#WAIT…WHY ARE THEY LOW-KEY SILLY TOGETHER……

[lordboo]

Ember and Pyrite interaction⁉️⁉️ [Pyrite is @onlineviolence ‘s oc :33]

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[angelsrcute]

7 WEEKS AND 3 DAYS. 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Scaramouche + Sub!FReader ➜ cws: angsty, toxic relationship, asshole scara, abuse, one sided love(?), kitchen sex, getting ghosted, unprotected sex, raw sex, manipulation, reader gets pregnant. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭‎ — I do not condone these actions irl, this mostly shows how the reader is in a toxic relationship but can't get out of it. Also this is my first time done this type of a lyric fanfic!!

Scaramouche, who wouldn't know him? He was a popular guy. Though he wasn't a nice guy, a delinquent. Had the worst friend group, and slept around a lot. Any girl would die to have a night with him. So what happens when he starts hanging around you? You brushed it off thinking he just wanted to have a good fuck with you. All your friends had warned you about him, how bad he was. You mostly ignored him. Detentions and parent calls, very normal for him, not like his parents cared. Doing drugs, partying, and bullying sometimes.

All my friends say "fuck you".

But could you ignore his sweet words? holding your hand as you two watched the stars. How could you ignore his promises as he kisses the back of your hand, you of course fell in love with him. Hands on your waist as you sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was passionate, not like some low effort kiss. Oh, how much you loved this man. That night you confessed to him, his face brightening up as he landed more kisses to your face. Laughing in his arms till your stomach hurt.

But I can't help but love you.

You let him into your house, even gave him a spare key. Went on dates, you forgot what everyone said about him. This is true love, he was nothing like the rumours. Daily texts and phone calls, missing each other even though you two meet daily. He even opened up to you, about his family. But once you both slept together, things started to change. You felt like he was spending less time with you. You thought it was because of how busy he was, you'd always stay awake at night, waiting for him to come back. You were so worried. He'd see your texts very late, whenever you asked to go out with him, he'd always make an excuse.

And even though you ran me out dry.

When he'd come home drunk, he'd sometimes hurt you, calling you a possessive bitch for questioning him so much. But would still apologise to you with tears in his eyes, promising he wouldn't do it again, cradling you like some child who's scared. You'd forgive him at the end, maybe he just had a bad day or was in a bad mood, it's alright, everyone has those types of days. It'd still happen, everytime. He got jealous very easily too, and wouldn't let you talk to other guys. Maybe now you're seeing his true colours, but he cherishes you so much, right?

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I swear this won't happen again, don't be scared okay? please."

I still think you're a decent guy, Why?

Hands wrapping around your waist as he leaves trails of kisses on your skin. Bending you over the kitchen counter, “Forget the food, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.” His cock thrusting into your cunt, it hurt, but you stayed quiet. He was never gentle with you, always leaving bruises. He shoots his load in your cunt, making you all warm and dumb.

On the rare days that he visited you, it would always lead to sex. You wonder if he sees you as nothing but an object. Silly thoughts, he's just showing you his love.

I should've caught him by his last name

You were pregnant, what a happy news. Maybe this will fix your relationship? You hoped so, desperately wanted him to look at you with the same eyes he once used to. Scaramouche never replied to you nor picked up your calls. Had he ghosted you? no this wasn't supposed to happen, he's just busy, right?

Tears fell from your eyes as you waited for your husband to come back, which he never did. Ah, what a dumb fucker you are, of course this was all a game. He didn't want to love a single person, he just wanted to have relief. What a shame your kid would never be able to see his father. Would he look just like scaramouche? You dreaded the thought.

You still believed that scaramouche loved you, at least you did, every moment.

It's been seven weeks and three days.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Guardian of My Heart || Leah Williamson

based on this request here! it's not that long but i loved writing this so much so i hope y'all like it!

warnings : angst with happy ending. mentions of injury.

“And that’s the final whistle folks, Chelsea takes this game with a comfortable 3-1 win over the Gunners here at Stamford Bridge.”

Leah’s eyes fill with tears at the final whistle. Her heart shatters audibly in her chest. A game they needed to win to have a chance at the title, thrown away by silly mistakes and sloppy football. She walks around the pitch in shame, apologizing to all the Gooners in the stands who came only to see them fail.

“I’m sorry,” she says to the crowd, tears falling down her face. The rest of the girls do the same, making their way to the stands to thank fans and sign jerseys. The home side erupts in a painful cry of victory, one that makes Leah’s chest almost cave in on itself.

The changing room is silent except for the sound of bags being packed and the muted drumming of water on the floor from the showers. One by one the girls make their way to the bus, offending socks from the wardrobe mishap filling the trash bin in the locker room.

Leah sulks when she hears the girls all planning to see their partners at home and just forget today’s game. She just jammed her AirPods into her ears and played her country music loudly, hoping the gaping hole of loneliness in her chest would go away with the serenading words of Luke Combs.

She knew her house would be lonely. She knew her house would be quiet. She knew her house would be dark. There was no one waiting. The person she wanted most would not be there. There was only one person to blame for that.

“Leah, you can’t keep doing this to me!” you yelled, rounding the coffee table as Leah stumbled into the house at twenty past three on a Saturday. You came over at eight thinking Leah would be home since she promised to help you cook dinner and enjoy the Bachelor finale on TV together. Instead, you walked into her apartment with your spare key to an empty house and her bedroom a mess. Her makeup was all over the bathroom and she had clearly changed her shoes at least three times.

You waited and waited for her to get home, calling the Arsenal girls to figure out where she had gone. They felt sorry for you and tried to get Leah to go home to you but she said something that the moment it left her lips, your heart broke into pieces.

“You’re such a fucking needy bitch, get off my back for once!”

You don’t know why you still sat in her living room for three more hours and waited for her to get home. You knew you needed to know she was home safe. That she was okay. That she didn’t choke on her own vomit from drinking too much. Because despite being her second choice for a while now, you still loved the England skipper. You still love Leah Williamson.

Leah drove home in pin-drop silence. Her kit bag was thrown in the back to be dealt with later, her arm on the door holding her head up as the streets of London were a blur. She parked in her spot and walked out like a zombie, not noticing your car in her driveway and her porch light on.

The key turned easily and she walked into her house to the turntable on low and the smell of smileys and a roast coming from the kitchen. She looked down and saw a pair of shoes that she recognized and a voice that was singing along to the music that she had fallen asleep to a million times.

“Y/N?” Leah spoke aloud, toeing her shoes off and dropping her kit bag. She shuffled into the kitchen and saw you standing there at the stove, stirring in the roasting tray and making a gravy. There were two plates on the island she instantly knew which one was hers. You turn and give her a soft smile, pushing your chin out to gesture her to sit. She does and grabs the bottle of wine you’ve set out and pours the two glasses full of Cabernet.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, grabbing a smiley off the plate she knew was hers and nibbling on the cheek.

“I wanted to make sure you had something to eat,” you answer curtly as you put the whisk down and grab a gravy boat, smiling to yourself when you still remember where it was.

“Y/N,” Leah says sternly, putting her half-eaten smiley down.

You turn and put the gravy boat next to the roast, finally looking at your ex-girlfriend.

“I needed to know that you were okay, after today.”

“Why?” Leah asks, voice carrying a lilt of guilt with fresh tears filling her eyes.

You walked around the island and turned the skipper in her seat to face you. You held her face in your hands, wiping the tears that fell. You had been in this situation before when Leah tore her ACL.

“You’re going to be okay, Leah.”

“What if I never play like I used to ever again?”

“You don’t ever need to worry about that because you will. The Leah Williamson I know never gives up.”

She chuckles but more fear settles in her heart. Leah looks up at you at the very island she’s sitting at right now.

“I’m scared,” she admits sheepishly, looking defeated and terrified. You cup her face and wipe the tear stains off her face.

“You will get through this Leah and I will be there every step of the way.”

“You won’t leave? They always leave.”

“I would never. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispers back to you before you kiss her, her mind willing itself to get better. If not for her, for you.

Zach Bryan’s voice fills the room softly, the lyrics of ‘Tourniquet’ “take care of the blood that your love runs through” remind you of why you packed up a roast and stopped at the shops for a bag of frozen smileys. It reminds you of all the nights you massaged her leg when it was feeling tight. It reminds you of all the nights when you sat beside her and held her close while she cried at another delay in her recovery. It reminds you of all the nights you spent awake with her when she couldn’t sleep because of the pain.

Was it worth it? Yes.

Would you do it all over again? Yes.

Leah breaks down when her eyes meet yours. The smell of your perfume and your musk flood her senses with all the reasons why she was in love with you all those years. Deep down inside she knew she still felt that way and hoped that you did too.

Leah cries. The pain of losing, hurting her hamstring just as she’s called to the England squad for the first time since her ACL, and the overwhelming sense of disappointment burst the moment you held her in your arms again. It was home and it was safe. Leah clung onto your hoodie and made a right mess on the front but you didn’t care. Leah needed you and you wished you could take away her pain.

“I just wasn’t me out there today and that cost us the game,” Leah muttered after calming herself down and her hiccups stopped.

“Today wasn’t just your fault, honey,” you cooed, taking the hair tie out of Leah’s hair and combing your fingers through her blonde locks. She rested her head against your stomach and closed her eyes, zeroing in on your touch.

“I let the team down,” she countered, pulling you closer to her.

“It just wasn’t anyone’s day today, my love,” you cupped her face and wiped more of the tears that were about to fall from her eyes. You leaned in a little and were a bit unsure, but feeling her nudge herself towards you gave you the approval you sought.  

Her lips felt familiar against yours.

Salty.

Warm.

Recognizable.

Home.

She chased your lips and melted into them, gripping your wet hoodie like her life depended on it or that you would vanish if she let go, even for a second.

“I’m sorry I treated you the way I did, you don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve someone willing to love you for you, Leah,” you reassure her and seal it with a kiss, walking away from her to chuck the roast back in the oven to warm up for a bit and her smileys into the air fryer for a little reheating.

Zach’s voice fills the blanks when you look at her blue eyes, her features blow you away every time you look at her. You bled your whole soul into things you can't control; in a world you'll never satisfy brings Leah back to reality. The game today was good. It didn’t go their way from the beginning with those wretched socks and their delayed start but they gave it their all. It was a lesson to be learned and one to look back on when the team had lost its spark.

Leah scoffs down half the roast and convinces you to throw a couple more smiley into the air fryer for her to drown in your delicious gravy. You put a fresh toothbrush next to hers in her bathroom and have a glass of warm milk on your bedside waiting for you like you like.

“You remembered,” you tell her as she hands you a ratty jersey for you to sleep in. You throw it on and inhale her delicate scent, your heart filling with warmth and ease.

“I still set it out sometimes you know, especially after you left.”

“You’ll have to try and remember again now, I think,” you tease, and she stands in front of you. You sip on your milk and she kisses the foam mustache off your lips.

“I’ll never forget, my love. Ever.”

[ecstasyhighway]

no feelings | toji fushiguro

cw: toji is lowkey an asshole here guys, small amount of texting at the beginning, toji catches reader masturbating, no use of y/n, pet names: good girl , pretty , princess , baby , babygirl. pussy eating, deadbeat asshole!toji (sorry its canon i fear) backshots… pussy and ass slaps, cum eating if you squint, squirting. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it chat) toji cums in reader, the tiniest amount of overstimulation and edging. hes rough with reader.. reader had like two drinks so shes not drunk but tipsy. if i missed anything lmk.

a/n: so why tf did this take me ten years to write…? anywayss. no but fr i need him guys.. like why is he so bad actually like… ALSO this is inspired by fanart on pinterest!! okay enjoy sillies

also not proofread and lowercase intended

you and your friends had just spent a night out at the bar, you had a couple of drinks and you were feeling very emotional and needy. you're in an uber headed to your flat. the small amount of alcohol in your system is clouding your judgment. you head inside dropping all your shit on the floor before plopping down on the couch. you thought to yourself, you need a good dicking down right now. you and toji have been fucking on the low for a year and a half now and you really like him, terrible idea to like the toji fushiguro, but he treats you so well when he wants to… sending toji a text about how you were feeling was definitely not a good idea. yall were just fuck buddies, strictly no feelings attached, but the more you got to know him the more you started to develop feelings for him. you reach for your phone and send a text to toji.

'i lovre yoh <3'

'wtf? yk I said no feelings. do i need to come over there and fuck some sense into you?'

'noo'

'why are you acting that way? are you drunk?'

'i habd two drinkds im just a little tipsky'

'ok…why'd you send me that stupid braindead text hmm?'

'cus i missd yoouh'

'well then be prepared pretty. imma fuck you til you can't think straight.'

you felt yourself getting wet at the thought of him, you rub your thighs together trying to get some friction. You felt so light headed, just thinking about his body and how good he always fucks you. without thinking your snake your hand into your pants, you begin to rub your clit through your underwear. Needy whimpers leave your mouth as you try to relive the aching feeling in your body. You were so lost in trying to get yourself off you didn't even notice the faint sound of keys jingling, and the door opening.

"what are you doing?" your hear toji's voice echo through your brain and you look up. He looks displeased with you. "y'knew I was coming over right?" you sit up and look at him through your lashes and you nod, feeling embarrassed. "then why are you touching yourself hmm?"

"i jus couldn't wait you were taking too long, i jus' need you so bad" your voice sounds pathetic and he can't help but look at you with fake pity.

"so lemme get this straight, you text me talking about you love me, knowing that'll make me mad.. then you touch yourself knowing I was headed this way which you knew would also piss me off…then you give me some pathetic excuse? oh…" he grabs your face forcing you to look at him "you must want me to break you huh? you want me to fuck you until you can't walk? until you forget your own name? how embarrassing…" he laughs slightly and lets go of your face "get up and go to your room, sit there and wait for me, I'll be there in a minute."

you go to your room and sit there patiently waiting for him to come upstairs. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. It feels like years go by as you wait for toji to come upstairs, you consider going back to the living room and seeing what he was doing but… you know that that'll just make him even more angry.. so you wait, but the feeling in your core is getting harder to ignore. after what seems like hours, finally you hear heavy footsteps from outside your room. The door swings open and he walks up to you, you feel his eyes staring into your soul so you look down, not wanting to look him in his eyes.

he grabs your face making you look at him. "look at me" his voice is harsh and demanding, sending shocks to your core. You look up at him and he smirks, "good girl…" he strokes your cheek with his thumb softly, still looking at you with that sadistic smirk. "please.." you whine trying to get him to stop teasing you. His expression turns cold and he lets go of your face.

"lie down" you listen to him and you sit back on your bed. Toji slowly takes off your leggings. Once he sees the wet spot on your lacy underwear, he rubs your clit through them which causes you to buck your hips at the subtle contact. "you're so wet… all this for me baby?" hes still rubbing small circles on your clit, you whimper and try to grind on his hand to get more friction but he holds your hips in place stopping you from moving. "you're so needy" he laughs before tearing off your panties throwing them over his shoulder. the cold air hits your exposed cunt causing you to try to close your legs but he stops you.

"toji please.." he slaps your pussy and you yelp. He doesn't even give you a warning before begins sucking on your pretty clit "fu-fuck" your hips jerk as he eats you out like he was a starved man. you feel him insert two fingers into you, the mixture of both his fingers and his mouth on your cunt has you seeing stars. The sounds of his slurping and your moans are making you want more, you begin grinding on his face and he groans into your pussy sending vibrations up your spine. His assault on your clit doesn't stop, his fingers pumping in and out of you, hitting your g-spot every time. "mmfh m'gon- please ughfm dont stop m'gonna cum" your voice is loud and breathy, you grind on his face faster feeling your stomach knot up, suddenly you no longer feel him anymore causing you to open your eyes.

"noo..why i was s'close" he doesn't respond to you, he just takes off his pants letting his dick free, pre-cum leaking from the tip. He gives it a couple of strokes before walking up to you and throwing your legs on his shoulders, holding you by your thighs. He rubs his tip against your clit, coating his cock with your slick, he groans as he continues "fuck- you think you can squirt on my dick babygirl?" he doesn't even give you a chance to respond before he slides his dick into your cunt, bottoming out, you mewl at the feeling, clamping down on his cock. He groans above you "you're takin me 's well pretty" he begins thrusting into you, a slow and agonizing pace "fuck toj' faster" he takes a hand and puts it around your throat, squeezing slightly, thumb stroking your bottom lip softly. "y' want me to go faster? nah imma take my time." he continues with his slow strokes, you can feel every inch of him. his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust "look at that baby… hahh fuck- your pussy is so pretty- just swollowing my cock" he reaches down and rubs your puffy clit. its taking everything in him to not just go crazy on you yet, he wants to draw this out as much as he can. "toj' umhpf please-" you're so cock drunk you're just babbling incoherent nonsense. his pace is still slow pulling in and out of you, his balls hitting the plush of your ass softly. your moans are like music to his ears, making his cock even harder. he pulls out and slaps your pussy harshly. tears began to well in your eyes "that hurts" you pout. he leans down to suck on your bottom lip, moving to your neck, leaving dark hickeys on your jawline "awwh does it hurt? thats too bad… stop cryin" he says while wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"turn over." his voice was deep and demanding. you slowly turn and whine when you feel him slap your ass then knead the flesh before landing another harsh slap on your soft skin. "you are being such a good girl baby" he pushes your head into the pillows and spreads your lips while groaning before licking a thick stripe up your slit. "you taste so good princess" he purrs, licking and planting kisses on the sensitive bud. he gives your pussy another slap before getting up and stroking his dick. "mmhf tojii ah stop doin that" he slaps your ass "shut up you're fine" with his cock in hand he slams into you, "ah uhmf toj' so good" he pulls out and slams back in, his pace speeds up with each thrust into your sopping wet cunt. the noises of his balls hitting the plush of your ass, your moans and the sound of your pussy was enough to make him cum right there, but he can hold off just a little longer. he grabs a handful of your hair so he can fuck deeper into you, he finally has a steady pace and rhythm that has you seeing stars and squeezing around him. "ah ah ah ah ah shit keep going" he pulls your hair back, making you arch your back into him. you feel that familiar knot in your stomach "fuh-toji uhmf m'gonna cum" his pace quickens and he lets go of your hair, placing his hand on your lower belly adding pressure "go ahead princess cum on my cock, make a mess on me" you squeeze around him, the pressure he added and his words drove you to your climax, "shi- m'cumming hah" your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you shake from the overstimulation of him still thrusting into you. "you can give me one more right baby?" as he continues to stuff you with his cock he starts rubbing your clit. your brain is hazy and you cant think straight, the only things leaving your mouth is his name and a string of broken moans. "jus one more c'mon cum on my dick again baby" he watches as a ring of your cum covers the base of his dick "m'gon-fuck toj m'cummi-" the clear liquid spurting out of you cuts you off mid sentence, covering his dick in your juices, this is what throws him to the edge. the feeling of you squirting on him, covering both you and himself in your liquids has him losing his rhythm, you notice this and begin fucking yourself into him "wan your cum toji cum in me please" "oka- shit, m'gonna pump you full with my cum- uhmfuck shit" he holds your hips in place while thick ropes of his warm cum paints your walls white, you moan feeling another orgasm build up in your core. you shake from overstimulation, tears staining your cheeks as you let yourself go, you whine and pant, fucking yourself onto his cock to ride out your third orgasm. he pulls out of your warm cunt, watching both his and your cum leak from your hole. he stuffs it back into you, then licks his fingers tasting the salty sweet mixture.

he gets up and puts his clothes back on, leaving your limp, cum filled body on your bed. "alright baby, imma go, you uhh clean yourself up, don't text me with that bs again aigh? oh and i know you're on the pill but still i don't want kids so make sure u ain pregnant, get that mornin after pill if you need too, aigh im out princess" he gives you a final slap on your ass before leaving. you hear him go downstairs, grab his keys to your flat and leave, locking the door behind him. leaving you there full of his cum, tears rolling down your cheeks, body still coming down from the three orgasms you had. you just lie there for a minute, will you send him an i love you text again? maybe… he normally pulls up for a quickie. so for him to fuck you like that… you need it again. you stand up on your sore legs, almost falling over before you head to your bathroom to clean yourself up.

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yeah chat i might need him asap… hope yall enjoyed fr

[moomimania]

Trope: your boyfriend serenades you with a guitar by the campfire 🔥

I kept being reminded of this idea when hearing this song and initially thought it would become a fic. It became both lol. I'm really happy with how this image turned out though.

Read the little ficlet below 🧡

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It had been so long since they had sat by a fire together. The flames were reaching high, illuminating their isolated space in the woods with a warm, orange glow. Despite the crackling and sputtering from the fire, the night was quiet.

“I’m glad you found me,” said Snufkin.

Moomin fidgeted with his tail, a nervous habit that didn’t go by his best friend unnoticed. “Me too,” said the troll, still not courageous enough to look Snufkin in the eyes. “I knew to look for the campfire.”

Snufkin smiled fondly. “Clever troll.”

“Snufkin,” Moomin started, voice small. “I’m sorry for the things I said.”

“Moomintroll-”

“I know I shouldn’t have asked, it’s none of my business,” Moomin cut him off, the apology pouring out in a long string of words. “I was just curious and I felt left out, and I… I just…” he dropped his tail and slumped over. “I don’t want you to leave because of me.”

They became quiet, the apology hanging in the air between them, waiting in anxious anticipation to either be rejected or accepted. 

However, it was left unanswered. “Do you want to hear a song?” Snufkin asked, fingers tapping against the log he was sitting on, being the only indication of any nerves. Yet, his friend didn’t know of these subtle clues.

“What? Wait, you don’t have to-” Moomin finally looked up, his expression twisted into confused shock.

“No, but I want to.”

“Snufkin-”

“Moomintroll,” said Snufkin with a teasing smile, while pulling out the guitar.

That smile had always been rather infectious, so when Moomin felt the tug at the corners of his mouth, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

Strumming over the strings once, Snufkin answered in that same lighthearted tone. “If that is to play you a song, then you are correct.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Moomin muttered in a low breath, mostly just to himself, wiping a paw over his face. “I just pressured you into it.” 

