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[cryptidghostgirl]

hiii can i request a silly little scene i have in my head? ok so!

alastor x wife! reader- theyve been together since they were alive, legit partners in crime they both encouraged eachother to kill and when they reunited in hell after around 8 years they were independent once again UNTIL They got in trouble with Lilith and she took reader to be like her slave until Alastor finished helping Charie with her dream (until he helped prove that demons can be redeemed) so they didnt see each other for another 7 years (his absence)

And all throughout the first season hes like “I miss my wife, Husk. I miss her a lot” (while drunk-) like that one sonic dub meme and starts shaping his shadow creature into reader and talking to it and everyone is like “m yep he’s officially lost it.”

BUT then Sir Pentious is redeemed and Lilith sees and shes like “damn :/“ and send reader to the new hotel via portal and reader just. falls on the ground in front of the big entrance and everyone hears it and they rush out and Alastor is quiet, wide eyed and reader goes smth like “i know- i shouldnt have accepted it in your name but-“ blah blah she rambles on about it and Alastor just goes “Youre as beautiful as the day I los you.” LIKE THAT HEARYBREAKING SCENE FROM HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2 ;-; and everyone reacts in their own way

I REALLY NEED THIS BUT I LACK THE ABILITIES TO DO IT HEEELP (love u)

A/N oh bestie,, i got you. I was actually planning on something similar where Alastor was getting drunk at a bar and talking about the love of his life (I'm still gonna write that one too but I really like this prompt!!) You guys really come up with the best requests, please keep sending them in.

Fuel and the Fire (Alastor x Wife!Partner-in-Crime!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: ANGST also bad words (idk why i wrote the warnings like this). Also Angel Dust is in this one and I love him but he is a warning on his own.

Word Count: 2,392

Master Lists:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor and Y/n, partners in crime, the fuel and the fire. On a first glance, it would be assumed she was his fuel, the coal and dry leaves he fed himself by. Once anyone got to know them -- and god, what trouble a person was in if they got to know them -- they quickly realized it was the other way around.

Hand in hand from day one, from childhood. Running from the cops, washing the blood off one another's faces. In the living world and life after death, nothing could tear them apart. He was the soil she planted herself in, he was her rock and Y/n? Well she was Alastor's everything. He'd do anything at all for her, all she had to do was ask.

For a decade, they terrified the living world. They were the reason to double check the lock on the door before bed, they were the ominous shadow at the corner. When cold death wrapped them in his reckless grasp, they turned their terror on Hell.

The pair made a name for themselves quickly, filling up the airwaves and making waves in the underworld. For generations, they reigned supreme. For generations, they knew no fear. Then one day, they simply disappeared.

When Alastor reappeared on the streets seven years later without his shadow, the town was alight with gossip. No one knew where he had been, where she still was, or why he had returned but Alastor quickly rebuilt his operation, setting up shop at Lucifer's daughter's Hazbin Hotel along with several of the souls he owned.

The hotel's other residents and workers were distrustful of the man, to say the least. He was shifty, wore a constant smile, and rumors circled around him like birds of prey. That was until about three months into his stay, at least.

Angel hadn't meant to eavesdrop. He'd been coming down to the bar for a drink and a rant of his own when he'd heard the familiar, crackling voice of the Hotel's host.

"I just... I miss her so much, Husk."

He sounded sad, utterly dejected. Angel crouched down on the staircase, hiding his slim body behind one of the ornate posts supporting the railing.

"You keep saying that but do nothing to go find her. She disappeared the same time as you, you know." came Husk's gruff reply.

"I know she did."

"You keep saying that, acting like you know something. Admit it: you don't know shit, Alastor."

Alastor's radio waves faltered, squeaking slightly. Angel tensed in terror, wondering if he'd been found out. This was clearly a private conversation, and the Radio Demon was testy at the best of times. Right now he seemed positively furious.

"Don't test me, Husk." Alastor said after a moment, breaking the tense silence, "She... we both got roped into something. I am doing my part, she is doing hers."

Angel straightened himself up, deciding it was high time he entered the room. He still wanted that drink, after all. He let his feet fall heavily on the stairs, alerting the others to his presence. Husk turned toward the sound, meeting Angel's eyes as he entered the bar. Alastor, on the other hand, kept his back to the spider demon.

Taking a seat beside Alastor, Husk immediately poured Angel a drink and slid it across the counter towards him.

"So, tough night, Smiles?" Angel asked, turning to Alastor who downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my good fellow." Alastor hummed in response.

There was a threat in his voice, but Angel could tell the demon's heart wasn't in it. Everything was just, odd.

"Yeah... sure..." Angel scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Radio man was crying to me about his wife five seconds ago." Husk grumbled and Angel's eyes went wide.

"You have a wife?" he asked, turning back to Alastor, "I mean, I get it. I'm in to the whole 'tall dark and creepy' thing too but, you care about someone? I don’t know if I can see it.”

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he turned on Husk. The cat demon rolled his eyes in a brazen display of disrespect. He knew his master well, knew this was the only thing he had any leverage with the man on. With a deep breath, Alastor placed his hands firmly on the bar top and pulled himself to his feet. Not saying another word, he disappeared into his shadows.

That had been the first odd occurrence. Of course Angel had told Charlie and Charlie had told everyone, had even approached Alastor about it. The Radio Demon brushed it all off with skill and for a while, things were quiet.

About a month later, the second strange thing began happening. Alastor had always had a certain sway over shadows, everyone knew that. However, he very rarely used them, brought them out if it wasn't to hide him or take him where he needed to be. Then, suddenly, one began to follow him.

"Uh, Alastor?" Charlie had timidly approached him the first time she saw this happening.

"Yes, Charlie my dear?" Alastor asked, turning to face her as he tossed his microphone in the air, catching it neatly in the center of the stand.

"Well, we were just wondering if everything was... okay?" she asked, her hands behind her back and a pointed gaze on the shadow.

"If everything..." Alastor trailed off, following the path of Charlie's gaze and realizing what was going on, "No, no my dear. Everything is quite all right, quite alright indeed."

"Well, okay... If you say so." Charlie had relented after a few moments, unsure of what else to do.

Eventually, the members of the Hazbin Hotel grew used to the shadows, they too slipped out of their minds. Overcome with impending doom of the extermination just a month away, Alastor's strange behavior was no longer a priority.

That had been until the third odd occurrence came into being. It was Sir Pentious who had noticed it first, drawing it to the group's attention as Alastor walked through the lobby and past the group doing trust exercises there on his way to some meeting or another with the other overlords.

"Sir Pentious?" Charlie had called, trying to bring him back to earth as he watched the place Alastor had occupied, "Sir Pentious?"

"Pentious!" Vaggie yelled and his head snapped to her, "You're not coming up with some new plan to attack Alastor, are you?"

"No!" he quickly exclaimed, waving his hands frantically in the air, "Not at all just..."

"What?" Vaggie asked through gritted teeth, advancing a step forward, her spear in hand.

"It's just... doesn't that shadow Alastor has had following him well.... doesn't it kind of look like a woman?"

Husk broke out into wild laughter while Angel widened his eyes.

"Oh, he's definitely lost it now." Husk exclaimed as he calmed himself, clutching his stomach, "If I knew Y/n was the secret to breaking him down, I woulda done something about it years ago."

"No you wouldn't have, ya big talker." Angel teased, elbowing the cat demon lightly.

"Y/n?" Sir Pentious asked.

"Alastor's wife. That was her name." Husk replied.

"Did you know her?" Charlie asked.

Alastor had left the hotel, the threat that had held their questions at bay for months was gone and the topic was right. Husk nodded.

"So, what's she like?" Angel asked suggestively, "Is she more of a dom? Does deer boy like to get dicked down by his lady?"

"Gross." Charlie shook her head, her hands to her temples, "I do not want to know that."

"She's a good kid." Husk said after a moment, "She's nice..."

He trailed off.

"But?" Vaggie prompted, sensing there was more that he wanted to say.

Husk sighed.

"If you think Alastor is trouble, she's a fucking house fire set for the insurance money."

"So probably not interested in being a guest." Charlie dejectedly stated.

Husk shrugged.

"You never know. It has been seven years since anyone has seen her. Alastor allegedly knows where she's at but, he hasn't gone after her. Just keeps whining to me about it so, I don't know. Maybe she's changed. I doubt it though. Sweet as a pea, sharp as a knife."

Charlie had never felt such relief as when she learned Alastor had not died in the chaos of the battle. The hotel was destroyed, heaven was pissed, Sir Pentious had died but, at least he was alright. They rebuilt the hotel, Alastor's same shadow of a woman trailing after him wherever he went. After about a week, thanks to all the angelic and demonic powers involved in the construction, the new Hotel was finished.

It was just as they put the finishing touches on the place, hung the portrait of Sir Pentious they'd commissioned above the fire place, that a portal opened in the lobby. Everyone tensed, banding together behind Charlie and Alastor. Angels were coming, they were sure of it.

A crash echoed from the other side, a sharp yell and then something tumbled through the portal. With a flash, the portal disappeared behind the shape of a person huddled on the floor. She coughed violently.

Alastor's eyes went wide. Everyone else was too distracted to notice, but if they'd have been paying attention, they would have seen his shadow disappear.

The girl was filthy, her clothes torn and her hair tangled. She let out another, sharp cough before slowly lifting her head. Alastor took a trembling step forward.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice soft in disbeleif.

A smile, wide and sharp, split the woman's bruised face in two.

"Hey hun, I'm home."

In a flash, he was at her side, helping her to her feet, checking her for wounds.

"Jesus, Y/n." he sighed, "You're a mess."

"I know."

"Y/n-"

"I know. I shouldn't have done it, you don't need to lecture me. I didn't have a choice. It was you or me, Al. I couldn't... I can't... I had to. You've gotta understand."

"Sweetheart-"

Y/n cut him off again, her speech a single, constant, stressed-out stream.

"It was stupid, I know. I know. I really do but, she gave me the option and I couldn't say no cause then if I said no you'd really be the one in trouble a-"

Alastor raised a hand gently to her cheek and Y/n's words caught in her throat. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes at last.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

His voice was soft, so quiet the others could barely hear him. Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright pink. Her hands found the lapels of his jacket, holding them lightly.

"I.." she stuttered, her mind racing.

With a sigh and a slight shake of her head, she gave up in the search for words and buried herself in his chest. Alastor wrapped his arms around Y/n, pressing her tightly into his frame.

"God, I missed you." she said, her voice muffled by the fabric.

Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you." she continued, "I'm so sorry."

Alastor pulled her off of him, leaning down the slightest bit so they were eye to eye. Y/n, wiped a stray tear away, letting out a slight, sad laugh. Alastor's eyes traversed her face, caressing every crevasse.

"I'm so glad your alright but, I don't understand." he said at last, "How are you back? The deal..."

Y/n nodded and Alastor's eyes went wider still. Leaning on Alastor's shoulder for support, she turned her eyes onto the rest of the group.

"You must be Charlie." she hummed softly, meeting the young demon's gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Charlie stepped forward and nodded.

"Yes, I am. I run the Hazbin Hotel, which is where you are, to help rehabilitate sinners."

"I know." Y/n nodded, her voice quavering slightly, "I've heard so much about you. You... my dear, it worked."

"I- what?" every other question died in Charlie's throat, shock shot through her body like a bullet.

"It worked." Y/n confirmed, "You did it. I had a deal, a deal which Alastor went to your side to get me out of. If you succeeded in redeeming a soul with his aid, I would be free. And here I am."

"Here you are." Alastor repeated, spinning Y/n to face him once again.

She wobbled unsteadily on her feet. Catching sight of this along with the numerous wounds all over her body, Alastor scooped Y/n up into his arms like he did when they had first been married, when they had crossed the first threshold together. Y/n looped her arms around his neck, exhaustion seeping in with the relief as she let her head fall on his chest.

"Vaggie..." Charlie began as she turned to her girlfriend, "you don't think..."

"Pentious?" Vaggie asked and Charlie nodded.

"It's gotta be." Angel confirmed.

"You did good, kid." Husk smiled, patting Charlie on the back.

Y/n raised her head at the sound of a familiar voice, her eyes opening.

"Husker?" she asked with a smile.

The cat demon stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Husker! I-"

"Enough of that, my love." Alastor cut her off, tapping her nose gently, "You need a shower and some rest. You can meet everyone in the morning."

Y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at her husband.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." he sighed.

"Does that mean you're staying?" Charlie asked tentatively and the couple turned to her.

"Whatever the little lady desires." Alastor stated, looking back down at his wife in a lovestruck daze.

"Yes, Charlie. We're staying." Y/n laughed, "Things need to start changing around here and I don't see anyone else doing a god damn thing to make that happen except for you."

"I.." Charlie was speechless, the kindness this fear inspiring woman was directing towards her, having never met her before. What Husk had said made sense, she smiled, "Thank you. I don't know what you did, but that you both so much."

"Anything for my favorite girl." Alastor kissed Y/n softly.

"Oh, get a room." Angel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

[gucciwins]

harry brings his girlfriend home to meet his family but it does not go as planned

word count: 5896

a/n: enjoy this story inspired by a lovely anon. happy reading, my sweet friends 💜

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Y/N was nervous. 

She squeezed Harry’s hand, trying to ground herself, but it seemed to transport her to the first time they met at the diner down the street from her apartment. 

Going to university in Los Angeles wasn’t glamorous, not when she had endless bills to pay to keep a roof over her head. She had gone to Martha’s Cakes, a small diner ten minutes from her apartment that served the best hot chocolate. The food was good too but the hot chocolate is what she ordered each visit without fail. It’s a place she’d eat when Y/N had a bit of extra to spend on herself. Instead of buying herself new shoes, or another jelly cat bag charm (Otto, the sausage dog, went everywhere with her) she decided on eating a good meal that didn’t consist of ramen or buttered noodles. She came here when she needed a pick me up or simply wanted to have a nice conversation. It was a late Tuesday in the Spring. Where the sun took longer to come down, allowing her extra time at the bar to do assignments and chat with Antonio about the best produce sales. Y/N had her head down working on an essay due two weeks from now. It was based on one of Los Angeles buildings; it could be based on the oldest church to the Dodger Stadium. Y/N decided on the Avila Adobe residence. Known as the oldest standing residence in the City of Los Angeles. Olvera St. was a famous street and was filled with history. It was one of her favorite places to walk through. 

As she was looking through photos, taking notes of significant dates, a patron sat next to her. Y/N didn’t bother seeing who it was, simply scooting her scattered papers closer to her, tucking a few under her laptop. 

“It’s not bothering me.” A man spoke. 

It startled Y/N only because he had a deep British voice. It felt odd to be hearing in such an unknown area. 

“Darla would throw coffee on it if she saw I was bothering a customer.” 

“I said it’s okay.” 

Y/N laughs. “She would say it wasn’t.” 

It seems the man lets it drop as he has nothing to reply. Y/N keeps up with updating her notes as she hears the man order a stack of the lemon poppy pancakes. Those were her favorite, Y/N would get them when she was having a bad day because it would without a fail make her smile. Y/N worked in silence over the next half hour when she felt the need to step to the restroom. Y/N did not want to pack up. Usually she asks a staff member to watch her items, but the diner seemed to be a bit busier. She looked around and her eyes landed on the pancake guy who had his headphones on. She hated bothering people, but he looked kind enough. 

Y/N tapped next to his plate to get his attention. It worked because in seconds he slipped off his headphones and had turned his whole body to look at her. It gave her the chance to look at him fully for the first time. He had a buzz cut, and it looked really good. He had slight stubble, but what captured her attention were his bright jade eyes. It felt like he was staring deep into her soul.

“Do–uh–Would you please watch my stuff? I have to use the ladies’ room.”

“Course. Guard it with my life.” 

Y/N thanked him and hurried away. When she came back, the man had slightly shifted over, his eyes staring intently at the dark screen of her laptop. 

“Thank you,” she shot him a smile. Waking up her screen and getting back to her assignment, except she couldn’t get the man out of her head. 

The dimples were something she focused on when he smiled, telling her it was no problem. Then his green eyes were so beautiful she felt she had seen them before. Though she could swear she had never met him before. She did have a weird feeling she had seen him before. Once it hit eight o’clock, Y/N knew it was time to call it. Y/N had her rough draft ready and could continue tomorrow. For now, she’d walk home and take a bath to wash away today’s day. 

Y/N was packing up and could see the green-eyed gentleman was too. She would hate herself if she didn’t ask him where she knew him from, if she knew him. Y/N had her bag strapped on her shoulder and turned to him for the last time. 

“Excuse me, sir?”

He turned, as if he was waiting to hear from her. “Yes?” 

“How do I know you?” 

The man’s smile dropped. He looked confused, so she didn’t know him. 

“Don’t think we’ve met, until today, Y/N.”

Y/N’s frown deepens. “I didn’t tell you my name.”

He pointed to her bag. She looks down at the red stitching displaying her name. Well, now she looked dumb. Of course, he could read. “You look familiar to me. Sorry if that’s weird.”

The guy clears his throat, shaking his head. “I get that a lot.” 

That’s odd, Y/N thought. 

“I feel like I know you,” she tried one last time. 

“Promise we don’t know each other. I would remember someone as beautiful as you.” 

Y/N’s jaw dropped (not literally), but her face felt warm. Fuck, she was not expecting this turn of event. “Ha, uh. I want to say me too, but uh, there’s something familiar about you.” 

Harry chuckles as if he knows something she doesn’t. 

“Can I walk you out?” He asks. 

She nods. He leaves a large tip and follows her to the exit. Y/N ways to Sonia, who shoots her thumbs up, but Y/N has no idea why. Y/N and the man linger outside the door, waiting to see who makes the first move. 

“Well, uh, can I have your Instagram?” Y/N asks, not knowing if asking for his number was too forward. At least this way she could stalk him for a bit. 

