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thyme-in-a-bubble · 8 months ago

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blushing birthday

a/n: iihhh! first story in this slutty au! felt like this was a good place to jump off from. and also, i just wanna point this out because i nearly never do and perhaps some people don’t realise it, but if you have a thought, an idea, a wish or request in this au (or any other, my inbox is always open for requests) then feel free to click on my ask button and send it my way ♡

summary: “so, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”

warnings: various x camgirl!reader, smut, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, dilf neighbour!andy barber, reader's porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes, curtis’ birthday, partying, alcohol consumption, kissing, masturbation, impact play, fingering, toys, edging, clothed sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

word count: 3953

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The last rays of sunshine for the day streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and cast soft shadows across your form as you sat cross-legged on your mattress.

With your reach outstretched towards your laptop propped up on the chair situated at the foot of your bed, you clicked on the go live button and watched as a countdown appeared on the screen, overlaying your visage staring back at you as your gaze briefly flickered around to check your gear one last time.

Thanks to your three roommates who’d insisted on helping you upgrade your setup, there wasn’t just one, but two cameras pointing directly at you. One angle to catch all of your frame and one zoomed-in to capture a perfect close-up between your legs.

“Hey guys!” a warm smile swiftly dazzled your features as you watched the first few people jump at your notification, “good evening or good–, whatever time of day it is for you.”

The messages in the chat started rolling in, some with usernames you recognised and some you didn’t.

TheFrogo: Hi Cherry! How are you? Have you had a good day so far?

DrownByPussy: Omg you’re finally live! I’ve been hard all day knowing I’d get to see you today.

“Hi Frogo, yeah, I’ve had a pretty good day, but I’m hoping that it might get even better, because I’ve got something pretty fun planned for tonight,” your hands absentmindedly fidgeted along the length of your legs as you spoke, “so, today is a friend of mine’s birthday and–, wait,” you paused and leaned in closer to catch a better look of the scrolling messages, “I haven’t seen you write in the chat yet, but birthday boy, if you’re here, you better log off right now or you’ll ruin your surprise,” you warned, glancing straight into the camera, “I’ll give you five seconds get off,” a pointer finger then kissed each of your digits as you counted down, “five… four… three… two… one,” you squinted a moment longer before a giggle bubbled out, “okay, so now that it’s just us, I can tell you what I’ve got planned,” you switched up your seat, moving your legs to comfortably kneel on the mattress with your frame slightly turned at an angle for you to better see the screen, but retroactively grant everyone a view of the curve of your spine as the line swooped down over your waist and blossomed into the plush of your ass, sinfully on display in the pastel blue, mesh lingerie you wore, “there is one thing in particular that he has just been begging for… any guesses?”

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Hmm… is it a particular fantasy? A little bit of roleplay action?

8inchStallion: Threesome?

“Nope. All fun suggestions, but no.”

TittyCokeKingXXX: Is it to bang in public?

Cream314159: How about anal?

“Cream! Yes! You guessed it!” you excitedly threw your hands up in the air, “it is anal that he’s been dreaming about.”

Ddadddy6969: I mean, who can blame him.

ItsBradBtch: Fucking same.

TearinYoBootyUp: Wish it was my birthday today so you’d let me fuck your tight little ass.

“So, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”

KyleKyleson: Yes!

UrPervyDaddy398: Hell yeah, let’s get you ready to take that monster cock.

Casting a glance out of the nearby window, your eye couldn’t help but catch sight of the neighbouring house. It didn’t look like the divorced dad who resided there was home, though you still nevertheless searched for him. You weren’t completely clueless to his infatuation with you, though it had almost turned into a game, always trying to catch him peeping at you through the windows, or even taking it further by purposely wearing something skimpy when you’d go get the mail or other activities where you would know you’d bump into him. You didn’t judge him to be the type of man to ever really do anything about it, to actually reach out and grasp a wet dream of a girl so much his junior, but the teasing had become too much fun for you to stop, you were too far gone to draw the curtains closed now.

As a quiet jingle sounded from your speakers, indicating that someone had tipped you, your gaze flickered back towards the computer screen.

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Is that the underwear set I bought you off your wishlist? You look even more gorgeous in it than I imagined.

“Oh, thanks A,” you let your palms graze down over the thin mesh, feeling your pussy clench as your touch brushed over your nipples poking through the baby blue material, “yeah, it is. It matches the dress I’m planning on wearing tonight, so I thought I’d be cute.”

Call_Me_Sir_844: Turn around, Cherry. Let us see it from the back.

“Yes, sir, of course,” you chuckled lightly before shifting around, purposely arching your back as you glanced over your shoulder.

729AlwaysHard: How is your ass even real?

Like1OfUrFrenchGrls: Damn, that butt is just begging for a spanking.

Raking your touch down your sides, you smirked, “oh, you want me to spank my ass?” before the jingle of a tip echoed from the computer, “alright, baby,” and like a cat, your frame scooped down, gliding on to all fours and sticking your bottom high up in the air, “how many do you think? Let’s say, highest tipper gets to decide, but please, be kind, I still have to be able to dance the night away tonight.”

TittyCokeKingXXX tipped $50 – 10 spanks, with a paddle

BootyLover47 tipped $35 – 4 spanks

MrHansen tipped $100 – 6 spanks

“Thank you guys,” you wiggled playfully for them, “and Mr. Hansen, wow, thank you so much!” you squeaked ecstatically, “well, I guess I better start counting then.”

After each smack your palm landed on your propped-up bottom, the coinciding number rolled off your lips till your ass was tingling and sore for all your viewers to see.

WinterIsCumming: Fuck, just seeing your little pussy through those panties… they’re soaked, aren’t they?

Gliding a hand down between your legs, your fingertips ghosted over the sheer fabric that clung to your core.

“They are, Winter,” you blinked up at the camera, “man, I wish you were here to give me a hand.”

NastyBoi: Show us that pretty little pussy, come on, don’t be shy now.

“You want me to take my underwear off for you? Take them off so that I can really play?”

And with the chimes of tips swiftly ringing in your ears, one of your fingers then hooked in the gusset and carefully peeled it to the side, letting it act as a frame as you momentarily teased them with just a glimpse of your glistening folds, before you slowly slid them off completely.

Eventually, after your slick digits had gotten a chance to warm you up and tease you till you were practically buzzing on both of the camera angles that now displayed you, as it hadn’t taken you very long till you switched to a split screen, both your face frozen in a silent moan and your pretty holes drooling for attention pressed up against one another, side by side on the stream, your fingers then reached for a toy, the pretty glass dildo you had picked out just before the show.

