#their ‘wait you got married?’ ‘why’s that so fucking funny?’ ‘to a woman?’ moment

[ickypuppi3]

it chapter two-esque scenario where they all have to meet back up because a gates opened except now the party are like mid thirties and billy and steve have to deal with this weird animosity they’ve got going on because the two of them were hooking up back in school until feelings got involved and it ended badly and billy just upped and left one day but they’re still pining for each other and steve’s divorce just got finalised and billy’s never really dealt with any of his issues and everything sucks until they kiss about it. & then maybe it gets tragic again you know how it is

[v7lgar]

@jegulus-microfic | aimless - april 26 | 698 words part 1, part 2 next part >>

James knew the day he married his wife wasn't the end of the thing he had with Regulus. He knew from the moment he caught a glimpse of him. The voice in his head whispered the whole time while he was making his vow to Lily.

It's not the end yet.

He tried to not think much it much, he tried to ignore it. Because how could he even consider that possibility? He was getting married for fucks sake. He got married, he didn't change his mind. But still, ever since then that voice didn't shut up. It was always there, at the back of his mind.

Regulus was at the back of his mind.

The first year went smoothly, everything was perfect. Lily was a considerate woman. He liked to make her laugh, he liked her. He loved her.

But there was still Regulus.

He saw him a couple of times after his wedding day, he was at Christmas and sometimes at the parties they hosted as a Potter family. Regulus was there, but at the same time, he wasn't. He was like a ghost, haunting James in the middle of the day and deep in his dreams.

The time passed slowly, it was as if he was counting every day. He didn't know why he was counting, he just did.

Maybe the reason he couldn't get him out of his mind was his memories with him that left a scar in his heart. They were always there, he was always there. At the back of his mind, at the pit of his stomach, under his skin.

He sometimes caught himself staring at Lily and thinking about Regulus.

It wasn't fair, yes. It wasn't fair to Lily, hell, it wasn't fair to Regulus either.

But it's just, he couldn't help it.

He told himself multiple times that it was just thoughts, he wasn't going to do something about his yearning for his ex. It didn't do anyone any harm, it was just silly thoughts.

Or so he thought.

The breaking point for him happened in the second year of his marriage.

It was the first time he considered getting a divorce with Lily. It was funny when you think about it, they didn't even argue, yet here he was, considering a divorce.

The more Regulus invaded his mind, the more he became obsessed with it.

Maybe it counted as emotional cheating, maybe it was cheating.

But even the mention of his name made his heart ache under his ribs, he had to take a few minutes to recover himself. He didn't know if Sirius ever caught him on it, if he noticed he was thinking about his brother still. He wondered if Lily suspected the same thing too, she was his wife after all. It led to him feeling guilty almost every moment. He couldn't even drink whiskey on rocks because of the night he met with Regulus he was having that.

As if every road pointed his way, he became obsessed with the idea of him and their memories together.

Here he was, sitting on the balcony on the first floor, drunk as fuck and thinking about Regulus’ soft laugh.

He craved him. He was burning for him.

Maybe it was an aimless effort, but he did the last thing he shouldn't be doing.

He called Regulus.

He never deleted his number from his phone, he wondered if Regulus did. He wondered if Regulus was thinking about him too, from time to time. Did he still have their photos together? Did he delete them already? Maybe he deleted it on his wedding day, maybe it was the day they broke up.

As he waited for Regulus to pick up, he clutched the whiskey bottle in his hand. Praying for him to pick up. It was now or never. He didn't think he could be this brave again. It was wrong, it wasn't fair, yet it felt like he should've done this before.

“Hello?”

James couldn't speak for a moment, it felt like forever.

“Regulus,” he breathed, and he heard something crashing at the other end of the line.

“James.”

Something swelled under his chest. He didn't even think for a second.

“You are unavoidable.”

[brandogenius]

"Once, when they were dining together, a waiter thought they were together by the way they were laughing and blushing, so they brought a couple-themed menu." with julien ☺️❣️

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PROMPT - julien x reader - chocolate cake

Once, when they were dining together, a waiter thought they were together by the way they were laughing and blushing, so they brought a couple-themed menu

“would you not believe what they just gave us” juliens voice quietens down as she shoved the menu towards you. you scanned over the menu, eyes widening at the top of the menu written in bold red cursive letters “couples night”

“do you think we look good as a couple?” you teased, flicking your hair back over your shoulder. julien leaned back in the chair with a scoff. “of course we do. if we didn’t - would we be getting… these overly expensive couple meals?” julien took back the menu, scanning over the contents.

“it’s like.. seven dollars for a slice of cake” julien scoffed. throwing the menu down on the table

“ maybe we made a mistake coming here on valentines weekend then” you scratched your neck anxiously. you look over at julien who looks like she had a lightbulb moment.

“want to do something funny?” she leaned over , leaning closer into you. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “why do i feel scared? what are you doing?”

anything could be possible when julien gives that mischievous smile. she fumbled with the rings in her finger. she took one of them off, shoving it into her pocket.

“julien” you give the older woman a look. she grinned over at you. “trust me- it’ll work perfect”

she quickly stood up, bending down onto the ground on one knee. your eyes widen as you glare “get the fuck up-“ you hear faint gasps and looks as people tune in. julien with her shit eating grin as she holds out her ring for you

“will you marry me?” she proposes, holding up one of her rusty silver rings to you. she waits for your response and clearly everyone else does. phones held out recording the moment.

“yes” you sigh as julien stands up, bringing you in for a hug. the restaurant cheers, bursting out into a fit of cheers and claps.

“i can’t believe you fucking did that” you hiss in juliens ear as she slips on your ring. you place your head in your hands and contemplate everything that just has happened.

a waiter comes over with a smile on his face. placing a plate on the table. you raised your head, a small gasp leaving you as julien laughs loudly.

a small slice of chocolate cake sat in front of the two of you. “congratulations” written in chocolate sauce. julien takes her form and eats a slice of the cake, smirking at you.

“this is what i wanted” she nodded her head

“i got married to you for chocolate cake. is that all i’m worth?” you faked offences. hand held over your heart.

“eh.” julien shrugged “maybe cake and a coffee at most”

you had a lot of explaining to do to the boys when you came home. both of them wondering why you both ended up viral for getting married in a restaurant.

how could you explain you ended up doing it for free cake

[hausofanya]

@USER0326581 JUST POSTED A NEW VIDEO …

CONTENT : candy salad relationship trauma dump with everyone’s favorite rich auntie in training! inspired by @bluwavez ofc! i honestly just wanted to jump in on the trend before it fizzles out… lmao. warnings include violence, scamming, manipulation, breaking and entering, and seok dowon being the most despicable person on the planet. lmk if there’s anything i missed. enjoy!

the video opens up to a little bit of a shaky start—the woman on screen fixing her camera to be help up right. cléo hesitates for a moment before offering the camera a smile, bringing a clear bowl in view before shaking it with faux enthusiasm.

“doing this trend because i saw it going around,” she starts as she places the bowl down, crossing her arms behind it. “my manager won’t let me outside so i’m doing this in place of therapy. crazy right? it’s been so long but i’ve still got nightmares about it. but anyway.”

holding up a bag of sour patch kids watermelon, she begins to share. “in 2020, i was introduced to seok dowon by a mutual friend at a party. we talked nearly the whole night if i remember correctly, and admittedly i was hooked from the first moment. he was charming. pretty face, pretty smile, but gave me his undivided attention. it was.. intoxicating.”

cléo rolls her eyes before continuing. “he asked me out a few weeks later and i said yes. snuck out from my dorm, met up with him at a shitty restaurant, and despite being a rising b-list actor, made me pay for my meal.” she snorts, adding, “not that i minded. but when soompi is telling the masses you made millions off your recent film, the least you could do was pay for a meal.”

“long story short, the reason why he didn’t pay is because he owed the owner’s son money. they found out he was there and nearly got his ass beat. not exactly the best first date, hm?” cléo dumps the candy in the bowl, shaking her head. “first red flag!”

“as i’m thinking hard on it, i think he definitely love-bombed me. he would spoil me for days and then ghost me for weeks on end. only being sweet on me if he needed something and then leaving me high and dry when he got what he wanted.” pursing her lips, she sighs before shaking her head. “there was this one incident on my birthday where we’d argue a week before and i was hoping to be cordial for at least those specific 24 hours. but he embarrassed me by standing up and loudly telling everyone that i was pressuring him for sex despite him ‘wanting to wait until we got married’.”

an incredulous laugh leaves her as she remembers the moment, continuing to giggle as she holds up a bag of air head xtremes. “it’s not funny, it really isn’t. it was terrible. and he did at my birthday dinner!”

“as we continued dating, we kept it on the low because netizens are crazy. you get crucified for breathing wrong in this industry. but somehow, every kpop news outlet in the world found out we were dating through a stalker fan who was madly in love with him. that’s how everything was put on blast back in 2021. and to add to the fucking injury, he paid for the photos to be released!” cléo sends a loaded look to the camera as she pulls another bag of candy in view. “blue raspberry sour straws. my favorites!”

“naturally, the company shut down momentarily. cried my skin dry everyday. matching jewelry, sharing clothes, that and the sort. i’m unbearably sappy and a romantic at heart all to my detriment, i know.” holding up a bag of sour haribo gummy bears, she adds, “then a someone got a hold of my personal phone number and sent me death threats claiming to be his ex. if crazy people attract crazy people, what the hell does that say about me? i’m just trying to sing on stage, what the hell… she eventually threatened to leak my number and my family’s numbers if i didn’t publicly break up with him. to which honestly, get a life. if leaking numbers is your greatest achievement in life, you desperately need to invest that energy into a 9-5.”

she wordlessly dumps the bears into the bowl.

“as the hate campaign was growing and ‘the nation’s boyfriend’’s fans all wanted my head on a pike, his chats also get leaked! which would have been fine, chats get leaked all the time. except they weren’t, and it turns out he was scamming women on the down low while calling them cunts and whores and other despicable thing in the book. the ones about me went viral naturally, so i would like to formally introduce myself as ‘the world’s biggest easy-money slut’! amongst other spectacular and riveting reviews.”

shaking a bag of airhead bites into the bowl, she hums softly. “i think in total he scammed me for around a few thousand dollars. not a lot compared to other women, but you know.”

“mind you, as all this information is leaking left and right, he makes no move to contact me. pr is in flames, twitter is permanently deleted off my phone, and i’m about a month or so into my hiatus. deleted his contact, of course. moniqa and xavier made sure of it. and then a random number starts calling me everyday. texts start coming in asking for money. i knew it was him, deleted the contact. but it got so bad i considered changing my number.”

“then he breaks into my apartment!” cléo reveals the next candy with jazz hands, tearing open the bag of sour gummy worms with a thin smile. “i don’t know what i would have done if min and jinnie weren’t there. i don’t know what he would have done if no one was there. long story short, he tried to attack me and got thrown out of the apartment.” tossing the empty bag to the side, she adds with an air of faux amusement, “so now i can’t even relax until i’ve checked the door’s been deadbolted. how fun.”

pausing on a bag of regular sour patch kids, she lights up suddenly. “oh! i forgot to mention my private instagram was leaked. i’ve had that account since high school, i think. so my entire life was on there. nothing scandalous was found, but it was pretty embarrassing. that’s where they found the most evidence of our relationship. sue me for wanting to take pictures of what i thought was a loving relationship.”

“he releases an apology at the end of 2021 when other actors and women started speaking out against him. remember that one? blah blah blah i truly did love you, whatever whatever. and then when netizens rightfully put the flames under his ass, he tried to sue me for defamation. as if i’m the one who put everything on blast! the audacity of this fucking guy. sky high, i tell you.”

her expression softens for a moment, smiling down at the bowl. “at least i had my friends through it all. i thought them disliking him was overprotectiveness. turns out i need to have my prescription checked heavily.”

cléo snorts as she holds up her candy bowl filled with sour goods. “there’s a lot of stuff i’m omitting still. i know, i know. feel free to send hate to that guy for all i care. i hope he rots in deepest fiery bit of hell.”

setting the bowl down, she gives a cute wave to the camera. “i’m gonna go eat this and watch demon slayer now. bye!”

[holylulusworld]

Eggnog rocks

Title: Eggnog rocks

Summary: Eggnog rocks. Drunk Dean is adorable.

Pairing: (Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader)

Square 10 filled for @spnchristmasbingo (expired): Eggnog

Square 23 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Whiskey

Warnings: drunkness, a hint of alcohol abuse, fun, fluff

Words: 800+

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2021 SPN Christmas Bingo Masterlist (expired but ongoing)

2022 SPN Christmas Bingo Masterlist

“Babe?“ you chuckle as your husband stumbles inside your home. He hums a Led Zeppelin song while struggling to hang his coat up on the hook. “Dean?”

He doesn’t react. Dean is kicking his shoes off. His gloves and scarf end up on the ground.

“That eggnog is something else,” he mumbles under his breath. “Maybe I should have another one.”

You grin. Dean is drunk.

“Fuck, where are my keys,” he pushes his hands into the pockets of his pants. “No! Did someone steal my Baby?” you press one hand to your mouth as Dean opens the curtains to look out of the window. “Where’s my car?”

You could tell Dean his car is safe, but he’s adorable while drunk. He scrunches up his nose as he turns around. For a moment, the former hunter stares into the darkness, but he doesn’t see you.