“Now, you know me well enough to know that is not the case. I only do what I want to,” Snufkin said earnestly, busying his hands making small adjustments to the tuning pegs. Despite looking confident, his voice started to lose some of that same gusto. “And it just so happens that I want to play you this song now.” He strummed the strings again, as if ready to break into song immediately, but then he hesitated, one hand curling around neck, the other holding the body close. “There’s a reason I didn’t play for you…”

This had Moomin’s curiosity piqued, but he remained quiet, knowing silent patience often was the key to get Snufkin talking. 

Snufkin snorted, a private smile forming on his lips, eyes cast down. “It’s silly, really. I became very self-conscious.”

“Why?” The word slipped out unintentionally, but Moomin had never been great at holding his tongue.

“Because…” His fingers danced over the strings again, grip loosening on the guitar. “I want it to be just right.”

Moomin didn’t think this made much sense. “You are being too harsh on yourself. Your music is great! I don’t think I’ve heard you play anything I didn’t like.”

The smile on Snufkin’s lips became a little fonder. “Perhaps.” He kept plucking at the strings, the soft sounds sounding lovely, despite not being a melody yet. “But this song I’ve been working on…” A vague blush spread on his cheeks, eyes very deliberately cast down still. “I made it for you.”

This left the young troll quite speechless and a similar tint coloured his cheeks. Snufkin had made many songs, often about his travels or nature or simply just a feeling. Never had he made a song specifically for Moomin. “You made a song for me?” Moomin breathed, eyes wide.

“Yes,” admitted Snufkin, cheeks turning redder. “It could still use some work, but… do you want to hear it?”

Moomin grinned widely, hardly believing what he was hearing. “Yes! Of course, I would love to hear,” he said excitedly. He felt so elated, he could practically burst! However, now was not the time, this was a tender moment, so Moomin regained some of his composure and gazed fondly at Snufkin, eyes shimmering. “Thank you.”

Finally, Snufkin looked up to meet his eyes, looking equally excited, nervous and fond. 

And so, Snufkin played a song for his very best friend. 

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[missmarveledsblog]

Now she's mine ( Bradley bradshaw x reader) 18+

summary : sequel to if she were mine  where  rooster shows y/n how much she really loves her in the best way possible . 

warnings: smut so 18+ , oral ( fem receiving)   p in v unprotected ( wrap it before you tap it) , body worshipping and to be honest its just pure sensual filth ,goofy fluff  ending though. AWAY MINORS

From thinking the universe was against him to feeling like the luckiest man in the world was an outcome Bradley bradshaw . His hand held hers the whole time as he drove home ready to show her what she deserved and why he was the one worthy to give it to her. Was he nervous fuck yes but he wasn't letting the it pass not when he finally had a shot of getting the girl , getting his girl . He still felt her tears on his shirt when she broke in his arms earlier in the night and timing wise it may of looked quick but for him , who waited all his life well now time limit was needed.

" roo" she called so sweetly it made him melt in his seat and yet grip the steering wheel like he was holding on for dear life all in one. " yes baby girl" the sight of his driveway was never so exciting .

" how come you never said anything before" she asked pulling the belt of her body as she slide to his side leaning over and taking his seat belt off .

" well i mean a number of things i already told you but mainly i didn't wanna ruin our friendship , you mean world to me and if it meant keeping my feelings a secret to keep you in my life well i would of done it .. oh fuck" he groaned as she sat perfectly on his lap , like she meant to be there all this time on him , with him . " well giving the situation and in a blinding hindsight i think we got a lot of time to make up for don't you think" his eyes searched her hoping she wasn't having second thoughts not just about what they were doing but future or too .

" you know i never thought you'd love me like the way i love you " was all she got out of her mouth before he kissed her deeply hoping he could show how wrong she was as his tongue slid against hers . like two soulmates finding each other after eternity of being a part , puzzle pieces that fit together it made the most beautiful picture. Heated yet tender and sensual like she never been kissed before, her heart beating just for him but it always did since they were kids and he used to give her wild flowers he'd find or when they were teen and he slip silly notes in her locker to make her smile.

" sorry i had to shut those silly and wrong word up one way" he smirked as he pulled back eyes never leaving hers locked in a hypnotic trance of full blown love and lust .

" roo i meant what i said take me to bed" she leaned kissing down his jaw nipping the skin like she was staking her claim , marking what was hers . He wanted to pinch himself wondering if he somehow crashed during training and this was his heaven because never in his life would he think that he and his dream girl would be making out in his bronco like horny teenagers .

" show me the way babygirl" his fingers under her chin making her look at him .

Every nervous feeling she felt on the way was gone the minute his lips touched hers, every worry , insecurity wiped in the moment and replace with a need , an ache only bradley bradshaw could soothe . she opened the door sliding off his lap wordlessly took his hand and keys locking the car her back flush with his font as her head lolled to the side giving him more access and he kissed , teeth scrapping the sensitive skin as she a mix between a moan and sigh escaped her lips . the moment she opened his front door he spun her to face him , large hands under her thighs kicking door closed as she was pressed up against the wood . fire , passion , hungry ready to eat each other whole her hip rolling to quell the inferno that he was building between them.

" scratch that i'll show you the way" he rasped voice low making her breathe hitched and eyes blown in lust . maybe another time she would fight for dominance but this time she was submitting to anything he wanted of her and what he wanted was to take her apart and show her how a woman like her needed to be treated . lips down her neck feeling the scratch of his moustache she would never make fun of again as his hands on the hem of her top when she heard the rip and his hands sliding her ribs sliding around her back up her spin and in her hair pulling her closer if it was possible .

So lost in him that she didn't even notice she was in his room til he placed her ever so gently on his bed . sitting herself up on her knee soft hands pushing the hawaiian of his shoulder , her hands slipping under his vest feeling every nerve coming to life like it was solely under her control . leaning over her she felt so small compare to his sheet size which only added to the excitement that filled her from within .

his large hands coming to the clasp of her bra pulling it from her body throwing well he didn't know or care he had to stand back and admire the view her chest bare as she set prettily on his bed a place he would keep her forever if he could . he imagined this so many times he was alone with his cock and compared to reality it was nothing even close .

" fuck you are a dream come true" he rasped pulled his vest from his body . now it was her turn drool . she may of seen it before , admired for a second or through the lens of her sunglasses and yet now was different without obscurity in the way of such a view. Tanned muscled body that only a god could of took his sweet time carving to utter perfection . bradley bradshaw was beautiful inside and out so much so it would cause a nun to sin .

" fuck" both panting.

" god my mind didn't do you justice one bit" he growled leaning over her caging her like a hunter and his prey . his bare chest against her alone had him fighting the urge to cum in his pants like a teenager. Leaning back up his hand went to top of her pants opening the button pulling them down with her thong , knuckles grazing her skin a blaze in it trail. His lips kissing the tops of her breast as his hands slide under her knee spreading her open as he pressed his bulge against her weeping cunt. Hands still trailing up her body , up her ribs and cupping her breast pushing them together as he took the stiff peak of her nipple in his mouth and the other between his finger tips.

" roo please" she begged fucking begged for him he could die a happy man from that alone.

" patience baby waited so long wanna burn this in to my memory" he groaned hand sliding down.

" god you are soaking for me baby you are a fucking dream come true let me show you the goddess you are , a goddess i would spent rest of my days worshipping" he rasp thick digits sliding through her glistening folds . she whine as he pulled them away only for her breath to hitch as he brought his finger to his mouth tasting her sweet nectar like it was essence of life itself.

" fuck i got a taster now i need the whole meal" he smirk licking and kissing sloppily down her body she never felt anything like it already driving in a lust filled madness before he touch her .

" i will warn you baby once i get a taste i may never stop" was all he said before he dove in . eating her out like it was his first and last meal all in one . every sound she made he wanted to record have it on repeat better than any song he's heard and yet he got her singing like it was a personal concert . his tongue lapped at her cunt as if it was only source of water in the desert the coil in her stomach winding tighter and tighter she honestly thought she was going to snap in have .

" oh fuck baby you would have jesus christ himself to come off the cross for a taste" he slipping a finger then two in her weeping hole playing her like his personal instrument .

" fuck fuck fuck rooo don't stop" she cried. head thrown back on the pillow as scream came out her throat as the coil wound so tight snapped in a toe curling pleasure that made her vision blur . he chuckled when she weakly pushed his head away . if she wasn't in such a blissed out horny state she would of blushed as her arousal coated his face yet instead everything was doing made her feel powerful , a confidence she never had building inside her . lips on her she moaned at the taste of herself on his lips as her hands undone the buttons of his letting her finger graze his painfully hard length going to push him up for a taste of her own.

" baby girl any other time i would be all for those lips on my cock but i need to be in that pussy pronto before i die of madness" his voice deep graveling as his thumb tugged her bottom lip .

" please roo" she whimper mouth cover his thumb as her tongue swirl around the digit before sucking it softly.

" tonight is about you baby" he smiled kissing her nose hand around his own length guiding it through her folds letting her slick coat him .

" i just need you" she admitted softly as leaned down hand on one side of her head and another guiding his cock to her weeping entrance

. " you have me you'll always have me" he moaned pushing inch by inch feeling the velvet walls tighten around him . " gate of paradise between these leg" he trusted slowly watching her plump lips form o shape.

" oh roo faster" she moaned. She never needed to ask twice not with him sitting himself up as he went faster , harder as her back arch his hand held her in place .fucking every feeling he's had all these year. Hitting spots she only ever read of. Every coherent thought in her mind leaving as she babbled in a pleasure filled daze his hand down her body til she felt his finger coming to her clit . she was losing her god damn mind in every good sense possible feeling it approaching.

" don't stop fuck roo dont stop i'm gonna.. ohhh roo " she cried as she the world crashed around her .she gushed around his length sending his own release following after . tear falling down his cheeks in post orgasm haze .

roo you ok" she panted eyes filled with concern although her own tears we soon approaching.

" fuck i love you so much" he kissed her more softer , gentle like he was afraid she would vanish in thin air.

" roo i have loved you since we were kids and it never gonna change anytime soon" she peck his cheek before his nose and then his lips . pulling out of her before he felt onto the bed beside her pulling her to his chest holding her in his arms like he's dreamed of so many times before.

" except i pulled your hair back then" he kissed her head both panting covered in a sheen of sweat.

" i wouldn't be opposed to it now just wait til i can feel my legs again roo you've ruin me" she giggled nuzzling her face in his neck as he groaned at her admission .

" good because i'm the only one you need i know its probably not the best timing but if i know anything time means nothing your it for me have me down since that day you gave me your ice cream cause i dropped mine" he lifted her face to his .

" i just want you" she smiled repeating her words earlier.

" you have me all of me" he smiled nose rubbing hers.

" good because big heart and big dick your stuck with me" she giggled only for him to laughed pounce on her again .

" now your mine" he peppered her face in kissing as her laugh fill his house.

He woke up smiling , he was laid in bed with the girl of his dream except it was real , he got the girl now wrapped in his arms like the greatest gift on the earth. He wanted to make their first morning perfect softly out of his bed throwing his boxer on ready to spoil his girl. Extra pep in his step as he strolled confidently into his kitchen , turning the radio on searching the presses and fridge and getting to work. Maybe he had too much or too little he never knew because he had no idea what he was doing but it was going to be perfect  even if he had no idea what he was doing . 

She stretched out feeling the emptiness of the bed wondering if she dreamed it all but the ache between her legs set reality right and his room coming to focus in her sleep induce view. She didn't get a chance to wonder where he was when the smell of burning his her nose and string of incoherent curses travelled to his room. A giggle escaped her lips as she hopped out of the bed putting his hawaiian shirt amused at how much bigger it was on her to him . looking around the room to find her thong and padding down to see what the hell the burning was. Coughing and swiping the smoke she stood at the door way not noticed as he was busy cursing the pan .

" no shit stop burning ... fuck you need to perfect" he scolded only for the sweetest laugh hitting his ear making him turn and his jaw to drop .

" whatcha doing " she went on her tipping toes trying to get a glance .

" well i was trying to make my girl breakfast in bed but then a five course meal walk in the door" he purred sight of her in his shirt and his shirt alone sent him feral.

" move over big boy before you kill us both" she pushed him to the dinning table . watching in amazement as she moved easily around his kitchen so easily then groaning when she bent to reveal what was under his shirt.

" bradshaw , man we got a problem y/n not at home and we cant get .... Woah now i see why you like those shirt" jake rush in snapping him out of his trance. " phoenix found her" he called as the brunette ran in .

" oh thank god i was so ...OH MY GOD " she screamed.only for y/n to pull bradley in front of her

" its just our friends although bagman stop looking at my girls ass" he said when she let out a squeak.

" she still not ans..." .

" oh my god kill me now" . "We asked for help " jake shit eating grin was not helping  sitting at the kitchen island .

"hey mav" ,

" hey dad see i'm safe ... breakfast..anyone? " she squeaked pulling the shirt to cover her more.

" go get dress we need to have a talk .... Both of you" pete mitchell sigh as the worry was long gone as two rushed out the room.

"i'll have some breakfast" jake snorted only for nat to slap him. He definitely wasn't missing the show .

[delicate-moon-princess]

that last ask has me thinking about soft daddy Henry who cares so much about your mental health. I have adhd (not bad but it’s there) and I really struggle with depression and anxiety in the wrong environment. I can just see daddy!Henry mode activated if you went to a party you didn’t know would be so loud and chaotic. He has you lean against a corner and breathe in sync with him, uses his charm to find a perfect excuse to leave. You’re all “I’ll be okay, we don’t have to go,” and he just gives you that daddy look like he can’t believe you would downplay your needs like that, and he low (high) key wants to spank you for it. And then he cuddles you all night long. But then if you get depressed (maybe you’re PMSing, maybe someone said something that triggered a bad thought cycle), he runs you a bubble bath and pours you a glass of wine and rubs your shoulders and snuggles you through your favorite Disney movie. And goodness help them, if someone did say something negative to you, but he would spend the night making you fall apart on his fingers and tongue until you forgot all about that silly person 🤭

(Henry is a big protective bear in this one, so a gif of Walter had to be used obviously.)

 Overwhelmed

A party gets out of hand when some harsh words are thrown around. Henry is there to pick up the pieces, but it’s not always so easy healing your broken mind. (Based on this original ask)

Warning: 18+ smutty content, RPF, minor alcohol consumption, bullying, minor violence, bad thoughts and self image, mental health issues, panic attacks, comfort, daddy kink (not exactly dd/lg, but could have undertones), oral (f receiving), Henry being a gentleman and expecting nothing in return 🤭, multiple orgasms

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Any typos are my own

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This was supposed to be a small get together. That’s what you were told. A plan for a few friends to gather for a couple drinks at home. Maybe you would play some board games.

But a few people quickly turned into loads. And a couple drinks was soon an incessant river of alcohol. Now you found yourself stuck in the middle of a jumping house party.

At least thirty sweaty bodies were packed into the mediocre sized home. And new faces seemed to be showing up every minute. And the only person you knew in this place, Henry, had left to go get you some water when he saw you start to panic. 

This definitely wasn’t your kind of crowd.

Miraculously, he had found a quiet corner for you to wait in. So that is where you waited for him, as patiently as you could. You did your best to remain calm as the loud music thudded in the other room. The vibrations rattled your throbbing head. You leaned against the wall in the empty hallway, sighing.

Why did social gatherings like this overwhelm you? It always seemed like a good idea in theory. A place to meet with people, an opportunity to make new friends. But your imbalanced brain had a way of ruining things. You could never enjoy yourself. And you were sure you weren’t a joy to be around when you got overstimulated like this.

Wait for Henry, you told yourself. Don’t get too worked up. He will be back soon.

You heard footsteps approaching, so you lifted your head with a weak smile. You were expecting him to return, and all would be well again. Only it wasn’t him. Instead it was the host of the party, the one who told you it was a small gathering.

Jake. A friend of Henry’s. One that always gave you bad vibes. You bit your tongue with your bad feelings about him. If your man liked him, so should you. You were being paranoid. As always.

“Hi, Jake.” You wiped the anxious sweat from your brow, offering him a polite smile. “Quite the party.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you left already.” His voice seemed to be laced with distaste, but you figured you were imagining it. 

“I’m waiting for Henry. He left to get us some water.” You explained, wiping your damp palms on your thighs.

“Your little errand boy, right?”

“H-Huh?” You uttered in confusion. Errand boy?

“You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you? You say jump and he says how high.” He spat, crossing his arms

“Jake, I’m not-” Perhaps you were about to stick up for yourself, but he cut you off again so the words died in your throat.

“He can’t seem to go anywhere without you tagging along. Asking him for a guys night is like pulling teeth. Always spending time with the old ball and chain. You’re nagging him 24/7, aren’t you?” He scoffed.

“No, I…” You trailed off, thinking long and hard. Did you nag him?

Jake gave you hardly any time to think before spurting out more insults.

“Y’know I never could see what he saw in you. No one can. The man can get anyone. Everyone knows that. So why does he go and pick a ugly slag like you?” He jabbed, and you felt your eyes prick.

Your chest tightened. That was a question you asked yourself everyday. Everytime you woke up next to Henry. When he greeted you with a kiss and a smile. A beautiful way to start the day. But deep down it made you feel vulnerable. 

What did you do to deserve him? Nothing. Nothing at all. You were nobody. A nobody with a broken mind. 

“Why don’t you leave so the man can actually have some fun for once?” He was right. 

You blinked and didn’t say anything. You took his advice though, wobbling away as your heart began to beat quicker. You had to get out of here. The front door never seemed so far away.

You could already feel yourself spiraling as you rounded the corner to the living room. It was packed and loud. More people shuffled into your sight range. With each new face, it felt harder to breathe. You were suffocated.

You inhaled shakily, stumbling a little. You collided with a hard body, and as you were about to whip around a pair of hands cupped your shoulders. You tried to turn and apologize, but the person spoke.

“Darling? Are you alright?” Henry. You looked at him, taking in his features. He was here to protect you. But why weren’t you able to calm down? 

His lips were moving, though you couldn’t hear him. Everything was muffled. The people, the music, his voice. It all sounded far away. Like you were underwater. 

Your breathing was labored, your brain dissociating when the panic almost overtook you. The only way you were going to survive this was by detaching your mind from your body.

You felt yourself being moved. His solid presence was behind you, holding you by your shoulders. Your attention was focused on the floor. Pairs of shuffling shoes invaded your vision as he guided you through the crowd.

The fresh air entered your lungs when he got you outside. Cool and refreshing, unlike the stuffy hot air inside the house. Your hands shook as you reached up to hold your face, hiccuping when you were forced back to reality.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe, I promise.” His hand gently laid on your back, not crowding you.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe in against my hand here.” He placed his other palm on your stomach, a gentle reminder to breathe in through your diaphragm.

You closed your eyes, inhaling as you concentrated on not panicking. Your breathing was shaky but it did wonders to calm you. His soft voice rang in your ears, praising you.

“There she is, good girl. I knew you could do it, I knew you could work yourself down.” He murmured. 

He stroked your moist cheek, pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. You leaned into his touch, your rapid heart slowing.

“Darling, what happened in there?” His face showed his worry.

“I… I got a little overwhelmed. That’s all.” You murmured while glancing down at the ground. He didn’t need to know about your encounter with Jake.

He rubbed the base of your neck sympathetically. He could tell there was more. Something was bothering you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realize it would be so crowded.” He kissed your temple as he apologized.

“It’s alright. Neither of us could have known Jake would invite everyone he knew.” You gave him a weak smile, shaking your head.

You thought you kept your tone even while speaking about that wretched man. Henry caught it. He didn’t let his surprise be known. He was confused by your sudden annoyance towards Jake, who you tolerated before.

“Let’s go home, princess. I think we’ve had enough fun for one night.” He took your hand, kissing your knuckles while giving you a dazzling smile.

You frowned, disappointed in yourself for not being able to handle a simple house party. He had seemed really excited about this get together. Even as more people showed up, he kept his smile and light heartedness. That was until your mood had dropped.

Jake was right. Henry couldn’t have fun with you around. You ruin everything. Quickly, you had to fix this.   

“No, no- I’m okay. I-I only needed a breather.” You shook your head frantically, swallowing. You grimaced when you realized how dry your throat was.

His expression dropped slightly, resembling a scold. He held the water out to you after opening it, silently urging you to drink. You took the bottle sheepishly, sipping from it slowly. 

“We’re not staying here anymore. We need to go home and decompress. Both of us.” He sighed when you pouted, softening his features as he rubbed your shoulders. He leaned in, kissing between your brows as you furrowed them.

“I really need to snuggle my favorite girl right now, okay? We can have a nice bubble bath. I’ll wash you up then maybe we can watch a movie after I get you into some warm pajamas.” He leveled with you, cupping your cheek.

“Okay...” You smiled weakly. Cuddling with him sounded better than anything. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He started to turn towards the car.

“Hey, you two!” A voice called out from behind you, a familiar one that made you both freeze. For different reasons.

Henry spun around first, a grin on his face as he greeted his friend. They embraced in a hug as you turned slowly, trying to keep a polite smile. You hoped Jake would just let you two go without any snide comment.

The man in question spared you a glance as Henry patted his shoulder. 

“Hey, man. This has been quite the party. Y/N and I had a great time.” 

“Really? You’re leaving so soon.” Jake questioned, his brow raising in suspicion.

“Oh, I’ve got an early meeting in the morning. My manager contacted me with some stuff about emergency re-shoots. You know how it goes, man.” He quickly came up with a solid excuse, smooth as ever.

“Yeah, I know how it goes. It’s whatever the lady says right, pal?” Jake took a hearty swig of his beer, staring your man in the eye as his face dropped. You shifted on your feet, looking down in shame.

 “Sorry?” 

“Tell me, does she carry your balls around in her purse? Because you seem to have lost your pair.” He bit out viciously, the liquid courage burning in his chest.

“What did you just say?” Henry reared up, taking one long stride to get right in the other man’s face. 

His brows were pinched angrily. Jake’s eyes widened in the slightest, but the alcohol in his system was making him braver. He didn’t back down.

“You heard me. Ever since she’s been tagging along, you’ve turned into an utter bore. Must be some good pussy, because it seems to have sucked the life out of you.” He spit.

