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gourmetjello · 1 year ago

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könig x fem!reader : over-apologizer

i have no idea how to use tumblr. it’s my first time using it but i think i’m trying it out lol also lowercase warning (i’m sorry!) , i’m used to writing in 3rd person pov so that’s what i’m going to do for now plus english isn’t my first language so bear with me for now lmao

könig’s about 17 in this fic and it’s not really a fluff nor angst or smut or anything like that, just a little romance-ish story.

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the cold, chilly air felt heavy on top of the many bunk beds that were scattered around the messy dorm room of about 30 young austrian and half german men. there was one singular wooden nightstand in one of the corners of the room, the drawers wide open and filled with empty glasses of all the different kinds of dirt cheap alcoholic beverages you could think of. it was the first day of many newcomers and many of them were cocky enough to bring some drinks to celebrate their first night here.

one bottle was leaking inside the drawer as someone probably failed to put the lid back on perfectly, the rough, clear liquid leaking in small droplets. a part of the wooden surface was soaked with this disgusting liquid that smelled like straight up acetone. the faint scent of it obviously spread to the entirety of the whole room, however the boys felt comfortable even in an odor like this — they were mostly teenagers, after all.

a boy’s head was right next to the nightstand as his bed was the closest to the corner, his forehead was almost touching the wall of the piece of furniture that smelled oh so bad. he was the only one that was wide awake in this whole room full of snoring soon to be soliders. he silently breathed the smell in again, not knowing what to do with the fact that he was exhaling something that stung his nose so much — he wanted to yank the drawer out and just simply throw it away, but then he would have to pay for the harm the caused and he obviously had no money, just like everyone else here.

he turned and tossed around in the bed as his legs were hanging off of it, and as uncomfortable it seemed he totally accepted it. it’s not like he could magically make himself any shorter. he leaned down to grab the small plastic shot glass that was next to his bed on the floor — his hand blindly wandered around, fingers finally bumping into the thin material of the tiny cup. he slowly lifted it up, not too surprised to realize that it still had something inside it. the young man sat up in his bed, his head softly bumping into the bottom of the mattress above his bad. he totally forgot that he was in a bunk bed. he wasn’t used to this.

rustling of the bedsheets could be heard as he muttered a few curse words under his breath and decided to just go bottoms up with whatever was in that tiny cup. a little piece of yesterday lingered in his body now, at least.

something, that nobody was really expecting came — a sharp sound filled the room, waking everyone up from their coma-like, desperate and drunken sleep. a morning call echoed through the entire dorm, a tall and old-ish looking man in a full camouflage outfit basically breaking their door in as the doorknob made a sound that totally felt like it broke.

“good morning men!”

‘holy shit. it really is happening, our first day’ — thought literally nobody in this cold room. the solider could obviously smell the horrible odor in the room but decided to ignore it as they would have to learn how to get up this early, hungover or not.

as the tall young man was already awake, it didn’t take too long for him to actually get out of bed first. he expected a gentle praise or something at least for listening to the command of the man in the doorway, but the guy seemed totally uninterested in whatever was going on in the room. he just cared about waking up these boys and finally showing them what they signed up for and showing them no mercy. people in the military apparently just had an odd thing for breaking young soliders.

the bread they got for breakfast almost fell out of their mouths as the men from their room were basically barely functioning on one percent. their eyes were barely open as the small digital clock in the cafeteria read 6:12 am. they could barely touch the cup of milk in front of them, almost spilling it all over themselves while trying to drink it.

there was just one guy that sat alone at a desk, all by themselves. he didn’t really choose to be alone, he obviously wasn’t that big of a freak, but all the other tables were already filled and there was no space left for him. he didn’t really care about it too much, he was used to being alone — it was exactly why he joined the military. he almost expected this to happen and if he was going to be neglected by people like this his whole life, then he might as well just try to get rid of them somehow. as far as he knew, you could legally be a cold-blooded killer in the military, right? especially as a sniper.

his eyes scanned the others in the cafeteria, looking over to the females. they were in their camouflage-print jackets too. he was obviously a teenage boy so he tried to find someone to stare at, someone who looked like a dream come true, but fuck, he couldn’t even see who had big breasts as the loose uniform concealed their body shape perfectly.

while his eyes were still desperately scanning the girls in the area, he didn’t even notice that someone sat down next to him with a plastic plate in their hands. it was yet another man. he reached out and tapped the left shoulder of the guy that he just wanted to sit down next to, grabbing her from his spiraling thoughts.

“hey, would you mind if i sit here?” the guy asked. he had short curly hair and a face full of seemingly cystic acne. definitely a face that would scare off people, especially girls.

he totally caught him off guard, the taller boy flinching a little in surprise — “uh, no, it’s fine.”

“yeah. thanks, man. i wanted to sit here because, um, look.” the man spoke as he pointed towards the little velcro strip on his chest that was on the camouflage uniform. “we’ve got the same last name. you’re a könig too! quite common, eh?”

“that’s cool.”

“we have to friends after this, dude!”

“yeah.”

“and.. okay, look at that girl over there..” the guy pointed at a girl that seemed a little like she couldn’t find her place in this huge cafeteria filled with people in the exact same clothes. what a maze to get lost in, he couldn’t even blame her for that. “we used to go to the same school and gosh.. it’s a shame that she’s the only person that i know for now. i wish i knew someone cooler instead.”

könig seemed totally uninterested but the person sitting next to him wouldn’t shut up about whatever he was blabbering about. he barely even paid attention to his speech. “she’s so lame. she never talks, like, bro, how can you go a day without talking? so weird, am i right?”

“mhm.”

they didn’t have too much time for breakfast nor basically anything else they wanted to do. the day went by rather quickly and when they finally returned to the dormitory there was basically nothing left from their hungover ego they still had earlier. throughout their first day, they were made fun of, humiliated and stepped on, as expected. some people were desperately writing letters to their loving mothers, saying they wanted to give up on the whole ‘save your country’ and ‘keep our families safe’ image and they wanted to go home.

könig was laying in his bed as he couldn’t sit up comfortably and he was just thinking about what to do now. the room was silent and just filled with occasional groans of people that were in pain. sore muscles were basically something to be considered everyday things here, you’ll learn to live with them eventually. he sighed and gently reached into the only backpack he brought with himself here. he found it unnecessary to pack too many clothes as they were going to get uniforms anyways. the only things he needed were underwear.

his fingers looked around the bottom of the backpack for a few seconds until he finally found what he was looking for. he took it out with unreasonably shaky hands — it was a single cigarette he had rolled for himsef back on the platform of the railway station when he waited for the train to come. it was the only one he had left as he ran out of filters to put into the little stick that was a such a guilty pleasure of his. he knew that they probably wouldn’t care if he started smoking it in the room, but he already wanted to just feel something, some kind of danger.

he joined the military to feel action and thrill, to shoot people without being punished for it and not to be hungover all the time and to judge others in the cafeteria (however he loved trying to peek at the girls). he gently stepped off his bed, walking over to the dark and unpolished window they had in the room. he firstly tried to just open it, he examined it and he simply looked like someone who was trying to open it to get a mouthful of fresh air. however, when the tall man gently folded himself in a way that he could climb out on the window, many people immediately turned their heads towards him.

könig was lucky that they were on the floor level. he landed in a small bush that was basically nothing for him, climbing out of it with ease.

his heart was beating in his throat when he noticed someone a few meters away from him. they were in a camouflage outfit, very clearly in the uniform. the person he saw was crouching down, closely next to the wall. when he saw how the figure seemed feminine he immediately relaxed — there’s no way anyone from the staff would be a woman, right?

the shadow flinched once she heard the sounds of the bush moving, and when her eyes ran over the dark figure of a person, her body immediately began shaking. ‘fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m getting kicked out. i’m getting kicked out’ - was the only thing she could think about as she quickly pushed away whatever she was doing with her trembling and cold fingers. tobacco and a few little pieces of paper spilled all over the ground under them, getting all dirty and muddy.

the tall man towered over her as he stepped closer. all she could see was this huge shadow next to her crouching form, he could easily just step on her. he seemed like he could break her spine with just a snap of his fingers and maybe that was the initial source of her fear — she even forgot how scared she was of someone from the staff being the man in front of her. at that point, she was just begging for the gods she barely believed in to let her keep her life. she was silently pleading in her mind.

“gosh, you wasted it all.”

she heard the deep voice and she knew it was over for her. she thought she was going to throw up all over the place because of how shaky and nervous she was. and this was only her first day in the military!

“you roll it too? can’t afford packs?” he quickly raised his hand, the clumsily rolled cigarette hanging between his index and middle finger.

this couldn’t be staff.. right?

“it’s not mine! it’s not mine. it’s not-“ she spoke desperately. her voice was weak and shaky.

“then why would you be doing it, hm?”

she hesitated for a few seconds before thinking of an answer. she already embarrassed herself too much, there was no backing out now. absolutely no backing out, she was past the point of no return, or so she thought. he still stood there, above her and staring down.

“it’s for, um.. someone else. it’s for someone else. könig. it’s for könig.” she tried to stop stuttering so it wouldn’t be so awkward and embarrassing for her. beinh caught was already uncomfortable enough, but what kind of monster was standing in front of her?

“könig?”

“yeah. he’s um.. he came here yesterday. just like me. and he’s.. like, short, curly hair and- and, uh..”

“yeah, stand up. stand up, come on.”

“i don’t-“

“stand the fuck up already.”

the girl shakily stood up, her head perfectly looking into the chest area of the man in front of her. the velcro strip above his heart read an oddly familiar name — könig. she was stunned for a second, not knowing what to say and she accidentally choked on the air she was just gasping after. “w-what did you-“

“don’t act like he’s the only person with the last name könig. you’re being stupid. what is a woman even doing in the military? i get it, that dickface is trying to prove it to everyone that he’s the shit, but come on? you? are you here to do every little thing he desires or what?”

her eyes widened as the tall man in front of her mentioned her doing everything for that jerk. she tried to think of a way to defend myself. who even was this man? she couldn’t see his face. too tall. and it was too dark outside.

“i’m sorry, i-“

“what?”

“i’m sorry, i really am, just..”

“why would you be sorry?”

“i, um..”

könig raised an eyebrow as his lips gently curled into a small smile. she was the first person he actually talked to in the military. he couldn’t believe that the first person he would get into a conversation with (or at least something like that..?) was the person that that fucker in the cafeteria was talking about. the girl that’s apparently such a lame person because she doesn’t talk too much. hm.

“yeah. see. you don’t even have anything to be sorry for, i just asked you a question and you’d rather apologize than give me an answer. cunt behavior.”

“i’m-“

“don’t you dare say that again.”

“o-okay. i just.. i’m sorry for me being so-“

and just like that, könig slightly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in an instant.

it all happened in the span of a few moments. he immediately felt how she was licking her lips in the cold as a reaction to the stress she suddenly got into, since he could taste the saliva on her chapped and shaky lips. his body was warm and hers was cold, just like ice. he could have even placed a bet that her lips were purple, from the fear and the chilly air outside.

he was a little bold for someone who had never kissed anyone before — but he needed to make her shut up somehow. he had enough of her apologizing so much.

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eek! that’s my first oneshot ever here on tumblr !! i really really hope you liked it and please let me know somehow if i did something wrong. no idea how to use this app. and if you have any ideas on what i should write about then please let me know ! or, well, if there is a way to let me know ?

also please don’t reupload or steal or anything (is that a thing here?)

good night!

#cod mw2 #cod #konig #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #könig modern warfare #first post #oneshot #cod oneshot

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thegayguy2169 · 3 months ago

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The Former Swimmer - Jamie Anderson

The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. Jamie Anderson stirred awake, feeling the familiar warmth of Daniel Smith’s body wrapped around him. The sheets were tangled around their legs, and Jamie couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Daniel, his tousled hair and relaxed expression making him look effortlessly handsome.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Daniel murmured, a playful grin spreading across his face as he tightened his grip around Jamie. “You know, if you keep hogging the covers like that, I might have to start charging rent.”

Jamie chuckled, shifting slightly to meet Daniel’s gaze. “You’d have to find a way to kick me out first,” he shot back, feeling a warm blush creep up his cheeks.

As he rolled over, Jamie caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room. He had definitely put on some weight since quitting swimming. His clothes felt tighter, and as he stretched, he felt the snugness of his shirt pulling across his chest and stomach. The waistband of his pants dug uncomfortably into his sides.

“Are you gonna wear that?” Daniel teased, eyeing Jamie’s outfit. “Because I don’t think those buttons are gonna survive another five minutes.”

Jamie laughed, knowing he was probably pushing it. “Shut up. It’s all I could find that was clean!” he retorted, pulling at his shirt in an attempt to make it more comfortable.

“Come here,” Daniel said, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He pulled Jamie closer, his hands sliding over the fabric, teasingly exploring the new curves Jamie had developed. “I think you look amazing. Those pants? Total snack.”

Jamie bit his lip, feeling a rush of warmth at Daniel’s words. There was something undeniably hot about the way Daniel looked at him—like he was a feast waiting to be devoured. “You’re just saying that,” he replied, though his voice was playful.

“I’m definitely not. I mean, look at you! It’s like you’re getting fluffier by the day,” Daniel said, winking. “And I love it. You should let yourself go a little more. No need to worry about those gym rats.”

“Yeah, easy for you to say,” Jamie shot back, eyeing Daniel’s toned physique. “You’re practically a walking advertisement for gym culture.”

Daniel smirked, flexing his bicep playfully. “And I’m just saying I like my boys a bit… softer. You know what that does to me.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Jamie’s ear. “I could get used to this.”

