the moment he sees him. He destroyed him. He refused to tell me about his dad for the longest time possible. He was afraid his dad would beat me up too. Until I figured it out and confronted him.” “He needed a safe place and was and would always be you Y/N. Not just for him but also for me,” I smiled. “He was fragile, vulnerable, and had so much potential, the potential that got wasted,” I said. “I know. Do you want to head back to our fire?” asked Winston. I took the last sip of my tea and Winston handed me his mug and I nodded. “Let’s head back.” I brought our mugs inside and grabbed a blanket. Winston and I cuddled. We laid under the blanket looking at the stars. “You know he cared for both of us and just wanted to protect us.” I nodded. “If only Monty was here. He’d love it here. The beach, the house, or privacy.” “He’d loved it.” “We could stay here if you want,” said Winston. “I’d like that. At least we’ll have a piece of him with us,” I mumbled falling asleep, only minutes later did Winston fall asleep too.

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heatherhollowayst · 5 years

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Do to the lack of Zach Dempsey imagines (and 13 reasons why 3 imagines in general) I have decided I will be opening requests!

I will be writing for:

Zach Dempsey

Justin Foley

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cityofimagines · 6 years

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showing off lingerie to scott reed would include...

Request: (this was a comment under the justin version i did)

A/N: hope all my scott girls enjoy this ;)

Warnings: mentions of smut

so scott would text you saying “i’m coming over i miss you”

and you would take this as the perfect opportunity to finally show off your new lingerie

which, might i add, he bought

he would have shyly given it to you as a birthday or christmas or just random present

“i thought this would look beautiful on you baby”

and you’ve yet to wear it for him

until tonight

it would be the evening when he got to your house, so you’d be wearing loose pajamas over everything

and you’d greet him as normal and he’d just be so happy to see you

you would end up in your room on your bed just staring up at the ceiling and talking about whatever

which would lead to a makeout session

your big t shirt would slowly slide off your shoulder revealing what was underneath

and scott would start blushing (precious bb) and just be like “is that...”

and you would suddenly change the mood and smirk and be like “i guess you’ll just have to find out”

the lust in his eyes becomes so evident

but nevertheless he would take your shirt off so gently

“you look so fucking good princess”

his hands running up and down your sides and hips like 10,000 times throughout the night

the longest foreplay of your life because he wants to savour every moment of seeing you in this lingerie he bought you

him being so whiny and needy

“baby please touch me, i need you so bad” (OOF)

you purposely taking everything sooo slowly just to tease him

but when he finally couldn’t take it anymore he would just quickly take everything off you and it wouldn’t matter if it ripped because

“i’m buying you so much more of this baby girl.”

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jjmaebank · 6 years

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Scott Reed - Your First Time

Request: hey could you do a scott reed smut about their first time together after a year, where both of them are virgins and y/n is confused by that and it's just really goofy and fluffy + possibly a morning after? can it still be when they're in highschool?

Warning: **SMUT, smut, smut and more SMUT !!**

Words: 2.3k

You and your boyfriend Scott had both planned a movie night for tonight. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, but instead of throwing a party like many had suggested, you decided you finally wanted to lose your virginity to Scott. The two of you had been together a year and you decided you were finally ready for him to take your virginity, but you were also taking his which made the ordeal all the more special.

Scott would arrive any minute now, but you’d yet to tell him of your plans for the night. As if on cue, the door bell rang and you sprinted downstairs to greet your boyfriend. You opened the door and saw your boyfriend standing there, grinning with a bunch of movies in his hand.

“Hey, babe,” he said, giving you a quick kiss, “ready for the movie marathon of the century?”

“Of course, what are we watching?” You smiled.

“Well, I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I brought a whole range. We have ‘Finding Nemo’ if you’re feeling Disney, I brought ‘Saw II” if you’re feeling horror, and hm, well I brought the Notebook well because apparently girls like that shit? But let’s please not watch the Noteboo-”

“We’re watching the Notebook,” you smiled, then laughing at Scott’s expression dropping.

“I didn’t even finish the list (Y/N), I beg,” he pleaded, following you to the TV, closing the front door behind him.

“Well, think about it this way, Scott, I’ve seen the Notebook plenty of times, and you’ll find it boring, meaning well...we’ll have no other option than to do other stuff as a source of entertainment...” you said, wiggling your eyebrows flirtatiously.