The anger that flashed on your boyfriend’s face was bone-chilling. In the blink of an eye, he had the smaller man’s collar clenched in his fists. Yanking him upwards, Henry shook him while growling.

“Do you think the fact that you’re hammered is going to keep me from punching your teeth in? I’m going to make you regret disrespecting her.” He growled dangerously.

You finally came to your senses when you saw him pull his fist backwards. Jake flinched. Thankfully you were able to stop your boyfriend before his knuckles were to connect with the drunk’s jaw.

“Don’t.” You gasped softly, catching his gaze while holding his arm in both of your hands. His eye twitched as his fist clenched tighter. You felt the tendons in his forearm jerk. You squeezed reassuringly.

You shook your head silently, a wordless plea for him to not escalate this. Punching him would only make things worse. Jake wasn’t worth it.

The anger dissipated from his face as he gazed at you. He lowered his fist, while his other hand on Jake’s collar loosened. Henry was about to let him go completely, until Jake scoffed under his breath.

“Pfft. Pussy-whipped.”

The actor’s face twisted once more. You sighed, cursing the hammered bastard mentally. He wasn’t making this any easier. You could tell Henry was still itching to beat him mercilessly. Said man grunted, your hand falling from his arm as he gripped Jake’s collar once more.

The large man lifted the smaller one off the ground. At least three feet upwards before tossing him on the grass in the front yard. You grimaced as he fell on his back in a heavy heap. Luckily Henry chose to drop him in the grass, as opposed to the pavement. 

You could see Jake’s ego wounded immediately, and you would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious. You crossed your arms, holding in a sigh as Henry bent down to talk to him.

“Don’t bother trying to apologize tomorrow when you sober up. Or else I’ll be forced to come back here and finish what I started.” He stood up, glaring at him for one last moment before he turned to you.

“Let’s go.” He whispered, walking behind you as he led you to the car. He kept you from even sparing at glance at Jake.  

You were silent as he got you in the car, looking down at your lap as he got in the driver's seat. He looked at you, you could feel his stare burning into you. Shame kept you from looking at him.

“Darling… Did Jake say something to you earlier?” He finally broke the silence. 

You opened your mouth, before closing it with a nod. Tears welled up as you recalled his hurtful words. From earlier in the night, and from now.

“What did he say to you?” He prodded.

You finally looked at him, and his jaw ticked when he saw your puffy eyes. Right then, he felt like going back and beating that idiot to a pulp for making his baby girl cry.  Your sniffles broke his heart.

“I-I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it.” You hiccuped, shaking your head. 

“Is that what got you so upset?” His voice was soft, almost broken with guilt. He should have never left you alone. 

You shrugged, Jake’s badgering surely didn’t help your already overstimulated mind. Henry bit his lip as he was forced to push away his anger to comfort you. He stroked your hair, rubbing your shoulder.

“Baby..” He trailed off, being interrupted by you.

“I just want to go home. And take that bubble bath you promised.” You begged, causing him to sigh and let it go for now. He gave you a smile.

“Of course, sweetheart. Let's go home.” He kissed your cheek before pulling away, turning the car on and driving.

Your eyelids were heavy, your head resting on your hand. You let them close for the rest of the car ride home. Your silence was making him want to squirm, but he did his best to not show his displeasure. It killed him to see you so upset.

When he parked he was sure you had fallen asleep, but you surprised him by lifting your head. He turned the car off, reaching to cup your cheek.

“Are you okay, my baby girl?” He searched your face for any more signs of tears. He saw only the dried streaks from earlier. 

You gave him a weak smile, and it did little to mend his broken heart. He matched your smile though, stroking your hair away from your face as you leaned into his hand.

“I’m okay. I promise.” Your voice was softer, smaller.

He leaned forward to kiss you, and you kissed back half heartedly. Henry pulled away, knowing you were still trying to put on a brave face for him.

His brave girl. You didn’t always have to be strong. That’s what he was here for. He wasn’t going to push you. You would talk to him eventually. You always did. 

“Let’s get inside, pumpkin.” He kissed your knuckles before getting out of the car. Of course he opened your door and helped you out.

You held his hand as he led you inside. He knelt in front of you once he closed the door, working on taking your heels off for you.

“You look so beautiful tonight… I still can’t believe you gave a man like me even a chance.” He murmured the last part to himself, rubbing your ankles when your shoes were gone.

You couldn’t quell the quiver of your lip. You’re the one who didn’t deserve him. Not in the slightest. Jake was right. What does a man like him see in a woman like you?

You masked with a smile, stroking his hair as he kissed your clothed hips. He watched you carefully, still on his knees in front of you.

“What do I have to do for you to see how perfect you are?” He whispered as he nuzzled your stomach, squeezing you close.

You hiccuped quietly. Your fingers weaved into his hair, feeling his silky curls between your digits. The sensation calmed you a little.

Soon, his warmth pulled away and when you opened your eyes again, he was standing. He cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing your flesh.

“I promised you a bubble bath. Come on, sweetheart.” He bent down to kiss your nose. You smiled lightly. 

You both went into the master bathroom, where you sat on the closed toilet lid. He turned to mess with the knobs on the large tub. The water filled the basin, then he added bubbles. 

You took a deep breath, the soft smell of vanilla and brown sugar filled your nostrils. The scent caused you to relax, the sound of the water lulling you into a calm state.

Henry stood up, helping you stand and start to undress. His fingers unzipped your dress, letting it fall off your body and pool at your feet on the tile floor. You shivered when his digits trailed over your form. They hooked on your panties and pulled them down your legs.

He helped you into the tub, and you let out a sigh as you sunk into the warm, scented water. The bubbles covered your chest, and you let yourself rest for a second. He stroked your hair, an added comfort to the warm bath.

“How does that feel, darling?” He spoke softly, his hands disappearing. You heard liquid being poured into a glass.

The sneaky devil had snagged a bottle of your favorite wine before coming up here. He was pouring it into the stemmed glass. Somehow you hadn’t noticed he grabbed it. He glanced back at you with a smirk. How did he know exactly what you needed?

“It feels perfect.” You whispered, in awe of this man. He handed you the wine, and you took a smooth sip. You hummed.

Well, it was almost perfect. There was one thing missing.

“Come in with me?” You blinked up at him, your hand wrapped around his wrist when he went to sit beside the tub.

He melted, nodding his head instantly. Anything you wanted, he would not hesitate to give to you. And anything he couldn’t do, it killed him that he wasn’t able to fulfill your every need. Thankfully, this was a simple request. He began to undress as you set the glass aside.

You watched him unashamed. This beautiful man was yours. All yours. You felt your heart begin to swell. As it always did when you thought about the fact that you were his and he was yours.

How did something like that happen to someone like you? It was unbelievable.

You scooted forward as he lowered himself in. He dragged you back into his chest after he was seated, making you relax in his embrace. He began to wash you, his breath ghosting over your shoulder as he kissed it.

“It kills me seeing you so upset.” Henry finally spoke after a lull of comfortable silence.

You pouted, feeling guilty about worrying him. Before you could open your mouth to apologize, he cut you off.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” He turned your head, looking at you seriously. “None of this is your fault.”

You closed your mouth, swallowing your apology as he stroked your cheek. He sighed to himself as he traced your lower lip with his thumb.

“It took every ounce of my self control not to beat him to a bloody pulp for disrespecting you.” His voice was flat.

The protective tone he held made your heart skip a beat, and a tingle to grow between your legs. A smile ghosted your lips, your hand coming up to cup his face.

“I know. I’m starting to think I should have let you.” You cracked a smile. A real one.

“I would have. All you have to do is ask.” He turned to kiss your palm. You laid your head on his shoulder, his arms around you making you feel safe. 

“I know you would.” 

Your words had the whisper of sadness. He was perfect. Too perfect for you. There must be a catch. Henry kissed the top of your head, squeezing you gently.

“Do you want to talk about what he said to you?” He murmured, dragging the washcloth down your arms.

You sighed, his touch easing you enough to talk about it. You tell him your encounter with Jake, from the very beginning. Tears burned in your eyes as you retold the story, but they didn’t fall as you repeated his hateful words.

“He said you were too good for me. And no one understands what you see in me.” You looked at him, blinking away your tears. You don’t tell him the harsher words Jake uttered to you. No reason for him to get angry again.

“And you believed him.” It wasn’t a question. He could tell by your expression that the drunk’s words resonated deep within you. 

You shrugged. He kissed the back of your neck, breathing in your scent. He sighed, his nose pressed against your skin.

“I wish I had the words to change your mind, my love. I don’t like the way you view yourself. While you think I’m too good for you, I believe in the opposite. It is you who is too good for me.

Every morning when I wake up next to you, I always ask myself one thing. ‘What did a fool like me do to deserve such an amazing, beautiful woman?’. I still don’t have an answer.”

He kissed the side of your face, his lips next to your ear. You shivered, hanging onto every word as his hands rubbed your sides.

“But I try not to dwell on it. Because every moment I spend with you is a gift. And I much rather enjoy it and then spend our time together stressing.”

You nuzzled him as he squeezed you. You sniffled, his words calming your woeful heart. You pressed your lips to his cheek, whispering against his skin. 

“Thank you, Henry. You always know how to fix things.”

“Anything for my precious girl. Anymore wine, sweetheart?” He offered you the almost empty glass. You shook your head, gesturing for him to finish it.

He winked at you and tossed it back. You watched as his tongue came out to lick the rest off his lips. Your mouth watered. His taste was intoxicating by itself, mixed with the sweet wine it had to be heavenly.

 You decided not to wonder any longer, pressing your lips to his. He hummed, deepening the kiss as he stroked your tongue with his. You gasped into his mouth when you felt his half hard cock twitch against your spine.

He grunted, smirking as he nipped at your lower lip. He squeezed your hips, pulling away. His nose brushed against yours.

“Let’s get out and dry off, shall we? Get into some warm pajamas and then you can pick a movie to watch.”

You grinned as you started to brainstorm about which movie you were going to pick. You were off in your own world as he helped you out of the tub. He quickly dried himself. Then gently patted your body dry with a fresh towel.

You hummed a soft tune, a sign to Henry that you were starting to feel like yourself again. The material of the soft towel was making you relax. Your skin still smelled of vanilla, as did his. 

He kissed the top of your head after he was done, both of you still nude until he wrapped the towel around you. You kept stealing glances at his naked form. He smirked to himself.

“Go wait for me on the bed. I’ll pick out something comfortable for you to wear.” He pecked your lips, patting your side to urge you towards the bedroom.

You bit your lip and nodded, leaving him in the bathroom. You made sure you weren’t dripping any water before sitting on the edge of the bed. You grabbed the remote, browsing for something to watch.

Henry entered, fully clothed now as he held a pair of clothes for you in one hand. In the other, a bottle of lotion.

“I’ll get you dressed, but first-lotion.” He knew your routine.

You smiled at him, watching him massage the lotion into your shoulders and arms. He lowered the towel to get your back as he sat behind you. Your eyes were closed, listening to his breathing as he lathered you up.

His large hands spread over your chest. He weighed your breasts in his palms as his thumbs lightly grazed your nipples. You moaned softly, leaning into him. His lips touched your ear, kissing his way down your neck and shoulder.

“Lay back sweet girl.” 

You did so, gazing up at him as he stood at the end of the bed. He gathered some more lotion, rubbing into your feet. You groaned in delight when he massaged your aching soles. The sensation made you melt.

You felt his lips on the sensitive skin on your foot, gently kissing your heel, and each of your toes. He gave the other foot the same attention. His fingers creeped up your legs till he was squeezing your thighs. 

Your legs spread instinctively, presenting your core to him. His eyes became half lidded as a pleased growl tumbled from his lips.

“So beautiful. Every inch of you, darling. There’s not a part of you I don’t love.” He tugged you up on the bed, lowering himself down on his stomach between your legs.

Your breath shook when you felt his mouth against the inside of your thighs. He peppered kisses along your skin as he lifted his hands. You gasped as his fingers bumped your clit. 

“Please, Daddy.” You needed more, squirming in front of him as he teased you.

“Shh, baby girl. Daddys got you. You don’t have to beg. I’m gonna taste this perfect cunt either way.” His breath hit your center as he leaned closer, covering your slit with his mouth as soon as he ended his sentence.

His tongue was hot as it weaved between your lips, seeking out the bundle of nerves hiding. His wet appendage swirled the bead once, twice, before he puckered his lips around it. Henry suckled gently, his large hands holding your thighs apart.

You arched your back and moaned, the stimulation making your gut tighten. You reached down to hold onto his hair, tugging lightly when he gave your clit another suck. You couldn’t help it

He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, moaning against your flower as you held onto his curls. He gazed up at you, admiring the look of pleasure on your face. His tongue explored further down, dipping into your leaking hole

You bucked against his mouth, panting as your heart started to thud quickly. Incoherent groans left your mouth as you wiggled on the bed. He held you in place, snarling as he increased the pace of his tongue and lips. You tensed.

He pulled the orgasm from you with skill, your body rolling. Moans of wanton pleasure escaped you, falling apart from his lips. Your skin didn’t stop tingling until he finally pulled away.   

You panted and opened your eyes when his mouth disappeared. His lips and chin were shiny, his smirk large as you got bashful at the sight of him.

“Mmm, you taste delicious. As always. Wish I could eat you all day.” He growled, one of his hands going back to your pussy. Your jaw dropped open as he traced your puffy slit.

You inhaled as he sunk a finger into you, your hole closed around it eagerly as you clenched down. He moaned under his breath, his gaze attached to the way your body swallowed his digit inside. 

“So tight, baby girl. It feels so nice to just relax and let Daddy make you feel good, doesn’t it? I love seeing you squirm. I want you to cum again. Can you do that for Daddy, beautiful?”  

You nodded quickly. He added a second finger, almost like he knew you needed it. You concentrated on the feeling of his fingertips rubbing against your convulsing walls. He found your special spot with no problem, growling when you let out a cry.

“There you go, good girl.” He grunted, shaking his fingers inside you. You squealed, and Henry moaned at the sound. “Cum for me, princess. Cum for daddy.”

He toyed with your g-spot, his lips finding your nub again. The sensations all blended together, and soon you lost yourself in another orgasm. You sobbed, gripping his head between your thighs and you arched off the bed.

He gulped down all that you gave, rutting his fingers into you to pull you through the tendrils of euphoria. Your body relaxed as your orgasm subsided. He finally pulled away with one last lingering lick of your cunt.

“Are you still with me, gorgeous?” He chuckled when you hummed and nodded lazily. “Did you decide on a movie to watch?”

You pouted silently as you glanced down at his groin. He was obviously aroused, yet wasn’t expecting you to return the favor. You wanted to take care of him. Your hand rested on his thigh. He chuckled, lifting your hand to kiss it. 

“That’s nothing for you to worry about right now, darling. You need to rest. Now, have you decided on a movie?” He questioned you again.

“Lilo and Stitch.” You murmured as he stood up, your gaze following him.

“Lilo and Stitch it is then.” He grinned leaning over you to peck your lips. You could taste a hint of your own essence on his tongue.

Henry dressed you in the warm pajamas he picked out of you beforehand. You sighed in content, smiling up at him as he switched on the movie. He smiled back at you, scooting onto the bed and pulling you close. You snuggled him, your face in his chest.

“I love you, Darling. Don’t ever forget that. No matter how bad your thoughts might get, I want you to remember how much I love you. You mean everything to me.” His voice vibrated in his chest, and you lifted your head to fixate on him.

“I love you, Henry. You’re my everything. I don’t think I could live without you.” You whispered, your eyes locked.

“Good thing you won’t have to. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.” He smiled, kissing you with a pleasant hum. You giggled.

“Now let’s watch ‘Lilo and Stitch’. Who’s the little blue guy again?”

******

A/N: Slowly chipping away at my inbox. Thank you for your patience as I slowly complete your requests. I apologize to anyone who has been waiting for months. Some things in my personal life have affected my mental health negatively, and I haven't been writing as much. Recently I've been easing my way back into writing, and I want to start being more active on here. I love you all, I feel like I don't tell you that enough. I’m sorry when I go MIA 😭❤️

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[berrieluv]

cw. sex, fights and man thinking they're in the right when they're not. I enjoyed writing this silly things about matt murdock, who's my current obsession in this little break I had for Día de los muertos, tomorrow I'm back at school and work :c

"... and there isn't a small part of yourself that tells you; and listen, this may sound incredible insane" Karen continued with a bit of sarcasm in her voice after Matt shut up for a second after complaining for ten minutes straight "But maybe you're wrong?"

Matt looked at her and mocked her, because how could he be wrong.

Y/N isn't sleeping at my place at the moment.

Was what started all this talk. Foggy asked why the place suddenly felt quiet and dark when he got used to having your colored stuff around and your voice echoing the brick walls.

"How can I be wrong, she's the dumb one"

He simply asked, as if Karen's accusations were completely out of this world.

"Maybe you could start respecting her, and you wouldn't be in this situation"

She hasn't talk to me in two weeks.

Matt said, trying to look as it didn't bothered him when in reality he had no idea on what to do with himself. He got so use to you being there to put him back together that now that he was by his own again he didn't know what to do.

"I respect her..." He started, and Karen looked at him, incredulous "I don't call her dumb in her face"

"Is not... Is not how you direct at her but how you express yourself of the one you love in front of other what is a key on respect" Matt groaned, as if it was the most complicated thing to do. "Everyone like their partner talking wonders about them, I can tell you she does. You're a hero for her"

"I'm kind of a hero"

"You're an imbecile"

You helped Matt inside his apartment and drop his arm as soon as the door was closed, his face is 'looking' at your direction and you see him frown.

"Are you mad at me or something?" He started, and you look at him incredulous, forgetting he can't see the look in your face "You haven't talk to me the whole way here"

You revolved around the place, picking up some of your things and trying to ease your anger. Knowing it wouldn't take you far to speak to Matt like that.

"Why were you making fun of me the whole night?"

You ask, calmly, trying to maintain yourself together. He hates when you do that, he hates how you start those type of questions with a 'why', with a low and almost breaking voice, as if he had been wrong, as if anything he does is enough for you. Trying to get him to feel guilty about the way he decides to express himself, trying to make him feel guilty about being him.

"You disrespected me... In front of people who are, incredible important for me... for my job"

He is about to talk and you cut him, knowing he's about to excuse himself, as if you knew he wasn't thinking of an apology "Is almost as you don't think I'm good at what I do"

"Darling..." He starts, mocking, "You're an assistant" You open your mouth and look at him with a frown "You- you can't be possible be good at your job... you're just... at your job"

You were done. You closed your mouth and started packing the things you left there just last night, knowing Matt could sense you moving around and not talking to him, making him go crazy because he heard your heart racing fast but he didn't know what you were thinking, how you felt about the, well, the truth he just said. Because he was firmly believing it was the truth.

"And for the record... My job really is important... I– I do a lot of things Matt and if you were paying attention and weren't too busy in mocking me you would've heard that I am up for a promotion. I– I'm next to have my own office and– why am I bothering explaining this to you" you say when you look the stupid smile planted in his face, as if he was waiting for you to finish and disregard any feelings you have towards this "You wouldn't get shit done without Karen, your assistant"

"Karen isn't–"

"God, shut up!" You raise your voice, throwing a mascara to his face, a bit disappointed that he stopped it before it could hit his face. You wanted to hurt him the same way he was hurting you "I'm tired of... of everything, of people telling I'm too dumb to notice things, of people thinking I'm just made to be someone's pretty wife when I'm– I'm so much more than that..." you sigh "I know, I know I can be dumb but I'm so smart, I'm so dedicated and hardworking and pretty and if people started to focus less in the last part and start acknowledging the others..."

"Baby, you don't even need to work. You're stressing yourself over nothing" He starts, missing completely the point of your speech "I'm making a lot of money, and when Nelson and Murdock is on its peak I'll be able to buy you everything you want"

He smiles, as if he just said the thing you wanted to hear, and the worst of this is that he was proud of what he just said.

You stop talking, tired, knowing he couldn't possibly understand because he was a smart, handsome white man, things came served in silver tray for him.

You get close to him, bags in hand but he can't possibly know that, he just smiles at your closeness, your heartbeat slower this time and next thing he knows his back is arching and his hands go straight to his crotch. You knew damn well it wasn't fair from you to hit a blind man, but you didn't hit him because he was blind, you did it because he was an asshole.

"I'll be back when you learn to respect me. My feelings and what I do. When you show me you know I'm not a trophy and just like you I want to be showed off for my merits and not just for being your pretty little bimbo girlfriend"

Of course Matt didn't tell the story like that to his friends. And he didn't acknowledge the mascara still laying on the floor, he knew it was somewhere around the apartment, he has step on it a few times, but he believed you had to come and pick it up, since you were the one who left it there.

"Why don't you apologize" Foggy said, eating from the Chinese food that was delivered, knowing that if you were they would be eating one of the best home-cooked meals. "I mean, you were kinda wrong"

Matt looked at him, incredulous "How- How was I wrong? For lighting up the place with my jokes and stealing the spotlight? I'm sorry I'm funny and handsome"

"I just don't think that was happened" Karen said.

"What kind of jokes were you making?" Foggy asked, with the fork pointing at Matt "Because I just know you're not good at jokes if they're not to make fun about people"

Matt gets suddenly nervous, maybe his mistake was saying the word 'joke' in the conversation.

"Oh, God, Matt" Karen said again "You fucking asshole"

Matt liked to make fun of you. Everyone knew that, and most of the time they were harmless jokes, even you laughed at them, and the moments you pouted Matt would kiss you, reassuring you that you were the best thing that happened to him, and he couldn't be happier.

So he didn't know what went wrong this time. Maybe it was your uncomfortable look telling him, begging him, to stop. Maybe it was how you pulled away from his kisses, trying to show a professional behavior to the people around. Maybe it was how you murmured a little 'stop it' in his ear, with a fake smile he couldn't see and a tone of anger in your voice. Or maybe it was how you dragged him away from the people and asked him to stop with the tasteless jokes. But how was he supposed to read your mind.

"Maybe I was wrong" He says, starting to repeat the events of the night in his head, and not knowing how all your signs of discomfort passed by him. "God, I was an ass"

You hated spending time alone. You hated how big your department was and you hated how your dad called you every five fucking minutes to ask why Matt wasn't around.

