#i hope our downstairs neighbour is okay

[brobeckology]

almost verbatim transcript of a rant my gf and i overheard outside our window:

AAAAAAAA!!! 🦜🗣 AAAAAAAA!!!! 🦜 🗣 there was only ONE 👆 PARKING!! 🅿️ i am going to call ☎️ and complain 😭 to management 👨‍💼👩‍💼 like for REALSIES 😤 the ENTIRE FIRST LEVEL 1️⃣ is visitor parking 🙅‍♀️🚫🅿️ and half of it 🤧 is HANDICAP SPOTS!! ♿️♿️ like, if you can DRIVE 🚘🛣 you can WALK!🚶‍♂️👣 and i can SAY THIS 💬💢 about handicapped people 👩‍🦽👩‍🦼 because i spend TWENTY 2️⃣0️⃣ of my TWENTY FOUR 2️⃣4️⃣ HOURS 🕑 with people like you 👩‍🦽🚫

i wish i was making this up but it was, unfortunately, for realsies.

#i need yall to understand... we live in an accessible unit #this came from directly below #which is the same layout 😭 #willing to bet money this was their psw #i hope our downstairs neighbour is okay #ableist language // #calico.txt

[ts1mp0ne]

More dad Kylian x wife reader where he has twin daughters and his just outnumber by girls In the family, and also them maybe visiting the rest of the Mbappe’s

.𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!kylian mbappe x reader

.𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Kylian is a girl dad

.𝑪𝑾: Fluff

.𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Heyy my loves, first imagine of 2023 happy new year, I have many requests in my inbox trust me I saw all of the requests, I’ll try to work on them asap as soon as I can also bcs some requests are very specific and I need time to think a lot on what I’m going to write I’m not trying to rush, anyways hope you enjoy this

It was a busy day at the Mbappe household, I mean everyday it’s a busy day specially when you have 3 girls

When y/n and Kylian were pregnant for the first time everyone thought it’d be a boy, specially since for the Mbappe every first born is a boy, but this time it was different, but they were still very happy, Kylian was very excited to be a ‘dad girl’

When their first daughter ‘Kelila Mbappe’ was born, it was obvious that she was a daddy’s girl. Every time he would leave for games she would cry all the time and have trouble sleeping until she heard his voice

Sometimes you would be jealous, your daughter was stealing your husband from you, but you let it slide because you loved them both

Then your second and third daughters came along ‘Kaori’ and ‘Kalina’ like their older sister, they were also really close to their dad, and just like him they loved football

“Kyky are they ready” you asked him while walking up the stairs with your older daughter who was ready to go to her grandparents house, they were going to a family reunion

“Yea I’m just helping Kaori find her bracelet” replied back your husband peaking from Kaori’s room

“Alright, is Kalina awake now” your younger daughter who was 1 year old had slept the whole morning after she kept you two awake for the whole night

“Yes she’s here with us she’s all ready” she was wearing a maroon outfit, meanwhile your two eldest were basically matching too, me and Kylian also decided to match with out princesses

I went into Kaori’s room to find my two daughters playing in the bed while my husband was still looking for the bracelet. “Kaori do you really need to wear the bracelet, I could just lend you one of mine” my oldest daughter said, she really wanted to leave but her sister really didn’t want to go without her bracelet

My daughter sight and said “no need it’s okay daddy we can find it another day” she said in a little voice “I want to see Isaiah and Lana I miss them” she said getting up from her bed, I’d say my daughter is mature for a 4yo but sometimes she really liked to act like a baby mostly because she would sometimes get jealous of her baby sister

“Okay we really have to go now, your mom is calling me” I told Kylian while leaving my daughter’s room going downstairs and opening the front door, my husband came downstairs with our two daughters being carried by him “ok i will put Kalina in her chair, Kaori and Kelina please enter the car”

“Oui maman(yes mom)” they both answered as they entered the car

Soon my husband found himself behind the wheel after putting everything in the back

We started out journey to the Mbappé household, we were listening to Tayc,(my favourite French singer😩) Kylian placed his hand on my thigh, while humming to another one of his songs while occasionally looking at me with a smile

Just reminds me how much I love him and how much we’ve been through together

Me and Kyky met a long time, we both lived in Bondy in the same neighbour, our parents were friends and for as long as I remember, I’ve always been in love with him

I would always go to his parent’s house and vice versa my parents loved him and according to him his parents loved me too

We started dating when we were 15 and got married soon at the age of 19, best decision we could ever make, everything that happened after that is history leading to where we are now

I’ll always be proud of him, I’ve always been his biggest supporter along side with his parents and siblings, I knew he would make it, even tho we had complications after he left for Monaco, we still made it work, I’d always have time to go and watch his matches and show him my support

“Mon amour” I heard him say to me, I looked up and he asked “are you okay?”

“Oui yea I’m good just thinking, can’t wait to see your family I mean our family” I said back smiling at him and he smiled back taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it

Skip to when you arrive

So we arrived at their house, and our two eldest went running to the doorstep to ring the bell, as soon as Fayza opened the door the two little girls jumped on her and started pampering her in kisses then went inside while Fayza waited for us by the door

“Salute maman” I said to Fayza as I walked up to her, she smiled and hugged me

“Salute ma fille, you look so beautiful, how have you been, has my son been treating you and the girls right” she asked as she broke the hug but continued holding your hand

“As always maman vous n'avez pas besoin de vous inquiéter(you don’t need to worry), we have been okay the girls have been well behaved so has Kyky” you both giggled as Kylian approached you both

“Arrête de se moquer de moi(stop making fun of me)” he said as he went and gave his mom a kiss and handed her Kalina “how are you maman” he asked as he hugged me from behind

“You know I’ve been good just missed you guys, come on Jires and Melissa are already inside with the kids” she said as we all entered the house

We went inside and this was definitely a family reunion, I saw my two daughters already playing with Isayah and Lena in the backyard which was very well decorated

Me and Kylian greeted everyone then we went our separate ways, I went to talk to Melissa and Fayza while he went to talk to his father and older brother, Ethan was busy playing fifa but he did come now and then to talk for a big and play with the kids

Then it was time to eat and we all went to the table, I was sitting next to Kyky with Kalina on my lap since she needed help to eat, the adults were talking about everything when the topic of kids came up

“So Kyks and y/n when are you finally having a little boy for Isayah to play with” Wilfred asked us then everyone turned to us

“Well we’ll have to wait another 3 months to figure that out” Kylian said while holding my hand and looking at me smiling

“Omg congratulations” everyone started cheering and asking questions when was I due how long we had know about it and everything like that, the kids knew about it they’re just good at keep secrets

After we all settled down we started eating and making small talk it was nice

Then me and Kylian went back outside to have some alone time while the kids were inside with their cousin

I sat on his lap as he hugged my waist, we were just looking at the stars

“Are you happy” I asked him out of the blue, I don’t think he heard me because he looked at me confused so I repeated “are you happy with you life rn”

“Of course I am mon amour” he replied and kissed my temple, I smiled and looked at him “I am very happy that I have you and our kids our three beautiful girls”

“That look exactly like you” I said and we both laughed “your genes are very strong”

“Yes they are, I hope this next one looks like you tho” he said and I got shy so I hid in his neck, he laughed and made me look at him

“I always wanted my baby to have your eyes, thank you for putting up with me, for encouraging and believing in me in times that even I didn’t believe in, and thank you for giving me our family our beautiful family I couldn’t have been more grateful, I couldn’t have asked for a better wife” he said all this while making eye contact with me

I was a crying mess atp but it was the hormones I swear

We both hugged and then we kissed, I love my husband, have I ever told you that

“Thank you for loving me and our children, we couldn’t have asked for a better dad” I said and kissed him again “I hope we have a boy this time, I also need a momma’s boy” I smiled and he smiled back

After that we continued talking about our future and the future baby

Skip to a few months later, specifically 7 months later

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y/n.mbappe Bienvenue dans le monde Kyson Mbappé (welcome to the world)

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Authors notes: so hey again guys, literally spent the whole day writing this, would’ve posted earlier but I accidentally deleted everything so I had to rewrite😭 I hope this is okay for the person that requested hope this is what you were expecting

#football x reader #football imagines #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe x reader #mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine

[honey-tea-and-lemon-trees]

hmmmmmmmm I can’t think of a word/phrase for a prompt but let’s go with an “unexpected knock at the door” scenario

oh liv, were you expecting a canon compliant reply???? SURPRISE! NEIGHBOURS AU. can’t help myself apparently. thanks for the prompt, this was fun!!!

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‘Fuck.’ 

The keyboards clacks as Ace softly drops his head onto it. He had been searching for the error in his code for nearly two hours before the desktop screen went dark, shortly before the lights did too. 

Blackout. 

He lets out a long rattling sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sits up, pushing the frustration down. 

He considers himself a fairly composed guy, but there’s only so much shit you can shovel in the space of a week. He wouldn’t usually even be using the desktop, on the off chance of this exact scenario, but his laptop peaced out on Monday and is away being repaired. Nick said he should try to iron out the kinks of the game this weekend, because they have a meeting with a potential investor next week. 

He pushes away from the desk and towards the window on the rolling chair to investigate. 

The houses across the street don’t appear to have been affected, the lights still glowing through the drapes. 

He blinks, hesitating, before standing and unlatching the window. He peers over the ledge slightly, trying to discern whether the downstairs neighbours have any power. They haven’t been properly introduced yet, they only moved in a couple of weeks ago and Ace has been wrapped up in working on the game and hasn’t approached them yet. He was planning on swinging by his mom’s house to get some make-up cookies for them.

A sharp knock on the door startles him into suddenly ducking back through, thunking his head on the frame as he goes. He winces and cradles the sore spot as he stumbles through the dark apartment, only to stub a socked toe on an end table. 

He hisses a curse as another knock sounds at the door. 

‘Yeah, be right with ya!’ he calls, in what he hopes sounds friendly but comes out in a more strangled voice, as he tries to shake out the tingles now shooting up his leg. 

Ace involuntarily squints against the pain as he finally reaches the door, wrenching a hand through his hair in attempt to tame it down from where his grip on the back of his head has disturbed it, before opening the door. 

In the low-light of the balcony leading to his apartment door is a woman. He’s spotted flashes of her red hair through the window a couple of times over the past few days. She’s kinda shockingly beautiful up-close. Hair catching the slants of streetlight that make it down this side and glowing amber, stark against pale skin and her eyes, cool and blue as they assess him. Momentarily, he’s super glad the duplex’s lights are out because he feels his cheeks heat slightly under her gaze.

‘Oh,’ she says bluntly. 

Ace’s eyebrows rise as he drops the hand at the crown of his head. 

‘Hey?’ he says, tone rising at the edge of the word like a question. 

She shakes her head slightly, like she’s stirring herself from whatever her mind has snagged on. ‘Sorry, you’re just not what I was expecting. I’m your downstairs neighbour. My name’s Nancy.’ She punctuates her greeting by thrusting her hand out for him to shake.

He steps across the threshold slightly so he can take her hand. It’s June, but her fingers are slightly chilled against his.

‘I’m Ace… Not what you were expecting?’ he says as he shakes, before dropping back so he can lean against the doorframe.

Nancy clears her throat. ‘You’re very quiet up here, was expecting someone a little more…’ Her hand waves and her lips pinch as if she’s not sure how to end that sentence. 

Ace shrugs his shoulders, the corners of his mouth lifting in the smallest smile. ‘I work from home, spend most of my time in an office chair.’ 

Nancy nods like this makes sense. ‘Okay, the blackout,’ she says suddenly, all serious and business-like, ‘may have been our fault. Was our fault. My roommate, Bess, was doing… uh, a work thing, and might have blown a fuse or two. She’s calling an electrician now but we’re not sure when they may be able to come out. So I wanted to say sorry for the inconvenience in person. And apologise for not saying hello sooner.’ She finishes with a blown out breath. 

Ace shrugs a shoulder again. ‘No worries,’ he says coolly. It kind of was a problem, but with the way Nancy’s not meeting his eyes, he can tell she’s embarrassed and he doesn’t want to further that. ‘In fact,’ he murmurs, digging in the pocket of his sweatpants for his phone as his brow notches, ‘I can send a message to my buddy, Nick. He’s good with this kinda stuff and could probably come on over tonight, save you some time and some money.’ 

‘Well, I would greatly appreciate that, if you don’t mind,’ she says, eyebrows raised in question. 

‘Course not.’ 

‘Well, in the meantime, if you need any candles or anything, Bess has a few… thousand to spare. As long as you don’t mind your apartment smelling like candy cane or a pumpkin gumdrop whatever, please ask. Or if you need a package collecting or anything, any favor really… We owe you, after this. A chance at a second first impression would be great too,’ she laughs self-depricatingly. 

‘Nah, this one works. It was good of you to come up and explain, appreciate it.’ He waves his phone a litte, ‘I’ll let you know if Nick gets back to me.’ 

‘Great. Well, uh…’ She smiles. ‘I’ll see you around, Ace,’ she says as she strolls back towards the steps leading down to her apartment, not breaking eye contact until she reaches the top step.

‘Guess you will, Nancy,’ he calls after her.

Looking forward to it, he thinks.

#nace #prompt fill #ask games #i could have taken this one further actually but it was getting long lol

[bennydwight]

And Baby Makes Five (A Ghost and Molly McGee Oneshot)

Summary: Settling in for the first night in their Forever Home, Pete and Sharon talk about the elephant in the room.

Or, rather, the ghost in the attic.

(AO3 format here!)

Draughty windows, peeling paint, that squeaky third stair, get wiring checked and call a plumber for the downstairs bathroom. The routine was so familiar to Pete that he found himself taking stock of all potential expenses automatically, dividing them by matter of importance. The same habit in every house, instinctive and methodical. Hopefully, this would be the last time he had to perform this little song and dance.

Not even a single night into their Forever Home and already the expenses were piling up. He knew they’d gotten the house on a bargain, but they’d probably be paying the difference in repairs alone.

Something to think about another day. For now, all their things safely inside (they’d learned their lesson after the first time their car had been broken into), the McGees had settled for the evening, enthusiasm growing with every item that found a place on a shelf or on a wall or in a corner. Their new house, their last new house, claimed by knickknacks and reminders.

The sound of socked feet pulled Pete from his reverie. Molly made her way down from the attic, taking the ladder facing forward in a display of agility that he himself had long lost to age. Had he ever been that young? “Brushed your teeth already? I think the toiletries are hidden somewhere under mom’s decorative pillows.

She smiled widely, showing off a gleaming grin. “Nope, already done! I’m just going down to make Scratch some tacos.”

Ah, yes, the other unexpected expense. Pete had thus far put ‘exorcist’ into the ‘possible’ category. While the ghost (an actual ghost!) had made himself a nuisance during the move-in, tossing items around and doing his best to make things as inconvenient as possible, an uncertain feeling stilled Pete’s hand whenever he thought to reach for the phone. Scratch had never actually made any threats against his family, much less followed through, and Pete remained cautiously hopeful. “Ah, bribery! It’s always worked for me!”

“Also I think he just hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in a long time.”

None of them knew how long, despite Molly’s persistent questioning during the day, and Pete sobered at the thought. He held out a hand to pause her descent down the stairs. “Molly, I know you’re excited at having a ghost friend, I would be too.” He set a hand on her shoulder, oddly aware of the way his brow furrowed as he held his daughter’s searching stare. “But remember, if he ever invades your space, or makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, I want you to come tell me or mom, okay?”

He was being a diligent father, taking necessary precautions with a stranger around his children, but something unpleasant curled in his chest as the words left his mouth. For some reason, irrational and naïve as it was, he felt this conversation was unneeded. The impression he’d gotten from Scratch, while surly and churlish, was not one of malice. His head said you’re being too trusting while his gut said Scratch would never harm them.

Molly seemed to agree, expression growing increasingly scandalized with every word, and by the end of the sentence she was shaking her head vehemently. “No, no, dad, he would never hurt me, we’re best friends!” (Something about that sat oddly too.) “And besides, we barged into his house. If anyone’s feeling uncomfortable, it’s him! He says we can stay on a trial basis, but we have to be good neighbours if we’ll be sharing our Forever Home.”

Parenting on the whole was a mixed bag of anxiety and mistakes and panic, but moments like these soothed Pete’s fearful heart. With a kid like Molly, he and Sharon must be doing something right. “Well, if anyone can get through to him, it’s you. Still, I’ll be here if you ever need me. And tell him thank you, for giving us a chance.”

Molly clicked her tongue, shooting him a fingerguns before continuing her happy skip down the stairs. What had he done to deserve such amazing kids?

And of course, an amazing wife. As Pete entered into their room, Sharon knelt on the floor by the mattress, folding the last of the day’s laundry into the loose dresser drawers stacked against the wall. Right, first thing on the docket tomorrow was reassembling the dresser. Who wanted centipedes in their shirts?

Sharon glanced up at his entry. “That was Molly? How’s she doing?”

Pete hooked a thumb over his shoulder, indicating through the closed door. “Just passed her, she seemed chipper as ever. Was going to make our phantasmic friend some tacos.”

Sharon sighed. “I’ll go clean up the kitchen when she’s done.” Her eyes strayed up to the ceiling even as her hands occupied themselves with pulling a pant leg rightside out. “At least he’s stopped screaming.”

At the tail end of the day, after it became clear he couldn’t scare them out, Scratch had retreated to the attic and taken to creating the most horrible, hair-raising noises without pause, moans rattling through the support beams like the whole house was coming alive beneath them. Pete just hoped he hadn’t shifted the supports too much, the foundation was sketchy enough as is.

“I know that look,” Sharon interjected as Pete lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress, knees clicking in complaint. “You did the checklist, didn’t you. How bad is it?”

Any other house, Pete would’ve gone through the list of expenses, and the first night would be spent with Sharon, huddling over their monthly budget and prioritizing bills until the wee hours of the morning. But this was their Forever Home. They could go one night without worrying about money.

He tried a reassuring smile. “It’s not awful. Look, I know it’s not exactly what we were expecting, but it won’t be all bad.” His grin widened to something realer, cheeky. “And the neighbours are definitely a spectre-cle—”

Sharon beaned him in the face with a balled up shirt, but even though the folds of soft, laundry scented cotton Pete could hear her stifled snort. He folded the shirt, working alongside his wife in neat, even movements before speaking again, this time more serious. “If he’s really a problem though, honey, we can—”

She turned on him, eyes blazing, brandishing a sock like a sword. “Peter McGee, we are not kicking that boy out of his own house!”

His hands shot up in defense. “That’s not what I was suggesting!” He backtracked, erasing ‘exorcist’ off the expenses list. (Definite pros there, apparently they weren’t cheap.) “Besides, have you seen how protective he is of this place? It would be like having a bodyguard.”

Sharon hummed in agreement, settling back on her haunches again. “Molly seems to like him.”

There was more there. Pete gave a pointed pause. “And what do you think of our new houseguest?”

“I think he’s here to stay, and we won’t get anywhere near a peaceful place with him if we consider him a houseguest. He’s a resident, just as much as we are.”