You first popped the toy in your mouth as you flipped around and relaxed back against your pile of pillows. Letting your gaze flicker over the downright filthy comments rolling across the screen, you sucked on the toy for a bit before pulling it out and letting it float down south.

“Fuck,” your eyes fluttered slightly as you rubbed the tip gently against your little rosebud, “oh, that feels so good.”

Cream314159: Yeah, Cherry, tease that little ass like a good slut.

8inchStallion: Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow my load soon if you keep looking like that.

Ddadddy6969: Has your fuck buddy really never had your ass before? Tbh kinda hard to believe considering what a whore you are for all of us. I love your anal shows, they’re always my favourite.

“I know, daddy,” a light giggle tore through your form, “I’m honestly kinda surprised as well, but no, it hasn’t happened yet.”

BongDong420: Wait, are you an anal virgin? Plot twist.

“No, no, I’m not, I love anal,” you sucked in a gentle gasp as you let just the tip of the toy breach your tight opening, “I just haven’t really done it yet with too many different people. Actually, I’ve only done it with one so far, now that I think about it,” you swiftly shook your head and forced your eyes to flicker to the messages to rid your thoughts of your ex.

Call_Me_Sir_844: Please open your mouth, I’m gonna cum!

“Oh, yes, please cum for me, sir,” you answered the comment and then let your lips part wide. As your tongue stuck out as well, a string of saliva soon dripped down as you waited, the spit colliding with your tits and running down your cleavage.

A_B_Cunt_Destroyer tipped $550 – Don’t let yourself cum. Edge yourself so that you can be all drippy and dumb for him like a good little present should be.

Since you and your roommates lived in a residential area too quiet for college ragers, some of the guys Steve and Bucky were on the football team with offered to throw the bash at their fraternity.

Music blared, nearly making the entire house rumble, as you walked around the place, searching for the one of your roommates who the party was in honour of.

Fiddling lightly with the hem of your silky dress as you peeked into the room where a rowdy game of beer pong was afoot, you still felt a little dizzy as desperation soaked through your ruined panties.

Though, as you checked the kitchen, a bulky frame bumped into you, though it wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill frat boy, incapable of watching where they went, it was the very last person you wished to lay your eyes upon.

“Y/n, hey,” the trust fund kid caught your arm before you could slip away.

“Ransom,” you couldn’t help but clench your jaw as you tried to free yourself of his hold, “hello.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” you nearly scoffed as you squinted up at him, “it’s my roommate’s birthday party.”

“Right, forgot you moved in with all of them, became just one of the boys…” as a beat of silence fell over him, he let his gaze then rake over your form, lapping up the soft blue material that draped across your curves, “you look good tonight, by the way.”

“I–…” your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a sigh, “Ransom, can we not? Just for tonight, can we not do all of this? Just let me be here, celebrate my friend, and then after that, if you so wish, we can get back to our regularly scheduled program. Just one night of peace, that’s all I’m asking for.”

His dark brows then furrowed as he cocked his head, “babe, come on–”

Cutting him off with a scoff, you spat, “I haven’t been your babe since you broke up with me.”

He had been all for landing a girl that was essentially a wet dream come true when it came to all of the sinful areas you were itching to explore with him, but what hadn’t been a part of his plans was having a girlfriend who wasn’t exclusively a slut for him and him alone. He’d told you to choose between him and your dirty little hobby, but to his surprise, you hadn’t even hesitated when you didn’t choose him.

A low sigh then puffed from his lungs, “fine.”

Heatedly ripping your arm free, you echoed, “fine,” before turning on your heel and exiting the kitchen.

Luckily, your search didn’t drag on too much further before you stumbled upon your celebrated friend.

“There you are!” you exclaimed, your voice ushering Curtis’ head to twist in your direction, his glance shifting from the pool table before him.

“Baby!” he swiftly threw open his inked arms and pulled you close, “hey!”

Hearing the heavy balls clank around on the table, you asked, “are you in the middle of a game or could I steal you away for a sec?”

“Nah, not this round,” he withdrew only ever so slightly, letting one of his arms stay draped over your shoulders, “what do you need?”

Pulling him with you in the direction of the wide staircase, you smirked, “I just have a present to give you…”

“Another one?” he blinked as you dragged him up the steps.

“Well, you deserve the world, so yes, you get another one this year,” you offered him a warm smile.

“Man,” he exhaled as you reached the upper level, “happy birthday to me,” a smirk spread across his features as he willingly let you push him into one of the rooms.

It was a study room filled with long communal desks, tall bookcases and velvet armchairs. It was also, thankfully, vacant of any other partygoers.

“Happy birthday, Curtis,” you didn’t waste any time, the door barely managed to slam behind you, before you yanked him in for a kiss.

It took him a second before he caught up with your sudden actions, but as soon as he did, a gentle giggle rumbled from his intoxicated form and vibrated against your lips as he enveloped his long arms around your frame.

Feet shuffling, your roommate soon bumped into one of the tables, lending him to half sit on it as you let your touch rake down his figure. Even with the swift and determined pace your desperation drove you to have, it still didn’t take that long for Curtis to be on the same page as you, and when your palm fluttered down to cup him through his pants, the tent twitched beneath your touch.

At first, when you then withdrew from the kiss, Curtis instinctively followed your disappearing lips till he noticed your knees buckling as you sank down onto the floor.

“This is so much better than losing at pool,” he gazed down at you between his thighs, nearly hypnotised as you tugged at his zipper.

“I’d sure hope so,” you nearly scoffed as you freed him of his binds, not hesitating to lean in and swipe your tongue silkily against the very tip of him as soon as you had the chance, “although, you know I never mind being a consolation prize.”

“Consolation prize?” his tone filtered through a soft groan as your fist enclosed around his base, twisting slightly as it jerked up to graze your mouth, “that’s not what you were last week.”

“Yeah, but that was different,” your giggle vibrated against him, “it’s okay, baby. Maybe next time we play at home you’ll get to win and show the others who’s boss,” you purred before your lips enveloped fully around his fat girth.

When spit and slobber soon bubbled out and dripped down onto your chest from your efforts, you got back up to your feet. As you let the back of your palm wipe a bit of the mess from your chin, you twisted your frame around and let your spine melt back against this broad chest.

As you felt Curtis’ fingers dig into your dress and hike it up, you rolled your hips back against him, nearly dizzy with want. Gliding a hand down between your thighs, you captured the sodden material, utterly ruined and clinging to your core, before you yanked it to the side, the leaky mess not yet ready to let go of the panties and spiderwebbing to where you pulled it to the side.

