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agustdiv1ne · 2 years ago

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hi!! congrats on 3k <3

for the event, could i request taehyun + twilight + fluff/smut

tysm! and congrats again!!

NOW SHOWING...

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader

genre: fantasy/supernatural, fluff, smut

wc: 2.8k

details + warnings: mdni, vampire!taehyun + human!mc are not representative of any particular characters they're just vibing in the twilightsphere, taehyun (looks-wise,,) + mc are in their early twenties, sex in the great outdoors, dom!tae, sub!mc, mc is kind of a masochist LOL, light spanking (f receiving), praise, thigh riding, face sitting, tae calls mc: baby

note: thank you nonnie!! i hope you enjoy :))

you maybe, kind of, sort of hate the town that is forks, washington.

forks, in your honest opinion, is...painfully gray. clouds constantly hide the sun from view. it is almost always raining. fog is the norm, not the exception. the real cherry on top is how the town is blocked in and divvied up by expanses of creepy trees of which you have no desire to step even a single toe into. it's dreary, it's boring, it's weird — and it's just all too fucking gray.

you wonder what your life would be like if you had left while you could, if you had uprooted your life and attended college in some state far, far away, if you had gotten a degree and become a teacher or an artist or even some bigshot lawyer. maybe you wouldn't be wasting the years of your youth in your parents' little diner. maybe you wouldn't be stuck with the indelible expectation that said diner will be yours one day, hanging dark and heavy over your head like the storm clouds that loom over your house ninety-nine percent of the year.

then again, if you had left, you would never have met taehyun.

he moved into town when you were nineteen, an age at which you were hard-headed and bitter because everyone else your age had already moved on to bigger and better things while you were abysmally stuck like a tire in mud. you felt abandoned, alone, and you saw yourself in him because he, too, seemed to have no one else.

at the same time, you also thought he was a little strange — stoic, reserved, out at odd hours of the night — but you couldn't really judge, lest you sound like a raging hypocrite. you remember the first time that you saw him: it was well after midnight, you had just closed the the diner, and the streets were eerily empty — yet there he stood, across the street, turned away towards the tree line. he seemed to have been watching something in the woods, but as soon as he picked up on the crunch of your shoes against the gravel parking lot and saw you behind him, he fled, gone as quick as lightning. you almost thought that he was a figment of your imagination, that you were finally losing it after your nearly lethal consumption of caffeine that night.

however, after that incident, he began to show up during your shifts, sitting in the far corner of the small space for hours, answering your questions with curt nods and quiet hums. very real, very much not a hallucination. he never ordered anything other than a water, and his eyes often stayed trained on the woods that lay just outside the windows. watching, waiting (for what, you didn't know, but you didn't really care to find out). though the fact that he never once ordered something — not even a basket of fries, or a milkshake — irritated you to no end, but you bit your tongue like a good waitress had to and allowed him to sit there. not many people stopped by at such late hours, anyway, and maybe his presence cured some of your loneliness; he wasn't good company, by any means, but company nonetheless.

one particular night, a few months after he began to come in, things simply weren't going your way. if the argument between you and your parents before your night shift started wasn't enough, you burned your forearm when you accidentally spilled a pot of coffee and slipped and fell onto the unforgiving linoleum floors while carrying two plates of food. by the time he showed up, you were in the middle of a full-blown mental breakdown and could barely hold back tears as you greeted him at his normal booth.

“are you okay?” he had asked, his eyebrows furrowed, betraying his typically apathetic expression. in response, you burst into tears, apologizing as you attempted to run to the back, but he stopped you, his ice-cold fingers looped around your wrist. the sensation sent shivers straight down your spine, something that you can still vividly remember. you whipped around to face him. his wide, carob eyes cut through you with an intensity that you’d never experienced before. “sit. with me, i mean.”

“i-i’m working,” you choked out.

his lips formed a flat line. “no one else is here.”

“fine,” you mumbled, taking a seat on the other side of the booth. he had let you vent about everything and anything that plagued you, silent while he listened. the words he spoke once you finally exhausted yourself stick in your mind to this very day.

“it’s never too late to start carving your own path, y’know. you’re young, you have time.”

things changed after that night. a friendship bloomed, then a relationship began after about six months of knowing each other. things changed again, however, growing strange once you did begin dating. he made constant excuses as to why he couldn't sleep over and why you couldn't come over to his place; he didn't touch you often; and the weirdest of all his habits: he never, ever went anywhere near your neck, whether it be with his hands or his lips. loneliness and the acrid feeling of being unwanted returned in full force, nipping at each and every nerve within your body.

sick of it all, you eventually confronted him about it during a picnic date in a large clearing one evening. naturally, when your boyfriend admitted to you that he's a vampire — in the middle of the woods — and showed you his sparkling fucking skin, you were freaked the hell out. yet, in the end, it didn't scare you away, especially once he said that he only ever fed from animals he'd find in the woods. you cared for him just as much as he cared for you — human or not, you decided that you loved him either way.

(also, he'd always seemed a little off, other. maybe you were a little satisfied to know that you were right, but you'd never admit to that.)

nearly two years have passed since then, and while your feelings about forks haven't changed in the slightest, taehyun brings an ironic sense of life to the dismal little town.

“you’re staring.”

you feel your face heat up at your boyfriend’s words, your gaze immediately diverting away. you were not staring, no way. though he moves to find your eyes again, you maneuver out of his hold, now glaring at a spot on his shoulder. “no, i wasn’t.”

“aaand your heart rate just picked up.”

“you’re so unfair,” you hiss. “just— just keep your stupid vampire senses to yourself!”

he laughs, the sound light and melodic, as he attempts to wrap his arms around you again. you've turned away from him, arms crossed over your chest and in a state of faux despondency. he knows just how to press your buttons; the fact that he can pick up on each and every minute change of your heart rate and scent will forever be something that gets to you. you can't hide anything from him, and both of you know it.

you feel like you spend every waking hour with taehyun nowadays. if you're not working, you're with him doing fuck all just to spend time with each other, but even in the most mundane moments, boredom never becomes an issue. even right now, as you lay together in this small clearing in the forest, simply talking and staring up at the pewter clouds, everything feels...right? complete? you think that's the word that you should use — like the final piece being placed into a puzzle.

“c’mon, you can’t stay mad at me,” he goads. he blows into your ear afterward to make you flinch, earning a yelp in response. “you just make it so easy to tease you.”

“yeah, yeah. make fun of the defenseless human,” you sigh, turning back around to face him with pursed lips, delivering a firm poke to his forehead. “you’re lucky that you’re pretty.”

if he had said anything similar to you a couple years ago, you would've likely stormed off and ignored him for hours. you're not proud of how you once acted, but at least you've grown softer around the edges over the years. kinder, less resentful. and rather than tear your walls down, he scaled them slowly and met you at the top, took them apart brick by incorporeal brick as the trust between you grew, gentle and never prying.

one of his eyebrows raises. “pretty, hm? is that all i am to you?”

pretending to think, you tap your chin, your eyes shifting up towards the sky. you've grown softer, no doubt, but your witty edge refuses to disappear. how else could you keep up with him?

you make eye contact with him again, finding an expectant glint in them. you can barely bite back the smirk fighting to pull at your lips. “hmm...yeah, i think that’s about it.”

“you are such a brat, my god,” he groans, head falling against your chest. “is your life goal just to rile me up?”

“honestly? yeah. it’s just so easy to tease you,” you throw his earlier jeer straight back into his face, but the words are soon followed by a series of shrieks as he pushes you onto your stomach, unfazed by your feeble attempts to break away from his inhumanly strong hold. a hand leaves your wriggling waist to deliver a light slap to your ass. it’s careful, barely there. he knows how much more fragile you are compared to him, after all. the last thing he’d want to do is hurt you.

what he doesn't account for is the way you'd moan at the sensation.

a tense silence overtakes the air around you, the only noises remaining being the rustle of trees and the chirping of birds. you've all but buried your head into your arms. although your current position renders him unable to catch your flustered expression, your scent — fuck, your scent has changed, something heady and sweet and it's almost as if he can taste the lust and need rolling off of your form. your blood rushes faster beneath your skin, the erratic ba-bump of your heart loud in his ears. he pushes his base instincts down; he's better than this. he can't hurt you — he won't.

“you— did you like that?” he carefully asks, a gentle hand pressing into the middle of your spine. it’s not often you find each other in spontaneous intimate moments, mostly due to his fear of losing control, but your trust in him is immutable. in the span of two years, he has not once hurt you — but you still find yourself shaking your head in denial, the embarrassing heat gracing your cheeks keeping you from looking at him. he won’t hurt you, you know that, but that doesn’t change just how mortifying this moment is. you and him haven’t explored this part of your sexuality yet, the hidden side of you that enjoys a little pain amongst all the pleasure. it’s something that you’ve barely touched upon yourself.

taehyun, on the other hand, isn't satisfied with your answer. a morbid curiosity eats at his nerves, and he can't help himself from gathering you into his lap so that you straddle his hips. you are wearing a thick pair of jeans today, but it's not enough to prevent your scent from overwhelming his senses further due to your spread apart thighs. he steels himself, trying not to press the pads of his fingers into your hips too hard. you still refuse to look at him, your head hanging low and bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth. he brings a hand to your chin, tilting your head up. your eyes divert to his shoulder under his intense gaze.

“look at me, baby,” he orders softly. he watches a shudder run through you before you listen to him. the muscles of your throat contract as you gulp, though his expression remains neutral, his fingers squeezing your chin. “i’m going to ask you one more time: did you like that? did it feel good?”

inhale, exhale, nod.

his lips purse. “words, baby.”

“y-yes,” you whisper, weak and breathy, like you don’t want to admit it to yourself either. it earns you a quiet “good girl” and his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

taehyun stares at you for a moment before he asks, “do you trust me?”

of course you do, and you tell him just that, pulling a smile from him. “i want you to take your jeans and panties off for me, okay?”

you nod, rolling off his lap with shaky limbs and removing everything below your waist. the chilly air nips at your bare skin.

he takes no time in maneuvering you back onto his lap, legs straddling only one of his thighs now. you send him a questioning glance, with which he responds by rubbing soothing circles against your bare hips beneath your oversized sweater.

“get yourself off on my thigh,” he encourages. he doesn’t trust himself to be inside of you right now — he’s barely keeping it together as it is — but that won’t stop him from making you feel good.

you're silent as you take an experimental roll of your hips. the friction of your clit against the rough fabric of his jeans causes your mouth to fall open. you press your hands against his chest, grinding down again. and again. and again. the picnic blanket below you digs into your knees. taehyun grabs your hips a little tighter, beginning to help you move your hips faster, pressing you down harder. his grip is nearly bruising, but the ache that it brings renders you speechless, unable to speak besides the quiet gasps that you let out. quickly, you grow lost in the pleasure, the delicious friction against your clit growing more intense as the seconds tick by.

smack! taehyun brings a hand down against the swell of your ass, much harder than the teasing one he gave you earlier. you jolt on top of him with a loud moan, clenching around nothing. “tae— fuck!”

“yeah? what is it, baby?” he coos, slapping his palm down again. he’s barely breathing, monitoring your expression to make sure he’s not hurting you too much. but all he finds is pure, unadulterated pleasure, your head thrown back and your eyes fluttering as your movements grow more desperate. his head grows fuzzy at your strengthening scent.

“gonna— ‘m gonna cum, please,” you whine, nails now digging into his chest. you look like pure sin, with your flustered face and heaving chest and your glazed over eyes straight into his. “please please please—”

he can't take it anymore.

suddenly, your body careens through the air before you can even process it, your thighs now cushioning taehyun's face while he fully lays back. he gives you no time to complain of your ruined orgasm, his lips suckling your clit while his tongue circles the weeping bud. your hands grab at his hair, pressing down. there's no way that you can hurt him, so you allow yourself to grind down on his face like you did his thigh, using his face as your own personal toy. he gropes your ass all the while, pushing you further down against him until you smother him, ravaging you whole. you can no longer hold in your moans, and they only serve to spur him on. one of his razor-sharp teeth slides against your lower lips, and that's enough for your high to wash over you, your vision flashing white while you quake above him. he holds you up with strong hands, continuing to tongue at your clit until you're pushing his head away.

“tae, stop,” you beg while he cleans you up, ignoring your heightened sensitivity. “tae.”

“fine, fine,” he mumbles once he pulls his mouth away from your center. “can’t help it, you taste good.”

“quit being embarrassing,” you groan, your submissive tendencies all but gone. you struggle to lift yourself off of him and wiggle your jeans back on. he ends up helping you, patting your ass when you’re all done. you slap his chest, but you lean up and press your lips to his anyway. pulling away, you slide a hand under his sweatshirt. above, beams of sunlight break through the thick clouds, illuminating his skin. biting back a smirk, you rub a thumb over his cheek where it shines.

“take me home,” you purr. “we’re not done yet.”

you're careening through the woods moments later.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years ago

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HELLOOO happy late birthday!!

i was wondering if you could do something with a lawyer villian flirting with hero and sleeping with them to manipulate them into signing something and they do but in the villian realises that the hero actually tricked THEM instead the next morning

thank you love your writing !!

“Have you ever read Macbeth?” The villain was too groggy to answer right away. God, they hadn't expected the hero to be that...passionate and now they were just exhausted, leaving them with the desire to waste the whole day. Preferably with the hero on top of them.

“Never read books in school. I hated my English teacher,” the villain admitted, sinking their head back into the pillow, eyes still closed. They assumed the hero had gotten out bed before them which — even though it shouldn’t — wasn’t what the villain wanted.

“Shame,” the hero said. Finally, the villain turned over and stared at the hero who was sitting on the chair at the end of the bed. Their hair was wet and they didn’t have any clothes on.

Immediately, the villain cursed quietly, sitting up in bed. Being distracting was exactly what the hero managed to be constantly. Without any effort, it seemed and exactly that made the villain weak.

“Did you enjoy your shower?” the villain asked, looking the hero up and down.

“It’s a shower in a five star hotel suite. I guess it was alright.” The hero smiled and so did the villain, as if they weren’t constantly working on destroying each other. Even now, the villain didnt feel too bad. Ever since the hero had actually discovered that they were a lawyer, they had wanted to use it to their advantage. With an academic approach they were sure they could convince the hero of their “reasonable” intentions and get them to sign documents that permitted the villain to access classified information from the agency.

