#with all their ugliness (their nutsacks)

[sciderman]

Peter likes his balls like he likes himself, freely swinging around.

Oh god....does Peter have a saggy sack?

i wish i was informed enough to offer any kind of knowledgeable take on this but this falls entirely outside of my jurisdiction as someone who has never seen a nutsack

[spock-smokes-weed]

Dems have been asleep at the wheel for so fucking long it’s shocking to see them actually make smart political moves that voters like.

The same party that tried to gaslight us into thinking Joe Biden was the only possible way to beat Trump, is now dragging its nutsack over the Republican Party with this new ticket.

We’ve all been so conditions by the dem’s Ls that it’s actually insane we went from being certain of a Trump round two, to possibly the first female president and a VP who passed progressive legislation with a slim majority. Not just saying that he “supports” it, ACTUALLY FUCKING PASSED IT.

I’m trying not to be 100% coconut pilled because politicians will not save us and are still obstacles, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen politicians actually act like they care about their constituents. 

It also reminded me that first and foremost politicians need to earn our vote and remind them that it’s the people that they serve. Now that Joe Biden is out of the picture, the whole song and dance of “YOU HAVE TO SUPPORT HIM!!! WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE TRUMP INSTEAD????” is such an ugly way of treating your voter base. Like that rhetoric was so disgusting and embarrassing. To be told that if we want to keep our rights we needed to be good little voters and vote for Genocide Joe because he was the best the dems could do.

Americans have been so beaten down by the state of our political landscape that it’s really refreshing to see some energy injected back into everyone.

It’s also been great to see the republicans in a tail spin because the culture war bullshit is finally back firing on them. All it took was establishment Dems to go on the offensive and call out how fucking creepy they are. They’ve been talking for YEARS about wanting to inspect kids genitals and now are trying to say that the guy who wants to feed children is radical. This also just shows that trying to go center with republicans IS ALWAYS A FUCKING STUPID IDEA!!! I was honestly bracing for her to pick Shapiro, the Zionist centrist pick, and was shocked she actually picked a guy that speaks true to the “not going back” message Harris is campaigning on. 

As someone who does care a great deal about America and all the people living here, it’s been nice to not feel in 24/7 crisis mode about the fate of the USA. 

[ijustwanttoreadfanfiction]

Candyland

Rockstar! (ish) Eddie Munson x AFAB! Bar Dancer Reader

Cherry Pie is always the inspiration for some absolute filth. Reader works at a Coyote Ugly type bar - you'll find out, it's hard for me to describe this one. Because I suck.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, suggestive content with the dancing?

The R-Bar, Chicago - 1991

Eddie is sweating his nutsack off, fingers red raw from shredding for almost two hours, voice sore and crackling. The mediocre applause that follows him off the small stage with the rest of the band hardly seems worth the pain. He snags a water bottle from a beat up trestle table, chugging it in relief as their manager Lambshank approaches; so named because he got shanked in prison with a lamb bone, true story.

“That was a killer set guys, great work, the crowd loved you!” He hails with so much bravado it verges on sarcasm. 

“Yeah, all fourteen of them.�� Eddie deadpans.

“I counted seventeen.” Jeff wryly supplies with a rough croak, finishing off his own bottle of water.

“Alright, it wasn’t the biggest crowd, granted, but everyone has to start somewhere.” Lambshank reasons.

“Yeah, but we started this group eleven years ago, Shank.” Eddie huffs, he knew the rockstar dream wouldn’t be an easy one to achieve but he thought after graduating and being able to pour all his time and what little money he had into the band they’d be playing bigger and better venues by now.

He was fed up, every place was like The Hideout back home, filled with drunks, and sticky floors.  They did have a couple of genuine fans, who they appreciated even if they were slightly over-zealous in their affections; Gareth had never quite been the same since Luann, the forty-seven year old divorcee, threw her FF bra directly at his face mid-show.

“You fellas need a fun night out, get yourselves pumped up again and I know just the place.” Lambshank says bracingly, working his fists back and forth like a Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robot. Eddie scrubs at his tired sweaty face, pushing his hair out of his eyes, wanting nothing more than to shower and go to bed, god he was getting old. 

“Shank I don’t need a night out, I need to get some sleep.”

“Eddie, I promise you, you’ll enjoy it - and the first round of drinks are on me.” Shank offers teasingly.

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“Candyland?” Gareth asks, reading the pink neon sign aloud as they all stand outside a rather nondescript looking building, the loud heavy bass thumping of music the only indicator there might be something going on inside.

“Candyland.” Lambshank affirms with a grin, gesturing towards the heavy door in front of them, a burly and surly looking doorman giving Lambshank a curt nod letting the group in.

It’s a cacophony of noise, and flashing lights, the place is packed to the rafters, the smell of stale beer and sweat heavy in the air. But it’s the movement from the bar area that catches Eddie’s eye, a group of women all around his age in various states of undress, dancing and grinding along to No Sleep Till Brooklyn - Beastie Boys, they also appear to be serving drinks.

“Welcome to Candyland boys!” Lambshank laughs, patting Eddie heavily on the back.

It’s certainly a show, the girls are laughing and screaming things out, men and women on the floor crowded up to the raised surface cheering loudly, throwing money, and generally having the time of their lives. 

The song finishes up, and the bar girls all jump down to be replaced by an older looking blonde woman with a microphone in her hand.

“Candyland, how are we doing tonight?!” She yells, to a deafening cheer. “C’mon I know you can do better than that, I said HOW ARE WE DOING TONIGHT?” She corrals with a fist to the air.

The bar shouts back in unison, even Eddie finds himself wanting to join in.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She laughs throatily. “Now I want you to give it up, and by that I mean your hard earned dollars, for our girl JETT!”

I Love Rock ‘N Roll - Joan Jett starts up, along with a raucous cheer from the crowd as girl jumps up onto the bar in black PVC booty shorts, a ripped white crop top, black bra visible underneath and black high-top converse, her back is to everyone as she claps her hands and stamps along to the beat, Eddie tears his eyes away trying to work out the best route to the bar in order to actually get a drink when Gareth starts tugging hard on his arm.

“Jeez man what?” Eddie huffs in irritation, Gareth points dumbly back towards the bar, mouth hanging open, Eddie looks again and feels his own jaw drop.

“Holy shit it’s -” Jeff breathes, the girl is finally facing the crowd, throwing her body back and forth, a huge smile plastered across her pretty face. 

“Y/n -” Eddie finishes his sentence with a gulp.

Eddie hadn’t seen you since graduation, but it was definitely you, despite your get up and apparent new found sense of confidence there was no mistaking your face. You had been something of a shrinking violet at High School, choosing to hang out with Eddie and the gang as they didn’t mind that you were painfully shy and preferred books to conversation, and whilst you had never been a fully fledged member of Hellfire you sometimes took part in the occasional campaign if they were short and Eddie coaxed you enough.

  It didn’t seem you needed to be coaxed into doing anything anymore though as you gyrated on the platform, hooking your leg and arm around a pole between the bar top and ceiling, spinning about seductively. You headbang slightly, before dropping low to grab a handful of dollars from a howling man, one of the girls behind the bar passes you up a bottle of vodka and you expertly pour a shot into the man’s open mouth. As the song fades out, some of the other girls jump back up to join you, the vodka bottle in your hand being swapped for the microphone.

“Good evening Candyland.” You purr slightly out of breath, laughing loudly at the tumultuous response. “Life is sweet, but you know what? It could be a little sweeter, so how about we pour a little sugar on you?” You ask suggestively, throwing your arms up as Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard rings out.

Eddie doesn’t know where to look, well he knows exactly where he wants to look but he doesn’t know if he should. You’re back to back with one of the other girls, both winding down to your knees, you crawl across the bar and Eddie finds himself standing tiptoes to follow your progress. You lay on your back, arching upwards, so your chest is on display, while a redhead girl in Daisy dukes wets your body with the seltzer tap. You screech wildly, shaking your head allowing the liquid to splash the front row, Eddie thinks he might pass out as the blood thunders down from his brain to his cock.

You move back up into a kneel, taking the tap and spraying it into the raucous crowd, whilst necking a beer you’ve taken off of someone. You and the rest of the girls line up, all bending sideways so you’re grabbing the ass of the other, spanking in time to the music, before shaking your legs so the muscles bounce and jiggle.

“This is insane.” Gareth says weakly next to Eddie, and he has to agree. You straighten up, spinning around the pole once again until you’re head on staring at Eddie and the group, a wide beaming smile of recognition breaking across your face. You seem to be dancing with even more enthusiasm now you’ve clocked your old school friends, hands running over your own form, as you strut up and down the platform. The redhead from before has a bottle of whiskey in her hand which she pours on her chest with a subtle nod to you, you lean in and lick the gold liquid from her skin, to rapturous hoots and hollers, tracing your tongue up her neck until you meet her mouth; Eddie notices more dollar bills clutched in your hands as you pull away.

The song comes to an end, and you instantly jump down into the crowd, pushing patrons out of your way, practically racing towards the band.

“OH MY GOD, HI!” You shout excitedly, barrelling straight into Eddie first, he barely has time to snap out of his funk and embrace you back before you're pulling away to address the others. You’re flushed with exertion, but to him you’ve never looked prettier.

“Gareth, Jeff!” You hail, bringing each of them in for their own hug, Eddie having to fight down a sudden surge of jealousy.

“Y/n! What the hell man?!” Gareth greets you with a laugh, gesturing to the hive of activity still taking place on the bar behind you.

“Girl’s gotta make a living, ya know.” You tease, punching him lightly in the arm. “It’s my Aunt’s place, she’s the blonde one up there.” You point to the older woman who revved up the crowd earlier, she’s currently pouring a row of shots, but all the while keeping an eye on her girls, including you.

“What are you guys doing here?” You ask casually, like you’re not standing in front of them scantily clad, and the source of their awkward crotch covered stances. 

“We’re on tour.” Jeff supplies.

“Holy shit - that’s so cool, where are you playing?” Eddie wants to answer you, but your devastating smile is making his brain short circuit.

“They played the R-Bar tonight. Lambshank, manager extraordinaire and long time patron of Candyland.” Lambshank butts in, offering his hand in greeting, you shake it and Eddie sees a slight wariness enter your expression.

“The R-Bar huh? I’d thought with how good you guys were in High School, you’d be playing bigger venues than that.” You don't say it maliciously, you seem genuinely concerned, and it sparks Eddie's brain and mouth back to life. 

“We’ve been trying to but it’s not been going so well.” Eddie says quietly, and you nod in understanding.

