#was going to wait until the card was released on EN to toss this up but... what is patience
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Sir, you are not "just kidding," you are soft-pitching this idea to see if anyone thinks it's weird or if you can actually get away with it. Just embrace the idea of having a baker's bandolier.
[Translation for Trey's Club Wear voice line found here.]
#trey clover#trey clover fanart#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland fanart#twst science club#es02 art#was going to wait until the card was released on EN to toss this up but... what is patience
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A Welcome Break
Warnings: Unprotected sex
Kinks: Cockwarming, creampie, anal (if you wanna picture it that way), filling/breeding, oral
Characters: Damien x GN Reader
Words: 2,188
Author’s Note: @moriimae I live to please.
Damien’s office was dark, despite the bright, chilly autumn day outside. The curtains were drawn and the ceiling light was cold. The only lights he had on were his desk lamp and the standing lamp beside his bookcases. You weren’t surprised by the dim lighting when you quietly pushed his door open and stepped inside; Damien always worked better in the dark.
“Still working?” you asked as you closed the heavy door behind you and made your way toward him.
“Still working,” he sighed.
You leaned back against the edge of the desk beside him and brought a hand up to card your fingers through his soft hair.
“You should take a break,” you offered, hopeful that he wouldn’t scold you for trying to tell him what he should do.
“I can’t, darling. I have to get these papers finished and to the courthouse before dinner.”
You hummed and thought a moment.
“I could bring you some more coffee? Or maybe give you a massage while you work?”
He sighed, then closed his eyes, and his resolve melted away. He leaned back in his chair with a creak of old old bolts and hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you in front of him.
“I have to keep working,” he repeated as he opened his eyes and gazed up at you with a mischievous smirk. “But you can at least help make it less terrible.”
You smirked. You knew exactly what he was thinking, you were thinking it too, but you were never so bold as to make the first move. You would wait for him to tell you what to do, like always.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Pants off, darling,” he ordered as he reached for his belt and undid the clasp with deft hands.
You pulled down your zipper, then hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your jeans and underwear and pulled them down, shimmying them down your legs to pool on the floor. You stepped out of them and nudged them aside with your bare foot, watching with dark eyes as Damien reached into his black slacks and pulled out his heavy cock. You nearly drooled at the sight of it.
“Do I need to get you ready, sir?” you asked sweetly, standing before him with your hands behind your back so that he could see everything.
“No,” he chuckles. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already somewhat hard.”
“Stress will do that,” you smiled.
“So will thoughts of you,” he winked in return.
You dropped your gaze to the floor, too embarrassed to make eye contact, and then gestured to his top desk drawer. “May I?” you asked softly.
“Be my guest.”
He relaxed back, his legs open to tease you with the sight of his manhood, and his arms on the chair’s armrests either side of him as you pulled the ornately carved drawer open and reached inside. The lube was in the back, tucked away for moments just like this. You retrieved it, closed the drawer, squirted an ample amount of the cool gel into your hand, and then closed the bottle and set it aside. Your face heated up as you reached for him, and you bit your bottom lip when his cock twitched in response to your touch. Slowly, you slathered his length in lube, using the opportunity to give him a nice massage as well so that he was hard enough to slide inside of you easily.
“Go rinse your hand off,” he ordered with a gentle nudge to your hip, and you scurried to obey.
You returned once your hand was no longer sticky, and took your place in front of him once more to wait patiently for the next instruction.
“Face me today. That’ll be easier for me to keep working.”
“Yes, sir.”
He flipped up the armrests on his chair so that they weren’t in the way, then opened his arms, silently ordering you forward. You stepped close and leaned down. He gave you a quick, mischievous peck on the lips as you placed your hands on his shoulders, and you squeaked in return, your growing grin entirely unintentional. You straddled him, and he reached between his legs to line his cock up with your entrance, then placed a warm hand on your hip. You bent your knees and clenched involuntarily when his cockhead pressed against you.
“Go on,” he urged, and you sunk down onto him, taking him deep with a shudder.
“Get comfy.”
You swallowed hard, then nodded and shifted your hips, bringing your legs up to hook around his back, setting comfortably in the gap between his lower back and his chair. You whined and buried your face in the crook of his neck as you wrapped your arms around him. With each movement, his cock brushed against all the best places inside of you, and he groaned as you clenched around him. A quick kiss to your cheek, and he returned the armrests to their original positions, then scooted his chair back into his desk.
“No moving,” he ordered, and you responded with a quiet, ‘yes sir’.
He was hot inside of you, and growing harder by the second as blood engorged his already large cock to fill and stretch you perfectly. Occasionally, it would twitch as he worked, and you had to do everything in your power to sit still, despite how desperate you were for more friction. If not for the occasional throbbing of muscles, the sound of his fountain pen scratching away on paper would have lulled you to sleep.
Perhaps it did, because in what seemed like only moments later - far too soon for your liking - you caught the sound of his pen hitting the wood of the desk as he set it down, and then he sighed and there were hands on your back, rubbing gently.
“Still awake?” he asked, and you could hear his smile.
“Mmhmm.”
You wanted to sit up and look at him, but you hadn’t been told you could move yet.
“I’m finished for now, and you’ve been so very good. You deserve a reward for behaving so well for me. Run into the bathroom and grab a towel to clean me off, then you can take me in your mouth.”
You sat up with a grin, forcing his cock to shift inside of you, and you both groaned in response. Slowly, you unwound your numb legs from around him and managed to find the strength to rise. His cock slid free and you buckled forward at the friction. He chuckled and helped you stand, then rubbed your hip gently before you stepped away and hobbled slowly to the bathroom.
You returned with a warm, damp towel and got to work gently cleaning the lube off of his length. When he was satisfied, he took the towel from you and tossed it messily onto his desk, then wrapped his fingers around your wrist.
“On your knees,” he ordered with a tug.
You obeyed, always silently grateful for the large plush area rug that was there specifically to save your knees. He relaxed back, gazing down at you with loving brown eyes.
“You know what to do.”
You leaned forward, pressed your tongue to the base of his cock, and then flattened it to lick a long line upward, following the thick vein beneath. When you reached his cockhead, you wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue over the slit there, then dipped your head and took him deep. He hissed when his head hit the back of your throat and sucked in a deep breath as his cock throbbed in your mouth.
“There’s a good kitten,” he breathed.
You hollowed your cheeks and began bobbing your head, moving rhythmically. Your lips, cheeks, tongue, and throat all worked in tandem to massage his cock in an effort to bring him to the edge while your hand fondled his balls. You knew he was really starting to enjoy it when he tangled his hands in your hair. His chest heaved, his pupils were lust-blown, and he was so hot and heavy in your mouth, ready to explode.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. It opened before Damien had a chance to invite them in.
“Sir, I’m sorry for the interruption, but this is important-”
“Whatever it is, it can wait. Out.”
“But, sir-”
“OUT!”
His assistant, Stewart, left in a hustle. You loved it when Damien used his boss voice, not only on you, but on others as well. He was always so soft with people, it was a nice reminder of just how hard he can be, in all the best ways.
His cock never left your mouth, and with how it was twitching and throbbing in your throat, it was obvious that the intrusion hadn’t bothered him one bit. He tugged on your hair.
“That’s enough. Off.”
You released him with a pop, and he used his finger to break the string of saliva that trailed from your lips to his cock, then hooked that same finger beneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“Up.”
His pupils were blown, dark eyes glinting with something predatory. You rose to your feet, with a little bit of assistance from him, and stood before him once more.
“Turn around. Bend over the desk.”
He rose from his chair, and you got to see his length bob and stand erect before you turned around. You must have been too slow, however, as he pressed his palm between your shoulder blades and shoved you forward. You crossed your arms and rested your chin on them, then spread your legs.
“Good pet,” he purred, and you heard the bottle of lube pop open.
Then, he was pushing into you once more. He started slow, burying himself deep with each thrust, then began to pick up speed and force, until he was pounding into you relentlessly.
“Da-a-a-mi-en…” you panted, a syllable for each buck of his hips.
He breathed heavily behind you and his fingers dug into the plump flesh of your hips.
“God, you feel incredible,” he breathed. “So soft and warm… and always so obedient for me. My perfect little slut.”
You whined, a high pitched noise that escaped your throat without your permission. Damien chuckled.
“That’s it, pet. Whine for me.”
“Damien… Oh fuck, Damien…”
You reached behind you and wound your fingers around his wrist, your nails leaving half-moon indentations in his skin. The fire in your stomach was roaring, the spring tightening, tightening, tightening, every time his cockhead slammed against your pressure points. His girth filled you so perfectly, just the right size to stretch you comfortably while the prominent veins throughout rubbed against your walls, massaging your insides.
“Damien, I’m gonna-”
“Come for me, pet.”
You buckled forward, but his strong hands holding you steady prevented you from escaping him. You clenched around him as you came, shockwaves of ecstasy shooting through your body, blinding you. He fucked you hard through your orgasm, drawing it out, increasing the pleasure. You were still cumming as his hips began to falter, and only a few moments later, he groaned and pushed hard into you, bottoming out to empty himself as deep as he could. He laid on top of you and brought his hands up, one to curl in your hair and the other to force its fingers into your mouth.
You went limp beneath him, your lips closing subconsciously around his fingers to suck. Your eyes rolled back as you relished the sensation of being flooded with his seed. It was hot inside of you, and your stomach began to feel heavy as he filled you, coating your walls in white. All too soon, his cock stopped throbbing, and you whined as he pulled his fingers free of your mouth and pushed himself to his feet.
“Hush, kitten,” he ordered softly as he slowly pulled out of you. You clenched around nothing, desperate to hold his cum inside of you, unwilling to let any of it leak out.
“Can you stand, love? We need to get cleaned up.”
You whined unhappily, but managed to make yourself rise nonetheless.
“I wanna keep it inside of me,” you mumbled as you turned to face him with a pout.
He brought his hand up to gently caress your cheek, a soft smile on his lips.
“I know. How about this… we’ll clean up now, and then tonight before bed, I’ll fill you again and you can sleep with cock and my seed inside of you.”
You grinned and nodded. “Yes please!”
“Good. Now, what do we say after we’ve been fucked?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“That’s my good pet.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You opened your mouth, a silent invitation for him to force his tongue down your throat, but he didn’t. You whined as he pulled away and he chuckled again. He gave you a gentle push toward the bathroom.
“Come on. Time to get cleaned up.”
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[CN] Victor’s Encounter Date (Eng Translation)
🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒
Edit: This date has been released in EN!
The date begins with MC in her office at 11pm, preparing Victor’s “big surprise”
Over the past two weeks, she has been sending Victor small gifts to express her gratitude for his help in getting her a smooth interview with Mr Sheng, a real estate tycoon
While she’s in the office, Victor calls her regarding the puppy apron he received
Overall, he would give brief comments on these gifts. He would only say a word of thanks when he occasionally comes across a gift which suits his tastes.
As for the puppy apron I sent today...
Before I can continue asking him about the apron, Victor has already changed the topic.
Victor: If you’re willing to spend all your time on official business, you wouldn’t need to stay up every day... work is never-ending. It’s about time to go home and rest.
MC: Eh?
How does he know that I haven’t returned home to rest yet?
I hastily look out the window. A black car is stationary under the streetlamp. Even though I can’t see the car plate clearly, my instincts tell me that it’s Victor.
MC: Why are you here?
Victor: I was just passing by.
Really...
Victor: Come down. I’ll send you home.
MC: Okay! I’ll pack my things and head down.
Victor: There doesn’t seem to be a big proposal recently. Why do you have to stay till so late?
My heart rattles, and I hurriedly find a reason to get by.
MC: Maybe my mood hasn’t been good recently, so I’m always not in the zone when doing work.
I thought Victor would respond to my words with taunting remarks. Instead his tone slows down, revealing his certainty in me.
Victor: The interview you did with Mr Sheng wasn’t bad. There’s no need to be too impatient, or give yourself too much stress. The accumulation of work always requires time.
Just before I turn the lights off, I toss another glance at the present on the table. Even though he can’t see my expression, I can’t help but smile and nod.
MC: All right.
~
The next day, Mr Sheng sends her an invitation to a club to meet some of his friends in the industry, mentioning that MC’s interviews have had a positive effect on his company’s reputation
She agrees because it’s an opportunity to expand her network
When she arrives at the club, Victor happens to be there too
Mr Sheng receives a phone call and leaves Victor and MC alone
Victor doesn’t let her drink alcohol, and orders her a glass of warm water instead:
Noticing me look longingly at the beautifully coloured tequila sunrise in his hand, he puts a small red paper umbrella into my cup.
Later on, MC finds herself with nothing to do, so Victor stuffs a cue stick into her hand and suggests they have a game of billiards
MC suggests that if she wins, he has to pass her proposal
She had spent two months on the proposal, but Victor had put it down, saying that it's overly risky
MC: Don’t underestimate me! I’ve won second place in my school’s billiards competition.
While I was prepared for his taunting remarks, Victor grows silent instead.
His interest seems to be piqued, and he sits sideways on the billiard table.
Victor: You’ve left the nest?
He chalks the tip of the cue stick slowly. Seeing that I didn’t say a word, he lifts his eyes towards me, as though genuinely wanting to know my answer to this question.
Actually...
These types of situations happen from time to time. After all, no one wants the proposals they’ve worked hard on to be rejected.
As long as Victor doesn’t completely reject the proposal, I’ll keep on striving.
Come to think of it, this seems to be the first time he has commented on my efforts to keep striving.
Victor: All right. We’ll have one round.
Without waiting for my response, he has already made a decision. His low voice has a hint of joy in it.
I hold my breath and find the most comfortable angle to strike the ball. The colourful balls crash and collide, and one of them rolls in a straight line to the lower right corner--
MC: Yes!
Victor looks at the colourful ball as it rolls into the bag. His brows are raised slightly, and he is clearly surprised.
Victor: No wonder you dared to challenge me today.
MC: The stereotype you have of me is too deep. I’m not really a dummy!
Victor: A dummy’s luck just tends to be better.
My desire to win is ignited. No matter what, I’m going to fight back against his ridicule.
MC: Watch carefully - this is skill, not luck!
Victor leans at the corner of the billiard table, his arms folded. It’s as though he is intrigued, and has an expression which says that he’s going to continue appreciating my “performance”.
My cue stick moves forward, and the white ball leaves my corner, colliding firmly against a bunch of colourful pool balls, and then gets hit into the diagonal bottom pocket...
At the very same moment, I can clearly hear Victor’s chuckle.
Victor: Mm, your skills are not bad.
MC: There’s no need to be too happy. It’s 1 against 0. I’m in the lead.
Victor takes two steps forward. He retrieves the white ball from the bag, gets into position, and leans down slowly.
He isn’t anxious to enter the game at all. He adjusts the angle several times before lifting his head to look at me.
Victor: If you lose, you’re not allowed to cry.
MC: Are you treating me like a child?
Right after the words leave my mouth, the two balls that are hit roll outwards with a “ping”. One rolls into the middle bag, and one rolls into the bottom bag.
At the same time, he stands in position without a hint of hesitation, and strikes. The “ping ping” sounds of impact reverberate continuously in the room--
I lean against the wall nervously, “appreciating” how Victor makes shot after shot, striking the balls into the hole.