Scott seemed to see where you were going, “Oh on second though, I love the Notebook, let’s watch the Notebook.”

The both of you began to watch the Notebook, and in all honest opinion, you’d seen it so many times it was just a chore for you now. You snuggled up to Scott under a blanket and you could tell he was impatient for you two to do anything other than watch the movie.

“Who even made this poor excuse of a movie?” Scott complained.

“Shush, Scott, you have to admire the beauty that is Ryan Gosling,” you said, causing him to roll his eyes.

You made it to the scene where they begin to have sex when you turned to Scott and decided it was an appropriate time to let him know how you felt.

“Scott?” You asked.

“Mhm...?” Scott responded, now of all times his attention being entirely focused on the screen.

“Are you all of a sudden paying attention because they’re having sex?” You laughed.

“W-what? No...I just-” He stuttered, going a little red. The two of you obviously having never had sex, didn’t talk much about the matter.

You paused for a bit before saying, “Scott, I’m ready.”

“Huh? Ready for what?” Scott said, sounding confused.

“I’m ready to you know...do it...have sex. I want to lose my virginity to you,” you said nervously, awaiting his reaction.

Scott perked up and devoted his full attention to you now.

“Wait...like now?” He asked, excitement showing through his voice.

You nodded, taking his hand in yours.

“(Y/N), are you sure? We don’t have to yet if you’re not 100% ready...I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything,” he said, looking into your eyes to see any signs of regret or anything that might hint to him you didn’t truly want to.

“No, Scott, I am sure of this, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I know that it’s you who I want to lose it to and I’m ready, are you?”

“What, oh my god yes...yes I am so ready babe, I just want to make sure you are,” he said, a bounce to his words.

“Well I am,” you murmured, then pulling him closer to you.

Scott pressed his lips against yours, your entire body igniting with a firey passion and lust for him. You turned your head slightly and deepened the kiss whilst changing your position so that you were straddling him. Scott’s hands fell to your hips and then slowly lowered to your ass, squeezing it gently, causing you to gasp. He took his opportunity and dove in, his tongue battling yours for dominance. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to run your fingers through the roots of his bronze locks, tugging at them slightly, making him groan. Hearing him groan turned you on even more, knowing you were causing him pleasure.

“(Y/N), we should...we should go up to your room don’t you think?” He said in a husky voice in between kisses.

“Mmm, that sounds like a good idea,” you nodded, connecting your lips to his again.

Scott picked you up, your legs wrapping around his torso while his hands supported you from beneath. He was strong enough to carry you up the stairs while maintaining contact with your lips. Once he reached your room, he gently laid you down on your bed, clambering on top of you, pinning your arms to the bed. Scott pulled away from the kiss before pressing open mouthed kisses down your neck, causing you to close your eyes, your mouth agape. Scott continued to kiss down your neck, reaching your chest, beginning to unbutton your shirt with his hands.

You took this as an opportunity to roll him over so that you were straddling him again and you removed your shirt in front of him, his eyes lustfully wandering over your exposed skin. You tossed the unwanted clothing to the side and reattaching your lips to his. You bit his bottom lip, softly tugging at it, desperate to hear that sound escape his lips again. Scott moaned into your mouth and his hands falling to your hips again.

All of a sudden, Scott began to move your hips against his in a rocking motion, causing you to take a sharp breath in at the euphoric sensation that began to spread between your legs.

“Scott...” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

He let go of your hips, letting you take control which you did. You started grinding your hips against his growing erection, small grunts escaping his mouth.

“Fucking hell, (Y/N), I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he said, before flipping you over so he was hovering over you on the bed again.

Scott’s hands ran down your body and stopped at the waist line of your pyjama shorts, before slowly tugging them off. You grabbed Scott by the hem of his shirt, pulling it off him swiftly to expose his toned abdomen. You watched as he moved down your body, pressing hot kisses against your skin making you shudder at the sensation. He kissed down your stomach, making you bite your bottom lip. You wondered where he’d learnt all this.

You turned your head to the side as you felt his breath near your entrance, your face going hot when he slid your underwear off smoothly, disposing of it swiftly.

“Are you still sure about this?” Scott murmured, hesitant and worried he’d made you uncomfortable.

You nodded, “Are you?”