Feeling a surge of confidence, Jamie pressed his body against Daniel’s. “I guess I wouldn’t mind being your soft little pillow,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

“Oh, I plan on taking full advantage of that,” Daniel replied, his tone suggestive. He pressed his lips against Jamie’s neck, kissing a trail that made Jamie’s heart race.

Reluctantly, they pulled away from each other, knowing they had to get ready for work. Jamie stood up, wincing as he tugged at the waistband of his pants. The button threatened to pop open, and he let out a soft groan. “I don’t think I can do this…”

“Just give it a little tug, babe,” Daniel encouraged, chuckling softly. “You know you want to.”

With one last deep breath, Jamie faced the mirror, gripping the waistband tightly and tugging. It felt impossibly tight, but the discomfort was strangely intoxicating. “Okay, let’s see how this goes,” he muttered, deciding to ignore the discomfort and focus on the fact that Daniel loved it.

“You look so good,” Daniel said, eyeing Jamie appreciatively. “Those pants are definitely doing something for you. And that shirt? Total knockout. I might need to take you back to bed after work.”

“Maybe I’ll wear these all day then,” Jamie teased back, finally managing to button his pants. He turned to Daniel, his grin wide. “You know, just for you.”

“Good plan,” Daniel replied, leaning in for another kiss. “I can’t wait to see how flustered you’ll get. Now, let’s get out of here before we end up late… again.”

#exjock #male weight gain story #exjock story #original post

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the-demon-prodigy · 8 months ago

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a note on the vol 25 cover \\ mini analysis

so, regarding fyodor!

as we can see, fyodor is holding a black chess piece. it doesnt look like a rook, a knight, or a pawn. although it may be a queen, for the sake of this theory im going to assume that it is the king piece. (also, im going to ignore like every little bit of actual chess rules for this adladlksjrl)

the volume will cover the chapters 110-112 (i think), so its likely that this is only 'foreshadowing' (of course, what im going to cover here is the most recent events, in chaps 114-114.5 as its already happened its just not in this volume)

now then, from the vol 16 colored spread, we can see that fyodor is the black side.

so, it doesnt mean that hes put dazai in checkmate.

however, lets talk about what the king does in chess.

has very little mobility, is what decides the game, and is on the same 'side ' as fyodor, being the black king. who fits the bill?

thats right, its bram!

so, my little interpretation is that fyodor holding the black king in this cover is symbolic of how he will overtake brams body very soon after the events of this volume.

now then, moving on to dazai!!

so, this cover very reasonably gave almost everybody a big scare ;w; but i dont think it means that dazai will die. in the first few chapters included in this volume, dazai is presumed to be dead right after chuuya shot him. so i rlly think theyre just playing us but who knows,,,

anyway, red camellias which are shown on dazai here can mean deep desire/love, noble death, and are known to be incredibly rare (I THINK). i feel like its mostly about dazais personality (as his view of the world is 'rare' and he sorta maybe 'died' a noble death in 109 but thats debatable) and the fact that chuuya was the one to shoot him (as skk have been associated with the flowers before [if that official art was actually real idk anymore])

another interesting thing is that dazai is in his ada outfit here, while in his appearance in vol 22's cover he was in his prison outfit. either its foreshadowing for a symbolic death of agency dazai or just meant to signal the end of the prison arc as we enter a new era of the story.

the presence of the swords and the complete lack of empty space in the volume cover displays how the tripolar singularity which occurs very soon after this completely shifts the world i think !

moving on, we can see atsushis human foot and his tiger foot (and his belt) in this volume cover but not his face. all the other previous covers show more of him, and assumedly this is showing how the focus is shifting away from him as a person.

now, fukuzawa and fukuchi.

fukuzawa has a white backdrop while fukuchi has black, this could symbolize fukuchi who is dead while fukuzawa isnt but i see it more as their two somewhat extreme views on justice and how it polarizes them. they are back to back, their hair almost melding into one singular person showing that they both want to do whats right, but their associated colors and the swords show their differences.

fyodor sits between them, almost separating them, and showing how little we still understand about his true moral standing. (also, fyodor radiates black that is actually even darker than fukuchi's showing how, as karma said in his debut chapter, fyodor transcends evil.)

the red speckles may symbolize the tripolar singularity, and the cracks on the bottom of fukuchi and fukuzawa's sections could show the singularity's shattering of concrete morality and that which is real/is not.

atsushi and dazai are both in the area with the water, which may also symbolize how the singularity will flush out the past and bring fyodor's idea of purity closer to reality. atsushi and dazai being placed in the water shows how they are the ones who will make change (as atsushi can cut through the fabric of abilities using his tiger claws, and dazai nullifies abilities).

finally, heres the full clean cover of volume 25 so that you too can praise our lord harukawa sango <3

(the manga panels included here were found on mangadex and the clean vol cover was found on the bsd fandom wiki)

#sorry if this is all wrong im sleep deprived 😭#☆analysis☆#☆scheduled☆#☆thoughts☆#bsd analysis #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd fukuchi #bsd fukuzawa #bsd atsushi #bsd meta

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riddlemaster101 · 3 months ago

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*taps on mic* Um. Hello. I'm the question fairy, and I've come to sprinkle some questions on your day.

You don't have to answer these questions, but to do so would require you to enter a binding agreement where you swore to bequeath your first born to me in exchange for my alchemical notes on how to weave straw to gold, in accordance with the Rumpelstiltskin Act of 1969. So. The ball is in your court.

Question 1:

In a world where money/logistics was not an issue and you could easily and ethically travel anywhere, where would you want to spend a month vacationing?

Question 2:

You wake up to a glowing portal and a woman stumbling out of it in a spacesuit that looks like it came from one of those sci-fi book covers where all the cloth is silver and spandexy. She tells you that you're The Chosen One™, the one woman in all the multiverse who can stop the encroaching darkness and restore order to the galaxy through your untapped powers and also a sizable and well armed army outfitted in, you guessed it, silver platform boots and stretchy metallic miniskirts. Due to plot reasons, there is no time for questions. You have to either enter the portal and embrace your shiny, shiny future or pretend she portal'd into the wrong bedroom. What do you do?

Question 3:

What is your favorite winter beverage to unwind with?

Thanks for the ask, Rifle the Question Fairy!

Q1: Since we're already dreaming, I'm just going to go ahead and eliminate my chronic pain/health problems that also prevent extensive travel.

In which case: I've always wanted to go to Aotearoa/New Zealand in the geology field trip/hiking/explore national parks style vacation of my childhood. Yes, because I watched the LotR films at a very formative age and fell in love with the landscape due to the beautiful cinematography. Yes also because my mom at one point genuinely considered taking my brother and me there (fell through due to those financial concerns we're ignoring), and so I already know a bunch about the geology and evolutionary history (which is really cool).

Q2: ...she definitely has the wrong bedroom. oh no. oh dear. how sad. (not today, destiny!)

(look, as an astronomer it feels weird turning down a (free) space adventure...but I also know what extensive time in space does to the human body. And I'm more about sitting in a cozy chair with my knitting these days than going on wild adventures and getting shot at by space lasers. Silver body suits and miniskirts just aren't my style. take your pick)

Q3: definitely tea. Usually some kind of herbal tea because too much caffeine is a no-no (but if I could drink black tea with milk and sugar all day long that's literally all I would drink). Currently drinking a lot of the bengal spice (herbal chi) and apple cinnamon tea from celestial seasons, especially since the weather finally turned here and it's full on winter rainy season for the next...well, until end of July going by this past summer.

#rifle-yes #my posts

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writing-plurals · 1 year ago

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Hello! I've been thinking of writing fanfics about a ship making them share the same body. It's going to be drabbles/one-shots tho, since I'm not good at writing (I barely ever write XD) and I don't think I would be able to write a full story with various chapters. I'm plural myself so I have a basic idea of what I should avoid (evil killer alter trope for example)

There's some ideas I came up with and would like some advice on writing the following:

In-system romantic relationships

DID systems

Median systems

Plurals fighting together as heroes

But there's something else I wanted to ask advice on (even if it isn't exactly for writing). See, I'm a native spanish speaker so I'm gonna write the drabbles in spanish. I think it could be a good way of introducing non-disordered and non-traumagenic plurality to other spanish speakers since most of the plural content and activism in spanish is about dissociative disorders only, but because of that there's many sysmeds and anti-endos and I don't know how I should deal with them.

I don't think I can ignore them, specially because I don't want them spreading misinformation (as always) in the comments but I also don't want to flood them debating sysmeds. I thought of maybe making a carrd (with sources) and linking it but IDK if it's actually worth it to make a carrd just for this.

Hey friend! That's a lot, and I can't touch on all of them, so some of them I'll be throwing to other mods and our followers to add on in reblogs. I hope that's alright!

In-system Romantic Relationships

Internal Romantic Relationships are almost the same as ones in the Outside. You can surprise each other with flowers, and presents that's to be THEIRS. You can hold them inside *and* out (when cofronting. It'll all just look a little different.

Person A wants to surprise Person B? Gotta make sure internal walls are built up so they don't know about the flowers until they're set up and they switch in. Have them leave notes for them with the sappy shit people would normally say to their face if there were two bodies involved.

Person A and B want to cuddle while watching a movie, it looks like hugging yourself, but maybe B has control of one arm, and is stroking the face or other hand. During sad parts, A hugs B (with the body) eeeeeeextra tight!

Plurals Fighting As Heroes

The mask a singlet would wear as a hero has multiple meanings once a system puts one on. So plan on the group having a long conversation about the name they all want to use that won't tip anyone off. Think System Name but opposite direction, so as not to be found out.

And same goes for the outfit, except you can probably lead with more of what the system members like in aesthetics.

And the elephant in the room, what about powers? Do they all have seperate (more nichely specific) powers? Do they all have the same one and use it differently? If you've seen the later seasons of My Hero Academia, there's a comparison to Midoriya you might find helpful.

Just make sure that if you include powers, that the way it fits into the world doesn't show your system to be Different because they're a system.

And last but not least (for my advice before additions)

If you're planning on writing some of the first creative representation of plurality, prepare to be the people that are looked to for information.

Set up a Caard or something akin to one with information, (credited and linked to sources!!!, Caards get a bad rep for that), and you can direct people to it like a FAQ.

And by taking on this role, you have to accept the risk that sysmeds are going to try to debate you. So deeply consider if you have the time to research responses that are backed up by studies that you can shut them down with. There are several blogs I've seen share information like this that you might find helpful in bringing it to the spanish side of fandom.

@cambriancrew is a fantastic place to start, and you can find more blogs akin to them there.

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I hope that this and advice further down on this post is helpful. And I give my best wishes as you embark on this. We need more people like you making content online.

-Mod Tick Tock

(This has been edited to remove the color, thank you for the feedback!)

#Mod Tick Tock #actuallyplural #plural gang #plural system #plural representation #writing plural characters #plural pride #pluralgang

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wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight · 8 months ago

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"I already told you. If you won't take your meds, then you don't get to touch," Ritsu declared batting away Daiya's hand as he reached out for them with their feather duster. They had specifically picked out their outfit today to tempt and lure their partner into this devious little trap, a pink sweater with a cat-shaped boob window and maroon mini-skirt to match their hair.

Leaning over to dust on the bottom shelves, Daiya would get full view of what's underneath the skirt for the first time since they started cleaning: specifically, that they weren't wearing any underwear and had 'CUMDUMPSTER' written right under their tramp stamp labeling their ass as 'Master's property'.

( Finally, Daiya gets some Ritsu. ncughty-uwu )

@ncughty-uwu

Daiya hated this. He loved this. He hated that he loved this, knowing the minute he had seen Ritsu all dolled up like this that it only meant trouble. He had tried at first to remain indifferent, and he's not ashamed to say that it didn't last long. I mean, look at them! It's comendible that he was able to even try ignoring them!

Switching tactics, he thought maybe if he riled Ritsu up, they'd forget about Daiya's meds and just ride themselves stupid on his dick.

Yeah, he didn't actually think it would work, but eh, worth a shot.

Daiya, a grown ass man, former biker gang leader, and surviver of getting hit by a fucking semi was now pouting as his hand was once again smacked away.

"C'mon, doll! Why does it even matter? I don't need those damn things. I'm standin', aren't I?" At the moment he was standing, but that was only because Ritsu had drawn him a nice hot bath the night before, and spent what felt like hours massaging all the knots from every damn mucsle in his body.

He hated those pills. He's never said it out loud, but he hated them. Why the hell should he take them, knowing that he only needs them because he'd fucked up so bad with Mondo. The kid had felt inferior for years without Daiya noticing (he did notice, noticed a lot, but as much as he tried to help, it was hard when he hadn't known just how deep those indecuries had run. Even if he had, he could do no more than what he was already doing for his brother). Yeah, okay sure, Mondo would get sad guilty pissed as hell if he found out Daiya didn't take them, that he let himself spend his days in pain so bad that sometimes he could hardly move, that just the short walk from his bed to the bathroom took near an hour sometimes, but as far as Daiya was concerned, that was what he deserved.

And then Ritsu came along and quickly found ways to break him down and take his damn meds.

This wasn't the first time such a tactic was used, but it hadn't been to this extent. Daiya supposed that's what he got for lying about going to physical therepy.

For fucking months.

He knew how to walk already, the fuck else did he need? It was pointless to waste people's time when he didn't need to.

Just as he was about to beg make his case, his words, breath, hell his fucking soul was stolen away and handed over to one little slut just begging to be fucked.

Which he could only do if he took his medicine.