His calm expression and skilful techniques completely strip the game of suspense.
He stops his movements and looks at the watch on his wrist. He straightens up and arches an eyebrow towards me slightly.
Victor: Do you still want to continue?
MC: Of course we’ll continue...
My words lack confidence, but I’m someone whose resolve will not die until I reach my goal...
Victor: Don’t waste time. Let’s set new rules. The one who gets the black ball in first wins.
Victor lets MC go first, but she starts feeling nervous
Victor: Want to admit defeat?
MC: Not at all...
After a pause, I say what’s in my heart.
MC: I can’t win against you.
Suddenly, a familiar scent surrounds me.
Victor leans over, pressing himself against my back, holding my cue stick with both hands.
The cue stick controlled by Victor strikes the white ball cleanly. After a crisp sound of impact, the black ball rolls straight into the middle bag.
Victor: Congratulations, your proposal has passed.
Victor’s low voice is at my ear, tinged with a smile.
Not knowing if I should be happy or not, I mutter softly.
MC: This can hardly be called winning...
Victor: I didn’t say that you won. I already passed your proposal last night. You didn’t check your e-mail after work.
Victor’s breath descends on the side of my neck, bringing with it a ticklish residual heat and water vapour. His embrace limits my movements, and my line of sight is confined to the frizz on the billiard table.
MC: ...
Victor: This round of creativity is indeed very risky. If you lose against the market-
MC: I will win!
Without waiting for him to finish, I cut him off.
MC: If it fails, I’ll double this year’s revenue!
I express my attitude decisively. Victor suddenly lowers his head and leans even closer.
The sudden closing of distance magnifies every small detail between us. I can smell his cool and clear scent, and hear every one of his steady breaths.
Victor: I’ll wait and see.
Victor’s body temperature seeps through his thin shirt, covering my slightly trembling back.
Flustered, I try to turn around. Just as I turn my head, my cheek is pressed against his chin.
At this moment, the doors are suddenly flung open. Mr Sheng and a group of others are chatting heartily and about to enter the room. Seeing Victor and I, they pause.
Realising in shock that the position Victor and I are in appears too intimate, I hurriedly squirm out from under his arm, and stand at a corner silently.
On the other hand, Victor calmly straightens up, looking straight at the audience.
Mr Sheng gives me a knowing smile. There’s even a bit of unexpected fondness in his eyes...
Mr Sheng: CEO Victor, I was going to introduce you to two friends who just returned from Wall Street.
Victor retrieves his business card from his pocket, and a small hairpin falls onto the ground.
It’s a red hairpin with a small bowknot on it. There are even two coloured diamonds embedded on the bowknot...
Everyone’s attention is focused on the hairpin.
At that moment, a sentence flashes across my mind: I’m doomed.
With a blank expression, he stoops down to pick up the hairpin, and looks at me without a trace of surprise.
Victor: When did you put this into my pocket?
Sensing the playful glances from the crowd of onlookers, my cheeks flush involuntarily.
MC: I... don’t remember the specific moment, but I did it when you weren’t paying attention...
Victor knits his eyebrows, revealing a perplexed expression.
Victor: Another gift for me?
MC: Yes.
After speaking, I have a “since I’m going to die, I might as well make it worth it” attitude, and continue.
MC: You can use this hairpin to clip up your bangs. I think it’s quite practical when used during work...
Even though I’m certain that I’m speaking in a volume only Victor and I can hear, everybody’s teasing smiles make me feel uneasy...
Victor has maintained the reputation of a thousand-year iceberg for so long. I’m afraid it has been ruined by my hands on this night.
Victor: What nonsense are you thinking about the entire day...
While saying this, Victor puts the small hairpin back into his pocket.
Victor’s reputation is still a formidable one. Even if Victor doesn’t explain himself, the gossip of the onlookers end as soon as he takes out his business card.
All the way till the end of dinner, I obediently maintain a smile, not daring to mention the hairpin to Victor.
On our way home, after much rumination, I decide to give Victor a solemn apology. Before the apology leaves my lips, Victor brings up the topic.
Victor: I accept your goodwill entirely. Could you stop giving me gifts now?
I nod reluctantly, but still struggle with my apology.
MC: I’m sorry about what happened today...
Victor: What are you sorry for?
MC: For making a fool out of you in front of so many people.
Victor: No one will think that way.
Victor adjusts the cuffs of his suit with a calm expression on his face.
It’s as though what happened just now was really not enough to pose an issue to him.
~
After a few days, MC appears before Victor with a exquisitely wrapped present
👀
It’s a 32 page business report...
It contains data from the company’s monthly financial reports, business index data, word-of-mouth surveys from large-scale programs, market share, etc. ever since LFG started funding MC’s company
MC: All the data reflects that our company has had good business this year. We not only filled in the losses, but our profit margin was also 50% higher than expected.
Victor: So?
MC: It shows that you have a good eye, and have once again made a successful investment!
I expected him to simply cast a sweeping glance at it. Instead, he starts flipping through the report seriously after hearing my words.
Every rustle of the paper flipping makes my heart rattle.
I start feeling nervous for no reason, worried that he would be as he usually is, picking out all sorts of mistakes from the report, and fiercely criticising me.
After some time, he finally closes the report.
Victor: Not bad.
MC: ...
MC: !!!
Victor: What kind of an expression is that?
MC: I’m happy! Only a few gifts I gave you received praise...
Victor pulls open a drawer. While he places the report inside, he takes out a few items at the same time and puts them on the desk.
A salon card, a red hairpin, essential oil for sleep...
Victor: You want me to compliment these things?
I huff, feeling a little guilty.
MC: I... shall return to my office then?
Victor looks as though he’s about to say something, but his phone rings. I stand up quietly, silently gesturing an “I’m leaving” with my hands.
Victor: Wait.
Right after taking two steps, Victor stops me.
Victor: I’ll pick you up at 6pm.
I turn around to see him covering the bottom half of the phone. I hurriedly nod, and suddenly think of something.
MC: Have you started using the puppy apron?
Victor tosses me a glance. After a few seconds of silence, he continues with his phone call.
Fine...
I’ll record this as an addition to the “Victor Not Saying What He Truly Feels” series.
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Phone Calls: First // Second
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Seeking control, Chapter 26
‘You’ll be safe here. We’re far enough away and he won’t have a clue where we have gone.’ Trish said softly to Ellie when she and Alice let her in to their house.
They had a nice semi-detached at the edge of the city, the opposite side to Tom’s place and the practice.
When they had left the practice, they waited until they knew they were out of view from the security cameras then they looped round and headed in the opposite direction, knowing Tom would no doubt double check the footage to see which direction they went in.
Alice gave Ellie some of her clothes, because they were the same size. Ellie was so grateful. She was given the spare room with an en-suite too. And Trish gave her toiletries to use.
‘We can get shopping tomorrow, get you more stuff. But they should do for now.’ Said Trish.
‘I can’t thank you both enough… But I have to ask, why are you wanting to help me? You barely know me.’ Ellie wanted to know, it had been bugging her. Even though they got along well in the hospital, it had been for such a short period of time.
Trish sat down on the edge of the bed and Ellie joined her.
‘We were all in the hospital for a reason. Even if it turned out some, or all, of us weren’t supposed to be in there. We still shared an experience that only we know about. The average person wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be in a psychiatric hospital. Whether it was real or not… And besides, I don’t like bullying assholes. But we like you.’
‘Well, I can’t thank you enough. Seriously. I don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise. I never thought I was going to get out of there. He seemed so… real and genuine with me. I don’t know why I never saw the signs. I still can’t believe that sweet man could be such a… monster.’ Ellie sighed and looked down at her hands in her lap.
‘He is a manipulator. That’s what they do. They make out that they are kind and caring, but all they want is full control over you. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You’ll get over it, in time. Just take some time to relax. Obviously you are free to come and go, but I’d suggest going out during the day when it’s busy. Stay in public areas and don’t take any risks by going down any quiet streets. Take a taxi if possible.’ Trish reached into her pocket and pulled out Ellie’s purse that had her bank cards in it and some cash too. ‘I grabbed this before Alice set fire to your flat.’
‘Oh my god, thank you! At least I won’t be totally useless now. I thought Tom would’ve taken it.’ Ellie was so relieved to have her purse again.
‘It was down the side of your bed, perhaps he never saw it. Luckily!’ Trish gave her shoulder a squeeze then left her alone to get some rest.
Ellie lay down on the bed and tried to turn her brain off from all the events. But it was difficult. She tossed and turned before eventually, falling asleep. Knowing that she was safe.
Tom managed to sweet talk his way out of explaining why he was locked in the practice the following morning when the first of the employees turned up. The two that arrived first were just dazzled by his good looks and charm, they would believe anything he told them.
And Tom knew it. Using it to his advantage, always.
Luckily, he had a spare change of clothes in his consulting room, so he hadn’t had to have any awkward conversations about why he was only in his boxers underneath his coat.
He drove back home, to find that he was allowed into his flat just to collect anything he needed. But he was escorted by a fireman.
When he reached the top floor, he glanced into Ellie's flat to see it was all black, everything inside burnt to a crisp. He clenched his jaw in anger. He knew that Alice was bad news. How dare she burn down his girls home with all of her belongings in there.
‘You have ten minutes, Sir.’ The fireman nodded at Tom.
‘Of course. Thank you.’ Tom smiled and entered his flat.
There wasn’t much damage to his belongings, apart from it all had a smokey smell. But at least he could wash his clothes and he hoped the other stuff would lose the smell over time.
He packed a suitcase with as much clothes and items he would need as possible. Not knowing when he would get back into his home properly. But luckily he had enough money to be able to afford a decent hotel for a while. Insurance would cover some of it, too.
Tom also packed some of Ellie’s belongings that she had at his place. Because he certainly planned on getting her back, one way or another.
A few days passed and Tom settled into a fancy hotel. It was more like an apartment he had, so he wouldn’t have to rely on takeaways all the time and could buy food in to cook with the kitchen amenities he had.
The police had been in contact with him, so he wasn’t all surprised when a detective turned up to the hotel wanting to speak with him. He invited her in, along with a police officer that was with her. He turned on the charm and offered them tea and coffee, which they accepted.
‘Did you see anything suspicious that night? Or the night before, perhaps?’ The detective asked.
Tom shook his head and pretended to think. ‘Not that I can recall, I’m afraid.’ He sighed and paused for a moment. ‘Actually… No, never mind I don’t think it would be relevant.’ He brushed off.
‘Anything you have might be of use to us, Mr Hiddleston.’ She said with a smile.
‘Well… I am a Doctor and I had a patient in a psychiatric hospital that I was visiting daily. For some reason another patient there, Alice Roberts, took a disliking to me. I think it was because she was close friends with my patient. Anyway, Alice was released and I did find her at my door one day. I don’t know how she got into the building, but she wanted to come in to my flat. I didn’t let her, because I don’t know her. But she wasn’t best pleased when I sent her away. Though I do know that she is, or was, a pyromaniac.’
The detective wrote everything down eagerly. ‘This is actually really helpful, Mr Hiddleston. Thank you.’ She then stood up and reached out to shake his hand.
‘You’re welcome. Feel free to come by anytime if you need more answers. I just hope you can find whoever did this. But I’m glad that no one was hurt.’ Tom smiled.
‘We will be sure to find them.’ The detective nodded. ‘Oh, one last thing. You don’t know where Miss Cooper is? Other residents haven’t seen her in a long time. We are trying to locate her to inform her about her flat.’
Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise. ‘No, I haven’t seen her in a while, actually. Last time I saw her she had a suitcase and was heading out, but never said where. That was around a month or so ago. I thought she’d moved out.’
‘Ok. Thank you, Mr Hiddleston. Enjoy the rest of your day.’
‘You too, detective. Thanks again.’
He then shut the door behind the detective and officer. He grabbed his coat and counted to ten, then left the room. He rushed down the stairs and peeped around the corner at reception, watching the detective leave the hotel.
Without being seen by her, he followed them outside to the car park and he got into his car. He waited patiently until the detective moved off, after being on the phone for five minutes first, and he carefully followed the detective’s car at a distance.
Tom followed her across the city and down a residential street. He parked a few cars behind and watched intently while the detective got out of the car, and with police officers, they went up to a semi-detached house and knocked on the door.
‘Bingo.’ He muttered when he saw Trish answer the door.
Just as he had expected the detective to do. Go straight to find Alice.
Curtains moving from the upstairs floor caught his eye, when he looked up his stomach swirled. There was Ellie, looking out of the window to see who was at the door.
‘There you are, my sweet girl.’ He purred. ‘Don’t worry, I will come rescue you soon.’ He grinned.
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Smooth
Pairings: Chris Evans x Latina!Reader
Word Count: 1580
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Angst, Unrequited love, Fluff (Teeny Bit)
A/N: This is part of @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Marvel Play list. I got Smooth by Santana featuring Rob Thomas. I don’t have a beta reader to look into this so sorry if it sucks. More announcements at the end (might be a part 2).
December 2018, Bronx, NY
“I don’t think I can do this.” you muttered to yourself, looking up at the ceiling.
It had been five days since your grandmother passed away and you were still in complete shock. You had only spoken to three days before. She had been in the hospital for about a week due to her heart condition, but she had been released and was doing a lot better according to her doctor. So when news of her passing reached you while you in the middle of production of the movie you were working on, you thought it was a joke.
You felt the foot of the bed dip, “Come on Y/N,” Your co-star and best friend Chris said softly, patting your thigh, “You have to go. At least be there for your dad.”
You took one of the extra pillows beside you and pulled it over your head, a small part of you hoping that all of this was a terrible nightmare. You heard him sigh and get up from the bed, “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” You heard his footsteps fade away before hearing the door to your hotel room close.
You laid in bed for a few more minutes before finally forcing yourself off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Chris Evans was a sweetheart. He had been your best friend for almost eight years. You had just moved to Los Angeles when you had been casted as an extra in Captain America: The First Avenger. You were a nervous wreck but he helped you through it and you both had been each other’s person to lean on. However you had both been cast in a movie where you play each other’s love interest and it’s making you face certain feelings that you had been trying to repress for a long time.
After taking a quick shower, you quickly got dressed in all black and headed down to the lobby and met up with Chris. Leaving the hotel, you both drove 25 minutes into the South Bronx in silence. As you were nearing the funeral home, reality finally hit you. It wasn’t a nightmare. You felt yourself start to get agitated when suddenly, you felt a large hand cover your free hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “It’s okay doll.” He gave you a small smile, “I got you.”
Walking inside the funeral home, you were met with family member that you haven’t seen in years. After greeting everyone, Chris and you made your way over to your mom who was sitting on one of the couches.
“Hola ma.” You called out to her.
She snapped her gaze from the ground and onto you, “Y/N!” she rushed over to you in a flash and pulled you into a tight embrace, her hot tears soaking your leather jacket.
“How’s dad?” you asked her in English, wiping some of the tears from your eyes.
“Esta mal.” She answered back to you in spanish, “El estuvo en el hospital con ella y se le murió en sus brazos.”