You hated how Matt wasn't there to hug you from behind and leave a walk of kisses on your neck while you were working, you hated how much you missed him and how much you wanted to run to him and forget everything that happened.

But he deserved this. And if he wasn't one to apologize this time, and show you he was mature enough to be in a relationship, maybe this was the end of you both. Because you couldn't possibly picture yourself in a relationship where you had to admit you were wrong because he couldn't possibly grab his balls and accept he wasn't in the right.

Your bell rings and you let it go, thinking it was the packages you ordered, then it goes again, and again, this time more insistent. And you rolled your eyes at the insistence.

When you open the door the first thing you see is Matt, standing with ordinary clothes, a tight shirt, making his muscles notorious and reminding you why you didn't last much mad at him. You were lucky he was wearing a loose suit that day. You cross your arms and look at him.

"What do you want, Matthew"

"I'm sorry" He starts, and that's the only thing you wanted to hear, but it took him two weeks, and now it wasn't enough. "I'm really sorry I– I disrespected you and I shouldn't have done that and I, I know you're mad but you said you will be here when I learned my lesson and I, I really love you"

"Yeah, good for you" You start. Still on the door frame, not making space for him to go in or inviting him.

"I really mean it, Y/N. I was an asshole and it took me too long to realize it and– You know I'm not good with... feelings"

"Oh, no, you're amazing at feelings, Matthew. You fall in love with every girl who talks nice to you and shows you a bit of decency, hell you even fall in love with those who doesn't, you're a manwhore. So don't come to me saying feelings aren't your thing because I just know they are"

"I–"

"You need to learn to admit you're wrong"

"I was wrong"

You look at him and sigh, you wanted to hear a sincere 'I was wrong', you wanted him to be really sorry, to show you he could grown into a man who admits his mistakes, a husband, maybe a father.

"How can I believe it when you don't believe it yourself?" He quickly falls at his knees and you look around, it's not everyday that you have Matt Murdock, the Daredevil, begging on his knees. "Don't be ridiculous, Matthew. You look pathetic"

"Baby, baby, baby..." He prays, hugging your arms and murmuring 'sorry' a thousand times.

"Get up"

And he does, after saying 'Anything you want' and taking your face in his hands. "How can I make this better? How can I make you believe me?"

And you believed him, because Matt wasn't one to tell you lies. He has never lie about anything in your relationship and you couldn't get to believe he would start today. Because if he decided to lie over this fight, he would've done it days ago, but he took his time, he worked in his case and got to realize he was really wrong. But you loved seeing a pretty man in pain.

"Matt, get in" You told him, and he obeyed, and just as quickly as the door closed your lips were in his. Wildly devouring him, taking his face with both of your hands and showing him how much you missed him.

Your hands hit his when he tries to touch you. You guide him to the couch and throw him there, getting rid of your pajamas shorts and pushing his chest so his back was touching the couch again. Matt could smell your arousal, your neediness, and he grinned, proud of himself.

You take his glasses and throw them to some place in your department, hoping they break so he would finally get another ones. A pretty ones this time.

Now your hands are on the base of the couch and your pussy's on Matt's face, and he eats it, like a starved man, which he kinda was, he haven't taste you in so long he needed this.

He didn't complain, he couldn't possibly know you were about to ride his face, but how could he say anything about it, when his hands were holding your hips, making sure they were leaving marks.

He moved his hands to your thighs and caressed them, completely forgetting Foggy and Karen where downstairs in the car, waiting for him to tell them if he made it right or things were finally over.

You started moaning louder, knowing Matt hated when you tried to be silent. Your chest rests in the wall of the couch while Matt keeps moving his tongue down there, tasting your wetness and making you cum. This time in surprise, no adverting him, not asking for permission because this was for your pleasure, and it was for you to do what you wanted, you needed him to understand control could play both parts.

When you need to get down, feeling your sore pussy begging for him to stop, he holds your thighs stronger and continues eating you out, your body shaking, and he knows what he's doing, because he knows your body and he knows how sensitive you get after coming.

"Need you, baby" He says "Need you in my cock"

You shake your hand, this wasn't about him and what he needed, and he didn't seem to understand it yet.

"We do what I want this time, Matt" You moan "We– ugh, fuck– you do what I want"

He nods, getting your pussy off his face and coming closer to yours, kissing your lips and putting one of his hands in your neck.

"What do you need, princess? What do you want, my love?" And he knew what it was, his cock, but it needed to be cleared that this was because you needed it, and not him. "You need my cock, don't you? My pretty baby needs my cock? You– fuck you got it, princess. You need my cock just take it, it's yours and only yours"

You're quick to lower his sweatpants to his knees, being greet by his big and pink cock looking at you, your mouth drools and you can't decide if you want it in your mouth or your pussy first.

"Let me fill you up, doll" He says when you start taking his cock in your pussy "Fuck, fuck, you, you're so good at this"

You chuckle, because you were barely moving but he was so needy it was almost funny. It would be funny if you weren't in the same state. And you could mock him, but you would be spitting up.

"Matt..." You start "I need you to understand, fuck, that you can't be thinking things for this long I– I need you to know what you want and where– God, yes, yes, like that– where, where we stand"

"I love you" He thrusts into you "I love you and–" He thrusts again, this time his finger was in your clit, circling it and making imposible for you to keep your eyes open "And I'm sorry, I was, I was wrong. I was wrong and you were right"

And know you understood why man loved being right, why they loved dominating over anything, because Matt saying out loud what you already knew was hotter than anything you've get him to say.

"Say it again"

He frowned, and you repeated your words "You– you were right?" You moan "You were right and I was wrong" He says as he feels you riding him faster "I was so wrong, princess. I'm so–sorry, you were right"

You moan and nod, resting your hands in his soft chest and impulsing yourself to go faster, making Matt moan when his cum finally taints your walls.

[spacehostilityy]

rewatching the OVAs (netflix s2)

low key one of my fave intros art wise (we all know howling by granrodeo is my fave intro song lol) like the suits !! are so !! cute!!!

and this frame is adorable !!

I love the search for hawk sm theyre all so fucking cute

Meliodas casually dropping “you are my purpose in life” to Elizabeth like a month after they met is INSANE. Bc from his side, makes sense. Fell in love when they were young from opposite sides of a war, risked everything to be together, have been finding and losing each other for 3000 years. But from her side, he is a cool guy she has a crush on (who is at least 15ish years older than her) who she might have known as a child. He also just described her as his entire life’s purpose. Like bro THATS CRAZYYY

Seeing Meliodas destroy the horn of cernunos is such a badass moment to me. The way he responds to her taunting with direct action and violence rather than his usual merciful beating around the bush. My favorite Mel moments are when he is using his silly goofy little guy façade and suddenly has to drop it. This is when we see a glimpse of who he was when leading the 10 commandments: arrogant, powerful, and constantly full of rage

it just so happens that arrogant, powerful, and constantly full of rage are my most prized qualities in any character

WAIT HOLY SHIT IS THE “HEINOUS SIN” MELIODAS IS CONSIDERING THAT THE GODDESS SAYS WILL DRIVE EVERYONE HE LOVES AWAY REFERRING TO HIS PLAN TO BECOME THE DEMON KING ?!?!?!?

THAT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE AND ADDS LOWKEY A TON CHARACTER MOTIVATION TO EVERYTHING ELSE MEL DOES FROM HERE ON OUT

maybe everyone knew this and im late to the game but damn that would be so cool

im pretty sure ban switches out his red leather for the long burgundy coat is bc he keeps getting stabbed front to back and the coat has a hole in the back so the weapon wont tear it lolll😭

i feel like their faces (esp meliodas’s) look a tiny bit janky in the OVAs

once again appreciating the intro 😌

They’re so fucking cute !!

Merlin and Ban clearly don’t rlly like each other much yet and it’s so funny to me

Like these are Meliodas’s closest friends and they just kinda annoy each other a lot

it’s like fuckin icarly

Gustav: the captain and one of his fellow sins going one on one? We might neve see something like this again!

hahahahaha nooo. i mean gustav didn’t, he’s dead. but the rest will el ol el

Gil is the biggest dork to ever live and howzer is concerned. Mans is crying at watching them fight and howzer is just like … ok ??

Bartra: where the fuck is my daughter

his daughter: literally watching a cage fight

MELIODAS RIPS OFF BAN’S FUCKING ARM AND SMACKS HIM WITH IT AHSDBFKSKFSDHFFK LOLLLL

theyre literally the cutest

bestiesss (boyfriends)

every one of these bitches is a fucking alcoholic

ban’s whole character is that he’s a depressed, violent alcoholic and I love him

my horrible secret is that im skipping through a lot of ova 3 bc im just not a kiane girlie😔

i do love diane tho she so babygirl

nakaba’s not even thinly veiled size kink strikes again. Seriously, i can fuck with it, but its so funny that every single main ship has a significant/abnormal height difference

hendy and dreyfus are so gay for each other im genuinely surprised it’s not canon

like look at this scene and tell me something lgbt is not happening here

omg my pfp !!

Howzer’s dad is such a dick i love it

Meliodas using the sugar spoon to full counter is literally so fucking cute, i love when they have to use dumb weapons

but also vivian lost to a tiny spoon hehe

bet gil regrets not killing vivian after she kidnaps and permanently fucks up his son ahaha🥲

Merlin being fucking terrifying saying that vivian should have realized that she is a monster is why im gay

Meanwhile Meliodas:

I love when his face does that he’s so baby

KASDBFKLHDFNWDKF GIL, HOWZER, AND GRIAMOR ALL BEGING HORNY ABT “MATURE WOMAN” MERLIN

anyway time to start season 2!!

[goosewriting]

Hi! First of all, i love your writing! I wanted to request Leo with scenario 24 and pink prompt 45 where the first line is Leo's and the second one is the reader

When realisation hits you (literally) (rottmnt Leo x reader)

scenario 24: Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours. prompt 45: “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

summary: Leo confesses to reader after a tiring day.

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader

warnings: none, fluff!

word count: 1.1k

A/N: not entirely sure if this one makes sense but i think it’s cute!

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

After a long and tiring week, you finally got to kick back on Friday night. The turtles had been on a mission all day, and you were looking forward to when they’d come back, so you could have your usual start into the weekend, which consisted of eating, gaming until ungodly hours, and sleeping in a cosy pile with your favourite reptiles in the projector room, with no set alarms the next morning.

You were already waiting at the lair, watching some Japanese show with Splinter, when you heard the steps and shuffling at the entrance. Scrambling to your feet, you quickly made your way to the turtles. You were about to greet them, but the moment you took a look at them you couldn’t help but notice how exhausted they looked. They were super beat. 

After cleaning themselves up, they excused themselves and went straight to bed, they didn’t even have the energy to eat. Since you had ordered takeout, you wrapped it up and placed it in the fridge, leaving a post-it note in each room, telling them to get food when they woke up. 

It wasn’t rare for one or two brothers to go to bed if they were super tired, but you’d at least stay up with one of them. At this point the lair was like your second home, but even so you felt a little silly to be the only one awake at someone else’s house. 

As you made your way into Leo’s room to leave the note, you saw him sitting on the bed, head in his hands. Your heart skipped the tiniest beat at the prospect of getting to spend the night with your favourite turtle after all, but he looked just as tired as his brothers. Why wasn’t he in bed yet? You approached Leo and noticed he was trembling slightly. Of what exactly, you didn’t know.

“Are you okay?” you asked, sitting down next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t think I can sleep yet” he said, voice laced with exhaustion, and lifted his head to look ahead at the wall of his room. “I’m way too wired.”

With a deep sigh, he then turned to you.

“I’m sorry you came over for nothing. There won’t be any games tonight it seems” he apologised and rubbed his face.

“Hey, it’s no problem” you said genuinely, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “The others need the rest. And so do you, honestly.”

“Do I look that bad?” he asked, to which you nodded and he chuckled.

You removed your hand from him and placed them both in your lap, waiting for him to say something. You wanted to wish him a good night and let him rest, but you also didn’t want to leave just yet.

“How about we do something low-key?” you asked after a while of him still staring ahead in silence. “Since you can’t sleep and I’m already here. We could go to the rooftop across the street and just chill for a while?”

Leo thought about it for a moment, then agreed to your suggestion.

You made your way to the roof in comfortable silence, and once you got there, you both lied down next to each other on the fluffy throw blanket you had picked up on your way out. 

There wasn’t a single cloud in the night sky, the stars shone brightly, surrounding an almost full moon. From below you, you could hear the jostling of the city night life. Breathing in the cool air, you made a mental note to come here more often at night; it felt really peaceful. 

Stealing a quick glance at Leo, you could see his furrowed brows, like he was deep in thought. You assumed it was about something that went bad in the mission or the like, so you decided to distract him a little, if only to help him calm his mind so he could sleep.

You started pointing at different stars, telling him their names and some facts and stories you remembered about the constellations. 

As you were almost running out on info, you looked at him again. While he was listening, there was still something clearly troubling him. You stopped what you were saying, which caught Leo's attention since you suddenly went silent, and he looked back at you. 

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked, referring to the mission. 

He merely hummed in response, still lost in his thoughts. Then he turned on his side, so that he was facing you completely, and you mirrored him. Suddenly aware of how close you two were, you tried to control your pounding heart while he looked for the right words to say whatever it was he wanted to say.

You studied his face in the meantime, and that’s when you realised there was a slight bruise on his jaw. Without thinking, you instinctively reached out to hold his face, running your thumb over the darkening spots on his skin.

Physical touches and caresses weren’t very rare with him, but something about this moment felt different. There was some unspoken tension between you, and you hoped you weren’t wrongly reading something into it that wasn’t there (because you wished there was…). Your train of thought was interrupted though as Leo took your hand in his, closing his eyes. Your breath hitched at that, and you waited expectantly for him to talk.

“You know” he started, still with his eyes closed. “I realised something today.”

You didn’t answer just yet, waiting for him to continue. 

“In fact, I got punched in the face because I was distracted thinking about it.”

For a second, an amused smile appeared on your lips as you wanted to make a joke about it, but there was something about his tone that was so uncharacteristically serious that you stopped yourself. There was no trace of sarcasm in the way he spoke, no mischief, no smirk.

“What were you thinking about?” you asked instead, almost in a whisper.

That’s when Leo opened his eyes, and even in the dim moonlight, that painted everything with pale and cool hues of blue, you saw the spark in his gaze and light blush prickling his cheeks.

“You.”

“Huh?” is all you managed to answer, but it sounded more like a squeak than a question. Despite the cool night breeze blowing over you, your whole body felt like it had been set on fire. 

“I think… I think I’m falling in love with you” Leo said with a loving squeeze to your hand, and gave you the softest and most earnest smile you had ever seen on him.

You mirrored his smile, and propped yourself up on your elbow. Leaning down, you saw Leo’s eyes go wide for a moment as you placed a gentle kiss to the bruise on his jaw. Without leaning back completely, you looked back at him with flushed cheeks. 

