#also his just married uncle get off the fucking seat lives in my head rent free I’m always kinda thinking about uncle get the fuck up lets g

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his movies also have the best songs 😩 i have a whole playlist of fardeen’s songs and it’s always on repeat lol

KAMBAKHT ISHQQQQ (in which he looks mad hot)

He’s hot and his songs are bangers and sometimes his films actually have a storyline

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Ma Petite Chérie: Babymoon (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

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Summary: Harry and Y/N go on their babymoon.

Warnings: pregnancy, smut, fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

Author’s Note: Hello! I wrote this in order to cross off a few requests. I promised Harry and Y/N would have a baby of their own, plus I get asks all of the time to write pregnancy sex - specifically awkward, giggly pregnancy sex. I also got one about Harry getting a love boner, so here is my attempt at shoving all of that down your throat at once. Try not to choke :-)  I also just reallllllly love Harry, Y/N, and Tallulah, so I wanted to give them some more love. Also made this one pornstache!Harry, so, there’s that. And one last thing...I know the verb tense is way off in this but I could not be arsed to edit it so plz don’t drag me. I hope everyone enjoys! Take care and TPWK.

“Oh my god,” Y/N huffed as she collapsed on the plush sofa in the living room of the cottage.

“It feels so fucking good out here by the water.”

“Breeze is nice, innit?” Harry replied as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to check out how well the place he’d rented for the week was stocked.

“Beats going t’ France at the end of June. Think I’m kinda gettin’ tired of Paris t’ be honest.”

“That is quite possibly the snobbiest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Mr. Styles,” she said with a laugh as she began to flip through the tourist brochures that were left on the coffee table.

Not that they’d be partaking in any of it, no. Their plan was to hole up in the quaint, Scottish cottage that sat right on the coast of the North Sea for the whole week, not even planning on changing out of their pajamas.

It was their babymoon after all - a time of peace and tranquility before the arrival of their first child together.

Harry hummed and he made his way from the kitchen to where Y/N was seated on the couch. He stood behind her, knees knocking against the back of the sofa as he crouched down and wrapped his arms around her very large, very swollen belly.

“If I recall correctly, Mrs. Styles, I sat my injured arse in a stiff train seat to Edinburgh for five hours because someone was too scared to fly even though they were cleared to do so by three separate doctors.”

“’M not Mrs. Styles for another year and a half,” Y/N muttered under her breath, albeit not trying to keep Harry from hearing it in the slightest.

Harry snickered into her neck, then playfully nipped her earlobe with his teeth as he whispered.

“Not my fault yeh got knocked up and we had t’ push the wedding.”

“It is very much your fault, Harry,” Y/N swatted at his face, fingers first brushing his jawline that was covered in a rough stubble and then just barely tracing the full-blown mustache that sat like a caterpillar above his bright pink top lip.

Harry smirked down at her, nostrils flaring wide and lips disappearing inside of his mouth.

“How’s your rib?” Y/N asked suddenly.

“Good. Why?” Harry’s brows quickly furrowed together in confusion as to why she was asking about his injury.

“Might have to ride that later if you’ve got the lungs for it,” she tapped her index and middle fingers along her philtrum, right where Harry’s mustache sat on his own face.

Her blunt lewdness had Harry’s cock immediately growing stiff in his pants. It had been a while. His injury coupled with her being in the last trimester of her pregnancy had left them both feeling unsatisfied for the past several weeks. Maybe this babymoon would prove to be relaxing not only because Harry and Y/N get to spend a week without a rambunctious almost six-year-old screaming at all hours of the day, but for other reasons too.

“Think I’d actually drop dead from happiness if yeh sat on m’ face right now, lovie. But, before yeh get too comfortable with that idea, we need t’ head into town. Kitchen’s only got the necessities, and I doubt yeh want t’ eat homemade bread for a week.”

“I’m sure you’d love to eat homemade bread for a week,” Y/N jested, poking fun at Harry’s latest obsession with the carb-filled food.

“Remind me again why I put up with you?” Harry toyed as he extended his arms out towards Y/N to use as leverage to help her hoist herself up from the couch.

When she regains her balance, she lifts herself up just slightly to press a quick kiss to Harry’s lips that he happily accepts. Y/N hums and jokingly checks the imaginary watch that sits on her wrist.

“How much time do you have? That list is pretty long.”

//

The trip to one of the only supermarkets in the small part of Edinburgh that they were staying in had proved to be rather tiring, because Harry opted to use store-bought pasta instead of making his own - something he never does. Maybe it was his healing rib causing him to be short-winded, but he simply could not bring himself to hand-make the pasta they chose to have for dinner that night. He bitched about it all night, about how it wasn’t as chewy as it should be and how it would have tasted much better if he would have just made it himself, but it still didn’t deter him from helping himself to a second serving.

He claimed it was because while he did use pre-cooked pasta, he didn’t use sauce from a jar and made his own from fresh tomatoes and that was the appeal. Y/N just thinks Harry likes to complain and listen to himself talk.

After dinner, just as the sun was setting and Harry and Y/N were waiting for their pasta to digest before they dove into the box of fresh pastries from a bakery they found along the way, they decided to take a walk around the property. The renovated, stone cottage that was overgrown with vines and leaves sat along a short cliffside that overlooked the North Sea. It was a short walk down the cliff that brought them to the beach, where mist from the ocean whisped around their legs and ankles like a thin veil of smoke. While it was the middle of summer, Scotland’s persistent rain showers and their proximity to the water never made it too hot to bear.

“Lulah would love it out here. We’ll have to bring her when the baby’s older.”

“She realIy would,” Harry agreed as he wrapped his sweater further around his chest.

“Know yeh didn’t give birth t’ her, but I swear you two are just alike sometimes. Absolutely hates bein’ hot and gettin’ sweaty just like you.”

Y/N smiled softly and knowingly at Harry before reaching into the pocket of the patchwork sweater of Harry’s that she’d stolen for their stroll on the beach for her phone.

“I’m gonna call her.”

She picked up on the third ring, Y/N’s phone screen then illuminated with a live image of a gap-toothed Tallulah. Well, it’s Mitch’s phone, but she’d been waiting for this promised FaceTime call all day so of course she’s quick to answer.

“Mummy!”

Both Y/N’s and Harry’s heart swelled in their chest when they heard Tallulah speak. It had been several months since she’d decided to start referring to Y/N as her mother, but neither of them had grown used to it just yet. Y/N felt a sense of achievement in “earning” the title of being Tallulah’s mum after all of the years she’d spent with her, and Harry felt a sense of resolution. His family was a real family now, and not just a patchwork of awkward relationships and trust issues. Y/N was Tallulah’s mum and she was now seven months pregnant with their own child and they’d be married by the end of next year. He was actually there to see his child grow this time, they weren’t a secret kept from him out of spite. He’d be there for all of it, even the gross and bloody and goopy bits. And he’d never felt more complete.

“Hi, baby,” Y/N beamed from ear to ear.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re walking on the beach,” Y/N answered.

“Want to see it?”

The five-year-old (five and three-quarters if you asked Tallulah herself) nodded quickly, and Y/N then flipped the camera around to show her the view of the water. Y/N pointed out their cottage from where they stood in the sand, turning the camera to Harry briefly as he held up a peace sign so Tallulah could see that her dad was also on the beach with her. She told her all about the train ride there and how Harry almost slipped and broke his face when was carrying his and Y/N’s luggage into the cottage.

Harry listened to his two little loves talk back and forth with the biggest smile on his face as he absent-mindedly scoured the beach for rocks he could skip along the water. He noticed whenever Tallulah said something that Y/N thought was funny, she had to cup her bump with her hand and forearm to keep it from shaking her entire body. She told him she hated laughing now, because it made her look like Santa Claus, but Harry thought she couldn’t look more beautiful.

“That’s so pretty! Can we all go when the baby is here?” Tallulah asked, puckering into a pout as she begged.

“I think that’s a great idea, Lulah. We were just talking about that, weren’t we, Harry?”

Harry perked up from where he had been washing a sandy shell off in the ocean and suddenly appeared in view of the camera and took the phone from Y/N. 

“Hmm?” he asked as he studied Tallulah’s appearance.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Mitch to watch his baby girl while he went away for a week with his other baby girl, it was that him and Sarah voluntarily asked to babysit Tallulah and that’s what made him so apprehensive to accept their offer. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about a sleepover at Uncle Mitch and Aunt Sarah’s every now and then, but to want to watch his daughter for an entire week certainly was. Harry felt like Mitch was plotting against him and that he’d come back to Tallulah with bright blue hair and bangs or she’d be sporting the world’s worst potty mouth when she came home, but so far that didn’t seem to be the case. 

She was wearing Harry’s “Dream Boat” shirt that she’d claimed as her own a few years back when Y/N had taught her to wear her father’s clothes when she missed him because the smell would remind her of him (he had to steal it back and sleep in it a few times every now and then to keep his scent on it), and her long, brown hair was damp and neatly braided into two plaits and hanging off her shoulders. That had to have been Sarah’s doing, because Harry knew Mitch could barely put his own hair into a ponytail without creating several lumps and redoing it eighteen times before it looked presentable - meaning he certainly wouldn’t have been able to make a five-year-old sit still long enough to braid her hair perfectly. 

She looked fine, though. Happy, healthy, certainly didn’t have blue hair or bangs and hadn’t said a single naughty thing since she’d been on the phone with Y/N.

“Lulah wants us to come back here after the baby’s born and take her with us,” Y/N beamed.

“I think we can work that out. Sounds quite lovely, actually,” Harry concurred.

“Yeh bein’ good for Mitch and Sarah?”

“Mhmm,” Tallulah nodded.

“We had pizza for dinner.”

“That sounds yummy,” Harry enthused, trying to let his daughter know he had his full attention.

“It was bery good,” she sighed.

There was a long pause before Tallulah blurted out suddenly in the most serious tone, “When are you gonna shave the rest of your mustache? Mitchy was making fun of you today.”

Harry was caught between a gasp and a laugh, which resulted in him choking on his own spit. Y/N turned on her heels in the sand to look at him with wide eyes. 

“You okay?” Y/N mouthed quietly to Harry, completely oblivious to everything that had happened in the last thirty seconds.

Harry nodded, wiping the involuntary tears from his eyes as he coughed himself back to life and regained his composure.

“What exactly did Uncle Mitch say about my mustache?” he prodded.

Tallulah shrugged, subconsciously wiggling her loose bottom tooth with her tongue.

“Don’t ‘member. Just that you look weird with it.”

“Well that’s not a very nice thing t’ say, is it?”

“Mummy said you look weird, too,” Tallulah spouted without hesitation.

Her comment left Y/N’s mouth agape, covering her smile with her palm as Harry’s raised eyebrows feigned offense in her direction.

“She did?” Harry asked sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Yeah,” Tallulah sighed as if it was exhausting having to tell your own father that his facial hair looks off-putting.

“I think you should shave it, too. It’s scratchy when you kiss me goodnight.”

All Harry could offer in return was stunned laughter while Y/N hid her face in Harry’s peck. Her bump pressed lightly into his and even though he was pretending to be mad at her, he wouldn’t dare think about pushing her off of him - not while she was this warm and cozy against his chest. 

“Well, if mummy really hates it I suppose I’ll get rid of it. But,” Harry pauses and pulls Y/N out from where she had burrowed her face into his sweater.

“I think I might know a trick that’ll convince her t’ let me keep i-”

“Enough!” Y/N exclaimed, clamping both of her hands around Harry’s mouth.

Harry chuckled against her palm and poked his tongue through his lips to lick her fingers, which sent her hands flying back down to her leggings so she could wipe them dry.

“I swear to god, Harry. You’re five years old,” she joked with a disgusted expression on her face, to which Tallulah had something to say to that. 

“No, I’m five years old!”

The two adults laughed in unison.

“Alright, Lulah. We’re gonna go inside now. ‘S gettin’ kinda cold out,” Harry said.

“We’ll call you tomorrow before bed. Alright, lovebug?” Y/N added.

“Okay,” Tallulah huffed.

“We love you, Lulah,” Harry spoke softly into the microphone.

“Love you, too...Daddy wait!”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Give the baby kisses for me. And no bikes!”

Harry wanted to laugh, but he also wanted to cry, so he settled on a closed-mouthed smile that was enough to convince Tallulah that he was unbothered by what she said.

“Kisses for the baby and no bikes. Got it,” he nodded.

“Okay, I’m gonna go eat some sweets with Sarah!” the child yelled, suddenly energetic like she had temporarily forgotten that her and Sarah had baked cookies twenty minutes before Y/N called.

“Alright, but it’s almost bed time so not too m-!” was all Harry could answer to before his daughter ended the call and presumably raced to where ever Sarah was in their house. 

“‘S like she doesn’t even miss us,” Harry mumbled as he placed Y/N’s phone in his back pocket and began walking back up to the cottage with his arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder. 

Y/N hummed, basking in the warmth that radiated from Harry’s chest as he held her.

“They’re just buttering her up. She’ll be crying to leave by the time we get back.”

“Just don’t really know why they were so keen on keepin’ her t’ be honest.”

Harry positioned himself one step behind her as they walked up the stone steps together, keeping one hand on the small of her back. Y/N peered over her shoulder at him, her tight lips curling up into a smirk as if to say she knew something he didn’t.

“What?” Harry asked.

Y/N shrugged, “Promised I wouldn’t tell.”

Harry clearly didn’t like that answer, because he moved his hand that was supporting her waist and quickly pinched her bum.

“Tell me,” he demanded, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pursed together in what could be considered a childish pout that mimicked Tallulah’s.

Y/N sucked her lips into her mouth, contemplating whether or not she should spill the beans on the news Sarah had shared with her a few weeks prior.

“They’re gonna start trying for a baby soon,” she whispered as if were a long-kept secret told in a room full of nosey people despite the two of them being alone on the otherwise desolate beach.

Harry’s ears perked up, a wide smile adorning his face from ear to ear.

“No fucking way,” he mumbled, and suddenly all of Mitch’s incessant hammering of baby questions he’d sent Harry’s way in the past few months suddenly making a lot of sense.

Harry thought he was trying to be a good friend and stay engaged in Y/N’s pregnancy, but now he understands the real reason behind his behavior.

Y/N nodded deviously as they make their way into the living room of the cottage.

“They’ve been asking everyone they know with kids to let them come over just to see if they can handle it. I mean, if you ask me, I think they’ll do great. Nothing wrong with trying it before buying it, I guess,” she said with a shrug.

“God, he’s gonna be such a good dad,” Harry was practically beaming for his closest friend.

“I know,” Y/N agreed, walking over to Harry to hold both sides of his head in her hands as if he was a disobedient puppy being disciplined.

Her bump prevented her from getting too close to Harry’s chest, the roundest part of her belly nudging Harry’s tummy.

“They’re both very excited. Which is why, when he finally decides to tell you, you have to act surprised. Act like he told you you just won the lottery or something. Alright?”

Harry sarcastically changed his facial expression to mock bewilderment. His eyebrows rose well off into his forehead and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he gasped.

“How’s that? Think he’ll buy it?”

Y/N jokingly jabbed him in the shoulder.

“Smartass. I’m going to take a shower. I’m sticky and I smell like the ocean.”

“Guess I gotta keep workin’ on it, then.”

When he’s done cleaning up what was left of their dinner, he heads to the master bedroom with the intention of washing up in the shower after Y/N. He’s messing around with the A/C unit on the window to make sure it’s not set to a temperature that will smother them in their sleep and unpacking their luggage into the wooden dresser, where an antique turntable rests.

Stacked long the side of the record player, there was a handful of old vinyl, most of which Harry either recognized or new very well. He was actually shocked to find a Shuggie Otis album in the collection, to which he quickly slipped the record out of the worn sleeve and set the needle to the edge and waited for the soft sound to fill the room while he worked. 

“That thing works?” Y/N’s voice broke up the old 70s tune as she exited the bathroom with her hair tied up with one of Harry’s scrunchies that she stole out of his toiletry bag, wrapped in only a towel that barely fit around her form.

“I know,” Harry agreed, “Needs a new needle but other than that ‘s in pretty good shape.”

“Leave it to you to find a rental with 70s records in the bedroom,” there was a lighthearted tone in her voice as Y/N poked fun at him.