“Oh, I don’t use that. I can give you my number,” he counters. 

Y/N perks up. “That works.” She hands him her phone where she watches his hands type in his phone number into her contacts. He hands her back her phone, and she looks at the newly added contact. 

Harry S. 

It seemed that’s all she needed for her to connect the dots. She lifts her head up and Harry has a flushed face. He didn’t look away from her, almost waiting to see what she’d say. 

Y/N not sure how to break the silence. “Harry Sanchez?” 

Harry laughs, and it’s all the confirmation Y/N needs. “More like Styles.” 

“Oh.” 

Did she fuck up her chances? She feels like she didn’t. She got his number. 

“What can I use your number for?” She asks, wanting to double check. He still wants her to have it.

“Hopefully for us to plan a date.” 

“Even after this,” she points between them as if to explain what they know just happened. 

“I’d like to see where it could go.” 

“Shit, uh. Well–I’m free Thursday.” Harry smirks, making her want to crawl in a hole because now she feels desperate. “I’m going to leave.”

Harry stops her by grabbing her hand. “I think Thursday is perfect. Are you up for a sunset dinner by the beach?” 

“Sounds perfect,” she promised him. 

“Good. Thursday it is.”

Now she is standing in front of his childhood home, about to meet his mother and older sister. Y/N had spoken to his mother, Anne, on the phone a few times, but his sister was always busy when Harry tried to pass her the phone. Harry promised her it would go well, but she feared the worst. Their story was genuine but to others could sound fabricated but come on, no one knows Martha’s cakes, it’s not even on Yelp. It’s a place once stumbled upon and then shares the magic with people in their life. 

Harry said he felt like coffee and walked for a while until he saw people walk out. The smell of coffee is what drew him in, but the pretty girl he sat next to had him stay for hours. It’s something he shared months down the line. Y/N and Harry had now been together for nine months. Because of her Master’s Y/N had no time to travel. Harry visited home often, but Y/N couldn’t drop everything she was doing to go with him. He understood, but she felt his family wouldn’t. Harry met her dad and twin brothers six months into dating because they lived down in San Diego, only a two-hour drive from them. While Harry’s family lived an ocean away and she refused for him to pay for her flight to London. On top of that, she had classes and exams to worry about that did not allow her to hop on a flight for a week. Thankfully, she made it through the winter semester and had a few weeks off from her internship before going back for her last semester. Y/N knew graduation was just around the corner, and thankfully, had little debt to pay off.

Harry held her tight as he led her up the steps. Y/N was walking slower, trying to prolong the introduction. In her mind, she hoped she was simply psyching herself out and that things actually went well with Harry’s family. That they accepted her because they could see how much she loved him. 

“You ready, Lovie?” Harry flashed her a dimpled grin.

Truthfully, she wanted to say no, but Y/N couldn’t do that to him. Not when he was bouncing with excitement. “Ready.” She confirmed. 

Harry gave two loud knocks and then opened the front door. Y/N stood behind him as he rushed to embrace his mother. Anne was a sweet woman, much shorter than Harry, but by the tight embrace she held Harry, Y/N could tell she was strong. 

Anne gave Harry two big kisses, one on each cheek, before turning her attention to Y/N. 

“Y/N!” Anne cheered. She said it with so much delight, it surprised Y/N. 

In a matter of seconds, someone tightly wrapped Y/N in a hug, which she quickly reciprocated. “It’s lovely to meet you, Mrs. Twist.” 

Anne waved her off. “Call me Anne, my dear.” 

“Anne,” Y/N repeated.

“Now come in and tell me all about the trip. Did he trick you into going to that fancy lounge where you get free food?” Y/N giggled because Harry indeed took her to a fancy lounge when he said he was taking her to get a smoothie. 

Y/N spared a smile at Harry, but it was quick to fall when Y/N met another pair of eyes in the kitchen, looking at her with an intense stare. It dropped quickly because her attention shifted to Harry. Y/N focused back on Anne, trying to brush off the moment as something she imagined. 

Y/N tried her best to ignore the pit forming in her stomach. There was no need to worry. Harry talked about wonderful things about his family. She was in safe hands. At least that’s what she kept reminding herself.

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Y/N didn’t feel welcome. Anne was a gem, but Gemma was cold and looked bored whenever Y/N said a word. Y/N wondered if Harry picked up on it. He hadn’t said a word. Harry was home and had no time to deal with Y/N’s insecurities. She had to be reading into Gemma, not liking her. Harry spoke the world of his older sister. He said she was his best friend, someone whose opinion he valued. Fear struck her. If Gemma didn’t like her after this visit, she knew that as soon as she got on that plane to go home, Harry would be breaking up with her. At least she’d had several hours to cry about on the plane pathetically.  

“There’s no way she didn’t know who you were,” Gemma scoffed, unbelieving of their story. 

Harry brushed off her comment as if she said nothing. “Gem, I was bald.” 

“Your face didn’t change.”

Harry sighs, “no, but you did a double take when I showed up to your doorstep to show you.” 

Gemma frowns, knowing he was right. “Whatever, you were all over twitter.” 

Harry is beginning to pick up on his sister’s defense and knows to drop it but will be picking it up with her later. “Anyway. Sitting next to each other, she asked me to watch her stuff when she had to use the restroom.”

“To look you up,” Gemma coughs.

Y/N fidgets in her chair, wanting to be anywhere but here. Harry continues with his story. “She thanked me and went back to her work. Before she left, Y/N asked if we knew each other, but I told her we didn’t. I wouldn’t forget someone as beautiful as her.” 

“Charming,” Anne gloats. “My charming boy.” 

Harry finished the story, stating it was meant to be. He had loved spending the time in Los Angeles getting to see the city through Y/N’s eyes. It’s a city she’s been living in for a couple of years. There was a lot for her to share with him. Harry had taken a liking to her favorite coffee shop. It had a design resembling a greenhouse and filled with plants, mainly featuring dried lavender. Truthfully, he spent a lot of time there because it was Y/N’s preferred place to study because it never got busy. Y/N called it her hidden gem. 

“I’ve never been happier,” Harry shares. Y/N beams at his words but can’t help glancing at Gemma, who can’t help but look sick to her stomach at hearing this news.

Dinner passed dreadfully slowly. Y/N comments when she needs to but honestly hopes to disappear for the night soon, no longer wanting to burden Gemma with her presence. While Anne showed Y/N where she could freshen up, Harry stayed downstairs to share a nightcap with his sister. 

Anne comes back to join them, but Gemma bites her tongue until their mother bids them goodnight. Harry gives his mother a tight embrace, commenting on how much he missed her. Gemma was happy her younger brother was home. 

“Are you happy, Harry?” Gemma breaks the silence that had fallen between them.

Harry sighs, “never been happier.” 

Gemma frowns, because she believes him. “I-I-nevermind.” 

Harry frowns because Gemma is never someone to stop herself from saying what’s on her mind. “Hey,” he places his hand on top of hers. “It’s me. Your annoying younger brother, you can tell me anything.” 

She removes her hand from under his and places them on her lap. “I don’t think she’s right for you.”

Harry sits back, surprised. “Sorry?”

“It’s clear she’s after something.” 

He’s having a hard time believing his sister. “Like what?”

“Your money.” 

“Is that all I’m good for?” He asks, baffled. 

“No. That’s why I’m telling you. She’s after one thing.” 

“How would you know?”

“Come on,” Gemma scoffs. “She goes to a prestigious school with a cost that no one could afford. It’s clear she wants you to pay for it.” 

“Gemma, I met her during her last year.”

“Debt doesn’t go away overnight,” she fights back. “She’ll get you to pay off her loans and leave you.”

Harry’s anger is overwhelming him. 

“You don’t even know her. Yet you say bad things about her.” It shuts Gemma up, and he uses that to his advantage and walks away.

“We saw the donation you made,” Gemma comments before he can make it up the stairs. 

He turns back, trying his best to swallow down his anger. “If you would have asked me, you would know it’s for the music program. I did that for several universities if you would have taken the time to do a bit more research. It grants them a scholarship, plus pays for room and board.” 

Gemma has no response. Harry is now standing in front of her and Gemma is nervous. She had never seen her brother this upset. 

“What I do with my money is my problem. If she wanted me to send her money for a new car, I would. If she wanted me to buy her a piece of land, I would do it in a blink of an eye. If Y/N asked me to give her every last dime in my account, I would do it without a second thought because I love her. I love her and she loves me. You know, five minutes is not enough to judge her. I do not have to tell you of her financial issues, but I will so you can go home tonight and sleep knowing how upset I am with you. Y/N received the presidential scholarship covering her tuition for the three years she was there. Y/N has applied to hundreds of scholarships to cover her book fees, and has to take on an unpaid internship while working 40 hours a week to cover her rent. Y/N has not accepted a single dime from me for her school because she has gotten this far without me. Y/N only lets me pay for her seven dollar coffee every other day. Y/N would rather give every last dollar to me if I needed it instead of keeping it for herself. Y/N still sends money to her twin brothers for new shoes, or new backpacks, because she loves her family.” 

Harry is near tears but keeps going. “I love Y/N. You might not, maybe you never will, but that girl has been the best thing to happen to me. I’ve never been more cared for and loved since she entered my life. So please, don’t bother coming back tomorrow or the rest of the week unless you have an apology for her.”

Y/N is grateful Harry’s room connects to the bathroom because, while she finished getting ready, she thought she would ask Harry for a cup of water and instead stumbled upon a conversation she shouldn’t have. Y/N tries her best to swallow her tears, but it’s no use. They’re more powerful than her. They stream down and Y/N decides to lie in bed, hoping by the time Harry comes in, she’s fast asleep. Y/N isn’t sure how much time has passed, but her tears have dried up and she’s as still as a rock when she hears Harry come in. She wants to tell him that she’s not worth defending if it means he’s messing up his relationship with his sister.

She hears him get ready for bed. Y/N knows he’s folding his clothes and placing them on the chair. He’s meticulous about his night-time routine. He crawls into bed next to her. Y/N tries her best to steal her breathing to make it seem like she’s sleeping, but Harry knows her too well. He scoots right behind her, his hand sliding over her hips and settling on her stomach, right by the scar she got on her eight birthday when she fell off her bike. Harry rubs the lifted skin, where she got four stitches. 

Y/N lets out a deep breath, working up the courage to say something, but her throat is closed. She relaxes against him. All her tears dried up. She is beginning to feel better now that she’s with him. A kiss to her temple has her heart slowing down. This is what it is to be protected. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N croaks out when she feels like enough time has passed. 

Harry pulls her tight against him. It fills her with ease. “How much did you hear?”

Y/N shakes her head. “I don’t want you to argue with your family.” 

“It’s only my sister,” he defends.

“She’s an important person in your life. You’ve always specified that.” 

Harry sighs. He leaves a kiss behind Y/N’s ear. “You are important to me, too.”

“You don’t need to be fighting. It’s not necessary.” 

“It is when she needs a wack to her head.” 

“Harry,” Y/N drags out. “I don’t want you burning bridges.”

Harry understood where she was coming from, but Y/N was not seeing how it affected him as well. “We’ll be fine. She’s my sister. We’ll talk in a few days. All this will be in the past.”

Y/N freezes, feeling as if someone dropped a cold bucket of water on her. If Harry believes everything will be alright with his sister, that means he sees himself forgiving her for what she said but also means he would be getting rid of the problem. Her. 

Harry was going to be breaking up with her. This started her tears to fall again, only this time she couldn’t keep quiet. They were pouring out of her at a quick rate. He was quick to sit up bringing Y/N with him.

“Hey, hey,” Harry cooed. “What happened? What did I do?”

“Y-y-you,” she stuttered. Nothing was coming out. 

He would not rush her. Instead, he shifted her to straddle his lap. Y/N tucked her head into his neck. Hary felt his neck dampen with tears. He pressed soft kisses to her hair, whispering “I love you,” hoping it would be enough to calm her. He snaked a hand under her night shirt softly running his nails up and down her back. Y/N curled in closer at the action. His sweet girl was feeling overwhelmed, and he felt awful because he wasn’t being helpful. 

Y/N pulled away. Her eyes were puffy and tears streaming down her cheeks. Harry still thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her hands moved from her side up to his neck, she settled them on his cheek. She caressed his face, calming him down. He hadn’t realized how overwhelmed he was, but it’s clear Y/N could see what he needed even in her moments of sadness. 

“I don’t want to lose you,” Y/N voiced. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Harry frowned. No one had said anything about him leaving. He would never dream of walking away from her. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“But Gemma–”

He cuts her off. “Gemma doesn’t know you like I do. She is looking out for me and I know she meant no harm, but she went about all this wrong. She decided to judge us, judge you before getting to know you.”

Y/N did no wrong. She was nothing Gemma accused her of. Y/N knew that, of course she did, but Y/N hoped to impress his family, not make them upset. 

“I know you, Lovie. My mum knows you. Mostly, you know yourself. Your character speaks for you and it has never been anything but kind and loving.”

Harry’s words slowly begin to mend her heart.

“I love you, Harry.” 

He connects his lips with hers in a loving kiss. “I love you so much.” 

Y/N falls asleep to Harry’s voice as he sings her to sleep. It’s a lullaby he says his mum would sing when he had a nightmare. While Y/N didn’t know how tomorrow would go, she was happy to have Harry at her side.

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The morning passed slowly between the three of them. They shared stories with Anne, Harry, catching her up on his upcoming plans. Y/N talked about her looming graduation and told Anne about her thesis project. Anne promised to make the trip for her graduation, something Harry couldn’t stop gloating about how she was top of her class on her way to graduate summa cum laude. Y/N had stepped outside wanting to enjoy all the open land Anne had. The cats happily roamed around Y/N as she settled in the grass. Y/N thought of her dad at home and what he’d have to say about the situation. He’d probably tell her to run while she could, but Y/N knew Harry was her person. Y/N laid down, closed her eyes and took in all the surrounding noise. She heard birds chirping, a purring in the distance and the rush of the wind hitting the wind chimes. It was perfect. 

There was a loud band that had Y/N sitting up in a hurry. She looked back and realized it was the back door. Anne had stepped out, Y/N could see Harry in the kitchen, hands moving rapidly, and she knew he wasn’t alone. Anne sat not to Y/N, neither of them saying a word. 

“My daughter owes you an apology.” 

“Anne–” 

She stops Y/N. “No, I raised her better than that. I’m not sure when she got so protective, but it’s clearly not for the best. Harry is nearing 30 he doesn’t need his sister looking out for him. While I’m glad they have each other, this was unnecessary. It caused a lot of hurt that should have never existed.” 

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to talk to her if you’re not comfortable.”

Y/N didn’t know how to feel. She dreaded talking to Gemma, but Y/N knew she’d feel worse if she went home and never talked this out with her. “I’m willing. I-I might need time to forgive her.” 

Anne squeezed Y/N’s hand. “That’s perfectly alright. Now tell me about these brothers of yours.” 

Y/N spent the rest of the evening with Anne, forgetting about her problems. It isn’t until Harry called them both in for dinner that they realized they spent hours outside. 

Harry greeted her with a kiss.

Dinner went off without a hitch, the three of them sharing all kinds of stories. Mostly Harry interrupting Anne to tell her a new story about Y/N he remembered. Harry that night promised he was alright with Gemma. He was feeling hurt. Assured her he loved her, but needed time to move past it. 

Y/N woke up early the next morning and decided to go on a walk along the river. Harry told her it felt never ending. They had walked it once every day, but today she went alone, letting Harry sleep in but also have that extra time with Anne. As Y/N walked, she thought of her brothers and how they would love to be throwing rocks in the river. Y/N was sure one of them would even fall in on accident. The weather would pique her dad’s interest. He was a sunshine man. She was sure the gloomy weather would be too much for him to handle. 

Two hours later, Y/N came back and was taken aback by Gemma’s presence on the front steps of the house, holding a thermal mug. 

“Hi,” Y/N greeted. 

“Morning, nice walk?” Gemma asked. 

Small talk. It was safe. “Mhm, Harry showed me the trail he liked to walk on.” 

“Mmm…coffee?” Gemma offered.

“Uh, I’m okay,” Y/N rejected.

Gemma looked dejected, but continued on. “Do-Is it okay if we talk?”

Y/N nodded. “Sure.” 

Y/N approached Gemma sitting on the opposite end of the same step. She wouldn’t be the first to talk, but it looked like Gemma was figuring out her words. 

“I’m sorry” are Gemma’s first words. “I’m sorry talking about you behind your back, even more sorry that you overheard.” Gemma looks sincere, and Y/N nods for her to continue. “I love Harry. He’s the best brother, and a person in general. He cares so much that I fear he’s gotten screwed over so much in life because he trusts with his heart and not his head.”

Y/N frowns, because that’s one of the things she loves most about Harry. How welcoming he is with his kind nature and how much love he spreads every day whether it’s through his music or holding the door open for a stranger. It all adds up to show that he’s a person full of love.

“Those are his mistakes to make. His own hurt to go through. Life isn’t all sunshine.” Y/N tells her. 

Gemma sighs heavily. “I know. Sometimes I feel like he’s still the same kid who cried when I would go out without him.”

“That hasn’t been him for a long time.” 

“I know.”

It’s clear Gemma has something deeper than she has to figure out and talk with Harry about, but it seems that’s a bridge she’ll cross when she is ready. 

“I love Harry. I think we have a wonderful relationship.” Y/N knows Gemma might not want to hear this, but it is important he does. “Harry loves communication. I swear we’ve never had an argument that didn’t end in us making up. He gives me my space but makes sure to be near. I’m reminded of his love every second of every day, whether he’s with me or not. I’m not sure if I make him feel loved every minute, but I do my best to remind him in my actions and words. I’m big on writing notes. He’s received a few love letters. I’m sure he’d show you if you asked.” Gemma tries her best to hide her surprise, but it’s written all over her face. “I’ve only heard wonderful stories about you, Gemma. I’m sure they’re all true, but I know Harry thought we might become friends.” Y/N pauses. “Even if that doesn’t happen, I do want you to know I respect you. For however long I’m around, I know that I respect you, even if it might take some time for me to trust you.” 