Turning so fast on his prosthetic leg that he damn near fell over, only catching himself on the bookshelf he'd literally crashed into, several books were sent to the floor as hsi weight tipped the thing, it being slammed back upright with rather impresive strength before he stumbled into his room.

He knew exactly where the damn things were, Ristu never letting him forget, with them placed strategically on hsi nightstand. And his dresser. And in every cabinet in the kitchen.

And on his fucking goddamn bike.

Twisting the nearest bottle open (the one on his dresser by the door), there was an audible snap of what had been child safty locks on the lid, now useless as strong hands pushed right through them. He didn't even get a drink, just swallowed the pills dry before recapping the bottle (not that it mattered anymore, seeing as it was super fucking broken).

"Hey uh- Shit-" Stupid fucking leg work faster. "I did uh, I did the thing." Saying that he had taken his meds made him feel too guilty, so thing it was. "I did the thing, Ritsy!"

#daiyas that lemme smash bird meme lmao #muse: daiya owada #ncughty uwu #nsft

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merv606 · 1 year ago

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Fluffy omegaverse! Daniel is happily married and pregnant, excited about about his and Terry's first pup...until he begins to gain weight and turn all plump and soft several months in. He's used to being slender and tiny, so this is all new. He keeps rebuffing Terry's advances and wearing loose clothing to hide his new figure, and hardly leaves their home. But what he doesn't know is that Terry is, if anything, even MORE turned on by Daniel's new curves and his cute omega chest and how squishy and adorable he's become lately. One day Terry catches him just finished with a bath, all damp and clean and rosy. But when Daniel sees him looking in and that expression on his face, he grabs a fluffy bathrobe to cover himself up and that's when Terry's control SNAPS. He carries him off to their bedroom, totally ignoring Daniel's protests. He's an Alpha, he knows what his little omega wants and needs better than he does--and he will show him. If he could he would put another pup in him, he looks so good...

Terry sits the fluffy bundle onto the bed, Daniel clutching the bathrobe together at the chest.

Terry kneels, one knee flat on the floor, the other up, his elbow resting on it as he looks at his mate.

Terry had thought he was just getting used to the changes his body was going through, and that he may even be uncomfortable - the only reason he was allowing Daniel to rebuff his attempts.

This though - this won’t do - this he will not tolerate.

His mate is beautiful to him all the time, but now, growing life inside him, life put there by Terry, so he will not have Daniel believe anything less than that.

And he will not longer be deprived of his mate in this state - Terry’s fingers itching to get his hands on his body and memorize the new softness and curves where sharp lines and bone used to be.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been letting you hide away, because I know the changes your body are going through are new but you aren’t to hide them away from me.

“And there is nothing to be ashamed of - your body is doing what it needs to do to provide for my pup.” He puts a finger under his chin forcing Daniel to look at him - “and that so the only thing that matters.”

“I like you that this as well.”

Daniel looks up at him suddenly.

“Being able to see what I’ve done to you - how your body is changing because of me ….

His grip on the robe loosens and Terry gently opens it, exposing the smooth tan skin hiding underneath.

“Now, we’re going to go out tonight, to your favourite place - I’ll be picking your outfit.”

He has not problem with Daniel wearing his clothes around the house - even if it is to hide the weight. He looks good in Terry’s clothes and he knows his little mate likes being surrounded by the safe smell of his alpha but he is going to start taking him out more - in outfits that are form fitting - Terry wants people to know as soon as they look at Daniel - what Terry has done to him.

Until then - he opens the bathrobe the rest of the way, small mounds where flat chest used to be, nipples swollen and a shade darker than normal.

He pinches at them, Daniel’s back arching, as he whimpers, pushing his thighs together in pleasure as Terry continues exploring them - cataloguing the changes in them. They’re thicker than normal and Terry knows they are textbook perfect for feeding their pup. He can’t wait until he starts producing from them.

The robe falls to his waist, leaving him totally exposed to his husband and Terry’s hands on his knees open his legs, Terry’s fingers creeping up to the warmth between them, the inviting wetness there.

“First I’m going to show you exactly how much I like you like this - in fact - I’ll probably have to keep you like this ….. you were made to be full of pups.”

Now I did have a story - You’re having My Baby - which is kind of touching on some similar themes (mainly chapter one - it was only supposed to be a one shot lol)

#ask #i got an ask 🤩#daniel larusso #cobra kai #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #ABO

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jeremy-ken-anderson · 2 years ago

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PoE Prog

The early game of Path of Exile is so weird, because there’s so much you don’t know! Like, you don’t know whether anything about the build you’re putting together is decent. You don’t know what it will take to get an outfit that has full sockets, and therefore how to plan.

But you are heavily rewarded for planning. Coming up with what you want on your passive skill tree before you start leveling is extremely valuable, enabling you to avoid going down suboptimal skill paths.

My build is a necromantic summoner, which makes things a little easier, as I can do a search for the word “minion” and find most of the skills I want. I'd go for the Ice Mage look, but there’s anti-synergy between Ice and Necro in the frozen condition sometimes resulting in enemies not leaving bodies behind. So I do a lot of lightning.

Generally you want to be able to answer a few questions, to make a good build:

How do I deal with a room full of weak enemies? My own minions, lightly supported by my arcing lightning spells. This is fast in aggregate, because I can run through a room of weaklings ignoring them entirely and trust my crew to clean up after me.

How do I deal with a single strong enemy? My weaker minions, the Raging Spirits, can be summoned quickly and explode when reduced to low hp. My stronger minions, the Zombies, can tank quite a lot and hit really hard. And my lightning inflicts Shocked, which causes the target to temporarily take extra damage.

How do I deal with an enemy or group getting in my face? I can drop a lightning zone that attacks on my behalf, and then Frostblink which is a short-range teleport that inflicts slowed/frozen on enemies in a radius on both sides of the teleport.

How about enemies firing a barrage from range? I often trust my Raging Spirits’ pathfinding, by getting behind cover and summoning from there. They then rush out and explode on my ranged foes. Some also get fouled up by the crowd of undead they’re firing through and can’t reach me with their shots in the first place.

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pedroschka · 2 years ago

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your one of my fave joe writers so here’s some prompts I’d love to see you work your ✨magic✨ on, ignore / do whatever just some ideas👀🙈

[ ] joe and reader going on a date to the aquarium? ✨✨✨

- [ ] I’m sure we’ve all seen that post from spain(?!) where joe brought everyone a round of shots and set a timer… but what about a blurb / imagine of that, but reader doesn’t drink OR OR there’s only one slice of lime/lemon left and two shots 👀👀

- [ ] Single mum reader x joe, in the middle of a date and the sitter calls as there’s an emergency👀👀👀

Dating app dilemma

Joseph Quinn x single!mum reader

A/n: ahh sorry it took me a while but I chose the third one, hope you like it! <3

Swiping left, left, left, hm not so bad...right, left again. Passing weird selfie poses, pictures with their pets...Where you would rather pick the pet, group pictures, pictures without their face on it, or the last category, simply not your type. Dating app dilemma.

Honestly, you didn't even know what you were looking for, after the first few minutes of swiping you knew that a Henry Cavill doppelganger was out of discussion. You just knew that after five years of being single and a growing collection inside your bedside table that it just wasn't enough anymore to soothe the aching feeling, you needed to get laid. You needed skin-to-skin. you needed intimacy with another person and not just five minutes alone with yourself and then rushing to pick up your daughter from school. So dating app it is.

After a little debate with yourself, while creating your profile and the question popping up if you're having children already you decided against it, it shouldn't matter if you were a single mum, it was just sex right? one night and never seeing each other again so why bother. this wasn't about her and you weren't interested in answering questions about her to total strangers. This was all about you.

It's easy to forget about yourself and your own needs when you're busy looking after another tiny human who is fully depending on you and your love and care. But now she's six and just started school, making friends, and rather wants to hang out with them after school and do sleepovers instead of spending her time with her mum. And that's okay. But you forgot how lonely it can get when coming home to an empty house and spending the night alone in your bed without a body to cuddle with.

After another few left swipes, your thump stills over the next profile. Joseph / 28 / actor. You scrolled through his pictures, him casually sitting with friends, drinking. A beany on his head, brown curls peaking out under it, smiling cheekily into the camera. the second with him, on the beach, shirtless, with sunglasses perched on his head and squinting into the camera. A good mixture between ordinary-looking but also hot and sweet British guy. The best one so far. His interests are nothing special though, reading, music, meeting friends, and going to theaters. But good enough to give it a try.

Taking the chance you decided to write him right away, luckily it was Friday so your daughter is gonna be with her friend until Saturday night, which means a nearly full day for you.

" hi, fancy a coffee tomorrow, see how it goes?"

Now it's on him to answer.

Luckily for both of you, you received a match half an hour later and his answer with suggestions for whereabouts and time. Perfect.

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After getting off the phone with your daughter, just checking in on how it's going you started to make yourself ready for your date, could you even call it a date?

Joe and you agreed on meeting in a cafe luckily just a few walking minutes away from your home and you would lie to yourself if you would say you were not nervous, you couldn't remember when the last time was when you rummaged through your closet, changing your outfit over five times, angry with yourself for not owning anything near sexy, wardrobe full of comfy clothes. Burning yourself on your curling iron because in your head you already were ten steps ahead, rethinking your conversation topics because sadly, you can't have a one-night stand with a total stranger without having to talk to him first. Cleaning your flat, hiding everything that screams "here lives a child", and even making your bed even though you know you have to do it again after (hopefully) having sex in it. You were a mess to put it lightly.

As you arrived you quickly searched over the few guests hoping to still recognize him. A man is sitting in the right corner, sunglasses perched on his head full of tousled brown curls, a brown shirt with the last button ignored, and a necklace around his neck. Yep, that's him.

Walking straight up to him, he eventually lifted his head and after a few seconds he recognised you, a shy smile spreading across his lips as he stood up to greet you with a hug

A bit taken by surprise by this but also relieved that he made the decision for you on how to greet each other. Just the small touch seems to decrease your nerves on a more pleasant level where you don't feel like throwing up any second anymore.

You both sat down across from each other and you felt like you had been thrown back into your last job interview. His big brown eyes meet yours and create the most intense eye contact you only knew from when your daughter was still a newborn and kept staring at you with her big owlish eyes full of curiosity. But instead of melting into a puddle out of pure love you now stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights, trying to think of anything to sell yourself just right but your mind is clouded with anxiety and your fight-or-flight response is kicking in and you're ready to flee.

" So are we ready to order?"

His question is simple but still manage to overwhelm you

"Oh…yeah yeah sure "

Your whole appearance has to come off as very uncomfortable and just miserable because his next words made you look at him horrified

"Oh man, this is not how you imagined this, is it? Am I looking worse in real life?"

"Wha…no of course not! I'm so sorry! I'm not been on a date for a long time, to be honest between the guy with the picture of him and his dog with matching sunglasses and the other guy who asked me if I was more of a cheese or a ham kinda girl you are a jackpot already!" You panic, do you seriously fucked this all up in under five minutes because of your own body language betraying you?

Before you can spiral even more in self-pity you hear a deep cackle, oh he's laughing. it was a joke.

" I feel flattered, that's some serious competition I got here! I'm so glad you chose me!" he touched his chest in fake surprise

You giggled at his silliness, thankful that he was trying to lose up this whole situation and creating a comfortable atmosphere for both of you.

"But really, cheese or ham?" He raised one comical eyebrow, tilting his head a little, and looked at you expectantly making you giggle again

"I'm vegan so neither"

"Oh good to know! What do you usually order instead of normal coffee? Maybe I could give it a try " his entire demeanor changes instantly again, and he looks genuinely interested with his arms on the table, leaning forward.

Surprised by his unbiased reaction, not being used to not having to explain yourself or start a discussion over your chosen lifestyle you give him a grateful smile

" You usually can just ask for any non-dairy milk for your coffee but when I'm feeling extra fancy I like to order a vegan whipped coffee, that's basically just coffee and coconut sugar whisked together until it's super fluffy on top of any non-dairy milk, so it kinda looks like a caramel turd floating around" instantly cringing at your description for it you hide your face behind your hands " I...I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to compare food with poop I'm sorry "

"No, it sounds delicious! I think I'm gonna order the caramel turd " he starts laughing with you, still not taking his eyes off you. Giving you his full undivided attention like you are the only person that matters right now.

You can't remember the last time you laughed so much, Joe surprised you with one silly question or bad joke after another, at one point even imitating accents while reading the dishes on the menu, making you choke on your coffee which ended with him tapping you on the back and handing you a napkin to dry your teary eyes all while still giggling.

Right in the middle of him telling you the random story of how he got the little scar on his forehead you got interrupted by your phone ringing, seeing your friend's name on the display where your daughter is staying right now, You grimaced, signaling him that you're sorry but have to take it.

" What's going on?" You already have a bad feeling about this ,why else would she call

" I'm so sorry to bother but she has thrown up and is feeling a bit sick, I think It would be better if you could pick her up?"

" Yes yes of course" you looked at Joseph, who pretends to not listen to your call and inspected the menu with great interest " give me 20 minutes " at this he locks eyes with you and you could see his disappointment, guilt creeping up inside of you " thank you, bye!" You ended the call, closed your eyes frustrated, and taking a deep breath before looking at Joe again

"I'm so sorry but something really important came up and I really have to go" you're already standing up and collecting your bag, unbelievably uncomfortable and feeling like the rudest person having to cut it all off like this with no explanation for him.

"Oh uhm…yeah ok" he stood up too, looking bummed and equally unsure of how to act now "bye… I guess?"