Reaching around, your grip captured his cock once again as you tilted him to teasingly brush through your folds, your activities from earlier made it almost pathetic how sloppy you got him in a matter of seconds.

As his lips pressed to your cheek in a hot kiss, you glanced over your shoulder to catch his eye and take in his reaction.

You didn’t warn him, nor say anything at all. Only a smirk glimmered on your lips as a forewarning before you led him away from the leaky entrance he naturally assumed you’d let him into, and instead arched your back and eased his slicked-up length into somewhere else.

“Oh–, holy shit,” his eyes flickered down to affirm what you were doing before blinking up at you in the assumption that it was a mistake, “baby, you’re–”

“I know,” you smiled at the way his chest heaved at the realisation.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Told you I had another present for you,” your gloating grin softened at the moan that slipped out as you sank down just a little further upon his dick.

His fingers dented both sides of your hips as you slowly let him feel more of you, “oh my god, you’re the fucking best…”

It was shallow at first, gentle as you controlled the pace, though still mind-meltingly intense as you fucked back against him till your knees began to wobble, feeling each and every little detail of his stretch your little ass out.

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face between the lazy pecks he planted there and occasionally veering further south to try and mark your neck up with his bites.

“O-oh, fuck,” you whimpered when one of his inked arms snaked around to your front and stretched down to rub your clit, swollen and throbbing between the pads of his rough fingers.

Since you’d backed away from the edge not too long before, its overwhelming return was swift and quickly rendered you a shivering mess in his arms as your rhythm came to a rest and the tight circles he drew over your puffy pearl pushed you into insanity.

Eyes still shut as you were panting for breath, you felt Curtis pluck up your chin and tilt it so that his lips could seize yours.

Though the blissful pause didn’t last very long before he manoeuvred you around, manhandling you into a new configuration, though all the while never slipping his cock out.

His palm was heavy against your back as he whirled you around and bent you over the table. Cheek smooshed against the smooth wooden surface, the thunderous snap his hips then offered caused the desk to rattle beneath you.

However, just as you sensed him begin to lose himself, burying his cock so deep inside of you that it caused you to see stars, the creaking sound of the door to the study swinging open sliced through the lewd harmonies already filling the room.

Even though you couldn’t really glance over your shoulder to see who it was that entered, the recognisable voices that then found your ears calmed your worries about why Curtis’ pace for some reason hadn’t slowed down in the slightest.

“No, I’m not kidding, that’s really what–, oh,” Bucky’s sentence paused as soon he spotted you, “hello you two.”

You attempted to tilt your head against the table as the last of your roommates came into view, shut the door behind them and stepped closer.

As you reached out a wobbly hand to grasp Steve’s, he sweetly caught it in his and chuckled at your cock drunk visage, “hey.”

“Hmm–, hi…” you attempted to greet them, Bucky swiftly bending down to briefly be at your height, letting his fingers brush some of your hair out of your face as Curtis’ efforts jolted your frame against the table at every feverish thrust.

“Was wondering where you guys were,” Steve held onto your hand a little longer as his glance met the blissful gaze of the man who was balls deep inside of you, “I thought she already gave you her little present.”

“You knew?” Curtis tilted his chin, to which you tried to explain with a mumble, though one of your roommates didn’t hesitate to playfully ask you to clarify.

“I’m sorry what was that? You’re being too much of whore right now for me to understand you,” Bucky pressed a peck to your brow before straightening back up, “look, I would have totally told you man, but she threatened us not to ruin the surprise.”

“Yeah, said that if you didn’t get to take a dip first, then none of us ever would,” Steve added.

“Aw,” you felt Curtis kneed your bottom as he slammed into you, “you’d really have done that?”

“I did say you deserve the world, so yeah,” you managed to squeak.

“It’s so cute how sappy birthdays make you,” Bucky smirked, “such a shame not one of us even hesitates to exploit it.”

As one hand stayed glued to the curve of your ass, his thumb hooked in your underwear to grant not only him but the rest a perfect view of just how well you took him, Curtis’ other hand then stretched out to grasp the half-empty beer that Steve handed him, briefly taking a swig before handing it back.

“Yeah, she really is just such a good little girl, aren’t you?” Steve found a seat on one of the nearby chairs.

“Mhm…” you barely caught sight of how both of them palmed themselves for an ounce of relief.

Sitting down as well, Bucky squinted cockily back at you as your hazy eyes briefly caught his, “what was that, sweetheart?”

“I’m a–,” you blubbered as Curtis’ cock stretched you so wide that you even felt it press against the sweet spots in your throbbing pussy, “I’m a g-good girl–”

“Yes, you are, baby, that’s right,” Curtis chuckled warmly behind you before offering your ass a swift slap, “the fucking best.”

“Oh, oh! She’s so close to cumming, I can see it!” Bucky exclaimed in an almost mocking tone as your eyes began to roll, “just look at that face,” he nearly jumped to get closer, “so fucking pretty.”

“Come on, Y/n,” Steve leaned back in his seat and squeezed his hard-on as he stared at your fucked out form, “give us a good show. Make it good for the birthday boy.”

Although, unfortunately, you were already too far gone by then to take any of their lewd comments into account as you tumbled over the edge, floating in the sea of your cheering roommates as a soundtrack.

After your friend had emptied himself into your haven, he simply slid your panties back into place so that his cum could leak out of you for the rest of the party and ruin your sheer underwear completely, perhaps even give up entirely and run down your shaky legs for all to see.

Bending down to smother you back to life with kisses, you also felt Curtis’ arms tangle around you as he hugged you and slowly lifted you off of the table.

“You wanna go down and dance?” his low timbre tickled the shell of your ear.

“Just give me a second,” you breathed through your hazy smile as you fought to blink your eyes back open, “my legs will first have to start working again. Maybe you could take over the music for a second and queue up something slow,” you light-heartedly suggested with an airy chuckle.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” Bucky smirked from across the table, “we’ll help keep you upright.”

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self-made-purgatories · 4 months ago

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From the Half-Empty Loveseat to the Cuck Chair: there is definitely a Spirk fight arc in Season 3. Here's the latest development, from The Cloud Minders.

First, a quick recap of the last two episodes:

S3E19: Requiem for Methuselah: Everything goes off the rails in this episode. Kirk fixates on a female Spock surrogate because internalized homophobia, repeatedly rejecting the real Spock and seriously hurting his feelings and their relationship in the process. It turns out the girl is a counterfeit girl in addition to a counterfeit Spock, and so Kirk loses it even further and hurts Spock even worse. Their relationship is in shreds by the end of the episode. I wrote a gigantic post about this episode if you want to know more of my thoughts (and more about the half-empty loveseat).