He nodded back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before moving down again. You moaned loudly when you felt his tongue on you, your back arching off the bed. Why the fuck were you just now doing this?

“Oh my god, Scott,” you moaned as his tongue swirled around in you, your hips gently bucking against his face.

You ran your hands through Scott’s hair, breathy moans escaping your lips as he continued to work wonders with his mouth.

“Please...” you whimpered, not even sure what you were asking but at this point you didn’t care.

“Fuck!” You cursed as he hit a bundle of nerves, your heart pounding and your breathing becoming erratic.

After a few moments, you feel Scott slide a finger inside you, making you suck a breath in, the feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“This is going to help stretch you out,” he reassures.

“How do you know all this,” you ask in between breaths.

“I-uh, I read a lot about it...you know...I just wanted to make sure I would do it right with you...” he said, getting a little flustered, but you admired how he wanted to know how to please you in advance.

“Whatever site you got this off...got it damn right...” you panted as you felt him place another finger inside you, his fingers pumping in and out, distracting you from the uncomfortable feeling.

Suddenly, your legs tensed up as Scott’s finger hit a spot but he removed his fingers before you felt it again. He sat up, connecting his lips to yours once more before grabbing a condom from his wallet in his back pocket. You looked at him, confused as to why he had one with him if he hadn’t known this would happen.

“I-uh always carry one around...you know incase someone else needs one...” he stuttered.

“I’m sure that’s the case Scott,” you laughed.

He blushed and got back on the bed before hovering over you, unhooking your bra from behind, with a little difficulty.

His hands went straight to your exposed chest after he discarded your bra, his lips attaching to your breast while his hand kneaded the other.

“Scott,” you moaned quietly, making him look up at you, “I’m ready.”

He looks into your eyes once more before nodding. He pulled off his trousers, then boxers, his erect member slapping his abdomen. Your eyes widened and your cheeks reddened as he slid the condom on.

“Sorry, babe,” he blushed.

Scott crawled on top of you, looking you in the eye, searching for your approval which you gave through a smile and a nod. He kissed you passionately as he lined himself up at your entrance. He slid himself up and down your folds, causing you to buck your hips.

“I’m not gonna lie, this might hurt,” he said, maintaining eye contact with you, “or at least it’s uh-supposed to.”

He interlocked fingers with yours before murmuring, “I love you.”

He slowly pushed inside of you and you bit your lip to keep from crying out as he hissed.

“Fucking hell,” he moaned out as you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut.

His face contorted into a worried expression, “Oh fuck, (Y/N), am I hurting you that bad, shit, I’m so sorry.”

He began to pull out hurriedly, worried he was hurting you too much but you stopped him.

“No, Scott...I’m fine, you just have to let me adjust...” you said, trying to forget about the burning sensation between your legs.

“O-okay...” he said, unsure.

“You just have to keep going or it won’t work...” you said.

You nodded for Scott to continue and he kissed your forehead as you breathed deeply, trying to ignore the pain. You gasped as you felt him completely inside of you, the stinging sensation taking over.

“It hurts,” you whimpered again, causing him to hold you in his arms and kiss you.

“I know baby, but it will go away soon,” Scott said, his voice tense.

“You’re really tight,” he added, you laughed despite the pain you felt.

“What did you expect?” You retorted, focusing on the look of pleasure on his face, which was doing unexplainable things to you.

“I think...I’m okay now,” you said after a minute.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” He asked, and you nodded in response.

You arched your back slightly as he pulled back out, before pushing into you completely.

“Shit,” you moaned, gripping Scott’s biceps tightly as the pleasure sparked up your spine, your insides twisting.

“M-move Scott...please, I need you,” you moaned, the stinging sensation still there but only as a numbing sensation in the back, it was bearable.

You began to move your hips to feel the euphoric sensation again. Scott started moving back and forth, your eyes closing as he thrusted into you, your body now becoming completely overcome by pleasure. This wasn’t like anything you’d felt before, it felt so goof you couldn’t even describe it.

He began thrusting deeper and deeper inside you, grunting with each thrust, making you moan even louder and causing your legs to tremble.

“Oh my god....fuck, fuck!” You moaned, running your nails down his back as he brought you to another world while he groaned loudly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Scott whispered to you before attaching his lips to yours, moving position slightly so that he could hit you at a new angle, causing your stomach to clench.

“S-scott,” you cried, feeling the pressure build up in your lower region.