“Baby is in the garage, Dean. Sam drove you home,” he gasps when you switch the light on. “Why did you drink eggnog? I thought you are a Whiskey man.” You just love to tease your husband. “Come here. Let me help you upstairs.”

You walk toward Dean to help him upstairs. “Ma’am,” he startles you when he jumps back, raising his hands, “you’re sexy in that red flannel and your fuzzy socks,” he hiccups. “But I’m a married man, miss. I cannot go upstairs with you.”

“What??” you laugh.

Dean squints his eyes and looks you up and down. “I love my wife,” he slurs. “I gotta find my clothes and get out of here.”

“Dean,” you giggle as he fights your hands. “Baby, you are home. I’m your wife and you are drunk.”

“No,” he whines now. “’m not drunk miss.” He runs one hand over his chest. “I think I poured eggnog over my favorite shirt. Y/N will get mad. I smell.”

“You smell like Christmas,” you try to cup his face, but he fights your hands again. “Dean, that’s not funny.”

“I’m gonna run away, miss. I cannot stay here,” you sigh this time. “My wife waits for me to come home.”

He sways a little while walking toward the door. “Baby, you are going to hurt yourself. Fuck, how much did you drink?”

“Two…four…six…,” he shrugs. “I poured Whiskey into the eggnog.” Dean looks over his shoulder, grinning.

“You spiked the eggnog,” you chuckle as Dean gives you a once-over. “You’re a naughty man, Mr. Winchester.”

He hums while stalking toward you. “I'm a very bad man,” he husks. “So…so bad…”

“Santa will bring you no present this year,” you point a finger at Dean. “I bet you got all of your colleagues drunk.”

“Sweetheart,” his eyes widen as Dean finally realizes that it’s you, his wife, not some random stranger. “Thank fuck you are here. This woman was wanting to hit on me.”

Dean grips your upper arms tightly and grins like a madman.

“Dean, what are you doing?” you squeak as he presses a wet and sloppy kiss on your lips. “Babe.”

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he wraps you in a hug, forgetting about his strength.

“Dean, fuck. You are smothering me.”

“I’m gonna bring you upstairs and rock your world,” he husks in your ear. “Little Dean missed you.”

“Okay, big boy,” you pat his back. “We got to get you upstairs and into bed.”

He purrs in your ear while nuzzling your cheek. “A bed. Good idea.”

“Dean,” you fight his hands and lips. “Stop. You are drunk and needy. Let’s get you to bed.” He huffs. “Baby, you are going to regret your eggnog escapade so much in the morning.”

“Eggnog rocks,” he mutters.

“If you say so…”

“Morning,” you chirp as your husband tiptoes toward the kitchen. He needs coffee and Tylenol to fight the awful hangover he’s suffering from.

“Sw-“ he grunts, “heart. Not so loud. Please. If you love me you don’t say anything at all.” You smirk as Dean plops down onto one of the kitchen chairs. “Eggnog doesn’t rock.”

“If you spike it with Whiskey it does. It’s not my fault you spiked the eggnog at your Christmas staff party,” Dean frowns as you place a glass of water, Tylenol, and a cup of coffee in front of him. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“It was all their fault. They wouldn’t stop talking about business, money, and shit. I wanted them to loosen up a little,” he mumbles. “I shouldn’t have drank so much eggnog.”

“You’re a cute drunk,” smirking you point at the Tylenol. “Take your medicine, eat the toast I made for you, and sleep some more.”

He smiles softly when you stand next to him to press a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom to get some sleep too,” you chuckle. “Drunk Dean is a naughty man too. He wouldn’t let me sleep…”

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[albertasunrise]

Only You - Why Him?

Masterlist

Summary: Having spent most of your life in relationships that went nowhere. You struggled to trust that this man… this ray of sunshine… wouldn’t leave you eventually. (18+)

Relationships: Reader x Ben Miller

Warnings:Like AO3, I choose to give none. Read at your own risk. 18+ (So was gonna get this up tomorrow but decided to drop it today instead 🙈)

Series Masterlist - Part 1

“He what?!” Ben expelled, his volume taking you by surprise.

“He proposed!” You repeated, trying to keep your voice steady as you spoke.

“And you said yes?” He pushed, heart, beating so hard he was sure you could hear it.

“Yes, Benny… I said yes!” You growled, growing frustrated at his line of questions.

“But why?”

“Because he loves me and I love him.”

“But the prick cheated on you!” Ben snapped and you flinched, your mind momentarily being dragged back to the moment you’d discovered Mike kissing another woman.

“We talked about that.” You scoffed “She was a friend… She’d gotten into his head about us.”

“Us?”

“You and me.” You elaborated “She’d planted doubts in his head… convinced him you and I were sneaking around behind his back.”

“So he decided to do the same?”

“He fucked up okay!” You snarled “We all make em’!”

“He doesn’t trust you if he allowed her to convince him that we were sneakin’ around!” Ben was unable to hide his disbelief “You deserve so much better Stitch!” I “Well, I don’t exactly have a queue of men waiting to do right by me.” You scoffed.

“Why him?” Ben pushed, his tone suddenly vulnerable and your brows pulled together as you pondered his question.

“Why not?”

That wasn’t an answer and you both knew it. Yet neither of you could bring yourselves to question it further. Ben ran a hand through his blonde locks before glancing at the door and then back at you.

“I should go.” Ben piped up after a few tense minutes, pushing himself to his feet “I’ll see you later.”

“Ben!” You called out, hurt and confused by his reaction to your news “Where are you?…”

“I need to get out of here!” Ben replied, back still turned to you.

“Why?” You choked. Your heart breaking.

“Because I can’t watch this.” He replied. Tears falling freely as he walked to your door.

“Can’t watch what?” You called out but he didn’t reply “Ben!”

The younger Miller didn’t reply. He just got in his truck and ignored how you stood on your drive, sobbing as you watched him leave.

You didn’t understand why he’d reacted so poorly to your news.

You’d expected him to be excited for you. You had hoped he’d have held you close and congratulated you on your wonderful news. Not walk out disappointed in you. It hurt you that the man you’d come to look at as one of your best friends had just walked away from you.

If only you’d known why.

…

Benny was on his second beer of the evening. He’d barely spoken a word to anyone but what had confused Frankie to no end was how he’d spoken exactly zero words to you.

He has spared you a few glances but nothing more and it was clear how much it affected you.

Frankie was about to pull Ben to one side and call him out on it when you revealed exactly why Ben was so off.

“So I have some exciting news.” You piped up when Will had finished talking about his latest work drama.

“I hope it's more exciting than Will’s tale!” Frankie teased, receiving a finger from the older Miller.

“Well, I think it is.” You chuckled nervously, smiling to yourself as you lifted your left for everyone to see “Mike asked me to marry him.”

“Well shit.” Will expelled as he grabbed your hand to inspect the monstrous rock they’d all managed to miss “That’s amazing news, congrats!”

“Are you happy?” Frankie asked and you nodded, your eye’s glancing at Ben who was looking elsewhere.

“Ben, aren’t you gonna congratulate her?” Nudged Will and finally Ben looked at them.

“Already knew.” The younger man shrugged, then returned to staring out of the window.

“So how did he ask?” Will asked, brushing off his brother’s response.

“Well uh… its a funny story actually…” You chuckled to yourself “We’d gotten into a fight over something silly… it was stupid! Anyway, we were yelling at each other and then he just sorta blurted it out!”

“Hardly call cheating silly!” Ben grumbled, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“What was that?” Frank asked, brows pulling together as he glanced between you and Ben.

“Nothing!” The blonde replied before pushing himself to his feet and grabbing his empty beer bottle “Need a drink… Be right back.” He mumbled before making his way over to the bar.

“What’s his problem?” Will asked and you simply shrugged, unable to mask how hurt you were feeling.

“I’ll go check on him.” Frankie announced before getting to his feet “Anyone else needs a drink whilst I’m up there?”

You and Will simply shook your heads.

“Don’t Fish!” Ben warned when Frankie stepped up beside his friend, his eyes not leaving the tv overhead.

“I get you’re hurting but-“

“Hurting?” Ben scoffed “I’m in agony.” Ben choked “But what’s worse is that that fucker cheated on her and yet still she ran back to him.”

"He cheated on her?" Ben nodded and Frankie sighed "Like fucked someone else or…"

"She caught him kissing someone else." Ben elaborated "But still! He's an asshole."

“So what… you’re just gonna cut her out because she didn’t choose you?” Frank snapped "He did a shitting thing but she doesn't deserve you blanking her because you got your feelings hurt."

“I’m not cutting her out.” Ben groaned, scraping a hand over his face.

“No?” Fish pushed “Cus it sure looks like it! You’ve not spoken a word to her or looked at her all evening!”

“Fish-“

“You need to either tell her the truth or suck it up because she’s hurting and I won’t stand by and let you treat her like this.” Frankie warned, “I’m not beyond kicking your ass.” He finished before swiping the new beer the bartender had brought him up and taking a long pull “Think about it.”

Frankie joined the rest of the table leaving Ben to ponder what his friend had told him. The pilot was right. He did have to decide. But one choice would mean he’d likely lose you. The other. He’d be in pain the rest of his life.

…

In the week that followed that announcement, Ben continued to be distant.

You’d been sad at first but now as time went on, you just grew angry. Your hectic days had managed to distract you from your issues with Ben but your evenings were often empty. Leaving you time to dwell.

So you had been relieved when Maria had invited you over to do some wedding planning, Frankie hanging around in the background. Very much on baby duty.

"What do you think of an outdoor ceremony?" Maria asked as she showed you some of the ideas she'd saved in a Pinterest folder "Don't you think they look so elegant?"

"They do." You gushed, your eyes almost certainly moulding into hearts "But do you think Mike would like it?"

"I think that man will let you have whatever you want!" She replied, giving you a look that said more than words ever could.

"I suppose you're right but it's his day as much as it is mine." You countered "He has to enjoy it too!"

"You're too kind for your own good!" She chuckled as she poured you some more wine "You spoken to Ben lately?" She asked as she topped up her own glass and you sighed.

"No." You mumbled, taking a sip of the rich red liquid before continuing "I just don't get why he's being like this… I mean I know that he was angry that Mike had kissed that… Well you know but it was my decision to forgive him. What gives him the right to be angry at me?"

"Oh, hun." Maria sighed as she grabbed your hand and gave it a friendly squeeze "Ben's not angry at you. He's just hurting."

"Why?" You asked, your tone jumping from pissed to worried "Has something happened?"

"Well yeah." She replied with a nod "You got engaged!"

"I don't follow…" You trailed off, unsure as to what Maria was getting at and the older woman sighed.

"That boy is head over heels in love with you." She stated, smirking when your eyes almost popped out of your skull.

"He's what?"

"He's in love with you." She repeated.

"Bullshit." You scoffed as you took another large gulp of wine.

"It's the truth hun." She continued "Frankie gave him an ultimatum at the bar the other week. Tell you or suck it up… I guess he's not done either."

"But he… We never… He's in love with me?"

You weren't sure whether to believe what Maria was telling you. You were waiting for the other shoe to drop. For her to start laughing and tell you that she was only messing with you. Yet she didn't. She just sat there with a sympathetic look on her face as she waited for you to process what she'd told you.

"Why didn't he just tell me?"

"Cus' the boy's a moron." Piped up Frankie as he entered the kitchen to grab a beer "The first night we all went out was meant to be a date… just you and him but at the last minute he panicked and ended up inviting us all."

"He panicked?" You asked and he nodded.

"He's never felt for anyone the way he feels for you." He confessed "You make him stupid and his behaviour right now is him being exactly that… Stupid."

"I need to go talk to him." You said as you grabbed your wine and necked the last of it, hoping it would bring you some courage.

"Let me take you over at least!" Frank offered, placing his unopened beverage back into the fridge.

"What are you going to tell him?" Maria asked as she handed you your coat.

"I uh… Well shit, I haven't thought about it." You replied honestly as you looked between the couple nervously.

"How do you feel about him?" Maria asked you and you sighed.

"I'm crazy about him." You confided, a nervous smile crossing your face "I didn't think… That night we met and you were all there I just assumed he wanted to be friends. I never thought for even a second that he liked me."

"Then you need to tell him that." Maria stated plainly as she gave you a warm smile "You need to be honest with him and yourself… before you marry the wrong man!"

"You ready to go Hermosa?" Frankie asked and you nodded.

"Let's go."

…

Frankie pulled up outside Ben's building and gave you a warm smile.

"Call me if you need anything okay?" He stated and you nodded, leaning over to give him a hug before jumping out of the car.

You skipped to the door of his building and typed the code in, heart racing as you sprinted up the stairs two steps at a time. When you made it to his floor, the hallway seemed to stretch on forever. Then coming to a stop outside his door, you let out a shaky breath before knocking. Hands shaking from a mixture of nerves and excitement.

The moment the door opened your heart stopped. It wasn't Ben that greeted you. It was a beautiful woman with long blonde waves and stunningly green eyes.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a sickly sweet tone.

"Is Ben in?" You asked and she nodded before calling for him over her shoulder.

She moved out of the way so that Ben could take her place before placing a sensual kiss on his cheek.

"Don't be too long." She purred before slinking out of view and you could swear the sound of your heart shattering echoed through the hall.

"What are you doing here Stitch?" He asked, his tone making you flinch.

"I uh… Well, I came to tell you something but uh… It seems like I caught you at a bad time." You choked as you blink furiously in an attempt to stay your tears.