“Where are you guys playing next?” You ask with interest.

“We’re at the R-Bar again tomorrow night.” Gareth says, unable to keep the dismay out of his voice. 

“Ok, cool, leave it with me. Drinks on the house by the way, just go see my aunt. Catch up properly at close?” You ask quickly, already backing up towards the bar, slipping under the gap and whispering in your aunt's ear as you service the clamouring groups. 

  Eddie's gaze is firmly fixed on your retreating form, he always had a soft spot for you through school, ok maybe crush was more accurate, although he'd play it off as a brotherly protective vibe when people had asked but what he was feeling now was far from brotherly.

"I'll get us some beers." He says not caring if the others are listening, purposely ignoring Lambshank's request for a double JD, as he makes his way through the thronging horde, with a little elbowing he eventually gets to the front.

“What can I get you handsome?” Your aunt asks him, leaning across the bar. 

“Uh - four Coors Dry please.” He responds absentmindedly watching the way you’re shaking a drink at the other end of the bar, clearly flirting with every customer and doing a damn good judging by your overflowing tip jar.

“Would you prefer for my niece to serve you?” Your aunt says with a wry smile.

“Oh - uh - no sorry, just haven't seen her in a while.” Eddie stammers, slipping across a $20 bill.

“You’re Eddie right?” He nods, she smiles and it’s not too dissimilar to your own. “I'm Paula. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. She never used to shut up about you when she was a teenager, Eddie this, Eddie that.” She laughs, pouring the beers.

“She liked me?” Eddie asks in shock, the thought makes his head spin.

“I don’t think you need to put it in the past tense hunny.” Paula grins, sliding his $20 back across the bar. “You break her heart, I’ll get Doug the Doorman to break your fingers.”

Before Eddie can respond, your voice cuts across the noise once more, you’re up on the bar again, microphone in hand. 

“Alright Candylanders, it’s come to our attention that we have some very, very special guests here with us tonight -” The seductive lilt in your tone is back, commanding the attention of everyone in the room, but none more so than Eddie. “- all the way from my hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, they are the next generation of rockstars, the one, the only CORRODED COFFIN!” You bellow pointing towards where Gareth, Jeff and Lambshank are still standing. 

“They’re the real deal, and they’re playing at the R-Bar tomorrow, I know - I know it's a fucking shithole." You argue back to the murmured complaints. "But here's the deal, you all go and I will reveal my very secret, very intimate tattoo at the end of their show -” You teasingly pull at the waistline of your booty shorts, before stroking your hand down over your covered mound, the crowd going wild. “- Alright you bunch of horn dogs, save it for tomorrow, now let’s get this fucking party started!” You scream, throwing the microphone down to Paula, who gives you a huge wink.

Cherry Pie - Warrant blares out of the speakers, the girls clambering up to join you once more, pitchers of water in their hands.

“ANYONE ELSE FEELING WET?” Paula shouts into the mic, as you and the rest of the girls pour the pitchers over yourselves, Eddie watches completely enthralled as the water cascades over your chest and down your legs, barely noticing how Gareth and Jeff have joined him.

You stomp over towards them, a huge smile on your face again, dropping into an impressive front split, water droplets glistening over your flushed skin.

“Hey Eddie, you want a blowjob?” You ask loudly over the music.

“Do I want a what?!” Eddie asks incredulously, half laughing, half choking on his beer. 

You jump down, grabbing a shot glass, and two bottles of liquor, topping it off with some whipped cream.

“A blow job.” You present to him with a devious smirk.

Eddie throws his head back in a proper laugh, the kind of laugh you used to savour hearing through school, he moves to take the shot but you slap his hand anyway.

“Oh that’s not for you big boy, it’s for me. You need to sit right here.” You say patting the bar top, Eddie looks at you warily but hoists himself up regardless with a smile, you wink and then move to the other end of the bar, whispering something to Paula as you pass.

“Ohhhhh! Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like Jett is about to give some lucky guy a blowjob!” Paula shouts through the mic, stopping mid pour to ring a bell, Eddie’s ears hurt from the wolf whistles and stamping of feet.

Two girls, the redhead and a brunette, help get him in the correct position, legs spread with the shot in between, you get lifted onto the bar by Doug blowing a kiss to him and the gathered crowd. Sinking to your knees you stalk towards him in a slow crawl, he would never be able to listen to Smooth up in ya in the same way ever again. When you reach him, you lean in close to his ear so only he can hear you, his arm automatically coming up to steady you as you hover.

“When I touch your knee, put your hand on the back of my head, and when I touch it again let go.”

You move back, grinning from ear to ear, running your hands over his chest, down and down, fingers brushing his thighs, until you reach his knees; Eddie lifts a shaking a hand to run through your hair at the crown of your head, you wink again before arching low, ass in the air, he can see your lips wrap around the glass; he knows you must notice his raging hard on. 

“SHOT, SHOT, SHOT!” The bar screams and Eddie suddenly remembers there are a hundred people watching your antics. Once you have the drink secure, you run your hands back up his legs, tapping his knee once, he lets his hand drop from your head albeit reluctantly. You throw your whole body back, chest jutting out, swallowing the shot to ear splitting cheers and clapping, letting a carefully choreographed bit of liquid spill from the side of your mouth, using your thumb to seductively chase it back to your mouth with a firm suck.

You press a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips, before standing abruptly, taking a bow.

“Can I get one of those? Please?” Gareth asks, voice strained.

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  The rest of the night passes in a blur of girls dancing, pounding music and alcohol but Eddie only has eyes for you. Even when Gareth gets his ‘blowjob’ from the redhead, Cherry, you’re still his focus, the way you move, how openly you laugh with the girls sharing private jokes, the way you handle yourself; fearless and so sexy. 

The bar finally closes at 2am, it’s oddly quiet now the sound system is off, only the chink of glasses being collected and general chit-shit fills the air. Lambshank is chewing Paula’s ear off about management opportunities, which she seems to be responding to with good humour. Gareth is following Cherry about like a lost puppy, helping her with clearing tables, and Jeff is asleep in one of the booths, a cocktail umbrella tucked behind his ear. 

You’re wiping down the bar top, a shy smile on your face, the one Eddie remembered from school, it seems the shrinking violet is still there once the music is off.

“So Eddie Munson the rockstar huh?” You say, voice a little croaky from a night of shouting and singing.

“I wouldn’t say rockstar.” Eddie murmurs, sipping at his drink.

“Is the band your only job?” You ask pointedly, spraying at a stubborn sticky spot.

“Yeah.” Eddie says, rubbing at his neck feeling self conscious.

“Well then, you’re a rockstar.” You grin softly.

“Alright ladies, you can all head home, Mr Shank here is going to help me finish up.” Paula calls, meeting your raised eyebrows with a sheepish shrug of her shoulders.

Eddie watches as Gareth attempts to rouse Jeff from his deep drunken stupor, wondering if he can manage to get him back to the hotel by himself, not quite ready to leave your side, evidently you are thinking along the same lines as you place a delicate hand on his arm.

“Shall we help get the guys back to your hotel?” You suggest gently, trying not to laugh as Jeff sinks lower into the seat trying to pull Gareth in for a spooning.

“You want to come back with me?” Eddie asks, surprised, not believing his luck.

“Yes, if that’s ok.” You say blushing profusely. “Unless you don’t want me to.” You add quickly feeling unsure of yourself.

“No! - I uh, I mean I would love for you to come back with me.” Eddie stammers, his face burning likely matching the same reddened shade as your own.

“Ok, just lemme go get changed.” You smile breathlessly.

The hotel isn’t far from the bar, and the thirty minute walk allows you and Eddie to catch up some more, sharing lingering looks and touches where you can, in between half carrying, half dragging Jeff. Gareth being absolutely no help, floating along behind slowly, waxing lyrical about how he is in love with Cherry.

“Should I tell him she’s a lesbian?” You whisper to Eddie, stifling a giggle.

“Let him have his moment whilst he’s still hammered.” Eddie laughs. “I’ll break it to him in the morning, assuming he remembers.”

Your head is swimming with all kinds of Eddie related thoughts as you try your best to concentrate on the task at hand, helping Gareth into bed, he passes out as soon as his face hits the mattress in the double room. Eddie situates a now entirely unconscious Jeff with some difficulty, before making sure they both have glasses of water and Tylenol on the bedside table ready for their no doubt horrendous hangovers.

You’re bubbling with nerves as he closes the door, but they abruptly disappear when he takes your hand, leading you down the corridor to his own room. It's small and basic but at least it’s clean. 

“So - uh do you want a drink?” Eddie asks, rooting about in a plastic bag on the side. “I have slightly warm Coke or slightly warm Mountain Dew.” 

“Such variety! I’ll take a slightly warm Mountain Dew please.” You laugh, perching on the end of his bed, rubbing your hands over your leggings.

“For Madame.” He passes you a can with a silly little French accent, sitting next to you with a can of Coke. “Gotta say it was one hell of a show you put on tonight sweetheart.” 

You’re blushing again, shaking your head in embarrassed disagreement.

“It’s nothing special, just silly little dances and tricks, but it pays the bills, and it helps Paula out.” You say dismissively.

“I think it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Eddie mutters, his leg jiggling with nerves or pent up energy, you couldn’t tell.

“C’mon Eddie, it wasn’t that good.” You mumble, thinking if your cheeks got any warmer the sprinkler system would go off.

“When you did that thing with the shot, I nearly came in my pants.” He says honestly, laughing at his own admission, it sparks something within you, the same feeling of fearlessness you experience when you’re up on the bar. You stand up, taking his drink from his hand and placing it on the windowsill with yours, kicking off your shoes and pulling down your leggings so you’re left in your panties and pink Candyland sweater.

“It would be a waste if you came in your pants Eddie, when my mouth is right here.” You whisper, sinking to your knees in front of him, praying you hadn’t misread the signals.

Eddie doesn’t give you long to worry, grabbing your face in his hands, leaning down to kiss you hard, tongue stroking into your mouth making you moan softly.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this is happening.” Eddie murmurs against your lips as you unbuckle his belt, lifting his hips to help you tug his pants and boxers down. His cock slaps against his belly, long and hard, making your mouth water, you wrap your lips around him eagerly, tongue flat against the shaft as you bob up and down.

“Oh - f-fuck.” Eddie groans, hands back in your hair just like at the bar, gently guiding your movements. The room is filled with the sounds of your choking and sucking, the wet slide of your mouth over his throbbing dick, and Eddie’s whimpering gasps.