She padded over to her luggage in the corner of the room for a change of clothes, only to realize Harry had unpacked it all for them. As she’s rummaging through the drawers trying to figure out where Harry had put what, she lets her towel drop to the floor freely.

Harry doesn’t know how must time has passed, but he knows he’s staring. He’s staring at the water droplets that drip from the stray hairs on the nape of her neck and run down her bare back. He’s staring at the swell of her stomach where their baby lies, at the faded, almost-shiny stretch marks on the sides and the newer, darker ones on the underside that had only recently broken through. He’s staring at the bracelet on her wrist, the one that’s braided pink and blue with three beads on it - one ‘H’, one ‘T’ and one heart. Tallulah made it for her at school one day and told her the heart was for the baby and also because she loved her. It was hanging on by its last few threads, threatening to snap as each day passed, but she refused to take it off.

All he does know is that he loves her so much that he thinks none of this is real and that he’ll wake up one day and be in his early twenties again with no direction in life and the insidious feeling that he’ll die alone without ever finding his “person.” It’s when Y/N called out to him and snapped him out of his thoughts that he’s realized his underwear are suddenly feeling incredibly tight.

“Har,” Y/N beckoned him away from whatever had been occupying his brain.

“Hmm?” 

He resituated himself on the bed and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide himself from her.

“I said the hot water in there’s kinda shit, so you’ll probably want to wait a little bit before you get in.”

“‘S alright,” Harry dismisses, “Come ‘ere.”

He draws her towards him with an outstretched hand, navigating her around the bedpost and over to the side where he had been sitting. With the gentlest of touches, he runs his fingers over her bare legs. The coolness of his rings don’t make well with her skin that was still extremely warm from her shower, causing hundreds of tiny goosebumps to erupt around her thighs. Harry raises her shirt, one of his that she stole when her own clothes became too uncomfortable, but even now she’s nearly stretching this one to its limit, and rests it on top of her bump.

She doesn’t question him, doesn’t chastise him. She lets him love on her, lets him press kisses to her skin just above her belly button (making sure to give an extra one from Tallulah per her request) and rest his cheek against her stomach while his other hand feels around on the other side in hopes to feel the baby move or kick or do something to let him know that they’re there. Lucky for Harry, baby knows when their dad is around and is quick to make themselves known, so he takes a second to savor these last few moment he’ll have with his newest bub before they’re earth-side in a little less than two months.

Y/N lets him be because she knows how important this is to Harry. She knows that he never got these moments with Tallulah and that it’s one of the things that plagued him during those nights where he feels lonely despite her being asleep right next to him. He never got to feel her kick in her mum’s tummy and he didn’t get to see her grow from the size of a pea to the size of a melon before she was welcomed by her parents and the rest of her family that had been waiting anxiously for her arrival. 

No, Tallulah was dropped on his doorstep like a wet kitten in the middle of the night. Shivering and crying and just needing someone to hold her and tell her that it was going to be alright because her mother had decided she’d be better off elsewhere. Of course, she was too small to remember, but Harry could never forget it.

So, it’s the least she can do. To let Harry love on her. Love on them.

Her eyes catch his once or twice and she can see the gears in his head turning. There’s something on his mind and he’s hesitant to tell her what it is. Y/N lifts his head by tilting his chin up, her index finger brushing over the healed scar on the underside of his jaw from a few months prior.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she whispered.

Harry shakes his head, a grin on his lips.

“‘M just really, really happy right now. Happy tha’ I’m here w’ you.”

Y/N smiles back at him genuinely before pulling away from his grasp and gesturing to his lap.

“And I’m happy that I’m here with you. Seems like your little friend is really happy, too.”

A soft groan emits from Harry chest, having realized he’d uncrossed his legs at some point and his very prominent bulge had come into Y/N’s view.

“Sorry, lovie. Didn’t mean t’ make it like tha-”

“I’m just messing with you. You know,” she ponders, “I was half-way kidding when I asked about your lungs earlier. But... This will be the last time we’re kid-free for a while,” she taunted.

“Are yeh asking?” Harry jests and points his thumb towards the bathroom door, “‘Cos I was actually plannin’ on just having a wank in the shower.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N shrugs and moves his hands off of her waist as she pretends to walk towards the living room.

Before she can take two steps, Harry’s standing up and pulling her back into him for a kiss. It’s full of heat and passion and almost knocks Y/N off of her feet. He cradles her head in his large hands and moves to whisper in her ear.

“Really gonna let me fuck yeh?”

A quiet chuckle escapes her lips, to which she replies, “What else did you think we were gonna do all week?”

He’s unable to bite back his own laugh, and it’s the sweetest sound to ever grace Y/N’s ears.

“Then get on the bed and take yeh clothes off.”

They work quickly, as they’ve conditioned themselves to do over the years of squeezing in any time they can together before they’re interrupted. Y/N lies back on her elbows as she waits for Harry to undo his pants and her breath catches in her throat when his boxers hit the floor. 

His cock is hard, not fully, but the sight of the first few beads of glistening precum causes a shiver to run down her spine. She’s blown him a handful of times since he’s been in recovery, but she’s been far too pregnant and he’s been far too injured lately to engage in any kind of actual fun. It’s safe to say that they’re both more than ready. 

Harry scratches at his scalp, unsure of how to word his questions as he looks her body up and down.

“How do you...erm...how do you wanna-?”

“My stomach, please,” Y/N says with a laugh.

She quickly reaches for one of the pillows behind her and gets on all fours, wedging the object underneath her bump to keep some of the weight off of her back. Slowly, she arches her spine down towards the mattress, and the glimpse Harry catches of her pussy through the light of the setting sun is enough to send another jolt straight to his cock.

Harry wastes no time joining her on the bed, caressing her hips and moving back to massage the plump skin of her ass. He leans down on top of her, flips her hair over to one side, and begins sucking on the sensitive skin between her neck and jaw.

“Gonna let me taste yeh first, right?” he mumbles into her skin.

Y/N hums in response, attempting to rock backwards in order to feel Harry’s cock rub against her backside. She hears Harry laugh, presumably because he’s caught on to her neediness, so it only pushes him further to be the tease he’s notorious for being.

He sponges wet kisses down her back, getting a rise out of every audible breath that leaves Y/N’s throat.

“Relax, baby,” Harry says when he feels her growing tenser as his kisses travel closer to where she needs him the most.

“Gonna get yeh there. Just gotta be patient.”

Harry presses one last kiss on the final notch of her spine before using one of his hands to spread her legs open just a little bit further. When he parts the globes of her ass, his mouth waters. Her pussy is shimmering with her arousal, perfect and on display just for him. 

He tests the waters by running the tip of his tongue from her clit up to her center and he hears a sigh of relief leave Y/N’s lungs at the contact. Next, he’s massaging her folds, exploring her and refamiliarizing himself with the way she tasted. Harry feels her relax into the mattress with each lap of his tongue against her, silently begging him for more. His tentativeness allows him to read her body language and he draws back momentarily to spread her lips apart with his middle and index finger.

The cool air against her core stuns Y/N, but is quickly drowned out with a moan when she feels Harry’s warm saliva drip from her ass down to her clit. His mouth is back on her before she can recover from the sensation, lapping her up and flicking at her clit with his tongue and driving her mad. He’s got his nose buried inside of her as he devours her in the way that he’s really been yearning to for months (he doesn’t count the late night or early morning quickies because he claims he never gets to spend as much time taking care of her as he really wants to). The scruff from his mustache is staunch against her soft folds, but Harry’s tongue is quick to soothe the burn and she loves it.

He smirks against her as she lets out a particularly loud moan when his facial hair brushes against her clit. What was that about shaving my mustache? he thinks to himself but does not dare say aloud.

When he senses that she needs even more, his fingers move from spreading her apart to pressing against her opening. Gathering her wetness on his digits, he slowly pumps them in and out of her. Y/N’s mewls and whimpers are like music to his ears and only spurs him on further. He ruts his hips against the comforter, anything to relieve the throbbing between his legs that is a result of how pliable she’s become for him. She’s soaking the rings on his fingers in the most picture-perfect way and Harry truly genuinely can’t get enough of it; and neither can she. Which is why he’s confused when one of her hands swings around her backside to stop Harry from working her open.

“Har-” she pants.

He withdrawals all contact immediately and peaks his head around to look at her face.

“Yeh good?” he asks as she’s stands up on her knees and turns around to face him.

“‘M great. Wanna be on top now,” she says, her lips plump and swollen from biting down on them so harshly that she nearly drew blood.

“You sure? Yeh don’t want me t’ finish yeh first?”

His eyes dart from her lust-blown eyes to her round belly.

“Mhm. Now lay your pretty ass down before I change my mind.”

She doesn’t have to tell him twice and he’s rolling over on his back, working his way to prop himself up against the headboard. His cock is red and leaking against his stomach, excruciatingly waiting to be buried inside of his girl. He wonders why she’s staring at him with an annoyed expression on her face, but then she speaks up.

“Do you see how pregnant I am? Gonna have to lay all the way down, shit head.”

He does as he’s told and he’s honestly scared that he’ll cum in five seconds if she doesn’t get on with it. 

“I swear to god, if you laugh at me,” she grunts as she straddles his waist, “I’ll cut it off.”

“‘M not gonna lau-”

It’s his turn to moan aloud when she grips onto his cock, running it across her folds to collect as much wetness as she can before she allows him to stretch her out. He’s focusing so much on not losing it right then and there that he doesn’t realize she’s stopped and is waiting for the go-ahead. Through his dark, thick lashes, he nods; as if she would have to ask.

Harry reaches for her hands as she lowers herself onto him, the two of them squeezing a bit too harshly when she reaches the last few inches. The burn consumes Y/N from the inside and out, but it’s never felt so right to either of them. 

She’s not moving just yet, but her cunt is pulsing around him and it feels almost as good as the real thing. They’re staring at each other, both with looks that relay more than words.

“Love you,” Harry’s face softens as he looks up at her.

“Love you, too,” Y/N smiles as she leans down as far as she can in search of a kiss.

He meets her in the middle and their lips find one another and mash together in harmony. The rocking of their hips reminds both of them what they’re actually doing, and causes both of them to gasp at the way Y/N pumped Harry half-way in and out of her. 

When she’s settled back down on the base of his cock, she begins slowly rutting herself back and forth. It takes her just a little bit longer than usual to work up a steady rhythm, but when she’s got it, boy does she got it and it feels so fucking good. The tip of Harry’s cock is pressing against the deepest parts of her and before she knows it, there’s a warm coil winding up in her tummy that bounds itself tighter and tighter inside of her.

She needs to go faster and she needs to go faster now, so she braces her hands on Harry’s chest as she continues to fuck herself on Harry’s cock. Harry lets out a sound that she can’t tell apart between a groan of pleasure and one of pain. His hands dart quickly from where they’d been gripping at her thighs to grip at her wrists.

“Can’t do tha’, lovie. Not the ribs.”

“Shit,” she laughs, subconsciously clenching down on his shaft in the process.

“Sorry.”

“‘S okay,” Harry reassures her as he repositions her hands on his shoulders so she can still have something to grab on to.

“Keep going.” 

Her bump is now cradled against Harry’s stomach and it allows her to find relief in the way that her clit is brushing against the trimmed nest of hair that lies around the base of his thick, throbbing cock. He’s twitching inside of her so much that she can feel it alongside her thrusts as they continue. They both won’t last much longer and they know it. 

“‘M getting close.”

“I know,” Harry pants beneath her.

She switches positions, now with her fingers digging so hard into the meat of Harry’s thighs that her knuckles are changing color. She’s able to lift her hips up and down a bit more from this angle, and it allows Harry’s cock to nudge against her sweet spot.

“Feels so good, H,” she whimpers so quietly that almost Harry couldn’t even hear it.

“‘S that it? Right there?” he mocks as he works at meeting her thrusts with his own.

The best he gets from Y/N is a nod as she focuses the best she can on getting herself there. She’s coating him with her juices with each pump and with one glance down at where they’re joined together nearly shoots Harry over the edge.

“Yeh gonna cum f’ me?” Harry asks as his thumb reaches under her to begin rubbing circles on her clit.

“Gonna give me a good one?”

His movements coupled with his words catalyze the tightness within her, threatening to snap at any moment. She’s definitely sweaty and tired of being on top, but she’s so close now that she wills away the pain in her lower back and thighs.

“Come on, bunny. Give it to me.”

He works with that he can and makes sure he’s slamming into her as deep as he can, speeding up the pace he’s making with her clit in the process. 

She cums with a strangled, “Fuck,” and a shrill cry of his name, and that’s all he needs to meet his end as well. The world is black and quiet for the two of them for just a brief moment, and then they’re both seeing all of the stars in the galaxy.

Her walls are coated with the warm ropes of his seed and spills out of her as she milks him, coaxing all she can out of both hers and Harry’s orgasms. Y/N can feel the last few twitches of Harry’s cock inside of her and her movements slow to a stop. 

His cum is splashed along her inner thighs and around Harry’s shaft, and they’re both struggling to catch their breath. Y/N feels sorry for him for a brief second when she sees him clutching onto the left side of his ribs, but then she remembers the situation that put him there in the first place and great incredible fuck she just gave him and so she decides not to dwell on it too much. 

Serves him right.

She collapses on the bed beside him, the two of them staring idly at the ceiling. It’s nearly dark now, the sun having set long ago and only their silhouettes are visible in the moonlight. Harry reaches over to pet her cheek and press a kiss into her hair as their breathing slowly but surely evens out and they come to.

They’re both too tired and fucked out to have a lucid conversation, so they’ll save that for tomorrow. No. Right now was for cuddles and falling asleep to the sounds of each other’s soft breaths and the peace of mind knowing that they can do this every single night for the rest of their lives if they wanted to because they’re getting married and they have a family together and they’re so in love with each other that nothing else matters.

When Y/N finally manages to muster up the energy to lift herself from the mattress and waddle to the bathroom, Harry breaks the silence.

“Hey,” his voice is calm and collected and there’s a smirk on his face.

“Hmm?” she answers as she cranes her neck and braces herself on the door frame of the master bathroom.

Her other hand is caressing her bump, a tick that she’d picked up over the months whenever she wasn’t doing anything important.

“Sit on m’ face in the morning?”

There’s that laugh again. The one that Harry loves and swears came straight from the angels above.

“With pleasure,” she winks as the door closes behind her.

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Do You Want Me Now - Chapter 20: WHO’S Your Aunt Part 2

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Summary:  The not-engagement-party is in full swing, now!

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” another very familiar voice bellowed from behind Jaskier and Geralt.

Geralt froze.  Driven by pure instinct, he quickly scooped Jaskier up and moved them out of the way of whomever had spoken.

Jaskier, knowing who was behind them, exchanged an ‘OH SHIT’ look with Pavetta.

Duny, bless his heart, looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Calanthe strode into the room, taking stock of every living being inside.  When her gaze fell on Jaskier, her face flew through an odd range of emotions – first anger (unsurprisingly), then happiness, then sadness and lastly, remorse.

“Julian!” she said, more to herself than anyone else.

“Hi, Aunt Calanthe,” Jaskier said, wincing.

Geralt looked at Jaskier like he’d never seen her before.

At that moment, one of the monks from the Priory walked in and stopped dead, seeing Calanthe standing in front of him.

“What? Oh.  Oh dear.  Pavetta, dear, I thought you said your mother was aware-“

“She most certainly WAS NOT.” Calanthe boomed. Her gaze shifted back to Jaskier “And YOU!  I can’t believe you were willing to be a party to all this; although, I honestly shouldn’t be all that surprised, with all the trouble you two used to get up to.  We’re going to have a conversation later, you and I,”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jaskier said meekly.

“Mother, I didn’t even know Julian was going to be here.  She had nothing to do with this.  She came with her boyfriend.”

“We’re not-“ Geralt started, but was quickly cut off by Jaskier stepping on his foot.

“Not the time,” she hissed to him, under her breath.

“Your Majesty, I had invited my friend Geralt as a witness.  They had no idea what we were planning.”

“And what were you planning, exactly?” Calanthe asked, her voice sharp enough it could have been used as a weapon.

*****

The wedding, once all the shouting had died down, and it seemed that Calanthe’s blood lust had subsided, was lovely.  Pavetta’s favorite priest performed the ceremony, and they’d had time to call Eist in from whatever he had been doing.  He was just as surprised to see Jaskier, and after the ceremony was over, pulled her into a rib-cracking hug, telling her “Welcome home, love.”