"Tell me what?"

"It's not something I want to discuss in the hallway of your building." You growled, angry tears pushing through despite your best efforts.

"Well as you can see I have company so can it wait?" He asked and you sobbed then.

"Got I'm so stupid."

Ben's brows drew together then as he watched you fall apart. You didn't even try to stop the tears. You just let them fall freely as you started to fumble for your phone.

"I need to go." You said, panicking more when you failed to find your phone, only to groan in frustration when it fell from your pocket and clunked on the floor.

"Woah. Stitch… What the hell is going on?" Ben pushed, grabbing your arm when you attempted to retreat.

"Get off of me." You growled, eyes burning as you glared at him and he shrunk back but didn't leave "I knew they were wrong." You scoffed "Knew there was no way that it was true."

"That what was true?" Ben asked, his confusion plastered all over his face "What are you talking about."

"Frank and Maria told me that you were in love with me." You growled "Clearly they were mistaken." You finished before bringing up the number you needed and pressing call "Bye Ben."

The younger Miller stood there in shock, his mind taking longer than he would have liked to catch up with his feet. When he'd made it to the main entrance you were hopping back into Frank's truck, the man had stopped at Ben's local liquor store to fetch more wine for his wife.

Ben called out for you but he knew he was too late. You were out of earshot and speeding out of site and he sobbed as he watched you leave. Cursing his decision to call Kayleigh. He'd hoped that some no strings attached sex would help him work out some frustrations. He'd never thought for a second that you would turn up at his door.

Yet you had and the expression you wore… One of heartbreak and betrayal would be permanently seared into his memory for the rest of his life. He knew he had to make this right… He just wasn't sure how.

…

You'd ignored every call and message from Ben. You'd declined drinks with the group. You'd barely left your apartment. You hated the fact you'd let Frank and Maria get your hopes up. You'd known deep down that there was no way that Ben liked you… so there was no hope in hell that the man loved you. He was well out of your league and you were painfully aware of that. If you were being honest with yourself, you knew that Mike was too but for whatever reason, the man had chosen to spend the rest of his days with you so it gave you some comfort to know that you wouldn't end up alone.

Maria had been hounding you all day to go to the bar with them. Mike was out of town on business and she'd thought that it would take your mind off of being alone. Little did she know that Mike wasn't the reason you had been so withdrawn. She had finally relented though and so that is how you had found yourself drinking wine alone and watching reruns of friends.

BANG BANG BANG

You groaned as the sound echoed through your house. You weren't sure who could possibly have decided to visit you at 9 pm on a Saturday and if you were being honest with yourself, you were in no humour to entertain.

BANG BANG BANG

You angrily pushed yourself to your feet and traipsed over to the door, opening it aggressively as you went to glare at the offender.

"What do you…" You trailed off when you saw a sad and flustered-looking Ben in your doorway. "Ben… What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk." He answered breathlessly, brows pulled together tightly "Can I come in?"

You held the door open wider and motioned for him to enter, watching him as he made his way over to your couch and perched himself on the edge. You followed him and sat down on the couch across from him, watching him closely as you waited for him to speak.

"So… You wanted to talk." You grumbled, "So talk!"

"You said that Frank and Maria told you that I was in love with you." He started and you nodded.

"Clearly they were way off base." You scoffed, grabbing your wine and gulping the last of it down before grabbing the bottle to replenish it.

"They were telling the truth." He piped up and your hand stilled as your eyes drifted up to look at him "I fell in love with you more or less the moment I first saw you."

"But-" Ben held up his hand and you stopped talking.

"I kept trying to figure out ways of asking you out but I kept bottling it." He confessed as he wiped one of his large hands over his mouth "I'd never been so nervous to ask someone out before but then… I've never felt like this about someone before."

"Ben…"

"Then you and Mike started dating and I'd missed my chance." He choked "So I convinced myself that I would get over you… that these feelings would fade only they didn't… They got worse and then you caught Mike with that other woman and I dared let myself hope that the universe was giving me another chance…" he trailed off, tearful eyes locking with yours as he let out a shaky breath "And then you told me that you were going to marry him and my world fell apart."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" You wept, tears slipping down your cheeks as you held his gaze.

"Because I didn't want to lose you." He confessed "But I also didn't know how to cope with these feelings so I decided that maybe a casual fucking situation would help me keep my mind off it but… Sex doesn't fix shit."

"Ben I…" You pushed yourself to your feet and started to pace "I just… I don't-"

Ben stood up and grabbed your shoulders, eyes locked with yours.

"Baby I love you… and I am so sorry that I hurt you but I was fallin' apart."

"I'm with Mike." You sobbed but he just shook his head.

"You don't have to be."

"I said I'd marry him."

"You can change your mind." He stated, his breath mingling with yours as he edged closer and closer to you "You can choose not to."

"Ben… Ben I-"

He stopped you with a kiss. His lips were soft against yours and his beard prickly. It was all different and all so perfect. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his firm body before he laced his hand in your hair and deepened the kiss. You moaned when his tongue started to dance with yours and your core throbbed as he started to kiss down your neck.

"Ben… please."

"What… What do you want?" He breathed, his tongue laving your skin and driving you mad.

"Fuck me…" You whined "I want you to fuck me."

He tore your shirt open without ceremony, buttons pinging off the walls and the floor. He groaned when he pulled it down your shoulders to reveal your full breasts and normally you'd be self-conscious of the fact that they aren't perky or small but with Ben, you weren't. He pushed you back onto the couch and quickly latched onto one, sucking and flicking it with expert precision.

"Benny." You whined, your centre aching for him "Please I need more."

He pulled back so that he could tear off his shirt and pull down his shorts. Revealing his aching passion for you to ogle at from where you lay. Then he was on you again, kissing down your body. Nibbling and licking at your most sensitive areas before coming to a stop at your mound, still hidden beneath your sleep shorts. He looked up at you for silent permission which you gave with an eager nod of your head and he pulled down your shorts wearing a shit-eating grin when he revealed how soaked you were for him.

He dove straight in. Licking and sucking at your little bundle of nerves and pulling sounds from you that you didn't even know you were capable of. He was good with his mouth, amazing but it just wasn't quite enough to push you over the edge. Sensing this Ben pushed two fingers into your heat and crooked them just right. Sending you hurtling over and you gushed into his mouth as you screamed his name.

You didn't even have time to be embarrassed that you'd made a mess of him as he was pulling his briefs down and pushing into you quicker than you could blink. He was big. Filling you more than you were used to so you help him still a moment as you adjusted to his size, choosing to sloppily kiss him in the meantime.

"You feel so perfect." Ben purred as he started to thrust a little, each drag of his length inside of you setting off fireworks in your belly "Dreamt of this."

"Mmmm… Me too." You purred as you grabbed the globes of his ass and urged him to go faster "Fuck me, Benny… Fuck me harder! I can take it."

Ben didn't need to be asked twice. He snapped his hips back and forth with deadly accuracy, hitting your G-spot over and over again. You dug your nails into the strong muscles in his back as you sobbed from the pleasure this man was bringing you. You could feel yourself edging closer and closer to your next orgasm and Ben could feel it too which only made him double his efforts.

"Cum for me beautiful…" He purred "Let me feel you."

It took a dozen more thrusts to have you gushing and squeezing him, dragging him right along with you. Then the two of you lay there, panting and glistening in sweat as you revel in your post-sex high. He rolled onto his side and you rolled to face him, smiling as he cupped your cheek and kissed you sweetly.

"We shouldn't have done that." You said softly although you were struggling to regret it.

"I'm sorry but I am not sorry that this happened." Ben confessed "I love you and I think you love me too… So you need to choose…" He trailed off, his expression turning serious.

"Me, or Mike!"

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The M word (Ajak x F!Reader) part 2

(part 1) (part 3)

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fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was all you could think about as you ran as fast as your immortal legs would carry you. You didn't even bother to be careful with the relics that adorned the ship (priceless but dispensable), this was a life-or-death situation. You had to get to Ajak before Ikaris and avoid being hunted by Thena.

"Just wait for Makkari to come back!" you heard Kingo's voice behind you, probably having joined Thena in her hunt for you. "You can't escape this, Y/N!"

"Why can't you be a normal family?!" you yelled back, picking up your pace.

You knew the man was right, though. You were lucky to have discovered their plans while Makkari, Gilgamesh, Druig, and Sprite were away because any one of them could have easily stopped your escape.

Although, you had to admit that the whole situation was quite funny, at least you knew that you were accepted in this strange, large but beautiful family and that was something you were grateful for.

All the Eternals treated you with respect and affection, some as a child (Gilgamesh and Phastos), most as a sister, and Ajak...Ajak treated you as if you were the only important thing in the universe. It was a new feeling for you since you had spent too much time alone, but now you couldn't imagine a life without her, and you hoped you would be brave enough to tell her one day.

"Y/N!!"

But today would not be that day!

Thena yelled after you, snapping you out of your thoughts, and you managed to react just in time to dodge one of Kingo's energy balls. You smiled to yourself when you saw Ajak's door down the hall. Unless Makkari appeared out of nowhere, you were almost 100% safe.

"It's just a dress!"

"Over my dead body, Kingo!" you shouted back

"Don't tempt me, Y/N" Thena said and you could hear her smile grow on her beautiful face.

"Ajak!!!" you yelled "Come and control your sister, cousin, daughter, best friend, ex-girlfriend, or whatever the fuck Thena is to you!"

You could hear Kingo's laugh and the blonde's slightly amused grunt, but you didn't have time to think about it much when your girlfriend's door opened just in time to let you in, closing firmly behind you seconds later.

Because of the speed, you couldn't stop in time, so you ended up landing on the bed, rolling and crashing into the wall.

"Y/N! Are you okay?!"

You grunted and rubbed your nose as the woman knelt beside you, her hands ready to heal any scratch, however small, she might find on you.

"I'm fine" you said, letting her check your face "but this is getting out of hand"

"I know," she sighed, feeling a little better when your nose returned to its place "I thought they'd get over it after a while."

"It's been, what? Three months?"

"Five" she corrected you

"Five, and I think it's just given them more motivation" you said

Ajak sighed and leaned back against the bed, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt terribly guilty for dragging you into all this chaos. When the other Eternals started making jokes and teasing her about the M word, she believed that it would stay just an inside joke, something that, while it annoyed her a little, she could live with.

She hadn't expected Kingo and his (quite real, she might add) wedding plans to open a pandora's box in the family. You were surprised when you found out that the others wanted you to marry her, and it had been quite an uncomfortable conversation for her, trying to explain her feelings, and putting them into words, it wasn't her strong point.

But you had been kind, understanding, and joking, something light and not heavy enough to affect your relationship with her or the way you looked at her (something that terrified her), and for that, she was deeply grateful.

That's when things got intense. The others decided that they would not take no for an answer and that they had already been patient enough to wait for you to take that step yourself, so it was up to them to drag you down the aisle.

Ajak knew that none of them harbored bad feelings for you and that they really wanted to see you happy, she also knew that for the Eternals, this kind of thing lacked the weight that humans gave it, and that if it weren't for the long centuries that they had lived alongside humans, adopting customs they didn't fully understand, marriage would not even be considered at this point.

But the thing was, they didn't realize how awkward it could be for you. You were immortal, but not an Eternal, and you had lived among humans all your life, you understood their ways better than any of them could, and you knew what they were asking for. For you it wasn't just another title, it would really mean a change, and she was terrified to think that it could be for the worse.

"Are you ok?" you asked carefully when you noticed how quiet she was

"I just…I’m sorry" she whispered

"What?" you frowned "why?"

"It's my fault this is happening" she said, feeling the tears well up slowly in her eyes.

"Ajak, what are you talking about?"

"I'm the prime eternal, it's my duty to keep everyone in line, I should be able to order them to leave this matter alone...but I can't even make them respect me"

You gasped quietly and moved a little closer to her, putting an arm around her. It was not the first time that your girlfriend confessed to you that she felt powerless in front of the other Eternals, but you had never seen her cry about it.

"Ajak-"

"Arishem should have chosen Thena, not me" she continued "Thena is a warrior, she has the respect of everyone on the ship, she knows how to take care of herself, she is brave, her voice sounds all over the place and the others hear it, even Ikaris, no matter how much he denies it. She should be the leader, not me"

"But she's not" you said "Thena is all of that, yes, but that doesn't mean that you aren't the same or better than her to lead. Arishem chose you for a reason."

"Or by mistake"

It wasn't the first time the older woman had allowed her mind to disagree with Arishem either. Ever since she met you, or perhaps a little before, hints of doubt had begun to flourish in her, making her wonder if her duty was really worth the price the earth had to pay, if she really was strong enough to continue taking that decision, or if she should simply give up, renounce everything and expect punishment for her disobedience. Maybe she was a factory bug and it had just taken her millennia to start bugging.

But you weren't having any of that. You carefully eased yourself into a better position, spreading your legs so that she could fit between them, and gently pushing her until her back rested against your chest. Your hands encircled her waist and you intertwined your fingers with hers.