Mean but very entertaining. The villain had been smart about it, had written it like an apology and peace contract at once. Quite bulletproof.

“You’re feral in bed, you know? And eager, too. I like that.” The hero smiled gently and went through their hair with their hand. Although the praise didn’t seem to embarrass them, they seemed to be rather satisfied with it. The villain couldn’t help but like it.

“Peace has to be celebrated, don’t you think?” they asked. “That’s all I did. I enjoyed myself and I think you did too.”

“Oh, I definitely enjoyed myself,” the villain answered. They knew they could never have the hero in the way that they desired. So, they loved every little interaction they shared, even if it was a fight, even if it was an argument. They had to admit though, that this was the best type of interaction: whenever they got to be two people who could talk to each other and got to be themselves.

Seeing the hero this vulnerable was a nice change of pace.

“So,” the hero said and stood up. “You have never read Macbeth.”

The villain swallowed. Yesterday was already blurry in their mind, leaving nothing but the comforting feeling of being desired. But seeing the hero in front of them, naked, looking down at them, all wet...Christ.

“Uhm, no.” The hero walked over to them, pulled the blanket aside and sat down on the villain’s hips. Slowly, the adrenaline rushed back into the villain’s body and they felt the urge to flip the hero on their back and go for another round. Desire was a funny thing, they had discovered. Forcing them to do things they had never quite dared.

“You know...” The hero’s flat hand found a place to rest on the villain’s stomach, warm and familiar. “For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.”

“That sounds good,” the villain said. Their hands found the hero’s bare hips and held them, almost afraid that the hero would get up any time soon. Water dropped onto the villain’s stomach.

“Well, his murderer wasn’t born. C-Section.”

“Oh, that’s clever.” The villain grinned as the hero’s hand started to explore.

“Language is important, isn’t it? As a lawyer you understand that better than no one else, isn’t that so?" The villain started to blush and suddenly, the feeling of having made a mistake overwhelmed them. What if the hero had found out about the line they had snuck in there? ...Allowing heroes of all kinds to be part of the association. Heroes of all kinds. Even ex-heroes which the villain most definitely was. But even then, the hero had signed the papers. There was no going back now.

“Language is very important, my little nemesis. It’s what makes you a hero. It’s what makes me a villain.”

“Not your actions, huh?”

“When you kill someone, it’s self-defense. When I kill someone, it’s murder. That’s language’s doing, not mine.”

“Hm.” The hero leaned down and kissed them gently, heavenly. “Well, darling. I guess language made your whole contract a little useless, then. You bound that contract to my hero persona, not to me as a civilian. And I am sorry to say this, but my hero persona is rather unemployed. As a civilian, I work for the agency. As a hero? Not so much.”

“What?” The villain laughed gently, not quite believing what they were hearing. “No, I have your signature.”

“You might wanna check again who’s signature you’ve got. Not my signature. You’ve got the hero’s signature.” The villain stared at them, mouth dry. They felt a little betrayed but they guessed this was karma coming back for them. God, it had been such a good plan.

“That’s ridiculous. You’re the same person.”

“Oh, sweetheart. The hero’s signature doesn’t mean anything. They’re not even a registered citizen. You were so excited that you didn’t think of that, hm?” Although the hero’s hand wandered lower and lower, the villain felt everything but excitement.

“No, I...I checked everything.”

“For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. Babe, the hero was never born. The hero isn’t even a person.” The hero kissed them again, ever so sweetly. “But thank you for that wonderful night. You should try to trick me more often.”

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firecrackerhh · 2 months ago

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This is like Viv HATEfiction man what the hell is wrong with these people?

It reeks of cope. Like Viv’s current success pisses them off so bad they have to come up with AU’s where Viv fucks up so terribly that she loses everything or else they go insane.

“One day it’ll happen guys I swear!” The cope is so real.

Maybe this is a hot take but I’m convinced if you’re just constantly fantasizing about the downfall of someone who hasn’t personally done anything to you I think you have a fucking mental illness and you need to be checked out. Viv isn’t the fucking Antichrist or some shit, calm the fuck down.

Like bitch, I can’t stand Donald Trump, but if I constantly fantasized about horrible things happening to him all the time and I constantly wrote out how I can’t wait to chop his head off by guillotine or some shit it wouldn’t be shocking if people told me to yknow…chill out?

You all need therapy.

See the difference is that making a call out post on random Discord groomer #79966432224689965 will likely actually result in well…the result you want, which is that they get shunned by the community, because they are a fucking nobody irl and have no actual power to back themselves up in any capacity. Call out posts affect people more so based on the status they already hold. Call out someone who obviously can’t defend themselves (or their actions are so rancid it isn’t worth doing so) and they’ll probably leave so they don’t get metaphorical tomatoes thrown at them at every turn.

But see, I think with Viv’s case, it’s a lot different.

1. Viv, contrary to what these fucking desperate idiots want to be the case, Viv isn’t just a random fucking nobody. She certainly is no Walt fucking Disney, but she definitely isn’t some rando on the street. Viv has the ability to defend herself whether it be from herself or her goddamn lawyers, like when Erin Frost got that C&D. no rando could give someone else that.

2. The accusations against Viv are so fucking old by now, that anyone bringing them up is just evidence to me of someone who refuses to let shit go, especially when they bring up shit that Viv has already fucking apologized for. If your evidence isn’t fucking relevant to the present day, if the accused shows some kind of repentance or apologizes for their past behavior, then what’s the point in beating a dead horse?

And the most important one.

3. Call outs do fucking nothing. Viv has gotten all kinds of call outs thrown her way over the years. And what has that done? Nothing. All the whining and bitching and moaning that every half-wit insists on spewing in her direction hasn’t amounted to fucking anything.

The fucking conceit one must have to make a shitty call out post on Tumblr.com of all places where the maker of said doc is nothing but a POS loser who barely gets any goddamn attention otherwise is fucking astounding.

Seriously no one gives a single fucking shit about anything else Spark does, they do like, Dragon ball AU’s or something and no one fucking cares lmao. Once saw a post where they acted like they were gonna fucking off themselves if no one gave them any attention, like fucking pathetic dude. Grow up.

No one on tumblr gives a shit, you people are fucking worthless. Your opinions are worthless.

There’s actual suffering in the world you can focus on but instead you want to waste your short pathetic useless lives away on bitching about someone who will never look at your bullshit? Motherfucker made a part of his “call out” talking to Viv DIRECTLY as if she would EVER look at something about herself full of misinformation. Like she even goes on tumblr anymore.

The fact they wrote it like they actually expected her to read any of this shit is evidence to me of a troubled mind.

Yeah, I think if you think of yourself as so fucking self-important that you think doing shit like this will amount to anything, if you seriously believe that involving yourself in a Viv-critical circle jerk is in any way improving your or anyone else’s life, you’re fucking delusional and you need some fucking help.

Just, Jesus Christ man, I don’t know how people can act like this online and have such little self awareness. It’s kinda fascinating.

Pitiful really, I feel like people like this are so desperate to make a difference in the world they think engaging in dumb 10+ year old internet drama is somehow equivalent to real world activism. Tragic.

There are issues in the animation industry, but it seems to me the only time these people care is if they can shit on Viv specifically for them, as if what she’s done is anything uniquely terrible. It’s just stupid man. It’s so fucking stupid.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

#tis i the werebitch

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unreadpoppy · 1 year ago

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Plus One - chapter 1

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Raphael x Fem!Tav; Modern AU

Summary: Raphael and Tav are lawyers with a messy history. When both need the others help, they'll have to overcome their past.

Or, in which Raphael and Tav are messy exes.

A/N: I've been watching too many crime and law shows with my dad so this has been stuck in my head for some time. That said, I know nothing of the law world, I did some research but still, don't come for me if stuff is innacurate.

The sound of heels clacking on the floor alerted everyone that Tav had arrived.

People greeted her with ‘good mornings’ and ‘how are you doings’, which were replied with a cold glare. Tav didn’t like small talk nor wasting time on pleasantries. She made her way to her desk, without speaking to anyone.

Tav was one of the senior associates at the Advocate Diabolis, a law firm which specializes in infernal contracts, representing the mortals who were tricked into selling their souls. A few years ago, they had gained more recognition after Tav represented Wyll Ravengard, ending his contract with the she-devil Mizora.

As of now, she was trying to help the vampire spawn Astarion free himself from his old master, Cazador. They had made a breakthrough after translating the scars on his back, discovering it was an infernal contract. The problem was that she struggled to find a way to work with it. Without the full picture, Tav couldn’t think of a way to save Astarion.

She sighed, removing her reading glasses and rubbing her forehead. Just then, Shadowheart, her secretary, passed by.

“Any luck with the Astarion case?” She asked, crossing her arms. Shadowheart was one of the few people who Tav spoke with, considering her akin to a friend.

Tav shook her head. “I have researched everywhere, he even used some of his old contacts to try and help, but we still haven’t found the full contract.” Tav put her glasses on again. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You know…” Shadowheart took in a breath. “You could always try and talk to -”

“Absolutely not.” Tav cut her off before she could say the name out loud. “You know how things are between the two of us.”

“Well, not really, since you never told me everything but -” She paused momentarily, raising a brow “he might be the only one to give you some insight.” Saying that, Shadowheart left.

Tav sighed and bit her lip. She hated when others were right, but the half elf did have a point. If there was one person who would know more than her about this sort of dealings, it would be the devil himself - Raphael.

He was the senior partner at the House of Hope, a law firm that usually represented fiends. Raphael was older than Tav, but their paths had crossed a long time ago, when Tav was fresh out of college. They had gotten close, even becoming lovers.

It all ended seven years ago, when the two of them went head to head in court in the Ravengard case - Tav representing Wyll and Raphael representing Mizora. Losing the case had been a great injury to Raphael’s ego and pride.

The fight they had that night was devastating and they had not spoken since.

But Astarion was a close friend, and if talking with Raphael was the only way for her to figure things out, she would do so.

‘It’s only for business.’ She thought to herself as she picked her phone and typed his number. Even after all that time, Tav still remembered it.

After three rings, he picked up.

…

It was a quiet day in the House of Hope.

Raphael had no meetings until much later, everyone was working diligently and no one had come to bother him. He opened a bottle of red wine and served himself one glass, while looking out the windows of his office.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door, followed by a voice. “Sir, your father is here.” Korrilla, his assistant, said.

Raphael downed the rest of his glass, and hid the wine. Mephistopheles was not one to make surprise appearances so whatever this was, it had to be important. He walked to the door, opening it. He flashed one of charming smiles.

“My dear father, come in.” Raphael motioned to the inside of the room. Mephisto did not address him, walking in and taking a seat.

The cambion didn’t sit, choosing to stay up while picking up a bottle of wyvern whiskey, pouring one glass for himself. He offered his father but was declined.

“I don’t intend on staying here for long.” Mephistopheles said.

“Then what is it that you require?”

“Baalphegor and I are getting married and she insisted you attend.”

Raphael took a large gulp from his drink. “And when is it happening?”

“This weekend. I’ll email you the details.” Mephistopheles stood up. “You’ll bring that girl of yours, won’t you?”

Raphael furrowed his brows. “Whom?”

“The little mortal one, I don’t remember her name but you introduced us a long time ago.” He cleared his throat. “Because this is a last minute invitation, we already reserved a seat for your plus one.”

“Father, I-”

“Everyone else has confirmed their attendance. Do not make us look bad by leaving a sit empty.” With that said, Mephistopheles left in a puff of smoke.

Raphael began thinking about who his father was speaking of until he remembered. There had only been one person whom the cambion introduced to the archdevil. The one person whom he almost took the next step with.

Tav.

On cue, his phone rang, the name ‘Little Mouse’ flashing before his eyes. After three rings, he picked it up.

…

“What do you want?” Raphael demanded.

“Hello to you too, Raphael.” Tav said sarcastically. “Are you free tonight?”

“Why do you ask?” He asked in a dry tone.

She sighed, swallowing her pride. “I’m having a hard time with a case and I believe you’re the only one that can help.”

“Oh? You want my help? I thought you were a grown woman who didn’t need me to help her. Wasn’t that what you said last time we spoke?”

Tav rolled her eyes. Of course he would bring that up. “Can you put that behind us for one minute? It’s been seven years.” She couldn’t help but add “And I thought you were supposed to be the wise and mature one.”

Two could play the game of quoting their past fight.

She heard him sigh but he didn’t say anything. Tav spoke up. “Listen, it will just be a business meeting, nothing more nothing less and then we won’t have to see each other again.”

“Fine. But, I will need something from you in return.”

“Obviously.” Raphael never gave anything freely. “At what time are you free?”

“7 pm. Meet me in the Devil’s Den.” And with that, he finished the call.

Tav sighed, putting her phone down. She looked at the clock on the wall. There were still five hours until they had to meet.

‘It’s gonna be fine, Tav.’ She thought. ‘You do what he wants and then you won’t have to think of him ever again.’

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #tav bg3 #modern au #my writing #this is wild but i needed to get it off my system

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yourbuerokrat2 · 8 months ago

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A short fic about cchipollos and technicolor-dreams lawyer/college professor rom-com!AU because I love Guinan and I love Guinans perspective on Picards and Qs relationship.

Context: In this AU Q cyberstalks Picard after the second meeting and Picards internet presence is rather spare and mostly private but there are a few places like Guinans Bar, Ten Forward, that he has left postive reviews on so Q tries to meet Picard at these places. Which imo is questionable behavior.

Tonight was not a regular night. Sure, her regulars, aside from one of her closest friends, were all there as would be expected for a friday afternoon at this time. But there was one person amongst her clients that she had not expected to see here. Let alone ever wanted to see in her bar. Quiny she-would-be-damned-if-she-ever-cared-enough-to-remember-his-entire-name Quinn. Or Q as he preferred to be called.

Still in his lawyers suit although even from a distance she could see that he put a bit of an extra effort in his appearance tonight. A bit too much hair gel in his hair, just a bit too strong of a cologne and a posture just a little bit to straight and self-conscious than to be entirely grounded in self-confidence, or in Qs case, arrogance.

For a short while she thought that Q was here on purpose for her, that he had gotten bored enough with his life and his job that he bothered to find this bar just to get on her and her clients nerves.

