#they were definitely attached at the hip and everyone at the mansion saw it but wouldn't say anything

[spicyspiders]

*touches pond* James Marsden Cyclops... He is so god damn fine and I will never forgive The Last Stand for what it did to my husband

also him and Logan definitely fucked, they were flirting non stop throughout the films

This is Scott Summers. He is the most powerful mutant and he's also the one Wolverine most likes to fuck doggystyle, sideways, frontwards, backwards, upside down, 360 degrees, no condoms, skin on skin, on the living room, on the bed room, on the fridge, on the closet, on the ceiling, on the walls on the bathroom on the couch on the car and on the street.

[bestofbucky]

The Man With A Plan. (Stucky x reader)

Pairings: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Steve x reader x Bucky.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, smut, threesome, swearing, little bit of sub/dom, praise kink, captain/sergeant kink, some fluffiness at the end.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so pls be nice! Obviously I had to start with Stucky :) where else would I start? Didn’t expect it to be this long but oh well!

THANK YOU SO MUCH @buckyownsmylife I wouldn’t be posting this without your help! You are incredible and everyone reading this should read her stuff after :)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You and Bucky have a prank war that’s been going on pretty much ever since the two of you became friends. They were completely harmless pranks, he put flour in your hairdryer, you filled the floor of his room with cups of water, the usual stuff.

Right now, you’re on holiday with all the Avengers and of course, partners and kids, at Tony’s beach mansion in Italy. You had been here for 5 days now and every night Bucky goes for a late night swim, which you only just found out he does naked. He leaves his clothes and a towel on a sunlounger on the shore.

So of course, when you found out, you decided you would steal his stuff when he was in the water so he would have to walk naked through the house. All the adults were in the lounge, after all the kids had gone to bed. You had already stolen Bucky’s stuff and put it in his room so it was just a waiting game until he walked in.

Right on time, the door bursts open and an angry faced Bucky storms into the room, he is using both hands to conceal himself and shuffling sideways like a crab with his backside to the wall. Everyone is in fits of laughter, especially when he reaches the door which is closed and he has to remove one hand in order to open it.

You are chuckling to yourself but struggling to laugh any more than that. The sight of Bucky’s still wet body was stealing all your focus. You watched intently as a droplet rolled down the middle of his chest, over his abs then disappeared behind his hand. You clenched your thighs, shifting in your seat hoping it covered up your movements.

Bucky finally managed to exit the room and everyone was chuckling among themselves. You couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible Bucky had looked. You tried to push the thoughts of him out of your mind, especially because your boyfriend was sitting right next to you.

“I think we should go to bed.” Speak of the devil. Steve had leaned closer to you, his mouth hovering over your ear.

Fuck, you think. He probably saw how you were looking at Bucky and is now really angry with you. To make sure you don’t make him any angrier, you agree. Saying goodnight to everyone you both head up to your room.

Steve immediately heads into the bathroom without saying a word. You start getting changed thinking of how you could make it up to him but your thoughts are soon interrupted by Steve’s voice.

“I think that was your best one so far.” He chuckles and you join, still nervous he might be upset.

“Yeah, the look on his face was definitely worth it.” You joke back as you get into bed. Steve, now just in his boxers, comes and joins you, pulling you onto his lap so you are straddling him.

“I wasn’t looking at his face,” he whispers, making goosebumps rise across your skin. “And I know for a fact, you weren’t either.” His lips attach to your neck causing you to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He pulls away. “Do you ever think about Bucky fucking you?” He asks as his hands make their way underneath your shirt.

“No, of course not. I’m with you.” You say as he starts massaging your boobs.

“I have.” There isn’t a trace of embarrassment in his voice.

“You’ve thought about Bucky fucking me or you?” You tilt your head back as he starts to play with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

“Both. I know what it’s like to be with Buck. I want to know what it’s like to be with you both together.” The thought of Steve and Bucky together makes you grind your hips down onto Steve and you feel him grow hard underneath you.

“You like the thought of me and Bucky?” Steve teases as he nibbles at your neck. “Or was it the thought of all three of us?”

You start to imagine what it would be like with them both. Would Bucky want you to call him Sergeant like Steve has you call him Captain? Who would take the lead, or would it be both of them? You think about being sandwiched between them, their skin rubbing against yours as they take you however they want, using your body for their pleasure.

Suddenly Steve stops everything, his hands come out from underneath your shirt and rest on your hips and he leans back against the headboard, no longer kissing your neck. You frown at him and he simply smirks.

You rock your hips to try to get the friction you need but he holds you still.

“Steve please” You say breathlessly.

“Not tonight, angel. Take it as your punishment for practically drooling over Buck.” He lifts you off him.

“But you just-”

You immediately stop talking when you see his eyes. When he looks at you like that you wouldn’t dare disobey him. So instead, you curl yourself into his side and try hard to get the thoughts of Bucky out of your mind so you can drift off to sleep.

Bucky had a plan to get you back and in his mind it was a good one. Everyone had left for the day to explore Italy but you and Steve told everyone you weren’t feeling up to it and were going to stay at the house. Perfect. Bucky also told everyone he was going to stay behind so now the three of you were lounging around the pool together.

You had started to mumble your words and Bucky could tell you were getting tired. He made sure to stay quiet enough for you to drift off to sleep which you soon did. When you’re breathing evened out he sprung into action.

He went into the kitchen, grabbed a pair of scissors and came back out, he walked over to where you were laying and just as he was about to start cutting he was interrupted by Steve’s voice.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Although he was trying to be intimidating, he was still whispering so he wouldn’t wake you.

“Getting even.” Bucky stated simply and Steve just shrugged allowing him to continue with whatever it is he wanted to do.

Leaning back over your sleeping body Bucky gently cut the two top straps and the middle strap of your triangle bikini, but didn’t move it. He then went to put the scissors back and grabbed a jug, filling it with ice cold water. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he knew he was going to get you back so good.

He made his way back outside, Steve sat up on his chair and watched eager to see what was about to happen. Bucky pulls his arm back and aims the water at your face and chest.

A surge of cold suddenly hits your body and you gasp as you instinctively stand up. It takes a few moments for you to come to and understand where you are and what just happened. You finally open your eyes and you see Bucky standing in front of you, an empty jug in his hand and a mischievous smirk on his face. The bastard. He must have thrown the ice cold water on you.

You scowl at him, but his smirk quickly fades as his eyes trail down to your chest. Then you notice that you can feel the breeze on your skin and you look down only to discover you are no longer covered by your bikini top. It is in pieces on the floor in front of you.

Before you can act, Steve is behind you, he places a hand on each boob. You don’t know if he is trying to protect you from Bucky’s eyes, hold you back from lunging at him or just using it as an excuse to feel you up. Probably the third one.

“These are for my eyes only.” Steve growls but your mind goes back to the conversation you had with him last night. Bucky just continues laughing, finding the situation hilarious. You smirk at the idea that comes into your head.

“If you wanted to see what's underneath my top, all you had to do was ask.” You place your hands on top of Steve’s and pull them off your body, exposing yourself to Bucky.

His laughter comes to a halt and he bites his lip as his eyes fixate on your chest. He glances behind you at Steve for confirmation which you assume he got because he starts walking towards you.

He stops right in front of you and lifts his hand up, his eyes never leaving yours. His fingers lightly graze over your nipple and you lean forward into his touch but he pulls his hand away and turns his head to Steve before eventually looking back to you.

“Can I see what’s underneath these?” His fingers fiddle with the ties on either side of your bikini bottoms. You nod, allowing him to continue and he pulls at them, still holding eye contact. It comes undone and he lets it fall to the floor.

He places his hands on your hips and guides you backwards until the back of your legs hit a sunlounger, and then gently pushes you down, spreading your legs apart to dangle on either side. His eyes finally leave yours as they trail down your body, sucking in a breath when he sees your pussy.

He looks over at Steve again and you do too. He is sat to the side watching you both as he palms himself through his swim shorts. The sight turns you on even more. You feel Bucky shift so you return your gaze to him. He starts to place wet kisses up your inner thighs, stopping before he gets to the place you want him most.

“Always wanted to taste you.” He looks up at you as he licks up your slit before swirling his tongue around your clit. He presses a cold metal finger into and you gasp, arching your back off the lounger. He sucks on your clit as he pumps in and out of you, adding another finger and curling them just right, to hit your sweet spot. You moan loudly as the pleasure ripples through your body.

“Fuck, doll. Let me hear all those noises you make.” He continues at a steady pace as you start to feel the coil tighten inside you. Your hands find their way into his hair as he sends you over the edge. You cry out, your thighs squeezing his head as he continues through your orgasm.

He finally pulls away as you start to come down. He smiles at you, lips glistening.

“Steve,” Bucky summons Steve over. He kneels next to you and Bucky brings his fingers up to his lips. Steve happily accepts, opening his mouth and sucking your juices off Bucky’s fingers. The sight alone is almost enough to make you orgasm again, especially when you notice both men straining against their swim shorts.

You reach your hand out and slip it into Steve’s shorts, wrapping it around his length, his moan muffled by Bucky’s fingers. You look at Bucky who is already staring at you, he wraps his spare hand around the back off your neck as he pulls you into a heated kiss.

He is more dominating than Steve is but you enjoy the way he takes control. You continue to move your hand up and down Steve’s length and your other hand palms Bucky through his shorts. He sighs into your mouth and you love the feeling of pleasing both men.

All too soon, Bucky is pulling away and releasing his fingers from Steve’s mouth. He walks over to another sunlounger and takes the cushion off, placing it on the floor next to Steve.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” His tone makes you want to do anything he says, so you quickly nod.

“Lie down,” he commands. You lie on the cushion on your back and he kneels over your face. You go to wrap your hand around him but he catches your wrist, stopping you.

He guides himself to your mouth, tapping gently on your lips. You open wide and he pushes in. He is not as thick as Steve but he is longer and you can feel him deeper in your throat.

“Fuck doll. Your mouth feels so good around me,” he moans when he hits the back of your throat.

“Come here Steve.” He holds his cock down your throat and you remind yourself to breathe through your nose. Steve stands in front of Bucky, his legs either side of your head.

You watch as Steve’s cock disappears down Bucky’s throat and you hum, finding it incredibly hot. Bucky starts gently thrusting into your mouth and Steve does the same for Bucky. You don't know what to focus on: your boyfriend’s delicious noises as he moves in and out of his best friend’s mouth, the sight of Bucky’s lips wrapped around Steve’s cock, or the feeling of Bucky’s cock moving in and out of your mouth.

Your moans send vibrations down Bucky’s cock and you feel him twitch slightly as he starts to increase in speed. The noises coming from both you and Bucky are making Steve weak at the knees.

“You’re taking his cock so well angel.” Steve tells you and you clench around nothing at his praise.“Look so good with your lips around his cock.”

It’s not long before Bucky’s thrusts lose their rhythm and he is releasing down your throat. Steve follows shortly after. You and Bucky make sure to swallow everything you have been given.

You know from experience that super soldiers don't need much time before they can go again, but it still surprises you how quickly they can recover.

You are still lying on your back, a little bit of Bucky’s cum dribbles out your mouth and down your cheek.

“You look so pretty with my cum dripping down your face,” Bucky tells you and again the words go straight to your core. The smirk on his face tells you he knows how you feel about praise. You use your finger to wipe the cum off and then suck it as you hold eye contact with Bucky.

“Such a good girl.” he murmurs.

Steve comes over to you with a glass of water which you happily accept, you take small sips until you have had enough and you pass it back to Steve. He takes a couple of gulps before handing it to Bucky who finishes it off.

“Are you ready for another round, angel?” Steve asks as he gently brushes some hair out of your face. You nod eagerly, excited for what will happen next.

“Yes, Captain.” You correct yourself, knowing Steve likes it when you use your words.

“Fuck.” You expect the expletive to come from Steve as a response to you calling him captain but you are surprised to find out it came from Bucky. You smile knowing exactly what he wants you to call him.

“How do you want me, Sergeant?” It’s like the words flipped a switch in his mind.

“Hands and knees princess,” he tells you and you obey. Bucky takes his place behind you while Steve sits down in front of you, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Bucky’s hand comes down on your ass and you gasp in shock. “No kissing unless I tell you to.” You know from this moment on Bucky is in charge and you need to do everything he says and nothing more. The whole situation makes you so wet you can feel it starting to drip down your thigh.

Bucky slides his cold metal fingers through your slick. “Fuck, you’re dripping princess.” His fingers glide over your clit, and you jerk, still a little sensitive. “You like being told what to do? Being used for our pleasure?” He asks as continues to toy with your clit. You nod, too consumed by pleasure to say anything. Bucky’s movements halt and he brings his hand down on your cheek again. You whimper at the contact.

“Use your words.” He growls.

“Yes sergeant.” You see Steve smile at your obedience the same way he always would when training you and your chest swells slightly knowing he is proud of you.

“Good girl.” You feel Bucky guide his tip to your entrance, only pushing himself slightly in, causing your frustrations to grow.

“Please, Sergeant. I need your cock. Please fuck me.” You beg, hoping he will give you the satisfaction you need.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He hisses as he slowly presses all the way in, determined to savour the feeling.

“How does she feel Buck?” Steve asks like you aren’t even there.

“So good, Steve. So hot and wet,” he mumbles and the praise makes you involuntarily clench around him.

“Can I suck your cock, Captain? Please.” You ask and he looks up to Bucky for permission. Seeing Steve second in command is something you never thought you would witness but you are so glad you are.

He rises onto his knees and guides himself into your mouth. The feeling is indescribable, and you become impatient, pushing yourself backwards into Bucky, who simply chuckles. It seems to work though, as they both start to gently thrust in and out, working in tandem with each other.

“Gripping me so tight, doll.”

“Fuck, angel”

“Feel so good”

“Doing so well.”

Their voices start to merge into each other as your body is taken over by pleasure. Their thrusts start to become sloppy and uneven as they each use your body to chase their release. You can feel the pressure building in your stomach as Bucky snakes his hand around and circles your clit with his fingers.

It’s not long till Steve is thrusting one last time deep into your throat, grunting as he releases into your mouth. The noises that fall from his lips send you over the edge and you clench down hard around Bucky as you cum on his cock. Bucky is quick to follow as your pussy milks his cock and soon you feel his release coating your walls.

They both ease out of you and you let your body collapse onto the cushion. You try to catch your breath, your mind still dizzy with arousal.

Steve’s fingers make their way into your hair as he gently massages your scalp while Bucky places kisses, starting on your lower back and traveling up your spine to your shoulder.

“You did so well, doll.” Bucky says.

“I’m so proud of you, angel.” Steve tells you as he shuffles around you. A small smile makes its way onto your lips at their praise.

You feel arms wrap around you and you are lifted into the air, you snuggle your head into their neck and breathe in. You can tell it’s Steve from his scent.

“Where are we going?” You mumble.

“We need to get you cleaned up.” He explains and you open your eyes to see Steve is carrying you towards your room.

“Is Bucky coming too?” You ask softly which warms both Steve and Bucky’s hearts.

“Yeah doll. I’m here.” You hear his voice from behind you and sigh happily as your mind replays what just happened. You know from this moment on it’s no longer just you and Steve, it’s all three of you, together.

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[ciggylungz]

Birthday girl

Birthday girl-

Warning: literally all smut, like an actual porno

Summary: it’s Y/n’s birthday, and Harry has a gift in mind

*doing some one shots till I’m ready to post the next part of Butterflies and Bandaids*

••

Y/n got an immediate shot of adrenaline as she stepped into the party. For a house party, she was pretty impressed with the turn out and all the bells and whistles the host pulled out.

Strobe lights, good speakers, booze and decorations. Her favorite part, was that this party was for her.

A loud “happy birthday!” rang out as the girl walked through the door. Smiles, cheers, clapping all overwhelmed her senses as she crossed the threshold.

Her smile was big and surprised giggles were drowned out by the music, but everyone could tell it was a good reaction. Especially a boy who helped plan the surprise party for the girl, Harry couldn’t help but get giddy seeing the girl react the way she did.

Harry has had a couple interactions with the girl, he first met her in their shared English class when they got paired up for a project. They had mutual friends and just sort of clicked. They weren’t close friends by any means, but he wanted to change that. He wanted to go a step further since he pretty quickly from their first meeting, developed a pretty big crush on her.

So of course, the second he heard their mutual friends talking about planning her a surprise party he jumped in and made sure he did everything he could to make it as big as possible. He even convinced his uncle to let them use his mansion for it, promising they’d clean everything up and promising to babysit his cousins for him for 6 months.

Y/n was quickly handed a red cup with some mixed drink her friend Alexis poured her, giving her a nudge encouraging her to go mingle and enjoy her party.

••

Harry kept his eyes on the girl for the majority of the time of the party so far. He watched as she danced with different people, sang along to certain songs, nursed her drink and made a point to talk to and thank as many guests as she could.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as their friend Matt, who knew of Harry’s little crush talk to Y/n, pointing in Harry’s direction before he saw the girl start advancing towards him.

“Hi! I heard you put together my party, i really love it Harry. It’s really sweet and I really appreciate it, you’re the best!”

He couldn’t help but smile big and shrug shyly

“Was nothing really..wanted to make your birthday special. You’re cool you deserve a nice birthday.”

The girl couldn’t help but notice his nervous nature and the look in his eye, and she couldn’t explain the urge she had to keep talking to him as long as she could.

“How about we go out back, so we can talk? Little hard to hear you over the music”

She offered with a gentle smile getting an instant nod from her eager classmate.

“Yea! Yea, there’s a pool out back we can go sit by the pool?”

She found it cute how he nervously messed with his hair as he spoke

“Sounds perfect, lead the way”

••

The pair of teens soon found themselves on the pool deck, sitting on deck chairs at a glass table. Both of them sipping their drinks as they talk.

“Can’t believe you went through all that and promising 6 months of babysitting, what sounds like devil children, just to throw a party for me. Any reason why?”

She was putting out subtle bait for him, hoping he’d grab it and feed into her flirty attitude. And of course, he couldn’t help himself. His dimple showing as he gently wet his lips and smirked a little, resting back in his chair looking her head to toe quickly.

“Why not? Isn’t part of high school taking any chance we get to party? Plus...how could I not plan something big for such a pretty girl?”

He studied her face as she hummed, a sly smile on her face matching his as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.

“Sounds reasonable...I think you did a pretty good job, bonus points for the compliment. I would argue you’re cuter than me Styles.”

He let out a short chuckle and smiled at her

“Hmm, maybe but I’ll let you take the prize since it’s your birthday.”

Y/n snorted before lightly slapping his knee

“Confident are we? Can’t blame you when you look like that. Tall...fit...pretty eyes and dimples...those nice lips...I think you definitely win.”

Harry playfully raised his eyebrow and deepened his smirk, leaning forward slightly flicking his eyes up the length of her body all the way back to meet her eyes again.

“Careful doll...don’t talk yourself into something you can’t handle.”

Y/n smiled at him, licking the sugary drink off her plump lips before popping them, tilting her head quizzically.

“And what would that be pretty boy?”

She leaned forward a bit more, not breaking eye contact with her classmate.

“Depends...keep sweet talking and giving me those pretty eyes I might just have to fuck you in that pool...as a birthday present of course.”

He watched her carefully as she hummed and looked from his lips to his eyes a few times.

“Doesn’t sound like a very good reason to stop...sounds more like a reward...but I think I want a party favor first of seeing if pretty boy can kiss as good as he can flirt with those lips.”

Harry could almost feel his pupils dilate as her words sunk into his head. A muted groan coming from the bottom of his throat before bringing a hand up, running his thumb over her bottom lip while holding her chin still.

“I think I can swing that..”

He felt his heart pump harder as she opened her plump lips to lick his thumb gently before lightly sucking on it. Almost not able to stop a moan from vibrating through his chest just at the image, wasting no time in replacing his thumb with his lips.

The pair shifted to one chair, Y/n In his lap as their lips locked. Their breathing was more erratic as their lips sped up, the pressure and suction increasing enough to where they both knew they’d have swollen red lips by the end of it, and neither of them cared.

Harry let his hands wander from her hips to lower back before cupping her ass with both of his large palms, giving a firm squeeze and receiving her body pressing into his further and a hum in reward.

He pulled away just enough to whisper against her shiny swollen lips

“Liked that huh doll? God you’re so fucking cute.”

Their lips attached once again, both of them becoming even more frantic.

Hips rolling onto each other’s, hands groping at any part of each other they could reach. He was moving back and fourth between grabbing her ass and tits, labored breaths forcing their way out of his nose as she grabbed his bulge now feeling a bit too tight in the confines of his black jeans.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile when she felt his hips buck into her hold, pulling her mouth from his to sponge kisses down his jaw and neck, still rolling her hips on his while she muttered things to the boy who was living out his wet dreams in present time.

“You feel big...not even out of your pants but I can feel you have a big..-“

She placed a lick over the mark she just sucked right on his right collar bone before continuing her sentence.

“...-thick fucking cock.”

Harry genuinely thought he was gonna pass out. The girl he’s had a crush on, fantasized about more than once when his hand wandered under his covers or down between his legs while he was showering, who’s been on his mind for weeks, was now in his lap talking about how big his cock feels while sucking hickeys all over his neck.

Harry was in heaven.

A low grunt escaped his wet lips as she squeezed again

“Christ doll...you’re driving me crazy..”