“Yes! Oh baby, your mouth feels - shit - so fucking good. Used to dream about you - fuck - used to dream about you doing t-this.” He moans, hips pistoning up to meet your open throat as you move quicker. “Can I - ah! Can I fuck you? Please sweetheart?” He begs, and it sends a surge or arousal through you.

You pull off him with a broken gasp, lips swollen and wet.

“Yes please.” You say sweetly, slightly out of breath.

Eddie’s hands are everywhere as he hauls you up from the floor, peeling your panties down, fingers tracing through your wetness whilst he kisses you deeply again.

“Condom - where the fuck did I put the fucking condoms?!” He hisses, stretching back down to retrieve his pants, you laugh peppering his neck with licks and nips.

You’re practically dripping, hovering over his cock, waiting with baited breath as he rolls the condom on, angling the hard tip to your slick opening. Both of you letting out loud moans as you sink down inch by inch, walls hugging him tightly, spasming with the stretch.

“Eddie - oh my god!” You whimper, nails biting into his shoulder, rocking against each other, his balls hitting your ass.

“Yesss, you feel like fucking heaven.” Eddie growls, using his strength to hammer up into you, both knowing the other wasn’t going to last long, the entire evening serving as foreplay. You bring your fingers down to rub roughly at your clit, whining into his mouth through messy kisses, each thrust of his cock bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Eddie, babe, I’m gonna cum.” You gasp, pussy tightening almost to the point of pain, vision going blurry as you climax hard.

“Oh god - baby! Fuck -” Eddie chokes out, arms holding you in a bruising grasp, head against your neck as he jerks his hips at a brutal pace, hurtling into his own release with a loud cry.

Eddie continues to pump gently into you, drawing out your orgasms, lazy kisses, and stroking touches bringing you back down.

“Goddamn, why didn’t we do this years ago?” He asks breathlessly, as you laugh with exhilaration, he lays back on the bed pulling you with him, thundering heartbeats steadily slowing.

“Y/n?” Eddie asks quietly after a time, fingers stroking up and down your thighs.

“Mmm?” You murmur sleepily.

“I know I was a little distracted back there, but - uh - I didn’t see any kind of tattoo.”

You laugh again, pushing off the bed, rummaging through your bag, throwing a small packet at Eddie.

“Candy cigarettes?” He queries in confusion.

“Yep, with a free Batman rub-on tattoo.” You grin, jumping back onto the bed straddling him once more, shoving one of the candy sticks into your mouth.

“Those are a filthy habit, sweetheart.” Eddie teases grinning widely up at you.

 “Care to do the honours?” You smirk devilishly, waving the temporary tattoo at him.

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Young American - Part 21** (^?)

OK, I went against my entire plan and just had to split the last part into 2 parts because it was going to be way longer than I anticipated!

Full Series Masterlist is here

Warnings: unprotected sex, daddy/lg themes, slight degradation, breeding kink, and a baby glimpse of a pain kink. There's also a wee bit of sadness., but nothing hearbreaking.

WC: 18K

THERE'S A PLAYLIST FOR THIS ONE TOO:)

Don't forget to turn off shuffle!

… NOVEMBER…

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” Rosa asked Y/N quietly with a smile as she tattooed the portrait of her hairless cat onto her forearm and Y/N smiled.

“I don’t know! I’m barely 7 weeks!” She giggled and chuckled.

“Right, but like you don’t have like a feeling?”

“Other than a little morning sickness, not really.” Y/N sniggered and Rosa laughed along quietly. 

“It’s kind of a bummer that you guys are leaving…” she sighed, “But at least I got tattooed by you before you left!” She said and Y/N smiled. She loved that about Rosa, she had a great ability to find the silver lining in things.

“Well it’s not like we won’t come visit and stuff or like you guys can’t visit us.” She said and Rosa smiled.

“True…but still, it won’t be the same without you guys around all the time. Rubbing your true and eternal love in our faces….putting all our love lives to shame…but whatever, I am happy for you guys.” She grinned.

“Thanks, girl.” Y/N giggled at her dramatics.

“How’s the feline nutsack coming along?” Vy asked as she came up and Y/N had to pull her hand away from Rosa as she hunched over and burst into laughter as Vy chuckled and Rosa scoffed and scolded Vy for her comments on her cat. “I’m sorry, but they’re literally so ugly and look like what I said. I hear they get greasy too.” She said with a disgusted look on her face.

“Everyone does…” Rosa defended.

“My dogs don’t.” Vy said and Rosa shook her head. “Anyway, your man sent me over to check on you.” Vy said to Y/N and she turned to her and giggled.

“Check on me for what?” She questioned.

“To see if you were planning on taking a lunch any time soon?” Vy said and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Oh is it that time already?”

“Yeah, girl!” Vy said with a smile.

“Well can you let him know I’m nearly done, so I’ll just eat after I finish up here. I’m not all that hungry yet anyway.” Y/N smiled and Vy nodded. Not even a minute later she was back and sighed.

“He told me to remind you that you’re eating for two now so…”

“Just don’t go back, Vy. Chill here with us and we can all go to lunch together.” Y/N suggested and Vy chuckled.

“Sounds like a great plan.” She agreed as she pulled her stool over to Y/N’s station.

Harry had been so protective over Y/N and the soon to be baby growing inside of her. Considering his mum and gran were also around, she was living her most stress free life as the three of them and Julie were basically waiting on her hand and foot. It was pretty amusing to her. She was well aware that the first trimester was always the riskiest one and sometimes it just didn’t work out, so despite her excitement, she was trying to remain as emotionally neutral about this as possible for just a bit more. Contrary to what she’d told Rosa she did have a feeling about what the little thing inside of her would become. Something about it just…felt like a boy. And every time she’d picture the baby it was a boy, but again, because this was such a delicate stage in the pregnancy she just didn’t want to personify the baby too much as like an internal defense mechanism. She was half listening to Rosa and Vy’s conversation until she had finished up Rosa’s tattoo. Vy helped to wrap her tattoo up while Y/N cleared her station in preparation for her lunch break. When they made it into the break room to get their bags they saw Harry still waiting in the lounge.

“About time! What’re you gonna eat?” Harry immediately asked them and Vy grinned.

“Y/N said she’s in the mood for some top quality sashimi, so I think we’ll go do that.” Vy teased and Harry rolled his eyes at her and she giggled.

“Baby, for real don’t worry so much about me. It makes me anxious.” Y/N said to him as she came over to kiss the top of his head.

“M’sorry, I can’t help it.” He huffed.

“It’s OK, my love. I’m being careful, promise.” She assured and he nodded, “Did you eat?”

“Yeah, was just waiting for you to check in on you before I set up for my appointment.”

“Oh OK, well I think we’re just gonna get some tacos from across the street. Just text me if you want me to bring you back anything, OK?”

“Yeah, love.” He assured and she hugged around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head again.

“Love you. Be back soon.” 

“Love you most.” He responded and kissed her hand before allowing Y/N to grab her purse from the locker and Vy and Rosa waved goodbye to him as they left the lounge. 

“He has been so intense…” Vy commented and Y/N nodded.

“I mean, Harry in general is just intense.” She giggled, “But like…he’s wanted this for a really long time so I think he’s just being really protective of the asset.” She said as she gently patted her belly that quite literally just looked like her normal belly, she wasn’t even showing yet.

“I would be so stressed if someone was hovering over me like that.” Rosa said as they waited at the crosswalk and both, Y/N and Vy, glanced to Rosa with incredulous looks and she burst into laughter.

“Girl please, you’d live for the attention.” Vy said what they were all thinking and Rosa shrugged.Y/N would definitely miss this, she’d miss her friends from school and from the shop. Time was flying by way too quickly, they’d be leaving so soon and she felt like she needed to start making fresh memories with her friends, like this, just some time with the girls was really nice and was missed.

***********

All afternoon and well into the night, Y/N’s brain was spiraling as she realized that she’d been so wrapped up in Harry that she’d neglected her friends a bit and now she’d be moving to a whole other country and not really get to see any of them for a long time. She was overwhelmed with this feeling of sadness and regret at how quickly things were moving. Of course she wanted to go and she’d be so happy in England, she knew she would be. She loved London and she absolutely loved Harry’s family, but she also recognized that California was home for her entire life up until now. And realistically, she knew she wouldn’t fully feel at home in London for a while, it’d be a big adjustment. Maybe it was the hormones? But she couldn’t help it as her tears trickled down her face as she removed her makeup. She could hear Julie, Anne, Hillary, and Harry all laughing in the kitchen and she tried to focus on that and how nothing would really change because the people around her would be the same ones. But she would be so far away from everyone else… be so far away from her favorite places…it honestly had her feeling really sad.

“Hey baby, we’re setting the kettle. Do you want-” Harry stopped talking when he peered into the bathroom and saw her sitting on the toilet lid fully crying now, “Baby, what’s the matter?” He asked quietly as he shut the door and knelt down before her. She breathed in shakily as she got ready to explain her state to him.

“I’ve just been thinking about leaving all day and I’m…feeling really upset about it.” She shared and Harry tried not to take it personally as soon as the words left her mouth. He wanted to ask more questions before he felt upset or doubtful, but it made him sad that she felt upset about leaving to England how they had agreed and planned.

“In what way? Like what do you mean?” He asked as calmly as possible and she sighed shakily.

“Like I am uprooting my entire life. I don’t know why that just hit me today but it did! Like…come January we’re gone. Forever.” She said and he nodded.

“Right, but that’s what we agreed upon.” He said and she nodded through her tears.

“I know it is! But it feels too soon now. I don’t know how else to explain it. Like…I haven’t spent enough time with my friends, like even if I invite them to the wedding it’s not like they can save enough to plan a trip to another country for a wedding on short notice. Like…I’ve just been so wrapped up in us that I’ve kind of neglected everyone else.” She explained tearfully, “And I don’t regret everything we’ve shared together, so don’t even go there. I just wish I had…been more present for the other people in my life too.” She explained and as much as he was trying to not be hurt or upset by what she was saying, Harry definitely was.

“I don’t really know what I can even say.” He said softly and she could see that he was upset and she frowned.

“You’re upset.” She pointed out and he sighed as he stood up. Y/N dropped her face into her hands and sighed in defeat, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.” She shook her head and that made him even more upset.

“I mean, I think it’s better to know now that you don’t want to do this than when we’re already there.” He said and she shook her head.

“Harry, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that I feel like I don’t have enough time with my friends, that’s it. Like…to go out and have fun…like there are so many plans I flaked out on because I wanted to be with you and-”

“So it’s my fault?”