Pete recognized the purse of her lips, and sat quietly and patiently as she gathered her more complicated thoughts. She blew a deep sigh out through her nose. “Please don’t think I’m crazy.”

He put a hand over his heart, serious as the grave (ha ha). “I would never!”

She rewarded him with another shirt to the face. “Hardy-har har. In Thai culture, ghosts usually stick around either because they’re protecting something, or they’ve met an ugly end.” Her hands stilled, a cardigan unfolded over her knees. “Whatever Scratch’s reason is, something about him strikes me as… incredibly sad.”

Pete rested his cheek on a fist. “You too, huh?”

“I don’t know what it is,” Sharon resumed her folding with more force than strictly necessary. “But he’s here, and so are we. As long as he doesn’t hurt the kids—and I don’t think he will—” she interrupted at Pete’s opening mouth, “then Scratch is just as home as we are.”

A thump above them indicated Molly had closed the attic hatch, followed closely by her energetic speech. While too muffled to make out whole words, Pete heard Scratch’s excited answer, much more diluted than his previous screaming.

“She soothed the savage beast,” Sharon commented amusedly, apparently having noted the exchange too. She finished with the folding and joined him on the mattress, turning off the light on the way.

“Kitchen?”

“I’ll do it tomorrow. Maybe Scratch will want a midnight snack.”

They crawled under the covers, still musty smelling from the moving van, listening to the conversation above their heads for a moment. Nice as it was now, they’d probably need to soundproof the attic somehow. Add that to the expenses list.

“She sounds so much happier,” said Sharon in a tone so caring that Pete’s eyes welled up.

Beneath the blankets, he reached for Sharon’s hand. “Maybe this’ll be a blessing. Molly’s been without a steady friend for so long.”

She snorted again, the sound made quieter by onset drowsiness. “Maybe her perspective will start to rub off on him.”

Somehow, the acceptance eased a tightness in Pete’s heart he hadn’t before realized was there. “So it’s official. Whether he likes it or not, Scratch is a McGee now.”

“He’s under our roof, he takes our name.”

“Figuratively, if he likes his own surname better.”

“I was trying to be poetic and metaphorical, Pete.”

Despite the thumps and laughter from above, a sleepy fog settled over the two of them. Eyes drooping, already starting to succumb to the exhaustion of the day, Pete huffed a laugh. “You know, I always thought we’d planned to stop at two.”

Sharon matched his chuckle, curling up against his side. “Well, you know what they say: the third is always a happy accident.”

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#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #pate mcgee #sharon mcgee #writing #oneshot #cross posted on ao3 #scratch is adopted change my mind #trick question you cant #sharon and pete had him figured out from the beginning

[gnomeyflamingo]

Alejandro: “The restaurant only has a 12hr wait time, that’s good right?”

Atreo: “This is so unfair. Why are you punishing me?!”

Acco: “Have fun Mummy.”

Brielle: “Thanks sweetie, behave for your brother, and Atreo please, just do this for us?"

Atreo: "Ugh!”

Brielle: “We have milestones to complete, it’s important. Don’t you want more moodlet solvers?”

Atreo: “But it’s Acco, you’re making me spend time with Acco!”

Acco: "Papi can you bring me back hot food? You don't have to pay for it, just use the pack a lunch interaction."

Acco: “I know this a long shot but are we going to do something together?”

Atreo: “No go to bed.”

Acco: “But it’s 5 pm!”

Atreo: “It's actually 10 pm, seems you can't tell time yet. Way past bedtime. Upstairs you go. You have to listen to me. I'm in charge, you heard Mum."

Acco: “Ugh you’re the worst!”

Atreo: “I keep telling you Accomplished Stink Bottom; I don’t care what you think. Mostly I forget you even exist."

Acco: “You’re a big, gross meanie!”

Atreo: “Again, I don't care what you think. Go to bed."

Acco: “I hope the Watcher makes you end up with Zehra!"

Atreo: “What a horrible thing to say! It’s okay, it’s the tiredness talking.”

Acco: “I HATE YOU!”

Atreo: “Aw I hate you too. Don’t forget to brush your teeth”

Acco: *grumbles* “I’m going to scrapbook about this so hard.”

Atreo: *sings* "I’m awesome, I’m awesome, I’m awesome at making salsaaaa out of only 3 tomatoes!”

*Cooks fancily*

Atreo: “This bowl of salsa looks great, selfie time! Come on followers, validate me. Yes I got a like from Asmara already!”

Atreo puts on a scary movie whilst Acco works through his anger by making art upstairs.

Atreo: “Hm babysitting isn’t too bad.”

Acco: “Take that Atreo monster drawing! Glitter! There, right in your hideous eyes! Now you look as horrible as you make me feel!”

*Ominous music plays…*

Atreo: “Oo Asmara messaged. Those are some flirty emojis. I should respond so I’m too distracted to lock the doors or notice anyone who might be outside looking through the kitchen window.”

(I'm so good at building suspense right?)

Atreo: “Asmara? You okay? You’re calling instead of texting- AH! OMW!”

Nanny Keohola: “Atreo, you’ve gotten so big! It’s me, your loving, totally qualified nanny. Do you remember me?”

Atreo: “Yes! That's why I'm running away in terror. AHHHH!”

Atreo: “Acco you have to listen, I’m not joking, nanny Keohola is back-”

Acco: “W-what?!”

Atreo: “She's broken in, she’s downstairs!”

Acco: “Wh-what do we do?”

Atreo: “AH! I hear her coming, quick to the balcony!”

Atreo: “I hope this patio furniture barricade holds…”

Acco: “HELP! HELP! NEIGHBOURS?! HELP!”

Atreo: “Shout louder Acco! HELP, HELP AN ESCAPED CONVICT IS TRYING TO PRETEND TO BE OUR NANNY!”

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[super-bl00m]

Continued from here.

“Okay, fine. I won’t bring your hot bod up ever again for both of our sakes.” She spoke confidently, as though she had any shred of self-control and would be able to keep her mouth shut, especially when they were on their way to the gym. Maybe it was too risky to go somewhere like this with a man she had taken a strong dislike to but had also found annoyingly attractive. “That’s what you’re wearing, right? I really hope for my sake you’re not the type who takes their shirt off when they’re lifting. If you do that, I can’t be blamed for my actions.”

Taking a few longer strides, she allowed herself to catch up with him. “Not seeming like the type to hang out at Dave & Buster’s isn’t exactly a bad thing. I mean, I don’t seem like the type either, but I’ll try anything once.”

Seeing him laugh immediately made her smile, a rare exchange between the two. Was he actually sort of cute when he wasn’t entirely annoyed with her? As much as she wanted to comment on it, she didn’t want to risk him intentionally making sure he didn’t laugh or smile around her. She liked it too much. “Your smoke show neighbour invites you to Dave & Buster’s and you’re really proposing I go with friends? Is this you trying to let me down nicely?” It was a stupid idea anyway.

Sure, there were little jabs here and there, but things were relatively tame and somewhat civil between them during their walk downstairs to the gym. That was until his words were enough to stop her in her tracks. “You’re doing a lot of judging for someone who’s so fucking righteous.” His words hit some deep-seated anger in her, one that was tied to a life she left behind in England. “I’ve worked hard for everything I have. Just because I like to enjoy myself sometimes, doesn’t mean you get the right to decide that things come easy for me or that I’m not busting my ass every single day. Got it? You enjoy the gym.” Without another word she turned and started back towards the elevator.

Was she overreacting to his comment? Absolutely. In a few moments when she would finally let herself cool down, she would realize that it wasn’t that deep. Did she care that she was overreacting? Not for a second. Isla spent her entire upbringing under a microscope, being judged for any minuscule mistake or lapse in judgment, and she had finally gotten to a point where she wasn’t going to deal with that anymore. Certainly not when she was this far from her parents and the circle she had surrounded herself with growing up. She was done caring what other people thought of her, but something about the idea of letting Keith keep his idea of who she was alive seemed to not sit well with her. A move to the US felt like a way for her to escape it all. What bothered her the most? That she cared about what he thought.

After taking a few very needed deep breaths, she turned around, unsure of if he was still there or not. She was somewhat relieved to see that he wasn’t too far. “Why are we doing this? We don’t need to like each other, but all of this is stupid. It’s fucking exhausting, actually. Can we just put it on pause for a day?”

@waywordhearts

#can't access legacy anymore so reposted #isla x keith

[independentwarlocksworld]

Journey below

Summary: You get sent to Hell instead of Heaven, God's mistake. While God tries to correct his ways, you become more accustomed to the place you're in.

Warnings: Death, blood, stabbing, demons, hell and heaven, religion, abusive mother, filicide

Author's notes: Hey everyone, I send my apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes throughout this story. I shall try my best to remove any errors but it would be helpful and appreciated if you could let me know if you come across any I have missed. Thankyou for spending your valuable time to read this story. I hope that none of you get too emotionally attached to these characters as at this point in time, I have no idea what is going to happen to them, hopefully nothing too gruesome or painful. If you have any ideas or recommendations for chapters or updates, I would be more than happy to accept them, as long as they are reasonable and fit into the storyline. Also my spelling is Australian, so apologies to all of those Americans that spell things weirdly. I think that covers everything, so I shall now allow you to continue onto the real story. I hope you all enjoy it.

Prologue: The hallways were winding, they were the kind of hallway that you would wander for an eternity and never find the end. There were no paintings or flowers lining the walls. No differentiation of colours or unique curves. They were the same, every single hallway and corridor, identical as the one before it. Hence why I was so very lost. I would have looked at my map but, oh wait... I didn't have one, and of course there was no guide I could follow either. But I suppose that's what I get for going to Hell. Hell? How did you get there? Allow me to explain. God screwed up. There you go, that's the story or at least it's the simple version of how I ended up down here. You want the whole story? All of the details laid out before you? Okay, fine. This is the story of how and why I dropped to Hell.

Chapter 1: I guess you could say that it began like any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, at least not in that morning. i woke up at 7am to my screaming alarm, throwing my phone across the room probably wasn't the smartest way to turn it off, but it made me feel better. Going back to sleep wasn't an option, it never was. "Electra! Get your arse out of bed. NOW!" Rolling onto the floor and shoving my trackpants and singlet over my underwear, I made my way downstairs into the kitchen where my mother was busy slamming eggs onto our plates. "Good morning." I smiled at her, even though I knew she wouldn't see me. "Sup?" My little brother, Tommy took his seat across from me. It still amazes me how he was able to fit so much into his mouth at the one time. Of course, he doesn't do that anymore. "Eat, then go and do the laundry." No please, no thankyou, just go and do. That's how it was in our family, mother didn't believe on wasting her precious breath, especially not on us kids. Not that I realised the why until after my death. I went about my day as usual I did the laundry like mother asked. I mowed the lawns, I took the neighbour's dog for a walk around the block (we didn't have our own dog) and I made Tommy's sandwich for lunch. I would have cooked dinner as well, but sometimes routines get broken. It was late afternoon when it happened. There is nothing in this world or the next that could ever possibly erase the images from my mind. It was awful. If evil truly exists, this is how I would have pictured it. However, even the worst of times can look just stunning. The sun hung low in the crimson sky, the clouds glowing a lovely rose pick and the shadows cast by trees looked like fingers reaching across trying desperately to hold onto the dying light. But I know now, nothing beautiful like that ever truly lasts. "What the hell do you thing you're doing!?" Her shouts were followed by a series of cries that could only belong to that of a little boy, Tommy. I ran, following his noises to the back room where we were never to go. I didn't dare open the door and further that it had been left. Through the crack I could see our mother, large not in height and her caramel hair tied in a messy bun atop her head, there she stood with her hands on her hips. Cowering beneath her was Toomy, crying his eyes out. "What did I tell you about coming in here?" "You said not to." I could tell that Tommy had been crying for quite a while, his voice had become scratchy, the signs of a dry throat. "Please, I was just, I was just..." "Just what? Hmm? If I tell you not to do something, you don't do it, EVER!" I should do something, like now. My inner voice was telling me to move, to help him, but I didn't, I just stood there hiding in the shadows. I still believe that it was my fault, that if I had done something, Tommy would be alright, but then again it wouldn't change my fate.

Chapter 3: I'm not entirely sure how long I hid there listening to the sound of her yells and his pleas, but it was a long while. It was just yelling, the occasional slap or hit, the normal things. That's when I saw her reach for something on a nearby bench. Shiny. Sharp. Oh shit! Knife. My body froze though I willed it to move. Grab the knife, come on, come on. I can do it. But I couldn't. I was completely paralysed. There was nothing I could do as I watched my mother plunge a blade deep into the chest of her favourite child. I know that wound's bleed, but the sight of his blood was a shock to me. I couldn't believe she stabbed him. It was fine, everything was okay, but it wasn't, no matter how many times I repeated those words, it would never be the truth. Able to move again, I pushed the door wide open and raced towards them. "Tommy!" My voice had never been louder yet I didn't hear it, everything was underwater. The wound went through him, cherry red blood pouring out of him. His eyes were wide and glazed, he stopped moving in my arms. Dead. My brother, the only person who ever needed me, ever cared, was gone. Turning on my mother, I was horrified by what she had done and by what I hadn't. There was no hesitation as she met my gaze, and my world went black. I was dead. We were dead. The murderer unavenged.

Chapter 4: I wasn't greeted by an angel nor a reaper. There was no one. I thought that when you die, there would be a guide, someone to show you the way to your afterlife. Apparently not. I was left standing over my dead body, I could see everything as it had been before. My brother's corpse laying still as stone on the tiled floor, the bloody knife placed back on the hardwood table and my mother walking out the door, locking it as she left. The only difference was that it was shadows. Everything had a coat of grey covering it. It was as though I was looking through a layer of dust as everything had that smokey filter over it. I couldn't see Tommy anywhere. I could see his corpse of course, but his spirit or ghost, whatever we were was nowhere to be found. I was alone. How long I stood there, just looking, thinking how I got here, where I was to go, I wasn't sure. It could have been hours or days, it was long enough for my legs to become numb and my body without feeling.

#wattpad #death #lucifer #demons #reapers #ghosts #evil mum #afterlife #hell #heaven #angels #to be updated

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine taking in Mako and Bolin off the street and Mako becoming protective over you.

Warning: Brief street harassment which some readers may find triggering

You were home alone one day when you heard a noise in your back garden. You peaked through the blinds and found two men crouching low in your flower beds obviously hiding from someone. You figured it was the police until you saw Shady Shin’s gang members poking their noses around. You watched curiously and saw the boys made no movement towards the house or to steal anything, they were just hiding but the gang members were rapidly getting closer. So, not really thinking, you opened the back door and hissed at them to get inside. The smaller of the two bounded inside but the taller one paused before sighing and following. You shut the door and turned off the lights. “Who are you and why...” the smaller one started but you shushed him as the gang reached your house. They peaked over the fence but not finding anything moved on. “They’re gone but I wouldn’t go out so soon” you explained turning to face the two men and you finally got a good look at them. The tallest one was very obviously fire nation, chiselled chin, paler skin, amber eyes. The smaller one looked younger and definitely earth nation by his stature and features. They looked very different but there was an air of similarity between them. “Why did you help us?” the older one asked and you just looked between them “are you brothers?”. “We are!” the smaller one cried “Nobody ever works that out! I’m Bolin and this is my older brother Mako”. You nodded looking between them “I helped you because I didn’t want the gang to get you, I don’t know who you are or what you’ve done but I’m pretty sure you don’t deserve what they’d do if they caught you”. Bolin nodded “they’re mad cus we left the gang, we were only in it until we paid off our debt but Shady Shin wanted us to stay so we ran off”. “Bolin!” Mako cried “shut up!”. “Why? She’s not going to go rat on us after she saved us”. The older brother eyed you suspiciously “but what does she have to gain by saving us?”. “Maybe she just wanted to help?” you replied and Mako frowned not believing you. “Look my family will be home soon, my mom and dad are both pretty smart, they’ll be able to get you out of the city and somewhere safe so just sit tight for a while okay?”. Mako looked like he wanted nothing more than to run away but he glanced at Bolin who was sniffing the air “are you cooking something?”. You smirked and led him to the kitchen “it’s only cabbage soup but there’s plenty if you want some?”. “Yes please!” Bolin cried and Mako sighed “Bolin....we can’t pay her”. “You don’t need to pay me” you told the fire bender “my parents would kill me if I charged someone in need”. “We don’t take charity” the older brother snapped and you sighed “well don’t think of it that way, think of it as being a friendly neighbour”. Bolin stared at Mako pleadingly and Mako sighed “fine Bolin you have some but I'm okay”. “Suit yourself the offers there” you shrugged and led Bolin to the food.

While Bolin was eating you noticed Mako standing weird and frowned “where is it?” you asked and Mako jumped. “What?” Bolin asked but you kept your eyes on Mako “where is it?”. Mako looked down “i don’t know what you’re talking about”. You rolled your eyes “my dad’s a nurse, I know how someone looks when they’re injured”. Bolin gasped “they did stab you! Mako why didn’t you tell me”. “They didn’t stab me...it’s just a scratch” Mako said as Bolin started to tear up. You took out a first aid kit and put it on the table “if you show it me, i can help before my dad comes”. “No” Mako said “i’m fine”. You rolled your eyes “i’m not going to hurt you, just let me help”. Mako sighed and lifted up his shirt. Bolin gasped “ow no Mako you’re going to die!” and Mako glared at you. “No he won’t Bolin” you said calmly “he will need stitches which I can’t do but I can clean and bandage it till my dad gets back, okay?” you asked Mako. Mako seemed very angry at the whole situation but sighed “fine” and allowed you to approach him. You had just finished cleaning the room when the door went and your parents and 3 younger siblings all walked in. Everyone paused and you turned to them. Mako threw his shirt down immediately and Bolin stood up so quickly he almost knocked the table over. Your parents took in the situation and nodded “what's happening and how can we help?”. 

You explained the situation to your family and they agreed to help. Your father stitched Mako up and you helped as your mother talked through their options. Your parents didn’t even ask what the brothers had gotten into or why they were involved with the gang in the first place. They just asked questions to assess how the brothers could get to safety. Your mother asked if they had any other relative that could help but Mako shook his head “we don’t have any other family”. “Well, we do have some distant relatives in Ba Sing Sei” Bolin added. “But we’ve never even met them” Mako cried “why would they take us in?”. Your father went to speak when someone knocked loudly on the door. “Stay here” your mother said and your father nodded “y/n finish this off for me”. Your parents headed to the door and you worked on sealing and bandaging Mako’s wound. 