You closed your eyes in agony, “Oh no.”
Steve looked at you with a quizzical expression on his face, “What did she say?” He asked.
“My dad….was in the hospital that night.” your voice trembled in response, “She died in his arms.”
“Oh my god doll, I’m so sorry.” he pulled you into a hug, and surprisingly, it felt nice.
You pulled away from Chris, then turned to look at your mom, “Voy a buscar a mi papa. Tu te acuerdas de Chris verdad?” you asked as she nodded.
“Hola papi.” She gave Chris a warm smile, “How are you?” She asked in her thick spanish accent.
You excused yourself from them and made your way through the throng of people that surrounded you before finally finding your dad, standing by the doorway greeting the other guests.
“Hey dad.” you gave the man with graying hair a big hug.
“Took ya long enough kiddo.” He gave you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
It broke your heart to see him in this position. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
He shook his head, “You got here as fast as you could kiddo.”
The rest of the day was a blur. It was as if your mind and body were on autopilot. By the time you had gotten back to the hotel, it was almost 11:30.
“Can’t wait to get back to my hotel room and pass out.” Chris said as you both stepped out of the elevator.
You stretched out your legs “Same here. Being cooped up in a SUV all day sucks.”
He let out a chuckle, “Yeah, Tell me about it.”
You both stopped outside your hotel room. “Well this is me.” You announced nervously.
“Okay.” Chris answered simply, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.
“Okay.” You said as he turned on his heel and walked down the hall.
You pulled your key card from your pocket and scanned it against the lock but before you can turn the knob to let yourself in, Chris called out to you, “Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“If you need anything doll, you know I’m next door.”
“Roger that, Cap.” You winked at him playfully and for a split second you thought you saw his cheeks flush pink.
Stepping out of the shower, Chris grabbed a fluffy white towel and wrapped it around his waist. He quickly dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a gray t-shirt and fell back on his bed, turning on the tv and flip through the channels until something came up and sparked his interest.
He looked over at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was almost midnight. He shut off the television and before hearing a tune that he hadn’t heard in a very long time.
“Man, it's a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone But you stay so cool”
He hummed along to the music until he heard your voice singing along to the song.
“My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove
And if you say this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood Because you're so smooth And it's just like the ocean under the moon It's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it”
He was surprised at how well your singing voice was. Chuckling to himself, he propped himself up against the wall and closed his eyes, humming along to the soothing sounds of Carlos Santana.
“Fuck.” you muttered to yourself as you stood outside Chris’ hotel room, running your fingers through your hair, “What am I doing here?”
You paced up and down the hall for a moment before finally building up the courage to knock on his door.
“I should go.” You muttered to yourself, when suddenly the door swung open and Chris walked out looking down at you.
“Y/N?” He asked groggily, making you weak in the knees, “What’s wrong?”
“I uh…” you looked down at your feet, “I can’t sleep.” You looked up at him and gave him a nervous smile, “Can I spend the night with you?”
“Of course doll.” He replied, stepping aside and letting you in.
“You still thinking about your grandma?” He asked as he walked passed you to the other side of the room where the mini fridge was and pulled out two small brown liquor bottles.
“Yeah.” you let out a sigh, thanking him as he handed you one of the bottles.
Unscrewing the caps, you both made a quick toast and downed the shot.
“Man that’s strong.” You grimaced at the taste of the whiskey.
You stayed up for hours, talking to Chris about the memories of the sweet little old lady that helped you pursue your dreams.
Before you knew it, it was 4:30 in the morning, “I should get going.” You slurred as you got up from the couch but fell back down immediately, “God, I’m so drunk.” you let out a laugh.
“Maybe you should lie down Y/N.” Chris suggested as he grabbed of the extra pillows and handed it to you.
You took it and tossed it aside, feeling brave as you got up from the couch and walked towards him.
“Maybe…” you trailed off, looking up at him with your best attempt at a sultry look, “You should kiss me.”
Before he could open his mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips against his.
At first he was shocked, but then he kissed you back, before immediately he pushed you away.
“No!” Chris said in shock.
“Oh my god.” You sobered up fast, all the color draining from your face, “Chris I am so sor-”
He cut you off, “You gotta go Y/N.”
You nodded and quickly made your way out of his hotel room and made it back into your hotel room, slamming the door behind you and slid down to the floor, “Smooth Y/N…” you chastising yourself for being capable of doing so stupid, “Real fuckin’ smooth.”
A/N: I am so sorry that I haven’t been on tumblr lately. I’ve been going through a massive writer’s block and depression. I want to dedicate this story to my grandmother who passed away last month. She was the sweetest little old lady and I miss her so much.
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(!!WARNING: OFFENSIVE!!)
A QuackityHQ x CallMeCarson Crossover Fanfic Spectacular
(Quackity Shags CallMeCarson)
"I’m not always called Quackity, I’m not always a duck,
But whenever I see Carson, I’m always willing to fuck.”
Credits: Founders: LinedStorm2: (the one faggot who came up with this fucking idea) subscribe to pewdiepie T-GAY Shetookthekidsagain: (the other faggot who encouraged it) add me on Ig: @homosexual.volcano Writer: Ruhmeel/RuhRuh/The RUH (the dood who recorded and wrote most of it) Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/ruhruh Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/the.moist.ov... Twitter: https://twitter.com/BabyShaqAtk?lang=en Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ruh_meel/?h... Narrator/Artist: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Peachie: (the other one had a yoda impression) shetookthekidsagain Editors: dixxiokat/kat/katana/kataeris: (the shagger who fixed the other faggot’s fuckin mistakes) Shiyen: (Hit the chug jug hit the chug jug uh) Music Composer: Lucky: (the faggot who plays the xylophone in the background) (also the best fucking musician ever) Peons: Lunar: (the faggot who didnt do jack shit) Ayobi: (the faggot who killed our fuckin ears) random train: (the other faggot who didnt do shit) Sans: Sans Megalovania Undertale!!
Chapter 1 : An Unexpected Beginning
Carson’s Perspective
My name is Carson. Yeah, Call me Carson.
It was a lovely day in Afghanistan, my slaves were mining for diamonds in the concentration camp but with the luck that I was having they only found dirt blocks.
Later on I went to the rice field wondering how much rice I would be able to get with a single dirt block. I found a very nice man- errr he was actually a duck but nonetheless he promised he will get me a grain of rice, that’s more than I get in a year! The duck turned to me and asked for my name “Call me carson.” I said, my face was burning up from how shy I was getting. I don’t know why I felt embarrassed all of a sudden.
“Hey nigger! I’m Quackity!” the large duck replied.
”Quackity? That’s...an interesting name.” he didn’t say anything much to my comment instead he left to get me the grain of rice he talked about. Quackity came back with two grains of rice and placed them in the palm of my hand. Our hands brushed against each other, I stood there dumbfounded not sure what to do. When I finally snapped out of it he was gone already
I got home and started playing farmville on twitch, when something caught my eye in chat, a twitch link with the name of the man I met earlier that day, “The duck?”, I wondered.
In this game, I finally met “Quacking” or whatever his name was. I went up to him, but he ignored me. Probably because of all the people that surrounded him during the raid. I just heard chants repeating: “Quack my zacc and bring free trials back” and “Minecraft rules and furries deserve to be gassed”. I gave in and chanted as well. When he ended the raid, I dm’d him on twitter saying that it was fun raiding the servers in Toontown.
Shockingly, he responded! He said, “Oh yeah no problem homie! It was REALLY FUN! Especially with you there!”
“W-what? N-n-n-nani?” I stammered. “Y-you noticed me in the raid?”
“Yeah! You were crazy out there! Getting all wild and shit!”
I blushed furiously, I didn’t even think he would notice me out of all those people!
“W-wow…. Thanks….”
“No problem homie! Hey, I think you’d like to meet my friends, one of them is in the house, and one’s a wild spartan! And anoth-”
“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!” I exclaimed, “Don’t worry, I’ll meet them with you buddy.”
“Woah slow down there, I ain’t your buddy yet. What do I look like a faggot?” said the gay homophobe duck.
“I-I’m sorry. Gomenasai~” I muttered softly.
“Ah don’t worry about it, don’t be such a puss next time.”
“Of course sir.”
He then left me on read.
I sighed dreamily and thought to myself, “Wow, he’s such a nice guy.’
End of Chapter 1: An Unexpected Beginning
Chapter 2: Call Me Quackity
Quackity's Perspective
When I got home to my pond that day, I felt, rather strange.
I just met this guy who seemed like a fan of mine, but it felt just more than that.
It felt like, I was supposed to meet him somewhere in my life.
Anyways, I kept thinking about him the whole day
When eating THE bread, terrorizing the neighbors, gassing the jews, and even doing the dishes!
I tried so hard going to sleep, but I just kept tossing and turning.
This guy, who wanted to be called Carson, he felt…
Special…
In an autistic way.
It made me feel strange as well.
There was this tension going on between my legs, that I couldn't resist. This sensation, I've never felt it before, it's as if I enjoyed his company. It's making me blush in my sleep, but I feel as if I got something inside that I have to release…
I have to release this anger somehow, yamate quackity, yamate I imagined.
I woke up in the middle of the night, having dreams about that Carson guy. “This is so sad, Alexa play despacito.”
I knew I needed help, so I called a hotline that helps with personal issues.
It’s more of a free counselor if you think about it through the phone.
I called the number, waiting for an answer.
“Hello you have reached Aihate Gaze tech support how may i help you?” says the Gaze Man.
“Hi! I have this problem regarding this guy that I met from a raid I did, not too long ago.” I said.
“Is that guy a machine sir?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t get to know him that well but he did have the spicy memes.” I responded.
“Well, I would say that you would have to check his ZIP drive, it holds all the secret information there.”
I was confused.
“Wait, what?” I said, confused.
“Yeah. All you gotta do is that you gotta hack into his windows XP computer and look for the files inside the computer by inserting the ‘USB into the tight port’.” he said.
“ALL I HAVE IS A WINDOWS 98!” shouted Quackity, while doing the floss in frustration.
“Well I believe you could find it’s USB port in the rear.” he said.
Rear? I don’t know what he means by rear, but all I know is that we have a rear in ou- oh…
I guess that means we have to stick the USB inside the ‘rear’...
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Gaze.”
“No problem, but you have to leave your credit card number with the numbers in the back alongside the Clash of Clans account name and password for free coins!! Thanos has returned and he needs it to destroy Fortn-”
I hung up before he could say anything else, and I grabbed the nearest USB I had. I knew what I had to do next.
I stuck it into my rear, just as the Gaze man requested.
“yAhOoOoOoOoO~!” I moaned loudly.
I realized I just stuck this USB drive with all my family photos and burger king foot lettuce pictures up my booty hole.
I didn’t care however, all that was on my mind was HIM.
Carson... oh Carson.
“Call me Carson~,” I imagined him saying.
“No Carson, Call me QUACKTITY.” I responded.
I pushed the USB drive further into the bunghole, until it disappeared into the void.
I’ve done it.
My family photos, my burger king foot lettuce pics, my minecraft skins, all of them, are now inside me.
All for this one guy.
I felt it in my stomach, and shockingly enough, I could see it through the bump shaped like a USB shown on my skin.
I touched it, it hurted, but I grabbed it even tighter, and moved it even higher into my stomach!
“Carson, CARSON, CAAAAAAAAAAARSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!! ORE WA OCHINCHIN GA DAISUKI NANDAYO~~!!!!!!”
I moved it up towards my hard nips, then upward to my chest, then my throat, then finally, through the mouth.
I regurgitated the USB that I stuck through my asshole.
That brown, smelly, shit-covered, saliva covered, stomach acid covered USB drive.
All for that one guy I met at a raid.
Thank you Mr. Gaze…
Thank you...
End Of Chapter 2: Call Me Quackity
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Skeleton Key Part 3
Requests: @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot: I hope this is getting more parts, cause i am loving this story!!! @watches-to-much-series: Pleasse tell me there is going to be a next part
Word Count: 2923
Warnings: If you've made it through parts 1 and 2 there's nothing new here
Series Masterlist – Version en Español: Llave Maestra (Skeleton Key)
~THREE MONTHS LATER~
“Oh my God, I need a break from you guys,” you groaned as they, yet again, started bickering over the smallest thing.
A week ago they started arguing over Dean’s choice of music in the car. Really? It’s the same music they’ve been listening to for over a decade and suddenly Sam gets annoyed? And a while later, Dean’s teasing about Sam’s health food turned a little mean and Sam snapped back. Then Sam stole Dean’s car in retaliation and left for two days for one of his Find Buddah, Eat, Pray, Meditate trips without letting either of you know. Dean had been a roiling thunderstorm until he saw his precious car.
This was worse than when they got into a prank war and you were stuck in the middle.
“See what you’ve done, Sam?” Dean said, smacking his brother’s shoulder with the back of his hand. “You’ve made Y/N uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” You shot back, “I’m annoyed and done with you two. I’m getting my own room tonight. You two better figure out your shit because I’m not playing Winchester Family Therapist.”
“No one ever asked you to,” Dean snapped.
He pulled the Impala into a parking spot in the motel parking lot and you unbuckled, slid forward, and rested your arms on the back of the front seat until your head was next to his. “Yeah? Well no one ever asked you to be a whiny little bitch, but here we are.”
Grabbing your bags, you headed towards the front office to get another room. Over your shoulder you tossed your parting words at them. “Get your shit together, boys.”
Their grumbles faded behind you as they headed to their room and you walked further into the autumn air. Was this what it was like to have siblings? You’d always thought of the Winchesters as your hunting partners. Friends, sure. But brothers? Were you the level-headed sibling who cleaned up after her two immature brothers?
The thought wasn’t unwelcome. After you’d killed your parents, you never thought that you’d ever be a part of a family again. But maybe you’d been wrong.
A bell tinkled above the door to the motel office when you entered, drawing the attention of the older woman behind the counter. Her lips drew up in a warm, crinkly smile. “Hi there, dear. What can I do for ya?”
“I’d like a room, please.”
“Need a break from those two handsome men you came with a few days ago?” The lady started ringing you up with the kind of laid back movements that only came from years of practice.
Being around another woman was a breath of fresh air. The only other woman you were ever around was Baby, and you couldn’t have a conversation with her. “Don’t get me wrong, I love them to death. But they’re… well, they’re still boys.”
“I hear ya there, honey. A girl’s gotta have some time to herself. Get away from all that testosterone.”
“Exactly. I’m looking forward to a nice long bath without either of them banging on the door for me to hurry up.”
She laughed. “That taller one looks like he spends more time in the bathroom working his hair than any woman I know.”
Your own laughter burst forward. “Oh, you don’t even know just how much shit we give him for that.”
“Well, I’ve put you in a room with a jacuzzi tub. We’re mostly empty, so I charged you the same as a regular room, dear. You look like you could use more than just a nice, long bath.” She leaned forward as if about to tell you a secret. “Between you and me, sometimes I sneak into those rooms and slip into those tubs myself. Get a nice book, turn on some calm music, and turn up the jets in there.”
“That sounds magical. Thank you so much.”