"But it was really nice meeting you…bye" quickly turning towards the door, leaving Joe standing in front of two unfinished cups of coffee with hanging shoulders and multiple questions swimming around his head, asking himself if he did something wrong, maybe was too intrusive. Did you used one of those fake calls to get away from him? He really thought you both had a great time until now.

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After taking care of your daughter and putting her in her bed you slumped yourself into the sofa grabbed a pillow beside you and pushed your face into it, muffling your frustrated groan. One date. The first date after five years and you fucked it up.

Deep inside you knew that this wasn't over the missed opportunity of getting laid, maybe it never was and you hoped for a deeper connection again.

Grabbing your phone from the table you searched for Joe's profile, it was just fair to explain yourself to him and apologize again right?! You still could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes and you just can't handle the guilt.

You open the chat, and after writing, deleting, and writing again you just clicked on send

" Hey again. I feel really bad about how it ended today I had a really great time with you and thought I owe you an explanation at least. I have a six-year-old daughter and she was with her friend but she got sick and threw up so I had to pick her up. sorry for wasting your time ."

There was still a tiny spark of hope that maybe he was still interested and wanted to give this a second chance and even if not, to be mature enough to communicate this with you and not choose the easy way and just ghost you.

You watch in disappointment as the 'online' switched off and you were left on read.

the tiny spark goes out as quickly as a candle in the wind and it hurts, but you refuse to even shed a single tear about him

His lost.

Your disappointment morphed into anger at him and at yourself. What a silly idea to start trusting men again, you saw the last five years that you're fine without them. You should just focus on your daughter again. Why even waste your time going on dates with some arseholes who have the maturity level of your six-year-old, hell even she has more because she wouldn't ghost someone because they have a kid. Fuck him. fuck men.

The notification for a new message instantly forces you out of your empowering "stay single"- motivation speech and enlightens the spark right back as you gawk at his answer, neglecting everything you told yourself just seconds ago.

" So tomorrow, same place, same time? :)"

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn fanfic #joe quinn #fanfiction #request #Joseph quinn x single!mum reader

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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Crackin’ the Code

prompt: Harry and YN tie the knot in a beautiful castle off the coat of Italy. Harry reflects back on his life before his love. YN has past insecurities creep on on her before the wedding.

note: this is the necklace that YN receives as (one) her wedding gifts from H and she wears it during the ceremony.

word count: 9k

warnings: smut

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The world expected an extravagant wedding with week-long festivities, celebrations in destinations only the richest could afford, and all the big names of the business world who ran in his circle.

The media outlets were just waiting, quite impatiently, for the day that the richest man in Europe settled down with a significant other. They would have news stories for decades when it came to the couple.

Of course, Harry Styles was going to marry a household name - the public thought.

Whether it be an heiress, a model, maybe even an actress? The choices for the most eligible bachelor were limitless.

Any time he was at an event, usually a charity gala or black-tie dinner, paparazzi would take candid pictures of him with any female and then the following day publish an article about how they were a couple.

However, what the world didn’t know was that he’s been in a relationship for a year and a half, has already been engaged after the eight month mark, and moved into pretty soon after but that was hushed.

Nearly no one except a few key employees and family members knew about the couple. Everyone in his office building in the heart of London had to sign NDA’s at the beginning of their job - though almost all of them didn’t know she existed.

Harry did not put any limits on YN for the wedding planning.

No price, no expectations, nothing. If she wanted ten-thousand people or zero people in attendance that was her call. If she wanted to drop ten million dollars on a wedding or a hundred that was fine too.

The CEO never fantasized about a wedding.

Well he had but no in the terms most do. He didn’t sit and imagine the venue, the food menu, or the decorations.

No, he didn’t care about any of that, he daydreamed about the fact that he and someone would commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.

Harry wanted to marry his fiance after their first date.

He was usually a very patient man, couldn’t have gotten where he was if he wasn’t. When it came to this, each day he wasn’t married to the love of his life felt like torture.

Since he proposed to her in his briefs in their bedroom, he had imagined her looking immaculate in whatever she chose to wear, exchanging vows of devotion, and then being tied together for life.

He never thought he would get here. He’d never felt a connection with someone like he had with the feisty waitress who bumped into him. Begin to believe that he was broken or lacking emotion because no matter how sweet the girl was he couldn’t see himself with the person.

Don’t get him wrong.

He took many women out on dates that were downright awful. Asking him about money, suggesting he take them on expensive vacations or buy them a designer item, being too forward and palming his crotch in the middle of dinner.

One of the last dates he went on before he gave up was the one that made him stop looking all together, about six months before he ran in YN.

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It was an expensive restaurant in the heart of London. It had a waitlist for months but one call and they could magically make an available booth for the billionaire within the hour.

The girl he was sitting across from was a so-to-speak blind date.

A set up by one of his business partners who stated that they would be a good match. Harry had rolled his eyes at that but couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough to say ‘no.’

Her name was Aria, she had a respectable job at a local law firm as an assistant to a very well-known lawyer in the area.

She was beautiful in the way of looking just like an instagram model with long dark extensions, false eyelashes that made it hard to determine what color her eyes were, and an outfit that made Harry a bit embarrassed to be seen with her - short and low cut at a five-star restaurant.

“Yeah, I just got back from Mallorca with a group of friends,” She tells him, flipping through the photo album on her phone to show him pictures.

When she ‘accidentally’ swipes (and slowly swipes) again so that Harry definitely gets a glimpse of a nude selfie.

Harry internally groans, couldn’t be less turned on by that, and doesn’t acknowledge it - much to Aria's disappointment.

She was fishing for a compliment, maybe a request for him to take the phone and look closer at the picture like most men would.

Instead he sits back, takes a sip of his wine, and nods curtly, “It looks like you had a good time.”

She stumbles for a second, confused by his sudden standoffishness, and clicks her phone locked before putting it next to her on the table, “Did I offend you?”

He was already done with the date, with the dating scene, with fucking everything honestly.

What a goddamn waste of a night.

Harry barks out a cruel laugh, “It takes a lot more to offend me than a picture of y’tits but it’s a bit offensive that y’think so little of yourself that you think that’s how y’going to impress me. Those tits didn’t impress me much, darling.”

Aria’s eyes narrow in blatant disbelief at how much of an asshole he was being.

Granted, she did feel a bit of embarrassment creeping up in her stomach about thinking showing him that picture was a good idea but still, he didn’t need to react like that.

“It really makes sense why you don’t have a girlfriend, it’s because of what an asshole you are,” The girl sneers with venom as she tucks her phone into her clutch, swigging down the last drops of the expensive wine.

He shrugs like he’s unbothered, a nasty feeling quilling in the pit of his stomach as he keeps an outward expression of nonchalance and ease, it make the raven-haired woman even more furious as he replies cooly, “I’m not being an asshole, honesty hurts sometimes. Maybe if you think the way you attract someone is by nude pictures, you should try Tinder or Bumble.”

“I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have,” Aria tells him before pushing out her chair and leaving before the main course even arrives.

Harry sits there for a moment, swallowing and pleading with himself to not let the nasty words set in because they felt too real and too personal - she had actually struck some type of chord within and it had his stomach churning.

When he pays the bill, apologizing profusely for leaving dinner before the entree arrives but with an excuse of a company emergency - it’s eerily quiet in his car as he drives home to his massive home with no one in it.

It doesn’t happen often.

He should call his mum, Gemma, Dorothy even to talk it out but he feels so fucking alone because he can’t get it right. He can’t connect with anyone and it is starting to feel hopeless.

He is angry, so angry at himself, that he can’t shake the feeling of it and he feels like he’s losing control because he never fucking talks about his emotions.

A beautiful set of dishware was sitting out his dining room table, the housekeeper had carefully unwrapped them earlier in the day.

They were imported from Beijing, decorated with real gold, and handcrafted. It had cost him nearly forty-thousand dollars for a set of fucking plates and bowls.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

It is repeatedly on a loop in his head, glares at the items on the dinner table like they’re mocking him, and he has no wits about himself before he’s taking one of the beautiful bowls and throwing it against the wall as hard as possible.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

By the time he’s done, his chest is heaving, and his face is red.

When reality starts to set back in, every single item from the set is destroyed on the floor, the wall’s paint chipped from where he’d hurled them.

He was so fucked up.

Harry couldn’t help but relieve the feelings of that nasty flashback. He couldn’t believe that he had been at that point in his life - not when he had the most all-consuming, amazing in every single way woman laying next to him in his bed.

YN had shown Harry that he had never been broken, he had just been waiting.

She was his soulmate and he had been waiting for her since forever. He truly believed that as he looked at the girl next to him with enough emotion his heart might burst.

She was just...everything.

YN was so fucking funny - the funniest person Harry had ever met. She was loving in a way that made you feel like you belonged. Compassionate in a way that makes you want to be more selfless yourself. Intelligent enough that it was breathtaking and unreal - and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

She was uncaring of who Harry was - in the most perfect way.

Money wasn’t a personality trait that she defined him with. She loved him for who he was at the bare basics, stripped away from his public life.

She was confident in a way that girls rarely were.

Bared face and more beautiful than the highest-paid models.

Her body was her own, embracing every curve and inch of it without any shame. Let herself be authentic in front of Harry which made him feel like he had won a secret lottery.

Right now, she was fast asleep next to him in bed after stuffing herself full of oreos that she was dunking in milk. She ignored Harry’s looks of disgust at the soggy cookies and munched away happily which made him happy in turn.

She still had a dark crumb on the corner of her puffy lips, her mouth parted just the slightest amount, and her face smushed halfway into the pillow.

The shirt she had on was so oversized she was swimming in it and a pair of soft pink cheeky underwear.

Currently, she was the farthest thing from graceful and Harry loved that so fucking much.

As they lay mere days away from their wedding, remembering that nasty flashback, he can’t help but remember their first date and how he had known from them that he had finally found a spark, a connection to another human being.

Harry cannot remember the last time he had been nervous.

Maybe back in his teenage years? If that.

It was an unsettling feeling that was currently pooling in the pit of his stomach as he changed his outfit for the third time before finally being somewhat satisfied with the suit he had picked out - tighter black jeans, black button-up, black blazer - couldn’t go wrong there. ***

YN had texted him asking what she should wear for their first date when Harry told her he was going to keep it simple and take her to a restaurant.

He had to dress nice, it was an expensive restaurant that he had not taken any other dates to before, it was right outside of London - going towards the countryside with a beautiful view of a meadow and stream.

When he had arrived in front of her apartment, well he had never been on this side of town, and it quite frankly looked like the roof of her building was about to collapse at any minute. It was rough to say the least.

Harry had picked out a car he thought would impress her. He remembered her saying the doors of his Lamborghini were stupid so he picked a car with normal doors this time. It was his new Audi Quattro that had cost him upwards of 170,000 pounds. ***

YN had popped out of the front door, her face didn’t read impressed when she saw the car like he had hoped. It was interesting before YN, he did not care whether or not his dates were impressed by him - now he craved it.

She looked extraordinary in a form fitting silky black dress that hugged every single curve of her body perfectly while accentuating them at the same time. Minimal makeup, loose waves, and simple high heels - it was like a dream that he was taking this girl out on a date. ***

When she slips into the passenger seat, the smell of her floral yet cinnamon perfume makes the car smell heavenly, she looks over at him and says, “You didn’t even come open the door for me. We’re off to a bad start, Harry.”

His heart sinks, fuck - he had been blindsided by her beauty that he wasn’t even being a proper gentleman, “M’so sorry, I wa-”

She chirps out a tender laugh, patting his arm, “You’re face, oh my god. I was just fucking with you.”

Harry’s frown turns into a pout, “S’not nice, pet.”

YN shrugs before a bit self-consciously adjusting the fabric around her midsection, “Erm, I hope this outfit is nice enough? It’s really the only semi-decent thing I own.”

He shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’look absolutely stunning. I can’t even believe y’real to be honest, so fuckin’ pretty.”

YN gives him a shy, unsure smile but he can tell she’s preening at the compliment internally (which she totally is).

The restaurant is one of the nicest in England, let alone London.

There wasn’t even a menu, they just served eight courses over a few hours time by servers in suits with bowties on.

YN had never felt more out of place.

As they sat down, Harry was proud that he was able to show off his abilities for a good date, YN was looking around nervously before looking up at the server and saying, “We didn’t get menus yet.”

The man gives her a humorous expression before telling her, “We don’t do menus here, miss. Your date is a regular, I am sure he can fill you in. However, we are starting off with a Cabernet from 2001 imported from Napa, California.”

As he pours the wine into their sparkling glasses, she asks unknowingly, “I don’t really like wine. Is there any way I could get a Coke?”

Harry frowns when the server laughs meanly at her, “Ma’am this isn’t McDonald’s. We do not carry soda. I can provide you with water, if you so wish.”

Harry can’t help but snap at the waiter, “Oi, she’s never been here before. Lay off with the attitude alright?”

“My apologies, Mr. Styles,” He murmurs obediently before finishing the pouring off the whine and retreating from the table.

YN is trying to hide how uncomfortable she is but it is still obvious with how she fidgets in her seat, doesn’t quite know what to do with her hands as she doesn’t even bother to reach towards the wine glass.

“This isn’t really your scene, is it?” Harry murmurs, embarrassment with his failure to impress her with an expensive car and dinner.

It was falling flat and it was the only thing he knew how to do - flaunt his wealth, everyone else had always been impressed.

“No, it isn’t,” She agrees quietly, fingers folding the edges of the cloth napkin to keep her anxiousness directed somewhere, “I appreciate this, er, dinner. I thought we were going to go somewhere like Mary’s.”