Gemma has tears running down her face. “I’m sorry. I never provided you with an opportunity. I’m not sure why I didn’t. I am really sorry. Meeting the family is always hard, and I fucking ruined it.” 

“It’s not okay, but we’ll give it time. Time heals.” 

“Thank you for hearing me out.” Gemma tells her gratefully. 

Y/N smiles. “Are you joining us for breakfast? Harry promised to make lemon ricotta pancakes.” 

“I’d like that. I’ll head in soon. I want to finish my coffee.” 

Y/N heads inside, where she finds Harry at the stove wearing an apron. She wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head between his shoulder blades. 

“Morning, pretty girl.” 

Gemma looked dejected, but continued on. “Do-Is it okay if we talk?”

Y/N nodded. “Sure.” 

Y/N approached Gemma sitting on the opposite end of the same step. She wouldn’t be the first to talk, but it looked like Gemma was figuring out her words. 

“I’m sorry” are Gemma’s first words. “I’m sorry talking about you behind your back, even more sorry that you overheard.” Gemma looks sincere, and Y/N nods for her to continue. “I love Harry. He’s the best brother, and a person in general. He cares so much that I fear he’s gotten screwed over so much in life because he trusts with his heart and not his head.”

Y/N frowns, because that’s one of the things she loves most about Harry. How welcoming he is with his kind nature and how much love he spreads every day whether it’s through his music or holding the door open for a stranger. It all adds up to show that he’s a person full of love.

“Those are his mistakes to make. His own hurt to go through. Life isn’t all sunshine.” Y/N tells her. 

Gemma sighs heavily. “I know. Sometimes I feel like he’s still the same kid who cried when I would go out without him.”

“That hasn’t been him for a long time.” 

“I know.”

It’s clear Gemma has something deeper than she has to figure out and talk with Harry about, but it seems that’s a bridge she’ll cross when she is ready. 

“I love Harry. I think we have a wonderful relationship.” Y/N knows Gemma might not want to hear this, but it is important he does. “Harry loves communication. I swear we’ve never had an argument that didn’t end in us making up. He gives me my space but makes sure to be near. I’m reminded of his love every second of every day, whether he’s with me or not. I’m not sure if I make him feel loved every minute, but I do my best to remind him in my actions and words. I’m big on writing notes. He’s received a few love letters. I’m sure he’d show you if you asked.” Gemma tries her best to hide her surprise, but it’s written all over her face. “I’ve only heard wonderful stories about you, Gemma. I’m sure they’re all true, but I know Harry thought we might become friends.” Y/N pauses. “Even if that doesn’t happen, I do want you to know I respect you. For however long I’m around, I know that I respect you, even if it might take some time for me to trust you.” 

Gemma has tears running down her face. “I’m sorry. I never provided you with an opportunity. I’m not sure why I didn’t. I am really sorry. Meeting the family is always hard, and I fucking ruined it.” 

“It’s not okay, but we’ll give it time. Time heals.” 

“Thank you for hearing me out.” Gemma tells her gratefully. 

Y/N smiles. “Are you joining us for breakfast? Harry promised to make lemon ricotta pancakes.” 

“I’d like that. I’ll head in soon. I want to finish my coffee.” 

Y/N heads inside, where she finds Harry at the stove wearing an apron. She wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head between his shoulder blades. 

“Morning, pretty girl.” 

“Hi, Harry. I love you.” 

Y/N knows he’s grinning. “I love you too. Even if you left me alone this morning.” 

“I couldn’t sleep,” she defends. “You always told me a morning walk here cleared your head.” 

“And did it?” 

“Mmm…like magic.” 

“Are you okay, Lovie?” Harry turns off the stove. He turns around, setting his hands on Y/N’s waist. His hair makes her laugh as she sees it sticking in different directions. 

“We talked. She apologized. Promise I’m okay. It still hurts, but I’ll try my best to forgive her for you.” 

Harry tuts his tongue. “No, honey.” Y/N tilts her head, confused. “You don’t have to do this for me.” 

“But she’s your–”

“She’s my sister, but that doesn’t mean you have to change how you feel about me. I promise I am with you. She made a mistake, and I’ll forgive her but at my own time. You take your time as well.”

Y/N feels overwhelmed all over again because she really did get lucky with Harry. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more, my love. So much more.” 

Harry gives her a kiss. A promise that everything will be alright.

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Reflections

Logan Howlett X GN!Reader

MDNI 18+

Warnings: soft!Logan, bathroom sex, mirror sex, insecure!reader, plus-size!reader, Fingering, lighthearted, praise k!nk, shower sex, choking, biting, creampie, aftercare

Summary: You are feeling insecure about your plus size body while trying to take a shower. Logan, your boyfriend, comes in and comforts you in the best ways.

You glanced in the mirror of the bathroom. Completely naked, you stared at the rolls around your stomach and back. How big your thighs were, how your stomach hung over your waist. You hated it. Losing weight isn’t easy but you felt like you tried everything to be attractive and none of it worked. Your boyfriend, Logan, made you feel better sometimes. Then again, on the other hand, you wondered if he was still attracted to you. He was so tall and handsome and muscular. He could have any person he wanted or desired. What made him choose you? Tears brimmed at your eyes. All you wanted was to take a shower, still hearing the hot water running. You sighed and a muffled sob choked out of your throat. You could never look how you wanted to look. You sat down on the bathroom floor and started crying harder. It felt to much.

You finally calmed down enough to stand and get into the shower. The water relaxing you only slightly, but washing your body made you overthink even more about Logan. You began crying again, not hearing Logan enter the bathroom.

“Peach, what’s wrong?” Logan’s gruff voice asked. You stifled your sobs in embarrassment at Logan catching you crying. He shifted the shower curtain to reveal you to him. The water started splashing out onto the floor from the shower head. He quickly got undressed and joined you in the shower. Cupping your face and making you look at him, “What’s wrong, honey? Talk to me, baby.”

He kissed your forehead and tears brimmed your eyes again. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest, petting your soaking wet hair. He hushed you and was patient waiting for an answer from you.

“Why do you like me, Logan? I’m so big, you could have anyone ever with the way you look. Why me?” You choked out against his strong chest, not making eye contact. He pulled back and looked at you sternly.

“Just because you are bigger doesn’t diminish your worth, your beauty, or your personality at all. I love you, I don’t want anyone else. You are stunning, I love you, physically and mentally.” Logan whispered at you. Logan usually didn’t express his love with words like that, making it mean so much more that he praised you. He lifted your chin softly, making you make eye contact with him before gently kissing you. His simple words made you feel loved.

“Thank you, Lo.” You blushed as the kiss deepened. He began to press you against the shower wall; The hot water trailing over the both of you. Logan’s tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you let him in. The kiss became feverish. With his enhanced strength, he found it easy to throw you around, despite your size. He gently grabbed underneath your thighs and lifted.

“So sexy,” he mumbled against your lips, “all mine. My sweet love.” He ground his now hard erection against your thigh. With a low growl, he kept you against the shower wall with one arm lifting you. His strength never ceases to amaze you. His other hand gently prodding your tight hole.

“Gotta prep you, angel, gonna hurt, ” He smiled softly against you, keeping the kiss going. Using the shower water as lubricant, he stuck the tip of his finger in and gently pulled it back out. “Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart.”

The sweetness in his voice made you clench around his finger as he pumped it in, stretching you. Preparing you for the size of his cock was no easy feat. A sweet moan left your mouth as he continued to finger you. He leaned down, pressing kisses and small bites against your chest, continuing to pump his finger in you. A second finger pressed against your entrance and slowly slid in with the other.

The feeling of being stretched by his fingers felt so good, pumping and scissoring inside you. Trying to open you up more, he hoisted you higher. He pressed a third finger into your, the stretch slightly starting to burn. A wanton moan left your mouth. He groaned against your chest, biting marks into it still.

“Mine,” Logan mumbled, “my perfect pretty angel”. The fingers pumped into you deliciously, moans continuously leaving your mouth. You held onto Logan’s broad shoulders to keep you steady. The praise sent shivers through your body, seeping onto his fingers. He adjusted you, pulling his fingers out. His cock prodded at your entrance; You opened your eyes, surprised that it was so soon. He looked at you for approval. You nodded and kissed his cheek.

The small gesture brings a smile to his face. He inched his tip inside you. You couldn’t help the small yelp that came out. Logan froze, still inside you, letting you adjust around his size.

“Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, “You feel so good though, baby. I can feel you clenching around just my tip.” He inched further inside you. You moaned in response. The stretch of his size burned with pleasure, feeling your walls tighten and untighten around him.

“Please, Lo.” You whimpered out. Logan took that as permission to fully sheath himself inside you. Feeling the heavy weight of his balls against your ass, he let you adjust to his full size. Aching in all the right places, you felt so full. Logan’s arms wrapped around your waist, still holding you up against the shower wall. The hot water running down his head and across his back made his muscles relax, slowly fucking into you. Drawing each moan out of you with every slow thrust inside.

“Sounds you make are so beautiful, angel” He whispered, peppering kisses along your face. He let out a growl when you clenched around him in response. He loved the effect a few simple words could have on you, as long as they were sweet. His thrusts quickened and he grunted, “Such a good little angel for me, all mine.”

You kissed him. Soft lips hitting each other, you moaned into his mouth. A smirk spread on Logan’s face. He pulled out of you entirely and gently set you on the shower floor. You looked at him quizzically. He grabbed your hand.

“C’mere, doll,” He told you. You took his direction well, facing him in front of the mirror. He grabbed your hips, flipping you around so you could see yourself. You focused on him; his broad shoulders, the way his hair was styled into those little ear-like tufts, and that mischievous smirk.

“Look at yourself, honey, not me. Look at how beautiful you are. Gonna make you watch how good I make you feel when I fuck you.” Logan growled out, pressing a firm hand against your back. He forced you to bend over, chest against the sink.

He pressed his cock against your entrance again, slowly dipping back into you. You closed your eyes and moaned, feeling him fill you back up with his large cock. You’re already prepared hole taking him back in with ease.

“I told you to look at yourself, sweetheart. Open your eyes.” He commanded. Your eyes immediately flashed open, looking at yourself in the mirror. You observed the flush on your cheeks, the tousled wet hair, and with Logan beginning to thrust behind you, you saw your body jiggle.

He leaned forward, making eye contact with you in the mirror. A hand gripped your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. His other hand snaked around your shoulders, gripping your throat. A loud moan presented itself when the new angle caused him to thrust deeper inside you. Your walls clenching around him. His groans got louder, working quicker to get you off. The hand around your throat tightened, forcing you to keep your head straight at the mirror. The reflection of you being fucked by Logan from behind stared back at you.

You couldn’t help the excitement in you it caused. This was definitely going to happen again. The concentration on Logan’s face was so intense, you could tell he was trying to get you off first. Your thighs began to shake at the thought of Logan continuously fucking you in the mirror. The sounds of hips smacking and his balls hitting you echoed throughout the room. Your jaw dropped as he hit just the right spot inside you.

“R-right there, again, please..” you moaned out. Logan’s head shot up to meet yours through the mirror. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, mouth agape, a growl escaped his throat, his pace quickening. Each snap of his hips hitting that spot over and over again. Your thighs started to shake, the tension in you building. You were so close, so so close. The grip on your neck tightened, cutting the airflow complete off. Not being able to make any sound, your face began to turn red from lack of air. He loosened his grip, yet kept his hand firm.

“C’mon, baby. Show me how good I’m making you feel,” Logan growled, “Can feel you clenching around me, gonna count you down. Cum for me, doll. 10.” Your thighs shook harder, the praise and his tone making your eyes start to roll back.

“9.”

You couldn’t control the moans that escaped you now. His thrusts beginning to become to much pleasure to bare.

“8. That’s it, doll, c’mon, show me how good you can be for me.”

Clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. His groans filled your ears, you could tell he was close too.

“7.”

He continued counting down for you, but the stutter in his thrusts showed he was just as close as you were. He was going to cum with you, in you, leaving you a mess.

“6.”

You could no longer try to look in the mirror, squeezing your eyes shut and dropping your head down. Focusing on the pleasure happening from behind you. Feeling the thick stretch of his cock ramming inside you.

“5.”

God, you’re so close. The tension in your stomach is so close to snapping.

“4.”

Logan’s pace quickened to an inhuman speed. His hand left your throat, grabbing your other hip, and forcing your hips to meet his with each thrust.

“3.”

The growls leaving Logan’s throat were a threat. His sharp thrusts berating your tight hole.

“2. Such a good doll, taking all I can give you.”

The tension in you snapped before he could reach one. You came with such a violent shock to your system, you couldn’t help but scream. Legs threatening to give out on you if it weren’t for Logan’s thrusts still drawing out your orgasm. Your entire body shook while he kept fucking you. His cock slipping easily in and out of you. His hips stuttered, burying himself deep inside you with a sharp bite of his canines into your skin. You were sure he might leave a scar this time around. You could feel his thick, hot cum fill your hole up. Dripping out around him.

“So good for me, all I could ever want.” He sighed, slightly exhausted from the events. He placed a gentle kiss to the bite mark on your skin. Slowly slipping out of you, he held your body up still. Pulling you to stand, he kissed your shoulders, your neck, and flipped you around again to kiss your lips.

He pulled away from you to restart the shower.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” He gently persuaded you. You let him lead you back into the shower with him. He lathered a loofah with soap and began to wash your body for you. After he let you rinse off, he kissed each part of your body that you let him wash. Each body part that he kissed, he told you his favorite thing about it. The freckles on certain parts, the softness of others.

When you finished showering with him, you got out. He quickly grabbed the towel hanging off before you could, beginning to dry you off. Gently dabbing your face, drying your neck and shoulders, going further down your body.

He gently pushed you towards the bed, grabbing the lotion off the bathroom counter while doing so. You went to the shared bed and laid down. He began to rub your favorite lotion, realizing which one he grabbed for you, all over. You smiled, grateful you had such a caring boyfriend. He finished moisturizing your skin, knowing it was part of your shower routine.

“You are perfect.” He whispered, capturing your lips once again in a kiss. He crawled next to you in bed. He knew just how much cuddling and affection was to you after you had sex. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist and pulled you slightly on top of him. Laying your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat. Cuddling each other, heat radiating off him, keeping your nude bodies warm.

You knew it was true, everything he said about you. You being perfect, big or not. That he wanted you and only you. You were his. He was yours. That was just how it was going to be.

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2024, MARCH

YOUR ALARM went off at half past five, and you grunted, smacking it with your right hand, trying to make it stop yelling.

After you turned it off, you laid your bed on your pillow again, sighing. Turning your head to the side, you watched as Bella snored like she paid all of your bills and worked a nine to five everyday. You smiled, happy to see her so relaxed.

You got up, put on your slippers and walked to your bathroom, turning on the lights and regretting immediately after, because your eyes took a long time to adjust to the bright, white light.

You opened the tap, putting in warm water and gently wetting your face, before closing it and grabbing your cleanser and starting your morning skincare routine.

Even though you loved to stay in bed, there was something about the early hours of the day. You could go on with your morning with no one bothering you, just working on the steps of completing your morning routine with ease, while the world was still asleep outside— even though Los Angeles never got entirely asleep.

You can wash your face and apply your moisturizer, before stepping in the shower after letting your skin absorb the products. Then, you can scrub your body and exfoliate it, humming to this week’s top song on Spotify charts. You can dry yourself with your fluffiest towel, smear your skin with your favorite vanilla scented body lotion and perfume.

Then, you can wake Bella up, and force her to leave your bed so you can make it. She’ll growl and bark at you, but in the end she’ll be too eager to go outside to do anything else.

You’ll change into your outfit of the day, something cozy, and grab your keys before leaving the house with Bella by your side, taking her to the dog park your apartment complex has, and let her enjoy the synthetic grass while you stare at her, smiling from ear to ear.

You’ll both stay there for ten minutes, with you talking to her about everything and anything, while she sniffs around the place and answers your yapping with occasional barks.

Then, you’ll call her name and go back to your place, starving for food. You’ll make your breakfast, nothing too heavy— a cup of green tea and a yogurt bowl.

You’ll leave your house at sometime around seven a.m., after grabbing everything you’ll need for the day and saying goodbye to Bella, telling her that her dog sitter, Carly, will be there in just a few hours. You’ll get into the car your agency sent to you, greeting the driver and sitting in the back, checking the texts on your phone. And then, you will feel your heart stop inside your chest, because—

What the hell does she want? You thought, squeezing your phone so hard between your hands that, for a second, you thought you’d actually break it.

You haven’t seen your mom in a year. Or your family, for that matter. Your parents, your brother and Canada felt just like a distant, hurtful memory that you wanted to keep away from yourself, buried deep inside your heart.

After making your teenage years feel like hell, and after making you hate yourself in more ways you’d ever think possible, your mom got you signed at the most prestigious modeling agency in all LA, IMG Models. Some people online talked about how you were only the cover of last year’s VOGUE because you’re basically a Nepo Baby, and even though your social media team did their best to debunk those comments, you knew— everyone did— that they were right: you only reached the top that fast because you are the daughter of the editor-in-chief of Fashion and retired model, Jessica Carter.

Not that you weren’t pretty, no, you were. But your last name opened more doors for you than your face and body ever would.

But at the end, you were grateful to be living a normal life— as normal as it could get— away from Canada. That country held painful memories and people that you would much rather watch from afar.

You didn’t reply to her text, you didn’t need to. She made it very clear that your attendance wasn’t an option. Even at twenty-two years old, your mom would always have the final word.