“I love you (Y/N)...so...fucking...much,” he groaned, burying his face into your neck.

“I love you too,” you said, your voice three octaves higher as you focused on the immense pleasure you were feeling.

Scott began to pound into you faster and harder, making you moan out louder than you’d done the whole night, every thrust making your toes curl. You couldn’t do anything but moan and gasp in ecstasy as your body started to shake as your orgasm washed over you, wave after wave of pleasure.

Scott’s thrusts became sloppier as he groaned and neared his high. He pounded into you a few more time before stilling and groaning loudly as he attached his lips to yours again, both of you coming down from your highs.

You let out a deep breath, your entire body covered in sweat as you wiped the tears you’d released initially due to the pain, from your face.

“That was fucking amazing,” Scott gasped, pulling out and then falling on his back on the bed.

“I know...” you said, taking deep breaths, still recovering.

“I love you so fucking much, (Y/N),” Scott said, looking over at you.

“I love you even more, Scott,” you replied, voice still shaky.

“Impossible,” he smiled, kissing you on the lips gently.

You’d finally lost your virginity to the boy you loved and you couldn’t have been more ecstatic about it.

A/N: jeeez i didn’t realise how long that was oops, i feel fuckin dirty but enjoyyyy ;)

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userkhael · 3 years

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betrothed

Summary: The First Duke of Suffolk is a rake through and through so when he was betrothed to you, you felt anger. But when his lips are on yours, somehow that rage goes away.

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Warning: Period Drama setting, SMUT, arranged marriage, angsty, a bit of enemy to lovers vibe, fingering, irrumatio

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: Please forgive me for mistakes, this is my first Charles Brandon fic. This may veer away from the show. I haven’t watched The Tudors but always comes across Charles Brandon posts or GIFs and Henry is uh ✨ scrumptious ✨ in that character ( I mean every singe character) but this burst of inspiration came to mind while I’m in the middle of writing You, Always so I just had to write it down. Enjoy!

It was a lovely day outside. A cloudless one even. The horses from afar seem to be enjoying the weather like you do. The sun on your skin feels a lot better at days like this. You love the outdoors and you love exploring nature. You can definitely take that walk from where you set up your picnic to your home. Maybe you’ll meet that deer again on your way home.

Your father is due to come back any hour now. He’s out doing business in the capital with people in the same political bracket as him. Being a viscount’s daughter is never easy. It’s tiring and equally a burden. The societal pressure of being a woman is heavy enough, now that became heavier when you reached the ripe age of eighteen. Finally, your parents can marry you off to some stranger in a horse, bearing promises of gold and jewels.

It was intended by them to accept suitors but your father was adamant about it. He mentioned his confederate’s son is definitely worth my time. Although I decided against it, you wanted to please your Papa. He’s done everything he could for you and your siblings. But you can’t help but feel pity on yourself that you need marrying for people to deem you worthy.

You walked the same path home, just in time as your Papa arrived, looking gallant on top of his white horse.

“Y/N, darling. Have you gone through the woods again? Alone?” His green eyes reflected yours and you smiled at him, thankful he’s home safe. Ever since your mother is gone, he became one and equal with his roles of being a father.

“The day is too beautiful not to see, Papa. How was business?”

You talked about boring, political stuff. taking your father’s gloves and helping him off his coat. You hang it on the rack, following him on his study.

“Your betrothed is due to come today. I invited him to dinner. So, go fix yourself.”

“Will you ever tell me who he is, Papa?” Your fear of not liking the man overwhelmed you. The thought of spending the rest of your life with a man you loathe is something you are not prepared for.

“The only thing you should know is he has good intentions, comes from a respectable family, he has no marital attachments and he is a great businessman. He is a stunning young man. He will give you everything you want, darling. Everything.”

You sighed and thought you can never win an argument with your father. So you did what you did best. You focused on one thing that will come out good out of this union. Yourself.

❁❁❁

The help knocked on your dinner, indicating it’s dinner time. You heard your betrothed arrive but you did not dare look at him. You wanted a surprise. Of how astounding he is, as what your Papa had said. If this union might flounder, you are equally to blame if you did not even try.

You chose your emerald green dress and robe as it accentuates your eyes even more. You can’t help but feel a bit nervous about tonight. You’re not quite sure if you can at least be friends with your betrothed.