“I think I’m okay with that.”

~~~~~🐥 taglist: [more info in my pinned post!] @hearteyedracoon, @koalaray, @maribatshipper, @whygz

[peggingprowl]

oh gosh. i think you accept drabbles like mychlapi does sometimes? oh gosh if this is weird just delete it i may die of embarrassment bc i never like… talk abt smut ever. but you might be the only person who understands My Thots and i’ll otherwise explode so

Tarantulas. and Prowl. they’re gonna try again. you know. make some Springer 2.0s but now while antagonistically and lovingly married and also. yknow. less test tubes and more closer to how organics do things. but both their sparks are kinda busted right and it’s better if you have all the forge business and the sparkbudding business going on in the same frame so uh

so they ask First Aid. and that’s a good fit because he’s a little freaky but also he’s been visiting to dabble with Tarantulas’s lab stuff together so it’s not even that weird to ask and he’s supportive and says yes. and. well. i’m going to die of embarrassment! but okay

Aid. is kind of into pretending to be a science experiment, sometimes. soooo he and Tarantulas get silly with it and that’s a good time. and then Prowl is actually kinda chill when he’s relaxed and having sex so that’s good too! um. there’s other stuff but i’m too fckin shy and might perish so. that’s all for now, thanks for reading

*remembers this ask exists days later after I kept telling myself I'd answer it* HI. yes. I do accept asks! And can I just say. I'm SO glad you looked at my blog and went "yeah, they'd like some weird sex with Prowl, Tarantulas, and First Aid" and you're CORRECT!!!

Also the idea of First Aid visiting Tarantulas' lab... Intriguing! Very intriguing! Never thought about that dynamic, but I'm interested now.

Anyway. To the weird sex part! Love that Prowl and Tarantulas got back together after everything, the absolute freaks. And immediately get into baby making as well alfjalkgkalf. They probably went "ah yes, more babies... Wait fuck. We both had terrible self care. Neither of us can support a baby"

*cut to First Aid walking into the lab*

"hey you guys! what's going on?"

Prowl and Tarantulas, sharing a look: yeah, he'll do.

They probably come up to him with a whole power point of reasons why he is an Ideal Candidate to become their surrogate, plus a like 50 step plan for how they'll achieve this. Meanwhile First Aid is just like "you want me to spend my time getting constantly railed by two mechs? Sign me UP"

They then get to the part, and of course Prowl and Tarantulas are like, highly meticulous about it all, which low-key turns First Aid on. The detail is very flattering. On GOD they're going to get him robot pregnant. And if he proves to be successful with the first one... Well. It'd be a waste of an experiment to see if there's not a faster way for them to knock him up. Gotta do a few more.

[demonslayedher]

Sugoroku: The High-Key Divorce AU

While @reicchel / @sweetreichel was visiting, I wanted to play KnY Sugoroku (which is essentially Shoots and Ladders with events, and it also happens to be Zenitsu's favorite game). You might recall I have two game board versions from pizza boxes and one from the Osaka Metro collab, but I got a wonderfully terrible idea.

Instead of playing one board, we played all three.

With ten characters.

We stayed up until 3am whispering and choked for air as we nearly died laughing, being the silly fangirls we are.

(Read more below for the digest, with a few illustrations)

Also, you might recall that she has inspired a lot of my Low-Key Married GiyuShino AU ideas. That spelled trouble. She wanted to play Giyuu since he is her favorite, and I always play Shinobu. Right away, we kept spelling more trouble as we started assembling the rest of the teams.

So that was our set-up. Giyuu and Shinobu were getting a divorce.

Giyuu assembled some Pillars on his team (it was him, Inosuke, Rengoku, Uzui, and Murata), while Shinobu took most of the kids (it was her, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Kanao, and Zenitsu.

On the first turn, everyone but Murata wound up on the same square, mostly for having fought some demons in a castle and advancing there. Murata got a stomachache after eating too many Osaka specialty foods.

We very soon determined that the reason for this divorce was a very terrible argument over baseball.

You see, Giyuu landed on the square that says "yay, you watched a baseball game and your team won, move forward two spaces" while Shinobu landed on the square that says "you watched a baseball game and your team lost, go back one space." She landed here twice. The only other time I played this Sugoroku board, she also landed here, and spent the rest of the game being very sour about it. At least in the realm of my Sugoroku canon, Shinobu is VERY invested in her baseball team.

So this was a disaster waiting to happen. The only other character to land on these spaces was Tanjiro, whose team lost, so we understood why he initially took Shinobu's side in the divorce. Giyuu didn't have to gloat!! However much the loss stings, though, Tanjiro is a forgiving person, and he spends most of the game trying to get them to reconcile.

Rengoku also becomes invested in trying to get them to reconcile. He lands on the "lose one turn shopping in Osaka" square right after Giyuu does, and Rengoku loses that turn because he's talking Giyuu out of making things worse by purchasing huge amounts of baseball merch to gloat and rub things in.

Uzui, however, at times later in the game became very invested in keeping them divorced when Giyuu was desiring reconciliation. He's competitive and on Giyuu's team and doesn't want to lose, after all. Granted, this is only after Uzui has had some major setbacks after having spent the first half of the game constantly rolling sixes and staying ahead of everybody (except Nezuko, how in the world did she gain on him so fast??? Didn't she fall asleep on the wrong train somewhere?? (She did.)).

Ah, yes. At the end of the Osaka board there's a "a strong demon appears, retreat for now! Go back one space" square. When Rengoku landed here, we could only assume it was Akaza, though it wouldn't be characteristic for Rengoku to retreat. However, he joined Giyuu on that square he retreated to, and in the following turns they both rolled 3's and advanced to the following board. We interpreted this as the two of them having teamed up and defeated Akaza together.

By the time Shinobu got stuck at this space a couple times, though, nobody was there to help her. She fell further and further behind, preparing herself for what was likely to be her final battle, against Douma. She's had a really long day--her baseball team losing, getting divorced--but somehow she barely survives this battle that should had killed her! Now what? What does she have left to live for?

Right after this, Inosuke landed on a "Shinobu helps you (with medical treatment), lose 1 turn" space, but we flipped the tables and decided Inosuke went back to help Shinobu instead, since she's in bad shape. This helps her at the start of the first of the two Pizza-La boards, and Inosuke thereafter has totally forgotten there were different teams in the first place. Shinobu soon goes on to get stuck in a long, repetitive argument with Haganezuka. She's having a very, very, very long day. (Later I accidentally moved her to the wrong space because we were having a very long night. I then moved her to the correct one, where she lost a turn because all the other Pillars were very disappointed in her for cheating.)

Very early on in the Osaka Metro board, Kanao beat Rengoku in a speed bentou eating contest. He was very impressed and immediately asked her to be his Tsuguko, which she declined. On the second Pizza-la board, she and Rengoku are also the only ones to land on the "the bentou is umai! move forward 3 spaces!" square. Every time Rengoku sees her, he greets her as his Tsuguko, but she simply says "I'm not your Tsuguko." (This is all fun and games until you realize Kanao probably gained her skills for eating that fast because when she was little if she didn't eat fast, she probably didn't eat at all.)

One of those other chance rolls is "Fix a train with Giyuu! If you roll a 2, you succeed, move forward two spaces! If you roll a 6, you failed, move back three spaces." Murata landed here. Giyuu was already on the following game board by then, so he tossed him a wrench. Murata rolled a 6, so the wrench hit him in the head.

Nezuko continued moving very smoothly through this game, though she did get a little stuck when she kept startling a Kakushi and had to go back to the square before. She won pretty early (giving Shinobu some satisfaction that her team won), and Kanao joined the Winner's Circle not long after (giving Shinobu even more satisfaction).

Zenitsu was just kind of Zenitsu and didn't do anything especially interesting in the game. He joined Nezuko-chan in the Winner's Circle without much difficulty. Inosuke also didn't have much trouble.

Funny, the kids were generally doing much better than the Pillars were. I think Murata even joined them around the middle of the game, but I forgot when because no one pays that much attention to Murata.

Not Tanjiro though. Tanjiro sucks at this game.

Roughly one after another, Uzui, Giyuu, and Tanjiro all hit the same "return to start" Muzan square at the end of the second board.

So, since it's canonical, we had them all lose arms (but gain experience, as Rengoku went on to continuously remind Tanjiro). We did spare them having to go back to the previous board, though, and instead had them go back to the start of that second board. They struggled their way through with some low roles, but in a tender turn of events, Giyuu and Tanjiro both landed on the "you pass Urokodaki's training, go forward two spaces" square. How touching that Urokodaki was able to see that they had survived the encounter with Muzan! He helped them work on one-handed techniques. Uzui, however, avoided that square because one-handed or not, he's awesome and doesn't need training.

Shortly after this, although Shinobu's day doesn't improved much, Tanjiro lands on the "receive medical treatment from Shinobu, lose one turn" square. She is stunned to see Tanjiro in this state, and then in comes Giyuu, too. Giyuu, by this time, is desperate to try to patch things up with Shinobu, but Shinobu knocks him out with medicine while giving him medical treatment. She's very worked up about his condition, out of concern for him as a Pillar. After all, they are Pillars first, and whatever-they-were second. Uzui skips the medical treatment square; he's awesome and doesn't need it.

So eventually--a long eventually--later, everyone left winds up kind of around the same spot on the third game board. Rengoku and Tanjiro wind up on the same square and Rengoku is using that chance to teach Tanjiro some Breath technique to help them against Muzan, who must be showing up soon. Shinobu lands shortly ahead of them, and then Giyuu winds up there too.

Alone together at last!! At long last!!!

They has things out, they patch things up, and they agree never to speak about baseball ever again. Rengoku and Tanjiro have been eavesdropping from their square and they cheer. Uzui just wants to hurry up and get this game over with.

They all wind up moving like a pack toward those last squares. They are ready to face Muzan together!

And they are all fine, except for Uzui, who blazed ahead of everyone only to wind up losing an eye to Muzan this time and having to start over on this third game board. Everyone watches from the Winner's Circle and goads him as he grumbles his way around the board, including landing on the "the Pillars put pressure on you, lose a turn" square. So it was like everyone who wasn't already in the winner's circle assembled just to shake at their head at him and be disappointed in his for letting his ego get out of control.

But you can't keep a good Uzui down. He then lands on the "Go forth flamboyantly with Uzui! Go forward 4 spaces!" square, which helps him find his stride, and this time he plows through Kibutsuji Muzan. The end.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HIII BESTIEEE!!!

If you’re open to the idea of writing a Joseph!Reader x Josh enemies to lovers where reader has always loved hanging around the boys playing music and wants so hard to fit in with them but Josh is always pushing her away and doesn’t want her to join the band (because he knows he can’t have her cause she is Tyler’s sister 👀👀)

Tyty I can’t wait to see what you do with this !!!

Pushing me away - Josh Dun x Joseph!Reader

Warnings: Angst lol but it ends in fluff

Word Count: 3057 - long for you bestie

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! I low key love writing sibling fics for tøp! Can't wait for your next request :)

It all began when Tyler, Josh, and I hit the road for their summer tour. I had only known Josh for a few months, but Tyler managed to convince our mom to let me tag along, claiming it would be a “learning experience”—something about getting a firsthand look at the music industry. I wasn’t going to argue. Since their first garage practice, I’d been sneaking into every jam session, wanting to be part of the music, part of their world. But on tour, it quickly became clear that one thing stood in the way of that dream. One irritating, maddening, nearly six-foot-tall roadblock: Josh.

Tyler was obsessed with him. Josh this, Josh that—his best friend, his bandmate, practically his shadow. And at first, I was excited too. I'd always admired Josh’s talent from a distance, the way he made drumming look effortless, how he could light up a room with a laugh or a silly face. But up close, I quickly realized that something wasn’t right.

Every time I tried to hang out with them, Josh would find some subtle way to push me away. It started with little things, like asking me to grab something from the van while they set up. But then it escalated. “Oh, Y/N, you should check out the local sights!” or “Why don't you explore the city today? We’ll catch up later.” Every single time, like clockwork, I found myself alone, wandering streets I'd never been to, while Tyler and Josh bonded without me.

Today was no different.

“Y/N, can you grab some coffee? I heard there’s this amazing spot just down the street,” Josh asked, barely looking up as he spun a drumstick in his hand, cool and effortless. Tyler was sitting on the floor, adjusting some tracks on his laptop, completely oblivious. I had been curled up on a chair, humming along to Tyler’s chords, holding his ukulele while they ran through ideas for the night’s setlist.

I blinked, the weight of disappointment settling deep in my chest. “Uh… sure, I guess.”

The words tasted bitter. I had been so excited for this particular stop on the tour. I’d even highlighted it on my phone calendar, dreaming of watching them work together, getting a glimpse of what it felt like to be part of the music. But instead, I’d been reduced to the role of glorified coffee runner.

I set Tyler’s uke down, grabbed my wallet, and headed for the door, my footsteps heavy as I left the practice space. The sun was just barely beginning to heat up the sleepy city streets. It was early, too early for the ache of rejection that pulsed through me. But I didn’t want to make a scene. Not here. Not with Tyler watching.

The coffee shop was cute, at least. Small, with mismatched furniture scattered across the floor. The walls were painted in warm, inviting shades of cream and teal, with a bright pink neon sign in the shape of a coffee mug glowing behind the counter. I couldn’t help but smile at it. Neon signs were kind of my thing. Tyler and I had even turned it into a game—spotting them along the way to each city. I loved how they glowed against the dark, offering a bit of light when everything else felt dim.

I ordered the coffee and leaned against the aquamarine wall, waiting for the drinks to be ready when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked the screen: Mom.

“Hey, Ma,” I greeted, forcing a bit of cheer into my voice.

“Honey! How’s the tour? Are you having fun?” Her voice was filled with so much warmth, I almost felt guilty. I knew she was thrilled that Tyler and I were getting to spend this time together, and I didn’t want to crush that hope.

“It’s… good,” I lied, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

“Are you with the boys? Can I say hi to Tyler?”

My heart sank. “I’m, uh… grabbing coffee for them. They’re back at the venue,” I explained, trying to sound casual.

She hesitated. “Why aren’t you with them?”

I swallowed hard. “Josh—well, Josh’s been kind of… weird. Keeps finding ways to get me to leave them alone, I guess.” It sounded ridiculous now that I said it out loud.

Mom sighed softly, her voice gentle but firm. “Tyler mentioned something about that. He’s noticed, honey.”

Of course, he had. Tyler was always perceptive, probably more than I ever gave him credit for. “I just don’t get why Josh doesn’t like me. I’ve tried everything to fit in, but it’s like he’s always looking for ways to push me out,” I admitted, my frustration finally spilling over. “I just want to be part of what they’re doing. It’s like—like I don’t belong.”

Mom was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “Sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not about you. Sometimes… Boys are complicated. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed with the tour.”

I wanted to believe her, but I knew there was more to it. The way Josh would look at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. How his jaw would clench whenever I tried to be close to them. There was something else. Something he wasn’t saying. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I clutched the phone tighter. I didn’t know how to tell my mom what it really felt like—how every glance Josh gave me felt like a dagger, cutting through any hope I had of fitting in. But I couldn’t admit that. Not yet. 

“I guess,” I murmured, though I knew deep down there was more to it. Something Tyler hadn’t seen, something I couldn’t quite figure out. 

Mom’s soft sigh echoed through the line. “Give it time, Y/N. Things will get better. And don’t be afraid to talk to your brother about how you’re feeling.”

“I’ll try, Ma.” It was all I could promise. The barista called my name, and I pulled the phone away. “Gotta go, the coffee’s ready.”

“Okay, honey. Be safe. Love you,” she said, her voice warm and encouraging.

“Love you too,” I replied before ending the call.

I grabbed the drinks and started back toward the venue, my mind swirling with questions. Josh had always been distant, but now it felt like there was something heavier weighing on him whenever I was around. Maybe it was the tour stress like my mom said, but maybe… it was something else.

By the time I reached the venue, my hands were trembling slightly. I hated feeling like this—like I was always walking on eggshells, like I didn’t know where I stood. The sound of Tyler and Josh talking drifted out of the practice space as I pushed open the door.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Tyler grinned, walking over to grab his coffee. He gave me a quick side hug, as if he could sense the unease hanging around me.

“Yeah, no problem,” I mumbled, trying to focus on the warmth of Tyler’s brief hug instead of the way Josh was staring down at his drumsticks, avoiding eye contact altogether. It wasn’t unusual. He always found a way to look through me instead of at me.

I handed Josh his coffee without a word, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral. He muttered a quick “thanks” under his breath, still refusing to meet my gaze. The silence that followed stretched uncomfortably between us, broken only by the faint buzz of Tyler’s laptop in the background.

This was becoming unbearable. Every moment around Josh was like this—tense, awkward, like we were circling something neither of us wanted to confront. And I was tired. Tired of being the one pushed away. Tired of pretending it didn’t hurt every time Josh found another excuse to distance himself. 

Tyler was busy adjusting his laptop, his face focused on the screen as the next track queued up. I glanced over at Josh, who was tapping his drumsticks on his knee, a subtle frown creasing his forehead.

Suddenly, Josh stood up, muttering something about needing air before heading toward the door. My heart clenched. If I didn’t say something now, I wasn’t sure when I’d get another chance.

Tyler barely looked up from his screen. “Josh’ll be back. He just does this sometimes,” he said, more to himself than me.

But I wasn’t waiting for Josh to come back. I was done waiting.

I stood up, ignoring the fluttering nerves in my stomach, and followed Josh out the door. The bright afternoon sun hit me as soon as I stepped outside, the warm air doing little to calm the rush of adrenaline flooding through me.

Josh was sitting on the curb, head tilted back, eyes closed, breathing deeply as if he was trying to calm himself. For a moment, I hesitated, but then the memory of him constantly pushing me away flashed in my mind, and I knew I couldn’t keep holding back.

“Josh,” I called out, my voice firm but shaky.

He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder at me, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything as I approached, just watched me with that same guarded look he always wore.

I stopped a few feet away, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to keep myself from trembling. “We need to talk.”

Josh’s gaze flickered with something I couldn’t quite place—guilt, maybe, or frustration. He let out a long breath before responding. “About what?”

“About this,” I said, gesturing between us, feeling the weight of the tension in the space between us. “About you always finding ways to get rid of me.”

Josh dropped his head, staring at the ground like the cracks in the pavement were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “I’m not—”

“Don’t,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. “Don’t act like you haven’t been doing it on purpose. I’ve tried to be patient, tried to be understanding, but I can’t do this anymore, Josh. I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt.”

He flinched slightly at my words, his shoulders tensing as if they carried the weight of the world. For a moment, I thought he might ignore me, brush me off like he always did. But then he looked up, meeting my gaze with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“I’m not doing it to hurt you, Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice rough around the edges. “I’m doing it because I have to.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Why? Why do you have to push me away?”

Josh stood up then, running a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “Because you don’t belong in this, okay? You’re not supposed to be here. You’re Tyler’s sister—”

“And what, that means I can’t be a part of this band?” I cut him off, my frustration bubbling over. “That I can’t be around you guys? I’ve been with you since the beginning, Josh! I love music as much as you do, and I’ve worked hard to fit in with you two, but you keep acting like I don’t matter.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Josh said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “It’s not about you not belonging to the band. It’s about…” He trailed off, biting his lip, clearly torn between what he wanted to say and what he was willing to admit.

“What is it about?” I demanded, taking a step closer. “Because I don’t get it, Josh. If you don’t hate me, then why do you keep pushing me away?”

Josh hesitated, glancing around as if hoping someone else would swoop in and take over this conversation for him. When no one did, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

“It’s because I can’t… I can’t get close to you,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Tyler’s my best friend. I’ve known him for years, and I owe everything to him. If he thought for a second that I—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I can’t risk screwing that up.”

“Screwing what up?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else—something I wasn’t ready to name just yet. “What are you so afraid of?”

Josh’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, everything was laid bare between us. His carefully constructed walls, the distance he kept, all of it crumbled in the intensity of his gaze.

“I’m afraid of what happens if I let myself feel anything for you,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Because once I do, there’s no going back.”

His confession hung in the air, heavy and raw. I stood there, my breath catching in my throat, trying to process what he had just said. All this time, all the distance, wasn’t because he didn’t like me—it was because he did.

I blinked, trying to steady my breath as the weight of Josh's confession settled over me like a thick fog. All the moments I thought he was avoiding me, brushing me off—it wasn’t indifference. It was fear. Fear of something real, something he couldn’t control.

“You…” I started, my voice trembling. “You’ve been pushing me away because you’re scared of liking me?”

Josh's jaw clenched, and he let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “Not just liking you, Y/N. I already like you. I crossed that line a long time ago.” His voice was rough, like he was admitting something he never thought he’d say out loud. “It’s more than that. Once I let myself feel—if I let myself care—I don’t know if I can stop.” 

My heart raced, pounding in my ears as his words sank in. I took a shaky step forward, feeling the pull between us stronger than ever, the tension no longer something I wanted to fight.

“Josh,” I whispered, the space between us feeling impossibly small. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

He shook his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a look that was equal parts longing and regret. “Because you’re Tyler’s sister. He’s my best friend, Y/N. If something happens between us and it goes wrong… I could lose everything. The band, him—you.”

I felt my throat tighten. I knew what he was saying made sense in his head, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt. “But you’re already losing me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Every time you push me away, every time you find a reason to avoid me—it’s tearing me apart.”

Josh looked down, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “I know,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought it’d be easier if I kept my distance, but… it’s not. It’s killing me, too.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard. Josh, the guy who always seemed so in control, so confident, was unraveling right in front of me. And suddenly, I wasn’t angry anymore. I wasn’t hurt. I just wanted him to stop hiding.

I stepped closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him, the tension crackling between us like electricity. “Then stop,” I said softly. “Stop pushing me away.”

Josh’s eyes flicked to mine, and for a second, I saw a flash of something raw and desperate in his gaze. “You don’t understand, Y/N. If I let myself have this—have you—I don’t know if I’ll be able to let go.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “Maybe you don’t have to let go.”

He stared at me, his breath shallow, like he was fighting every instinct to move closer. The air between us was charged, thick with everything we’d been holding back for so long. I could feel the pull, the gravity of what this moment meant. But Josh was still hesitating, still caught in the war between what he wanted and what he thought he had to do.

“Josh,” I whispered, reaching out and placing a hand on his arm. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I saw him tense under my touch. “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure this out—together.”

His eyes searched mine, his breathing ragged, and for a split second, I thought he might pull away again. But then, slowly, he reached up and cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek. The touch was so tender, so full of everything he hadn’t been able to say, and my heart felt like it might burst.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I promised, leaning into his touch, my own fear melting away in the warmth of his hand. “I’m right here.”