You arrived on set ten minutes after reading that text, sad to have your good mood ruined. But you still had a long day of work ahead of you, so you should just do what you’re best at: pretending you’re fine.

You spent your entire morning at a photoshoot for Elle, posing for infinite pictures and changing as fast as you could, while trying your hardest not to focus on your mom’s text.

Glad to be working with people who were actually nice, you slipped into your work headspace and when you checked your phone again, it was lunch time.

Grabbing the biggest salad from the agency’s restaurant, you ate with no hunger or pleasure. Thinking of your life back in Canada made you sick.

After lunch, you were sent to another location so they could take more pictures of you, the photographer, Garret, making sure to get the right photos of you.

At six, you were ready to head back to home, but unfortunately, part of your job meant interacting with people on social media. Sometimes answering questions online, making TikToks or even posting on Instagram.

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“ARE YOU leaving already, darlin’?”

Nicholas’ voice echoed as you bend over to grab your purse.

Looking at him, you smiled, tiredly. “Yes, hum. Actually, I need to talk to you about something,” you took a step further, stopping in front of the man you've known as your boss the past four years.

“Yeah, go ahead.” He leaned against the wall, waiting.

“I need to have Friday off,” you started, biting your lip. “It’s a family thing. Promise I’ll be back on Monday.”

“Madison, you’re literally the only model here who hasn’t missed a work day for an entire year, maybe even more than that,” he laughs, blond hair moving as his head turns around. “If you want to take the entire week off, you’re allowed to.”

A week in Toronto? No, thank you.

“No, I just need Friday.” You replied, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

“You’re free to go, my love. Send kisses to your mom, okay? Tell her to visit us sometime.”

“Of course, thank you.” You kissed his cheek quickly before heading back to the elevator.

On your way home, you thought about all of the things your mom might want of you. Sure, she said that she wanted the family to get together and all of that, but you’re sure there’s more to that. She wouldn’t make you fly to Canada just because she wants to have dinner with you. She’s just not that kind of person.

Entering your apartment, the first thing you did after removing your shoes was go looking for Bella, who had somehow managed to lock herself inside the guest's bathroom, and was whining loudly.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” you kissed her, petting her fur gently. “How did you even do that?”

She just licked you and you sighed, the long hours of work finally hitting you completely. You just needed to shower, drink your daily glass of warm milk and play with Bella for a while before going to bed.

Locking away all thoughts related to Canada, you followed your night routine like you’d usually do, trying your hardest to let the people you buried years ago stay away like you wanted them to.

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ : 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, surrounded by the quiet peace of the moonlit room, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. It’s a strange feeling, one I’ve experienced before.

I look up at him, my fingers tracing the contours of his face in the soft light. His eyes meet mine, a small smile on his lips. “You okay?” he murmurs, his voice low and tender.

I’m quiet for a moment, my thoughts swirling in my mind as I try to make sense of my emotions. Finally, I speak up, my voice soft.

“This just feels familiar,” I murmur, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “It reminds me of that night. It’s like I’m in a haze of déjà vu.”

Matt’s eyes meet mine, his expression suddenly serious. He seems to sense the doubts swirling in my mind, and he leans down to brush his lips against my forehead. “You’re scared I’ll leave you like he did, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and gentle.

His words hit me hard, and I can feel my resolve falter. I’ve never admitted it out loud, but I’m terrified of getting hurt again. The thought of putting my trust in someone only for them to leave like Chris did…it’s a nightmare scenario.

I let out a shaky breath, my fingers clenching in the sheets. “Yeah,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.

I untangle myself from the sheets, grabbing a silky robe from the bedside and wrapping it around myself. I move to the windows, stopping in front of them and looking out at the city of Los Angeles spread out beneath us.

The lights of the city sparkle like a sea of stars, the traffic creating a steady glow against the night sky.

From the bed, Matt watches me as I move around the room. His gaze is intense, following every movement, as if he’s afraid to look away for even a second.

He sits propped up on one elbow, the sheets barely covering his body. His eyes never leaving my figure as I move to the windows, the soft fabric of my robe clinging to my curves.

Without a word, Matt gets up from the bed, his bare feet moving silently across the cool floorboards. He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, his chest pressed against my back. I feel the heat of his body searing into mine, his presence a comforting weight.

My hand comes up to rest on his tattooed forearm, the feel of his warm skin a counterpoint to the cool night air. I lean back against him, my body resting against his solid form.

Matt’s arms tighten around me, holding me close. His chin rests on top of my head, and I can feel his breath against my hair. It’s a quiet moment, suspended in time.

We stand in silence, watching the city lights below us flicker and shine. I can hear his heartbeat against my back, the steady rhythm a soothing balm against my anxieties.

After a few moments, Matt’s lips brush against my ear, his voice a low murmur in the quiet room. “I won’t leave you,” he says softly, his words sending shivers down my spine. “You don’t have to be scared of me.”

Matt’s words linger in the air, and I can FEEL the truth in them. We’re best friends after all, just using each other for our mutual pleasure. There are no strings attached, no expectations beyond the physical.

And yet, there’s a part of me that finds comfort in Matt’s presence. He’s always there for me, always ready to offer a shoulder to lean on or a distraction from my thoughts.

“I know,” I whisper back, leaning my head back against his chest. “I trust you.”

His embrace tightens a fraction, his arms holding me firmly against him. “Good,” he replies, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Matt’s words sink in, and a sense of peace washes over me. Despite our “no strings attached” agreement, I know without a doubt that he cares for me. He’s become my rock, my safe place in the chaos of Hollywood. I raise my hand to his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze as a silent thank you.

Matt hugs me tighter, his strong arms holding me against him. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the steady rhythm calming my racing thoughts.

There’s a moment of quiet between us, broken only by the rustle of the sheets as he shifts his weight. Then he speaks again, his voice a deep murmur. “You mean a lot to me, you know that?”

His words tug at something deep within me, and I turn my head slightly to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes meet mine, and there’s a tenderness in them that takes my breath away.

I give him a small nod, my fingers tracing patterns on his skin. “I know,” I reply softly, my voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. “You mean a lot to me, too.”

Matt’s expression softens into a small smile, and he ducks his head to brush his lips against my temple. It’s a gesture that’s both intimate and platonic at the same time, the perfect mix of comfort and desire.

“Good,” he mutters against my skin, nuzzling his nose into my hair. “Because you’re stuck me and the other two. We’re all here for you, even Chris”

Matt’s chin comes to rest on my shoulder, his cheek against mine. I can feel the texture of his stubble against my skin, the warmth of his breath ghosting across my neck.

His words send a shiver through me. It’s a reminder that I’m not alone, that I have people who care for me. Despite our complex relationships and our tumultuous pasts, we’ve become each other’s support system.

I reach up to intertwine my fingers with his, feeling the rough strength of his hand in mine. “I know,” I repeat, my voice a little shaky. “And I’m grateful for all of you.”

Matt kisses my cheek, the gesture sweet and affectionate. “We got you,” he murmurs against my skin, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He holds me for a few more moments, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice a little huskier than before. “Come back to bed now”

I let out a soft breath at his words, a mixture of exhaustion and contentment washing over me. “You’re not going to let me brood and get into my own head more, huh?” I tease, my voice a little hoarse.

He just chuckles, his breath warm against my ear. “Nope,” he replies, his tone light. “I know you, and I know that head of yours. You’ll overthink everything until you drive yourself crazy.”

“I hate it when you’re right,” I mutter, letting out a resigned sigh. “You know me too damn well.” He chuckles again, his chest vibrating against my back. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep you from spiraling.”

He steps back, reluctantly letting me go. “Come on, let’s go back to bed,” he says, his hand going to the small of my back. “You need to rest. You’ve been through enough tonight.”

I follow him back to the bed, my body weary but my mind a little clearer. As I crawl under the covers, Matt slides in beside me, his arm coming around me again, pulling me closer.

We lie there in the quiet of the night, our bodies intertwined. I’m drifting on the edge of sleep, my mind finally beginning to quiet. Matt’s hand is playing idly with my hair, the rhythmic motion calming.

He’s not doing it in a flirtatious or seductive way, just providing a simple comfort. His touch is warm, his presence a steady reminder that I’m not alone.

As I drift off to sleep, I can faintly hear Matt whispering something in my ear, his voice a low murmur in the dark. I don’t quite catch his words, but the sound of his voice is soothing, and I’m too tired to try to make out the meaning.

The last thing I remember is the feel of his hand still stroking my hair, and then I’m falling into the blissful abyss of sleep.

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The sun filters in through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the room. I stir, slowly waking up from my peaceful sleep. I reach my hand out, expecting to feel Matt’s warm body beside me, but he’s gone.

With a little grumble, I push myself up, taking a moment to appreciate the morning rays before getting out of bed and getting dressed. Once I’m presentable, I venture out of my room and into the kitchen.

The sound of sizzling fills the air as I approach the kitchen. I round the corner to see Matt standing shirtless in front of the stove, spatula in hand. His back is to me. He doesn’t notice me at first, too focused on whatever he’s making.

I slide onto one of the countertops, watching as he expertly flips something in the pan. “You know, you really need a girlfriend,” I tease, crossing my arms over my chest.

He glances at me over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. “And why’s that?” he replies, going back to his cooking. “You offering?”

I roll my eyes at his question, a small laugh escaping me. “No, idiot,” I tease. “But you’re very much boyfriend material.”

Matt glances at me again, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes before he masks it with his usual playful demeanor. “Oh, yeah?” he replies, turning his attention back to the pan. “And what makes you say that?”

“You’re sweet, caring, not to mention you can cook,” I list off, listing the reasons on my fingers. “Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

He’s quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room the sizzle of the food in the pan. Then he speaks again, his voice a little softer than before. “And what about you?” he asks, still not turning to look at me.

“What about me?” I repeat, my voice a little breathy at the implication of his question.

He glances at me again, this time his gaze lingering. There’s something in his expression that I can’t quite place, something that makes my heart skip a beat. “Would you be lucky to have me as a boyfriend?” he asks, his tone light but with a hint of vulnerability.

I pause, torn between honesty and sparing his feelings. Finally, I take a breath and reply, my voice soft but firm.

“Yeah,” I admit, my eyes meeting his. “I would be lucky to have you… if I wasn’t in love with your brother.”

Matt’s expression flickers with surprise, his eyes widening for a moment before he quickly masks it with a small smirk. “Of course you’re in love with Chris,” he mutters, turning back to the stove. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

I bite my lip at his words, the slight bitterness in his tone sending a pang of guilt through me. “Matt…” I start, but he cuts me off, turning to face me.

“I mean, why wouldn’t you love him?” he continues. “He’s got the whole package, doesn’t he? Good looks, charm, talent…”

I frown at his sarcastic tone and roll my eyes. “Yeah, he’s got the whole package,” I reply, a hint of irritation in my voice. “But he’s also got the ego to go with it.”

Matt laughs at that, his expression brightening a fraction. “Can’t argue with you there,” he concedes, flipping something in the pan. “Chris always has been a bit of a cocky bastard.”

There’s a moment of silence between us but the he lets out a low, wry laugh, shaking his head. “He’s also a complete idiot.”

I can’t help but laugh at that, the tension easing a little. “Yeah, he definitely has his moments,” I agree, chuckling.

Matt shakes his head again, grinning as he scrapes the food onto a plate. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, the guy’s a dumbass.”

Matt hands me the plate, his expression softening. “But… I love him dearly,” he says, his voice a little quieter. “Even if he is a dumbass.” I take the plate, giving him a small smile in thanks.

There’s a moment of silence as we both take a bite of our food. The breakfast is delicious, the eggs fluffy and the bacon perfectly crispy. I let out a low hum of appreciation, my mood lifting a bit. “This is really good,” I tell Matt, licking my lips. “You’re a pretty decent cook, you know that?”

Matt grins at the compliment, a hint of smugness in his expression. “Yeah, I’m pretty talented in the kitchen,” he replies, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Not just with cooking, either.”

I snicker at his response, shaking my head. “Keep it in your pants, Matthew,” I retort, gesturing with my fork. “I’m just talking about your culinary skills.”

“Come on, you’re breaking my heart here,” he pretends to pout, clutching his chest dramatically. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know.”

I roll my eyes at his antics, fighting a smile. “Oh, don’t I know it,” I retort, shaking my head. “You’re also a pain in my ass.”

Matt tsks in mock offense, his expression exaggerated. “You wound me,” he replies, his hand over his heart again. “Here I am, cooking you a lovely breakfast, and you insult me. Where’s the appreciation?”

I roll my eyes again, trying not to laugh. “You’re so dramatic,” I say, unable to keep the smile off my face.

I take another bite of food, mulling over this idea. Then a wicked grin spreads across my face as a thought occurs to me.

“You know what? Maybe I should bring Nick over here,” I say, my tone laced with jest. “He’s much less of a headache than you two are.”

Matt gasps, his eyes widening in mock shock. “Excuse you,” he splutters, dramatic as always. “How dare you insult me like that. I’m a picture of ease and peace.”

I roll my eyes again, a laugh bubbling up in my throat. “Uh-huh, right,” I say with a smirk. “A picture of ease and peace. If by peace you mean chaos and by ease you mean endless energy.”

Matt puts his hands on his hips, lifting his chin in an attempt to look regal. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, his tone mock-offended. “I am a very calm and very peaceful person. It’s Chris you should be calling ‘endless energy’ and ‘chaos.’”

I roll my eyes again, but I can’t resist a laugh at his comment. “Sadly, you’re right… again,” I concede, picking up both our plates. “Chris is definitely the one who causes most of the insanity around here.”

I head over to the sink, starting to wash the dishes. “Thanks for the breakfast, by the way,” I call back over my shoulder. “It was delicious.”

Matt grins, leaning against the counter as he watches me. “No problem,” he replies, his voice easy. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes tracing over my figure as I wash the dishes. “You know, something about you washing dishes is really attractive,” he observes, his tone playful but with a hint of seriousness. “You look good domestic.”

I can feel his gaze on me, and a smile tugs at my lips, but I keep my focus on the dishes. “Quit flirting with me, Matthew,” I shoot back, not looking at him. “It’s not gonna work.”

Matt laughs, the sound low and amused. “Oh, come on, you love it,” he responds, his voice laced with tease. “You know you can’t resist my charm.”

I roll my eyes again, my smile widening despite my efforts to suppress it. “Keep dreaming, kid,” I retort, scrubbing a stubborn spot on one of the plates.

Matt holds his hands up in mock surrender, his grin widening. “Okay, okay,” he concedes, his tone a mix of amusement and faux-submission. “I’ll stop…. For now.”

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, pulling it out to check the screen. His expression changes as he reads the message, his brow furrowing slightly.

Matt grabs his shirt from the couch and pulls it over his chest, his movements quick and a bit distracted. “Chris texted,” he says, his voice a bit tense. “Something supposedly important came up, gotta go.”

He shoves his phone in his pocket and quickly starts putting on his shoes, his focus shifting entirely from the light-hearted banter to whatever issue Chris needed help with.

Matt straightens up, his shirt now in place and his shoes tied, his expression serious and a bit anxious. “I’ll see you later,” he says, his gaze meeting mine.

He’s halfway to the door when I finally find my voice, a faint sense of worry creeping in. “Wait, Matt-”

The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, a hint of worry in my voice. “Be safe,” I say, my eyes locked on his. “Even if it’s nothing bad.”

Matt falters in his stride, looking back at me. His expression softens, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “I will,” he responds, his voice gentle. “Don’t worry.”

Matt holds my gaze for a moment longer, his expression earnest. He gives me a small smile, a warm and genuine one, before he turns and strides out the door, pulling it closed behind him.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Authors note: sorry this took forever !! i know this chapter is confusing but matt and y/n are best friends with a little friends with benefits thing going on to make Chris jealous, Matt has no feelings towards y/n at all just trying to help her out! i know there’s so much matt interaction but there will be chris interaction soon !!

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with a girl like you. -> k.sirko

WARNINGS: profanities

SYNOPSIS: you first cross paths with Karen Sirko when your band is recording your first album. After the fact, you can't get her out of your head; turns out, Karen's been feeling the same way. word count: 1,537

NOTES: written for this request! I love Karen so much she's my wife fr

The evening was unseasonably cold for Los Angeles. You tightened your leather jacket around your body as you took another drag of your cigarette. It had been an extremely long day; your band, Neptune, were partaking in your first recording session under the guidance of Teddy Price, and the hours had run far longer than you’d expected. But really, you had no idea what to expect before you stepped foot in the studio. Prior to this day, all you guys had done was play bars that paid you next to nothing. Teddy had noticed you running ragged and allowed you a five minute smoke break to ‘reinvigorate yourself’, as he put it. 

You leaned your head against the brick wall, closing your eyes and letting the cold air wash over you. One more second, and you’ll go back inside and work your ass off for a few more hours, or forever, or somewhere in between– whatever it took to make Teddy Price satisfied. 

You hadn’t heard the door open or realized that someone had joined you outside until she spoke. 

“Can I get a light?” she asked, and your eyes snapped open. A blonde woman was standing next to you, a gentle smile that reached her dark eyes playing on her lips. She was vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint where from. 

“Sure thing,” you nodded, producing your lighter from your jacket pocket. She lifted her cigarette to her lips and brought her face close. You cupped your hand around the flame to shelter it from the wind as you lit it for her. 

She took a drag, blowing the smoke from her lips a moment later. It curled around her head, hazy and blue in the moonlight. “I’m Karen, by the way.” 

“Oh!” you said, snapping your fingers. “From the Six, right? I really dig your album.” 

Karen’s smile widened briefly. “Thanks, we’re almost done with our second one now. I’m here recording some overdubs of my keys.” 

“In that case, I can’t wait to hear it,” you said. “I’m (y/n), I sing lead for Neptune. We’re recording our first album in there. Just started, actually.” 