After paying her and finishing up a conversation that lasted for ten more minutes, you trekked across the parking lot and used the key that you still had to the Winchesters’ room to grab your things. Sam and Dean were on opposite beds, Sam on his laptop and Dean with his headphones on and eyes closed.
“This isn’t what I meant by working your shit out,” you mumbled as you moved around the room to collect your things.
Sam just grunted. Dean didn’t even hear you.
The door opened again, making you and Sam jerk your heads over to it. You really wished you were already in your room because your least-favorite King of Hell came strolling in like he owned the place. “Hello boys.” He tilted his head at you with an infuriating grin toying with his lips. “Hello love.”
No way were you going to play his game. Not today. You already had enough with the Winchesters. So you kicked Dean’s bed until he opened his eyes and glared at you. All you did was tilt your head towards the door and he was scrambling up in annoyance, pulling his headphones off.
“What are you doing here, Crowley?”
“And you ever hear of knocking?”
Well, the Winchesters had this under control. You gathered the last few pieces of clothing that were on the floor next to your duffle and heaved the bag over your shoulder. “Well, this is a lovely meeting, but I’ve got big plans for tonight and I’m sure you came to talk to the Winchesters, so I’ll get out of your hair.”
“What kind of plans?” Dean asked petulantly. He didn’t like being left out of anything that could be fun. You just winked at him and held a finger to your lips, showing that it was a secret.
Crowley’s eyes were on you as you took the first few steps towards the door and, ultimately, towards him. “What if I came to talk to you, love?”
“That’s unfortunate for you, because I’m not going to talk to you. I’ve got plans and they don’t involve a surprise visit from my ex-lover. Strange, right?” Satisfied with that parting line, you brushed past him and headed back into the cool air of changing seasons. As soon as the door was closed between you two, you took a few deep breaths to center yourself before headed to the other side of the motel where your jacuzzi tub was waiting.
~NINE YEARS BEFORE~
Being topside again was jarring. Everything in Hell was muted and dark. It was easy. Up here there was so much life. So many people, rushing around to do so many things. There were bright colors and cars speeding about.
Overwhelming, is what it was.
“Screw you, Crowley,” You muttered, pulling your jacket tighter around you. He thought that sending you back up here with a credit card that would magically be paid off every month made up for the fact that he was abandoning you? For plopping you right in the middle of the hustle and bustle you so desperately wanted to avoid?
It was time he learned that he couldn’t just toy with someone’s feelings then leave them alone. You had to make him feel even a fraction of what you were feeling now. Abandoned. Thrown out. Damaged. Unworthy. Lost.
“Have you seen the new movie yet?” A teenage girl asked her friend as they walked past.
“The one about the monster hunters? Yeah! It was so good!”
They moved further away, and their conversation became unintelligible. But it had sparked an idea.
While you were in Hell, you’d listened in on enough conversations to know about hunters. The real monster hunters, not the Hollywood kind. You knew that Crowley thought they were nuisances. He hated them.
It was perfect.
You walked around the city until you found a library with free computers to use. It took a few searches until you found the kind of weapons shop that you needed. If you were going to stay away from drugs and not give back into your addiction, then you were going to need another release.
Shooting guns and killing demons seemed like a wonderful substitution.
~NOW~
Even knowing that Crowley was nearby, you were more relaxed than you’d been in months. The lady at the front desk, Riley, had given you some lavender scented candles and half a bottle of wine, the warm water was hugging your body, and the jets in the tub were on low, massaging your sore muscles. It was a night like hunters only dreamt of.
You would definitely have to find some amazing way to thank Riley for the room, the candles, and the wine. She was an angel sent from… well, not from above. Heaven didn’t like you that much. Hell wasn’t an option either. Riley was whatever the real-life version of an angel sent from above was.
God, you’d needed this.
Reaching over, you grabbed the wine bottle and took another sip before setting it down and turning the jets up a little higher. The increased pressure massaged against muscles you hadn’t even known were sore, and a satisfied moan escaped your lips.
“I’ve missed that sound.”
The unexpected voice in the bathroom made you jump and nearly knock over the bottle of wine. But it only took you a second longer to recognize the accent and you sank back into the water, closing your eyes. You didn’t want to see him.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Crowley?”
“I see you got your own room,” he said, not answering your question. “Wine, candles in a dark bathroom…”
“Fuck off, none of this is for you.”
“Are you sure about that?” And there was that damn tone of voice. The one that said he knew better. That you didn’t know what you were talking about. You weren’t even going to grace that with a reply.
You heard him move around the small room, but didn’t bother opening your eyes. When he’d first shown up three months ago, your defenses against him weren’t strong enough. Thank God that the Winchesters were around to keep you in check. But here? Alone in a candle lit bathroom? Sure, you’d had three more months to build up your defenses, especially knowing that Crowley wasn’t avoiding you.
But you weren’t sure if you were that strong yet.
“You sure have gotten feisty, haven’t you?”
“I’ve always been feisty,” you murmured. “The drugs just dulled it for a while.”
Even with your eyes closed, you could still feel where he was. He’d moved from his seat on the toilet to pacing the small area between the sink and the tub, and now he was moving to sit on the edge of the tub.
“Oh, love, I figured that out.”
Without your permission, your eyes opened and sought him out. His suit coat was hung on the back of the door, tie loosened, and the cuffs on his shirt were undone.
“Then why don’t you leave? After all, it wasn’t too long after you met drug-free feisty me that you sent me away. You just couldn’t deal with having someone defy you anywhere, much less in the bedroom. I doubt much has changed in the last few years for you.”
A wicked grin covered his lips, making the long-forgotten heat curl in your stomach. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the tub on either side of your shoulders. “Good thing we’re not in the bedroom then.”
You needed to get out of this situation. You needed him to leave. You needed to get some clothes on. You needed to turn on the lights. You needed…
Your eyes traveled down to his lips.
You needed to kiss him.
It wouldn’t mean anything. But you’d gotten your own room to get away from the Winchesters to relax. This bath had done wonders for that. But what better way to end the night than have sex with the one man who had ever made you come so completely undone that your body turned to mush and you melted into the mattress?
Fuck. No. No way. This wasn’t you talking.
You pushed him away, leaving a wet handprint on the shoulder of his black shirt. Surprisingly, he went easily. After downing the last of the wine, you reached down and pulled up the stopper so the water could drain out of the tub. Then you stood up, pushed Crowley further away so you could grab a towel and wrap it around you.
You’d spent too damn long putting yourself back together to give into Crowley now.
~SIX YEARS AGO~
“…tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!" The last word of your exorcism rang in the air and the demon you trapped in the devil’s trap smoked out with that horrifying scream that always accompanied it. As soon as the black smoke was gone, you rushed forward to check on the person in the chair. It took a minute, but you found a weak pulse.
“Oh, thank God,” you muttered. You finally figured out how to kill the demon, but save the human.
“Your pronunciation could use a little work,” a deep voice sounded behind you. In the next breath, your gun was out, aimed at the newcomer.
Well, newcomers. Two men were standing a few feet away in the old warehouse, hands held out to the side. The taller one took a tiny step forward. “We’re not gonna hurt you. Promise.”
“I’m the one with a gun,” you pointed out. “You’re the ones who should be worried.”
“You do know what you’re doing,” the shorter one conceded. “This is the third hunt we’ve shown up on just for you to finish it for us. You’re good at this.”
“Hunters?” The barrel of your gun slowly lowered.
“I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam.”
Sam and Dean. Crowley spoke of them a lot when you were in hell. There was a tangled history there. “The Winchesters.”
Seeing your gun down gave Dean all the permission he needed to put his own hands down and cautiously walk closer. “You’ve heard of us?”
“Who hasn’t?” It was true. Even if Crowley hadn’t spoken of them, you’d been around enough hunter’s bars to know about the legendary Winchester brothers. “You’ve seen me before?”
“Yeah.” Dean answered as he walked over to the guy still tied up in the chair. He withdrew a knife and cut the poor man free. “You finally figured how to keep them alive. Good job.”
Sure, the Winchesters were legendary, and sure you shouldn’t have anything to worry about. But you still kept your back to a wall and both of them in your eyesight. Trust didn’t come easily to you. “Pretty sure the demons inside killed the human before I came on the scene the last few times.”
“I reckon you’re right.” A slight midwestern accent peeked through Dean’s words.
This time it was Sam who spoke up. “You only go after demon hunts.”
“You’ve done your research on me, haven’t you?”
“We’ve asked around. Why demons?”
That wasn’t a conversation you were going to have. Ever. Especially with these two. So you just gave your usual fall back answer.
“Not everyone can be as great of hunters as you two. You guys know how to kill nearly every monster. I just specialize in demons.” A glance at the man who was just starting to stir brought to mind all of the other humans who had died. “Well, trying to, anyway.”
The brothers shared a look before Dean nodded. “Why don’t we get this guy to the hospital, then you let us buy you a drink? We can give you a few tips.”
Who were you to pass up a chance to learn from the Winchesters? Besides, if Crowley was keeping tabs on you, then knowing you were hanging around the Winchesters for a night was sure to tick him off.
“That sounds great.”
~NOW~
Both boys watched you carefully as you entered the diner the next day. You knew what they were wondering, but you didn’t feel like giving in quite so quickly. So you slid into the booth next to Dean and picked up a menu. With their eyes still on you, you casually asked, “So did you two figure out your shit?”
“Did you sleep with Crowley?” Dean asked, a slight acidic bite in his voice.
Slowly, you set your menu down on the table and met Sam’s eyes first, then Dean’s. Folding your hands on top of the table, you adopted a long suffering tone of voice. “Since you two are so interested in my sex life, no. I did not sleep with Crowley last night. He tried, I almost did, but no. Like I said, he’s going to have to try harder than that if he really wants me. Now, did you two work out your shit? Because if I have to play Winchester Family Therapist, then I’m going to start charging you two by the hour.”
They grumbled, but it seemed like it was just the normal grumbling. Hopefully their shit was sorted, because this hunt was over and you had another one down in Mexico. There was no way you were going to spend another twenty hours in the car with these two giant babies.
Conversation flowed easier over breakfast and you breathed a sigh of relief. That is, until Dean brought up Crowley again.
“So I’m taking it since you didn’t fuck him, we don’t have a pet hellhound?”
“Oh my God, Dean.”
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it all started in the stairwell.
an art school au ft. skipped classes, wet paint, and finding art in the everyday.
The air whistled through the leaves on the branches above Mirella Santos’ head as she laid under the largest tree on campus. With eyes closed and a hand on the sliver of tan skin peeking from between her tiny pink crop top and even tinier black shorts, she listened to the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling. It was her routine: wake up, drink a glass of coffee spiked with rum, and lay under her tree for an hour before painting. It was reinvigorating and it gave her time to relax while her type-A roommate, Billie Thomas, shuffled papers or switched outfits six times or paced back and forth or whatever else she did before she went to her business classes.
Rey leaned up on her elbows, pressed the home button on her phone, and smiled. It was nine: time to go back to her apartment and work on her newest landscape painting, which was just of the view outside her window. She had ten canvasses stacked in one corner of her room with matching landscapes in different color schemes. Everything from neon to greyscale as she searched for her signature style.
Tossing her tan backpack over her shoulder, Rey walked away, raking a hand through her black hair to dislodge the dry pieces of grass that she knew were stuck in her strands. She took slow, small steps towards her shared apartment ducking through classmates heading in the opposite direction towards campus. She caught a glance of herself in the window of her favorite boutique and smiled. Getting out of that tiny town in Pennsylvania had been the best thing that ever happened to her. Rey had never been as happy as she was since moving to Oxford. Even if her family called at all hours of the night.
Rey’s phone buzzed in her back pocket as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. With keys in hand, she swiped across the screen with the other before placing the phone up to her ear.
“Hi Mami,” she said, smiling as Mami’s voice rang through the speaker. They didn’t talk much due to the time difference and Mami’s busy schedule at the hardware store. That week alone she’d closed, opened, closed, and was opening again that morning. “You getting ready for work?”
“Yeah,” Mami sighed. The sound came in far away, as if Mami had put her on speaker. “I have to go in early today because the fucking alarm went off and you know i’m the only manager they can call.”
Rey could feel Mami roll her eyes from across the Atlantic. Four managers and yet Mami was still the one who ended up with most of the responsibilities on her shoulders. It was unfair but Mami would do anything to help Rey make ends meet. She listened to Mami go off about how shitty her fellow managers were as she walked onto the tiny landing just as one of her new neighbors' guests did, causing her to fall back against the wall and drop her phone as his shoulder clipped hers.
“I’m so sorry,” He huffed as he scrambled to keep his laptop from falling on the floor. Rey swiped her phone off the tile and let out a relieved breath when she saw the screen was intact. She could hear Mami asking what was wrong but couldn’t take her eyes away from the man in front of her. His eyes were the same color as her favorite green tea. She thought of the paint she had upstairs and whether she could replicate his eye color for the pastel landscape she was creating.
“It’s fine.” She smiled, pocketing her phone as she waited for him to move so she could start her day.
“I’m Harry,” He stood on the step below her. She couldn’t help but notice that he was still taller than her. But then again, at just over five feet, everyone seemed to be taller than Rey. Even her baby cousin Edgardo had passed her and he was barely thirteen.
“Nice to meet you, I'm Rey,”
He reached his hand out for her to shake. Rey hid the shiver that raced up her back at the feel of his ice-cold hand in hers. She clasped her hands together in front of her but still felt his hand around hers.
"See you around, Rey," Harry smirked and sent her a mock-salute as he walked down the stairs and out the door. Rey swallowed hard as she watched him leave before reaching into her pocket and placing her phone back up to her ear.
"Mami?" Rey waited for Mami to make a noise before continuing. "Perdon, es que..."
Her voice trailed off as she wracked her brain trying to formulate an excuse for what just happened. If she so much as mentioned a man she knew Mami would go off. Whether she would encourage it or tell Rey to focus on school all depended on Mami's mood. And Rey didn't feel like hearing it either way.
"Tenias alguien en tu apartamento?" Mami said casually. Rey knew better than to take the bait. She could almost see Mami smirking as the gears worked in her mind. She knew damn well Rey had been talking to a man.
"No, I bumped into someone on the stairs again,"
Rey stuck the key in the door as Mami sighed. Pushing the door open, Rey would bet a million dollars that Mami was about to tell her she needed to be careful. It wasn't the first time they'd had the conversation and it wouldn't be the last. Rey had always been clumsy. She'd always blamed it on her inability to focus on more than one thing at a time.
"Tienes que tener cuidado,"
"Si, Mami, yo se,"
"I'm just saying. If you break something Mami can't fly over to take care of you," Mami laughed but her voice was tinged with sadness. Rey frowned at her easel. She hadn't seen her mom in almost a year. Before moving away to university, she saw Mami everyday. She'd drive Rey to and from school whenever she could. On weekends they would go shopping together. When Rey had braces in tenth grade Mami would keep her out of school all day whenever she had orthodontic appointments. They would go to her appointment in the morning and in the afternoon they would see a movie.
They were more like sisters than mother and daughter.
