#I Want My Ex Wife Back Wattpad

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Everything is in order from oldest to newest. You will see me adding more links to the top as I'm reposting old fics.

Show Me Your Texts, or It's Over Harry finds out you've been in contact with your ex and gives you an ultimatum.

Just for the Record After returning home from a concert with Harry, you share a smoke and a bed.

Scars You have scars and are hesitant about letting Harry see you naked for the first time.

I Miss You You’ve grown frustrated and lonely because Harry is always busy.

Best Friends You and Harry are best friends, but he would love for it be more.

Rooms On Fire (The Morning After) You meet Harry Styles at a party and have an amazing night.

Slave 4 U 2 Harry is ready to take you home for a little role play.

The Opera You and Harry can’t keep your hands off each other at the opera.

My Home You and Harry visit his family, but you have to stay in Gemma’s room.

A Night Out with Harry You take care of Harry after a drunken night out.

Back For You Harry is in town, and you go visit him at the hotel.

Melt A sexy evening with Harry.

Heartstrings You become One Direction’s new guitarist and you and your best friend Harry realize you have feelings for each other.

What's It Like You can’t sleep and decide to pay Harry a visit in the next room.

The Lucky One Harry is not too pleased when you run into your old high school crush at a restaurant.

Too Long It’s been too long since you and Harry have had sex.

Anniversary Pancakes Harry and his daughter make breakfast for his wife on their anniversary

We're Gonna Have a Baby Telling Harry he’s gonna be a dad.

Lyrics and Melodies: AM A very smitten Harry takes Julia back to his place for drinks and more music.

Claiming His Territory Harry gets jealous when he thinks another guy fancies you, and he decides to claim his territory.

This Is Me You're Talking To You and Harry are divorced, but you both still have feelings for each other.

Meeting Harry Styles After actress Mia Tangelo meets Harry Styles at a One Direction concert, he surprises her by showing up at her film premiere.

Kiss Me Kiss Me Samantha and Harry’s story of young romance and a first kiss.

Sweat Some post-workout sex.

Saturday Night Harry needs comforting after his performance on SNL.

Live From New York Harry’s on SNL and he gets a little jealous when he thinks you’re not there for him.

Leather and Lace The night Harry sang with Stevie at the Troubadour.

I Wish That It Could Be Like That An affair with Harry has taken its toll and is no longer enough.

Faithfully Harry shares the story of how you two met and fell in love.

Running On Empty An unfortunate incident at the gym.

Sometimes It Be That Way Soon after a breakup, Lilliana met Harry…but their relationship may have been doomed from the start.

Stones T-Shirt Commenting on Harry’s Rolling Stones shirt at a party leads to going to a concert with him.

Carrot Cake Harry has something he’s been wanting to ask Y/N, but the timing is never right.

Kinda Perfect It’s a girls’ night out and Harry shows up, but you decide not to let your new friend Tiffany know that Harry is your boyfriend.

What Happens In Vegas... Your Vegas trip to celebrate your friend’s birthday turns into a night you hadn’t expected when you meet Harry Styles in the casino.

Easy Like Sunday Morning It's your last day with Harry before he leaves.

Connect Not wanting to lose their connection, Lily takes a surprise trip to see Harry.

Comfort Food Jessica, a self-proclaimed foodie, helps her classmate Harry study for their Biology test.

Her Album Harry has finished recording his album, and he wants her to hear it. [in Harry's POV]

Ruin the Friendship It’s Ella’s birthday, and her best friend Harry plans to tell her how he feels about her.

You and I Alyssa always wanted Harry, so every time he called, she was there waiting for him at the bar. But one night, things shifted between them.

Rain Rain Lexie is on her way to visit her sister, and she’s taking Harry on the road trip with her, planning to drop him off at his friend’s house for a wedding. But the weather has other plans.

That Sunday, That Summer Kelly’s roommate Bianca talks her into participating in a celebrity charity scavenger hunt that Harry Styles surprisingly attends.

Friends Don't Harry and Gabriella have been good friends for a few years. But neither of them knows the feelings the other has.

Dressing For Revenge // Part 2 Still heartbroken from finding your ex cheating on you, you go to a nightclub with your friend Kelsie, where not only do you run into your ex, but also a handsome gentleman who’s willing to help you get over him.

Kiss Me Deadly The annual Halloween party at the local pub has Y/N excited when she decides to invite her boss at the University, Mr. Styles. But she soon begins to second guess her decision when Harry starts acting odd. Is Harry Styles really who she thinks he is? Will this Halloween be a fantasy come true…or the kiss of death?

Through the Wall Harry is your handsome neighbour, and you keep hearing him through the wall.

bad idea harry styles is back from uni and he looks better than you remember. problem is, he's your ex's brother.

break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored part 2 of bad idea - after that one night with harry, you can't stop thinking about him...but things don't exactly turn out like you'd hoped.

Touch You’ve been having a hard time getting yourself off, so your roommate Harry offers a hand.

Filthy Cute You and Harry are in a secret relationship, and you get a little jealous when you think he’s flirting with your friend.

Out of Bounds After a few years of being a housewife, Tisa Jordan decided to go back to school. Hoping to find inspiration and a new direction in life, she didn’t expect to meet Harry Styles, a handsome British twenty-year-old. [39 chapters, reposting daily]

Cubicle  I’m Harry. I have a mundane job where I sit in a cubicle all day. But things just got better because the hottest babe just started working here. And I’m determined to make her mine, even if just for one night. I’m Roni. I just started this new job, but all I can think about is the hottie in the corner cubicle. I think he likes me too. [22 chapters]

Fratboy Harry Harry Styles was a boy with a reputation, one that you couldn’t care less about. Yet one night at a frat party changed everything. [10 parts]

The Entertainer Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar. [10 parts]

Too Far From Texas Stacey Barnett is a writer and a single mother. Her hands full with two daughters (one with special needs), a newly published novel, an extroverted best friend and a controlling ex-husband, the last thing she expects is to meet an international pop star. [33 chapters]

Seven Six Five They met once seven years ago. Now music has made them cross paths again. (Real Harry x Plus Size OC, enemies to lovers) [6 parts]

Tattooed Heart You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion. (Tattoo artist!harry x waitress y/n, enemies to lovers) [6 parts]

The Entertainer II * Updates will be sporadic * What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

Wild Horses * Updates will be sporadic * Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

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OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN SERIES | Lewis Hamilton

f1 masterlist | ask me anything or let's talk! driver x oc version available on wattpad on august 30th

lewis hamilton x pregnant!reader | based on 2018 season

for more information to the reader: ❥ reader in this series is britta's (seb's pr) niece and nico's ex-wife (they had a toxic relationship, but please, remember all of this is fiction and none of what you read here represents drivers in real life). ❥ it contains friends to lovers and unwanted pregnancy tropes. ❥ some parts might include sensitive content. pay attention to trigger warnings at the beginning of each part. ❥ english is not my first language so apologies for any mistakes that you can read here!

started: AUGUST 25TH 2024 currently status: on going | last updated: august 25th masterlist under the cut !

taglist: [feel free to tell me so i can tag you and you don't miss anything!]

a/n: i love nico, you just know it, but in this series as well as the upcoming history mega series... he's not gonna be a good guy, sorry (once again remember all of this is fiction and none of it represents reality)

Y/N Roeske knew firsthand what it was like to be one of the most well-known figures in the Formula 1 world, but not particularly for anything important.

Ever since her first public appearance in 2013 as Sebastian Vettel's PR, replacing her aunt Britta that hell of a season, the young woman realized that things would not be easy for her. When her casual sexual encounters with Nico Rosberg, hidden from everyone, turned into an abrupt marriage followed by a divorce that came just as quickly, the German realized that she was destined to be remembered for life as the ex-wife of someone who, in the eyes of others, was perfect, even though the reality was far from that.

Y/N tried to think that the rumors were just that, mere rumors, and that the people's inventions shouldn’t affect her at all... but they did until her return to the scene a year later after pleas from her aunt and her dad, a leaked intimate video and a few coffees at Lewis' house, led her to come back.

However, no matter how much Y/N Roeske tried to rebuild her life in any of its aspects, life had other plans for her. Ones that the blonde couldn’t have imagined.

After a night of weakness and vulnerability, and despite the attempts of Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel and his fiancee, Diana Wagner, to keep her from falling into temptation after nearly three years clean, Y/N ends up having a small but significant slip-up with her ex-husband during one of the season’s kickoff parties. She didn’t think much of it until a positive pregnancy test made her realize that she might have landed herself in a problem with no easy solution.

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN MASTERLIST

part 1: after deciding to go out with her best friend, diana, to celebrate her birthday, and her going back with sebastian, her fiancé to their hotel room, y/n finds herself doing the same with nico, her ex-husband

part 2: her period is late and she knows all too well why, but y/n doesn't want to face reality even everyone asks her if she's ok

[randomshyperson]

Mess is Mine - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Being divorced from Wanda Maximoff implies never getting over her.

Warnings: (+18), language, brief smut, divorced ladies who are very still much in love with each other, unspecified age gap, marriage going wrong, hopeful ending, mild angst, fluff.| Words: 3.949k.

A/N-> There's this divorced couple in a Brazilian soap opera with so much chemistry in their scenes together because of the intimacy gained during marriage (even though that didn't work out) and they won't leave my tik tok ; at some point, my brain thought about this fic. I would love to write more of this trope in the future.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

--//--

Wanda had a persistent migraine, and the pile of work in front of her was not helping.

Still, all her stubborn brain could focus on instead of her real job was the stupid headline of the gossip magazine on her desk.

A cheap and badly angled photo of her ex-wife with colorful captions that read 'The newest business killer couple?" and dozens more insinuations about a secret high-society romance made her stomach churn.

Wanda tried not to be affected by the gossip, but you looked so happy in the photo that she couldn't help it.

The sudden opening of her door made Wanda jump in her seat, in one quick pull close the magazine and sigh with relief when she saw it was only Natasha.

"Why are you here?" Her long-time friend and co-worker asked. Wanda frowned in confusion.

"It's still my company..."

Nat rolled her eyes, walking into the office and taking long strides to her desk. "I meant in here, smarty-pants. The event is starting in an hour, the staff wanted some words of encouragement or something."

Wanda sighed wearily, massaging her forehead with one hand. "Can't you do that for me, Nat? I gotta make some calls."

Nat hummed in agreement, but her gaze caught the closed magazine on the table and she raised a brow at her friend. "One of those calls includes your ex-wife, I suppose."

Wanda chuckled dryly, taking the magazine out to one of the drawers and adjusting herself to reach the desk phone. "There's nothing else for me to say to her."

Her friend hid a smile that said that she didn't believe this one bit. "Okay, whatever you say. See you later, boss."

Wanda waved goodbye, with the phone to her ear. Her immediate instinct was to dial known numbers but she shook her head to push that ridiculous idea away and went back to work.

Several hours after the peak of the event when the company was filled with guests, from potential clients to journalists looking for any news like vultures at the carrion, Wanda was at her second glass of champagne, trying to keep the rest of her patience intact after having answered so many questions for gossip magazines regarding the headline from earlier in the day.

She absolutely did not want to discuss a possible romance between her ex-wife and the heiress of Bishop Industries. 

Years before, any of them would have been afraid to question her about something so ridiculous, but that was before you came along. And melted your way into the Business Ice Queen, the untouchable Wanda Maximoff, or whatever insensitive nickname they invented about her back then. Before breaking down all of Wanda's walls, making her a better person, and of course, before you left her.

It was definitely the alcohol's fault that she was thinking about this, and with these stupid tears welling up in her eyes. Wanda swallowed all the emotion, burying it deep and making sure that no one had noticed her broken expression. With an excuse to a group of investors who were boring her into a corner, she retreated to an area far away from the company's outdoor gardens, taking a deep breath to calm herself. The beautiful view of the state lake was most welcome.

So of course the reason for her almost minor breakdown had to show up wearing her favorite suit.

"Are you running away from your guests, Maximoff?" Your tone was casual, the smile provocative. She snorted to herself, crossing her arms and keeping her eyes on the lake. You didn't mind, walking over to her at a slow pace until you were beside her on the edge. 

"I just needed some air." She merely replies. With one hand in your pockets, you adjust your own hair, and Wanda hates that she can smell the shampoo, her body betraying her and shuddering as if your scent were addictive. 

"You're avoiding me today." You comment lightheartedly, studying her face. "I arrived an hour ago and it took me almost all this time to find you."

Wanda forced a smile, finally facing you back, but her angry look made you hesitate. "I thought your chaperone was keeping you busy."

You glanced back at the party, stealing a quick check on Kate at the food stand, chatting with a blonde girl, before turning your attention back to Wanda.

"I forgot how hot you get when you're jealous."

Wanda huffs away, her cheeks burning which she tries to hide by staring at the lake. "Don't even start." She warns between teeth. 

You chuckle, rolling your eyes, but don't insist. You turn your attention to the lake as well. "I wanted to let you know that the boys have already arrived in King Cross. I spoke to them and Charles on the phone."

"I know, Pietro texted me." She retorts more harshly than she meant to and bites the inside of her cheek as she sees you lower your head in upset. With a sigh, she mumbles, "I meant, thanks for letting me know."

You smile, nodding before turning your gaze back to the party. "What do you think of Miss Bishop?" 

Wanda locks her jaw; How dare you honestly. A list of curses lays ready on the tip of her tongue, but she remembers where you two are, and takes a deep breath. You were clearly trying for some kind of reaction from her, and she's not going to let you have this victory today.

"She's beautiful." Wanda replies. "As young as you were when I met you."

You chuckle shortly, raising an eyebrow at her. "What are you implying, Maximoff?"

Wanda shrugs her shoulders softly, turning to leave. "You're quite clever, Y/N, I'm sure you follow." She hits back, but you step forward into her path. You are suddenly too close, and Wanda finds herself holding her breath. She needs to take a step back to avoid stopping breathing for good.

Your eyes stare into theirs. "Not that this is any of your business, darling, but my relationship with Kate is strictly professional."

You assure her in a low tone, and Wanda swallows hard as your gaze moves down to her lips for a long moment before focusing on her eyes again. A smile forms on your mouth next. "Besides this, I've always had a thing for older women."

Wanda sighs heavily, using all her mental control to pull away at once. "Go pay attention to your chaperone, Y/N. Especially if she's a potential client."

You roll your eyes at the business tip; you already know them by heart, the vast majority learned from Wanda. And your ex-wife makes mention of leaving, so you slide your hand down her forearm gently, taking some amusement in seeing the way she shivers.

"I wanted to talk to you about something, Wanda." You let her know, with a serious tone but a tender look. The redhead swallows dryly at the closeness of your faces now that you're standing side by side, your hands connected. "Later, after the party, okay?"

"I-I..."

"It's important." You assure her, knowing her hesitation is so as not to break your agreement about relapses. With a gentle expression, you insist, "Please, it won't take more than five minutes."

She licks her lips, and you almost kiss her. Lucky for her she agrees and walks away because God knows you would have done it, right there in that garden for all the New York reporters to have a week's news about.

Without Wanda's perfume around you, you take a deep breath and try to clear your mind, having to wait a few more minutes in the garden for your heart to stop beating so fast.

As the event nears its end and Wanda needs to give a closing speech, you say goodbye to Kate before the parking area. You ignore all the journalists who try to insinuate something about you having taken the girl to the car and exchange a glance with Wanda in the small crowd before moving toward the elevator.

Wanda has always known you so well, and with a nod, she knows exactly where she has to go.

Her work floor is completely deserted as she makes her way to her own office. But she still closes the door as she enters, letting out a tired laugh at your figure sitting on her armchair.

Her smile fades when she sees what you are reading.

"Headlines nowadays are getting creative..." You wryly chuckle, laughing at your ex-wife's caught expression. "It says here that I might have an eye to the Bishop's fortune. How silly, you gave me almost half of yours in the divorce, why would I need more money?"