“An adventure begins,” Karen nodded solemnly and you laughed, nodding. 

“Well, I better get back in there. My five minutes ended about two minutes ago,” you said, stubbing your cigarette out on the wall next to you. 

“Well, best of luck,” Karen said. “I’ll be looking for your album.” 

“Thanks,” you grinned. “See you around, Karen.” 

When The Six’s second record, SevenEightNine, came out, you bought it on release day. It was wonderful, better, even, than their first, and you wanted to tell Karen that. You had found yourself thinking of the blonde often, though you hadn’t had the chance to talk to her again since that night outside of the studio. You wouldn’t be seeing her any time soon, unfortunately, because the Six were already touring again. You hoped you could coax Teddy into getting you tickets for a home show when they were back in Los Angeles. 

Meanwhile, recording your own album was going better than you ever could have hoped. You and your bassist, Talia, and your drummer, Killian, did most of the writing, and the three of you had been more creatively in tune since you started recording than ever before. The full vision of the album was quickly coming together, and Teddy had even told you all that he really thought he had something special on his hands. 

The months passed quickly, spending every day in the studio. Before you knew it, the recording was over, and you and Kieran were spending all of your time in the tiny soundbooth, mixing with Teddy and Tobias. Soon enough, that part was over, too, and your first album was going out into the world. Your first single reached number eight on the charts, and your second single reached number nine. All in all, for a first album, it was an auspicious chart. 

You were riding the high of a successful record release the second time you ran into Karen Sirko. You were in a bar with your band, celebrating the contract you had just signed with Ellemar for a thirty city tour. 

“You again,” she said, sidling up to the bar next to you. You jumped, surprised at her sudden appearance, and she smiled to herself as she ordered a drink. 

“You have quite the talent for sneaking up on me,” you said by way of greeting. 

“And you have quite the talent for singing,” she responded smoothly. “I bought your record.” 

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow and took a sip of your drink, waiting to hear what she thought of it. 

“It was captivating,” she went on, “I think I played it every day those last two weeks of tour.” 

“Well, that really means a lot, coming from you,” you said earnestly. 

“Why, ‘cause my band’s record is topping charts right now?” she asked cynically. 

“No, actually,” you downed the rest of your drink. “I’ve admired your keys since the first album. I saw the Six perform once, you know, before you joined. You elevate every song to a level that would just be impossible to reach without you.” 

“Well,” she said, ducking her head to hide a smile. Karen was cute, you decided, when she was flustered. She gathered herself and looked at you again, eyes bright as she pulled two cigarettes out of her jeans pocket and held them up. “Smoke break?” 

“I’ve got the light,” you said, patting the pocket of your jacket holding your lighter. Karen smirked, leading the way towards the side exit into the alley. 

Once outside, you went to pull your lighter out, but before you could Karen hooked her fingers in your belt loop, pushing your pelvis back into the wall. Her lips were on yours a millisecond later, hot and needy and persistent. The surprise passed a moment later, and you wound your hands in Karen’s blonde locks, pulling her closer to you. Her lips left your mouth and began leaving a hot trail of kisses across your jaw and down your neck. You sucked in a breath, chest heaving as you tried to keep quiet. 

“Karen,” you managed to get out, and the girl lifted her head, a mischievous smirk on her face. “Let’s go back to my place.” Without a word, she grabbed your hand and tugged you towards the mouth of the alley. 

The next morning, you woke up naked, tangled in your sheets and not alone. Karen was asleep next to you, the morning sun gleaming gold on her messy hair and bare shoulders. You grinned when you noticed the mottled maroon hickies on the sliver of her collarbone visible above the sheets, admiring your handiwork. You were admiring the whole woman, really, admiring the fact that someone like Karen Sirko could end up in your bed. 

You shifted on the mattress and Karen stirred, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms above her head. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and then turned to you, a soft smile gracing her face. You liked seeing her like this, serene and golden and all yours, the two of you tucked away from the world. 

“Morning,” she said, and you decided right then that you loved the gravelly tone of her morning voice. 

“Morning,” you grinned. “You like coffee?”

“Mm. Love it,” she responded, her eyes falling closed once again. You suppressed the urge to giggle at this new, languid morning Karen, instead standing from the bed. You pulled last night’s underwear back up your legs from where it had been discarded next to the bed, threading your arms through your silk robe and cinching it tight before heading to the kitchen. 

You were pouring coffee into two mugs when you heard Karen’s light footsteps padding into the kitchen. She came to a stop behind you, her narrow fingers pulling your robe down to expose your shoulder, pressing a kiss into the bare skin. You turned around, presenting one of the mugs to her, and she gladly accepted, immediately bringing it to her lips. 

The two of you stood for a while in comfortable silence, enjoying your coffee. Eventually, Karen put her mug down on the island and gazed at you, an appraising look on her face. 

“What?” you asked, raising a brow. 

“This…” she said, motioning her hands between the two of you. “This is just fun, right? Because I don’t want to lead you into thinking I can give you something that I can’t–”

“Karen,” you interrupted, because she seemed to be getting more worked up by the moment. “Yes, it’s just fun. I leave for tour soon, anyway. And I would never expect anything from you. But I am happy that I’ve got you the way I do.” 

Karen grinned, and you could see the relief flood her features. “Good, because I really like having you the way I do, too.” 

You crossed the distance between the two of you, settling your hands on her waist and leaning in to kiss her. 

“You got any place to be this morning?” you asked. 

“For you, I’m free as a bird.”

[lavender-creame]

Editor's Ecstasy (Ryan Magee x Reader)

| Minors DNI | 18+ only |

7.9k words

Summary: Supermega hires you as a new editor for them, but right before you moved to LA, you roommates canceled on you. Fortunately, Ryan Magee has a spare room for you.

Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, boss/ employee relations, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol

a/n: I pulled an all nighter for this one so y'all best be thankful, mwah <33. You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

The sun would be rising sooner than not; but, for the moment being, darkness stretched across the sky; in Los Angeles, it was never truly dark, though, nor was it quiet. Multicolored lights always dotted the sky, and cars were always rushing. Even from the window of the taxi, you could feel the dryness of the air- west coast summers were notoriously brutal. Clutching your cell phone, with nothing else to do besides wait, you anxiously dialed the unfamiliar number of your soon-to-be roommate who seemingly forgot all about your delayed flight; that was if he had even read the message at all. 

The call rang until it hit voicemail, “Hey! You’ve reached Ryan’s cell-” but you hung up before the recorded message could even finish; you had heard it several times already. 

Suddenly, you felt your body jolt with the halt of the taxi, and silently, the driver stepped out. As you stood to follow, your thighs stuck to the leather of the seats before peeling off, reminding you of the heat- you weren’t sure you would ever get used to it; the sounds that filled the city, on the other hand, you took note of, figuring it would eventually all become white noise to you in the same way it had for all of the LA natives.

Glancing across the dimly lit parking lot of the apartment complex, your roommate was nowhere to be found and most likely asleep, just as you had expected. Sighing, you decided on giving him one more call before you would just cut your losses and apologize to the taxi driver, asking him to take you to the nearest hotel for the night. 

The call rang, once again, but this time you heard a ringing from far behind you, accompanied by the slapping of shoes on the ground. You turned to meet the sound and although the ringing stopped, the footsteps continued until they had found their way into the light of the street lamp that you and the taxi fell under; a wave of relief washing over you, you placed your phone back into your pocket. 

Your gaze first met the apologetic smile of your temporary roommate, as well as new boss, before traveling up to meet his eyelids that fell heavy with exhaustion and further up to see his long, deep brown hair fraught with bedhead and thrown into a loose low ponytail. Taking a step back, you studied his figure for a moment, his graphic t-shirt held the form of his broad shoulders and although baggy, tapered a bit at where his waist was, his black shorts were placed low on his hips and his socks were patterned and peeked through his black slides. He looked utterly exhausted and his outfit didn’t match even a bit; you couldn’t help but giggle, although a slight melancholy feeling sat in the back of your mind.

You had obviously seen Ryan before, to an extent, through pictures and videos and such, but this was the first time you had met him in person. In a way, it was a moment you’d dreamed of for years: officially meeting your boss for the job you had always wanted. Unfortunately, however, standing awkwardly in a parking lot wasn’t exactly how you had imagined it; you thought you would walk into an office and shake his hand firmly, you would be dressed in an outfit that made you feel confident, and you would be calm and collected; in your vision, he would be too. However, in an unfortunate turn of events, both of you stood in the stale air of the LA night dressed in pajamas and sweats, bags under your eyes, visibly anxious, messy hair, and exhausted- there was no handshake, and you were less than confident to say the very least. Contrastingly, your focus once again settled on Ryan, and you noticed a modest and natural conviction that seemed to be a part of his aura; he was unfazed, besides his weariness from the late hours of the night. Under the soft light of the street lamp, the details of his face weren’t the easiest to make out, but you noticed a kindness to his features.

Out of breath, Ryan repented, “Y/n, oh my god. I am so sorry, I hope you didn’t have to stand out here too long.”

The sheepish look of Ryan was hard not to tease, but it was clear he was more embarrassed about keeping you waiting than how he looked; either way, you were just thankful that you wouldn’t have to spend your night looking for a room at a hotel. As you replied with gentle reassurance, he peaked over your shoulder to the taxi driver unpacking your bags. Ryan had obviously just then noticed his presence, and quickly left you by the passenger door, waddling over to join him. 

Standing at the trunk next to the driver, Ryan huffed out an apology to him as well, fumbling with his wallet in the process. Eventually, he managed to pull out a few bills to pay for the fare and a few more for a sizable tip, assumingly to make up for any time the driver had to waste waiting for him. 

You tried to stop Ryan, but there was no point. The taxi driver was already stepping back into the car, not caring who paid him as long as he got what he was due, and as for Ryan, the only response he humored you with was a long, hearty yawn. You groaned, already trying to come up with ways you would make it up to him; you felt guilty, but he was indifferent.

The taxi left the lot, leaving you and Ryan with all the luggage that littered the pavement. You cringed, already regretting packing so much. The only thought in your mind was sleep and the last thing you wanted to do was to take two trips up to the apartment; immediately, you began scoping out just how many bags you thought you could manage to carry at once, attempting mental math. On the other hand, Ryan had already stepped in front of you and began to pile bags onto himself.

You watched Ryan from behind in awe, appreciating his spontaneity, and even more, the way the backpack straps hugged his broad shoulders when he threw them over his bicep. Almost instantly, however, you caught yourself, and quickly looked away as your cheeks heated; you were a bit embarrassed that you were looking at your boss in such a way, you weren’t sure why you did it. 

Once he was finished, completely covered in bags, he had one backpack on each shoulder, a large duffle bag thrown across his chest, and was holding smaller bags in each hand, leaving you with only a small suitcase to pull behind you and a tote bag you were already holding. 

Seemingly too tired to genuinely talk, Ryan mumbled a quaint, “This way,” and nodded towards the apartments as he started forward. You quickly jogged to catch up with him before meeting his pace as he led the way through the building. After he guided you down several, identical, barely lit hallways you stopped keeping track of the path he took and instead pondered how you had managed to room with your boss in the first place. 

A month earlier, you had found yourself fresh out of film school and pulling yet another all-nighter while finishing some video projects clients had requested for you to edit and record. Long story short, you had received an email from Supermega for an editor and cameraman. Even though you hadn’t really heard of Matt and Ryan before, you quickly accepted after looking up their channel. Unfortunately, a few days before leaving for California, your would-be roommates called saying they had given the room to someone else and after searching for a place to stay with no luck, Ryan said he had an extra room for you until you could get on your feet.

Traveling up the elevator to the seventh floor, the two of you arrived at his, and now your, apartment.

“We’re here,” Ryan snapped you out of your sleepy daze.

You watched as he gently set down the luggage he was holding to feel for his keys in his pocket, before crossing his hand over to his other and finally finding them.

 As you watched Ryan drowsily search for his keys, you stood next to him, a bit self-conscious that Ryan was doing so much for you; you hoped he didn’t mind. As he swiftly pulled the keys out from the pocket of his shorts, they slipped from his grasp; you were already moving to pick them up from the carpeted ground, but so was he. 

Your fingers met atop the keys and you froze, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze. At this point, you were suddenly more than thankful for the dark hallways, as you were sure a light blush had reached your cheeks. The distance between the two of you was so short that you were close enough then to take in his scent and notice the patterns in the browns of his eyes; you stared at his lips. Ryan lifted his hand carefully, and you made the move to grab the keyring, the two of you standing up at the same time. You studied his scruffy jawline for just a moment before quickly taking a step back and moving your focus over to the door, then back to him.

“Sorry, I just-” you mumbled out, “here,” you raised your hand awkwardly, handing him the keys.

“Um- yeah, okay,” Ryan nodded before opening the door.

You lifted the bag he had set on the ground and wandered into the dark apartment; Ryan held the door for you. “Lights,” Ryan sleepily grumbled, nodding his head towards the light switch as he set down your bags.

Once the lights were on, you took a step forward, studying the apartment. It was a nice open concept and you were standing in the small kitchen with an island that led into a living space with a comfy-looking couch. The apartment wasn’t particularly dirty, but there were definitely a few objects and clothing littered around.

“Sorry about the mess, I’ll get it in the morning, it’s just been a busy few weeks- which is why you’re here, obviously, but yeah um…” He stated in a sort of jumbled mess of words. 

Rubbing his eyes, he led you to a door and opened it. “This is actually my bedroom, but I was using yours as a storage space and- you know what?” he cut himself off, yawning, “It’s not worth explaining, we’ll talk in the morning,” and with that, he waddled over to the couch and plopped down, cozying himself up with a soft blanket and gray decorative pillow, “Night.”

Finally realizing he meant for you to take his bed, in his room, you began to protest, “Ryan what are you talking about? I can’t take your bed, you’re already so kind for letting me stay here in the first place, and-”, but it was no use. He was already knocked out and it was clear there was no waking him. 

You took this opportunity to study his features- they had turned softer in his slumber; you smiled.

 After begrudgingly turning off the lights and walking to his room, you stripped to just your panties and the tank top you wore underneath your sweatshirt. 

Rolling into bed, you couldn’t help but breathe in the scent that lingered in his bedding. You recognized it from earlier, reminding yourself of the warmth that radiated off his towering figure and becoming a bit thankful for your original apartment plans not working out before giving in to the urge to sleep.

-

Waking up still surrounded by Ryan’s scent, you yawned, feeling the morning sun on your skin and cherishing the comfiness, before finally deciding to climb out of bed. After slipping on your shorts, you quietly peeked your head out of the bedroom and you saw Ryan still sound asleep on the couch; you let out a sigh of relief. Your eyes gazed across his sleeping form and you remembered the night before- Ryan waking up in the middle of the night for you, paying for your taxi, carrying most of your bags, and most of all, you remembered how the only reason you were even here in the first place was because Ryan was kind enough to let you stay in his apartment. More than grateful for his generosity, you decided that the least you could do was make him some breakfast.

Working quickly before Ryan could wake up, you opened the fridge finding eggs, bacon, some vegetables, and a couple of other ingredients, and began cooking with haste. 

As you cracked the second egg for Ryan’s omelet, you heard a big yawn from the couch. Turning towards the sound, you saw a sleepy Ryan who must have taken his hair down. Now that light filled the apartment, you could see him much better, fully appreciating his long brown hair that matched his tired eyes.

“Morning y/n” Ryan mumbled huskily, his deeper morning voice replacing his usual tone while lifting himself from the couch. He began heading for the kitchen, eventually dragging his feet towards the fridge and pulling out a carton of milk before setting it on the island counter. 

Taking a big whiff of the air and glimpsing over your shoulder, Ryan suddenly looked a bit more awake, “Wait, are you making breakfast?” he questioned, noticeably intrigued as he tied back up his hair. 

“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to wake up yet,” you greeted him with a mix of amusement and slight embarrassment, “but yeah I made omelets and bacon.”

Ryan raised his eyebrows and nodded looking content with your answer. 

You suddenly felt Ryan’s presence behind you as he reached for a cabinet above your head, he was careful not to push his body hard against yours, and instead brushed lightly against your back. As Ryan took the handle of the cabinet with one hand, his fingers lightly held your waist with his other, as if to let you know there was no need for you to move for him. Your tank top had already been raised a bit at your waist so you felt the warmth of his hand clearly, and tried not to pay too much attention to how long his rough fingers lingered on your skin. In this position, you were forced to merely stare down at the omelet you were making in hopes your boss didn’t notice your obvious blush.

As Ryan removed himself, as well as his hand, he set two glasses on the island and spoke as he tilted the now opened carton over one of them, “I’m pouring myself some milk, do you want anything?” 

Attempting to collect yourself before answering, you paused, trying to hide your flustered state, “Uh, yeah. I’ll um…” You took a deep breath and shook your head a bit so as to shake the lewd thoughts out of your mind, “I’ll just have water, I guess.”

Raising an eyebrow, Ryan opened the fridge, placing the milk back in, “You sure? I think I have some orange juice that’s still good in here.”

Pulling at the edge of your tank top to cover the skin at your waist that his touch still lingered on, you finally caught your breath replying, “Nope. I’m all good with water.”

With that, Ryan simply shrugged his shoulders and filled your glass before sitting at the island across from where you were cooking. 

As you finished, the two of you settled into each other’s silent presence. You could tell just from this small moment together that you and Ryan were similar in many ways; the two of you preferred the quiet to awkward small talk, for you both seemed to understand that there was no rush to getting to know each other and that it would happen in its own time.

Once his omelet was done, you rested it on a plate that you had found in one of the cabinets and slid it in front of Ryan with a serving of bacon. 

The two of you ate in silence just appreciating each other’s company and every once in a while, discretely stealing glances.