"I'll let you go, baby, so you can work on homework or something. I'll call you tomorrow, it's my day off, finally," Mami laughed, this time more up beat, and Rey smiled. They said their goodbyes quickly before one of them cried. When Rey first left for school, they cried everytime they spoke on the phone. Now? Every once in a while.
Rey fought a yawn as she walked into her room to get her box of paints. Time to work on her eleventh landscape of the month.
•
Ever since running into Harry in the stairwell, Rey could do little other than think of his eyes. Instead of the landscapes that she'd painted almost obsessively for months, she'd taken to painting eyes. Everything she'd painted in the past month was colored in an assortment of greens as she tried, in vain, to recreate the not-quite-mint green color that haunted her every waking moment.
She had to see him again.
Yes. Yes! That was it. Harry was her muse and, without him, she would never be able to release herself from this funk. All she had to do was find him. That would be easy enough.
Right?
•
Turned out that knocking on her neighbors doors' on the weekend of a big midterm—yet another pro to being a visual arts major and not something deathly boring like English or math—was not something her neighbors were particularly into. Most were engaged in their study groups, wearing pajamas that were so dirty they looked like they could stand up by themselves, and sharing flash cards or quizzing each other. Things Billie would do with her fellow business majors. The types that, with no hesitation or provocation, would happily "explain" to Rey why visual arts is a "trash" major and that in "give or take six months after graduation you'll be working for us."
Rey couldn't handle business major ego. They truly believed they were the greatest thing to grace the Earth since...since...since Selena. And, bitch, nobody could touch Selena, Rey's idol, the reason she was following her passion. Even as it took her across an ocean to a country where she was alone.
Snatching the canvas from the easel, she threw the still wet work against the wall. The tear ducts were all wrong. The eyelashes? Even more so. Things that had worked before were suddenly no longer working and Rey didn't know what to do.
Her support system was an ocean away. They were busy with their lives 3,516 miles away from her. She promised them she was going to create a life from scratch in England. That they didn't have to worry about her because she was outgoing, friendly, and brave.
It was easy to say those things with the comfort of your family surrounding you, encouraging you, urging you to follow your dreams so they could live through you.
Didn't you know Titi Milta always wanted to live in England? She’s too old to do so herself, but she would love a postcard or two. Maybe even a letter! She would love a letter. Send Titi letters, Reysita.
Your Abuela Mirella, your namesake, loved to draw. She drew whenever she had a free moment between raising seven kids in a shack in the mountains of Puerto Rico and taking care of your Abuelo Josue when he deigned to show his face after running off with another woman in town until she kicked him out, learning what Abuela Mirella already knew: he was a piece of shit. But he was a piece of shit with a pension, and her children wouldn't starve just because she fell out of love with her husband. Drawing was the only thing that Abuela truly enjoyed doing. Estas cargando un gran legado, Reysita. Do it because Abuela couldn't.
But, perhaps what hurt Rey the most, were the reasons why her own Mami encouraged her.
No quiero que termines como yo, mis ojitos de oro. I want you to be someone. I want you to achieve more than I did. Be more than the girl who became pregnant at seventeen after a five minute, unremarkable, hook up in the back of a car with the captain of the baseball team. The girl who was forced to marry that boy because of the pregnancy. You know all the shit I go through at work, Rey. I don't want that for you. If you want to study in some other country, if that's what will make you happy, I promise I will make it happen.
And Mami never broke her promises.
Rey slumped to the floor in front of the easel. But what if that was too much pressure? What if she didn't want to write letters or draw because it was some legacy passed down from her favorite Abuela or do better because her Mami didn't want her to hate her life?
Scrubbing her face, Rey groaned and plopped on her side in the fetal position. She'd been in university for three years. For three years she'd been keeping up pretenses with her family.
Yes, Titi Milta, I have enough to eat.
Yes, Papi, I'll call you if I need anything.
No, Tio Padrino, you don't need to take time from your busy schedule to visit. Save the money for my prima Adriana's quinceañera. She had big hopes and you'd need that money to fulfill them.
Yes, Mami, I'm happy.
When would Rey do something for herself? Because it made her happy, not because her family expected her to do it so they could live through stories she told during Christmastime.
Pushing herself up with one shaky hand, Rey wiped her brow where beads of sweat had accumulated during her anxiety attack. She was breathing hard and unsure of what to do next. On any other day, she would call Mami. No matter that it was the middle of the night and Mami had closed the store the day before and it was her first day off in two weeks. Rey knew that Mami would answer.
And that's why she didn't call.
She scrambled up instead and retrieved the thrown canvas. Setting it back up on the easel, Rey tilted her head and squinted at the lonely eye. Closing her own, she conjured up Harry's face in her mind and smiled as she picked up a piece of kohl. With eyes closed, she drew what she saw behind them.
When she opened them thirty minutes later, she smiled. She'd actually created something she wouldn't be ashamed to display.
A black and white portrait of Harry, as seen through Rey's perspective.
On the canvas he was all bright, blinding smile and enchanting eyes that, somehow, you knew were heart-stoppingly green in person.
•
The next time she saw Harry it was in her beloved art supply store. The one on the outskirts of campus, where first years and students taking art classes for elective credits rarely ventured, that Rey had discovered her third week on campus when she got lost trying to find her psychology class.
(A required class, otherwise Rey would not be caught dead in a class where you might be made to take a test on a scantron sheet.)
Harry was standing in between the marker and paint aisles as if he couldn't decide which medium to use. A man after Rey's own heart. She'd convinced herself to stop looking for him because, as Mami always said, when you stop looking for something that's when it shows up.
Except.
Except she ducked into the canvas aisle to avoid him. Instead of facing the object of her daydreams, and one really weird dream about talking tootsie rolls, she ran away. The canvasses blurred together in front of her eyes as she took deep breaths. Closing her eyes tight, she breathed through her mouth as she hoped that Harry wouldn't walk down her aisle.
After she heard the ding of the front door three times, she decided it was safe to move to another aisle. Her walk was bouncy, her ponytail swung behind her, as she repeated her mission in her head: paint, and lots of it, in shades of green and peach.
•
Another day, another failed canvas.
This one, at least, had somewhat resembled Harry. It was the coloring that was all wrong. He'd come out looking like a vampire and that just would not do. Where were his rosy cheeks and matching lips? The minty green of his eyes? His skin bronzed from his holiday to the south of Spain (thanks, Billie, for that info)? It was all missing and those were the details that brought a piece, and a person, to life.
Instead of throwing the canvas across the room like she'd wanted, she turned on her reggaeton spotify playlist. Songs that she'd grown up listening to, songs that she remembered Papi rapping along to while they waited for the light to change, songs that Mami had taught her to dance to. The raunchy, not safe for work songs of her childhood that spoke casually and explicitly about sex, drugs, and other illicit things with women moaning in the background all while keeping up a perfect rhyme.
Rey had always wondered if those women were paid well.
The songs, with their strong bass beats, boomed from the speakers attached to Rey's laptop as she stood and began to dance along to the music. It began with her hips. She'd learned at a young age—some would say too young—how to mimic the beat of a song in the swing of her hips. The song began slow, giving Rey a chance to get into the rhythm, before dropping the beat thirty seconds into the song. She shook her hips and tilted her head back, hair dangling past her mid back, with a grin on her face.
When was the last time she'd felt that carefree?
Murmuring the lyrics under her breath, it was all too loud for her to hear the front door open or Billie announcing herself and her guest. It wasn't until a few minutes later, near the end of the song, when Rey turned around and opened her eyes that she realized she had an audience.
And not just any audience. The eyes she'd been trying to perfect for a month, the eyes that were doodled on every scrap of paper and most of the canvasses lining the perimeter of the room, were suddenly right in front of her. There, in her living room, stood her Harry. The man that she swore she would never see again after the failed encounter at the art supply store.
Rey cleared her throat and simultaneously pulled her grey tank top up and the hem of her soft, blue, sleep shorts down. Her cheeks burned as if she'd accidentally fallen asleep on the beach. Billie had one hand over her mouth, like she was trying her hardest not to laugh, while Harry was looking down at his feet. His cheeks matched Rey's.
She scrambled over to her laptop to turn off the music. Without it, the silence echoed in the quiet room until Harry cleared his throat.
"Nice to see you again," He smiled and scratched the back of his neck.
Rocking on the balls of her feet, Rey bit her lips and nodded. Billie looked between the two with furrowed brows.
"I'm missing something," She said. "Why are y'all being weird?"
You could always count on good, old, Southern Billie to be as blunt as possible in any and every situation. If you wanted someone to be subtle, you didn't want Billie. Nothing about the girl was subtle. Not the corkscrew curls in her afro, not her neon colored clothes, and especially not her personality. Billie was trying to keep her 4.0 gpa. She didn't have time to beat around the bush. Rey closed her eyes tight and squeezed the bridge of her nose. Harry laughed. Rey wished she could bottle up the deep hum that was his laugh so she could open it and use it whenever she needed inspiration.
Billie looked from Harry to Rey before shaking her head and walking into the kitchen. When she walked back in, with a glass of water and bag of chips in hand, Rey and Harry were still looking at each other awkwardly. Billie set her snack down on the battered coffee table before clapping her hands together.
"Ready to study finance?"
Harry's eyes dimmed as he nodded and sat beside Billie on the couch. Rey deflated. Finance? So he was a business major?
"I'm done for the day so take your time," Rey smiled and sneakily grabbed at the canvas on the easel. As if it wasn't already awkward, Harry didn't need to spend however long while he studied with his own face staring at him.
"It's only noon," Billie squinted her blue eyes at Rey. "Didn't you say you had a huge project due soon?"
Rey's eyes widened and she almost dropped the canvas in her hand. Shit. The massive, half-of-her-overall-grade project for her photography class that she'd forgotten about was due in two days. She somehow needed to find a subject for her portraits, take pictures, and edit them all in two days.
Slumping down into the bean bag chair on the opposite side of the room, Rey hugged the canvas to her chest. She could feel the wet paint sticking to the front of her already paint splattered pink tee shirt. When she looked up, Billie was looking at her with something nearing pity in her eyes. She knew how much this meant to Rey. Billie was also the first in her family to go to university. She knew, better than anyone, the pressure that Rey was under.
Billie set her notebook on the coffee table and scooted to the edge of the couch. Harry was looking at Rey with a small smile on his face. As if he didn't notice that, at that moment, Rey was going through all the reasons why she would fail out that semester.
"Harry's test isn't for another week. Do you mind if I help Rey with her crisis today instead?" Billie turned slightly towards Harry with a hesitant look on her face.
Harry shook his head. "Let's help Rey. Finance can wait."
Rey perked up at the sound of her name passing his lips. The canvas slipped from her arms as they loosened and slipped to the floor face up. Billie looked down and her eyes widened. Launching herself from the couch, she snatched the canvas from the floor and leaned it against the wall, facing inwards so that Harry wouldn't see. A true friend.
"Ok, so what do you need help with?” He asked.Rey cleared her throat. “I need a model and at least twenty good, useable portraits.”
"Harry can you model? My hair's not done." Billie said with a straight face. Her hair was, in fact, done and looking amazing that morning but nobody would dare argue with Billie. She was a future business lawyer. She had the whole 'I'm-Lying-But-I-Dare-You-To-Say-Otherwise' face down. It was better to stay on Billie's good side.
Without hesitation, Harry agreed. Rey grinned and ran into her room to change into a pair of light wash skinny jeans, a white tank top, and pink cropped bomber jacket. After running a brush through her hair, she grabbed the camera bag from it's place on the floor next to her nightstand and walked out the room.
•
They spent the majority of the afternoon walking from one side of campus to the other trying to find the perfect lighting. Billie kept checking the time on her watch and on her phone, as if the time would be radically different from one medium to the other. Rey was kneeling a few feet away from Harry, camera pointed upwards, as he looked up at a tree stoically when Billie cleared her throat.
"This has been super fun," Billie snorted. "But I have marketing in like twenty minutes. Toodles!"
Harry moved from the position he was in to stretch his neck. Rey bit her lip and looked back through the pictures they’d taken. She needed to submit twenty of her best photos. She’d taken nearly one hundred, so she was sure that she had enough. But she didn’t want the afternoon to end. Billie felt more like a babysitter than a friend that afternoon, in the way that she’d rushed Rey and gave her “pep talks” (which were just Billie reminding Rey that she had no time to be “lollygagging around”). Having some time alone with Harry was exactly what Rey needed.
“Have fun in class!” Rey called as Billie walked off. Turning to face Harry, she bit her lip. “Do you think you could spare another hour?”
He grinned and she felt her world spin. That feeling you get in your stomach when there’s turbulence on an airplane? That’s how Rey felt whenever Harry smiled. It was unsafe but she loved it.
His eyes were especially bright that day. Maybe it was the sun that seemed to come out just for Rey or maybe he was happier that day or maybe…maybe that’s what he looked like and she just didn’t remember. It was plausible. She barely remembered what he looked like that day in the stairwell when they met. She liked to think he just walked around with bright eyes and smile every day. She liked to think of him as happy.
“I’m all yours, Rey,”
If only.
•
By the time the pair finished, it was dark. The streets were full of students getting out of night classes, going to and from dinner, and enjoying the mild temperatures. In a few weeks it would be cold and nobody, not even Rey, would want to lay outside. It was a shame, though, because campus looked beautiful in the winter.
Rey held onto the strap of her camera bag tightly as the crowd jostled her. Harry placed his hands on Rey’s shoulders. She could feel the goosebumps erupt on her arms beneath her jacket. Swallowing hard, she looked up to find him already looking at her with a smirk on his face. He winked and looked forward, guiding her through the crowd so that nobody else would try to take her shoulder with them.
“You don’t have to walk me home,” Rey said when they walked past the crowd. “I’m sure you’ve got other things to do.”
“I really don’t,” He laughed and shook his head as he fell into step beside Rey. He looked down at her and the wide smile on his face caused his dimples to form. She stuffed her free hand in her pocket to keep from reaching up and poking the one closest to her. “Besides, I had fun today.”
She smiled and nodded. “Thanks again for helping. Not sure what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been there.”
“You would’ve had to do a series of selfies or rope Billie into agreeing to model,”
They laughed at just how absurd those suggestions were. Billie? Model? She would never. Rey was certain of that. Shit, she’d asked her many, many times over the past three years and the answer had always been an overwhelming ’NO.’ Eventually Rey stopped asking. She valued her friendship with Billie more than the pictures she knew she would be able to get. When Billie’s afro hit the light? Perfection.
But, Harry had been a good alternative.
Rey stuck her key into the door as Harry waited behind her. She opened the door, took a step inside, and turned to smile at Harry.
“Thanks, again, for today.”
“No problem,” He shrugged. “Anytime you need a model, let me know. I loved it.”
Rey’s eyes sparkled in the low light as she grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Is there any way I can see the finished product?”
“Of course! Here,” Rey handed him her cell phone after unlocking it. “Put your number in and I’ll text you when I finish editing so you can see them.”
“Perfect,” He tapped the screen quickly before calling himself. He handed the phone back. “Now I can send you my horrible iPhone pictures.”
Rey laughed. “I can’t wait to see them.”
“You say that now,” He laughed before backing up. “See you tomorrow.”