"Very funny." Wanda dryly retorts, reaching up to snatch the magazine from your hands with a tug, and raking the item into the trash afterward. She crosses her arms as she looks at you. "What did you want to tell me?"

You flashed a small, sideways smile. "You used to be more polite when you wanted to sleep with me. At least offer me a drink."

Wanda chuckled dryly, rolling her eyes and begrudgingly moving to the personal bar in the corner of the room. If she leaned over more than necessary to grab one of the whiskey bottles, aware that the position in the chair gave you a full view of her ass, neither of you said anything about it. She hid her satisfied smile as she heard your breath hitch at the image, and you hid your own reaction as you cleared your throat and looked away.

Shortly thereafter, two shots of whiskey were served on the glass table in front of you. But before the toast, you declared:

"I'm leaving."

Wanda frowned, and when you made mention of taking the glass, she placed her hand on your forearm. "Speak."

You chuckled, staring her in the eyes. "I closed a contract with the Ten Rings folks. They want me in Korea for the next four months."

Wanda lets go of your arm as if she had been burned and steps away from the table with an indecipherable, but very disturbed expression.

"B-but the boys.." She tries to formulate, but you rise from the armchair with a sigh.

"They'll be at school." You retort, even though firm, your gaze is almost pleading. For what, Wanda doesn't have the heart to wonder. "It's not as if they stay with us all the time, Wands. The boarding school takes up this time quite well. It will only be four months, and they've already invented the telephone and internet, you know?" You try to joke, but Wanda hugs her own body and faces you.

"Why are you here, then? You've traveled before."

"Not for that long." You say, taking steps toward her, and mentally thanking heavens that she doesn't pull away. "And not... not since we made the divorce official."

"Y/N..."

"I know, I know." You murmur with a sad smile, raising your hands to her arms uncovered by her dress. "Maybe it's stupid, but I wanted to make sure we're okay. That it won't be something...I don't know, that hurts us."

"More than a divorce? I find that difficult." She replies with restrained emotion in her husky voice. You sigh.

"Wanda..."

"No, you're right. It was stupid." She cuts off, pulling away so you don't see the tears welling up in her eyes. "Of course it's okay. But I appreciate that you respect the concept of shared custody. I imagine the kids already know?"

"Yes, I told them before I took them to the airport." You mutter upset, watching Wanda walk away to the window. "But Wands, I wanted to tell you in person..."

"And why is that, huh?" she retorts with an impatience that makes you flinch. And for this, Wanda loses it for good. "You know, I don't understand you! You left me! You filed for divorce, you wanted to break us up. But you keep showing up here, and at home, and everywhere, and now you want to come here and say you care-"

"I care, Wa-"

"Then why did you leave me?" she shouts back, almost regretting it when she sees the tears in your eyes. You laugh tearfully, shaking your head.

"We've had this conversation dozens of times, Wan." You say, much calmer than she is. "But you just can't accept that you're wrong, can you?"

"Right, I forgot that I'm the villain in your story." She sneers, wiping her face with the back of her hand. You give another sad laugh.

"I wish it were that simple, darling." You tell her, taking slow steps toward her. "If you were just the villain, the bad wife, the evil boss, everything would be easier. I could hate you, curse your names to all my friends, and spend all the divorce money on expensive, empty things out there, but it's not like that. You forget the part that I love you and tried to fight for us until the last second."

Wanda sobs quietly, looking down at the floor, "Don't do that, Y/N."

"But it's true, baby, you know. I'm not the one who broke any promises, Wands. I just got tired of begging for crumbs of attention from the person who swore to spend the rest of her days with me."

Wanda lifts her chin, and the determination in her gaze doesn't do justice to the tears. "You knew how much my career meant when you said yes."

You smile sadly, taking one last step to get close enough to hold her face. Wanda shudders as you wipe away her tears, as you have done so many times before, as if no time has passed and everything was fine.

"I am so proud of you, Wands, for all you have accomplished with your work. I only wish I had been as important as this building." 

You place a long kiss on her forehead, pulling away afterward. You offer her one last sad smile before closing the door on your way out. Wanda starts to cry as soon as you have done so, even though she tries very hard to keep her tears away.

–//–

You burned a pancake to answer the door, but all the irritation over the ruined dish vanished when you saw Wanda standing in front of you.

It had only been a few days since you had last seen her, and now all the furniture in your apartment was already packed away and covered with rags, prepared for the time you would be away. Wanda's party dress gave way to a casual suit that made you swallow dryly and become self-conscious of the sweatpants and sports top you were wearing. Wanda wouldn't have picked anything better.

"Are you going to let me in, detka?" Wanda asked with some teasing for your moment of shock. You immediately recovered, making room for her to enter and closing the door once she was in the hall. "Sorry for disturbing your breakfast. I wanted to see you before your flight."

"Oh, don't worry about it. And I'm not going until the afternoon." You clarified somewhat clumsily by her presence, one hand still holding a spatula and the other adjusting your hair. "I made pancakes if you'd like..."

"I would love it." Wanda assured with a smile that made your stomach twist. It wasn't fair that your ex-wife got more beautiful every time you looked at her, honestly.

Wanda followed you back into the kitchen, and to both your surprise, you fell into a light conversation about work and the boys while preparing and serving food, completely different from the tone of the conversation the last time you had seen each other. 

But it was a time bomb, of course, so you weren't surprised when Wanda suddenly bit her lip, assuming a more tense posture. 

Finishing chewing your pancakes, you asked:

"Why are you here, sweetheart?" 

Wanda raised her eyes to you, and you stared back at her, patiently for her to clarify. 

"I wanted to say goodbye to you properly." She said, spinning her own stool around first before tipping her hands around yours to spin you toward her. You raise a brow in curiosity, but the question of what she was doing dies in your throat as she leans in and brings your lips together. 

It has been exactly three months, eighteen days, and sixteen hours since you last kissed Wanda, and you only realize how much you missed the feeling when she does it again. It's as intoxicating as it is overwhelming, and you gasp into her lips, breaking the kiss at once as you stand up, taking good steps away from the countertop.

"Wanda, we talked about this." You remind her in a husky voice, pressing a hand over your face. It's ridiculous how much your skin is burning and your heart is racing for something that lasted less than three seconds. "No relapses. You promised-"

"It's not a relapse." She assured, reaching up and grabbing your hands to place them around her waist. You grunted at the sensation, closing your eyes as Wanda slipped hers over your shoulders, too close for you to think about anything other than her. "It's a parting gift. So you'll have a reason to come back."

"W-what...?"

Wanda presses closer and brings her mouth to your ear. "Just stop overthinking it and accept the gift, detka."

With encouragement, she bites the lobe of your ear, and you give up resisting.

With a tug on her waist, you bring your mouths together in a kiss much hungrier and more passionate than the first, which elicits loud, almost primal moans of need from both of you. Wanda pushes and pulls, and by the time you stumble to the back of the living room couch, your pants are already open and there's nothing covering your torso; much like the woman in front of you, who as soon as she throws you sitting up against the cushions, your breathing out of rhythm and your lips swollen from kissing hard, makes a show of removing the rest of her clothes.

She has time to smile mischievously at your look of pure adoration at her completely naked body in front of you before you pull her onto your lap by her thighs. Wanda climbs on you with a needy grunt, burning from the inside out in anticipation for you to touch her again.

Your touches are almost desperate, your kisses mark her skin. It is your gift, but you also seem determined to make sure that Wanda has the memory of this morning for quite some time. 

When your mouth closes around her nipples, she whimpers to the ceiling, arching her back and steadying her hands in your hair, a soft plea that you not stop.

"Yes, baby, just like that." She encourages over the stimulation on her nipples, breaking into an excited whimper when you simply use your free hand to masturbate her. At any other time, you would have taken your time to work her up until she was begging for your touch, but now, in the urgency you two were sharing, it wasn't necessary. She was ready for you. 

Your fingers penetrate her without delay, and Wanda digs her nails into your shoulder, breaking into a breathless moan. You give one last hickey on her hardened nipple before you move your face back up to hers, kissing her with intensity as your fingers dance inside her walls with the mastery of one who has done this a dozen times, one who knows her like the palm of the hand she so deliberately grinds against in the intention of relieving herself.

"G-god, detka! Right here!" She breaks the kiss into an affected moan, practically meowing as you repeatedly hit that sensitive spot inside her. The wetness grows in your palm, Wanda oozes into you, and to help her, you bring your free hand to her hip, coordinating her movements as she begins to fail. "I-I'm going to..."

"Don't talk, show." You interrupt her with a proud little smile, moving your mouth down to bite the sensitive spots on her neck. "Come to me, baby, I've got you."

That's all she needs to reach the first climax of the morning, and she is not surprised that you don't stop at the first. Or the second, or the third.

You are on your knees on the living room floor when your first alarm goes off. Breathing as out of breath as Wanda, on the couch with her torso exposed and her legs spread from which you against your will need to remove your face to turn off the alarm when you pull away.

She covers herself when you disappear to the kitchen because she knows it's because of the flight, and when you return, the cell phone goes on the coffee table and you sit on the floor next to her on the couch. 

There is a long silent pause, where only your breaths can be heard. Wanda skirts a hickey on her own thigh and you sigh.

"We shouldn't have..." But you can't complete, it because your voice fails you as if you are going to start crying. You look away, and Wanda lets herself fall to your side on the floor, where she reaches for your hand.

"Detka, look at me." She asks, and you have to wait a moment until you sniffle and do so with difficulty.

"I told you it hurts me, Wands. I can't-" You take a deep breath. "I can't heal if this keeps happening. There’s no getting over you if we keep doing this”

She shakes her head. "I don't want you to get over me." She says and you huff, trying to pull her hand away, but Wanda squeezes. "I love you, you know I do."

"Love is not enough." You retort bitterly, your eyes filled with tears. "Loving me doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Nor that you won't ignore me. Those are just words, Wanda. I haven't felt loved by you in a long time."

She releases your hand from the shock of your words, and watches you create a physical distance between you as you walk away. You slip away to the bedroom, muttering that you need to get ready for the flight, and she tries to make a decision the whole time you are in the shower.

When you return to the room, wearing a set of travel clothes, Wanda is wearing your sweatpants and her own dress shirt. Your chest aches to see her wearing your clothes again.

"Wanda, you'd better go, my flight-"

"I love you, detka." She cuts you off with eyes bright with determination as she stares at you. You swallow dry, but can't resist when Wanda reaches up to touch your face. "I will make sure you know it. You'll know it so deeply that you'll be able to feel it in your bones. And you'll never doubt it again."

You sniffle lightly. "Wanda..."

"Don't worry about it now, detka." She interrupts you more gently, caressing your face. "Have a great trip. I'll be here when you come back home."

You sigh, and Wanda doesn't let you say anything more, kissing you in a calmer, but somehow much more intense way than before. 

She leaves the apartment before you, with a wink and a request that you call the boys before and after the flight. 

And even before she gets to the first floor, Wanda has already texted Natasha about her early retirement procedure after her well-deserved family vacation.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! CEO! Arranged! Ex-husand x AFAB! Ex-wife! Reader

Hold your horses, we're going to wattpad territory here.

I went back to reading the cliche runaway wife or stranger with them being pregnant from their one night stand with a CEO and I must say, it's making me really nostalgic.

As a small gift for myself, I'm using the name of my CEO protagonist on the novel I wrote, and his background... Actually, the whole story for this one will be just my novel's. Self plagiarism, if you will lol. There are quite the big alterations, but that's for me to know, and for you to skim over.

So, let's unlock a hidden memory especially for previous wattpad girlies, shall we?

Pause though, this is my 3rd pregnancy fic. I hate myself.

Yandere! CEO name: Iñigo Dragonov

"Father, I seriously do not need your input in my marriage!"

"You will marry the Smith's daughter and that's final!"

"But why?! I'm content with living by myself and flourishing the company! I do not need a wife!"

"How about a husband then?"

"No wives, no husbands, no spouses!"

Allastor frowned. He knew that his son is not one for romance, but he dated a handful of people, also slept around sometimes. But for the sake of his son, who is workaholic to the point he's forgetting about his health, he needs someone who would be there for him.

"Son, if you don't marry the Smith's daughter, i'm afraid I have to get back the company."

Iñigo clenched his teeth. His jaw ticking as he looked at his father with wide, feral eyes.

"You won't do that. You already gave the company to me!"

"Yes, but I will take the company back. And you know I can pull strings like no other."

That's how Iñigo married you, the Smith's daughter.

Dragonov group of Companies. Just the name itself sent shivers down the spines of aspiring and even well off businesses. They're ruthless, and dominated almost every possible market. Textile, food industry, hotels, even schools. Name it, and they'll have it.

So, with the Smith Corp being the leading company in the Fashion industry, and the Dragonov looking to integrate themselves in Fashion and not just textile, Allastor decided to have this arrangement. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

Inigo Dragonov. The perfect man and the perfect bachelor. Rich, handsome, reliable, he's someone who's a bonafide genius when it comes to business. Almost his every investment have such huge profits, and never a lost.

So why was he so adamant about marrying when it's a good strategy in order to get into fashion?

He has always thought of marriage as something so restraining. Something that weighs such a workaholic like him down. He never even thought of marrying unless his father and mother mentions it.

So when his eyes laid on you, he sneered in his heart.

He doesn't want you at all.

He's always finding faults in you.

"Why do you look so frumpy? I thought your company focuses on fashion?"

"Stand up straight. Your slouching is unsightly."

"Will you get out of my sight? Don't you have any work to do? Don't be lazy."

His words never, ever dripped of affection, only vile words of nitpicking came out.

You were tired of it. Sick and tired.

Yet you did your best to always serve your husband in all aspects. Affection, taking care of him, even intimacy. After all, he's still the one to put food on your plate. Not just any food also, but luxurious ones.

But the empty feeling on your heart persisted. You don't want this at all.

So with a heavy heart, you decided to divorce him.

As you predicted, he didn't care. He signed it, and you left the chateau.

But as Iñigo relished in the fact that he's now a single man once more and can focus on his work, you knew something he didn't.

You touched your womb.

"I'm going to take care of you myself, baby." You whispered to the unborn child on your stomach.

Iñigo clocked out of his office and sighed, feeling the tiredness cloak his body.

He felt empty. Really empty.

At first, he felt such a deep satisfaction that he can finish the job easier without you around.

Every time he comes home, nobody will pester him to eat, to take care of himself.

Nobody nosey to ask him about his day, nobody to annoy him by kissing him on the cheek...

Something invisible gripped his heart as he groaned and took off his suit jacket.

"Tedious."

He slowly walked towards the dining room and sat down at the head of the table. He started eating his dinner, feeling the emptiness reside the giant mansion.

Was his chateau always this big?

He looked over to the seat to his left where you usually sat down.

He can see the faint image of you in his memories, talking about your day and job, that he painfully ignored.

He remembered how your lips would always twitch as it fought back a frown from his lack of response.

He would watch you go silent and finish your meal quickly, before waiting for him to finish so that you could bring the plates back to the kitchen.

He would remember your tired sighs and fervent glances at him.

He went upstairs, wanting to take a shower.

The room you shared with him was now devoid of your personal touch, just leaving with a dark and modern aesthetic that looked like it was from a display in a furniture shop. It was professional, too professional.

He looked over where your vanity was once was. Now there's just an armchair and a lamp that he never really used.

He got to the bathroom and what was once filled with your bathroom essentials. Now, it was just his shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush and paste, and other basic needs tucked away.

And as he went under the shower, tears started to leak from his eyes, regret gnawing at his heart.

He never realized how much he loved you.

He never realized that the reason why he was so critical of you was that he was trying to distance himself from you.

He never realized that your presence was a constant peace in his fast paced life, and that you were a part of his routine.

And now that you're gone...

He gripped his wrist, a bruise forming.

And that was his daily routine a year after your divorce.

And now, two years later, he was still the same.

On the outside, he looked fine and dandy, but deep inside, he's only a broken husk of a man that he never dared to repair.