“What are you gonna do about it? Because I think for my birthday I wanna know how big your cock is...and how well you know how to use it.”

Y/n could feel heat pooling between her legs as she became just as euphoric as Harry was, they were completely at each other’s mercy and they fucking loved it.

“Yea? You wanna play with my cock birthday girl? What do you want me to do, tell me sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

His thumb and pointer finger held her chin in place making her look into his eyes, getting a sultry smile from her and he swears he saw her eyes almost roll back just hearing his words.

“Want you to let me see it..want you to let me play with it. I want you to put it in me, make my birthday special.”

He couldn’t help the little desperate noise that came from him as she finished talking, he swore he will never forget the way her voice sounded as she begged for all the dirty things he’s ever wanted to do with her.

“Play with what? I wanna hear you say it. Say what you wanna feel angel.”

“I wanna play with your cock...I want you to put your big fucking cock inside me. I want you to fuck me for my birthday, pretty boy.”

She ran her hands down his chest, loving how he was assertive and he loved how she didn’t back down. They had each other’s hormones on overdrive and need for touch between both of their legs through the roof.

••

The pair went into the pool house, a luxury Harry’s bougie uncle had that he was definitely grateful for in this moment.

Y/n wasted no time in locking the door and pushing the boy back, Harry smiling as his back gently hit the wall before their mouths connected again.

He definitely had a thing for feisty women.

Somehow in the frantic moving of lips and shoving of each other they managed to get themselves both stripped down to their underwear, Harry’s mouth currently busy sucking hickeys all over Y/n’s exposed breasts while she let out the hottest moans he’d ever gotten out of a girl.

His lips wrapped around one of her perked nipples while his right hand toyed with her other breast, he took a second to pull off just long enough to make a request

“Pull m’ hair love”

No sooner did he finish the request did she comply. Her hands twisting in his chocolate locks tugging from the roots as he gently bit down on her now saliva covered nipple.

He let out a almost pitiful whine as her hands abandoned his curls, he missed her harsh tugs on his roots immediately but he was definitely on board again as he felt Y/n making quick work of his boxers, pulling them down his thighs.

Y/n wasn’t bashful in the slightest as she shamelessly stared at his now exposed cock, smiling and licking over her swollen lips meeting the boys green eyes again.

“It is big..I was right, god you’re so thick...and veiny. Fuck Harry...”

His ego got a nice stroking from her words and his smirk grew with his lust.

“Go ahead doll, can touch. Wanted to play with m’ cock right birthday girl?”

Y/n tipped her head back and let out a dirty moan as he spoke, moving off his lap to the floor. She got herself down between his knees, hand wrapping around his shaft as she licked a stripe from the base of his balls all the way to his swollen leaking tip.

“Ah fuck...atta girl. Look fucking great on your knees doll.”

She smiled as she repeated the action, dribbling spit down his length before stroking him, making eye contact with him.

“Tell me how big it is, how big is your cock H?” Her hand maintained its speed as she flicked her wrist right as his tip.

“9 and a half sweetheart. Think you can take it?”

Y/n had to stop her eyes from rolling back and nodded

“Mhm, gonna make it fit.”

••

Soon enough Y/n was on her back on the day bed that sat against one of the walls, decorated with beach themed sheets and pillow cases, ‘very cliche’ was her first thought, but quickly that thought was run out of her head by a warm tongue splitting her labia.

The tip of his tongue teased her opening as the length of his tongue ran over the entirety of her dripping cunt. They both let out moans, her from the pleasure, him from her taste.

He swears he has a fetish for eating pussy. He could never seem to get enough of that tangy,heady,sweetness that girls were so lucky to have slicking their peaches.

“God fuck! Christ, you’re a good little cunt licker aren’t you Harry? God damn.”

She tugged harshly at his hair, using her grip to move his head up and down against her, using his tongue as her personal massager.

“S-shit Harry fuck!”

The girl felt her toes curl and knees tremble as he started tongue fucking her while thumbing at her clit. He refused to let a single drop of her sugar go anywhere but his tongue.

“I’m gonna fucking cum! Ha-Harry fuck I’m cumming I’m fucking OH GOD-“

Y/n felt her body tremble and thighs close on his head as she came. Stars dotted her vision as her stomach clenched, cunt quivering under his still moving tongue making sure he gets all he can, feeling her hands shove his face away and drag him up her body.

“You...you’re fucking amazing. Never came from getting licked before, you’re a fucking god.”

She let out a breathy laugh trying to compose herself while Harry stared down at her, loving her breath fanning against his face rapidly as she started to come down.

••

Harry was kneeling on the mattress as the girl laid under him, looking up at his looming figure and bobbing erection as he opened the foil package and slid the rubber on quickly, pupils blown as big as they go while he watched the girl anxiously watch his hands roll the magnum over himself.

“Safety first, even on birthdays.”

The boy snorted at her little playful comment as he moved back between his legs, lifting her hips up a bit to make sure he can get the best angle for both of them.

He bit his lip as he slipped his tip in, her walls snug on his head. Her cunt seemed to hug his cock perfectly as he got as much as he could in, he could feel how warm and soft her walls were even through the condom.

He felt like it was his fucking birthday too.

The pair were a mess of moans and dirty words as their bodies moved together. She swears she can feel him all the way in her chest when he gives a particularly harsh thrust, and god does she love it.

“Fuck, tight little cunt innit? God you’re like a vice on me doll.”

He took his hand and pressed his hand onto her lower stomach getting a wet gasp out of her as he felt the pressure of his own cock fucking as deep as he can into the girl.

“Feel that? Bloody deep aren’t I? Shit baby, you gonna cum? That why you’re squeezing me like that?”

All Y/n could manage was a frantic nod and a almost deafening moan as her body tipped over the edge the second time that night, her world spinning as chemicals surged through her brain. Her body was tingling, she felt like she was floating as Harry quite literally rocked her fucking world.

“Christ cumming hard pet, squeezing me fucking crazy shit yanking the rubber off love.”

Harry couldn’t believe how good she felt in this moment, he swears he saw the light to heavens gate as his balls contracted and he filled the condom with everything his body had to offer.

His body fell onto hers as they panted in each other’s ears, kissing each other’s faces and heads. A sweaty mess of fucked out bodies.

“Well, one things for sure Harry. This definitely was the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten.”

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ME

Request:  I request for Dark Ransom Drysdale or dark Andy Barber x housekeeper reader that has infatuation and blackmail in it. thanks 😉😘

Pairing: (dark) Ransom Drysdale x Reader.

Warning(s): Noncon; Possible Knives Out spoiler(s); smut; strictly 18+; Unprotected sex(don’t be silly, wrap your willy!); Mentions of contraceptive method(s); long fic x.x(Sorry about that, I got carried on while writing it); fluff(if you can call it that :x).

A/N: If you’re not comfortable with noncon or dark fics, please skip this fic. This content might be triggering for a few people, just skip it if you feel don’t feel comfortable.

To that Anon who sent me this ask: I’ve really tried to write it like how you asked me, but I feel like I didn’t work properly on the infatuation part. I swear I tried my best. I hope you like it!

*****

Y/N used to originally work for Harlan at his mansion as a housekeeper. She got the job with the help of her friend Marta who’s Harlan’s nurse. While Y/n worked part-time at Harlan’s mansion, the pay she got was pretty good, but that still made her double think when Harlan asked her to be his grandson- Ransom Drysdale’s housekeeper cook, in spite of Harlan telling her that he’ll pay her 4 times of what he’s currently paying her.

She has met Ransom a couple of times before, at the family gatherings held at Harlan’s. He’s a handsome man, that she was so sure of. She wouldn’t lie, there were times when she discreetly looked at him, but then quickly shut all her thoughts away because as handsome as he was, he was an asshole too. But then again, pretty much everyone in the Thrombey family exhibit the same or similar personality. Everyone except Harlan and Nana Thrombey. That’s what Y/N called her anyway. Harlan was exceptionally sweet to her and Nana Thrombey too, but she mostly doesn’t have the energy to even speak. It’ll be safe to say that Y/N also has the biggest crush on Ransom, but she never really spoke with him. She would’ve gone as far as saying that Ransom didn’t even know that she existed, if it wasn’t for the nod or that those sexy smirks he gave her whenever he saw her. Any hot-blooded woman would fall for that god of a man.

So, here she was, at Ransom Drysdale’s place, after Harlan requesting her to work for Ransom, waiting by the front door of his hugeass house that was just too huge for a single man. The house was secluded, near the woods, on the outskirts of Boston. The nearest neighbor was probably a couple of miles from there. Y/N would be lying if she tells that she’s not nervous, because she obviously was.

Ringing the bell, she waited on the porch, slightly swaying on her feet out of nervousness. A few minutes later, when no one opened the front door, she rang the bell again and waited. A few seconds later, the door was opened by none other than a half naked Ransom. He was only in a pair of boxers and Y/N’s eyes immediately widened seeing him. His brown hair was messy and it was clear that he just got out of bed.

Ransom was surprised and confused to see Y/N there, but when he saw her ogling him, the bastard just smirked smugly. Y/N then came back to herself and immediately looked up, trying her very best to not let his lack of clothing bother or affect her and kept her gaze trained on his face.

“What are you doing here?” he asked her.

She cleared her throat and replied after a few innocent blinks, looking at him with wide eyes “Mr. Thrombey has sent me here as your new housekeeper cook.”

“Ah!” Ransom said moved aside with a grin, giving her place to enter inside and Y/N definitely missed the devious smirk on his face when he walked inside the house.

*****

A few days have passed since Y/N started working at Ransom’s house and so far, Y/N was in relief as Ransom wasn’t mean to her or acted as an asshole as the people working at Harlan’s claimed. So far, she came in the mornings, cleaned and tidied things up, did the laundry, ran to the store for stocking Ransom’s pantry if necessary, cooked and then once again, organized everything because Ransom tend to just throw stuff here and there, again and again, like a five year old.

Ransom went out that morning and Y/N stocked his pantry for the week. After cooking his meals for the day, she started cleaning the house and after that, went into his bedroom, upstairs to get his clothes for laundry but stopped as soon as she opened the door of the room, which once again looked like a mess. With a sigh, she went into the attached bathroom first and got the laundry basket in there and dropped it beside the door. Swiftly, she picked up all the worn clothes that were strewn all over the floor and dropped them in the laundry basket.

Then she picked up the scattered shoes and neatly put them back in the closet, mumbling “God, how does he even sleep while his room looks like science experiment gone wrong?”

She then walked towards his king size bed which again, looked like a disaster. The pillows are all over the place, the duvet was tossed aside messily, half of it lying on the ground and the sheets really needed to be changed. She quickly removed all the pillows and the duvet and placed them on the couch right in front of the huge window of the room. She then removed the sheets and threw it at the laundry basket. Walking out of the room, she went towards the closet in the hallway and grabbed another set of sheets and the pillow covers and went back into the bedroom. She quickly made the bed with the change of sheets and placed the duvet neatly on the bed.

Then, she changed the covers of the pillows and threw the dirty ones into the basket. Leaning over the bed, she started placing the pillows on the bed when the door of the bedroom quickly shut, making her jump and yelp in surprise and stand straight with her hand on her chest.

Ransom was standing right in front of the door with his back to her, his hand on the door knob. He left the door knob and turned around and Y/N’s heart fell down. He looked handsome- breathtaking in his white Henley, but something felt off. His eyes held this glint that made her heart pound.

“Mr. Drysdale, I-“ Y/N was saying, but Ransom cut her off, saying “Ransom.”

“Ransom” Y/N said “I was saying that I was just making your bed.”

Ransom just stared at her in response and raked his eyes up and down her body, sending a shiver down her spine and not in a good way. She needed to get out, right away.

Walking towards the laundry basket, she quickly picked it up while Ransom watched her every move. She made her way towards the door, but the only problem here was Ransom who was standing before it, blocking her way out. She looked up at him with wide eyes and gulped slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Ransom.

Trying to appear as cool as possible, “Mr.Drys- Ransom” she started “If you excuse me, I need to go out. I need to do the laund-“ but Ransom cut her off again, saying “I won’t” in the most casual way.

Y/N froze hearing that.

“What?” she asked.

“I said…” Ransom said, taking a step towards her while she took a step back.

“… I” he added taking another step towards her while she took another step back.

“Won’t!” he said, his voice going loud taking another step towards her.

Y/N quickly dashed to the side, going around Ransom, throwing the basket at him for deflecting him and rushed towards the door, but Ransom was quick to swat the thing away from him and grabbed her by her arm, pulling her back to him and before she could do anything else, he threw her onto the bed, making her land on it, on her back.

She immediately turned such that she’s on her front and quickly started crawling away, but Ransom caught her ankle and pulled her back and gripped her shoulder, flipping her such that she’s on her back again while he crawled towards her on his knees and slammed his lips to hers in a rough kiss, making it hard for her to breathe. She started pushing at his shoulders while his hands kneaded her hips. She started hitting at his shoulders to make him let her go, but that didn’t really work in her favor. Ransom broke their kiss, making her take deep breaths, but he immediately caught her wrists and slammed them down on either side of her head and one again kissed her roughly until she harshly bit his bottom lip, making him break the kiss and hiss in pain.

His full pink bottom lip was bleeding where she bit him and the scowl on his beautiful face only added to her panic. He caught both of her wrists with his hand while his free hand wiped his lip where it was bleeding while looking down at her and looked at the red stain on his hand.

He then laughed like a maniac while looking down at her, his gaze making her tremble like a leaf.

“Ransom, please. Let me go” she said tugging her hands and kicking her legs, hoping that he’ll leave her be, her voice shaky and herself scared.

“You know, I was hoping that you’d cooperate to this so that this will be beneficial for the both of us, Y/N” he said, wiping down the blood stain on her pants, right over her clothed mound.

Her eyes widened and she immediately turned to her side, trying to get away from him, but he grabbed her thigh with the same hand and pulled her back into her previous position.

“But you’ve decided to not cooperate with what I have in mind for us” he growled, making her look at him in fear.

Leaning down, he kissed her head and whispered into her ear “So, hard way it is.”

And just like that, he let go off her hands, but before she could even blink, he grabbed her shirt by open rim at her neck and tore it down, making her yelp in fear. She immediately turned around and once again, tried to get away from him, but he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her pants down by her waistband, all while she was kicking and screaming.

He landed a harsh spank on her bottom when she struggled while he was removing her pants, making her halt her movements in shock and whimper in momentary pain. That gave Ransom enough opportunity to pull her pants and her footwear off of her, leaving her just in her underwear. When it came back to her, she immediately scrambled away from him, towards the headboard while he removed his clothes and stood naked in front of her.

He heaved out a dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes when he saw her sitting up with the help of the headboard, with her back to his.

“Get back here Y/N” he told her, but Y/N shook her head, her eyes closed and tears streaming down her eyes.

“Please Ransom. Just let me go, please” she pleaded, her body trembling, her voice shaky.

Gritting his teeth, Ransom lunged at her and she screamed when he pulled her under her again after rolling on the bed, and ripped the offending material of her bra and panties, leaving her completely naked underneath him. She pushed him and punched him at his shoulders while kicking her legs to keep him away from her while struggling to breath between her cries, but soon Ransom caught her hands by her wrists and once again, held them down on each side of her head while he was on his knees, between her legs.

“Now let’s do it properly, shall we?” he said and kissed her again, grinding his length against her core, making her whimper and turn her head to the side, breaking the kiss, but that gave Ransom more access to her neck.

“No! Please stop!” she pleaded him and went on and on.

Her pleads fell to deaf ears and he peppered kisses down her neck till he was met with the junction where her neck met her shoulder and kissed and sucked the skin there. She whimpered when she was met with a short but sharp pain when he nibbled her there with his teeth while his hand left hers and travelled down her body, pinching, groping and kneading her flesh painfully whenever he stopped somewhere while he continued his grinding. Soon, his hand reached her pussy and he groaned feeling the wetness there.

“You’re saying no, but your body is saying otherwise baby” he groaned, rubbing his fingers against her folds.

The real nightmare then began for her. Without a warning, Ransom roughly plunged a finger into her hole, making her scream, her walls tight around him, clamping shut at the sudden intrusion. He started pushing his finger in and pulling it out, repeatedly and quickly making her scream in pain. Her free hand which was earlier focused trying to free her other hand from his grip now reached down towards his hand. She tried to grab his hand to stop him, but that barely helped her. Suddenly, he pulled his finger out of her and licked them after which he moaned.

Then, he plunged two fingers into her and hummed feeling her walls clamp shut around them at the intrusion. He plunged them inside and out at a pace that made her scream helplessly. As the last defense, she slapped him across his face with everything she has, the force whipping his face to the side.

He stopped the ministrations that he was doing, feeling the stinging burn on his cheek. Looking down at her face, his eyes grew darker and that frightened her to the bone. He released her other wrist and rubbed his jaw while his thumb rubbed the skin on the cheek that was stinging from the slap while he removed his fingers from her.

She, on the other hand, was quick to cover her chest with her hands while staring at him in fear. Her gaze then turned to his cock that was hard and erect, huge in size and girth. Quickly, she sat up to move away from him and started doing so when he snarled and plunged his fingers inside her again while his other hand, moved below her ass and lifted her up in the air and pushed her back, onto the center of the bed, making her scream in pain.

He was quick to grab her by her throat and tightened his grip enough to just let her breathe, holding her down to the mattress and removed his fingers from inside her, but without any warning, ploughed his aching hard cock inside her to the hilt, making her cry out in misery. Her walls tight and warm around him.

“Biting down on my lip while I’m kissing you and slapping me? It’s like you’re asking for it, sweetheart” he said, his voice calm, but that didn’t ease her heart or mind.

He then kissed her cheek and whispered to her ear “But you shouldn’t have slapped me,” making her eyes widen in fear.

With that, he pulled out of her till only his tip was inside her and thrust into her again with equal force, making her cry out.

Like that, he kept thrusting into her. His thrusts remained slow, but each thrust was equally brutal, if not more. She struggled to loosen his grip on her throat by trying to get his hand off her throat and beating his shoulders, but that didn’t faze Ransom.

“You think I didn’t know, huh?” he grunted out, thrusting his hips into hers.

“Looking at me with those wide eyes, admiring me from afar while trying to blend into the background at all those parties” he said, thrusting into her yet again.

“Well guess what baby. It’s all mutual” he said and kept thrusting again and again.

“Please…” she whispered, a tear sliding down the side of her head.

“And whenever I tried to talk to you, you kept scurrying away like a little kitten” he laughed and hit a spot inside her, making her moan.

He smirked hearing that and kept going “And then, you came right to me and I didn’t even have to try. Fell right into my arms”, aiming that spot inside her, thrusting at it and left her throat making her gasp a few breaths, but that hand went down her body, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples and then further down until it rested right above the hole he’s thrusting himself into, playing with the folds until he found her clit.

“The way you saunter around the house, the way you bend down, teasing me with that ass and acting all shy in front of me, did you really think I wouldn’t act on?” he asked playing with her clit, stimulating it.

Add that to thrusting into that particular spot and she was a moaning mess underneath him and she hated how her body betrayed her. She could feel the coil tightening in her stomach, making her a moaning a panting mess.

“That’s it baby, moan for me. Squeeze my dick with that tight pussy. Such a tight cunt” he groaned and grunted, grinding his teeth, rolling the little berry with his fingers while thrusting into her, increasing the pace of his thrusts, slightly.

A particularly hard thrust to her g-spot and a pinch to her clit simultaneously had the coil in her stomach snap, her stomach tighten and she came around him with a cry.

Ransom gave her a long open mouthed kiss, swallowing her cries with a moan while he still kept thrusting into her while she’s still at the peak. He groaned out loud and looked down at her, his forehead sweaty and few stray locks of hair falling on it while the blue eyes focused on her, dilated.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come” He grunted while she came down.

Her eyes widened hearing his words.

“Ransom, please, pull out” she told him, her face mortified in horror when he just smirked at her.

“Please Ransom! I beg you, please pull out! Please! I’m not on birth control, please!” she begged him.

“Now where’s the fun in that, baby?” he asked, his voice playful, his actions were anything but that.

With that he increased the pace of his thrusts and with a groan he came inside her, spurts of his cum shooting inside her. He pulled out of her and she winced, a tear trickling down her eye. She could feel some of his cum seep out of her hole. He fell atop of her and breathed out, their bodies slick with sweat. Kissing the side of her breast, he rolled to his side and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into him with her facing him.

“Get some sleep, babylicious” he said and kissed her, but his hands kept roaming her body, saying something entirely different from what he himself said.

*****

Ransom took her three more times after that. She didn’t struggle to get out of his hold that much after the first time and by the time Ransom was done with her, she was ashamed of herself and frightened of him and his vigor. She fell into a deep sleep out of exhaustion after he had really let her sleep. By the time she woke up, it was late at night. A quick look at her side and around the room told her that Ransom was nowhere in the bedroom, but came to the conclusion that he’s in the bathroom. She sat up as quickly as she possibly could and searched for her clothes or what was left of them, in the dimly lit room.

Climbing out of the room, she searched for her clothes but couldn’t find them anywhere. Just then, the door to bathroom opened and Ransom walked out with a towel hanging low around his hips. His dark hair was wet and slicked back and couple of water droplets cascaded from his shoulders, down his torso and disappeared at the towel. He smirked looking at her, his eyes raking down her body. She quickly pulled the duvet off the bed and covered herself from his unsettling gaze.