“See ya,” Rey waved as she closed the door and walked up to her apartment where Billie would, no doubt, be waiting for her in the living room to continue their latest binge watch.
•
No, that wasn’t right. The lighting was all off. The layer made Harry’s skin glow but darkened his eyes. Rey rubbed her eyes and deleted the layer. She’d been working on the pictures since that morning—forgoing her usual morning under the tree to get a head start on her project—and it was now nearing ten at night and she was still at it. At least she could see the finish line, now, as she worked on the last picture. The rest were stacked neatly in a folder, printed and ready to go. It was just this last one, Rey’s favorite, that was giving her trouble.
Her phone buzzed on the table in the computer lab. Without looking, she knew it was Harry. He’d been texting her all day beginning with a picture of his yogurt, blueberry, and granola smoothie bowl that morning. Rey still couldn’t figure out why they called it a smoothie if it was really just a parfait, right? She’d sent that thought to Harry, who’d apparently enjoyed a nice laugh, according to all the cry-laughing emoji’s he’d sent back.
Tearing her eyes from the computer screen, she snorted at the message on her phone screen. It was a selfie. Harry’s chin was resting on his fist, his eyes closed tight, with a pouty frown on his face. The text that accompanied it read, ‘when Rey refuses to let you see her pictures even tho you’re the star.’ She shook her head with a grin on her face before snapping her own selfie—a picture of her and the computer, with a tired look on her face that she didn’t have to try too hard on—and replying with a ‘when Rey is a perfectionist and spends all day sitting in a computer chair.’
Barely two seconds passed before her phone buzzed. Harry’s face—courtesy of one of the selfies he’d sent that morning, with his eyes crossed and a smile on his lips—showed up on her screen. She swiped to answer and held the phone between her ear and her shoulder.
“Are you in the lab still?” His voice was strained like he was walking up a hill and couldn’t catch his breath.
“Yeah…”
“Peachy. Byee.” He hung up, leaving Rey staring at her phone screen with an incredulous look on her face. Shaking her head, she placed her phone back on the table before leaning back in her chair to look at the portrait on the screen. Harry was laying in the grass beneath Rey’s favorite tree. His eyes were closed and he had a huge smile on his face, all teeth, that showed off his dimples to full effect. His skin was golden and glowing, his hair windswept, and his clothes perfect for the occasion. You’d be hard pressed to find an occasion on campus where black skinny jeans and a white tee shirt were unacceptable.
Plus, if you looked close enough, you could see Harry’s nipples straining against the threadbare fabric of his shirt. Those were the details that Rey lived for.
Exactly twenty minutes later, as Rey added a layer that accentuated the pink of Harry’s lips, the door swung open hitting the wall behind it and making Rey jump from her seat. Hand on her heart, she turned with a pencil in hand, held in a defensive position as if she was really about to stab someone with it. Rey wasn’t about that life. Unlike Mami, who had once pressed a knife against a stalkers’ throat when he tried to follow her home from work one night. Rey wished she was that badass.
“I come baring food.” Harry grinned and lifted a white plastic bag as if he hadn’t scared Rey half to death.
“Knock next time, bud,” Rey laughed and stood to stretch.
“But then I would’ve missed that cute jump thing you did,” He winked and set the food on an empty table before grabbing Rey by the hand and walking her over. He sat her in one of the chairs before pushing it in towards the table and sitting in the seat across from her. “I made a little something.”
“You didn’t have to do this,” Rey said. Her mouth watered as Harry brought two Tupperware bins from the bag. One was filled with white rice and the other with homemade sesame chicken and broccoli. Rey’s stomach rumbled.
“Have you eaten?”
Harry took two plates and two forks from the bag and placed one of each in front of Rey. She shook her head, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but he crossed his arms and raised a brow.
“Really.” He blinked, unamused. “How can you art at the highest level without eating?”
Rey laughed. “You can’t. That’s why I’ve been working on this one picture for almost four hours.”
She nodded her head towards the computer screen and Harry cut his eyes towards the screen for a moment before giving it a second glance. His mouth opened, jaw dropping slightly, before looking at Rey with raised eyebrows.
“That’s amazing.”
She scrunched her nose. “You think so? I can’t get the eyes right.”
“No, it’s perfect,” He said, breathless. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked that good in real life.”
“You looked that good yesterday,” Rey giggled. “How else would I have gotten the picture?”
He joined in her laughter. The melodic sound was sweeter than any other Rey had ever heard. If she were only allowed to listen to one sound for the rest of her life, she would choose his laugh. Every time.
“You could have drawn it,” He winked and she knew that he knew. That he’d seen the canvas the day before, somehow, before she and Billie had gotten a chance to hide it.
Rey looked away and cringed. “About that…”
“It’s flattering,” He shrugged one shoulder. “Draw me like one of your French girls and all that.”
She couldn’t keep her laugh from bubbling out. She was glad that she hadn’t taken that moment to sip from the bottle of water that he’d brought her. Could you imagine? Accidentally spitting water on Harry because he knew that she had at least one canvas with his face drawn on it. That would have been the most embarrassing moment of her life. And she lived through her parents chaperoning senior prom.
“Best movie reference ever.” She said through laughter.
“I aim to please,” He winked before tucking into his portion of rice and chicken. They ate in silence for a while, trading glances when the other thought they weren’t looking, and blushing whenever their eyes met. Rey had a permanent smile on her face. By the time they finished eating, she was itching to get back to work on the last portrait. "Can I stay until you finish or do you want me to go so you can focus?"
"No, stay! I'm almost done," She pointed at the bulging folder with the stack of other pictures. "You can look at the other pictures while I finish if you want."
Harry sat in the chair next to Rey and snatched the folder from the desk before leaning back and opening the folder. As she put a few finishing touches on the last picture—which, honestly, looked better than it had before she ate—Harry carefully looked through the fragile prints. Every so often he'd stop and stare at one or gasp when he shuffled to the next one. It made Rey's heart burst.
She clicked print and leaned back in her chair. Exhaling, she turned her head to smile at Harry. He was looking at her incredulously.
"This is amazing," He lifted the folder in the air, careful not to bend the pictures. "You're so good at this."
"Thank you," Rey said softly. She looked away and debated whether she should say what she wanted to or keep it to herself. Before she could overthink it, she looked back at Harry. "This isn't even my preferred medium. I'm more of a canvas and paint kinda gal."
"I'd like to see you work your magic with a paintbrush,"
Rey blushed. "If you're lucky."
"Oh, I hope to be very lucky," He murmured. Leaning into Rey, he smirked as his eyes shifted between her eyes and lips. She licked her lips and all of his attention focused there. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," Rey breathed shakily as Harry leaned closer and closer until their lips barely touched. His were soft, unlike other boys' lips she'd kissed during her time in university, and she was glad for it. Nothing was worse than kissing chapped lips.
He grazed her bottom lip with his teeth and she leaned into him. The feel of his lips on hers was unlike any other. There was a deeper connection there, something bubbling just under the surface, that Rey was eager to discover. She placed her hands on his shoulders and scooted as close as the chair allowed.
Harry sensed that she wanted to be closer and scooped her up into his lap. She maneuvered her legs to straddle his lap as he placed his hands on either side of her face. The kiss had gone from innocent, soft, unsure to rough, primal, passionate. Hands roamed from cheeks to waist to hips to the curves of their backs. Harry held Rey's ass in one hand and her neck in the other. Rey moved closer as if there were any empty space between them.
The only sound in the room were their loud, labored breathing. Harry's lips moved down Rey's jaw to her neck. She squealed when he licked just beneath her ear. She was ticklish.
The doorknob jiggled but the couple couldn't hear it through the haze of lust. Someone cleared their throat and knocked on the door loudly until Harry leaned back from Rey. There was a student worker in the doorway. He didn't look as if he'd just walked in on two people making out.
"Lab's closing," The student worker said in a bored tone before closing the door behind them.
Rey placed her forehead on Harry's as they laughed before gathering up their things and heading home.
•
Rey and Harry walk down the street hand-in-hand as the sun set behind the buildings between them and Harry’s apartment. A month had passed since their first pseudo-date in the computer lab and they’d been inseparable ever since. Sleepovers at each others’ apartments, making out all night, skipping classes to lay tangled in bed talking about everything under the sun. Billie gave them a lecture about responsibility whenever she caught them laying in a makeshift tent in the living room watching movies and sharing sweet, sugary, Reeses’ flavored kisses.
“Billie has people over this weekend,” She murmured.
“Say no more,” He pressed a kiss to her temple as they cut through an alley towards Harry’s apartment. One that he didn’t have to share with any roommates, thanks to his very rich parents. That was the one topic that Rey and Harry hadn’t touched on: her family. She knew that, as soon as he found out that she was struggling, he would try to help her. He would start leaving money around her room or in her backpack or things like that and Rey wasn’t the type of person to accept charity easily. She didn’t want to feel like someone was pitying her.
Especially not if that someone was Harry. He was her boyfriend, not her sugar daddy.
His apartment was bigger than the one she shared with Billie. It was better for creating pillow forts, better for making dinner, and better for painting thanks to the large bay windows in the living room. The appliances were all stainless steel, the cabinets were dark (real) wood, and the countertops were marble. The bathroom matched the kitchen. It also had a rain showered and a bidet, which reminded Rey of her Tia Madrina Norma’s house back in Puerto Rico. The bedroom looked like every minimalistic bedroom picture online. White sheets, white duvet, one picture above the bed (Rey would change that real quick), a leafy, green plant towering in the corner, two silver nightstands, and a matching desk. The warmest room was the living room. A grey couch, dark blue pillows, cream throw blanket, dark wood coffee table sitting atop a dark blue shag carpet, the same silver nightstands from Harry’s room acted as side tables in the living room. Plus, there was a giant tv/video game/sound system on one wall.
Basically it was Rey’s dream apartment, minus the lack of art.
“Pick a movie,” Harry called as he walked into the kitchen.
Rey unzipped her boots and placed them by the front door before taking off her leather jacket and hanging it up on a hook next to the door. Harry’s apartment looked like a Real Adult’s house and it made Rey laugh whenever she thought about it. The first time he brought her over he’d told her that his mom decorated it. It showed. Tucking back into the couch, she tucked the throw blanket around her lap and turned Netflix on.
Their tastes in movies and tv were similar so Rey felt no hesitance in searching for a Nicholas Sparks movie. By the time Harry plopped next to Rey she had the movie on the tv ready for her to press play. He placed a bowl of popcorn in her lap and ripped open a bag of M&M’s before tossing them in with the popcorn.
They’d gone on their fourth date earlier that night. He bought tickets for a local theater performance and then they’d had dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant. All of it felt more like two kids playing house than anything else. But maybe that’s what life was. Everyone just going through, pretending like they knew what they were doing, when in reality nobody knew what was next. What Rey wouldn’t give for a roadmap.
Rey blinked to focus her eyes back on the movie. Twenty minutes had passed, somehow, as she’d thought about the state of her life. Harry placed an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his body. It was strong next to her own and she suddenly felt grounded. More alive than she’d felt in months, since her last visit home.
He turned his head suddenly and caught her staring. A cute blush colored his cheeks as he smiled sweetly. She kneeled on the couch and placed a hand behind his head. With the barest amount of pressure from her fingers, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Rey leaned back on the couch slowly all the while making sure their lips were connected. He licked her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, her tongue stroking his.
She pressed down on his ass and he laid down on her with most of his weight being supported by one of his arms holding onto the side of the couch. The feel of his hard dick against her thigh made her bite his bottom lip. He grunted against her lips and trailed his other hand over her stomach. That’s when she broke the kiss. Not because she wanted to, but because she was ticklish and he touched one of her weak points.
Harry’s eyes were molten when she looked back up at him. They were darker than she’d ever seen them; nearing the color of the ocean on a stormy day. He flexed his hand and wrapped it around her hip before dragging her body against his. She ground her hips up against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt like she was sixteen again dry humping with her crush in a dark corner of the gym during the Homecoming dance.
“Is this okay?” He murmured against her lips. His hands were on the buttons of her blouse. Rey nodded scared to speak just in case a moan would escape. God. All they were doing was dry humping and she was already gone.
His long fingers grazed her skin as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She squirmed beneath him wishing he would just hurry up and take her clothes off. There was no need to take three minutes to take someone’s shirt off like, no.
As soon as her shirt was unbuttoned, she sat up and reached her hands underneath Harry’s white tee-shirt to whip it up over his body and toss to the side. Biting her lip, she grazed her fingers down his torso. Leaning closer, she reached her tongue out to lick the planes of his stomach. He shuddered and unbuttoned his jeans so fast. While he stood to remove them, Rey did the same. Within moments they were tangled on the couch again hands and lips roaming.
“Oh,” She groaned, feeling him lick his way from her neck up to her ear. She gripped onto his side before pushing him away. “Condom.”
Without so much as a reply, Harry hopped off the couch and ran back into his room. When he walked back into the living room, in all his naked splendor, he had a fist full of condoms and a cocky smile on his face.
“Are we doing a sex marathon?” Rey nodded at his hand and laughed.
“That’s up to you,” He winked, opened one of the packages, and rolled the condom over his hard dick. Rey’s mouth watered but there would be time for blowjobs later.
Harry laid on top of Rey and they continued their make out session. Before long, it was all biting and licking and touching. When he placed his fingers against her clit for the first time, Rey gasped. She’d been so distracted by his tongue licking around her nipples that she hadn’t thought to pay attention to what his hands were doing.
Reaching out to return the favor, Rey pumped his dick in her hand and felt as his body shuddered. He reached down and moved her hand away from his dick to position it in front of her entrance. Neither of them could wait any longer.
The first feeling of his dick against her pussy was like nothing she’d ever felt. With her past boyfriends, sex had just been something for their benefit. With Harry, he already had her careening towards orgasm and they’d barely gotten started. He held onto her hips as he slid slowly inside her. Rey’s head tipped back as Harry’s dick filled her up perfectly.
It was when he licked his fingers and rubbed them against her clit that she lost it. Completely. Lost. It. She moaned without a care or thought to Harry’s neighbors—a lovely older lady next door and a family of four upstairs. The only thing Rey cared about was the way his fingers felt against her skin.
He pulled out slightly before pushing back in a little rougher. With each thrust he began going faster and faster. It drove Rey wild. She pulled on his neck because she needed to feel his lips on hers. The combination of the kisses, his fingers on her clit, and his dick inside her took her over the edge. She screamed out loud before Harry could cover her mouth with his to stifle the noise. Moments later, his head tilted back and he grunted as he came.
“Let me take a nap before round two,” Rey said through a yawn. Harry giggled as Rey pressed her back to his front. He held her close to his body and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Rey couldn’t believe Harry was still half-hard, poking against the back of her thigh. She tingled between her legs and, without thinking, turned in his arms and stole a kiss. Harry’s hands reached down to her ass and brought her as close as possible to his body. His dick twitched against her pussy as Harry kissed down the column of her neck.
They did, in fact, use all of those condoms that night.
•
If Billie thought Harry and Rey were inseparable before, after that day? Well, they may as well have been conjoined twins. Harry waited outside of Rey’s classes with her favorite coffee. Rey sat outside Harry’s lectures as she completed the homework that didn’t require extensive supplies. And that was on days where they even went to class.