He thinks he deserved this as punishment.

But then, in those years, he felt that he needed you to come back.

Yes, he's punishing himself, but he needed you still.

He misses your touch,

Your warmth,

Your care.

Your... Love?

Did you love him?

Or is it out of responsibly?

Bah, he doesn't care.

He loves you, and that was enough.

A knock came from the door and his CFO, and his best friend, Oliver, got inside.

"Here you have it. This week's report of activities of Miss Smith--"

"Mrs. Dragonov."

Oliver sighed.

"yes, Mrs. Dragonov, this is the week's report of Mrs. Dragonov."

Iñigo nodded in satisfaction and waved Oliver goodbye.

He opened the enveloped and his eyes widened. You were back from New Zealand. This was great news! He could talk to you. Maybe coax you into coming back.

Iñigo grabbed his key and opened a door at the back of his office and smiled at the inside. Inside was a perfect replica of your old office when you were still married to him. The only difference is that wall to wall was plastered of your face, taken by his private investigators. On the vanity, which was once in his room, have a picture of you, and your twins with him.

He smirked lazily, sitting down on the chair as he kissed your face on the picture frame.

His stormy dark eyes were bent a bit, his gaze filled with so much longing and regret.

"I'll take back what's mine." He whispered.

"and I'll do everything and use everything at my disposal to get you back." Iñigo declared, looking at his children.

"And I mean everything."

"We need to do this."

"Tsk. Why would I? I'm perfectly capable of myself."

"We both can't deny the fact that they need me. You need me."

".... Okay."

" But in one condition."

"What is it?"

"You need to marry me."

You blinked, not getting this absurd situation at all. Marriage again? But why?

Seeing your confused face, Iñigo grabbed your hand gently and squeezed them.

"Sweetheart, you don't want our children to grow up ridiculed, right? What would the people say if they saw our children with no father?" Iñigo started to whisper, coaxing you into seeing his perspective. "I am willing to provide the support you need."

You shook your head.

"But I can provide that myself. I am rich also, so that support means nothing."

Iñigo gritted his teeth and held you tightly once more.

"What will an incomplete family do to our children? Won't they question my absence? Besides, a father is a crucial role one must be filled no matter what. And I'm fully intending to be present at all." He coaxed you, whispering words of promises he wants to fulfil. "There are studies out there that an incomplete family slows down children's development."

He continued to try and let you see his perspective.

"With my influence, nobody can touch you and the children. I promise, I won't be an asshole again and ridicule you. I am so sorry for saying those things." Iñigo whispered as tears filled his eyes. "I regretted all of those. Every single day since you left, I felt like a husk, I know something was wrong, and that I was that something. I hurt someone so precious to me."

Why would he need to dirty his hands when his words and acting skills were enough to persuade you?

Iñigo knelt down, hugging your waist, begging, groveling for you to come back.

And when he saw your resolve crack in front of him, he hid his smirk as he continued to sob in front of you.

His words were working.

Besides, he knows the children were your soft spot.

He was thankful for the existence of your children. If not, he'll probably resort to... Extreme ways just to get you back.

Maybe like, making your company bankrupt with him the only lifeline left.

But now, he held your waist tightly, listening to your words as you gave up trying to fight his logic.

You were his.

And you will continue to be his,

Until death do you part.

[theoceanandthestars]

Friendly Lies

A/N: This is my first post/story, I’ve written before on Wattpad but never committed to writing but I feel like this is something I can actually commit too. Let me know any NCIS requests and I’m hoping to open up my writing to other fandoms soon too. This is definitely a testament to my ability to yap. Apologies for any mistakes :)

Also, I know the timelines probably don’t match up in terms of Gibbs knowing Tobias etc and Tobias having another daughter, or maybe they do, I don’t know but I thought it was a fun idea so belief will just have to be suspended. ;)

NCIS y/n fanfic, slight y/n x tony dinozzo, tony dinozzo x reader

Word count: 1969

Summary: Fornell’s daughter, Gibbs' Goddaughter, is an FBI agent working a case with her father and Godfather and decides to help get her dad to leave McGee alone after he found him asleep on the sofa with his ex-wife (I loved that episode so much) at Tony’s expense.

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You’d only known Tim, Tony and Ziva for a few weeks but already you knew you’d be great friends. After only knowing them for 5 minutes the day you ended up sharing a case with both your father and godfather, you were making plans to hang out with them. Your godfather, or your Uncle Gibbs as you preferred to call him, was of course more than happy to see you and be working with you, although the protective dad act from the NCIS and FBI agents had driven you slightly insane. Although you loved the rare times when you and your father shared an FBI case, that time had made you nearly want to quit, which had driven you straight to Gibbs’ team, who were more than welcoming and friendly to you.

Now, you sat on Ziva’s desk, chatting to her and McGee while your father and godfather interrogated a suspect and Tony watched.

‘And that’s why your dad hates me’, concluded McGee after explaining to you what he described as the ‘incident’ between your dad and his ex-wife Diane.  Both you and Ziva had been laughing the entire time he told the story.

‘I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, Tim’, you smiled at him ‘he’s only mentioned it a few times.’

‘A few?’ Tim asked in horror, causing Ziva to snort in laughter. This topic had taken up a good 20 minutes and it had clearly been playing on his mind for a long time before that.

‘Look if you want me to talk to him I can’ you offered, trying to ease Tim’s obvious panic, but your offer only seemed to send McGee into a further state of pure anxiety.

‘No, absolutely not, that would only add to it.’ He spoke moving his chair slightly as it was currently situated next to Ziva’s desk where you were congregated. As Tim moved you gaze shifted to DiNozzo’s desk and an idea popped into your head.

‘McGee, I’m sure y/n’s right, Fornell can’t be holding on to a grudge for that long.’

‘He brings it up every time we see him!’ Tim insisted.

‘Hang on’ you quickly said jumping up from Ziva’s desk and captivating both agent’s attention, ‘I think I know how to get my dad to forget about you and Diane.’

‘First of all there was no me and Diane’ Tim quickly insisted, causing the pair of female agents to roll their eyes as they failed to hold in their laughs ‘But what’s the idea because I will do anything to make him stop bringing it up?’. Both agents’ gazes were fixed on you as you moved from Ziva’s desk to sit on Tonys.

‘Oh you wouldn’t have to do anything McGee, it would be all me’, you smirked as the two agents watched eagerly, ‘this isn’t entirely selfless though, remember when Tony told Gibbs and my dad that I’d been sleeping with an NCIS agent to try and piss them off? And it took me weeks to convince them he was just trying to mess with me and them?’, the two NCIS agents nodded, smirks growing on their faces as they pieced together what you were planning to do, ‘well I think it’s time I get Tony back for that, don’t you?’.

Just as you said this your father and Gibbs reappeared into the room and as they did, you got up from Tony’s desk and made a beeline for them, meeting them just in front of Gibbs’ desk.

‘Dad, Uncle Gibbs I need to talk to you’ you said, grabbing their attention in the most serious and anxious voice you could muster, grabbing one of their hands in each of yours, ‘I know this is really important and I want to be honest with you both’ you took a deep breath to highlight your nervousness. At this point you had captured your father’s and Godfather’s attention, squeezing their hands as you raised your eyes to meet theirs you finally said, ‘I’m pregnant.’

Now Ziva and Tim were clearly shocked and impressed by your lies, hiding their laughter surprisingly well and instead adorning looks of shock and intrigue. Your father and godfather on the other hand, with hands still held by yours, were looking at you with such pure shock your father had turned slightly white. Before they could even utter a word, you quickly continued, ‘and its Tony’s’.

At this revelation, McGee and Ziva quickly turned so that Gibbs and Fornell couldn’t see the laughter that was daring to burst out. The silence was quickly broken by a synchronised ‘WHAT?’ from the two men who held your hands. Their gazes had turned harsher, but you knew that if you wanted this to have the best effect you had to really milk it.

‘I know we haven’t known each other long’ you stated looking them both in the eyes, but were quickly interrupted by your father half shouting, ‘How did this happen?’, quickly followed by Gibbs’ ‘I’m sorry what?!’

Before you could think of an answer though everyone’s attention was diverted in the sound of a voice, Tony’s voice, ‘hey boss. Fornell.  You look like you’ve seen a ghost, what did y/n do? Tell you she’s pregnant? I told you she was sleeping with an NCIS agent.’, as he Tony laughed at his own joke, Tony sauntered towards his desk, but only for a second before Fornell was on him, pinning him to the wall. Tony’s face quickly shifted to panic and confusion, his eyes scanning the room.

‘You got my daughter pregnant!’, Fornell shouted.

‘What? No’ DiNozzo squeaked out as Gibbs removed Fornell from him, freeing him from the wall. You quickly shifted your eyes to where Tim and Ziva were still at Ziva’s desk, attempting to contain their laughter. You knew you didn’t have long before the two of them blew the prank, but you also knew that the damage would be done soon enough and you would have got Tony back and your dad would definitely forget about finding McGee and Diane on the sofa asleep together.

Suddenly Tony rushed over to you seeking some sort of explanation or help but before he could squeak out another word, you grabbed his arm hugging it slightly and turning the pair of you to face Gibbs and Tobias.

‘Me and Tony are in love, dad, you can’t stop our love’ but as you got to the end of your sentence McGee and Ziva had burst into full belly laughter, causing you too to crack and lean on Tony as you couldn’t stop laughing. As the three of you continued to laugh, Gibbs only rolled his eyes at your antics, shaking his head slightly and letting out a slight chuckle. He knew that DiNozzo had told Tobias that you were sleeping with someone at the agency to piss him off and he also knew that your dad had practically become a helicopter parent for a week after he had done so.

As Gibbs moved back towards his desk, you patted tony on the chest before calming yourself enough to say, ‘you should have seen your face’. Quickly, McGee walked behind you both to return to his desk, slapping Tony on the back as he continued to laugh at Tony’s expense. He stopped by your side quickly whispering to you how he was now free from any comments about Diane. Your gaze then shifted to your father who still stood in front of you both, surprisingly quite but glaring at you both.

‘Gotta keep you young dad.’ You smiled at him, kissing his check and moving back to Ziva’s desk, the pair of you still giggling and smiling. Your dad however, kept his gaze on Tony, glowering at him, as Tony seemed to continue to shrink under his glare, still looking stunned and scared. Finally his gaze shifted as Gibbs called him telling him to go down to autopsy to see Abby with him.

At first he didn’t move, continuing to stare, before finally moving when he heard his name shouted by Gibbs. ‘I still don’t trust you DiNozzo.’ Tobias said, finally moving towards Gibbs’ desk, his gaze remaining on Tony until they were out of site.

At this point you, McGee and Ziva all began to laugh again with the same force you did when your dad had pinned Tony to the wall.

‘I did not think you would take it that far’ commented Ziva, ‘I admire your commitment’. You smiled at her amongst the laughter but couldn’t respond as tony too moved towards Ziva’s desk, where McGee had now joined you and began to stare at you all.

‘Not funny guys, I thought I was going to die!’, Tony’s statement only caused more laughter though, as his hand reached his neck, fiddling with his shirt collar even though your father had only grabbed his shoulders. Finally you spoke through the laughter, ‘I told you I was going to get you back Tony and McGee needed by dad to lay off him about the whole thing with my ex stepmother, so really I was just helping a friend’ you smiled a sickly sweet smile at him before the phone at his desk began to ring causing Tony to quickly scurry over to his desk, grabbing the phone before answering.

‘Yes boss?’ he questioned into the phone, as you high fived Tim and Ziva, ‘right away boss’, followed by him quickly grabbing his things after he put down the phone. ‘Gibbs says Abby’s matched the ballistics from the gun, wants me and Y/N to bring in the suspect.’ He stated as he continued to gather his stuff. As you listened, you quickly grabbed your bag that was sat next to Gibbs’ desk, but before you could leave Gibbs and your father returned, arguing as they walked.

‘I’ll go with DiNozzo Gibbs’ your dad argued, his gaze landing on Tony, at which point Tony swallowed.

‘No you’re not’, Gibbs deadpanned.

‘Then, I’ll go with them both’ he stated as he moved towards the pair now standing together with their bags, but not before Gibbs grabbed his shoulder directing him towards the director’s office and repeating ‘No you’re not’.

As you and Tony turned and began to walk towards the elevator, he quickly began to argue with you. ‘You know your dad is going to kill me, right?’ he questioned as you pressed the elevator button, your gaze shifting to him.

‘No he won’t’ you dismissed, ‘but he won’t trust you for a while, just like how he’s been hovering over me for weeks after you told him I was secretly sleeping with someone at your office, or like how he constantly brings up that time he found Diane and McGee together asleep. I guess it’s just time for you to get a taste of what we’ve been putting up with for years now.’ You smirked as the elevator reached your floor and you stepped inside, turning slightly as you watched Tony’s face change from looking like he was about to argue, to just giving up.

‘You know’, he turned to look at you, smirking, fully grasping your attention, ‘if you were to sleep with anyone in this office, I’d be the perfect guy. You’ve already told your dad and although he’ll keep glaring at me and probably wanting to kill me, he’d never suspect that we were actually sleeping together.’ He said, waggling his eyebrows at you as you chuckled, and he reciprocated your laughter.

As the elevator doors, reopened on the ground floor, you turned away from Tony, shaking your head slightly and rolling your eyes , before simply stating, ‘In your dreams DiNozzo’ before walking out of the elevator, not missing Tony’s whispered reply, ‘oh you bet’, before he followed you out to find your suspect.

[erinkeifer]

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕕𝕖 - ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕍

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

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Summary: On the day of your knighting, you find yourself forced to confront someone you absolutely do not want to see—at least not in Anakin's company. The presence of your Master's ex-wife at the ceremony has a hidden agenda, but whatever she aims to achieve, you want to be one step ahead.

Warnings: angst | jealousy | kissing | satisfying ending Author Note: This time, there won't be anything spicy, but let's raise the suspense a bit! We'll delve into some intrigue, but in the end, I hope the conclusion will be satisfying.

Word Count: 3k

The absence of your Padawan's braid behind your ear was a strange feeling, but even though you often complained about how it irritated you and visually ruined your best hairstyles, you held it in your hands with a hint of nostalgia. It marked the end of a very significant chapter in your life, but also the gateway to something, you hope, much better. The ceremony was beautiful and atmospheric, with surprisingly many guests—not just those you invited through your friendly droid, but also a few important senators, the Chancellor himself... And... Well, speaking of senators... You knew Padmé Amidala would show up at the ceremony—it wasn't a surprise to you. However, you consistently pushed that awareness to the back of your mind, not allowing thoughts of that 'first encounter' to trouble you. You didn't look in her direction during the ceremony—your gaze was probing Anakin, who, in turn, didn't even turn his head toward her, which buoyed your spirits. After the ceremony, you exchanged handshakes and accepted congratulations from guests alongside your Master, who proudly accompanied you throughout. Once you made sure to thank everyone for their attendance, you directed your guests to Dex's diner, reserved for you and your party that evening. "Are we not all going together?" Obi-Wan asked, standing with Anakin in the temple foyer. "Go ahead, I'll catch up with you in a moment; I just need to change into something more comfortable." you replied with a smile, gesturing to your elaborately adorned, albeit uncomfortable, outfit worn during the knighting. "Ten minutes, and we'll be toasting without you, Ma'am." Kenobi summarized, eliciting laughter from you and Skywalker, before slowly making their way toward the exit. "Um, Anakin!?" you called out while the two were still within your reach. "Yes?" Skywalker turned toward you. "Do you have the reservation confirmation with you? Just in case." you asked, and Anakin pulled a paper badge from his belt. "Better safe than sorry." he replied with a smile, to which you nodded and smiled back. With this brief exchange, you went your separate ways. .................................................................................................................. Obi-Wan and Anakin walked in silence until they entered one of the lifts in a spacious corridor. "What was that?" Kenobi suddenly asked, pulling Skywalker out of his reverie. "What do you mean, Master?" he asked, trying to figure out what had caused such a puzzled expression on Obi-Wan's face. "You didn't insult each other, neither of you called the other an idiot or showed the middle finger, and to top it off, it's the first time I've heard her call you by your first name." Kenobi clarified, crossing his arms in an 'appraising' manner. "Did I do something wrong?" Skywalker asked rhetorically. "No, but any deviation from the norm—in your case, Anakin—especially surprises me." Obi-Wan replied, maintaining his posture. "I'm just putting into practice what you taught me, Master." added Anakin, smiling proudly at Kenobi. "Should I be afraid?" asked Obi-Wan, even more bewildered, though surprised. "Who knows?" Skywalker added with a hint of irony as the lift doors began to open. The two walked through the deserted ground floor of the temple, which was a straight path to the exit. "I had something to ask you... How are you feeling?" Kenobi suddenly inquired, taking advantage of the moment. "I don't quite understand." Skywalker expressed confusion this time. "It's the first time in a very long time when, you know... the Senator is our guest. I know you've been through rough times, and..."