It was over dinner where the story telling began.

“So, you’re telling me, you, Julian, had no idea that Pavetta was getting married today.”  Eist was already slurring his words; he’d been drinking for a while.

“No, sir, I did not. All I knew was Geralt got an email saying to meet him at the Priory of all places, for an engagement party.  I wasn’t even technically invited.”

“You didn’t.” Pavetta said, sounding scandalized, eyes shooting daggers at Duny.

“You said it was hush-hush!” Duny replied. “I told Geralt only what he needed to know!”

“Not quite,” was all Geralt said, making Jaskier snort. “But thankfully, I had an ace up my sleeve,” he said, hooking a thumb Jaskier’s way.

“Yeah, and good thing too, huh?  You would never have found your way to the library without me,”

Jaskier received a grunt of affirmation in response.

“You didn’t even give them directions?  Not even the room?” Pavetta cried.

“It all worked out, Pav,” Jaskier said lightly. “We got here, you’re married, life is good.”

“So, how do you two know each other?” Pavetta asks, gesturing between them with her fork.

“We’re roommates.” They said in unison.

“Sure you are,” Eist laughed, throwing his head back.

“No, really, Uncle Eist, Geralt rented me his spare room, when he felt that and I quote ‘her apartment is trying to kill her,’” Jaskier turned to Geralt, wineglass in her hand. “Did I tell you it actually got condemned?  Did I tell you that?  Happened…oh, what, two months ago?”

“No, you did not,” Geralt replied, trying to keep the smug smile off his face.  Geralt was surprised as shit to see Jaskier actually drinking.  She wasn’t drinking a lot, she was still working on her first glass of wine, but it was still weird to see her drinking because she wanted to.

Geralt could tell she felt at home here.  Not that she didn’t also feel at home…at home, but this was a place that obviously held good memories for her.  Everyone in that room, save for Duny, who didn’t really know her, obviously had a vested interest in her best interests.  Calanthe had even grilled her about her grades at Oxenfurt.

Geralt wasn’t sure he’d ever been to a weirder dinner.

*****

Later, once the vows had been exchanged, and Geralt and Jaskier had performed their individual witness duties by signing the marriage license, and they were safely ensconced in one of the guest rooms in the castle (because of course everyone thought they were dating, so why give them two rooms?) Geralt rounded on Jaskier.

“You didn’t think to mention, not once, that the Queen of this fucking country just happens to be your aunt? That, I dunno, didn’t cross your mind as a ‘need to know’ kind of item?”

“Well, I mean, if you want to get technical about it, Calanthe isn’t actually my aunt, she’s my godmother-“

“Jask, I swear to God,” Geralt was pinching the bridge of his nose, taking deep, calming breaths. “She’s close enough to you that you let her box your fucking ears in front of other people.  She’s important.”

“Geralt, I don’t really understand what the big deal is.  How was I supposed to know it was Pavetta who was getting married?  There are a bunch of people I could name that would have used the Priory as their elopement spot.  God knows why, I mean, I could think of a dozen better places to get secretly married here in the castle,”

“Could you now,” Geralt said, amusement leaking into his voice.

“I just, I didn’t think it was important?  I didn’t think it was going to come up.”

“Any other bizarre family acquaintances I should know?”

Geralt liked that Jaskier actually had to think about it.  He could see her actually rifling through her extended family tree in her head.

“No, I don’t think so. No.  Not like this.”

Geralt flopped back on the bed. “How did that even happen?”

“What, how did Calanthe become my godmother?”

“Yeah.  Is it a nobility thing?”

“Sort of, but not really. Calanthe, my dad, her first husband and Eist were all best friends when they were younger.  Her first husband was my godfather, until he passed.  So I guess that kind of makes Eist my step-godfather?  Is that even a thing?  Whatever. I stayed here a lot, when my dad was deployed, when I was really little.”

“Why not at home?” Geralt asked, without thinking.

“I was safer here.”

Jaskier saw Geralt wince when he realized what he’d asked. “Jas, I’m sorry-“

“No, it’s ok.  This isn’t even about….that, the “things of which we do not speak”.  My mother was not cut out to be a mom, Geralt.  Like, at all.  My dad realized after his first deployment after I was born, he left before I could talk, but I could talk when he came home, and the first thing I asked him was “Where mama?” and he didn’t know what I meant until the housekeeper told him my mother hadn’t come to see me the entire time he was deployed.  He was gone for a year and a half, Geralt.”

“Holy fuck, Larkin.  I don’t – I don’t even know what to say.”

“Yeah.  So.  After that, if my dad wasn’t home, I was here.  She was…better…with Andrew and Lilly.”

Geralt knew there was more to it than that, but he didn’t press.

“So, yeah.  Calanthe was more a mother to me than my own mom. So she gets to box my ears all she fucking wants.”

All Geralt could think after that was why on God’s green earth did her parents continue to have children?

*****

The next morning, before they left, Calanthe asked to speak to Jaskier alone.  Geralt and Jask were eating breakfast with Duny and Pavetta, when Calanthe strode in, grabbed a pastry, took a sip of Pavetta’s coffee, pointed at Jaskier and told her to come find her before she and Geralt left.

Jaskier said “Kay,” like it was no big deal.

Jaskier told Geralt not to worry when she got up from the breakfast table, saying she’d be fine.

Geralt was worried.

Pavetta and Duny were still lazing about at the table with Geralt, and Pavetta knew that face.  She knew the ‘concerned spouse’ face; she’d seen it enough on both her mother and Eist’s face, and now on Duny’s as well.

“Geralt.  Julian will be fine, I promise.  We miss her.  My mother misses her.  We haven’t seen her in…far too long.  There are some family things my mother needs to discuss with her-“

Geralt’s gaze went from cautious to murderous in miliseconds.

“I see Julian’s mentioned something about her…biological mother.” The absolute, stone-cold disdain that laced those last two words told Geralt everything he needed to know about Calanthe and Pavetta and he visibly relaxed. “I’m honestly surprised she’s still alive; my mother is not known for her tolerance of…bad behavior.”

Geralt sighed, audibly. Jaskier’s cousin’s upcoming wedding was definitely going to be vastly unpleasant, if what Pavetta said was true (and Geralt knew it was).

“What?” Pavetta asked, sharply, looking worried.

“One of Jask’s cousins is getting married in May, and we’re going, and it’s at their estate-“

All of a sudden Pavetta jumped up from her seat and came to stand across from Geralt at the table, leaning across it, hands on the table in front of her, staring him down.

“She can’t go, Geralt.”

“Jask said she had to,” Geralt didn’t understand where this sudden intensity was coming from.

“No, Geralt. Please.  Do whatever it takes.  Do not let her go to that wedding.”

“Why not?”

“I have a very bad feeling.” Pavetta told him.  The way she said it made a shiver go up Geralt’s spine. “Please, don’t let her go. Tell her my mom forbids it.  God, I’ll tell her that mom forbids it.  I’ll get MOM to tell her she can’t go.  Please under no circumstances let Julian into that house, Geralt.  Please. Maybe we can keep her in the dungeon? It’ll be like a game.  We used to play that all the time.  Fuck.  Are you guys married?”

“What?  No.  We’re not married, we’re not even dating.”

“What?  Yes you are.  Of course you are; why else would I have seen-“

Pavetta was cut off by Jaskier returning to the room, wiping her eyes.  Geralt jumped up from his chair to rush to her side, wanting to make sure she was ok, but she gently brushed him off.

“I’m fine, G, it was just, emotional.  It’s ok. They were ok tears.  I’m fine.”

“Julian, you cannot go to that wedding, do you hear me?” Pavetta commanded.

“What?  Pavetta, it’s Marion.  I have to.”

“No. I- I forbid it.”

“You forbi- Pav, are you serious? You can’t forbid me-“

“Then I’ll get mom to do it!”

“I’m not a citizen of Cintra!”

“You are our family, Julian!”

“Why are we arguing about this?  I don’t understand this at all!” Jask shouted back.

“I…saw something.” Pavetta admitted.  Jaskier’s eyes snapped up to Pavetta’s at that.

“No shit.”

“No shit.”  Pavetta shifted her gaze to Geralt. “Geralt, tell her you forbid her from going.  She’ll listen to you.”

“I am not getting in the middle of this – I am not the boss of Jask-“

“Yes you are,” Pavetta said, so matter of factly it made Jaskier laugh out loud.

“I can’t forbid her from doing anything,” Geralt said, contritely.

“You could if you were married,” Pavetta hissed at him.

“Pav, that’s not actually how that works, lovey, I hate to break it to you,” Jaskier said, trying to sound jokey.  This whole conversation was freaking her out.  First, Pavetta’s vision, and second the whole marriage thing, again.  AGAIN.

“Can we please table this discussion/argument?  I’d like to enjoy the last hour or so we’re gonna be here.  Please?”

“Fine.” Pavetta said, clearly not happy about it.

*****

On their way home, Geralt asked what Pavetta had meant about having ‘seen something’.

“She gets visions.” She looked over at Geralt from her position in the driver’s seat. “Stop it.  I’m not joking, Geralt.  They always come true. Don’t look at me like that.  It runs in her family.  Her grandmother got them, too.  Weird shit. It doesn’t happen all the time, like, she didn’t know I was coming to her own fucking wedding, but usually big ticket items, like someone’s house burning down, or one time she foiled a plot to assassinate Eist, no kidding.”

“So, what she said about you-“

“Yeah, did she give you any hints about that, before I walked back in?”

“No, she just kept yelling about how you can’t go.”

“Yeah.  That’s what I was afraid of.”  Jaskier sighed.

“Ima tell you what you told me, yesterday morning.  You don’t have to go, Lark.”

“But I do.”

“Because it’s complicated?”

“Because it’s complicated.”

Geralt fucking hated complicated.

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the wedding ~ machine gun kelly

part one   part two   part three   part four   part five   part six   part seven   part eight   part nine   part ten   part eleven   part twelve   part thirteen

word count: 2387

request?: no

description: a year later, you and colson are finally getting your fairytale ending at the end of the aisle

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, lots of fluff

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*read the author’s note at the end!*

One Year Later

You winced as your sister accidentally yanked your hair again. “At this rate, you’re gonna have my hair yanked out before I get to the end of the aisle.”

“I’m sorry I’m trying to make sure it’s perfect,” Hailie responded.

“Here,” your mom said, replacing Hailie’s spot behind you. “A mother is more gentle.”

“The amounts of times I went to school with a sore head begs to differ,” Hailie teased.

But your mom was definitely right, she was much more gentle than Hailie. Before you knew it, your hair was finished and you were ready to get married.

You stood to look at yourself in the full length mirror. Your wedding dress was absolutely gorgeous, and Hailie had also done your makeup, with waterproof makeup luckily enough because you already felt like you were going to cry.

Your mom put her hands on your shoulder and smiled at you through the mirror. “My baby is growing up. Feels like just yesterday I was watching you walk for the first time.”

You put your hands over hers. “Please don’t cry, mom, I don’t want to start crying yet.”

“I know, I’m sorry honey. It’s just a very emotional da.”

You turned to face your mom, putting one arm around her and extending the other to Hailie. She stepped into your group hug and the three of you hugged each other.

“I’m so proud of you both,” your mom said, kissing your and Hailie’s foreheads.

A knock came at the door and as the three of you pulled apart, the door opened revealing your father in his suit. He looked you over and you could see the slight sadness and emotion in his eyes. “It’s time.”

Hailie hugged you once more before going to take her place as the Maid of Honor. As your mom went to leave, she paused next to your dad to look back at you. “We did good at raising some amazing daughters.”

Your dad smiled and gave your mom a hug before she went to take her seat. You were left with your dad. Neither of you really knew what to say. You were still trying to keep your tears at bay.

“I’m proud of you,” your dad finally said. “Even if I don’t like your husband to be.”

“You wouldn’t like him no matter who he was,” you teased. “But thank you dad.”

He extended an arm to you. “Let’s go before either of us start crying.”

You chuckled and took his arm. He led you down the stairs and to the end of the line of bridesmaids and groom’s men.

You and Colson had rented a sort of country club building, setting up the outside for the wedding ceremony and the inside for the reception. Your sisters were your bridesmaids, with Hailie being the Maid of Honor, and two of Colson’s crew, Rook and Slim, as his groom’s men and Pete as his Best Man. Casie was your flower girl and your youngest cousin, the son of your Uncle Nate, was your ringbearer.

You anxiously waited and felt your heart leap to your throat when the music began to play. One by one, the bridesmaids and groom’s men walked down the aisle, followed by Casie and your cousin. When it was finally your turn, you took a deep breath to try and calm your nerves.

“Don’t worry,” your dad assured you. “When you start walking down that aisle, the only person you’ll see is Colson.”

He was right. At first, as you started down the aisle, you were very aware of all the eyes on your, until you locked eyes with Colson, then it was as if everyone else disappeared.

He looked so handsome in his tux, and he was smiling through the tears of happiness on his face. Finally, the tears started to fall down your own face, and you were definitely grateful for the waterproof makeup.

Before passing you to Colson, your dad gave you another hug and a kiss on your forehead. You smiled at him before turning to Colson.

“You look beautiful,” Colson breathed.

“And you look handsome,” you responded.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the priest started, “we are gathered here today to celebrate the love between Colson Baker and (Y/N) Mathers. Before we get to their vows, is there anyone here who objects to this holy matrimony?”

There’s at least one person here who could, you thought to yourself, eyeing your dad briefly. But you knew that, even if your dad still wasn’t a fan of Colson, he saw how happy you were with him, and he didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“Now, you two have written your own vows, correct?”

You both nodded and looked at each other expectantly, causing yourselves and the audience to chuckle. Colson gestured to you, allowing you to go first.

“I, (Y/N) Mathers, promise to be your biggest fan. I promise to be by your side through the long nights of writing and recording, to always be waiting for you to come home after a long tour, to hype you up at all hours of the day. I promise to always love and to always be there for you, until the end of time.”

Colson squeezed your hands, more tears starting to fall down his face. “And I, Colson Baker, promise to be the best husband I can be. I promise to treat you like the queen that you are, to constantly call you while I’m away to the point where you’ll probably just turn off your phone to get rid of me - ” You giggled at this. “ - to make you feel like the most special girl to ever live, because to me, you are.”

You fought the urge to wipe the tears from your face, knowing you’d smudge your makeup if you did. Through tears, you managed to choke out, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Colson responded.

“May we have the rings?” the priest asked.

Your Uncle Nate nudged your cousin, who approached with the rings. Colson took yours first and positioned it in front of your finger.

“Do you, Colson Baker, take (Y/N) Mathers to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?”

“I do.”

Colson slid the ring onto your finger. You smiled at him as you took his ring and held it in front of his finger.

“And do you, (Y/N) Mathers, take Colson Baker to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?”

“I do.”

You slid the ring onto Colson’s finger. You held hands again and turned back to the priest.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Colson wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you and kissing you deeply as your guests applauded and cheered.