At the moment, Rey was taking advantage of Harry sleeping in her bed to continue her final project for her visual arts class. It was, unsurprisingly, a portrait of Harry. She was barely beginning the work, she’d just finished drawing it on the canvas, but she already knew it would be her favorite of the Harry Series, as the man himself had taken to calling them. Rey smiled. She couldn’t have asked for someone better to enter her life. He understood her completely and encouraged her. It’s what she needed.
She sat with a canvas atop a tarp on the floor. After opening the paints, she took her time mixing the greens to the perfect color. She knew that green by heart, now. She decided to start with the base color of the eyes and work her way out.
By the time Harry woke, she’d been working for nearly thirty minutes. The base of his face was complete but she’d stopped since she couldn’t decide if she wanted him to be clothed or naked. Should she share the intimate knowledge she had of his tattoos with the world (ok, it was just her class but) or should she keep it to herself? He yawned drawing her from her thoughts.
“That’s one good looking dude.” He laughed.
Rey joined in on his laughter before looking from the canvas to Harry.
"Wanna help?" She smirked as she dragged her eyes over the exposed skin of his torso that peeked out from under the thin blanket on her bed. Just knowing that he was naked underneath made her mouth water. Knowing how perfectly her lips fit around his dick…the thought seemed to go straight from her mind to between her legs.
He stood, in all his naked glory, and his dick ended up nearly in Rey’s face. Biting her lip, she sat up on her knees and licked up the underside.
“Fuck,” The word was ripped from his throat as he almost fell backwards onto the mattress. She pressed a hand to his thigh, squeezing it to feel the muscle beneath, and sucked the tip of his dick before sitting back on her feet. He looked down, dazed, before leaning the canvas against the wall. When he came back, he grabbed Rey’s hand and led her to lay on the tarp. The leftover paint was cold against her skin but she didn’t care.
All she knew was she needed him, now.
•
When Rey woke that cold, foggy morning in November it was to Harry sliding a finger up and down her spine. Goosebumps erupted on her arms as she registered the feeling. The clock read eleven thirty nine am. She’d missed an art history lecture and Harry missed a finance lecture. But both knew the powerpoint information was already on the class’ website. She stretched and nuzzled towards Harry’s shoulder. The freezing tip of her nose pressed against the warm skin of Harry’s shoulder made him shiver.
“Morning, beautiful,” Harry whispered. He pressed a kiss to the top of Rey’s head. She wondered how she’d gotten so lucky. Everything about the past few months since they started dating felt like a dream. With Harry by her side Rey no longer struggled to paint. In fact, she was knocking out between three and five large canvas paintings a week, depending on how busy she and Harry were in their extracurricular activities.
“Morning,” She said. Rey lifted her head to press a kiss to Harry’s chin. He ducked his head down to graze her lips with his. Before long Rey was straddling his hips with her hands in his hair. He brushed his lips across her cheek, on her jaw, and down her neck making her giggle. The sound disappeared as soon as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to the spot directly below her ear. She leaned her head back in pleasure as he sucked on her neck. He enjoyed giving hickeys and she enjoyed receiving them.
A moan burst from her throat as one of Harry’s hands snuck back to grip her ass while he nibbled on her ear. That was Rey’s new routine. Wake up beside Harry, have sex, and then paint. Sometimes she’d even make it to her afternoon classes. She placed her hands on the back of his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair. It was silky and she couldn’t get enough of running her hands through it.
Harry set a foot on the bed and rolled so that he was on top of Rey. She bit her lip and looked at him with a smirk. Before she could register what was going on, he was pressing kisses down her body. Her breath left her body in an abnormal rhythm as she arched her back and moaned. Harry got to her thighs and paused. She leaned up on her elbows after registering the loss of contact.
He was looking at her pussy like it was the last morsel of food on Earth and he was starving. Like it held all the answers in the universe. Like it was the only thing keeping Harry afloat. Rey watched as he lowered his head to blow on her clit. The air on her slick skin made her shiver with anticipation. He pressed a hand to her lower stomach, knowing that she was more than just a little ticklish, before lowering his mouth to press a kiss just above where she wanted it most.
A whine sounded from Rey’s throat and Harry chuckled. His laugh sounded rough, gravelly, and it only made her want him more. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
“You’re taking too lon…” Rey’s voice trailed off as Harry pressed his mouth to her clit. Her arms gave out a moment later and she plopped back down into the pillows. “Oh, God.”
Harry laughed against her sensitive skin, the vibrations giving another dimension to the sensation, and Rey gasped. She felt like she was wound too tight, like all she needed was for Harry to stick a finger inside her, to fill her so she could come undone.
As if he could read her mind, he thrust one finger, and then a second, inside her as he sucked harder on her clit. Squealing, Rey squirmed beneath the hand that was holding her against the bed. If it wasn’t there she may have twisted and turned until she fell off the bed. The sensation was too strong and she couldn’t handle it for much longer.
“Fuck me,” She whispered. Grabbing Harry’s shoulder, she tried to pull him up her body but he resisted. He pumped his fingers inside her faster and faster and sucked on her clit until she screamed. Her orgasm came as a full body reaction. Toes curled, head thrown back against the pillows, eyes screwed shut, hand covering her mouth to muffle the moans, back arched.
When she opened her eyes again a few moments later, stars floated on the ceiling as she struggled to catch her breath.
Harry’s arrogant smirk was the first thing she saw when she ripped her eyes away from the ceiling. She glared.
“Don’t be like that,” He caressed down her cheek. She could smell herself on his hand. Reaching a hand up, she gripped the back of his neck and brought his face to hers. The kiss was rough. Rey bit Harry’s bottom lip and dragged it with her as she leaned back. He retaliated by licking in her mouth, making sure she could taste herself on his tongue, before sucking on her bottom lip. When she had enough of the teasing, she reached back and handed him a condom from the nightstand. After quickly rolling it on, he tossed the package somewhere behind him.
They looked at the apex of her thighs, the space Harry kneeled between, his dick just inches from the place they both desperately wanted it to be. Rey licked her lips and reached a hand up to her chest. Tweaking one of her nipples, she moaned to urge Harry on. He placed his hands on her hips and dragged the tip of his dick up and down her folds. The warmth encouraging him to enter.
Tired of the games, Rey placed a hand on Harry’s ass and squeezed. His hips jerked forward unintentionally and Rey gasped as he slowly entered her. So that’s how he wanted to play. He wanted slow, Rey could do slow.
Reaching a hand up to his face, she smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he laid his head on her shoulder and took a long, shuddering breath before moving his hips again. Slowly, a rhythm slower than they’d ever attempted during sex before, and it hit Rey as she stared into Harry’s beautiful, bright green eyes.
This was love.
When people spoke about making love, this is what they meant. Feeling like you could spend all day, all night—the rest of your life, even—stuck in this embrace. Knowing that the person you were sharing that moment with could be the person you would share the rest of your life with. Realizing that everyone that had come before Harry had just been practice for this. Trial and error that led her to the love of her life.
A tortured gasp wrenched itself from deep in Rey’s throat. Harry leaned forward to press his lips to hers in the softest kiss they’d shared. His breath was erratic against her lips. She ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the shorter pieces at the bottom, and pressed a kiss to his chin. Harry growled and started thrusting faster.
“Yes,” The word passed Rey’s lips without her even realizing it. She grit her teeth and reached a hand out to grip the sheets. Harry hitched one of her legs over his hip to reach deeper within her. The noise Rey made next couldn’t be described. It was a moan, but it was also a scream. It was a growl, but it was also a whine. It was something altogether new that neither had ever heard before.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed throughout Harry’s apartment.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry chanted as he tried to angle Rey’s hips in the perfect way. He was close. She could see the glint in his eye and feel his dick twitching inside her. She wanted them to come together. A symbolic gesture of their love.
She wasn’t ready, but she would be. Reaching a hand down to her clit, she quickly brought herself to the edge. When Harry noticed what she was doing, he replaced her hand with his. His steady rhythm turned erratic as his hips and hand struggled to continue while he held off his orgasm until he heard her first gasp. Her head shook from side to side as the feeling took over her entire body. It was like a wave crashing. The beginning, as the wave grew tall, was the build up: the tingling, kisses in unexpected places, and soft moans. The wave racing towards the shoreline was the middle: erratic, loud, impatient. And the end, when the wave finally crashed against your feet, was the best part: the back arching, screaming, tingles that gave way to pulsing sensations deep in Rey’s core. It was those sensations that finally brought Harry over the edge, too, as he came with a roar before his elbow gave out and he fell half on Rey’s body, half on the bed.
They stared in each others’ eyes for a long time. Rey debated whether it was the right time to confess her feelings. Should she tell Harry that she loved him after only four months? Was she in love with him? It could have been a heat of the moment feeling. Was it love or did he just give good dick?
But then he smiled and she knew. She loved him.
•
They stayed in bed all day talking. They’d covered favorite superheroes, movies, childhood cartoons, and books before falling into a comfortable silence. Rey had a leg hiked over Harry’s torso while he kept one arm around her back the other on his stomach, lazily running his fingers up and down her arm.
“Tell me about your family,” He whispered.
Rey hid her face in his chest and shook her head. He leaned back to look in her eyes.
“I want to know everything about you,”
She took a moment to consider what to do. She thought about what they’d just shared, the knowledge that she loved him already, and knew that telling him about her baggage was the least she could do. Even if she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide bitterness that came when she spoke about her family.
“My family isn’t…like yours,” Rey sighed and sat up. The blanket slid down her torso exposing her bare breasts. She ran a hand through her hair before turning slightly to face Harry. “We don’t vacation in the south of Spain or buy three hundred dollar jeans or go out for dinner every day. We struggle. We’ve struggled as far as I can remember.”
Harry placed a hand on Rey’s knee but stayed silent. She was glad. For so long she’d ignored the realities of her family and the situation they have been in for decades—centuries, even—and it felt cathartic to just let it all out. To talk to someone who wasn’t family or Billie, who was technically family at this point, because they would just tell Rey that things would get better. Don’t worry, Rey, once you’re a big time artist we’ll be fine. Don’t worry, amor, we’re hard workers and we’ll make it.
But what if they didn’t? What if, despite how hard they worked, it didn’t get better? Nothing was promised. And that whole ‘pick-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps’ mentality was bullshit. Mami had worked three jobs until getting a full time position when Rey was ten and they were still poor. So fuck your bootstraps.
“My mom works nearly sixty hours a week. She goes two weeks without a day off, sometimes more, just so that I can be here.” Rey took a deep, shuddering breath. Her voice broke and chin wobbled as she fought the tears. “This isn’t just the beginning of the rest of my life. It’s the beginning of the rest of my families’ lives.”
“I can’t imagine the pressure you’re under.”
She sniffled and turned to face him head on, her legs crossed and hands in her lap, she never thought she’d be comfortable sitting naked with someone. But there Harry was. And not only was she comfortable with him, he knew exactly what to say to comfort her. Like he’d been built especially for her.
Looking down at her lap, she smiled. Harry sat up and mimicked her position.
“I wouldn’t trade them for the world, though. Despite the pressure, and the expectations, I wouldn’t be who I am without them.”
He leaned forward, placed a hand behind her neck, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She closed her eyes and exhaled. With it left all of the tension from her body.
“Tell me more about them. What is your mum like?”
“Mami is a loose cannon. Sometimes she’ll say things that are kind of…off the wall but she’s the most loyal person I know. She’s so friendly, too. She can walk into an elevator and walk out two minutes later with three new friends.” Rey grinned. “She’s my best friend.”
From there, the pair spent hours talking about Rey’s family members. She told Harry about Titi Milta’s glass eye, playing dominos with her Tio Luis, and all about the food that her family came together to make during the holidays. Rey nuzzled Harry’s shoulder while he ran a hand over her hair before laying it on the small of her back.
“You should visit for Christmas,” Rey yawned. “I can get you drunk off coquito and we can watch my cousins light fireworks and…”
Harry looked down at Rey when she didn’t continue speaking only to find that she’d fallen asleep. Silly girl. She was always falling asleep on him. He pressed a long kiss to her temple before looking down at her.
“I love you, Rey,” He whispered.
#1dff#one direction fanfiction#harry styles fanfction#this is like 90% smut but#i love it lmao it was so much fun to write#something something art school au
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Oooh can you write about the reader surprising Gabe with the news that she's pregnant ( I don't mind how you do it) ❤
((So….saw this figurine…and was like…I could see like gifting Gabe this and…it snowballed from there http://www.bowbrookstudios.co.uk/graphics/1375.jpg ))
‘I have a surprise for you. Our room, 6 PM sharp. Got it?’
‘Yea yeah. See you then.’
‘Love you, grumpy.’
‘Love you too, ditzy.’
Excited butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you placed your phone down, fingers unconsciously settling onto your lower abdomen. A giddy grin tugged at your lips as your hands gently smoothed over the area, over the baby, your baby. Dr. Villeneuve had told you that you were seven weeks along after you had gone in requesting an antiemetic for the ‘stomach bug’ you thought you had picked up from a mission in Seoul. While the doctor had started the paperwork to have you transferred to administrative and desk duties, you asked for a short hold so that you could inform Gabriel of the information before the temporary transfer landed on his desk. That was yesterday.
Today you had taken a day of personal time and ventured into Geneva; picking up items for tonight’s special surprise for the man. Groceries for dinner, a pregnancy test, as well as a gift box and a special surprise you had stumbled upon on your way back to the headquarters. Reluctantly you pulled your hands away from the bulge that was beginning to distend from your lower stomach and ran them over the wrapped gift box. You had chosen to encase the surprise in his favorite colors; black wrapping paper, silver ribbons and a giant deep purple bow placed at the top right hand corner of the box. Was it a bit overdramatic? Maybe. But so were they and any good news deserved to be celebrated in a grandiose way. Especially this.
Glancing at your phone you stared at the numbers that blinked back at you. 4:12 PM. Nodding your head you rolled up the sleeves of your blouse as you began the prep work for the dinner.
“Ah! Gabe? Stop stop stop! Don’t move!”
You hurriedly picked up the bowl of hand tossed salad and placed it on the table next to the feta and spinach crusted salmon, turning on the heel of your foot and jogging towards the door. You couldn’t hide the giddy grin that spread across your face as you caught sight of Gabriel, the man sniffing the air slightly, brow furrowed. Stopping in front of him, you watched the expression on his face change as he caught sight of you, his mildly confused look shifting into a small, surprised smile. You had decided to spruce up your appearance while the salmon cooked; you had changed into a soft pink midi dress, an apron still tied loosely around your waist. You had even applied a bit of makeup, a sweep of gloss across your lips, eyeliner and mascara on your eyes, a naturally excited blush on your cheeks. Fishing your phone from the apron’s front pocket, you pulled it out and glanced at the time before giving a hearty nod. 5:46 PM.
“Good job”, you praised taking a half step forward and giggling softly when Gabriel opened his arms up for you.
You moved into his embrace, humming happily as you were enveloped by his warmth, your arms wrapping tight around him. It felt like you were practically buzzing with excitement, Gabriel dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He still smelt like his cologne from this morning, dressed in his dark slacks and hoodie, the beanie pulled down over his head of loose curls.