S3E20: The Way to Eden (the Space Hippies one): Kirk and Spock are definitely still fighting (I posted about this too). They don't touch, don't make eye contact, don't flirt, don't work together, struggle even being in the same room together. Spock goes off and has a thing with a fun flirty space-hippie musician guy in a miniskirt (and honestly, good for them).

And now:

S3E21: The Cloud Minders: Spock and Kirk are back to working together, off on a mission together. Their tone is cool, professional. They keep their own personal space. Their interactions are calm, less awkward than The Way to Eden, but no longer intimate.

At one point they are given a bed to share and Spock takes the cuck chair across the room instead, which is fraught with symbolism. The half-empty loveseat is gone; Spock is sitting alone, leaving no room for Kirk. (Not to mention that he has literally been cucked.) And yet still, still, just as at the end of Requiem for Methuselah, he watches over Kirk as he sleeps.

Most notably in this episode, Spock openly and shamelessly flirts with their host's scantily clad six-packed daughter, both in front of Kirk and in private. Spock's unusual behavior is both to make Kirk jealous and to cockblock him because he really cannot fucking take any more of this bullshit of having to watch Kirk bag another bitch of the week right in front of him. It works; the girl is practically begging Spock to fuck her and never once looks at Kirk. Meanwhile, though, Kirk is attacked by a female disrupter, and he manages to pin her to a bed and flirt with her, but he does keep it in his pants. After a short struggle with the disrupter, Kirk calls for Spock and when he finds the two of them standing alone in the room together, Spock bitterly asks, "Am I... intruding, Captain?" and proceeds to glare at Kirk for most of the conversation that follows.

BUT. Late in the episode, Kirk is in trouble down on the planet's surface. Spock beams up both Kirk and his attacker and jumps into the melee to help Kirk and break up the fight. He grabs Kirk with both hands and pulls him away.

Kirk is out of control, momentarily insane from the effects of the cave gas, and Spock forcefully and desperately reminds Kirk of this by very uncharacteristically, emotionally, illogically shouting it in his face.

Kirk composes himself rather quickly. There are echoes of the turbolift scene where Spock's presence delivers Kirk from a panic attack, although this time it's very brief, and much less like a kiss and much more like a fight. But once again, the moment is rife with sexual tension. (Seems like a good spot to point out that fighting and fucking are very closely connected in the series also.)

This is the first time they have touched since Requiem for Methuselah. They stare deeply into each others eyes for a brief moment. Are they communicating telepathically, as they sometimes do? What are they saying?

Did it feel good to yell at him, Spock? Did it feel good to release some of those emotions? Kirk, do you understand now? Can you fix it? Can you two kiss and make up and move on now?

All of this is underscored by the way Bones just stands there, saying nothing, staring unblinkingly at the two of them this whole time. He knows them better than anyone. I wonder if he is wondering the same things I am.

#star trek tos #spirk #k/s #kirk/spock #the premise #tos spirk #james t kirk #s'chn t'gai spock #requiem for methuselah #the way to eden #the cloud minders #season 3 spirk fight arc #Spirk angst

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justnatoka · 11 days ago

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Hey there!! saw that your requests were open so i thought i’d share some inspiration<3

david x fem!witch!reader ??

big bad vampire x cutesy witch who could totally give him an aneurysm when he pisses her off vibes lol

need david who’s just soft on his little witch 🕯️🌙🩸

Big bad vampire and his little witch

David x Fem! Witch! Reader

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I'm not particularly into the witch/magic user reader fics, but I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you will like it too, anon! Special shoutout to A Reading by @theyreonlynoodlesmike! It's an amazing fic with a witch reader, and it gave me a lot of motivation and inspiration for writing this.

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You happen to catch the eye of a certain vampire one night on the boardwalk. All dark, mysterious and handsome; the intrigue in definitely mutual.

Nobody could deny that Santa Carla was a colorful place. People from all different walks of life ended up in the small beach town. It was a place where you wouldn't easily stick out, no matter how you looked or what you did. If a pack of vampires, and a very loud one at that, could operate here without being found out, a humble witch like yourself faced basically zero threat of being outed.

At least you called yourself humble, although in reality you were probably one of the more powerful supernatural beings living in Santa Carla. You didn't like to advertise it, satisfied with leading a quiet life. Business was booming anyway. The little shop you set up on the boardwalk offered a vast array of products and services. You sold all sorts of pretty but useless trinkets, stuff that caught the eyes of tourists because they looked interesting and otherworldly. But a good portion of your products were actually the real deal. Healing stones, charms for protection and prosperity, herbal teas for all sorts of ailments. For some extra cash you also made personalized potions, performed palm or card readings.

Your customers ranged from interested non-believers who were drawn in by your very deliberate aesthetic choices, to spiritual ex-hippies, all the way to people who believed the most harmless pendant you sold held some type of magical power. You've seen and heard it all.

Still, there was one particular person you couldn't help but be intrigued by.

It was an especially busy night on the boardwalk when he first approached you, the air practically buzzing with all the noise and energy. You just said bye to a customer when you felt it again, that light tickling sensation as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Someone was watching you. You've been feeling it on and off for a while now, not particularly alarmed, more like curious. It wasn't out of the ordinary for people to stare, your unique looks and decorations naturally had that effect; it was something you've counted on to draw in new customers. However, no one has ever been this persistent.

And after a group of teenagers moved on from your table, in a small gap in the crowd you finally spotted him. A stranger, all dark, mysterious and handsome with bleached blond hair was leaning against the back of a game booth, taking slow drags of his cigarette. Even though you couldn't make out the color of his eyes from this distance, you knew they were trained on you with a stare almost unblinking. Just as he moved to push himself away from the wall, a group of people entered your field of vision, and the crowd swallowed him once again.

You were trying to see if you could catch another glimpse of him, but by the time that spot became visible again, he was no longer there.

That's why your heart jumped when the smell of cigarette smoke entered your nose, and he was suddenly standing right in front of you. Not many people were able to sneak up on you like that these days. You weren't even sure he belonged to the category of 'people'. There was a persistent tingling under your skin radiating from the small amulet you've worn around your neck, your magic signaling you that something was not normal about this guy. And as his eyes (a striking blue as you noted) met yours, you were certain he was not human.

You put on your most charming smile as you greeted him.