But Q did not pay her any mind. Even as she approached him with a 'What can I get you so you leave` his eyes were only briefly directed at her and a mutual look of dislike and distaste was exchanged only for Q to look at the door. But not, as she had hoped as a sign that he wanted to leave. No, he was clearly waiting for someone.

'Just one of your red wines will do', dismissive voice with an absent-minded hand gesture telling her to leave.

Briefly, for about less than a second, considering poisoning the drink and doing this entire town a favour, she gave Q his glass of red wine. He had not specified which one he had wanted so she gave him her worst. Which was still a quite decent one but she would not waste her actual good stuff on someone who she knew would not be able to appreciate it.

Q was still going between staring at his phone and taking glances at the door every time someone entered or exited it.

And then Jean-Luc Picard entered and she couldn't help a slight smile. He was a rather dear friend and his company was always something she looked forward to.

Much to her surprise and disapproval she was not the only one brightening up at Picards arrival.

Guinan has had the displeasure of seeing Q in court. The fake smile as he talks to witnesses and the honest, arrogant smile as he finds just the right passages and words to convince the Judge that his client is right. It's a song and dance that perhaps all lawyers are familiar with but Qs job seemed to have given him an, even for a lawyer, above average superiority complex. A complex that sometimes gave way to a whiny and spoilt brat that had clearly profited off nepotism nearly their entire life.

'Ah, Jean-Luc, what a coincidence to meet you here.'

It was not a coincidence, that was very much clear. The greeting as well seemed to her a bit rehearsed as well. But what wasn't entirely rehearsed was the emotion in Qs voice betraying just how glad he was to see the other man and a smile that was almost terrifingly sincere in her opinion and Guinan was sure that as Q went to talk with Picard that she or anyone else in her bar might as well be none-existent to Q.

#Guinan is usually such a morally high person who even puts Picard back in line #and her relationship with Q is just so #like she genuinly hates Q not overtly much but enough that she really doesn't care about what happens to him #Guinan does not approve of this #although maybe she changes her mind in this rom-com AU a bit when she sees #that Q is genuinly in love

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starkstruck27 · 2 months ago

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My next fill for @metalsandwichbingo !! I've been super busy lately and haven't had a lot of time to write, so I'm gonna post this one and the next one as soon as I finish it tonight. It's the end of the little crime drama I wrote, so I hope everyone enjoys the thrilling conclusion!!

Title: Lights and Sirens, pt. 3

Chapter Title: Spiders Will Snare

Square + Prompt: A3, Survival Situation

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1532 Words

Major Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Additional Tags: Pre-relationship, Alternate universe, Cop Steve Harrington, Murder, Cop drama, Mafia, Interrogations, Plot twists, Neil Hargrove being an asshole

Summary: After his arraignment, Neil manages to get out on bail, and Billy is trying to get away before he can find him. Unfortunately, he isn't quick enough, and the next thing he knows, he's in pain and fighting for his life.

Also on: Ao3

When he got the phone call from Steve, Billy nearly dropped the phone. He hadn’t gone to the arraignment, he was told by the lawyer he shouldn’t, so he didn’t know how it had turned out until now. The judge had set bail at two million dollars, but of course his father found a way to come up with it. Now he was out on bail, and without any kind of restrictive measures. According to Steve, Ms. Wheeler did her best, but the judge wasn’t entirely convinced that his father was guilty once the lawyer spun the tale they’d given the police. Apparently, his father blamed the whole thing on him, and the lawyer was a good enough storyteller that now, the judge had her doubts, too. And now, Billy was gonna be in some hot water.

See, his father wasn’t dumb. He knew somebody had to rat him out, and he knew there were only a select few people who could do that. In fact, there were only three, Billy, his lawyer, and himself. And since he didn’t say anything, and the lawyer didn’t say anything, he would know it had to have been Billy. Which meant that Billy had to get out of there, and now. He would have to stay with a friend or something, because he could not be around his father, or he might not make it out alive.

But he couldn’t think about that now. He had to get his things, and he had to leave, before his father made his way home from the courthouse. He only had so long, and he couldn’t waste a second of time. He had to hurry. Unfortunately, no amount of rushing would’ve gotten Billy out on time. His father was already on his way home, and by the time he was ready to leave, his father had already gotten there.

The next thing Billy knew, he couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear. The only sense he had was a feeling of pain. Every nerve in his body was on fire, and he had no idea how he could get out of this situation. He had no phone to use, even if he wasn’t tied to a chair. He had no way to escape, all the doors were guarded. And he knew nobody would be coming to help him, no matter how hard he screamed. From the looks of it, once he got his vision refocused, he was in a warehouse that his father owned, all of which were at least twenty miles out of town and in the middle of nowhere. Nobody was gonna be out here to hear him.

Still, he screamed, as hard as his lungs would allow. He knew it was futile, but he needed to do something other than bleed. There was hardly anything to do, though. When his father wanted somebody tortured or killed, or both, then his cronies wouldn’t stop until the job was done. Billy didn’t have a chance. All he could do was sit there and try to survive as long as possible.

And while he sat there, he thought, because there wasn’t much else to do. He couldn’t believe he’d been so careless. He should’ve known to get himself out of that place as soon as his father was arrested, should’ve known not to listen to that lawyer and go to court anyway for the arraignment. He should’ve given Steve more to go on with the murder investigation and refuted any claims his father made in person, and he should’ve listened to Eddie when he told him to be ready in case he needed to run. But he didn’t, and now he knew he’d never see either of them again. Somehow, that fact alone hurt more than anything his father’s cronies could do to him.

He’d gotten close to the two of them over the past few months. He had never really been close to anyone except his mother, and of course Max, but he never really had friends, or anything else. The only people around him were his father’s people, and even when he went to school, he never really had friends. How could he when none of them could ever come over to hang out with him, and he couldn’t go out to hang out with them? Steve and Eddie were all he had, and to lose them so soon was the worst pain he’d felt in a long time.

Through the ringing in his ears, suddenly, Billy heard footsteps approaching. Loud, heavy, intimidating footsteps of someone with a slow gait who knew they had nothing but time, and thus was in no rush. Billy knew those footsteps, he taught himself to listen for them since he was five years old, and he hid from them every time he heard them coming. Of course, they were his father’s footsteps, and they were getting closer to him, but this time, he had no way to run and hide.

“You know, after twenty some years, I thought you’d learned not to cross me,” Neil said, pacing around his son slowly. “I thought I beat the disobedience out of you a long time ago, but I suppose not.”

Billy didn’t say anything in response. He knew better than that, at least.

“Now, let’s get some things straight,” Neil continued, “I am not going down for this. Your mother got only what she deserved, and you will only get what you deserve. I’m not going to kill you, because that would only make me seem more guilty, but you will learn your place, mark my words.”

Again, Billy stayed silent. He had nothing to say, and even if he did, he still wouldn’t say it.

“Now, I have to go, I need to prepare for court. I only have a week, you know, and I need to let them work you over sooner rather than later so that the bruises heal before they call you to testify. And I know that once they do, I know you’ll make the right decision on what you say.”

After that, Neil started to walk away, those footsteps receding, but not fully leaving. Maybe he was feeling a twinge of guilt for all this, or maybe it was that he wanted to see his son in pain as some kinda twisted enjoyment for himself, but either way, he stopped. And Billy couldn’t help but laugh a little and mutter under his breath.

“What did you say?” Neil asked, and for the first time today, Billy looked up at him.

“I said you’re a coward,” Billy repeated, “You did the crime, but you can’t do the time, so you’re trying to put it on me? There’s nothing more cowardly than a man running from his problems and making his children clean up his mess.”

“You had better watch what you say to me, boy,” Neil’s voice hardened, but Billy was no longer afraid of him. He knew now that he was going to keep him alive, and even if he did push him so far that he ended up killing him, he was right, it would only make him look more guilty, so either way, Billy knew things would have to work out.

“Why should I? You’re not gonna kill me. You can break my bones, you can make me bleed, but you cannot take my life, and as long as I’m living, I’ve got the upper hand,” Billy said, smiling, even though it hurt. He could taste the blood in his mouth, and it made his smile only look more manic, but he didn’t care. “I’m gonna get out of this, and I’m gonna survive, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me except to kill me, and you already said you can’t do that. So go fuck yourself, because I’m not gonna be your whipping boy anymore.”

“Maybe I can’t kill you,” Neil said, grabbing Billy violently by his hair, “But I can bring you to the brink of death without going all the way. Who knows? Maybe you’ll have an accident and end up paralyzed, or maybe you’ll be so riddled with guilt that you’ll hang yourself. Either way, I can still break you, and I will.”

“Then hit me with your best shot,” Billy said, wincing a little at the grip on his hair, but refusing to show too much, “But as I said, I won’t be broken by a tiny man too afraid to face up to his own actions that he has to blame his kid. And seriously, go fuck yourself.”

The slap across his face hurt like a bitch, but Billy refused to yield. He kept his face as stone cold as he could manage, and pretended not to notice when more blood started trickling down his face. He had made his decision, he was going to survive whatever was thrown at him, because he had to. He had no other choice. And no matter how hard his father hit him, he wasn’t going to stop fighting to survive. All he had to do was get out of there alive, and everything else would fall into place. It had to.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #metalsandwich #msb2024

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kalena-henden · 1 year ago

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Destined With You Final Thoughts

THE GOOD

Rowoon - Every new role I see him in (Extraordinary You and Tomorrow), I feel like he's grown leaps and bounds as an actor. Here he got to be literally be EVERYTHING. He was an arrogant emotionless jerk, a lovesick puppy who says the cutest most ridiculously things, a serious no-nonsense professional who's great at his job, a man struggling with his feelings and choices, a devoted protective lover, gutted and sobbing over life or death circumstances, respectful patient attentive boyfriend, an impulsive and passionate lover. I know we say ALL THE EMOTIONS sometimes but he literally when through them all.

Jo Bo Ah - Hongjo was a hard character for me because she was so passive and let everyone walk all over her again and again. Her saving grace is she always stood up to Shinyu and eventually learned to stand up to those around her. I could easily be annoyed with this character if it was played by a less competent actress.

Ha Joon - I enjoyed his turn as a suave lawyer who's actually a total dork in his personal life so much so that I started watching his new 50-episode family drama, Live Your Own Life, where he's finally the male lead with his own romance. Jaekyung came as Hongjo's sage guide when she needed him and happily exited when she was settled. Honestly, not a bad arc for a SML.

Shinyu's mom, Shinyu's lawyer friend, Hongjo's Landlady, Uram and his grandfather, and Shinyu's assistant - These characters were alot of fun and added to the depth of the story. I wish we had actually gotten more development from them which would have filled out this story a bit better.

Symbolism & Magic - This show is rife with well thought out symbolism. Love all the flower/plant stuff around Hongjo (Bloom) and Shinyu (Groot) equating to a blossoming and thriving relationship. The magic is actually pretty well explained and is there if you're interested in it.

THE BAD

Dropping the Magic Halfway Through - I am EXTREMELY disappointed in a show billed as a FANTASY ROMANCE that went to painstaking care to introduce the spells and curses to be like oops! don't care if the spells worked or not but we kinda care if the big curse is real cause we want to keep Shinyu in perpetual danger. Like I have ZERO respect that the FANTASTY aspect was dropped (and no the reincarnation plotline doesn't count). I feel hoodwinked and things make even less sense now. It's basically a JJ Abrams Mystery Box level of non-sensical bulls*t which is one of the main reasons I stopped watching most Western shows. It also leaves MASSIVE holes about how and why the Gardener and Nayeon started working together as well how did they learn about and come to believe the curses would even work. It was just she's a backstabbing two-faced bully and he's an insane murderer but zilch on their motivations. I really wanted a mini-montage of the black magic curses that were so well foreshadowed. I'm unsure if this was a writing call or directing call because in Korea the directors have final edit rights, not the writers. What got left on the cutting room floor?

Hongjo's coworkers - Why were they so terrible and unfunny the entire time? They were also irrelevant to the plot. The only good thing was her boss stopping the others from bullying Hongjo. It wasted time that could have been given to the side characters l liked (see above).

Noble Idiocracy & Repetitive Danger - I'm not sure which is worse that they repeatedly put themselves in danger time after time (even when bad things kept happening to them) or they broke up or stayed apart for the other person's 'benefit'. *face palm* If it was a great story, I can forgive some of this but...

The Pacing/Editing - If they had done a big reveal of the magic and other stuff at the end that really brought things to a climax, I would be like yeah it was slow at points but look at the payoff! Instead, I'm looking back at this going, if this is the story you wanted to tell, it could use a serious overhaul in HOW it was told. Even though there was stuff I liked about this drama, I wasn't that emotionally invested.

VERDICT

I would only recommend watching this to see Rowoon act his heart out and be in a ridiculously cute and sexy romance. That's it.

I'm sad because I really loved deep diving into this show. It could have been so much more like Goblin, Doom At Your Service, or Alchemy of Souls.

#destined with you #kdrama #kalenapost #kalenameta #destinedwithyoutmeta #kalena watches kdramas #tv

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goldenfox3 · 2 months ago

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I keep thinking I should be drawing instead of writing fanfics because at least drawing I can rationalize as practising for future portfolio pieces instead of "wasting time" on fics which will not lead me to anything but like I'm still flip flopping on whether I even want art to be my job at all because like if I feel demotivated to even draw personal pieces about characters I care about deeply how am I gonna draw stuff I don't care about. Lmao. Or is it easier to draw stuff I don't care about precisely for that reason? I don't know. I keep saying I'm going to draw things other than F-Zero fanart and I don't. I know I'm better than I was before. I know I'm improving. It doesn't feel good enough or fast enough even though I know there's no set deadlines or milestones in life besides death lmao. I feel like I'm having a midlife crisis and I haven't even hit 40. I know hobbies don't have to become monetized. I know their value is in the joy they bring you. I still feel like I'm screaming into the void while at the same time the void is also inside of me. Why am I here. What am I doing. Why did I go to postsecondary twice just to end up in the same place with nothing useful. Did I only go back for the comfort of having my path charted out for me for a while? I went to school to learn to make games but I'm just ok at coding just ok at art just ok at whatever but no studio is gonna hire someone who is just ok at everything and good at nothing lmao. And so I could go solo. But every time I think about trying to work on my pet project from there that my prof and classmates praised as meaningful I lock up and shy away like touching it will erode me or something.