"Answering your question, Master... I feel better than ever." Anakin interrupted, surprising Kenobi slightly, but internally delighted because the answer to this question—especially recently—hadn't been an easy one for his apprentice. Obi-Wan regularly posed this question to him, but today, for the first time, he received a determined answer, a response he had been waiting for a long time, perhaps signaling that a painful phase in Anakin's life was finally becoming clear. "Well... So I guess we'll raise a toast for that as well today." Kenobi added after a moment of silence, and Anakin turned towards him, exchanging a subtle smile. Soon, the duo reached the exit of the temple, and before them stood the crew waiting by the doors, ready to accompany the two Generals to the diner. "Finally, so, are we ready to roll?" Rex shouted, gesturing towards Anakin and Obi-Wan. "This is where the fun begins." Skywalker whispered to Kenobi, and both with smiles, headed towards the crew. ..................................................................................................................

In the meantime, in the absence of the others, you managed to change your outfit in Anakin's quarters, where you had left your more comfortable attire the day before. Along the way, you decided to bring R2 with you, who had been on guard duty. Once you had smoothed your hair and touched up your nose for the rest of the evening, you closed the door behind you and the droid. With brisk steps, you made your way along the corridor leading to the lifts. At a certain point, you noticed that the door to one of the guest quarters was ajar, and the dead silence in the hall allowed you to hear the conversation emanating from it. Intrigued by the sound, you stopped. Perhaps you wouldn't have done so if the feminine voice coming from the room didn't sound so dramatic, and perhaps you wouldn't have done so if the room for the night didn't belong to Padmé.

"Maybe you should at least try? If you don't try, you'll never know."

"But how? I can't just approach him and say, 'Hey, let's try again.'"

"But we both know you came here today just to talk to him."

"I know... But I was hoping he'd be the one to approach me first, but he didn't even look at me."

"You can't keep thinking this way forever..."

The eavesdropped conversation ended at this point, and you couldn't steady the trembling of your hands. The overheard words made your blood boil, and you prayed just to manage to keep that feeling inside because Padmé and her handmaiden, with whom she was conversing, were just coming out of the quarters. "Oh... Hello, it's been so long..." Padmé said with a slightly surprised expression when she saw you standing a few steps in front of the door from which she emerged. For a long time, you had the habit of bowing, greeting formally and respectfully when it came to politicians - but now, you didn't even blink. "Do you happen to know if Anakin is in..." "He's not there." you replied before Padmé could finish her question, to which the woman next to her reacted with a somewhat confused expression. "Oh, I see... Were you looking for him too?" she asked, aware that not everyone had the right to enter private quarters in the Temple. "I came to get R2." you replied with a stony face, beneath which a hint of pride could be discerned, a pride that only you could feel. "Oh." Padmé let out a short sigh, tinged with a hint of uncertainty, and being sure that this was all the senator needed from you, you moved ahead. "Uh, wait, please..." even though you would rather keep going, not wanting to build such a dramatic aura around you, you stopped and turned your head toward her. "Congratulations on your new title. I always knew you were capable." You paused for a moment, hearing those words, and forced a fake smile, looking at both women. "Sure. I mean... Thank you. And now, Senator, I apologize, but I have to go. They're waiting for me." Without waiting for 'permission,' you moved away, and Padmé just nodded, slightly embarrassed, and went with her handmaiden in the opposite direction. Walking, you replayed Amidala's words in your head. Nasty lies that you wouldn't even buy as a child, because you knew well that she never cared about your development under Anakin's wing. All that concerned her was his time spent with you, the energy she claimed you were "stealing from him," and the attention she expected but never reciprocated. Jealousy mixed with fear gnawed at you from the inside – you tried to be confident, tried to think about how Anakin ignored her – but you couldn't stop entertaining dark scenarios. What if he yielded? What if he gave her a chance? What if her plan was cleverer than yours? The one you were just putting the finishing touches on in your mind because, after all this, you have to prove who's playing the first violin here. Oh, you didn't even care how dangerous it was in terms of the Jedi Code at the moment; why should it concern you now? Are you supposed to give up and not sleep peacefully? No way. ..................................................................................................................

Your little 'after-party' helped you calm down significantly. When you entered the venue, Anakin sensed your conflicting emotions, but as you sat next to each other, unnoticed by others, he subtly ran his finger along your thigh, signaling that everything was okay and you shouldn't stress. Of course, he didn't know the exact reasons for your mood, but he felt enough to help comfort you. The reception went in a truly festive atmosphere—there were 'uncle' jokes from Obi-Wan, who, after a few deep glasses, had everyone in tears of laughter, and toasts in honor of you and your master, which you lost count of after a few hours. Everyone was getting themselves together and extending their stay, led by Kenobi, whom Rex was helping to stand on two legs. However, you and Anakin decided to slip away to the temple quarters. "But promise me it's nothing scary!" you said, laughing, as you ran after Anakin to his apartment. "I promise, I promise!" Anakin replied, amused by your suspicion. Your hasty escape from the party was initiated by Anakin—he told you he had a gift for you and had been waiting for this day specifically. Throughout the journey to the temple, you kept bombarding Skywalker with questions to which he didn't want to answer because, after all, it was a surprise. "Ugh! Can you at least tell me where we're going?" you asked impatiently and breathlessly, trying to keep up with Anakin's brisk pace. "To my quarters!" he replied, winking at you. "Really? I was there before the reception, and I saw nothing..." "That means the hideout was a success." Anakin replied, maliciously picking up the pace. "Damn it!" you muttered, running after your master and catching your breath every now and then. When you reached the door and the squealing R2-D2, who was also experiencing a pace crisis today, Anakin quickly opened the door, and everyone enthusiastically stepped inside. "Okay, now just stand here and turn around... Unless I blindfold you with something." Anakin said, pointing towards the corner by the door where you were supposed to stand facing away. "Okay, I'd rather just turn around. Let's save that for another occasion." you said with a cheeky smile, which Skywalker reciprocated, and you did as he instructed, turning around and putting your hands behind your back. Anakin stepped back, ensuring that you weren't peeking. Satisfied that you were obedient, he approached one of the hidden compartments in his apartment. You heard behind you the sound of... metal? and heavy, lowering doors, but you patiently waited for the signal to turn around. "Ready?" Anakin asked, his voice filled with excitement. "Like never before." you smiled widely but still kept your eyes on the wall in front of you. "So?" Instead of giving a command, Anakin came over to you. With a gentle move, he grabbed your arms, maneuvering your body so you could turn around and see what he had prepared for you. "Congratulations, Jedi Knight." he whispered tenderly into your ear, and your eyes widened at the sight of the gift. "Is this... QT-KT?" you put your hand over your mouth, unable to believe what you were seeing. "In the flesh." Anakin replied, joyfully watching your reaction. "What did you..." you started, approaching the droid, which was slowly activating. "I tinkered with it a bit, gave it some attention, polished it a bit... Well, and I reprogrammed it just for you." Skywalker answered before you could finish your question. "Are you telling me you did this... for me? Am I to understand that this is my droid?" you asked, looking at your master with immense surprise and affection. "Yes, indeed. I've been planning it for some time and decided that today would be the right day to give you this little surprise." he replied, joyfully watching you test the functions of your new droid. Finally, you stood up from a kneeling position, and still in disbelief, you took a few steps toward the large window in the room.

"Anakin... I... I don't know what to say..." you held your head, turning to Skywalker with a broad smile. Without saying anything, Anakin came over to you and, turning you towards him, embraced you around the waist, and at that moment, your foreheads touched. "I really don't know how to thank you." you whispered, looking into his eyes, and Anakin hugged you very tightly—due to your height difference—almost lifting you off the floor. "Just... Be here... With me." hearing those words, not knowing why, you pulled away from Anakin's arm to look him in the eyes. "Do you mean... Today?" you asked, wanting to dispel your doubts. "Today..." he left a single kiss on your lips. "Tomorrow..." he kissed your lips twice. "Always." he concluded, pressing his lips to yours in a overwhelming, long kiss. Your heart pounded like a hammer hearing those words... Or rather, THAT word... Your embrace was still very strong, but suddenly you looked aside, through the glass where until now you could mostly see the beautiful, night sky of Coruscant, illuminated by many stars. Without saying anything more, you gently released yourself from Skywalker's embrace and stood by the window, collecting your scattered thoughts. Anakin's words not only ignited you from the inside, not only melted your heart, but also indicated that the time had come. The time to execute your plan. "Can I...?" turning your head to Anakin, you pointed to the open entrance to the terrace. "Sure." Skywalker smiled, gesturing as if to say 'make yourself at home.' Returning his expression, you went to the terrace, and although for the first few moments, you looked around at the starry sky, your goal was entirely different—and you had it in the palm of your hand. Anakin was still inside, clicking something with your new droid when you had a moment to look around on your own. It didn't take much for your muscles to tense with determination—your eyes landed on the guest terrace, which for the night was at Padmé's disposal, and it was none other than Amidala standing outside, leaning against the railing, watching the movements of night Coruscant. She didn't see you. Not yet. But your plan was clear and straightforward—she had to see you, and you had to act. Now or never.

"In moments like these, I truly appreciate this place... It can be genuinely beautiful here. Despite the war... the fear..." you began speaking slowly, trying to capture Anakin's attention as his slow steps approached you. He walked with his hands casually folded behind his back, a smile on his face, and you heightened your senses. You were waiting for the moment when you'd feel the gaze on you—this time not Anakin's but from the nearly adjacent terrace. Your ability to sense glances was always highly developed—you excelled in it even more than Anakin himself, so at least in this regard, you sometimes managed to protect him on the battlefield. Now, you felt somewhat like you were on a battlefield, waiting for the right moment to use it and do it in the best possible style. But to gain it, you needed to first capture attention. "Today is exceptionally beautiful here." Anakin said, gently embracing you from behind. "Because you're here." You grabbed his hands, which were tenderly spread over your stomach, and your eyes almost sparkled from the heard words. Suddenly, you decided to turn face to face with Skywalker and placed your hands on his neck. "I'll be by your side..." you whispered, watching his eyes scan every inch of your face. "As long as you want." you finished, being so close to him that you could feel his every breath on your lips. This moment was so priceless for you that you momentarily forgot about your plan, but when it returned to your mind, you once again heightened your senses. Touching Anakin's face and looking into his hungry-for-kisses eyes, you began to take small steps backward, as if you were about to lean against the fountain wall in the middle of the terrace. However, none of your movements were without purpose. Already almost leaning against the stone wall, you initiated stumbling over the flat platform separating the fountain from the rest of the space. Hitting the surface with your heel, you produced a dull sound that, you were sure, reached not only the ears of the two of you. You didn't have to lower your eyes from Anakin to know. To feel that HER gaze landed at the source. That she's already onto you. "Kiss me." you whispered to Anakin, when he, taking advantage of the new position, leaned you against the fountain wall and threw himself onto your lips in a passionate kiss. Padmé froze, not believing the sight before her eyes. Not believing that her mission failed so miserably. She watched. She watched as her ex-husband kissed you with a passion he might never have given her. She watched as you touched him as if he were yours, and he touched you as if you were his. When she almost ran inside, you smiled in the ongoing kiss, knowing that your intrigue had succeeded. You touched him as if he were yours. He touched you as if you were his. Because you were his. And he was yours.

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Something I’ll regret (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**A little angsty request. I hope you all like it ❤️❤️ **

Word count: 2583

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“Do you have any plans for today?”

“Yeah, I have to go to Bruno’s for an interview”, I tell my boyfriend Rúben while we have some breakfast. I’m not really looking forward to today but I can’t escape it either.

“Why do you have to be there for his interview?”

“It’s what the tv channel asked for”, I shrug.

I often have to be around for these types of interviews. People love it when famous people are related and I happen to be the cousin of one of Portugal’s biggest football stars. And I’m also dating another one of their stars…but we haven’t made that public yet.

“At least I get to just be there with the kids and hang out for a bit while they ask him things and I say two words. Could be worse”.

“Poor you”, he laughs.

“Well, it’s time I could spend with you instead of doing that”.

“Poor me, then”.

“I don’t have to leave just yet”, I say, giving him a wink.

                                    **

When I get to my cousin’s house, it’s his wife Ana who opens the door.

“Hi! You’re early. Come in”.

“Thanks. Are the kids back from school?”

“No, they’ll be here soon. They wanted to go play with some friends and their mum will bring them back here in a bit. I love your dress, by the way! You look stunning”.

“Thank you”, I say, blushing slightly. “Rúben bought it for me the other day, actually”.

“Take notes, Bruno!”

I can’t help but laugh when I see my cousin’s face.

“Thanks for that, Dias”, he mutters. “Ready for the interview? I told them not to ask about your personal life but you know how they are”.

“Yes, I’m ready. I guess”.

Being part of a small ballet company in Portugal doesn’t turn one famous. Having a famous boyfriend does. And when the press found out that the dancer who was dating a famous actor happened to be the cousin of a famous footballer, they just didn’t leave me alone. I went from having the most normal life to being followed by the paparazzi everywhere I went. I hated every second of it.

That relationship, thankfully, it’s over. And I promised to myself to never date someone famous again. My life was a lot simpler when no one knew who I was. But then I met Rúben when I visited Bruno after a Portugal match and…well, he made keeping that promise really hard.

At least he understands I want us to be private. 

“There they are”, says Ana.

“The kids?”

“No, the journalists”.

Time to do this then.

                                       **

“And where is your beautiful cousin?”, I hear one of the reporters ask.

“She’s over there, playing with my kids. She’s their favourite cousin”.

When I see the cameras pointing at us, I move so the kids aren’t shown too much on camera.

“Hi!”

“Hello. How is life in England?”

“It’s alright. I love being here with some of my family”.

I expect the next question to be about work. I have moved on to other projects ever since I quit dancing, but no. Of course, the next question is about the same old topic.

“Anyone you met here that makes you want to stay? You know…as in a new love?”

“She doesn’t like talking about that”, interrupts Bruno. 

“Yeah, I rather keep those things private. Sorry”.

“Of course, after what happened the last time…”.

By that, he means when my ex cheated on me and the whole country found out. Yes, that makes me want to be more private. But these people don’t get it.

“We’ll go play in the garden. Have a good rest of the interview”.

                                   **

Days later, I get to Rúben’s and find him watching Bruno’s interview.

“Why are you watching that?”

“I wanted to see you”.

“I’m right in front of you now, you can’t stop watching it”, I laugh.

“And…I also wanted to see what you were asked. You were in a bad mood after it and I was a bit worried when you didn’t want to talk about it”.

“Just the same thing they always ask”.

My mood isn’t the only one that changes after my words. I can see Rúben looking uncomfortable.

“What is it?”

“Nothing”, he says.

“Rúben, come on”.

“It’s just…I get why you want us to be private but if you said you have a boyfriend, they’ll leave you alone”.

“Are you really that naive?”

“Whatever. Whenever we talk about this, you just get all defensive”.