He scoffed at her and said “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, kitten” with that smirk on his face and Y/N quickly looked away from him.

“I need my clothes, Ransom” Y/N told him, her voice so low that she doubted if he heard her.

But he did hear her and replied “Why do you need clothes, babe? It’s not like you’re going anywhere anyway,” walking towards her.

She took backward steps until she stumbled into the bedside table and Ransom caught her and pulled her into him by her arms. He gripped the duvet that was hiding her modesty and started peeling it away from her body with an excitement that resembled a child that was opening his Christmas presents.

But she grabbed the duvet weakly, tears already streaming down her eyes.

“Please Ransom! I can’t!” she cried.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Ransom heaved out a disappointed sigh and looked at her like a parent that was not happy with their child.

“But honey! I can! You don’t even have to do anything” he said, cupping her cheeks with his hands and the kissed her on her lips.

Y/N broke the kiss by moving her head away and shaking her head.

Ransom sighed and said “C’mon honey! You’ve been such a good girl earlier.”

“No!” she screamed at him and Ransom’s eyes hardened immediately.

He roughly gripped her arms and pushed her onto the bed and she fell down on it. He gripped the duvet and started pulling it off of her body, but she gripped it, crying, holding it to hide her body, like the duvet’s a lifeline.

“Y/N” Ransom warned, but she just shook her head, trying to keep her tears in bay.

Ransom left the duvet and Y/N pulled it over her, covering herself with it, as much as possible, as if the mere thing will keep Ransom away from her. Ransom rolled his eyes at her child like antics and snatched his mobile device that was on the bedside table. He quickly unlocked it and opened the application that he wanted to show her while he threw the towel around his hips, away.

Crawling over her on his knees, with her between his legs, he gripped her shoulder and pressed her body to the mattress and showed the screen of his phone to her when she started fighting him. She froze as soon as her eyes landed on the screen. Ransom smirked and swiped the screen to the left, showing her picture after picture. Pictures of her naked and unconscious, taken at several different angles with several different ways.

A few of them were of her, exposing her till her chest. Then her whole body and then her legs were separated from each other, exposing her pussy with his load leaking out of it. And then, there were pictures of him groping her, intruding her body with his fingers and cock and each picture kept getting more and more graphic and tears streamed down her eyes when he kept showing one picture after the other.

He then locked his phone and carelessly tossed it onto the mattress, away from them and smiled at her as if what he just showed didn’t even exist.

“Now you know…” he started, gripping her jaw, his thumb caressing her lower lip.

“If you do not cooperate, if you try to tell this to anyone, if you try to get away from me…” he kept going, nudging her nose with his while she trembled beneath him out of fear.

“If you try to do anything, anything that pisses me off” he said, snatching the duvet from her and throwing it away from them, making her whimper.

“You wouldn’t like the consequences, love. I will destroy you. You’ll have no one else for you, but me. Your thoughts should be about me and the only thing you should worry about is me, love” he said and kissing the curve of her neck, where he gave her a hickey, a few hours earlier.

A choked sob escaped her and she wept, crying for herself, in fear of him and what he’s capable of doing while he sat up and pulled her against him, kissing her head and shoulders and caressing her back while she sobbed against his shoulder.

*****

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Call Me Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON CON! IF THIS OFFENDS YOU PLEASE DNI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Summary: Ransom has always been nice to you. You never thought to question it until it was too late.

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There were very few instances in your life where you regretted any of your choices. There was the time your aunt told you to stop messing with that small hole in the ground when you were 7. Not only did you regret disobeying her for your sake, but for your cousin’s too as the both of you were chased by bees. Once, in middle school, your best friend had told you not to go out with the most popular boy in your grade. You found out why when you realized he’d only asked you out on a dare.

When every member of the Thrombey family told you how horrible Ransom Drysdale was, you didn’t listen.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe them, per say. Sure, you’d seen how horribly he treated his relatives. How nasty he was to Fran, and sometimes Marta too. You’d seen it with your own eyes, and while it definitely bothered you, you couldn’t help but feel that he couldn’t be all bad. After all, he was so nice to you. He had been from the very first moment you’d been hired.

Fran was friends with your mother, and when freshman year of college came around, and you were in desperate need of a job, Fran was the one to put in a good word for you with Harlan Thrombey himself. He was an old eccentric man, full of so much life at his age. You’d seen how he behaved with Marta and often found yourself hoping you never lost your spirit either when you got that old.

Your first encounter with Ransom wasn’t the best as far as first impressions went. It was during winter break of the first year you’d gotten hired. You’d only been working there for a few months but had still yet to see the infamous “shit stain” as Meg liked to call him. You were helping Fran, in the process of going from room to room, changing the sheets. You weren’t aware that he was home, and so when you opened the door of one of the guest bedrooms, you were met with the half-naked sight of him. He was in the process of changing clothes, and the sight startled you, causing you to drop the sheets you were carrying before hurrying out of the room, a thousand apologies slipping out.

When he found you, you were downstairs, wiping down a window, trying to erase the memory of his bare chest and thick thighs from your mind. You felt him rather than heard him and turned to face him with a fright. He was so close, and you stumbled back as he ran his blue eyes over you with an unreadable expression. You had swallowed, glancing down at the sheets in his hand before hesitantly taking them as he handed them to you.

“Hugh, I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that you were here, and if I’d had any idea I would have knocked.”

You were quick to stutter out an apology. After all, you’d heard the worst things of him for months, and you were genuinely afraid of losing your job because you walked in on Hugh Ransom Thrombey while he was changing clothes. He was an asshole, everyone had told you, and you believed it. He made “the help” call him Hugh for Christ’s sake.

He didn’t respond at first, simply opting for looking down his nose at you. You took another step back, heart racing as he eyed you. You felt like you were going to be sick as you waited for him to say something, anything. You were expecting the worse to come from him. An insult, a slur, a threat of losing your job, but he said none of those things. He simply said:

“Call me Ransom.”

He had brushed past you before you had time to respond to that, leaving you to blink in confusion.

It was the beginning of an odd and unexpected friendship…if you could call it that. The two of you weren’t attached at the hip or anything every time he came to the mansion, but sometimes he talked to you. Sometimes before leaving the house, he’d asked what you thought of what he was wearing. If he saw you struggling to lift something, he’d come by and help without saying a word. He’d snap at Jacob or, hell, even Linda if they were rude to you over something that was, 9 times out of 10, out of your control.

You’d always throw him a small appreciative smile, tentatively at first as you were still wary of him.

“Thank you, Hugh,” you’d say.

His reply would always be the same.

“Call me Ransom.”

It became sort of an inside joke between the two of you. You’d continue to call him Hugh, because you just didn’t feel right calling him Ransom. Not only was he technically your employer, but he still required Fran and Marta and anyone else who worked for the family to call him Hugh. It didn’t seem fair, but he would smirk every time, that strange look in his eyes as he told you to call him Ransom.

He treated you differently, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you fucking Ransom?” Meg asked you one day.

You’d blanched, eyes going wide as you paused in the middle of your dusting. She pressed the juul to her lips, briefly turning away to exhale as she waited for you to answer.

“No,” you gasped, blinking at her in confusion. “Why…why would you ask me that?”

Meg rolled her eyes before falling back into the chair.

“…because he treats you like a human being, and Ransom doesn’t treat anyone even remotely decent unless he’s fucking them…or trying to,” she explained, eyeing you.

“No,” you reiterated, frantically shaking your head.

She threw her hands up in defense.

“Hey, I just wanted to ask what no one else had the balls to,” she said, and you paused again.

You blinked, lowering your arm as you stared at her in horror.

“What does that mean?” you whispered. “D-do they think…? Does everyone think that?”

She pulled another drag before nodding.

“Yeah,” she said, exhaling with a shrug. “I mean, it’s no big deal. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Well, maybe he has no interest in doing that with the employees here anymore,” you murmured, turning back around.

You heard her scoff.

“Yeah, right. Ransom passing on the opportunity to stick his dick in anything that moves? I don’t think so…”

“Well, he has,” you defended. “He had the chance. Plenty of them, in fact.”

You didn’t know why you were so defensive. Maybe it was because you felt like he was your friend. You believed the stories about him, you did. You saw with your own eyes how he talked to Jacob and Walt, sometimes. For some reason though, he didn’t treat you that way. Was Meg right?

“Look, (Y/N). I know he’s nice to you,” she started, sounding closer. “…but listen to me when I say he’s just biding his time. After all, that first chance he did have, you, how did you put it, ran away like a scared chicken? He’s just being smart about it this time around.”

She placed her hand on your shoulder with a sad smile as you turned to look at her.

“You’re so nice. Nicer than he deserves, and I really just wish he’d quit playing games with you. Nothing good ever comes out of it.”

You contemplated her words as she walked away, suddenly feeling foolish. Was Ransom really just playing nice, earning your trust just to strike?

A year and a half later you still thought about that conversation from time to time. Mostly on how wrong Meg had been. Ransom had never been anything but nice to you, and even you couldn’t believe he’d be that motivated to “play games” with you for the better part of two years. His odd behavior towards you still threw you for a loop, sometimes. Especially considering how cold and callous he was towards everyone else, but you’d just accepted that for whatever reason, he treated you differently.

Maybe he took pity on how skittish you were. That definitely seemed like a more plausible reason. Ransom probably thought you were a pitiful mess, not worth toying with. That was more than fine with you. On the off chance he brought a guest to the home, you saw how he treated them the morning after. How distant and malicious he was as he, sometimes quite literally, shoved them out of the door. He’d been so nice to you. You didn’t think you could handle it if he treated you that way.

You stepped into the house early that morning, prepared to begin your shift. However, you’d barely been in the mansion for five minutes when Ransom found you.

“(Y/N), there’s a broken vase upstairs that needs to be dealt with,” he said, and the way he rushed it out told you all you needed to know.

“What did you do this time?” you asked with a sigh as you straightened.

He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as you followed him out of the living room and into the hallway.

“I had too much to drink last night. Decided to come by here and sleep it off. I didn’t realize I’d broken the damn thing until I woke up this morning. I’m hoping I can replace it before Harlan notices. Either that, or I’ll just tell him Fran swiped it.”

You frowned at him as you followed him up the stairs.

“Hugh,” you reprimanded.

He smirked, glancing at you.

“I’ve told you a thousand times to call me Ransom,” he said, stopping at one of the guest rooms. “It’s in here.”

You pushed the door open, walking inside to assess how big of a mess it was. You scanned the room, a frown making its way onto your face as you noted that not one thing was out of place.

“Hugh is this the right…,” you trailed off as you turned and watched him shut the door behind him. “…room?”

He chuckled, reaching behind him to lock the door, head tilting as he studied you.

“What are you doing?” you quietly asked, a feeling of dread settling in your stomach.

“I wanted to talk to you…alone,” he added as he walked towards you.

You started to take a step back before deciding against it, eyes flickering between the locked door and him.

“…okay,” you responded in an unsure tone.

However, he didn’t say anything as he approached you. Your eyes were wide, lips parting in shock when he reached out to pull you closer, leaning his head down as he tilted yours up. Your eyes remained open when his lips softly met yours, a million thoughts running through your head when he kissed you. His lips were soft, the softest you’d ever felt, and you almost let yourself enjoy it.

Almost.

You stumbled back in shock, reaching up to brush your fingers along your lips as he heaved a sigh. He sounded annoyed.

“Hugh…we can’t. I work for your grandfather and, by extension, you. I-I can’t do that,” you protested.

The corner of his lips quirked upwards just the tiniest bit. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was a smile.

“No one is going to care. Thanks to me, they already think we’re having sex every time I come around, anyway.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a small gasp escaping you as you processed what he said.

“…what? Is that why you’ve been so kind to me? So your family would think we’re sleeping together…just to make it easier for us to actually sleep together?” you quietly asked.

“You seemed like the kind of girl who wouldn’t jump right into things. I had to soften you up somehow…”

You blinked at him, throat tightening as your eyes began to burn. His eyebrows furrowed, smirk growing as he took in your reaction.

“Did you think I was being nice to you out of the kindness of my heart?”

The way he asked that was so condescending, and it made you feel stupid. You looked away, and you heard him scoff in disbelief.

“You did,” he said, more so to himself.

You took a deep shaky breath, licking your lips as you fought not to cry. There was the most awful pain in your chest. You thought he was your friend…

“Look, Hugh…,” you started, looking at him.

His nostrils flared.

“Call me Ransom-.”

“I take my job very seriously, Hugh. Okay? Fran stuck her neck out to get me this job, and I’m not going to screw it up by…by screwing you.”

He straightened, pushing his shoulders back as he looked down his nose at you.

“I’m sorry if I led you on or made you believe something that wasn’t true. I genuinely thought you were my friend. I realize, now how foolish that was, and I’m sorry,” you whispered, walking past him.

His hand covered yours when you went to open the door, and you looked up at him. He was so close, chiseled features hardened as he hummed at you.

“Your job is to take care of the house. To keep my family happy and make our stay here as pleasant as possible whenever we come around. You’re not keeping me happy, (Y/N), and I’ll be forced to tell my grandfather that you just aren’t taking your job very seriously…”

Your eyes widened as you caught onto what he was insinuating. You stared at him like that for a painful amount of time as your heart broke for a second time that day. You swallowed, allowing the tears to finally spill over.

“You…you would do that…to me? Because I won’t sleep with you?” you spat.

“It just seems to me that you don’t care about your job. I don’t think Harlan would want anyone around who doesn’t put their best effort into their work,” was his response.

You took a deep breath, lips trembling as you glared at him.

“You can tell him whatever you like. There are other jobs. I’m not going to fuck you just so I can keep this one,” you threw at him, snatching your hand away.

Neither one of you said a word as you glared at each other. His jaw clenched, and you could tell that that wasn’t what he had been expecting. Without another word, you turned back to the door, barely opening it when he slammed his hand against it, shutting it. You looked up at him with a glower.

“Hugh-.”

Your words were cut off as he wrapped his hand around your throat, slamming you against it. You gasped, fighting to get his hand off of you when you realized that his other was unbuttoning your jeans. You reach down to stop him, but it was already too late. His fingers were suddenly at your core, grazing along your sensitive flesh as you tried to twist away from him.

Your fight only fueled him, gasping when he pushed one finger inside of you, followed by another. One of your hands clenched around his wrist, trying to get him to stop while the other tried to get him to loosen his group around your neck. He bent his head, kissing along your collarbone as he stroked your walls that were slowly, but surely, becoming slick.

Tears sprung to your eyes all over again once you realized that he was tightening his grip. It was getting hard for you to breathe, and the soft pants that were leaving your lips were growing fainter and fainter. He was pulling you, forcing you towards the bed as his fingers continued to stroke that fire inside of you. When he pushed you back onto it, your vision was spinning, colors blending together, darkness kissing the edges of your sight.

When he finally let go, you were gasping for breath, struggling to sit up as your body tried to right itself. When everything finally stood still, you realized that your pants and underwear were already to your ankles, and with one final tug, Ransom had them across the room. You sat up in a panic only for him to push you back down, shushing you as soft sobs began to leave you.

“Ransom, please,” you begged him, calling him by his middle name for the first time in your life.

He paused, running his crystal gaze over your half naked form, hands sliding up your stomach to push your shirt up, exposing your breasts.

“Say it again,” he quietly ordered.

You saw the glint in his eye, and frantically shook your head.

“No, stop-!”

You cut yourself off in a panic, hands pushing against him as he undid his pants just enough for his cock to spring forward. It was angry and red and leaking with precum as he lowered himself onto you completely.

“Ransom! Ransom, stop!”

It was like you were screaming at the air. He brought one hand up to cover your mouth while the other guided himself inside of you. A guttural groan left his lips as you squeezed him, a hiss escaping between his teeth when his hips met yours. You gasped into his hand, chest heaving as your body fought to get used to the feel of him.

Sooner than you would have liked, he was pulling back only to shove himself inside of you again. His thrusts were slow, but forceful, moving the mattress with the movement. Soft pants were leaving his lips as he hovered over you, working his hips against yours. He slowly slid his hand off of your mouth, brushing his fingers along your jaw as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Say my name,” he breathed.

You frantically shook your head, fighting the pleasure that was beginning to bubble inside of you.

“No,” you refused, gasping when he increased his pace.

He reached down, pushing his arms under your thighs as he pushed your legs back towards you. An unidentifiable noise left you at the feel of this new angle. He was hitting a spot inside of you that hurt so good, and you dug your nails into his back.

“R-Ransom,” you begged.

Although, now you weren’t sure what you were begging for.

“Again,” he demanded, and you obliged.

Again, again, again. You came around him, milking him, with his name on your lips, begging him to stop. He didn’t. When you clenched around his cock for the third time, duties long unattended to, his hand was on your throat again, telling you to call him Ransom as he coated your insides with a groan.

Tags: @darkficreposter @xoxabs88xox @sebabestianstan101 

[thewatermelloncat]

Stupid Surprises

Summary: Loosely based on this prompt from Anonymous:

Your fics are my favorite 😊 I have a prompt if it inspires you! Maybe Klaus brings home a stray cat or dog that he initially wants to keep, and is going to surprise the siblings with it, until Five "mysteriously" can't stop sneezing, and Klaus realizes Five's allergic to the pet and his surprise is about to backfire.

☆ Read the prompt once and then it got muddled around in my head while I formulated the story. Kind of missed the brief on this one, sorry mate. Hope you like it anyway!  ☆

Author’s Note: I chose a cat because I definitely think Klaus is more of a cat person. Also, with Mr Pennycrumb in canon, I doubt that Five would be allergic to dogs.

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Not that they all expected Klaus to walk into the room with his arms flailing to excitedly announce his entrance, but it was certainly suspicious that he stepped in slowly with his arms close to his body. The sight of their brother in his long black coat appearing to be hugging himself would seem like he was cold but the summer night outside didn’t permit that kind of behaviour. Almost at once everyone in the room turned to him as he awkwardly hung by the door.

Seeming to notice all eyes on him he steps forward a little and hesitantly says, “what would you all say if I brought a cat home?”

The reaction was instant, a few scoffs of surprise around the room, a couple of shaken heads, but Allison was the first to speak. “You didn’t!” she crosses her arms in disbelief.

“Oh, but I did” a twinkle of mischief sparks in Klaus’ eyes as he pulls out a black kitten from his coat, not much bigger than his hand.

At the sight of the cat both Allison and Luther’s expressions soften, after all it is undeniably cute. Vanya makes an adoring hum as she sits forward in her chair to get a better look at it.

“How did you catch it?” Diego scoff in wonder, knowing that stray cats tend to run away from strangers. More interested in the story than the cat itself.

“It’s friendly” Klaus chirps as he adjusts the kitten in his hands.

“All right then, why?” Five asks, ever practical.

“Well, we have tons of room and I thought why not?”

“But a stray, Klaus?” Allison asks. “We could just go and buy you one. It’s not like we don’t have the money for it.”

“Where’s the charity in that?” Klaus dismisses.

“Buy you one from a shelter then” Allison corrects.

Klaus hums dismissively and shrugs his shoulders. “Already got this one.”

“How do you know that it’s not diseased?” Luther brings up.

“I’ll get him checked out” Klaus promises, looking down fondly at the kitten in his grasp.

“How do we know it’s a him?” Diego mentions.

“I’ll get that checked out too” Klaus says.

“What are you going to do with it in the meantime?” Vanya asks. “Doubt any vets will be open at this time.

“He can stay in my room but I’m going to show him round first” Klaus says before setting off to do just that.

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From the minute Klaus walked in with that cat Five knew he was allergic to it. He’d never had any experience with cats before, never owned one and never spent time around one, but somehow, he just knew. Though it wasn’t something he would say. His brother seemed so happy when he had pulled it out of his coat the night before and he didn’t want to get in the way of that. The mansion is a huge place, he’d probably never see the thing anyway.

 Well, firstly, he was wrong. Immediately when he walked into the kitchen for breakfast, he saw the thing on Klaus’ lap. Not wanting to cause a fuss he picked up a piece of toast and poured himself some coffee before sitting over at the other end of the table.

“Does it have a name yet?” Vanya asks.

“Amity” Klaus looks down as he scratches the cat’s head, it purring faintly.

“I thought you were calling it a him?” Diego recalls after hearing the feminine name.

“Well, we don’t know for sure that it isn’t a girl yet. And besides it’s a cat, does it really matter?”

“Guess not” Diego mumbles as he looks back down to his breakfast.

“How old do you think it is?” Luther asks.

“I don’t know, I’m not a cat scientist” Klaus starts rambling as Diego turns toward Five.

“Hey, you’re weirdly uninterested in this.”

“When am I ever interested in anything you talk about?” Five drones.

“You usually have an opinion on everything one way or another” Diego points out before dropping the topic entirely. He seems to leave Five alone but every now and again Five can feel Diego eyeing him suspiciously.

 “When are you taking it to the vet?” Vanya asks Klaus amid another conversation.

“Around lunchtime, I can’t be bothered leaving yet” Klaus reasons.

“In that case should we all head up to the lounge then?” Allison suggests to which they all do, seeing that no one has any complaint.

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Unfortunately, with the group moving to the lounge in a mass exodus, Five wasn’t able to grab a chair faraway from Klaus. Not that it mattered anyway with his brother allowing the cat to roam around freely. Though he was able to distract himself with a book he’d nabbed from the shelf and was doing his best to ignore the itching in his nose. He wasn’t particularly worried about his cat allergy making an appearance in front of his siblings, he had good self-control.