As you were working you heard the door open and your father ask “can i help you?”. “We know you’ve got them so let us have them or else yeah?” a voice responded and Bolin froze “that’s Hulo and Chehe!”. Mako stepped forwards and you grabbed his arm “no don’t, you’ll make it worse”. I’m not letting your parents endanger themselves for us” Mako cried and gently removed your hand. After commanding your siblings to stay put, you and Bolin scrambled after him. You saw your parents arguing with two men but they paused when they saw Mako. “Ahhh decided to give yourself up eh Mako? You always were the smart one”. Mako stood up taller and didn’t let the pain of his wound show “don’t hurt any of them, we’ll come with you” he spoke confidently. “Not a chance” your mother said and she stepped right in front of the man blocking Mako from his view. You saw the man pause at your mother’s act and they frowned recognising her voice. Your mother was well known in the community, she owned a store not far from your house and was well-liked for being a kind woman always available to help others. You knew she’d helped some of the gang with their wounds before and sure enough so did the men. “You’re the woman from that store, you patched me up once after a fight....I didn’t realise this was your house Ika”. Your mother nodded “it is and anyone in it, is my responsibility”. “Yeah but see they’re shady Shin’s men....”. “They said they paid their debt” your father piped up “this isn’t Shady Shin’s territory, if he lets them go he won’t be bothered by them ever again, we’ll make sure of it”. The men looked at your father and then to your mother “you can promise that?”. Your mother stared back at them “you have my word”. The men stared before looking away “that sounds reasonable but if we see either of them near our territory....”. “We understand” your mother nodded and the men walked away. Your parents closed the door and Bolin cheered “you saved us!” rushing to hug them. You laughed as did your siblings who had not listened to you but Mako just stared. “Why did you do that?” he asked “you know they could just come back now you’ve stood up for us?”. “Then can try” your father smiled “but me and Ika are known for being able to handle ourselves, we’ve always left the gangs alone and they’ve left us alone too, I think we’ll be okay”. Your parents led you back to the kitchen but Mako wouldn’t budge. “But why risk it?” Mako asked “for someone you don’t even know! You put all your children at risk” Mako said gesturing at you and your siblings “just for 2 strange boys? Why?”. Your father frowned but your mother shrugged “because we hope that if something happened to us another person would do the same for our kids” she said simply “the world’s a cold place but it only gets colder if we turn our backs on those in need, I’m not sending you or your brother back out there because it’s the right thing to do, it’s that simple”. “Really?” Mako asked and your dad nodded putting his arm around your mother “yes”. Bolin grinned “i think i’m going to love it here” and Mako frowned “we’re only staying for one night”. Your father went to argue but your mom silenced him with a look “if you say so but you can have a room in the attic for as long as you need it, it’s not charity. We can help you find good jobs and you can pay a small fee for the room and food. But if you’d rather go out in the cold and make it on your own...that’s okay too”. Mako looked down and you smiled at your mother and how clever she was. Your family started dishing out food and you smirked as Bolin took a seat at the table for seconds. Mako let you finish bandaging his wound but didn’t sit down, he stood by the window. Your mom glanced at him and then at you “y/n why don’t you show Mako the room, the two of you could clear out some of the stuff in there?”. You nodded and looked at Mako “this way”. Mako followed you through your house and you smiled “our house is nice but it has a few quirks you should probably know about” you explained “don’t step on the 8th step, the living room door doesn’t close properly....ow and you’ll probably have to bend your head on all the stairs but it’s a good home. Small and crowded but nice” you said and Mako nodded in response. You could see why nobody figured Bolin and Mako were brothers, they couldn’t be more different. You could hear Bolin downstairs chatting loudly while Mako just followed you silently. You reached the attic and flicked on the light. “Wow, this is bigger than I expected” Mako said and you nodded “my mom used it as an office but now it’s mainly storage”. Together you and Mako managed to clear most of said storage and revealed the two beds in the back of the room. “You’ll need new bedding and it might smell a bit musty but we can air it” you said smiling and Mako paused “why are you all so nice?”. You paused “I don’t think we are....we just do what anyone would do”. Mako shook his head “no you don’t...trust me I’ve met a lot of people and they’d sooner chase me and my brother away from their lawn than give us a meal and a bed”. You shrugged “my parents both came from humble beginnings but they had kind people who helped them, maybe that’s why they’re like they are....either way I’d say stop questioning why life’s throwing this at you and maybe just say thank you?”. Mako looked down and nodded “I’ve been rude, I apologise. Thank you for...this, it all happened because you let us both in...so thanks”. You grinned at how awkward Mako was when you heard footsteps and Bolin and your parents appeared. “This is our room?” Bolin cried and you laughed how everything amazed him. “For as long as you want it” your father nodded and Bolin dove on a bed “and we get our own beds too! Mako this is amazing isn’t it!”. Mako nodded and turned to face your parents “thank you for everything”. Your parents blinked in surprise and you smiled just a little bit proud. “It’s no problem” your mother replied and Mako looked down “if it’s okay with you...the plan you said before, could we maybe try that?”. Bolin gasped in suprised and your parents smiled. “Of course” your mother smiled “for the next few days just lay low and rest up and then in the next few weeks we’ll find you a job you like and go from there, sound good?”. Mako nodded his head and looked from your parents to you finally “yes, thank you”. You smiled “no problem” and Mako smiled softly back trying to return the gesture. Your parents smiled glancing from you to Mako. “We’ll let you boys sleep now, let us know if you need anything, bathroom’s second door on the right and there’s food in the kitchen if you get hungry”. “We’ll be okay” Mako said seeing Bolin’s eyes light up at the thought of thirds “thanks again, see you in the morning”. “Good night” you smiled and Mako nodded “good night”. “Good niggggght” Bolin sang and you laughed before following your parents downstairs. “I think we’re going to like it here” Bolin said sleepily into his pillow and Mako nodded “yeah maybe”. “They’re all so nice! I can’t believe y/n just saved us like that and her parents, they’re all something special aren’t they?”. Mako nodded “they sure are”.

2 months later

The house was definitely more crowded with Bolin and Mako in it. The attic was just big enough for them but between you, your 3 siblings and your parents, the two men were noted. The house was always bustling with movement or noise and Mako and Bolin fit right in with that aspect. Bolin was loud and friendly so got on with everyone easily and even Mako began to open up and talk more. The brothers were both very polite and while they laid low from the gang they offered to help in the house as much as possible. Even when Mako got a job (your parents refused to make Bolin work given he was only fifteen) he still pitched in with the chores like you and your siblings did. The main things the brothers did was help your mother with the store and shopping. They were now the strongest people in the house so it made sense but you also got the idea they were protective over your parents after what they’d done for them. You saw the way Mako would give up his chair for your ageing father or how Bolin would pass your mother the first bowl of food and grew fonder of the brothers every day.

Bolin soon felt like another brother but Mako didn’t. There was something about him, his calm attitude or insanely handsome features, that made you excitedly nervous to be around him. You soon realised his cold exterior was an act he had to wear to protect him and Bolin but there was no need for it anymore and you noticed it rapidly slipping away. The more relaxed and genuine Mako became the more you liked him and the closer you became. Bolin would often rush right into whatever game your brothers were playing, being loud and boisterous like them, whereas Mako and you would usually end up on the outskirts avoiding the conflict. You soon came to love the evenings you spent sat in a corner of the living room together and knew you had a small/huge crush developing. You blushed easily around him and both seemed to awkwardly get caught in situations that made your feelings even more obvious.

For instance, one afternoon you were heading out to meet a friend when Mako and Bolin appeared with your mother and the food shopping for the week. You jumped spotting Mako so suddenly and he smiled making you feel weak “hi y/n, sorry didn’t mean to scare you”. “It’s fine....” you smiled back and went to retreat back up the hall so they could pass when Mako shook his head “it’s okay I think I can squeeze past!”. You stepped closer to the wall and Mako tried to bustle past you. He lifted the bags above your head trying to pass you when Bolin crashed into him trying to turn in a hallway too narrow for his broad shoulders sending Mako crashing into you. Mako tensed trying to stop himself from hurting you and managed to not put all his weight on you. He sighed and shot you a nervous smile as you were trapped against the wall by him “sorry”. “It’s not your fault” you smiled back “stay still I think I can slip out”. You tried getting out from under his arm but that was hard. Mako tried lifting the bag but it started to rip so you told him to stop. You ended up having to climb out under his arm and above his leg. Mako was blushing bright red when you managed it and you too felt flustered. You came into the living room to let Mako pass and then stood awkwardly by one another. "So you’re heading out?" Mako asked. You nodded "yes i’m meeting my friend Geho, i should be back late". Mako nodded resisting the urge to warn you about taking the main road not the back streets, a habit he’d gotten into with Bolin that had apparently passed onto you too. You almost sensed that and smiled "i’ll be careful" and Mako smiled "good" and tried not to watch as you walked away. Mako liked you too.

Later that evening your mother realised she’d forgotten to get the meat from the butchers and Mako and Bolin offered to go and fetch it. The shop would be closing soon so Mako and Bolin hurried to the store as quickly as they could. The streets were largely empty and as the brothers stood in the butcher waiting something caught their eye. "Is that y/n?" Bolin asked suddenly and Mako’s head shot around. Sure enough there you were walking, or more like running down the street in the direction of your house. "Who is that?" Bolin asked and they watched as some boy hurried after you calling after you. "That’s her friend Geho” Mako said recognising the boy but he frowned “something is not right". When you lifted your head slightly and Mako saw you were crying he shoved the list your mother had given him into Bolin’s hands and rushed after you. He jogged over to you at a fast pace but when he saw the boy touch your shoulder, trying to make you turn around and face him, he exploded in anger. "Hey" he yelled "get off her!". The boy looked back around just as Mako grabbed him by the shirt and threw him away from you against a wall. Mako held the boy off the floor being taller and growled fire on his fingertips. "Dude what the hell?" the guy cried trying to get free and you spun stound. "Mako it’s okay! Don’t hurt him". Mako frowned "but he was bothering you". "Well yes" you nodded and Mako glared until you touched his arm "Mako it’s alright, he'll leave me alone now, right Geho?". The man glared at Mako "don’t think your boyfriend here will give me much of a choice". "Geho it’s not like that..." you started but the boy swore and just walked away "fuck you y/n". Mako glared and went to follow him when he realised you were still crying. "Y/n" Mako said softly "are you okay? Do you need a tissue? A hug?". You took Mako’s last suggestion and buried your head against him. Mako wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back saying soothing things. Mako held you tightly for a while before it started to rain and he frowned. "Come on let’s get you home" Mako said putting an arm around you and you nodded "thank you".

Mako got you home, upstairs and into your room without any of your family noticing. You sat on the edge of your bed not bothering to remove your coat, scarf or shoes and Mako frowned "y/n what happened". You wiped your eyes and looked at him "i just lost my best friend". Mako sat beside you "how?". You sniffed and Mako looked at you "y/n?". "Geho asked me out...he’s apparently liked me for a while and i had no idea! I told him i didn’t feel that way and he got angry and aggressively persistent. He was trying to convince me to give him a chance and getting madder that I didn’t want to when you got him away from me". Mako raised an eyebrow "he got mad at you for not liking him?". You nodded and Mako shook his head. Mako went to comment on how stupid that was when you sighed "i mean maybe it was my fault, maybe i was too friendly and gave him the wrong idea, I should’ve noticed he liked me...". Mako almost produced fire that idea made him so angry. "No" Mako said firmly "y/n you did nothing wrong! Being friendly is no invitation for a guy to try something with you and you’re not supposed to always know how he feels. He’s a grown man he could just tell you..." Mako trailed off realising that applied to him too and coughed "and to blame you for not liking him...y/n he’s an asshole and you deserve way better friends than him". "But he’s my oldest friend" you sniffed and Mako shrugged "well if he’s a true friend he'll come back and apologise, i think he should beg for forgiveness personally". Mako relaxed to see you smile slightly. "And if he doesn’t then who needs him? You don’t need guys like that around you y/n, nobody should ever treat you that way". You smiled looking up at Mako "how are you so sure?". "Because it’s common courtesy, because it takes nothing to be polite. After all, friends should never blame you for your feelings or things you can’t control, because you’re the kindest sweetest person i know and if anyone does ever treat you that way i will put a stop to it". You smiled softly "like today? You were like a knight in shining armour, you just appeared out of nowhere". Mako smiled "i’m just glad i was nearby, when i saw him reach out for you...". You tensed and Mako frowned "but you’re okay, you’re safe" he rushed to reassure you. You nodded "thanks to you". "You know i can teach you some stuff" Mako told you "so you know what to do if a guy tries to grab you like that again". "You can?" you asked and Mako nodded "there’s actually a lot of ways to get out of holds and to reverse them on the person, I can show you a bunch of ways to protect yourself". "You’d help me with that?" you asked and Mako nodded "of course!". You smiled "thanks Mako that’s amazing! I’m so glad i met you". Mako’s heart lifted and he smiled "i’m glad i met you too". He wanted to tuck that piece of hair behind your ear but didn’t want to touch you and scare you after what had just happened. "I think i’m going to shower and then go to sleep" you announced and Mako nodded standing up. "Thanks for today" you smiled at him and Mako nodded "no problem and if you need me, for anything, even if it’s just to have someone with you until you fall asleep...just call me". You smiled "thanks Mako" and he focused on your watery eyes and red nose and just wanted to comfort you. "Can i hug you?" he asked and you blushed but were so pleased he asked for permission. "Yes" you smiled and he wrapped you in a hug. You hugged him tightly feeling safe there and when you seperated Mako was worried to see you were crying again. "Y/n are you alright...". "Yes you just make me feel safe" you smiled through tears "that’s all". Mako blushed and felt so proud he made you feel that way. “That makes me glad to hear, I’d do anything to keep you safe and well....all your family” he trailed off and you smiled. “Well you do so thank you...for being you I guess?” you said awkwardly and Mako laughed. “No problem...I meant what I said, just bang on the ceiling if you need me” Mako said as his room was above yours. “Thanks Mako” you smiled and Mako nodded leaving your room.

Mako closed your door softly and walked to his own room. Bolin burst in soon after and gasped “where’s y/n? Is she okay?”. “She’s alright, her friend was harassing her but I got him to leave her alone, hopefully he’ll never go near her again but if he does....”. Bolin laughed “I can imagine what you’d do to him for messing with y/n given your feelings for her”. Mako blushed looking away “is it that obvious?”. “Ow yeah to everyone apart from her” Bolin nodded “but maybe not after today”. “I’d have helped her regardless” Mako explained and Bolin nodded “yeah I know...but I don’t think you’d be so emotional and protective, all i’m saying is she might’ve noticed that”. “Maybe” Mako nodded “but after what she’s been through the last thing I want to do is to put any pressure on her”. Bolin nodded “i get that, so just let her come to you, or wait for enough time to pass and then ask her out”. Mako nodded “I think the first option” and Bolin smirked “chicken!”. Mako shook his head “you didn’t see how upset she was, I’d do anything not to see her cry again...I’ll let her come to me if or when she wants to, I’m not going to stop showing I care about her but I’m also not going to force her to decide anything, I’ll be here if she wants me” Mako said adamantly. Bolin smiled “aww my big brother all in love, so cute”. Mako blushed and pushed Bolin away from him. “You’re an idiot” he huffed and got into bed turning the light out. Mako listened as Bolin pottered around the room and he sighed. “You’re not an idiot Bolin you’re just...accurately annoying” Mako clarified. “I know” Bolin smirked and Mako rolled his eyes. Bolin was exactly right, Mako had fallen for you hard and he’d do anything to protect you. He meant what he said though and wouldn’t pressure you in any way, he’d wait for you....as long as it took.

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I only recently realised Mako was only 8 when his parents died and he became Bolin’s guardian which made me really sad...so I wanted to write something where someone looked after Mako for once. 

#mako #lok mako #legend of korra mako #mako imagine #mako x reader #legend of korra imagine #avatar mako #lok bolin #bolin #bolin and mako #shady shin #republic city #avatar legend of korra #legend of korra #avatar bolin

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Trust Me -- Part 2

02/06/2021: Wow, uh, wow. This one got me. Almost started crying at the cheesy ending. I will cringe at it in precisely two months from now. Thank you guys SO much for all the positive feedback of PART 1, it really helped me finish this part. Without you guys, this would have been still sitting in my drafts. There's lowkey a bit of pressure in this actually being GOOD, so I'm sitting here with a bit of Imposter SyndromeTM and crossing everything I can cross that you guys like it. I can't tell whether I went overboard or not, though... I guess that's for you guys to tell me lmao.

Also, these commas can be pried from my very cold, extremely dead, fingers.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! For the first time in almost ever, I'm a bit very nervous to post this -- I hope you enjoy it!!

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Warnings: Lots of swearing, a bit of graphic violence, implicit mention of sexual assault (I hope it's not a spoiler to say that this does not actually happen, but the idea is used as manipulation. It's not done well, but I'm blaming that on the character being a horrible liar, instead of me sucking at write arseholes), implied character death.

Pairing: Edward Kenway x F!Reader

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The neighbouring ship was chaotic. The opponents were drunk on victory, so slipping through unnoticed was easy. The hard part was going to be staying undercover until you could free Edward and the rest of the crew without anyone falling casualty. “Strip them of their weapons and take them to the brig!” You heard the Quartermaster yell. Thinking quickly, you moved to Edward; if you knew where his weapons were, escaping could be much easier. People were already pulling out his pistols and cutlasses, fortunately dumping them in your arms. Looking around, you pulled away to hide them in an inconspicuous barrel for later.

You weren’t planning on staying long.

Quickly rejoining the group, you took hold of one of your crew members -- you recognised him as one named Jonah -- at the back of the crowd, keeping your face covered lest they accidentally reveal your identity. You kept your eye on Edward’s tense shoulders the entire time, heading below deck and to the rows of cells at the end of the ship.

As you gently pushed Jonah into the cell, someone slammed the door shut, chucking the ring of keys your way. “Lock ‘em up.” Swallowing, you nodded, feeling uncomfortable under their gaze while turning the key in the lock. Taking them out of your hands, a mop and bucket was shoved in its place. “You’re on cleaning duty, starting upstairs; let’s go.” With one last glance, your eyes scoured for Edward before they all disappeared from view.

----------

Edward

There was this crushing anxiety he just couldn’t shake. It rendered him almost motionless, crouched in the corner of the cell, picking at his sleeves. There was a commotion heading towards them; he was in for company he was not in the mood for.

Heavy footsteps gave away the visitor. “We searched your boat.” His crew parted to clear a view as Charles Marlowe relaxed against the cell bars. “We found your woman.”

Edward’s eyes snapped to Marlowe’s as he clenched his jaw, almost daring him to say more.

With a chuckle and a disgusting grin, he brought out a small knife to clean. “Don’t you want to know where she is?”

“I expect you’d would tell me regardless.”

“I would advise against winding me up, Kenway. I could always take my anger out on her instead.”

It took a second for Edward’s arms to fly through the bars, constricting around Marlowe’s throat. “What have you done with her?”

Although cold metal pressed against his jaw, he didn’t ease up.

“She’s waiting for me very nicely... in my cabin.”

Edward didn’t have to think very hard to infer his meaning.

“I’ll kill you if you touch her. I’ll kill you.” Growling, he held impossibly tighter, for if he was here, he wasn’t there.