“Because you don’t get it, Rúben. And this wouldn’t just affect us. It could affect my cousin too”.

I know Rúben wants to say more. It’s written all over his face. But once again, he’s the one who stops before we say something we regret and just changes the topic.

A couple of hours later, while we are watching a movie, my mind goes back to our argument. I don’t think he’s right but maybe it’s worth a try. Maybe if I just say that I’m seeing someone, they’ll leave me alone. Ugh! I hate how complicated all of this has to be.

                                     **

One of the reasons why I’m staying in Manchester, apart from Rúben and my family, is that Bruno got me a small job at United. Every couple of weeks, I help the players with their recovery. They are a great bunch of guys, and there are a lot of Portuguese speakers in the team too. So overall, it’s a lot of fun and I get to earn a bit of extra cash, which is always nice. 

Their social media team likes to film little bits of the sessions to put on youtube. And for the last few, it’s become a bit of a tradition for the players to annoy me after the sessions. Those little clips are shared by all the fans. They love them. And I know it's just banter so I don’t mind. 

“Fans! Say thank you to our favourite teacher. We wouldn’t have won the Carabao Cup without her help”, says Dalot to the camera.

I just shake my head before my cousin takes Dalot’s arm off my shoulders. “Leave some space between your favourite teacher and yourself, Diogo”.

But his teammate just laughs at that comment and looks at the camera again. “Guys. He’s doing that so you all stop making up rumours about which one of us she’s dating. Captain Fernandes wouldn’t allow any of us to do it so there you go”.

I’m trying to leave when Antony joins the conversation.

“Ok, no one from United but what about the national team? Would you allow that, Bruno?”

That comment stops us from walking to look at Antony. What does he know?

Dalot, who knows about Rúben and I being together, is the first one to react. “What do you care, mate? You play for Brazil”.

“Just wondering”, he shrugs.

“He wouldn’t allow that either”, I say, leaving the room.

My reason for saying that is to avoid people looking at the Portugal team when I finally say that I have a boyfriend. But not everyone understands it that way.

                                     **

“Hello? Rúben?”

The apartment looks really dark despite not being that late, but I can hear some noise, so Rúben has to be home.

When I get closer, I realised that what I hear isn’t the tv, but the conversation I had with the boys only hours ago when I was in Carrington.

“He wouldn’t allow that either”, I hear coming out of Rúben’s phone. Of course, they added that clip to the video.

“Hey!”

“I’m trying to understand you, but I might give up”.

“What are you talking about?”

He sits up on the sofa and points at his phone.

“Are you embarrassed by me? By our relationship? Is that it?”

“What? No, Rúben. Why would I be?”

“I don’t get it. Why did you have to add that? You could have ignored that question but no, you couldn’t help it”.

“Yes, you don’t get it”, I say, tired of his accusations. “I just said it so when I say I have a boyfriend, they don’t go look at everyone my cousin knows first. That way we can stay private for longer”.

“We’ll never talk about our relationship if it was up to you. It’s one thing to be private but this is too much. I’m afraid of saying anything just so you don’t freak out. And it’s getting really boring, you know?”

“Well, it’s not as if you’re talking about your love for me every day, is it?”, I hate the bitterness of my words so much, but can’t control it.

“You don’t allow me to talk about us!”

“Is that really the reason? Or do you just don’t mention me because it’s better for you if people think you’re still single?”

I know I’ve gone too far the moment the words leave my mouth. I’m such an idiot.

“Get out”.

“Rúben, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”.

“Get out now. Before I also say something I regret”.

And knowing he’s right, I leave. Head down, ashamed and worried about having messed up what Rúben and I have.

                                     **

The only place I can go is my cousin’s. And when he opens the door and sees my face, he understands something is wrong and lets me in without asking why I’m there.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, he says when he brings me a cup of tea.

“I messed up”.

“How? And I’m assuming we talk about Rúben, right?”

“Yes”, I sigh. “He watched the video United uploaded today and didn’t like that I said you wouldn’t let me date a teammate from the national team either”.

“I’ll talk to the boys so they stop pestering you with those questions”.

“Bruno, it’s not about them. I’m the problem. I keep hurting my boyfriend because I refuse to talk about our relationship. It’s me that needs to change. No one else. I can’t hide behind other people’s actions any longer”.

“Why do you do that? Refusing to talk about it. I respect your decision but you guys have been together for a while now. I expected you to have gone public months ago. And you know I’ve supported you since the beginning, so that can’t be it”.

Why am I doing this? Fear, simple as that.

“I don’t want a repeat of last time. And if people don’t know about us, then it can’t happen”.

“I get it, but it’s not really fair to Rúben, is it?”

But before I have time to say something, little Gonçalo runs towards his dad, asking for a hug. And so my cousin has to take him back to bed and do their little routine again.

I take my phone and end up on Rúben’s Instagram profile. When I see he’s uploaded a story, I can’t help but click on it. It’s actually a link to a post in the City profile and I go see what it is about.

It turns out he did some sort of Q&A for the team. He was asked about his fitness routine, and his favourite food, …and then I realise I’m a bigger idiot than I already thought.

To the question of what he likes doing in his free time, he answered “spending time with my girlfriend”. And as if that wasn’t painful enough to hear, I go to the last one. My cousin enters the room just as I’m listening to Rúben say “who inspires me the most? My girlfriend”. 

I throw the phone away and put my hands on my face. 

“I’m an asshole”.

                                    **

Despite wanting to run to Rúben’s the moment I watched those stories, I don’t. I know he needs time to be angry at me. He has every right to be. I just hope he can forgive me. 

“When are you talking to him?”, asks Ana.

“Later. After his training. I want to give him some time to be alone”.

“Probably a good idea. He’ll be hurt after what happened”.

I volunteer to take the kids to school. I could use the distraction and they know how to cheer me up, making me sing songs on the way to school or playing games that have to be cut short because the drive there isn’t that long. But I promise them we’ll continue playing later.

When I finally go to see Rúben, I fear he might not be there. But after a second knock on the door, he opens it.

“I’m sorry”.

He doesn’t respond but leaves the door open so I can go inside.

“Rúben, I shouldn’t have said that”.

“No, you shouldn’t have”.

I sit next to him and try to hold his hand, expecting him to take it away. But he doesn’t. He lets me hold it and that small gesture gives me so much hope.

“You know what happened with my ex. The worst part wasn’t the cheating, but the fact that everyone knew. Because all the headlines and covers were about me. Me looking sad, me going out with friends despite people expecting me to be sad, …me me me. Everyone wanted to humiliate me. And I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to date anyone famous ever again”.

“I understand that”.

“I know you do. And I took advantage of you because of it. I forced you to do as I said because I knew you didn’t want to hurt me. And I was really unfair”.

“I wish I could say I disagree”.

“I get it, Rúben. And I’m sorry. So sorry. Can you try to forgive me?”

He looks up at me and I squeeze his hand harder without noticing I’m doing it. I’m really that scared of him saying he can’t forgive me. I can’t lose him.

“Only if you change. I’m happy having a private relationship but I can’t live constantly worried about saying something that uncovers the secret. I want to be able to mention you, even if I don’t say your name. This whole thing is exhausting. And…I know a part of you didn’t want us to go public because you are afraid I could do what your ex did. And while I get it, it hurts to know you think that of me”.

I try to avoid his eyes but he doesn’t allow me, holding my chin so I look at him.

“Tell me I got it wrong”.

“You didn’t”, I confess. “I would feel the same with anyone. I guess that’s what happens when you’re cheated on once. But I trust you. Really. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t. And I also wanted to protect you”.

“From what?”

“People creating drama between my cousin and you”.

“Let us worry about that, ok? We can protect ourselves well”.

I hesitantly move closer to Rúben, and when he allows me to do that, I put my arms around his waist. I missed being this close to him.

“I’ll change. I’ll stop being so worried and afraid about people knowing about us”, I tell him, meaning every single word. “And I trust you. Honestly. I won’t make you feel again like I don’t. Because you don't deserve it”.

“That’s all I needed to hear”.

“Am I forgiven?”, I ask, looking up at him and when I see him moving closer to kiss me, I can’t help but smile.

“You know I can’t stay mad at you long. And yes, you’re forgiven”.

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Shot through the Heart But You’re to Blame (You Give Love A Bad Name)

Chapter Fourteen of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: Before you can believe it, it's your wedding day. If only you could bring yourself to be as happy as Natasha and Carole seem to be. Carole is in her element, bossing around everyone in the wedding party as well as the staff and the caterers. She seems wholly occupied at the thought of giving her son a picture perfect wedding. When a wrench gets thrown in the works, it's anyone's guess as to who loses their cool.

Meanwhile, Jake is prepping for a lightning storm. It seems like the world is ending. He's lost everything he's ever fought to get. Is there one last chance fated for these estranged lovers?

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: Carole being Carole. She’s a warning in and of herself!

Word Count: 3127

A/N: Well yall, we're at chapter fourteen. This is the beginning of the end for this story, and I'm so nostalgic to think of it ending. I've been working on this story since June or July of 2023. A little over 6 months of writing and just about 4 months of posting this story and here we are. I can't believe it. I want to take this time to thank everyone who has been reading this story. You've made me so thrilled and genuinely shocked with your love and support.

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Floyd Plantation, Greeneville, Alabama - Wedding Day

The day of your wedding dawns bright and clear, with big creamy clouds floating across the sky. It’s hot and humid, static electricity making you jumpy - you wouldn’t be surprised if it rains tonight - though you hope it doesn’t rain during the ceremony. Carole would freak out if that happened. In any case, Floyd Plantation is resplendent, the grounds festooned in bunches of white, cream, and peach flowers, the chairs covered in white satin with big bows on the back. Standing in the master bedroom of Floyd Plantation you’re being poked and prodded with pins and makeup brushes. You feel rather like a doll as you stand there and let the makeup artists doll you up to Carole’s satisfaction. You can faintly hear the band setting up in the big tent for the reception and not for the first time, you wish that Carole would just shut up. She’s been drilling you about notable guests and on your answers for an interview with the press after the ceremony all day. You’re already frazzled, your nerves strung tight, and you’d really appreciate a few moments to yourself before you walk down the aisle.

“Alright, Linley, remember that Mr. Fulsom and his third wife will be here tonight. Her name is Marta,” She’s got her glasses on as she prepares to run through the list with you again.

You sigh, and continue the tirade. “I know, Carole. Don’t call her Donna or Leanne because those are ex-wives numbers one and two. That’ll cause her to start drinking, if she drinks, she’ll cause a scene, and we need Mr.Fulsom on the Bradshaw side because he is one of the best political supporters on the East Coast and he will be instrumental to Bradley’s career.”

“Well, it looks like you’re ready.” She turns to the poor beleaguered make-up artists hovering on either side of you. “Is there anything you can do with contouring? All of this time in Alabama and she looks tireder and flabbier than ever. It must be all the fried food you get around here. Anyone would think salads aren’t an item you can eat, looking at her.”

You can’t even summon up the energy for an eye roll as she waltzes back out of the suite, her heels clacking loudly against the tiles. The titters of the makeup artists as they attack your face with vigor again doesn’t help your mood or the way your stomach cramps with nerves.

Jake’s Yellow House, Pigeon Creek, Alabama - Wedding Day

In the years since his marriage fell apart, Jake’s been able to sniff out lightning storms like none other. It’s like he can taste the electricity in the air, and feel it in the summer breeze. At least the scent of electricity on the breeze diverts his thoughts from the event happening in Greeneville tonight. He’d been invited, sure, but Jake Seresin’s not sure he’ll be able to sit in the audience in a monkey suit and hear a preacher ask if anyone objects to the nuptials - not without screaming, “I object!” at the top of his lungs. It’s why he’s pacing back and forth in front of his house as the sun sinks languidly below the horizon.

Eventually, the nervous energy singing in his veins isn’t placated by pacing, so he pulls on his heavy work gloves and starts loading up his truck for a night out on the beach. If he can’t see the love of his life, if he can’t stop her from getting married to another man, he might as well make a few more lightning-glass sculptures. Jake’s just loaded up the first set of heavy metal beams into the bed of his truck when a pickup truck rolls up the driveway. Unsurprisingly, it’s his Mama stepping out of the truck. He hasn’t seen the look on his mom’s face in years, not since he decided to give up on his dreams for Linley and the baby they were expecting. The disappointment on her face, then and now, stings more than he ever expects it to. 

“Hi.” She’s wearing one of her fancy church dresses, like she’s heading up to Floyd Plantation to say goodbye to her daughter forever. Amelia’s lounging in the front seat looking positively miserable in a pink frock, and Jake would smile at her dismay if he didn’t feel just as miserable as his little sister. “There’s a wedding going on.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard mention of it a time or two.” He can’t look at his mom or his sister. He can’t bear to see the pity and righteous anger in their eyes. Though, it is a balm to his soul that the anger is on his behalf.

“I sure hope this weather cooperates.” A lick of cooler wind brushes across his face, damp as it rustles through the trees.

“It’s supposed to be a big one, tonight.” The lightning rods clank satisfyingly as he chucks them into the truck piece by piece.

“You know, Jake…” That tone of voice is something Jake’s been trained to pay attention to since he was very little. He grabs the last of the rods and his toolbox as his mama picks up his sleeping bag. “You're my only son and I love you, but sometimes, you are too much like your daddy.”

There’s naked pain in his voice as he finally responds. “She made her decision, Mama.”

“You know, for somebody who’s been holding on to something so hard, you’re pretty quick to let it go.” But has he been quick to let her go? Jake Seresin has been in love with Linley Mitchell since he was ten years old. He’s been holding out hope that she’ll come back from New York for the better part of seven years, taking the time to make something of himself so she’ll finally like the man she sees enough to stay. He’s been hoping and praying. But what can he do when the person he’s been praying for doesn’t want him at all? It feels like there is only one decision he can make. All he can do is step back and hope that she’ll be happy, even if its not with him.

“You know, I can't control her any more than I can control the weather.” So as he latches the tailgate back up and gets into the cab, he hopes that Linley is happy, incandescently unbelievably happy with Bradley Bradshaw. He leaves his Mama and sister in the dust as he pulls away, the sad look on his face mirroring the ones on theirs.

Floyd Plantation, Greeneville, Alabama - Minutes before the wedding

Natasha’s fingers are deft and gentle as she carefully buttons up each of the miniscule buttons at the back of your dress. Your hair and makeup are perfect, you’re wearing your new blue earrings and you should be ready to go. You’ve got the old, the new, the borrowed and the blue, but you can’t recognize the woman you see in the mirror.

“It’s just nerves, Linley.” Natasha’s quick to reassure you. “You’re doing the right thing.”

“Am I?” You turn your head back and forth, gaze caught on prisms of light cast by the blue glass earring you’re wearing. 

“He can give you the life we dreamed about when we were penniless and living in the dorms at FIT off of instant noodles and our dreams of success.” She’s resplendent in a periwinkle blue gown, her short bob styled into a sleek cap which makes her look effortlessly stylish and elegant. 

“And he adores you, doesn’t he?” You bend obligingly as she arranges your grandmother’s veil over your head, extra careful with the aged fabric as she pins it into place.

“He does, doesn’t he?” Your heart feels like it’s ripping itself into pieces and you’re not going to think about why. You made your choices. Bradley Bradshaw chose you and he adores you. He even says he loves you. You’re not sure you believe it, but affection should get you halfway there at least, right?

As the music plays out across the assembled guests in their finery, you feel electricity in the wind as you take your father’s arm. Natasha proceeds down the aisle in front of you, her pace stately even as thunder rumbles ominously over your head. The audience stands on cue as Wagner’s Bridal Chorus is tunefully played by the orchestra Carole and Bradley hired fpr your wedding. The sky is dark and the breeze is chilly enough to have goosebumps rise along your bare arms and a shiver trailing down your spine. The photographers are clicking away, and Bradley is looking gorgeous in his fitted black tuxedo at the end of the aisle. He’s got a fond, sweet smile on his face at the sight of you. To the audience members, he looks like a man in love. But to you, he looks just a little fake, just a little tired. There isn’t love in his eyes as he looks at you, but pride and satisfaction. What’s the likelihoods that your dad will block Bradley from running after you if you turn tail and book it to his truck?