 “Huppt” Five silently stifles a sneeze that he’d been feeling building up for a while now. He’d been trying to hold it in as long as possible but it could no longer be helped.

The quiet noise went mostly unnoticed, just a few glances his way. People sneeze, it’s nothing to worry about. Though overtime the frequency Five’s sneezing increases. No more than two at a time but to his siblings it becomes concerning.

Luther looks over to Five after he stifles another double and sniffs congestedly, his expression worried. “Are you getting sick?”

For a quick second Five considers lying as saying yes. It would be an easy escape to his problem but it would be harder to uphold when further questions would be asked. “No” he shakes his head.

“You sure, you’re sounding like it?” he checks.

“Trust me, it’s nothing to worry about” Five says and before his brother can open his mouth again, he tells him, “I’m going up to my room.”

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“Ah, shit!” Five whispers out a curse as he inspects his blazer, finding a strand of black fur imbedded in it already. “AIKx'schoo!” he doesn’t even have time to contemplate how that’s practically impossible seeing he hadn’t gone near enough to the cat for that to happen, before another sneeze tears out of him.

Nonetheless it was only one fur, easily plucked out of the fabric weave and discarded. No point making a fuss of it. After shouldering the blazer back on Five turns around hearing footsteps stop in his doorway.

“The general consensus downstairs is that you’re sick and aren’t admitting it” Diego says coolly as he leans against the frame.

“I’m not sick” Five upholds.

“I never said I agreed with them” Diego tilts his head knowingly.

“Humour me then, Diego. What is it that you think?” Five says smugly.

“I think that your allergic to the cat.”

Five’s smug expression drops and he says nothing because there really isn’t anything that he has prepared to say against that. Though his change in expression is enough of a confirmation.

“Five, you have to tell him” Diego sighs.

“Don’t make a deal of it” Five dismisses. “I’ll barely ever see it.”

“Think harder” Diego prompts. “He’s going to carry that cat around everywhere. It’ll be attached to his hip.”

“That’s exactly why I can’t tell him” Five snaps before he shrugs his shoulders, “it makes him happy.”

“But we can’t have you wondering around miserable” Diego gestures to him. “Will you not tell him?”

Five’s silence serves to answer the question and he reads Diego’s face as his expression changes. Watching his brother draw in a deep breath before he turns back from the door, Five knows what he plans to do.

In an instant he has Diego pressed against the wall with his forearm against his chest. It’s more the surprise that holds Diego there with his strength outweighing Five’s enough to overpower him if he wanted to.

“You will not tell him!” Five whispers harshly.

Diego stares down at him with a defiant look.

“If you tell him” Five pauses to pull a knife out from Diego’s belt and brings it up against his throat. “I’ll take this knife and cut your neck.”

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His empty threat didn’t work on Diego as he finds out later when Klaus comes up to his room.

“Knock, knock” he says as he raps on the doorframe, his voice sounding far too gentle for Five to expect a normal conversation.

“What do you want?” Five’s distasteful tone aims to scare him away.

“To talk to you” Klaus says, undeterred by Five’s hostile demeanour. He pauses for a second to get his bearings before he says simply, “Diego told me.”

Instantly a grumble winds up in Five’s throat but before he can speak and curse Diego’s existence, Klaus interrupts him.

“Hey, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m not embarrassed by it” Five maybe lies a little. “I just don’t want you to feel bad about it.”

“I’d feel worse if I didn’t know and you suffered in silence” Klaus tells him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

It takes a couple of seconds for Five to answer but when he does, he says, “you seemed so happy.”

Klaus smiles and breathes out a little laugh. “There are other things that make me happy.”

“But it’s not fair to make you give it up and throw it back out on the street” Five reasons.

“Hey, we don’t need to get into all of that” Klaus stops him as he pulls an extra chair up to the desk to sit beside him. “Now, I’ve talked to Vanya” he says with his expression turning more serious. “Her apartment allows them to keep pets, so she’s agreed to take it.”

Five seems to settle a little but he still says, “I don’t want to make you do that, Klaus.”

“It’s no problem” Klaus shakes his head. “Vanya likes Amity and Amity seems to like her.”

“But the cat doesn’t stay with you.”

“No” Klaus shakes his head and Five can see past his smile that there is hurt behind his eyes. “But I can go visit anytime I want.”

Despite Klaus’ expression his words are spoken in a cheerful tone and Five relaxes a little more. Knowing that somehow Klaus will forgive him.

“And this way you can get back to your usual self and Amity doesn’t get thrown back on the street” Klaus continues brightly.

Five purses his lips in half a smile but his hum of recognition is cut short as he suddenly needs to sneeze. “Her’isshh!” he only just manages to lean away from Klaus.

“Ah shit, sorry” Klaus exclaims as he stands out of his chair. “Probably all covered in fur” he identifies before looking down at his clothes, seeing black strands stuck to the fabric.

“It’s all right, Klaus” Five quickly utters before he turns away to sneeze again. “hig’nxxt... nrgtsch!”

“I’ll leave you alone” Klaus hurriedly makes for the door before he turns around once he’d passed through. “Vanya’s about to take the cat back with her, but I doubt you’d want to say goodbye.”

[ashtraythief]

I would love to see how Dani and Jared met. Or more about Dani and Jensen's first meeting in the vent. Love this verse!!!

Thank you so much, nonnie! Many apologies for this incredibly late answer. I left this one unanswered because I am planning on writing a meet cute between Jared and everyone in his crew. Obviously, so far I have not succeeded. Going back to my asks, I finally wanted to tackle this. But I was dumb. I’ve grown so attached to the Chad in this verse, even though all the other meet cutes were in the pov of the person Jared was meeting, I started writing Chad POV. And I do want to explore Dani’s story from her POV. Because there’s much more to her story with Jared and why she became loyal to him. But that took some time. So. Here’s the snippet I wrote from Chad POV, at some point I’m hopefully going to rewrite that into Dani’s full story and post it to ao3. But who knows when that will be so have this snippet for now!

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[Takes place at the beginning of Jared’s last year at Stanford]

The first time Jared really needed to hire an assassin was when he needed an international smuggler gone. He was interfering with Jared’s business. Both Mike and Chad were excellent at their jobs, of course, but their Spanish was rudimentary and they didn’t have the experience to navigate the Venezuelan country-side where the guy was hiding out in his fancy mansion.

So Chad asked around. Harris came highly recommended, especially if you needed work done in Europe or South America. 

They agreed to meet at the Red Room, which was a club way fancier than they usually hung out in, but Jared wanted to make a good impression on this world-class assassin and not meet him in the back-room of a dingy dive bar where they'd been conducting business for two years now. And the booze was better in the Red Room. Just like the view. Fuck, there were a lot of hot girls in short skirts in here.

Chad was trying to watch the door, but really, there was this cute redhead at the bar, with a rack to die for and she was smiling at him and fuck it, they had another half hour until their meeting. Chad could buy a girl a drink.

They flirted, a lot, and Chad really thought he was doing well there until time was running out.

“Sorry,” he said, waving at Jared to indicate that yes, he was giving up a potential hookup for meeting an assassin, “but I have a meeting. Any chance you'll still be here in an hour or so?”

She raised her eyebrows sharply and her cute button nose scrunched up. “Do I look like a girl who’s going to sit in a club for an hour alone?”

Chad looked her up and down, slim figure with spectacular curves in all the right places wrapped in a tight, dark green dress. He sighed. “Sadly, not at all.”

She cocked her head. “You know, that is the first genuine thing you’ve said to me all night.”

“What?” Chad stared at her. “I haven’t lied to you.”

She huffed. “Not lied. But you’ve been hitting on me with a very bad plan and cheesy lines from the start. Like it’s just a game.” She leaned forward and poked a finger against his chest so hard it actually hurt. “And I went along with it because you’re cute and I had to pass the time. And maybe because I wanted to see if you had an honest bone in your body.”

Chad smirked. “I definitely have an honest bo—” 

Her finger pressed against his lips. “Do not finish that sentence.”

Chad swallowed. Hard.

She pulled back with a sigh. “Men. You’re all pigs at heart.”

Chad opened his mouth in protest, but she was already drawing back. “You’ll have to excuse me, I have to go freshen up. You’re not the only one on the clock.”

Then she turned around and walked away with swaying hips. Entranced, Chad watched her long legs and her pert ass and wondered what the hell had just happened to him.

He went back to the booth Jared was sitting in. He’d found his own entertainment, a guy with blond curly hair who was very admiringly stroking Jared’s shoulders. When Chad had met Jared, he’d already had the broad shoulders but was still on the lean side. He’d bulked up the last few years under Rosey’s tutelage and a lot more chicken on the meal plan. And guys seemed to love it.

Jared looked up at Chad and sighed. He leaned into the guy sitting next to him who pouted at whatever Jared said. But the guy leaned in to give Jared a pretty filthy kiss—Chad knew the one, it was the don’t-forget-about-me one—and Jared watched the guy’s ass as he walked away. Well, there was a reason why they were friends.

“So,” Chad said and plopped down next to Jared. “Where’s our mystery assassin?”

“No idea,” Jared said. “But Tom said Harris blends in well. He only said that Harris looks way too innocent for an assassin.”

Chad smirked. “Like the guy who was just up here with you.”

Jared shot him a glare, then he looked past Chad and grinned. “Or the cute redhead you were just flirting with.”

Chad twisted around and there she was, long-legged and smirking. “Wow. I did not see that coming.”

“She’s good then,” Jared said.

Chad rested his hand on his chin and took her in, looked for the clues he had missed the first time. It had been a long time since he’d misread someone so badly. 

She was slim, but there were long muscles under her light skin and a hint of biceps. She balanced well in her high heels, and Chad caught a glimpse of a light scar next to her knee. Her hands were small, but strong. Not soft or delicate. Sure, the red nail-polish distracted, but now Chad saw the calluses on her palm. Damn. He really needed to stop getting distracted by his dick. 

“She is very good,” Chad said.

Harris walked into the booth and raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re not. You know, Mr. Padalecki, if this is the best you have, then I don’t know if we should do business.”

Chad gaped at her. “Wow. Rude.”

Jared’s eyes narrowed, then he picked up his glass. “Chad has other qualities. But if he were a top-class assassin, I wouldn’t need to talk to you.”

“Flatterer,” Harris said.

Jared smiled, popping his dimples. They didn’t miss their effect on Harris, she visibly softened.

“That’s not my style, Miss Harris.” Jared pointed at the couch across from him, right in Chad’s line of sight. “Please, have a seat.”

She sat down, crossed her long legs, dress hitching up a few tantalizing inches, and picked up an empty tumbler. Chad took the bottle of whiskey and poured her a glass. He could see the edge of a black garter belt under the hem of her dress, tightly circling her upper thigh and probably holding a knife or gun.

She shot him a look under her dark lashes, half-smug, half-apologetic. “Other qualities, huh?”

Chad grinned because he never could pass up on an opportunity. “I can show you later.”

Harris huffed. “Alright, Mr. Padalecki, tell me why I should work with someone who’s lieutenant is that human disaster.” She pointed her glass at Chad.

“You know,” Chad said, unreasonably charmed by her insults, “most people are scared shitless of me.”

“An indignant meerkat?”

Okay, enough was enough. Chad pulled his knife out of his back pocket and had the switchblade open and at the inside of her thigh, right over the black weapons garter, on top of her femoral artery before she could flinch. Her hand closed around his wrist with surprising strength for such a small woman, but Chad was pretty sure he’d come out on top in this particular encounter. Her eyes narrowed in reluctant respect.

“Most people underestimate Chad,” Jared said and there was a proud smile in his voice. “Think he’s stupid. Just like they think I’m young and harmless.”

Slowly, Harris looked back at Jared. 

“We liked it that way for a long time, it helped build the business without us getting bothered. But now, we need a shift in strategy.”

“People are catching on to how dangerous we really are,” Chad said, increasing the pressure of the blade. 

“At least here in the city, where they can see what we do,” Jared added. “But it takes the stories a little longer to spread to the far corners of the world.”

Harris leaned back, resting one arm along the backrest of the couch, seemingly unconcerned by the knife Chad still had to her leg.

“So you want me to spread your reputation?”

Jared nodded. 

Harris looked down at Chad’s knife. “I think that’s unnecessary. You made your point.”

Chad left it there for another beat before he pulled it back.

“I have a going rate and I don’t give discounts for cute dimples,” Harris said. “I agree to a contract, I follow through, always. If you double-cross me, you’re a dead man. I will never let someone buy their way out of a hit, but if you skimp on payment, you’re a dead man. See a pattern?”

“I do. It’s why I contacted you.”

Harris pursed her lips. “Where exactly would you want me to go?”

Jared handed her a piece of paper with the name and the address.

Harris took the paper. “That’s a long way.”

Jared nodded. “It’s why I called you.”

“What did he do?”

“He’s interfering with my shipments.”

“You know,” she said slowly, taking another sip of whiskey. “I’ve never heard of you before. I had to ask around for someone to tell me you’re legit.”

Jared nodded. “I try to avoid law enforcement. It works best if you don’t draw a lot of attention to yourself. I think you understand what I mean.”

Harris smirked. Chad hadn’t even known she was a chick, she definitely played things close to the vest.

“Well, not everyone is so... open-minded,” she said.

“Their loss,” Jared said and his voice was hard. “Everyone out there who doesn’t want to do business with us because of who we are can go to hell.”

“Who you are?” Harris asked.

“Let’s just say Jared and I never compete for attention when we go out at night.”

Harris shot him a look, then her red lips formed a perfect ‘oh.’ “I see.” She tilted her head, regarded Jared with a smirk. “Well, certainly a loss for women everywhere.”

Jared laughed. Chad made a face.

Harris leaned over to him, patted his cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re cute too.”

And really, Chad should be so mad at her.

“So,” Jared said, “are we in business?”

Harris nodded. “I want half up front because it’s an out of the country job.”

“Done.” Jared pulled out his phone. “You’ll have the money tomorrow in your account. The other half will be wired after you send proof of finishing the job.”

Harris stood. “Excellent.”

Chad watched her leave. “Hey.”

She turned around.

“My meeting’s over,” Chad said with a grin. “And you’re still here.”

She laughed, throaty and surprised. “I’ve gotta give it to you, you’ve got balls. But I’m a professional, Murray.”

“So am I,” he said with a wink. “Very professional.”

She laughed again. “Like I said, pigs.” Then she walked away and damn, it was a pretty sight.

“You’re playing with fire,” Jared said.

“Yeah.” Chad turned back to Jared once Harris was out of sight. “You know, it would come in real handy to have an assassin on retainer.”

Jared snorted. “I’m not putting a hit-woman on retainer because you want to get into her pants.”

Chad clutched his chest. “That’s just mean.”

Jared laughed and Chad laughed and they poured more whiskey. But Chad had a good feeling about Harris. He’d see her again. And who knew how that would go.

[stripper-patrick]

Gallery🖼 Hardin Scott

Warnings: language, fluff, smut, light spanking, I liked this one😁

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Hardin Scott x black plus sized reader

“Y/N are you ready? We’re gonna be late” I finish touching up my hair making sure it looks nice. This new color has me self conscious.

I look in the mirror one last time at my overly thought out outfit. I nod in approval of the way my butt looks. I grab my purse and strap on my heels heading downstairs.

“You look nice” my mother smiles.

“Thanks”

....

We arrive at the huge mansion of the Scott’s. His father Ken Scott is the chancellor of England and somehow can still be in the states. Not my business. I’m dreading this because me and Hardin have had a small fling before. Ok by small I mean we caught feelings and by flint I mean talked and fucked multiple times but never dated. I haven’t seen him since I left for college last year.

I step out of the car and my father gives the valet man the keys letting him park it. I walk inside the house on my own seeing art displayed everywhere. They buy the art and either sell it to a different gallery for a smaller price or sell whatever money they make to charity.

Upon arrival I’m handed a glass of champagne. Granite I’m under the age but they don’t need to know all of that. I thank the waiter and walk all the way in. I take a sip of the dry liquid cringing at the burning sensation.

The glass gets taken from me by my mother “really”

“I know I’m more of a fireball kinda girl” I hear a snicker and that’s when I see him. Hardin Scott. The one who left my guts in another state and my heart broken. He looks nice in his maroon red button down and light grey pants with some white shoes.

“Sorry. Uh I’m Hardin you must be the Y/L/N’s pleasure to meet you” he extends his hand to mine making eye contact and I shake his hand staying quiet.

He shakes my dad and moms hand smiling at them. Ken comes over with a drink for my father which he gladly accepts while his mother Trisha accompanies my mom.

I look to see Hardin already staring at me “would you like to at the art?”

“Yes please” he takes me to the back where there are these huge extravagant pieces. I’m just in awe.

“These are amazing” I smile “I love this one” I point to a painting of which could easily represent black excellence. It’s so beautiful. I look at the price tag and see $23,000 on it “OOP never mind”

“You are still so beautiful” I look at him

“Don’t do that” I say

“Do what? Try to make a conversation after you left? I miss you if I’m being honest”

“You can’t miss me if you’re the one that wanted to end whatever it was we had”

“Well I regret it and I admit to my wrong doings” he steps closer to me “you still smell of vanilla. I wonder if you taste like it too”

I clamp my legs together involuntarily biting my lip. I’ve missed his tongue game.

“Hardin”

“I miss you more than you’ll ever know. No ones had my back the way you did Y/N” he leans down kissing the side of my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck fully kissing him.

“Meet me in the sun room” he smiles. Hardin kisses me one more time before dipping off into the crowd.

I make a left and go to the sunroom where there are a lot more paintings. By his mother it’s one of her hobbies. After about 10 minutes I’m about to get restless and leave. This was a mistake.

I stand up and I’m about to touch the door knob when it turns and the door opens. I back up and see Hardin walking in “we’re you about to leave”

“Yes I thought you weren’t coming” I fold my arms

“I’m sorry I got caught up handling some business” I roll my eyes and he puts his hand on my waist pulling me closer. “I’m sorry but what I just did you won’t regret”

He kisses me again. Gotdamn it I’m under his spell again. Hardin pushes us back until we fall on the bed. He lifts my dress and smiles at me in the middle of the kiss.

I can feel his pants straining at his hard-ok just waiting to be released. I move my hand between us and rub him through his tight pants. He moans in my mouth and now it’s my turn to smile.

I flip us over and focus my attention to his pants. Hardin sits up and slides my dress over my body. He kisses my collarbone and rubs my dripping pussy through my thin underwear. I finally get his pants undone and I unbutton his shirt. The artwork on his body never ceased to amaze me. My favorite was the tattoo on his hand. So intricate. I grab him stroking him a few times before going in his wallet and grabbing a condom. I grab the dick and slide it into me moaning. It feels like home when I’m with him... or in this case on him. Like he was meant to be with me.

He wraps his arm around my waist and thrusts upwards into me while I bounce down on him. The chatter of outside is luckily loud enough to cease everyone else from hearing our moans.

“Fuck Y/N” I loved when he moans my name. I own him now.

I rock on him harder occasionally swirling my hips. I’ve missed this feeling of him being inside of me. I never knew I’d have to admit that.

He slaps my ass gripping it afterwards making me moan. Hardin leans back on the pillows and I put my hands on his chest riding him harder. I let out a breathy moan.

“You’re so beautiful” I huff a ‘mhmm’ feeling the sunlight warm my skin.

“Don’t stop” I’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. He was always the dominant one and it was seldom if I took control like this.

“I miss you so much oh my god” I moan

“Look at you so beautiful on top of me” he moans. His grip on my hips will definitely leave a bruise. Hardin sits up again this time thrusting harder into me. I moan louder and just before I’m at the point of screaming he covers my mouth. He sucks a patch of skin and my legs begin shaking nearing my climax.

“Awww are you about to cum on me?” I nod moaning. He lets go and holds my butt cheeks open and starts drilling me.

“H-Hardin I’m cumming” I moan. That billsful moment that I haven’t felt in a long time. It always feels different with him.

“Make a mess all over me darling” he closes his eyes and grunts. I watch his stomach tense as he empties his load inside the condom.

My legs are still shaking feeling the aftershock and I smile at him. His beautiful eyes look at mine and he seals our space with a kiss.

“I wanna do this with-“

“Hardin?” I hear his father calling for him.

“Hold on” he yells back. I get off of him and slide my dress back on while he re-buttons his shirt and fixes his pants.

“Can you zip me back up?” I ask. He zips my dress and kisses my shoulder

“I wanna do this with you Y/N. For real this time”

“I don’t wanna be hurt again Hardin” I say “go out first”

He looks at me nodding before walking out first. I lean on the door sighing. “Where were you?” His father asks

“I needed a minute to myself” he lies

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Bathroom maybe?”

I wait a couple minutes before I emerge and sneak behind my parents. “There you are. Did you see anything?”

“I saw a lot” I smile

....

It’s been a week since me and Hardin’s rendezvous and I haven’t called him. What if I get hurt again? What if it’s just like last time?

I’m sitting in my room listening to music when I hear someone knock on the door. “Come in”

My mom emerges with a huge package and a smile “it’s for you”

I sit up and she leaves it on my bed. She shuts the door leaving me along again and I see a note attached to it.

‘I hope this proves that I won’t hurt you H’

I open the box and see the painting I fell in love with at the galley. I gasp and pull it out all the way. This is really mine.