"You know? Gilgamesh is strong, but I've seen you lift 25 tons without breaking a sweat, Ikaris flies, but I've seen you do it too. Kingo's energy balls? I remember once you decorated the room with them. Phastos is brilliant, but he would have kept himself in his workshop if you weren't listening so intently. Druig and Sprite would have gone crazy if you didn't remind them that they have a family. Makkari is great, and we all try hard to keep up with her, but at the end of the day, it's you who understands her best, who listens to her even if not a sound comes out of her, and don't get me started on Sersi, we both know you're everything she aspires to be, she admires you more than anyone "

Ajak smiled a little to herself as she remembered the sparkle in the girl's eyes every time she stopped to talk to her or urged her to continue exploring her abilities. Of all the Eternals, Sersi felt like a daughter the most, even more than Sprite, and so she did her best to remind her that she saw her, that she was important.

"And Thena" you continued, feeling the woman tense a little "Thena is a warrior, she is beautiful and strong...but she is broken. Her mind is divided, she is not always herself and she can be dangerous, although we all know that she would never hurt us of her own free will. Gilgamesh helps her, but it's always you who brings her back, she needs you, just like the rest of us. Arishem wasn't wrong, he chose you because he knew only you could keep them all together. They're a team, but you're the one who makes them a family."

The woman closed her eyes again, letting more tears roll down her cheeks as a familiar warmth pooled in her stomach, just below where your hands met. She didn't understand how you always managed to make her feel better.

"I don't deserve you" she whispered

"No" you agreed "you deserve more"

It was the woman's turn to frown and she slowly opened her eyes, turning her head slightly so she could look at you. You weren't crying like she was, but there was a deep sadness in your eyes. You chuckled a little at her confusion and squeezed her a little more before resting your chin on her shoulder and concentrating on your hands. You knew that she knew that you were avoiding her gaze, but you couldn't face her while you were having this conversation.

"I know you don't like to talk about how we met in front of others but...it's just us here right?"

She just nodded, squeezing your hand gently for support and to keep you going, whatever you were going to say to her had to be important because you were shaking. You took a deep breath and remembered in great detail the day your life changed, even though it seemed so far away. 

“I was broken, lost, I had just hit rock bottom and I wanted to give up" you said "I was cold, hungry, thirsty, and I was about to commit a horrible crime that I would have regretted for all eternity"

The woman closed her eyes, also remembering that moment. She had found you in terrible condition, your clothes were tattered, you were dirty, you had blood and bruises everywhere, and your gaze was empty. You seemed like a ghost more than a living being, and she still had nightmares thinking about what could have happened to you if she didn't arrive on time, despite the fact that she hadn't really been looking for you, nor did she know who you were.

"You stopped me, and I'll always be in your debt for that" you whispered "And I…I thought you'd leave after that, that you'd just walk away from me like the ones who had stopped me before had."

But she wouldn't have been able to. She knew from the moment you looked at her and your eyes sparkled with life again, that she could never leave you. But she didn't say it out loud.

"But you didn't" you continued "you...you saw through my cracks, you looked at me, not at the broken doll, but at the soul beneath all that chaos. And you found something...something worth loving. And I...I've tried to honor that all this time, I've tried to prove that I'm worthy of you, that I'm not going to let you down...I guess that's why it hurt so much when you were so firm and clear in rejecting the idea of marriage

Ajak gasped audibly and pulled away from you carefully but firmly. Her mind, which had been trying to catch up with everything, to assimilate the tender but powerful confession you had made to her, suddenly went completely blank.

"You…you wanted to get married?" she whispered, not sure if she really said it or she just thought it.

You just shrugged, staring at the ground. The woman's warm hands went directly to your cheeks, gently cupping your face, guiding you to force you to look at her. You didn't know how to feel under the intensity of her gaze.

“But you…you acted as if you didn’t”

“I tried to be supportive of your choice” you confessed “besides, it hurt less if I pretended it was a game”

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

"For what?" you asked "anyway, now I know your position in this and my place in your life"

"Y/N, I don't-"

"It's okay" you smiled sadly "I promise I'll keep trying to be better...maybe one day I'll be worthy of you"

"You are already more than I deserve" she said "forgive me, forgive me for not realizing this, how you felt, forgive me for-"

"You don't have to apologize for anything, Ajak" you interrupted her "you had no way of knowing...besides, at least I hope that when you're ready to take that step...it can be with me"

"It will be" she promised "there is no one else I would want to take that step with"

You smiled and pressed your forehead against hers, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth and the familiar scent coming from the woman. You adored these intimate moments where your soul confirmed that you only belonged to her. Too bad it was in such gray circumstances, and with her tears still falling on you.

"Are you alright?" you asked

"Y-yes, I just..." she sighed "No, I'm not. I'm scared, Y/N"

"Of what?" You frowned at her, gently guiding her until she was straddling you, her hands never leaving your face.

"There's a reason why I rejected the idea" she said "And I promise you it has nothing to do with my love for you, or because I don't consider you worthy. It's me. I'm the one who isn't worthy of you"

"Ajak-"

"I'm afraid of not being enough" she interrupted "I'm afraid that your eyes will lose that sparkle, that one day your gaze will simply pass me by, that you won't look at me like I'm something you want in your life. I'm afraid that things change so much, that we can no longer recognize each other. I'm afraid of losing you because I would lose myself, and the universe would be a terrible and cold void."

"Ajak" you whispered, caressing her cheek "things would change, of course, but they could never change so much that I no longer think of you as the most beautiful star in the sky"

"How are you so sure?"

"Because you loved me when I was fading, and now I know, that not loving you as you deserve, would be failing the entire universe, and that is not a debt I want to accept."

Ajak looked at you for a moment, searching for some trace of doubt in you, but she was only received by the universe in your gaze that she already knew and had fallen in love with. She smiled at you and brought her hands closer to your face so that she could join her lips to yours.

She really hoped she could convey to you in that kiss everything she could never do with words. Eternals were used to changes happening around them, not in them, but now she knew she would do anything if you were by her side, no matter how scared she was.

"I love you" she whispered against your mouth

"I love you too" you smiled

Ajak looked at you for a moment, getting lost in your gaze for a few seconds while her hands played with your hair, before gently biting her lip. You knew she was thinking of something.

"What?" you asked softly

"Nothing"

"Ajak"

"It's just...we're not going to get rid of them" she said softly "so..."

"So?"

"...maybe not tomorrow but...would you consider the idea again?"

You couldn't help but smile before drawing her in for another kiss, a little shorter but more intense than the previous one. Your fingers moved up to her ribs, which earned you a couple of giggles and a gentle push as you pulled away from her.

"Are you sure you're ready to think about the M word?" you asked

"Yes, if it's with you"

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Egotober-25-grave

Part 3 of a glitch in the mirror

TW: homophobia,religious trauma, r@pe,and domestic violence, mentions of attempted suicide, suicidial thoughts

Chase woke up to the sound of his alarm going off and slammed his hand onto it. Getting out of bed Chase made himself coffee and went into his living looking at the mirror on the floor. Hm? Oh yea I took it down because of the person in the mirror heh heh man that was a funny dream. Chase lifted the towel off the mirror and hung it back on the wall. You know Chase, that was dick move. Chase dropped the mirror to the floor, surprised that the man was real and not a dream cracking the mirror. Holy shit you're real. Yea I’m real asshole and ow that hurts. Wait, that hurts? Yes because I’m  BOUND to mirror, remember of course I’m gonna feel it. 

Right- well-um I’ll get some glue and that should work? Right? How the hell should I know this has never happened before but go ahead and try,be my guest. Ok well Chase picks up the mirror taking it into the kitchen and plopping it down alright give me a minute to find it, I know it’s somewhere in here. There got it so…if you're bound to the mirror there has to be a way out right? Obviously but do you know a spellcaster? Hm i possibly know somebody but there a spiritual reader. Does that count? Wait wait, how do you know a spiritual reader since when? Well his name is Marvin, I bumped into him yesterday. I may have ruined his very expensive blouse. He made me buy him a new coffee and before I left he gave me his card. I can't leave you for a moment sunshine but somehow your little accident brought us a lead so thank you. Alright if you're so sure I could give him a ring Chase pick up his phone calling Marvin.

 Ring ring ri- hello this is marvin the magnificent how may I help you today. Hey Marvin is chas-CHASEY BOY how are you? Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon did you miss hearing my sweet voice already? No not really-hey listen I have this thing? I’m not quite sure what he is but he’s bound to my mirror and I need him out, sorry if it sounds far-fetched. No no not at all what it sounds like you have either an entity or a low level demon on your hands. Great, can you remove him from the mirror. Well yea I’ve done the spell a thousand times so it’s a piece of cake the only way it wouldn't be if it was damaged in any way. Erm well I dropped it when he spooked me but I put the piece back and now it looks like a fucked up upside down Y. Hm well I can still do the ritual I just need supplies to make it work. Supplies like what? Oh just goats blood,black candles,and sage but I have ⅔ ingredients, I just need the blood to bind the crack. O-oh blood sounds good heh. Yup and we need to do it over said entities' grave, if he’s buried in the state of America. Is he? Well I don’t know I’ll ask hey Anthony were you buried here? Yea I was buried in kosher county it’s three hours from here heading west. Welp marv did you hear that? Yup loud and clear the only problem is it’s fours hours away from me so I’m gonna have to go. Alright marv I’ll call off work today and I’ll start heading over myself, We'll meet at the entrance. Sound like a plan for you two? Yup. Yea I just wanna get out of here already. Alright Anthony give me five minutes to get ready then we’ll head out. Hm. 

*1 hour of driving later*

Say Chase, what's your story? What do you mean? I mean why are you here in the ass backwards of nowhere. Hm, it's a long story. I mean we have 2 hours left so tell me your story and then I’ll tell you mine. Why? Just making conversation is all. Well It started with my parents. I was a straight A student, always followed rules, never got into trouble, went to church every Sunday even my parents were your stereotypical construction manager and my mom was a stay at home mom but were also your stereotypical conservative marry a good woman they would say, have lots of children. 

But I remember when I started crushing on my friend Kevin. At first I thought these feelings were wrong but after two years of trying to ignore it I just couldn’t anymore and one day after church I asked Kevin to meet me in a secluded part of the church and I confessed to him granite he felt the same way. So I may have tried to kiss him in my excitement. I didn't notice my parents saw the whole thing. …it.. did not end well. My parents calmly took me home and as soon as the door was shut my mother started screaming at me how I was a disgusting person and that she didn’t want a kid like me so she started choking me but my dad intervened and told my mom to go back to the kitchen. 

I still remember the wine bottles she drank, the tears that she wept, the insistent praying for me to be normal. Then she came stumbling back to the living room saying she was gonna kill herself because I was a dirty boy kissing scumbag but my dad quickly got her to calm down and sleep then my dad told me to follow him and I did. We went into the backyard and he told me to put my fists up and fight him. I told him I wasn’t gonna fight him because I didn’t know how to fight but he didn’t like that answer so he just started wailing on me, kicking me, at one point he even threw me into the small pool we had. He held my head under the water. 

I was so close to passing out but he pulled me out before I did. In my 13 years of living I never once got so scared. He told me that if he ever caught me kissing another boy he would shoot me himself like a wild animal. I got the message loud and clear so I never spoke to Kevin again and if I did see him I avoided him like the plague. I also remember the day after that all happened I was so bruised that it hurt to breathe but I lived with the pain. Also after that I shut down emotionally for a long time. Until I meet Stacy, she was great and all but I only like her as a friend but my parents were over the moon I brought home a girl so I asked her out. Kinda thought to myself if I date her long enough I’ll eventually fall in love with her and I did but it did happen until the wedding. Don’t get me wrong she was very beautiful in that dress but all I wanted to do was run away from it all. 

But I married her anyways heh we celebrated until 3 in the morning by that point we called it quits for the night and all I wanted to do was sleep but…Stacy had other plans. She wanted to ”do it” you know but I refused saying I was too tired and that it was late but she didn’t take no for an answer saying it was a man’s job to pleasure her and that I owed her this she also started lightly choking me. It wasn't enough to cut off my breathing but enough her nails started to cut into my throat so I reluctantly agreed and we did it. I don’t think I ever felt so hollow before and I shut down again and then it got to the point where I sneaked out of bed and huddled myself under the warm water to try and get the feeling off of me. I also broke down crying for three hours straight because it just felt so wrong. I felt disgusting and I wanted to kill myself but I didn’t. 

I got out, dried myself off, crawled back into bed and practically slept huddled back to her on the edge of the bed kind of way. I only got an hour of sleep because I was so paranoid she was gonna do it again. The next morning wasn’t great either with my dead look and her happy expression it wasn’t hard to see what went on and everyone was so happy for us saying man I knew Chase was a dog and that I must have taken her to town and back so much I didn’t get any sleep or happy wife, happy life am I right? But I wasn’t happy at all. I wanted to push and scream at people but I didn't. I held my tongue and quietly nodded the whole time just mentally checking myself out that I don’t remember the drive back to my parents place so we could get a family picture together because they couldn’t make it. I don’t even remember the drive back to the small one floor house me and Stacy bought no matter how much I try to remember but it went on like that for ten years every time she demanded that I would mentally check out then sit under the water for an hour or 2. One day while we were in the middle of it she said to me Chase I want a baby and I actually stopped for a minute to comprehend what she said and she took it as an excuse to get rid of the condom, flip me on my back, and got at it again.