Mary’s was a restaurant that was considered ‘nice’ to the commoners in the city. It was a bit more expensive than a pub and the attire was a bit fancier than if you were going out to a bar.

For someone like Harry, that was not considered a fancy restaurant.

However, YN was not him and this was not something that she had ever been accustomed to. He now definitely felt like an idiot.

It’s made even worse when a massive plate is put in front of each of them.

The plate is huge but the dish is merely one scallop with a lemon sauce and sprinkle of parsley on top. YN can’t even try to hide her confusion at the food.

“I’ve mucked this date up,” Harry sighs, nearly thirty minutes into the actual date.

YN had taken a small bite of the scallop before setting down her fork and not touching it again - it tasted like dirty feet. Did rich people like that taste?

She decides not to answer directly, “I already know you have money. It doesn’t ‘wow’ me. I was hoping for a fun date, this is….nice but quite truthfully, not for me. I prefer a pub or bowling - this feels more like a business meeting.”

Harry usually doesn’t have dates that are this honest with him.

He feels embarrassed but he really did appreciate her honesty. He should have known to do something different than this but he was comfortable with his normal pattern.

“Can we get out of here?” YN asks, placing the napkin back on the table and gathering up her small purse to swing over her shoulder.

He feels defeated as he nods, paying for the meal in full as he accepts that he’s fucked up the date beyond repair by being an arrogant, ignorant asshole who doesn’t truly know how to talk to a girl he likes.

It’s quiet as he starts the car and pulls back onto the road, he startles a bit when YN points to a glowing sign of a golden arch and demands, “Go there.”

With a bit of confusion, Harry pulls into the McDonald’s parking lot and then to the drive-thru as she motions for him to do so.

God, he hasn’t been to a fast food joint in years now if he was being honest.

When they pull up to the screen, YN leans across and shoots out their food order with ease before sitting back with a smug smile, “We’re going to have a date my way.”

Harry sighs with relief when he realizes the date isn’t over - but really just beginning. They sit and chat in the parking lot. He is thoroughly impressed when YN manages a box of nuggets, a fry, and a milkshake without shame.

Not like she should be shameful - just usually on dates women were hesitant to actually eat and instead picked carefully at their food instead. Their conversation in the car is bright, at some points deep and meaningful, but refreshing. It made him feel young again.

After they finished eating, she’s ordering him to drive a bit further out into the country where he can’t help but make the joke, “Are y’taking me somewhere to kill me?” YN smiles happily with a wide grin, “You’ll just have to wait to see.”

It ends up being a lake. A beautiful body of water that was surrounded by trees that were being reflected into the ripples with the light of the moon. The only sounds were of crickets chirping and the light lapping of the water against the small shore. ***

“I used to come here a lot in the summer in high school,” YN murmurs as Harry takes in the scenery of everything. It had been so long since he had appreciated nature - not the bright clear waters in the tropics but something like this.

“S’beautiful,” Harry replies, can’t help but observe this girl he’s infatuated beauty in the moonlight.

Her skin looks like it’s glowing, the moon sparkling off the twinkle of her iries, and she just looked...ethereal. Like she belonged in the beauty of the wilderness.

He couldn’t believe his eyes - had to blink harshly a few times to make sure he’s not imagining it when she pulls the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders and shimmy the garment down her body until she’s left in a delicate lace bra and cheeky pair of underwear.

Harry, always the gentleman, keeps his eyes (with effort) on her face. Unsure of what is going on in her mind before she turns around with a little run and dives headfirst into the deep waters before popping back up and giggling, “Jump in!”

She’s just so...carefree, adventurous. Harry hadn’t felt free in fucking years.

It has him shucking out of all of his clothing, just down to his tight black briefs before he’s diving in, right next to her, and feeling around. He wraps his hand around her ankle to teasingly tug her under with him before they both surface.

As they wad in the water, YN swims over to him, and wraps her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Her soaking wet hair was dripping and he was breathing heavy, feeling his ribcage expand against her soft tummy.

She murmurs quietly over the light lapping over the water, “You haven’t even looked at me once.”

Harry swallows, feeling like a schoolboy again, “I...I didn’t want to without permission.”

“I want you to look at me,” YN replies, letting her nose nudge his and her eyes searching into his nervous ones.

He nods, closing his eyes when he feels her lips brush his, letting his large palms grip at her sides and pull her closer to his chest. Their lips not breaking when his hands begin to explore the intricate, plush curves of her body.

They don’t do anything else, don’t go any further but he groaning when she traces her fingertips down his muscular, defined abs and thumb rubbing over the trail of light hair leading into his briefs.

After a swim, filled with splashing and dunking, they retired to lay in the grass. Both of their backs, looking up at the clear night sky, moon full and stars glittering against the stark darkness that surrounds it.

YN wriggle until she’s tucked into his side, hand running up and down his chest, as she says, “I’m sorry your date didn’t go as planned. I ruined it.”

“Y’didn’t ruin anything. I...I haven’t felt like this in a long time,” Harry admits as he gives off an embarrassed laugh, “I..I’m a little bit scared, to be honest.”

“Scared? Of what?” YN asks, lips pressing against a tattoo on his bare shoulder.

“Because I already am falling for you,” Harry utters, heart racing and his eyes glued upwards and pointedly not wanting to see her interaction.

“That’s a relief.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “A relief?”

“Yeah, I would say. I’m falling too,” YN whispers before leaning up to connect their lips once more as the moon rises further in the sky and the crickets sing a little louder. They lay like that for a very long time.

Harry went home that night for the first time not feeling the empty weight of his loneliness, instead he feel asleep imagining the beautiful, spontaneous girl next to him in his bed.

It wasn’t going to be the wedding everyone expected for The Harry Styles. **

There was not many invites set out for this event. It wasn’t the wedding of the century or the most expensive wedding of the decade.

Harry would have let his wife-to-be have this day however she wanted without complaint but could say he was very happy that it was going to a be a low-key event. It was going to be some of YN’s family, though she didn’t have much, and Harry’s extended family. No one from work or business. Just family.

They had just gotten finished with the rehearsal dinner, the couple being ordered to separate rooms for the final night before they were married. It was tradition.

Harry had walked YN to her hotel room, they were staying at the venue, and pressed her up against the door. His hand coming to weave into her meticulously curled hair and cupping the back of her head, bring her mouth to his.

He wastes no time in letting his tongue find hers, hips coming to press her further back against the aged wood, and his teeth nipping roughly at her plump bottom lip, “Baby, y’gonna be m’wife tomorrow.”

YN’s eyes twinkle up at him like they did during their first date, “I can’t wait. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

His fiance laughs kindly as he gets a bit watery eyed, her thumb coming to swipe under his eye, she jokes, “Are you regretting proposing now?”

“Just never knew I could be this happy,” He murmurs against her lips, can’t help but reach around to grip a generous amount of her backside and pulling her flush against him where he’s hardening quickly.

“Mm, down boy. You don’t get the goods until tomorrow,” YN scolds, hand wrapping around his wrist and squeaking when he squeezes harder to get the point across - how much he wants her, all the fucking time.

“Want it now, pet,” Harry whines lowly, grinding his hips forward into her, “Give it t’me, y’mouth, y’cun-”

“Alright lovebirds! Separate now!” Gemma barks to interrupt with the laughter of their childhood friend Chloe.

They pull Harry by the back of the shirt and push him forward towards his room, Gemma smiles back at YN, “Make him put a ring on it before you give it to him!”

“Gem!” Harry scolds with a whine, giving his fiance puppy dog eyes and a pouted bottom lip, “Baby, don’t let them take me!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you!” YN shouts back, waving and smiling to herself as she opens up the door to her room and then locking it after she steps in. It feels weird being in a hotel room without him but she was a bit sweaty and her nerves were wiry so she decided a nice bath would be a good idea.

It’s past two in the morning and she was no less ready to find sleep. The worries of whether everything will be set up properly, if she’ll stutter during her vows, there were just so many things that could go wrong.

Life didn’t even seem real at this moment.

She was marrying her husband at an amazing castle on the coast of italy with family to surround them in love. She had the perfect dress, the perfect flowers, the perfect partner. ***

She had never had it easy. Never thought she would deserve something like this. Harry had made her feel worthy of all this, they deserved to have a happy ever after.

When it hits three in the morning, she can’t stand the quiet of the italian countryside anymore, and is swinging her legs over the bed. She pockets the keycard Harry gave her earlier in the day in her cotton shorts before sneaking out of her room.

After she taps the card to the sensor, the large oak doorknob clicks, she slips in and closes the door as silently as possible. YN steps in to the room, Harry's asleep in his bed on his stomach, face smushed into the pillow.

Harry’s facial expression and body language while he was awake was so severe, serious, intimidating. In sleep, his face was lax and his limbs loose. He looked more boyish when he was dreaming.

YN’s heart aches at how much she loves him, pulling the covers up, and crawling under them until she’s jostling him unintentionally, waking him from his light sleep with a mumble, “Baby, y’okay? Wha’s wrong? Y’alright?”

She giggles at his dazy panic, “I just missed you.”

“Mmm,” Harry agrees, pulling her all the way down and rolling on top of her, “Missed y’more.”

“You’re like a toaster!” YN squeals as he’s encompasses her, laying on her with his weight. His lips finding her pulse point and gently sucking. He was barely awake and he still couldn’t stop himself from her finding comfort in her body.

“I’m warmin’ y’up,” Harry growls against her neck before giving her a lick which has her giggling even more and pushing him off until he falls on his back and she’s swing her legs over his waist, straddling him.

“Y’breakin’ the tradition, m’heart.”

YN shrugs, humming while he palms at her belly, and she (much to his disappointment) ignores where he’s hard and waiting for her.

“I want t’sleep with you,” She pleas sheepishly, leaning all the way over to connect their lips in a quickie peck before she’s moving off of him and into his side.

“Never say no to you, y’know that, dovie,” Harry replies as if it’s obvious (it is).

“We’re getting married tomorrow,” YN whispers into the dark, like it’s a secret just between the two.

Harry nuzzles his nose against her temple, “Never wanted anythin’ more than I want you.”

YN can’t help but sniffle softly, overwhelmed with emotion and love, “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You saved me. You saved me from myself, from where I was going. You gave me hope, feeling again. Y’are m’heart, it fuckin’ beats for you.”

It may not be tradition but YN wouldn’t of had it any other way, sleeping in a magnificent castle on the ethereal coast of Italy in a classic hotel room, and the excitement of their wedding rumbling in both of their stomachs.

“You sneaky bastards!” Bethany screeches, door flinging open with Gemma in tow as they intrude into Harry’s room - finding the couple curled up under the covers with Harry spooning YN with his face tucked into her hair.

“Fuck off,” Harry groans, pulling his fiance closer into his chest as she wriggles awake and whimpers lowly, “Mornin’ lovie.”

“Out out!” Gemma shoos, pulling the covers off of them and the sisters showing no mercy while they yank YN out of the bed and titter about how she needs to start getting ready, no time for cuddles, breaking traditions.

“Bring her back!” He whines childishly, hurling a pillow at his sister’s retreating back as they guide YN back to her own room.

“You’ll see her in a few hours!” Gemma shouts back before slamming the hotel room door and leaving Harry to doze off for just a few more minutes.

Hair and makeup went fast.

It was getting closer and closer to actually walking down the aisle towards her soon-to-be life partner and she’s never felt more nervous.

Rosemary and Bethany were all rushing around - attempting to get ready in the midst of getting the bride ready.

YN didn’t want to look like a doll or have any intense makeup. It was a soft champagne smokey eye with dewy skin and a glowing highlight. A nice lip with a bit of glittering gloss.

Her hair was in big, loose curls that cascaded down her back with the front pulled off of her face. A real white flower holding it back.

Then it was the dress. She was anxious about whether Harry would like it or not. She wasn’t sure what he was expecting her to wear - a massive ball gown, a form-fitting mermaid, or something less over-the-top?

It was a show-stopper that had her memorized when she had first seen it - could automatically imagined herself getting married in Italy with this on her body.

It was also one of the only times she didn’t even care about the price tag - she knew this was it. Yes, it was absurd to spend fifty thousand pounds on a dress but it was the one time she took advantage of Harry’s wealth.

It was flowy, reminding her of the soft waves that lapped at the coast of the italian beaches. It was sophisticated, classy with a sharp starch white that billowed into a dreamlike beauty.

What had made her fall in love was the sheer, detailed sleeves that gave the dress more of a vintage, glamour appearance than the modern tight-fit, overly sexy gowns that most brides wore nowawadays. ***

The train was long and sleek. It would trail beautifully down the aisle before being bustled for the reception. It made her feel confident in a way that an item of clothing next had made her feel before.

“Your tits look amazing,” Bethany compliments before giggling when their grandmum pinches her arm for her crude language.

YN couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She felt like her voice was stuck in her throat and it wasn’t moving.

It started to feel real.

The fact that Harry had proposed, had planned a wedding with her, that he was agreeing to marrying her today.

It was starting to scare her - no, not cold feet but anxiety that he would realize that he could do better than the lowly waitress.

Now, on a normal day, she wouldn’t be having these irrational thoughts. Today was different and it felt too good to be true.

Rosemary and Bethany sense the tension in the room, rub her shoulders, and respect her wishes when she asked for a moment alone.

YN debates picking up her phone, knowing he was busy with his bigger side of the family in the groom’s suite.

She finds herself picking up her mobile, dialing his number, and waiting with bated breath for his syrupy, warm voice to pour through the speaker.