I grab my phone and call Hardin. He picks up on instant and I can hear the smile in his voice “hello love”

“Hi Hardin. I just got your package”

“Ah that is the one you wanted right?”

“Yes but I- I don’t know what to say H. I can’t possibly take this”

“Nonsense. It’s yours and that’s the bottom line” he chuckles “it’s a peace offering”

“So me letting you be inside of me wasn’t enough peace?”

“It was but that was physical I want your mental and emotional peace. I want you”

I smile looking down “then you got me”

[etlunainmorte]

❄ Three Wishes ❄

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"This,... is no time to be joking around." V was suddenly wide - eyed upon hearing Griffon's statement.

V seriously has no idea what turned him into that of all things in the first place. All he knew was that Avery and Roman were planning for something truly special for the kids in the neighborhood of Swan Lane for Halloween. Ideas were discussed, plans were formulated, even some weird props were bought from the local store.

What happened next was easily the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to the poor, clueless poet.

And that was almost seven weeks ago.

Despite that, V would still cringe from time to time whenever someone reminded him of that. But, it doesn't matter. All he knew was that, in spite of wearing heavy makeup and some form of unspeakable costume, you were there.

You were there.

And he could still remember the moments and every bit of conversation he had with you that day.

It all started when Avery and Roman transformed their mansion into a haunted mansion. Not only that, everyone he knew was commissioned ( not asked or invited ) to show up on that day in their most impressive Halloween costumes. Kyrie and Nero, being the two biggest suckers in the world when it comes to children, graciously accepted, and made costumes of their own. Dante, whose water and electric bills were due on the first of November, reluctantly accepted, and declared that he made a costume that would end all costumes. Nico also answered, and her participation involved effects such as different colored - spot lights, creepy sound effects, and a fog machine. Even Shadow and Griffon were given roles of their own.

And V? Let's just say he has no other choice but to go along with Nico's idea, since he didn't have enough time to buy or make a costume of his own ( unlike Dante, who chose to lie around the shop all day, the poet accepted jobs left and right, even though it pushed him to his limit most of the time ).

They had one job: to scare the children who dared enter the mansion and give rewards to those who could make it to the last room.

And Nico, being Nico, invited you of all people.

"This,... is no time to be joking around." V was suddenly wide - eyed upon hearing Griffon's statement.

"I'm serious here, V! She's already skulkin' 'round the courtyard." Griffon declared, his eyes were as wide as V's. "She'll be here within a few moments!"

Meanwhile, as you walked cautiously about the courtyard that was cutely decorated with skeletons, scarecrows, and graveyards, you felt someone stalking you from behind. You couldn't help but giggle, fully expecting something to jump out of the bushes and try to scare you.

And a few seconds later, as expected, something did jump, not from the bushes, but from one of the Styrofoam tombs. It was brown, it was furry, it has frightening claws, it has yellow eyes,...

... and it was wearing a pair of Fortuna University jerseys with the numbers 007 in it.

"Huh?" The werewolf thing mumbled as he scratched his head in confusion. "Were you even scared?"

"Umm, what are you supposed to be?" You asked the Wolf - man with an apologetic smile.

Nero was able to smile despite the few pounds of makeup and prosthetics on his face and flexed before you, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "I'm Bond. James Bond. Teen Wolf Bond, actually."

"Oh. Okay,..." you nodded. Not wanting to disappoint the young Devil Hunter, you added, "Oh, but, hey! That's a very creative costume!"

"I made it with Kyrie. The idea is mine."

"Well,... I like your creativity. Good job!"

"You do? Hehe, thanks!" If Nero could wag the fake tail that was attached to his bottom, he could very well do it multiple times in happiness after hearing your compliment.

"Go get 'em, Teen Wolf Bond!" You said, saluting him. Nero saluted and went back to where he was hiding to wait for his new victims.

Then, you made your way towards the mansion. Before you could even enter the premises, however, the door opened by itself, allowing you to walk freely and wander about the place.

Hmm, this must be the Artisan, Nico’s idea, you thought as you smiled and accepted the invitation. Nice touch,...

However, even before you could take a few steps inside the room, something jumped from one of the Grecian statues and howled with the full intention of scaring you. But, you didn't. Instead, you felt yourself bursting with muffled laughter at the sight.

With hair severely slicked back using some kind of cheap one - dollar wax, face hilariously pale with pharmacy - grade foundation, and a blue coat done with the worst stitching possible, Dante made quite an impression.

The smile on the Legendary Devil Hunter's face vanished as you finally let out the suppressed laughter that was quite literally killing you.

"That's not the desired response,..." Dante mumbled as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"I told you! No one's gonna get scared with that." Avery, who just came down from the second floor dressed up as Morticia Addams, scolded.

"You're wrong there, señora." Dante retorted. "My brother is the creepiest, most frightening creature I've ever met."

"I'm sorry, who?" You asked through your uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"My brother, Vergil!" Dante proudly announced. "Scariest of the scariest douchebags I know. He's away on a mission right now."

"Well, I'm not scared of him." You answered after catching your breath and finally calming down. "Unless he's a zombie who raids local pharmacies for cosmetics like how you're portraying him, that is. Then, I would definitely get scared. Of the real one."

Dante's pout almost made you hysterical with laughter once more, and before he could further embarrass himself in front of the children who would come and explore the house, Avery stepped in and intervened. "Think of a different strategy. I know you can do it." She said with a mighty tap on Dante's shoulder.

And with a smile, you left the two and headed for one of the rooms on the right. Skipping the life - size portrait of an evil - looking doctor with a moustache ( Avery placed Lancaster's portrait back on its former place for added horrific flair ), you entered what looked like a living room, complete with a sofa, a glass top table, and an old television in front of it. Thinking that the person here could be emulating a scary scene from a popular horror movie, you sat on the sofa and glanced at the television, which was currently only airing some weird static.

With a feeling of sheer anticipation for what's to come, you drummed your fingers on your lap and waited. And a few moments later, you noticed something coming out of the television's screen.

Nice detail, you thought to yourself as you watched a hand pop out of the screen. How are they doing this?

You continued to watch as another arm popped out of the screen, and inch by creepy inch, the lady in white finally managed to come out of the television.

So, she's doing the girl from Ring! You thought as you watched the lady convulse and hiss at you, her rotten face actually doing a good job of unnerving you. She didn't do anything else aside from that, however. She remained where she was, rooted to the ground and convulsing.

And so, as you thanked Nero's girlfriend for doing a marvelous job on her scary prank, you got out of the room just in time to hear some childish screams coming from the great hall. 

Dante must've changed strategies now,...

As you were about to leave the hallway, you noticed something blue and shiny on the ground. You grabbed it right away and realized it was an exquisite feather that seemed to glow and cast light to the dark hallway. You looked ahead of you and noticed more of these blue black feathers scattered on the floor, clearly leading towards another room.

Rightfully thinking that this could very well lead to an interesting discovery, you followed the path made of feathers that was made solely for you. Picking the beautiful feathers one by one and collecting them, you felt the temperature in the mansion clearly dropping by the second, and when you reached your destination - a door which was being pointed by that last feather - you heard someone running about on the other side. You even heard some voices, not one but, two.

Smiling and feeling excited, you opened the door,...

... and saw nothing, aside from the three or four bookshelves and the old grand piano in the middle of the room.

Taking a step inside, you cautiously looked around the place, waiting for something to come out and chase you around.

The door closed on its own, and the temperature dropped even further. You closed your parka and took a few more steps. Then, you noticed something on the stool in front of the piano - a steel pot.

Raising your eyebrows, wondering what a steel pot was doing there, you walked towards it, and before you could even grab it, you noticed something that looked like a dishcloth next to it.

A steel pot, and a dishcloth,...

Do they want me to rub this thing clean?!

Rolling your eyes and chuckling at the simple thought, you carefully placed the feathers you collected on a small table nearby ( you wanted to make something out of those ), took the steel pot and the dishcloth and started rubbing it, waiting for something to happen,...

"Oh! Now?" You heard a whisper from behind one of the bookshelves. "Okay, here goes!"

All of a sudden, something like a weak electricity ran through your whole body and startled you, making you drop the steel pot on the floor, and when you bent to pick it up, black smoke rose from it, engulfing it and swallowing it whole.

Where did - ?!

"Greetings, my lady." A low voice spoke. You slowly looked up and saw,...

... that gentleman you met at your cousin's wedding.

Now, who was this man again? Oh! It's V! His name is V. Although,...

... what’s that funny – looking turban doing on top of his head? Why was he standing like that, all proud and mighty, with his arms crossed over his chest?

And, most importantly, why was his skin blue?

"Umm,..." You began, uncertain how to respond. "Y - your steel pot,... I don't know what happened. It seemed so real and - "

"You have set me free from a hundred years of slumber." V spoke in what he hoped to be a mystical kind of tone. "And to show you my gratitude, I shall now grant you,... three wishes."

"W - wait a second here, three wishes?" You asked, finally figuring out what V was supposed to be. "Do you mean to say you're a Genie,... trapped in a steel pot?!"

V felt his face heat up at your words but, due to his heavy blue makeup, he was most definitely certain that you couldn't see through his shame of being a Genie for Halloween. He knew you have every right to laugh at him, to mock him for going through such a foolish thing, however,...

... you only gave him a gentle and understanding smile as if you sensed his discomfort.

And it warmed V's heart.

"Wanna sit down for a while?" You offered, and a few moments later, you were laughing at his stories of how he ended up here doing Avery's bidding once more.

"Stand in a steel pot, she said." V said, his words making you laugh harder. "It'll be fun, she said."

"I'm glad you didn't stand in a steel pot, though." You answered as you gave the man an apologetic look. "One comic relief for a Halloween attraction is enough. We don't need to add another."

V hummed in agreement, not saying any more words to add to the conversation.

For a while, V just sat there beside you, appreciating the quiet and peaceful moment between the two of you. No words were exchanged between you for a while, and yet, despite that, V truly felt at ease next to you.

It was like,...

... he was back during that time when he first met you. Not during the wedding, no, but, way back.

It was right here where he saw you after wandering about in the dark for so long. You played the piano for him, and you even gave him words of encouragement. And those words were the very weapons he used against the evil that once imprisoned the innocent souls here in this mansion for its own gain.

It was also here where he kissed you for the very first time.

And he was well aware that, unfortunately, you couldn't remember a thing about him, only that you knew you have seen him before but, couldn't remember when or where exactly. He confirmed this, himself, when he started observing you from the moment you reunited with him during Avery and Roman's wedding.

And now, as he observed you in the corner of his eye, he noticed the subtle look of sadness in your face. You may have shown him that you were happy and well, when, in fact, you felt the opposite. And it unnerved, no, worried V, a lot.

He desired nothing but your happiness, he didn't need to see anything else but your smile. After everything you've been through in your past life, he knew he must give you what you truly deserved and more. He will give back everything he owed you, for saving him, for making him see the truth in the face of evil, for making him believe that he's strong,...

... for believing in him despite everything.

Right then and there, he made up his mind, and he swore he would never repeat the mistakes of the past.

He vowed that he will make you the happiest woman on earth.

As he stroked the antique locket in his pocket, he turned to you and quietly uttered your name.

"Hmm?"

"Have you thought of them?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Your three wishes." V clarified. "Have you thought of them?"

"Oh! I,..."

V helplessly watched as he saw you fidget on your seat. Did he say too much?

"What I mean is," V added. " ... you've set me free from the confines of the evil steel pot. I feel it is only fitting that I should return the favor."

And to this, you giggled once more. You found it simply cute and adorable that, despite his discomfort in playing the role of the Genie, he still managed to be in character.

Somehow, you felt that he's doing you a kindness you don't deserve. Would it be like taking advantage of his kindness?

"Oh, Mr. V, you don't have to. We're basically just playing trick or treat, right? I mean you don't have to go to so much trouble,..."

"But, I insist." V answered with that disarming smirk of his. Damn, that smile! "And you can call me V. No need for such formalities."

Just like how V felt a few minutes earlier, you felt your face getting hotter with just that killer smile of his. However, unlike him, you're not wearing any makeup, save for some light lipstick and mascara. You could never hide your true feelings from him.

And so, with a sigh, you decided to just play along. "I suppose you will have a negative reaction if I ask you to turn me into a millionaire,..."

"Is it what you truly want? Wealth? Then, I could - "

"No! I mean, I'm only joking." You smiled nervously, feeling shocked after learning that V truly meant his word - that he really wanted to fulfill your three wishes. "It's not what I want."

"Then, please, tell me your deepest desires." V urged, his insistence actually making you a bit nervous and excited for the wrong reasons. “And I shall turn it into reality.”

With a deep sigh, you contemplated on what to say for a while. And when you finally decided on what to truly wish for, you spoke once more.

"Okay, first of all, I want you to have a rest day every once in a while." You noticed the look of question in his face and immediately clarified your statement. "Ah, I didn't mean this in a bad or hard way, believe me! It's just that, I noticed you work too hard, you barely have enough time for yourself. Maybe eat outside or cook something. Have fun with friends. Go to the mall, shop for clothes, or watch movies. Or if you want, you can drop by our house anytime you want and gran and I will prepare something for you. Or maybe, ahh, hang out?"

"Is that," V mused, a look of fascination in his gentle features. " ... an invitation, my lady?"

You swore he could kill you with that sultry voice and that devilish smile of his! You were even positive that you were blushing quite madly and shamelessly right before him. "I g - guess so. Yes."

"Oh, my. How generous of you. Well, then, what about the second wish?"

"Umm, let's see,... I want to," You muttered as you looked up at the Victorian style ceiling. " ... I want to have a proper rest."

"Hmm, and what does the lady mean by those words?"

You smiled guiltily at him. "I’ve been having some difficulty in sleeping for a month now. I just toss and turn around in bed, and I still couldn't sleep."

So, that explains the dark circles underneath her lovely (E/C) eyes,... "That,... must be really,... bothersome,..."

"Oh, you could say that again." You agreed, then sighed as you allowed your posture to slip for a slouch. "I miss those days when I could easily sleep like a child."

V hummed, then, a few moments later, he cleared his throat and went on. "And the third wish?"

"I want to move on."

The words came too fast that it almost slipped past V's radar.

What,... did she mean by those words?

"You,... want to move on?"

"Oh! Ah, scratch that, please. It's a joke, n - nothing too important,..." You stuttered, fully knowing that V would see through your lie.

And see through it, he sure did.

The desire to go out and have fun with friends. The longing to have a peaceful sleep.

And wanting to move on.

He knew, or at least figured out, what was really going on.

With a simple smile, he raised his metal cane that once belonged to Victor Blake ( not William Blake’s descendant ) and gently tapped your head with it. Then, as softly as he could, he raised your chin with his long and slender fingers and made you look him in the eye.

"Your wish,... is my command,..."

After your talk with the mysterious V, the rest of the day went by without so much as a ruckus. The host and hostess Avery and Roman, dressed as Morticia and Gomez Addams, graciously welcomed all the guests at the gate. Almost everyone who visited the house had their photos taken with Nero as the Teen Wolf Bond. However, he was not the most popular Halloween attraction. Dante, who finally made up his mind to chuck out his cheap Vergil cosplay, decided to just throw all pride and pretense aside and simply morphed into his Sin Devil Trigger form to scare people. And he became an instant hit. V declared he was too tired of granting people's wishes as the Genie after your conversation and decided to let Griffon and Shadow ( who only scared and bullied the hell out of the people who made out of Dante's prank without so much as a tear in one eye ) take over as his wish - granting familiars. Nico, who was staying in one of the rooms on the first floor, enjoyed the hell out of frightening people with her awesome effects.

And Kyrie? Apparently, she was stuck in the kitchen, waiting for someone to get lost in there so she could offer them the magical potions she made as a Good Witch.

There never was a Girl From Ring in the first place,...

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❄ Snippets of V and Reader's conversations were based on a real - life conversation with @la-vita . ❄

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[gingerandwry]

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil - Week 1

The bus ride from Paraty to Rio was easy and uneventful. The road runs along the coast, but unfortunately the view is mostly obscured by overgrowth. I caught some dramatic, beautiful glimpses, but Brazil could learn from California and Australia. Upon arrival at my Ipanema AirBnB, I took a breath then settled in for two weeks of adventure....

My friends Scott and Tony had left Paraty a couple days early to come to Rio, so I met them for drinks and dinner Saturday night. We walked to a lively, popular-with-millenials section of Leblon and ate dinner at CT Boucherie, an established steakhouse-ish restaurant that was fantastic (and a great value for how much we ate and drink). Those guys had had a big night on Friday so we all turned in early.

And it’s good we did since Scott had a full day planned for us. We started at Parque Lage for breakfast at their famous restaurant. It occupies the courtyard of a crumbling mansion (now an art school) and sits just below Rio’s most famous landmark, Christ the Redeemer. It’s a setting made for Instagram, and everyone certainly took advantage of that. The food was pretty tasty for a place that could easily half-ass it. After breakfast we walked around the park a bit and saw our first monkeys!

We then walked through Jardim Botanico, which appears to be the Beverly Hills of Rio. We walked through the Botanical Gardens as well, which are lush and beautiful. I think the most striking element were the massive tree trunks, some of which formed walls rising several feet above the ground.

From here we traveled back to Ipanema’s Praca General Osorio for the famous “Hippie Fair”, an arts and crafts market. I’m not sure what the big deal is-- it seems like every other crafts market I’ve seen. Afterwards the guys went to the beach, but I needed some literal chill time in front of a fan, so I lay low at my apartment for a while. We met up again for dinner at Zaza, a delicious Moroccan restaurant. It was the guys’ last night, but we were all pretty beat, so we called it early after a couple more beers.

Monday was shopping day, both clothes and groceries. I am not a beach person, and I was not prepared for how beached out Rio is. Even at nighttime in nice restaurants, people are in t-shirts, shorts and flip-flops. I needed some more beach wear to fit in (tho I only ended up finding one pair of shorts I liked). I met up with the guys again for lunch at Barraca do Uruguai, the most famous stand at Ipanema beach selling delicious meaty sandwiches. They had to get to the airport so we parted ways and I found myself all alone in Brazil....

On Tuesday I committed to the hard work of tourism. In the morning I took the metro to Centro, the historic center of Rio. I emerged at Rua Uruguaina into a hectic street bazaar. It was initially unnerving but a nice break from laid back Ipanema. Once I got my bearings I climbed up to Morro de Conceicao, a very old, Lisbon-esque street with cute (if shabby) townhouses, and then down to Praca Maua, the waterfront area that was revitalized for the 2016 Olympics. I first visited the Museu de Arte do Rio, housed in a beautiful colonial building attached to a gleaming modern annex. The view over Guanabara Bay is fantastic. The museum was showing two exhibits, one (”Mulheres”) featured women artists and had a lot of compelling pieces. The other was a history of samba. Once again I couldn’t understand the Portuguese captions, but there was enough music, video and glamorous visuals to make it fun nonetheless.

I walked across the plaza to Museu do Amanha (”Tomorrow”), a very modern “science” museum with a lot of interactive video displays and flashy installations for these selfie/social media loving Brazilians. The science was a bit thin; it starts with a brief history of the universe then focuses on humanity’s impact on the planet, for better and worse. But it was engaging.

I then hiked up another hill to the Mosteiro do Sao Bento, a monastery that is one of the city’s oldest buildings. Its plain, humble exterior belies an over-the-top opulence inside, a theme I found in every church I saw that day. Those early Portuguese settlers loved ornate, gilded wall reliefs like you would expect from Louis XIV.

After a tasty chicken burger at the hip Cozinha Mironga I continued toward the waterfront to Igreja de Nossa Senhora Candelaria, the biggest of the city’s historic churches. The surrounding area houses lots of current and former government buildings, most of them imposing neoclassical edifices or fanciful Baroque colonial desserts (or both). I saw the Centro Cultural do Banco do Brasil (tho I skipped the current exhibition of Dreamworks art), Igreja de Nossa Senhora do Carmo da Antiga Se (which served royal functions when the Portguese throne decamped to Brazil) and Paco Imperial (the one-time royal palace). From there I walked through the extremely underwhelming (but historic) Arco de Teles into Travessa do Comercio, a charming cobblestone street of colonial townhouses, now home to outdoor cafes.

From here I cut across the hustling narrow streets of Centro to Largo da Carioca, a plaza surrounding by some atrocious 1960s skyscrapers (tho the Petrobras HQ is a marvel) and dominated by a very old church, Igreja Sao Francisco da Penitencia e Convento de Santo Antonio (phew). It’s beautifully restored and wins the gaudiest award in a very tough category. Not one inch of that chapel was left ungilded, an odd choice for an order who has taken a vow of poverty.

I then headed back up to Real Gabinete Portugues de Leitura, or the Royal Reading Room. It’s basically a library, and one of the most stunning I’ve ever seen. It’s three stories of books (over 350,000) in sumptuous but tasteful, muted decor. You can feel the knowledge surrounding you, and it makes you yearn to have more of it.

From there I veered west into Saara, a small grid of narrow streets that serves as an outdoor market and bazaar. You can probably find anything you need here and at a good price. At the end of it I found Campo de Santana, an elegant park with an odd assemblage of wild beasts-- cats, ducks, some sort of large fowl, and a cute, big rodent creature (capybara?). That was enough for one day so I headed back to Ipanema, had a big, tasty, cheap dinner at Frontera and went home to bed.