"Evening, mister! What can I interest you with? I've got many different magic potions and amulets for all kinds of problems," you started your usual spiel, playing into the bright and alluring witch persona you usually put on. Most people like it when it seems like you hold knowledge on all the hidden secrets of the world. They don't need to know that they are partially right.

"You." The single word cuts off your chatting, your rhythm faltering for a moment as his eyes bore into you, and he slowly blows out a cloud of smoke.

"Excuse me?" The tingling in your body started to intensify, becoming sharp, almost like a beast clawing against your nerve endings. It wasn't particularly unpleasant.

"I'm interested in you," he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a little smirk.

It was clear you were sizing each other up.

You were searching in the back of your mind for the source of this strange feeling. It was like the answer was right on the tip of your tongue, just out of reach enough that it was driving you crazy. He looked like any other young man on the boardwalk – although a slightly better dressed one –, but as you met his eyes curiously, there was something timeless about them. Then it clicked.

A sweet smile slowly stretched across your lips as you let the innocent facade drop.

"Show me yours, I'll show you mine, vampire."

His smirk became sharper, his irises tainted with yellow for just a moment, the stone around your neck pulsing in answer, the wind chimes hanging from the roof of your shop swinging gently without the slightest breeze in the air.

No one noticed anything, people passing by just as they did before, but something changed between you two that night. He didn't stick around for much longer after that, leaving you with a hint of that tingling in your magic, a lingering scent of cigarette smoke, a mind full of intrigue and a name.

David.

It wasn't long before he started showing up at your shop nearly every night. Sometimes he was with his friends, but most of the time he was alone. You had a feeling he wanted to keep your encounters to himself, and you couldn't particularly blame him. You've made some friends of your own since coming to Santa Carla, but you haven't told them about him either.

There seemed to be an unspoken connection between you, one that grew stronger the more time you spent together. Mostly, he would watch you work, listening in with interest when you performed your readings, asking questions when you made potions, or just simply keeping you company.

Before you realized it, his dark silhouette became a permanent fixture at your shop; taking long drags of his cigarette and leaning against the far side of the counter, close enough to make conversation, but out of the way enough that he didn't scare away potential customers.

However, sometimes he just couldn't help but intervene.

It had been a slow night on the boardwalk, with slightly less people meandering around than usual. You and David had been having light conversation on and off, both of you content with sharing comfortable silences in between.

For some reason, it was always nights like these when weird people found you. The guy that strolled past your shop was pretty unassuming, his eye briefly meeting yours before he seemingly changed his mind and turned back, leisurely making his way over to you.

An easy smile stretched across his lips as he took you in behind your counter with more curiosity. Something about it made your insides squirm.

"Hey there! Pretty sweet setup you have here," he greeted, motioning over your items and decor before his gaze returned to you once again.

You thanked him with your pleasant customer service voice.

"You run this shop all alone?" he asked after pretending to look at some of your merchandise.

There was some unspoken implication in his question that you couldn't quite place. Nothing seemed outwardly wrong about him, but you still couldn't help the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. It wasn't your magic warning you this time, this was the intuition of a woman who has seen things.

"Yes, I do. Have been for a pretty long time," you answered with caution.

His eyes squinted at that.

"Aren't you a bit young to be doing this for a 'long time'?"

Your smile definitely had an edge to it as you replied,

"You don't know how old I am."

Throughout your short exchange you have been growing more and more conscious of David standing not far away. He was half-blending into the shadows, not saying anything, but his presence seemed to have grown heavier. The creep wasn't noticing it though.

He leaned on your counter, his forearms messing up the neat arrangement of charms and amulets in front of you.

"So," he started, his voice conspiratorially low. "You really believe in all this supernatural stuff, huh?"

"I guess I do," you deadpanned. "Comes with the job description."

He breathed out a laugh.

"You're funny. But really, you don't have to lie to me, everyone knows it's all bullshit." There was the slightest hint of condescension in his voice. "Just a way for pathetic folks to deal with life. But you're selling it pretty well," he winked at you.

You were done. You could feel your heartbeat rising, the air around you pulsing with anger. But before you could open your mouth to do some damage, a growl sounded from the shadows lurking around your shop.

In your irritated state you forgot him for a second, but David was quick to step forward.

"I think it's time you fuck off." His tone had an edge that promised danger.

The creep blinked at him, caught off guard for a second. "Where the hell did you come from?"

He swiftly recovered however, answering David's harsh words with some of his own. "And who the fuck are you? I was just having a conversation with her."

David was suddenly standing right in front of him, his hand gripping the guy's shoulder painfully tight. As he leaned in close, his face started to change, his features looking less and less human.

"Fuck. Off." He emphasized his words by snapping sharp teeth at him.

The guy was just about soiling his pants. David gave him a rough push, and he almost fell over his own feet in his haste to scamper off.

When you looked up at the vampire, he was in the process of snuffing out his cigarette just before pulling out another, his face completely back to normal. Noticing your stare, your eyes full of wonder, he cocked up an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You know I could have fried his brain if I wanted to, right?" An amused smile was playing on your lips.

"I know, sweetheart. I just didn't like the way he was talking to you." He wasn't looking you in the eye as he said it.

Oh, he's cute. Your insides were turning mushy from him turning into protective, big bad vampire. With a radiant grin on your face, you beckoned him closer. A small flame lit up at the end of your pinkie, lighting his cigarette for him. Now it was his turn to look at you with wonder.

"Thank you," you murmured, very much enjoying his close proximity.

"Your welcome," he answered with a softness in his gaze that you haven't seen before.

You went back to your usual routine after that; you rearranging your items that were moved out of place and chatting with customers, and him standing to the side listening in. You know he noticed how your heart was beating faster, and he knew you noticed how he moved just a bit closer from his previous position. None of you said anything about the silences between you being feeling charged with something more now either.

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saltandburnheathens · 1 year ago

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Good morning Miss Winnie.

Part II

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Rating: Gen.

Summary:

You've just given birth to Dean's baby and are a enjoying a quiet family moment in the days afterwards.

Notes: Non-canon, no time line. And I don't ever want kids. But I just became an aunt and I sort of need to get this out of my system! Short and I'm not promising that I won't continue this. Who knows really. Finally this was written after I'd taken my usual nightly gummy.

The bunker was quiet first thing in the morning except for the usual hum of the circulation fans. You’d been there so long that they barely registered anymore, and you were extremely thankful that the consistent noise wasn’t a problem for the baby. That would have been a horror show. Trying to navigate parenthood with a baby awoken by the simplest of sounds.

You shuddered at the thought.

Life was always loud when you lived with Dean Winchester and his posse of colour characters. Between unexpected visitors and the brothers coming and going at odd hours, there was something new every day and often that new wasn’t good.