And just like that, you became Mrs. Baker.

~~~~~~

After a few pictures, the dinner and cake, and some embarrassing stories from both your family and Colson’s, it was time for the dances. Colson went first, dancing with an old family friend that basically raised him like a mother. While planning the wedding, both of you debated on even sending an invite to Colson’s mom. You knew he didn’t have a great relationship with her and had barley talked to her in years, so you decided it would be best if she didn’t attend. At first, you wanted to skip over the father-daughter/mother-son dances and just have the official first dance, but Colson insisted on keeping to that tradition, if nothing else.

Once their song was over, it was announced that it was yours and your dad’s turn. Your dad led you to the dancefloor and put one hand on your waist, while holding the other. You began to sway back and forth to the music together.

“I can’t believe my baby is married,” he sighed. “And of all people, you really had to choose fucking Machine Gun Kelly.”

You chuckled. “I know, we’ve been over this a million times. I’m sorry I didn’t choose a guy that worships the ground you walk on, although Colson still does, he just likes to act tough.”

“No,” your dad said, shaking his head. “I don’t care about it being him. I mean, he still bothers the fuck out of me, but that’s just because he married my baby girl. I hate Hailie’s boyfriend just as much.” You laughed and shook your head. “You’re happy, (Y/N), and that’s all that matters. I wish I had known how severely unhappy you were all those years, and how my fame affected you.”

“There wasn't anything you could do, dad,” you assured him. “I’m a tough girl, you know that. I was able to handle it on my own, and I always will be able to handle it on my own. In a way, I’m glad most the guys I knew were assholes, staying away from them led me to the right guy after all.”

“Also an asshole.”

“Dad,” you playfully scolded.

Your dad chuckled and pulled you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head against his shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you, (Y/N),” he said. “You’ve grown up into the most amazing young woman I always knew you’d be.”

You smiled through the tears that were starting to form again. Dammit! I just touched up my makeup, I knew that was going to be a mistake.

“I love you, dad,” you said, your voice soft.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).”

You were almost reluctant to pull away when the song ended, but you knew you couldn’t stay attached to your dad forever. Both literally and metaphorically, today was a day about letting go, you letting go of him and vice versa.

Colson stepped up as your dad stepped away, the bright smile on his face. He offered you his hand and asked, “May I have this dance, Mrs. Baker?”

You smiled back and responded, “Of course, Mr. Baker.”

The song you had both chosen for your first dance song began to play. Everyone was stood around, taking pictures and smiling at the two of you as you danced, but in that moment it was as if none of them existed. It was just you and Colson dancing together.

“Did you ever think we’d get here?” Colson asked as you rested your head against his chest. Even in your heels, you were nowhere close to reaching his height.

“At which point?” you asked. “When you sat down with me at the diner, or when we started dating?”

“Either,” he responded.

“To the first one, no. I actually didn’t even think we’d ever talk again, even after getting friendly and you left me your number. Part of me was sure you’d forget all about me.”

“How can I forget the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met?”

You cuddled closer to him. He always knew the right things to say. “To the second one, I don’t really knew. At the time that we started dating, I really didn’t know what to expect. Part of me thought it might just be a brief thing, that maybe the distance or the secrecy of it all would result in us breaking up. Then I thought it would last some time but I wasn’t sure exactly how long. I don’t know, I never thought about getting married ever, it just didn’t seem like an option to me.” You lifted your head to look at him. “What about you?”

“When we first met, I didn’t think we’d end up here exactly, but I did hope we’d be friends for a long time. I really liked you, I thought you were cute and funny and so headstrong. I just wanted to hang out with you, if nothing else. When we started dating, I hoped we’d get to this point. I’m not sure if I expected it to happen, but I always hoped it did.”

“Well, you got your wish.”

You leaned up to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss and paused from dancing long enough to cup your face. Even through your closed eyes, you could see the flash from the camera of the photographer you had hired. It was just an old friend of Colson’s who offered to take pictures at the wedding, but you both insisted on paying him for his time, even if he would’ve been invited to go anyways.

“You’ll have to get used to that,” Colson said. “Although, I guess you already are.”

“Not as much as you’d think. My sisters and I always managed to keep on the DL for most our lives,” you shrugged. “But I don’t mind all that much. As long as I get to show off my amazing husband one way or another, I’ll gladly welcome any pictures.”

Colson smiled. “Say that again.”

“Which part?”

“The part about me being your husband.”

You giggled and repeated, “Colson Baker, you’re the best husband a girl could ever ask for.”

“And you, (Y/N) Baker, are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You both kissed once again as the music ended. You stood for some time, just lost in one another, before a more upbeat song started to play and more people joined the dancefloor.

You partied until midnight hit, and when it did you changed from your wedding dress into something more comfortable to make your way to the car that would be taking you to the airport. Colson had booked a special honeymoon for the two of you, but didn’t tell you where it was, only that you’d both be gone for some time. You sat next to him in the car and you both smiled at each other. Colson took hold of your hand and gave it a small squeeze.

The car began to drive as your friends and family waved goodbye to the two of you. Next stop, your happily ever after, with Colson as your loving husband.

The end!

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Thank you all for your support throughout this series. You really don’t know what it means to me that so many of you were so dedicated to this story and you loved it so much. Honestly, when I started writing it I didn’t think it’d get any traction at all. I’m just as sad as you guys are that it came to an end, but I knew this was the way the story was going to go even when I started writing it.

However, don’t be too sad. Keep your eyes out in the coming weeks for another MGK series ;)

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new york boy (hc) | p.p.

a/n: 50TH IMAGINE WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWWWW!! this shit go 🅱razy!

summary: life is hard when you visit your uncle in new york and all of a sudden there's a cute boy named peter parker in your life (i suck at summaries just stick with me here)

warnings: the usual fluff/hella cussing + like a minute of slight angst, also DEADASS THIS IS LIKE 8.5K WORDS I GOT SO SO SOOOOOO CARRIED AWAY AHSAHDJFKSNFK

ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONSISTENCIES OR TYPOS OR ANYTHING I LITERALLY WROTE THIS OVER A FEW DAYS AND GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WITH DIFFERENT PLOTLINES AND BASICALLY WHAT IM SAYING IS THIS IS VERY VERY CHAOTIC BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS GET THE POINT LOL

+ + +

- SECOND HEADCANON IN A ROW YEAHYEAH

- you guys i've had a one direction relapse i was literally Obsessed with them like eight years ago (when they were still together rip) and all of a sudden they are just living in my brain Rent Free once again

- btw harry is my favorite and always has been. call me basic but it's been an eight year bond so try and fight that 😌✋

- anyways time to write the actual fucking story

- haha Oops!

- no i didn't accidentally spell oops "opps" at first. the fact that you even think that is complete absurdity

- CAN LITTLE THINGS BY 1D STOP MAKING ME EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW

- this is the eighth bullet point and i have yet to get into the actual story holy fuck

- guys i just watched knives out (yeah i know i'm late whatever) and i haven't fully processed it yet but it was Muy Bueno!

- STEAL MY GIRL IS PLAYING

i knowwww i knowwww i knowwww for sure

EVERYBODY WANNA STEAL MY GIRL

EVERYBODY WANNA TAKE HER HEART AWAY

- i am so sorry

- OKAY THIS IS WHERE THE ACTUAL STORY STARTS HOLY SHIT

- yeah ❤

- SO BASICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- fuck what is this imagine about again?

- OH RIGHT

- OKAY

- YOU'RE TONY STARK'S NIECE OKAY

- don't ask me how that works i have No Fucking Clue (which i'm sure you've gathered at this point)

- (i don't know what i'm doing)

- y'all i've got a headache but ❤ nevertheless she persisted ❤

- so basically

- you live like

- not... in new york...?????????

- so like SOMEWHERE ELSE

- let's say you live in like california

- YEAHYEAH OKAY

- SO LIKE YK HOW TONY USED TO LIVE IN CALI

- so you and uncle tones (😌) were super close when he lived in cali and he'd like pick you up from school and get you ice cream and basically be the Coolest Uncle Ever

- ur mom (let's say she's tony's sister) would be like 🙄 whenever he'd goof around with u but she loved y'all's relationship

- ain't that fluffy

- but THEN

- tony moved to new york

- bitch how fucking rude is that

- so u were like

- a little dead inside

- but that was when you were like six so time moved at Hyper Speed back then and you don't really like Remember the Pain 😀

- OH AND BY THE WAY KINDA IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE!!!!!

- SINCE UR MOM GOT MARRIED SHE TOOK YOUR DAD'S LAST NAME (aka l/n) AND YOU KEEP THE FACT THAT TONY IS YOUR UNCLE A SECRET FOR LIKE SAFETY REASONS IG LOL

- Anyways! from there on you only visit once a year and be there for a week

- but u best BELIEVE those visits were HYPE AS FUCK YEAHYEAH

- when you turned 13 ur mom surprised you by finally letting you start going by yourself

- badass 13 year old y/n 😌

- so u were like Heck Yeah!

- YeahYeah 😀😀😀

- happy picks you up from the airport and ur like "uh hi"

- ANYWAYS THE POINT IS YOU START TRAVELLING TO NEW YORK ALONE

- SO!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE NOW IN PRESENT TIME

- you go on your annual trip

- happy picks you up as per usual

- the usual awkward convo goes on which typically goes something like:

"are you excited to see your uncle" "yeah" "cool" "mhmm"

- yeah ❤

- but anyways by the time you're like 10 mins away you're practically Bouncing in your seat

- happy is like.... Girl. Calm Down! 😀

"oh by the way tony has the kid over today"

- bro Huh???????????

- ??????

- "the kid" Very Specific Thank You!

- you're like "who tf is the kid"

"spider-man"

......

😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

- your head SPINS over to happy

"he's SPIDER-MAN?"

- happy just gets that Smug Smile Look on his face (y'all know the face) and shrugs, pulling into the garage

- you JUMP out of the car

- you wanna see sum real speed?

"identific-"

"FRIDAY! it's y/n let me in!!!"

- bitch calm down

"welcome back, y/n"

- WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED? 2.0

- you BUST through the doors

- not to mention your backpack is Barely Hanging On and happy is still in the garage hurling your suitcase out of the trunk

- sorry happy 😔😔

- happy ain't lookin so happy rn!

"friday, where's my uncle?"

"he's in the laboratory"

- WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED?????? 3.0

- go! go! go! go! go! go! go! go!

- spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬

- you FLY down the stairs to the lab

- tony looks over and a smile immediately breaks on his face

- you look disheveled as HELL cause you're like panting and Far Too Excited

- peter looks over and sees you and is like 0_0

- as soon as you see peter you're ALSO like 0_0

- he cute

- wait no fuck he's HOT

"short-circuit!"

- you manage to tear your eyes from peter Somehow and look over at tony, smiling like a madwoman as you jump into his arms and give him a hug

"short-circuit?"

- oh damn

- this kid's Voice!!!!!!!!!!

- adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- you and tony pull apart and tony explains the nickname

"peter, this is y/n, my niece. short-circuit just so happens to come from when this idiotic girl will be talking about something when we're in the lab and she suddenly drifts off and gets this zoned out look on her face. she short-circuits, basically"

- peter's Still like 0_0

- his brain can't even Function Properly because tony was just explaining the next updates to peter's suit and then you're here and you're really pretty and tony apparently has a niece? and Everything Is Happening!!!!!!!!

"well im so sorry that i drift off because my brain is coming up with super cool stuff, which usually tends to make your little inventions even better. let's not forget me figuring out how to properly program JARVIS"

- *not peter's 0_0 look managing to amplify*

- eyebrows are RAISED

- (also quick moment of silence for jarvis i miss him 😔)

in memoriam:

graphic design is my passion 2.0

fyi graphic design is my passion is becoming a new ~segment~ on these hcs because i love making them and i deadass couldn't stop laughing at my last one

- okay back to Da Program

- all tony does is scoff, clapping you on the back

"anyways... peter's interning for me, so i was just explaining-"

- intern? i don't think so!

- time to be a stark and fuck things up!

- YEAHYEAH

"happy told me he was spider-man? the suit is literally on that table over there? unless he's doing both spider-man and an internship? which is honestly impressive, i mean-" you look over at peter, "with school and everything- unless you don't go to school, but still-"

- you look back over and tony and this man is.........

- he's got that Look on his face you know what i'm talking about

"dammit, now i gotta go yell at happy"

"oh shit was i not supposed to know?"

- tony gives you an exasperated look and you're like Oops!

"it would've been better if you didn't know. just don't go running that big mouth of yours"

- you give him an offended look before being like Okay Fine Whatever

- tony is just tired and peter's standing there like OH FUCK UH OKAY??????????

- aka that one scene in infinity war

moving on

"y/n, your room is set up. i'm gonna finish up here with pete and then we can go get cheeseburgers. deal?"

- you smile and nod, giving tony a kiss on the cheek (signature stark move)

- (i'm sad now)

- (fuck)

- you start to walk off and look over at peter

"it was nice meeting you, peter"

- mans is like Oh! Who? Me!

"oH- uh- y- yeah, it was nice meeting you, too"

- you give him a small smile and walk up the stairs out of the lab

- fucking dopey ass smile on your face because YOU JUST MET CUTE BOY SPIDERMAN AND HES CUTE AND HOT AND KJSDFHKSDJF FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

- peter looks back from watching you walk away and makes sure you're out of earshot

- fyi his ears are like Red Red and homeboy looks WHIPPED

- silly goose. fools fall in love

"i-um, i didn't know you had a niece?"

- tony just kind of scoffs

- very original reaction, tony! Never Been Done before, Especially by you! Wow!

"and i didn't realize how little time it takes for you to fall in love. i mean the bar was low but, jeez, kid"

"wait- no- i'm not in love"

"hmm okay. but if i catch you pulling something i will not hesitate to say i told you s-"

"no- yeah- that won't be, uh, that won't be a problem, mr stark"

- yeah tell that to your FACE peter

- he's like No! Of Course Not! meanwhile his face is just 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

- why are emojis so goddamn funny. they're the stupidest shits ever but i love them so much

- ANYWAYS!

- you go to your room and unpack and everything and yeahyeah whatever

- btw tony Knows you so when he first moved into the headquarters he immediately set aside a room for you with a view he knew you'd love and like all ur favorite things (posters, comfy bed and pillows and blankets, any instruments u like to play etc) because Uncle Tony is Bae Man

- then tony like sticks his head in and knocks on the doorframe

- ur like "hola!" (soy dora!)

- is that what she says? fuck idk i didn't take spanish and have the memory of a breadcrumb anyways!

"y/n i think you made my intern fall in love with you"

- bro Huh?????????/

- cute random slash ryn! Very Good At Typing!

"what on earth do you mean?"

- on the inside though ur like YEAHYEAH

- MOVING ON I'M GETTING A BIT DETAILED AND IT'S CONFUSING MY DICKHEAD OF A BRAIN

- you and tony get cheeseburgers yeahyeah okay

- so you have the whole week in nyc right

- guess what

- guess

- the fuck

- what

- can i just make my goddamn point already goodness gracious

- these hcs are literally me just writing down every single thought i have while writing these

- you guys do be living rent free in my brain 0_0

- OH MY GOD ANYWAYS

- you best BELIEVE peter is at headquarters

- every

- fucking

- day

- YEAHYEAH

- now the whole reason for that is

- when you got back from the Cheeseburger Extravaganza! tony called peter and was like

"sup bitch"

- i'm kidding

"kid listen my niece needs a friend and at this point maybe even a boyfriend. she hasn't managed to pull anyone yet and you'd be a nice fit ANYWAYS come over tomorrow and show her around new york"

- now, hearing this, peter cannot breathe

- internal monologue be like holyhdhdjhksjdbfhitshitskjfdbjfk

- basically me

- my thoughts

- ✨always✨

- the inner snape in me just came out SORRY

- I JUST MADE MY SCREEN SMALL WHAT THEFUDBS

- oh i fixed it

- okay so YEAH

- peter wakes up next morning and pays SO MUCH ATTENTION TO THE WAY HE LOOKS

- puts on his best science pun tee (i love him so much wtf) and makes sure his hair is just right

- aunt may is like o_0

- Hmm...... something Hinky is going on!

(once you get your bearings, find the carpet that covers the taillight, peel back the carpet, make a fist, punch the taillight out the back of the car, thus creating a hole in the back of the automobile, then stick your little hand out and wave to oncoming motorists to let them know that something hinky is going on!)

- bae man john mulaney

- i can't hear or even fucking THINK of the word hinky without thinking of detective jj bittenbinder STREETSMARTS

- shut up! you're all gonna dieSTREETSMARTS

- guys i'm starting to think i have ADHD

- oh my god okay BACK TO THE FUCKING STORY COME ON KAMRYN

- writing my full/actual name on here felt weird as fuck. dunno how often i'll be doing that okay anyways

- peter gets to headquarters and is immediately met by thor

"ah, the spider!"

0_0

"sir stark said something about you coming today to show madam y/n around the city!"

- thor gives peter the biggest pat on the back and peter Does Not Know How To Act

"uh, yeah, that's um.. that's what i'm doing"

- thor smiles (the smile he gives hulk in that one scene in ragnarok makes me LOSE MY MIND it's so FUNNY)

- can my cat stop rubbing her face on my laptop goddamn

- I MADE MY SCREEN SMALL AGAIN WTF

- okay reset ANYWAYS

- take a shot every time i say anyways