 I tried to stop her saying I wasn’t ready, that we weren’t financially stable enough for it but she ignored me so I tried to physically stop her but she slapped me so hard I was seeing spots in my vision for a couple of minutes that I didn’t realize well you know how babies are made no need to explain further…after it was all said and done I started working for extra hours or I just didn’t go home for hours on end going for walks just doing something so I wasn’t near her for 8 months then I get a call from the front desk at my job statin gn that she went into labor and was having the baby so being the good husband that I am rushed to her side and tried to comfort her but she kept yelling at me that it was my fault and that I did this to her. I just shut my mouth and kept holding her hand until I heard my son’s wailing the doctor congratulated me on the baby boy, Stacey go to hold him and I just sat there for a while staring into nothing wishing I was somewhere else. 

She didn’t even ask me what I wanted to name the kid; she just did it herself. She named him Kristen Mathew Brody and we took him home after a week, I did everything for stace until she healed enough to move on her own I tried to pick him up and hold him for as long as I could but I felt gross holding him but I pushed down those feelings because he didn’t ask to be born and I didn’t want to be like my dad with him. He deserved to have a dad who would love and hold him regardless, unconditional. Hm I remember one night I got back from working a 16 hour shift I quietly walked in and undressed, made sure to take a shower and climbed into bed. I only got 5 minutes of sleep before he started wailing. So I got out of bed and held him quietly, shushing him telling him everything alright dads here and all that stuff but I somehow woke Stacey up and she wasn’t happy about it. 

She started screaming and it was making Kris cry even worse. I said to her in a calm voice, "Please don’t scream your making Kris’s crying worse so I turned my back to her and consoled Kris. I didn’t hear her pick up the ceramic lamp we had and throw it at my back. It made contact and all I felt was pain so I collapsed to my knees making sure not to cry or fall onto Kris but the noise made Kris start crying and this time worse. So I rushed myself to the hospital with a screaming baby. I had to get 15 stitches in my back while holding him in my arms after they did a quick check up on him. They asked how it happened and I told them that I fell backwards while taking care of him so the doctor told me that I was irresponsible for doing that. I couldnt tell the truth anyways they wouldnt believe me. So I drove home and build a pillow barrier around kris and layed on  my stomach for the rest of the night. Unbeknownst to me, after I left stace ran to her parents house and told them I hit her and threw the lamp at her. While I was asleep her father burst through the door and dragged me into the front lawn and proceeded to beat me black and blue saying I should never have treated his little angel like that and had to apologize to her right then and there.

 Didn’t they see the stitches Chase? Yea they did but they didn’t care. They only care for their sweet little angel Stacy after that whole thing it drove a crater size gap in our relationship. Truth be told I only stuck with her was for Kris could have both parents growing up. If we didn’t have Kris I would have packed my bag and disappeared forever. So our feuds went on for a while and before I knew it Kris was turning 4 so I asked him what he wanted and he told me he wanted a giant stuffed pink bunny so I said alright but I’ll see what I can do. So I looked online and there was a woman that would do the job for 1,000 dollars so I got to work doing overtime just so he could have that bunny but he didn’t make it they both didn’t. I was at work when it happened when I got that call saying someone broke into the house and killed them both. I just froze. I didn't know what to do. I obviously went to the police station and they detained me for questions because I was their number one suspect. But i answered everything truthfully and i had physical proof i wasn't there when it happened but they didn't believe me so they kept me for three days so they could search every avenue.  As i said they came up with nothing to pin against me so they let me go and i had to go back to that house but i JUST couldn't at least not for 24 hours so i stayed at a motel for the night and when i went back i was praying it was all a dream. That as soon as I pulled into the driveway Kristen would come out and greet me. But i didnt happen and before the week was up I gave everything to staces family or whatever they didn't want. I just sold for extra cash and sold the house. It went up pretty fast. There was a new starting family that immediately bought it. I actually got to meet them…nice people. And then I just headed out to wherever I wanted.What about your job?Oh yea forgot about that when i was being interrogated my boss called and said i was fired he didn't want a murder on his payroll. Plus by that point if I wasn't being looked at as a murder there was the look of pity. It got to the point where it was driving me up the wall so that's another reason why I left to a place where nobody knows me. So what do you think? Pretty messed up life am I right.…chase…if this spell works how about me and you have a couple of drinks. What do you say? Heh sounds good anthony sounds real good. Anti.Anti? Thats my nickname, anti its what i would like to be called.Alright anti it is.

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Plot Points for @devil-in-the-details-ay

@saltysupercomputer - I know you have been waiting for this one especially and hold on...it gets...intense

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This one took a while to work out...just the plot points are over 1600 words and the end I just started a list because lawd.....

Odin has the decapitated head of Mimir who acts as an Oracle and gives him information.  Odin and Astaroth are on good terms.  So, Astaroth takes Yara to meet Odin and Freyja.  While Odin takes Astaroth in to speak with Mimir, and see if the decapitated god-head will give Astaroth any information regarding Yara’s mother…and whoa boy will he…Freyja takes Yara to meet their pantheon’s Goddess of Death - Hel.  

Mimir is very fond of Odin, and as soon as he is introduced to Astaroth, instantly knows why Death is there.  Both Odin and Asti are confused when Mimir starts laughing though.  Asti asks him what is so funny about his mission there?  Mimir tells him that he has no clue who he is now married to and the contract they both signed holds no weight because the one who “forced” them to sign it held no power over Yara.  This causes Asti to step back.  The power he THOUGHT that Lucifer had over Yara was one of the reasons he signed the contract.  That and an old owed favor, but he could have gotten out of that.  

Again he asks what Mimir means, obviously completely confused.  Mimir tells him that Yara isn’t a half-demon, isn’t even a demi-goddess but is a being that is as powerful as he is.  Even Odin is completely shocked at this news, not having even detected this as Asti & Yara arrived in their realm.  Asti tells him that can’t be true, Lucifer is a demon.  Mirin starts laughing again and says simply, “and who said that the beautiful creature is at all related to him?”  Both Odin and Asti are left speechless.

Cut to Freyja, Yara, and now Hel also.  Hel, like Mimir, immediately notices something is off about Yara.  She likes it though.  Freyja has brought her a “friend” and she is going to make sure this new friend comes back.  Hel and Asti have been friendly in the past, so it really isn’t a surprise that his wife would fit in with Hel as well, but Hel feels it’s even more than that.  However, Freyja’s introduction of her being Lucifer’s daughter is wrong, the woman is too powerful for that.  Hel knows…they are much the same, but for the moment, she’ll bite her tongue.  Yara has already shared that they are in Valhalla for Asti to speak with Mimir regarding her mother, so Hel is sure that all will soon be revealed, and she is eagerly awaiting exactly what that “all” is.

When Odin and Asti rejoin the women, both of them study Yara, which has her shifting uncomfortably, but the men say nothing.  Hel smirks.  She knows they “know” too.  Freyja is going to make her husband talk later.  She, like her husband, hasn’t detected what Hel did.   Odin makes Asti promise to bring Yara back after they have made their “trip” to let him know how things go.  Asti promises to.  Hel smirks even more.  Freyja looks completely confused.  

The first stop is the temple of Anubis in the realm of the Egyptian pantheon.  Instead of encountering Anubis, they find his son, Tarek.  Asti tells Tarek that they need to see his father.  Tarek tells them to fuck off, dad is busy.  There is some back and forth, Maahes ends up showing up because his temple is next door and they’re loud.  As he steps to intervene, Yara steps in the way and puts her hand in the middle of his chest to stop him.  Tarek and Asti can go one-on-one, but she’s not going to let the odds get uneven.  As soon as she touches Maahes…the roar he lets out (he’s the lion headed god after all) silences everyone and has the other two men looking at him confused.

He and Yara are staring one another down.  Maahes knows exactly who she is, but not how she got there, or where the fuck she’s been.  He’s confused, shocked, and trying to figure out how to get Anubis back there w/o freaking Tarek out.  He’s also trying to figure out WTF Asti is doing there w/his niece.  Is the apocalypse happening?

Yara doesn’t know who the tall and powerful male god in front of her is, but she isn’t going to let him intimidate her.  The situation is at a stalemate.  Enter Ma’at.  Maahes roar alerted her to a fight, or so she thought and she has come to render judgment on whatever sibling squabble is happening.  As soon as she sees Yara, her head tilts and she disappears.  Within seconds Anubis appears, problem solved.

Anubis gets the shock of his life - his brother, staring down his daughter who is married to his “co-worker” who has been arguing with his son.  Is this the apocalypse?  Did mom and dad decide to start humanity again?  Where has she been since the dawn of time?  

After a few minutes of no one talking, moving, maybe not breathing, Tarek finally asks the obvious - Dad, what the fuck is uncle Maahes screaming about?

And then, then Anubis drops the nuclear bomb in the room - Yara is literally Asti’s female counterpart and Takek’s sister.  Anubis is her father/a death god, Psyche of the Greek pantheon/a goddess of the soul is her mother.  She is death in female form.

Yara passes out, caught by Maahes.  Asti about does, Tarek steadies him.  Maahes is still coming to grips with Yara being…just being….there after so long.

Isis, Osiris, and Horus arrive.  Clotho, Atropos, and Lachesis (the three Fates) arrive.  Zeus and Hera arrive.  Psyche and Eros arrive.  As soon as Psyche arrives, Yara’s name hits Asti, who wobbles again…butterfly…her mother’s wings…   Primus Sator (Supreme Creator) arrives in the form of a glowing orb of iridescent light .  **Somewhere in here Yara wakes up and is still stunned and just standing petrified and motionless over by Maahes.

Everyone is then transported to a void, an empty chasm surrounded by a multitude of stars in a rainbow of colors. This is the domain of Primus Sator.  Its voice seems to come from everywhere all at once, a chorus of voices deep and echoing.  The mythos of how both Asti and Yara came to be starts to unfold.  The universe must have balance in all things, and where there is not balance, it will force balance.  Yara was the forced balance to Asti.  Asti was created to bring about death, an end, to life…any life…all life…as is the natural course of all beings. Whether he realized it or not, upon his creation, he had chosen the male form.  The balance to male was female.  At the dawn of time as pantheons were being formed, gods born, the universe organizing, there was a male death without the counterbalance.  The universe was unhappy.  Events unfolded that led to the birth of Yara, the female embodiment of the death of the soul, the counterbalance to Asti.  

Then, Yara disappears.  The Greeks blame the Egyptians, who blame the Greeks.  Neither were guilty.  Neither, incidentally, was Lucifer.  He did not have enough power.  It was Terra (Roman goddess) the mother goddess of the Earth.  She stole Yara for fear that when she found Asti that the joining of the two would bring about the destruction of her child, the Earth.  This led to her punishment being her own death. (Working on how Lucifer ended up with her, but he wasn’t happy w/the situation and feared what would happen if he told anyone who she was)  The universe was not amused by her stunt.  Since that day, the Fates have been weaving the tapestries of deities, demons, angels, and other beings to bring about the moment they were all currently experiencing. BOOM!

Everyone has been glancing around at everyone else.  No one is really sure what this means for the present or future.  Tarek feels betrayed, having been told his entire life that he was an only child, and now….YARA!  Yara is CONFUSED.  Asti is trying to wrap his brain around it all, and do so VERY quickly.  Maahes is watching Yara, rather worried about both she and his brother, who kind of lost his sanity for a few millennia the last time she disappeared.

Then Primus Sator drops another bomb, the marriage between Yara and Asti is voided.  Ooooh, that…that gets a reaction.  The Fates gasp.  Yara wobbles, good catch again, Maahes. Anubis looks confused.  The whole Greek contingency does a “wasn’t us” motion, same w/the Egyptians.  Asti, calmly walks over to Yara, takes her hand, lacing their fingers as he does.  “I think not.”   

Asti then literally argues with the being that created EVERYTHING.  I guess if you’re DEATH, you have a certain sense of invulnerability.  

In the end, Yara and Asti stay married. *snort*  

So, there are still some things that are going to need to be handled now that this whole interesting mystery has been handled.

 Tarek is mad at dad

Tarek wants to get to know his sister, and he’s got mad respect for Asti

Yara…she’s not having a good day…she needs a vaca…Asti takes her on one…separate from their island

Maahes…also made respect for Asti, wants to get to know Yara

Both Pantheons, familial relations…ooooh in-laws

Remember the Nordics…yay, road trip!

Lucifer now has a WHOLE NEW set of people who are about to hate him…a lot

Remember that priest?  *insert maniacal laughter here*

The bitch at the bar *rubs hands together*

Ever seen a powerful being have to learn how to use their powers like a new foal learning to walk?

Egypt loses a pyramid…oops…it’ll get it back…being a baby deity is hard

MAYANS EVERYWHERE…

Penguins are a form of god

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The White Lotus Ep 5 and 6 Liveblog

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

Episode 5 thoughts

Tanya is annoying but I hate to see these men con her and belittle her.

The way this couple is looking at Harper is oooo its hot as fuck. Aubrey is so fine too.

The opera scene is actually very sweet but I am still suspicious of this man and his whole group.

Oh they are broke.....damn tonya you are about to be "had".

That is a ginormous secret that Daphne just dropped. Whew lord they better hope that secret doesn't get out because they are in a dysfunctional but happy stable marriage.

"Uncle" or uncle? Cause he has been giving me rent boy since this group showed up together.

Albie might be an actual nice guy but he screams incel at moments, other moments he just seems like a sweet boy trying not to be like his dad and granddad.

I think Lucia is going to have a fiance or something because that guy was like.....hmmm. Oooo or that could be her brother and he is trying to be like "be more discreet".