But that thought comes too late. You’re just about to take Bradley’s hand in front of the minister when the shouting of your nom de plume rings out over the hushed audience. It’s a sharply dressed African American man, and you recognize him seconds before two of the guards Carole hired deck him. 

“Mr. Fitch?” You’re shocked as you tread back down the aisle as fast as your cumbersome dress and heels will allow you. 

“Get your hands off me!” He’s fighting off the guards as much as he’s able to.

You can feel Bradley coming up behind you as you finally find the words and demand, “Wait! Let him go!”

“Linley?” You can hear the confusion in Bradley’s voice as Mr. Fitch straightens his creased suit as much as he can and walks towards you. “Miss Floyd, you are one hard woman to get in touch with.” His voice rings commandingly through the crowd. 

“Mr. Fitch. He signed the papers. What are you doing here?” It seems like everyone is watching your every mood as you hiss the words out. You’re not sure why he’s here at all.

“He did … you didn’t.” At least Mr. Fitch finally seems to realize he has an audience too, because his voice is just as hushes as yours is. 

“What?” Sure enough when he pulls the papers out and shows you the signature tabs, Jake’s signature is in bold ink scrawled across the page, but the tab where you should have signed is empty. You could have sworn you’d signed at least one of the copies before you made your frenzied trip to the post office that morning. But you can’t remember. You’d been completely drugged by the scent of Jake on your skin, by the ghostly feeling of his hands and then also still hungover to boot. “You mean I’m still married?”

You just see the joy on Penny and Amelia’s faces as Mr. Fitch says, “Well, only if you want to be.”

“Oh, for God’s sakes, Linley! I thought you took care of this.” Just when you’re starting to finally feel joy in what should be one of the most joyful days of your life, it is your fiancé’s voice which plummets your mood. Bradley sounds disappointed, even if his face doesn’t reveal it.

“It was an honest mistake, Bradley.” You’re not sure he believes you.

“Well, then, can we fix it before we all get soaked?” Carole’s domineering and nasal voice rings out over the assembled company.

“Does anybody have a pen?” Your voice is thin as you ask that question, and it gratifies you that most of the audience so obligingly searches for a pen in their belongings. Bradley even tries to ask Carole, but her scoff makes your eyes roll just a little even as you search for a pen yourself.

It’s Penny Benjamin, the only mother you’ve ever know who pulls a pen out.

“Darling,” Her voice is soft and filled with as much love as you’ve ever heard. “These things don’t just happen, you know.”

With the pen in hand, you’re filled with so much confusion. All of a sudden you’re seeing Jake and Bradley side by side in front of your eyes. Mr. Fitch is looking at you with the same sympathy you can see in Penny’s face. Every glance you take of Bradley shows him silently urging you to sign the papers. But you can’t. At the moment, you’re not sure why you agreed to marry Bradley anymore. He’s gorgeous, sweet, funny and kind, but he’s so buttoned up all the time, so sure of what he needs to do to succeed. In comparison to him, you’re something of a mess. You couldn’t be organized if you try, and forget it if an idea sparks in your brain. You’d happily give up food, sleep, and hygiene if your ideas manage to make their way onto pages first and then fabric in turn shortly after. It’s a trait of yours Bradley has always hated. But he’s never realized how much of you that is. 

In contrast, you remember what Jake used to act like when you got in that mood. He never minded, carefully coaxing you to eat, to sleep, picking his moments to break your concentration. In truth, that’s probably why you and Jake are kindred spirits. He used to get the same way before big football games, practicing until his muscles gave out and he’d collapse. A part of you wonders if he is the same way with his glasswork. You have a sneaking suspicion he is, and if the bags under his eyes when you saw him at the opening for Deep South Glass, your suspicion would be correct. There was also the matter of how thin and sad he’d looked. Your hand with the pen hovers over the papers. You try to sign the papers the way Bradley and Carole so want you to. But each attempt at putting pen to paper is ultimately unsuccessful. There is something like resignation in Bradley’s face when you put the pen down for the final time and walk toward him.

“Bradley?” He looks oddly surprised that you’re talking to him right now. “You don’t want to marry me.”

“I don’t?” His voice is still light and polite.

“No.” You’re nearly besides yourself in comparison to the cool look in his eyes. “No, you don’t. Not really.” Your throat is tight and your head is spinning as you carefully try to think of words to tell Bradley the truth without breaking his heart. 

“You see, the truth is, I gave my heart away a long time ago.” There’s a sob building in your throat as you say the words because you can see Bradley’s heart break the more you say. You fell in love with Bradley Bradshaw a long time ago because of his big heart. “My whole heart and I never really got it back.”

“I don’t even know what else to say, but I’m sorry.” You sniffle as you hand the ring, the beautiful Tiffany ring back to him. “I can’t marry you, and you shouldn’t want to marry me.”

“Wow.” Of everything you’d expect the man you’re leaving at the altar to say, “Wow” is not something you’d have expected. “So this is what this feels like.”

You chuckle despite your tears, because something tells you that Bradley is going to be just fine after this botched wedding.

“That’s it?!” Carole’s screech nearly takes your eardrums out; it is that high pitched. “You’re just going to let her humiliate you with some bullshit about an old husband?” If there was a member of your collective friends and family who were unaware of what was happening, well, there isn’t a hope of that now.

“Yeah, mom. I think I am.” Bradley smiles softly at you, kisses your knuckles and walks away, murmuring ‘Excuse Me’ to the guests as he does. You think there is a pep to his step as he strides away, and he looks lighter, happier.

“Well, in my entire life, I have never met anyone so manipulative, so deceitful! And I’m in politics!” There’s something menacing in Carole Bradshaw’s voice and tone as she marches closer to you. 

“I -” You’re more than a little discomfitted. “I’m just trying to be honest, Carole. Your son deserves that.”

“I will not allow the future President of the United States to be dumped at the altar by some psycho Daisy Mae! You go after him now, you little bitch!” Well, at least she’s showing her true colors now. The guests gasp the moment she starts cursing you out, and surprisingly, Penny and your dad step up in front of you like a physical shield at your ex-fiancé’s mother’s vitriol.

“Wait just a minute. There’s no need for name-calling, now.” Penny is angry, her placid demeanor melting into the mien of a mama bear out for blood as she glares at the Mayor of New York like she’s an unruly bar patron.

“My daughter spoke her piece and that’s all there is to it, Carole.” That it’s your dad who defends you just seems to have made Carole angrier. But she seems to realize that she can’t attack Maverick Mitchell on his home turf. Instead she turns back to Penny in her simple black dress and growls, “Oh, go back to your double-wide and fry something!”

That’s about when you’ve had enough of the almighty righteousness of Carole Bradshaw. You take one step forward, square up your hips like your daddy taught you how to years ago and take one almighty swing. Your fist makes contact satisfyingly with the bridge of the nose she’s always proclaimed is perfect with a thwack and a very satisfying crunch. She looks dazed as she lands on the soft grass. Her nose may be bleeding just a little, and that makes you grin vindictively.

“Nobody talks to my mama like that!” Beau Simpson is there to help prop her up, but you could care less about the crazed Mayor of New York. Nat giggles as you hand her your bouquet and you smile softly at your dad as he hands you his truck keys. At the moment, the rain lets loose, deluging the pretty flowers and satin chairs and beautifully dressed people in moments.

“Hey y’all! If you're friends of the bride, stick around!” Your proclamation is filled with whoops of glee from all the people you love in Pigeon Creek. “I’m going to go find me a groom!”

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[the-offside-rule]

Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal) - Isn't It Strange?

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Reader and Martin used to die but they broke up and now she is the bridesmaid of his bride. Really sad stuff plz

Warnings: really sad stuff ig (update while writing; a bitch cried; it is me: I am a bitch)

Y/n paced the hall, looking at the door every few seconds. What was taking him so long. His bride to be had sent Y/n to go check on Martin to see when he was leaving for the ceremony but yhe groomsmen insisted that she wait until he finishes getting ready. After what felt like a lifetime, the door opened and there stood Erling, towering over her with a smile on his face. "You sure you're not getting married to him?" Erling joked as she walked in. "Luckily for myself, no. Now where is-" She stopped and looked over to an add-on part of the room to see Martin stood fixing his jacket. It finally began to settle in for Y/n; Martin was getting married. The kid she had known for years was finally getting married. He looked back to her through the mirror and grinned.

"Y/n. Everything okay?" Martin asked, checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah. I'm fine. Your bride just wants to know when you're leaving." Y/n said, walking towards him. "Soon. I just can't seen to centre this stupid tie." Martin replied, clearly frustrated. "Did your dad not teach you how to tie a tie?" She joked. "No, he did, I just don't do them myself anymore. My stylist does." Y/n chuckled and stood in front of him. "That's how you know you've made it. You get your own stylist." Martin smiled as Y/n reached to the tie and began fixing it herself. "I don't think my bride would appreciate my ex sorting out my tie and not my groomsmen." He said. Bow did they date? Yes, they did. From the age of thirteen until twenty. She remembers it so vividly.

Y/n and Martin lay in one another's arms as the TV played. Y/n took a sharp breath in and turned to Martin. So.ething had changed about him. Maybe it was the football, maybe it was something more personal, but something had changed and it had been a slow but noticeable change. For Martin, it was the exact same. Maybe it was the fact she matured more since she started university, but something changed. It was strange for the two of them to lie, embracing eachother, yet, the only thing they had in common was the urge to take a break from their relationship. Y/n was taken from her trance as Martin took the control and muted the TV, before he sat up and smiled gently at her. "Y/n, I think we should talk."

"In your defense, they can't tie a tie either. Two of them are wearing the clip on ties and the rest are all horrible." Y/n said. Martin's lips formed into a thin line as he looked over to his groomsmen in a separate room, laughing along with one another as they sipped at their prosecco. "She could understand." Martin smiled. Y/n hummed in response and got to work. It was quiet between them, too quiet for Martin's liking. He looked around, not wanting to look down at Y/n. His wife-to-be knew about their past, but both Martin and Y/n assured her, they remained friends because they had been friends before they dated and had remained friends after their breakup. At the time, it was a lie. Martin still liked Y/n.

She seemed to be just like her old self but she had been talking to a new guy around that time so to prove to himself, and moreso Y/n, that he moved on, he met his now bride. It went on to become the worst decision of his life because as he continued his relationship, Y/n ultimately decided to remain single for a reason he never knew. Their friendgroup would go out and Y/n would have men all around her and buying her drinks, yet she never picked one up.

Y/n talked to the new guy to disctract herself more than anything else. When Martin had told Y/n about this new girl he started dating, Y/n felt her heart break more than it already had.

"Remember when we were like six?" Martin asked, fixating on her focused expression. "We had a pretend wedding? That was fun. Remember?" He asked again. "Martin. I'm trying to fix your tie. Just hold still." She said harshly. Martin's smile vanished and he looked ahead. A silence fell upon them. Both sat thinking the same thing in that moment.

What is he doing?

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't- I shouldn't bring up us." Martin mumbled. "No, you shouldn't. Not while you're bride to be is currently adding the finishing touches to her dress." Y/n replied. Martin cleared his throat and sighed. "But-" Y/n paused. "I do remember." Martin looked down through hooded eyelids. "I remember you took your father's nicest coat from the hanger and I took my mother's new summer dress and pretty pink shoes." Y/n continued. "And I picked flowers from my mother's garden." Martin chuckled. "And since you picked flowers from your garden and so did I, we mixed them together." She looks up to meet his blue eyes. Her knees nearly gave out. He was breathtaking. It physically pained her that they just didn't work out. It wasnt the distance, it wasn't that there was no love, it just didn't work out. "We got in a lot of trouble over that wedding." Y/n said lowly. "Well, hopefully this wedding doesn't get us in as much trouble." Martin said. "It's not me you're marrying. You should be fine." Y/n wore a smile lined with hurt. Martin's smile slouched for a moment. "Well-" He took a deep breath in. "That is a slight change."

"Y/n? The bride is looking for you." One of the groomsmen said. Funnily enough, the pair didn't stop looking at eachother for a single moment. They just stared at eachother like it would be the last time they saw eachother. "I suppose I should go." Y/n mumbled. "Maybe." He replied. He moved forward and put his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into an embrace. Y/n hesitates, but wraps her arms around his torso and sighs, breathing in the cologne he had sprayed on the grey fabric of his suit. "You look beautiful by the way." Martin whispered. "And you look pretty." Y/n replied, closing her eyes as she savoured the last few moments of their embrace.

Martin let go regretfully and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'll let you head back now." He said. Y/n nodded and smiled gently. "Good luck, Martin." She said. Y/n reached up and caressed his face. "Don't let her go. No matter what. She's a good girl." He chuckled and looked to the ground. "I already let go of one good girl, how stupid must I be to do it again?" There went the heartstrings bring played like an old harp. "I'll see you later, yeah?" Martin nodded and watched as Y/n turned and left as quick as she came.

He looked back to the mirror and examined his perfect tie. He began thinking of all the good times he shared with Y/n. It was strange. They started as strangers in a classroom, then friends, then lovers and now just friends. That last part killed him. Because if there were other timelines, or if he could change this current timelines, he'd hoped that he would have met her at the altar that day and not the woman he was actually marrying.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Request: Inigo Dragonov scenario where we (his darling) didn’t cave into remarrying him. (I guess this is like an alternative timeline from the original storyline). He was thinking about bankrupting our family, so aside from that, what if we also didn’t want to remarry him because we found a new lover (that even his private investigators didn’t know about). And to make it even more soap opera drama like, our new man is Inigo’s old university rival (who’s still also his company’s rival). I’m sorry…I just love these tropes/cliches. What makes it even ❤️provokingly❤️ worse is if his rival were just to see Inigo across the street one day on an outing with us and our twin babies…and just kiss the babes while pulling us into an embrace…all while keeping a long deadlock stare with Inigo. Like DUSKGSJOSLHWJJJWJ!!!!!!!!! Unleash Inigo’s full yandere potential after being forced to witness this!

Yandere! CEO! Arranged! Ex-husband x AFAB! Ex-wife! Reader

WHAT IF: You refused to marry him?

Ooh anon, you're the worst (lovingly). You really want Iñigo to suffer huh?

Once more, I'm delving into Iñigo's lore because fun fact, Rowan may be my first yandere OC, but Iñigo had a whole novel just exploring him and his actual partner, Ykaidi! (I unpublished it on Wattpad though, it's so cringe lol. Also, there's so much stuff I changed so technically, the original timeline IS an au in itself) So this will be a good creative exercise to explore his personality more.

He's one traumatized bitch.

No?

Did you really say no?

Iñigo scoffed before tilting his head to the side, a bit bewildered.

"This..."

Words died down in his throat as he saw your resolute face.

"A-are you sure you don't want to marry me? I told you that the children needs a father figure in their life."

He somehow got a bad feeling about this. And that proved right as you gave him a soft smirk.

"They do, actually. It's not you though."

Iñigo felt his blood run cold.

His ears started to ring from the shock he received.

"You..." You have another man? That was not... Him?

How could that possibly be?! He always made sure that his private investigators would know each and every single one of the people that you spoke to back in New Zealand.

He should rethink his choices right now.

"But, Elise and Elliot needs their biological father. I am their bio father!" Iñigo yelled, his jaw ticking. But you only rolled your eyes.

"Did you think I would take into account on going back to you?!" You screamed, marching up to him and pushing him back. Your heart squeezed in pain as it pumped to accomodate the anger rising inside of you. "You neglected me. Insulted me in ways I don't even hear from my parents!"

You stomped one step, as if crushing his heart in pieces.

"Why would I come back to you?" Your voice, crackled with the pent up anger, gave a raw, intense tone of rage that echoed your beating heart. "You must think I'm stupid if I'll run to you."