As you slowly walked the stairs, you can hear voices in the dining. One is of your Papa and the other, a deep voice you’re sure you heard from somewhere. The butler curtsied and opened the door leading to the dining and you are utterly in shock at what you see. Who you see, even.

He smiles at you like an innocent person and bile rises up to your throat. You remembered every gossip about him. It is quite alright if you haven’t experienced it yourself but the Duke of Suffolk has a reputation. And unfortunately, you are a victim. You can still hear his words, so flowery and so convincing. The next day he’s kissing someone else. You turned away as soon as you can but now, you’re trapped in a room with a rake.

You are marrying a rake. You cannot wrap your head around it. This is not really happening.

“Y/N, meet Charles Brandon, the First Duke of Suffolk. Your Grace, my daughter, Y/N.”

Charles curtsied and you did the same. His hair is looking a bit disheveled and his shirt a bit ruffled. God knows where he’s been. Maybe from a brothel.

“My lady...” he offered a smile and you put on a fake one. Just to please your father. Everything you do is for him.

Charles talked about everything your father wanted to hear. His endeavors, his encounters, his success and his failures. Your Papa loves a man of substance, just like himself. You kept your mouth shut all throughout the conversation and when dinner ended, your Papa said something that made your jaw drop.

“His Grace’s horse felt a bit sick as soon as he arrived. He will stay the night.”

You looked at Charles with so much suspicion. You need to look out for yourself and for all the women in this household. He looked at you so amused, finding this situation very hilarious. But you’re better than smacking him straight on the face.

You kissed your Papa good night and Charles, as much to your surprise, did not pester you.

Once in the room, you changed into your nightgown, hoping to find peace in your solidarity but a knock on the door startled you. Thinking it can be Gertrude, delivering your milk, you open it. Instead, you find Charles in front of your doorstep, his hairy chest showing.

You’re about to shut the door on his face but his large hand stopped it from closing. He shuts it slowly, making sure no one hears it. He whispers your name as he walks towards you slowly, hunting you, even.

You’re aware that he is your betrothed and you’d have to give him your womanhood but then you still have days to torture him before your actual wedding night.

“How dare you con my father!” You try so hard not to scream. You don’t want anyone in the house to know he’s in your room, or your wedding day may come sooner than usual.

“Sweetling...”

He said, his eyes with a different amusement behind them.

“You are a rake!”

“I know my reputation precedes me but I wanted to marry you because...”

“Because? Because you can. You want to ruin my life. I could’ve gone for a much better man than you are but here I am stuck with you, aren’t I?”

He did a few strides towards you, his face mere inches from yours. You can still smell whiskey from his breath and his scent. The mix of which is enthralling. You don’t want to feel it but your body’s betraying you. Responding to him in more ways than one.

He places his hand on top of your silk gown, your nipples are taut under his touch and you bow down your head to hide your red cheeks. You can’t admit to him that you are still under his spell. That one look from him turns you into a puddle of chaos.

“The indubitable reason why I asked to marry you is...”

His index finger is on your lips, trailing it with his roughness. Your breath hitched, cannot hide how you are stirred by him.

“This lips are the most delightful, the plushest my lips has ever touched. And I thought to myself...”

Two fingers dipped in your mouth, playing with your tongue as he looked down at you with so much smolder. You can feel his pulse quickening, right there on his wrist. And surely, you are the same. You did not know what to do but your lips wrapped around his fingers and that caused him to moan and bumped his forehead against yours.

“Why not spend my life kissing these lips when I can?”

You bite your bottom lip and find yourself get carried away into his dazed abyss. You find yourself clinging to his large arms while he carried you to the bed.

“Owning your body can wait until our wedding night but I can’t leave this room without making your feel mine...”

And with that he pushes your legs wide open, he slid your undergarment down and grazed your bud with the same fingers he put in your mouth. You moan against your palm while he looked up at you with hooded eyes. He took two fingers and put it inside his mouth, wet it and slowly sink it in you. You gasp at the sensation of his hand stretching you, you held onto his shoulder and you arch your back, trying to keep your moans in.

His hand moved while his thumb still softly graze on your clit, intensifying every thrust he’s making with his fingers. You look down and he’s bunching up your dress and kissing the inside of your thighs. You can barely breathe but every surface in your body feels like it’s on fire.

“Charles...”