“No! It’s entirely my fault! Like I prioritized our relationship over everything else, which I mean, I’m happy about where we are today, but like…everything comes with a sacrifice and I sacrificed other important people for this. For us. And it’s just about me and my priorities and time management. Like I just wish I had more time, that’s all.” She elaborated and he sighed.

“It’s not like we’re never going to come back and visit…”

“I know, but like…when? We’re gonna have the baby and we’re gonna be busy for a while and like…it’s just not going to be the same ever again.” She shook her head. 

Harry knew that she would never abandon him or leave him hurt and high and dry, but this is what the conversation felt like. Like she was regretful of making this choice with him. Like she wished she had done things differently. Like being with him was going to change her life but not entirely for the better. He didn’t like that that was even a thought in her head.

“So you regret it.” He said sadly and she sighed.

“No! Like regret is not the right word… I don’t know, maybe it’s just the hormones…” she huffed as she wiped under her eyes. 

“Don’t shift the blame.” He said and she pouted.

“H, I’m not. I’m just saying that maybe I’m just suddenly so upset because I’m just overproducing them right now. Like I literally started to feel this way in the middle of the crosswalk while going to lunch with the girls!” She explained and he sighed.

“So what do you want me to do?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Nothing. You just asked what was wrong and I’m telling you, you don’t have to do anything. I just need to deal with these feelings. Like I want to spend more time with my friends before the holidays but like…your family is here now and I can’t very well bail on everything to just hang out with my friends. Like I just…I wish I had a little more time now, that’s all.” She explained and Harry sighed.

“I know that you’re really trying to not make this about me, but I still feel like it’s my fault somehow.” Harry admitted and Y/N sighed.

“Baby, it’s not. It just finally hit me that like…this won’t be my home any more.” She explained, “I think out of anyone you should be able to understand that.” She said and he rolled his lips together.

“I left under very different circumstances. I knew I needed to go because I was dying over there. Like I needed to do this for myself! You’re just leaving because you’re angry at your family.” He said and her frown deepened even further as her eyes welled up again. She swallowed the lump in her throat and bit down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying, she exhaled shakily.

“Yeah…OK…” She said softly with a roll of her eyes and just stood up from her spot. They hardly ever had any arguments, but whenever they did it felt like they were just really personalized attacks and that scared her. How could he say that to her? That’s what she didn’t understand and in a way she was just brushing it off because she refused to believe that he would normally take such a low blow. “Can you just…give me minute to just get my makeup off?” She asked. “I’ll be out in a few.” She said quietly as her tears streamed down her face.

“Now, you’re upset.” He said and she sighed.

“Yeah, I really am but I don’t…feel the need to defend my feelings to you any more. You’re clearly not understanding what I’m feeling and you’re making it really personal and it’s not cool…” She said and he scoffed.

“Of course not! One day you’re crying in the backseat of my mum’s car because you love England so much and want to move with me and now you’re telling me you don’t want to go when we leave in a little over a month!” He whisper shouted, trying not to call any attention to their argument.

“That’s not…” she stopped herself, “You’re doing that thing again where you’re putting words in my mouth and flipping your issues on me.” She called him out and he sighed and shook his head.

“Fuck…You’re right.” He admitted through an exasperated sigh, “I don’t mean to. You know I don’t. But after hearing what you’ve just told me I’m kind of freaking out!” He admitted and she sighed.

“Well when you act like this I freak out!” She said to him and he reached for her hand.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, what I said about you wanting to leave…that was really fucked up. I’m sorry.” He apologized right away, “You’re right…I just…like I hear what you’re saying but like…my brain is like…making it about me and like m-my…my insecurities.” He admitted and she pouted and just hugged him tight and he exhaled slowly as he hugged her back.

“I love you and it’s OK, I know it’s hard to like slip out of the mental framework you’ve been like reinforced into over and over again.” She said gently as she turned up to look at him and he nodded.

“I guess I’m just…scared that you’re regretting your choice or that you might change your mind.” He shared. That’s what it had been about this whole time.

“No. I don’t regret my decision to start a new part of my life with you, H.” She assured him, “Like this is wonderful, we’re in a good place and I think we’re going to get to an even better place with this move and the baby.” She assured with a smile, “It’s just scary for me too. Like…I’ve never even been outside of California until earlier this year with you!” She reminded him with a giggle, “Like…this is my home, it’s where my heart is. And where the people I love are.” She said to him, “And I just feel like I…like I didn’t appreciate it enough. I’m sorry for making it about you, like saying I got wrapped up in us-”

“No, I get what you mean like…I am quite clingy with you.” He admitted with a small smile and she smiled back at him.

“I like that though. I enjoyed it and every experience we’ve had until now! I just…wish I had included more of my friends in everything. Like…they know you a bit more now from like the random hangouts we’ve had but like, they didn’t properly get to know you and they don’t get to see why I’ve decided to just move my whole life to England after some guy that I was always complaining about just a year ago!” She said and he chuckled and shook his head. “And like…” she sighed as her smile faded, “My parents.” She said more solemnly and he furrowed his brows and nodded as he listened to her, “Like…a part of me wants to give them a warning that I’m leaving, but then another part of me just wants to keep them in the dark after what happened with my grandma.” She said to him, “Like…I’ve never been the kind of person to want to enact vengeance on anyone, but this feels like the perfect opportunity. But then I think, what if something happens to one of them and they can’t get a hold of me? Like I know they’re not the most open, but I still love them.” She whimpered now as she cried and he hugged her tight.

“Of course, my love. They’re your parents, you’ll always love them.” He assured her, “And like, I don’t know, maybe you don’t have to tell them that you’re leaving in person or over the phone. Maybe just write a letter. Share your thoughts with them? Tell them why you decided to leave.” He suggested and Y/N nodded as she considered that.

“Yeah, I think that would be nice.” She sniffled, “Cathartic too.” She added and he nodded.

“Exactly. And you can spend more time with your friends before we go, you know? My family will understand it.”

“I will.” She assured and Harry smiled.

“Good. I love you.”

“Love you.” She responded with a smile.

That very night Y/N wrote her first letter. She decided that she would write her parents a letter every day until her last day in the states. She’d have Julie mail it out for her or something. And as she finished writing her first letter she signed her name and then just quickly doodled a little plane at the bottom left corner at the page and a runway that stretched all the way across the paper and then she put it away. 

… JANUARY…

It was a few days into the new year and they would be dropping Anne and Hillary at the airport in a few days. Harry would be moving out of his apartment over the weekend and staying at Julie’s with her until he and Y/N left on the 21st. In just 3 short weeks Y/N would be living in another country. It still didn’t feel real, but she was more excited now. She felt better about leaving now because she had seen more of her friends through December, she’d even had them hang out a little more with Harry and they all really loved him.

Y/N had been really enjoying seeing how easily Hillary, Anne, and Julie had connected, it made her feel better about Julie deciding to move out to England as well. She and Harry had originally planned to let Julie stay with them, but she’d already overheard Anne ask Julie to come live with Hillary and her while she decided if she wanted a place of her own since it was just them two in Anne’s 4 bedroom home. And a few days after that she’d heard them already making plans about how Julie could decorate her room. So even for Julie, as crazy as this was, she was excited about this new step in life too.

And well, as for Y/N and Harry, they’d spent the holidays reading tons of parenting and child development and psychology books. They planned to discuss what each of them had found and wanted to decide how to raise their child, this was more his idea, because Y/N was sure that whatever her and his parents had done during their formative years had been right because she and Harry were pretty decent people in her opinion. Y/N was at the tail end of the first trimester and everything was looking good. Being 3 months, she knew that she’d start showing a bit more now. It was a lot more noticeable now, or at least it was to her and to Harry too. He just held her tummy so much when they cuddled now that he literally felt her growing a little more each day.

“Today the baby is officially the size of a…?” Harry paused as he entered the kitchen, demanding everyone’s attention with his question. He glanced from Y/N, to Julie, to his mum, and to his gran and they all looked at each other not really sure of the answer. His mum finally glanced to him and shrugged. “And you call yourself women.” Harry huffed jokingly and they just mumbled something about him being a pest before they continued talking over their morning tea. 

They were all only drinking fruit or decaffeinated herbal teas in solidarity of Y/N’s inability to consume caffeine, though Harry had caught her fervidly inhaling the scent of his freshly pressed, piping hot espressos a few times because as much as he wanted to support her, he caved after 3 days without coffee. He served himself breakfast before finding a seat next to Y/N and she smiled at him quickly.

“Want a bite?” He asked her quietly as the ladies were talking with each other.

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Get it like super syrupy though.” She requested and he smiled as he drown the little slice of pancake into the syrup as much as he could before feeding it to her, “Mmmthanks, baby.” She mumbled through her chewing and he just kissed the side of her head.

“What time is it?” Harry asked and Julie tapped her phone and glanced to him.

“A quarter to 10.” She said and Harry smiled.

“Perfect! So, I’ve got an announcement!” He said and they all glanced to him, “In addition to the humble Christmas gifts you ladies received I have actually scheduled an engagement / family Holiday photo shoot!” He said and they all glanced to each other with excitement, “It’s gonna be this afternoon,” he said and then turned to Y/N, “at our beach.” he said and she pouted with endearment, “We gotta go one last time before we leave.” he said and she smiled an nodded.

“Yeah.” She agreed softly.

“So, we’ll need to be out of here by 12:30 the latest! Bring a jacket, s’gonna be cold. The sun sets right before 5! Julie helped me get you all dresses.” He said and she grinned as they all turned to her, “So get all dolled up! We need to meet the photographer there by 2!” He said and they all started to chat about that. 

Y/N was the first to head off and get showered, of course, Harry had gone in after her and snuck in behind her. Despite his want to just eat her out until he was lightheaded, because pregnancy glow was truly a thing, they were on a tight schedule! Her hair always took her the longest to do and well she wanted to do a blow out for her pictures so she did that while Harry cleaned up and while everyone else showered. She knew she would end up doing everyone else’s eye makeup so as soon as she finished her hair and own eye make up she quickly got Julie’s eye make up done, then Anne’s, then Hillary’s, then she finished her own look. 

“OK, where are the dresses?” Y/N asked Julie as she came into her room.

“In here…” she said guiding her to the walk in closet, “This one’s yours.” She said handing over a dress in a black bag and Y/N smiled. “Do you want me to clean your ring so it’s extra shiny?” She asked and Y/N nodded with a grin, “OK, leave it on my vanity.” Julie said and Y/N slipped it off and put it down before going to get changed. She hurried to the bedroom and found Harry in his briefs buttoning up his light blue shirt and he glanced up at her as she rested her weight on the door to get it to shut.