Episode 6 thoughts

Can these four fuck already cause they're drawing out this jealous power play, and I don't want to come out of this show hating either Daphne or Harper. We as a society really do love a deranged woman.

I want Mia and Lucia to have the best life ever because they done so much for this hotel and only one is being paid.

Ethan is hot but man does he got some serious resentment bubbling against Cameron. It is kind of funny that he was so "IM NOT CHEATING" only to turn around and start thinking his wife is going to petty fuck his "friends". (He definitely may be right based on Cameron's past but I need him to take a second, collect himself, and then bring it up. Oh wait but then he'd have to take his wife's approach.

This 3 generation men trio being turned away from a matriarchy mirrored household is pretty funny. Its even funnier because they may be blood related.

Ethan is bugging! Daphne and Cameron are messy and full of lies but they are really functional. They also clearly do care about eachother whereas Harper and Ethan don't even seem to like eachother. Sexual attraction aside in ep 1 and 2 all he did was talk down on what she wanted to do on the trip. It was pushback from every side and he was the one person who could be like "oh honey that is a great choice" without it seeming ingenuine. I wonder why they got married.

Not these gays about to set Tonya up with a boy toy and snow ❄. I hate it because this group seem to have alterior motives. British boy is drowning himself in alcohol to prepare for whatever meanwhile killing Portia's mood.

Not the replacement ending up an actual creeper.

Boyfriend? Fiancee? Ughhhh oh Valentina is hurt. Hey at least the receptionist is a little aware that it hurts but still wanted to celebrate her birthday.

Ethan has mur der in his eyes. 😭

Granddad realized he might be a bad person after not getting what he's been searching for. The comfort of a woman. 😂 someone has mommy issues for sure.

That's a very pretty martini glass. The stem is so skinny and the bowl/cup area is so thin as well. Very nice glasswork or prop pulled.

I thought for a second they weren't actually going to have a party/a gallery. But they didn't lie about that at least.

A gun? To a blizzard? Oh Tanya please be careful.

Is Valentina not out out? Ohhh she's just never done that. Mia is actually being very sweet albeit forward about this.

Lucia and Albie actually really do like eachother, even if this ends up just a trip romance.

Valentina looks so afraid and Mia is like let me give you a birthday gift.

Jack is a rouse I think in general and especially now getting her to stay away from the villa, but he also being an obnoxious United fan so he should probably sober up.

Ay Valentina get you a lil something something on your birthday.

Not Ethan making up scenarios, this is going to end up so so bad. Especially with all these statues that provoke the mind and expose the truth of everyone's intentions.

I wonder how much of what is happening to or being told to Tonya is false and how much is true.

The reddit super sleuths were right, like how tf did they even catch this all those previous episodes. Albeit that is one of the weaker storyline this season, the Greg or Carl dude Tonya shacked up with in season 1.

Boy toy just out here in his birthday suit but I appreciate that he's taking the gentle approach with Tonya.

SERIOUS! Can someone identify the painting of the woman with the dagger?

Oop not Jack spilling fucking tea. I hope Portia a. Helps Tonya see the light and b. Stops complaining to this boy so it can't be used against her later.

Ep 7/Finale next week woot woot. My prediction is its Cameron, Ethan, and then a red herring. Trailer is looking mighty spicy for the finale. Also, I like that the Italian actors are getting their own moment to shine in certain episodes for their character development and we get to see their post show bts talk back. "All the characters are tragic and funny."

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she should have expected that question, but mikayla hesitates to answer anyway. it's not that she doesn't know the answer— she's always known the answer, she thinks, even if she's spent the last few years convincing herself she moved on. she wants taissa, just as she's always wanted her, for as long as she could even remember, but can she actually tell her that? “ it doesn't matter, ” she sighs instead, brushing it off, because it's the only option she thinks she has.

mikayla did believe she was better, at least for the longest time. the first few years after rescue, she wondered if maybe she wasn't, that maybe tai was still dealing with it all, and that's why she never came to visit mikayla. but when she still heard nothing, when she got out and learned everything that tai accomplished without her, she realized that she had to be better, that tai just didn't need her anymore because of that. “ i thought you were, ” she says, like that helps at all, like that changes the fact that tai isn't better. it's a little funny, hearing taissa tell her that she didn't want her to have to worry about her, because it was the opposite for mikayla. for years, all mikayla wanted was for tai to worry about her, for her to just care at all.

she missed her smile, and more than that, she missed knowing she was the cause of it, that she finally did something right to earn it. she feels more proud of that than she does about the flirting, though that's a pretty close second. she forgot what it felt like, flirting with her, because while it's always come naturally to her, tai's the only person who's ever been able to make her feel genuinely nervous, struggling to find the right words, when usually, she doesn't even have to think about what to say in response. “ maybe i was just trying to be respectful. ” that's never been a word used to describe mikayla desousa, so just the suggestion is laughable, but it's the truth; she felt like it wasn't the moment to try to make a move, not when tai was crying in her arms just minutes before then. “ if you needed help in there, you could have asked. ” she would have gladly obliged, with a little more eagerness than necessary.

hearing tai call mikayla hers makes her mouth feel dry, just the way it did when they were teenagers. she's right, because mikayla's heart always belonged to her, even when she was married to someone else. just like in the high school hallway a few nights ago, mikayla feels hopeful again, like she's finally going to get what she wants after years of heartbreak, years of waiting, years of telling herself it would never happen again, that what she had with taissa is dead. she's ready for it, almost trembling with desire, mouth opening to tell taissa to prove it, and then the fucking phone rings. if it were hers, she would have thrown it across the room and ignored it entirely, but it's not. it's tai's, so it's entirely up to her whether she lets it stop them or not, leaving mikayla to watch as she moves away, saying something about the hospital, and all at once, mikayla remembers who she is— the ex-girlfriend, the almost other woman, if only they'd stop getting fucking interrupted, the girl taissa left behind. of course tai would drop everything to check on her wife, the way she never did with mikayla.

embarrassed for even letting herself believe anything could happen, that they could actually be something again, she sinks into the couch, jaw clenching so tight it hurts, her arms crossing over her chest in an attempt to make herself smaller. she feels stupid, the same way she told herself she wouldn't let herself feel again. her eyes roll in irritation, because of course it was fucking misty, ruining everything as always. or maybe she didn't ruin anything at all, because it reminded mikayla of the reality she's living in, instead of the fantasy she foolishly let herself slip into moments ago, one where she could actually have tai. the news about lottie isn't as impactful as tai seems to think it would be, because mikayla knew about it. lottie reached out to her years ago, giving her the address if she ever needed help, if she ever needed her. mikayla appreciated it, but that didn't stop her from laughing about it, because she never turned to lottie matthews in the wilderness, so why the fuck would she turn to her after?

“ i knew about lottie, ” she grumbles, like it's unimportant, still upset about being stopped at all. “ she reached out to me years ago, inviting me there. i didn't go, obviously. ” mikayla never mentioned it before, because she assumed that everyone else knew, that lottie reached out to everyone— but maybe it was just her, lottie just pitying the girl who killed her own father, who lost the only woman she ever loved as a result. after a moment of thought, she finally looks back to tai, confused. “ wait, what the fuck is nat doing there? ”

her heart starts to race,   and there’s only one question on her mind now.    but she’s not sure it’s ever going to be the time to ask for it,   nor if she convinced that mikayla will be willing to give her the answer.   she thinks she knows,   but holding onto that kind of hope is only dangerous—   because where can they even go with it?   she shouldn’t,   but she asks anyway.   ❝  what do you want?  ❞    she asks,   her voice steadier than she feels,   because she has to brace herself for whatever way she’s sure mikayla will refuse to answer.   

tai looks down,  because she believes her.   she doesn’t need to argue,  doesn’t need to wonder —- of course mikayla would know,   just like she knows she knew the night in the car,   after taissa discovered it herself,   even if she didn't want to believe it then.   she lets out a sigh,   bringing her hand up and rubbing at her tired eyes.   ❝  i know,  ❞    she admits,   quietly,   her eyes locking with hers.   she’s always known,   and maybe that’s part of why she was so scared to be with mikayla for so long,   worried that she would always look at her like that:   like someone who needed help,   someone who couldn’t get through the night,   someone who couldn’t move on from that.   it wasn’t fair to assume,   because mikayla doesn’t look at her like that now,   anyway.      her eyes roll again,   because mikayla’s right,  but taissa doesn’t think she's wrong for wanting to push.    ❝  can you blame me?  ❞    she shoots back.

she frowns,  looking away from her again,  eyes fixated on the floor.   ❝  i do,  ❞    she argues,   her soft tone matching mikayla’s.    ❝  i wanted you to believe i was better,  ❞    she admits,   immediately feeling foolish for it,   but since it’s out there,   she keeps going.   ❝  fuck,  you,  of all people—   ❞    she starts,  but she stops herself again,   her jaw clenching.    ❝  i didn’t ever want you to have to worry about me,  ❞    she says,   quieter now,   attempting to keep her voice steady.

she finally allows herself to really smile when she goes on,   forgetting about everything else for the moment,   which is what she really needs,  because her mind hasn’t stopped in weeks.   but this is the only thing that’s ever truly helped her —-   being with her,    because mikayla grounds her in a way that she hasn’t felt since she was with her back then.   she feels it now,  her heart racing with excitement rather than the usual anxiety she’s felt since her campaign started,   and that’s exactly why she decides to give into the feeling—    because she came here for help, right?    and because she misses her,   misses this,   misses what it was like to feel the thrill that mikayla always gave her,  the way no other woman ever could.   ❝  why’d you give me any?  ❞   she counters,   raising a brow as she starts to lean towards her.    ❝  i asked for a shower.   i never said i wanted to be alone,  ❞     she flirts.

her eyes drift back to her chest,   lingering there for a long moment as her lips purse together and she hums.   in the twenty-plus years she’d been without mikayla,   she never let another woman leave a mark on her the way mikayla loved to—  it always felt wrong,   like they’d be intruding,  because they weren't her,  because tai was always mikayla’s.   her voice makes her fingers tremble slightly against her chest,   but she doesn’t pull her hand away,  only dragging her fingertips against the necklace slightly before she finally responds.     ❝  you were always mine,  ❞     she whispers as her eyes drift back up to hers.   it’s not fair for her to say,   not when she abandoned mikayla,  not when mikayla attempted to move on,  but it's the truth,  and she takes pride in saying it now,  despite all of that. 

she decides to give in fully—-   but before she can do anything,   before she can even hear the way she responds to those words she knows got her back then,    her phone rings.   she hasn’t answered her phone in so long,  avoiding everyone—  the assistant she left in the dust,   her angry in laws.    but the alert makes her lean back,  her hand retreating as tai looks around,   finding her phone on the other side of the couch.   she doesn’t want to answer it,   but when she sees that it's an unknown number,   she snaps back to reality,   and with hardly any sensitivity to the moment they were having,  she lets it interrupt them.   ❝   shit.  it might be the hospital,  ❞    she mumbles,  no time to object,  only answering it as she starts to walk towards the other side of the room.

there’s not a lot of hope in her eyes when she does answer,   because truthfully,  she's terrified of the inevitable call when it is time,   but when she hears the voice on the other end,   her face turns to annoyance rather than disinterest,   eyes shooting back to mikayla again,   finally,   because while things might not be the same between them anymore—- they still have this.  she’s still the one she looks to when she knows they’ll share an opinion.   once she’s off the phone,   the moment she and mikayla were sharing is now in the past,   her expression changed as she makes her way back over to her.    ❝  fucking misty,  ❞    she answers simply,  her brows furrowing as she tries to put the pieces together.    ❝  —-  she’s with nat.   and .   .  .  ❞    she trails off,  bracing herself and mikayla for the rest.  ❝  lottie.  lottie matthews.  says she’s running some fucking .  .  .   wellness center upstate.   how the fuck did i not know she was back?  ❞     a genuine question;    it's not something jessica caught,  apparently.   ❝  i don’t know what the fuck is going on there,  but—  it’s something.  ❞ 

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harrystyles BABY STYLES. OUT SOON.

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harryfan3 AM I SEEING THINGS?

yourinstagram you and me forever.

harrystyles i love you darling.

harryfan5 this is so adorable

annetwist starting up the family ❤️

harryfan2 the way he captioned this like he was releasing a song

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harryfan6 every teenage girl is having a breakdown rn

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harryfan8 harry is now a dilf

harryfan10 “baby styles” sobbing and crying

jacobelordi growing an angel!

harryfan9 this kid already won the genetic lottery

harryfan11 the way he probably wouldn’t have posted this if the paparazzi pics of y/n pregnant would’ve never came out

harryfan13 literally you can tell he wanted the pregnancy private but he had to say something because the pics got leaked

zendaya IM SO EXCITED. PLS COME OUT SOON BABY STYLES!!!

harryfan15 this is so cute

harryfan12 twitter is going absolutely insane rn

sydney_sweeney going to be the best mama out there

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harryfan20 at least we might get another harry

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yourinstagram going on tour pregnant was insane in my opinion. when i told you that i may not want to go you immediately wanted to cancel tour to stay home with me. that moment made me fall in love with you more, if that’s even possible. but the thought of your fans being so excited to see you flooded my mind. i quickly changed my decision after and decided to go with you. after many protests from you we finally were on the road heading to your first show in las vegas. during tour you took care of me when i should’ve been taking care of you. you constantly checked up on me in the middle of your shows even though i was doing fine backstage eating all the food. i appreciate you so fucking much, thank you.