- hi i'm editing this imagine rn and according to ctrl+f i wrote "anyways" 20 times. time to get blackout drunk and chug a bottle of perfume everyone!

- Not Me with the john mulaney reference Again!

- thor's like "go get em kid"

- peters like "y-yeah thanks"

- gets in the elevator and he's still so flustered and confused and anxious

- his voice fucking CRACKS when he asks friday to take him to your floor

- why is it so cute when boys' voices crack wtf

- when he reaches ur door his heart is like WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED? 4.0

- he just knocks quietly and ur like "yeah?"

- ohgodohfuckohgodohfuckohgodohfuck

- peter opens the door and the LOOK ON HIS FACE

- he (⊙ˍ⊙)

- as soon as you see him you go into Fight Or Flight ur like (ง •_•)ง...?

- but u regain ur composure cause ur a stark 😎

"oh, hi peter!"

"hey, um,"

- he like slowly walks in

- mans is So Unsure of what he's allowed to do

- ur just like My Man it is OKAY

"mr. stark- your uncle-"

- yes peter i know hes my uncle

"so i said to her, 'we've been married for three and a half years.' and she knew that."

no i will not stop with the john mulaney quotes do not even try me (Do Not Fuck With Me)

"told me to show you around new york today"

- ur like O Shit Okay?

- you already know tony is tryna pull some SHIT because this is deadass like the idk..... at LEAST tenth time you've been to new york??????

- you tell peter you'll be ready in a few and he just cautiously sits on your bed cause he's so unsure of everything (babey)

- the two of you talk about the whole story about you and tony and stuff

"so yeah then he moved to new york and i've just been visiting him for a week once a year"

"wait"

- you look over, aggressively shoving on ur shoes and peter's just Thinking

"if you've been here before then why does mr. stark want me to show you around"

- you shrug

"he's weird like that"

- so ANYWAYS (take a shot!)

- ur ready n stuff so the two of you leave

- sam is being himself ofc so he starts clapping for the two of you and whooping as you walk past

- bucky starts clapping too but he doesn't know what he's clapping for so he's just looking around like o_0? 👏

- (he eventually sees the two of you though and smiles SO BRIGHT)

- sam's like

"I KNOW THE TWO OF YOU JUST MET BUT DAMN Y/N'S BEEN NEEDING A MAN!"

- you turn and almost beat the Fuck out of that bird-man ur like:

┗|｀O′|┛

- WHY IS THT SO FUNYNJFDN

we ┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛

WHAT THE FUCKDBGKDJFGNSKDJFNHEHAHHFSBJDFA

┗|｀O′|┛I'M WALKIN HERE!

- oh my god ANYWAYS (TAKE A SHOT)

- tony just chillin in the back with a smug look on his face

- so you guys just start walking through the streets and peter just points out random things

"this is where an old lady gave me a churro"

"right up there is where i did a flip for this guy at a hot dog cart"

"i hung a bike robber right here- oh shoot well like i didn't hang him but i like suspended him in the air.. with my web.... if you, uh, know what i'm sayingi'mgonnastoptalkingnow"

- ur like bitch if you keep acting like this (aka like yourself) imma start Acting Up

- it's Too Cute

- the two of you take the subway to get to queens so he can show you around His Area Of New York

- which is a whole experience cause it's

- the fucking

- subway

- in new york

- you see a subway rat and you get SO EXCITED

- the fucking brightest smile is on your face and peter just looks at you in awe because it's a fucking rat but for some reason you got so happy over it???????

- the subway car was PACKED AS HELL (aka peter. we all know it)

- (there's NO WAY peter's dick is small moving on)

- so the two of you are forced to hold onto the pole things

- and since cali doesn't have subways and subway poles are not something you generally see

- does it? i've never fucking been there i shouldn't be spitting facts that probably aren't actually facts

- for the sake of this imagine california does not have subways

😌

- you decide to Pull a Move and fucking wrap your leg around it, laughing as you spin slightly

- very ungracefully might i add

- we're talking about y/n. the Clumsy Messy Hair Bitch from every goddamn book on this app

- can we talk about how y/n is a whole ass character. like ask anyone who reads fanfic to describe y/n and they Would Not describe themselves DESPITE THE FACT THAT Y/N LITERALLY MEANS "YOUR NAME"

- anyways (two shots of vodka *glug glug*)

- peter gets slightly flustered at your stripper move but covers it up with a laugh

- something about The Way peter's holding onto the pole above ur head is VERY ATTRACTIVE

- now is the time to go look back at the gif i used for this imagine

"what's a camera like you doing in a place like this?"

- fuck you tom for being cute shut up

- the car stumbles and

- CLICHE MOMENT ALERT y'all know what's going on

- you stumble slightly and peter (speedy spidey reflexes) quickly grabs you by the waist to steady you

- AWKWARD MOMENT

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"thanks"

"oh- yeah, uh, no problem"

- he like... awkwardly pulls his hand away from your waist and suddenly his hand feels like a fucking lead balloon with No Purpose so he just stuffs it in his pocket because Pockets!

- you lowkey wish he'd kept his hand on your waist OOPS

- we desperate for human contact 😔

- the two of y'all get off the subway at his stop and as soon as you step out into the like Actual Street or Whatever you're like 😀 cause it's so PRETTY and it's peter's home so it's even more exciting

- you get lunch at delmar's (ofc)

- mr delmar kept making suggestive eyes between the two of you so you were like o_0

- but it was SO CUTE BECAUSE PETER AND MR DELMAR JUST HAD SUCH A CUTE RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER

- AND FUCKING MR DELMAR HAD THE BALLS TO GO

"supongo que ya no preguntarás por mi hija, eh?"

- WHICH

- IF YOU DON'T SPEAK SPANISH CAUSE I SURE AS HELL DON'T

- thank u google translate for the assistance😌

- TRANSLATES TO "guess you won't be asking about my daughter anymore, huh?"

como estas tu hija eh?

that'll be ten dollars

IT'S FIVE DOLLARS

- anyways (shots! shots! shots shots shots shots! shots!)

- ur like Bro Huh and peter's like NOTHING

- and fucking 🅱ETER

- this BITCH

- ALSO HAD THE BALLS TO FUCKING REPLY IN SPANISH

"ella es la hija del señor stark" (she's mr. stark's daughter)

- ngl you couldn't breathe for a second

- cause who The Fuck can when 🅱eter 🅱ucking 🅱arker speaks ESPAÑOL

- ????????????? WHO

- moving on (not saying a****** to give you a break from the shots you're welcome)

- you get your sandwiches and they fucking SLAP

- peter smiles SO HARD WHEN HE SEES YOUR REACTION CAUSE HE'S SO EXCITED THAT YOU LIKE HIS FAVORITE SANDWICH (not you saying "i'll have what he has" just because you were too busy thinking about him speaking spanish oops)

- the two of you share a bag of gummy worms

- overall 11/10 experience

- i got a bit carried away with that and we're running on over 3000 (rip) words here so i'm gonna hurry this up goodness fuck

- editing ryn here to say HAHA 3000 words little did i Fucking Know

- the two of you get back to headquarters and peter DROPS YOU OFF AT YOUR ROOM LIKE THE GENTLEMAN HE IS AND IT'S KINDA AWKWARD BECAUSE HOW ON EARTH WOULDN'T IT BE BUT HE'S SO CUTE SO IT'S OKAY

- ngl you lay on your bed for a second like "wait was that a date?"

- peter legit just walks to the end of the hallway before closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall, letting out a sigh

- he's like holy shit i need to stop getting so whipped over girls within less than 24 hours

- then fucking sir STANK rounds the corner

"hey, pete! how was showing short-circuit around?"

"oh, hi, uh, it was good"

- this boy is fucking Flustered As Hell

"good? good. what'd y'all do?"

"we, just, um, walked around and i showed her around queens, too"

- tony just looks at him for a second and is like damn this kid needs a break i'll lay off of him

- so like the Cool Guy he is he like awkwardly pats peter on the shoulder and walks over to your room

- u and tones have a convo about your day and you end up gushing about it a little bit OOPS

- tony is so proud of himself him and his egotistical ass Goodness

- a n y w a y s  ( t a k e  a  s h o t ! )

- peter ends up coming over everyday because It's Summer! and he has No Life!

- just thought i'd let you know that i have spent the last couple days binge watching bestdressed's videos and now everything i write down is being narrated by ashley

- actually fuck that everything i THINK is narrated by ashley

- also can we gush about her in the comments like she seems like the coolest person ever and like the big sister i never had and she's so open about her life and funny and quirky but in a good way and i just have So Much Respect For Her!!!!!!!!!!!

- and i want her apartment SO BAD I'M LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH IT

- THE FUCKING FIRE ESCAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- not me having a weird obsession with fire escapes ever since reading/writing peter parker fics which tend to involve them in some way or another

- SO YEAH peter's hanging around a lot

- at first it's a bit weird cause you're like..... You Don't Live Here.....??????????? but At This Point You Almost Do????????????????

- AIN'T NO COMPLAINTS THOUGH

- the two of you break the ice pretty quick

- the night of the day after peter showed you around (did that make any sense at all probably not) you were just chilling in your room watching uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

- let me think rq

- um okay uhhhhhh (bonus points to you if you read that in peter's voice)

- OKAY SO YOU'RE WATCHING LADY BIRD (bomb movie)

- fun fact time! i like saying "what you do is very baller" at random times because idk why but that line makes me laugh SO HARD

- timothee's character in general was just..... so............

- ????????????

- yeah so you're watching lady bird and peter passes your doorway cause he was "going on a walk"

- headass

- you see him and ur like o_0

"peter?"

- bitch fucking TRIPS

- oh u got me trippinnnnn oh stumblinnnnn oh flippinnnnnnn oh fumblinnnn oh

- clumsy cause i'm falling in ~love~

- are those the right lyrics? eh whatever

- CANADA EH

ah the serotonin.. okay MOVING ON

"y-yeah? oH hi y/n didntuhhhhhhh didn't see you there"

- he's casually scratching the back of his neck because he's nervy

"yeah, i'm, um..."

- YOU'RE NERVY TOO

- composure equals regained though bc stark. yeah!

- my thoughts are........ incoherent

"i'm watching lady bird, uh, if you wanna join"

- WATCH A MOVIE?

- WITH YOU?????????????????

- hells yeah!

"o-oh, yeah, sure"

- mans awkwardly waddles in and sits at the edge of your bed

"you can like... lay down, peter. i don't bite"

- he just awkwardly lays down and his side lightly presses against yours

- you have to shut your eyes for a second because MAN does unexpected contact from a boy have such a big effect on you

- not even kidding one of my guy friends patted me on the head as he walked past my desk and i DEADASS GOT BUTTERFLIES I WAS SO ASHAMED

- LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHO ALLOWED THAT ???????????????

- so anyways (🥂)

- why isn't there a shot glass emoji this is discrimination (i'm kidding)

- the movie was great like

- you and peter would just laugh at random parts and eventually just started critiquing every little moment

- it ended up as a very great moment very nice very cool

- we like furthering our relationships with cute boys :D

- those of you who have been following the story (on my message board) abt the boy i'm talking to aka furthering my relationship with... yeahyeah!

- essentially you and peter start hanging out every day

- the Chemistry you have is Unmatched

- like you just clicked really well

- mainly y'all just watch tv in the commons

- you binge watch i'm not okay with this even though you've already seen it

- peter's like "so why do you like this show so much?"

- ur like 0_0 ... "the plot"

THE PLOT IN QUESTION: stanley barber

- who happens to give me peter parker vibes a little bit

- food network turns on and it takes you like five minutes tops to migrate to the kitchen

- the brownies y'all made did not turn out well

- bucky took a bite, made a face, then smirked

"you two put weed in here?"

- no, bitch, we just suck at baking

- lots of late night convos ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- BIG ICEBREAKERS THERE

"wait so like... how big do you expect our dicks to be"

"peter what the fuck"

"i'm curious!"

- if you haven't had one of those convos with someone of the opposite gender... You Haven't Lived

- also why do guys like talking about their dicks so much???? the amount of comments they make about them during those convos.. meanwhile i'm just trying to figure out their personality 😔

- the two of you even spend time in the lab together

- this is when he sees ~short-circuit~ in action

- y'all are doing some dumbass experiment idk

- OOH IDEA

- so y'all are making ✨something✨ for an upgrade on peter's suit

- my idea was only half developed don't make fun of me

- and you make a Stunning Realization and fucking SPIN around in your chair to face peter

- ur just rambling making science-y smart connections and peters like holy shit she's a fucking genius of course she is how on earth did she just

- and then as you get further into your discovery you suddenly just cut off and stare into the distance with this Super Serious Look on your face

- THE WAY THAT AS I WROTE "SUPER" 1D WENT "I CAN'T BE NO SUPERMAN"

(but for you i'll be superhuman!)

- then you just SPIN AROUND in your chair and start working on the suit again

- peter's just like 0_0 for a moment

"huh, okay"

- it takes you a few seconds to realize he even said anything but then you look up and ur like 0_0 (we're gonna have to start taking a shot every time i use that face goodness fuck)

"what?"

"you short-circuited!"

- he's all giddy and smiley about it too cause he FINALLY UNDERSTANDS

"shut up, parker"

- peter Totally has a thing for being called parker i just know it

- MY CAT JUST JUMPED UP AND CLAWED ME

- greedy bitch

- AS I WAS SAYING...

- once you get in the ~thing~ that you designed for the suit

- okay i really need to think of an actual upgrade give me a min

- OKAY SO YOU MADE A VOICE CHANGER

- wow very cool, me! innovation that Excites!

- we're just gonna ignore the fact that the interrogation protocol has a voice changer got it? yeahyeah

- peter's like No Way when you tell him you finished it

- you slip on the mask and tell karen to activate the Grown Man Protocol (not peter being offended by the name)

- you start talking and immediately BUST OUT LAUGHING because you sound like Siri

- and since you're Hella Genius you made it so you could change the voices just like how siri is

- so suddenly you're a BRITISH MAN

- you and peter can't stop laughing

- you give it to peter and then you're like

"wait no try it on with the suit too"

- peter's like o_0?

"for effect!"

- walter beckett?

- TOM?

- okay whatever

- peter's like

"okay um i'm just gonna uh... change over here"

- you nod and turn around

- just the sound of his clothes hitting the ground itself gives you butterflies

- and then you realize

- you can deadass See Him Through The Reflection Of The Microscope

- is that even possible? for the sake of this imagine Yes

- your face gets SO HOT

- it's a very small reflective area thing so not a lot of detail but ENOUGH TO SHOW HIS TONED SEXY ASS PHYSIQUE

- fucking crush me peter please i beg it would be an honor

"i want you to do it so i can stomp you with my hooves, i'm so fucking crazy"

- (crazy for you, peter!)

"okay it's on"

- you practically BLAST around in your seat because the VOICE IS WORKING AND IT'S STILL BRITISH

- peter your tom is showing

- ngl though you couldn't stop thinking about how peter looked through the reflection and you didn't even want to THINK about how he would look-

...

- you know

- in all actuality you did want to think about it like think about it for literally the rest of your life if you could but we're gonna ignore that

- nonetheless the experience was Muy Bueno Very Fun and you and peter spent a solid hour just messing with the voices

- ALSO!!!!!!!!!! another plotline: WHEN PETER'S AT HEADQUARTERS FOR A LEGITIMATE REASON

- that reason being training

- let me just say

- even though he only trained twice during ur visit

- you fucking CHERISHED those moments

- because when peter told you the night before his training session that he would be training in the morning you were like Hmm...... I Need To See This

- so you deadass "take a walk" (Very Peter Of You) by the training room

- and ur met with the sight of this:

i hate him so fucking much

who the FUCK ALLOWED THIS i can't breathe

- you definitely take out your phone to snap a few pics DON'T EVEN LIE TO ME YOU WOULD

- ur camera is on live mode too 😌

- then you run away before you get caught but DAMN

- when you go back to your room you just Inspect those pics like a crazy person and keep replaying the live

- then u look at the time

"friday, when does peter's training end?"

"peter parker's training is scheduled to finish in two minutes"

- TWO MINUTES?

- SAY LESS!

- you check yourself in the mirror before ZOOMING downstairs and distracting yourself in the kitchen

- silently thanking the gods (thor?) that no one was in the kitchen when you got there

- (hi i'm getting carried away with this mini plot so just like don't mind it)

- (carried away as in i really really did get carried away LOL)

- you're like what the fuck i can't just Stand Here in the Middle of the Kitchen so you grab some strawberries from the refrigerator and start cutting them up (they just Taste Better that way don't fight me) for a "snack"

THE SNACK IN QUESTION: peter

- yeah ❤

- just as you pop one into your mouth peter walks in to get a glass of water

- now let me just set the scene:

you: mouth in a weird 'o' shape as your mouth forgets how to chew because fucking peter just walked in peter: curly hair a sweaty mess, skin glistening with sweat, wearing black shorts and a gray tank top which Just Fucking Ends You, his usual adorable baby face, oh and he's also panting cause he's fucking exhausted and now you're also out of breath because damn that is Hot strawberries: chopped

"oh, hi y/n"

- the fucking PANTING

- why is breathing heavy so hot?

- i think we all know

"hey, peter"

- shoutout to your stark genes for giving you fake confidence whenever you need it

"want any strawberries?"

- he fucking chugs half of his water just Right In Front Of You

the jawline i hate him so much can he shut up right now like genuinely please shut the fuck up goodness fucking gracious tom

jk please step on me

- he swallows and has Finally Caught his Breath

"oh, yeah, thank you"

- he just walks over to you

- as if he doesn't look the way he does

- and just grabs a strawberry and pops it into his mouth

- nonchalantly or whatever

- you pray to THOR he can't hear your heart as it fucking SLAMS AGAINST YOUR STERNUM

- it's beating so fast it's like LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- he hums

"strawberries taste so much better after training"

- you know what would taste better after training?

- lol

"thank you for the snack, i'm gonna go shower now"

- he elbows you and smiles lightly

- you almost can't speak because it's all Far Too Much for you to handle rn

"no problem, peter"

- as if you weren't having a heart attack okay

- i really got caught up in that but WHATEVER

