x Reader (Mature)

14

"See that's the problem with living in a shared house," A calm, controlled and belittling voice from the doorway of the kitchen broke off the rising panic of the situation and the scream that was bubbling at the bottom of your throat, "You just can't help walking in on private sessions." 

As if sizzling hot, Piero's hands were off of your body, and he stepped back only a fraction, still maintaining enough of a distance that you couldn't really move out of the way into safety. Immediately you head twisted around to follow the voice, already knowing exactly who it was and guessing the expression on his face.

Blank. Just as you had expected it. 

Ryan's wide chest was leaning against the door frame, arms limply at his sides as if he didn't have a care in the world. He almost seemed quite tired; his eyes were half closed looking over at the 'too-close-for-comfort' position that you were in with Piero. He didn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular despite the only audience here to hear was the two of you. 

Something about his jaw and the way his lips were unnaturally straight were small tell-tale signs of his strain to hold back and appear relaxed. 

"Look at that, you're even wasting water." He sighed theatrically, pushing himself off the wall with his body limply, and shaking his head as if he was scolding a little child.

Your eyes were unapologetically wide and shocked, following his face as he glided right up next to you. Not glancing over at you, he reached over. Shoulder grazed yours. He switched off the tap. The background noise that it was making which you had stopped focusing on now left white noise that made you tense. Was he seriously acting as if he wasn't seeing what he was seeing? 

What was this whole suave act? You were literally being forced upon by a 50 year old man, and he was acting like he had just walked in on a couple of 3 year olds kissing. 

Feeling like a deer in headlights from being thrown from a fight or flight situation to one where you were more confused and shocked more than anything, everything you wanted to say was stuck in your throat. 

After reaching over and shutting off the tap -the glass now full of water still standing at the bottom of the sink-, he took in a deep breath. 

Piero's chest was very evidently unnaturally pressing against your head, and you could tell that Piero felt just like you were; like a deer in caught in headlights. He didn't dare move an inch in case his movements might bring attention to him, and Ryan would pounce on him like a predator. 

Turning his face around finally to face you, Ryan wore a tight, deceptively kind smile  that was actually very rapacious in natural, and was evident despite the masking kindness. His eyes were perceptive and sharp. First he looked up at Piero. 

It was clearly a warning. Not only was he towering over you, but he was squarely facing Piero, chest expanded and strong. 

His whole body language commanded; Step away. 

They were about the same height, but the influence that Ryan oozed was overpowering compared to the nerdy intellect of Piero, whose courage always had a time limit. 

You were almost able to breathe out in thankfulness. Surely he would step away now. He would leave you alone and never try to touch you like that again. Ryan was no match for him. 

However, Piero, stupid as he was in that moment; refusing to sober up, refusing to back down and fuelled by his shot of confidence by having overpowered you, stood in his place. Stiffening his body, he became an almost literal boulder behind you. 

A wave of deja vu was just about to come over you- another staring episode for both of them which you were going to have to stop and then, naturally, save yourself. But just when you were least expecting it, Ryan's arm came up right past you, almost sending an air wave into your face with the speed at which he moved.

His fist wrapped around the loose and unbuttoned collar that Piero was wearing, and you gasped at the action that you were very much not expecting. 

Was he going to hurt him? 

"Move. Away." Whispering through gritted teeth, his words were calm but definitely pointed. He knew how to order people. Tightly holding onto the collar, Piero was like a doll in his hand as he pulled him an inch closer to himself causing the collar to put pressure on Piero's neck. 

It wasn't a great situation to be in; stuck in the middle of two men who were clearly ready to fight eachother uncaring of the consequences. The fact that Piero wasn't backing away even now spoke volumes about his alcohol levels. His hard breaths came out of his nose in harsh bull-like snares that hit the top of your head in hot bursts. His chest rose and fell, hitting your head lightly with every inhale, and every cell in your body told you to run, because both of them were getting riled up. 