“Everythin’ okay?” He answers, she can hear Anne and Gemma tittering about in the background, yelling at him to get a move on.

“I’m scared,” YN whispers, she holds back her tears because the last thing she wanted to do was ruin her meticulous makeup.

“Leavin’ me at the altar?” Harry jokes lowly, stepping away from prying ears.

YN giggles at his teasing tone, “Never. I��I feel like this is all too good to be true. Like it’s a dream and I’m going to wake up.”

Harry huffs, “Sweetheart. Y’my soulmate, if y’wake up - I’m right there with you, okay? God, if anyone is dreamin’ it’s me. I get t’marry the most beautiful, intelligent -“

Gemma’s voice interrupts him, “You already seduced her into marrying you! We don’t have time for this sweet talk!”

The line goes dead but YN feels much better now.

—

Rosemary was going to be the one walking her down the aisle to her new husband. It didn’t feel right to have anyone else do it as she was the one who raised her into the strong, independent woman she was today.

YN knew she wanted to have an outside wedding.

What would be more perfect than a cool evening in Italy? It was what she had dreamed about since she was little without the idea that it would ever happen.

The weather was absolutely perfect. There was a slight warm breeze that would keep the guests from being overheated, the sun was peeking in and out of vibrant white clouds that complimented the blue sky.

She knew exactly where Harry would be standing.

Underneath a beautiful, dated archway with intricate designs about.

The old material had lovingly grown luscious ivy that kissed the walls in a swirling, natural design.

YN would never forget how beautiful that ivy had looked on her wedding day, encompassing the magnificent that was her soon-to-be husband.***

The venue was open, airy but still gave off an intimacy. There weren't many rows of chairs because not many were invited to share in such an ethereal experience where soulmates have found each other and were announcing their commitment to the world.

“Are you ready, my daughter?” Her grandmother had asked quietly as they lined up behind the expansive, old brick wall that hides them from the rest of the ceremony and crowd. She could hear the whispering as people took their seats.

YN nods, her vocal cords refusing to cooperate as she imagines Harry just as nervous on the opposite side with his family.

When the twinkling, traditional music begins from the small orchestra off to the side - the realization hits her - it is actually happening, right now.

Bethany puts her bouquet in front of her, giving one last meaningful smile at her sister before she takes her cue to turn the corner and begins her walk down the aisle.

It meant Harry was up there, watching as she was about to appear.

Then the orchestra’s melody became louder, more grand in the signaling for the guests to stand and turned toward the back of the room - awaiting the bride’s entrance to the ceremony.

Rosemary takes the initiative to hook their arms and guide her past the wall.

YN clutches onto her own flowers as if it’s her lifeline. ***

Every fear, insecurity, moment of self-doubt dissipates when her eyes connect to Harry’s. There is no longer a doubt in her mind that she wasn’t enough. It was a deep, unbreakable stare as Harry’s mouth parts in a gasp of awe.

He was in a suit that was undeniably him. It displayed how fucking regal he was, how it looked like he was handcrafted into the italian design, how it fit him just perfectly.

It wasn’t a normal tuxedo. It was a perfectly tailored, custom (of course) Gucci suit that excentuate his broad shoulders and the nip of his narrow hips *** ***.

YN can’t even hear the noise of the guests - whispering about how beautiful she looks.

All she can see is her future husband, who swallows harshly as an unexpected sob wracks through his chest at the sight of his bride.

The guests can’t help but look with wide eyes as the man they know - who they’ve barely ever seen smile, let alone cry, cannot control his emotions.

Gemma, who was his ‘best man’ which they deemed ‘best woman’, rubs his back soothingly with a watery smile herself at seeing her brother so estastatic as he looks at the woman of his dreams.

Harry rubs his eyes before meeting hers again.

YN is holding back her own tears as she reaches the end of the aisle.

In tradition as old as time, Harry steps forward and Rosemary passes her hand over to him in a signal that she trusts him to take care of the girl she’s spent meticulous time raising and cultivating into the person she is today.

“I trust you to take care of my girl, she is now yours,” Rosemary tells Harry, her tone is calm and full of emotion as she allows Harry to lean over to kiss her cheek softly.

Harry nods, his usually stable voice shaky as he replies, “I promise, I’ll take care of her until the day I die.”

Rosemary nods before patting his cheek and finding her seat in the audience.

When they are finally standing face-to-face, YN reaches over to thumb off a stray tear that was sliding down his cheek before he turns his head to kiss her thumb then kissing her palm.

Harry didn’t even acknowledge that there was anyone else watching - it was just him and her.

“Y’look breathtaking, can’t believe y’mine,” Harry murmurs trembling, his chest moving faster than usual and it felt like it was nearly impossible for him to catch his breath as he looked at the woman in front of him.

When it comes to the vows, Bethany hands over her small piece of paper that she had scribbled onto and scratched out multiple times - never quite able to get the wording just right and she says just that.

“I couldn’t find the right words to explain my love for you,” She starts, voice raspy as she looks up to see Harry watching her raptly, eyes intense and only focused on her.

“And maybe there aren’t even words to explain it because nothing felt like enough. It is how I feel a lot of the time with you. I’ll never have enough of you because you’re all-consuming to me. I have never felt happiness like I have with you.”

YN is trying to stifle her tears as she continues, Harry reaches out to rub her arm in reassurance then he lightly brushes over the new necklace he had gifted her, “You’re by far the most complex, closed-off person I have ever met. I feel like you’ve allowed me to crack the code and once I did, I wasn’t disappointed. I’ve cracked my own code, you see.”

“The code to explaining my feelings for you will come with my dedication, love, loyalty to be your wife for the rest of our lives.”

Harry can’t help what he does next despite it not falling in line at the ceremony.

His hands come up to cup her jaw and he sears his lips to hers, kissing her with all the passion and emotion he cannot seem to keep in any longer. It’s too much, has to show her in that moment how much he loves her.

A few of his uncles whistle from the crowd as their wives smack their chests in warning.

YN giggles, returning the kiss before pushing him off.

The look in his eyes is one she knows extremely well - it sends shivers down her spine and makes her hair stand on end -, the stare down of lust and want.

“Mr. Styles,” The officiant redirects, nodding towards the piece of paper he has in his hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Harry mumbles, unraveling the wrinkled notecard he had tucked in his inner suit pocket.

“I knew I was in love with you the moment you spilled that drink on me and undressed me in that dodgy employee bathroom,” Harry says with full sincerity, smirking at YN’s blush when he brings up the way they met.

“I tried to talk myself out of it. It was impossible to fall in love in mere minutes of meeting someone but it was the truth. I knew after our first date that I wanted y’to be m’wife. I knew after the second that I wanted y’to be the mother of my babies one day. And by the third date, I was planning on buying you a ring.”

“It sounds insane because it is. I’ve never been an impulsive, spur-of-the-moment, hopeful person before you. You made me throw all that out of the window, you make me feel alive, and when I tell you that you saved me. You saved me, m’love.”

“There is a lot of uncertainty in this world but I can tell you one thing that is absolutely fuckin’ certain -”

“Harry,” YN hisses with an eye-roll at his crude language.

“The one thing that is absolutely certain in this world is that I will always love you, always take care of you, and always do everythin’ in m’power to make you happy.”

The guests in the chairs are quite speechless.

They’d never heard such passionate, meaningful vows from a couple.

This was not what they were expecting of Harry who had never once put his heart on his sleeve and right now he’d laid it all out on the table.

“YN LN, do you agree to take Harry Edward Styles as your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant asks, voice ringing against the walls of the castle.

YN has to take a big breath before she replies in a strong, firm voice as her eyes bore into Harry’s, “I do.”

“Harry Edward Styles, do you agree to take YN MN LN as your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant repeats.

Harry, in ever typical fashion, in his loud, booming voice replies, “Of course I fuckin’ do.”

The guests in the audience laugh lightly as the officiant states, “I now announce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. You may now kiss your bride.”

It doesn’t take more than a second for Harry to step forward, grip her face and pull her in for a kiss, it doesn’t matter that their family is there to him as he licks into her mouth which is bordering on obscene before YN brings it back to a softer, more appropriate one.

He whispers against his lips, barely audible, “Can’t believe y’my fucking wife, m’fucking heart.”

As people are moving towards the reception area, Harry manages to find a secluded area of the outside gardens where there is no one in sight.

“Baby, baby, y’married me,” Harry is nearly chanting, like he’s in disbelief, at the same time he’s cornering his new bride up against the brick wall with his mouth trailing sloppy wet kisses down her shoulder.

“Mmm, it was everything I ever imagined, it was so beautiful. Everything I had imagined for our day,” YN replies blissfully, hands running carefully through his meticulously styled hair.

When he bends down and lifts up the bottom of her dress, she giggles when he ducks his head underneath all the tulle and fabric, finding a very skimpy pair of white lace panties that are supposed to be saved for later.

“Harry,” YN scolds half-heartedly, it would only take one person to find them in this undeniable inappropriate situation but she willingly let him push her further against the brick and take one of her legs over his shoulder.

“Baby, these fuckin’ panties,” He groans, muffled by the barrier of the heavy fabric, and she hisses when pulls them down to the thick of her thighs and his mouths finds her center within moments.

“Fu-fuck,” She hisses, trying to keep her moans down as he wastes no time in pushing in two thick fingers to curve towards her front as his tongue laps quickly and sloppily on her clit until it feels like she’s about to explode.

“S’right, fuckin’ m’cunt. I have it f’the rest of my life, found the best one,” Harry mutters against her wet skin, almost to himself like he can’t even believe the words, before he’s back to speeding up his fingers to match the rhythm of his mouth until she’s quivering for a whole other reason now.

It takes a few minutes for Harry to calm himself down enough to be able to go into the reception, he tells YN that he can’t even look at her right now because if he does he’ll be perpetually hard throughout the whole thing.

The reception is more of a dinner than a party.

Fairy lights strung above the two long tables where decadent, mouth-watering food was served with the orchestra playing light, melodic music in the background. ***

It was perfect.

Their family drank, laughed, ate, and were merry.

Everyone was basking in each other’s company, congratulating the new couple, and enjoying all the beauty that was surrounding them at the castle.

There is not much more to say than that.

The honeymoon suite was located on one of the highest floors of the castle, away from all of the other wedding guests and staff.

YN was sure it was beautiful but from the moment she was carried over the threshold, she didn’t see anything but her new husband - he was blinding in his beauty. His skin was glowing, a slight sheen of sweat from the reception, and the still warm bite in the breeze. ***

“Sweetheart, baby. Please let m’undress you, y’my wife,” Harry pleas softly, his hands are everywhere - her face, her shoulders, hips - continuously wandering as if it’s impossible to find one place to settle.

“Please, c’mon. I need you, H,” She agrees, letting him take down the zipper on the side of her gown.

The expensive garment discarded on the floor in a pool of fabric as he fully takes in her lingerie set. ***

“Fuck me, darlin’,” Harry chuckles in amazement, fingertips tracing over the delicate lace that was stitched by Alessandro Michele himself for the bride, "Y’body is a god damn dream, look at you. - fuck.”

“Please,” His wife whimpers, voice desperate as his light and careful touches are no longer enough.

She needs him close, she needs her husband.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers, moving her back until he can have her right where he wants her, on her back in the middle of the massive, blanket-ridden bed - her white lingerie standing out against the dark duvet.

Harry had always imagined this night.

To have someone laid out underneath him.

No rush, no urgency but to truly, physically show that person through touch that you love them.

He starts near her collarbone, feathery heated kisses that warm her skin as she welcomes him with heavy weight on top of her so eager he wasn’t even undressed yet.

When his mouth finds her nipples through the sheer fabric, she pushes her chest up in encouragement as he bites at the nubs with sharp but careful teeth that wet the fabric.

“It feels so good, baby,” YN mewls, letting him nip and suck for a moment before pushing him up until he’s rid of every inch of fabric that had been covering his body.

“M’always gonna make y’feel good. I’ll fuck you wherever, wehenver cause you’re m’wife,” Harry grunts, impatiently reaching behind to unclasp the corset until her breasts spill free and jiggle in a way that makes his mouth water.

“Wait, wait,” YN puts a hand to his cheek when he already has his mouth darting out to lap at her hardened nipple.

“Don’t make me wait, m’heart,” Harry grumbles with a furrowed brow, his hand still unable to stop from reaching up to palm at her full breasts, thumbs rolling the nipples as he stares fiercely up at her.

“You know how you got me a present?” YN murmurs, biting back a whimper when a zip of electricity shoots from her nipple down to where she’s already dripping for him, “I got you something too.”

Harry’s face relaxes, it’s like he finds his grounding again, “Baby, didn’t need t’get me anythin’. Y’the best fuckin’ gift I could have gotten. Does look beautiful sittin’ between y’tits though.”

His new wife giggles, “Well I really hope you like mine….it’s non-refundable.”

He looks at her with confusion even more so when she wriggles down her panties and flips on her belly with her arms resting under chin.

Of course, Harry finds it immediately and she can tell by the deep, pleased growl he emits from the back of his throat, “You fuckin’ didn’t.”

“I did.”

It was his name, small and cursive right on her bum cheek.

After they got engaged, he went out and got her name tattooed on his pec - much to her dismay.

She had never talked about returning the favor and had kept it the ultimate surprise.

“I think I almost just came from this,” Harry rasps, his fingers tracing the small ink over and over in awe, “Baby, y’put m’name on your bum. It makes y’look like my property, sweetheart.”