- ladies and gents we are running on over 5k words at this point holy shit

- SO I'M GONNA START WRAPPING THIS UP A LITTLE

- basically you and peter become good friends by the end of your trip

- and then

- the dreaded

😔

- time to leave, bros

- the night before is kinda weird cause you and peter are just hanging out on the roof of headquarters because why not

"leaving new york usually doesn't feel as weird as this"

- peter looks over at you

- btw at this point 🅱eter is Beyond Whipped so he's fucking SAD that you're going home

"what do you mean?"

- the two of you share a look and it's very sad because you both know that you've become really good friends and both want a bit more

- part of you considers being a baddie and just trying to like at LEAST kiss him tonight (maybe more wink wink) so you could at least have that before you go but you chicken out

- the two of you say goodbye that night because your flight is at the Crack of Dawn

- he awkwardly pulls you in for a hug and suddenly you deeply consider locking yourself in your room so nobody can make you leave

- and then you remember vision can fucking Hover through walls and you're like Well Damn!

- you hug him tightly (a bit too tight yeah maybe)

- when you pull apart this Bitch literally goes

"well it was nice meeting you"

- you CAN'T FUCKING HOLD IT IN AND JUST MAKE THE MOST OBSCENE LAUGHING NOISE

"peter we spent a week together and you're acting like we had a 5 minute encounter"

"i don't know how to act!"

- me neither, peter. me neither

- so you leave in the morning and you're fucking UPSET

- tony is in the car with you and happy and he WONT STOP TALKING ABOUT YOU AND PETER BECAUSE YOU SPENT AT LEAST HALF OF YOUR TIME WITH HIM

- YOU'RE LIKE SHUT UP I'M GOING THROUGH A HEARTBREAK OVER A BOY I'VE KNOWN FOR SEVEN DAYS

- aren't we all

- your goodbye to tony is sad but like Not Even As Sad as your goodbye with peter which is KINDA MESSED UP BUT

- the heart wants what it wants

- and just when you get on the plane

- is when you realize

- you and peter didn't get each other's numbers

...

- Wtf 💔

- so THE WHOLE PLANE RIDE IS SAD

- YOU LISTEN TO MUSIC AND DRAMATICALLY LOOK OUT THE WINDOW LIKE UR IN A SAD MUSIC VIDEO FOR HALF THE FLIGHT

- YOU ALSO REWATCH LADY BIRD :,(((((((((((((((((((((((( in remembrance of the good old times

- when you get home you're like kinda happy to be home but you miss new york and tony and peter and everyone So Much

- even ur mom notices she's like 🤨 Hmm... this Ain't The Usual!

- so this is where the request ended off but i'm adding to it because i do Not want to leave this on an angsty note

- I'M ABOUT TO HIT 6K WORDS BUT IT'S FINE

- LET'S CRANK THIS OUT WOOT WOOT

- so peter just so happens to wake up that morning and SIT UP VERY QUICKLY AS IT HITS HIM

- (ur like on ur flight probably zooming over the Goddamn Midwest)

- he has the same realization that you did

"may!"

- the woman RUNS in she's like WHATISEVERYTHINGOKAYAREYOUOKAY

"i just realized i didn't get y/n's number"

- woman melts she's like i thought you were fucking DYING goddamn spider bitch boy

- but then she melts even more because she didn't even need peter to tell her how Whipped he is

"awh, i'm sorry hon"

- next time peter goes to headquarters he talks to tony and the mans just like This Is Your Fault!

- but then nat pops in

"peter, you do realize you could probably find her on social media, right"

- moment of silence for you and peter's stupidity because somehow Neither Of You Thought Of That???????????

- rip

- as soon as he leaves from training (looking Sexy As Hell) he searches your name on instagram

- "y/n stark"

- and nothing shows up

- because you never told him your actual last name because IT NEVER CAME UP

- he just assumed it was stark cause why wouldn't he

- SO HE'S LIKE :,)

- until his next time at headquarters

"mr. stark i couldn't find her on instagram"

- tony's like i really got this kid hooked huh

"pretty sure she has one, pete"

"well i looked her up! y/n stark. nothing"

- then tony's like oHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"kid, her last name's l/n."

- peter just sits there like 0_0 for a second before it all ties together in his head and makes sense

"oh my god"

- SO HE GETS YOUR INSTAGRAM

- he definitely looks through all his posts and deletes a few embarrassing ones before requesting to follow you

INSTAGRAM peterbparker has requested to follow you.

- you SHOOT UP IN YOUR BED

- NOBODY MOVE

- you do the same thing peter did and look through all your posts and delete a few before accepting his request

- and then you request back and he immediately accepts it

- commence the hour of stalking!

- the two of you just fucking Investigate each others' accounts before peter's like O Shit! i should Probably message her!

peterbparker: Right after you left I realized I forgot to get your number

- kinda awkward but your heart is RACING you're like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- the two of you begin talking and get each other's numbers and snapchats and whatever

- over time the two of you get really close over the internet like

- you become the first ones you go to when you see a dog or get food at a cool place or see a funny meme/tiktok or just like have a problem in general or want to talk

- and ofc you gush about him to your friends and they're like

- Girl... u really fell for a New York Boy Huh

- after a few months you finally muster up the courage to facetime him

- you almost Collapse once his face shows up because guess the fuck what

- he just finished training

- mua ha haaaa

"hello!"

- he says it all goofy like hi hello we're facetiming now holy shit oh FUCK we're FACETIMING!!!!!!?????!?!?!?!?

- i luv him

- the two of you talk for a bit and you fan yourself off-screen because the sight of him Genuinely made you light on fire and plus you were just nervous in general

- he even runs around the entire fucking building to find everyone so you can say hi cause he's babey

- the team DEFINITELY yells stuff like "lovebirds!" and "date already!" in the background and peter's face just gets So Red

- he finds tony and deadass goes

"mr. stark! it's your niece!"

- tony's like No Shit!

- overall amazing 100/10 time facetiming

- so the two of you start facetiming practically every day even though it's not summer anymore and you're back in school and have hella busy lives (peter's literally a superhero?)

- you'll facetime while doing homework and he'll help you with physics (even though you don't really need the help you pretend you do anyways) and it's so cute when he does because he Loves physics so much so he gets really excited and into it

- sometimes you'll fall asleep while on ft and he'll take screenshots

- ngl he set his favorite one as his lockscreen because he loved it so much and ned and mj definitely saw it and were lowkey like 🥺🥺 cause they ship you two so hard

- and when he'd fall asleep on ft you'd take screenshots too and look at them every time you missed him

- NOW THE EXCITING PART

- so it's winter now

- the Horrible Disgusting period between thanksgiving and christmas break

- because of finals the two of you facetime a bit less so it's kinda sad

- BUT THEN

- right when you get out of school for christmas break you're about to call peter so the two of you can celebrate (not peter checking the time every few minutes after he got out of school because he's a couple hours ahead)

- somebody's got a surprise

- you get a call from peter right when you get into your car and you're like Perfect Timing Hell Yeah

- you answer it and are met with the sight of him and tony smiling at the camera

*immediately screenshots it*

"oh, hi tony!"

"we have a surprise"

- peter's like bouncing from excitement and tony gives him a look before starting to talk

"we're fl-"

"WE'RE FLYING YOU TO NEW YORK FOR CHRISTMAS!"

- peter interrupts and tony looks so defeated but YOU BARELY EVEN NOTICE BECAUSE YOU'RE SO EXCITED

- tony explains everything cause he worked it out with your parents (y'all are just gonna celebrate early)

- (tony doesn't say this but deadass the reason ur parents even let you is because they know how much you wanna go back mainly to see peter)

- eventually tony leaves the two of you alone to talk and you're just in your car in the school parking lot practically yelling at your phone as you and peter talk about how excited you are

"and you can finally meet may-"

"may!"

"yes, may! and we can go back to delmar's and see murph-"

"murph!"

- peter can't stop smiling cause you're so excited and you look so cute cause you're Trying Your Best to get out of the parking lot while maintaining excitement

"can we go see times sq- MOTHERFUCKER GET OUT OF THE WAY JESUS CHRI- sorry peter i didn't mean to explode"

- if anything that made you even cuter in his eyes

- you and peter facetime while you pack and neither of you can handle your excitement AT ALL

- the night before you leave you're both in your beds across the country just talking quietly to each other over the phone and it's like the quiet cute excitement because you're seeing each other in less than 24 hours and you're both so so whipped by each other and just Cannot Wait

- it's really late ESPECIALLY for peter since he's ahead of you but he doesn't care at ALL

- so y'all are just whispering to each other

"i'm so excited, pete"

"i know, me too"

"i'm not gonna know how to act"

"me neither. you're not allowed to make fun of how awkward i am, okay?"

"peter, you being awkward is cute"

- the two of you can barely sleep from excitement but you fall asleep (on ft ofc) with smiles on your faces

- as soon as you wake up you text peter and you're like GO GO GO (spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬)

- you call him one last time while you're waiting at the gate

"i think i'm gonna pee myself"

"well if you do at least clean yourself up before i get there"

- his LAUGH

- the boyish laugh that FUcking Ends Me

"i'm still so amazed at how i managed to convince mr. stark to let me pick you up"

- you can't stop smiling especially at the thought of peter DRIVING (hot as FUCK)

"you'd better be a good driver, peter"

"it's fine, the car has autopilot so we won't die"

"glad to hear it, pete- oh sHIT my plane's boarding"

- peter FREAKS OUT

"have a safe and amazing flight and text me when you land, okay?"

"i will peter, thank you. see you in new york"

"see you in new york"

- y'all say that in the most Giddy Way (literally how could you not)

- you're bouncing in your seat the whole flight and the dude next to you is like o_0

- the SECOND you land you text peter

y/n: IM HERE IM HERE WE JUST LANDED ILL BE OFF THE PLANE IN A FEW MINUTES

- peter's sitting in this Far Too Expensive Car and he's just bouncing in his seat cause he has so much pent up energy

- he gets the text and that's when it really settles in

- he starts freaking out a little and like constantly checks himself in the rearview mirror and starts playing the playlist the two of you made together (puppy eyes) and makes sure he smells good

- then he sees you walk out out of the airport looking really excited and tired and confused

- mans JUMPS OUT OF THE CAR

"y/n!"

- you see him and ur literally smiling SO HARD

- you run at him, suitcase flopping around and backpack nearly falling off of your shoulders

- but you look so cute and peter can't handle it especially when the two of you finally make contact and your arms wrap around him

- he squeezes you so tight and even lifts you off the ground cause he's Strong and Excited

- that sounded a bit sexual OOPS

- you can't even process the fact that you're finally back in peter's arms after half a year and now you're literally so much closer than you were when you left new york last summer

- when you pull apart you can't stop looking at each other and just smiling giddily

- your arms are still like holding onto each other

- what finally breaks you is a fucking Ungodly gust of wind and you're like

"holy shit winter here is a lot colder than cali"

"oH, right, uh we have blankets in the car"

- the two of you just take another few seconds to look at each other until it gets a bit awkward and you clear your throats

"i can take your bag?"

"yeah, thanks"

- you watch his muscles flex as he lifts your suitcase into the back and you're like i hate this man

- this GENTLEMAN even RUNS OVER TO YOUR SIDE AND OPENS YOUR DOOR FOR YOU BEFORE YOU GET THE CHANCE

- you MELT

- when you sit down he closes the door for you and you're hit with the sound of your shared playlist and the car smells like peter's scent and it's AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- when he gets into the driver seat (which was very attractive to watch) you're just staring at him excitedly

"you put on our playlist!"

"why wouldn't i?"

- he smiles at you before reaching back and getting the blankets for you, also turning on your seat heater to make sure you're comfy

- mans just watches you as you shift around, buckling in and getting your backpack situated at your feet

- by the time you're all ready and stuff you look over and he's just looking at you

"pete-"

"would it be too soon for me to kiss you?"

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- it takes you a second to process but you're like OH MY GODKFSDKNFSK

"yeah, peter, it would"

- your serious tone RUINS PETER

- HE'S LIKE OH MY GOD WHY DID I ASK THAT WHY DO I EXIST

- until you laugh and wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you and planting your lips on his

- (AAAAAAAAAAHDKSJDFHSKJDFBKSDJGNSDKJFNADSJKABBJFS)

- bonus: the two of you are just singing in the car and (peter looks so hot when he's driving anyways) peter suddenly goes silent and you're like "what" and he just glances at you before going "is it bad that i really want to pull over so i can kiss you again?"

- double bonus: he pulls over and y'all makeout LOL

+ + +

holy FUCK i got so so carried away but i really like this one soooooo

OKAY HERE'S MY LITTLE THANK YOU NOTE IN HONOR OF THE 50TH IMAGINE AAAAAAAAAA: you GUYS. when i started this book it was literally just me being like "i'm in love with this fictional boy and need an outlet and have FAR too many ideas," which is really how every fanfic writer starts tbh. but oh my god, i never expected to get so much love and support and just such an amazing experience from this. there are people all over the world that read my chaotic fluffy shit, that are actually touched by my work and it legitimately blows my mind. 180k reads in almost a year? like 250 followers? INSANE. i've made so many friends on here that i can come to when i have no one in my real life to talk to and every time i reach out, you guys are here for me and so incredibly supportive and helpful and amazing. i love each and every comment you guys post on my works. they make me laugh so hard and are so beyond sweet and make my heart melt. some of them blow my mind cause you guys will be like "omg hi you responded oh my god i love your work" and like hype me so much and i'm like BRUH!!!! i'm literally just a stressed out, anxiety ridden teenage girl in love with peter parker lol and the fact that you guys support me so much and love my work just truly makes me so happy. i love writing and i love that my writing has reached other people, even if it's literally just silly fanfiction. I APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU GUYS WITH EVERYTHING IN ME AND EVEN IF I DON'T REPLY TO YOUR COMMENT I SEE IT AND YOU GUYS MAKE ME SMILE AND AAAAAAAAAAAKJSDFNKJDF <33333333333333

okay now i have 5 more requests to write HAHA but i hope u guys are having an amazing day/night/whatever and that ur drinking enough water and eating enough and staying happy and healthy <3 MWAH!

[writingismyhappytime]

Marry Me (Part 5)

Ricky Horror x Reader

Warnings: Language

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you and (Y/N) doing?"

Ricky pauses slightly, glancing back in the rear view mirror at his daughter where she sits in the car seat, curious. She’s staring straight ahead, expecting an answer he’s not quite sure of. 

"What do you mean?" He's trying to get her to school on time, but the traffic has become a serious issue. He's eighty-five percent sure she's going to be late and a hundred percent that her mother is going to ream him a new asshole over it.

"Mommy says you're having a party and stuff, but Sam," Sam? Who the fuck is Sam? "--- says that you're getting married."

"Well, uh, we are."

"So does that mean you don't love Mommy anymore?"

Oh jeez.

Oh hell.

Ricky hasn't even had his coffee yet! His fingers tighten nervously around the steering wheel, and for a few panicked seconds, he doesn't know what to say; he honestly doesn't think he ever loved the mother of his child, but then there's moments when he just...

"I still care about her, Chloe, she's your mother. I'll always care, but now it's... different."

"How different?"

"Well, how I feel about (Y/N) isn't... the same as how I feel about your mother." Definitely a lot less contempt, that's for sure.

"Oh."

Oh?

"Oh?" Ricky echoes, thrumming his fingers, eyes periodically looking at her frowning reflection.

"So... what does getting married mean?"

"It means me and (Y/N) are going to live together, that when you get to stay with me, we'll be at her place and not me and Ryans."

"But I like Uncle Ryan!" She gasps, looking as if she'll never get to see the man again.

"I know, and you'll still get to see him. You'll just see (Y/N) a lot more, she'll be my wife."

"And what does that mean?"

Uh.

Why is she suddenly asking so many questions?

"It means we want to spend the rest of our lives together, that we love each other a lot." The words taste sour on his tongue because he knows they're a lie.

"But you don't love Mommy."

"Not anymore."

"So you... does that mean you'll stop loving me one day?"

Oh hell.

Ricky glances forward, seeing the traffic in front of him is going nowhere before he firmly twists, looking back at the little girl in the carseat. Her blue eyes are wide, and her lower lip is trembling like she's about to cry.

"I'll always love you more than anyone else in the world," Ricky says firmly, reaching back to squeeze her cold, sticky hand. "You're the most important person to me, and no one is ever going to change that. You understand? No one. I'd do anything for you, Chloe." He wants her to understand that, know how important she is to him. He doesn't want whatever her mother and this suspicious "Sam" character says to make her think that she's not his universe.

"But Mommy says when you're with (Y/N), you won't want me around anymore." Chloe sniffles, big crocodile tears forming on her dark lashes. "Th-that I'll b-be in the way."

"Oh no, baby, no." He squeezes her hand again, his chest pinching as it grows hot. "(Y/N) loves you too, we definitely want you with us. You can stay every single day if you want, we always want you there!"

It's all he can do not to grind his teeth, an angry, hot ball forming in the center of his chest at Chloe's words. She's genuinely upset, thinking her father won't want to see her after he marries his new wife, but that's not true at all. He's marrying you for her.

He wants to be a good father, he wants to do what's right and be able to see his little girl --- why does he feel like the universe is fighting so hard against that?

"No one is going to take you away from me," he says firmly after a moment, reluctantly letting go of her and turning around as the traffic around them starts to move. He shifts, his hands closing tightly around the steering wheel. "I promise, Chloe."