For a moment, neither of us moved, the weight of everything hanging in the air between us. Then, almost like he couldn’t fight it anymore, Josh leaned in, closing the gap between us. His lips brushed mine, tentative at first, like he was testing the waters, but the second we connected, it was like everything else disappeared. The kiss deepened, and all the tension, all the longing we’d been holding back came crashing to the surface. I felt his hands move to my waist, pulling me closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. It was everything I hadn’t let myself hope for—raw, intense, and real.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other’s. Josh’s eyes fluttered open, and the look in them nearly took my breath away. There was no more fear, no more hesitation. Just him—just us.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” he murmured, his voice hoarse but steady. “But I’m not running anymore. I can’t.”

I smiled softly, my heart swelling with something warm and unfamiliar—something I hadn’t let myself feel before. “Good,” I whispered, my thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Because I’m not letting you.”

He let out a breathy laugh, the tension between us finally easing, replaced by something lighter, something hopeful. We stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the world around us fading into the background.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel like I was being pushed away.

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At Last- Never Ever Have I - The Wedding Chapter

Summary- Well folx, it has all been leading up to this- the wedding chapter.

Length- 14.2K words

Warnings- smut, slight discussions of BDSM/collars and a copious amount of fluff. Seriously, the fluff abounds but there is a bit of angst sprinkled in.

Tags- @pattiemac1, @penstxgal1968, @pensfan5871, @heatherloves87, @fallinallincurls, @cellythefloshie, @newlibrary, @princessphilly, @fallinallincurls, @juuuuuse, @laurenairay

Presidential Suite-December 6th- Fairmont hotel- Pittsburgh, PA

Penthouse Suite-December 6th- Fairmont Hotel- Pittsburgh, PA

Sidney paced by the window in the Presidential Suite while Evie put on the finishing touches on her make-up. "Explain to me again why I am being banished from the suite tonight," Sidney whined even though he already knew the answer. He walked around the suite that had over the course of the afternoon slowly turned into bride central. Evie's wedding dress hung from a hook near the ceiling. It was carefully shrouded by a sheet with a sign with the phrase “NO PEEKING SIDNEY” written in large letters. Her accessories were carefully laid out on the dining room table.

Evie walked out of the bathroom, holding her shoes in her hand. “Do you want the long or short answer?” she said as she crossed to him, turned around and waited for him to button her sheer, beaded blouse.

Evie grinned as she leaned back into his body and he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Short answer is because I said so,” she hummed as he continued his kisses. 

“And the long answer?” he whispered into her ear.

She quickly turned around and sighed, “Don’t laugh.” He laughed at the sight of her slight pout, then saw the expression in her eyes  and then nodded solemnly. “We started as a hook-up. It was solely about lust and sexual chemistry," she began. He began to interject a comment about the lust he was currently feeling, but the look in her eyes told him that it would be a bad idea. "I know that we have grown beyond that. I know that we have a love that is strong and true.” She stepped forward and intertwined her fingers with his before she continued, “There is something about it that is so honest and pure about our love." Sidney's face lit up in agreement. "I just want to honor that by doing the traditional thing…." her voice cracked and trailed off, “I know it’s silly because clearly we have fucked….A LOT…. but I don’t know, it just seems like the right thing to do.”

Sidney held up his hand, "Okay, no argument from me." He placed his hand on her cheek. "Whatever you want," he said gently before he kissed her, "For the next day, you get whatever you want because you are the bride. You are MY bride."

ver you want because you are the bride. You are MY bride." 

Evie leaned her cheek into his hand and sighed in contentment. Their tender moment was halted abruptly when the duo of bridesmaids and Mateo loudly entered the room. Taylor bellowed, "Out, Sid, out!" Together Sidney and Evie turned to her. "Save the mush for the wedding," she ordered before she added, "Evie's bachelorette party starts now.  No boys allowed." Sidney turned to Mateo who shrugged his shoulders. "No groom allowed," she corrected, "Out!"

The day before Evie had been informed that she was going to have a bachelorette party with or without her consent. She could either agree to the low key dinner and drinks or be subjected to the phallic themed event Adriana and Mateo were dying to plan. Evie chose the low key dinner and limited the guest list to her “three amigos” posse. Sidney gave Evie a long, smoldering kiss that drew the ire of his sister. "Be safe," he whispered, "I am going to find Nate and Geno. They have a bachelor party planned for me.  Text me when you get back to the suite tonight." Evie took his hand and walked him to the door. 

She pulled him back for a kiss before he left, “Enjoy your bachelor party. Remember our rule.”

“No strippers,” Sidney smiled, “I will try to let Nate down easy on that one. Besides, there is only one woman in the world  I want to see naked.” Sidney tried to mask the need in his voice, but it was evident to anyone with ears. 

“Ewwww, Sid!” Taylor yelled.

Sid looked up and laughed, “So the thought of me getting lap dances is better, Tay?”

Evie started to push him out the door, “Beso, go ahead and quit antagonizing your sister. She is only going to take it out on me.” Sidney snuck another kiss before leaving. “I love you, Beso- be safe,” Evie called as he walked down the hall. Sidney turned and put his hands to heart and grinned. 

Evie turned back to face the smirks on the faces of Adriana, Taylor and Mateo. “What?” she asked as her cheeks flushed. 

“Quit mooning over Gringo Boy and let's get wasted,” Adriana smiled.

“Are you ever going to call him by his name?” Evie asked as she gathered her stuff, “He has a perfectly good name.”

“Only when he is in trouble,” Adriana laughed, “Besides you never call him that either.”

Later at the restaurant, Adriana and Mateo were doubled over in laughter as Evie spoke. During the course of conversation, the subject of Sidney’s competitive nature came up. Their mouths dropped when Evie told them how Sidney had hit her with a wayward puck while playing air hockey against Nate. She then followed up with the detailed description of the secret plan to learn to skate before the outdoor game. Adriana giggled, “Wait, Gringo Boy caught you red-skated on the ice and you tried to deny it?” 

“I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for that pesky Guentzel kid,” Evie retorted. 

“Wait, so Sid knew before you challenged him to the face-off?” Taylor questioned. Evie went on to explain that he knew about the skating lessons, but not about the face-offs. Taylor groaned when Evie explained how she weaseled out of the locker room in the most delicate of terms. “What I want to know is what did you whisper to him before the third face-off? What got him so rattled,” Taylor inquired.When Evie explained that she told him that she wasn’t wearing panties, Taylor groaned. “Oh My God,” she huffed, “Is everything about THAT between you two?” 

“Basically,” Adriana chirped.

Evie grinned, “I can’t help it if I have a good coochie that he likes.”

“Stop it- I am going to be sick,” Taylor screamed before breaking down into giggles. 

The gigglefest continued as they left the restaurant and walked down the street. Evie paused when they walked past the tattoo parlor. She turned around and walked back and eyed the neon sign. “Hey Bridey,” Adriana, “The hotel is this way. You can’t be that drunk.”

“No, I am tipsy, but not drunk,” she called back. The three amigos shared a look as Evie opened the door to the tattoo parlor and walked in. 

Evie tossed in the large, king sized bed. Although it was the same size as her bed at the house she shared with Sidney, his absence made it feel larger. She finally fell into a deep slumber. 

The sound of the prelude music wafted into the foyer space of the Knox Ballroom. Taylor and Adriana adjusted Evie’s veil before taking their positions for their entrance Evie smiled and took a deep breath. As the doors closed behind the duo, she went to move into position for her entrance, or at least she attempted to move. She tried to lift her right foot and it would not budge. She lifted her dress and saw her pearl encrusted shoes encased in an invisible substance. “Oh no,” she thought to herself as she bent down to release the shoe. “Come on, come on,” she panicked, “Come on shoe.” She looked up at the door that had begun to open. “Come on you fucking shoe,” she said in a huff. 

“Evelyn Rose,” the calm voice chided, “Is that any way to talk right before you walk down the aisle?” 

Evie’s head popped up to see her father standing before her. He was dressed in a tuxedo, complete with boutonniere to match the wedding party. “Papa?” Evie gasped, “Papa?”

“Yes baby,” he walked toward her. He bent down and released the shoe from its imaginary captor. He stood up and smiled as he grabbed her hand. 

“What are you doing here?” Evie asked quietly, “Are you really here or is it a…..”

“Dream?” he answered before she could finish her thought.  Evie looked dejected. “I would give anything in the world to be here right now, my darling girl, but it’s a dream,” he replied. “I begged and pleaded to have this moment with you. I pleaded with Them to let me walk you down the aisle one last time.” Evie smiled and offered her arm to him. Suddenly the doors opened and they began the slow walk. She kept her head turned to focus on her father’s face. Pride radiated from it. The rest of the world was an out of focus blur, but each of his features was in sharp focus. At the end of the aisle, they turned to each other. He dramatically lifted her veil and kissed her cheek. His voice trembled as he whispered, “Thank you, Lord. Thank you.” He stood up and clapped his hands together, “Now let’s try it with just you.” 

Evie’s head tilted in confusion, “You aren’t staying?”

“No, Mija,” he sighed, “You have to make this walk alone. I can’t do it with you.”

Together they walked back to the foyer. She took her spot and he adjusted her veil. He stepped back and gazed at her in her mother’s wedding dress. “You’re just as beautiful as she was on our wedding day,” he declared, “You’re going to take his breath away.”

Evie’s head turned to the music that was playing. It was almost time for her cue. Her father turned his head as well. “He’s waiting for you, Mija,” her father said softly, “We don’t have much time.”

“You like him, Papa?” she asked hesitantly, “You approve?”

He stepped toward her, “He is everything that I wanted for you. I don’t have to worry about you anymore.”

“You worried about me? After you left?” she asked. 

“Yes, every day I worried about who would love you and take care of you. I worried about who would bring you peace. Then you met Sidney and all of that worry went away,” he went on to explain, “Now I can rest in peace.”  He gently kissed her cheek and turned to walk away. 

“Please stay Papa. I need you to stay with me,” she pleaded. 

“Bonita Mija, you don’t need me anymore. You have your Beso,” he smiled. 

“I will always need you, Papa. I miss you everyday. I try to pretend that I don’t, but I need you every day,” she cried. 

“I know my Evie,” he pulled her into a hug, “But I am here with you always. I will be with you later when you wake up.”

“Noooooo,” Evie begged, “Please stay, please. ”

“Papa stay!” Evie screamed as she woke up with a start. It took a moment to get her bearings. She was at the hotel and it was the night before her wedding. Instinctively she reached for Sidney, who was not there. She sat up and hugged her knees into her chest. Suddenly, her phone vibrated and she reached over for it.

Sidney: Evie? Are you okay?

Evie cried: No… 

Sidney: Do you need me?

Evie: Yes

Sidney: I am coming to you. 

He hung up before she could properly process the conversation. She had barely made it to the suite entrance when she heard his footsteps pounding on the floor. He was running to get to her. Evie opened the door just as he arrived. He held out his arms and she jumped into them. Her body molded around him like a baby koala bear. Sidney instinctively began to rub her back as she cried into his neck. “Shhhhh,” he soothed, “I’m here, Evie, I’m here.”

“How did you know?” she asked as he carried her into the bedroom. 

“I can’t explain it,” he said as he sat down on the bed with her firmly still attached. “I was asleep, then I felt a nudge. I think I mumbled something and rolled over,” he described, “Then I heard a voice that said ‘Evie needs you.’ I woke up and called you. When you said you needed me, I came running to you.”

Evie’s eyes grew wide and she leaned back to look into Sidney’s eyes, “Really? You are not making that up?” 

He nodded his head, “Why would I make that up?”

Evie put her face into the crook of Sidney’s neck and whispered, “Thank you Papa. Thank you.” A look of confusion spread across Sidney’s face. “Will you stay the rest of night?” she asked quietly. 

“But what about the tradition?” he answered as she crawled beneath the covers. He quickly stripped down to his boxers and then wrapped his body around hers then pulled her tight against his chest. 

“I don’t care about the tradition anymore. I need you tonight just like I do every other night. I won’t sleep with you in the other room,” she blurted out. 

“Whatever you want, my bride, whatever you want,” he kissed her ear as they both fell back asleep.

The following morning Sidney and Evie snuggled in bed and discussed the schedule for the day. They decided to forego the idea of not seeing each other for the rest of the day. The anxiety the separation would cause was not offset by the idea of clinging to an outdated tradition.  After Sidney walked back to his room to get dressed for the day, he sent her a text. 

Penthouse Suite- That evening after the big announcement

Evie rushed into the suite with Taylor and Adriana hot on her heels. Evie yelled to her “glam squad” who were waiting patiently, “It’s go time. We need to transform me into a bride.” Rachel stepped to assist Evie by unzipping her short white dress. 

Evie stepped out of it and into her white satin robe. The words “Mrs. Crosby est. 12-7-19” were embroidered on the back. Her first name was written on the front left chest. She walked over to the director’s chair to allow the team to begin their transformation. Taylor and Adriana adjourned to the bathroom to switch out of their party dresses into their bridesmaids dresses. 

Rachel smiled, “I have something for you before we start.”

Evie looked at her with a confused look, “Okay?”

Rachel smiled and retrieved a beautifully wrapped gift and card. “These were delivered for you after you went downstairs. I can only assume who they are from,” she smiled. “Knowing him, I figured that you need to open them now in case we need to correct any tear stains.”

Evie took the card and gift and felt the tears forming immediately, “Good call.” She turned to Adriana and Taylor, “Card or gift first?” 

“Gift,” they said simultaneously.

Evie fingered the gold paper and tag that read “Always and Forever” and smiled. Of course, Sidney would have the gift wrapped perfectly. She gingerly unwrapped the paper to reveal a large framed print. 

Evie examined the frame that held a star print of the night sky from the date they had met at that fateful Penguins team party. Her fingers slid over their names and the words “Our Love was Born” as the tears began to escape. She turned to look at her bridesmaids and held it up to show them. “It’s from the night we met,” she gushed, “It’s the star chart from that night.” Her voice trailed off before she swallowed, “Maybe I should have started with the card instead.” She placed the frame down on the floor as the group collectively wiped their tears. Then she opened the envelope that bore Sidney’s distinctively masculine handwriting. She slid the card out and read.

Her brows furrowed at the song change. They had spent an entire evening debating and selecting each piece of music for the ceremony and reception. "Who knew that Sidney was so passionate about music?" she questioned as she remembered the intense discussion. Then she remembered how that passion had spilled over into their bedroom that night and felt her cheeks flush. Then she felt the tears threatening to spill over. Evie took the card and fanned her face, “OMG, OMG, OMG….” Then she looked at the glam team in a panic, “I am sorry. Did I ruin it? Did I ruin the make-up?”

Rachel started to scramble, gently dabbing Evie’s tears as they fell. “Evie, don’t worry about it. I used waterproof mascara. It’s not going anywhere. I may have a word or two for your groom about sending mushy notes though. Can I see it?”

Evie handed over the card and the group gathered over Rachel’s shoulder to read. They responded with collective “Awwwww” 

Taylor, the ever practical one, spoke first, “Okay, enough of this mush. We have seven minutes to get downstairs. I can already imagine that Sid’s pacing the floor. He will lose his mind if she is late. Let’s go.”

Quick work was made of Evie’s make-up touch ups as her tiara was placed on her head. Adriana passed out the bouquets as the photographer snapped pictures. Evie went into the bedroom with the glam team to get dressed. When the doors opened and Evie began to walk out, Taylor and Adriana gasped. 

Evie looked at them nervously as their jaws dropped. 

“It’s perfect, Evita,” Adriana said finally before she started to fan her eyes.

Taylor grinned, “He’s going to die when he sees you- absolutely die.”

Downstairs-true to Taylor’s prediction, Sidney paced behind the curtains that served as a backdrop to the make-shift ceremony altar. Mike and Nate grinned as Sidney checked his watch again. He looked up and asked, “What?”

“Nothing, Sid,” Nate laughed, “Are you worried that she isn’t going to show up? You saw her less than fifteen minutes ago.”

Sidney pressed his lips together. His face bore the same expression he wore during the final moments during a pre-game. His eyes intense and his jaw set tight. He didn’t respond to Nate, but continued his pacing. 

In the suite, Taylor handed Evie her bouquet. “Let’s get this show on the road,” Adriana instructed, “It’s time to get you hitched. The trio left the suite and onto the elevator. The photographer continued to snap candid photos. When Evie started humming “Going to the Chapel” the entire crew burst into giggles. When they stepped out, they were greeted by the squeal of a little girl. 

Evie turned to find the source and her grin grew even wider. “Princess Evie, is that you?” Caroline exclaimed. Evie nodded and stepped towards the munchkin that she met on Valentine’s Day. “Wow,” the adorable brunette said, “You look like a princess bride.”

Evie crouched down and grabbed Caroline’s hands as the photographer snapped away. “That’s because I AM a princess bride. I am going to marry my prince right now.” 

“Is it your Prince Charming from before?” Caroline asked. 

“Yes, it is,” Evie beamed, “I should go before he thinks I’ve been kidnapped by the Dread Pirate Roberts.” 

Caroline looked confused by the reference. Her mother stepped forward, “We will watch the Princess Bride tonight. You’ll understand then.” Evie gave the girl a hug and continued toward the ballroom. The lobby of the hotel and ballroom halls were crowded with hotel guests. Each of them stopped and stared as Evie walked by. Whispers of “Who’s that?” ran through the crowd, “Is that a celebrity? She looks familiar.” 

Evie was blissfully unaware as she walked with a mission to get to Sidney. However, as she approached the ballroom antespace, her pace slowed. Ahead she saw the doors that had been decorated with Christmas wreaths that matched the floral decor inside. Reality began to sink in. She was moments away from her trip down the aisle and suddenly her heart ached. She thought of her father and her dream from the night before. She blinked slowly as she remembered that she would be making the walk alone and not on the arm of her father. She looked up to heaven and whispered, “Papa, help me. I don’t think I can do it without your help.” 

“Dad?” Taylor’s voice interrupted Evie’s thoughts. Evie looked up to see Troy Crosby standing in front of the double doors. He rocked back and forth on his feet and Evie smiled as she thought about how he resembled Sidney during pre-game anthems. “What are you doing out here?” Taylor asked, “You are supposed to be in your seat.” 

“I need to talk to Evie for just a moment,” he replied. He walked up to his future daughter-in-law and smiled. “Wow, Sid is going to lose it when he sees you. You look gorgeous,” he gushed. Evie blushed as Taylor and Adriana stepped away to give them a bit of privacy. Troy rubbed his hands nervously as Evie looked on. “Ummmm, I just wanted to check on you before it all begins,” he said with hesitation. She smiled as he continued, “I was just thinking about your entrance. Normally your father would walk you down the aisle, but he isn’t here. I just wanted to check that you were okay doing it alone.” 

The conversation that Sidney and he had back in Philadelphia had been pressing on his mind all day. He remembered that he had made light of her distress during the outdoor game and Sidney’s disappointment and frustration. He also remembered his promise to Sidney that he would look out for her in the future. When Evie didn’t immediately respond, he continued, “I know that I am no substitute for your father, but if you need me to walk you down the aisle, it would be my honor.” 

Evie stammered, “You would do that? Walk me down the aisle to Sidney?”

Inside the ballroom, Sidney heard the cue for his group to take their positions. Nate entered first, followed by Mike and then Sidney. Once at his mark, he turned around to face the crowd. His eyes scanned the room to take in the scene. He felt his heart rate increase. Instinctively, he searched for Evie but obviously did not see her. In her absence, his eyes sought his parents. Trina sat in the front row, beautifully dressed in her emerald green chiffon dress. Her smile was wide as she watched her baby boy take his position as groom. Sidney’s eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the empty chair next to his mother. He mouthed to his mother, “Where’s Dad?”

She leaned forward and whispered, “He went to check on Evie.”

Sidney tilted his head in confusion before the empty chairs on the other side of the aisle grabbed his attention. The row was empty with the exception of the two chairs closest to the aisle. In those seats, two signs hung

“Of course,” he thought to himself, “Of course he went to check on her.”

Out in the ante space, Troy responded to Evie’s question, “I think that it’s what Sidney would want me to do. What do you say?” Evie turned to Taylor who nodded her approval. 

Evie whispered, “I would be so thankful.” Troy stepped to her side and held out his arm. She slid in her hand in the crook of his elbow. 

Suddenly the doors opened and the sounds of Christmas Canon-https://open.spotify.com/track/0O4vuJynWVVdyvoHvZtnk3?si=adef532b356c4c89 floated out of the ballroom. 

Taylor looked back and then turned to begin her walk down the aisle. The crowd turned to face her. She made eye contact with her brother and they both looked up as the emotions began. She then shared a smile with her mother. When she approached the altar, she took a step to the right to give her brother an unscripted hug. “Just wait until you see her Sid,” she whispered, “It’s everything that you dreamed about.”

"Thanks Tay. You look beautiful," he whispered back before she took her spot. Sidney turned to see Adriana walk down the aisle. She was the picture of poise as she glided down the aisle. Then Sidney’s eyes widened and then the biggest smile spread across his face. Trina and others noticed and turned to see the cause. Evie’s head peeked around the corner as she watched her best friend walk down the aisle. When the congregation began to turn, her hand went to her mouth in surprise. Then she made eye contact with Sidney and all of the breath left her body. She mouthed the words “I love you Beso” and pulled back around the corner. A chorus of laughter went through the crowd as Sidney leaned to catch a glimpse of her as she moved back. 

Mike nudged Sidney, “You have to get it together, Darryl”

Sidney laughed, “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. Did you see her? I am going to lose it. I am going to completely lose it.”

“And absolutely no one will be surprised,” Mike smiled. Sidney rolled his eyes and began his rocking again. 

The double doors to the ballroom closed and the wedding coordinator moved Evie and Troy to their marks. She bent down to fully extend Evie’s train.

Troy turned to look at her, “Ready?” 

“I’ve been ready since Sidney told me that he wanted to marry me at Christmas last year,” she grinned. 

The song that Sidney selected began and Evie turned to face the door. The coordinator held a finger up to hold them in place. https://open.spotify.com/track/440H25G5ApUQu9YIRnGh6L?si=6848c743f0004a8b Evie smiled when the lyrics began and listened intently. Inside the ballroom, Sidney mouthed the words to himself.

It was you when we first met eyes

It was you in the city lights

It was you when I almost lost control

It was you through the darkest times

It was you that would make me shine

It was you that I hold on tight

It's always been you

So let the doors just open wide

'Cause standing there is my whole life

I've waited long enough to finally say, "I do"

And let the people on both sides

See you there and all arise

See us hand in hand

I swear I always knew

It's always been you

Evie whispered to herself, "It's always been you, Beso- always." The doors opened and Evie got her first full glimpse of the ceremony decor. She inhaled sharply and tried to remember to exhale. It was almost overwhelming until her eyes landed on Sidney. He smiled and she felt her knees buckle slightly. Troy provided support and they began their journey down the aisle.

Now it's you walking down that aisle

Now it's you, I can't help but smile

Now it's you staring back at me

Forever to be

Now it's you I see my whole world

Now it's you never been more sure

Now it's you, it's always been you

So let the doors just open wide

'Cause standing there is my whole life

I've waited long enough to finally say, "I do"

And let the people on both sides

See you there and all arise

See us hand in hand

I swear I always knew

It's always been you

It's always been you, oh

So let the doors just open wide

'Cause standing there is my whole life

I've waited long enough to finally say, "I do"

It's always been you

Sidney's mind raced as he watched her walk. "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry," he repeated to himself. As if on command, his eyes filled with tears. He forced himself to look at his mother who was dabbing tears and looking back and forth between Sidney and Evie. He looked up and wiped his tears before looking back and making eye contact with Evie. His mind went back to Valentine’s night and the last time he lost it watching her approach. When she flashed a smile, he bent over and pressed his hands to his knees. Then he lifted his head to watch her walk. Mike reached over and patted his back, “Breathe, Darryl, breathe.” Sidney inhaled deeply and stood up straight. 

Troy felt a tug on his arm. Evie pulled him with her as her pace sped up and she raced toward her beloved. 

Evie’s eyes filled with tears as she walked to her love. Sidney shifted his weight from side to side as the tears flowed down his cheeks. Suddenly, Evie felt a hand on her arm and she stopped. Her eyes went to the source and followed the hand to the arm to the shoulder and finally to the face of Geno. She whispered, “Hi Geno, what’s up?” Sidney craned his neck to see the interaction. 

“Give these to Sid. Tell him that I said that I cry too when I marry Anna,” Geno leaned forward and whispered into her ear. Beside him, Anna playfully rolled her eyes. Evie took the package of tissues and continued her walk. Smiles spread across the room as Evie practically sprinted down the aisle. 