“Can I help?” She asked and he nodded. She laid the bag her dress was in neatly on her bed and came over and kissed his chest before doing up his buttons.

“Have you seen your dress?”

“Nope.”

“I think you’re gonna love it.” He said and she grinned excitedly.

“I can’t wait.” She confessed, “Do you think it’ll show the bump?”

“Mmmm, no. We’ll see right now though. Do you want to show it off?”

“I don’t care, just wondering.” She said as she left the last three buttons unfastened knowing that if she did them up he’d eventually undo them. She then went over to the bag and got it off, she gasped and turned to him. “You helped pick this out?” She asked him.

“Why do you seem so surprised?” He asked, playing offended at her reaction.

“It’s just, you and Julie obviously know me way too well.” She giggled and he came over and looked down at it with her, “I would’ve definitely chosen something like this.” She assured and he smiled.

“Good.” He said to her and then kissed her deeply, “I can’t wait to marry you.” He mumbled against her lips and she smiled.

“I can’t either. I’m really excited that we’re doing these pictures before I get too big though. Thanks for this! And that we’re doing it here too. This is really thoughtful of you, baby. I love it. Thank you.” She assured and he kissed her once again. She got dressed and just did a few more finishing touches before they were getting into Julie’s car. Harry was driving and Y/N was up front with him. Obviously, it was the winter, so they hadn’t taken Anne or Hillary to the beach, but as soon as they got into the canyon they were both glancing around in wonder. The drive out really was breathtaking. Y/N would definitely miss this and she knew Harry would too, they spent a lot of their summer at the beach. So as they drove through she paid extra attention to the scenery around her and took many mental pictures of this place and the people with her.

“Oh wow!” Anne gasped as they made it through the canyon and Y/N smiled as Harry made a right up the PCH and they started to cruise up the coast. She then glanced to Harry and her heart melted.

Y/N wished she could just stare at him all the time, especially now because he was quite literally glowing. He looked so relaxed, so happy with the sun lighting up his eyes and highlighting the golden hues of his hair. He looked so. Fucking. Hot. She knew coming into the second trimester is when you start to get insatiable and it had already started for her. Anything about Harry would get her going in a heartbeat! Like now, how he looked like a literal angel, he was the brightest star, she swore it. She released his hand and glanced up through the mirror to ensure that the ladies were distracted enough before she gripped his thigh and slid her hand higher. She saw his lips quirk up in a grin before he grabbed her hand before it went too high and interlocked their fingers again. He shook his head and then shot her a playful wink which made her giggle. But as he laid her hand flat over his thigh and let his fingers caress and tickle her palm she started to get all tingly inside. She glanced over to him with a bitten lip and he just smirked. This drive would certainly feel long.

“We’re getting close.” Harry said after about another 20 minutes of driving. He started to slow down as they drove past a large rock formation and then Y/N pointed it out to them on their left. 

“Oh that’s just lovely!” Anne said as she saw the sycamore trees lining the beach.

As Harry got into the turning lane and went into the parking lot Y/N gasped in total shock when she saw everyone from the shop and her school friends all waving and cheering as they drove in. Harry parked right beside them and she turned to him.

“What is going on?!” She asked him through her laughter and he smirked.

“We’re actually getting married today. Surprise!” He said to her and her eyes immediately welled up as Anne and Hillary squealed in excitement and Julie chuckled as they applauded her for her ability to keep secrets so well. 

“Let’s give them a minute.” Julie said through her laughter and so they got out and left Harry and Y/N alone as she expertly dabbed at her eyes as to not ruin her makeup.

“I hope this is OK.” He said softly and she nodded and leaned forward and pecked his lips, “Like, I know we talked about how you felt like you didn’t get to make as many memories as you would’ve wanted with the people that matter to you. And you’re right about them having a hard time with coming to a wedding across the world so I figured we could have this with our friends from here. We could even do another with our family in England if you wanted to.” He said simply and she smiled. He said our family in England that made her want to cry even more.

“God, I love you so fucking much.” She said softly and he pecked her lips quickly.

“I love you too and I just wanted to show to you that I heard what you were saying before.” He said softly.

“Thank you, baby. You’re so thoughtful. Thank you for understanding this really is the best surprise. It was killing me to wait any longer if I’m being honest.” She said with a bright smile.

“Same.” He confessed through some laughter, “Well there’s another surprise and that is that Julie is officiating.” He said and she shook her head.

“I’m gonna cry the whole time…”

“You can’t! The pictures and the video…”

“I’m too hormonal for this! Like I want to hold you and jump your bones and then I want to just curl up in a little ball and cry all at the same time!” She explained through a chuckle.

“Oh, there will be time for jumping bones.” He assured her with a playful smirk and she giggled, “We’ve got plans tonight and tomorrow night. So after this, we’re gonna have a nice meal with everyone and then enjoy a mini honeymoon. I do owe you a proper one but-”  

“Baby?” She pouted with a heart so full of love she felt like she might burst.

“Yes, my love?” Harry asked her as he cradled her face in his hand.

“We’re getting married.” She said with a big smile and he nodded firmly once, his own smile was bright and dimpled, “Like, right now!” She added and he nodded again, “I love you. So much. This is already the best day of my life.” She said softly.

“I love you.” He hummed before he leaned in and kissed her lips quickly, “Let’s do this.” He said softly and she nodded.

As soon as they made it out of the car her friends all cheered for them and came over and hugged them. There really was a photographer and a videographer there to capture each moment. Especially as they made their way over to the beach where they would have their little ceremony. Their friends had all brought their own little picnic blankets and some lounge chairs for Anne and Hillary which they set up right before Julie as Y/N and Harry had a few pictures taken before they went up there with Julie who was smiling so wide it looked like it hurt.

“Ready?” She asked quietly and they both nodded, “Welcome everyone!” She greeted with a smile, “I really won’t say too much because well, I think if you’ve spent more than 5 minutes with these two you’d see exactly what love is supposed to look like.” She said and they both smiled at each other, “When I first met Harry he had been an unexpected guest, Y/N had looked after him after a rager at Vy’s.” She said pointing to her among the guests and she giggled, “He was so terribly sweet, I liked him right away and after that he just…kind of kept showing up!” She said and everyone chuckled, “And Harry, you integrated yourself into our lives so seamlessly with your kindness and thoughtfulness. You brought so much joy and laughter and fun to our lives, but mostly to Y/N’s. You brought out a side of her that really just made me so happy to see and I’ve just been able to witness first hand how your care and love for each other has transformed you both into the best versions of yourselves. And well, Y/N has always had a really big heart, so I wasn’t surprised that she had wanted to make sure Harry felt like he had a home here, but this was so different. You literally just light right up when he shows up, it’s the most adorable thing.” She said to her and Y/N rolled her head back to prevent her tears from falling, “It’s such a pure love that you have for each other. Your family and I were talking about how you’ve both seemed to have perfectly filled the void you’ve had and it makes us so happy to see that you’re being loved like you deserve. You’re gonna have your own family soon-”

“Team girl!” G called out and everyone chuckled.

“I am team girl as well.” Julie confessed through a smile, “But ummm, I’ve seen the give and take, I’ve seen the squabbles, I’ve seen the hardships, the joys, and also the determination. I mean it’s crazy how much can happen in just a year, but what you two have, it’s the real thing. It’s the thing that so many people wait their entire lives for.” She said and Harry squeezed Y/N’s hand as he nodded in agreement with Julie. “And I love you both so freaking much and I am so grateful that I’m gonna get to see this pan out for a long, long time.” She sniffled, “So without further ado…” she said reaching into her dress’ pocket, “I actually have to say this bit to make it legit.” She explained as she also pulled out another ring box and handed it to Harry, everyone laughed softly at her words and fell silent before they said their vows. It felt surreal to be staring into Harry’s eyes while he stared back and they promised each other all the love, support, and respect in the world as they exchanged wedding bands. 

“Well, here’s to forever.” Harry said softly to her and Y/N couldn’t even wait before she leaned in to kiss him. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply as everyone clapped for them. It wasn’t anything fancy or elaborate, but it was completely genuine.

“I love you so much.” She mumbled against his lips as they pulled back with big smiles.

“I love you too. I always will.” He assured her softly. 

They had some snacks at the picnic tables which G had brought to feed people while they greeted and took pictures with their friends and family. They hung out there for a bit before Harry announced where they’d meet to get some dinner and they all started heading off. The sun was starting to set at this point and it was getting colder.

“Ready love?” Harry asked as he came up to her and she looked up at him, her feet in the warm ocean water.

“Just one more minute, yeah?” She asked and he nodded and wrapped his arms around her and exhaled as they just looked out at the ocean as the sun started to set. “Baby, thank you so much for this.” She hummed and he smiled.

“Like I know it wasn’t like all that formal or-”

“I mean, but we’ve never really been all that formal either.” She said said and he chuckled.

“I suppose not…”

“It was perfect.” She assured him, “Was it legit though?”

“Oh yeah, Julie has a friend who works at the courthouse, they got us the license application, we just need to sign it and send it in.” He said and she giggled.

“You guys thought of everything…”

“We really did. We’ve been cooking this up since right after Thanksgiving.” He said and she shook her head.

“You guys are sneaky.” She hummed in amusement and he shrugged.

“It had to be done. I just couldn’t wait and I also thought a lot about what we talked about, with you feeling like you hadn’t made enough memories with your friends. I want them to be part of that too.” he admitted and she smiled.

“I’m glad you didn’t wait. It was genuinely perfect.” She hummed as he kissed the side of her head.

“Ready, love birds?” Hillary called out from beside the car.

“Ready!” He shouted and guided Y/N back to the car and soon they were heading off to the restaurant as well. 

It was nice to see the huge table decorated with a few pearlescent balloons and some simple centerpieces, she spent plenty of time chatting with her friends, introducing them to each other properly, it was all extremely fun and so special. The evening felt magical, everyone had a few drinks in them, apart from her and Harry (that was one thing he did stop doing along with her since giving up his caffeine was out of the question), and it was full of joyful chatter and laughter. Then she recalled that she hadn’t written her letter for the day, and that made her think of her parents, and she wondered if he had invited them. She turned to him and waited until he had finished talking to Auree’s girlfriend about something before she captured his attention.

“Baby?” She asked quietly.

“Yes, my love?” He asked as he turned to her with a bright smile.