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y/nfan4 y’all gotta thank y/n she’s the only reason why harry went on tour

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[theshelbyclan]

Love Language

Summary: Tommy doesn’t say ‘I love you’.

(Gif by @nofckingfighting​)

A/N: Sweet anon asked: Hello i love you're writing! Can i request a tommy one shot imagine where the reader (his girlfriend or wife) finds out in his office, one of the locked drawers has everytning shes ever given to him? Maybe like love letters or random flowers everything he keep 😍🤍 thank you so mych. This request was so amazing to me, because you it made me feel like you understand this character so well? Either way, it made me think, and this is the result. It’s kinda different but I hope you like it! Words: 1448

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“Tommy?” “Hmm,” the preoccupied reply came. You sounded defeated, against your best efforts, “I love you.”  “I know.” 

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There’s blood on his shirt. It’s the first thing you noticed when he walked in. Not the mud, not his eyes, not his energy, just the blood on his shirt.

“Who’s is it,” you asked as casually as you could. Tommy lit a cigarette in reply. “Are you okay?” “Yes,” he drew out the ‘s’ like he usually did when annoyed or tired. “Who was it?” you continued. “Y/N,” he held up a hand, “not tonight, eh? Not with the hundred fucking questions tonight, alright?” You remained silent for as long as you could bear, “Just need to know you’re safe.” “You knew who you married,” a low voice replied. “I did.” Tommy stood up again slowly started to walk away.

“Do not,” you hissed, “walk away from me.” “Y/N, what the fuck do you want from me, eh?” he raised his voice, “This is me. This is who I am. And I’m doing it all to give you everything you want. To keep you safe. Alright?” You leaned forward and tried to lock eyes with him, “What I want, Thomas Shelby, is you. In one piece, preferably.” “I know,” he lowered his voice again, “And I understand.” He waved a hand like he was about to say more, but didn’t. “It’s because I love you,” you emphasized. He nodded slowly, “And that’s why I’m doing all of this.”

***

You were sitting at your desk writing. Some people seemed to think that being married to Tommy Shelby was a fulltime job and it could be if you’d let it, but not for you. Even before Tommy you’d been a writer, a journalist and an author of short stories. Neatly you typed them out and send them to the publishers in question. It was the one thing in life that always offered you solace.

“You spelled ‘enthusiastic’ wrong,” you husband commented helpfully after having popped up suddenly behind you. You ripped the page irritably, “Says the man who never even went to school.” “Life taught me how to spell, Y/N,” he sort of joked. “Life taught youhow to spell ‘enthusiastic’? Can’t remember the last time you were ever enthusiastic about anything…” He raised one eyebrow slowly, “How about ‘sarcasm’, can you spell that? Or ‘devil’, how about that, eh?” You pouted theatrically, “Sometimes I’m not even sure you take me and my work seriously…” “Oh, I take it seriously,” Tommy took a drag from his cigarette, “I know it’s enough to keep my wife away from me.” You smiled back at him when he did, but still a pang of hurt went through you: you’d give up everything just to have him say ‘I’m so proud of you sweetheart’. Just once.

***

“Come on,” he whispered. You looked up. “Come on,” he repeated, cigarette hanging from his lips, “let’s go upstairs.” “Why?” you asked, as you already started to follow him. Once inside the bedroom, he started undressing you with surprising tenderness. “Tommy,” you breathed, “look at me. What is it you want?” As a reply without words he gazed at your body, like he was drinking in very detail and getting drunk at the mere sight of it. “You and me, Tommy,” you said in between kisses, “remember it’s you and me. Fuck the rest of them. Fuck your family. Fuck the whole world. I love you and you love me. It’s you and me and nothing can ever come between us, right?” As he took off his own shirt, he gently pushed you down onto the bed.

“You and me, right Tommy?” you repeated, a little breathless as his head disappeared between your legs. “No,” he finally spoke, “you.”

*** Thomas Shelby had a long day of dealing with renegade family and dangerous enemies, so when he got back home, all he wanted was his wife and some peace and quiet.

“I cooked,” you said as you lingered against the doorpost. Tommy looked tired, worn-out, dead almost, with his head in his hands, “even told the cook to take the evening off,” you commented while your voice sounded flat. It was funny, because your emotions were all over the place, but your exterior just didn’t show any of it.

He slowly lifted his head, “You did, eh?” “Thought you might like it…” you fidgeted in spite of yourself. “I pay that cook for her to actually fucking cook,” he grumbled. “Fine,” you snapped, “I’ll feed it to the dog,” and you started to walk away. “Wait…” “What?” You didn’t even really turn around. Tommy sighed again and for a moment it was like he noticed the disappointment in your eyes, “What did you cook?” “Mint leaves. Your favourite.” And then a minor miracle took place and Tommy Shelby actually smiled a little.

***

“You were late today. I waited.” “I’m sorry.” “Are you?” “I am.” “Do you love me?” “Yes.” “Tell me.” “I do. Every day.” “Not with words…” “No, not with words.” “Tommy, tell me again.” ***

You were still half-asleep in Tommy’s arms. His eyes were closed and his breath was steady. Outside, the sun wasn’t up yet, but it wouldn’t take long now.

Next to you, there was a gun on the table. Tommy had just taught you how to shoot. He’d shown you over and over again, even though you’d protested. But he said you might need it one day. On the other side there were his cigarettes and whiskey. His medicine. His comfort. His eyes were closed and his breath was steady. But for how long? How long would it be until he’d die by his own gun, or get killed in some fight? Or met some other girl, prettier and smarter than you? As if he could read your insecurities, he shifted in his sleep and hugged you even closer to him. Thomas Shelby might not be perfect or a gentleman or eloquent when it came to expressing his love, but he did hold you at night.

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“Tommy?” you shouted out through the house, “THOMAS!” “Fucking hell, woman,” his head appeared around the corner, “What is it?” Slightly embarrassed by your own volume, you said, “I can’t find the scissors.” “They’re in my desk somewhere,” he put on his cap and added, “I need to see a man about a horse. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” You made your way to the desk that was always so tidy and neat. So you did as any sensible woman would do and turned over everything in search of a pair of scissors. Nothing. Angrily you threw down a pile of papers. And that’s when you noticed it. One drawer hadn’t been opened at all. When you tried it, you found it locked. But you were a girl from Small Heath and no locked drawer could stop you. In less than twenty seconds you had managed to force the lock en slid the secret hiding place open. Inside there were more papers, neatly stacked and tied together with pieces of string in different piles. Breathlessly you took them from the drawer and examined them one by one. “Still looking for those scissors, eh?” a low voice grumbled in your ear and you practically jumped from fear. “For fuck’s sake, Thomas,” you mumbled as you tried to hide the papers you’d just found. Tommy was eyeing them already, but didn’t say a word.

So you went back through them, “These are the letters I wrote to you, when you were in France. I thought you threw away everything. Your medals, everything…” He didn’t reply. Tears sprang into your eyes as you examined the second pile, “And these are all my short stories. Did you cut them from the papers? Did you really keep them all?” You quickly went through them and they were all there, from the very first one ever published, “And these, my articles…”

Tommy cleared his throat once and cast his eyes down when you looked at him. Lastly there was a small box. When you opened it, you found, “The rose I wore, when we were kids. The one my brother stole…” And now you couldn’t find the words, “I hardly… I didn’t even know you… back then. Why?” Tommy grabbed his case and started searching for a cigarette. “Tommy,” you insisted, “I had no idea. Why did you keep all of these?” “It’s obvious, isn’t it?” he smirked lightly. You stared at the content of the secret drawer and decided that nothing was ever obvious when it came to Thomas Shelby. “Well?” you questioned. “I love you.”

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[erodasfishtacos]

Crackin’ the Code

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

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

word count: 9k

warnings: smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The CEO never fantasized about a wedding. 

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

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

Harry wanted to marry his fiance after their first date.

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

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

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

Don’t get him wrong. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a goddamn waste of a night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t happen often. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was so fucked up.

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

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

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

She was just...everything.

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

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

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

She was confident in a way that girls rarely were. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Harry cannot remember the last time he had been nervous. 

Maybe back in his teenage years? If that. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YN had never felt more out of place.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a relief.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “A relief?”

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

Life didn’t even seem real at this moment. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y’breakin’ the tradition, m’heart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

-

Hair and makeup went fast. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It started to feel real.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The line goes dead but YN feels much better now.

—

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

YN knew she wanted to have an outside wedding. 

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

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

She knew exactly where Harry would be standing. 

Underneath a beautiful, dated archway with intricate designs about. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry rubs his eyes before meeting hers again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YN giggles, returning the kiss before pushing him off. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The guests in the chairs are quite speechless. 

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

The reception is more of a dinner than a party. 

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

It was perfect. 

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

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

There is not much more to say than that. 

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She needs him close, she needs her husband.

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

Harry had always imagined this night. 

To have someone laid out underneath him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Smut #6 please?

Ok Anon...you asked for smut and I’m giving you utter filth! 

Hope you enjoy! 💛

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Prompt: "What, here?"

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language, Smut [18+ Only], Mirror Sex, Semi-Public Sex.

Timeline: Set between C9 and C10 of ‘Brand New Day’.

Two hours. 

For two whole hours, Kate’s mother had chirruped non-stop in her ear about wedding dresses and venues and flowers and colour schemes and Kate was a half-second away from frog-marching Hank down to the nearest courthouse just so she wouldn’t have to listen to one more comment about ‘how beautiful white roses are for table centrepieces.”

When her mother hurried off to discuss the pros and cons of a fall wedding with Kate’s aunt and a few harridans from her social club, Kate immediately went of search of her husband-to-be, eventually spotting him sitting alone in a quiet part of the garden, slowly rocking backwards and forwards on a swinging garden bench. 

“Just shoot me now...put me out of my damn misery.” Kate grumbled, dropping down onto the bench next to him with an exhausted sigh. 

“Not funny.” Hank chastised in response, peering down at her disapprovingly while simultaneously sliding an arm around her shoulders to pull her close to his chest, tugging her denim-clad legs into his lap and resting a warm palm on her shin. 

Darkness had long fallen over the beautiful backyard of Kate’s childhood home but friends and family were still milling around the deck under the glow of fireworks and fairy lights, the sound of Sinatra crooning softly from the bluetooth speakers filling the warm open air around them. Alexis was in a milk-induced coma in Kate’s old bedroom and, for a few blissful moments, it was just the two of them.

“Too soon?” She tilted her head back against the soft cushions of the bench, gazing up at him with a wry smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “Now do you understand why I waited as long as I did to tell her?”

Hank had proposed to her four months ago and Kate had purposely held off on telling her mom because she knew she would behave like this. If she had her way, her mother would turn their beautiful, rustic wedding into a fucking circus. At least this way, she didn’t have much time to wreak her usual amount of havoc! And Kate had meant every word when she had told him that she didn't care where or how they got married; either way she got to call him her husband and that was all that mattered to her. 

As much as she loved her family, spending an extended amount of time with them was often as comfortable as pulling teeth sans analgesia and yet he had taken everything in his stride, charming everyone from her cousin’s gregarious toddler to her offensive grandmother with a handsome smile and warm, twinkling eyes. Just when she thought she couldn’t love him anymore, he continued to surprise her with his seemingly never-ending capacity for patience; both with her and her crazy relatives.

She was pulled from her thoughts by his palm sliding up and over her shins, fingertips tracing the seam of her jeans along the inside of her knee until his hand was wedged between her thighs, a sexy smirk sliding onto his face.

“Perhaps I can take your mind off our upcoming nuptials, hmm?” He hummed, leaning in to push a featherlight kiss to the soft patch of skin behind her ear, his lips tugging into a smile when she visibly trembled. 

“I shouldn’t have to have my mind taken off our upcom-wait, where’re we going?” 

Hank had eased her legs back to the floor and pushed to his feet, pulling a confused Kate along behind him as he headed towards the house. As they passed her mother and her harem of friends, Hank graced them all with a handsome smile, winking at the middle-aged woman closest to him who’s cheeks instantly flamed an unsightly shade of salmon.

“You realise you’re basically like catnip for those women, right?” Kate snorted when they were finally in the house and out of earshot, still following Hank blindly from room to room until he ducked into the small downstairs bathroom on the other side of the expansive property, pulling her in behind him and closing the door with a sharp snap.

The second the door was shut he was on her, his hands sliding over the gentle curve of her waist as he crowded her against the marble vanity, his lips seizing hers in a bruising kiss. 

“What’re you doing?” She breathed in between trading passionate kisses, her eyes fluttering closed as Hank’s palms burrowed beneath the hem of her shirt, hands gliding over the warm skin of her back as he pulled her flush against his chest. 

“Taking your mind off it.”

He was taking her mind off it alright. He had wedged a thigh between her parted legs and her hips instinctively began to rock against the firm muscle in search of glorious friction. 

“What, here?” She whispered, her breath hitching as she tipped her head backwards to give him the space he needed to litter her throat with a myriad of soft kisses and sharp nips. 

“Mmm-hmm...right here.”

All rational thought and common sense disappeared at the sound of his deep, gritty voice rasping in her ear, her core throbbing in arousal with each touch of his lips against her feverish skin. 