On Wednesday I headed back down to Centro to finish my tour. I started at the Museu Historico Nacional. I have a particular interest in history museums because a) I think it’s important to have some background and context when you travel; b) I’m a history nerd; and c) they are difficult to do well since good history requires a lot of text, which is not well-suited to a museum. Rio’s history museum is... decent. Housed in a well-maintained old fort, it could definitely use some refurbishing and some more engaging exhibits. After a respectable space telling the story of the indigenous people, it mostly focuses on the leaders and elites who steered the country from a Portuguese (and Dutch and French) colony into an independent republic. It has little to say about slaves, and I found no mention of the military dictatorship that ruled from the sixties to the eighties. (This is especially problematic given the current president’s favorable, revisionist view of the dictatorship.) But otherwise the narrative seems fair and accurate, if not thorough. It has almost no weighty artifacts, like original documents or “this was the actual thing that person used” items. It is mostly full of examples (of china, jewelry, slave shackles, etc.), paintings (many immense) and busts. Two awesome exceptions are a large array of carriages and early cars spanning three hundred years and an actual historic apothecary that was moved into the museum when it went out of business. I also appreciated that all of the displays had English translations tho they were riddled with errors. It made me wonder why the museum wouldn’t have them proofread before printing them up in a permanent exhibition.

From here I walked back to Praca Floriano (aka Cinelandia) which is the heart of downtown. The plaza is fairly non-descript, but it’s surrounded by some of the city’s most beautiful buildings: Theatro Municipal, Bibliolteca Nacional, Museu Nacional de Belas Artes and Camera Municipal. It was so stunning I stopped for lunch on the square and came back to see it lit up at night (when apparently the navy was attending the opera...).

After lunch I continued west into Lapa, past the iconic Arcos (an old viaduct) and the peculiar Catedral Metropolitana de Sao Sebastio. It’s a brutalist cement cone modeled after Aztec pyramids, and it looks nothing like any church I’ve ever seen (tho not far off from St. Mary’s in San Francisco, aka “The Washing Machine”). After my initial shock and repulsion, I found it growing on me, if only for its boldness and break from tradition. It’s most famous for the tall stain-glassed windows (which are impressive in their size if not beauty), but what stood out to me was the main crucifix. It’s surprisingly small and suspended in the center of the cone about 30 feet above the altar. Jesus looks so vulnerable and alone, floating in an empty void. Of all the gory crucifixion scenes I’ve seen, this more than any other moved me and actually made me sad to think about Jesus’ plight.

I then ventured further into Lapa. Nowadays it’s best known for its rowdy nightlife, and some of the bars were just starting to open up. Like much of Rio (and many Latin American cities), the area had traces of better days but now mostly looks decrepit. I made my way back, under the Arcos and headed to Cinelandia to catch the train home.

Thursday was considerably less ambitious. After a late start, I took the metro to Botafogo. Amid the usual urban grit of Rio are several beautiful old colonial mansions (as well as a notorious favela). I believe it was once an upscale artsy neighborhood that fell into decline, but some of the old buildings have been restored as museums or work spaces. Unfortunately, like so much of the city, they are hidden and inaccessible behind tall walls and fences. One beautiful exception is the Fundacao Casa de Rui Barbosa, once home to a famous writer and politician, now a museum. I didn’t go inside but the gorgeous grounds around the home are open to the public and look like a miniature botanical garden.

I made my way toward the next neighborhood, Humaita, and stopped at Cemiterio Sao Joao Batista, the final resting place for some of Brazil’s most famous residents. It’s quite beautiful and dramatic under the watchful eye of Christ the Redeemer. My last stop was Cobol do Humaita, a food market and dining hall, which are always pleasant to wander. The sun was going down so, after six days in Ipanema, I figured it was time to see the sunset on the beach. Obviously Rio faces East but the light is still nice.

Friday turned out to be my most ambitious day and, painfully, the hottest so far. I returned to lovely Cinelandia and Lapa and visited the famous Escadaria Selaron, a public stairway that has been covered in a colorful tile mosaic in tribute to the people of Brazil. It’s pretty, fun and festive and swarming with tourists. Fortunately most people turn around at the top (if they get that far) instead of continuing into the beautiful Santa Teresa neighborhood. Like Botafogo, it’s full of charming old homes in various states of (dis)repair. But these are not walled off. And they run the gamut from cottages to palaces, so there is a lot of variety, both in architecture and culture. It reminded me of Russian Hill and Telegraph Hill. Also, this being a very steep hill, there are stunning views of the city and the bay from everywhere.

There is not much to do in Santa Teresa besides admire the loveliness, which probably helps keep the tourists away. Parque das Ruinas is the main attraction-- a crumbled mansion once owned by a salon-hosting socialite intellectual. It really feels like ruins, but staircases and walkways have been installed and the surrounding grounds turned into a park. The views from the top are spectacular. The small museum next door (Museu da Chacara do Ceu) hosts a private collection. It sounded interesting but appeared to be closed for construction.

I continued walking through the main commercial area which hosts some charming little boutiques, restaurants and bars (as well as a makeshift barber and a bar perched out on one of the viewpoints). I stopped for fantastic feijoada at Bar do Mineiro and more beer at the historic Bar do Gomes. Then, rather than walk all the way back down, I opted for the bonde, a cute little cable car that runs up and down the hill.

With a little daylight left, I headed back down to Botafogo and then over to Urca for one of Rio’s premiere attractions: Pao de Acucar (Sugarloaf Mountain). It stands tall at the north end of Copacabana and offers stunning views over the entire city and bay. It’s accessible by a sequence of two cable cars (gondolas), teetering at dizzying heights. It was crowded, as I expected at sunset, but not actually that bad. I stayed up there a while soaking in the “Marvelous City” and, like everyone else, taking tons of photos.

It was my first Friday night in the city, and I had nothing to do, which would have been a shame. But a guy I had been chatting with invited me to Paraiso do Tuiuti, a samba school. I demurred, concerned that I would not understand the instructions in Portuguese. But my friend then explained that it’s not a school so much as a club that performs sambas. The schools are formed in the favelas and compete at Carnaval every year. Friday night Paraiso was having a big birthday party and putting on a show for their friends.

The Paraiso clubhouse is across the street from Feira de Sao Cristovao, a kind of permanent country fair. It’s home to dozens of stalls selling all sorts of stuff, but at night, it’s mostly just restaurants and bars with a lot of karaoke. There is also a main stage with the kind of cheesy acts you would expect at a fair. And the crowd was overwhelmingly under 30, maybe 25. It was cute good times but I was not sorry to leave when my friend arrived.

The Paraiso do Tuiuti building is a big auditorium, not unlike a high school gym. A large samba band was in full swing in the corner of the mezzanine, and various people in uniforms, outfits and costumes were milling amongst the hundreds of guests. It all felt very festive, intimate and personable. A little later the performances started. My friend explained that each year at Carnaval each school performs a new samba and competes for first place (the schools are also organized like sports leagues with a top tier, mid tier, etc.). Paraiso do Tuiuti was performing their greatest hits that night in honor of their birthday (with songs going back to the 80s), and once they were done, a couple other schools-- Estacio de Sa and Mangueira (last year’s winners)-- performed as well. The whole experience was phenomenal and unforgettable-- the rhythms, the leg work, the costumes, the energy. It was a fantastic, only-in-Brazil night that a tourist can only hope to stumble upon.

Since I did not get home until 6am, Saturday and Sunday were my lazy days off before I returned to the tourist trail the next week....

[pantstomatch]

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!

“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.

*

Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

*

Originally, Stiles thought it was a giant mistake on Scott’s part to rent a place nearby the Hale pack house, but now Stiles thinks it’s good to be able to keep an eye on them. They’ve never had to deal with another pack so close before. It’s both nerve-wracking and exhilarating, and Stiles tries not to think too hard about why and focuses on the important stuff: decorating for Halloween.

Stiles starts out with three jack-o-lanterns in front of their modest little pack house, but when he sees Derek staple-gunning orange lights around the entire front of their porch, he comes home with a six foot dinosaur skeleton with glowing red eyes.

“You spent actual money on this,” Scott says, hands on his hips. He doesn’t seem mad, just sort of baffled.

Stiles very carefully doesn’t tell him that it cost almost two hundred dollars. They don’t have ‘pack money’ and Stiles has a very good job, but there’s spending money on a video game and then there’s buying a giant skeleton that’s probably going to break the minute Liam tries to ride it.

Stiles can’t exactly explain it, the way Derek was aggressively hanging lights and glaring at him. It could have had something to do with the way Stiles was openly gaping at Derek’s butt when he was at the top of the ladder, but Stiles is going to up his game anyway: no one actually hangs Halloween lights unless they’re going to war.

Scott would probably not appreciate Stiles telling him this, though.

Instead, he pats the dinosaur’s back fondly and says, “He was on sale.”

*

Five days into October, Stiles blearily makes his way into the kitchen at seven AM to find Liam, Mason and Kira halfway through a giant dish of lasagna. They have full forks and zero table manners.

“Seven AM?” Stiles says, pouring himself an enormous mug of lukewarm coffee because he lives with heathens. “Where did that even come from?”

Mason mumbles something about a handsome roman gladiator while shoveling pasta into his mouth.

Kira says, “I want to marry this. I want to have this lasagna’s babies.” She stabs Liam with her fork and flashes orange eyes when he goes for the corner of the dish she’s staked out.

Liam says, “Did you just hiss at me?”

“If you marry this, I’m gonna eat your babies,” Mason says, and Stiles moves forward curiously, taking a deep sniff but careful not to get too close—he’s pretty sure Kira will take out his eyes.

Steam is still rising off of what’s left. Someone got up super early in the morning to make this fresh. Huh.

So they’re resorting to full meals now. Stiles can deal with that.

*

Stiles bakes a cake. Three layers of chocolate with vanilla pudding in between, and he covers the whole thing with an entire can of orange icing, using Oreo cookies to make bats. He also makes a cheesy chicken casserole in Boyd’s lasagna dish and has Mason take them both over in a wagon.

Stiles peeks through the window shades and gleefully watches Isaac open the door.

“What are you doing?” Scott asks, coming up behind him to peek too.

Stiles rubs his hands together and says, “Winning.”

“Winning what?” Scott says. He’s adorably befuddled, and Stiles pats his tummy and says, “I’m not sure, but whatever this is, I’m really good at it.”

“Is whatever this is why we have an entire ceramic haunted town on the front bow windowsill now?” He waves his hand to where Stiles is carefully kneeling in between a giant light-up Gothic mansion and a half-ruined churchyard.

“Exactly,” Stiles says.

Derek’s yard is now riddled with headstones that have each of his betas’ names on them. Cool, but not cool enough. Stiles is going to go with an undead army, he just has to convince Scott to sign up for Amazon Prime.

When Mason finally turns around he’s got a dazed look in his eyes and what looks like a homemade scarf wrapped around his neck. Damn it. He’s underestimated Isaac.

“Scott, buddy, you’re gonna have to learn how to knit.”

“What? No,” Scott says.

“Crochet?” Stiles says hopefully. “Cross-stitch?”

“No,” Scott says, but he scruffs a hand through Stiles’s hair. “I think Liam knows how to latch hook?”

“Everyone knows how to latch hook,” Stiles says, but he places a curled finger over his bottom lip and hmmmms.  Liam is very impressionable. “Would you call Liam artistic?”

“Uh, no,” Scott says, “but his enthusiasm will probably make up for it.”

“Right,” Stiles says. He’s gonna need some red paint and a lot of old clothes.

*

“What is supposed to be happening here?” Derek says, standing on the sidewalk with his hands on his hips. He’s wearing some kind of fleece lined flannel jacket that is fucking with Stiles’s head. He wants to slip his hands inside and around and have Derek try and button it around Stiles’s back like some sort of comfy two-man cocoon.

Stiles rolls his shoulders and resolutely turns away and really takes in his masterpiece. “It’s the undead rising to defeat the skeleton army.”

“Is that one riding a dinosaur?”

“Yes,” Stiles says proudly. “If you walk past it, it cackles.”

It’s only October 10th. Mrs. Carbunkle to the left of them has stopped speaking to them completely. Scott’s the only one who complained about it, though.

Derek has an enormous blow-up spider that he’s somehow managed to attach to his roof, and someone rigged up his lights to a sound system that plays This is Halloween.

Stiles finished a carved pumpkin that is, quite clearly, Derek’s face. It’s prominently placed at the top of the front steps.

“I’m finding this incredibly satisfying,” Stiles says, grinning over at Derek.

Derek has the flat mouth of a man who’s trying very hard not to smile. There’s pink on the tips of his ears.

Derek says, “Last year we put out a bowl of candy and a sign that said ‘Go Away.’”

“Classy,” Stiles says, grinning even wider.

“I hand painted those tombstones,” Derek says, tilting his head toward his yard.

“I’d make fun of you, but that dog skeleton over there is made up of squeaky bones that I glued together.”

Derek chuffs. Not even his beard can hide the way his cheeks bunch up when he smiles. “It’s a very good dog.”

“Is there any other kind?” Stiles says.

Stiles becomes acutely aware that Derek and him are just staring stupidly at each other when Kira clears her throat from the top of the driveway and says, “Uh, Stiles? Your boss is on the house phone.”

“Shit.” Stiles is, technically, supposed to be working. He should probably take that. He waves at a still adorably amused Derek and then runs for the door.

*

Kira says, “These are the cutest cookies I have ever eaten in my life.” There are crumbs all over her sweater and icing smeared over one of her cheeks. She’s halfway through a plate of ghostly sugar cookies. When Mason comes near her she throws one of them at him and then mourns the loss with a, “Oh, darn it.”

Liam says, “I think those were for all of us,” but backs off when Kira bares her teeth at him. Stiles is unsure whether a wolf or fox is more vicious, but Kira’s the only one of them that also owns a deadly sharp weapon, so.

Mason holds up a little card and says, “This says they’re for Stiles, Yukimura.”

Stiles grabs for the note and smiles down at the little, “for Stiles,” and “-D” and then shoves it into the top pocket of his flannel. He says, “That’s okay, she can keep them,” and thinks about how hard it would be to make cinnamon rolls from scratch.

*

“Aren’t gingerbread houses a Christmas thing?” Scott asks, leaning his elbows onto the counter and resting his chin in his hands.

“Not gingerbread murder houses,” Stiles says. He’s putting the finishing touches on the little Jackson werewolf, sprawled out on the ground with his guts spilling everywhere. He’s using spun sugar.

“Huh. Why don’t you and Derek just do this together?”

“What?” Stiles straightens up, blinking at him.

“I mean. He likes you, you like him.” Scott knocks their shoulders together, grinning.

“He doesn’t like me, Scott,” Stiles says, cheeks heating. “We’re in a competition!”

“Right,” Scott says skeptically. “That’s what this is.”

“Yeah!” Stiles hunches his shoulders up around his ears and ignores the fact that his entire face is probably red by now.

Scott wrinkles his nose. “A competition.”

“That’s what I said.” Little Jackson keeps trying to fall apart, so Stiles lets it crumble—he can just add more blood.

“Right,” Scott says again.

The lengthy silence after that is damning, but Stiles is totally not going to talk about how Derek might like him. He’s not twelve. He’s gonna paint a sugar glaze on this thing, put it on Derek’s front stoop, ring the doorbell, and then run away.

*

Derek tops off his cemetery by adding stone-like walls and an archway that is, somehow, twined with real night blooming flowers. It’s impressive.

“I’m impressed,” Stiles says to Jackson.

Jackson sneers at him and says, “Who cares?”

There’s also a witch on a broom hanging from a big oak tree, and some kind of animatronic black cat that—

“Holy shit,” Stiles says, backpedaling away from where the cat jumped up and lunged at him. Stiles clutches at his wildly beating heart while Jackson nearly busts a nut laughing.

“I almost fucking peed myself,” Stiles says indignantly, while the black cat winds himself around his legs in greeting.

The front door of the house flies open and Derek appears like an avenging angel, chest heaving, wolfed-out. He says, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Jackson has his face covered, hysterical.

Stiles says, hands flailing, “Did you buy a cat for this?”

“Did I…?” He trails off, staring at Stiles with crazy eyes. The beta change melts off until he’s normal, stern-looking, hot Derek. He looks from the cat to Stiles to the cat and then back again before saying, “We’ve had Jinky for five years, Stiles.”

Jinky? Stiles thinks. “You named your cat Jinky?”

“Erica named the cat Jinky,” Derek says, stomping down the steps to pick him up. Jinky goes boneless in his arms, instantly purring, and Stiles stares at the big hand Derek splays over Jinky’s belly. It’s a good hand. It would fit nicely all over Stiles’s body. Yep.

“Um.” Stiles is having trouble concentrating.

Derek says, “Are you here for a reason?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean…” Stiles looks down at his shoes and tries to remember why he came over here in the first place.

It’s the middle of October. He’s three days behind on his latest work project. There’s a huge pumpkin that cost him fifty bucks waiting to be carved in his kitchen. What was he doing here?

He says, “Um,” again and presses his palms to his cheeks, mind completely blank. Then he takes a deep, bracing breath. “Right, yes, this is,” he waves an arm around, “really good, Derek! Like, super good, I’m gonna go—”

“Jesus Christ, Stilinski,” Jackson says, now done with laughing and just staring at him like he can’t believe Stiles is upright, walking and talking.

“Oh, fuck off,” Stiles says, and then marches back across the street to his own much better decorated yard.

*

Stiles comes home from the supermarket on October 21st to the entire pack lying in wait for him in the den. Allison and Lydia’s faces are even on separate laptops propped up on couch cushions in between Scott and Liam.

Stiles freezes in the doorway and says, “Is this some kind of intervention?”

“I don’t know,” Scott says carefully. “Do you think you need an intervention?”

“No!” Stiles has this thing with Derek perfectly under control. Obviously. He did not just buy ingredients to make even more fake blood.

Scott nods his head. “Okay. Then this is about the Halloween party next Saturday. Allison and Lydia are driving down!”

“Are we sure that’s wise? What with,” Stiles makes fangs with his fingers, “you-know-who and L-Y-D-I-A?”

“I know about werewolves, Stiles,” Lydia says dryly. “And also how to spell my own name.”

“Did you also know that Jackson Whittmore is in the Hale pack?”

Allison says, “I thought Jackson was eaten by a giant lizard,” but her eyes are sparkling.

Lydia purses her lips and says, “I am a grown woman, Stiles.”

“I know you.” Stiles points a finger at her. “There will be bloodshed.” Jackson broke up with her via text in high school before his family moved away. He’s a spineless asshole.

“He’s a werewolf. He’ll heal.” She’s got a dangerous but pleased look in her eyes. She nods at him and he winks back, because she knows he’ll help hide the body.

“All right, so, Halloween party.” Stiles drops down into a chair. “Are we adulting or slumming it with Liam and Mason’s friends?”

“Everyone’s invited!” Kira says with jazz hands. “I’m making jello shots.”

“Not everyone is twenty-one,” Stiles points out. They’ve never had to really worry about that with pack, since none of the werewolves can get drunk anyway.

“The neighbors are invited,” Scott says, straightening up into Pack Dad mode. “And Liam and Mason can each have one friend.”

“Balls,” Liam says, scowling.

“Adulting, cool,” Stiles says. He rubs his fingers together, already thinking about candy, and bobbing for apples, and scaring the shit out of Jackson. He’s gonna need lots of sheets. And fake eyeballs. And spaghetti.

*

“Sexy or scary?” Stiles says, holding up a Little Red Riding Hood costume in one hand and a distressed mummy one in the other.

Mason makes a face. “Overdone,” he says, pointing first to Little Red Riding Hood and then to the mummy, “not scary.”

“Overdone can still be sexy,” Stiles says, frowning down at the skimpy little dress. “I can wear heels!”

“You do not want to wear heels,” Mason says. He’s wearing a Tina Turner wig and Hulk hands, but he’s got his serious business face on. “Nobody wants to wear heels. Heels disintegrate your toes over time and ruin your arches.”

“While I have no idea if that’s bullshit or not,” Stiles says, “I’d only be wearing them for a couple hours.” Stiles had been leaning toward the mummy outfit, but now it’s a matter of principle.

Behind them, Stiles can see Liam pretending to make out with a Freddy Krueger mask. There are several hovering employees with mixed reactions.

Mason says, “It’s a cliché.”

“It’s only a cliché because it works!”

“That would only make sense if werewolves were openly known,” Mason says.

Stiles rolls his eyes. “The same could be said about your argument, dumbass.”

Why is this a thing that’s happening? Why did he bring Mason and Liam with him? Why did he bother to ask Mason anything at all? Liam’s going to get them thrown out of the store, and Mason is a terrible judge of costumes.

Liam runs up, flushed and bright-eyed, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He says, “Stiles, please, please,” and holds up a ridiculous red, black and white costume. “I will give you fifteen dollars if you wear this.”

“Twenty, and you can’t get the money from Scott.”

“Deal.”

*

Despite anything that Scott says, Stiles thinks the fog machine was money well spent.

“You can’t even see the yard anymore!” Scott says. “The entire Quince family fell into a horde of zombies!”

“So maybe I need to turn it down a little.” Stiles kind of tossed the instructions somewhere and forgot about them, but it’s probably pretty easy to figure out, right?

It’s 8:15 on a Saturday night, the neighborhood kids are all in the backyard getting an impromptu archery lesson from Hawkeye, Stiles has already soaked himself trying to get three apples out of a barrel with his mouth, and none of the Hale pack have shown up yet. Stiles is in no way anxious about that at all.