~~~~~~~~

Son of a dick.

You purse your lips.

Complicated, much?

How the hell do you even get in that dress by yourself? Sure, it's beautiful, and white, and has a pretty, sparkly train that will trail behind you. Sure, it's only two hundred bucks, you can just rent it for fifty, and it's in your size, and sure ---.

"Would you like to try it on?" the lady holding the dress asks after a moment, seeing your longing look.

It's a little out of your price range, you'd been hoping to find something around a hundred, but...

"Yes," you say resolutely, straightening. "Yes I do."

~~~~~~~

"Ricky."

"I don't want to talk about it, Ryan." Ricky turns nervously in the mirror, smoothing out some wrinkles on the suit he's renting for the wedding. Ryan had agreed to go with him, and get one since he has the honor of being the best man, needs one as well. "Were getting married."

"I know, I get it, I just --- it's so fucking sudden, man. You two weren't even interested in each other until last month."

"We were always interested, we just didn't let anyone know about it." Ricky hastily defends, shirking out of the tux jacket he decides he doesn't like; you already told him you're wearing white, and had pinched him when he'd mentioned he thought only virgins wore white on their wedding day. Anyhow, the colors were fairly simple and tame from what he thought; lots of white, some shade of red you're calling burgundy, and ---.

"Why not? You keep saying it's because you didn't want Claire to know, but you couldn't even tell me? We live together, dude, I got your back." Ryan says, and admittedly, he's hurt. Why couldn't Ricky tell him what was going on? Why all the sudden whispers and secrets with you? What the hell is going on?

Ricky hesitates, staring at his best friends reflection in the floor length mirror as he picks up a black vest with silver embroidery, slipping it on over his white dress shirt. He can trust Ryan with the truth, can't he? They've been best friends for so long and ----.

Fuck, Ricky has to tell somebody!

He takes a deep breath, mulling over his next words carefully.

"Ryan, I... I gotta tell you something."

~~~~~~

You bite your lower lip as you close your closet door, successfully hiding the long white gown inside. It's so pretty, and you're sort of excited to wear it; not sure how you're getting in and out just yet, but you'll figure it out.

Maybe your aunt will help? If you ever tell her, that is.

Yeah, you better get on that.

Hmm.

Cake is done, wedding venue chosen as the pastor had been ever so happy to do it for you and let you use the church when he realized you'd take nearly a grand off his repair, and looks like you found your dress!

So far so good.

Now did your future husband get his tux?

You: hey hubby darling, get your suit?

Ricky: yup. Found one. Even Ryan.

You: good. Found a dress! Also church is a go. And cake. Just gotta buy decorations and get catering taken care of.

You're not shocked he doesn't answer right away. All he sees is dollar signs, which you can understand, but you're not even going to tell him how much everything is going to cost, you'll take care of most of it. Really, the only reason it's even going to be a thing is because that's what you want and not him.

You just... well, who else will ever want to marry you?

You were always teased for being a Tom boy, and being raised by a single dad and in a car shop didn't help. You're not super girly, although you have your moments, and you're more then ready to get into a fight if it's something you believe in defending.

Some people tend to find that intimidating.

So really, other then your mechanics and your small remaining family, you won't have very many people there. Ricky will have his sister and parents, possibly Chloe and Claire, all of the guys hopefully, and whoever else he deems worthy of the invitation. It shouldn't be too big of a thing, right?

right.

Ricky: so I told Ryan.

Huh?

You sit down on the edge of your bed, kicking off your shoes and frowning at the message on your phone.

You: told him what?

Ricky: about the situation

You: THE situation? OUR situation! ?!?

Ricky: yeah, he deserved to know

You: I thought you wanted to keep it quiet...?

What the hell! He rants about wanting to keep Chloe and keep the reason you're getting married low key, and yet here he goes talking about it! Really, you like Ryan and figure he won't say anything, but still!

Ricky: I do but it's Ryan. It'll be fine he gets it

You: you better hope he does

~~~~~~~

"Chloe asked me if I wouldn't want her around when we get married," Ricky mumbles where he lays face down on your couch.

You glance up at him from where you sit in the floor, creating small bouquets of white and red flowers; you'd told your aunt you were getting married, she'd of course happily congratulated you, and she'd even offered to help with the planning! So at least now that's not completely on your shoulders, because obviously Ricky isn't any help.

"Why would she ask that?" You curl the black string around the stems of the fake flowers, tying them all together.

"I think Claire said something. And someone named Sam." His muffled voice is barely audible from how far he's buried his head against the couch pillows.

"Who's Sam?"

"I don't know!"

So frustrated.

"Ricky, she's a kid. She just doesn't understand."

"Yeah, but I don't want someone telling her I don't want her," he grumbles as he raises his head, eyes bleary. "Like, this entire thing is for her."

"Darn, and here I thought you were marrying me because of our undying love for each other."

"(Y/N)."

You chuckle, tossing him a bouquet of flowers and narrowly avoiding his head. "Help me work on these. I need twenty of them. And stop worrying so much, Chloe knows how much you love her, that'll never change. When she's older and understands a little more it won't be so bad."

"But ---."

"No buts. I need these as bouquets!"

He huffs, rolling himself up into a sitting position as he lifts a few flowers up. He watches as you wind the black material around them, arranging the flowers so that it actually looks nice. He frowns down at the bunch he holds, trying to copy your design.

"I'm just worried, I guess. That Claire will turn her against me, make her not want to be around me." he admits, his black tattoos catching his attention. "I mean, look at me. I don't exactly look like dad material, do I?"

You hesitate, turning to look at him over your shoulder. Does he really feel that way about himself?

"Ricky, you're a wonderful father. Chloe loves you to death, you spoil her." You say, immediately coming to his defense. "If you weren't good at it, I wouldn't do this for you, I wouldn't help you get custody of her."

"I just feel like I'm shit at it sometimes," he looks at you, unsure of why he's confessing it suddenly, but it gnaws at him. What if he could do better? Do musicians typically tend to have good relationships with their kids? When he tries to think of any, or even Google it, all he finds is divorce, the oddly named children split between bickering parents, and he doesn't want that.

He loves his daughter, he wants the best for her, and he'll be damned if he lets Claire fuck that up. He's just worried when he gets to court, the judge will take one look at him and give his ex full custody where he can barely see her. He knows when he's on tour, he can't care for her, but if he's married to you --- maybe the judge will give him a break.

"We shouldn't even have to go to court, everything has been fine." He mutters, scowling at his ugly bouquet. "She's just wanting more money off me and I don't have it. Sure the band is successful but I'm not going to let her bleed me dry, either. I want to see my kid like we agreed on when we broke up."

"Everything is going to be just fine, I'm sure of it," you say, your hand closing around his and squeezing. "It has to be. Have you tried talking to Claire about any of this?"

"I can't be within five feet of the woman without us getting into an argument about something," he shakes his head. "She drives me fucking nuts."

Well.

You frown, chewing your lower lip. "Don't stress yourself over that right now, we'll deal with that bridge when we come to it. Right now, just... well, just be excited that you're getting married to someone who is awesome, and fantastic, and will cook you spaghetti out of a box like a pro."

Ricky reluctantly chuckles, looking down at you. "Thank you, (Y/N), for doing all this for me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smile brightly at him, squeezing his hand again. You get what he's saying, you understand his worry, but there's nothing else the two of you can do about it. All you can do is wait it out and see what happens. You figure if Ricky is going for a stable home environment, being married to you and you owning your own home and business is a good start. Plus, Chloe adores you, so that has to say something, right?

You'll worry about the rest of that later.

"I'm shit at making this flower things," Ricky grumbles, and you glance down at his hands. "How the fuck do you get them to stay like that?"

"Skill." You take the bunch away from him. "I'll fix them up, don't worry. So how did Ryan take the news, anyhow? You never did elaborate."

"Oh, well, I think it explained a lot to him, actually. He just didn't get why we were getting married so out of the blue unless I'd knocked you up."

"Did he think it was a good plan?"

"He called me stupid, actually." Ricky rubs the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. "And a few other things because I didn't tell him what was going on, but he's with us. I'm sorry about telling him, I just --- he's my best friend."

"I know, it's alright. You just... well, I was surprised. You were so adamant about keeping this between us." You shrug your shoulders, fixing the flowers and tossing them with the rest of your growing pile.  "Just don't tell everyone or it'll be pointless."

He sighs. He doesn't need to be berated, but he understands what you're saying. He shouldn't have said anything, but... he said to tell someone.

"I'll start bringing some of my stuff up tomorrow, for your spare room." He says after a moment. "I was thinking since Ryan knows now, I don't technically have to move out."

Your hands pause.

"How are we supposed to keep up the guise of marriage if you're not even living with me?" You ask, getting annoyed. You're still sitting in the floor beside your coffee table, his legs beside you where he sits on the sofa.  His hands are clasped, black ink stark against his pale skin.

"Just, well, I'll be over here a lot, but Ryan can't take the rent on fully just immediately."

"So I'm basically a halfway house then? When you have Chloe you're over here?"

"Sort of."

"You realize when you come over, you can't just sleep on the couch. Chloe will ask questions." Alright, you're really irritated. It's like he's taking a giant step back here, he's not committing at all! He can't live with Ryan if he's married to you, even fake! People will seriously notice that shit!

Ricky flushes. "I know. We can sleep in the same bed, I won't touch you."

You roll your eyes. "Do you really think I'm worried about some bullshit like that?"

You know Ricky wouldn't make a move, he doesn't like you like that. You can tell when you kiss him, well those few times you have, there's just no... passion there. He has absolutely no interest in you whatsoever, and though you find it sort of irksome, it's probably for the best. You already know there's something wrong with you, emotionally it seems like it's impossible to connect, but you suppose you shouldn't bitch too much.

Ricky is at least going to give you a beautiful wedding you can remember forever. You'll just have a ton of photos, and maybe one day you'll meet someone who loves you so much they can't breathe without you. You wish you could find something like that, to be just wildly and whole heartedly in love in a relationship. You want to love someone so much that it kills you not to see them, that you smile when you come home and find them waiting on you.

Why is that so hard to find?

Why can't you have that?

"My aunt wants to meet you, by the way." You decide it's best to change the subject. "Before the wedding."

"Oh, okay. I have Chloe this weekend."

"That's fine, you can bring her. I have little cousins she can play with, while us adults talk." Your aunt had been so over the moon when you told her you were getting married, she's about the only family that you have left. She's never heard of Ricky, has no idea what he looks like, so the shock of his appearance is going to be interesting.

You just hope this goes smoothly.

"Us adults talk?" Ricky echoes, and you nod as you get to your feet, your hair bundled in a bun on the back of your head.

"My aunt is going to literally slam you with questions about our relationship."

"What am I supposed to say?"

"The truth, for the most part." You gather up your wedding supplies, getting the bouquets all in a box with some other decorations. "Just not all of it. She's a big romantic, so she'll believe it all."

"Oh." Ricky rubs his hands nervously against his jeans. "What if she doesn't like me?"

"Ricky." You give him an exasperated look where you kneel by the TV, raffling through your boxes. "Don't be silly."

"Well, she's your family." Ricky has never met any of your family before. It makes him nervous. "If she doesn't like me ---."

"It's not a real marriage." You remind him, glancing up at your wallpaper, noticing it's starting to peel in one corner. You really need to get that fixed.

"I know. But it doesn't need to be hard on you if your aunt thinks I'm a dumbass."

"You're going to be fine, don't be dramatic. We can go over to her house for dinner on Sunday, how does that sound? Then we were going to head to the church and look at maybe decorating."

"Decorating?" Ricky blinks. "But it's not for a few weeks yet."

God, only a few weeks? He can't believe the day is coming at him so fast. Have you already sent the invitations? All of his guys are going to be there, and his family, but what about yours? Is there going to be special seating in the pews?

Ryan had laughed when he realized it was in a church.

"I want to get a headstart on things and the pastor said it was cool. My aunt is super excited about it, she's basically taken a lot of the planning over." You shrug your shoulders, your mind flicking to your dress. You really hope it looks as good on you on your wedding day as it did when you tried it on. Your aunt is a hairdresser, so she's going to help you get fixed up.

You want to look pretty, not like a grease rag as usual.

"Alright." Ricky glances at his phone. "I gotta get going, it's getting late."

"Okay." You straighten, and walk him to your front door, reminding him how to lock the door downstairs when he leaves.

"Yeah, I got it,"he waves you away. "Don't worry. I'll see you Sunday."

"Just let me know when you get home, be careful." You hug him, giving him a warm squeeze. You let your face rest against his shoulder for a moment, then, "And I don't want you worrying about you being a bad dad, okay? You're one of the best people I know, and that little girl adores you so much. You're doing it right."

"I hope so," he sighs, his breath tickling your neck as he tightens his arms around you, thinking about the situation. You hesitate, standing wrapped in his arms, growing warm. You can feel his heartbeat against yours, the stubble of his jaw as it brushes your skin, the rough material of his shirt. You honestly don't want to let him go, it's kind of nice to be held like this, even if it's just for a few moments. You take the opportunity to bury your face against his neck, letting his cologne wash your senses.

"Please don't flake out on me, okay?" You say after a moment, feeling him shift. "Like, don't leave me at the altar looking like an idiot waiting for you."

"I would never do that," he says in surprise, and he takes a step back so he can look down at you, blue eyes serious. "(Y/N) ---."

"It's just... you're so reluctant about all of this, and I don't want the big day to get here, and then you say no." You're embarrassed to bring it up, your cheeks are growing hot, but you want to get it out there. "Just please don't do that, okay? If you change your mind, do it beforehand."

"I would never do that to you," he says firmly, his hands cupping your shoulders, much like he does his daughter when he really wants her to look at him. "That's a shitty thing to do. I'll be there, waiting at that altar for those pigeons to fly over my head."

Your lips curve just the slightest. "Doves."

"Whatever, those birds. I promise I'll be there, and that we'll get married."

"And live happily ever after?"

"Something like that." He shrugs, squeezing your shoulders before letting go. "I'm not much of a prince."

"A knight in shining armor is sufficient." You smile at him, and he relaxes; you worried him getting all mushy suddenly, that's not like you. You're always the one telling him to man up, to stop worrying himself before he gets wrinkles.

He doesn't want this marriage to go wrong, it's strictly a business deal, his relationship with you is completely platonic. Sure, you're a very attractive woman, there's no doubting that, but you can be so... intimidating, sometimes.

"I'll see you Sunday," he says, and you watch him go with a frown.

You hope this isn't going to be a disaster.