“Can we ummm…can we talk? In private?” She asked and he looked at her skeptically, “I’m not trying to get in your pants. Well not yet at least.” She added in with a grin and he chuckled.

“Yeah, let’s go up front, yeah?” He suggested and she nodded. “We’ll be right back.” He assured everyone as they headed out of the private dining room they were occupying and as they passed by their waitress Harry let her know it was time for dessert and she nodded and assured him she’d get that going in the kitchen.

“What’s for dessert?” She asked with intrigued eyes.

“Chocolate lava cake.” He smiled at her and she gasped.

“Oh my god…OK, I can’t wait.” She assured and he chuckled as they made it out front. They were stood by one of the heating lanterns so at least they were warm, but a certain cold feeling still crept into her chest.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He asked her, feeling a bit nervous because why did she have to do this privately? Maybe she wasn’t as happy about this surprise elopement as he thought? Maybe he’d gone too far?

“So after we spoke back in November about how I felt we were moving away too soon?” She reminded and he nodded, “I took your suggestion. I decided to write my parents letters up until the day we left and they’ve been about what’s been going on with us, how we’ve been preparing to head over, what our plans are. And like…I’m just wondering if they know we got married or if I should like…be a little tactful with the letter I’ll write for today?” She asked him and he nodded in understanding at her question. He wanted to give her good news, but it was his duty to be honest with her. The truth hurts sometimes and…well he knew this one would really hurt her.

“Ummm…th-they know.” He said to her and he saw the sparkle leave her eyes before she looked away and took a slow breath, “Baby, I got both your parents’ numbers from your phone. I figured maybe they’re cautious with numbers they don’t recognize so I left messages and then I sent texts just so they would go ahead and listen to the voice mails.” He explained and she nodded, “I ummm…I got a text back from both numbers after a few days, it said to not call anymore and that they’re disappointed to hear about it.” He said and she choked on a sob that she wanted so badly to keep trapped in her throat and he wrapped her up in his arms, “It was the same exact message, so I’m sure your dad…maybe had your mom send the same thing as he did. He got back to me first. I’m so sorry.” He said quietly and she just squeezed around him, “I was going to tell you, maybe tomorrow afterwards, but I should’ve told you before instead of letting you wonder about it all day and ruin things-”

“There’s a reason why I asked until now, babe. I hadn’t even thought of them until I thought that I don’t have the stuff to write my letter tonight. The day has been wonderful H, believe me. I couldn’t have been happier. You’ve made me so incredibly happy.” She assured him as he wiped her tears with his thumbs.

“You positive?”

“I am. I promise you, hubby.” She said with a smile and his smile widened.

“S’gonna feel so good to refer to you as my wife. Been calling you that in my mind for a while now…” he said and she smiled, “Just…when you know, you know, I guess.” She shrugged slightly.

“I love you, Harry.” She said softly, “Thank you for thinking of everything. And maybe it didn’t happen how you hoped it would, but you still thought to include my family and that’s more than you even should’ve done after the way they’ve behaved towards you.” He shook his head.

“Of course love, they’re your family.” He said.

“Well, now you’re my husband and we’re having a baby soon so…we’re our own family now. And you don’t have to think about my family anymore. I know you…and I know that deep down a tiny part of you might feel responsible for this falling out,” she said and he sighed, “but you’re not. It’s been a long time coming. It’s what they do.” She said to him and he nodded, “Thank you for trying though. That means everything to me, especially after the way my father treated you. I just want you to know that you don’t have to try and fix it, it’s in their hands now.” She said and he sighed and nodded.

“I just had to try and make it right.”

“I know, my love. You’re the best man I’ve ever known.” She smiled at him, “I don’t want you to feel like the rejection happens because it’s you. So if there’s anything that ever needs to be communicated to them I can do it, OK? I don’t want you to have to deal with any unpleasantness just because they’ve got some sticks up their asses.”

“But your mum might-”

“She’s complicit, H. That’s what’s most hurtful about her actions. I’ve seen my dad and his side of the family shun people like this my whole life so I knew he was capable of that, but my mom? She’d just…rather lose the rest of us than lose him.”

“Hmmm…”

“Yeah. But again, thank you for thinking of them despite everything. Makes me love you even more.” She smiled and tip-toed to kiss his lips.

“Course, love.” He assured with a kind smile, “We can drop by the house to pick up your stuff for your letters?” He offered.

“It’s alright. I can write it on my notes and then just transcribe it.” She assured him and he nodded.“Be honest with me, is there anything about this that scares you?” She asked him and he bit his lip and nodded.

“Yeah, of course.”

“What is it?” She asked and he sighed.

“Just that…the love will somehow run out? Like I’ve seen so many couples that seem like they’re perfect but then they just haven’t loved each other for ages and hate what marriage did to them and like…I guess if you ever felt like we were heading down a path where you find the person you fell in love with is disappearing please tell me. Or even if it’s got nothing to do with me and you just start to lose feelings or…I don’t know, the magic dies…” he said and she nodded as she listened.

“How about this, lets promise to always speak honestly and listen to each other. You know how in Ted Lasso they say Oklahoma to like…basically just tell each other truth no matter how it comes out?” He nodded, “Like that. Let’s have that. And I mean, one thing I learned from my parents is that they always made time for each other. They’d go on dates, they’d have alone time, they’d take vacations together…like, let’s not let ourselves forget why we decided to do this.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah, I like that.” He agreed softly.

“I promise you that if anything like that is going on with me or us I will tell you the truth. Obviously with as much love and tact as possible.” She said and he smiled, “But you tell me as well, OK?”

“I will, baby. Do you have any fears?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, the same one as you. Like what if this just somehow doesn’t work out, but I mean, the fact that we’re even bringing this up on our wedding day somehow tells me it’s gonna be just fine.” She said and he smiled, “And ummm…s’mostly my family. That like…they’ll not be a part of our lives ever, like that they won’t come around. It’s almost like I’m grieving them before we go.” She explained.

“Yeah, I can see how that would be the case.” He said as he grabbed her hands.

“Like one day I’m fine and just accept that this is how things are and I feel OK with it. But then later I feel angry about it, or like totally in denial, or wondering if there’s anything I can do to fix this…but I think the more I write those things down the more it helps me feel relieved from it all. Like, I want to include a copy of the next sonogram in the letter, just so they’re aware that we’re having a baby, you know? I haven’t written about the baby at all yet, just in case…I mean, that was a huge fear I had for a while there. That something would happen and I’d lose it.” She said and he frowned.

“Baby, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you were so excited and everyone was being so protective and all, like I didn’t want to make you all feel bad for fussing over me all the time. Like the fact that you guys were caring so much made me feel better about not getting too attached yet.” She said and Harry seemed even more upset by that.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry you had to deal with that all on your own.” He shook his head.

“It’s OK, I do wish I had said something, but I think I was able to have some good internal conversations about why I was so scared to just…be happy about this.”

“And what’d you come up with?”

“It just goes back to my family. Like what if our child estranges themselves from us? Or what if we do something wrong and fuck him up?” She asked and he smiled a bit. “What’s funny about that?” She asked and he shook his head.

“Nothing at all. You just said “him” when you referred to the baby.” He pointed out, “Do you think it’s a boy?” He asked and Y/N smiled a bit as the topic seemingly shifted.

“Yeah, I do.” She confirmed and he smiled wider.

“I do too! Like I had a dream about it and maybe it’s because Archie was just so attached to you that you with a baby boy is like the image in my mind, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. But I mean, as the parents I think in a way we have a connection that just…makes us kind of know if we really tune into it all.”

“Mmmm, yeah. Could very well be true.” He hummed his agreement, “But back to what you were saying before…we’re not gonna fuck up our kid, there’s absolutely no way. And like…maybe one day your parents will come around and we’ll feel good about introducing them to our family and they’ll see that we had everything we needed to start our own family.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah. You’re right.” She said and he smiled.

“And I mean…I can’t imagine how much it hurts to be dealing with so many big moments and not having them here with you, but they’ve chosen to let you go, baby. Like it hurts me to say that to you, but that’s what they’ve chosen.” He said and she nodded.

“I know.” She sniffled and he kissed her forehead.

“I feel like you’re being dragged along, you know? Like you’re holding on, hoping that they’ll give you a glimmer of hope or something, but sometimes letting go is the best thing. Like…they can’t hurt you if you let go too.” He said and she nodded.

“I know, baby. I know.” She sighed shakily.

“I just want you to know that I’m here with you every step of the way. Like you said, it’s almost like a grieving process and like…I don’t care if we talk about it one time or one billion times!” He said with a smile, “I will hear you out and walk with you through the hurt and the disappointment and hopefully the recovery of your relationship with them. I’m hopeful too, baby. I want that for you, I do. So please, never feel like you talk about it too much or like it’s stupid to bring up, OK?”

“Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.” She whispered as she hugged him tight.

“Of course, my love.” He hummed as he rubbed her back gently, “So you really think it’s a boy?”

“Yeah. I picture a boy too.” She confessed and he smiled, “If it is, maybe we can name him after your grandpa. I know he meant a lot to you.” She said and he pulled back.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure. Apart from you, I don’t know of any men I would want to name a baby after.” She assured and he cringed.

“And if it is, I will most definitely not have a Harry jr.” he assured with a slight grimace and she laughed.

“Not even the middle name?”

“No.” He said firmly and she giggled.

“Alright, no jr’s.” She assured with a grin and he dipped down to kiss her lips.

“Also, whenever you’re ready to go just say the word. Auree’s agreed to drop our family at home.”

“Oh, OK.” She grinned, “Then…let’s go eat our cake and then say goodbye?” She asked and he smirked.

“You horny, little thing.” He mumbled against her lips as he playfully swatted her bum and she laughed at his playful jab.

“Like you’re any better.” She countered and he sniggered, “C’mon.” She said and they made their way back inside.

----Wedding Outfits----

They only stayed another 30 minutes before they headed off to their hotel room. And well Harry had delivered, the place was beachfront in Santa Monica, bordering Venice, and it was absolutely gorgeous.

“You’re all checked in. Enjoy your stay and congratulations.” The man behind the counter smiled at them.

“Thank you so much, good night.” Harry said and Y/N smiled before she followed after him into the elevator. 

“I can’t believe you packed up all this stuff and I didn’t notice it was missing.” She laughed.

“Well a benefit of you leaving your clean laundry piled on the desk chair in your room. I just took a couple things here and there over the last few days.” He said and Y/N laughed and shook her head. “And while you got dressed Julie swiped your makeup bag from the bathroom so that’s in there too.” He assured and she chuckled.