“I am yours,” YN giggles, yelping when she feels his teeth graze the sensitive skin before he’s suckling and licking at his name - can’t take his eyes off the beauty of her.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ are,” He agrees whole-heartedly, his hands calming to cup and palm at her cheeks as he fawns over his wedding present, “This is the best present I’d ever fuckin’ received, fuck - never goin’ to get over this.”

He doesn’t want to look away from the tattoo but knows how he wants to fuck his wife for the first time so he flips her onto her back once again, lips finding hers.

She whispers, hand wrapping around his cock, “Still have to pay you back for earlier.”

“No blowies tonight, pet. We’re goin’ to do it the right way, m’gonna make love to you,” Harry murmurs, his lips finding hers as he bats her hand away to grasp at his thick base. He teases the sensitive head over her clit and entrance a few times before slowly sinking in.

“Ohh, been ready for you all day. You looked like a fucking wet dream standing at the alter, waiting for me,” YN sighs happily, wriggling her hips to adjust a bit before she spreads her legs and lets Harry rest in between them, “Ever since I saw you in the suit, I’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah, baby? I can tell, y’so wet, warm f’me,” Harry praises, his movements are slow and unrushed, their hips meeting gently as he pushes in each time with care, “Can’t believe y’gonna let me have this for the rest of m’life.”

“I love you so so much,” She utters breathlessly as he continues to make her feel so fucking full - emotionally and physically, “Best husband ever, can’t believe it.”

Harry chuckles tenderly, “Baby, I need y’to come soon. I’m so close, never come this quick. The thought of y’being my wife is making it impossible to last then with the tatto-”

YN soothes his hair in understanding, pushing up to meet their lips and allow their tongues to dance as he lifts her thigh against his hip to thrust in with a bit more force. His thumb comes to her clit to spur her along which doesn’t take much with how aroused she’s been all day.

Harry follows right after, much to his embarrassment of his lack of stamina but can you blame him? He has the hottest fucking wife on the planet.

“Round two?” YN smirks as he leans down to pepper kisses all over her cheeks. She knows the night has just begun.

“Mmm,” He agrees instantly, “Now that we made love, m’gonna fuck y’from behind so I can watch my name jiggle on your arse.”

And that’s what he does. It takes nearly no rebound time, flips her on her belly again to gaze and worship his name as he fills out in no time again. His fingers occasionally dip back between her thighs to tease at her entrance before he swipes her own wetness on the tattoo to lick it off.

She’s tired, exhausted from the events of the day but wants to reach that last orgasm before sleep overtakes them.

On her hands and knees, Harry doesn’t pound into her like he normally would.

Instead, he eases back in with eyes darting between his wedding present and where they’re connecting, his thumb diligently rubbing hard and steady circle on her nerves.

“C’mon wifey, need y’to not be stubborn,” Harry goads, feeling his release coming again - he pinches her clit with just enough pressure that has her whining before Harry has to hold her up by the waist as she quivers.

It has him finishing right after with a gentle smack to her bumcheek, the skin already tender and sore from all of his attention on the spot as it was.

“I loved your vows,” YN murmurs against his chest. He had wrapped her up in one of the plush blankets and he had pulled on a tight pair of briefs and they were laying on a lounge chair on the blacony under the italian stars.

“I loved yours just as much, y’did crack the code m’love ‘cause now I’m yours forever,” Harry rumbles, his voice raspy with drowsiness.

Little did they know that in a few short years, they would be back under these italian stars with knowledge that they were growing a little product of their love in her belly.

A litte baby named Ivy, just like the beautiful, lucious nature that had decorated the place in magneificent as they spoke vows - dedicating their lives to each other.

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maybcnksgf · 4 years ago

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like i do

a/n welcome to my first liam dunbar fic :)

pairing: liam dunbar x reader

warnings: swearing, season 6 spoilers, the fight scene in 6x14, blood, mentions of death.

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liam dunbar. the school’s ‘monster’.

he looked around the hallway frantically, listening carefully to make sure the rumours spreading through the school weren’t too apparent. he was so focused that he jumped when you placed your had comfortingly on his shoulder.

“just remember what we talked about. they don’t know you like i do,” you whispered against his ear, smiling softly when he turned around to face you with a nervous expression painted across his features.

mason approached the two of you with a relieved sigh. “okay,” he breathed out, facing his best friend with a reassuring nod, “not bad so far. this might be easier than we thought.”

“maybe,” he nodded in reluctant agreement, clearly not convinced. as the three of you began to walk, you looped your fingers through liam’s.

well, that was short lived.

the minute you turned the corner, everyone turned to look at him. glares and dirty looks were thrown towards the boy in between you and mason, and you saw his shoulders slump in defeat in your peripheral vision.

the looks he could handle. not that he was happy about them, because he was far from it. they made him feel like a freak, like a monster. but, they were manageable. it was only when you reached his locker that the whispers started. whispers that he could hear all too well.

liam tensed up beside you, and though you couldn’t hear the voices like he could, you could only assume the nasty words rolling off of their tongues. he turned to the source of voices, facing them with a hurt expression before frantically looking around as the sound of them built up.

“hey,” you spoke softly, snapping him out of his panic, “just block them out. don’t listen to them.”

“they know...” he whispered, voice strained in worry.

“they’re just rumours,” mason reassured, trying to calm down the anxious boy in front of him, “they don’t know anything.”

corey was then by mason’s side in an instant, bearing bad news. “they know everything.”

you shot him a pointed look, squeezing liam’s hand tightly in your own to calm him down before the anxiety began to bubble up again.

“two sophomores on the lacrosse team were there last night,” corey continued, referring to liam’s shift in front of the public the night before.

mason lightly shoved his boyfriend with his elbow as a warning, and scrambled with his words. “yeah, but it was late! it was pitch black out, and there was fog on the road-”

“it was a clear night. full moon, and a well-lit intersection,” corey interrupted, once again ruining the attempts to console him.

liam inhaled a sharp breath. “i have to get out of here.”

“no. if you leave, these rumours never stop. you need to convince them that you’re a regular kid, that you’re not the monster they think you are.” your words were hushed, bringing your other hand up to rub liam’s shoulder in a comforting manner.

“i’m not a regular kid,” he countered, voice shaky and cracking.

“remember what scott said?” mason added, “be clark kent!”

“clark kent turns into a guy with a red and blue outfit and a cape. i turn into a monster with claws and fangs!”

“you’re not a monster,” you replied calmly.

“just get through the day without shifting,” corey suggested, and liam nodded with a deep breath. he lifted an arm to drape it around your shoulders while yours found home around his waist.

“okay. get through the day without shifting. easy enough, right?”

wrong.

you watched helplessly as liam was thrown through the doorway of your biology classroom and hit the floor with a thud. a group of kids were gathered around, eager to watch a fight break out and potentially see the other side to liam dunbar.

you struggled against the grip of an older boy, huge hands latching onto your upper arms and keeping you from running to your boyfriend. it seemed as though mason was in the same predicament, judging by his protesting shout.

liam’s eyes flashed yellow for a moment, as his heavy breathing briefly sounded like a growl.

“get up,” nolan demanded, “get up!”

he managed to push himself up to a kneeling position before gabe’s foot made harsh contact with his lower back, kicking him straight back to the ground.

“gabe, you sick little bitch! leave him alone!” you shouted through the crowd’s commotion, and the boy on the ground struggled to contain his shift. “your eyes, liam. c’mon, you can do this,” you whispered, voice so hushed you were sure that nobody could hear apart from him.

this seemed to calm him down momentarily before gabe tugged him back to his feet by his shoulders. “what are you trying to hide, liam? your eyes?” he taunted, shoving his back into the chalkboard with a sickening crunch. “open your eyes.”

the room burst out into reactions and a cruel grin painted itself across gabe’s face. when liam slowly let his eyelids rise, you couldn’t help but let the corners of your lips turn up in a proud smile as the normal baby blue colour of his eyes shined through.

the boys, however, were clearly not too happy with this, because nolan immediately reeled his fist back and let it smash straight into liam’s nose.

your face fell as you thrashed around in the student‘s grip, furious grunts leaving your throat.

your boyfriend’s head fell back against the chalkboard with a pained breath, hand lifting up to wipe the crimson liquid from his nose.

“hey! let him go!” mason screamed, struggling against the crowd.

“leave him alone, you sick freaks!” you added.

“are you just going to let us do this to you?!” nolan continued, ignoring your protests as gabe landed another punch to liam’s face, this time hitting both his cheekbone and his nose. he dropped to the ground from the impact with a deep, painful groan.

nolan grabbed the boy by his face and dragged him back up to look at him.

liam’s nose was covered in blood, hair falling messily across his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut.

“you know you can take us. all you have to do is change,” nolan spoke lowly, his grip on liam’s head strong as he shook it with every word. “does your little girlfriend know that you’re a freak? that you’re a monster?”

you felt the rage inside of your chest building every second. “nolan, you bastard! i’m going to kill you-!”

liam choked back a cough, blood rising from his throat and coating his teeth as he opened his mouth to speak his first words while being in their hands. “the sun...” he sputtered out.

“what?” nolan looked taken aback, furrowing his eyebrows at the ‘freak’ in front of him.

“the sun,” liam repeated, peeling his eyes open and staring back at nolan threateningly. “the moon, the truth...”

the mantra seemed to gain him a slight amount of control. “come on, li. you can do this,” you whispered, the sound evident in his ears and his ears only.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“who cares?” gabe responded nonchalantly, shoving nolan out of the way and sending another violent punch to liam’s face.

this sent him flying to the ground, coughing and shaking in both pain and anger. his eyes glowed yellow for a split second before his head hung low and a guttural growl of agony burnt through his throat.

that was the moment you decided, you wanted to break every single bone in both gabe and nolan’s bodies.

“can’t you see how badly you’re hurting him?! he’s in agony! let him go!” you screamed, the student holding you seeming unfazed to the thrashing around.

“you’re fighting it,” nolan stated, ignoring you completely. the pained grunts and groans tearing through liam’s throat left the boys unaffected, and your eyes welled up in fury at the sight of your boyfriend withstanding such a beating. “but you can’t hold back forever!”

at that moment, your biology teacher, ms finch, pushed her way through the crowd, and all eyes turned to her as gabe and nolan halted their movements.

“do something!” mason shouted. she took one look at liam’s quivering form on his knees, covered in his own blood and shaking from the pain, and looked away.

“sometimes it’s best to let them work things out on their own,” she spoke, raising her hands in mock defeat.

liam’s head snapped up to her, eyes filled with disbelief before sending you a pleading glance.

“what is wrong with you?! you’re a teacher! he’s being beaten to a pulp and you’re just going to walk away?!” you screamed at her, gesturing to liam on the ground with a cock of your head.

ms finch looked at you for a split second before making her way out of the classroom. “you bitch!” you shouted after her. she froze in her place for a single moment, and you almost believed she would turn around and stop the fight, but she continued on her way without a second glance.

the moment she left, gabe grabbed liam by the hair, forcing his head upwards. his breathing was shallow, loud and forceful and agonising as gabe sent his knee flying into liam’s chin.

he fell onto his back and coughed loudly, blood spluttering out of his mouth like a fountain as he choked on it, though the boys didn’t stop there. they slammed their feet down against his ribs, taunting him and laughing while doing so, allowing his bones to break under their weight. you let out a broken and angry sob at the sight, watching as gabe grabbed liam by his shirt and pulled his head up.

liam’s face was completely covered in his own blood, tears were staining his eyelashes as he tried his hardest not to fight back.

something clicked within you at that moment. you sent your foot flying back into your holder’s crotch, and as you felt him release you and double over in pain, you bolted into the centre of the fight.

gabe’s fist was reeled back, about to land another punch to your boyfriend’s face before you grabbed his arm, effectively spinning him around. he still sent the punch, but this time, it was at you.

you let his fist connect with your jaw, and felt the impact of another hit as his second punch landed on your nose with a crunch.

“y/n!” liam croaked out, too weak to jump to your rescue.

he clearly didn’t need to, however, because suddenly the coach was there, shoving people out of the way with corey right behind him.

“what the hell is going on?!” he screamed, grabbing gabe and nolan by the shirts and shoving them towards the door. “back off! hey, get to the principles office now!”

your face throbbed in pain as you wiped the blood away from your nose with your sleeve, but you ignored it as you fell to your knees by liam’s form. his body heaved, and his hands gripped onto his (very clearly broken) ribs.

“what the hell is this? get out, all of you! i can’t stand to look at your faces!” the coach boomed, clearing out the crowd.

all that was background noise to you as you combed liam’s hair away from the fresh blood on his face with your fingers. he was still grunting in pain when the coach kneeled by his other side, a look of disbelief and sorrow evident in his eyes, which was a rare look for the man.

mason and corey softly grabbed liam by the arms and hauled him up to a standing position, coughs tearing through his throat.

you followed suit, lightly gripping his shoulders to help him stand. “oh my goodness, liam,” you muttered quietly, placing a hand on the back of his head as he caught his breath.

“i can’t believe you did that...” mason sighed, holding onto his back to steady him.

“clark kent, right?” liam breathed out, forcing a slight nod as a smile ghosted your lips.

“yeah, clark kent,” mason agreed.

liam’s head fell against your shoulder in exhaustion, and your hand laced itself into his hair as you silently cried with him in your arms.

“feeling any better?” you asked him quietly, sitting down next to him on your bed. he had an ice pack against his cheekbone and he was clutching his ribs protectively. he was mostly healed by now, but his body still hurt like hell. liam nodded.

“yeah. still hurts, though.”

you wrapped an arm around him, carefully avoiding his aching bones, and he let out a deep sigh before letting his head fall against your shoulder.