“With your actions come consequences, Kenway. And you might not be the one paying for them.”

A dilemma came to mind: delay him to keep him away from you, or risk the consequences of his revenge?

Somewhat luckily, he didn’t need to choose.

Before Edward could comprehend that he loosened his grip, Marlowe slipped out of his grasp. The distraught Captain pressed himself against the bars, anger drenching his expression as he heaved out breaths. His captor laughed. “You’re very good at empty threats, Kenway.”

“It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.” His cold tone streaked through the crew, setting hairs on end. They had never heard their Captain like this before; so angry, so dangerous.

It terrified them.

“That remains to be seen. In the meantime…” With a mocking whistling tune, Marlowe spun on his heels and began to walk away.

“Come back here, bilge rat!” He pulled harshly against the cell door. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“Then you better stay in line.”

As he disappeared from view, Edward’s emotions overwhelmed him, frustrated tears coming to his eyes. He turned to a solid wall, slamming the side of his fist against it and yelled.

Fear, anger, guilt, and grief echoed around the brig.

Collapsing against the wood, he hid his face in his hands, aiming to either calm himself or hide his inevitable breakdown.

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Y/N

“Finish up downstairs.” Nodding affirmatively, you picked up the mop bucket and eagerly headed beneath deck, having to consciously slow down to avoid suspicion. You were glad you were disguised in the uniform of Marlowe’s crew instead of the rags of the common sailors aboard; it would’ve made the job much harder than it had to be.

Keeping a level head, you walked past the cell holding your family and placed the mop bucket against the wall, scanning the deck.

Empty.

Sighing in relief, you realised that you were alone with your crew at last. As you pulled the covering off of your face, you shushed frantically, the cell almost erupting into cheers. You gestured for them to part, eyeing Edward, almost balled up in the corner of the cell. “Hey, Ed,” you whispered, watching as his head snapped up to you, eyes widening.

Scrambling up, he strode to the bars in a second, reaching through the gaps to hold you. “Thank Christ…” he exhaled in relief, bringing your forehead to his lips between the bars. You pulled away after a few moments, sharing relieved glances. “Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?” he asked, eyes scanning you for any sign of injuries.

“No, no, I’m okay. Are you alright? Did we lose anyone?”

“I’m... fine; I haven’t done a head count yet.”

You didn’t reply, watching as Jonah came up to tap Edward on the shoulder. “Capt’n?”

He turned around, withdrawing his hands as Ryan came into view. “I can’t find my da’.” His voice was barely stable, cheeks stained with tear tracks. For a second, you both exchanged sorrowful glances.

Edward crouched down, ruffling his hair. “He’ll be around, lad. We just have to find him. Maybe he’s escaped and is planning his own rescue mission for us.”

Ryan nodded, wanting to believe him. Meanwhile, Edward stood and brought Jonah close, leaning to whisper in his ear. He withdrew, a willing but uncertain look on his face. Both retreated back into the small crowd.

“What did you tell him?” you asked.

“...That he has to look after Ryan now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut to stave off tears. “Shit.”

His fingers gently grazed your cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright? Does Marlowe know you’re here?”

Frowning, you shook your head. “I wouldn’t have thought so; if he did, I’d be stuck in there with you.”

His expression was nearly unreadable, but you could sense his anxiety. “I saw him come from here a few moments ago. What was he saying?”

“He…” Pausing for a moment, Edward swallowed. “Just Templar bullshit.”

You scoffed at the notion. “Of course he did. Look, I know how to get out of this.”

“I’ll take anything at this point.” Although his tone was sarcastic, you could tell that for the first time, he didn’t know what to do.

“He needs to die.”

Edward froze, brows narrowing, realising your intention. “No, Y/N, no.”

“‘No’ was an option in Nassau, but we don’t have that choice--”

“No, there must be another way -- “

“There is no other way! This is our only chance--”

“Are you hearing me?! He--”

“Do you understand the situation we’re in?!”

“No, Y/N, please--”

“All it takes is--”

“Just LISTEN to me!” He hissed through gritted teeth, grasping your arm to give it a sharp shake to stop you talking over him. The shock threw you into silence. Lowering his voice, he continued. “If you make so much as one mistake, he won’t just kill you; he’ll make you wish you were dead. Please, please, don’t do this.”

You were stunned. You’ve never seen him so adamant about staying your blade. The desperation in his tone threw you off; you’ve never heard him this serious -- this frantic -- before.

Edward grabbed one of your hands in both of his, bringing your knuckles to rest against his lips. “I love you… with everything I have; I can’t lose you. Not if I can help it,” he murmured, closing his eyes. Your heart broke as you watched a tear escape, trailing down his skin.

“Okay, okay.” You rarely saw Edward cry, and when you did, it was usually due to either drinking or laughing. He took a small, shuddering breath, trying to compose himself.

“We wait for Adé. Then we’ll think about Marlowe.”

“Alright, okay. Hey...” you caressed his jaw. “I’m okay. We’ll be okay. Trust me.”

You heard ruckus above the deck. “Someone’s coming.” Both of you broke away like shrapnel, Edward sitting himself on the floor while you mopped, facing the wall.

And that was how things were.

----------

A couple of weeks had passed since the crew was abducted from the Jackdaw. Everyone had been forced to labour on the deck, doing various jobs, from scrubbing floors to adjusting sails to everything in between. Adé was nowhere to be seen; whether he was hidden on deck and still strategising, or God forbid, something worse, you didn’t know.

A few didn’t make it.

Keeping your identity hidden was becoming increasingly difficult as time went on, of both being a woman and lover of the imprisoned Captain. You had, however, been able to gather intel of Marlowe from the crew that despised him. Each day further validated your belief that this man would be much better off dead; the crew have no loyalty except out of fear, and you could work with that.

You understood Edward’s fear, but it would be selfish of you to stand back and not do anything, watching as almost everyone on the ship suffered; if you did nothing, you would regret it for the rest of your days.

One particular morning was extremely hot, extremely dry, and extremely labour intensive. You were almost halfway through your journey, and you knew you were running out of time. Something had to happen, and soon, or you would never make it to the end of the year.

----------

Edward

After the first week, the crew joined the common sailors around the ship, performing average labour over hours. There was barely time to rest, eat, or drink; he could tell that this was wearing him down more than any form of torture.

The sun’s rays beat down on the nape of his neck as midday approached. Orders were to scrub the floor. He had a brush in his hand the size of a polishing brush, sharing a bucket with four other members of his crew. Each time he made eye contact with one of them, he’d give them a reassuring look; they’d all get out of this, he just needed a plan.

Doors were haphazardly flung open, Marlowe revealing himself from his cabin, followed by an entourage of his closest crew. They clumsily made their way across the ship, bumping into those scrubbing the deck, only to send them a look as if it was their fault in the first place.

One of them knocked over a bucket of water, spilling the liquid across the wood. Edward looked up to observe the situation. It belonged to his crew, including Jonah and Ryan. Marlowe stopped, his stare set on the ones kneeling, completely ignoring the real culprit. “You.” He crooked his finger towards Ryan. “Get up.”

With a petrified look on his face, Ryan stumbled to his feet, shaking like a leaf. “It wasn’t--”

Marlowe put his hand up, a warning to shut up. “It was your bucket, was it not?”

“Y-Yes, but--”

“So it was your responsibility, correct?”

“W-Well--”

“It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, boy.”

“... Yes, sir.”

Marlowe turned to call to his second in command. “Get the cat.”

Edward’s heart stopped. By now, the ship had dropped to complete silence. They wouldn’t… he was only a boy. Marlowe was sadistic, but he wouldn’t be that evil, would he?

Before he could stop himself, Edward found himself standing protectively in front of Ryan. The child gripped onto his sleeve as he was pushed behind his Captain by the arm. “Why don’t you give a punishment to someone who deserves it?”

Marlowe held a neutral expression. “You’re right…” With a wave of his hand, arms snaked themselves around Edward’s, pulling him away from the others, restraining his movements.

Edward’s eyes flitted to Ryan for a split second; he was pulled to sit beside Jonah before he gained any more unwanted attention. Marlowe came to stand in front of him, unpinning his cape from around his shoulders. It fell into someone’s arms, who carried it away. Although his limbs were pulled harshly behind him, he held his head high, a hard expression in his eyes.

Undoing his cuffs, Marlowe smirked. “I believe you deserve twenty, in place of that boy…” Without warning, a fist came into contact with Edward’s sternum. If it weren’t for the arms holding him upright, the force would have sent his knees buckling. As he regained his breath, he glared at Marlowe. “Another twenty is in order for disobedience…” Another strike winded him again, this one seemingly worse than before. Keeled over, hair blocking his vision, he almost didn’t notice Marlowe leaning into his ear. “Then, about as many as I deem fit…”

Standing up straight, he shook out his hand. “Get him ready.”

Edward stumbled as he was half-dragged across the deck to the main mast. His chest and face collided with the post, the wood almost burning his skin. His arms were pulled taut above his head, rope quickly entwining itself around his wrists. He gave them an experimental tug, his heart skipping a beat when he found not even an inch of give.

Oh, fuck.

Hands gripped the back of his shirt, swiftly tearing it open. His muscles tensed as the sunlight hit his skin. Closing his eyes, he steeled himself with a breath.

The first strike licked his skin, the force shoving him against the post, ripping open stripes of flesh. Pain shot across his back. Biting a back a groan, Edward clenched his jaw. Sweat trailed down his temples, arms straining against the ropes.

Resting his forehead against the post, he prepared for the next lash.

But the strike never came.

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Y/N

Ooh, boy.

You were shocked at yourself for a moment, your hand firmly wrapped around Marlowe’s extended wrist, the cat of nine tails trickling Edward’s blood onto the back of your hand.

“I demand satisfaction.”

Gasps and muttering littered the crowd, and you kept to yourself the true realisation of what you’ve done.

You’ve challenged Marlowe to a duel.

“Don’t…” Edward looked over his shoulder, voice loud enough for only you to hear.

You spared him a side glance, urging him to quiet down.

Instead of the expected anger, Marlowe chuckled. “Alright; who demands it?”

You pulled off your face covering and hat, the sun hitting the skin on your face fully for the first time in two weeks. “Naturally, me.”

He hummed darkly, eyes narrowing with recognition. “Naturally.” He began to unsheathe his sword.

“I thought you were a man of tradition; are pistols not your forte?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

After a prolonged glance, metal clicked back into its leather hold. “You really don’t know what you’re getting into, my dear.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“... Let’s get this over with.”

Your heart pounded. This was such a stupid move.

But it was also your only move.

Hiding your own fear, you held eye contact with Marlowe. With trembling fingers, you drew your own pistol, gifted to you by Edward from your last birthday. It was very much your lucky charm, and you hoped it wouldn’t fail you now.

“Ten paces, on my count.” You had no idea who the voice belonged to, nor did you have the current emotional capacity to care. Pulling the hammer down on your pistol, you turned your back to Marlowe. A blank was fired, the echoing shot a signal to start moving.

1…

2…

3...

It was almost deadly quiet.

4…

5…

6…

This was stupid, this was a bad idea. You won’t make it.

7…

8--

An unexpected shot rang out. You dropped to the floor, a pain beginning to blossom in your side.

“NO!”

Marlowe had cheated. Internally, you scoffed. Of course he did.

Although it stung, you were surprised at how bearable the pain was, given you just got shot.

Or did you?

You lay still, partly in shock and partly to plan what to do next.

“What are you all looking at? Get back to work!”

“Y/N? Y/N/N!” You heard Edward’s voice crack. “You cheating bastard!”

“Now, now, Kenway. Don’t forget the position you’re in.”

Floorboards creaked as someone approached. Pistol miraculously still in hand, you waited for as long as possible. Just a little longer....

A shadow shaded your face from the sun. Without thinking, you turned, aimed, and shot.

Marlowe stared back, glassy eyed, blood trickling down his nose.

A moment later, he collapsed.

No one dared to move, choosing to stare at the body in front of them, not quite believing that he was dead.

The monster of a man was dead.

After the adrenaline ebbed away, you sighed heavily. “Glad that’s over.” A hand came into view, offering assistance to stand up. You locked eyes with someone who should have made himself known a long time ago. “Adé!” Accepting the help, you smirked. “Great timing.”

You quickly moved to Edward to begin untying the knots around his wrists. “What the fuck were you thinking?!” he exclaimed, exertion clear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you--”

“Worrying me?” One wrist freed, he deftly moved to the other. “When I saw you lying there, I felt as if I had died!”

You sighed. “I needed to do something, lest you became more bone than back.”

“That was the most stupid plan I’ve ever seen in my life.” His hands free, he paid no heed to his own wounds and immediately tried to inspect yours. “You were so irresponsible--”

Bringing his face to yours, you stopped him talking with a kiss.

He diffused immediately, finally processing that you were in front of him, alive, and Marlowe was the one dead on the floor. Melting into you, the tension in his muscles dissipated, replaced only with relief. He broke apart from you, burying his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“If the plan worked, it couldn’t have been that stupid,” you remarked.

“I’m so sorry.” His words were mumbled into your shoulder.

“You were looking out for me; I would have done the same if the roles were reversed.” You hugged him back, recoiling when he suddenly flinched in pain. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

“Shall we just accept each other’s apologies and call it a day?”

You laughed. “That would be good.”

Turning to the hands on deck, you raised your pistol in the air. “It’s over, lads! We can go home!”

You held your side, the pain greatly subsided under the amount of other emotions you were feeling; joy, relief, but also grief. Not for Marlowe, but for the ones that didn’t see this day.

You made a vow there and then; a vow to live your life the way they would have lived.

With joyful, carefree fun.

With the ability to live in the moment.

With gratitude for what you still have that they lost: For some, love, and for others, life.

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[hrina]

Something Strange

PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: R WORD COUNT: 6.3k+ REQUESTED: no

uhhhh hi. so. this is my (first ever) halloween fic, ft. infuriatingly cocky ghostbuster!harry. i really hope you guys enjoy it, and just like every other writer on this godforsaken site, i’d love to hear any feedback that you might have. ok im done now lol go forth and read :)

warnings: cursing, brief nsfw content, a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions, and harry being an asshole with a secret heart of gold.

~*~

    October 2nd, 2021

Your attention is first caught by the massive, obnoxiously-coloured truck parked in Mindy and Gerald’s driveway. The entire vehicle is a shade of navy blue, though its sophistication is ruined by the neon green bubble lettering streaked across its doors.

Spooked? Call Styles’ Scares!

Beneath that, there’s a promise painted in bright pink:

Lasting results or your money back!

“What the hell?” you mutter.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and exit your car, momentarily forgetting about the groceries sitting in the trunk. Mindy and Gerald are standing on their porch, absorbed in a light-hearted conversation. When they catch sight of you trekking across the lawn, they smile brightly and offer up a pair of welcoming waves.

“Hi, there!” you call, shoving your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. “What’s all this?”

“Good afternoon, dear!” Mindy replies. She quickly descends the front steps, meeting you halfway and enveloping you in a tight hug. “How are you? It’s been a while since we last spoke.”

“You can drop in whenever you want,” you say, chuckling. “It’s not like I live very far away.”

“How have you been?” Gerald follows his wife, steadily making his way off the porch. “How’s school?”

“It’s alright.” You shrug. “Things are picking up, now, but I’m trying my best to stay on top of them.”

You toss your thumb over your shoulder, gesturing to the bright pickup truck parked in their driveway. (It really is ugly, you think. Probably one of the ugliest vehicles that you’ve ever had the displeasure of perceiving.)

“What’s going on?”

“Oh!” Mindy lifts her hands to her mouth, gazing at you with wide, serious eyes. “Our house is haunted.”

You balk. “Pardon me?”

“I know, I know,” she sighs, shaking her head. “It sounds silly. I didn’t believe it at first either, but—something keeps knocking our picture frames off the wall. And the lights! They start flickering at random intervals throughout the day.”

“Are you sure it’s not just rats?” you joke.

Gerald, who has now joined you on the lawn, holds up his hand solemnly. “We tried using traps, but they haven’t been touched at all.”

“Exactly.” Mindy nods, turning back to you. “We’re already worried about Joseph’s wedding next week, so one of the ladies at the community centre recommended Harry. That same day, Gerald gave him a call, and that was the end of it.”

“Who’s Harry?” you ask, brows knitting together in confusion.

“Er—” A deep voice sounds from behind you. “I am.”

When you turn around, you come face-to-face with one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen. He’s got mossy green eyes, dark pink lips, and brown hair that curls around his temples and behind his ears. Smooth skin stretches out over high, chiseled cheekbones and a sharp jaw. He’s wearing a pair of light-wash jeans and matching white sneakers. A black hoodie covers his broad chest; upon taking a closer look, you note that the two front strings have been tied into a picturesque little bow.

Mindy wastes no time, introducing the two of you immediately. When Harry holds out his hand for you to shake, you don’t hesitate.

“Did you want my card?” he asks, peering at you curiously.

You study his expression. Beneath his seemingly sincere exterior, arrogance runs wild and unchecked. You know this man. You’ve met him a hundred different times under a hundred different circumstances, and you’ve learned to recognize a lost cause when you’re staring it square in the face.

“Not at all.” You shoot him a fake smile. “I’m just the neighbour.”

“Right.” His lips twitch. He steps back, rolling his shoulders and lifting his chin in the direction of the house. “Well, I should probably get to work. It was nice meeting you, babe.”

Your nose wrinkles as the pet name sinks in.

When you turn back around to resume your conversation with Mindy and Gerald, they’re gone. Your eyes bounce to the right, where you find them guiding Harry up the porch steps. Mindy has one hand on his bicep whilst gesturing animatedly with the other. Gerald opens the front door and holds out his arm, welcoming Harry inside.

You scoff, shaking your head in disdain.

“Ghosts aren’t real,” you mumble as you make your way back across the lawn. The trunk of your car squeaks when you pull it open, and plastic bags rustle as you gather your groceries into your arms.

Ghosts aren’t real. And Harry is obviously a scammer, based on…well, based on everything. The tacky design on his truck. The unprofessional wardrobe. The self-assuredness emanating from every cell in his body. Babe.

But Mindy and Gerald truly believe that their home is haunted. Trying to change their minds without a shred of physical proof is pointless. You blow out a soft sigh, accepting the grim reality of your situation.

Your neighbours are gullible, trusting people. And for the next few days—whether you like it or not—Harry is here to stay.

      October 5th, 2021

You’re approximately two seconds away from chucking your textbook against the far wall.

You’ve been trying to finish this chapter for the past hour. And though you pride yourself on being tolerant when it comes to petty annoyances, your patience is wearing thin. A quick glance out of your bedroom window reveals Harry’s hideous pickup truck parked—yet again—in Mindy and Gerald’s driveway.

You roll your eyes. Of course.

The piercing, raucous whirring starts up again; you release a frustrated yell, slamming your book shut and leaping off your bed. You’re muttering obscenities under your breath as you stalk down the hall, stopping briefly to slide on a pair of fuzzy slippers. When you yank your front door open, the chilly autumn air settles into your bones.