But in that moment things were perfect. The monsters outside didn’t exist and you were a regular mom with a new baby and a husband who loved you. His bother Sam and best friend Castiel were an added bonus, the former serving as an unexpected asset when both you and Dean needed some rest.

You crept carefully out of bed, your body still feeling weak, and quietly crossed to the crib by the wall. A set of hazel eyes stared up at you and your heart melted.

“Good morning Miss Winnie.” You cooed, “Let’s get you up and at ‘em before you wake daddy.”

You heard a small scoff followed by the shuffling of blankets.

“Winnie?” Dean asked with a sleep-laden voice, “We ain’t calling her Winnie, sweetheart. I’ll accept those new-agey-hippy-names like Kendell and Kloe with a K before I’ll take Winnie.”

“I’m just calling her that until we choose a name.” You laughed, lifting the little girl up into your arms, her head coming to rest on your chest, “And Winnie is short for Winchester in case you hadn’t pieced that together.”

“I don’t care if it’s short for ‘daddy’s-little-angel’, it ain’t happening.”

“I’ll cross that off my list then shall I?” You sat back on the bed, Dean coming up to nest beside you and his eyes immediately going to the baby in your arms.

He smiled, creases forming at the corners of his eyes.

“You’re not a Winnie, are ya’ princess?” In that voice he seemed to only have adapted five days ago after the birth of your daughter; that voice reserved for her.

“Maybe not. What about Meghan?” You suggest.

“Oh nope. No can do. Knew a Meg once. Demon.”

You nodded knowingly. No one wanted to name their child after a monster.

“Stevie?” Dean carried on, his eyes still fixed on the baby.

“Like Stevie Nicks?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not seeing it. Samatha?”

“Already got one Sam in this bunker and that’s more than enough. Alice?”

“Can’t do it. All I’ll keep hearing is ‘who the fuck is Alice’, and I don’t want my kid to be subjected to that for the rest of their life.”

You both laughed, interrupted only by the whine building in the little one’s chest. You quickly jumped to action and proceeded to the morning routine you’d been adjusting to since getting back home. Dean followed you, rubbing at his eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve had hangovers that made me feel quite as bad as waking up five times at night.” He yawned.

You handed him a dirty diaper and smiled as he grimaced.

“You can go back to bed if you want. I can manage by myself.”

“Sweetheart, you just damn near broke your pelvis giving birth to my kid a few days ago. I’m in this from start to finish, and if that means running on caffeine and a prayer, then I’m game. Even for the diapers.”

Dean rummaged through the first drawer of their dresser and pulled out a small onesie covered in colourful dinosaurs. He held it up in front of him and smiled.

“It’s hard to believe how small she is, huh?”

“She didn’t feel so small coming out of me.” You quipped, taking the clothing from him to finally cover the squirming child on the changer, “I’m pretty sure my vagina will never be the same.”

“That’s blasphemy.” Dean gasped playfully, “But seriously, baby, the doctor said that it’ll take a few weeks before you start to feel normal.”

“Normal is subjective when you’re postpartum.”

Holding his baby tight to his chest, Dean lent down and kissed you softly on the lips. His green eyes fluttered up to meet yours.

“Let’s face it, ain’t nothing normal about either of us in the first place.”

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harrywavycurly · 4 days ago

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Handle With Care: Did You Wanna Do It?

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language, one tiny act of violence, one threat and very grossly fluffy fluff

A/N: I got a request for a little thing showing you and Harry running into your ex Cody and this is where my mind took it! There is a bit of a time jump here but it’ll be explained! Also this gives protective Harry and a good bit of fluffy goodness✨

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Summary: You’re Harry’s date to one of his old fraternity brother’s wedding and you run into someone you weren’t expecting📦✨

You give the liquid in your glass a small stir with the tip of your finger before you bring it up to your lips for a quick sip as you look around for the table that has the number you were assigned to. Once you spot it you reach a hand up to adjust the strap of your purse that’s digging into your shoulder but before you can even get your thumb under the leather strap you feel a large hand rest on top of your shoulder making an all too familiar tingling sensation go right down to your elbow. You smile as the hand gently tugs the strap of your purse off your shoulder, when you turn your head you can’t help but feel your cheeks get warm when you catch Harry already staring at you with a playful smirk on his face. You watch him place the strap of your bright pink purse over his shoulder while shooting you a wink because he told you not to even bother with it but you insisted on wearing it because it went with your pink and yellow floral dress.

“What are we drinking?” He asks making you raise your glass up for him to take a sip out of. Harry nods in approval of your drink choice as you bring the glass back down so you can take another sip of it. “Is that just ginger ale with a bit of lemon? Or is that lime?”

“Lemon.”

“Excellent choice.” He says with a smile as he leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s go see which trouble makers we got sat with.” Harry jokes as he reaches for your hand so he can lead the two of you to your seats.

“Oh yer fuckin kiddin me not the Styles lot being at my table!” You grin as Niall stands up from his seat that’s directly across from where your two names are at the table.

“Who said it was your table you twat?”

“Oi! You gonna let yer husband talk to your bestfriend-”

“Bestfriend? You drunk already Horan? No way in hell are you her bestfriend.”

“You can’t be her man and her bestie Harry don’t go bein a selfish prick.”

“How long do you think until Harry smacks him with the purse?” Amelia, Niall’s fiancé asks as she leans in and gives your shoulder a playful nudge with her own making you laugh.

“Probably when Niall calls him a long haired hippie. That’s usually when Harry resorts to violence.” You joke making Amelia giggle as she places an arm over your shoulder and pulls you in for a side hug as the two of you stand there and watch the two men argue about something.

“How you feeling?” You give her a small shrug after she drops her arm from your shoulder as you watch Harry roll his eyes and place his hands on his hips as Niall goes on about how inappropriate his outfit is that consists of black slacks with a black and white scarf draped over a black button up that he’s chosen to leave undone minus the bottom few buttons letting a good bit of his chest be on display.

“I feel good just a little tired but-”

“Sunshine your bestfriend is being mean about my hair.” You feel Harry’s hand on your hip gently turning you towards him making Amelia laugh at the pout on his face.

“I love your hair.” You tell him as you look up at him with a smile as he takes the black hat he’s been wearing off so he can run a hand through his hair that’s almost long enough to touch the top of his shoulders. “It goes very well with this whole look you’ve got going on today.” You add as Harry watches your eyes roam over his exposed chest, a light dusting of pink starts to tint your cheeks when you pause at the top of his butterfly tattoo not realizing you’re staring until he clears his throat making you look up just to see his bright green eyes already looking at you.