“Well thank you for thinking of everything.” She said with a happy smile.

“Course, my love.” He hummed as the elevator slid open. He took a moment to look at the signage, “This way.” He said guiding her to their room, they were just down the hall and soon he was keying their way in and held the door open for her.

“Oh! It’s so cute!” She gasped as she headed inside and immediately started to look around, “Look at this! We can watch the sunset while we have a bath.” She cooed as she turned to him and he smiled.

“I know!” He chuckled, “I’ve also booked us massages and manicures for tomorrow after lunch. We could use a little pampering.” He said with a smile and she grinned.

“Wow, baby. Thank you, I love this.” She said from the bedroom now and as she made her way to the balcony she cooed again as she swung the doors open and saw the set up of champagne, candles, and roses set out on the little table.

“Now that I didn’t do.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“A sweet gesture nonetheless.” She hummed and he nodded.

“I’m just going to call them to just take the bottle back. S’a pricey one.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, but first a kiss.” She pouted and he smiled and wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her sweetly, dipping her down quickly. Their permanent smiles kept interrupting their kisses.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “M’just so happy.” He said and she grinned.

“Me too, H.” She whispered.

As soon as Harry let the front desk know that they weren’t drinking since she was pregnant the manager apologized and instead decided to comp their meals for the next two days - whatever room service they wanted, free of charge. Harry assured them it wasn’t necessary, but Y/N was quick to scowl at him and Harry chuckled quietly as the man assured him that it was fine. And well in the situation they would soon be in, saving some money couldn’t hurt.

“I can’t believe you almost turned down free food…” she said as soon as he hung up and he chuckled.

“It’s gonna be more than the champagne bottle! Was just trying to be honest.” He reasoned and she scoffed.

“So? They offered and besides, this is basically your dream come true for me, Mr. ‘You’re-eating-for-two-now’ Styles.” She reminded and he chuckled. 

“Yeah, yeah, go get cleaned up, Mrs. Styles.” He said guiding her to the bathroom as she swooned at the reminder that a name change would be coming soon. 

So with that Harry started to set up the tub while Y/N had a body shower and then he hopped in as she settled into the warm and bubbly tub. When she heard the shower door open she peered over at Harry emerging from the shower, dripping wet in all his naked glory. Fuck was he a sight to behold. She bit her bottom lip as he slicked his hair back and out of his face.

Harry could feel Y/N’s eyes on him and he was wanting to milk her gawking and attention for as long as possible. Finally, his eyes met hers and he smirked, making her blush when she realized that he knew she’d been checking him out this whole time. He couldn’t help it as his cock started to stiffen up at her salacious stare and at the mental image of the incredible sex he was about to have with her. With his wife. It made Harry’s heart pound erratically and for his stomach to flip and flutter with excitement and pure zeal and anticipation.

“Make space, yeah?” He asked her lowly and she scooted forward, hugging her knees to her chest as he climbed in behind her and then finally rested his back against the wall of the tub.

As soon as he was settled in she leaned back into into his chest and his hands circled around her midsection immediately and he rested his chin on her shoulder. She smiled as he exhaled slowly. She could feel his leg hair slightly tickling against her bare legs and she could also feel how hard he was getting. She had been waiting to feel him like this all fucking day and as much as she loved how soft he’d get with her sometimes, she was craving him in the horniest way right now. She put her hand over his, letting her fingers fit in the gaps of his and wordlessly guided his hand down to her folds. She felt him chuckle softly before he kissed her shoulder and quickly found her clit to rub into leisurely.

“Right, been waiting half the day, haven’t you?” He asked and she nodded. “Been so good for me. So patient, haven’t you, babygirl?” He praised her lowly and she smiled.

“Yes, daddy.” She hummed breathily as he added a bit more pressure, causing her toes to curl. She sighed in relief as his other hand came over her breast and kneaded at it for a few moments. She whined softly when he pinched at her nipple, she was so tender lately and she glanced down to see it immediately peaked. He was grinning at just how sensitive she was as he steadily built her up for an orgasm with a combination of that and his consistently delicious rubs over her clit. 

Harry could feel Y/N’s body wriggling and then tensing up against his with every passing minute. The pleasure she was feeling was winding her up towards an orgasm. It was making her breathing hitch and her legs to twitch as she fought to keep them open for him to continue playing with her pussy. Her whimpers started to get more and more consistent as she approached her climax and just as she was about to topple over the edge he just cupped over her pussy and she whined lowly and ground against his hand as the feeling started to fizzle, he smirked in response. She knew better than to complain so she just exhaled shakily and rested her weight against him and after a few seconds he started up again, he built her up so close…

“Don’t let yourself come yet. Keep holding it, baby…” He instructed “If you’re close to coming tell me OK? Can’t have that yet.” He warned and he kept going until a desperate groan crawled from her throat and he abruptly stopped rubbing and she relaxed, “Good girl.” He hummed mawkishly and she huffed.

“You’re going to kill me one day. Should’ve gotten away from you while I had the chance.” She joked quietly and he tutted.

“Don’t say that.” His deep voice grumbled seriously, “Besides, you can’t escape me now. You’re bound to me for life considering that not only are you my wife now.” He said as he tickled her sides and she giggled a bit, “You’re also the mother of my unborn child so…better start getting used to me and my antics because I think we’re in this for the long haul, wife.” He said and she giggled.

“You’re so annoying.” She hummed playfully and he grinned.

“Who else would I annoy if not my own wife? Hmmm?” He asked with a gentle pat on her inner thigh before he ran his hand up to the crease between her legs again, he could feel the different consistency of her arousal at her entrance despite them being immersed in the water. He felt her body tense as he added more pressure again and sunk a single finger into her, it was purely for his own purposes as he dipped it in and out a few times just to feel how hot and wet she was for him. Once his finger was all sticky with her arousal he slid it up to her clit again and rubbed it lightly as she wriggled a bit. She sighed as he kissed her neck. “You OK? Can you handle a bit more?” He asked softly and she nodded, “Your words, babygirl. Use your words for me.” He reminded.

“Yes, daddy. I can handle more.” She assured and he smiled.

“Of course you can. Always so fucking good for me. Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” He teased as she whimpered a response, “I love that you get greedy, means you know that I can give you what you want. Does daddy give you what you want?” he questioned her, “Tell me, baby. Tell me how spoiled rotten you are.” He hummed as he started to rub her clit quickly again until once again her legs were trembling.

“You’re so good to me, daddy! You give me more than anyone deserves, I love you so much!” she keened, “Oh daddy, it feels so good!” she whimpered as she kept herself on the edge like he wanted but she was slipping and her body was so tense and she couldn’t stay that way anymore, her muscles would surely ache the next day. Good thing they’d be heading to the spa. 

“Are you close?” he asked.

“Yes! So close.” She whimpered when he stopped.

“Want to come on my cock?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes, daddy.”

“M’kay, my love. Turn around f’me.” He said softly and she did so right away. She was facing him now, hovering over his lap. His cock was so heavy, he had to hold it up for her to lower herself onto him. They hadn’t had sex since before Christmas, it’d been weeks and that was way longer than they’d gone in a long while quite frankly. Her voice quivered with a whine as she tried to sink down hard onto Harry’s cock, he was so big though. He didn’t fit as easily as before and the stretch, though uncomfortable, was exactly what she was hoping to feel.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down, baby. Take your time, don’t wanna hurt you.” He said softly and she sighed in despair.

“I just need to feel you inside.” She mumbled against his mouth, “S’been way too long. Need you inside. Please, jus’get inside.” She whispered desperately and he smiled.

“Yeah, s’been too fucking long but still, take it slow we’ve got time. All night if you want it, babygirl.” He assured her and she nodded. He rubbed her clit to relax her a bit more and she started lowering herself slower, “Good girl.” He said and she just hid her face in his neck, moaning softly and relaxing in his hold when she’d finally seated herself completely and had his entire cock in her pussy. Harry gently thrust up as she ground herself against him. Her lips parted around a moan as she started going a bit faster. “Baby, look at me. Please look at me.” He panted and she reared back and pressed her forehead to his before kissing him passionately, “Fuck.” He grunted into their kiss with a smile as he went harder, causing the water to start sloshing around their bodies. She was still whimpering and speechless at how deep he felt and she pulled back to look into his eyes like he had asked. They were both looking hazy and completely gone. Both in a complete lust-filled daze.

Every time his thick shaft would delve into her sopping pussy she felt like melting in his arms. It made her legs feel like jello and like she couldn’t breathe properly. The consistent cadence of his thrusts and of his rubs against her clit were building her up quickly and she just wanted to feel the delicious tingles of an orgasm possessing her once again.

“Fuck daddy, y’feel so good!” She mewled against his mouth, “Forgot how deep y’can get.” she breathed and he tutted.

“S’not good. I’ll make sure there’s no forgetting ever again.” He huffed and she kissed his lips softly, “But carefully, of course.” He said as he slowed down and glanced down at the very slight bump between them.

“Right…” she hummed with breathy giggle.

“You’ve made me the happiest person alive. Did you know that?” He asked and she smiled timidly at his intense eye contact. “Made a lovesick husband and dad out of a chronic grump.” He smiled and she giggled.

“We really did this…like I’m your wife.” She said with a bright smile and he nodded.

“Hell yeah, you are.” He hummed in satisfaction before grabbing her face and kissing her slowly and deeply. She started rolling her hips into his again and as she slightly shifted, she gasped into their kiss as his cock found that spot inside of her that made her weak for him. She was powerless in his arms when his cock was caressing that part of her.

“Fuuuck.” Harry moaned in pleasure as his sensitive tip prodded into that hot and spongey part of her over and over and over again. Thrust after thrust of his cock into her perfect and delicious little pussy his resolve weakened and weakened. His hands migrated down to her bum and guided her into a pace that quickly got them back to where they’d been moments before. She smiled through a hiss of pleasure and pain when he delivered a hard smack against her ass. Then again and she cried out, “More?”

“Please! Yes, please more!” She keened and her back arched as he delivered another round of smacks to her ass. 

The water against her skin made the bite of the sting more intense, she swore she was getting dizzy from how good it felt. Harry leaned forward and wrapped his lips around her hardened nipple, suckling and nipping at her as he kneaded her fleshy bottom in his hands to give her a small break. One of her hands brushed the curls away from his forehead so that she could get a good look at his perfectly hollowed out cheeks as he sucked her tender nipple, the achey feeling was making her wetter for him somehow. He eagerly moved to the next one, loving her soft whimper of pain as he bit down a little too roughly this time.