Instead, he crouches down by the totally awesome fog machine and starts poking at it indiscriminately. It sort of beeps at him, like an angry robot.

“What are you supposed to be?”

“I’m a ladybug,” Stiles says absently, fiddling with the side knob—is it getting even more foggy?—before registering the looming leathered presence of Derek Hale. He sees his black sneaks and cuffed jeans first. And then the belt, tucked in white t-shirt, beardless face.

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, head tilted all the way back. He’s sort of struck by the dimple in Derek’s chin, the cut of his cheeks and the awkward jut of his ears under slicked hair. Stiles is in awe, he wants to press his hands over his jaw and see if it’s as baby smooth as it looks. “Are you Danny Zuko?  Please, please, please tell me Isaac is Sandy.”

Derek rolls his eyes, grabs Stiles’s arms and hauls him up to his feet. “Isaac isn’t Sandy.”

“You’re lying,” Stiles says, curling his hands around Derek’s wrists to steady himself. “Oh my god, this is the best day of my life, does he have on a crop top?”

“Stiles,” Derek says, glancing around the yard. “Is it supposed to be this smoky?”

“It’s fog, Derek, atmospheric fog,” he steps back out of Derek’s hold and waves his hands around, “to really set the mood on this spooky All Hallows’ Eve.”

“It’s the 28th.” Derek has this look on his face, like he’s amused but trying not to be. He eyes Stiles up and down. “You’re not even a zombie ladybug.”

“Yeah, no, why would I want to dull down this sexy little number?” Stiles pats his stuffed hips.

“You look like a donut with antenna.”

Stiles frowns. He looks adorable, thanks very much. He says, “And you look like a…” Sexy greaser werewolf, basically, but Stiles isn’t sure he wants to give Derek that kind of ammunition.

After an only slightly uncomfortable silence, Derek says, “Boyd made profiteroles.” A curl of gelled hair falls over his forehead. Goddamnit.

“Boyd can suck my dick,” Stiles says, awkwardly creasing his ladybug costume as he crosses his arms.

“Don’t tell him,” Derek says, grinning a little now, moving closer so his chest brushes Stiles’s forearms, “but I like your brownies better.”

“Are you saying I win, Hale?” Stiles says. It’s dark, and the Halloween lights are muted around them, but Stiles is pretty sure Derek’s newly shaven cheeks are pink. It’s a novelty.

Derek sighs heavily. “I’m saying this fog’s as thick as peanut butter, and I want to kiss you where the Quince family can’t see.”

“I’m pretty sure they’ve been conscripted into the undead army,” Stiles says faintly. Kiss him. Huh.

“Good to know,” Derek says, and then cups his hands around Stiles’s face.

Stiles holds his breath.

From the front of the house, Scott yells, “Stiles, just turn it off before we lose even more children!”

“Even more,” Derek says, eyebrows furrowed. “That’s…concerning.”

“Shut up,” Stiles says. He can feel his heart beating in his throat. “Do you want to kiss me or not?”

Derek’s expression goes strangely serious; the strategically placed spotlights make his eyebrows look like bat wings, and his mouth parts slightly to reveal the cutest bunny teeth known to mankind. It’s incongruous, especially when you factor in the level of hotness Derek exudes on a daily basis.

Stiles says, voice nearly a whisper, “I bet your chest is super hairy.”

“What?”

“Never mind, crap,” Stiles says, and then fists Derek’s tight white t-shirt and kisses him instead.

Vaguely, Stiles registers Liam yelling, “Onward, mighty steed!” a howling crash, and Scott’s pained, “Oh no,” but Derek has his hands wormed inside his giant foam shell, so he really can’t be assed about it.

Derek says, “Should we turn off the fog machine?” in between sucking bruises along Stiles’s throat.

Scott’s voice rises over the engulfing fog, “Stiles! Off!”

“Are you kidding me? That’s the only way we’re going to get out of here alive.” He tugs at the short hairs of Derek’s nape. “Let’s go make out in your graveyard.”

“We have leftover lasagna,” Derek says, threading his fingers through Stiles’s and then dragging him through the yard, deftly dodging skeletons and tiny screaming kids.

“I know what you’re trying to do here.” Stiles hooks his free hand into the back of Derek’s extremely tight pants as they sneak onto the open sidewalk. “You already admitted I won, big guy. You can’t beat me with reheated heaven.”

Stiles takes a deep bracing breath of clean air, fog clinging to their legs as they start to stagger across the street. In front of the Hale house, he grabs onto Derek’s wrists and walks backward to hitch his butt up against the fake cemetery wall surrounding the yard. He wraps his arms around Derek’s neck, forcing him to lean down into him, caged between his knees.

“Uh, Stiles?” Derek says, arms braced on either side of them.

The wall creaks ominously underneath him.

“This is styrofoam, isn’t it?” Stiles says, and then the wall rips in half and Stiles goes sprawling back on his ass, pulling Derek down with him.

*

Stiles wakes up to off-key warbling and the intoxicating smell of bacon and coffee. He stretches and groans. There’s a warm arm thrown over his middle, he can feel Derek smiling into his nape, scraping his skin with a truly astounding amount of stubble for having shaved the day before.

“Are you a yeti?” Stiles says, and Derek’s soft laughter rumbles all along his spine.

He says, “Erica’s making pancakes. Do you want bananas or chocolate chips?”

“The clear answer is both,” Stiles says. He flops around onto his back, struggling his way out of the blankets tangled over his legs, and then jabs a finger into Derek’s nose. “You’re still not winning.”

“Of course not,” Derek says, expression soft and fond. Stiles doesn’t trust the misty-eyed bastard for a second.

“I’ll have Scott make empanadas for you, don’t think I won’t!”

Derek nods solemnly and says, “We’d be honored.”

“This is some sort of fucked up werewolf crap, isn’t it?” Stiles asks, suspicious.

“Isaac says breakfast’s almost ready,” Derek says, tilting his head in an I’m listening to the cosmos way. “We should get dressed.”

“You didn’t answer.” Stiles sits up, watches Derek slip from the bed with a healthy appreciation for his bare ass. “Am I gonna have to start saving up for Christmas lights?”

“I don’t know,” Derek says with a grin, “depends on whether you think I found someone willing to rent me a reindeer.”

Stiles narrows his eyes, clambering out of the bed. “All right, Hale,” he says, just as Derek slips into the hall, laughing. “You’re going down.”

[perfectlyrose]

the slings and arrows of fate (2/?)

a remix of pull your little arrows out by @lesbidar​

Summary: Sometimes the soulmate system doesn’t work out the way it’s supposed to. That doesn’t mean you can’t fall in love and be happy though.

Pairing: Clara/Rose

Word Count: 1797 || Rating: K+

AO3 || tumblr

The night of the party, Rose covered her soulmark with bandages in a fit of paranoia. She wanted to see Clara again, but she didn’t want to make things awkward with the whole soulmate thing, especially didn’t want anyone to catch sight of the words glowing through her dress.

In the few days since the revelation of finding her soulmark, she’d done some reading on the internet and discovered that soulmarks only appeared somewhere other than the wrist when the soulmark didn’t match or wasn’t reciprocated. Rose had decided that she could still befriend Clara but she was certainly not going to put the burden of her unreciprocated soulmark on the grieving teacher.

Rose smoothed down her black dress, lingering over the place Clara’s words now lived. She took a deep breath and headed out of her flat to meet the car her parents had sent for her. Nerves were dancing in her stomach more than usual as she hoped that the teacher would actually come to the party. She’d warned Jackie that she’d invited Clara so that they could chat but hadn’t heard if she had RSVP’d or not.

Only one way to find out, she thought as the car pulled up to the mansion. Rose thanked the driver and then stepped out into the driveway. She let her fingers dance over her hip once more and then set off for the door at a quick clip. Her mum would certainly have something for her to do before the party started that could take her mind off of things.

Rose was halfway through her second glass of champagne when she saw Clara walk in the door. Her jaw about hit the floor as she took in the purple suit the teacher had donned for the occasion. Remembering that she was trying to be just friends with Clara had just become a hundred times more difficult.

Taking a deep breath, she snagged another glass of champagne and wove her way through the crowd to where Clara still lingered near the wall.

“Fancy a glass of bubbly, Miss Oswald?” Rose asked with a smile as she sidled up next to her.

Clara startled and then turned with a smile of her own. “I would, thanks. And it’s Clara, please. I start looking around for students when people call me Miss Oswald.”

“Clara then,” Rose said. She clinked her half empty glass against Clara’s. “Welcome to the party. Wasn’t sure if you were going to make it or not.”

“I did RSVP,” she said, wrinkle forming between her eyes after she took a sip of champagne.

“I’ve learned not to pester my mum for information when she’s planning an event so I just didn’t know,” Rose explained.

“Gotcha.” She flicked her eyes over Rose. “You look nice.”

“So do you,” Rose said, taking the opportunity to rake her eyes over the teacher again quickly.

“I think I tried on about six different outfits,” Clara confessed. “I didn’t actually know what was appropriate for this kind of thing.”

“Well, you nailed it. Putting everyone else to shame in that suit, really.” Rose snapped her mouth shut as she realized that she had already stepped into flirtatious territory. She took a hasty gulp of champagne to cover her slip.

“Thanks!”

They stood sipping their drinks for a moment in silence, watching the crowd of partygoers.

“So, it occurs to me now that I’m here that stealing the hostess of the party for a chat about her son’s progress at school probably isn’t the best etiquette,” Clara said.

Rose shrugged. “Mum always likes to slip away from everyone for a while anyways.” She shot a conspiratorial look towards Clara. “She says being around this many inflated egos gives her a headache.”

Clara laughed and Rose swore she felt the words on her hip tingle.

“So, what are you usually doing on a Saturday night when you’re not roped into attending fancy shindigs for impromptu parent meetings?”

“This is definitely a first,” Clara said with a laugh. Then her smile faded and Rose watched as the sadness crept back in. “Usually I’m just at home with a glass of wine and a book, honestly. Used to be more exciting but...”

She trailed off, eyes staring off into the distance. Rose knew she must be thinking about what her Saturday nights were like back when the words on her wrist still shone and her soulmate was alive and well.

“Sounds like most of my Saturday nights,” Rose said. “Although it’s usually wine and Netflix for me these days.”

“I think I always imagined the life of an heiress would be a bit more exciting,” Clara mused.

Rose shrugged. “Pretty much live the same as everyone else, just without the stress of worrying if I’ll be able to pay rent.”

“Pretty nice perk.”

“It is,” Rose agreed. “Grew up with that worry so I definitely appreciate not having it now.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Clara looked up at Rose with curiosity. She didn’t really know much about the Tyler family, despite them being fairly prominent in London. She’d kind of assumed Rose had grown up rich but that apparently wasn’t the case.

She fidgeted with the glass in her hand, unsure whether to push the conversation forward. Rose had let it drop when Clara froze at the innocent question of what she normally did on a weekend.

(She’d remembered getting up late to find Danny making breakfast after his morning run and all the times her tea went cold while he kissed her good morning. She’d remembered the date nights they’d spent in their flat with take out and candles and a movie and the times they’d gone out to dinner or just to walk around the park hand in hand.)

Being somewhere where most people were attached at the hip to their soulmates made the skin on her wrist itch, made her want to flee, but Rose felt like a rock in the middle of the stormy sea. She felt safe for some reason and Clara wasn’t going to question it too much.

“So,” she started, “do you have parties like this often?”

“No, thank god,” Rose answered with feeling, making a face. “I might do a runner if they tried to make me come to these things more than three or four times a year.”

“Allergic to all the egos?”

“Something like that,” Rose said. “It’s all just so… fake. Everyone stands around and talks about all their charity work while wearing clothes that cost more than most people make in a month and it is just frustrating.”

She winced as she seemed to take in her words, perhaps thinking she’d said too much. “It’s also generally boring as anything but that’s secondary.”

“Sounds like good reasons not to like the parties,” Clara said. “At least you get to dress up though.”

“That and the food are the high points for sure,” Rose agreed.

“You hiding the food from me?” Clara asked, raising her eyebrows.

Rose grinned, tension Clara hadn’t even really noticed draining from her face. “Come on, we can sneak into the kitchen and get some before it starts circulating.”

“Brilliant.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Jackie found them in the kitchen and took the opportunity to talk to Clara about Tony. Rose slipped out once they started talking, figuring Clara would find her when they were done.

Or not.

It wasn’t like Clara had any obligation to seek Rose out when there were other people to mingle with.

She pressed her fingers against her hip and then went to find another glass of champagne.

Rose was chatting with the wife of some Vitex board member when Clara walked up beside her and told her that she was needed elsewhere. They made it back to the kitchen and Clara just grinned at her while stealing another stuffed mushroom.

“You looked like you were going to fall asleep so I figured the least I could do was rescue you,” she explained.

Rose’s heart skipped a beat at the woman’s smile and she reached for a nibble herself.

Friends, she reminded herself. Just friends.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

They spent the rest of the party standing on the edges of the room talking quietly. Rose tried not to notice the amount of times Clara touched her wrist (twelve) or the way she’d go quiet and then abruptly switch to a new topic when something obviously hit too close to home (five).

By the time she hugged the teacher goodbye at the door, Rose had figured out that she was never going to be able to be just friends with Clara - not when her smile made her pulse race and she was already comparing her laugh to music. Still, she could be friends with her as long as she could keep this all a secret.

She could do that.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Back in her flat, Rose flopped on her bed in just the oversized t-shirt she wore to sleep in. Stripped of her glamorous armor and all the pretence of the night, she traced the softly glowing words on her hip.

Are you lonely?

Yes, Rose thought, closing her eyes as the ache in the middle of her chest threatened to swallow her whole. She’d deflected the question when Clara had asked it but here in her room with nothing but the darkness for company, she answered honestly. I’m lonely and might be falling in love with the soulmate who can never be mine.

How was that for a kick in the teeth? She’d spent all her life scorning the soulmate system only to find out that she actually wanted to have a soulmate, wanted to have that reciprocated connection instead of this one-way yearning.

She wanted to be Clara’s soulmate just like Clara was hers but it wasn’t to be.

Rose curled up in a ball, hugging her pillow and trying to will the emptiness away as she fought back tears.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Across town, Clara fought back a smile as she settled in for the night. The evening had been rocky, what with all the things that kept reminding her of Danny, but it had been wonderful as well. It had been a long time since she’d had such a good time and that was entirely down to one Rose Tyler who was nothing like she would have expected, just knowing she was the Vitex heiress. She was down to earth and kind and had a way of making people smile.

She also didn’t look at Clara with pity, even when she knew Rose must have caught a glimpse of her dead soulmark at some point.

Clara rather hoped she’d see her again soon. She reached across the bed and rested a hand on the side that had once been Danny’s and, for once, the sadness didn’t overwhelm her.

[xiumin-on-this-shit]

Two Bosses Ch 6

3rd Person

The boys just stand there, Luhan’s words just hanging there. What the hell is going on? Kai and Sehun both think to themselves. Their secretary, the baby girl, their Jimin is in some kind of relationship with their hyung. An idea they aren’t so fond of. They glare at the door Jimin and Xiumin had disappeared behind. Both boys look to Luhan, who is smirking while conversing with Kris and Lay. The rest of the guys were discussing amongst themselves on what the hell just happened as Tao tries and fails at explaining it.

They walk up to group of older boys, scowls on both of their faces, “What is going on between those two?” Sehun asks, trying to control his anger. The three older men give each cheeky smiles as if they have some massive secret.

“We already said, their friends.” Luhan says with a giggle.

“And lovers,” Kris adds in, amusement on his face.

“What?” The two boys yell in unison. They try and wrap their mind around that for a minute. Their infamous hyung, Xiumin, the playboy, is sleeping with their Jimin. They frown deeply.

Kai speaks first when the finally compose themselves, “She told us she didn’t have a boyfriend.”

Kris shrugs, “They aren’t dating, just sleeping together. The can sleep with who ever they want they just happen to usually pick each other.” Sehun and Kai look at each other, they see the jealousy on each others faces. Sure they both have slept around, but as of late they’ve been keeping to themselves. Kai almost killed Claira when he talked to her later that afternoon. He had stop talking to her, more focused on the pretty little dark skinned woman. Sehun had cut off most of his normal hookups also, keeping one or two for when Jimin drives his libido crazy and needs to blow off some steam.

It’s the only way he can keep himself from jump her little bones, he knows Kai feels the same and as much as it irritated him, he feels like he can share. If it’s the only way he can get her, he can definitely learn how to share.

 Jimin’s POV

Xiumin stumbles when I finally let him go, pushing him a little. He gives me a fake pout, faking hurt. “My love,” He whines, “Why so mean to your Oppa?”

“Because! What the hell? I can deal with the daddy stuff but don’t let them know I like them!” I whisper yell as I stomp my feet like a child throwing a tantrum.

He laughs, “You’re the one who wants in their pants, I’m just trying to help.”

“No you’re just making them jealous.”

“Yes, hopefully they’ll get so jealous they jump you out of horny jealousy.”

“Is that seriously your plan?” I stare at him dumbstruck.

“It seems to be working. Those boys couldn’t get their eyes off you, and their cute little glares at me!” He’s basically dying of laughter now.

“Oppa!” I whine this time. IT takes him a minute to regain his composer before he comes over to me and places a kind hand on my cheek. He stares down at me with affection as his thumb strokes my cheek.

“I’m just trying to help,” He says again, less playful more sweet. “I see the way you look at them, you really like them. I also saw the way they looked at you and protected you from me, they really like you, both of them. I just want you to be happy, so if I have you tease you a little bit to get them to finally go after you I’ll do it.”

“But what if they don’t like me?” I wonder out loud. My heart breaking at the thought.

“I’ll skin them alive, then we can runaway together and live happily ever after.” He places his hands on my cheeks and smiles sweetly, “Does that sound good?” I nod and giggle when he squeezes my cheeks. “So cute!”

“Thank you for being such and amazing oppa.”

“What kind of oppa would I be if I didn’t encourage you to have a threesome with my friends and your bosses?”

“This won’t affect our relationship right?” I ask nervously. Our relationship is weird to say the least. We’re best friends with benefits, no strings attached. Xiumin is a well known playboy who gets around and I’m sitting with only one mark on my board. Jealousy has never been an issue with this, not more than any other friendship. Xiumin can go out and do whatever to who ever he wants but we’ve never talked about me doing anything with anyone else because no one has ever caught my eye.

He smiles, “Our relationship will be as it always has been with or without sex involved. I can finally live without guilt of sleeping around! As much as I love that I’ve been your one and only, it about time you expand. I’m happy as long as you’re happy.” He kisses my cheek before hugging me tightly. We stand there for a moment just enjoying each others warmth. “Wanna bet on how long it takes them to sleep with you?”

And he ruined it.

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” He says with a completely straight face.

“Fine, I bet it takes a week.”

Xiu shakes his head, “I bet by the end of the day.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Those boys are going crazy with all of us around, they’re worried we’re going to steal you away. It’s only going to get worse now that they know we’re close. I bet as soon as we leave they’re going to mark their territory.”

God I hope so! “What are we betting?” I ask with a smirk.

“If I win,” He smirks back, “You come to my office so I can fuck you on my desk.”

“Alright, if I win, we stay at your house. I don’t know why you feel the need to sleep at my apartment when you have a mansion with maids and a chef.”

“Deal, kiss on it?”

I lean in and peck his lips before letting him go and wandering to the door. With my hand on the handle I look back at him, “Why haven’t we done that before?”

“What sex on my desk?” I nod, “Probably when ever you come to the office my god damn secretary won’t leave the room.” He pouts cutely. I laugh as I open the door but stop once I see all the eyes in the lobby are on me and Xiumin, who is grinning like a dumbass behind me.

Luhan and Kris are giving me a knowing smile while my bosses are next to them with scowls on their handsome faces. The rest of the crowd minus Tao are blushing like mad, unable to meet my eyes. I can only imagine what these guys told them we were doing.

“We didn’t hear anything,” Kris teases, “must be a bad day for you hyung.”

“We didn’t have sex!” I snap with my hands on my hips.

Everyone looks at Xiumin for conformation, “She’s telling the truth, we did not break in Sehun’s desk. I’m leaving that to him.” He sends Sehun a wink. As annoyed as I am with that comment, it’s worth it so see a deep blush spread across the baby’s face. “Alrighty!” Xiumin claps his hands together loudly, “Lets get some lunch!” Right, I almost forgot, that is the reason they are all here.

We all group around the elevator, Tao tries to get close to me but is pushed away by Sehun who is on my right. Kai is on my left not looking at me just standing there silently. I just stand there wrapping my bare arms around myself, my lack of a jacket issue coming back around. We all some how squeeze into the elevator, I’m sandwiched in between Kai and Sehun. The rest of the guys are talking causally about work or their personal lives. I want to pay attention for Taeyeon’s sake but I can’t focus on anything other than heat radiating off these two boys. The elevator stops and we unload into the bank of elevators. We pass by the reception desk, I stop for a second, greeting Yoona with a smile that she returns.

The guys stop and watch me, some with more focus than others. I bid her a farewell and join the large group of men in trench coats. Xiumin stares at me cocking his head to the side.

“Love,” He calls to me, “Where is your jacket?” We’re just about to the doors and he stops.