Troy and Evie stopped at the end of the aisle and the wedding officiant motioned for the crowd to sit down. Sidney stood motionless, eyes fixed on Evie as she bent down slightly to allow Troy lift her veil over her head. Sidney’s tears flowed and he no longer wiped them away. Evie wore a smile bright enough to light up the strip in Vegas. She mouthed the words, "Beso- I love you." He inhaled deeply and wiped the tears and whispered back, "Love you the most."

Nate laughed, "You can't lose at anything, can you?" The quip was picked up by the microphone and laughter erupted in the room. 

The minister cleared his throat and began the ceremony with authority.

Welcome, all of you. We are gathered here today for one of the happiest occasions in all human life, to celebrate before God the marriage of a man and woman who love each other. Marriage is a most honorable estate, created and Instituted by God, signifying unto us the mystical union, which also exists between Christ and the Church; so too may this marriage be adorned by true and abiding love.

The minister smiled at Evie and Troy. He was thrown for a loop by Troy’s presence. He had been told the bride would walk in alone and called an audible. “Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” he asked boldly. Evie visibly flinched and Sidney’s eyes grew wide. He had specifically discussed skipping this part of the ceremony with the minister in the multiple planning meetings leading up to today. Troy’s eyes darted from the minister to Sidney and finally to Evie. Her jaw clenched almost imperceptibly. 

The brief moment seemed to stretch out for eternity until Troy spoke in response. “Evie gives herself to be married to this man. She is an independent woman who is no one’s possession. However, I speak for her father, Mark, and her mother, Vanessa,” he said with conviction. Evie turned her head at the mention of her parent’s names. Troy continued, “They… they would give anything to be here to support their daughter as she chooses to marry my very lucky son. His mother, Trina, his sister, Taylor,  and I support their marriage as does everyone in this room.” Troy bent down and kissed her cheek, “I meant every word. Now go make my son the happiest man on earth.” 

Evie grinned up at Troy and they shared a moment before she felt Adriana gingerly take her bouquet from her hand. Troy took Evie’s hand and they took a step forward. Sidney stepped toward her as Troy placed Evie’s hand in Sidney’s hand. Their eyes met and Sidney felt the breath leave his body. It was only after Evie whispered, “Beso, you have to breathe or you’ll pass out.” that he remembered to inhale. She handed the package of tissues to Sidney and whispered, “Geno sent these for you. He said it’s okay. He cried at his wedding too.” 

Sidney found Geno in the crowd, held up the tissues and called out, “Thanks Buddy!” “Mon Etoile, you found her dress. I can’t believe that you found her dress,” he gushed.Impulsively, he pulled Evie towards him and kissed her firmly before stepping back. Evie grinned and said, “I think we are supposed to wait, Beso. We aren’t to that part.” 

He stepped forward and placed a hand on each of her cheeks. “One more,” he said teasingly before leaning down to kiss her with passion and determination. “You’re everything I dreamed you would be,” he whispered, “Mon Etoile,  you are a dream come true.” 

Mike Sullivan’s voice boomed from the middle of the room, “Sid- During the game, cellies come after you put the puck in the back of the net. At a wedding, kisses come after the vows, not before.” 

Sidney and Evie turned to face the crowd with a look of surprise on their faces. “Yes, Sully,” Sid grinned before kissing Evie again as the crowd giggled. 

Twenty years into the future, the minister would question the nurses in his well-appointed nursing home, “Did I ever tell you that I married Sidney Crosby? I mean, I didn't marry him, but I performed his wedding ceremony.” The nurses would feign surprise at the story they had heard countless times. “Let me tell you,” he would say wistfully, “In all of the weddings I performed, there were never two people more clearly in love than those two.” He grinned, “No, Sidney and his Evie- they were straight out of a fairy tale.” He would smile and nod before fading back into the memory of this night. 

Sidney and Evie regained their composure as Mateo made his way to the podium after being introduced by the minister. They stood, side by side, watched Mateo as readied himself.

Mateo spoke into the microphone, "Sidney and Evie, I want you to turn around and face your friends and family." Sidney tilted his head and shook it slowly. He had given Mateo free reign in selecting the reading for the ceremony. His only condition being that reading not be "cliche". Now he was beginning to doubt his decision. However, the radiant couple turned to face the crowd. 

Evie gripped Sidney's hand as her gaze swept across the room. She laughed as she noticed the door to the service hallway opened slightly. In the small crack, she saw the smiling faces of her co-workers that were working the wedding. She inhaled deeply. Not just a wedding- HER wedding. She looked at Sidney and corrected herself- THEIR wedding.

Mateo began speaking.

Evie wiped tears and Sidney kissed the top of her head. He whispered into her hair, "I love you, I love you, I love you. I am going to wear out the words ‘I love you’  today."

As instructed they turned to face each other. Their hands clung together and they grinned like fools. The minister turned to Evie. While the minister spoke, Evie alternated between rocking back and forth on her heels and bouncing up and down.

Evie, will you have this man to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him all the days of your life?

She squeezed Sidney’s hands tightly and shouted, "I WILL!" Her enthusiastic response elicited laughter from the crowd. 

Adriana giggled, "Evita, I think they heard you in Dallas AND Nova Scotia." Evie simply shrugged her shoulders. 

The celebrant turned to Sidney. He immediately answered, "I will." 

"Sidney, I have to ask the question first, then you answer," the minister replied. 

"That's my answer," Sidney shot back before the minister spoke again.

“Indulge me and let me officially ask the question,” the minister smiled. It was Sidney’s turn to shrug his shoulders. Again, laughter spread through the crowd. 

Sidney, will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health;and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her all the days of your life?

Sidney waited for a beat for dramatic effect as crowd laughed at delay, "I will. I will. I will."

The minister grinned at the crowd, “Let’s see if they let me get through this passage before they start reciting their vows on their own.” He read from 1 John 4. 

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.  This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. This is how we know that we live in him and he in us: He has given us of his Spirit. And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.

The minister smiled knowingly, "Sidney, let’s see if you have more patience with the vows- please repeat after me." Sidney glanced at his parents before returning his attention to Evie. He inhaled deeply.

I, Sidney Patrick Crosby, take you, Evelyn Rose Montgomery, to be my wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, all the days of my life: according to God’s holy ordinance, this is my solemn vow.

His mind was flooded with the memories of their relationship until that moment. The memories of how these vows reflected the actions that they lived every day. He threw his head back as his eyes filled with tears. Honestly, he was relieved that he was able to recite the vows without his voice cracking. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. 

In the audience, Anna playfully nudged Geno who dabbed his eyes. "Zhenya,darling," she whispered in his ear, "What's the matter? Happy for Sid? So happy that you cry?"

He shook his head defiantly, "Too much dust in the air." She smiled, "Of course."

Sidney felt the emotions subside and looked to Evie. Silent tears streamed down her face. His thumbs moved to wipe her tears. All sense of decorum left Sidney’s thoughts and the need to comfort her took over. He leaned forward and kissed her tear stained face which caused her to laugh. "Beso, we aren't to the kissing part yet," she joked as he showered her face with kisses. The minister cleared his throat loudly which caused Sidney to retreat.

"Evie, it's your turn," the minister began. She did not wait for the cues and started loudly.

"I, Evelyn Rose Montgomery," she paused. It dawned on her that it would no longer be her name. She was about to officially become Crosby. She smiled, took a breath and continued, "take you, Sidney Patrick Crosby." Her voice cracked but she pushed on, "to be my husband." Sidney squeezed her hands and willed her to continue. She inhaled deeply and said in rapid fire succession "To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, all the days of my life: according to God’s holy ordinance, this is my solemn vow." She grinned at Sidney who nodded his approval. He mouthed the words, "Good girl," which caused her to blush.

The minister turned to Adriana and held out his hand. She took the platinum band off of her thumb and placed it in the outstretched hand. He then turned to Mike who turned over the diamond ring to the minister. He prayed:

Bless, O Lord, these rings to be a sign of the vows by which this man and this woman have bound themselves to each other; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Evie took the plain platinum band and placed it on Sidney's ring finger. She looked into his eyes and said confidently, "With this ring I thee wed; with my body I thee worship." A sly grin spread across Sidney's face. A mental image of how Evie worshiped him with her body flashed in his imagination.  Evie bit her bottom lip and continued "and with all my worldly goods, I thee endow. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Sidney turned to the minister and gently picked up the large diamond ring. Evie’s eyes drifted to the ring, and she exclaimed, “Beso, it’s so big!” Her mind registered what she just said, and her hand went to her mouth to cover her embarrassment. “I meant the ring,” she continued while the giggles surfaced, “The ring is so big.” Sidney shook his head and placed the ring on her left ring finger. 

“With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship," he paused and grinned. Taylor groaned loudly and Sidney shrugged his shoulders. "And with all my worldly goods, I thee endow. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen" he said confidently as he slid the diamond into place. 

Evie looked from the ring to Sidney’s face and back to the ring. He silently waited for a reaction. She contemplated voicing an objection but silenced herself. The ring was a physical representation of his love for her. It made perfect sense that it was big and bold like his love. It was absolutely perfect and her face beamed. "I love it, Beso," she whispered.

Sidney exhaled a breath that he didn't even realize he was holding in. The emotions were beginning to get the better of him. Evie tilted her head and whispered,"It's almost over Beso. It's almost over." 

They turned to face the minister who began his prayer. 

Let us pray.

Eternal God, creator and preserver of all life, author ofsalvation, and giver of all grace: Look with favor upon theworld you have made, and for which your Son gave his life,and especially upon this man and this woman whom youmake one flesh in Holy Matrimony. Amen. Give them wisdom and devotion in the ordering of theircommon life, that each may be to the other a strength in need, acounselor in perplexity, a comfort in sorrow, and a companionin joy. Amen.

Sidney leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You give me so much joy.” Evie giggled and whispered back, “Beso, pay attention. We are supposed to be praying.”

Grant that their wills may be so knit together in your will,and their spirits in your Spirit, that they may grow in loveand peace with you and one another all the days of their life.Amen.

Sidney leaned over again, “I should have asked for the short wedding ceremony. I don’t think he is ever going to shut up.” Evie elbowed his side and shushed him. 

Give them grace, when they hurt each other, to recognize andacknowledge their fault, and to seek each other's forgivenessand yours. Amen.

Evie squirmed and tried to keep focus. Sidney was right. The ceremony was dragging out. The minister’s voice had begun to take on the “blah, blah, blah, blah” tone of Charlie Brown’s teacher. How much longer was there to go?

Make their life together a sign of Christ's love to this sinfuland broken world, that unity may overcome estrangement,forgiveness heals guilt, and joy conquers despair. Amen.

Sidney rocked back and forth impatiently. From their seats, his teammates recognized his body language. He seemingly appeared calm and peaceful, but he was ready to spring into action. 

Bestow on them, if it is your will, the gift and heritage ofchildren, and the grace to bring them up to know you, to love you,and to serve you. Amen. 

Sidney whispered,“Oh, I am going to put a baby in you. Going to do it tonight.” Both of them giggled and tried to restrain themselves. 

Give them such fulfillment of their mutual affection that theymay reach out in love and concern for others. Amen.

“Fulfillment of mutual affection,” Evie whispered, “You got that? MUTUAL.”

“You haven’t had any complaints so far, Mon Etoile,” Sidney responded.

Grant that all married persons who have witnessed these vows may find their lives strengthened and their loyalties confirmed. Amen.

Troy leaned over and kissed Trina on the cheek. She smiled softly. He whispered, “Always and Forever, babe.” 

Grant that the bonds of our common humanity, by which all your children are united one to another, and the living to the dead, may be so transformed by your grace, that your will may be done on earth as it is in heaven; where, O Father, with your.Son and the Holy Spirit, you live and reign in perfect unity, now and forever. Amen.

Evie looked over at Sidney, “I think he’s done. I think he’s done.” Sidney nodded in affirmation. The minister shook his head, leaned forward and whispered, “Yes, I am almost done. You two are incorrigible. Now turn and hold hands.” 

They suppressed their giggles and followed instructions. Sidney and Evie looked at each other. Pure, unadulterated love and joy radiated from them. Subconsciously their bodies began to shake with anticipation. Sidney laughed as Evie began to bounce up and down. She looked from the minister to Sidney and back again. Her eyes focused on the minister and willed him to say the words. 

Sidney and Evie, you have expressed your love to one another through the commitment and promises you have just made. It is with these in mind that I pronounce you husband and wife. You have kissed a thousand times, maybe more. But today the feeling is new. Today, your kiss is a promise. No longer simply partners and best friends, you have become one and can now seal the agreement with a kiss.

Sidney stepped forward and took Evie into his arms. Her hands went to his face to draw him into her. “I thought he would never shut up,” Sidney grinned as pressed his lips into Evie’s lips. The kiss began as firm yet chaste, yet the excitement and anticipation took over. He pulled her closer into his body, as close as they could get with her crinolines in the way. “We did it, Evie,” he murmured into her mouth, “We did it.” 

The minister tapped Sidney on the shoulder and said, “We’re not done.” Sidney and Evie groaned in unison.

The minister continued- “God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, bless, preserve, and keep you; the Lord mercifully with his favor look upon you, and fill you with all spiritual benediction and grace; that you may faithfully live together in this life, and in the age to come have life everlasting.  Amen. Ladies and gentlemen, it is with  great pleasure and divine honor that I introduce for the first time- Evie and Sidney Crosby. Those whom God has joined together let no one put asunder.” 

Suddenly a loud sound erupted and Sidney paused to look up. “Is that?” he questioned and looked at Evie, She nodded her head yes and they laughed. The Pittsburgh Penguins goal horn and song blared from the speakers. (23) Pittsburgh Penguins 2019 Goal Horn -  YouTube Sidney held Evie with one arm and thrust the other into the air in celebration. “It’s perfect,” he laughed before kissing her again, “It’s absolutely perfect.” From their chairs, Sidney’s teammates chanted their names. 

Adriana kissed Evie on the cheek as she handed Evie her bouquet, “Best wedding ever.” Evie grinned as Sidney grabbed her hand and led back up the aisle. They danced up the aisle, singing along to the song “Party Hard”.

Outside the ballroom, Sidney and Evie stood, unsure what to do next. In the absence of direction, Sidney pulled her into an embrace. The wedding coordinator peeked from around the corner, “The photographer wants to get some photos before Evie changes again. Come this way.” They followed her instructions and spent the next few minutes obediently posing for photos. At the end, their cheeks ached from smiling but they could not stop for some reason.

"Hey Crosbys!" Evie turned with a grin. "You have thirty minutes until your reception starts," the wedding coordinator called out,"Evie, don't make me come chase you down."

Sidney turned to Evie with a question in his eyes. She could see the wheels turning in his brain. "Thirty minutes?" He said with a sly grin.

Evie stepped back, "Yes, I have to change into outfit number three of the night. You know….. the sexy reception dress for booty shaking."

"Evie…." Sidney growled, "How long will it take for you to change?"

"Catch me and find out " she laughed as she hiked up her dress, stepped out of her shoes and began a sprint to the elevator. He stood, stunned, for a moment before he chased after her. Evie paced in the elevator lobby as he caught up with her. They dissolved into giggles as he playfully pushed her into the elevator when the doors opened. “Ohhhhh,is my husband in a hurry?” she laughed as he pressed her against the back wall of the elevator. 

“Say it again,” he growled into her ear as he nibbled her neck.

“Say what again?” she asked as she watched the floor numbers ascend until they arrived at their penthouse suite. 

“What’s my name?” he demanded as hands went down below her ass and drew her into him. 

“Mr. Crosby, you are my husband now,” she teased. 

“Say it again,” he pressed into her. 

“Husband, husband, husband,” she repeated as he bent down and lifted her over his shoulder and carried her to the door. He handed her the room card to unlock the door. When they entered the room, Evie’s glam team looked up in surprise. 

Sidney placed her down and moaned in her ear, “Evie….”

She turned to him,”Beso, give me a minute.”

He began to pace like a caged animal as she directed the team to help remove her dress. Their fingers worked frantically to unzip the dress. Evie stepped out of the dress and turned to her team. “Give us ten minutes,” she requested, “We just need to ummmm, discuss some reception details.” 

“Evie,” Rachel smiled, “We are used to dealing with newlyweds. Text me when you are ready for us to come back.” Evie blushed and nodded. “Try not to be on bottom,” Rachel whispered, “You’ll mess up your hair.” 

Evie laughed, which caught Sidney’s attention, “I’ll try.”

The door had barely shut when Sidney approached her. His hand unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He guided her into the bathroom until she was pressed into the counter. It was only then that he took a look at her white boy shorts. Baby blue thread neatly spelling out “Mrs. Crosby- You may now fuck the bride" across her ass. As he reached for them, she made eye contact in the mirror. “Pull them down- don't tear them, Beso,” she insisted, “I need them for the reception.” 

He nodded and pulled them down her legs. He inhaled her scent as he stood back up. “Mmmm, is my wife ready for me?” he moaned into her shoulder as he spread her legs with his massive thigh.. 

Evie placed her hands on the counter top and looked back over her shoulder. “I have been waiting my whole life to be fucked by my husband,” she growled, “I can’t wait anymore.” It was just the encouragement he needed. 

Sidney moaned as he thrust into her, “Fuck…..you feel amazing, Mon Etoile. I missed being inside your pussy. It’s so warm and wet for me.” He began a frantic pace of thrusting while placing open mouth kisses on her back. “Oh God,” he cried out, “My wife- I am fucking my WIFE.” They both raced to the edge of the pleasure. The results of the three week sex ban heightened the intensity but also ensured that the journey to their mutual orgasms would be short. The cacophony of moans, groans and random screams of pleasure created a symphony of love. When they were done, they were both bent over the bathroom counter, panting and out of breath. Sidney gently kissed her back, “Evie, are you okay? I wasn’t too rough was I? I was a little out of control.” 

“Mmmmmm no, it was just right,” she said with a smile, “It’s only fitting that the first fuck as husband and wife be as hot and intense as our first fuck.” 

Sidney retrieved his boxers and pants and brought Evie’s white satin robe to her. “I love the panties by the way,” he smiled as she pulled her boyshorts up over her bottom. 

As she pulled on the robe, he instructed her to close her eyes. “I have a surprise for you,” he joked as he stood behind her and pulled a diamond necklace out of his tuxedo jacket. He wrapped the necklace around her neck and she felt the weight of the stones. “Now open your eyes,” he ordered as he clasped it together. 

Her eyes fluttered open to see the large diamond tennis necklace around her neck. Her fingers immediately went to touch it. “Beso,” she said in shock, “These are cubic zirconia, right? These are not actual diamonds. Beso, right?” He stared into her eyes in the reflection and shook his head no. 

Evie’s eyes widened as she examined the necklace in the mirror. “Beso,” she whispered, “I am going to have to put you in spoiling time-out soon.”

“This was on the yellow list. I hope that you don’t mind that I got you one without us discussing it first,” he said tentatively.

“Is this…..” she spoke softly, “Is this a collar? A collar to show that I belong to you?” 

Their relationship danced on the edge of the BDSM lifestyle. Beyond their initial conversation, Sidney and Evie had never discussed the more traditional requirements like contracts and collars. In “the lifestyle”, collars were an outward symbol of submission within a relationship. Both of them had placed the concept of a collar in the yellow zone simply because it was an idea that carried a weight of permanence that was inconceivable to discuss, much less place, on the green list at the time. However, if you had pressed either one of them, they would have confessed a desire for a collar but more importantly for a relationship that would warrant a collar. Still, it had not been discussed and Sidney had taken a risk in purchasing such an extravagant example of one. 

“Do you like it? Will you wear it?” he quizzed softly. 

“All the time?” she asked. 

“When we are playing or whenever you want to wear it,” he said. All of the sudden he doubted his gift to her and it began to overwhelm him. “If you don’t want it, you don’t have to wear it at all,” he said suddenly. His hands moved to take it off of her neck. 

“Don’t you dare take it off of me, Mr. Crosby,” she said with authority, “I want to wear it. I want the world to know how much you love your princess. I will wear it with pride.”

“You will?” his eyes met hers in the mirror reflection.

“Of course,” she smiled, “Thank you for my gift, Mr. Crosby. I adore it.”

“Quit calling me, Mr. Crosby or we will never make it downstairs,” he laughed. 

“Can I wear it tonight at the reception?" she asked.

"Of course," he answered.

"Good- now let me get ready," she joked as she pushed him away.

"Yes, my beautiful wife," he kissed her ear. 

The newlyweds appeared before the coordinator with seconds to spare before their appointed deadline. "Evie," the coordinator commented, "You are right on time." 

"No thanks to my husband," Evie replied. To the casual eye, they appeared calmed and relaxed. However, Evie's cheeks were flushed and she clung to Sidney for support. Her legs were shaky after their unexpected second round which occurred when Sidney saw how the reception dress hugged her curves. 

The cocktail hour was in full swing still but the wedding coordinator escorted them into the ballroom where their reception would be held. The doors opened with a flourish and they both gasped. 

"Oh, it’s perfect,” Evie gushed as they stepped into the beautifully decorated room. Red floral centerpieces highlighted the tables. Accents of green and gold added to the festive holiday spirit. Sidney and Evie held hands as they walked through and examined the details that she had painstakingly selected. Sidney marveled at the magic that Evie was able to create. It solidified their decision to get married that day instead of waiting until the summer. 

They were then ushered out of the room while their guests moved from the cocktail hour into the reception. They stood together and greeted each guest as they entered the room. The next hour was a blur of hugs and laughter. Each of Sidney’s teammates good naturedly teased him about his emotional response to Evie’s entrance. Kelsey Rust hugged Evie and gushed, “I guess you got your dream holiday wedding after all. I am so happy that it worked out for you.” As their guests ate their dinner, Sidney and Evie made their way throughout the room. They posed for pictures while they laughed and joked. Eventually, the wedding coordinator gave them the signal to make their exit for the wedding party introductions.  

Standing in a side hallway, they stood with their arms wrapped around each, bodies pressed together. They rocked from side to side and allowed the joy of the moment to envelope them while the others watched them in bemused silence. When Sidney saw the signal from the coordinator, he whispered into her ear, “Mon Etoile- my princess…. It’s time to go into our party.” 

She looked into his eyes and smiled, “Can’t wait Beso.”

The music pumped as the wedding emcee announced each person. Nate twirled Taylor around as they entered to the upbeat song. Mike and Adriana followed with Adriana leading him in “Ladies and gentleman, here they come. For the first time as husband and wife, Mr and Mrs. Crosby.” Sidney and Evie entered the room to thunderous applause. They walked the circumference of the dance floor and fist bumped the crowd before taking their spots at the top of the dance floor. The wedding emcee then announced Mike for his best man’s speech.

Mike nervously stepped to the microphone and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He looked at Sidney who smiled and nodded. He knew that Mike was not a public speaker. He had even offered Mike a free pass on giving a speech. “Nate Dogg can do it if you don’t want to speak in front of everyone,” Sidney had offered. The offer was politely and firmly declined by Mike. After everything Sidney had done for him in his life, giving a best man’s speech was a small gift to give in return. He unfolded the paper and began to speak into the microphone. 

“My name is Mike Chiasson and Darryl has been my best friend since kindergarten,” he paused and furrowed his brow, “I’m sorry- Sid has been my best friend since kindergarten. I don’t think I have to tell anyone in this room what an honor it has been to be his friend. I also don’t think I have to tell anyone in this room how much Sid loves the game of hockey. He loves everything about it. He loves to watch it. He loves to talk about it and study it. More importantly, he loves to play it. On school holidays, when everyone else wanted to sleep in, Sidney made the rounds through the neighborhood to get enough guys together to play some street hockey. It’s just been the way it has been the entire time I’ve known him. Now we all know that his love of hockey has been rewarded with untold success, but you would never know it when you meet him. He is humble and kind. There is no superstar attitude. There is no sense of entitlement. Isn’t that right boys?” Mike paused and looked up at the men in the room who had shared the ice and locker rooms with Sidney. He was met with nods of agreement. 