“It’s okay to stare at what’s yours baby.” You feel your whole face heat up at Harry’s words making him chuckle as you try to hide your face in his chest, but Harry loves that even after all these years you still get all blushy when you get caught starting at him. “Come on love let’s get you off your feet for a bit.” He gives your hip a soft squeeze before sliding his hand to your lower back as you turn to face the table so you can take your seat that’s next to his.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You state as Harry’s hands firmly grip your waist. You feel his chest vibrate from how close he has your back pulled up against his front as he lets out a chuckle while he lips curve into a small smile as they press against the side of your neck.

“Sunshine we are just dancing. How’s that a bad idea?” He questions as the two of you begin to sway to the beat of the song being played over the speakers on the dance floor.

“Well mainly because you don’t really know how to dance.”

“Excuse me? Do you not remember our wedding day? I was a dancing machine.”

“Yes and it took two whole months of preparation and rehearsals to get you there.”

“Well now I’m a professional so don’t worry baby I’ve got you okay? I won’t embarrass you-or at least not on the dance floor.” You look over your shoulder at him so you can give him a playful glare but you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face when he shoots you a wink as one of his hands moves so it’s resting on your barley there baby bump. You stare at him for a moment, enjoying the view of his face now that half of his hair is pulled back letting you get a nice look at his jawline and cheekbones since he decided the hat was more of a bother and left it at his seat at the table before he dragged you to the dance floor.

“You’re so handsome.” Harry bites down on his bottom lip as you continue to let your eyes roam over his face as if it’s the first time you’ve seen him all day. “Are you just going to get more handsome as the years go on or is this your peak?” You ask jokingly as you turn around in Harry’s hold making him grin as your arms wrap around his neck.

“I think I have a few more years left in me before I truly reach peak handsomeness but after that it’s all downhill and I’ll probably start aging horribly.” You roll your eyes making him laugh as the song changes to a slow song allowing the two of you to stay where you’re at on the dance floor without out looking out of place.

“What about you though? When do you plan on giving me a break on having to beat the blokes off with sticks every time you walk into a room huh? Because I’ve got to say sweetheart while it does make me feel all proud to call you mine knowing everyone wants you it’s also a bit tiring having to fight off-”

“Oh stop that right now Harry Styles.” Harry looks down at you as you shake your head in disbelief. “You don’t have to fight off anyone for me.” You argue making Harry let out a scoff as he ever so gently turns the two of you so you are now facing a table full of people whom you only know a handful of due to them being in Harry’s old fraternity and were at your wedding a few years ago.

“See those three guys? That’s Rusty on the left and Henry in the middle and that’s Spencer on the end there and want to know what they asked me when they saw us walking around our old complex together? Remember the one we lived in right after college?” You just nod as the memories of meeting Harry come flooding back, how it took a few weeks and a lot of clearing up some miscommunications and for Harry to have a unlimited amount of patience for the two of you to finally get together but you haven’t left each other’s side since.

“Yes but-”

“They wanted to know if you were single. Now look to the table to their right and two of those assh-men. Two of them tried to ask me for your number on separate occasions when we’d go out to that god awful bar Niall worked at that one summer.” You feel your eyes go wide as Harry goes on about how his own friends had the nerve to ask him about you as if they had no clue you were his girlfriend.

“So I’m sorry baby but yeah I do have to fight off people who seem to be so enamored by you they forget that I even exist and I don’t blame them one bit you’re-you’re breathtakingly beautiful it’s sometimes a little unnerving how gorgeous you are but I mean you have my initial on your pinky ring and a giant rock on your ring finger for Christ sake I thought that would be enough to keep them away but clearly it’s not.” You rub your lips together to hold back your giggle as Harry’s brow furrow as he glares at the men at the table who have no idea they are even being discussed while he effortlessly twirls you around the dance floor.

“Maybe once I’m a little bigger they’ll ease up? No one wants a huge pregnant woman.” You tease as Harry looks down at you and lets out a huff as his hands rest on your lower back.

“No one? Really?” He raises an eyebrow as he leans down and playfully bumps his nose with yours making you smile. “Trust me sunshine there won’t ever be a time when I don’t want you.” He whispers in your ear as one of his hands slides a little lower down your backside as he pulls you closer. “If it wasn’t for the fact I actually like Ryan and Stephanie I would’ve had us leave hours ago because you just look too good in this dress and I actually think you wore it on purpose-”

“I did.” Your soft voice makes his words get lost in his throat and it’s as if Harry has a certain sparkle in his emerald eyes as he leans back so he can look at you. “I know how much you like it when I wear pink and yellow.” Harry brings his hands up to cup your face making you smile as you look up at him.

“Oh so this was all part of your plan then? Get me all riled up with this dress and then make me suffer through a whole hour long ceremony and now a reception?” You have to fight back your laugh as Harry gives you a fake pout as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead.

“You’ll be fine.” You reassure him making him roll his eyes as he leans down and hovers his lips just a few inches from yours. “I love you.” You whisper making all the playfulness wash away as his lips press against yours in a heated kiss that has one of his hands sliding up into your hair while the other goes down to your waist to hold you steady.

“I love you too.” He practically pants as he pulls away from you letting you catch your breath, your cheeks are flushed and as you blink up at him a few times you feel Harry’s hands smooth down the front of your dress where he accidentally ruffled it up when he pulled you flush against him.

“I need a drink.” Harry laughs as his arm wraps around your middle so he can lead you off the dance floor while you fan yourself off with your hand all of a sudden feeling the warm rays of the springtime sun, cursing Stephanie’s dream of an outdoor wedding reception.

“I’ll go get you some water with-”

“Limes please.”

“Lime? No more lemon?”

“No…limes sound better.” You answer as you lean against a nearby table that has a pretty white and yellow flower arrangement in the middle of it.

“One water with lime coming right up.” You smile as Harry leans down and places a quick kiss to the top of your head and before you can stop him you feel a quick pinch to your bottom making you let out a faint squeak causing Harry to chuckle as he makes his get away before you can fuss at him about being too handsy in public.

“He’s so lucky I love him.” You mumble to yourself as you look around the reception area, you feel all warm and happy as you see people smiling and laughing on the dance floor but that feeling vanishes the moment you lock eyes with someone you didn’t expect to see here, or ever again for that matter.