After what felt like ages, but was actually only a couple of minutes of staring, you felt an urge of outrage. These stupid men were once again staring eachother out like idiots acting out what streetlamps looked like, and it wasn't helping your situation out at all. You were still stuck like a stupid rabbit. 

You gathered yourself together. 

You weren't going to be a dumb damsel in distress. Fuck that. If Ryan wasn't going to help, you were damn sure going to help yourself. You weren't going to wait for the first punch to be thrown.

Back in England, you had originally identified yourself as a pacifist, which your dad had always laughed about because your often had outburst in which it felt like you were very close to flinging your arms about and punching anything and everything in your way. That was a long time ago though. Your passion for the philosophy had dwindled since. 

He used to call you his 'little ball of fire'. 

It seems like nothing had changed even a few years on.  

Seeing as Piero wasn't focused on you anymore, you used the moment to your advantage. 

Twisting around between him and the sink, you leaned back as far as you could and shoved your arms forward into his chest, heaving you whole body into him to get him as far away as possible from you.

Ryan lost grip on Piero's collar. 

You were surprised with the anger filled passion that you had fuelled the push by, and Piero stumbled back, his leg hitting a chair and making it topple over onto the stone floor. It was hard to even see it's legs jutting to the side in the darkness. Piero's legs accompanied the chair's on the floor. 

"Get the hell away from me!" You spat, fists balling at your sides. Were you not sick of feeling like a rag doll? The worst conflict was that it was Ryan that you enjoyed it from not, but the fact that Piero had tried to touch you and force himself onto you in that way made you feel such a strong sickness in your stomach that it truly made your body burn. 

"And you, you asshole," Turning with bitterness and acid in your voice, you pointed a finger straight at Ryan's face. It would have been funny to remove yourself from your body at that moment and look at the scene from a third person point of view. 

You, small and deceptively feeble standing strong with the muscles in your arm straining as you pointed a solid finger at the larger figure of Ryan, whilst the drunken mess of Piero struggled on the floor to grab ahold of something to get himself up off of the floor where he had ended up after your shove.  

"Next time you waltz in on a setting that clearly needs immediate attention, don't decide to be playful and chilled out like a fucking dickhead." Finishing off, you dropped the finger slightly and jabbed it into Ryan's chest, who moved back slightly with the impact. 

It seemed like you had peeled a layer of his facade off. 

His usually blank face was gently broken up with his two thick eyebrows that had come together on his forehead in a frown.

It wasn't an angry frown through. More like... a... caring frown? 

You couldn't tell because of the red that you were seeing then from the anger and frustration, but his facial expression did manage to tug at your heart a little, softening you. 

"When I wake up in the morning, I don't want to hear a single word about this," You growled. "Not a single word!" 

Your breath caught up with you, and it caused you to grab the sink to stabilise yourself. What did you do to be surrounded by these horribly confusing people? When did you anger god this badly?? 

Taking in a deep breath, you straightened yourself up, not allowing your eyes to rest either on Piero or Ryan. 

You were going to shove this into the back of your head. 

Piero had been drunk, not knowing what he was doing, right? It was such a stark contrast to his usual meekness that you felt almost gaslighted as to what reality was. 

You still thought he was a good person, and you wanted so badly to forgive him... but would you ever be able to look at him and not see the fear that he had made you feel by capturing you in his hold and being so forceful. 

As for Ryan, you didn't even want to begin to let him into your mind. He had been in it for too long now. You were grateful for his threat to Piero in your favour... but they were still masked by that facade that made him seem like he was more there to assert dominance and play god rather than genuinely help you. 

Thinking about that made you stomach flutter. Not in a good way. 

It was all about dominance with him. 

Nothing gentle and caring. 

You needed some clearness.

You needed to be alone. 

Pushing yourself from the sink counter, you stomped your way on the stone floors out of the kitchen, turning a corner to go up the stairs and into your bedroom, leaving behind silence. 









(NOTE; next 1 will be spicy i ppprroommmissseeee)