“I forgot it at home this morning.”

He smirks, “You silly girl, come here.” He waves me over. I take one step before Kai pulls me to him. Kai takes off his scarf and wraps it around my neck before unbuttoning his jacket and wrapping it around both of us.

“I got her, Hyung.” Kai says coldly. Xiu smirks bigger. We continue on, I’m surprised how well Kai walks we me in front of him. There’s a limo waiting for us; the boys climb in, Kai releases me to climb in. But only for a moment before he pulls me on to his lap and wraps his jacket around me again. I don’t complain. I’m enjoying his warmth and the feeling of his chest against my back. Sehun is sitting next to us, I watch his hands in his lap grip each other tighter. The ride to the restaurant is filled with laughter and fun. Kai rests his head on my shoulder, something I’m use to by now but for some reason it feels different.

Lunch was amazing. The guys are so close I found it heart warming. Kai and Sehun dropped their attitudes and joined in on the fun and teasing.  They got the spots next to me, Tao’s whining did nothing to faze them. I was happy that they fought to be next to me and that Xiu got the spot across from me. But through out the whole meal they didn’t stop touching me, much to my pleasure and insanity. Kai had his arm resting across the back of my chair, his fingers run up and down my arm soothingly. A comforting act that warmed me. But then there is Sehun and his obsession with my legs and his hand running up an down my thigh under the table. Not soothing nor comforting, just irritating.

When we were done and the bills paid, another fight that Xiumin won,  we pail back into the limo. Sehun gets to have me sit on his lap this time, leaving us in the exact same position as Kai and I were in. The limo drops Sehun, Kai and I at our building. I kiss Kris, Luhan, Lay, Tao, and Xiumin on the cheek and just wave to the rest as we get out. We watch as the limo pulls away from the curb, Sehun is wrapped around me as we walk into the building.

In the elevator is nothing but silence. We reach the top floor and the two automatically book it out and to their respective offices. Kai doesn’t even close his door when he goes in; I just hear him shuffling papers. Sehun stops before he goes into his, “Grab your purse and wait for us.”

I nod and reach around my desk to grab my purse. I stand there nervously, my mind racing with all the possible things I could be waiting for. Are they mad at me? Where are we going? Should I be scared, excited, or turned on? Because right now, I’m all three. Xiu’s words are ringing in my ears. Are they finally going to try something? God please!

“We’re done here,” Kai says as he comes out of his office, grabs my hand, and drags me to the elevator. Sehun barely makes it on before the door starts to close. I feel my heart beating a million times a minute and my muscles tighten. This is killing me, I can’t wait anymore; we’re only half way to the garage.

“Where are we going?” I ask the empty air.

“Be patient baby girl,” Kai says as he glares at the numbers counting down, as if it’s going to slow for him too. Sehun has his hands buried in his pockets and his foot is tapping endlessly, looking anywhere but at me. When we finally reach the garage I’m pulled out of the elevator and pushed into a car. It’s a nice car, my mind is too focused on Sehun, who slid in next to me in the back seat, to really admire it. Kai is glaring at him in the rear view mirror as he climbs into the driver’s seat. He whips out the parking space and speeds toward the exit.

I roll across the seat as Kai turns into traffic sending me on to Sehun’s lap. He looks down at me, his legendary bitch face sends a chill down my spine. I try to scoot back over, not enjoying the hard look he is giving me but his arms wrap around my waist. I try not to giggle when I feel his lower half poking my ass. Instead, I decide to tease him, is that bad? My hips grind down on to his hard member, giving me much needed friction. His moan fills the silent air as I grip the passenger’s seat in front of me and grind down harder. The sight of him behind me, his head hanging back, his lovely lips forming an O, is so amazing. My control over him doesn’t last long at all, he composes himself enough to tease me back. It’s my turn to moan when he starts bucking his hips.

“What the hell?” Kai growls as he runs through a red light. Sehun and I both blush as Sehun grips my hips with his hands to stop my movement.

“Sorry,” Sehun mumbles, “She started moving her hips and….”

“And you started without me, I thought we talked about this?”

I frown, “You talked about this?”

Kai grins at me in the rear view mirror, “We had to baby girl, we don’t want to ruin are friendship but neither one of us wants to give you up so that leaves us with one option, sharing.”

“You guys are going to share me? What does that even mean?”

“To be completely honest,” Sehun responds, “We don’t know. We’re just going to play this by ear, as long as you’re okay with it?” I see Kai’s eyes snap up and stare at me, while Sehun’s eyes are burning a hole in the back of my head. They hadn’t thought of if I would question it. But of course they didn’t, who would say no to these two? Some strong independent woman who would think twice about sleeping with her bosses; the woman I normally am but right now I’m needy and horny and they just look so freaking hot!

I finally after months of listening to my inner slut I let her talk, “I’m okay with anything as I it includes you both fucking me because I can barely wait.”

“Kai!” Sehun growls when I start grinding down on his again, “Either hurry up or we’re starting without you.”

“We’re finally fucking here!” Kai yells happily when he pulls into a curved drive way of a fancy building. He parks in front of the door, quickly jumping out and ripping my door open. He drags me into the building, not giving the valet even a glance; Sehun runs after us, not wanting to be left out. We get into one of the elevators as Sehun pulls out a key and slides it into a little keyhole next to the PH button. As soon as the door closes Kai is on me. His lips are soft but his technique is anything but. I gasp when he bites my bottom lip, giving him access to my mouth. His hot tongue enters my cavern, exploring every centimeter as if he wants to memorize it.  I moan when his hands are on my ass, without any hesitation I wrap my legs around his waist and suddenly we’re up against the wall.

“What happened to not starting without each other?” Sehun snaps and I’m brought back to reality. I pull away and lock eyes with Kia’s intense gaze.

“Sorry,” I mumble as I untangle my legs from Kai and drop back to the ground. We shuffle out of the elevator into a massive penthouse. Floor to ceiling windows give me a perfect view of the city from so high up. I’m so in love with the view, I forget my horniness for a minute and rush down the three steps into the living room and up to the window. I’ve always wanted a view like this.

“Did you forget about us?” Sehun teases as his arms wrap around my waist. I feel his manhood pressed against me and I grin.

“Sorry,” I mumble once again, I take my hands off the window and turn around in his embrace.

“No need to be sorry baby girl, it was cute,” Kai comes over to us.

“I have the same view in my bedroom,” Sehun whispers in my ear. “Do you want me to show you?” I nod, biting my lips as both men grab my hands and lead me down a the hall to a set of double doors. “Are you ready baby?”

Kai warns me, “This is your last time to back out, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself once we really start.”

All I can say is, “Good.”

[maylovexhs]

GUILTY(H.S) - CHAPTER 3

this is a long long chapter. it’s worth it though.

“I can’t believe I popped! I look fat” I said going down the steps of the private plane.

I wasn’t really wearing anything flashy. I had my hair up in a bun and was wearing a grey jumpsuit. My growing bump was visible to everyone and so was my acne. Pregnancy made me a bit insecure, as I expected. But LA made me feel more insecure. I didn’t want to be in LA. The only reason I  came back was to finalize the selling of my soon to be old mansion. I used to love Los Angeles. Truly, I did. What better to be woken up by the sun in your face and getting to be in pool water for the rest of the day? Now, I see Los Angeles as an old friend. Only returning when it was necessary. I didn’t hate the city. Just the history I had with it. 

Dex, on the other hand, was tied to it. He grew up here with his sister, Dahlia. Ironically, both twins. Their father, Frank Ulrich, moved here from Washington in hopes to become a lawyer. He would often visit the local diner near his college whether it was for food, a place to study, or to see his favorite waitress. Yes, the part time waitress who would only talk to him every time she had a break. She was the only one who could get Frank to open up. Years later, Frank ended up marrying her and she ended up taking the new name of Mrs. Melissa Ulrich. They welcomed Dahlia and Dexter some time after. Dex and Dahlia seemed to have a great childhood until the age of fourteen. Their parents filed for divorce that year. 

There was not much left to say after that, according to what Dex told me. His mom moved on and remarried someone else. She and her new husband, Ronald, come to visit Dex and I regularly. Dahlia visits every once in a blue. As for Frank, he has always been a workaholic to ever get into a serious relationship or to visit us. Dex doesn’t talk much to his father anymore. Dex was more attached to his mother rather than his father as a child. In fact, he never bonded with Frank. The divorce made everything more intense for Dex. Dex didn’t tell me anything more about his father. I respected his decision and I didn’t question him about it afterwards. I guess that why Dex and I got on so well. We both have father issues. Talking about it actually brought us closer together. We became each other’s person to talk to whenever something was wrong. Trust is what our relationship is all about. 

“Well every pregnancy is different Mel. And you look beautiful, pumpkin” Dex said, helping me step down to the ground. 

I snapped back from my thoughts to reality.

“I feel like a pumpkin though” I frowned.

“It doesn’t matter what you look like. The only people who know you are here are the realtors and Dexter’s family” Victoria said behind me. 

“You might be wrong about that. Look at the airport’s windows” Dex said referring to the paparazzi taking pictures of us through the windows.

“Great. Can’t wait to see myself plastered everywhere tomorrow” I said with clear sarcasm.

“Let’s get out of here” Victoria said.

We walked to the Range Rover. Dex opened the door for me and helped me in. Victoria hopped in from the other side of the car. Dex sighed sitting next to me after putting our suitcases in the trunk. I was sat in the middle of Vic and Dex. 

“Well since the whole world knows your here now. What are your plans. Are you expected anywhere that I don’t know yet of?” Victoria asked once the car started moving. 

“I have none actually, except the realtor. How long do we have to be in LA for again?” I asked her. I was going to count the rest of my time left here at Dex’s house.

“If everything goes as planned with your mansion being sold, I say in two days. If there’s a problem with information, probably a week” She answered. 

“God, I hope not. I can’t even stand being here for a day. This place is full of gossip. New York at least have people who mind their own business when they need to” I complained.

“We all know, Amelia. You said that a million times already” Dex said, readjusting his sunglasses to the top of his head. 

I scanned down Dex’s body. His travel style made no sense to me sometimes, especially today. Why would a person ever wear jeans at the airport? Don’t people want to be comfortable when they are in a small space? Victoria’s outfit I had no problem with. Her blue dress with stockings seemed easy to move around in. Her phone buzzed with texts when I looked at her. They were probably news people confirming that I was back. I looked back to Dex who was on his phone.

“How about you Dex?” I asked. “Anything else you are trying to avoid telling me?" 

He looked up from his phone and to me. 

"Are you ever going to forget about the Harry thing?" 

"I did. I didn’t forget the part where you were being dishonest with me.” I raised my eyebrow at him. “Are you going to change that?”

Dex sighed.

“And I am. I’m going to a concert tonight”

“Alone?” Victoria asked, interrupting us.

“How does this concern you?” Dex asked. He likes his privacy a little more than I do.

“Anything that concerns Amelia concerns me”

“So if her and me have sex tonight, does that concern you?" 

"Dex!” I yelled in shock.

“What? It’s a logical question” He defended.

“Only if you tape it and send it to TMZ” Victoria snapped back at him.

She went back to her phone. Dex and I were in disbelief. This was as random and unusual as seeing a bear juggling. I’ve never seen this side of Victoria despite her being my manager for four years. Victoria always behaved with everyone as if they were in a business meeting. Over the years she softened bit by bit but she somehow always remained in a strict manner. I, of course, didn’t judge her. She was raised this way. She’s an only child. Her parents divorced a year after she was born. Being the only child holds special privileges as well as burdens. Her mother drove her to be cautious while her father wanted her to succeed. Both adding more pressure on Victoria to almost like a prodigy. What she said now is not something you would expect from a prodigy. 

“Did she. . just-”

“Say that?” I said finishing Dex’s question.

She looked up at us. 

“What? It’s a logical answer” She responded. 

Dex crossed his arms. “Touché”

“Finally back” Dex said unlocking the door to his house. 

We walked in. I noticed a wine stain on the white carpet immediately.

 "I see someone has been lending his house to more people now?“

"Only friends. I swear” Dex said taking our luggage inside. 

He settled it down next to the staircase. I smiled looking down. Dex’s generous and friendly nature is what made him so attractive to others and lovable to me. I remember the first day I started catching feelings for him. It was the day where he and I had to do a rain scene outside. The fact that day was extremely cold made the situation much worse. I was freezing, almost shivering. He noticed and tried to distract me. He gave me his coat when I already had one on. Despite his efforts I still ended up with a cold. I was going through a post breakup during that time where I spent most of the time in rage. Dex somewhat changed that for me. 

“You okay Mel?” Dex asked seeing I was having a moment.

I nodded before kissing him. I cupped my hands around his neck.

 "So …what should we do for the rest of the day? Watch a movie?“ I said kissing him. "Play scrabble?” I kissed him again. “Sex?” Another kiss.

“Actually” Dex somehow said in between my kisses.

I pulled away from him.

 "As much as I would like to do all those things with you" His hands snaked around my hips. “I have a concert to go to”

“This early? It’s only four and plus my hormones are making me extra needy today” I pouted.

 "I know that. He wants to hang out before the show" Dex let go of me.

 "He? A singer? Is it something I should know?“

"It’s nothing you should worry about.I have to go. I’ll see you soon” Dex cupped my hand, kissing it.

“Soon"I said.

He let go of my hand, heading out. I heard the door close behind me. I sighed. I sat down on a step. 

"What to do with the rest of the day?” I was thinking out loud. “Of course, we could unpack. But what after?” I said sliding my hands over my belly.

 I took off my shoes and placed them next to the door. I entered the living room. I noticed that some vinyl records were left on the floor. They must have fallen. I squatted down picking it up. I browsed through the items. Fleetwood Mac. David Bowie. . Elvis Presley…Harry Styles? What the? Why the hell did Dex have this here? I knew Harry has released his first solo album and that it done very well, I just didn’t expect Dex have a copy. But then again, what else could expect. Harry always seemed to find a way back into my life, one way or another. Apparently, through a vinyl now. 

I looked at the back of the vinyl case. I skimmed through the track lists. I listened to two of these songs. Victoria told me that there was definitely a song about me on it and did everything in her power to stop me from listening to it. To her, it was better that I heard nothing so I can’t say nothing, especially if the press asks about it.The funny thing is she really had nothing to worry about. Our relationship was kept secret. Only family and our managers knew. The probably that one of us was going to tell the truth was unlikely. Harry and I shared a high importance for privacy. Our relationship wasn’t the best. It was immature and two years ago. We both changed, especially me. I’m pregnant. No one ever saw that coming. I took the record out of the package, I placed the record in the record player that sat on the living room table. I know I should take Victoria’s advice, but I’m mature now. Plus, I deserve an explanation on him or his album. 

The first song started to play. A faint 1,2,3,4 was heard. The house was filled with echoes of a guitar strumming. 

Meet me in the hallway

I heard walking into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks. I was taken by surprise. I forgotten how soft yet deep his voice was when he sang. He repeated the words again. I was still adjusting to his voice. 

I just left your bedroom … Give me some morphine

So far so good. Doesn’t seem like he’s singing about me yet. I opened the kitchen’s cabinets and made myself a cup of tea as the song kept playing. The tone became a little bit upbeat as it reached the chorus. It’s not a bad song. Actually very mature. From what I hear, it’s about Kendall Jenner. Hallways were their thing. He and her were like toxic drugs to each other. I always acted passive aggressive whenever he brought her up in our conversations. I believed that he could do better. 

Sign of the times followed which I already heard on the radio. It’s an emotional song and I do have to admit he pulls off the high notes in it. I opened my suitcase on the floor when Carolina started playing. It has a groove to it. This song was definitely not about me. I have family in New York. I don’t like books. I met Harry more than once. I started to unpack my suitcase, going up and down the stairs carrying clothes. My second time going down, Two Ghosts were playing. You would have to be death to not know who this song was about. 

Same lips red, same eyes blue. Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

This has Taylor Swift written all over it. It’s like the male version of her song ‘Style’. I took a break from unpacking when Sweet Creature began to play. I sat down on the couch listening to the lyrics. 

Sweet creature, Had another talk about where it’s going wrong, but we’re still young, we don’t know where we are going, but we know where we belong

So far, this is sweet. I took a sip of my tea that sat next to the record player. 

And ohhh, we started two hearts in one home, it’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn I know

I almost choked on my tea. Thank god, I didn’t. Is this song about me? It sounds like he singing about us before we were in a relationship. Harry would often stay at my place whenever he was in town and each time we would always end up fighting a few days after. Looking back on it now it was stupid. We were both so young and immature. I would always be passive aggressive whenever he did things that pissed me off. He hated when I acted like that. He believed that if you have a problem, you should just cut to the chase and tell him. It was ironic that he said that since he did the opposite. The fact that we were both stubborn made the situation more complex. But somehow, we always found a way to forgive each other. Whatever, it was giving each other space or showing up at each other’s doors after a long time of not speaking. It’s not like that now. I’m not going to let him walk into my life and forgive him. Especially after what he did. 

I stayed on the couch until the song finished. I was forced to sit there and listen. I was paralyzed with past memories running in my head as he continued to sing. I felt like my heart was dropping. As much as he sung that I brought him home and how melancholy his voice was, my decision stood still. I won’t let him or anyone affect it.

I rose from the couch. Suddenly, I thought I was entering heaven. Well  at least that what it sounded. I picked up the vinyl case and looked at its track list. Only Angel. It sounds perfect title for the-. I jumped when I heard loud drums. I guess this is a rock song. I went upstairs into the bedroom, the loud music following me. I began to put away the clothes that laid on Dex’s bed into drawers. Lyrics such as 'couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short’ and 'end up meeting in the hallway every single time’ pointed that this was another song about Kendall Jenner. Kiwi was too a rock song, with the sound of an electric guitar blasting throughout the house. I really don’t know who the song was about. The lyrics 'I’m having your baby’ didn’t help either. I was done packing in the middle of Ever Since New York. To be honest, it doesn’t sound like he’s singing about anyone and if it was my guess is it’s Taylor. Woman played moments later. I heard the opening la la’s as I went down the stairs. I took my cup of barely left tea and went back to the kitchen. 

He was jealous in this song. Not wanting someone to be with another. That’s the definition of jealousy. But who the hell was he jealous of? It doesn’t matter. It somehow brought me satisfaction that he can’t have what he wanted. I put the cup in the sink and sat on the couch again. There were ten songs on the album and I listened to eight or nine so far, I think.

Guitar strumming was heard again. The opening lyrics hinted it was a break up song.

We haven’t spoke since you went away. Comfortable silence is so overrated. Why won’t you ever be the first one to break?

It hit me. The memories. No, not memories. The feelings that came along with them. The feelings I felt after I stopped talking to Harry. I forced myself to stay away from him. It was better to stay away and suffer in silence rather than be with him and pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t. I couldn’t go back as much as I wanted to. As much as my heart ached to even when I saw him kissing her on that yacht. As much as my liver told me to stop drinking those nights after when it was the only thing that made me forget about him. I couldn’t stop and go back because it’s wasn’t right. And it will never be right. Nothing will ever be right between us. 

I saw your friend that you know from work. He said you feel just fine. I see you gave him my old t-shirt. More of what was once mine

Dex? He knew about Dex. He knew about him before he met him. It all made sense to me. There was a reason why Harry came to New York. A reason why he was so nice to Dex. A reason why he sent me those tulips. I felt my eyes begin to water.

Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too. Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too. Maybe one day you’ll call me sand tell me that you’re sorry too.

.But you, never do. 

Woke up the girl who looked just like you. I almost said your name.

We haven’t spoken since you went away. Comfortable silence is overrated. Why won’t you ever be the first one to break? Even my phone misses your call. By the way

I felt tears fall down my face. I’m crying. Why am I crying?

I don’t know how I ended up in my bed. I don’t know how I ended up crying yesterday. I forgot everything that happened after that.

I felt someone’s arm around my hips. I turned around in bed. It was Dex, dressed in what he left in yesterday. He looked worn out, dark circles under his eyes. I looked at the clock that hanged on the wall. 

8:14 AM. 

I have to meet with the realtor at 11 today. I turned around again and moved Dex’s arm. I stood up from the bed and looked in the mirror. I was in Dex’s t-shirt, nothing but underwear underneath. Hmmm, at least I’m not naked.I walked out the bedroom and went downstairs. I was expecting a mess when I saw the living room but there wasn’t. Normally, whenever Dex had guests over, there would be pillows on on the floor and unfolded blankets. Did he even have guests over? I remember hearing noise in the middle of the night downstairs. Everything else except that was a blur. It was probably a part of some realistic dream then.

 I went to the kitchen. I opened the top cabinet above the sink and reached for a cup. I heard a door close in the house. Must be Dex. Probably saw that I woke up. He’s a light sleeper anyways. I turned on the kettle and put a tea bag in the cup. I hummed a little bit as I heard footsteps getting louder as they approached me. I liked my mornings quiet. There was a peace and sincerity that came with it. This morning was different though. It was quiet but there was something off. I felt like someone was watching me. It has to be my hormones, I thought to myself. My intuition has been all over the place recently.

“'Melia?" 

Nope, it was my intuition. I felt my heart almost drop when I heard a familiar British accent say that behind me. There’s only one person who pronounced my name like that. It can’t be. Can it?I turned around. 

It’s him.

H.

Authors note: Previous chapters can be found here https://maylovexxx.tumblr.com/post/164991761564/masterlist