Iñigo's vision swam, breathing heavily as he felt small, pressured....

Intimidated.

He never took account of you moving on and hating him to the point of getting another man. But you did. You did what he thought was impossible.

"Sweetheart... Please..." His tone was getting desperate, clawing at the seams to make sure he won't burst from the emotions he's feeling.

Iñigo is an emotional man. Yes, he may seem cold hearted and reserved, but when it comes to you, it's different.

His hand trembled, wanting to grab your hand to rest upon his cheeks and place a shackle on it.

"I'm going." You whispered before walking out of him.

~~~Two weeks later~~~

It's been hell in Iñigo's company. He's working his employees like dogs to create the best fashion company out there.

Whatever that means.

But all he knows he needs to outrank the Smith's when it comes to the Fashion influence across the world.

He needs to outrank you.

He needs to be more popular.

More rich.

More influential.

He drank another coffee, letting the coffee dribble down his chin and onto the hardwood table.

"Indigo, I think you need to take a break." Oliver said, using the nickname he's been using since he was a child. Iñigo looked up and saw Oliver holding up a mirror, reflecting how bad Iñigo looked.

"Wow, way too drive the nail further. Fuckhead." Iñigo glared at Oliver before shaking his head and standing up. "Alright. I'll go for a walk, Livi."

Iñigo went to the bathroom, fixing his appearance, shaving a bit, and adding light makeup to his face, just to hide the circles on his eyes.

Damn, he even knew how to apply makeup just to impress you, the fashion icon you are.

His tongue stung, remembering when he called you frumpy.

He got down through the elevators and walked towards the park. His steps heavy and straightforward. He ignored the stares he got, some shocked, some flirty, but he didn't mind them.

Because once he looked up to cross the street, his eyes widened seeing you and...

"Steven..?"

Steven. He knows him so well.

He's an academic rival back then in highschool and college, and now a business rival too.

He also can't believe he's now a love rival also?

Iñigo always remained victorious between them, with Steven simmering in second place.

But Steven only laughs, rolls his eyes and moves on.

He hated that part of him.

But now, it seems that Steven is leading in one aspect.

And it's you.

Steven looked around, sightseeing before landing on Iñigo.

Both froze, unsure of what to do.

But this time, Steven smirked and pulled you close, kissing your temple lovingly then scooping Elise and Elliot into his arms, laughing as they giggled in Glee.

People awed at the sight, seeing this "father" play with his children and being openly affectionate with his "wife."

The perfect family.

Iñigo feels like he's looking into the spotlight, looking into a pedestal that looked too far from his reach.

He wanted to break the hands that affectionately caressed your hips, to tear the lips that kissed your temple, to break the ankles that dared walk up to you.

He felt something crack inside him.

Sure, he won't use violence.

On you.

But, the prospect of Steven dying in his arms, torturing him for hours sounds delightful.

He finally snapped.

He's not afraid of blood, nor guts nor any of that gorey stuff.

He got his yandere side from his biological father after all, not Allastor. It was never Allastor, after all, he's a really sweet man.

He could never spawn a devil in hiding.

And, as Iñigo walk away to buy the necessary items to torture Steven, he smirked.

"Business be damned. I'm taking what's mine."

[handma1denofvenus]

A Little About Me

Name: Shae

Pronouns: She/They (gender-fluid)(more feminine than a man, more masculine than a woman, as the gays say)

Sexuality: Bi/Pan

Age: 23

Height: 5'6"

Hw: 245 lbs

Cw: 223 lbs

Lw: 191 lbs

Gw: 180 lbs

Ugw: 150 lbs

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I write A LOT, have been writing since I was 11. Obvs nothing good, especially back then 😌💅 but I like to think I've gotten better. I still write on WATTPAD even tho that bitch is long dead (@handmaidenofvenus and @venus-in-fleurs)

Really into music, cosmetics, being the coolest bitch around, being the gayest bitch around, and also F A SH ION. I'm really into looking like the most flamboyant slay in this buttfuck nowhere-ville yeehaw ass town.

Enjoy shows like project runway, rupauls drag race, drag race all stars, scream queens, community, the bold type, sex and the city, Derry Girls, Kath and Kim, the Inbetweeners, Sex Education???

Enjoy music like 5 seconds of summer, the Aquadolls, girl in red, BEATRICE ELI, hozier, Doja cat, Kendrick Lamar, Lana Del Rey, Lorde !!!!

Enjoy movies like Harold and Maude, Sucker Punch (hella thinspo btw and also badass bitches), Chicago, Silver Linings Playbook, Venus in Fur, Queen of the Damned, Trainspotting, Gentlemen Orefer Blondes, etc etc etc!!!

Enjoy books like Venus in Furs by Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch, Ex-Wife by Ursula Parrott, Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger, The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall, American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis!!!

The TEA:

I recovered like??? A year-ish or a year and a half-ish ago cuz I met my long distance boyfriend and I was really happy. Ofc I still struggled with the fact I gained weight but he made me feel like he didn't mind. But since almost getting back to my start weight, I've realized I don't WANT to be that fat girl anymore. And I don't want him to have to pity date me. I want him to ACTUALLY be attracted to me, not just deal with my fat cuz he has no choice.

Also I'm seeing him again in 3 weeks and I've gained 10 pounds since I saw him last (6 months ago) and I seriously can't deal with his disappointment. I want him to get rock hard when he sees me. Really regret being so happy that I thought recovery was what I wanted.

Currently doing OMAD fasts!!!! And walking and exercising!!! As much as my fat body will allow me ofc, but I'm hoping to lose A LITTLE weight before i see him at least.

[roadtogracelandx45]

Courage Under Fire |Pre War 3| Band of Brothers

some how I missed posting this. opps.

master list

part 2

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@marycorleone

Pre War Three 

Dec. 1941

Bill looked up when he heard the slamming of the front door that led to the Stewart house, Olivia had just stormed out of the house and was going down the short flight of steps. 

"Hey Doll, what's wrong?" he asked, pulling himself away from the small group of friends that he was with playing dice. 

"My fucking mother is what happened." She cursed, patting the pockets of her skirt for her pack of smokes, cursing again when she didn't find them. 

Amused about how flustered she was, Bill pulled his own pack out and held it out to her.

"Thanks." She muttered as she took it from him. 'She comes in and is acting like she runs the whole goddamn place. Overrides Andie."

Katherine McHale was James Stewart's ex-wife and the mother of the twins, Marla and their 5 older brothers and a woman who hated that she birthed two girls and took her anger out on Olivia who was the favorite from the time she was born.

"What is she even doing here?" He asked shrugging off his coat to put it over her shoulders, if there was one thing about Olivia that he would always remember was that she always hated the cold weather. And Philly got to be freezing compared to Charleston. 

"Mine and Bobby's 18th birthday, she thinks that because 18 years ago she had to get cut open to have us, she deserves a party too."

Bill was all too familiar with Katherine McHale, she came once or twice a year to see the kids with whatever man she was with at the time. And she always raised a fuss wherever she went. Olivia's hair wasn't done in the right style, the clothes she was wearing were too raggedy. She was too much like a tomboy, she shouldn't be chasing after her brothers or Bill and his brothers. She wasn't the perfect version of the southern belle that Katherine had envisioned.

And Katherine hated it.

"She is sleeping with Marla and me too. We have to say the rosary every night and in the morning." 

Bill couldn't help himself. He started laughing, she sounded so defeated and angry that it was almost funny.

"It's not funny Bill! She is sleeping in my bed with me! Do you know how uncomfortable that is?" She questioned as she finally lit the smoke she had in her hand, "She read my diary! While we were at school. She knows everything."  

"Everything?" Bill paused in lighting his own smoke surprised, he knew that both Stewart girls and James kept journals and recorded everything in them.

"Mhmm," She hummed through an exhale of smoke, "She threatened to send me to the convent that Aunt Cissy is thinking about joining because I lost my virginity." 

 "You what?" He was surprised and hurt that she actually did that, especially after it being such a hot-button topic for them and the whole reason why he ended up cheating on her with Evie.

"Yeah, after the deb ball." She answered, her eyes focused down the street to the mail truck that was slowly making its way down the street. From what he had been told about the party from not only Olivia but Robert who went as one of the other girls' escorts there had been a lot of drinking before, during, and after the party, and well into the morning hours. 

"Don't look at me like that Billy, it just happened." She didn't feel like she had to explain herself to him, sure, they had done everything but the deed when they were together. And she felt guilty about it but she couldn't bring herself to do it. They had tried, twice, but nothing ever came of it but frustration on Bill's part. 

"You can't really be mad about it. You slept with Evie numerous times. You made your choice and I made my own. We are both our own people." 

"I know," he admitted as she slid closer to his body for his heat, he knew there was time she wanted to forgive him and take him back then he would make the same mistake with Evie and set them back to square one. 

A place that Olivia and Evie could never get past.

Mostly out of hurt on the former's part. 

It was a vicious merry-go-round that never stopped. 

They fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the shouts of laughter and curses from the boy down the street playing dice and the quieter laughter and conversations from the older men including their fathers.  Bill almost felt at peace with her leaning against his side, humming softly. It almost felt right for them to be like this. 

"Olivia Franklin!" Katherine exclaimed coming out of the house startling them out of their peaceful moment and for those playing the dice game down the street to stop and look. 

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like Katherine?" She sassed in return, "I am smoking. I am not fucking."

 Bill turned his head so it was buried in her hair to cover up his laughter. Sometimes she was so serious that everyone forgot that she was just a girl. 

"Olivia, who taught you how to talk like that?" Katherine put her hand on her heart trying to settle her rapidly beating heart. She held her free hand out to tick off names, "Uncle Finn, Grandpa, Great Grandpa, Great Great Grandpa, Great Grandma. My brothers."

  "Me." Bill laughed, "Henry."

"Papa G." She added with her own laugh, but with Bill's dad, it was Italian curse words, words that Bill never really picked up. 

 "Basically anyone really," Bobby added, he had come down the street with a stack of mail. He held out a smaller stack that included a small box to his twin who grinned. "You definitely made an admirer out of Nix. And his family. I am sure if he wasn't getting married on the 18th, there would be a formal engagement proposal in that stack of letters."

 His eyes went to Bill who was glowering with anger and jealousy. There had been several times in the past few months when Olivia went out with one of the other boys in their class where he had reacted the same way. Bill was very set in the mindset that Olivia was his and his alone. And her dating was messing stuff up for him. 

"I am going to go inside and read these." She said before handing the unfinished smoke to Bobby and going back into the house. 

"Nix as in Lewis Nixon? Helen's cousin?" Katherine asked, blocking her path back into the house.

"Yes. Lewis Nixon. Who is getting married in a few weeks. That I will never marry." Olivia was firm on that, she cared for Lewis and he cared for and loved spoiling her but they were both holding out for that great love.

And they knew they weren't it for each other.

 "Great guy, though, great in bed." She smirked before pushing past her mother and into the house. Her twin's laughter followed her as she shut the door and went up the stairs.

 "Katherine, just let her go." James Sr, the twins' father said having come down the street, worried that his ex-wife was going to slap his daughter again. 

"Did you hear what she said to me?" 

"I did but as of Sunday she is an adult and she can say and do what she wants."

James had always raised his daughters to be equal to his sons and she would have the same chances at least within their family if not the real world. He knew that she had dreamed of going to get her nursing degree but they couldn't afford it so she was going to settle for volunteering at the VA hospital in hopes they would hire her into their program. 

They were all too proud to take the money from Fredrick, who had been extremely adamant that a chunk of money be left to Olivia, Robert, and Marla. And that money can be used for school or weddings. 

"Do you know," Katherine spat, "that she is having premarital sex?"

James had put two and two together after the deb that he went down for, and honestly, he couldn't get mad at her for doing the same thing that her brothers had done.

"Yes, as long as she doesn't end up pregnant before she is married, it's fine." 

"I knew I should’ve raised them. She wouldn't be doing this."

"No, she would just be dead and buried in the Stewart family cemetery." Robert spat as Bill slipped past them into the house to go check on her. 

Thankfully Marla took the younger kids to the park and weren't home yet and were out of the line of fire for Katherine. 

"You don't know that Robert."

"Yes! I do! If it wouldn't have been for Lewis stepping in, you would have killed her last summer."

"That isn't true!" 

**

Bill knocked on Olivia's bedroom door once and slipped into the room just in time to see the window close. 

"You good?"

 "Fine." She returned, shrugging off his coat and holding it out to him. 

He took steps to take it back from her but instead pulled her to him, dropping the coat to the ground. 

"Bill? What're you doing?" He shook his head and pressed his lips against hers.

Finally, he kissed her like he had wanted to since she came back from Charleston.

  "We can't do this." She muttered putting her hands on his chest to push away from him.

 "Who is going to stop us babe?" She chewed on her bottom lip in thought before raising herself up on her toes and kissing him again letting him pull her in closer to him. 

Maybe she needed to stop being so straight-laced and doing things for herself. 

She had always followed the rules and was a good daughter, sister, and friend, and looked at where that got her. 

A whole lot of nowhere and hurt. 

And it was time to not be like that anymore.

***

December  7th, 1941 

South Philly 

"You are so going to hell." Marla teased her sister who came out of the confessional booth, her cheeks flushed, a smirk playing on the corner of her mouth. 

"So? Adam and Eve did the same thing. If God didn't want us to do stuff like this then he wouldn't have created man and woman or given us temptation."

The younger Stewart sister laughed and looped their elbows together, ever since this thing with Bill started, her sister became a new Olivia, one that she enjoyed. 

It was a mix of the old Olivia and the one from Charleston, so they were getting the best of both worlds.

"Did Bill say anything about what he wanted to do tonight with you and Bobby?" She asked, they were the last two to leave the church. 

Bobby had fled the first chance he got, followed quickly by their brother Lee and his pregnant wife.

 Their father had stayed home with the other grandkids who were too young to attend a full two-hour-long mass and he was using the twins' birthday party that night as another excuse to not attend church. 

Their stepmother Andie was teaching a Sunday school class so it would just be them. 

"No, he had to go right to the factory for work." She said, "He was going to try and get Bobby on too." 

"Daddy won't like that." the younger girl mused as they started down the street towards the house, "he doesn't even like you going down to the VA hospital." 

"I know he doesn't but that's the only way I can get into the nursing program. If I get picked.”

'You could just join the Red Cross."

"Shut your mouth Marla Elizabeth. You know what Great-Great Pawpaw would do if he knew his precious "Liddy" was in the Red Cross." Olivia personally thought there was nothing wrong with the Red Cross but her great-great-grandfather and in turn great grandfather had issues with it.  

"Just a suggestion." The younger girl shrugged before pausing by the corner store that had the news playing, "The Japanese have bombed Pearl Harbor." 

 "What did they just say?" One of the other girls that was passing asked stopping dead in her tracks like most of the other people on the street.

"Shh." Olivia hushed as she gripped her sister's hand desperately.  

"Liv, aren't Nicholas and James there?" Marla asked, squeezing her cold fingers.

 "Nicky is. So is Uncle Tommy." She answered, "Jimmy is on the Enterprise I think." Her heart was jumping from her throat to her stomach like it was its business. 

"We need to get home now," Marla commented she knew that her father or older brothers who were still home preparing for the twins' birthday party weren't going to leave to hunt them down like they would have if they hadn't just got this news. 

 "Liv!' she demanded, pulling her hand again. The older sister nodded her head numbly and let her pull her to the house.

**

To both Olivia and Marla's surprise, Bill was sitting on the couch next to Bobby who stood up once his sisters came into the living room, he crossed the room quickly and pulled them both into hugs. 

"Everything is going to be okay." He assured them, he had been repeating that since he had turned on the radio when he got home. "I am sure they are safe." Bill held his hand out to Olivia who pulled herself away from her brother and took it. He tugged her until she was sitting on his lap.

 She curled into him almost instinctively, her fingers catching the ones that were resting on her hip. 

That's where Evie found them almost an hour later, cuddled up on the couch, lips moving in silent prayer, they had all known even without the president announcing it that they were going to war and the boys. Almost all the boys in the neighborhood could be drafted and the ones who couldn't be drafted would try and join up. They both knew Bill well enough to know that he would do this. Same with Robert. 