“Dressed up and dinner”, Gabe murmured against the top of your head pulling back just enough so he could look down at you. Your heart melted as his eyes connected with yours, a tender sweetness in his gaze as he stared at you. These were the moments that you absolutely adored; the way the Gabe could look at you and make it feel like you were the center of the universe, mirthful warmth filling you from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, every part of you feeling completely enraptured by him. He would be such a good father. That thought made even more butterflies fill your insides. “What’s the occasion, cariño?”
“I have a surprise for you”, you practically hummed, standing on your tiptoes and placing a soft kiss against his jawline. Pulling away from his arms, you gently laced your hands with his and pulled Gabe further into the apartment. “Ta-da! My specialty salmon and freshly tossed salad. But surprise first!”
Glancing over your shoulder you watched Gabe’s brows shoot up in surprise before the dark skinned man’s expression morphed into one of pure adoration and curiosity. Walking in front of him, you moved to the other side of the dining room table and pulled out your chair for him. You waited until he was sitting to slide the black wrapped gift in front of him, your face burning darker as your heart began to speed up. You gnawed slightly on your bottom lip as he made a show of taking his time, his glance and smirk that he threw your way making that obvious. You pouted briefly before he assented, the soft, rich baritone of his chuckle sending shivers up and down your spine. Your hands laid against your lower abdomen again, whether to quell the explosion of butterflies or subconsciously touch where the true surprise laid, you didn’t know.
“A card”, Gabe questioned as he pulled off the lid, tissue paper hiding the other gifts that laid in wait. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you watched him pick up the handwritten card, the pregnancy test taped to the back of it. “Let’s see… ‘Owl bet you’ll be excited by this!’…really Y/N?”
“Keep reading!”
“So–oh my god–so have a hoot and rip the rest of this paper up”, Gabriel finished with a snicker, glancing at your blushing face from over the card. You motioned at the box, trying to contain your giddiness as he easily pulled the crinkling tissue paper away. “You really are something else querida…you know th—-”
It felt like your heart might burst as he finally tore through the black and purple tissue paper, his hands stilling as he looked from the gift back up to you and back. Your smile was practically splitting your face as you watched his reaction to the figurines you had purchased. He had only torn half the paper off, only revealing one of the finely sculpted and painted barn owls, the male. Gabriel’s love of owls was no secret to you, on missions he could name various species of the birds, securing dates at local sanctuaries and even having a picture of a snowy owl as the background to his cell phone. His hands quickly tore through the rest of the paper quickly, jaw going slack as he stared at the figurine you had given him. The base of the clay item was made to look like a three, the dips and hollows in the barks expertly sculpted and painted to look like an oak tree. Two adult barn owls stood on the left and right branch of the base; black eyes, tan and white feathered body and faces looking so lifelike that a slight nudge might make them take off. In between the adults sat one chick, feathers cream colored and fluffy, the clay baby bird somehow looking soft as its real world counterpart.
“You like it”, you questioned only to squeak as Gabe’s arms wrapped around your center, yanking you into his lap. He was grinning as he pressed multiple kisses against the back of your head and side of your cheek. You giggled breathily, arms resting over his as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, hand moving into the scraps of discarded paper and finding the small stick that had accidentally been tossed to the side.
“I love it”, Gabriel stated quickly, honestly, one of his hands lifting up and gently stroking the case. He was clearly enthralled by the statue, but with this one last piece it would pull the rest of this together.
“I…I have one last thing for you”, you stated quickly, the words tumbling out of your lips quickly. You grabbed his hand with your empty one before dropping the pregnancy test in his hand. He lifted it so that he could see it over your shoulder, freezing perfectly still as his eyes read the small digital display. Giddiness welled up in your chest as you felt him begin to turn you in his lap, his eyes meeting yours as you tried to resist the quiver that wanted to take over your vocal chords. “Surprise!”
“En serio”, he asked, voice breathless, dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears. You nodded, your own eyes prickling as tears threatened to fall from your own eyes, dipping your head forward to press against his.
He was shaking, his lips crashing into yours as emotions overcame him, his arms wrapping around you bruisingly tight before quickly releasing you, his hands moving to your abdomen. He pulled away from your lips, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared and touched your stomach, thumbs moving in slow circles near your belly button. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, pushing his tears away as you nuzzled against him. Children were dreamy talk to the both of you, neither one of you genuinely knowing if you could get pregnant. The both of you had been exposed to acrid, volatile chemicals, various physical injuries and even slight radiation. Combined with Gabriel’s genetic modifications through SEP, there were so many unknowns that could possibly prevent it and yet…
“How many weeks”, Gabriel asked when he found his voice again, the rich baritone thick with emotion. His large hands still rested against your middle, the warmth of his skin easily bleeding through the fabric of the apron and dress.
“Seven weeks”, you answered instantly, giving a watery giggle as his eyes lifted up to you in shock. You could see another question forming in his mind and answered it before he could ask. “I found out yesterday, the doc already has my paperwork ready to go…asked her to wait so I could surprise you with the news.”
Gabriel gave a slight bark of laughter as he leaned his head up and pressed a hard kiss to your lips once more.
“Best fucking surprise ever.”
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How to Handle a Nico: Second Valentine’s
Primary Pairing: NicoMaki
Implied Pairings: KotoUmi, RinPana, TsubaHono
Words: ~1.6k
Rating: K
Time Frame: February of Maki's 2nd year of high school and Nico's 1st year of college.
Story Arc: Stand Alone
List of all HtHaN scenes
“Maki-chan!” The orange haired girl bounced over to the redhead as soon as she rounded the corner. “Maki-chan! Happy Valentine’s Day!” She shoved a package in the taller girl’s face. “Kayo-chin and I made it, nya!”
“Thank you.” Maki said, a little gruffer than she intended, as she pulled the gift away from her nose, but accepted it anyway. Holding it at a better distance to view it properly, she inspected it. “This… is really intricately designed. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, Maki-chan.” Hanayo spoke up. “Rin-chan learned a lot from Umi-chan and Nozomi-chan last year, so this year, she decided to teach me.”
Maki smiled as she continued to examine the chocolate. “I almost don’t want to eat it.”
“That’s no good, Maki-chan!” Rin said, crossing her arms. “You can’t let such delicious chocolate go to waste. We tried some of the ones that didn’t turn out as good and even those were delicious.”
The redhead rolled her eyes. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to eat it. I was just complimenting your craftsmanship.”
“Oh, I see, nya.” The cat-like girl beamed. “So…”
Maki sighed. “Of course, I have some to give you two in return.”
“Hehe…”
Maki retrieved two bags tied with colorful ribbons, one yellow and one green. In doing so, her hand brushed against another package in her tote and she couldn’t help but smile as she saw it. She then handed the two cellophane bags to her fellow second years who immediately expressed their gratitude.
“I’ve never heard of this brand.” Hanayo admitted, eyeing the company logo on the foil wrappers on each piece of chocolate.
“One of my parents’ colleges introduced us to it recently when they brought some back from their vacation in Europe.” Maki explained. “We’ve come to like it, and I thought you guys would as well.”
Rin’s eyes widened. “You went to Europe to buy us chocolate?”
“Of course not. I bought it online.” Maki deadpanned. “Geez, Rin, you just saw me yesterday.”
“You could have gone over the weekend, nya.”
“We hung out last weekend, so you saw me then as well.”
“Oh, yeah…”
“Anyway, we should probably get to class.”
Her fellow second years agreed and the group headed up the stairs leading toward their school. En route, Maki checked her phone to find that no new notifications had come in. She quickly typed a message and sent it.
“Wha-!?” Umi sputtered, stepping back from her shoe locker as several packages tumbled out.
“You’re getting as popular as Eli-chan.” Kotori remarked, smiling sweetly.
Umi flinched as she realized something felt off about the other girl’s smile.
“Oh, wow, Umi-chan, did Kotori-chan give you all of those?” Rin asked, skipping up to the two third years.
“I don’t believe so.” The blue-haired girl replied. “Kotori and I already exchanged chocolates earlier this morning.”
“T-to my dearest Umi-senpai…” Hanayo read from a small card that happened to be facing up as she knelt to help clean up the scattered gifts. “Uhm…”
“It’s probably some first year with a silly crush.” Maki said, joining the group. “The younger girls seem to really like the cool types like you and Eli.”
Rin furrowed her brow. “Hm, I guess I never saw her as the cool type…”
“What? Yes she is. We had that song, soldier game, and Nico-chan and Hanayo insisted that a cool song like that needed to be sung by the three cool girls of the group.”
The orange-haired girl smirked. “I wasn’t talking about Umi-chan.”
“What the heck?” Maki repeated her habitual phrase. “I don’t get it.”
“Well, if the cool girls of µ’s are getting lockers stuffed with chocolates, you should be careful opening yours Maki-chan.” Kotori pointed out.
“Maybe.” The second year shrugged. “If it is, you guys can have it.”
“Maki-chan, that’s cruel.” Hanayo pleaded. “You can’t just disregard their feelings like that.”
“But I’m not interested in some underclassman’s crush.”
“Right, you’re interested in someone else, nya!” Rin laughed.
“What? No!” Maki insisted. “That’s not what I meant! I don’t have time for things like dating and crushes or whatever.”
“Made it!” Another orange-haired girl collapsed against the lockers, breathing heavily.
“Honoka-chan?” Kotori inquired. “Are you alright?”
“Did you run here?” Umi asked, also showing concern for her friend.
“Yeah…” Honoka panted. “I… thought I was going to be late.”
“Overslept again?” Maki asked.
“I didn’t oversleep!” the former leader of µ’s insisted. “I actually got up on time today!”
“So what happened?” Umi asked.
“Tsubasa-chan stopped by to drop off some Valentine’s chocolate.” Honoka admitted. “And I kind of lost track of time talking with her…” She grinned sheepishly before digging through her bag. “But look!” She held out her gift to show it off. “They have ‘Ho’ on them! And she made them herself! Isn’t that awesome?”
“It’s wonderful.” Kotori smiled gently.
“So what did you give her?” Rin inquired.
Honoka’s eyes widened. “Oh no!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t give her anything! She totally caught me off guard with her gift and I wasn’t prepared or anything.” Her gaze drifted to the chocolates still on the floor under Umi’s locker. “Umi-chan! Let me have some of yours!”
“Honoka.” The blue-haired girl scolded. “You can’t give Tsubasa someone else’s chocolate.”
“But what do I do?” Honoka pleaded. “I don’t want to have to wait until next month to give her something in return!”
“I can help you pick out something after school.” Kotori offered.
“I shall accompany you as well.” Umi added. “We will help you pick out a gift for Tsubasa.”
“Awww… Thanks you guys…” Honoka sported a relieved smile that quickly turned to one that held more excitement. “Oh! But I do have some for all of you!” That said, she began pulling a set of small boxes out of her tote to distribute among the other five girls.
Over the next few minutes, the group exchanged the gifts they had brought for one another before heading to class. Just outside the classroom door, Maki checked her phone again. Nothing. She frowned, typed another message, sent it and made her way to her desk.
Maki stared at her phone as she sat on the piano bench in the music room. It was a strange feeling, being the one sending all the messages without getting a timely response. The situation was usually reversed. Was this how she usually felt when Maki didn’t immediately reply? Maki wasn’t sure she liked the feeling. She wasn’t worried, if something had happened, Nozomi or Eli would have contacted her by now, so something else was going on. Grunting in frustration, Maki tossed the device onto the music rack before opening the fallboard.
Music.
Music was what Maki needed now. Music would help ease the stress. Music would… but what to play?
Maki stared at the keys. After a moment, she moved her hands into position, and…
A discordant crash shattered the silence as the composer of µ’s let her hand fall randomly onto the keyboard.
“Well that didn’t sound good…” A voice came from the door.
Maki’s head snapped up.
Nico-chan!
“Looks like someone’s in a bad mood.” The college freshman said, making her way towards the piano. “And here it is Valentine’s Day, a day for happiness and love.” She stopped and leaned against the sizable instrument.
“Ni…” Maki’s voice failed her for a moment. “Why are you here?”
“Is that anyway to greet Nico?” the older girl pouted. “And here Nico made a special trip just to visit Maki-chan.”
“But… I’ve been trying to reach you all day…”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Nico held up her phone to show its fractured screen. “Someone knocked it out of my hands at the station this morning. It fell all the way down the stairs and ended up like this. And of course, today is one of my heavy days for classes so I haven’t had time to pick up a new one yet.”
“Oh…” the second year glanced down.
Nico smirked. “Was Maki-chan lonely without Nico?”
“No, I… Mmmm…” the redhead aimed a steady glare at the other girl.
“A~nyway,” the twintailed girl continued in a sing song voice as she retrieved something from her bag, “I came here to give you this!” She held out a neatly wrapped box. “I made them for everyone last night. This one is yours.”
“Th-thank you.” Maki accepted the gift.
“I made them with dried fruits like last year,” Nico explained happily, “but I tried a new technique I learned that made them turn out even better!”
The younger girl smiled. “I’m sure they’ll be good. Uhm…” She glanced at her bag before reaching down to grab a package from it. “Here.”
Nico’s eyes widened. “Such cute wrapping. Can I open it now?”
“Of course.”
The older girl hastily untied the pink ribbon and slipped off the wrapping paper. “Maki-chan…” She stared at the sizable box in her hand. “How did you know I liked this brand?”
“Oh, I, um, didn’t…” Maki admitted.
“Papa used to bring these home when he traveled. Mama buys them sometimes for special occasions.”
“I see…”
“Thank you so much!” Nico slid down to straddle the bench before pulling the other girl into a hug.
“Y-y-you’re welcome.” The redhead managed to stutter out as her heartrate skyrocketed.
“And there’s definitely enough in here that I could share with Mama and the kids. Would that be alright?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Never mind. But seriously, what’s with that?”
“Huh?”
Nico released the embrace. “Here I thought I going to be giving the best Valentine’s Day chocolate ever, and you had to go and one-up me!”
“But yours are homemade.” Maki pointed out.
“But yours are nostalgic.”
“But…”
“So, to make it up to me, play something for me.”
“…” Maki gaped in confusion at the leap in logic. Then again, such things were not unusual for Nico, so she really should be used to it by now. “Alright.” She gave in after a moment.
Grinning, Nico righted her position and sat properly on the bench. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Maki-chan.”
Maki held her hands above the keyboard. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Nico-chan.” She replied and began to play.
Author’s Note: I’m taking the SIF Valentine’s and White Day side stories as more-or-less canon into my HtHaN universe. Not really sure how to address the player/helper character, thus the “more-or-less,” but the overall events concerning who gave what to who and who helped who are in. I was going to rewatch all 18 stories earlier but got sidetracked with finishing the Rock Nico event - top 50 woo! I still want to set some time aside to watch the stories, which may inspire more ideas, so I may or may not come back to edit this scene later, or I may just write a new scene, who knows...
Edit: I almost forgot! If you haven't watched the Valentine's Day or White Day side stories in SIF, you can watch them on Sukutomo!
Valentine's Day set
White Day set
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