“Hush now, sweetling. Let me show you a prelude of our marriage days.”

He continued to pump his fingers in you, your body rocked to his rhythm, your center craving that friction. He even grazed his experienced mouth over your mound and he kissed it, kissed it like it’s his treasure.

You feel the hot white bliss coming up your body, you know you’re close. And you know this will be earth shattering compared to the nights you did this by yourself. You prop yourself up, still looking at how he marvelously worship you and use his skillful hands to bring you to delirium.

“You’re tightening around my fingers, Y/N. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nod and he changed positions so he can kiss you. You moan into his mouth as you reached your high, your knee touching the firm bulge on his breeches. You’re about to reach for it but Charles stopped you.

“You need to wait until the wedding night.”

“But...” You looked into his eyes and you found contentment in there. You also feel sated as he helped you get your undergarments up and kissed your thigh one last time. Your future husband does have a heart after all.

“If I let your hands on me tonight, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. You will be sore and begging before our wedding day. So sleep tight, my darling. Tomorrow is another day, isn’t it?”

#charles brandon x reader #charles brandon x you #period drama fic #arranged marriage trope #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut #henrycavill**#henry cavill fanfiction #charles brandon the tudors #the tudors fic #smut #khaelwrites

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lustfulmarvel · 7 years

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Forgiveness (Justin Foley x Reader)

Request; Hi how are you? Can I have a 13 reasons why imagine where you’re on the tapes because you gave Hannah hell after Justin cheated on you with her (which you found out through the text that sent around at the beginning of the show) and Justin trying to apologize to you when he realizes that the tapes were passed down to you

A/N; I’m gonna make a post after this about the next batch of imagines coming out.I made this kind of deep I felt like I was writing a chapter for my wattpad book ( sad ending kind of ) Also you didn’t really tell me how to end it so yea

There are time shifts

Word counter; 1,706(lmaoo long af)

Warnings; I guess Maybe talk about death, suicide(Hannah’s ) panic attacks blah blah blah

Alterations; Justin only has one tape reader it’s tape number 9

Present (Wednesday Morning )

We often make mistakes, we are human it is within our nature as we are raised we are taught that making mistakes isn’t as horrible.That those mistakes make us stronger and that we shall learn from them. What they forget to teach us is that a little mistake goes a long way and all actions have consequences.I made her life a living hell and for that, I will always be sorry but who would have thought that a little game would make a girl want to kill herself.Here I am laying in bed before getting ready for school thinking about all the things I could’ve done to save Hannah’s life. I killed Hannah baker I did it along with the others, Hannah didn’t commit suicide, we killed her, we killed her spirit and her will to live and we will carry that with us until the day we die.

Past

It was Monday afternoon I was exhausted making my way home from school, this week has been crazy with Hannah Baker’s suicide and people wanting to create a memorial. I never really got along with Hannah after I found out Justin cheated on me with her. I make my way up the steps to reach my porch I spot a package with my name on it. I pick it up entering my house greeting my mom with a kiss and quickly making my way up the stairs.I reach my room throwing my bag on top of the bed and going over to my desk eager to open the package. I finally get the package open looking at the show box sitting in front of me. I slowly open it curious to see what’s inside but also scared of what it might contain. It didn’t look like a company package and I hadn’t ordered anything online.I open the package to find a set of tapes. Fifteen of them to be exact I look at the box with a puzzled look but decide to listen to it I pop the first tape in the radio and press play.

“Hey, it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. That’s right. Don’t adjust your…whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape you’re one of the reasons why. I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise.”

My blood ran cold as I heard the intro to the first tape something told me I won’t get any sleep today.The first tape was dedicated to Justin, then Jessica, then Alex, then Tyler, and Courtney, and Marcus then Zach, even Ryan was in it.