The clamour grows louder as you stomp across your shared lawn. When you knock on Mindy and Gerald’s door, the commotion is nearly unbearable. A few seconds go by, during which your presence remains unacknowledged; you rap once again on the wood, hoping that the sound will be conspicuous enough amidst all of the background noise.

Sure enough, everything goes quiet. Your shoulders slump with relief just as the door opens. Mindy greets you with a friendly smile.

“Hi, dear,” she says kindly. “What can I do for you?”

“Hi.” You force yourself to mirror her affable expression, hoping that she can’t see the pained exhaustion brewing in your eyes. “Could I just—could I speak with Harry, please? It won’t take long.”

“Of course.” She nods before peering at you anxiously. “Don’t tell me that you’ve got ghosts, too.”

“No.” You shake your head. Ghosts aren’t real, you want to say, but you hold your tongue. “No, I just—I just need to have a quick word with him, that’s all.”

“Alright. I’ll go fetch him.” She turns around and totters away.

You hear her call his name, followed by the telltale sound of shuffling. After a few long moments, he’s there, leaning against the doorway with a bemused look on his face.

“Evening, babe,” he says coolly. “What’s up?”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap, folding your arms over your chest.

Harry’s eyebrows shoot upward. He hadn’t expected you to greet him with such animosity, you suppose. His outfit is nearly identical to that of the other day, save for the red bandana perched atop his head. He buries his fingers into the pockets of his jeans, shrugging nonchalantly and pinning you with a blasé, unimpressed gaze.

“Noted,” he says. The corners of his lips curl up into a crooked smirk as he repeats, “What’s up?”

“You need to keep it down,” you say flatly. “I don’t know what kind of fake ‘exorcism’ bullshit you’re trying to pull off, but the noise is driving me insane. I need to study.”

“‘Fake’?” Harry parrots. “You don’t believe in spirits?”

“No,” you deadpan. “I don’t.” You narrow your eyes, studying the subtle movements of his face. “And if I had to take a wild guess, neither do you.”

“Really,” he says, chuckling softly. It isn’t a question.

“Really.”

Harry watches you, tickled by your obvious exasperation. “I get the feeling that you don’t like me very much.”

“Look at that,” you say, rolling your eyes. “He does have a brain.”

“You’re so judgmental.” He laughs, shaking his head. “How can you dislike me when you barely even know me?”

“I know enough,” you reply, scowling. “I know that you’re a fraud who takes advantage of people and their fears. And for what? Just so that you can take home a paycheque at the end of the day?”

“Ouch.” Harry feigns injury, placing a large hand over his heart. “That hurts, babe.”

There it is again. Babe.

“You know what?” Your nostrils flare. “Forget this—it’s like trying to explain rocket science to a toddler.”

He grins. “Yeah, I suppose. I’m much cuter, though, don’t you think?”

You scoff, pedalling backward. “In your dreams.”

His delight only seems to grow when your retort sinks in. You whip around, descending the porch steps and storming back toward your house. When you chance a glance over your shoulder, Harry is still standing in the doorway, a shit-eating smile stretched wide across his cheeks.

“Just keep it down, okay?” you call irritably.

He raises two fingers to his temple in a mock-salute, and you march away without another word.

      October 8th, 2021

“You’re sure?”

You laugh. “Yes, Mindy, I’m sure. I promise.”

“Alright,” she assents, blowing out a quiet sigh through the phone. “I went grocery shopping today, so our cupboards are fully stocked—help yourself to anything you’d like. Also, when you flush the downstairs toilet, the water may look like it’s rising, but it goes down after a second or two.”

“Noted.” You snicker. “Anything else?”

“That’s it,” she says. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem,” you reply. “Tell Joseph and Amy that I said congratulations, yeah?”

“We will! See you later, dear.”

“See you later.”

      October 9th, 2021

When Mindy and Gerald get back tomorrow afternoon, you’re going to wring their necks.

Agreeing to housesit whilst they celebrated their son’s wedding a few cities away? Sure. Fine. You had a long night full of nothing planned—sitting in front of the television, munching on some snacks, relaxing for the evening and trying to forget about all of the schoolwork waiting for you at home. You were in the middle of watching a Golden Girls rerun when, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Coming!” You stood, setting your bowl of popcorn aside. The knocking continued as you made your way to the front entrance, wiping your buttery fingers against the dark leggings covering your thighs.

“I’m coming,” you said exasperatedly. You opened the door, ready to shoo away whoever it was—a salesperson, probably.

Instead, you came face-to-face with Harry.

And now, you’re here—slumped on the couch, angrily shovelling popcorn into your mouth. You keep your gaze trained on the television, trying your hardest to avoid the man who is setting up his “equipment” in the middle of the room.

“Can’t you do this in the kitchen?” you deadpan.

He flicks a switch on his machine—it looks an awful lot like a standard centrifuge. What a fraud.

“Spirit energy’s strongest in here,” he grunts. His knees scuff against the carpeted floor.

A derisive laugh falls from your lips. “Mindy and Gerald aren’t here—you can drop the act.”

Harry glances up at you, his pretty green irises glimmering. “What act?”

You roll your eyes and look away, fixing your attention back on the grainy screen.

Neither of you say anything for the next few minutes; tension builds, saturating the air and making it hard for you to breathe. Eventually, Harry breaks through the awkward silence. You want to scream.

“Er—” he starts, expectant. “Do you mind stepping out for a second? I need the room.”

Your nostrils flare. “Excuse me?”

“I need the—”

“I heard you,” you say, sitting up straight. “You don’t need anything. What the hell are you playing at?”

“I’m not quite sure what you mean, babe.” His tone is genuine, but you can sense the mirth simmering just beneath the surface. His lips twitch, and your frustration boils like water over a stove.

“Stop calling me that,” you snap, folding your arms across your chest. “And stop playing dumb. Other people might put up with your pseudo-spooky bullshit, but I won’t. Ghosts aren’t real!”

The lights go out.

You gasp, straining your eyes in an attempt to regain your bearings. Slowly, blurry shapes and shadows materialise in front of you. You fumble around for your phone, picking it up and tapping the screen. A moment later, the device’s flash lights up the room. You shine it from side to side, eventually settling on Harry, who is looking up at the ceiling in complete and utter bewilderment.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Now you’ve done it.”

“Done what?” you squawk, glaring at him. “The power went out. Big deal.”

The lights flicker fleetingly, and then the room is dark again. Your eyes drift over to Harry; he’s smirking.

“This isn’t a ghost,” you say stubbornly, waving your phone around. The bright light bounces across the walls before you steady yourself, positioning the beam back on him. He stands, sinking his hands into the deep pockets of his sweatpants.

“And how would you know?” he teases, cocking one eyebrow challengingly.

“Because,” you scoff. “Ghosts aren’t real.”

Something crashes to the floor. You yelp in surprise, your head snapping to the right. When you shine your light in the direction of the noise, you find a shattered picture frame lying on the ground.

“What the fuck?” Harry murmurs, advancing toward the mess.

“Careful!” you say, holding up your hand. He stops in his tracks, peering over at you in confusion. “There’s glass, idiot,” you explain, climbing to your feet. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

He shoots you a crooked smile. “You do care.”

“I don’t.” Your response is curt. “I just don’t feel like driving you to the hospital so that they can remove fragments from your foot.”

Harry chuckles.

You sigh, squinting at the fallen frame. “We can clean it up when the lights come back on,” you say, mostly to yourself. “I don’t want to risk anything.”

He nods and yawns, stretching his arms out above his head. “Suit yourself, babe.”

“The next time you call me that, I’m going to—”

“What?” he asks, padding over to the sofa. You watch him approach with a deep scowl on your face. He collapses onto the couch, slouching and spreading his legs obnoxiously wide. “You gonna beat me up or something?”

You shake your head in disbelief, stepping away from him. “You’re a piece of shit.”

“So you say,” he replies, unbothered.

“You’re so—”

You break off, producing an angry noise in the back of your throat. Harry winks at you; in response, you whip around and storm away, carving out a path from the living room to the kitchen.

You shine the light from your phone across the cupboards, making a beeline for the fridge. When you pull it open, the cold compartment is dark. Squinting, you reach for one of the many water bottles stacked on the top shelf.

Stupid Harry, with his stupid smile and his stupid eyes and his stupid attitude and his stupid bogus business. You can’t believe that Mindy and Gerald were naïve enough to fall for his bullshit. You need to have a long talk with them when they get back, you think—to ensure that they never swallow a pill this big ever again.

“Thirsty?”

You nearly jump out of your skin, pointing your phone toward the kitchen’s exit. Harry is standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest. You bring one hand up to your sternum, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Jesus Christ,” you hiss, shaking your head. “You scared the shit out of me!”

He snickers lowly. You turn your attention back to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and uncapping it quickly. Through the darkness, Harry watches you gulp down the cool liquid; you pretend not to notice.

“Can I help you?” you finally ask, wiping your mouth with the heel of your palm.

“No.” He shrugs. “Just…looking, I guess.”

“That’s creepy,” you reply flatly. He laughs.

“May I steal a bottle?” he says, padding across the tiles. “I’m parched.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek. “I—sure. Whatever.”

And though you try, you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from him. He hums as he opens up the fridge, leaning forward to get a better look inside. You play with the hem of your sweater, standing behind him awkwardly. When he peers over his shoulder, you quickly look away, feigning interest in the marble countertop next to the sink.

“Er—” he starts. He fixes you with an inquisitive look, glancing down at the device in your hand. “Would you mind? I can’t see anything.”

“Don’t you have your own?” you ask.

“Yeah, but you’re already holding yours. Come on.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

You draw nearer, lifting your phone and shining its flash into the fridge. Harry hums, plucking a water bottle off the top shelf with a satisfied smile. When he turns to face you, a puff of air catches in your throat; he’s awfully close, his torso brushing almost imperceptibly against yours.

You stare up at him, stunned. There’s a small mole beneath the left corner of his mouth. Part of you—an insignificant, microscopic part—fights the urge to reach out and run your thumb over the mark.

“I’m sorry for calling you a piece of shit,” you blurt.

He inhales deeply, chest expanding and fitting a bit more firmly against your own.

The contact snaps you out of your trance. You retreat, backing up against the counter to maintain your balance. Harry clears his throat and glances away.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice hoarse.

Unable to find the right words, you simply nod.

The two of you stand there for a long moment, sinking into a pool of uncomfortable silence. Just when you think that you’re going to choke on the invisible tension, a faint buzz resonates through the air. Less than a second later, the power returns, illuminating the kitchen in a wash of warm, brilliant light.

“Thank God,” you mutter. You shut the flash on your phone, sliding the device beneath the waistband of your leggings.

Harry blinks rapidly, disoriented. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

He waves your question away. “No, it’s—it’s nothing.”

And you don’t really feel like pressing the subject, so you let it go. A tired sigh falls from your mouth as you scan your surroundings.

“Help me find a broom,” you tell him. “We need to sweep up the glass in the other room.”

His lips twitch. “What’s the magic word?”

There he is. The same insufferable man who has been pushing your buttons all week. You scowl, shooting him a displeased glare.

“Forget it.” You drag your fingers down the left side of your face. “I’ll do it myself.”

~*~

“You sure you don’t want my help?” Harry calls, kicking his feet up onto the sofa.

You grunt, crouching next to the shattered glass on the floor. “Positive.”

The broom and dustpan that you’ve acquired from the laundry room are old and frail, but you suppose that they’ll get the job done. You set the dustpan down on the ground, wrapping your fingers around the broom’s handle and trying to maneuver it in an efficient way. It’s no easy feat, but eventually, you manage to create a small, compact pile of shards. Gingerly, you reach for the picture frame, plucking it up from the ground and setting it off to the side. Next, you take your time sweeping all of the fragments into the dustpan, inspecting the floor for any lingering bits.

“Struggling over there?” Harry asks.

You grit your teeth.

“No,” you counter in a matter-of-fact tone. “I think I got it all, actually. No thanks to you.”

You throw the last part over your shoulder, coupling it with an accusatory frown. Harry holds up his hands in surrender, suppressing his amusement.

“Shouldn’t you be exorcising spirits?” you ask. Sarcasm drips from your words.

He chuckles. The couch squeaks as he shuffles around; a moment later, the sound of approaching footsteps reaches your ears. You stiffen when he stops next to your squatted form.

“To be quite honest,” he begins, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice, “I’m having a much better time watching you.”

“Creepy,” you say. “Again.”

He laughs, lowering himself to his knees. In the periphery of your vision, you watch him pick up the abandoned picture frame, turning it around and studying the photograph inside. His cheeks lift with the slope of a familiar smile, but somehow, this one is different from the others that you’ve witnessed.

It’s real. Sincere.

“Nice, don’t you think?” Harry asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

He extends his arm, revealing the photograph. Mindy and Gerald’s beaming faces stare up at you, a balance of bright grins and crinkled eyes. Subconsciously, your lips curl upward, and you take the frame from Harry’s hands.

“Yeah,” you murmur, running your fingertips over the photo. “They look happy.”

“How long have you known them?” he asks. There’s no malice behind the question.

“Since I moved in,” you say absentmindedly, admiring the ornate frame around the picture. “A few years, now.”

He hums in response. “They talk about you a lot.”

“All good things, I hope.” You cast a wry look in his direction.

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah. They look out for you, it seems.”

“I try to look out for them, too.” You sit back on your haunches, groaning quietly. “Which is why I was surprised that they didn’t come to me when they first thought their house was ‘haunted’.”

Your intonation changes on the last word; you still don’t believe that your neighbours are being plagued by spirits, despite the plethora of peculiarity that you’ve witnessed tonight.

“Maybe they didn’t want to worry you,” Harry suggests.

You roll your eyes. Even now, he refuses to drop the act.

“Sure,” you say. “So, hiring a spirit exterminator—or whatever you pretend to be—was a better move?” You snort softly, climbing to your feet. “How much are they paying you, anyway?”

He purses his lips. “They’re not.”

You freeze.

A beat of silence drags out, during which you swallow your shock. You clear your throat and lift your chin, staring down at Harry banally.

“You’re lying.”

“Nope.”

“You are!” you insist. A short, incredulous laugh tumbles off your tongue. “You are one hundred percent fucking with me.”

“I’m afraid not,” he says.

“Your truck, though...” you say. “‘Lasting results, or your money back’?”

“I’ve got to make it look legitimate, don’t I?” He smirks. “But it’s cute that you remembered.”

Your eyes lock with his, and suddenly, it’s almost impossible to breathe. His gaze is deep, open, and honest. Your lips part, but no sound comes out. Instinctively, your legs carry you a few paces back, veering toward the sofa. You plop down onto the plush cushions, clutching the picture frame tightly between your fingers.

“Then, why—?” you break off, shaking your head. “Why would you—?”

“Peace of mind,” Harry shrugs, still rooted to his spot on the floor. “Ever heard of the placebo effect?”

“You admit it, then,” you say, sitting up straight. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

He nods, blinking languidly. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“So,” you start, trying to make sense of the situation, “you let them believe that you’re actually cleansing the house—for free, too—just to—?” You glance around the room, searching for the right words. “—just to put them at ease?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s…”

Sweet. Thoughtful.

“…ridiculous.”

Harry chuckles. “Thanks.”

“I—” You hesitate, depositing the photograph next to you on the couch. “This whole time, I thought you were just…”

“A con?”

You bring your fingers up to your mouth, nodding silently and studying him with big, rounded eyes.

He shrugs.

“I mean, I never really got the chance to explain myself. You’d already made up your mind about me, hadn’t you? So, I thought I’d just let you stick with your assumptions—it didn’t bother me much.”

“I’m a horrible person,” you say, mostly to yourself.

Harry laughs, shaking his head. “No, you’re not. You’re just a bit judgmental, that’s all.”

“You’re right.” You nod again, bowing your head in shame. “I am. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, babe, really.”

You stand abruptly, abandoning your spot on the sofa.

“I should finish up,” you state, embarrassed beyond belief. Harry watches you closely as you approach. You crouch down next to him, reaching for the dustpan with shaky hands. A few small shards of glass are littered at the brink of the collector; you nudge them away from the edge, trying to be as careful as possible.

“Ow!” you suddenly hiss, retracting your arm quickly. You twist your wrist, fixing your attention on a thin cut engraved into the pad of your index finger.

“What happened?” Harry asks, leaning forward.

You shake your head, waving away his worries. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just got nicked, that’s all.”

“Let me see,” he requests, holding out his own hand.

You pause, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and stealing a quick glance at his face. His expression is concerned, but neutral. Your hesitation is silly, you think—he may be a bit of a jackass, but he’s not going to hurt you. You’ve already condemned him once before, and you were wrong.

You don’t want to make that mistake again.

After a brief moment, you give in, sliding your knuckles into his open palm.

“It’s alright, really,” you say, speaking around the lump in your throat. “The piece was tiny—it hardly broke the surface.”

Harry inspects the laceration closely, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

It’s not that serious, you want to tell him, but you refrain from letting the words escape. Part of you is enjoying the way your hands fit together so perfectly. You don’t want it to end—not yet.

“You’re bleeding a bit, babe,” he announces faintly, brows cinched in concentration.

“I am?” You try to tug your arm back, but he keeps a firm grip on your wrist. A low, confused noise echoes in the back of your throat; Harry peers up at you, his features unreadable.

“It’s just a spot,” he murmurs. “Let me.”

And before you can say or do anything else, he’s taking your finger past his lips and giving an easy, gentle suck.

You squeak.

The sound snaps Harry out of his trance; he releases your hand and recoils hastily. You exhale, driving out the stale air gathered in your lungs. When you peek up at him from beneath your lashes, he’s already watching you, shoulders taut with anxiety.

“Sorry,” he stammers. His nostrils flare. “That was weird—sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say, shaking your head. “Er…thanks.”

“No worries.” He swallows.

“Alright.”

Awkwardly, you wipe your clammy palms against your thighs. Harry seems to be looking at everything except for you; his gaze flits to the ceiling, then to the couch, then to the floor. You gnaw on the inside of your cheek and push yourself up off the ground. The room is painfully quiet as you slowly slink back toward to the sofa.

“I should probably put this somewhere safe,” you mumble, picking up the forgotten picture frame.

Warm air floats over the nape of your neck. You gasp and spin around, nearly toppling over in your haste. Harry’s hands find your shoulders, steadying you and crowding you closer to his chest. You glance up at him; your shallow breaths mingle together in the narrow space, noses only inches apart.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice no higher than a gruff whisper. “Tell me. Please.”

In response, you fumble for one of his hands, grappling at his wrist; he loosens his hold on your arms, confused but willing. He’s motionless as you lift his knuckles up to your mouth. You glance down, tilting your head to the side and studying them carefully. Harry says nothing when you press a soft, feathery kiss to the pad of his index finger.

But then you’re dipping the tip of the digit between your lips, and suddenly, he’s undone.

“Fucking—”

He grabs your face in his palms and seals his mouth to yours.