Harry gives the man at the bar a smile and a thank you as he hands him your glass of water with three limes squeezed into it. When he turns to scan the tables near the dance floor where he knows he left you he gets this sinking feeling in his chest as if he just knows something is wrong and it makes him borderline begin to panic as his eyes dart around until they land on the back of your head. The feeling of relief he gets when he sees you is short lived because when you toss a hand in the air he becomes hyper aware that you’re talking to someone and not just talking, you’re yelling or you’re doing your version of yelling because in all the years Harry has known you he hasn’t ever heard your voice get any louder than maybe two levels above your normal volume. His steps are rushed as he maneuvers around people giving them polite smiles when he almost bumps into them in his hurry to reach you and it’s not until he’s only two steps behind you that he sees exactly who you’re in a heated conversation with.

“You’re just a fucking asshole and you always will be.” Harry feels his grip on your glass of water tighten as he hears the frustration in your voice.

“Yeah well-”

“Why are you still talking to me? I don’t have anything to say to you Cody and frankly I’m not even sure why you came over here in the first place? To see how I’m doing? Well I’m doing fantastic. I’m happily married to a man that I love and we are expecting our first baby later this year and-”

“Harry Styles? That’s who you married?” Harry is about to step in when you walk around the table so you’re just a few inches from your ex, your eyes are set in a hard glare as you look up at him and Harry watches the color drain from Cody’s face as you reach up and grab his necktie and give it a hard yank making him lean his head down so he is now looking you in the eyes.

“If you say one more thing about my husband I will make sure you leave here in the back of an ambulance do you-”

“Baby.” Harry’s voice is smooth like velvet as he places your glass of water down on the table before he comes up behind you and puts his hands on top of your shoulders and leans down so his lips are right next to your ear as his eyes lock on Cody’s. “Let him go sunshine.” Cody’s eyes are wide and his breathing is uneven as he stares back at Harry, silently begging him to get you to let go of his tie that’s slowly been tightening around his neck.

“But he’s-he’s being mean.” Harry has to swallow down the anger that’s building inside of him as your voice comes out shaky. He gives your shoulders a gentle squeeze and places a soft kiss to the side of your neck making you let out a sigh as your grip on Cody’s tie loosens.

“I know sweetheart but he’s not worth it okay? He never has been.” You sniffle a few times as Harry’s hands move from your shoulders down the tops of your arms leaving little trails of warmth and tingles along the way. “Let’s go see if they’ve cut the cake yet.” Cody lets out a sigh of relief as you finally let go of his tie completely, your arms falling to your sides in a huff but Harry doesn’t let more than a second go by before he’s turning you around so he can get a good look at you.

“These hormones are making-making me crazy Harry I’m sor-sorry.” You’re on the verge of full on crying as you look up at Harry with watery eyes and flushed cheeks, he just shakes his head as he cups your face in his hands.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He tells you as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead. “You did nothing wrong it’s okay.”

“Nothing wrong? She was practically choking-” Harry stands up just in time to see a fist collide with the side of Cody’s face making him drop to the ground in the middle of speaking.

“For the love of god do you ever just shut the fuck up? Jesus you’re a bloody plus one not even an invited guest so act accordingly you fuckin wank.” Niall snaps as he stands over Cody while rubbing his knuckles, Harry looks from Cody who is groaning in pain on the ground then back to Niall who is looking at Harry with an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry did you wanna do that? I didn’t-”

“Niall Horan you can’t just go around punching people during a wedding reception.” Amelia scolds her fiancé as she rushes up next to him just to give him a smack upside the head making him let out an annoyed huff.

“I had permission!” He defends as he points in the direction of the bride and groom, Ryan gives Niall a thumbs up while Stephanie rolls her eyes clearly annoyed at her new husband’s antics. “M’not just gonna walk up to someone at a wedding and hit em without permission. I may not have a lot but I do have some class.” He adds making Amelia roll her eyes as she drags Niall away from the man still grabbing his face in pain on the ground.

“You know I heard you frat boys were trouble.” Your voice brings Harry’s attention back to you as you place your hands over his that are still holding the sides of your face.

“Yet you married one anyway.” He teases as your hands wrap around his wrists sending familiar little shocks down to his elbows. “So that must mean you like trouble.” You shrug making Harry smile as he leans down so he can place a kiss to the tip of your nose making you let out a sweet little giggle. “I’m proud of you. Who knew my sunshine girl was capable of dropping f bombs and choking someone by their tie?”

“He just made me so mad I couldn’t even see straight.”

“Seems to be the main effect he has on people.”

“I didn’t embarrass you did I? I’m so sorry-” Harry hushes you with a few pecks to your lips.

“You didn’t embarrass me baby you just stood up for yourself and that’s okay. Besides you’re surrounded by a bunch of dudes who used to do dumb stuff all the time so trust me no one is going to give you any crap about it and no one even likes Cody anyway.” He reassures you as his thumbs gently run up and down your cheek bones.

“What kind of stupid stuff did you used to do?” You ask with a raised brow as your hands give Harry’s wrists a little squeeze.

“One time Ryan and Niall tried to convince the house to throw a clothing optional party and they did it by giving us a power point presentation while just in a pair of socks.” You laugh as Harry tells you the story and he grins at the sound because there’s nothing like the way your laugh sounds when he’s the reason behind it.

“Did you end up having the party?” Harry looks around and when he spots Ryan he drops a hand from your face so he can gesture for the groom to head over to the two of you.

“Ryan will you please tell my wife all about our clothing optional party at the house.” You turn and look at the groom whose face turns bright red as he rubs at the back of his neck as the memory of the party plays in his head.

“Uh well it was a huge mistake because uhm turns out girls are more modest than dudes so it was uh-uh a bunch of naked men and not so naked girls so it was probably the shortest party in house history.”

“How long was the party?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“That’s it?”

“Oh yeah that’s all we could take before we made the announcement to get everyone to leave.” Ryan says with a laugh.

“I’m so glad I didn’t know you while you lived in the frat house.” You tell Harry with a very serious face making him laugh as Ryan heads off to talk to some other guests.

“If you would’ve met me while I lived there we would be on maybe our third kid by now and married for-”

“You’re joking right?”

“Baby you knew you wanted to be my wife after our first kiss so no I’m not joking. We would’ve had three extra years together if you met me then so yeah by now we would be married for a while and probably on at least our second baby if not our third.”

“But you were an asshole when we first met.”

“Minor details sunshine.”

“Really?” You can’t fight the smile on your face as Harry places his hands on your hips as he stares at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

“Yes because it all worked out in the end didn’t it?” He whispers as he rests his forehead against yours as you place your hands on his chest.

“Yeah.” He smiles as you bump your nose into his. “It all worked out in the end.”

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