This brings me to my tape number 9 my blood ran cold again as I heard the intro.“I can’t really blame you for what you did or the way you reacted, after all, I did kiss your boyfriend but at the time you didn’t let me explain, see the thing is that Justin never mentioned a girlfriend and since I wasn’t really popular I didn’t keep up with who was dating who. I thought Justin was single I should’ve known better I guess.On the contrary of what you think I didn’t sleep with Justin like everyone thought. That day when you walked in the cafeteria , I was already having a bad day , with the rumor of me sleeping with Justin going around school ,that picture and the fact that even Clay didn’t want to talk to me you turned out to be the cherry on top when you walked into the cafeteria and slapped me calling me a slut in front of everyone. I tried keeping my tears in as I rushed to the bathroom and that was the start of how you made my life a living hell (Y/N) welcome to your tape”

My body shook as I finished listening to my tape. My breathing became shallow and tears began to fall it was happening again.My chest began to tighten, I felt my throat close up making it harder to breathe my muscles began to twitch. I was having a panic attack after 6 months of them being gone they came back. I spend the next half hour trying to calm myself. Usually, it was Justin who helped me whispering sweet things to my ear trying to get me to calm my breathing the thing is that he’s no longer here and even though I miss him I don’t think I could ever take him back. He hurt me too much, he lied not only to me but to other people about Hannah.

Present

I decided to stay home yesterday trying to keep myself together and prepare for school today.Justin has been texting and calling me non-stop since he found out I got the tapes, asking if I was okay if I needed anything asking if we could talk. I’ve been ignoring him after listening to the tapes I needed some time for myself to think and sort things out. Guilt was a constant emotion I felt these past days.That feeling when your heart sinks to your stomach the constant feeling of anxiety or like you’re being watched the sadness that comes with it and the certain feeling of darkness that it’s creeping its way to your heart.

After getting ready for school I walk to my car get in and start the engine in less than 10 minutes I’m parked in the parking lot of Liberty High finding the courage to actually step into the school.I get out the car and make my way to the high school entrance I walk through the halls with my head down trying to go unnoticed.I reach Hannah’s locker and stand in front of it looking at it, they decorated it pictures, flowers everyone acted as if they knew Hannah or cared if they cared she would be alive today. I spot Justin at the corner of my eye and my breathing begins to pick up its pace, looking one more time at Hannah’s locker I feel the tears begin to fall as I push my way through the crowd of people making my way to the bathroom.

My breathing starts becoming shallow and I feel it coming I push into one of the stalls trying to take deep breaths my throat begins closing in, I choke on my breathing as it gets harder for the air to get into my lungs.I feel someone open the door to the bathroom but I ignore it trying to focus on my breathing.The door to the stall opens but I keep my eyes focused on the floor trying my hardest to make air reach my lungs, someone picks me up and sits me on their lap hugging me tightly given the scent I know it’s Justin at any other moment I would’ve protested shoved him away from me but I wasn’t in the right mind and as much as I hate to admitted in moments like this he knew how to calm me down.I sat on his arms as he whispered sweet things to my ear and played with my hair.

My breathing began to slow down reaching its normal pace.I slowly move away from Justin’s arms whispering a hushed thank you as I try to stand up.

“ hey, wait I want to talk to you” he says pulling me down so I’m sitting on his lap again

“ why Justin there’s nothing to talk about thanks for the help but that’s it this is where it ends” I say my heart shattering with each word.

“ I just want you to forgive me, I’m truly sorry for everything and I love you and I always will and I regret everything from the start I want you back (Y/N) I can’t sleep at night thinking about how bad I fucked up and I miss you I miss you so much, I just wish I could go back and change everything” he says tears streaming down his face

“ I just don’t understand why you lied to me, you said that Hannah was the one that approached you, I hated her for the longest time for no reason, I drove her to kill herself, you drove her to kill herself, don’t ask me for forgiveness ask her, you killed her , I killed her we all did and everything for what huh?” I say trying to keep tears from falling

“ I don’t know what I was thinking, we all make mistakes please forgive me, I just want to be back with you, I know what I did was wrong and I regret it every day I just wanted to be cool and Bryce pushed me to send the picture around so I did but I never meant any harm and I just I love you please forgive me” he says getting closer to me.At this point, I can’t keep my tears in they flow out like a river

“Justin I’m not going to lie to you, I do I miss you, I miss you so much, my panic attacks started again and you’re the only one that helps me control them and I love you too I love you so much but right now I can’t get together with you we both need healing to do I forgive you I do but I just can't be with you right now I need time” I say between sobs

“ can we at least be friends I need you in my life, I promise I’ll give you time , I’ll make you fall in love with me again slowly we can try please promise we’ll try” He says standing up. I hug him tightly

“ Yes we can be friends and later on when we are fixed we can try,” I say smiling a little

“I have your forgiveness now I only need to win your heart back,” He says smiling

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professortennant · 6 years

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Writer meme, 2, 3, 6, 8, 10, 11 and 13 (published). Is that too many questions? :D

2. favorite tense (past/present/future)

present or past. aw shit i meant to add to my weakness answer that i bounce around in tenses.