“Hank, we can’t...what if someone hears us?” She tried but, as much as her mouth said ‘this probably isn’t a smart decision’, her body seemed to be more than happy to throw all caution to the wind if it meant easing the flaming inferno burning low in her belly.

“Then you better stay quiet.” He hummed mischievously against her throat as his hands dropped to the waistband of her jeans, swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping the well-fitting denim and tugging them down over the swell of her ass. Sealing his lips over hers, Hank slipped his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth, the two muscles languidly rolling against one another, a deep, pulsing current of electric arousal surging between them. 

It didn’t matter if it was a soft and chaste or frantic and tongue-filled, Kate loved kissing Hank Voight. The way he would suck her lower lip into his mouth, humming softly as he laved at the plump flesh with his tongue. The way he would draw in a sharp breath through his nose only to  release a tight groan of pleasure when she sucked a bruise into the sensitive skin of his throat. She loved the way he touched her, the way he reverently tasted her while mapping out every ridge and valley her mouth had to offer. But the thing she loved the most was that she was going to spend the rest of her life kissing him as frequently and as deeply as possible. 

Breaking away from her lips to trace his hot mouth along the line of her jaw, he paused briefly to quietly growl his next command directly into her ear. 

“Turn around.”

With her jeans bunched around her knees, Kate allowed herself to be turned towards the vanity, her eyes locking with his in the mirror as he pushed his torso flush against her back, palms resting on her waist as he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the nape of her neck. 

The jangle of his belt buckle echoed around the small space, her eyes fluttering closed at the telltale metallic clink signalling that he was in the process of releasing himself from his jeans. 

“Eyes open honey.” He murmured, one hand returning to her hip once he had shoved his jeans and boxers down far enough to free his stiff length. “You’re gonna watch me while I fuck you.”

She could only whimper in response to his heated words, all thoughts of the wedding long forgotten as he urged her down towards the white porcelain with a firm palm between her shoulder blades, dipping the fingers of his free hand between her thighs to pull her lace panties to the side.

"So wet for me.” He cooed, stepping up close behind her to guide his flushed tip between her sopping folds. 

And with one smooth, deep, thrust, he was inside her; pelvis pressed tight to the firm globes of her ass as he took a brief second to enjoy the way her body clutched him in a perfect, velvet grip. Releasing a slow breath, he slipped both palms beneath the hem of her shirt to settle on her hips, easing back until only the wide crest remained nestled inside of her before pushing firmly back in until he was buried to the hilt. 

“Fuck yes!” 

Kate’s terse groan filled the little bathroom, her forearms braced on the cool surface as she pushed back against him, groaning at the delicious stretch, desperate to have every hot, hard inch of him deep inside her. 

“Shhh, you want your mother to hear how you moan for me?”

Hank braced his palms on the smooth marble surface, caging her body against the vanity as he bottomed out, grinding against her with a purposeful, slow roll of his hips.  

“Christ, can you not talk about my mother while you’re doin’...that.” She breathed, her spine dipping into a perfect arch when the tip of his cock brushed against the sweet spot inside her that had her seeing stars. 

“What? This?” 

He repeated the movement again, his lips quirking into a smug, satisfied smirk when Kate’s head fell forwards, her chin dropping to her chest as she frantically tried to stifle her whine of pleasure. 

Sliding his hands under her shirt, he skated his palms over her taut stomach to squeeze her lace-clad breasts, tugging the cups down to tweak her already-stiff nipples into tight peaks as he pulled her flush against his chest, her head lolling backwards onto his shoulder.

“Uhhh yes...yes...right there.”

Their jagged breathing and the sound of colliding flesh echoed around them like an erotic symphony, Hank’s warm breath ghosting over the damp skin of her neck, his hips pumping rhythmically against her. 

“C’mon Kate, open your eyes...watch us.”

Her eyes fluttered open, immediately finding his in the reflection, taking in their sweaty, flushed complexions and undulating bodies. She tracked the movement of his right hand as it skated down the soft skin of her belly, slipping beneath the lace of her underwear to settle at the apex of her thighs, fingertips instantly seeking her slick, swollen bud. 

“Mmm…you wanna come baby?”

Her thighs trembled, fingers clawing at his bare forearms as she nodded frantically, tongue darting out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. Through the thick haze of lust, Kate idly wondered how it was possible for such a sweet, endearing nickname to sound so utterly filthy from his lips.

“Please…”

Kate balanced on the edge of bliss for a few long moments, her entire world narrowing down to where his flesh touched hers; his teeth nipping at her shoulder, the pads of his fingers gliding over her aching clit, his thick cock surging so deep she knew she'd still be feeling him tomorrow. 

“Come for me, need to feel you.”

At his whispered command, Kate dutifully complied, her inner walls clamping down with such a force that he was almost completely expelled from her body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, the sheer power of her climax triggering Hank’s as he thrust against her one final time, filling her with thick ribbons of white hot release. For a few long beats they simply stood joined together, both of them breathing heavy, Hank’s heart thrumming frantically against Kate’s back as he continued to throb and twitch inside of her. 

“You alright?” He breathed after a moment, sliding his hand out of her underwear to rest against her hip, his mouth grazing gently along her shoulder. 

Kate hummed in response, shifting slightly in his arms until he slipped from her body, giving her just enough space to turn and peer up at him with flushed cheeks and an almost shy expression on her face. 

“Full marks for distraction techniques, Sarg.” She chuckled, leaning in to brush her lips against his in a soft, gentle kiss. 

“Glad I could be of service.” He responded wryly, plucking a tissue from the ornate box on the counter to clean up before tucking himself back into his boxers and refastening his jeans.

“Just gimme a minute to cl-” 

“Oh no.” He interrupted with a deep chuckle, reaching out to carefully adjust the black lace back onto her hips. “You’re gonna spend the rest of the night with me inside you...one way or another.”

“God, you’re so fucking filthy.” She groaned, immediately fusing her mouth to his in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, the fading embers of lust surging back to life at the thought of holding a conversation with her mother’s prissy, straight-laced friends with his release saturating her panties. 

“You love it.” He growled in response, gripping the hem of her jeans and tugging the denim back up over her thighs, nimble fingers re-buttoning her jeans before dropping a chaste peck to the tip of her nose. “C’mon, let’s get outta here before they send a search party.”

With a parting wink, Hank slipped out into the hallway, leaving Kate to count to a slow twenty in her head before she followed suit but, the second she swung the door open, she walked head-long into her brother, her forehead bouncing off of his chest with a quiet ‘oomph’ of surprise.

“Matt…hi.”

Kate was a fantastic undercover detective having spent months on end infiltrating some of the world’s most prevalent gangs and organised crime syndicates but, if there was one person on this earth she couldn’t lie to, it was her big brother. And she could tell with one glance at his amused, albeit slightly surprised expression, that he knew exactly what she had been up to in that bathroom. 

“Baby sister.” He greeted wryly, folding his arms across his chest as he casually leaned against a nearby doorframe, his crystal blue eyes appraising her carefully. The painful silence stretched on and Kate vaguely wondered if Hank had managed to escape undetected but she was pulled from her thoughts when Matthew eventually spoke. 

“We, uh, gonna talk about-”

“Nope.” Kate interjected with a shake of her head.

“So you weren’t just-”

He jerked his thumb in the general direction of the bathroom, lifting a disbelieving eyebrow but, despite the steady blush that continued to creep over her flaming cheeks, Kate lifted her chin to meet his gaze steadily. 

“Nope.”

“Alright, glad we cleared that up.” He snorted, flatting his back to the doorframe, allowing Kate to pass and she was so close to successfully avoiding what would probably have been one of the most embarrassing conversations of her life when he called her name, immediately halting her hasty exit. 

“You, uh, might wanna go back in there and do somethin’ about your hair...you look like you just got railed in the bathroom by your fiancé.”

She was going to fucking kill him. 

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My Pretty Girl | Step-Dad!Zeke 🎀 Minors DNI (18+)

A/N: if step-cest is not your thing, DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME READING IT 😂 for everyone else, I hope you like my filthy mess 😏

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When you met Zeke, your mom's boyfriend,you knew you'd get along very well. He was so nice to you, y'all got along almost immediately and your mom couldn't be happier. Few months go by, they get married, and you were beyond excited to have Zeke move in with you two, I mean how could you not? When you'd finally have him so close to you.

You couldn't help it, Zeke was everything any woman could ask for, including you. He was tall, handsome, smart, funny, a gentleman, ugh...it wasn't fair, but, you could at least dream right? That's why almost every night you'd end up like this, spread out in your bed, your big t-shirt scrunched up until you were completely exposed, hands alternating between having your fingers inside of you and making circles around your clit and the other one playing with your breasts or covering your mouth.

Everything about him was captivating, and you just wanted a little taste of him, to feel his hands on your body, his lips, ANYTHING!! but here you were, struggling to reach your orgasm , trying to picture Zeke's hands roaming your body instead of yours. You realized that your fingers weren't enough and opted to hump your pillow. You didn't even notice you were moaning and whimpering a little to loud, loud enough for you step-dad to hear you moan his name as he passed by your room on his way to the kitchen.

Zeke wasn't dumb, he knew you wanted him from the moment he saw your eyes sparkle when your mom introduced you to him. He was better at hiding his infatuation with you, such a pretty little thing to ruin, he wanted you all to himself but he had to be patient. You thought you were being sneaky with everything you did, but he knew better and decided to let you have your fun. He noticed EVERYTHING, from how your thighs would rub together every time he kissed your cheek, how you'd get red whenever he would stare at you or look at you up and down. How you would struggle and end up stuttering a small "t-thank you" whenever he complimented your outfits in that low, and rough masculine voice of his. He's been waiting patiently for a day that he can finally make a move, who would've guess that his pretty little stepdaughter was more than ready as well.

"Zeke... Z-Zeke...touch me please"

You moaned as you held down your pillow between your legs with one hand and using the other one to massage your breasts.

"You are so big Zeke-ah! RIGHT THERE!! fuck me harder daddy "

You whimpered as your clit rubbed against a certain spot in the pillow. Too busy chasing your release, you failed to notice Zeke standing right outside your door which was now slightly opened, with him barely peeking innwhile he palmed himself through his sweats.

“Oh poor thing, she’s been going on for a while, you can’t do it yourself can you? Of course not, dumb little baby needs her daddy to help her cum”

He thought to himself, slowly making his way into your room while you uselessly grinded on the pillow. He closed the door and made his way up to your bed until he was standing in front of you, carefully placing a knee on the bed causing it to sink, and making your eyes fly open. Filled with horror and embarrassment, you wanted to die at that very moment, yet you found that you couldn't even move, not even to pull your shirt down. There he was, towering over you, with that cheeky grin he always wears and an impressive bulge which was slowly forming a tent in his sweats.

"Tsk tsk tsk, naughty naughty girl ...touching yourself and moaning your step-dad's name like that ? And here I thought my little princess was a good girl"

His words burned your skin, your eyes filled with tears, he comes closer and takes your face in his hands.

"Sh sh sh, it's okay, I'm here now. Do you want daddy's help? Wanna show him you're good girl?"

He asks as he leans down, making eye contact with you before delivering gentle kisses all over your face.

A shy nod was the only thing you could master, one of his hands came up to sit behind your head as he pull you into a kiss. He pushed you down and layed between your legs, grinding down on you creating the friction you struggled so much to get.

"Zeke, I need you inside me, please"

You moaned between kisses, his big hand came down to your core pushing two thick digits in. Your back arched at the feeling, your nails dug into his shoulder which had him groaning.

"You want your step-daddy to make you feel good princess? Bet you want me to stretch out that pretty little pussy of yours hm?"

You gave him a faint 'yes', he hurried up to get his pants and underwear off freeing his hard cock and earning a gasp from you. He chuckled at your reaction, you didn't even know how it would fit, maybe even the tip would be enough. He had a decent length but girth wise he was definitely the thickest you've had so far. He positioned himself between your legs and began to rub his length between your folds, the tip of his cock rubbing deliciously over your sensitive bud until you felt it push in slowly.

"Fuck, you're so tight doll. Think you can take it all? What am I saying, of course you can, and you will."

He continued to push in until he bottomed out with a grunt, waiting for a few seconds to let you adjust and hopefully for him, to not cum right then and there. Tears began to form and fall down your cheeks, it burned so good.

"Big, s-so b-big."

His thumb caressed your cheek to clean your tears away, he held your jaw and leaned in to kiss you deeply as he begab to move. You moaned at the same time as his pelvis made contact with you, his tip reaching places your little fingers had never touched before.

"I've been craving you ever since I laid eyes on you doll. You've always been so good to me, all those pretty skirts and dresses you wore, and look at you now . You take me so well, I can feel you clenching around me, how about you make a mess on daddy's cock, 'want you cum for me."

He was right, every word he spoke went straight to your pussy that was now dripping cum all over his cock.

"That's my girl, you're gonna take every drop I give you."

"Yes daddy, please give it to me!!"

He pushed his thumb inside your mouth to silence you.

"Sh sh sh, mommy is sleeping, you need to be quiet for me okay? S-shit I'm about to cum."

You nodded and sucked on his thumb, your eyes rolled back as you felt the thick ropes of cum inside you. He removed his thumb and replaced it with his mouth kissing you one last time before pulling out, leaning over you as he laid a sweet kiss on your forehead.

" Feel free to come to my room anytime you need help sweetie, daddy will always be there to help you."

He stood up, put his clothes back on and walked out of your room with your panties in hand.