The two of you stagger backward, tumbling onto the couch. Mindy and Gerald’s picture frame slips from your grasp, landing on a neighbouring cushion with a faint thud. Reflexively, your legs part; Harry takes his rightful place between them, slanting his body accordingly. When he applies the faintest hint of pressure, you moan.

“Fuck.” He draws back, his warm breath wafting over your chin. “Don’t.”

“‘Don’t’ what?” you ask, puzzled.

He shakes his head. “Don’t make those noises. It’s—you’re—I’m—”

He curses quietly and reaches for one of your hands. You allow him to guide your palm lower, inhaling sharply when you feel the slight bulge protruding from his trousers. Instinctively, your fingers close over the subtle ridge of his cock. His shoulders stiffen, and his eyes squeeze shut.

“You’re hard,” you murmur, as though it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Not fully.” He swallows. “But I’m getting there.”

“Because of me?” you ask, peering up at him innocently.

“Yeah.” Harry expels a wobbly, disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, babe—because of you.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as the familiar moniker falls from his mouth. He notices your unusual reaction, mouth curling into teasing smirk.

“What?” he says, lifting one eyebrow. “No nagging, this time? I thought you hated that nickname.”

You grip the collar of his sweater and give a gentle tug, guiding him down for another kiss. When the two of you finally break apart, you shrug. “It’s growing on me.”

He smiles.

“Do you—?” you pause, pursing your lips. The question sounds silly—presumptuous, even. Rather than finishing your sentence, you lift your chin, gazing up evenly into Harry’s green eyes and declaring, “I think I want to sleep with you.”

His cheeks dimple with a wide grin. “Is that so?”

You nod.

“Right, then.” He kisses your nose and pulls away. “There’s a condom in my wallet, but…I may or may not have left it in my truck.”

You groan, allowing your head to fall back against the sofa with a heavy thump. Harry chuckles at your theatrics. After a brief moment of contemplation, you compose yourself and sit up quickly.

“That works, actually,” you say, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Grab your wallet, and then we can go to my place. I don’t think my neighbours would be very happy if we fucked on their couch.”

He laughs, climbing eagerly to his feet and shooting you a smug wink. “You got it, babe.”

      October 10th, 2021

It’s nearly half past noon when you step out onto the porch the next day. You yawn, squinting up at the sun shining brightly in the sky. There are no clouds in sight; the slight chill of the autumn air tickles your exposed arms. You tug on the waistband of your sweatpants, keeping the material seated firmly on your hips.

“Good morning, dear!”

You jump, head snapping in the direction of a familiar voice. Mindy and Gerald are sitting on their veranda, nursing twin cups of coffee and looking awfully cozy. Gerald smiles at you, folding up his newspaper and setting it on his lap.

“Good morning!” You wave before re-evaluating your words. “Well, it’s technically past twelve, so good afternoon.”

Mindy laughs.

“How was the wedding?” you ask, approaching the side of your deck. You lean against the thin metal railing, combing your fingers through your messy hair. “I wasn’t expecting you to be back this soon.”

“We woke up early,” Mindy explains. “And the wedding was fabulous. Amy wore the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” You grin. “Do you have any pictures?”

“Of course! Just let me run inside and grab my phone—”

“Mornin’,” a gruff voice says from behind you.

You gasp and spin around, bringing a hand to your chest. The sight laid out before you has your heart speeding up, galloping wildly and battering against the confines of your ribs.

Harry’s wearing that same hoodie from last night. Your gaze trails lower—he’s also sporting a pair of grey boxers and white socks. There’s a mug nestled in each of his large hands, his spindly fingers wrapped around the handles comfortably. Your eyes lock with his sleepy ones, and your breathing hitches in your throat.

“Morning,” you whisper, unable to muster up anything louder.

“I—” Harry clears his throat, stepping closer and extending his left arm. “I, er, took the liberty of making us some tea. Hope you don’t mind.”

“No, it’s—” You swallow as you accept one of the mugs, suppressing a giddy smile. “It’s completely fine. Thank you.”

“Of course.” He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm.” You nod shyly.

He chuckles. “Good.”

His gaze wanders over your shoulder, and it’s then that he notices Mindy and Gerald sat on the neighbouring porch. Without even batting an eye, he lifts his hand in a friendly wave. “Morning, you two. How was the wedding?”

You turn back toward the couple, a sheepish look on your face. Mindy is beaming, and Gerald is trying to hold back a laugh. Heat creeps up your neck; you wish that the ground would just open up and swallow you whole.

“It was wonderful!” Mindy trills. Her enthusiasm has skyrocketed. You pinch the bridge of your nose, utterly mortified.

“Yes.” Gerald finally pipes up, smirking knowingly. “It was great. What about you, though? How was your night?”

“Fine,” you blurt before Harry can respond. “It was fine.”

The duo share a look, and then Mindy giggles girlishly. You bring your mug up to your mouth, taking a long sip and groaning into the cup. Harry’s arm snakes around your waist, making you jump. You steal a glance at him out of the corner of your eye; he’s fighting a smile.

“Well—” Gerald clears his throat, plucking his folded newspaper from his lap and rising to his feet. “I think I’ll be going, now. Need to catch up on those few extra hours of sleep.”

“Me too,” Mindy says, nodding fervently. She directs her next words at you. “If you pop by later, I’ll show you those photos, okay?”

“Okay,” you croak.

She shoots you one last grin before disappearing inside.

“God,” you say immediately, hanging your head. “That was torture.”

Next to you, Harry laughs. You aim a weak swat at his chest. He snickers, catching your palm and ducking down to drop a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You exhale shakily, twisting your body around so that you can face him.

“Your hair’s a mess,” you murmur, running your free hand through his dishevelled curls.

He cocks one eyebrow. “And whose fault is that?”

You scoff. “Shut up.”

He chuckles quietly and steps closer to you, holding out his mug. You smile in assent, mirroring his movements and clinking your cups together.

“So,” Harry starts, sipping his tea casually, “you gonna let me take you out on a proper date, sometime?”

“That depends,” you say, trying to ignore the flurry of butterflies flapping around in your stomach. “I’ll go—but only if we take my car. I refuse to drive around town in your tacky truck.”

“It’s not that bad!” he protests.

“It’s awful,” you tell him, shaking your head. “It looks it was decorated by a preschooler during arts and crafts.”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes playfully, giving in. “Any other requests?”

You pause, lost in thought.

“One more, actually,” you say, fixing him with a challenging stare. “You need to come clean to Mindy and Gerald.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Alright.”

“Really?” You balk, taken aback by his compliance. “That’s it? But I—I had a whole speech prepared.”

Harry laughs softly, cradling your face with his free hand and kissing you slowly. Your fingers tighten around your mug. When the two of you break apart for air, he shrugs.

“I started considering it after everything that happened last night. Keep your speech, though.” His lips twitch. “You’ll be needing to scold me again in no time, I’m sure.”

Your shoulders shake with a silent giggle. “You’re probably right.”

“Also—” Harry clears his throat, soothing the ache with another sip of tea. “You may want to suggest that they hire an exterminator.”

“An exterminator?” you repeat, blinking in surprise. “But…they don’t have rats. Gerald said that the traps hadn’t been touched.”

“Not rats,” he hums. “Squirrels, I believe. Living in the walls.”

“And how did you reach that conclusion?”

“I’ve been doing this for a while, babe—I’ve seen my fair share of pests. Plus,” he clucks his tongue, “they like to chew on wires.”

“Really?” You sigh distantly, pinching your bottom lip. “God, that sucks.”

“It does.” He nods, wrapping his fingers around your forearm. “But you can tell them later.”

“Later?” you say, brows knitting together. “Why not right now?”

“Because,” Harry grunts. You squeal when he crowds you up against your front door. He cups your jaw and tilts your chin up with his thumb, handsome face splitting into an easy, salacious grin.

“Right now, I’m taking you back to bed.”

~*~

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[ppetertinglee]

Oh Please?

Character: Peter Maximoff x reader ft Wanda, Vision & The Twins  Summary: In which spending so much time with the twins invokes a few thoughts into Peter’s mind.  Warnings: Making out/Innuendo/Fluff Billy and Tommy always kept you on your toes. You loved playing games with them, having your own adventures and just enjoying being around the crazy twins. They adored you. Ever since Peter had introduced you to the boys, as well as Wanda and Vision, you had basically become family. You remember moving in across the street, Peter being the very first person to welcome you to Westview. You don’t exactly remember how you got there, but you weren’t about to complain when such a beautiful house was waiting to become your home. He had offered to show you around, seeming a little too eager, but you figured that was just the type of person he was. 

You took him up on his offer, you’d finish unpacking later. The two of you had walked around the town together. Peter pointing out the best places to go whilst mentioning a few of the neighbours here and there. You guys had hit it off really well and by the time he’d walked you back to your door, you had wished the night hadn’t come to an end. And well, lucky for you, things only escalated from there. The two of you began spending a lot of time together, getting to know each other and before you knew it, you had made it official, and the rest became history. 

Now here you were, getting ready to babysit with Peter, a pretty usual routine. Wanda and Vision decided they wanted a night out for themselves and of course you and Peter were going to look after the twins. You finished doing your hair, grabbed your bag and slipped your shoes on before heading over to Wanda’s. You walked straight in. “Hellooo!” Billy and Tommy ran straight up to you, giving you a big hug. “Y/N!” They both cheered. You hugged them back and Peter appeared. “Finally! You took forever considering you live literally across the street.” He came closer to you wrapping his arms around your waist. You scrunched your face before giving him a quick kiss, “Shush you.” Footsteps coming down the stairs broke up the little moment the two of you were having. “Oh hello Y/N! The boys have been waiting all day for you to come. All three of the them...” Wanda gave you a hug and you both laughed before Vision came down the stairs. “Evening Y/N.” You waved at Vision. “You guys look amazing.” You looked adoringly between the two. They truly were such a lovely couple, and you felt so lucky to be welcomed as part of their family. They both thanked you and grabbed their coats. The twins ran over to their parents. “Have a good night Mom and Dad.” Billy smiled. They bent down and hugged the boys. “Don’t miss us too much!” Tommy giggled before heading back over to the couch. “Please be good. And Y/N let me know if they’re any-”  “Just go ahead and enjoy yourselves. We’ve got this.” Peter waved them out the door and they were off. Peter switched the TV off and stood in front of it. “First order of business...PILLOW FORT AND PIZZA!” Three boys cheered and scrambled around the house looking for various pillows and blankets. You laughed and walked to the kitchen to phone and order some pizza. You grabbed some drinks and walked back in to see the fort built already. “Wow that was quick.” You crouched down and crawled inside. “Good job guys, this is even bigger than last time.” You all cuddled up, listening to some of Peter’s crazy stories, knowing that pretty much all of them were made up, regardless, they still made you laugh. The doorbell went and you exited the fort. You grabbed the pizza and placed it on the kitchen table. “Guys! Pizza!.” The three of them raced into the room. Tommy won and sat next to you. “Ha! I won so I get to sit next to Y/N!” He grabbed a slice of pizza feeling very pleased with himself and you ruffled his hair. “Well I get a kiss from Y/N because I tried!” Peter lent over the table waiting for you to kiss him. You and the twins laughed. “Nuh uh. No kisses until you eat your dinner.” You winked at him, and you both grabbed a slice. 

Once you had cleaned up after dinner, with Billy’s help, you walked back into the living room. You bent down to get into the fort but the boys were nowhere to be found. “Boys?” You called out. You looked all around calling their names. You checked upstairs and still nothing, you were starting to get worried. You headed back downstairs and heard shuffling. You could’ve sworn the fort moved slightly. Ever so slowly, you crept over to it again, taking a deep breath before-”RAHH!” You screamed and fell straight on your back. All three boys came charging out, laughing. You got up quickly. “Oh you’re on now.” You smirked and chased Billy and Tommy, catching them both and tickling them. But then Peter came up behind you and tickled your sides, making you let go of the twins.”Heyy!” You got out between laughs. He span you around and smirked. “Have you forgotten that I ate all my dinner?” You giggled and put your arms around his neck.  “Well...I did say didn’t I?” You both looked into each other’s eyes before leaning in and meeting one another’s lips. Peter deepened the kiss and you melted into it. “EWWWW” You quickly broke apart, forgetting that you weren’t alone.  “You guys are gross!” You laughed at Tommy’s comment.  “It’s bedtime now boys. Go and get your pyjamas on and I’ll come and read you a story.” They raced upstairs. “Are you coming for story time?” You asked Peter.  “I’ll join you in a sec, you head up first.” You kissed him on the cheek and went up to the boys. You knocked and entered their bedroom, each of them snuggled into bed with sleepy eyes. You grabbed a book from the shelf and began reading to them. What you didn’t notice was Peter watching stealthily from the doorway. He’d had something on his mind all night and this seemed to finalize his thoughts. Seeing you read to Billy and Tommy was truly the cherry on top for him. The way you read so softly, entrancing the boys into a deep sleep. You truly were magic. Once you noticed them sound asleep, you closed the book. Peter stood fully in the doorway. You put the book back on the shelf and blushed when you noticed him standing there. He followed you out as you closed the door. Without a word he took your hand, dragged you downstairs and onto the couch. “Pretty sure we have something to finish...” You put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you, lips crashing together. The kisses became needier and hungrier, but you both pulled away for air. But something was wrong, Peter seemed distracted. “What’s up?” You asked, putting a hand on his cheek. He looked away for a second before taking both of your hands. “Y/N...I’ve been thinking...” You heart rate began to pick up and you started to worry. “You’re amazing with the twins, they absolutely love you. There’s just something so special about you...” You began to blush slightly, the worry fading away. “I think we should have our own...a Billy or a Tommy I mean, or both! What do you say?” You looked into his dark eyes. He was serious.  “Peter...” You really didn’t know what to say. The man you loved was asking you to have a child with him, it seemed so unreal yet scary. “Look...just think about it...please? I mean we’ve got part one down already, we’re pretty good at that now.” He winked and you giggled.  “Okay, I’ll think about it...”  A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this! I was up until 3am last night drafting it haha. Remember you can request through comments or asks! Make sure you look after yourself today <3

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[marvelfansince08love]

Hey Neighbour! - Part 7

Word Count: 3K 

Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader 

Warning: Smut at the beginning! 18+ NSFW (you’ve been warned), a little angsty towards the end x

A/N: Well it’s been a hot minute! I hope you enjoy my loves! ♥

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Not my gif credit to the lovely owner! (Ew Ivy)

Hey Neighbour! - Part 7

Soft hands skimmed over warm skin, gentle whimpers echoed through the dimly lit room as your lips made contact with her neck sucking lightly at the delicate skin beneath feeling her hands grasp tightly at your shoulders. Gently trailing your lips down from her neck towards her chest as your hands find the end of her nightgown pushing the material up towards her hips exposing her bare smooth legs feeling her lift at the hips to help you remove her clothing revealing her red lacy panties and toned stomach, sitting up onto your heels you help her remove the gown completely your eyes trailing over her exposed breasts as she lies back gracefully against the soft pillows the soft light from the night sky basking over her giving her a beautiful glow. 

“God you're beautiful,” you whisper in the air, eyes lifting to lock with brown. Her lips curl into a mischievous grin as she crooked a finger at you beckoning you closer like a siren calling you closer. Brushing your lips against her plump ones you feel her warm breath against your skin. 

“We’ll have to keep quiet,” she reminds you, her voice laced with teasing arousal, almost challenging you to try. Your eyes search vigorously around the room squint in the low light before grinning at your find, lay loosely across her dressing table chair is one of the many ties that Ally has been using for her election talks. Glancing briefly at her you watch as her eyes take in the same thing, both eyes glinting with want. 

“I think that can be arranged,” you promise breathlessly, watching with arousal as she shivers in anticipation biting her top lip to stop herself from giggling as sweet moans fill the dark room and into the morning light. 

***

The feeling of arousal and warmth pools low within your stomach as you begin to fidget, moaning at the welcoming feeling as you start to wake. Your hands instantly reach down to touch the soft brown hair that lays spread in between your legs, a soft tried grin appearing on your face. 

“Well Good Morning to you too,” you groan out, whimpering as Ally’s tongue flicks over your sweet spot before taking the nub into her mouth drawing out a low moan from you in the process. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours as you watch her tongue swirl around your clit enjoying the sweet moans from you as you begin to thrust meeting her upwards stroke, a deep chuckle from her vibrates against your wet spot. 

“Morning, Honey.” she whispers, making her way up your body leaving a wet trail of kisses along your naked body. With her front pressed against your own, you quickly wrap your arms around her waist keeping her close as she lays her hands flat against your chest propping her chin on top of them as she leaves sweet kisses along your jaw before you capture her skilful mouth with your own. 

“Thank you for last night,” Ally murmurs, stroking her index finger across your cheekbone. You frown as your lip twitches tilting your head to the side slightly. 

“Your welcome I guess?” Ally rolls her eyes playfully at your teasing demeanour hitting your shoulder lightly. 

“Idiot, I meant for comforting me at the fair and well being here for me,” she explains, you sombre at her words watching how difficult it is for her to open up about her vulnerability. Leaning forward you kiss the tip of her nose sweetly before rolling her over onto her side making her squeal with laughter at the sudden change of position. Lying on your side facing each other you lace your fingers with hers in comfort. 

“Of course, I really care about you Ally. It’s the least you deserve after everything you’ve been through,” her eyes cast down at your words, making you reach forward to pinch her chin lightly forcing her to lock eyes. 

“I mean it  Ally,” you murmur, a smile graces upon her lips at your adoring expression. Your moment of bliss is rudely interrupted by the sound of feet stomping on the floorboards just outside of Ally’s room making you spring apart reaching blindly for the scattered pieces of clothing on the floor. 

“Mom! Mommy!” The sound of both children’s voices makes you scramble even quick to cover up your decency. 

“Just a minute, sweetie!” Ally shouts, giving you both enough time to dress as quickly as possible .

Trying to hide your giggles you take in Ally’s messy hair, her baggy sweatpants and long T-shirt. The sound of you giggle makes her look over at you, glaring at your giggling state. 

“I’m sorry it’s just you look so cute and I’ve never seen you wear sweatpants before it’s just… endearing,” you tease her, before squealing at the attack by her pillow. 

“For that you can explain to the kids why the door is locked and cook them breakfast while I shower,” she punishes, smiling sweetly at you. Still smirking you head over towards her and kiss her lips briefly. 

“Sure thing, Sweetie.” you mock, winking at her before scurrying for the door as another pillow makes it’s way over towards you, missing you by an inch. 

Quickly leaving the room, you frown when you notice the empty hallway expecting to be jumped the instant you made yourself known to the two. 

“Guys!” you shout, quickly checking both Oz’s room and the guest room finding them empty. Giggling echoes through from downstairs making you smile before heading towards the sound. 

Hiding yourself round the corner you watch the two amusingly as Oz helps Amelia pour the sugary cereal into a bowl both standing on their foot stools. Ally had bought one for Amelia the last time she stayed over for the day to help Ally bake some cookies for her Senator meeting. The thought brings a soft smile to your face, loving the close bond the two have created after only a short period. 