Ryan eventually broke the silence after taking a sip from his glass, “Thank you for breakfast, of course, but please don’t feel like you need to do this kind of stuff for me. I really don’t mind giving you a place to stay until you can find somewhere else, it’s the least I can do, really.” he said, finishing the last of his bacon.

A bit unsure of how to reply, you decided to ask about your luggage instead, “I wasn’t sure where to move my bags or I would’ve gotten them out of your way.” 

Ryan scratched his scruffy beard at your change in topics, figuring it wasn’t worth commenting on. He glanced at your bags sitting at the door. 

Letting out a quick huff, Ryan groaned seemingly to himself, “Yeah we gotta do something about that.” 

Suddenly, Ryan stood up from the island grabbing both empty plates, and walked them to the sink, leaving you at the island.

As you noticed him begin to wash the dishes, you spoke up to stop him, “I was going to wash those, you weren’t supposed to have to do anything this morning.”

Ryan let you finish your complaint, but paid it little mind, “You cooked, so I clean,” he stated matter of factly.

Nodding, you began to understand Ryan a bit more. You could tell he was a bit stubborn, despite his kindness, clearly enjoying doing things his own way. You took in how Ryan looked, spoke, and moved, silently hoping he was doing the same for you. You had only officially met him a few hours ago, yet you definitely began to catch feelings for him, and were a bit embarrassed of such. 

You watched Ryan take each plate carefully in his hand before washing it, and you had noted the tenderness he used. You blushed again thinking about the way Ryan gently caressed your waist the same way his hands ran over the plate, and you wondered if he was just as gentle when-

“So what do you think about all of this so far?” Ryan broke the silence once again, glancing over his shoulder, “Do you think you’ll be able to start working tomorrow?”

Lost in your thoughts, Ryan had startled you, obviously catching you a bit off guard.

Before you could reply, Ryan noticed your surprise and spoke again, pulling his hands out of the soapy water and drying them off before leaning his back on the counter to face you, “What’s on your mind? I hope sharing an apartment with me isn’t too awkward for you. I’m sure you would rather room with another chick, but I wasn’t sure what else to do for the time being,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

Ryan’s bashful smile from the night before had now returned, and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

He was nervous about you not feeling comfortable around him, but in reality, you were lost in your thoughts, thinking about the exact opposite, “What? No! That’s not a problem at all,” you tried to bite down your laughter, so as to convince him of your seriousness, “I couldn’t even begin to express my gratitude for you- I’m just tired from the long flight, that’s all,” you reassured him hoping he’d buy the excuse, “and to answer your question, I’d honestly like to start working today if possible; I like to keep myself busy.”

Ryan stared at you, looking for any sign of dishonesty or hesitation, but seemed pleased enough for the moment being, “Alright,” he nodded and signaled you to follow him.

The two of you wandered away from the kitchen and he silently led you down a short hallway. Eventually, he pointed at two doors explaining that one would be your room, when he finished cleaning it, of course, and the other was the shared bathroom. Then, he opened another door to a room filled with PCs, recording equipment, and other miscellaneous props.

“Back when Matt used to live here, the second desk and computer belonged to him, but when he moved in with his girlfriend,” Ryan rolled his eyes jokingly emphasizing the last word before continuing, “he said he’d been planning to buy a new PC anyways, so he decided to just leave it here. You’re welcome to use it, of course, when we're not at the Supermegaplex that is, but I noticed you also brought a lot of your own stuff too so don’t feel pressured to use anything you don’t want to.”

As Ryan spoke of Supermega, he began to sound more and more like the Ryan you saw in videos; bubbly and a bit sarcastic. You watched him lean on the door frame of the room with his arms crossed, defining his muscular biceps. His eyes lit up as he talked about the channel; you could tell how proud he was of it.

 “Anyways, we have a segment to film tomorrow if you’re down, but as for today, I’ll send over the podcast for you to edit. If you have any questions, just let me know,” Ryan finished, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear as he turned out of the room. 

You watched him walk down the hallway and open the door of your room with a sigh, clearly not thrilled to clean it. As for you, you settled into what used to be Matt’s chair, closing your eyes for a moment, just taking in the realness of the opportunity given to you. You were so excited to start this new part of your life, especially with Ryan. Trying not to get too attached to the idea of anything more intense happening between the two of you, you opened up Premiere and began editing; your reason for being in LA in the first place.

-

“RYAN STOP!” Matt screamed childishly into the mic of the recording room as Ryan laughed hysterically on the couch next to him.

Every day, you felt luckier to be in California editing for Matt and Ryan, cherishing every stupid moment with the even stupider Supermega boys; although, it did take some time to get used to parts of their humor (you had to look away on more than a few occasions when one of the boys decided it would be a good time to drop their pants on camera). Your roommate was always a plus too, and by the second week, both of you had gotten accustomed to each other’s presence. You found his introverted nature charming, and although he had a few odd habits, like his obsession with milk, you couldn’t help but feel admiration for his humble attitude and ability to make you laugh.

“Matthew, I have no idea what your problem with me is, but you absolutely need to swallow a chill pill,” Ryan said jokingly in a serious tone as he purposely messed with Matt, “My chill pill, like swallow my pill- my large, erect pill. Get it, Matt? I’m telling you to-”

Matt cut him off, already done with Ryan’s antics, “Yes Ryan. I get that you want me to suck you off, but we’re making a video right now, so it’s going to have to wait.”

You were recording for the boys with one hand on the camera and your other hand placed over your lips, attempting not to laugh. Ryan’s big, brown eyes met with yours as you tried not to make too much noise and he couldn’t help but subconsciously smile at you before continuing with the bit.

By the end of the video, the boys had managed to make quite a mess of the room, including more than one spilled drink, “Shit, Matt. We really fucked up this time,” Ryan said displeased with what they had done.

All three of you studied the floor that had been covered in all kinds of trash and liquid during the recording of a mailroom video.

“Yeah, we should probably start putting down a tarp or something before we record,” Matt said nonchalantly, “Hey, y/n, can you grab something to wipe this up?”

You, however, a step ahead of the boys, had already begun to place the camera down, and were starting to head towards the door, “On it.”

Strolling down the hallway, and into the kitchen, you sighed, realizing you didn’t know where most of the cleaning supplies were. Opening the cabinets, you managed to find a few rolls of paper towels and grabbed one. Suddenly, you thought back at how much had been spilled and quickly grabbed one more roll, just in case. Holding one in your hand, and placing the other under your arm, you made your way back toward the recording room, hoping this was enough to at least start cleaning up. You thought about how you would apologize for still not knowing the kitchen layout even after 2 weeks.

As you walked up to the door, you faintly heard your name being spoken by Matt, “Well what about y/n?”

Acknowledging your name, you grabbed the handle of the door, about to turn it, but something about the tone it was said in made you second guess walking in; you realized it probably wasn’t his intention for you to hear him. 

Baffling even yourself, you watched your hand silently release the door handle and fall to your side. You took a careful step back so as to not make your presence known and pressed your back against the wall opposite the way the door opens.

You had always wondered what was said about you when you weren’t around, sure everyone does a bit, but you never imagined yourself going to such lengths to actually find out. In fact, you were a bit embarrassed of doing something so childish, yet couldn’t find it in you to stop; you were eager to hear what Matt, and especially Ryan, truly thought of you. 

“Y/n? No, Matt. Definitely not,” Ryan responded in a harsh whisper.

“Come on man, you can’t lie to me, we’re literally best friends. I see the way you look at her. What about when we were just recording and she started giggling all cute like and you smiled and she blushed and-” Matt responded snarkily and a bit louder than he meant to, but Ryan quickly cut Matt off, shushing him. At the same time, you heard a grunt from the whinier voice, so you could assume Ryan had elbowed him. Your breath caught in your chest and your face began to heat up.

“Dude, shut up! She’s going to hear you!” 

Now, you officially knew the conversation wasn’t meant for your ears. However, you were too deep in to stop, so you lightly placed your ear against the wall. 

Ryan sighed before continuing, “It’s not like that, but even if it was,” Ryan paused and you held your breath, “I would never want her to feel pressured, I mean not only am I her boss, I’m her roommate. I could never do that to her.”

Your eyes widened and you backed up from the wall, unable to process what was said. You tried to shift the words around in your head, you tried to find any other meaning for them, but you couldn’t. Ryan liked you. Ryan felt the same way about you that you felt about him, but he didn’t want to hurt or pressure you. You thought about that first morning the two of you shared together and remembered the sheepish smile he looked at you with as he apologized for ‘the situation’ he had ‘put you in’ by not being another girl for you to room with instead. Everything made sense, all of it: the nights he would abruptly stand up from the couch you two shared and would retreat back to his room for the night, the times he would rush out of the house after eating breakfast with you, and the times he would refuse to drink much around you at all. You had to do something, you had to let him know, but you knew you couldn’t do it here. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and quickly crept back into the kitchen so as to not raise suspicion.

Once you were far enough away from the recording room, you spoke up, pretending you had been there all along, “Can one of you guys help me? I don’t know where some of the cleaning supplies are.” 

After a few seconds passed, you heard footsteps and saw Ryan standing bashfully in front of you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment until you saw him look down at the paper towels you were holding. He thought about what else he should grab before walking past you and opening a cabinet that held some carpet cleaner and trash bags.

You paused before speaking to him, “I’m sorry, I know it’s a hassle for you to have to help me with something so simple, but I-”

Ryan, making his way over to you, quickly interrupted your apology, grabbing one of the paper towel rolls from your hand. 

He stared down at you, and you up at him, his eyes completely genuine, “Y/n. Don’t ever apologize for needing help. It was unfair of us to expect you to know where everything is when you’re still new here. If anything, it’s me who owes you an apology, okay?”

As he grabbed the roll, your fingers brushed, sending sparks throughout your entire body and the two of you stood there for just a moment before Ryan purposefully slid his thumb against your hand, waiting for you to respond. You, however, were breathless and said nothing, just staring back at him.

“Okay?” Ryan egged on a response one more time. You nodded slowly and broke eye contact to look down as to hide your blush, and Ryan did the same, taking a step back. 

The two of you silently made your way back into the recording room to see Matt with arms full of paper, plastic, and cardboard.

“You guys sure took your sweet time,” Matt mumbled out before speaking up, “Ryan, do me a favor and hold that garbage bag open for me.”

-

A couple of weeks had passed since the mailroom situation and everything was going better than you ever could have imagined. The boys were all super funny, and kind, and everything you could have hoped for. Even though you were offered a workspace in the ‘Supermegaplex’, you decided to do most of your editing at your’s and Ryan’s apartment. You knew the living arrangements between the two of you were only temporary, but you wanted to cherish it while you still could.

The boy was definitely a homebody more than anything else and so you noticed Ryan didn’t really leave the apartment unless he needed to, hence why the two of you would spend most nights on the couch with a couple of beers and maybe a joint, playing video games or watching a movie; this night was no different.

“And so I’m on hour two of editing this video, trying to figure out how to do it in a way that actually makes you guys sound funny,” you say barely holding in your giggles as you stared at Ryan who was across from you on the couch, “and Matt walks in, like the idiot he is, not asking the last time I saved, and pulled the plug of the computer, erasing literally everything I had done!”

Ryan now was laughing too, letting out his classic chuckle as he took a sip of his beer.

“Anyways, needless to say, I yelled at him before making him do all the editing on that Let’s Play.”

Placing his now empty can on the coffee table, he spoke with a playful smile, “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

The two of you giggled again before you shifted your focus to the television, “Ryan this movie is awful, can we please put something else on?”

His eyebrows furrow in response, “Y/N, you say that as if you’ve actually been paying attention to it.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, “Maybe I’d watch it if it were more interesting.”

The remote was sitting on the end table next to Ryan so you tried to reach over him, but as you crawled closer to him, he tensed up a bit, unsure of what you were planning. You did your best to try to reach it without falling on top of him, stretching your body in the process, but Ryan still had to hand it to you, regardless. Ryan did his best not to look at the way your back arched as you reached for the remote or the way your shirt rode up as you did so, exposing a bit of your waist. You pulled away, completely unaware of the dilemma currently playing through Ryan’s head.

Even though Ryan had enjoyed spending most of his free time alone in the past, there was something comforting about your presence that didn’t drain his social battery. You two had a natural and undeniable connection due to your personality- something that Ryan grew attracted to. Ryan would never admit it, but the latter was the real reason he had been considering asking you to just drop your plans to find new roommates, but he worried that it was out of place for him to ask this of you as your boss. 

Because of this, Ryan determined it would be best for him to keep these thoughts to himself, instead deciding he would simply appreciate your company while he could- so when he caught himself glancing at your thighs and ass peeking out of your pajama shorts, or when he had a feeling you were a bit more touchy with him than the others at the ‘Supermegaplex’, he ignored it, doing his best to push away any attraction he began to develop for you.

“Actually, you know what? I’m bored,” you spoke up, breaking Ryan’s contemplation, “How about we play a game?”

Ryan squinted his eyes at you hesitantly, “Uh oh. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

You laughed before continuing, “Come on, it’ll be fun! One full round of Mario Kart, four courses, loser does whatever the winner says,” You looked at Ryan with hopeful eyes when he didn’t respond, “Please, Ryan! We haven’t played Mario Kart in two whole weeks!”

He sighed, “Fine, but if I win, you’re doing my laundry for a week.”

You cheered giddily before turning on the game and setting it to 150cc. The two of you picked your characters carefully; both of you were competitive people, and both of you were eager to win this.

“You’re going down, Magee!” You shouted as the countdown started.

“Yeah right, I can already see it now, a laundryless week full of relaxation,” Ryan replied, cockily.

You won the first round, but Ryan was on your tail the entire race, and the second race was Ryan’s win, but you too were following at a close second. As the third race started, you began to get a bit nervous; it was anyone’s game, and Ryan wasn’t going to give it up easily. Luckily for you though, Ryan got blue-shelled at the very last moment in the race, allowing you to swiftly take the lead. You took a deep breath as the final round started, you knew that it wasn’t over yet, as Ryan could easily tie it all up, which would mean all your hard work was for nothing.

Suddenly, you remembered what you had overheard a couple of weeks back, and even though it was a bit of a low blow, you took your jacket off, leaving you in only an athletics bra; you were hoping it might distract your opponent.

“What’s that for?” Ryan asked skeptically.

You giggled before replying, tossing your hoodie over your shoulder, “It just feels like this race is heating up a bit, so I took off my jacket. Got a problem with it, Magee?”

He couldn’t help but smile at your joke but rolled his eyes, nevertheless, “No problem at all sweetheart, you’re damn right this race is heating up. Expect to eat my dust.”

Sweetheart.

Your breath caught in your chest at the nickname he gave you. Maybe your plan was working out a bit too well.

Perhaps it was a curiosity for whatever plan you had, or perhaps it was because of how determined you looked to win, but Ryan found himself throwing the race once you fell behind him during the last lap. He faked disappointment and allowed you a 3-1 win, even clapping for you in the awards. 

“I told you I’d beat you!” you laughed a bit childishly, throwing your hands in the air, causing your breasts to bounce a bit in the loose-fitting athletics bra, “Alright now to figure out what I want you to do…”

“You didn’t already have something planned?” Ryan questioned.

“Well…” you began, “I could just have you do my laundry for a week, but I was thinking; how do you feel about me staying with you for another couple months in the apartment?”

Ryan’s heart swelled, “Y/N, you can stay with me as long as you’d like. There’s no one whose company I appreciate more; I mean, I like you a lot, Y/N.”

Suddenly, the room felt tenser, and the two of you seemed closer than before. Before you knew it, you were leaning into Ryan, gently placing your lips to his; he pulled away after a moment, though.

“Y/N-” he started, but you cut him off.

“Ryan, please kiss me again,” you begged.

“Fuck,” Ryan groaned before pulling you into another kiss.

You crawled onto his lap to deepen the kiss, teasing his lip with your teeth a bit as your hand snuck to the back of his head, tugging at the roots. Carefully, you ground your hips into Ryan subtly, feeling him slowly harden beneath you.

Ryan once again pulls away from the kiss, this time looking at you intensely and apologetically for a moment before speaking, “Y/N, please don’t do anything you’ll regret.” 

Starting to become annoyed with Ryan, you began kissing his neck and grinding into him harder, pulling a low groan from him. 

“Jesus Christ, Ryan. I’m an adult, aren’t I?” you snapped. 

“Yes, of course, but-” you cut Ryan off by massaging his member through his shorts, crawling off of him to kneel between his knees. 

“Actually, Mr. Magee,” you looked up at him innocently, “I was wondering if you’d just let me suck you off as my prize instead?” 

“Shit, baby,” was all Ryan could muster up as he looked at how pretty you were on your knees for him, pulling you into one more kiss before letting you have your reward.

Removing his cock from his shorts, you stared at him hungrily as his member sprung up proudly, already leaking precum. You were all but drooling at the sight of his girth, imagining what he would feel like inside you; you squeezed your legs together before licking his shaft from hilt to head agonizingly slow, looking into his eyes. Ryan bit back any sounds as you completely removed his pants and boxers, leaving him bare.

Suddenly, you took him all the way into your mouth, not wasting any more time teasing him; you figured he wasn’t the kind of guy who appreciated being teased for too long.

There was no way for Ryan to suppress a needy groan from falling out of his mouth as he hit the back of your throat. He lightly tangled his hand into your hair, encouragingly rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. 

Slowly bobbing your head, you used your hand to work whatever you couldn’t take, giving extra attention to his head with your tongue. You flicked your gaze up to Ryan and felt a shiver run through you when you saw his dark eyes, foggy with lust, watching the scene before him. You weren’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but all you knew now was you wanted to be fucked by Ryan more than anything else.

You pulled off Ryan, kissing his head before speaking, “Can I please ride you, baby?” You asked, drool and precum falling from your chin, eyes looking up at him in a daze.