~~~~~~~~~

"Don't be nervous," you grunt as you and Ricky walk up the concrete sidewalk to the modest yellow home, flowers growing up the sides, a white picket fence lining up the front yard. It looks like something out a movie, perfectly groomed, very... fifties.

He feels extremely out of place and incredibly anxious now.

Chloe holds his hand, admiring the pretty flowers. She thinks her daddy looks nice in his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and she likes the place they're walking towards. You look nice too, especially with your hair down and the pretty color on your lips. She's not sure why everyone is so fancy, is this important?

"I'm not nervous," he huffs, letting you take the lead as you step onto the white porch with the swing, knocking on the door. Chloe stands right beside him, a red bow in her black hair to hold it out of her curious eyes. She's in a little red and black dress you picked out for her, and you even let her use your polish to paint her nails, which her mother never lets her do.

You take a step back as the door comes open, and your aunt welcomes you with open arms. She's a larger lady, wearing a white apron with curled hair that reeks of hairspray.

"(Y/N)! I'm so happy you made it!" Your aunt says in excitement, a necklace of pearls around her neck. She's beaming as her eyes sweep to the dark haired man standing behind you, and the little girl holding his hand. She notices the plentiful tattoos instantly, the black hair and the piercings, but she doesn't comment. Instead, she smiles, her arms widening before she wraps him in a hug that rivaled the one she gave you. "You must be Ricky!"

Ricky tenses. "Uh, yes. Nice to meet you."

"Auntie, this is Chloe," you introduce her to the little girl, who your aunt instantly is in love with.

She leans down to shake Chloe's hand, smiling at her.  "Well, welcome, Chloe! It's nice to meet you!"

"You too." Chloe says, releasing her daddy's hand and holding onto your aunt's. Ricky looks panicked instantly, looking down.

"Well, come inside, all of you! Chloe, my grandson is in the living room watching TV, do you want to meet him?" Your aunt asks as you walk into the house. "He's watching some boy show, so we can change it if you like."

Chloe hesitates, her pale fingers suddenly curling into his fathers pants leg. "No, that's okay." She doesn't want to get too far away from Ricky, especially if there's a lot of new people.

"Well then, how about a snack? Dinner is just about done but it's still going to be a few minutes."

"Okay." Chloe could totally go for a snack. She likes snacks.

Your aunt leads her off to the kitchen, which Ricky is assuming is where that amazing smell is coming from. He stays glued to your side as you follow her, shirking out of your coat and laying it on the back of a chair that apparently is serving as the coat rack as well. You're completely relaxed whereas he feels like a tightly strung rubberband, ready to snap at any moment.

Chloe is already sitting at the table when you enter the room, munching on a chocolate chip cookie from the looks of it; you made it explicitly clear she was allergic to peanuts, so you don't have any worries your aunt will give her anything.

"Kaleb is playing video games in the living room," your aunt says of your cousin, checking the contents of her oven, which is green and probably from the seventies. "And Leo is still out in the garage fiddling with that old truck of your dads."

Leo is her husband, your uncle by marriage, although he's never treated you like you weren't blood. He's one of your favorite people and really helped you out around the shop when your dad died.

"Cool." You gesture for Ricky to sit at the table, which is already set for dinner with flowery plates and empty glasses. The kitchen smells heavenly and Ricky finds he's suddenly famished.

Chloe offers him a bite of her cookie, but he shakes his head; Ryan always feeds her junk at the house, and Ricky never really believed in the whole no sweets before dinner thing. So long as she doesn't eat her weight in cookies she'll still eat her food.

"I'm so glad you three could make it," your aunt says, still smiling; honestly she's just glad to see you involved with someone again, that you're not going to end up a spinster! She's a little concerned that you might be pregnant with how hasty the wedding is, but at least the boy is making it right by marrying you!  "We haven't had a family dinner in ages!"

"I know, I'm sorry." You say hastily, crossing your legs beneath the table. "I just stay busy at work."

"Well apparently not busy enough to not have a boyfriend," your aunt chuckles, giving Chloe another cookie she happily accepts. "How long have you two been an item, anyway?"

You and Ricky look at each other. You told him there would be relationship questions that he better be able to answer, so the two of you concocted a plan earlier.

"Uh, we've known each other for years." Ricky hedges when you don't say anything, nervously rubbing his palms against his thighs beneath the tablecloth. "Seems like forever now."

"Yes but when did you decide you were in love? Was it spontaneous?" Your aunt loves romance, she wants all the details; did he sweep you off your feet? Plan a romantic getaway? How did everything transition from friendship to more?

"You could say that," you chuckle, reaching under the table to squeeze his hand, he doesn't have to squirm.  Your aunt will sense his fear. "It just sort of happened."

"Well, that's always the best way." Your aunt nods her head. "Just sort of happened," means you're pregnant after a possible one night stand with each other. "Why, I dated Leo for three years before I ever agreed to marry him, but we were sweethearts through high school as well. Oh but times were so different then," she sighs at the memories. "He would bring me flowers, sometimes cook dinner when I was pregnant with Tony," her first son, "and you know how much I enjoy the mushy things in life."

Oh.

You do.

Ricky is glad he doesn't have to say anything else, your aunt keeps a rather constant chatter once she gets started. Chloe seems quite content to just eat cookies and look around the room, thinking it looks a lot like her grandmas. She eventually wanders off into the livingroom where your cousin is playing video games, although Ricky keeps a focused eye on her through the open doorway.

"So, do you two have much planning left for the wedding?" You aunt asks, and you shake your head, propping your chin on your hand.

"Not really. I have the cake and catering done, thanks for suggesting that restaurant down town, they were super reasonable."

"Of course, I'm friends with Becky, I figured she'd give you a good deal."

"I have my dress, the tux, Chloe is going to be the flower girl and I've already picked her out the cutest little dress," you add, it's currently hanging in your closet. "It's white like mine, but there's flowers all around the hem that'll match my theme."

"Oh, that's wonderful! Lennie said she could be your maid of honor, I know you said you didn't want a lot of bridesmaids."

"Yeah, we're trying to keep it fairly small," you agree, watching your aunt move around the kitchen. Lennie is her daughter, your cousin, and Ryan would be walking her down the aisle to your altar; you're nervous and excited at the same time, but you're ready to get the decorating done and get this over with! You feel like Ricky is making it a huge event in his mind, when in reality it's not going to be that big of a deal.

It'll go smoothly.

You hope.

"Now, the wedding is around two, so you'll want to be at the church around seven so we can get your dressed and ready." Your aunt reminds, checking the oven again. "I'll make sure the catering and everything is ready. Ricky, honey, do you and your best man have everything together? I can make sure you get to the church, you can ride with Leo."

"Uh, that's okay. We have everything together." Is she trying to make sure he makes it to the wedding, or doesn't? He sends you a nervous look, but you just smile at him, reaching over to squeeze his hand where it clenches in his lap. You're so relaxed, and after a moment he forces himself to mirror your image. This dinner is nothing to worry about, it's just for looks anyhow, meeting the family. "The invitations and everything are already sent out."

"So everyone has RSVP'd?"

"Yes." You say when Ricky just hesitates. "We pretty much know the headcount for the wedding. Not too big, just around twenty or so people."

His band of course, their plus ones, some of your family, the guys from your shop, any other friends Ricky wants to be invited--- a pretty intimate event.

"Well that's good." Your aunt takes a big pan of food out of the oven, pleased at the golden hue of her turkey; she really wanted to go all out cooking for dinner, so she's made a large meal. "(Y/N), will you go grab Leo from the barn? Dinner's ready."

"Sure," you slowly push to your feet, seeing Ricky's panicked face immediately. You pat his shoulder absently as you pass by, heading out to where your uncle is.  Your aunt turns on your future husband immediately, and he sort of shrinks back in his seat at her serious look.

oh god.

"Well, she seems very content with you," your aunt comments as she sits the turkey on the range cooktop, the heat prickling her skin. "You must be treating her well, I never thought she would get married."

"She changed her mind, I guess." Ricky manages after a moment, hoping you hurry back. "She said yes to me when I proposed."

"Yes, and quite a quick proposal. We never knew she was interested in anyone."

"Yeah, I know it seems like it's moving pretty fast, but we're serious about it." He almost feels bad for outright lying, and he squirms in his chair. "She wanted to get it over with. The wedding, that is."

"You're letting her have her way with it, it seems."

"Well, it's whatever she wants. Pigeons and all," he waves his hand dismissively.

Your aunt blinks. "Do you mean doves?"

"Uh, yes. Doves." He can never remember. "I know she wants a really nice wedding, and I want to make sure that's what she gets. So doves, flowers, fifty bridesmaids --- whatever makes her happy."

"I never pegged her as a romantic." Your aunt looks out the window where she knows you'll be coming from with her husbamd, almost smiling. "Being raised by her father and all. It's nice to know she didn't let that go. You know he raised her by himself? He did his best by her, but a girl needs her mother too."

"She seems just fine." Ricky hesitates, wishing it wouldn't be weird if he stood; he doesn't like sitting down, he feels vulnerable. Your aunt seems nice, and she keeps a tidy kitchen, yellow wallpaper and all --- he feels like he's in a TV show meeting the parents for the first time, but at least the room is homey, and no one is sitting cleaning their shotgun somewhere. "She's tough as nails."

"Oh, I know she is." Your aunt turns to look at him, and he notices you almost have the same eye color. "But I've always worried. It's not right for a little girl to always be on her own, and before you, she's never had much luck with finding the right gentleman. I just hope that you treat her right, and you make her happy, because she deserves that after all she's been through."

Yep, Ricky feels incredibly guilty now. "I promise I'll treat her the best I can," he says sincerely, a serious look on his face. "I can't guarantee she'll always be happy, but I'll take care of her. She's done more for me than anyone else in my life, she's always been here when I needed her. I'm not going to let her down now."

Well, strange way of putting it, but your aunt seems content with his words. "I hope so." is all she says, turning away. "Does your daughter like cherries?"

~~~~~~~

"Hey, Leo. Dinner's ready," you say as you step into the barn, glancing around the junk-strewn area. Your uncle converted it into a garage, so all his tools are everywhere, the ancient truck in the very middle on stilts. You look down expectantly as your uncle rolls out from under it, a wrench held in hand, oil staining his coveralls.

"You look nice, sweetpea." He comments, giving you a smile as he pushes himself up. "I'm glad you came over for dinner."

"Thanks," you hug him quickly, finding a little comfort in the smell of engine oil and whatever laundry detergent your aunt uses. It's how your dad used to smell too after working on cars all day. You hold him a little tighter before you let go, forcing a bright smile up at him, noticing the gray eating at his hair. "Auntie fixed up a big meal, didn't she?"

"Been cooking all day to get things ready," your uncle nods his head, tossing his tool into the red toolbox sitting on the wooden workbench, grabbing a rag to rub the oil off his hands. "Been talking nonstop about you and your man."

Right, your man.

"Yeah, I left Ricky with her. Not sure how good an idea that was."

"She's giving him the third degree, no doubt." Your uncle chuckles, glancing towards the house. "Is he a good man?"

"Yeah, he's good. You'll like him."

"Know anything about cars?"

Pffft.

"No, but I think I have that taken care of," you chuckle, slipping your arm through his and lightly urging him towards the house,  a little worried Ricky might slip up and spill your big secret --- he's already told one person! Your aunt can be very... intimidating sometimes, and Ricky is the weak link. "He's a musician."

"Is he good?"

"His band is successful."

"Hmph." Your uncle wants to make sure you're taken care of; sure, you own a shop, so financially you'll be alright, but he doesn't want you having to support someone who can't hold a job and keeps trying for their dreams. You're too smart to have to take care of a bum, especially with a kid from another relationship. He's honestly surprised you're getting married, he never figured you would.

"So, um, you're going to walk me down the aisle right?" You ask after a moment as the two of you start forward, flicking your eyes up at him. "I don't have to walk myself?"

"Course I'll be walking you," your uncle wouldn't have it any other way. "Promised your dad I'd take over for him, and I meant it. Your kids can even call me grandpa if you like."

You chuckle, shaking your head; you and Ricky aren't going to be having children, you're not sure if you ever will. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Now this boy, he treats you well? You're not making any rash decision are you?" he then asks, just to be clear. He won't let you be bullied or rushed into a marriage, not even if you are pregnant, which is what your aunt is worried about. Why else would you want to get married so quickly if not for a child?

"No, no, this is something I want. I've always wanted a pretty wedding, and Ricky is pretty much letting me have full reign," you say, which is true; he's barely helped any, if you're being honest, but you're going to let it slide. "We want to get married."

"Hmph." Your uncle steps up on the front porch, not quite satisfied with your answer but dropping it for the time being. he opens the front door, letting you step inside, his eyes flicking towards the living room where he can see the kids, noticing the pretty little girl with her dress and bow in her hair giggling.

You used to be so little like that too, but you were such a tomboy. You wouldn't wear ribbons or bows, and you hated your Sunday dresses. Your father never really enforced it, but you had to wear them for your aunt, she wanted you to be girly sometimes.

Didn't really seem to rub off on you, though.

"Wash up and we can eat," your aunt says with a welcoming smile to her husband, gesturing him towards the sink. You take your seat by Ricky, glancing between him and your aunt as you settle; did he spill the beans, or maintain the ruse? He gives you a slight smile, which sort of looks more like a grimace, so you figure your lie must still be good, otherwise, he'd look totally panicked.

"Just think, this time next year, you'll be married." Your aunt gushes, beaming just thinking about it. "In a few more weeks, you'll have your own little family!"

Ricky and Chloe, right.

"Have you two thought about getting a house together?" Your aunt asks, handing your uncle a towel without even looking at him. He'd been looking around trying to find the hand towel, it's like she has eyes in the back of her head. "Maybe one with a little fence, plenty of room for the babies to play outside."

Babies?

No more babies, Ricky feels sick just at the thought of more than one kid!

"Well, to begin with, we're just going to stick with the apartment," you say hastily. "Maybe eventually we'll find a place we like, but we're not rushing it."

"Well, you're young, no need in rushing," your uncle grunts, turning around to eyeball Ricky thoroughly as he dries his hands; this is his first good look at the boy. He's not too muscular, a little pale with long hair, lots of tattoos. He doesn't really seem your type, but opposites attract he supposes. "Take a long time, enjoy what you have together. You don't have to bring kids into it immediately."

"Well, a baby is always a good addition though," your aunt adds hastily, sending her husband a look. "I love little babies! Their little toes, and their laughs! No one has any grandbabies for us yet."

Well, it's not going to start with you, that's for sure.

You start to answer, but you don't really know what to say, you hadn't prepped completely for this question. Luckily, Chloe comes into the room, asking if the food is ready because she's starving! Ricky even looks relieved, and your aunt is quickly distracted.

Thank goodness.

Chloe takes her seat beside Ricky, completely comfortable with your family. She's all yes please and thank you's, so polite you're actually quite impressed. Ricky might grouch about her mother, but she's done a good job teaching her child manners.

Your eyes flick to your future husband. Next week, actually, and the two of you will be married. Is he ready? Are you ready?

You really hope it isn't a disaster.

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