Evie was sure the first thing tomorrow morning Bobby would go down to the recruiter's office and join up. 

And Evie worried for Liv, the twins had never been separated by far distances. They had thought it would be good to try and separate them when she was going to Charleston but there was a fit thrown, and it was agreed that he would go with Olivia and Marla. 

Honestly, Evie couldn't see the twins not being with each other, their dad tried to separate them when Liv was going to Charleston but Bobby rarely pitched a fit for himself. Pitched one. He refused to be away from his sisters and he would have run away to be there.

It was that freaky twin thing. 

"Evie." Olivia's voice shook her out of their thoughts and she turned to look at the girl, she was surprised to see her holding her hand out to her.   The girl took it and sat down on the couch next to the couple, as messed up as it was, maybe this was something that they needed to get their friendship back on track. 

[schoenht]

GLADLY!! Some of the issues are like wayyyyy too deep for me to even begin with and are years old but we can just talk about the wedding.

1- my cousins step sister showed up in a wedding dress to the ceremony but was kicked out by security before she could enter.

2- And the vows were just… not it. The premise of both of their vows were “I made such a good choice by choosing you and you’re so grateful that I settled for you.”

3- OHOHOH WAIT the best man was the brides ex, she was cheating on him with the groom!!!

4- The bride and groom kept dancing with other people all night, but not even in like the normal way but like in a wayyyyyyyy too touchy way. The big no-no toughest if you will.

5- The bride apparently smashed a slice of cake on the grooms cheek so he literally chased her and pinned her on the ground and smashed way more slices on her face/ upper dress and called her a b-word a few times too. I say apparently because I wasn’t in the room. And they were VERY strict about no phones out.

6- Going off of no phones I think saw the groom on tinder while everyone was getting their makeup done before the wedding!!

7- Isnt fully related but like 6 people got into a fight. Idk what that was about. I think of those people was the grooms mom though!!

8- The bride and groom kept being narcissistic the whole time which was fun. I think?

Those are all the main events I can remember at the moment, so sorry if it seems kinda short but it was…something. That’s a word to use.

-🌺

...holy fuck. hang on, the tea is HOTTER THAN THE SUN let me just. Tell you my reactions to each one but overall, my jaw dropped and kept DROPPING with each entry

One, SHE SHOWED UP IN A FUCKING WEDDING DRESS ??? AN ENTIRE WEDDING DRESS ???? WHAT. WHAT. THE LEVEL OF INSANITY SHE HAS, I'M SORRY. Two, i. If there is anything i have learned, NEVER. SETTLE. stay single before you settle fuck no what kinda bullshit vows were those omfg. Three, DOES THE GROOM HAVE A BRAINCELL ??? I. DOES HE KNOW SHE WAS CHEATING WITH HIM ??? that is so messy omg I've seen wattpad aus less messy than that

Four, yikes. Five, WHAT THE FUCK. THAT'S YOUR WIFE AND YOU'RE CALLING HER THAT AND DOING THAT TO HER ??? annulment !! Immediately !!! Six, I'm sorry but if he was on tinder before the wedding, that marriage is not lasting, i gotta say it. Seven, i honestly think this was the sanest entry, POSSIBLY bc i am so used to fights at big events (staring at my graduation). Eight, if there is one thing my mom taught me, it's that you cannot be narcissistic at an event YOU planned bc if you really wanted it to be abt you, you wouldn't have invited other people (this happened after my aunt said smth at my cousin's quince that did not sit right with me)

Lowkey. That sounds extremely draining but the car ride back must've either been quiet or gone "OKAY BUT DID YOU SEE--"

[believingispowerfulmagic]

The Christmas Waltz

Summary:  Regina Mills wanted to share the perfect dance at her Christmas wedding and so booked lessons with Robin Locksley. When her wedding plans fall through, will she find happiness and solace in the dance studio…and her rather attractive dance teacher? And will she prove to be exactly who Robin needs in his life as well? OQ AU

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 3: Just Dance

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

"Okay, okay, enough!"

Robin blinked as the music cut out. His partner and ex-wife, Marian, stood in front of him with her arms crossed. She looked more concerned than angry, which he counted as a blessing, as she asked: "What is wrong with you? Your mind is definitely not in the dance. You just missed several steps in a row."

He grimaced, realizing he had zoned out and didn't know where they were in the routine. Sighing, he just gave her a sheepish smile. "Sorry?"

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, tossing him his water bottle. "When you get like this, it means something is clearly on your mind."

Robin sighed, sipping his water. "It was a lesson I had today. She had originally signed up for lessons for her wedding but she called the wedding off. I offered to let her continue with the lessons by herself and she came in for the evaluation. She was all over the place which is to be expected from an amateur but she was so hard on herself and left in tears."

"Sounds like she's had a rough week," Marian agreed, sipping her own water. "But you've had messier situations. Why is this one sticking with you so much?"

"I don't know," he replied honestly. "Maybe I just want to help her feel better?"

She chuckled, setting her water bottle down. "That does sound like you. You have a heart of gold, Robin, but you can't help everyone."

He sighed, rubbing his neck as he nodded. "I know, I know. I think I just need to get a good night's sleep and put her from my mind."

"Sounds like a plan," Marian said, checking her watch. "I need to go relieve the babysitter and put Roland to bed. You'll take him for the weekend?"

"Of course," Robin replied, sitting down to take off his shoes. "I've rearranged my schedule so I can pick him up from school and then he has the children's dance class right after that."

Marian chuckled, sitting next to him. "You don't have to give me your itinerary for the weekend, Robin. I trust you with Roland. You're a great father."

"Just not a good husband," Robin said before cursing himself. Their divorce had been amicable enough but it still had hit his confidence in his ability to be a good partner to anyone. It was one of the reasons he was not yet dating again.

"I think I know why this one is sticking with you," Marian said. "Is this student's situation maybe bringing up some feelings from our divorce?"

He wanted to dispute that but as he thought about it, he realized it could be possible. So Robin just shrugged. "Maybe. This student talked about not doing failure as a hobby and I think she probably isn't used to failure. Now she's had a lot heaped on her."

Marian nodded. "We also had a lot of failure heaped on us."

"Yeah," he agreed, thinking about their long career as ballroom dancers. "We have. But we got through it."

"Because our coach and parents taught us how to cope," she pointed out. "But it doesn't mean we can't relapse from time to time. You having a relapse and letting past failures get to you?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't think that's it. I guess I just wished I had been able to help her."

Marian looked him over before smirking. "Is she beautiful?"

"Do you think me that shallow?" he asked her, somewhat insulted that she would think he only cared because of Regina's beauty.

"Of course not," she assured him, rubbing his knee. "But you're a man with eyes. And you do have a weakness for women who are upset over men who are upset."

He leaned back against the wall and shrugged. "Maybe I do. Is that a crime?"

"No," she replied. "But sometimes you tend to White Knight and I don't want you to get hurt again."

"Yeah," he said, knowing what she was talking about. "I have no intention of being Regina's White Knight. I just wish I could show her how to relax and really enjoy dancing because I think it would be a good outlet for her."

Marian nodded, patting his knee. "I understand that. I think dancing would be good for her too. But then again, we're both pretty biased."

He chuckled. "Yes, we are."

"So you feeling better now?" she asked. "Do you want to try again or just call it a night and start over tomorrow?"

"Might as well just call it a night," he replied. "I promise to be in a better headspace."

She patted his knee. "Go home, get some sleep and I'm sure you will be."

They shut off all the lights and Robin made sure the money from their register was locked up in their safe. He then locked the door to his office before he and Marian left the store. Together, they locked up and lowered the security gates before walking to the subway together. It was there they exchanged kisses on the cheek before going their separate ways - he went to the platform marked "Downtown & Brooklyn" while she went to the one marked "Uptown & Queens." When they had been married, they had lived in Manhattan but once they divorced, each had retreated to where their respective support systems lived. It hurt that his son now resided mostly in another borough but Robin saw him enough that it wasn't as painful as it could've been.

Robin boarded the F train, easily finding a spot to sit. It was after rush hour so most people had gone home for the evening. But it was also New York City, which meant that there were always people on the train. There were only a few other people on the train at the moment but he figured that would change as the train continued its journey down Sixth Avenue before turning toward the East River. He closed his eyes, getting a little rest as the train gently rocked back and forth as it traveled between stations.

"This is York Street," the automated voice announced. "Next stop Jay Street MetroTech. Please stand clear of the closing doors."

He opened his eyes and stood, getting ready to get off. Robin hoped either the A or C train was in the station so he didn't have to wait. When the train pulled into the station, he saw his wish was granted and once the doors opened, he crossed the platform and walked onto the A train. It was then only one stop to High Street and he got off, walking one block to the townhome he called home.

Robin shared it with his parents. They lived on one side while he lived on the other. Since they owned both, he just needed to pay utilities and food, which allowed him to save up his money for his dancing school with Marian. He also had plans to find a bigger space here in Brooklyn to build a proper school so that more people could learn to dance, perhaps even expanding to other artistic programs. They could keep the one in Manhattan as a satellite for those who did not want to go to Brooklyn.

Maybe one day, they would have branches in each of the five boroughs.

Anything was possible.

[safic4-m]

💜The perfect life

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Lector

Author’s note: I had this in my drafts for a while.

Word count:1495

~Master list~

One-shot

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“The perfect life”, that phrase keeps running through your head, what more could you ask for, in a few hours you will marry your fiancée and you will have everything you have always wanted, but as in every relationship it has its ups and downs, in your case is that she does not want to have children, which is fine, but….

-How do you feel?- asks your best friend, making you snap out of your thoughts.

-Happy and a little nervous- you say, playing with the bridal veil.

-You know that if you want to run away I have the car ready, along with a suitcase with some of your belongings- she has always distinguished herself for her great sense of humor and it is quite obvious that she is serious.

-I thank you but I don’t think it’s necessary

Looking out the window at your fiancée looking at the last arrangements, as always looking for perfection, she must feel that you are watching her because she turns to look in your direction and their eyes meet. When Abigail asked you to marry her they were at her parents’ house, a part of you felt bad, as you dreamed it would have been in a nice place at sunset.

-You stop listening to her when you feel pressure in your chest, you turn to see your dress and you can’t help but think of her; when you saw it it was inevitable not to remember Wilhemina.

When you are ready you go downstairs to live with your guests, her family never accepted you because according to them you are too little for them.

-¡¡Y/n!!- you hear someone talking to you and you turn to see where it comes from, you find him with Jane, she is Abigail’s friend but you took possession of her.

-Hi- you force a smile feeling a strong discomfort -How are you?

-Good, hey I want to introduce you to someone- she had talked to both of them to ask if she could bring someone

She moves and reveals a redhead dressed in a purple dress; an internal fight is created in both of them when they see the other one

-Y/n?…are you feeling ok? -your look doesn’t take off from her, dry mouth and hundreds of mixed feelings -Y/n! seriously are you feeling ok? you are getting pale?

-Yes, it’s just nerves- recovering your voice, looking at Jane.

You excuse yourself to find a place to settle your thoughts, ending up in a closet trying to steady your breathing.

-Why?- of all the people in the world Jane decided to bring your ex, in her defense she didn’t know, but it doesn’t change the fact that she shows up at your wedding.

The relationship ended because of both of you, you hurt each other and ended up with wounds, which you couldn’t heal without hurting yourself; you thought she was your soul mate but apparently fate had different plans.

About 10 minutes go by and your future wife appears, she kisses you goodbye, except this time you don’t feel anything, there is not that spark you were used to.

—

-Abigail Bassett, do you take Y/n as your future wife, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?

During the whole ceremony you can’t get Wilhelmina out of your mind, meanwhile in the redhead’s mind only the idea that she would lose you forever passes through her mind.

-I accept- she answers smiling tenderly and it simply hurts.

-And you Y/f/n accept Abigail as your future wife, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?

-Honey- says Abi worried and you feel a strong urge to vomit.

-I’m…I’m sorry Abi- you say before running off, leaving someone who doesn’t deserve it alone at the altar.

—

You get out of the car to ring the doorbell, it’s around 2 am, the dress is changed for a pair of pants and a sweater.

-I hate you- is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when you have her in front of you, she is wearing a Victorian style purple nightgown and you can’t help admiring her body -you know- looking back at her eyes -my life was perfect, a nice house, a stable job, a healthy relationship. And suddenly you appear as if nothing and ruin everything- you can notice the pain in her eyes for your words that is almost imperceptible -I would marry her and you would have a fairy tale ending- a sarcastic chuckle escapes from her lips, without even trying -but I realized that no matter how much I repeat it, the lie won’t become real- she opens her mouth to speak but I interrupt her before she says something -I don’t want something easy . My life would never be perfect if you weren’t there" before pressing your lips against hers.

Instantly you regret feeling her stiffen, wanting to pull away Wilhelmina pulls your sweater.

And there she is, you had forgotten how intoxicating the taste of her lips was, for the last few years you’ve become accustomed to a spark when she manages to create a fire.

-My beautiful Ms. Venable- comes out barely a whisper as she breaks away to breathe, you see the conflict in her gaze and doubt she’ll leave you there with a broken heart, ironic since you did it a few hours ago with Abigail.

Finally she moves to let you in, as soon as she closes the door you have her on top of you, nimbly you grab her by the waist with a strong grip and she quickly takes the hint, giving a little jump you help her propel herself up to look like the kind of scene you see in a boyfriend and girlfriend; her legs wrapped around your waist, her arms behind your neck, while they continue kissing. Without breaking the kiss you move them to the living room, with the utmost delicacy you lay her down on the couch, moving to leave kisses along her jaw, then to her neck leaving wet kisses.

-May I?- you ask, pulling up the redhead’s nightgown a little, the view you have is spectacular, breathing agitated, hair tousled, cheeks and neck a crimson color.

-Do you want to do it here?- she asks with a shy look and it’s impossible not to melt before her reaction.

-Let’s go to your room.

You know you should talk to Abi, but right now all you want is to make up for lost time with Wilhelmina. Words full of feeling are declared in the darkness, while soft hands run over each other’s body, moans fill the room and marks of love are left as proof of their love.

****

“The perfect life” is a phrase that never leaves your mind, but if you were told to describe it it would be this exact moment. You’ve never been one to love the outdoors and she surprised you by taking you on a picnic outside of town; it’s been three years since you left Abigail at the altar, three years since you got Wilhemina back and it’s been the best decision you’ve ever made. The beginning was difficult but you already have experience and that helped, Wilhemina refused apart from you, because she thought that if she did it you would leave and it doesn’t matter….

-What are you thinking about?- she asks interrupting your thoughts, she is wearing a purple dress and you are sure it is the same one you gave her years ago.

-About us- she lightly squeezes her left hand, a slight blush creeps up her neck and you smile at how pretty she looks….

-Well…- seeing that she turns to look for something in the basket -when I saw you the first time I knew you’d be my downfall- she starts walking back to face you -I know we’ve had our ups and downs, but also that no matter what happens we’ll always be there for each other, so…-she takes a sharp breath showing a little red box -Will you marry me? when you open it you see a gold ring with a (stone of your favorite color), those simple words create a war inside you, a part of you wants to throw yourself in his arms, while the other one screams to give it to him at once.

With your free hand you reach for your purse, finding it you quickly pull out a little black velvet box.

-Only if you accept too- opening the box to reveal an amethyst encrusted ring.

-Of course I do- being pulled into a kiss full of love, her lips taste like the wine she drank earlier and a moan escapes as she feels them bite your lower lip.

As she pulls away you can see her gaze full of love and a blush covering her beautiful face.

-I love you Wilhemina Venable- placing the ring on her ring finger.

-I love you too- doing the same thing you just did with her.