You could feel his cock twitch in your hand immediately and he held back a groan, “Y/N are you sure you want this? Please don’t let me make you feel obligated to do anything.”

You felt your brows furrow and you stood up to climb back onto his lap. You pulled him into a hungry kiss, tugging at his hair as you did so.

“Ryan, what else do I have to do to show you that I want you to fuck me?” You asked, aggressively nipping at his neck, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you. I don’t care if you’re my boss or roommate, hell, I’m sure Justin would love my company for a week or two while I find somewhere to stay.” Grabbing the clasp of your sports bra, you unclip it before tossing it to the side and leaving yourself exposed, “Every day I’ve sat in this apartment yearning for you, and even now I’ve already sucked you off, so do I need to do all the work here, or are you going to finally just loosen up and fuck me into this couch?”

“Y/N baby, I’m so glad your original roommates canceled on you,” Ryan spoke before finally slamming his lips into yours.

With that, he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he did so.

“Where do you want me?” he asked between kisses.

“Fuck, Ryan,” you moaned as you felt his bare cock nudge up against you, “Your bed, please take me to your bed.”

Ryan kneaded your ass as he took you into his room after nudging open the door. Laying you gently on the bed, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head before standing before you in all his glory.

“Ryan, I’ve wanted this for so long,” you couldn’t help but say lovingly.

“Me too, hun, me too,” he replied as he climbed onto the bed.

His finger prodded at the waistband of your panties, slipping down to tease your clothed cunt. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” Ryan says almost subconsciously, "Lift your hips up for me, love.”

You, of course, complied, urgently following his request. 

He pulled the fabric off of you, kissing up your leg, thigh to ankle, as he does so. 

Ryan was beyond gentle, doing everything in his power to give you time to back out between kisses. He carefully spread your legs, nibbling the inside of your thigh before he decided you had dealt with enough teasing; he finally made contact with your cunt. Your toes curled and you let out a quiet moan as your back slightly arched off the bed. 

Ryan slowly made work of your folds, praising you as he did. His tongue ran across your clit, causing you to curse. You grabbed his hair, tangling your fingers in it, searching for stability when Ryan dipped a rough finger into your warmth. At the same time, his lips wrap around your clit in an intense suction. 

Finally opening your eyes, you see Ryan, covered in your slick, looking up at you needily. Wrapping his free hand around your thigh, Ryan pulls your cunt closer to him, causing you to let out a high-pitched noise you didn’t even know you could make. 

You felt a knot forming in your belly as Ryan added another finger, curling them to hit your G spot every time. There was no doubt Ryan was experienced.  

“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” Ryan breathed, “Please baby, I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

Your walls pulsed around his fingers one last time before your grip on Ryan’s hair tightened. His plea had brought you over the edge and your back arched, pushing your cunt into his mouth as you came.

As you came down from your high, Ryan pulled you into a sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips; you moaned.

“Think you can give me one more, sweetheart?” Ryan asked; you nodded.

“How about this time, you cum on my cock, how does that sound?”

You nodded once more, struggling to speak after such an intense orgasm.

“Sorry baby, what did you say? You don’t have it in you?” Ryan teased.

“Please Ryan, just fuck me already,” You mumbled out.

Ryan bored his needy head up against your hole, dragging it along your folds.

He chuckled before speaking up again, “I know you said earlier that you wanted to ride me, but you can do that another time; for now, let me show you how grateful I am.” 

With that, he began slowly pushing himself into you, sucking on your neck as he did so to try to ease any pain that he worried his girth might give you.

Ryan slowly thrusted in and out of you, gauging your reactions to each thrust of his hips.

“You’re taking me so well, I knew you would,” he groaned, trying to praise you, but you were having none of it.

After a couple of thrusts, it was obvious that Ryan was still hesitant to hurt you, and so his cock moved inside of you at an excruciating pace. 

“Don’t be afraid of breaking me Ryan,” you spoke, “I’m not made of glass, so fuck me so I can feel good.”

Ryan chuckled again, “Sorry baby, I just wanted to make sure you were okay first.”

With his reply, he gripped your hips and began pounding into you.

Immediately, you found yourself completely lost in the pleasure. 

Ryan pulled you into another kiss as he snuck one of his hands to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it, hoping to encourage a second orgasm from you. You were a moaning mess under him, wrapping your ankles around his hips subconsciously. 

“Fuck, Ryan,” you whined, “I’m close.”

“Me too, Sweetheart,” Ryan replied before adjusting positions so your ankles rested above his shoulders. From this angle, he was ramming into your g spot with every thrust, sending shocks throughout your entire body. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Ryan mumbled between groans, “Cum for me one last time, Sweetheart.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice as you were already on the edge of your high. As you came, Ryan pulled out, cumming on your stomach.

The two of you sat there for a moment catching your breaths before you started laughing, “Ryan, I should probably tell you,” you admitted, “I overheard you and Matt talking after the mailroom video, I’m not usually this forward, I’ve just known.”

Ryan sat up, mouth agape before replying, “Matt’s always too fucking loud, but maybe I’ll let him off the hook just this once,” he said as he pulled you into one last kiss.

[subliminalbo]

10 Years of Subliminalbo [ 1 ]

Fleur-de-lis 1: Adriana's Entrancement Annotated [ 2 ]

Adriana [ 3 ] looked out among the crowd gathering on her balcony and she smiled. There wasn't another supermodel in sight [ 4 ]. You see, tonight wasn't about the business, it was just pleasure. Most of her guests thought that this was a simple housewarming party. Adriana had a lot of homes in a lot of cities, what was so special about this unassuming Los Angeles condo? But after modeling for eighteen years, Adriana didn't get a lot of opportunities to be herself. That's why she'd invited only a handful of guests, personal friends unrelated to the industry [ 5 ].

Adriana floated in and out of conversation with her guests until she spotted a woman standing at the railing, overlooking the Los Angeles skyline.

"Excuse me," Adriana approached her. "Are you with somebody?" She didn't mean to sound rude, but she had been strict about the guest list and she hadn't expected to find strangers are [ 6 ] her own party.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The woman asked, her eyes trained on the lights dotting the landscape [ 7 ]. "I've always loved this view. Pardon me," she turned her attention to Adriana and extended a hand. "Elena Maxwell [ 8 ], I'm a friend of Miranda's."

Adriana frowned. Though she was friendly with the other Victoria's Secret models, Miranda Kerr was the inevitable exception [ 9 ]. She was the type of woman who only saw enemies. For Miranda, Adriana Lima was the biggest threat to her rising star. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't invite Miranda."

"Oh, I know," Elena replied. "Actually, I invited myself. My people have been trying to reach out to you for months and we haven't heard a word from your agent, so I just had see you personally. I'm the CEO of Fleur-de-lis lingerie, and I think you'd be a great fit for our growing roster of models." [ 10 ]

"Excuse me?" Adriana was growing more and more flustered by this woman's presence. Not only had she invited herself to a personal event, but now she was talking business, trying to pull her away from the company that had treated her so well for so many years. These were the kind of shifty politics that made Adriana want to get away from the fashion world for just one night. Adriana knew of Fleur-de-lis, Miranda had recently left Victoria's Secret to work with them. It was a welcome change, but not soon after they'd begun reaching out to her too. Adriana had been firm with her agent: she wasn't interested in modeling for another company. That was the end of that. "I'm sorry, but you're intruding." [ 11 ]

"No, I'm sorry," Elena smiled and placed a cold hand on Adriana's shoulder. "I just wanted to see if you were as beautiful in person as you are in all of those photoshoots."

Flattery would get Elena nowhere. Adriana was finished with this conversation. She turned around to signal for her bodyguard to escort Elena off of the premises.

"Okay then," Elena said, slipping on a pair of sunglasses. "Bring the light." [ 12 ]

"You're going to have to come with me, ma'am," Adriana's bodyguard took a firm hold of Elena's arm and pulled her away from the balcony. She didn't fight back. She moved with the man as he took her toward the door, but the man stopped short as the sound of helicopter blades silenced all of the voices from the party. Everyone, including the bodyguard, looked to the sky as the helicopter hovered above the hillside condo. [ 13 ]

"What is this?!" [ 14 ] Adriana shouted before the entire balcony was flooded in a bright, piercing glow from the helicopter's spotlight.

Adriana knew there was something wrong as she looked into the light. Warm, tingling waves washed over as her body numbed, and her mind soon followed. I need to look away [ 15 ], Adriana thought. She managed as best she could to speak, but was startled when out of her mouth came, "Need...look...way..." She tried again but this time only a long, hollow grunt escaped. [ 16 ]

The rest of Adriana's guests stood there frozen, their heads cocked up to the sky, entranced by the blinding light. Elena smiled as the bodyguard's grasp loosened, his arm falling harmlessly away.

Meanwhile, Adriana's world was narrowing. She lost focus on everything around her. The light, that was all that mattered now. [ 17 ] She could hear someone moving around her, but she couldn't to turn her head to see. There was a small part of her, whatever part was left fighting, that hoped someone had arrived to save her. And then Elena spoke in her ear. Her words echoed through Adriana's mind [ 18 ]. The light is pleasure. The light is comfort. The light is peace. You want to look into the light.

And she did. Adriana no longer felt the urge to look away. She only wanted to be drawn in. A wave of pleasure washed over her [ 19 ] as she gave in to its power, her mind completely washed clean of its useless thoughts. The light wouldn't leave Adriana permanently brainwashed [ 20 ], but Elena could fix that as soon as she got her back to the Fleur-de-lis office in downtown LA. She took Adriana's hand and as she led her from the condo, dozens of Elena's men slipped in through the front door to handle her guests [ 21 ]. For them the night was over. By the time they awoke in the comfort of their own beds, they would have no memory of this night's bizarre turn of events, and Adriana Lima would already be deep into her orientation as a model of Fleur-de-lis. [ 22 ]

[ 1 ]. My first mind control story was posted to Deviantart on November 23rd, 2013. At the time my username was thedude11111 and that was what people would know me by until the switch to Subliminalbo in 2016. Fleur-de-lis started as a single 250 word story (the original text was lost forever in a 2017 rewrite that expanded the setting) to act as a companion to the manip. I don't like this story very much. I write about fictional people for a reason, but I'm using the original text mostly to dunk on my younger self.

[ 2 ]. Before fictional college towns and mind controlling goo, I wrote about Victoria's Secret models. My Deviantart era is an ongoing source of embarrassment for me, but one which I find a little difficult to hide from. I was eighteen years old and I liked supermodels and mind control. Around 2019 I decided to semi-canonize Fleur-de-lis by fictionalizing all of the models and recontextualizing it around the universe I've built. If this story feels familiar to anyone, it's probably because it's the first half of Fleur-de-lis #1: An Orientation, which is a slightly better proof edited version. Despite the update, The original Fleur-de-lis remains a bizarrely popular series over on Deviantart. I have no plans to bring it to Tumblr in its entirety, but you can read the full series collected on PDF over there.

[ 3 ]. Celebrity stories were big on Deviantart in 2013. Outside of the gross ethics of writing fantasy mind control smut about real people, I always found the situations to be limiting. Even today I have a hard time returning to write new chapters of the remixed series because the stakes are just so damn goofy.

[ 4 ]. Another limitation of writing about real people was having to come up with these little plot details that felt true to life. I used to run a modeling blog (my secret shame) and the community was full of gossip about which models hated who, so I kind of characterized Adriana as this consummate professional who is desperate to get above the bullshit. It's a hyperbolic look at the modeling world that is just flavor, but it's not good flavor? Like, I really don't care about these characters.

[ 5 ]. I build up this party like it has some big significance and just completely drop it by the end of the paragraph. My 2013 work ethic on full display, just shitting something out and never looking back. Made worse, of course, by the fact that this paragraph survived the 2017 rewrite (and is mostly in tact in the 2022 remix. I suck so much sometimes).

[ 6 ]. Happy to see this typo survived the 2017 rewrite too.

[ 7 ]. The focus on the LA skyline is an allusion to the movie Heat for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

[ 8 ]. Even before CSU and its growing roster of evil mind controlling ladies, I preferred female villains in these stories. It's not as much a femdom thing as it's simply more palatable to me. I've never wanted my characters to be confused for self-inserts.

[ 9 ]. Miranda Kerr left Victoria's Secret in 2013 on supposedly bad terms as her marriage melted down, famously leading to Orlando Bloom vaulting a couch to punch Justin Bieber in the face as Leonardo DiCaprio cheered. Sometimes life becomes a mad lib.

[ 10 ]. The conflict of this series is mostly about contracts, which is part of the reason I find the stakes so stupid. It actually really bums me out how much energy we waste in 2023 talking about business decisions like this. Consider the copious amount of Endgame theories that speculated on the deaths of characters based on whose contracts were expiring. Just a real staring into the abyss type stuff to me.

[ 11 ]. Ah! Gross! I don't even know what to call these kinds of run-on paragraphs, but they still show up in my writing from time to time. A long stretch of unbroken exposition bracketed by unconnected dialogue. To me it all screams, "I need to fill out space." Just painful to read.

[ 12 ]. I think Elena is supposed to be talking into an earpiece, but I don't make a single reference to it in this version of the story. It kind of comes off like this is just a thing she says before she does evil shit.

[ 13 ]. Kind of a clumsy sequence of events. Not a fan.

[ 14 ]. I'm not one hundred percent certain that this isn't an allusion to Professor Quirrell's "what magic is this?" line from The Sorcerer's Stone film. For whatever reason the line reading always stuck with me. Anyway, trans rights are human rights.

[ 15 ]. Okay, I am one hundred percent certain that the inner dialogue here is a reference to Jukebox's "I Need to Wake Up"

[ 16 ]. I like to think that I've gotten better at writing mind controlled people lmao

[ 17 ]. Inductions have always been a weakness for me. There are a few that I've written over the years that I'm proud of, but overall I still find that the vast majority of them happen way too fast.

[ 18 ]. A first appearance of a Subliminalbo cliche: conditioning "echoing" in someone's mind. Still comes up in probably four of every five stories that I write.

[ 19 ]. Subliminalbo cliche number two.

[ 20 ]. In early stories I would go out of my way to explain the mechanism of the mind control. These days I'd trust that the reader can work out for themselves that Adriana is only mesmerized here without me saying it directly.

[ 21 ]. Always imagined these men coming in like Sylvia Christel's cleaners in No More Heroes.

[ 22 ]. In the absence of actual smut, I close the story out with the promise that Adriana is going back to the evil corporate headquarters to be brainwashed. Some painful telling instead of showing.

[apothia]

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[frucienlover]

La Rose Noire (The Black Rose)

This fanfiction is a birthday gift, dedicated to Claire, one of my best friends that I met right here on Tumblr. Happy birthday, girl, I love you!!!! 😘😘😘 @7-wonders​

 Summary: Moving from her family home in Boston and having to settle into a new territory in Los Angeles wasn't what Rose Harmon had in mind when she wanted a fresh start, but with the death of her unborn baby sibling and the revelation of her father's affair, she understood why it was necessary. When things begin to go awry in their new home, Rose will find that the lines between good and evil become blurred and must answer the age old question: can true love really conquer all?

Prologue: The Move

The shouting was muffled, but it could still be heard through the thin walls. Raised, angry voices floated from their parents' room to the room Rose Harmon shared with her younger twin sister, Violet.

"They're fighting again," Violet said sullenly, sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting on them and her arms wrapped around herself for support.

Rose glanced over at her sister, sympathy washing over her at the latter's position. Violet always had trouble adjusting to life as a moody teenager, but the constant arguments between their parents and the tension in the house only made it worse.

"Yeah. I know," she sighed and moved away from the door before sitting on Violet's bed, the mattress dipping with the redhead's weight.

"Do you think they'll get divorced?" Violet asked softly, staring into her sister's eyes.

Rose contemplated that. On one hand, she hoped that their parents didn't end up divorced; it just complicated things, like holidays, custody battles, the news spreading around town, etc. Not to mention the emotional strain it would put on them all…

But on the other…if their mother left their father, it wouldn't be undeserved on his end.

"I hope not," she eventually answered. "But I'd understand if they did."

Violet nodded. After a few minutes of silence, another inquiry left her lips: "If you had to choose…if they wanted us to choose…who would you live with? Mainly?"

That question made Rose pause. "Who would you live with?" She countered calmly, though she already knew the answer.

"Dad."

'I knew it,' Rose thought. Her sister had always been closer to their father. She never understood why, but they'd always had such a strong bond while Violet's relationship with their mother was strained, especially when the younger Harmon started puberty. 

"I'd choose Mom," she watched Violet's nose crinkle slightly. It wasn't disgust she saw on her face, but her twin obviously wasn't pleased with her response.

"Why?" Violet asked. She realized that her tone could be considered rude or judgmental, but she didn't backtrack and change it.

Rose gave her a look that was both reprimanding and incredulous. "He cheated on her," she said.

"He was grieving. They lost our brother," the defense sounded weak to even Violet's ears, but it was the truth. Ben Harmon didn't just decide to go out and cheat on his wife, Vivien, because he didn't love her; it was brought on by tragedy and the emotional distance between them afterwards.

"That doesn't make it okay," Rose replied, protectiveness over her mother rearing its head again at the younger girl's words. She always had a stronger bond with Vivien than with Ben. Maybe it was because she was her first daughter or she just had more in common with her than Violet, but the older twin never had the same connection with her father that she had with her mother. "He slept with another woman—one of his students, no less—and Mom caught them in her bed. Yes, Mom pushed him away, and Dad lost him, too, but Mom was the one who carried our brother for seven months only to discover that he died inside of her and then had to deliver his body two months after because her own didn't naturally flush him out. I don't blame her for coping with losing her baby the way she knew how at the time. Being depressed and not wanting to be with her husband for awhile is not the same as fucking someone else in your marital bed and you know that, Vi."