Sometimes I look at Ryu and go your entire fate was decided for you but sometimes I envy that. The way his path forward is always so clear. I envy his conviction. I envy the way Andy always seems to have a handle on things. I crave Bart's advice or Ryu's steadfast support or Jack's way of making people forget their troubles. You always project a little bit of yourself into your writing but I wonder if my insecurities and desires show so plainly through the way I characterize them. I wonder if they become unrecognizable as I bend them towards what I want. Sometimes I just keep clicking between my stats page and list of fanfics page because it feels good to have a tangible record of things I've made and people who liked it even for something as meaningless as this. I've been trying to find a new job for months now and I haven't gotten anything but silence or rejection lmao. I could go back to my old job but the thought of going back to the trapped feeling I had before I went back to postsecondary and spending another 6 years there makes me want to crawl into bed and not come out. Normal people just suck it up and work why can I not do it I can do it I have done it I'm (mostly) able bodied and young and it's been months since I graduated I need to work I don't want to go back to hearing people's life stories dragged out onto recordings and legal proceedings as I lie to the lawyers' faces like not even the retail postings will get back to me which is like. I have a BSc and a Diploma and I still can't find another job lmao. All the shit I'm applying to rn is retail or admin/clerk shit and I'm like. So what did I go to school for. Lmao. I know not everyone ends up in their field but like. Lol.

I don't think I have any mental conditions besides anxiety which the psych found was not at disability level but I don't know if she was testing for like. Depression also lmao. Or is it just the struggles of job hunting in the current tough market getting to me. Sorry to dump this on my FZ blog of all places but I did mention FZ so ✌😔

#dusk rambling #neg

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artdecosupernova-writing · 1 year ago

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OC Kiss Week Day 2: Rain

WIP: WASTE Pairing: None Timeline: so this is interesting. for whatever reason I've decided to take a totally canon event and write it in a completely different POV cuz I had a beautiful vision idk call my lawyer about it CW: Death, minor drug mention Rating: T Words: 1,480

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I pride myself on being a level-headed woman. I pride myself on having the ability to stay focused under duress, and to maintain an air of confidence and wisdom that maybe I don't feel inside at times.

And very rarely does something happen to rock me to my core and shatter that illusion into millions of pieces.

I found myself sitting beside a shuttle pilot, tense and on edge because in the days leading up to this rendezvous—capturing one of the galaxy's most notorious criminals, leading to possibly the biggest victory in the careers of several individuals including myself—I felt in my gut that I had to be there. I had to be present and in the trenches, I had to see this out first-hand against the advisement of my peers.

The tip was, as I'd come to trust, that Oren Altavian planned to make a scheduled drug drop-off with a paltry two lackeys to guard him as he posted for a while on Earth. Two bodies was an unprecedented low number for the kingpin, who normally traveled with no fewer than a small troop of military disappointments wherever he shipped himself. He'd gotten comfortable on Earth, and it looked as if it were shaping up to be the slip-up that would get him off the streets for good.

We had to intercept him seconds after the exchange. Timing would be crucial; any sooner and we'd have nothing to pin on him, and any later and Altavian would disappear once again into the ether.

I strapped on a layer of armor and made sure the other operatives did the same before the shuttle landed. Eight of them, a good fraction trained by the Aerospace Force. Formidable soldiers armed to the teeth and prepared for everything and anything to go wrong.

The drop-off coordinates led us to an abandoned warehouse on the side of a lengthy highway to and from nowhere. Pouring rain. Slippery, muddy ground and puddles making our approach less than totally covert. We landed a distance away to not draw attention, and I grabbed a shotgun as the operatives began to file out of the shuttle.

"Recon the warehouse," I said to them via the comm in my armor collar. "Give the all-clear before taking a cover position. I want everyone spread out."

"Copy," everyone murmured individually. Montgomery, Neallson, Unssue, Yamin, Lorrie, Fitzhugh, Hermann, Rescho, all gave their callsigns and confirmation.

Neallson went in first to check the warehouse. He, Rescho, and Lorrie all reported the building clear. It wasn't a very big place, but it was large enough and full of enough broken-down shipping equipment and old containers that we had ample cover while we waited.

I took my position outside with Unssue behind a pile of aluminum crates, taking advantage of the ideal angles I could see of both possible entrances.

We waited for a long while, in rain that battered and cleared up and battered again, which we anticipated as the exact time given was unclear even to my trusted source. With nothing to accompany us but the sound of the deluge and the occasional vehicle driving up and down the highway, I peered around the corner of a crate and kept an eye on the stretch of shadow hugging the cliff face across the road. I couldn't help but feel that something was there, watching us.

Unssue nudged me with her elbow and nodded toward something on the ground beside us.

A cord? Some kind of wire? It looked to have been partially buried, and the rain washed away most of the dirt packed onto it. Oddly straight, trailing to the warehouse and through the door nearest to us.

I turned away from the direction of the highway. "Anyone in position by the back door?" I whispered into my collar.

"Yeah," said Montgomery. "Got eyes on the door."

"There's a wire leading into the warehouse. Where does it go?"

Radio silence for a moment or two. Unssue frowned.

"...It leads to a pressure sensor," Montgomery said. "...Rescho's standing on it."

"What kind of—"

The unmistakable sound of small aircraft—sky runners, decked in military-grade weaponry—cut through the rain and through my concentration. They found us fast, zipping practically around the drops to get to us.

Unssue was the first to fire at one of the manned vehicles converging on our positions...she was also the first to die. She went down a foot away from me and I could do nothing for a moment but stare in shock and horror.

"Fall back," I managed to wheeze into the comm, though the spray of bullets sliced through the warehouse like a red-hot knife. "F-fall back!"

"Delegate!" Lorrie cried out, and I could hear him from inside the warehouse. "Neallson's—Hermann and Yamin are down, we have to—Delegate DeCosta, get the fuck out of here! NOW!"

I jumped to my feet, about to rush in, when the entire ceiling of the warehouse imploded and collapsed on itself. Waves of mud and debris showered me, and I dove behind the crates to keep myself hidden from the destruction and the runners. Flaming bits of warped metal and stone fell to the ground around me, the hissing of the smoke and the sharp, tangy stench of chemicals and rain and then...

Unnerving silence.

I almost didn't dare move. I didn't hear the runners anymore, but I also didn't hear anybody else. With mud on my face and armor, I moved to talk into my comm.

"...S-sound off." I reached for my shotgun, which had fallen beside Unssue. "...Anybody."

Not a single reply.

Unssue told me as I recruited her for the mission that she looked forward to seeing her parents again, as this would be her big hurrah before leaving the Consortium and going home.

Neallson mentioned something the other day about reconciling with his ex-partner. Montgomery had four grown children. Yamin was also close with their family, Lorrie and Fitzhugh wanted to see where things went with each other, and like the others, Hermann and Rescho were damn good soldiers and people.

I got to my feet and shambled to the rubble. Shotgun clutched tightly in my hand, I peered around for any sign, anything to tell me any of them were alive. I dug, I shoved, I pulled apart...I couldn't move the pieces of rock and metal myself, called in for an emergency rescue effort.

I didn't know why I was limping at the time, but I staggered through the front door and stood on the side of the highway, gun in hand and no feeling left in my body. I glanced down at my leg to find a negligible piece of metal shrapnel sticking out of the shin, and when I raised my head again, something across the road caught my attention.

A pulse of purple light. Slow. It took my eyes several moments to adjust.

A man sat on a motorcycle, staring at me, a lazy purple light breathing in his temple, indicating activity from his SCOT. Guetry Sympa, the best operative the Consortium had ever hired, the best I'd ever hired, straddling his idling electric bike and watching me in the shadow of a cliff face.

Guetry Sympa, the former romantic partner of Oren Altavian. Guetry Sympa, whose parting ways with the drug lord was famously difficult and taxing on him emotionally and mentally. Guetry Sympa...the man who'd tipped me about the drop-off.

My chest hollowed out. I couldn't make out Guetry's face that well, but I knew he could see mine. Nothing made sense. He'd told me in person that the drop-off was happening. He'd had a lead and he shared it with me. He anxiously awaited the day Altavian would be locked up or taken out, and he didn't seem too concerned over which one happened first. I knew him as a survivor, a champion of strength and wherewithal when things turned abysmal for him from every angle.

Through the rain, I started to see him better. He had his arms folded over his chest, the invisible weather protection shield emanating from his bike keeping him dry, and I watched him bring his hand to his mouth, poised with his fingers over his lips...

And he blew me a silent, emotionless kiss.

And then everything came crashing down around me. Guetry revved up his bike and zoomed away faster than I could process. I raised the shotgun at him, knowing it would be pointless, that he was already out of range to begin with, that I had nothing to prove that he was behind this, that I would never have anything to prove he was behind this, that I was going to make sure I never let him out of my sight again.

I was going to make sure he never forgot the people whose trust he betrayed.

#ockiss24 #WASTE #hahaha I don't have a lawyer I am poor :3c #the problem here is that it works so much better in this POV than in the actual canon whoops

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years ago

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The Manager (Ghost Fic) Chapter 9

Summary: The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

Workshop!

Request Board!

Chapter 8

Ari should have known better than to think Braydon would let this go without a fight. The papers she had asked her friend to print up and deliver to her soon-to-be ex-husband had not gone over well. Braydon, apparently not having realized that he had called Ari in the middle of his cheating escapades that fateful night didn't understand the need for a divorce. Ari wasn't stupid and neither was he, this came as a blindside to him. What Ari didn't understand though was why he had brought this to court as a counter lawsuit instead of just letting this go without a fight. Neither was happy within the marriage and he had nothing to gain by keeping her as his wife; their marriage had long ago perished in the flames of their workaholic tendencies and neither were happy. Yet, here they were. Wasting both of their time.

Sometime during the tour, Ari had gotten a rather loud and troublesome phone call from her husband demanding to know why she was filing for divorce out of the blue; as if he didn't even fucking know! Already stressed with the situation with Dewdrop who had ignored her presence after their last encounter had edged the woman into a state of being fed up with everything. She was confused, wanting to love a man who clearly wanted her but being stuck with another who wanted nothing to do with her but wanted to keep face. The stress of work, the avoidance of the elephant in the room while on tour, and the overwhelming feeling of being trapped spurred Ari into speaking with Copia to discuss an early leave from the tour which was only half over at this point just so she could drive all the way back here for a court hearing at her husband's lawyer's insistence leaving her friends behind to figure this shit out.

The courtroom was charged with tension as the divorce case between Ari and Braydon unfolds. Ari, with a determined look on her face, sits on one side of the courtroom, accompanied by her assertive lawyer - Caroline Foster; who also had been the one to draw up divorce papers sat beside her. Braydon, a stoic man in his early thirties, sits on the other side with his steely-eyed lawyer, Ms. Harrington with a look of retribution on her face.

Judge Ramirez, well known in their state for being a seasoned judge known for her fairness, presides over the case from her pew.

With a stern look on her face, Judge Ramirez begins the hearing. "We are here today to resolve the divorce proceedings between Ariel Whitmore and Mr. Braydon Whitmore. I expect both parties to conduct themselves with respect and civility. Is that clear?"

Ari and Braydon both nod, their expressions betraying a mix of anger and frustration in an equal manner but out of the pair Ari was calm on the matter; it was her idea after all for this divorce.

Turning to Ari's lawyer the judge continues with a wave of her hand. "Ms. Foster, please state your client's demands."

With assuredness, Caroline gives a nod before speaking. "Your Honor, my client, Mrs. Whitmore, is seeking a fair division of the marital assets. She has been the primary breadwinner throughout the marriage and has made substantial contributions to their acquisition. Additionally, she is requesting nothing more than simply her share of the assets she had put into the marriage as well as the return of her half of the payments for the residency of the shared flat they are living in. She does not want anything of value besides what she had brought with her when they had gotten married; they do not have any children or pets to split custody of and only wish to finalize the divorce."

Ms. Harrington rises to her feet, ready to counter Ms. Foster's claims defensively. "Your Honor, Mr. Whitmore acknowledges Ariel's financial contributions. However, it is important to note that he has also contributed significantly to the marriage, both emotionally and in terms of household responsibilities. The assets should be divided in a manner that reflects both parties' contributions."

The tension in the courtroom reaches its peak as Ms. Foster stands to present further evidence with a folder in her hand that she is looking through; her calm demeanor and mask of indifference not cracking as she speaks up.

"Your Honor, Mrs. Whitmore has worked tirelessly to build her career within the folds of Law. She had been sacrificing her personal life and well-being in the process to upkeep the bills and payments shared while her husband had made less commission in his job; on top of that, she has spent a considerable amount of her time and money to keep things afloat while he worked to promote his career. Mr. Whitemore's contributions pale in comparison to that which she had paid and we have evidence from bank statements that even after his promotion with a higher salary Mrs. Whitmore had still been paying most if not all the cost of bills. She deserves a significant portion of the marital assets to compensate for her dedication and hard work."

Braydon, unable to hold back his anger any longer, interjects with a disbelieving laugh of irony.

"Your Honor, Ariel's claims are exaggerated. I have been supportive throughout our marriage, allowing her to pursue her ambitions. I deserve a fair share of the assets we accumulated together."

Judge Ramirez bangs her gavel, demanding order in the court.

"Enough! I will not tolerate any further interruptions or personal attacks. Both parties will have the opportunity to present their evidence and make their case. The court will render a decision based on fairness and the equitable division of assets." she stated firmly glaring down at them all from her post before she turns to Ari who had said nothing this entire time.

"Mrs. Whitmore, do you have anything to add to this case that you think is crucial to know?" she inquires.

Blinking a moment Ari gathers her courage and stands gracefully; smoothing down her pencil skirt and clasping her hands together. "I do your honor, if I may." she tipped her head respectfully despite the tension in her shoulders.

"Go ahead." the judge replies leaning back in her chair.