6. thoughts on critique

unless it’s asked for specifically, when it comes to fic, i refrain from critiquing (even if i really, really, really, R E A L L Y, REALLY want to say something). my reasoning is that fic is for fun. if you ask for feedback/beta’ing/critique, then i’ll give constructive criticism.

10. what are your strengths wrt writing?

i think i write smut/intimate scenes pretty well. i mean, i like to think i have a pretty good grasp on characterization and what a character would/wouldn’t say and what feels right.

and i’m fast.

13. who are your favorite writers?

i read almost exclusively fantasy and my favorite authors are:

brandon sanderson

octavia butler

seanan mcguire

naomi novik

neil gaiman

sarah gailey

claire legrand

terry goodkind

ve schwab

genevieve cogman

non-fantasy:

celeste ng

tom perrotta

nathan hill

mary roach

gail honeyman

edgar cantero

#thanks dude!#i will literally talk about books for days don't get me started #writing meme #fic meme #samcaarter

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austennerdita2533 · 6 years

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Tagged by the lovely @accidental-rambler. Thanks Kate! It’s been a while since I’ve been tagged in a book meme so I relished this. xx

1. Favourite book of all time?

I have way too many favorites so I picked a few from from different genres and even some poetry/plays.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer by Siddhartha Mukherjee

Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling

Poisoned Apples: Poems for You, My Pretty by Christine Hepperman

Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

El amor en los tiempos del cólera by Gabriel García Márquez

2. What are you currently reading?

I just finished The Immortal Nicholas by Glenn Beck a day or two ago, I’m about halfway through Villete by Charlotte Bronte, and I’m currently scouring my library’s website for another ebook to borrow.

3. Have you ever considered writing a book?

Absolutely? Constantly? I have a children’s book series concept I’ve been playing around with seriously for a few months now.

4. Favourite series?

Harry Potter by J.K Rowling

Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi

The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Six of Crows & the Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

5. Book you’d like to read?

Lés Miserables by Victor Hugo (I’ve read a lot of classics in my time but I haven’t read this one yet. I’ll get there eventually.)

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

6. What’s on your Tbr pile?

I have 215 books on my tbr pile on Goodreads, another 50-60 on my library wishlist, and probably another 40 on my Amazon, Barnes & Noble and bookdepository.com lists. Do you think I have a book problem, y’all? haha.

Here are some I’m particularly dying to read...

The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

Three Dark Crowns by Kendare Blake

Red Queen by Victoria Averyard

The Other Einstein by Marie Benedict

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Guide To Living a Good Life by Mark Manson

Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil DeGrasse Tyson

7. Favourite fictional character(s)?

Elizabeth Bennet

Anne “I-am-well-in-body-although-considerably-rumpled-up-in-spirit” Shirley

Jo March

Hermione Granger

Jane Eyre

Scarlett O’Hara

Emma Woodouse

Rhett Butler

Captain Wentworth

Peeta Mellark

Gilbert Blythe

Aaron Warner

8. Favourite ship of all time?

Darcy and Elizabeth, Emma and Knightley, Captain Wentworth and Anne, Colonel Brandon and Marianne, Henry and Catherine (There’s a reason my URL is Austennerd, after all...)

Anne and Gilbert

Rhett and Scarlett

Jo and Laurie (I’m forever bitter they didn’t end up together in Little Women, okay?!?)

Nessian

Feysand

Warnette

Everlark

9. Pick up the book closest to you, open page one and write down the first paragraph.

This is from the first chapter of Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence which just so happens to be on my table right now. (Talk about a progressive novel, wow! It’s basically sophisticated, psychoanalyzed smut and is quite the wild read.)

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”

10. What’s the 1st fandom you were in?

My first book fandom was absolutely anything and everything Jane Austen.

Tagging: @garglyswoof, @downtonabbeyandausten, @belatrixstrangr, @heatherfield, @purestheartslove Only if you’d like, of course, and sorry if you’ve already been tagged. Also, if any of my other followers see this and want to give it a shot, go for it because I love seeing things other people read. :)

#accidental-rambler #tag games #book things #about ashlee bree

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