Rose's heated lecture silenced Violet, the fight draining out of her. She sniffled a bit and said, in a small voice, "I just don't want our family to be ripped apart. I don't want to be ripped from you."

Rose's eyes softened. She completely understood what Violet was saying. It wasn't so much that she condoned their father's affair or blamed their mother for it, she just didn't want to experience such a drastic change. They liked their life in Boston: their house, their friends, their school…if their parents divorced, they'd be taken from all of that, especially if both of them wanted to relocate to different areas further away from one another.

The fact that they each wanted to live with the other parent made the situation absolutely hellish. Despite their differing opinions and arguments they'd had throughout the years, Rose and Violet had always been close. They shared a womb together, they were born together, they did everything together…losing each other would be like tearing out a part of themselves that they could never get back. They would never feel whole again.

Rose leaned forward, bringing Violet into a comforting embrace. Despite not being the most social person, her sister was the exception, and Violet leaned into her warmth, closing her eyes and taking in the scent of her—the vanilla skin care products and lavender shampoo she ritualistically used—and the sound of her heartbeat as the dirty blonde placed her ear against the redhead's chest. Violet allowed Rose to hold her, to support her as she slumped into her, as if she could physically join them so it made separation impossible, basking in the serenity that only her sister could provide.

Ever the caretaker, Rose kissed the top of Violet's head before gently running her fingers through her hair, stroking between the strands and repeating the motion to further relax the distressed teen in her arms.

"I don't want to lose you, either," Rose murmured. Even the thought was agonizing to her. "But I promise you that no matter what happens, you and I will always be together."

"How?" Violet asked.

"In our hearts. You're in mine all the time and I know I'm in yours. As long as we have that, it won't matter how far the distance is between us."

Suddenly the arguing ceased and Rose heard quiet footsteps approach their door before a light knock resounded through the now still house. "Rose? Violet?" Their mother's voice rang out. "Can we come in? Your father and I have something to tell you two."

Rose looked down at Violet, the latter having opened her eyes and was gazing up at her. She could see the apprehension in the blonde's eyes, the fear that this something will be that they're getting a divorce. It was a fear that Rose knew reflected on her own face.

"Come in," Rose called, and the doorknob turned, the squeaking of the hinges as the door swung open deafening in the silence. Ben and Vivien stood in the doorway, their expressions completely unreadable as they regarded their children.

The sisters reluctantly separated from their embrace, but still sat together on the bed, their hands tightly clasped in preparation for the bombshell that was about to come down.

"What's going on?" Rose asked.

Before either of their parents could open their mouths, Violet quickly followed up her twin's question with one of her own: "Are you getting a divorce?"

Ben and Vivien exchanged tired looks as they walked deeper into their daughters' room. "No," Vivien began, sitting beside Rose. "We're not getting divorced."

"But we do want to start fresh," Ben finished, taking a seat on Violet's side.

"What does that mean?"

Ben and Vivien sighed, a long, drawn out noise that was obvious to anyone who heard it that they were completely finished with the topic.

"After much consideration," Ben began this time while his wife remained mute, content to watch for the time being. "Your mother and I decided that the four of us are going to pack our things and leave Boston to go to California. We didn't want to give up on our marriage or separate you two, so moving was the best option."

Well, it wasn't the bombshell they expected, but it dropped anyway.

[classicsubliminalbo]

Fleur-de-lis 1: Adriana's Entrancement

Originally Published Nov 23, 2013 This series has been retconned

Adriana looked out among the crowd gathering on her balcony and she smiled. There wasn't another supermodel in sight. You see, tonight wasn't about the business, it was just pleasure. Most of her guests thought that this was a simple housewarming party. Adriana had a lot of homes in a lot of cities, what was so special about this unassuming Los Angeles condo? But after modeling for eighteen years, Adriana didn't get a lot of opportunities to be herself. That's why she'd invited only a handful of guests, personal friends unrelated to the industry.

Adriana floated in and out of conversation with her guests until she spotted a woman standing at the railing, overlooking the Los Angeles skyline.

"Excuse me," Adriana approached her. "Are you with somebody?" She didn't mean to sound rude, but she had been strict about the guest list and she hadn't expected to find strangers are her own party.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The woman asked, her eyes trained on the lights dotting the landscape. "I've always loved this view. Pardon me," she turned her attention to Adriana and extended a hand. "Elena Maxwell, I'm a friend of Miranda's."

Adriana frowned. Though she was friendly with the other Victoria's Secret models, Miranda Kerr was the inevitable exception. She was the type of woman who only saw enemies. For Miranda, Adriana Lima was the biggest threat to her rising star. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't invite Miranda."

"Oh, I know," Elena replied. "Actually, I invited myself. My people have been trying to reach out to you for months and we haven't heard a word from your agent, so I just had see you personally. I'm the CEO of Fleur-de-lis lingerie, and I think you'd be a great fit for our growing roster of models."

"Excuse me?" Adriana was growing more and more flustered by this woman's presence. Not only had she invited herself to a personal event, but now she was talking business, trying to pull her away from the company that had treated her so well for so many years. These were the kind of shifty politics that made Adriana want to get away from the fashion world for just one night. Adriana knew of Fleur-de-lis, Miranda had recently left Victoria's Secret to work with them. It was a welcome change, but not soon after they'd begun reaching out to her too. Adriana had been firm with her agent: she wasn't interested in modeling for another company. That was the end of that. "I'm sorry, but you're intruding."

"No, I'm sorry," Elena smiled and placed a cold hand on Adriana's shoulder. "I just wanted to see if you were as beautiful in person as you are in all of those photoshoots."

Flattery would get Elena nowhere. Adriana was finished with this conversation. She turned around to signal for her bodyguard to escort Elena off of the premises.

"Okay then," Elena said, slipping on a pair of sunglasses. "Bring the light."

"You're going to have to come with me, ma'am," Adriana's bodyguard took a firm hold of Elena's arm and pulled her away from the balcony. She didn't fight back. She moved with the man as he took her toward the door, but the man stopped short as the sound of helicopter blades silenced all of the voices from the party. Everyone, including the bodyguard, looked to the sky as the helicopter hovered above the hillside condo.

"What is this?!" Adriana shouted before the entire balcony was flooded in a bright, piercing glow from the helicopter's spotlight.

Adriana knew there was something wrong as she looked into the light. Warm, tingling waves washed over as her body numbed, and her mind soon followed. I need to look away, Adriana thought. She managed as best she could to speak, but was startled when out of her mouth came, "Need...look...way..." She tried again but this time only a long, hollow grunt escaped.

The rest of Adriana's guests stood there frozen, their heads cocked up to the sky, entranced by the blinding light. Elena smiled as the bodyguard's grasp loosened, his arm falling harmlessly away.

Meanwhile, Adriana's world was narrowing. She lost focus on everything around her. The light, that was all that mattered now. She could hear someone moving around her, but she couldn't to turn her head to see. There was a small part of her, whatever part was left fighting, that hoped someone had arrived to save her. And then Elena spoke in her ear. Her words echoed through Adriana's mind. The light is pleasure. The light is comfort. The light is peace. You want to look into the light. And she did. Adriana no longer felt the urge to look away. She only wanted to be drawn in. A wave of pleasure washed over her as she gave in to its power, her mind completely washed clean of its useless thoughts. The light wouldn't leave Adriana permanently brainwashed, but Elena could fix that as soon as she got her back to the Fleur-de-lis office in downtown LA. She took Adriana's hand and as she led her from the condo, dozens of Elena's men slipped in through the front door to handle her guests. For them the night was over. By the time they awoke in the comfort of their own beds, they would have no memory of this night's bizarre turn of events, and Adriana Lima would already be deep into her orientation as a model of Fleur-de-lis.

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Understanding the Difference Between Silk Organza and Polyester Organza

Organza is a lightweight, sheer fabric that’s commonly used in wedding gowns, evening wear, and decorative applications. While both silk organza and polyester organza are popular choices, they have distinct differences.

Silk Organza: Made from natural silk fibers, silk organza is prized for its luxurious feel and natural sheen. It’s more delicate and offers a softer drape, making it perfect for high-end garments and bridal wear. However, silk organza is more expensive and requires careful handling and maintenance.

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At Amazing Warehouse Inc., we offer both silk and polyester organza, ensuring you can find the right fabric for your specific needs.

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At Amazing Warehouse Inc. in Los Angeles, we pride ourselves on offering a diverse range of high-quality fabrics to meet all your needs. Our knowledgeable staff is always ready to assist you in finding the perfect material for your project. Whether you’re looking for the luxurious feel of silk organza, the durability of polyester organza, the stretch of jersey knit, or the absorbency of cotton flannel, we have you covered.

Visit our website, Amazing Warehouse Inc., to explore our extensive fabric selection and discover expert advice on choosing the right fabric for your project. Elevate your creations with the finest fabrics from Amazing Warehouse Inc., your trusted fabric store in Los Angeles.

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"That's very important." Hali fired back with a playful grin of hers when he mentioned what his mother had done for him. Growing up, her father had taught Halime that sometimes, you could tell how a man treated women by the way they talked and treated their mother... and judging by the different gleam that took over Xavier's gaze as he spoke about his own mother, she could tell just how much he cared about her. Also, she could tell how much of it was also masked by something his father had done... something, that Halime didn't dare asking. At least, not for the time being. She might not have been the best at talking to others, but she sure as hell knew how to keep her mouth shut and not ask invasive questions when the moment asked for her to do so.

Halime could also spend hours talking about her own parents, although she rarely did nowadays. It made her wonder if she would be able to do so without growing sad over their loss, because the world deserved to know how great they both had been and that losing them way too soon, left a hole not only in her life, but also in all the lives of everyone they had touched or could have touched. She made a promise to visit Muslim Cemetery her parents had been buried in Los Angeles during her visit to California within the nest few weeks, and moved on with the conversation, noticing she'd gone silent for too long and might end up eliciting questions from Xavier as to why she'd gotten quiet all of a sudden. Well, if they were to spend more time together, he would soon find out she often did that: quietly observed, or simply got lost in her own thoughts.

Eventually, her sleep and own exhaustion got the best of her and the conversation died down, as they both fell asleep.

•••

She felt a minor shift on the bed, but that didn't stir her awake, only making her curl further up in a fetal position, holding the duvet close to her chest to keep herself warm, as she was easily cold. Not even the shower running was enough to wake her up, only when she smelled the coffee take over the room, was that Halime rolled in bed, trying to wake up.

Like a child, she sat up, the duvet perfectly wrapped around her shoulders as she tried to recollect her thoughts from the night before. The wine making itself present in her body in the form of a slight headache. The word late, finally jolted fully awake. "We're late? Why didn't you wake me up?" Hali asked, tossing the duvet aside and jumping out of bed, one hand immediately moving to her hair to tie it up in a loose bun. "Where's my phone?" Stumbling across the room, Halime finally reached where she'd left her phone charging and noticed the time, stopping short on her tracks, then turning to face Xavier. "We're.... not late." She furrowed her brows, wanting nothing but to punch him right across the face, but not doing so. Instead, she walked to where her pillow had fallen on the floor due to the confusion, and smacked his arm with it. "Ugh, you scared me! I thought you were late because of me!" But hell, why did he have to look so hot while doing so?

Halime then moved to the bathroom to wash her face, and brush her teeth before heading back to the main room. "We're still not in good terms." She warned, completely joking with him, and she hoped he could sense it in her warm tone. "But we might be... after you pour me some coffee, please." Again, like a spoiled child, she waited innocently to be served as she sat down on the edge of the bed again, watching him as the sun kissed his skin, and she... oddly wished she could do the same. "Did you sleep okay? I hope I didn't take too much of the bed?"

He wasn't a closed book by any means, but he rarely spoke so freely about himself in any sense. No one had ever really cared to learn the workings of Xavier Ramzi. With a family like his, most assumed they knew him. To have someone actively pushing for a bigger part of his story? It was refreshing and he wasn't quite sure what to make of all of it. What he did know was the warmth spreading throughout his entire frame was in fact a new feeling. Was that what it meant to be understood?

"She taught me that it was okay to be something other than an asshole." He flicked a grin in the other's direction as a nervous sound of laughter rolled off his tongue. Had his upbringing been entirely up to his father, he never would have experienced much of a childhood at all. Nodding, Zay tapped at the side of his whiskey glass which now only held a few more sips of the amber colored liquor within. "She's kind. She's funny too. Where do you think my dad gets all of those jokes he tells? She's smart. I think she'd do a better job at running the place than I ever could, but she never wanted to be a big part of that. I don't think she cares about the money. She's... really great."

His mother had hailed from a family of old money too, but one couldn't tell it from the humility she showed. Karem, on the other hand, was far from humble. "I think I've taken after the both of them. I have my father's drive for business, but I have her ability to see past it too." Sure, he loved his wealth and all the perks that came with it, but he was more than a shiney watch and smile. He was more than the home he'd finally opted to share with a friend, seeing as it was far too much for one person. "It's not everyday someone asks me about her. I won't ever pass up a chance to give her credit." It was deep, but Zay didn't speak of his mother nearly enough and he knew it.

Unexplainably, it was important for the woman to know just how incredible his mother was. Why? He wasn't sure, but it was.

He watched with a clenched jaw as she gently swiped the glass from his hold, his skin burning where they'd just grazed a faint touch in the exchange. It was only after the glass had been returned to him that the male processed anything she'd said. "Going back to check in on business there?" He cleared his throat, gaze shifting the rim of the glass where her mouth had been moments earlier. "I'll be looking forward to it." To what? Seeing her again or the books? Both seemed like a safe assumption to make, but he didn't want to come off as eager. "Ice cream and a movie... I think I can manage that. You're luck one way or another. They always play original slasher movies in between new horror releases." Up until Halloween night, there would always be something to pick from.

With his glass on the bedside table and having achieved a comfortable position, one that he was happy to see she'd done with ease herself, he couldn't fight the tired smile that formed in response to her sleepy question. "Ask me again in the morning and I'll tell you," he assured, tone offering a raspy sense of reassurance.

A crack in the curtains had allowed in a streak of sunlight that had caught him at just the right angle. Carefully, he shifted from the comfort of the bed, every step reminding him of how little he'd slept. He pulled the material of the curtains closed entirely, mindful of the woman who was still sleeping. How did she always look so damn pretty anyway? Rather than waking her, Zay followed through with his morning routine. Well, as much of it as he could considering he'd been wholly unprepared for an overnight stay. He'd called down for room service using his own phone, even if it had meant jumping through hoops to get connected to the right line.

Eventually, there was a knock at the door, his once half put together work attire was now more or less put together entirely. The buttons had been pinched together and his cuffs had been rolled. He wheeled in the cart of food slowly, surprised that the other hadn't been alerted by the thuds at the door.

"Good Morning," he called out, unsure of how she preferred being woken up. He'd considered gently tapping her arm, but opted to stand near need window with a wide smile instead. "I hope you're okay with being a few hours late. I ordered breakfast. No rush, right?" If she looked towards the clock, she'd see they had an hour to spare before everyone started rolling into the office.

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LOOKING FOR BEST YOGA OUTFITS FOR WOMEN? KDW APPAREL IS HERE TO HELP YOU

Welcome to kdw apparel!

It is the company based in LA, which provides apparel, outfit for yoga, sports and physical fitness exercise for women.

Most importantly this company also started by women and employed only by women.

If you are –

~Looking for the best outfits for yoga

~Looking for best outfit for morning walk

~Or looking for best outfits for light exercise

~Looking for something that fit very comfortable while doing physical exercise

~Looking for something that look sexy and super glazzy and powerful express your personality while doing

~looking for something that gives you pleasure way of life

~Looking for something which is colorful and very gentle colors

 If you are looking something like above I believe kdw apparel would be your destination.

We do sell medical gowns which just costs $20.99 available in white and light blue sizes L/XL and S/M which could be Machine Wash Cold, Turn inside out, Permanent Press Cycle in Warm Water, Dry Low Heat.

The Psychedelic pattern fits like second skin and it feels like you're naked without the social embarrassment. And now they are high waisted!  Psychedelic Pilates Long gives the illusion of a much slimmer body and when worn be ready to be the envy of your class. It is made with both polyester and spandex and available in cold water wash only and hangs dry. This is made with love in downtown los angels.

Kdw apparel does have much kind of not only Silver Liquid Leggings but also made other kind of leggings based on color, sizes, materials etc and so on. Mostly they are cost somewhere around $100. It meets highest fashion. These beautiful vibrant leggings are functional, breathable and feel so good they literally make you want to touch yourself.  These Brazilian leggings have a durable 4-Way Stretch Print with fine and smooth texture and the inner black insert provides a slimming effect on the thighs.

Just pay $75 and get colorful casual athletic wear i.e. Optic Times Square which is just Practicing the Hanging back on the Cadillac or powering through a class? Times Square pattern fits like second skin; it feels like you're naked without the social awkwardness.  Any plain color tee will bring out and accentuate the colors to this pattern and make them pop, adding spice to your workout wear.

Silver liquid is another fallen feathers legging just costs $88 and it is a definite ultimate luxury performance piece. Whether you're in Pilates, Yoga, hitting weights or out for the night and want to look like a million bucks. A glossy liquid finish adds style and versatility for a sleek look those transitions from the studio to the street. The high rise and wide waistband keeps things in place while doing any activity while technical, supportive fabric creates a flattering fit which looks amazing on all body types. If you want a sleek streamlined leather look while working out or a night out these are the go to leggings.

Not only apparel, kdw apparel does sell variety types of masks, hand sanitizers etc and so on.

Just visit the portal; all of our products are listed with -

~prices

~Materials (along with percentage with polyester, cotton) and their percentage available in that apparel

~Washing, cleaning and dye instructions

~Daily offers along with coupon codes.

~Shipping charges above $150 is free of cost.

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This article is written by kdw apparel, which is a company run by women, managed by women and sell apparel only for women in Los angles