"Thank you, your honor. Mr. Whitmore and I have been married for 5 years. And while at the beginning of our marriage, everything had been going well; it is true to the fact that when I got into the Law practice I was making more money while he was a cop and making most of the payments for the rent, utilities, and groceries. His only contribution had been buying us dinner every once in a while and on occasion pitching in to help with rent when money was extra tight. However, over the course of the last 3 years of our marriage, I have come to the realization that there has been infidelity on his part and that the money that he had been making as a detective, albeit better than before, had not been going to the bills needed to pay, but have been going to his...extra-curriculum activities in the form of dates, gifts, and trips with other women. Which is why we are here today in court for a divorce." she slanted her husband a look; catching the nervous look in his eye despite the thunderous look on his face.

"There's no proof of any of that, I have been loyal-" he began to interrupt but Ari would not give him the satisfaction as she grabbed the folders from her friend's hands and held it up flipping through the paperwork as she continued speaking.

"A few years prior we had started a joint bank account that he had been the primary founder of and I secondary but if you look here, your honor you can see where all the money is going; it's been marked between the expanses needed for living expenses and those that he had been using for his indiscretions within the marriage. The marriage itself had been falling apart for the last 3 years; neither of us are happy and after getting evidence of his infidelity I had tried to do this peacefully and quietly but he wished to bring it to court, so here we are."

Judge Ramirez beckoned for the files to look at more closely at as she spoke up. "So you believe he is cheating on you?"

"Yes, your honor. I have proof. He called me in the middle of his act without realizing it. I would like to point out that I don't want anything from him, I would like to get my things back; my half of the deposit for the fees for the flat we share and move on with my life-"

"At least I'm not working for a Satanic church!" Braydon snarled turning to his wife.

"My job has nothing to do with any of this." Ari replied firmly. "We are here because you cheated on me and thought I wouldn't notice; I had. For a few years now had my suspicions; you were the one who made the mistake and slipped up to get caught."

"Order in the court!" the judge banged her gravel on the wood looking between the two. "Mr. Whitmore, your wife's occupation does not have anything to do with the cause of this divorce case. As it seems rather clear from this file here there are some serious issues going on." she stated in a hard tone.

Braydon glared at each Ari but she just tipped her chin up proudly and stared back at him with determination; she wanted and needed nothing from him but for him to get the fuck out of her life once and for all. The courtroom remains a battleground for their conflicting desires and the fight for what they believe is rightfully theirs. When it came time for the case to be judged Ari walked out victorious with a rather large sum of money paid to her.

She never felt more free than she did walking out of that courtroom. When she went into the lobby she got one hell of a surprise; Copia and the ghouls sat waiting for her and the shock was evident when she saw their glamoured state of unease and worry on their faces. That quickly dissipated when they spotted her walking over with her lawyer.

"Ari!" Copia sighed in relief as he rose and offered her a hug; a grateful sigh left her as she took it, slumping against him as she hugged him back - relieved that it was finally over.

"Hi..." she smiled slightly.

"How'd it go?" Cumulus asked coming to give her a hug.

"We won the case strong." Caroline replied beaming. "He didn't even stand a chance." she said proudly.

"Oh, that's a relief! We're so happy for you!" Aurora clapped.

"You fucking skanky bitch! I gave you everything and you want to do this to me?" the group turned to see a furious-looking Braydon stalking over to them.

"Braydon. You lost. End of story. If you weren't going around fucking other women we wouldn't be here today; all I ever wanted was to have a happy marriage but you were so caught up with wandering eyes and work that you didn't want to put in the effort." Ari stated firmly turning to face him head-on.

"You're fucking one of them, aren't you? Maybe more than one huh? Being a manager for a rock band seems tough." he sneered getting in her face.

Ari's eyes widened in shock as her mouth dropped open but before she could tell him off she was shoved to the side into Copia and a fist came flying through the air; making a solid cracking landing directly into Braydon's nose causing him to yell out in pain and double over gripping his blooded nose. Ari turned in stunned surprise to find Dewdrop leering over the injured man.

"If you call her a skank one more time or ever insinuate that she's acting like a whore again I will break every fucking bone in your body. She wasn't the one who was cheating behind your back." he snarled

Swiss and Phantom gripped Dewdrop's shoulders to pull him back away from the man when they noticed the security guards watching on carefully. They waved nervously to them as if to say everything was okay but by the looks on the guards' faces they didn't seem to care - too invested in the drama it seemed.

"Dew we are in a courthouse! Stop it." Phantom hissed in his ear as he bracketed an arm over his friend's chest to keep him from lunging again. Ari reached out to touch Dew's arm and shook her head.

"He isn't worth it Dew. Let it go, we already won the case. No need for further instigation." she warned softly before turning to Caroline.

"Thank you so much for this Caroline. I'll send you a check of your cost fees," she told her with a smile of gratitude.

"Of course." her friend replied matching her smile. "Oh, and...hang on to this one." she winked throwing a thumb towards Dewdrop before taking her leave to go do the paperwork to finish filing the case verdict.

"Si si..." Copia cleared his throat before motioning his group. "Let's go." he nearly pushed them out of the building and towards the bus that was parked at the back of the lot away from prying eyes.

"Copia, I have to ask. Why the hell are you guys here? You're supposed to be on tour!" Ari said as she walked with linked arms with Aurora and Cumulus.

"Ah, about that..." Swiss rubbed the back of his head with a laugh.

"The rest of the tour got canceled by the venue we were supposed to perform at." Rain said with a shrug.

"What? Why?" Ari frowned in confusion.

"Dewdrop caught the stage on fire." Mountain rumbled from behind her making Ari's head snap over to the fire ghoul who was sulking as he walked ahead of the group.

"Dewdrop!" she chastised but her face lit up with laughter after a moment as if she couldn't believe it.

Nudging forward Rain peered at her face. A shy uncertain look shadowed his features. "Ari...does this change anything?..." he asked.

She knew what he was referring to. Was she going to stay as their tour manager or would she leave and find work elsewhere after this whole debacle. One obstacle had been tackled with her divorce...but that still left one uncertain road ahead of her involving a certain fire ghoul. Ari looked over at Dewdrop with a small frown on her face.

"I..." she paused thoughtfully. "Give us a minute?" she asked softly as she let go of the girl's arms and slipped past everybody as they reached the bus.

While they boarded Ari caught Dewdrop's arm before he could follow suit and pulled him away from the entrance. "Dew can we talk?" she asked softly.

He stopped in his tracks but said nothing as he looked away from her. "There isn't anything to talk about."

"There is." she insisted. "We can't keep working like this...You know that; we have to talk about what happened and move forward."

"There's nothing to talk about Ari." Dewdrop muttered pulling his arm from her grasp and heading towards the bus but she yanked him back by the arm.

"Dew stop avoiding me! Enough is enough! We have to talk about this! It's gone over long enough and I'm tired...I just...I need you to talk to me and tell me what your thinking!" she demanded trying to keep her composure.

"You want to talk about it? You want to know what's on my mind?" Dewdrop spun around to face her; their faces close to each other and Ari could see the glimmer of anger in his eyes this close up. The blue was pretty but she missed his orange flames.

"I'm thinking, that I opened up myself to you knowing the fucking risks only to get rejected by the only person I truly ever cared about outside of my pack. It kinda hurts being rejected you know? And I don't fucking think your rejection was solely because you were a 'married' woman Ariel! It's because you are too scared to take the fucking risk because you're too scared of getting hurt; I get it. I'm not everybody's first choice but for lucifer's sake, woman, I wish you'd just fucking get over it and stop thinking like a good person and live once in a while in the moment even if it means catching feels." he snorted drawing away from her.

"I'm done talking about this; you made your choice, now live with it." he turned and stormed inside the bus leaving her standing there staring after him with a helpless look on her face and an ache in her chest as she mulled over his words.

Today, she managed to win her divorce case, and by the end of the week, she would be a free woman at last and take back her maiden surname. But winning this case didn't mean winning Dewdrop over. Would they be able to fix what happened between them or will she be destined to leave the only place she felt wanted and loved in?

Chapter 10

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Crackin’ the Code

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

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

word count: 9k

warnings: smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The CEO never fantasized about a wedding.

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

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

Harry wanted to marry his fiance after their first date.

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

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

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

Don’t get him wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a goddamn waste of a night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t happen often.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was so fucked up.

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

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

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

She was just...everything.

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

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

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

She was confident in a way that girls rarely were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry cannot remember the last time he had been nervous.

Maybe back in his teenage years? If that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YN had never felt more out of place.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a relief.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “A relief?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life didn’t even seem real at this moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y’breakin’ the tradition, m’heart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hair and makeup went fast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It started to feel real.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The line goes dead but YN feels much better now.

—

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

YN knew she wanted to have an outside wedding.

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

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

She knew exactly where Harry would be standing.

Underneath a beautiful, dated archway with intricate designs about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry rubs his eyes before meeting hers again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

YN giggles, returning the kiss before pushing him off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The guests in the chairs are quite speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The reception is more of a dinner than a party.

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

It was perfect.

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

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

There is not much more to say than that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She needs him close, she needs her husband.

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

Harry had always imagined this night.

To have someone laid out underneath him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gyusfavlibra · 2 years ago

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TURN THE NIGHT AROUND| PARK JIMIN

Pairings: Jimin x gn reader! Non-idol au.

Warnings: Language, cheating, food waste, stranger danger, public embarrassment

Word Count: 2.6K

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"You're breaking up with me?"

Right inside the restaurant, you sat across from each other. You felt as if you dressed almost too nice for the occasion.

"I just think it's best. I mean- I'm about to be a defense attorney. You're working in an office building," he appointed. "Besides, your favorite movie is Twilight. Mine is X-men. They don't even correlate."

Your brushed out brows frowned. How can movie likes even be included right bow.

"What do movies have to do with how I feel about you and our relationship."

"Everything. We're just not meant to be, Y/n. I'm sorry."

The largest scoff you think you have ever exposed came out of your system. Followed by rolling your eyes.

"You know, you weren't saying this two weeks ago when you were at my house begging to stay the night with me. All night you sat there soothing me and telling me we were soulmates."

"Well, in the past two weeks, things have changed."

Your eyes then widened. "What's changed? Me working? I gotta make a living somehow, Chan."

You both what the true answer behind this was. You weren't stupid. And he wasn't a good topic avoider.

"Just come out with it."

Chan chuckled to ease the fear boiling in his stomach. "I found someone else. Someone who can fit my every day needs."

You had never been so sarcastically shocked. Another person? Where did she come from? What's she like? What does she have that you haven't already gotten or given.

Although if the last question could be answered, it'd be appreciated.

"So, you've been with someone else behind my back. This whole time."

"Not technically."

"Yes. You have. What the hell?"

"Y/n, you're making this hard."

"Is it not suppose to be? Jeez, how much of a jerk can you really be."

"Name calling isn't needed," he chuckled again. Feeling a hinge of regret doing it in the scenery he chose. Maybe he had thought doing it in a public area would be easier because he felt you wouldn't make a scene. Not wanting to feel embarrassed.

But, boy, was he wrong.

"Can you just tone it down a bit?"

"Tone it down? You want me to turn it down?"

"That would be great."

You rubbed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, scoffing at the absolute nonsense you were being forced to hear for the past few minutes. The anger now boiling hotter inside of you instead. So mad at him and at yourself for getting your hopes up about the night going well.

So, instead of giving into him completely, you stood.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

You reached over the circled table that held the food, drinks, napkins, and silverware.

But, out of all those things, you picked up your bowl of warm Ramen. Before the asshole could turn back and stop you, the whole dish of noodles was tossed right onto his figure.

The soup soaking his dress shirt. The noodle tangling in his hair and his lap. You can seem the steam generating off him.

People around them gasped. Totally shocked to see such misbehaving actions in such a nice place.

"What the hell, Y/n?"

"Fuck you! You can have your preppy lawyer girlfriend and stupid test court cases. Which I hope you fail by the way. And I sure as help hope you burn in hell."

Leaving it at that, you left the restaurant. Grabbing your things to carry with you.

Your chest felt empty. Mind was racing along with your heart. The breeze outside didn't even care to help you cool down from the humidity indoors.

You walked to the window off the side, sitting on the ledge of a cement wall. You were glad you finally sat down. Not sure how much longer you could take it with your anxiety and painful ass heels.

Tears were forming. A few actually succeeding to fall. Your nose runny from the bruning effect that took action from you becoming tearful.

How had you actually been so blind to see it all along? Had work actually been so distracting that you didn't even notice he had being betraying you?

You were disappointed. In yourself mainly. Felt as if it was your fault because you worked so much. So much that he had time to find someone else. How pathetic you felt sitting here crying over that asshole.

You wiped your tears. Using the sleeves of your jacket to clear any stains or wetness the dripped it puddles in your lap.

"'Scuse me-"

A unknown presence had joined themself into your space. Bending slightly to make sure you could actually hear whatever it is they were planning to say. The cologne radiating off their body was strong.

Not at all like what Chan wears. You lifted your head, giving them your full attention by making eye contact to the body.

"Sorry to bother you, but you don't happen to have a lighter do you?"

You were taking quite a second to process. Too mesmerized by those beautiful eyes of the guy who had approached you.

His dark haired mullet like hairstyle so memorizing.

Along with the mini smile he held. His teeth were pearly white. He seemed so full of joy it made you almost wanna smile just for the hell of it.

You felt ridiculous staring at him in such a way.

"Oh- sorry."

You sniffle, reaching into your pocket to pull out a green lighter you kept for other uses besides smoking. Like candle or survival reasons.

"Thank you," he muttered. "I'll be right back."

The guy walked to the other side of the dark brick designed street. He seemed to have at least six friends standing in front of two large black suv's. One with LED lights. The other with none, but it did have silver trim to the doors.

As you scanned each of the members of the friend group, your phone buzzed in your hand. You turned the screen on. Using your finger print to unlock the device.

A message notification being the most recent announcement.

Him❤

I'm sorry it ended like this.

read

Him❤

I hope you got home safely.

read

Him❤

I'll have a friend come get my things tomorrow afternoon from your place. Please don't burn them!

read

You rolled her eyes growling at the messages he had the nerve to sense. Burn them? I'll do worse than burning them. "You dick."

"I'm sorry?"

You almost jumped at the same voiced that called to you just moments ago. Him standing next to you again. You sighed. He was holding out your lighter. Sending a smile, taking it back.

"Oh- thank you. And that wasn't directed towards you, by the way. It's for someone else."

He smiled. "Can I ask who then?"