“Ozzy if my mommy loves your mommy does that mean we can be brother and sister?” Amelia asks him, watching as he carefully pours the milk into the bowls, spilling the contents slightly onto the countertop making Amelia reach across for the paper towels wiping the mess. Her question makes you falter slightly from your content state, sure you and Ally were growing closer with each passing day and you were falling hard for the brunette but the doubt of the pace of your relationship gives you pause. Amelia has been growing closer and closer to the Mayfair-Richards family to the point where it could be damaging for her if you and Ally weren’t to work out, especially after your ex had left the both of you alone and without warning. Deciding to make your presence known you enter into the kitchen forcing a big smile. 

“Good morning to the mischievous duo! Oh I didn’t realise you guys were making breakfast!” you exclaim with unusual enthusiasm. 

“Not for you guys silly! We made our own because you were being lazy heads!” Amelia exclaims, as Oz giggles next to her. Raising a joking brow to her you slowly make your way round the counter and capture her in your arms tickling her side as she squeals. 

“No Mommy- stuu- stop!!” she begs through her innocent giggles, deciding she’s suffered enough you let her go, placing her on one of the many breakfast stools to eat her cereal before brushing your hands through Oz’s blonde locks in greeting. 

Pouring yourself a fresh brew, you lean against the countertop watching the pair quietly as they talk about school. Your thoughts still swirling around your head; the doubt, the insecurity. It all overwhelms you and makes you fidgety as you glance towards the hallway at the sound of Ally’s light footsteps as she comes into view dressed in a pair of high waisted jeans and wooly jumper, her brown hair still damp from her shower. The brunette moves instantly towards the young pair as they continue to eat their breakfast kissing both their heads on her way past like it’s the most natural thing to do, not favouring one over the other treating Amelia as if she was her own. The sight only makes your stomach flip as anxiety creeps up into your chest. Ally finally looks over towards you with a smile that falters when she takes in your far away expression, rubbing soothing circles on your back as she sides up next to you. 

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks, worry evident in her voice. You nod a couple of times before clearing your throat. 

“Yeah sorry, I just got caught up with some stuff that I gotta get done today for the gallery,” you reassure her, but her eyes tell you that she doesn’t quite believe you but drops it for now. 

“Okay well I’m free from my Senator duties today if you need any help at the gallery?” she offers, taking hold of your mug and taking a sip. The simple domestic action causes your heart to tighten, conflicted with your current feelings. 

“It’s okay, it’s pretty mundane mainly admin stuff plus my dad is coming to take Amelia out for their usual Grandfather Granddaughter day,” 

“Yes!! I can’t wait, we’re going for some ice cream and he’s teaching how to use my new bike!” Amelia pipes up, excited about her day ahead with her grandfather. 

Ally tries to hide her disappointment with a small smile as she turns her attention onto Amelia who fills Ally in on her typical days out with her grandfather leaving you to awkwardly wash your now finished brew. Turning back to sit at the table the awkward conversation seems to have been brushed aside and forgotten about as Ally asks you about the Gallery and it’s new section full of newly acclaimed artists from around the city. However Ally’s gaze unsettles you as if she can read your thoughts and doubts about your relationship. Deciding you needed to leave to gather your thoughts and process them without her adoring doe-eyes staring at you, you help Amelia change for the day in the guest room and bid your goodbyes. As you step outside onto the porch Amelia gasps forgetting her trusted beanie and racing back inside to grab it from the room leaving you alone with Ally as Oz runs after her. The brunette reaches subtly for your hand, her eyes shifting back and forth as she observes you quietly. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” her words hurt you more than you can describe, filling your chest with guilt hating that this is how you react when you feel cornered and overwhelmed. Pulling her in close you press a short but meaningful kiss to her lips holding her dearly. 

“I’m more than okay… I just- I’m stressed with the gallery is all,” your lie already eating away at you as you watch her relax, that familiar smile from this morning appearing on her lips. 

“Okay good because I thought- actually it doesn’t matter. We’re okay.” she reassures herself, stepping back as small footsteps make their way over towards you both. 

“I found it Mom!” Amelia announces to the group with Oz trailing behind her. Smile down at her as you watch with a heavy heart as Amelia reaches her arms out for Ally almost instantly to say goodbye as Oz does the same with you. Crouching you take the blonde boy into your arms and squeeze him tightly making him giggle. 

“Be good for your mom, yeah?” Oz nods at your request before stepping back leaning against his mother’s side as Amelia does the same with you. Ally blows you a kiss before winking at you playfully making you smile almost painfully before quickly making your way down the steps and towards your own home. 

Once Amelia had been picked up by your dad, you finally let out the tensed breath you had been holding leaning heavily against the front door and for the first time since you moved out here you cried at the potential lost love caused by your own vulnerability.

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[angryschnauzer]

Imagine you're Henry's neighbour, you've heard his conquests, have to admit you're a little jealous as they all sound happy. But it make you wonder if they are faking it.

You chat to friend on the phone whilst in the garden, not realising he can hear you.

The knock on your door later that evening was unexpected but when you see your hot neighbour there you have no idea why.

Until he offers to show you just why those other women were so happy

Okay so i decided to continue my PE Teacher Henry series with this one, previous parts below:

Thigh Riding,  Jingle My Bells , An Epic Quickie

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of Angst, talk of breakups, young idiots in love.

The Boy Next Door

The sun was shining and the sounds of late summer could be heard as the four of you settled on dining chairs that had been pulled out onto the ramshackle patio so you could celebrate moving into the shared house for your last year of Uni and doing Post-Graduate for teaching. Opening a chilled bottle of Echo Falls Rose Zinfandel, Marie sloshed it into the four waiting glasses, handing on to each of you;

“Here’s to just one more year of Uni, then we can be set free onto the world of teaching education rather than being taught!”

The four of you had all done your degree’s together, and by the end of your 3rd year you had moved into a shared house to save on halls of residence costs. When you’d all decided to attend the same Uni for your Post Graduates qualification it was the easy choice to decide to rent together, and you’d manage to snag a gorgeous multi level Victorian town house to rent for the year. The landlord had admitted a few things needed to be updated, but it was a short walk from campus so in exchange for a reduction in rent you’d found the perfect place. 

By the time the 3rd bottle of Zinfandel was opened you were all pleasantly merry, and from the advantage point of the raised patio where the garden dipped away as it went downhill you could see the road that ran alongside the house next door that yours was connected to. The corner house had looked a lot more appealing, but the rent had been considerably higher, so the compromise was that you’d rented the one away from the street corner. Just at that moment another Removals Truck pulled up alongside the corner house, and you could hear various cars park behind it, the sound of young male voices easily heard. It was obvious you had a group of male students living next door.

-

Three weeks into term and you were sat at the desk in your room, glaring at the wall in front of you. No matter how hard you tried to concentrate on how to teach fronted adverbials, the screams of the woman obviously on the verge on an orgasm from the guys house next door just reminded you of your lack of love life. With a sigh you set your pencil down and headed downstairs, away from the obvious now orgasming woman.

“Oh hey Hunny, thought you were catching up on some English Lit stuff?” Marie smiled as she poked at an egg she was attempting to fry on the small electric cooker.

“I was… until there was another screamer next door”

“Oh… another one?” she winced, knowing that from the 2nd day the guys next door had moved in, the one that was in the room next to you had been able to bed a different girl about every three nights or so.

You grabbed a glass of water and stepped outside, letting the sunshine warm your face. Opening your Motorolla Flip Phone you scrolled through your texts, smiling as you saw messages from last years classmates, checking in on how everyone was doing. You were vaguely aware of Marie coming outside, setting a plate down on the patio wall and the click of her lighter as she lit a Royals cigarette.

“You still miss him, don’t you?” she asked.

Pulling your gaze up to her, your eyes immediately growing wet. Nodding you swallowed the lump in your throat. Wrapping your arms around your body you looked out over the garden;

“I know… it’s stupid. Its been two years, and it was a mutual decision to part ways, but Henry was my first, you know? He was my first everything. We got together when we were sixteen, we made it through our A-Levels together, we even managed a year doing long distance when we didn’t get into the same Uni…”

“What about that dude… Chris? Didn’t you two have a thing a while back”

You let out a laugh;

“He loves his politics too much to commit to a relationship. If i had to listen to one more rant about Tony Blair whilst we tried to go out for dinner i would have screamed…”

You looked at Marie who was now halfway through her fried egg sandwich whilst her cigarette sat smouldering in the petunias that had mostly gone over for the season, and she gave you the ‘sad puppy eyes’ as she chewed. You let out a grunt of frustration;

“FUCK! I just want to not feel like this anymore! I’ve spent two years moping over Henry-fucking-Cavill, i just want to be able to get on with my post graduate and move on with my life without being constantly reminded of his skills every time i try to do any work in my room!”

-

Henry smiled and waved as Monica, no Michelle, no… wait… whoever made their way down the front steps of the house, closing the door with a sigh of relief. 

“Another one dude?”

Looking at where Anthony was coming down the stairs he nodded;

“Yup. Sorry about the noise” 

He followed his housemate through to the kitchen, switching the kettle on. He was now used to Henry’s conquests screaming the house down, but it was still fun to taunt Henry about the noise they would make;

“So, this was was faking it again?”

Henry looked at him in mock-shock;

“I can assure you none of them fake it”

Chucking teabags into two mugs Anthony chuckled;

“I know man. But i also know you’re still trying to fill the void she left. Its been two years man”

“Yeah, but she’s long gone, i’m her past, i’d only drag her down. She’s probably got some hot politics graduate about to propose to her. She wouldn’t want some dumb physical education ass like me anymore”

Handing him the strong cup of tea Anthony nodded;

“Whatever man, but i still think you should message her, you haven’t spoken in two years and you’re still hung up on her, one last try, huh?”

Heading out to the garden Henry sat on the patio wall and lit a cigarette. He’d sworn he’d never smoke again, what with being a physical education student, but there were still times when he buckled to his nerves and stresses. Lighting up he inhaled deeply, enjoying the quiet of the garden before he heard his neighbours come out onto the patio next door. Through the trellis covered in a thick layer of ivy he could hear everything, as although it did a great job at giving visual privacy, the clear voices of the young women next door carried easily through the greenery.

Ten minutes later Henry almost knocked Anthony over as he bolted up the stairs;

“Sorry man, got something to do… gotta get my Blackberry”

-

The next morning you were on your way to class when your phone chimed, looking at the screen you felt your blood run hot then cold at the name on the display;

“What does he want?” you muttered to yourself, before with a sigh you pushed the phone back into your bag, deciding to look at it later once you had finished your class. The last thing you needed to get your mind off of Henry was a text from him.

-

Making your way out to the patio, you threw your bag onto the sofa and smiled as you saw the rest of the girls already out enjoying the last of the days sunshine;

“Heeeyyyyy there she is” Janelle called, sipping from a bottle of Becks

“Is there any more of those? I need a drink”

Handing you a bottle Marie smiled as you smashed the cap off using the top brick of the wall, sipping the tart bubbles of Lager you let out a sigh;

“Henry texted me today”

The three girls went quiet before Jo spoke;

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t read it. I’m trying to get over him, the last thing i need is getting my hopes up. He’s hundreds of miles away, no doubt doing something super sporty that only makes him look even better, probably coaching kids rugby or something. He’s not gonna want some boring English teacher wannabe like me”

At the mere mention of the word ‘Wannabe’ the others broke into a poor rendition of the Spice Girls song, unaware of the silent frustration happening the other side of the ivy trellis.

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After one beer you’d excused yourself, deciding to take advantage of the quiet to get some coursework done, thankful that your room neighbour on the other side of the wall wasn’t entertaining any female guests again, but you had no idea how long that would last so the sooner you got some work done the better. With your bedroom window open you got back to work, getting in a full hour before your phone chimed again with another text. Glancing at the little screen on the front you scowled, another text from Henry.

Setting the phone down you went back to your work, frowning as you struggled to concentrate, until five minutes later your phone chimed again, your eyes going wide when you saw it was yet another text from Henry;

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!” you yelled at your phone.

“A REPLY!”

You sat at your desk, surely your ears were now playing tricks on you, you could have sworn you’d heard Henry’s voice. With a sigh you set your pencil down and opened your phone, reading the messages;

Received 8.46am: Hi. I know its been a long time but i’d love to call you at some point. Would be good to hear your voice. Hen. x

Received 4.55pm: Miss you. Can I call you? Hen. x

The phone beeped whilst you held it, another text coming in;

Received 4.59pm:

Look outside.

Glancing at your window you moved to it and looked out, before a voice so familiar it sent chills down your spine shouted out;

“Down here!”

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Janelle shouted out as you flew down the stairs, Jo and Marie both staring at the blur you made as you ran past the lounge and out the front door, letting it swing on its hinges;

“Where is she going so fast?”

The three girls stood at the window and smiled as they wanted to run into Henry’s arms;

“Into her future Husband’s embrace” Marie sighed, the three watching as the young lovers fell back into each other's arms.

“Wait, is he the ‘loud’ one?” Jo asked to no-one in particular

“Unfortunately… i spoke to one of the other guys - Anthony - last week, he apologised for his housemates noises”

“Oh well… guess she can get us some ear plugs then”

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[pixi3du5t]

𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖁𝕾 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉: 𝕻1

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, DARK!Charles Blackwood x Reader-past relationship/possible future.

Word count: 1,486

Warnings: 18+ (Mainly for future reference.) Mature scenes, violence, vulgar language, mentions of abuse, physical assault, name calling(non sexual), mentions of blood/cuts, torment, threats of violence/forced sexual activities, mentions of alcohol abuse, brief mention of murder(Jacob), affair.

A/n:PLEASE NOTIFY ME IF ANY WARNINGS HAVE BEEN MISSED AND I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE, THOUGH I WILL STRESS THIS STORY IS NOT FOR A SENSITIVE AUDIENCE. IT WILL GROW MORE DARK IN FUTURE CHAPTERS. It’s taken a lot for me to finally post this, so I hope you like it!

Summary: Amid marriage problems, two neighbours find themselves gravitating towards each other.

Tonight just wasn't your night! Three times you have attempted to go to bed-THREE TIMES-and still not a wink of sleep granted to you. Whether it be your phone chirping, your daughter crying or your neighbour's dog barking, something always seemed to keep you awake. This being why when your fourth attempt was interrupted by an insistent banging, you completely blew your lid!

Marching downstairs with not a single weapon in hand, you hastily unlocked the door and swung it open to come face to face with your ex-husband. Just like that, all hope for a good night's sleep flew out the window.

"There she is! My darling WIFE!" Charles spat, stumbling into the rocking chair that sat beside your front door. "You having a good night, baby?"

Not having room to deal with his bullshit, you waltzed out onto your porch and shoved him down the three steps leading up to your door. It amazed you how he was even able to withhold his balance since it was clear that he had been drinking.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" You screeched, hoping the malice in your voice told him just how aggravating his presence was to you. "Our daughter is right upstairs!"

The mention of his little girl struck a chord in him, reminding him of why he was here in the first place.

"Exactly! That's my problem!" He roared. "Our daughter is only metres away from a kiddy killer!"

Okay, now you were way past being livid. Not only were you sick of the game 'who's the worst parent', but you had enough of people trash-talking Jacob Barber. In your eyes, he will always be the innocent little boy who used to purposely kick his ball into your yard, hoping to con you into giving him a taste of whatever delicacies you had been cooking up in the kitchen.

"Leave him out of this!" You hissed.

"Why? Are you afraid his daddy might hear me? Good! I hope he does! It will finally give me the chance to kick his ass!"

His confession provoked a giggle from your lips. There was no way your dead beat of an ex-husband could so much as graze the god-like specimen next door, let alone kick his ass. The thought of it was way too bizarre for you to be able to take the threat seriously.

"Yeah. You like that baby?"

Unfortunately, it appeared that the said deadbeat failed to recognise that you were laughing at him, not with him. Thus, leading him to cage you up against the porch railing with a suggestive smirk written across his lips.

Not having the stomach to allow this man to touch you any further, you tiptoed up to his ear and seductively whispered. "What I LIKE is the thought of that beefy dilf next door kicking your ass so far up this lawn you will be tasting my mother's dahlias for weeks!"

Suddenly, his suggestive grip tightened to the point crescent marks were engraved into your skin. The flirty smile shifted into a dark, twisted sneer and all humour dissipated into nothing but pure rage. You had provoked the beast, meaning now you were going to pay for it.

"Listen here, bitch!" He growled, ignorant to the whimper that left your lips as he grasped your hair. "I've had enough of this fake successful ex-wife act! Now, you're going to get on your knees and suck my dick like the little prostitute you are!"

Fear engulfed your body like a wave against the shore. Every inch of your body began to tremble at the far too familiar look in his eyes. It was the same one he had given to you many times before he used your body as a punching bag. The difference is, it looked a lot darker now, leading you to believe your punishment if you do not comply will be worse than imaginable.

"Everything alright over there?"

The voice of Andy Barber reached your ears, causing a spark of hope to inflict itself into your chest. You wanted to take back all the negative comments you had ever made about him working late, for it was that what caused him to come upon your currently crumpled form.

"Yeah. Just go on inside, pal!" Your ex dismissed, paying the man no mind.

Tearing your gaze away from the eyes that continuously haunted your dreams, you willed yourself to leer into the speckled globes of your saviour. He appeared to be having a silent battle with himself. You knew it was because he had most likely grown tired of escorting this man off of your premises. Still, you knew there was a part of him that couldn't allow you to be hurt.

It made you wonder if this could be what caused him and his wife to argue almost every night. Maybe she didn't like how her husband always seemed to swing to your aid-it's exactly why you have refused his help in the past. Not that you got anywhere as Andy dismissed you every single time.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Andy scoffed. "I was talking to her."

Kind eyes observed your quivering figure seeming to be making sure there was not a single mark tainting your skin. Andy familiarised himself with each freckle on your face until he slowly lowered his inspection down your body. It wasn't till he came across the bottom half of your figure did his jaw clench, indicating that he wasn't at ease with what he saw.

Curious, you tilted your head as far as it could go and came across a site that provoked a gasp from your lips. Due to the amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins, you had failed to feel your knees scuffing against the hard gravel. If it weren't for Andy, you probably wouldn't have noticed the crimson liquid painting your flesh.

"Is that right?" Charles grunted, roughly raising you from the ground and pinning your back to his chest. "Well, honey. Why don't you tell Mr Barber here to BUZZ OFF so we can get back to business? Okay?" At the end of his sentence, he placed a teasing kiss upon your neck. Amid your disgust, you failed to notice the warning look that said Barber was giving your assailant.

Now, you were at a loss of what to do. Do you give in to Charles and suffer in ways that encouraged you to divorce him in the first place? Or do you push aside your independence to seek out your gracious neighbour's help? A part of you felt like you had to turn Andy away, for you didn't want to ruin his marriage any more than you have already, yet the thought of letting your ex into the home where your daughter slept caused bile to rise in your throat.