”i know you think you deserved that, but you didn’t. brett and lori’s murder wasn’t your fault.”

he shrugged, clenching his jaw at the mention of their death and shutting his eyes when you let your hand run through his hair comfortingly. a few moments of comfortable silence passed by before he spoke up again.

“you didn’t have to do that, you know. get punched for me,” he said softly.

you chuckled at that, causing him to look at you quizzically.

“you literally got beaten to a pulp and you’re worried about the two punches i got to the face?”

liam breathed out a slight laugh. “obviously. you can’t heal like i can.”

continuing playing with his hair, you grinned at him. “i’d take a punch to the face for you any day.”

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vypresuh · 3 years ago

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love mark | bb

summary: The night life is where you thrived, but also where other beings of the night did too. Out clubbing one night, you encounter the perfect partner for your night of passion, but little did you know that you were his prey.

pairings: vamp!bucky x reader

tags: bucky!smut, vampire!au, female reader, biting, light blood warning, breeding ♡

a/n: I really forgot I had all these fics I wrote from before ! So why not repost them for the people to enjoy 😌 Gotta say y'all, this was one of my favorite spicy ones. enjoyyyyy <3

word count: 2.9K

When you’re clubbing, the vibes of the night twist in the air like a disease, a contagious one—in a good way of course. It’s an intoxicating experience. Bodies move and gyrate in place, confined by the perimeter of the dance floor. The music acts as the motivation for each of your movements, drugging you and bringing you to a high that was impossible to obtain anywhere else.

You’re unable to see the ground as it’s completely packed with patrons, including yourself and the group of girls you came with. You and your friends were a few drinks in at this point and happy for it. You weren't drunk out of your mind and stumbling everywhere happy, but you felt good. You felt alert. The four of you combined were all smiles and laughs. You felt alive.

This was the life.

The immense joy you felt as you curled your hips and swayed to the beat of the music, eliminating any other thought in your mind that wasn’t radiating the pure enjoyment you radiated, was incomparable to anything else. Even with a room filled with almost over a hundred people, it still felt like it was only you.

And that’s exactly how you liked it.

There was nothing better than this moment. You danced like no one was watching, but in fact there were eyes on you all around the room.

“Y/N!” Your attention was immediately sucked from your dance routine and over to your friends who were all huddled around you, looking giddy as ever like they had just hit the lottery.

You furrowed your brows and peered over each of their ecstatic faces, letting a soft chuckle fall from your lips. “What’s gotten into you guys?”

“I don’t know if you know, but that guy over there has been eyeing you since you came over here.” one of them said.

“What guy?” you asked. Your friends collectively nodded over towards a man who was leaning confidently against the counter of the bar, with some sort of dark liquid in his possession.

He peered up at you over the rim of his cup, taking a delicate sip of the contents inside of it. His gaze was intense and practically burning into you with hunger. The temperature in your body shot up like a rocket, sending your mind into a flurry.

The male was tall, towering over most of the girls who passed him by, hell, even some of the guys—plus the bartender who worked dutifully behind him to fill orders. He wore a tan colored jacket and white shirt underneath, and even then it couldn't contain the muscles that stretched the thick fabric. His hair was full and met the tip of his shoulders, falling gracefully around his features. The man didn't appear to be the approachable type, which could explain the way he would completely ignore the women that were trying to speak to him. He seemed guarded in a sense, but with the addition of the long and sultry gaze between the both of you, it was like a non-verbal invitation to come to him. He was drawing you in beat by beat.

He continued to outline your figure, practically undressing you out of your two-piece outfit where you stood. You could see a thin smirk pull at his lips as he broke the compelling contact for the first time since it was first initiated.

“What are you waiting for, girl? Go to talk to him!” Your friends ushered you forward, but you remained vigilant.

“Noooo, we’re supposed to be having fun. It’s girl’s night!” You protested.

“And it’d be even more fun if one of us got laid tonight. So go! We’ll be right here when you come back!” Another of your friends spoke up, shooing you off.

“If you don’t I will because… let’s face it, he’s hot.”

You were hesitant at first, trying to work out all the reasons why you should ignore him and continue with your original plan of dancing into the night, but the only thing you saw was a greenlight.

“Fine.” You took the drink that was in your friend’s hands and downed the rest of its contents, the burning sensation from the alcohol sizzling in your throat. “Wish me luck.”

"You won't need it! You're gorgeous!" your friend blurted out to your back as you walked off.

Filled with a sudden burst of courage, you maneuvered your way through the sea of intoxicated and jovial bodies before finally making it to clear land. You straightened yourself up, making sure you still looked presentable--pulling down your skirt and readjusting your bralette right before striding up to the bar, recalling that same leather jacket you caught him in before, and sliding into the vacant spot beside him. He was faced away from you now, keeping his eyes on the large array of alcohol that were stacked behind the counter.

“What can I get for you darlin'?” The Bartender asked you upon you approaching.

She was even prettier up close. A redhead, pretty green eyes, and fair skin. It made you wonder why his first target of interest was you and not the countless women that also surrounded him, seemingly pining for him as well.

But you shook the thought from your mind and responded to her before she noticed you spacing off. “One Palmoa please.”

She nodded to you and gave you a small smile before going off to make your drink and collect others on the way.

“I hope I didn’t pull you away from your friends. You seemed to be having a good time.” he tried to raise his voice over the extremely loud volume of the stereos surrounding you, still keeping his gaze forward.

“Actually, they’re the ones who pushed me over to you. Not that I mind of course. You look like you could use the company.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, hopefully to let him know that you weren't talking to him against your will. You took a peek at him over your shoulder, scanning over the fine details of his features. The way his jawline cut back behind the length of his brown hair, and the light sparkled in the sharpness of his steel blue eyes. There was a somberness to them that made you want to pull away in fear of being intrusive, but you just kept staring into them.

He chuckled softly, topping off the rest of the dark fluid until he finally returned your gaze for the first time since you came over. “It’s not often I find someone as beautiful as you in my presence.”

“Wow, a smooth talker huh?” You teased. “Does that work on all the ladies?”

He laughed, downing the rest of his drink before licking over his lips. “Since you’re the first I’ve tried it on, you’ll have to tell me if it does.”

The Bartender came back with your drink, and slid it over to you. You thanked her just before she walked off to assist another patron requesting her presence.

“Maybe.” You reached your hand out to him in an attempt to make an introduction. “Y/N.”

“My name is James, but everyone calls me Bucky.” He reached out and took your hand into his grasp, pulling your fist up to his lips.

You felt faint. His heartwarming gesture and politeness was a rarity in these parts. Like he was apart of a different time or something. And they said chivalry was dead. The temptation was bubbling in your loins the moment he looked up at you, strumming your soul with his gaze.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

He was inches away from you and yet you craved closeness. You could feel your body trying to reach out for him more and more as the two of you carried on in conversation. The brightness of his smile made you flush, and the sight of his lips sent a small tingle between your thighs.

Occasionally, you would feel his knuckle brush against your hand, sending a light shiver up your arm. You’d do the same, subtly pressing your palm against his knee every time he made a joke you found funny, or a sly remark. It didn't take long before you both were well into your talk that you had realized you were doomed the moment you walked up to him.

He was charming. Funny. Sweet and always managed to keep the conversation going. Not only that, but he was interesting and every word that came out of his mouth pulled you further and further into the abyss. He was everything you knew to look out for, and here it was just as clear as day and you were falling for it. You couldn't help but to as he bore into you with those captivating pools that you wouldn't mind taking a dip into.

You couldn’t quite recall when, but at some point the two of you found your way closer together. He was dangerously close to your figure, and you were practically standing between his legs. His knee was pressed against the side of your thigh as he leaned into you, wrapping his hand around to your backside and leaving it there as he positioned his head into the crook of your neck. You wanted to linger in that position just for a moment longer as you felt his cool breath tickle your skin.

“How about we go somewhere a little more private?” His voice was like a soft cloud and danced into your eardrum. You felt his fingers caress the skin on your back; his thumb brushing gently across your flesh.

You smiled cheekily back at him and rose your voice in response. “I know just the place.”

The next thing you knew, the both of you were making your way through the club, hand-in-hand, dipping between the wriggling frames of those who were dancing as you led Bucky through a set of hallways until you reached a door that led to the back of the club—a place that you knew no one would ever bother you in. You only knew about it because of your friend’s countless nightclub flings that they told you about, and they told you exactly where to go.

It wasn’t a few moments that passed when you pushed through the door that his lips attacked yours in an instant. Time seemed to slow. You could hear your heart knocking against your chest; your knees growing weaker from the deepness of it. You found yourself pushed against the back wall—his knee worked between your legs, holding you in place as if you had any desire to run. You whimpered into the kiss, melting at his touch alone.

His hands scoured your body like he was searching for treasure and he found it right on your backside. He took a full grip of your ass into his pams, almost lifting you effortlessly onto your tiptoes. You returned his kiss, pushing your hands between the folds of his jacket and peeling it off of his shoulders, letting it drop at your feet. The warm feeling of his lips on yours softened you, though feral in nature, it was the perfect feeling.

Your hands tangled in his hair, grasping at the strands of his hair. His tongue slid into your mouth, twisting around yours like a rollercoaster. The both of you groaned hungrily into each other’s mouths while Bucky slipped his hand under your thigh, wrapping you around him. He held you closely, letting the passion ooze out of your embrace.

“Bucky..” you moaned between kisses, feeling a slight trickle between your legs. “I want you..”

Your words alone seemed to light a fire under him, and one in you as well. In a matter of moments he swiveled his pants off of his waist, exposing his fully erect member. You reached your hand down and pulled your panties to the side, allowing him to position himself at your entrance. You felt like you were in a moment of pure ecstasy—a severe high just off of him alone. The two of you were only locked in a kiss and you could collapse into a puddle right now. He trailed his kisses down to your neck, canvassing your flesh with soft pecks while he fiddled with the buttons on his fly.

“Say that again..” he cooed. "Tell me how bad you want me."

“I want you so fucking bad.” You filled it without hesitant—sounding a little more needy than you anticipated.

As soon as you said that, his mouth made its way back up to your lips, entangling your pairs in another fit of heated passion. You clasped onto the back of his neck that was surprisingly cooler to the touch than you thought it would be, as soon as he stuffed his hips into yours, pushing the entirety of his length into you slowly—wanting you to feel every inch of him. The both of you let out a series of sharp sighs, your walls tightened around him. His head fell by your side, resting in your neck while he ground his pelvis into you, stroking into your pleasure with everything that he had. You moaned out into his ear, dropping yourself down onto his throbbing member.

“Fuck..” He growled heavily each time he pushed through your warmth, shaping your juicy insides to his girth. “You feel so good..”

You clawed at his back as he picked up his pace, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. "Shit.. yes! Right there.. don't stop."

Bucky kissed down your jawline, sucking and nibbling on tour hide in an attempt to explore the rest of your flavor with his mouth. The sensation was enough to make you teeter on the edge of climaxing. The sound of your moans mixing with the heavy smacks against your mound filled the entirety of the space around you.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, unlatching his lips from your skin.

You looked into his eyes as you nodded your head, brushing a strand of his hair out of his face. The glaze in his irises resembled a deep lust and desire to please you and even himself. He looked as if he were starving and you were the meal that he craved.

“I need to hear you say it, Y/N..” He seemed adamant. He wouldn't continue without your say so.

Without much needed convincing, you decided to speak up, placing your trust in the hands of a man you hadn't even known for two hours. “I-I trust you.”

He took note of that and sighed softly with relief. “I'll be gentle. It’ll only hurt for a second, I promise.”

You weren't sure what he was referring to, but you braced yourself. Bucky pecked at your neck, running his slick tongue across the smoothness of your skin while he continued to pump into you. His teeth sunk into you, but it wasn't a normal bite, this one was sharp and seemed to pierce your skin. You sucked in air sharply through your pearly whites and whimpered out to him. It was painful and something was telling you to push him away, but you couldn't because underneath the guise of pain, you felt pleasure. It was orgasmic. There was something euphoric about it—the pain— that made you mew softly as he continued to go deeper into you, puncturing your plush layer.

You felt something warm and wet trickle down your collarbone. You shuddered in his hands as he drew deep, gulping mouthful after mouthful, reveling in the taste of you.

The hurt slipped into pure bliss. You felt limp in his hands, but he kept you propped up. You even pushed his head deeper against you for some odd reason, not wanting this moment to end. With him thrusting into you and clinging onto your body for dear life as he fucked you senseless, you were pushed off of the edge. The both of you let out a long string of pants and sighs as he clutched onto your thigh, scraping his nails against your skin, pushing himself deeper inside of you until he met that snug place in you.

He retracted from your neck, and looked up at you, the corners of his lips coated in a dark red liquid that dripped down his chin. You laid your head back against the wall, syncing up your movements together. Holding on to the intimacy of the moment as you both locked eyes.

“Bucky…” You cooed, alerting him that you were close to the edge. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“ Let it out for me baby. Cum for me, Y/N..cum for me.”

His coaching was like adding coal to a fire. You clawed at his backside, digging your nails into his shirt, feeling the sweat beginning to bead onto your forehead. Bucky throbbed inside of you, his grunts becoming deeper with every strike into your center, nudging at your release. After another jab into you, you both released the pressure that had built inside of you, letting your juices leak out onto his member and intertwine.

You flushed against him, letting out a low hum from the high that you were on. You shivered lightly against him, feeling completely drained of your energy. He slipped out of your tight grip, grumbling as he pulled out, giving way to your leakage.

He flicked his thumb over his mouth wiping away the blood and smiled. “You taste even sweeter than I thought you would.”

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