"My asshole of a ex who just dumped me, and then had to audacity to text me and ask me not to burn his belongings."

The brunette chuckled. "Oh, damn."

"I know right. Such a douchebag. Maybe I should burn his things. And then drive to the pacific ocean and throw them in it. That's what he gets for cheating on me."

"That's crazy."

You looked at the guy. His hands in his pockets. "Too much?"

"Oh! No, you do you. I just meant, he must be real crazy to cheat on someone as beautiful as you. Well- someone as psycho as you, but beautiful."

The biggest blush grew on your cheeks as the stranger you had just met a couple minutes ago had complimented you. Thank God it was dark outside. He had your back in the situation. Telling you to do you as you came up with revenge scenarios.

Choosing to not show much since you did just get dumped, you tilted your head. "Thanks."

He held a hand out. "I'm Jimin."

You held his hand, passing a shake. "I'm Y/n."

"So, Y/n, what's so wrong with you that this guy thinks it's okay to cheat?"

"I don't know. He says I don't fit him. Because he's a law student and i'm...well I'm me. Working in a office building 24/7. Trying to fend for myself. He says the other girl fits him so I assume she's also a law student."

He scratched his nape. "Wait so- he's going around being unloyal because you're trying to make a living with what you have?"

You nodded. "Pretty much."

"That's so stupid."

"Tell me about. Not to mention, I get the feeling he brought me to a public place to break up so I wouldn't cause a scene."

Jimin put his hands together as if he was praying or making a wish. "Please, tell me you made a scene. Tell me that, and make me proud."

"Oh I poured my food on him and his 300 dollar dress shirt. I really hope it stains."

"That's awesome. You're freaking awesome."

Normally you would feel bad, but after he decided to show HIS true colors, where's the harm for her to do so. You get what you give. Emotionally and physically said.

"It's normal to not feel bad, right?"

"Why feel bad? He brought it on himself. And even though, I barely know you, I can tell, he's gonna regret it sooner or later. And guess what, he won't get you back because now you see who he truly is. You can see what will come out again if he was ever around again. You'll be strong. Just like tomorrow. You'll have the chance to slam the door in the face like he did to you tonight."

You pursed your lips before slightly smiling. "You really think so?"

"I know so. He didn't deserve you."

Feeling the huge wave of confidence and relief wash over you like you were sitting at the edge of the water at the beach. Waves coming in hot.

This night started out as a complete mess just by one stupid ex who played you out like a total idiot, and yet, a total stranger had somehow turned it all around for you. With just simple words.

All of the six friends you counted out had walked over to the duo. One wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulder. He was much taller.

"Jimin, you rea- oh hi!"

You waved to the tall figure with platinum blonde hair and very clear dimples that made his smile even prettier. Same to the rest who had passed the favor. "Hello."

"I'm Namjoon. That's Taehyung, Yoongi, Jungkook, Hobi, and Jin."

"Y/n. Nice to meet you all."

Jimin turned to the guys. "Y/n's boyfriend just dumped them. Dude's an asshole.

One with a black mid length hair and a eyebrow piercing had risen eyebrows. "Really?"

You nodded.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Just wasn't meant to be."

Jimin smiled. Namjoon turning to the brunette. "Everybody's already there. And they're waiting on us."

"OK! Okay! We can go."

Namjoon, threw a excited fist into the hair, causing you to giggle in your spot on the ledge. He turned to you, pointing with his finger as if he was gonna call you out.

"Hey Y/n, you've had a bad night. Wanna join us."

Just as you were about to quickly deny,, the guy that was smoking earlier nodded. "You should. Really."

"What is it?"

"My friends and I are about to head to a club to drink and dance. Karaoke game and stuff. We do it every Friday when we don't have a work schedule. It's fun. You should come with."

"No, no. I don't wanna intrude on your guys' night."

"You're not! And it's not even a guy night. Tons of cool people will be there. Join us!" The one Namjoon had introduced as Hobi spoke out.

You contemplated. Giving it much thought. Especially since they had just met. But somehow, even being new meters, you felt a safe connection to the individual. And his friend was very welcoming. Gentle.

"If you don't join us, there's a chance Jimin will be a buzz kill. So we beg, please come. And there'll be a bunch of handsome men, like me obviously, there to make you feel better."

Jimin smacked his friend who had chuckled while almost flying into a few of them. He turned held a hand out once again in front of you. "What do you say?"

You let out a joyful huff before giving into the boy you had grown so fond of. Placing your hand in his soft and small ones. "Fine."

They all cheered. Heading towards the trucks, Four gathered in one and four in the other. Jimin held your hand all the way to vehicle and sat with you in the back.

At some apologizing for the physicality, but you assured him it was totally okay.

"This place is huge."

"Yeah, it's popular in the area," Jimin responds back into your ear. The music too loud for you to speak farther in distance. His breath tickled your neck.

"Wanna drink?"

You nodded. Following him to the bar. You sat in the wooden stools that had red cushions tied to the corners.

"2 cokes please," he orders to the bartender. You were to busy scanning the ceiling too even realize his was watching you closely. Cheek resting on his hand.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing."

"What is it?" you asks again.

"I'm just...trynna figure out how anyone would ever hurt someone so special like you."

There goes the deep clushing again. No thanks to white bar lights reflecting on your face. He can definitely see how flustered you are.

"You've known me for an hour."

"And I already feel like I know so much."

The drinks land in front of you. The brunette pushing one over to you. You recieve it with a smile. To ease the tension, you choose to pass on an unintentional joke.

"Careful, Jimin. You keep talking like that I might get the wrong idea and assume you're flirting with me."

You didn't realize exactly what you said until it came out. Expecting a speed denial, instead you receive a chuckle. Jimin's eyes panning to his glass.

His fingers grip the straw and twirl the red straw around. Ice clinking against the cup.

"I must be sending out the right signals then," he said just loud enough for you to hear.

You cough.

Jimins lays his hand on your back. Patting it gently. "You okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

You wave. "You- you didn't. Just surprised me."

He chuckled again. Rubbing shapes against your covered spine instead of patting. "Is your night better?"

"Much."

The now close proximity between you too became smaller and smaller the more he moved closer to you. Part of you wanted to run, screaming that you just met him. You'll get fooled again.

As for the other part, it's telling you to just do you. Nothing's ever permanent. Just enjoy the night. You deserved it.

"Y/n," he called, "Can I ask for a favor in return?"

You hesitated before nodding slightly. Almost to softly that it didn't even seem like a reply.

His soft handle landed on your burning cheek. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek bone. Closer. Closer.

He was gonna kiss you.

An inch between you. That's all that was left. You were ready. You braced yourself by each second.

And just when you thought it was coming, he chuckled, kissing your cheek instead with his nice pink lips. "Be yourself tonight. And don't leave my side. Okay?"

You smiled, partially fake. The disappointment hidden quite well. But thank god it didn't happen, maybe kissing on the first meet wasn't such a good idea. At least not on your radar.

"Let's go dance."

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rere-the-writer · 4 years ago

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Can I request an imagine where the reader is mad at the Mikaelsons and she pretends to forget anything about them (maybe through compulsion like Stefan forgot about Klaus?) to teach them a lesson? And I would also like to say that I love your fics!

Yes time for some angst. And thank you also sorry for this angst.

Warnings: Angst like all the of the angst again sorry

You knew it was stupid and knew they loved you but you were feeling ignored by your lovers. You understand that Hayley needed to be protected as she had Klaus's child. But you saw how she seemly had both Elijah and Klaus wrapped around her finger.

Kol was always around Hayley too so was Rebekah, while Hope you completely understood but why Hayley. The more you thought about it the angrier you got and was tired of a cold bed and being seemly cast aside so you had packed a bag feeling an anger you never felt before. You texted Marcel to meet you at the train station as you headed down stairs pausing seeing Hayley practically nuzzled up to Elijah as she happily talked to the others.

Angry tears clouded your eyes and left knowing that once they knew what you did they'll be upset. But so were you and left for the train station.

"Are you sure about this? What about the baby?" Marcel asked as he stood in front of you as you smiled sadly looking at your best friend placing a hand on your abdomen as hurt wrapped around your heart.

"Yeah Marcel.....maybe they'll learn a lesson but I know I'll go crawling back if I don't. So here." You say taking off your vervain necklace handing it to the vampire ready for him to compel you.

"You will forget all you know of the Mikaelsons. You'll forget that you loved them. You'll live a happy life, find love....you will happy with your baby."

The composition settled over you and Marcel left watching you blinked confused then looked at your train ticket. You hurried to your train ignoring the odd pain in your heart.

"Where is she!" Kol called out from your bedroom that felt oddly cold as it had been three months since you left. Kol was looking for you when Rebekah brought up your anniversary was coming up.

"Who?" Hayley asked as Elijah gently removed the female hybrid from his side frowning. Elijah knew who Kol was talking about, you their little Queen who seemed to be gone at the moment.

"Y/N isn't in her bedroom?" Elijah asked Kol looking up at his brother who was on the catwalk while Hayley followed after him.

"No."

"Check my bedroom if she isn't there then she's in Niklaus's."

"She isn't there either!" Kol said making Elijah frown listening for your heartbeat coming up with nothing. Klaus and Rebekah was walking in with bags of gifts for you.

"Something wrong?"

"Y/N isn't in the compound." Elijah answered Rebekah who smiled placing the bags down.

"Maybe she out getting gifts. You know our little wife Elijah, things need to be prefect."

"No she would have told Kol and I if she was leaving." Elijah said this made Klaus and Rebekah frown while Hayley was confused.

"Wait....I thought Y/N was only dating Kol?"

"No, Hayley we share her. She is our lover but now seems to be missing." Rebekah tells the hybrid as Klaus searched their home for you. Hayley looked to Elijah who nodded this made Hayley a little jealous knowing this new information.

"She isn't here." Klaus growled as Marcel walked in carrying a box when Klaus grabbed his attention.

"Marcel! Do know where Y/N is?" Klaus asked the vampire who was your best friend. Marcel was a little annoyed that it took them three months for them to notice you were gone.

"Yeah but I am not telling you." Marcel tells Klaus as he had a guy watching over you as you were happy and safe. Marcel grunted surprised to see Elijah was the one holding him by his throat.

"Speak. Where is she?" Elijah growled eyes narrowed at Marcel as the younger vampire flinched.

"She is in New York."

You were shopping getting some Christmas presents for your work friends and your boyfriend. You had settled in New York after leaving New Orleans and you gotten a job as a historian at a museum.

"Oh sorry." You say bumping into a man dressed in a long coat and suit, he was handsome too handsome. He caught you and right away noticed your bumb and helped you stand.

"My apologies." He breathed as you felt like crying for some reason and saw four other people with the guy. You felt heartbroken for some reason seeing them but let go and stepped out of the man's arms.

"Well I need to go. So once again sorry." You say picking your bags up walking off missing the heartbroken look in the man's eyes. They watched you run to a man smiling at him as he wrapped his arm around you touching your belly.

"She doesn't seem to know us." Rebekah said frowning as Elijah nodded watching the man kiss your forehead. You both talking about a Christmas party something that hurt your vampires seeing you with another.

"It seems she had Marcel compel her." Kol said frowning as Hayley stepped forward wrapping her arms around Elijah's arm.

"Sounds like to me she doesn't want to be you with anymore." Hayley said rubbing Elijah's hand as he frowned.

"No she would still want us." Klaus said hurting as Kol and Rebekah agreed so they stayed going to win you back even though Hayley thought it was a waste of time.

They arrived to a Christmas party that Kol compelled their way in and stopped seeing you dressed in a gorgeous dress that flowed over your curves perfectly. You were with Ryan when you noticed the Mikaelsons blinking as the weird heartache was back

"Baby? You Alright?"

"Yeah Ry. Just the little bean being restless."

"All this lawyer talk got your little bean tired." Ryan teased lightly kissing your neck making you giggle pushing him away. Jealousy flooded the Mikaelsons as Hayley didn't understand why they wanted you back if you left and having Marcel compelled you to forget.

"Compel this Ryan and undo what Marcel compelled her to forget." Kol said as they agreed while Hayley got a drink shaking her head finding this all stupid. Hayley watched for the rest of the party of the Mikaelsons getting closer to you.

"Can we just go home? Who cares that she left. Because from what I'm seeing she doesn't want you all anymore." Hayley said wrapping her arms around Elijah's arm who was ignoring her.

"Heading off Ryan and Y/N?" Larry called out as Ryan laughed nodding wrapping your scarf around your neck getting the vampire's attention. Hayley was quite impressed of the apartment Ryan and you lived in still finding the Mikaelsons wanting you back stupid.

They reached your door and Kol knocked on the door which Ryan answered blinking seeing Kol. You looked up from knitting seeing Ryan walking in smiling with the Mikaelsons and Hayley following.

"Ryan, what is hap......" You cut off when Elijah was suddenly in front of you cupping your cheek.

"The composition you are under is lifted. You will remember everything." Elijah said watching you blinked as Ryan was compelled to stay in his office. You surprised them when you slapped Elijah as angry tears fell from your eyes.

"Why are you here?! And I am not surprised you guys brought her ." You said glaring as Elijah touched his cheek finding it hard to believe you smacked him.

"Now love, no need to be hostile."

"No need to be hostile? Fuck you Nik! You all seemly set me aside for some new pretty face!" You said standing anger filled you as they were taken back as Hayley crossed her arms.

"Rich coming from the pregnant woman that ran off. Maybe you don't satisfy them no longer." Hayley said as you glared darkly at her clutching your fists that were shaking.

"Or maybe you were just some lonely little wolf who took advantage of the fact she was pregnant with Klaus's daughter." You said lowly making Hayley freeze.

Now your lovers had never seen you like this before and this angry before as Rebekah stepped up to calm you down.

"Now sweetheart no...."

"No what? Be angry? Be upset? You all ignored me and that I gave you what you wanted suddenly you want me back? Because you finally notice I was gone."

"Guess what this isn't something you can fix with a sorry and we'll do better!" You said pulling away from Rebekah which hurt her as she other than Kol was the most affectionate with you.

"Look sorry I slept with Klaus and had Hope. Sorry you feel like I am so call stealing them away from you." Hayley huffed rolling her eyes annoyed with the situation. You held your head high a gilt in your eyes.