Straightening your shoulders, you blinked away your tears and looked at your neighbour in his ocean blue eyes. "Please, don't leave me alone with him!"

At the sound of your disobedience, Charles let out a vicious yell. "You fucking bitch!" He then tossed your body to the ground, permitting a shriek from your quivering lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Andy growled, shoving Charles away from where you lay. "That's the mother of your child!"

Stumbling to the ground, Charles seemed to sober up at the mention of your daughter. He'd done it again, screwed up any chance he had at being in Lilly's life, in your life. All because your friend had informed him that you still allow Jacob near your daughter. Like he was such a saint!

Releasing a scoff at the drunken fool, Andy decided to trade his attention away from him and instead assisted you in standing from the solid concrete.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, delicately tracing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Nodding your head, you swallowed down the onslaught of tears that threatened to escape your irises. "Yes." You breathed, staring into his alluring eyes.

Maybe Laurie was right to be threatened by your relationship with her husband since the emotions that you were feeling at that moment were far from innocent.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry!" Your ex blabbered on, sobbing into the earth that caressed your feet.

As cruel as you may sound, you felt no sympathy for the man that had caused you so much grief. He had brought this on himself, and you weren't going to allow him the chance to walk all over you anymore.

"Go home, Charles!" You demanded. "And sober up! Coz come morning, I'll be filing for full custody of Lillian!"

The information caused a dark look to overtake his features.

"Good luck." He smirked, sending a chill up your spine.

Just as you were about to question him on his sudden confidence, Andy was escorting you back inside your home.

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End Of The Road

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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You’d met Harry whilst on a trip to Guernsey with friends from university and you’d never really gone home. You were visiting the hometown of one of your flatmates, after they’d boasted about the beautiful sea views that everyone had to see at least once.

And then you met Harry.

To you, Harry was the goofy kid you’d met in one of the hidden beach coves you’d been taken to. He was where you went on your holidays from university, wherever he was. You felt like you’d found a future in Harry, with Harry, on that beach that day.

Harry would fly you out to wherever he was as soon as you had time off from your studies, he’d pay first class train fares for you to come to London and get you the best tickets for a ferry over to Guernsey. Harry’s friends and family had made you feel welcome and loved and wanted, almost as much as Harry did.

Until you tried to surprise him.

Harry knew you were due to finish university soon, but you’d never given him an exact date of when to expect you. You’d given him excuses about moving out and seeing friends now that you had the time, all the while planning on coming down to London to surprise him as soon as you could.

You’d arranged it with Cal, who knew when you were coming. Even some of his friends knew when you were coming down, but you only told them if they promised to keep it a secret from Harry. And, so far, they’d held up their end of the bargain.

You were trudging through the middle of Kings Cross station, battling your way to the car park pick-up where you were expecting to meet your Uber driver. It felt like the day was trying to annoy you. Your train had been delayed before you’d even gotten to the platform, and then you had to wait in the rain since the waiting rooms at the station were closed, someone had taken your seat on the train so you had to argue with them over that, and now your suitcase seemed to slip into every single minute crack in the floor.

Once you slid your way into the back of the Uber, you let out a deep breath. The next person you saw would be Harry. You would see Harry and Harry would see you and all of the palaver you had been through would be worth it because, as much as the two of you tried, it had been weeks since you’d seen each other. FaceTime calls seemed to be getting less and less, too, but you chose to chalk that up to an over-critical, overactive mind.

You zoned out as you were whisked through the dark streets of London. A long final semester followed by a long day of travelling mixed with a dash of (possibly imagined) relationship doubt had started to take its toll on you. You wanted nothing more than a long, hot shower and to curl up into bed in Harry’s arms and sleep for a week or two.

Even though Cal had already told you he’d be out for the night, you sent him a text when you arrived at the apartment building, just so someone would know you’d made it into London safely.

You couldn’t help but tap your foot and fiddle with anything that was in reaching distance once you’d made it into the lift. The pent up anxiety and exhaustion mixing together was a strange feeling in of itself. You counted the floors and the lift rose, not taking your eye off of the moving counter until it drew to a slow stop, the doors sliding open in front of your face.

You walked down the hall to Harry’s flat, letting yourself in with the key he’d had cut for you as an anniversary present. You left your stuff quietly by the door, sneaking through the flat in the direction of Harry’s room.

You could hear noises coming from in his room, but you presumed he was editing a video or filming something for either his second channel or one of the Sidemen channels. You opened the door slowly, hoping not to make too much noise as you snuck into his room.

You turned around, expecting to see Harry lounging on his bed or hunched over his computer. You didn’t expect to see him with his tongue down another girl’s throat.

“What the fuck?”, the girl screeched when she moved her head and saw you standing there, eyes wide and already flooding with tears. “Who the fuck are you?”, she asked you accusingly.

Harry pulled his face out of the girl’s neck, expecting to see Cal or an intruder. “Y/N...”, he trailed off quietly. “It’s not what it looks like”, he started, “I didn’t realise - you said - you never told me-”, Harry stumbled, trying to stand up.

“It’s not what it looks like!? It looks like you’re about to fuck some other girl, Harry”, you all but shouted at him, shocking both him and the girl still awkwardly in his bed. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you, because I haven’t seen you in weeks”, you told him. By this point, the tears that were building up had begun to spill over, slowly rolling down your cheeks.

“I-”, Harry started, mouth hanging open as he tried to find the words to say. “I think you should go”, he said quietly, turning to face the girl who was trying to awkwardly straighten out her clothes without making too much of a commotion.

She nodded, standing up and gathering her things before slipping out of the room. She mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ to you as she walked past, causing you to scoff and glare at Harry.

“Are you going to try and explain, or are you going to stand there looking like a fish out of water?”, you asked him accusingly. Harry’s face darkened.

“Explain? What do you want me to tell you? You’ve barely spoken to me the past few months, and when I’ve seen you you’ve been ‘too tired’ to do anything. You don’t want to spend time with me anymore, Y/N!”, Harry shouted at you.

“Harry, you’ve known since we met that I’m at university. I was juggling a long distance relationship, a part-time job that was asking too much of me, job hunting for once I graduate and writing my final year dissertation. What did you want me to do? I can’t be in two places at once, Harry!”, you shouted, moving your arms around in anger.

“You made me feel like shit, Y/N. Like you don’t fucking love me!”, Harry hurled at you accusingly, like this was somehow your fault. “I always made time for you, whether I was at home or here or somewhere else”.

“Are you forgetting how many days I sat here in the flat on my own or with just Cal because you were at shoots? I never said a fucking word about it, because I knew I’d signed up to that when I fell in love with you. You think walking into the room and seeing you all over some other girl made me feel loved? Made me feel appreciated?”, you yelled, ignoring how cool your tears felt on your burning skin.

“This isn’t my fault. Y/N!”, Harry yelled, storming over to you. You flinched slightly, making Harry stop short. “What? You - You think I’d hurt you?”, he asked quietly, recoiling into himself.

“Well, you clearly have no fucking problem hurting me!”, you snapped, wrapping your arms tightly around your body.

“I’d never hurt you, Y/N”, Harry murmured into the silence of the room.

“Really? Then why the fuck did I walk in here to see you with your tongue down someone else’s neck, Harry. That’s pretty fucking hurtful, if you ask me. And then you have the fucking gall to tell me it’s not your fault? Nobody made you bring her here, nobody made you cheat on me!”, you spat.

“It’s not been going on that long. Now that you’ve finished uni you can come down here and we can work on us again, right?”, Harry asked, awkwardly reaching out to you.

You took a step back, making sure he couldn’t reach you. Anger swirled inside of you, demanding to bubble up and lash out at Harry, and at this point to were too tired to even attempt to rein it in. “Oh yeah, sure”, you snarled. “I’ll just uproot my life and move down to London to be with a man who’d rather cheat on me than ask if everything’s okay between us”. You looked at Harry, waiting for him to say something, but he kept his mouth shut, looking around awkwardly. “Is you telling me it’s not being going on for long supposed to make me feel better? Woohoo, you’ve only been cheating on me for a month or two, not our entire relationship. No, Harry. We’re over. Done. You can’t come back from this”, you told him bluntly.

You turned around to leave his bedroom, storming down into the living room, coming face to face with Cal. “What’s going on? The neighbours called to ask if everything was okay because they heard yelling, you weren’t answering your phone so I came over”, Cal said softly, taking in the tears running down your face and neck.

Harry scoffed behind you. “And I’m the cheat, yeah?”, he snarked. Cal’s eyes widened before his face filled with fury. You put your hand on his chest.

“Can you call Freya and Josh to come pick me up? From the kitchen? Please?”, you asked, instructed him, pointing him over to the kitchen. He nodded, glowering eyes not leaving Harry until they had to.

“I wouldn’t dare cheat on you”, you snapped at Harry. “Every time you left me here to go film, I had no one to talk to but Cal. If me having the audacity to not sit in silence on my own for hours on end when I come and see my boyfriend makes me the unfaithful one here, then sue me. But last time I checked, the only person I’ve gotten into bed with in the last 18 months is you. You can’t tell me the same thing”, your voice raised as you spoke, your words all but nailing Harry to the wall.

Cal came over slowly, “They’re on their way over now”, he told you.

You marched back up to Harry’s room, collecting up everything that belonged to you in your arms. “What are you doing?”, Harry asked you from the door, voice sounding more fit for an innocent 5 year old.

“Getting my stuff”, you replied bluntly.

“Why?”.

“What about this situation makes you think I ever want to see you again, Harry? I could never trust you, ever again. You’ve ruined us. What about ‘we’re over’ doesn't make sense to you?”, you asked him incredulously, slipping past him to walk back downstairs and put your stuff into a bag.

“But - We can fix it, right?”, he asked, voice small.

“You blamed me, Harry! You said it wasn’t your fault! You think I don’t already feel bad enough? I know things have been rough and I know I’ve been distant and God, I feel like shit about it. I’m exhausted, Harry. I’m trying my best and clearly that’s not good enough for you, but don’t you dare go blaming me for that girl being in your bed. That one is all on you”, you told him sternly.

A knock on the door interrupted whatever Harry was going to try and say. Cal walked over, letting Josh and Freya into the apartment. “Y/N?”, Freya asked softly from the entryway. You turned away from Harry, walking over to Freya and into her arms.

For the first time that night, you let yourself cry. Heaving sobs were released into Freya’s chest and she held on to you, held you together. Over yours and Freya’s shoulders, Josh glared at Harry. A glare filled with anger and disappointment that made Harry shrink into himself even more.

“Come on, you need something to eat and drink and some sleep, you look shattered”, Josh told you. As Freya ushered you out of the door and to the lift, Cal handed Josh your bag and coat and pointed out your suitcase to him.

“Tell her I’ll speak to her in a bit, yeah?”, he asked Josh, who only nodded and showed himself out of the apartment, following you and Freya to the lift.

Cal took one look at Harry, his dishevelled appearance and the lost look in his eye, scoffed, and picked up his phone. “What do I do?”, Harry asked as Cal started to walk away.

“I’m not gonna start giving you advice, Bog. You’re one of my best mates but, man, you fucked up. Y/N is good, she was good for you. She would have moved heaven and earth for you if you needed her to, would have done anything you asked without a second thought. The one time in the 18 months you’ve been together she needed to be selfish, you were too pathetic to take it on the chin and you went and pulled someone else into your bed”, he told Harry.

“You like her, don’t you?”, Harry accused, no heat behind his words but the attempt was there.

“Of course I do, I have since the day I met her. But she was your girlfriend, I was just the accommodating best friend and flat mate who kept her company and bought her pizza when you abandoned her for days at a time for shoots”.

“I’ve really fucked up”, Harry whispered. Cal made a snarky noise in agreement, before turning his back and walking off to his room before he did or said something to Harry that he would regret in the long run.

At Freya and Josh’s, you’d showered and changed into sweats and a hoodie and were wrapped up in a blanket between the two of them on the couch as you all but cried into a bowl of Chinese food.

��I don’t want to lose of all you guys”, you whimpered quietly.

“You won’t, you silly goose”, Freya tutted. “You really think me, Gee and Talia would let you get away that easily. Or Josh and the other guys? No way. Sure, things are gonna change a bit, but just because...”, she trailed off, not wanting to even say Harry’s name. “Just because circumstances change, doesn’t mean we don’t love you, Y/N”, she told you, reaching over to squeeze your hand.

You had a long road ahead, there was no doubt about that. But with the friends you’d made over the last 18 months, you knew that you would never be taking that road alone. Freya was right, you couldn’t leave her, Gee and Talia now, you’d become too close. The boys were like family as well, albeit it a very dysfunctional family.

But, like all families, you’d find a way to make it work.

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[hnderyx]

Could you please do Xiaojun catching you masturbating

(Why am I a mix of soft and hard for Xiaojun hfksks apparently hard stan mode has been activated)

Xiaojun - Sick (NSFW)

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), not much other than that, maybe on some level voyeurism if you squint??

I hope you enjoy this, anon 💞

It's a bit crusty but nonetheless, enjoyyyyyy!!

Xiaojun's one of the people you tend to stay away from in a school setting. Not in a bad way, of course. In a way that he gets you feeling a specific way that you dislike… And to make matters worse, he's your next-door neighbour. As unfortunate as it is, it gets even more shitty when you consider the fact that your parents are quite close.

Today, he and his family were coming over for dinner. You didn’t want to deal with any of it. You were planning to eat and then immediately retire back to your bedroom. It was a plan that would’ve always worked any other time. This time? Unfortunately not. You had excused yourself from the dinner table with the excuse of feeling unwell, finding it hard to ignore the uncomfortable ache between your legs. What you didn’t realize was shortly after you had left, your parents had requested that Xiaojun take the time to check in on you.

Laying upon your comforters with your legs spread and a vibrator pressed against your clit, you let out a string of gentle moans. God, Xiaojun was something else. Every time the two of you locked gazes, your stomach exploded into butterflies. It was a partial reason to why you usually intended to steer away from him.

With your right hand holding the vibrator against your clit, your left snaked its way up your body to twist and pull at your nipples. Something that sent a burning sensation into your lower stomach. A sigh slipped from between your lips, smooth as silk.

“Dejun… Please give me more. I need more,” you moaned before moving your hand back down your body and gently running your fingertips through your wet folds. You gently pressed them into your heat, fingering yourself at a fast pace. His name was laced within your moans. Heat found its way to your cheeks as you began to push yourself closer to your orgasm, your fingertips brushing against your rough walls. Your moans began to fall from your mouth at a significantly higher pace as your hips tensed, the hot sensation in your lower abdomen becoming more prominent. Your eyes fluttered closed, welcoming the feeling of pushing yourself over the edge.

“You’re really sick, y’know that, y/n?” Your eyes shot open as you sat up, looking in the direction the voice came from. Xiaojun stood in your doorway, a smug look plastered across his face. “Faking being ill just to come up here to get yourself off? To me, no less?”

“De-Dejun! It’s not what it looks like. I-,” you pulled your ruffled comforters up over your body, hiding the vibrator under it as well.

“Then what is it? Playing with yourself as you think of another Dejun? How many do you know, y/n?” he sauntered over to the edge of your bed before yanking the comforters currently clutched in your hands down your body. Your hands flew to cover your bare self as you looked to him, the heat of embarrassment flooding through your body. “Aww, it’s okay, you don’t need to hide yourself from me. I saw everything. I saw how you touched yourself, how you moaned my name, how your body reacted to thinking about me… Do you want me to touch you, y/n? Do you want me to make you cum? To fulfill your fantasies about me?”

You hesitantly nodded. “Please touch me… Please help me, Dejun.”

He chuckled softly before pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, caging your body underneath his. He pressed his lips against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth nearly forcefully, but you welcomed it with aching desire. Moaning into the kiss, your hands found their way to his hair, knotting themselves into it. His hips ground into yours, pulling a whine from your mouth. He pulled away to kiss his way down your jawline and neck, hungrily.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, y/n…” he moaned gently into your skin as he ground his hips down against yours, again. He kissed his way down your body, leaving a slight trail of saliva glistening atop your skin. He positioned himself between your legs, looking up and meeting your eyes staring down at him. Placing a gentle kiss against your knee, he spoke.

“Do you want this? You can tell me to stop right now and we’ll forget this ever happened if you just say no, baby girl” his hands ghosted up and down your thighs, causing goosebumps to flourish all over your body.

“I want this, Xiaojun… I’ve thought about it for such a long time” you replied, heat burning at your cheeks from the confession. Chuckling softly to himself, he spreads your lower lips open with his index and middle finger, eyes growing hungrier at the sight of your swollen clit. His fingers move to tease your aching entrance, the arousal from your previous actions shining in the light of the room.

“Look at you, baby girl… Look at how beautiful you are” he licked a single stripe from your entrance to your clit before repetitively flicking his tongue against it. You held his gaze momentarily before throwing your head back against your pillows, letting out a desperate moan. He moans in return against your pussy as he takes his fingers and dips them slightly into your heat, gathering and playing with your arousal. Your hands snake their way into his hair and grip onto it as you ground your hips up against his face. At your actions, he moves his unoccupied hand to push your hips against the bed.

“Stay still, baby. I won’t be able to pleasure you if you move around…” he presses his index finger into your heat, curling it up against your walls before slipping in a second digit. He continues his relentless attack on your clit with his tongue, occasionally pressing an open mouth kiss upon it and sucking it gently. You could feel the fire beginning to burn brighter in your lower stomach as his fingers move in a ‘come here’ motion against your g-spot. Arching your back off the bed, your hips locked in place as the pleasure built inside you.

“X-Xiaojun… I need to cum. I’m going to cum,” your grip tightened on his hair as he let out a breathy moan against your pussy, moving his tongue to flick against your clit at a pace that was mind numbing. Your thighs clench against his head as they shake from the stimulation. The flame inside you burns brighter and brighter until it’s suddenly quenched. His name falls from your lips like a mantra as the pleasure from your orgasm causes your body to jerk. He guides you through your orgasm with gentle kisses around your clit as he continues to rub against your walls.

“Good girl… You came so good for me, huh?” He pulls fingers from your heat before bringing them up to his mouth. You hold eye contact with him as he seductively licks your juices from his fingers with a groan of satisfaction before moving to press his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue, you moaned into the kiss. He pulls back suddenly.

“Well, I better go update your parents on how you are,” he smirks against your lips as he observes the way your eyes stare into his. “I’ll just say that you’re feeling a lot better, hm?”

“Don’t go yet, please…” you grip onto his shirt as he begins to pull away in an attempt to persuade him. “I want more of you.”

“I know you do, but our parents are probably wondering where I am. We can continue this another time, how does that sound?” He looks into the mirror perched on top of your desk, adjusting his hair and clothing. “Believe me, the last thing I want to do is go face our parents with a raging hard-on, y/n”

He makes his way to your bedroom door before stopping and turning around, “fix yourself up and come downstairs, yourself. It’s boring to be stuck in boring married couple conversations alone.”

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