“I remember an interview that Sid gave when he was, I don’t know, maybe fourteen years old. Troy/Trina- correct me if I am wrong. Sid gave the most quintessential Sid quote ever, “I eat, sleep and drink hockey. I mean it’s amazing. It’s my life pretty much.” Evie squeezed Sidney’s hand and rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist.  “For almost twenty years, that quote was entirely accurate. Sid’s world revolved around hockey. Sure, he made time for his friends and family but there was no mistaking what was Sidney’s priority. It was hockey- plain and simple. But as we all know that changed last year and we all know who was the catalyst for that change- Miss Evie Montgomery.” 

“That’s Mrs. Crosby now,” Sidney shouted out. 

“Yes, we know Sid- she’s Mrs. Crosby,” Mike laughed, ”Everyone take a shot.” Sidney and Evie looked at each other in confusion. Mike laughed, "Oh, you didn't hear about the new drinking game? Take a shot every time Sidney says Mrs. Crosby or my wife."

"I'm pretty sure we're all going to die of alcohol poisoning," Nate yelled from the other side of the dance floor. 

Mike pulled out his phone and pulled up a screenshot of a text. “I’d like to read a text that I received in September of last year.” 

Sidney- Hey, you busy?

Mike- Not really. What’s up buddy?

Sidney- I met a woman.

Mike- Oh? Tell me more

Mike looked up and grinned, “You all know how private Sid is. In twenty five years of friendship, it was the first time that he had initiated a conversation about a girl or woman. You can imagine my surprise when he led off a conversation like that.” 

Sidney- I met her at a team party. She is gorgeous and amazing. I’ve never met anyone like her. I can’t stop thinking about her. 

Mike- You should probably ask her out. 

Sidney- What if she says no?

Mike- What if she says yes?

Sidney- If she says yes, I am pretty sure that I am done. She’s the one. 

Evie looked up at Sidney in surprise. “Wait, was this before the night you came to my apartment after the Taylor thing?” she questioned. Sidney blushed and shrugged his shoulders. 

Mike continued, “Three days later I got another text from him that simply said ‘I asked her out. She said yes. Best date of my life. Introducing her to the team Wednesday night.” Next thing I know, Sid is texting less and less. I ask where he has been and the answer is always….”

“I’m with Evie,” Letang shouted out to complete the sentence. 

Mike gave a knowing nod and continued, “Two months later, he told me that we need to get our bucket list trip scheduled for the summer. When I asked why, he responded ‘I am going to ask Evie to marry me and I can’t travel to Europe with you after I marry her.’ Fast forward to summer and our trip. Have you ever traveled with a lovesick man? Sidney talked so much about Evie that she might as well have been on the trip. I wish she had been so I didn’t have to listen to the constant conversation of ‘Do you think Evie would like this restaurant? I should buy Evie a gift. We have to get back to the hotel. It’s almost time for Evie to call.”

Evie stood on her tiptoes and kissed Sidney’s cheek. “Never again,” she whispered into his ear, “Never again will we be separated that long.” Sidney squeezed her tight and nodded in agreement. 

“The new reality of Sid’s world became apparent at the end of summer. Evie moved to Nova Scotia. Suddenly the man who is always first on the ice and last off of the ice is the last one on and first one off the ice. No more hanging to shoot the breeze after a workout. Nope, he had to get back to the woman - the woman who replaced hockey as number one in Sid’s life. He had to get back to Evie. He might not admit it, but the quote has changed. It’s now, ‘I eat, sleep and drink Evie. She is amazing. She is my life pretty much.” Evie’s eyes welled up with tears. To hear Sidney’s best friend make such a bold claim humbled her. She looked around the room and saw their friends and families looking back with knowing looks. 

“Evie,” Mike smiled, “Thank you. Thank you for showing Sid a world beyond hockey. He was remarkable before you. Now with you by his side, he is going to be unstoppable. I have never seen him more alive than he is with you. You bring out the best in him and that is saying a lot. Thank you. Now Sid- all I have to say is that you are one lucky man. Thank your lucky stars you snagged that one.”

“Every day,” Sidney called back, “I am so lucky she is my wife.” 

“Drink up,” Nate shouted out as the group raised their glasses and toasted Sidney and Evie. 

Then Adriana walked up to the microphone. Evie took one look at her face and braced herself for her speech. She imagined the cutting remarks and jokes that Adriana could make about herself or Sidney. Adriana’s voice was soft when she began speaking. “My name is Adriana and I have known Evie for five years. We met in the first year of grad school and became inseparable ever since. When I met her, she was smart and funny. She had a way about her that made me feel at home and completely safe. I had never met anyone like her.” She paused and inhaled deeply. “Then the unthinkable happened and her parents died.” Evie flinched and Sidney drew her closer into his body. “Evie’s foundation was ripped from underneath and something in her fundamentally changed. She handled herself with such grace and poise, but her magic was gone. She behaved the same and if you had not met her prior then, you would have seen nothing but a beautiful and gracious woman succeeding at life. I knew though, I knew. Her magic was gone and she was going through the motions. She was a shell of who she was before.” 

Sidney’s heart ached at the thought of Evie’s pain. It was a part of herself that she kept tucked away. He caught glimpses every once and a while, but the magnitude of her pain hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes watered and he lowered his head as Adriana continued, “But that changed last September. She went to a party and came into the office Monday morning with a smile on her face that I hadn’t seen in years. It was a glimmer of the magic she had before. Then they went on their first date and there was more of it. Every day with Sidney has brought more of it back to Evie. She is back to being the woman I first met- the woman who was and will always be my best friend. You did that Sidney. Not only you, but your family that embraced her as one of their own from the beginning.” Sidney glanced over to his parents and Taylor who wiped tears from their eyes. “Gringo Boy,” Adriana smiled at Sidney, “You know that I have given you a hard time at every opportunity. I will continue to give you a hard time at every opportunity. But today I say thank you. Thank you for bringing back the light in Evie with your unwavering love. Thank you for giving her the fairy tale because I can’t think of anyone more deserving of it than you Evie. You are my best friend, my sister from another mister and I love you more than you will ever know.” Everyone began to raise their glass. Adriana continued, “and Gringo Boy if you hurt her, I will make you wish for the day that you took a puck to the face. Believe me, I will make you hurt so much worse. Got me?”

Sidney laughed at first, then saw the serious expression on her face. He nodded solemnly, “Yes ma’am- you have my word.” 

She smiled, “See Gringo Boy, I knew that you were smarter than you looked. Raise a toast to Sidney and Evie- a real life fairy tale.”

The wedding emcee spoke as everyone took their sip of champagne. “Now it’s time for the bride and groom to take to the dance floor,” he said excitedly, “I present to you, for their first dance as husband and wife, Evie and Sidney Crosby.” 

The wedding band began to play and the female singer started to sing, “At last, my love has come along.” Sidney wrapped Evie in his arms and led her around the dance floor. She lifted her head and smiled at him. “We did it, Beso. It’s all a party from here.” 

“Well, one more emotional thing, then we have the party,” he answered. When her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, he added, “I have my dance with my mother.” She nodded in understanding. During the planning stages, Evie had suggested to Sidney that they replace the father-daughter dance with a mother-son dance and he had quickly agreed. They smiled as they glided across the floor, looking every bit the picture of a princess and her prince. They ended the song with a dramatic dip and kiss. Sidney kissed Evie again before going to the microphone. Trina and Troy looked at each other in confusion. He spoke into the microphone, “Now is traditionally the time for the bride to dance with the father of the bride. Evie thought it might be a good idea for me to dance with the first woman I loved since her father isn’t here. So Mom.” Sidney held out his hand to Trina. “Would you do me the honor to dance with your baby boy one more time?” he smiled at his mother as she crossed the dance floor to him. 

The band started playing “Forever Young” by Rod Stewart as Sidney wrapped his arms around his mother. She smiled and looked up into his eyes, “You remembered!” When Sid was a baby, Trina would dance around the living room with him in her arms singing the song to him. His little cherubic face would look up with wonder. She carried on the tradition until he was too big to lift in her arms any more. It became their “thing” to celebrate important life moments. They danced after victorious (and some unvictorious) hockey tournaments. When Pittsburgh won the draft lottery in 2005, they danced again in their living room. Their living room was replaced by Penguin locker rooms for dances to celebrate Sidney’s three Stanley Cup wins. 

“Of course, I remembered,” Sidney smiled back at her. “It’s our celebration song.” He bent down and hugged her tight. “You’ve always been there for me. I wouldn’t be me without you,” he whispered into her ear, “I love you Mom.” 

Trina choked back tears, “I am so proud of you Sid. You found a true gem in Evie. You are going to make her so happy.” 

“She is going to make me so happy. She already does,” he glanced over at Evie who stood watching dabbing tears from her eyes despite the smile on her face. Sidney started to step in her direction when he saw his father and sister crowd gather around her. Trina looked back and smiled before looking into Sidney’s face. Tears threatened to form as Sidney sighed, partly in frustration at the intensity of emotions he had felt all day. The frustration was superseded by the joy of watching his family embrace Evie truly as one of their own. It was official now, but it had been that way since the beginning. “Thank you Mom,” Sidney said softly, “Thank you for loving her as much as you love Tay and me. It means the world to me. She means the world to me.” 

Mateo watched from the other side of the dance floor with Vincent by his side. Finally, he handed his drink to his boyfriend and marched to Evie. “Hey,” he said softly as she greeted him with a hug, “I know I am not your dad, but I feel like someone from your family should dance with you. I know that Abuleo and my dad hurt you, but you are the closest thing I have to a sister.” Evie looked at him, kissed his cheek and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. Sidney’s eyebrows raised when he saw them begin to dance. A huge smile spread across his face as he saw the joy written all over Evie’s expression. The band transitioned from the slow ballad of “Forever Young” to the disco classic “We Are Family.” The two couples separated and created a small circle to dance. Evie was the first to break the circle to go grab Taylor and Troy to bring them into the circle. Sidney went to go grab Adriana. The action continued through the wedding party and guests until almost everyone was out on the dance floor. The band began to play “Uptown Funk” and the party kicked into the next level.  

The next three hours were a blur to Sidney and Evie. Occasionally, they would get pulled in different directions. Within minutes, Sidney would shout into the crowd, “Where’s MY WIFE?” and hunt her down. Each time he found her, he would exclaim, “Mrs. Crosby- there you are!” Then he would scoop her up and spin her around while she squealed with delight. 

When it came time to cut the cake, Sidney reacted in horror to the rowdy chants of “smash it, smash it,” as he went to feed Evie. Instead choosing to gently feed her and follow it with a kiss. Evie, on the hand, was slightly more cheeky by dabbing frosting on his nose and licking/kissing it off. 

By the time that the band played “Wobble”, the crowd was liquored up and ready to shake their collective asses. Everyone pulled out their phones to video the usually button-ed up and reserved captain dropping low and wobbling with the crowd. 

When the wedding coordinator approached Sidney and Evie to let them know it was time to start saying their goodbyes before their exit, their friends loudly protested that it was too soon to shut down the party. The coordinator looked to Sidney and Evie who said in unison, “Keep it going. We’re going to leave, but if they want to keep partying, then keep it going.” 

“All right,” she said mentally calculating the additional cost. 

Sidney read her mind, “I don’t care about the extra money. Keep the party going until they want to stop.” Then he looked down at Evie, “But I am taking my wife to bed.” 

“Sid,” Geno joked, “I beg you. I can’t take any more shots.”

Sidney looked over and smiled a lopsided smile, “I’m sorry, Geno, what did you say? I was too busy looking at MY WIFE.” Geno playfully punched him and went to the bar. 

The band announced that while the party was continuing, it was time to line up for the bride and groom’s exit. As the crowd exited the ballroom, Sidney took Evie’s hand and led her to the dance floor for one last dance. He pulled into his arms as the song began. 

Taking You Home-Don Henley https://open.spotify.com/track/7AoJXxRBfLVF2Dpx75lcg9?si=fdb2e86a80d9433a

Evie rested her forehead against Sidney’s chest as they swayed slowly. The many shots and drinks were catching up with them and they clung to each other for support. 

Sidney surveyed the room and sighed, “It was a great party- wasn’t it?”

Evie nodded her head, “The best party ever.”

Sidney looked at her and kissed her forehead, “Was it as good you dreamed it would be?” 

“Better than my dreams,” she smiled up at him.

“Mmmmm,” he half-hummed, “I have one more surprise for you, Mon Etoile.”

“You do?” she grinned, “I have one more for you too.”

“Let’s go see your surprise,” he kissed her gently before leading from the dance floor. 

At the door, she turned around for one last look. “Beso, I’ll remember this night forever.” 

He pulled her hand and said, “Wait, there is more.”

Together they walked through the banquet area to the outdoor patio where their guests had gathered. The wedding coordinator handed Sidney a faux fur wrap that he placed around her bare shoulders. He then led to the edge of the patio and subtly gave the signal. A loud whistle sounded as a firework streaked up into night sky and exploded loudly. Evie's eyes widened and she shrieked with joy. “Beso, what did you do?” She asked. 

“I wanted the night to end with a bang,” he laughed as the night sky lit up with colorful explosions. Sidney moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He spent half of the time watching her face, full of delight. 

She looked back at him, “This is the bang we are ending with?”

“Sorry- the party end with a bang,” he corrected himself.

“Mmmmm, better answer,” she kissed his cheek quickly and returned her attention to the firework display. As the show end approached, the wedding coordinator lined up the guests in anticipation of the sparkler send off. 

Sidney guided Evie to where the wedding party gathered along with his parents. Hugs and goodbyes were exchanged. Adriana playfully poked Sidney in the chest and sloppily asked, “Did you enjoy your surprise, Gringo Boy?

Sidney’s eyebrows shot up, “Surprise? What surprise?”

Adriana shouted at Evie, “You haven't shown him the surprise yet? Why not?”

Evie shot her a look and hissed, “Shhhhhh, not yet.”

Adriana covered her face in embarrassment, “I am sorry, Evita.” She looked over at Sidney who was trying to follow the coded conversation. It was proving to be a difficult task given his current sobriety level. Adriana shouted to him, “Forget I said anything, Gringo Boy. I am drunk as fuck from all the shots.” Sidney was pretty sure that there was something that he needed to investigate but decided to simply smile and nod.

At their signal, Sidney grabbed her hand and led her through the archway of long sparklers and into the awaiting horse drawn carriage. They turned and waved before the horses started walking slowly. The carriage turned at the end of the block and made the short walk to the hotel loading dock. An open door waited for them. Evie took Sidney’s hand and led him through the winding hall to the service elevator. They collapsed against the back wall of the elevator as it made its ascent to the penthouse. When they entered the room, almost all signs of the glam team had been removed from the suite. Her ceremony and engagement party dresses were hung carefully in the closet. Sidney’s gift and card leaned on the bar top.

The only remnant that remained was the large packet of makeup removers that sat on the bathroom counter along with a small clear box to hold the bobby pins from her hair. 

Evie took off her heels and groaned in relief as her bare feet hit the carpet. “Oh God, my feet hurt so bad,” she whined as Sidney unzipped her dress and handed her robe. He grinned as he read the back of her boy shorts again. Evie slowly walked top less through the suite into the bathroom as Sidney hung up her dress. He then undressed slowly, repeating her groans of relief as his shoes came off. He then joined her in the bathroom and observed as her hands searched for the dozens of bobby pins that held her updo in place.

“Here,” he waved her off, “Let me do this. You do the make-up.” She nodded silently and began her assigned task. They worked in quiet contentment. Every once in a while Sidney would bend down and kiss the top of her head or her bare shoulder. “You look beautiful, Mon Etoile, my wife.” She would turn her head to find his face and he would reward her with a soft kiss. 

She laughed as she heard his stomach rumbling. “Hungry?” She yawned. He nodded yes. She thought for a moment and grabbed her phone. Based on the time, the hotel kitchen would have just closed for service. Her face scrunched up. She was sure that they could call and they would oblige her request. She decided on an Ubereats order when there was a loud knock on the door. Sidney looked at her for an answer. When she shrugged her shoulders, he handed her the robe and headed toward the door.

He opened it slowly when Adriana and a team from the hotel entered the room with several carts. Sidney and Evie stood in silent surprise as the carts of food were unloaded onto the table. All of the food from the wedding was laid out, including multiple pieces of cake. Adriana smiled,”I figured you didn't eat much at the party so I had them set food aside for you to eat.”

Evie suddenly burst into tears, “A- thank you. We just realized how hungry we are. This is the best surprise.” 

Adriana pulled her best friend into a tight hug, “Anything for you, Evita. Go wash your face and get ready to eat.”

She turned to face Sidney, “Walk me out?”

He nodded his affirmative answer and they walked out together. He whispered, “Everything set for tomorrow morning?” It was her turn to nod yes. “Great, what time do we need to be down there?” He asked.

“Aim for 10:00 but definitely by 10:30,” she responded. She paused at the door and smiled at him.

“Thank you Adriana,” he said quietly, “We couldn't have done it without you. Can you make sure everyone gets their gratituities tonight or morning? Crap, I guess it is morning. Just make sure they get them.”

He saw Evie reappear from the bathroom, wearing her robe. Adriana made her exit. Evie made a plate, stacked high with food as Sidney poured her a glass of sparkling moscato. She took it from him as he made his plate. Evie then took her plate and made a makeshift picnic on the large king bed. Sidney followed and they sat facing each other. It was quiet other than the soft moans of appreciation as they ate. The food was unpretentious, yet delicious.

Their eating slowed and the yawns began. Evie took the plates and placed them in the other room. When she returned, Sidney had curled into a ball. His eyes fluttered open and shut. Evie took off her robe, revealing the white satin baby doll nightgown. She crawled next to Sidney and backed herself into his embrace.

“I thought the night was going to end with a bang, Beso? she teased.

“Technically, it’s morning,” he quipped as he pulled her into his body. “Thanks for the surprise by the way.”

“Oh that was Adriana's surprise, not mine,” she yawned.

“I want my surprise, wifey,” Sidney nipped at her ear.

“You'll get your surprise in the morning when you bang me, hubby” she wiggled away from him.

“We're officially a boring  old married couple, Evie,” he yawned, “I am too drunk and tired to properly consummate our marriage.”

“Mr. Crosby, we consummated twice before the reception. I think we are good and consummated” she yawned in return. “Besides we have a lifetime now. You belong to me and I belong to you.”

“Absolutely,” he kissed her cheek, “I love you, Mrs. Crosby.”

“Love you most, Mr. Crosby,” she said as she drifted into dreamland.

[kolcheksluver]

MEETING CALEB — A ONE SHOT.

characters mention: Adam Barrett, Ana Lucia Cruz, Caleb Cruz

overview: When he poked his head out of the kitchen he was met with an approximately thirteen year old boy who looked like an almost smaller version of Joey.

Joey, who was standing behind the boy, had a look on her face that clearly read to watch his mouth. No fucking promises. She gestured towards the former cop with a tight smile on her face, “Caleb this is … my boyfriend, Fr — Adam.” Labels were still weird with them. But instead he just nodded at the kid. He could barely talk to his own kid, how the fuck would he talk to hers? Caleb nodded in return, an equally as tight smile. God he was just like his fucking mother.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Joey could have fucking facepalmed.

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warnings: None its just some silly stakeshipping writing, shout out to @actually-adambarrett for giving me the idea🙏🏻writing under the cut yk the drill

Every sense of good conscience was telling Joey that no, this was a bad idea. It wasn’t that Joey didn’t trust Frank around her son, it was moreso that she didn’t know if this would make this already rocky relationship weird. Her and her son have been very low contact; waiting for Caleb to come to her, visiting when he wants, etc. All contact has been through Caleb’s initiative and he’s aware of the fact that she’s been seeing someone for the better part of the past year, and has expressed wanting to meet him, but it didn’t make her any less anxious.

She wrung her hands as she paced around the house, muttering to herself quietly. Her mind was going about a million miles a minute thinking about all the things that could possibly go wrong. Frank put a hand on her shoulder gently as if an attempt to bring her out of her spiraling thoughts. “Ana,” the use of her real name was enough to bring her out. She looked up at him, eyebrows knitting together. They rarely referred to each other as anything but Frank and Joey despite knowing they didn’t need to anymore.

“Just … relax,” it was easier said than done. His attempts to calm her down were appreciated, but if they were working was another thing entirely. She checked the time and pursed her lips, “I need to go pick him up.” She got herself out of his uncharacteristically gentle hold to grab her keys. Before she left the house, she turned to face him. “So help me Adam Barrett if a single swear word in front of my kid leaves your mouth you’re not gonna be seeing him for a while.” Frank rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively.

“Yeah, yeah, just go get the fuckin’ kid.”

“Frank!”

“I’m sorry!” No he wasn’t.

Joey let out an exasperated sigh as she left. About an hour later Frank, who was in the kitchen fixing himself a totally non - alcoholic drink, heard the door unlock and some shuffling, as well as two voices in a somewhat awkward conversation. It was clear they were still trying to get used to one another. When he poked his head out of the kitchen he was met with an approximately thirteen year old boy who looked like an almost smaller version of Joey.

Joey, who was standing behind the boy, had a look on her face that clearly read to watch his mouth. No fucking promises. She gestured towards the former cop with a tight smile on her face, “Caleb this is … my boyfriend, Fr — Adam.” Labels were still weird with them. But instead he just nodded at the kid. He could barely talk to his own fucking kid, how the fuck would he talk to hers? Caleb nodded in return, an equally as tight smile. God he was just like his fucking mother.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Joey could have fucking facepalmed. At least he’s not swearing, she thought to herself. Joey cleared her throat and just pat Caleb’s shoulder, “Why don’t you set your stuff down in your room? Dinner should be … quick.” She had no fucking idea what to make. When Caleb went upstairs, she sighed.

“I got dinner handled, Ana.”

“What?”

She looked in the kitchen and there was a pot boiling on the stove with miscellaneous types of pasta in it. He shrugged halfheartedly, “Didn’t know what the kid liked so … I just grabbed a shit ton of different ones.” She couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, leaning up slightly to kiss him; it was quick, like it almost always is. Just enough but it never lasts long.

“So you do have a heart. I’m a bit surprised,” she teased.

“Yeah don’t fuckin’ mention it.”

“Language.”

“The kid isn’t gonna hear from upstairs.”

She snorted in amusement as she pulled away from her lover to check on the pasta.

[cerastes]

Why did Ch'en drop in the CN popularity poll when her alter is more powerful than her original?

Ch'en the Holungday was widely criticized by CN players when she was revealed because they were afraid that this would mark precedent for them releasing busted, tone deaf summer/holiday alts. I agree with CN.

Ch'en the Holungday is extremely busted, and not in the fun way: She's an M3 operator, that is, you only need to invest in one of her skills as opposed to two or three in order to get the most out of her, as all of her skills are pretty much the Exact Same with each skill just being outright better than the last one (this is very lazy design coming from a team that's known and praised for giving new 6*s at least 2 interesting and key skills).

Besides that, it's Ch'en, a character that has a lot of lore and that they could've done a lot more with, getting saddled with a bikini alt instead of something interesting. The summer fit could've easily just been a skin for either Guard Ch'en or whatever else they could've done with Holungday. It instead became her identity: A girl in a bikini with a water gun that completely outclasses proper combat-ready Operators in terms of firepower. It's just silly for a game that takes its lore and design as seriously as Arknights.

"But wait," you may say, "the Dossoles event explains this and that about her and the water gun and--", to be frank, all of that rings as hollow as "you see, it's VERY important for Silent to be almost naked at all times, it's essential to the lore", that is, just because a lore justification exists for something, doesn't mean it's a good one nor that it has to be accepted point blank without criticism. It's not good writing. It's a disservice to the character and to the fans.

Additionally, the original E2 art for Ch'en was low quality, with wonky proportions. She has since been fixed, but people will continue to dunk on it forever, as its become something of a meme.

So, to summarize, you end up with a tone deaf bikini Operator that is stupidly strong, brainlessly so even (even Surtr takes rubbing two braincells together at the very last, and she's as unga bunga as it gets) that requires minimum investment to absolutely wreck and that takes away a valuable opportunity from a character that is widely loved among fans, and at the moment, also served as a sort of harbinger of ill news in that if she was well received, Hypergryph might have gone ahead and made more tone deaf brainless gamebreakers and we just become Fire Emblem Heroes 2.