"Then say it Hayley if it ain't true. Tell Elijah that you aren't in love with him. Tell him your feelings for him means nothing. In fact tell them all how you didn't just sleep with Klaus to get information about the Crescent wolves."

You stood there a fire in your eyes anger in your heart as Hayley stared feeling the Mikaelsons eyes on her. You were ready to burn every bridge while Klaus couldn't take his eyes off you. You were reminding him of a Queen ready to wage war.

"I....you guys can't seriously believe her?! I have no feelings for Elijah." Hayley said looking at you frowning.

"If this is done. You guys can leave and undo the composition on Ryan." You say going back to your knitting things as Kol frowned.

"Darling, we can't leave you here to raise Elijah's child with some lawyer."

"How did you?"

"Figure it out? Easy Elijah was the last one in your room after me," Kol said crossing his arms, "also over heard you and Freya talking about getting you pregnant."

"Fine I'll give you that but I am not leaving." You said sitting down as Klaus groaned.

"Love, you are being stubborn. Come home.....it is cold without you."

"I could say the same when I was home. My bed was just as cold and lonely while you all fawned over Hayley." You said hitting them in the heart.

"Then why not speak to us how you felt?"

"Oh sorry Y/N Hayley needs help with the wolves. Sorry Y/N I am doing this thing for Hayley. Sorry for missing dinner love but had dinner with Hayley." You said mocking their accents while putting away your yarn since you won't be knitting.

Kol snorted a laugh getting a glare from Rebekah as Elijah knelt by you grabbing your hand. You looked at him raising your eyebrow at him.

"You're right. If you wish to stay here baby then we won't force you to come home. Lesson learned but promise you will come home when you forgive us."

"I will but don't hold your breath." You say taking your hand away as Elijah stood nodding to Klaus who fixed Ryan. They moved to the door hoping you'll change your mind but it never came.

You waited until you heard the door close before the tears fell from your eyes as you let out a sob and Ryan came out pulling you into his arms. You knew it hurt but you couldn't bring yourself to follow after them.

"We should have dragged her home, Elijah."

"Then she would have been more angry, Niklaus. We can only hope she'll return to us."

"Better hope you didn't make a mistake Elijah." Klaus growled walking out of Elijah's study. Elijah looked at his drink frowning.

"I hope so too Niklaus."

#rere's stories #mikaelsons x reader #mikaelson family x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine

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extremelyblackandwhite · 2 years ago

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hi! for the 24 days of christmas can i pick “i drew their name! AGAIN. it’s been the third year in a row! what the fuck.” with lee bodecker or destroyer chris, please?

pairing: destroyer!ex-husband!chris x ex-wife!reader

a/n: thank you so much for your request! if anyone else wants to participate, here's the instructions

12 days of christmas

Chris never liked the holidays, never - even as a child. He found them pointless, shitty days wrapped up in fake shinny paper with just a high enough dose of capitalism to make the rich man happy. As his father used to say "why waste all my hard earned money on one year decorations?" and as each year passed by, he came to agree with him more and more.

- Time to pick a name out the hat. - Erin placed the hat on top of his desk. He rose his eyes from his paperwork, sighing as he put his hand in the dirty hat which seemed to make way all year round. - And spare me the Grinch speech. It gets old.

- Secret Santa gets old. - he finally found a wrapped paper, taking it out and on top of his paperwork. - Who did you get this year?

- Got you. Heads up, you’re getting a Starbucks gift card for 10 dollars.

- How thoughtful. - he rolled his eyes. - That will get me what? 2 whole coffees?

- And you’re welcome. - she sat on top of this hat. - And who got the unfortunate luck of having you as their Secret Santa?

He shrugged, grabbing the small, haphazardly wrapped little paper. No matter who the person’s name was, they were gonna get the same thing he gave everyone he was forced to give someone a present - a gift card to IKEA. However, as he unwrapped that little paper and a familiar name presented itself written in black ink, he found himself wondering if that was a good idea. He found himself wondering if he could ever give her a gift. That’d be weird.

- I drew her name! - he rubbed his face. - AGAIN! It’s been the third year in a row! What the fuck?! Let me pick again.

- No. - she took the hat away, somewhere he couldn’t find it. - You do this every year. It’s Secret Santa, she won’t know who gave her a shitty present.

- You mean my ex-wife? FBI laboratory specialist, highly skilled, will not figure out I gave her a shitty IKEA gift card?

- Maybe don’t give her an IKEA gift card? C’mon, don’t be cheap. You used to give great gifts.

- No, she used to give great gifts. I don’t think I can ask her what gift she wants.

- Sounds like your problem. We’re doing gift giving in a week. Sort it out.

He guessed the IKEA gift card was out of the picture, yet again eve when they were married, he never knew what to give her. He guessed that’s why they worked during Christmas - she knew what to do and she loved it, she thrived in it. Maybe that was why they didn’t work out. All that he knew is that he couldn’t figure out what to give his ex-wife. God, he hadn’t spoken to her since ... well, he couldn’t remember the last he spoke to her. His lawyers had handed her the divorce papers, they didn’t even go to court. It was that easy.

Shit. This had to be the universe trying to get him to actually speak to her. He’d never want to speak to her, actually, he’d considered moving to the CIA for a while, or working for the police department - anything really. However, the director was never too happy and so, for the past three years he’d been playing keeping away from her. Except for one particular evening where he’d gotten drunk and tried finding her, only to have his heart shattered once he saw her kissing someone. Ever since then, he’d successfully avoided his ex-wife and something told him, she’d successfully avoided him.

- Got the wife? - the guy who sat next to him pipped up. - Could always give her a date with me. She’s smoking.

- She’s my ex-wife and if you even speak to her, I’ll blow your head off.

This was ridiculous.

He could talk to her, he could ask her what she wanted for Christmas. Or we could ask one of her colleagues. Definitely the second option. Y/N had always been hard to buy gifts for, not that she was hard to please, after all she cherished any and everything given to her by anyone she cared for. She’d even kept the flowers he’d given her for their first date. God, what an awkward first date that had been, their reservation was for one person, they got rained on and her heels broke the moment she stepped out of the flat. Thinking about it, none of their dates ever went smoothly - something always went wrong yet she always found something to remember it by, to laugh about. What a pretty laugh she had.

He could still remember the first day they met, probably one of the rainiest days in US history and she had thoughtfully placed her umbrella above his head as they rushed into the building. He could no longer remember what style her hair had been in, the colour of her nail polish, or the colour of her clothing, but he could still remember being absolutely enchanted by her. It was a feeling that he’d never had before - almost like all the oxygen had been knocked off him. It was a feeing he had never felt ever since and Chris was fine with that. He was of the opinion you had one great love and then several small ones - besides, he no longer cared for the dating pool. Whatever he ended up getting her, he’d possibly give it to Erin and spare him the awkwardness of having to deal with having to hand it to her.

However, faith did not seem to be on his side as Erin decided to ditch which meant he had to give it to her. Now, just because he had to give it to her did not necessarily meant he had to see her. He could just drop it off at her office desk and go his merry way.

- Chris?

The sound was trembling, almost like a flute, feminine-like. He remembered that voice like the back of his hand, he remembered the different ways she’d say his name but none of them, none of the times she had called for him carried so much ... regret. This, this is why he didn’t want to see her. He slowly turned around, first looking at her smart shoes before following the A line of her lab coat up to her face. It still looked the same, even with the passage of time and a shorter haircut, she was still the same. She looked the same.

- Secret Santa. - he attempted to smile, despite his lip trembling. - I had ... had a meeting.

- Yeah ...

- Shit, no I fucking didn’t. - he came clean immediately. - Just didn’t want to see you.

- Surprised you didn’t trade with Erin. That’s what you’ve done the past three years.

- She got me this year. Anyway ... I just wanted to leave the gift. I hope you like it. - he put his hands in his pockets. - You look good.

- Don’t be mean. - she sighed, walking past him towards her desk. Chris furrowed a brow, turning around to face her. - Don’t come here after not speaking to me for three years and tell me I look good.

- I’m not ...

- No. - she interrupted him. - It’s not fair. You didn’t speak to me for three years, you just ... you just had your lawyer hand me divorce papers when you came back from undercover. I didn’t get a chance to even ... don’t be mean now.

- Did you want me to give you the divorce papers myself?

- Yes, but you were clearly too much of a coward to do it.

He stood still in his spot as if a weight had fallen right on him.

- You’re right. - he admitted. - But I only did it to protect you. I mean ... what kind of life were we living, Y/N? With me gone? Getting into undercover missions?

- I didn’t care. We were happy, I was happy but apparently you weren’t. Clearly you never were.

- You clearly didn’t take long to rebound either.

- Was I supposed to be eagerly awaiting? You made the divorce seem final.

- To protect you.

- You’re just selfish. You just did that so you wouldn’t feel remorseful if something happened. You knew the nature of your job when you married me, don’t act like you didn’t. You just got tired.

- Tired? Are you fucking kidding me? I had the perfect wife and I only did this ... I only did that because I wanted you safe, I wanted you to be happy even if it was without me. After that mission with Erin, I just ... I couldn’t put you through me dying and grieving and all that shit. I only did that because I love you and I wanted you happy?

- You think I’m happy? You think I’m happy knowing my ex-husband avoids me and would rather avoid me than talk? I loved you Chris, I loved you so much and you didn’t even ...

- You would’ve convinced me not to. - he interrupted her. - You would’ve convinced me not to leave you and you would’ve succeeded. I can’t say no to you.

- That is no excuse.

- Can we start this again? Please?

- Maybe next year.

#sebastian stan

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Every Little Thing

Pairing: Colin Shea x fem!Reader

Words: ~4.3k

Summary: You and Colin are two slutty pea in a pod neighbors, but maybe you could be more?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex), idiots in love, excessive alcohol consumption, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Ugh, I love Colin and I can’t believe it took me so long to write him. Before I get a bunch of notes about it, they’re gonna realize their feelings eventually but it might take a couple fics because they’re both morons, but they’re pretty morons so it’s fine 😉

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Oh god, what the fuck was that noise? Why was your phone ringing at 8 AM on a fucking Sunday?

You picked up the offensive object and growled when you got a look at the caller ID.

“Colin, it’s Sunday morning, this had better be really good. I didn’t get home until 4 AM.”

“She won’t fucking leave.” He hissed over the line. “She wants to go out for waffles.”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” You grumbled, rolling over onto your back and flinging your arm over your eyes. “Just ditch her at the fucking waffle place.”

“C’mon, Y/N, that’s like a second date. What about our deal?” That fucking deal, he definitely benefitted more from it than you did.

“You’re an asshole.” You mumbled, sitting up with an exhausted groan. “Gimme 5 minutes.”

“You’re the best!” You could hear the fucking grin in his voice and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” You didn’t wait for him to confirm before you hung up on him, stretching your whole body as you moved to put on some clothes.

It only took you a few minutes to pull on some old jeans and a sweatshirt and then you were stomping across the hall to Colin’s apartment, determined to make this as uncomfortable as possible for him.

“Colin Shea!” You pounded on the door viciously. “This is your wife! I found your little love nest! What hooker do you have in there now?”

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you heard a commotion from inside, someone was cursing up a storm and you were pretty sure you heard a couple of slaps.

“I can hear you in there.” You tried to make it sound like you were on the verge of tears. “What about Colin Junior? I’m not raising that baby on my own, you bastard!”

The door slammed open and a very angry looking woman stormed out, shooting a glare over her shoulder and calling Colin a motherfucker as she scurried down the stairs. He came rushing after her with a frustrated look on his face, rubbing the side of his jaw and scowling when he got a look at the shit eating grin on your face.

“My wife?” He asked incredulously, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his naked torso as you just continued laughing at him. “That was kinda mean.”

“8 AM on a Sunday, Shea.” You booped his nose with your finger and winked at him before turning to head back to your place. “You wake me up before 10 AM on a weekend and you take what you can get. I’m going back to bed.”

“Wait, Y/N, don’t you wanna have breakfast or something?” He jogged after you, ignoring the glower you shot him as you opened your door. “I’ll make you my famous eggs.”

“Did you not hear me when I said I got in at 4 AM?” You frowned at him when he kept you from closing your front door. “Colin, quit being so clingy. If I wanted to have breakfast with some annoying dude I would’ve actually brought that lawyer from last night home.”

“A lawyer, huh?” He was giving you one of those stupid looks that he typically reserved for girls he was trying to bang but that he definitely knew didn’t work on you. “And that didn’t even do it for you.”

“I mean, I still rode that beard for a good hour, but he was super depressing.” You kept knocking your door against his foot with an annoyed air. “Which is why I need to sleep, so get out of my fucking doorway.”

“Fine, we’re hanging out later though!” He called as you slammed the door in his face.

You just ripped off your clothes and crawled back into bed, burying your face in your pillows and cursing the sun as you did your best to fall back asleep.

It must have happened at some point, because you woke up six hours later with a mouth full of cotton and absolutely drenched in sweat. Why was it so fucking hot?

The pillow case tried to come with your face when you rolled out of the bed and you threw it away from you with a huff as you padded to inspect your air conditioner.

It wasn’t on. You knelt in front of it and whined as you tried flicking it off and on and nothing happened. This could not be happening, not with summer just about to start. It was supposed to be in the 90s today. No matter what you tried, it didn’t turn on. Granted, all you tried was unplugging it and plugging it back in, but that always worked with your computer.

The call to the repair company was no luck, they were closed for the weekend. This was going to suck, you fucking hated being hot. You moved to your kitchen to try to find some way to cool off after opening every damn window in your place to hopefully get some kind of air circulation going.

That’s when you spotted it.

The frozen margarita machine you had bought on an absinthe fueled online shopping spree and never gotten around to returning. It was like a little miracle right there in your kitchen, designed to help you cool off and get drunk so you could forget about how fucking hot it was while you did the week’s worth of chores you had been procrastinating.

You hummed happily when that first gulp of frozen tequila goodness slid down your throat, and maybe you shouldn’t have chugged the whole thing but who fucking cared, it was hot. Time flew by as you downed those things like it was your fucking job, scrubbing your pots and pans and singing little songs to yourself.

Music started drifting through your open windows but you barely registered it even as you started singing along because it was Queen and how could you not.

It was the third time you had filled that margarita machine and you were feeling fantastic, dancing around your kitchen as you continued cleaning your dishes. Whoever was playing music was still going strong and you began belting when they started doing Seven Seas of Rhye.

“You are mine, I possess you, I belong to you foreveeeEEER!”

“Hey, Y/N!”

Your badass high note devolved into a shriek and you turned to chuck the cup you were holding at the intruder on the fire escape, cursing when you saw it was Colin. He managed to duck out of the way at the last second with a muttered fuck and you sighed as you watched your mug sail over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Shea, that was my favorite mug!” You pouted, stamping your foot a little and taking another gulp of your margarita. “What the fuck are you doing on my fire escape?”

He gave you a stupid cocky grin as he watched to try to lean on one hand on your counter and almost go down when you missed it at the last second.

“Are you drunk, honey?” Fuck him for calling you honey, that wiley asshole. “We could hear you singing from the roof.”

“I’m just a little buzzed.” You hiccupped. “Who’s we?”

“My band.” He crawled into your apartment and caught you when you tripped over your own feet again, still grinning at you like an idiot. “The ones you were singing along with.”

“That was your band?” You had never realized how blue his eyes were. “You guys sound great!”

“Yeah, you sound pretty good yourself.” He grabbed the cup you were holding and gave it a sniff, coughing a little before he set it on the counter. “Maybe you should come hang out with us instead of drinking what I think is blended jet fuel and ice all by yourself.”

“If I’m gonna hang out with you guys I think I should bring a pitcher of margs.” He was really fucking pretty, had you noticed that before? “Don’t wanna be a bad hostess.”

“Oh, baby, you’re wasted.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and you felt your chest flutter a little bit. “No more margs for you. Come sing with us while you sober up. No, no.” He pulled you back when you tried to crawl out the window and started dragging you towards your door. “Ladder doesn’t really seem like a good idea right now, let’s take the stairs.”

You tossed your head back as you laughed, slapping his chest while you leaned heavily on him and let him guide you through the hall and to the stairs to the roof. Those were some firm pecs, you were a little marvelled at the way your palm just bounced right off so you slapped it again.

“Wow.” It was like your hand was moving independently from your brain as you gave him a pretty brazen squeeze. “Your tits are fantastic, Colin.”

“Holy shit, Y/N!” He was laughing hysterically when he shoved the door to the roof open. “Your drunk game is on point sweetie. Guys, this is Y/N, the killer vocals you heard from downstairs. She’s a little tipsy.”

They introduced themselves and you promptly forgot all of their names, your hand trailing down Colin’s chest until you could press it against his abs. This was getting weird, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him naked before. But seeing and touching were apparently two very different things.

“We still doing Queen, boys?” You said, finally tearing your eyes away from Colin after poking him in the bellybutton and grinning when he made a noise like the Pillsbury doughboy. “Cos I’m good with whatever.”

“What about some Journey?” He slung his SG over his shoulder and watched you carefully as you grabbed the mike one of his bandmates was handing you. “You wanna sit down, hon?”

“Don’t call me hon, sweetheart.” You teased, giving him a wink and tapping the mike a couple of times. “I’ll be fine. Journey feels a little basic but ok. Faithfully or Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’?”

That grin he gave you should not have been affecting you like this, maybe you did have too many margaritas. The bassist started playing the opening riff to Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ and your grin got even wider, your hips moving to the beat as you kept your eyes on Colin. You laughed happily when he joined in with the guitar part, joining in after the piano had done its thing and losing yourself in the music.

He could not take his eyes off of you, he was pretty sure you’d never been this fucking cheerful around him before. Not that you were especially grumpy or anything, or that your typical dry wit didn’t immediately endear you to him. But seeing you with that goofy grin as you sang every fucking Journey song they had in their roster until the sun set was not helping the already prodigious crush he had on you.

Now the two of you were sitting on the couch he had dragged up there months ago and watching his bandmates pack up their gear, saying goodbye to each of them as they headed down the stairs and left you two to lean against each other and sigh happily. You had your legs flung over his lap as he plucked at his guitar strings lazily, kicking your feet slowly and leaning back on the sofa as you watched him closely and sipped on a bottle of water.

“You ever do any actual performing, honey?” He asked, his fingers running over your calf absentmindedly. “Cos with that voice you could probably line up some gigs.”

“Just karaoke.” You murmured. You were definitely sobering up now, but you were still hyper aware of his hands on your skin and it was giving you some feelings you weren’t totally sure about. “Lemme see that thing.”

“What?” He gave a little huff when you grabbed the neck of his guitar and pulled it into your lap. “Baby, do not tell me you play.”

“I mean, it’s been a little while, but I think I remember a couple chords.” You gave him another grin and his chest started to hurt.

“Jesus, a couple chords?” He laughed to cover the absolutely filthy sound he almost made when you started playing, it was like he had made you on a computer. “Honey, that’s Led Zeppelin.”

“Yeah, but it’s easy Zeppelin.” You teased, turning your body so you could lean against his chest and not missing the low rumble you felt when you tucked your head against his shoulder. “It’s Coda.”

“Uh-huh.” Being this close to you was doing something to him, he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to smell your hair.

“Why haven’t we slept together, Col?” Fuck it, you might as well do this.

He choked on the water he was drinking, turning his face so he didn’t spit it all over you as you stopped your playing and grinned at him.

“I seem to remember giving it a good try when you moved in.” He managed to get himself under control and turned his face back to you. “But you said you had a rule about not fucking people who live in the same building as you. Something about not shitting where you eat.”

“That’s about sex with coworkers.” You said, scrunching your face up as you tried to remember what your exact justification had been.

“Which is what I told you.” He tried to scoot away from you but you followed after him. “To which you replied, ‘doesn’t matter, not gonna happen’.”

“Huh, that seems awful short-sighted of me.” You scooted closer again and this time he let you. “C’mon, we’ve fucked almost everyone else in this city, we’d have gotten to each other eventually anyways.”

“Jesus, what a romantic sentiment.” He was trying to focus real hard on his softeners, but they weren’t working with you squirming against him like that. “You really want to do this?”

“I mean, I think we’d enjoy it.” You set his guitar aside and turned so your chest was pressed to his. “It’s not like we’re gonna catch feels, or anything. Just gonna see what all the fuss is about.”

“Right.” Maybe this would get his little crush out of his system. “Let’s not do it on the roof, though.”

“God, no. My place?” You stood up and started heading towards the fire escape.

“Yeah, ok.” He watched you climb down to your apartment before sliding down the ladder after you like the damn frat boy he was.

As soon as he climbed in the window you were dragging him towards you, swallowing his tiny cry of surprise when you pulled his mouth to yours. His lips were unbelievably soft against your own, and when he opened up and stroked your tongue with his?

Fuck.

“Shit, Colin.” You purred when he started trailing his lips down your throat. “I feel like maybe we should’ve done this sooner.”

“Yeah, maybe.” His voice was muffled as his mouth moved to your chest, one hand moving to hook under the neckline of your camisole and pulling on it until your breasts popped out. “Well fuck me. No wonder you know so much about fantastic tits.”

You laughed at that, arching into his face and grinning down at him as he buried his face between your tits and gazed at you through his lashes. Those stupid, long as all fuck lashes that were brushing against your skin as he mouthed at your soft curves.

“Jesus, fuck.” You wound your fingers through his hair when he dragged his tongue over your nipple, tugging on it softly and guiding him further into your apartment. “God, you really know how to use that mouth of yours, sweetie.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He teased, moving his face back to yours and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he started carrying you towards your bedroom. “You wanna find out, though?”

“You tease all the girls you fuck this much?” You nipped at his lips and grinned when he moaned into your mouth, reaching behind you to open the door to your bedroom.

“Nah, that’s just for you, baby.” He cooed, giving you a quick peck on the lips before dropping you on the bed with a huff.

Every place his fingers touched sent a jolt of heat through your body straight to your core, your eyes never leaving his as he started kissing and nipping his way down your torso after pulling your cami over your head. He grinned against your thigh when you moaned after he yanked your shorts down your legs, sucking a soft bruise into your flesh before rubbing his face over your clothed core and inhaling deeply.

You throbbed under his lips as he pressed gentle kisses over the fabric that covered your mound, hooking your legs over his shoulders and trying to grind into him when he tugged at your panties with his teeth and let them snap back into place teasingly. His fingers skimmed up your legs until he could hook them under the band of your panties and drag them off you, sighing heavily when he settled back between your thighs and got a good look at you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He spread you apart with his fingers and flicked his tongue out to run over your slit softly, moaning when he finally tasted you.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You ran your fingers through his hair and beamed at him, rolling your hips against his face when he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth with a low hum.

Colin chuckled into your cunt at that, pressing gentle kisses all over your soft folds before dragging his tongue over you in a heavy stripe. Your body reacted immediately when he reached your clit, your back arching off the bed and your legs curling around his neck as he repeated the same process but at a much slower pace.

Two of his fingers slid inside you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and you keened, gripping his hair by the roots and tugging hard when he started stretching you open while his lips drove you wild. The rhythm of his suction and release matched the curling of his fingers inside you and made you want to scream, your free hand reaching above your head and digging hard into your pillow as your body tried to rise off the bed when he brought you right to the edge of your peak right away.

“Col, Colin, oh fuck.” He felt like your thighs were gonna suffocate him but those sounds you were making for him had him past the point of caring about a silly thing like oxygen. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Your whole body seized against his face as you let out a gorgeous fluttering moan, soaking his lips and chin in your release as he hummed with satisfaction into your pussy. He sat up when you finally released him, removing his clothes in a rush as he watched you pant underneath him and run your tongue over your lips. God, you were fucking beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to do this.

Before you had a chance to say anything he was hooking your knee over his elbow and thrusting into you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion and releasing his breath in a thin hiss when he felt your satiny walls flutter around him.

“Ah, fuck, you feel amazing.” He ducked his face to catch your lips with his before pulling back with a groan. “Shit, I forgot a condom. Uh, I’m clean, just got tested last week.”

“God, you’re fine sweetie.” You brought a hand up to cup his jaw and ran a thumb over his cheek in a soothing gesture. “Also clean and I have an IUD, so we’re peachy. I am a little mad at you though.”

“Yeah, why?” He wasn’t too worried, you were still grinning at him as he started moving his hips slowly.

“Well, Jesus, fuck, you’re big.” You almost lost your train of thought when he tilted your hips just a bit and his cock hit you deep. “I usually like to reciprocate oral, sweetie. I barely even got a look at what you’re packing down there.”

“You’ve seen it before.” He groaned when you wrapped your free leg around his hips and rolled your body against his.

“Just glances though.” You gripped his biceps and dug your nails in, biting your lip as he continued dragging his length over every inch of you at an agonizing pace. “And never hard.”

“Honey, there’s no way I’m pulling out for you to take a good look so you’re gonna have to make due.” He teased, grinding against your clit and grinning when your eyes fluttered closed.

“Fine.” You huffed, frowning a little before winking at him. “We’re switching then.”

“What?”

You didn’t answer, just giving him a cocky grin and gripping his hips with your thighs. One quick move and he was under you, a small sound of surprise leaving his lips when you were suddenly straddling his hips and grinning down at him.

“Oh yeah, that’s better.” You placed one palm on the center of his chest and curled your fingers through his chest hair as you rose up on your knees before sinking down again nice and slow, loving the low groan you felt reverberate in his chest when you clenched around him. “Good for you, Col?”

“Yes, yeah, s’ good.” He was completely mesmerized by you, his eyes trailing over your body as you arched your back and continued to ride him.

The way he was reacting to you was making it hard for you to focus on what you were doing, his eyes soft and relaxed on yours and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he slowly moved his hips to meet your own. You could’ve lost yourself in those eyes if you really wanted to.

Shit, none of that.

His fingers started trailing up your sides when he fucked up into you suddenly and he lost it at the way your tits bounced for him, sitting up with a whine and nuzzling into your chest before wrapping his lips around your nipple as he started bucking wildly.

“Shit, fuck, Colin.” He was hitting your cervix with each punch of his hips and it was taking all your self control to not pass out from how hard he was railing you, wrapping your legs around him and dragging your lips over his jaw. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yeah? Good.” He cupped your jaw and brought your face back to his, tugging at your lips with his teeth while he gazed into your eyes. “I wanna watch your face while you come.”

You kept your eyes open and trained on his, worrying his bottom lip with your teeth and resting your forehead against his as you felt a warm coil gathering in the pit of your stomach. It was like you were falling into those lust blown pools as he took you apart, your lips crashing against his as the coil snapped and you gasped his name into his mouth.

The feeling of your entire body fluttering around him was too much, and he followed you with a low growl. He muttered your name under his breath as he spilled his cum inside you, holding you close to his chest and rubbing his nose against yours.

You fell on top of him when he collapsed back against the bed, the two of you laughing breathlessly as you tangled your limbs and molded your lips together before pulling back and gazing at each other some more. Both of you lost yourselves for just a beat, your chests heaving against each other’s before disconnecting and rolling off the bed in two opposite directions as you did your best to compose yourselves.

“I’d say you definitely earned all those screams I’ve heard coming from your apartment, Shea.” You teased, trying your best to lighten the mood and not dwell on the desire you had to ask him to spend the night.

“Yeah, well I’ve always thought so.” He was avoiding looking at you as much as possible, searching the room for his clothes and fighting the urge to pull you back into the bed and snuggle with you. “Have you seen my converse?”

“Yeah, here.” You shoved his shoes at him after pulling an oversized tee over your head. “Well, I’ve got work in the morning, so…”

“Right, I’ll, um, I’ll talk to you later, I guess.” He shuffled towards your front door and pulled it open before leaning back to look at you one more time. “You can join us for band practice any time, by the way.”

“That would be great.” That smile you were giving him made him feel like his heart was going to break. “I promise not to be sloppy drunk next time.”

“Aww, drunk Y/N was pretty fun, but ok.” He winked at you then left in a hurry, slamming the door behind him.

You fell back on your bed and ran your hands over your face in frustration, hating yourself for coming up with this stupid idea because now all you wanted was to have breakfast with that beautiful idiot tomorrow after sleeping on top of his chest.

“Goddamn it.”

Colin grabbed himself a beer when he got back to his apartment and chugged it, sinking into one of his barstools and considering the fact that he was absolutely not over his crush after everything the two of you had just done.

“Shit.”

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