“Gentle, m’a bit tender.” She gasped and he groaned in frustration. He’d been so needy for her that he just wanted to go rough and hard and wreck her. He thrust up hard and she yelped but started bouncing on him a bit, obsessed with the feeling of him driving into that part of her.

“Fuck, you feel amazing like this.” He groaned in pleasure, “Gonna make me come so hard, babygirl.”

“Fuck please, baby. Please come!” She whined into his mouth, “I need it so bad!” She gasped breathily.

“Yeah, baby? Want me to come inside you?” He mumbled against her lips and she nodded.

“Yeah, daddy, please.” 

“Should I challenge science and try and get you pregnant again?” He grinned and she swore she transcended to a new level of pleasure.

“Yes, daddy! Please, please, please.” She slurred as her pleasure started to peak. The tickles and warmth in her tummy started to spread through her entire body, making her start to lose her rhythm. “Oh my god, I’m so close!” She warned, she wouldn’t be able to hold this one after he’d edged her several times already.

“I can feel it, love. M’so close too, just hang on a little longer for me, babygirl. Just a bit more.” He said tiredly as he started to guide her rhythm, holding tight to her hips.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” She mewled as her forehead fell to his shoulder and his own head rolled back and his mouth dropped open as his abs tightened up impossibly and he started to unravel.

“Come. Come for me. Come for me, baby.” He moaned his command as her own moan just ripped through her throat, “Fuck, I love you so much. Fuck, love your pussy so much.” He moaned.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” She whispered against his skin as her body trembled with pleasure, her hips moved all on their own, helping them through it all. She grabbed his face and kissed him deeply as their highs started wearing off. She wrapped her arms around him as he also just hugged her tight as they just basked in the moment as they caught their breaths for a bit. “I love you so much.” She whispered again and he smiled.

“I love you so much.” He responded.

“I can’t wait for the life we’re gonna have together.” She hummed happily and he smiled.

“S’day one and it’s already amazing.” He assured her, “Should we move this to the bed?” He asked softly as he pressed his forehead to hers and she nodded with a smile.

“Yeah. Have some making up to do.” She said and he hummed in agreement with a smile.

The rest of their night was spent like that, dozing off and making love until the morning came. And the next day as well until it was time to get back to reality. They were in a continuous love bubble and it never seemed to burst and now with this new commitment they had made to each other they just knew that it would get better and better. 

**********

Now the newlyweds were just a week from moving and Y/N and Harry had packed up all of their essentials. They’d been able to make some money back by selling some of their stuff. Harry had sold most of the furniture from his apartment to have some extra cash. Y/N had spent the weekend “flipping” her desk and vanity to make ‘em more modern in style and she was able to also make some good money from that as well and from selling some of her clothes and shoes to some thrift stores in the area. A lot of her clothes had sentimental value to her and she wasn’t all that big yet, but already there were some things that she’d struggle to stay in comfortably. And whereas before she wouldn’t mind a little squeeze or pinch to get something on she figured that much compression couldn’t be healthy for the baby. And this is how she managed to get everything she needed into one large suitcase, like Harry.

In truth, Y/N felt a bit sad to see her bedroom at Julie’s so bare…stripped of the essentials…of the things that had made made the bedroom her very own space. It was a perfect, peaceful, and sacred place to her. It was the place where she’d made sad art, happy art, and made love, and so many other wonderful memories. So as she stepped inside after her shower and saw it again she felt a little hurt in her heart and pouted a bit at what she’d be saying goodbye to.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asked from the bed and she shook her head as her eyes glossed over.

“I just…forgot everything was gone.” She said and he pouted with her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my love.”

“It’s alright. Just got nostalgic.” She assured with a small smile before she went to get her pajamas on, which currently consisted of some sweatpants and one of Harry’s hoodies. She was absolutely infatuated with his scent, it was so comforting to her over the last few weeks or so, she felt the need to bask in it. She just needed to feel all wrapped up in it, it even curbed the occasional wave of nausea she’d get.

Harry watched quietly as she got out of her robe and into her clothes. He constantly admired how beautiful she was. Especially as her tummy grew more and more each week, he’s sure other people couldn’t tell the subtle differences week by week but he did. And it made him happy to be able to feel and see it for himself because it meant that their baby was growing just fine. She was 15 weeks along now.

“As of today,” Harry’s voice was suddenly behind her and it startled her a bit because she hadn’t anticipated him at all or to feel his big, warm hands sliding from her hips to hold her bump, “the baby’s the size of an?” He quizzed and she smiled.

“Orange?” She responded softly and he smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Yep. We have a winner!” He confirmed playfully and she snorted out a laugh which made him squeeze her gently as he laughed.

“What did I win?” She asked softly as she turned to face him.

“I didn’t think that far ahead.” He confessed and she giggled, “Any ideas?”

“Ummm…a big fat kiss?” She asked and he smirked.

“Yeah, I can do that.” He hummed as he continued to rub over her little bump as he started to lean in.

“Mmmm, maybe also the lo mein and kung-pao chicken bowl from Great Wall? With the spring rolls and sweet and sour sauce?” She asked with big eyes, he could see her desire swimming in them and he smiled.

“Baby, that’s a lot of sodium.” He chuckled and she huffed.

“Look, not that I’ve been snooping but…I’ve seen the book marks you’ve left in the pregnancy books in the diet sections and I know you’re gonna force me to be a super clean eater soon-” 

“I’m gonna do it with you! I’m sure mum and gran will also be joining us. And it’s not forcing you, it’s just what’s good for the baby.” He reminded and she sighed.

“Yeah, I know. But can this be an England thing please? It’ll be easier then because I didn’t like your fast food to be honest.” She admitted.

“Oh please!” He laughed with a dramatic eye roll, “We went to the chippy a few times a week while we were there!” He reminded.

“Because that was the only good junk food!” She said and he chuckled.

“Fine, fine…eat your American junk while you still can…” he said in surrender.

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t die for Feng’s lo mein with the spicy tofu and veggies.” She said to him and he chuckled.

“Yeah, fine. But the fact that you’re on a first name basis with the chef at this point means you’re eating there too much.” He pointed out with a smile.

“My love, it’s a pregnancy craving…the baby’s basically begging for it and then punishing me when I try and satisfy it with anything else. You can deny me all you want, but you can’t deny the baby. Think of the children.” She pouted at him and he pecked her lips quickly and grinned as he shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re a manipulative little shit.” He said playfully and she laughed, “Get dressed then so we can go.” He hummed as his hands slithered back to her bum.

“Yes, daddy.” She teased and he bit his lip and shook his head at her mischief. He lightly smacked her ass a few times and then he smirked as he saw how much it jiggled in the reflection of the mirror on her closet door.

“Whoa…didn’t know this grew with pregnancy too.” He looked at her with a smirk as he groped her butt now. Kneading his fingers into her cheeks.

“Everything’s gonna grow…unfortunately. You know some people literally grow shoe sizes and never revert back to normal! I like my regular sized feet.” She said and he chuckled.

“I’m sure your feet will be fine, baby.” He reassured with a smile and she huffed.

“They fucking better.” She mumbled before she pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips met gently before they were pulled into a deeper kiss for a few more moments until he felt her skin covered in goosebumps and he broke apart from her.

“Let’s get you dressed so we can get you two fed, then.” He said and she smiled.

“H, I love you.” She said to him, holding eye contact with him and he smiled back at her.

“I love you too, baby.” He responded, “And you too.” He said as he brought his hand up to his mouth and kissed his palm before putting it against her bump with a happy smile.

********

“Got everything?” Julie asked as she came into Y/N’s room and she turned with tear-filled eyes and nodded, “Oh, sweetheart.” She cooed as she hugged her as she wept just a bit. This was it, this was goodbye.

“Please tell me this is the best thing to do.” She whispered to Julie and she pulled back and smiled at her niece.

“Not only is it the best thing, it’s the right thing to do.” She assured her and Y/N smiled, “I know that…maybe things aren’t the way that you imagined they would be at this stage in your life. I’m sure you always envisioned your mom and dad just as happy about your choice of partner, excited for your first baby, present at your wedding…” she said and Y/N nodded with a sniffle, “You don’t deserve for them to just take away their love like that. And I know that having your family is important, but you’re starting a new family, with Harry. Your best friend, the love of your life! And your little family will be full of limitless love and support and so much happiness. You’re going to have a new home and a new place to flourish and grow into the person you were always meant to be! And yes, growing can be painful, but it’s far more painful to be growing in a place where you no longer fit.” She explained gently, “And you, my love, have outgrown this place…the life you had here even. And of course, it doesn’t mean that it wasn’t great or spectacular, but now you’re onto greater and more spectacular things, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She whispered back and Julie smiled.

“I love you so much.” She said before hugging her tight.

“I love you too.” Y/N sniffled. She then shared with her the letters she’d been writing and asked her to please mail them out on her way home and Julie agreed to do so.

On the drive to the airport Harry just let her sit quietly and look around at everything as they made their way down the freeway. She was just taking everything in and while they could always visit, this was no longer going to be her home, so it was still an intense feeling. When he left England he knew that he’d be in LA for at least a few years, but he always intended to go back when things got better for him. He’d only ever considered staying if Y/N had asked him to but she never did though, she knew what his family meant to him, she knew that he was just trying to reacquaint himself with himself. She’d seen him at his absolute lowest point and still managed to love him for everything he was then. She saw everything that he could be and she believed in him and helped him find himself again. Maybe she hadn’t been hurt and broken in the exact same ways he had been, but she was still hurt and broken right now and this was the first step towards healing. He knew it would be hard for her, but he would do the same thing she did for him. Believe in her and love her through all of it and help her see that she deserved the very best.

The drive flew by and the goodbye with Julie was tearful though she’d be joining them soon. They had come extra early just so they could all just hug each other for a few minutes.  They were doing it. They were moving on. And with on final wave Y/N was following Harry into the airport. And after getting through everything, they were sitting in the airplane and she was squeezing his hand tight as they started rolling down the airway. This was it. She turned to Harry with nervous eyes and he just smiled at her and gave her one reassuring nod and she smiled at him, despite her tearful eyes.

“We’re going home.” She said softly and he nodded.

“Yeah, my love. We’re going home.” He smiled.

… FEBRUARY…

Harry had spent his birthday morning quietly because his mum and gran had taken Y/N for a “stroll”, but he knew they were up to something. They were gone by 7:30 and now it was nearing 8:30 and he had just finished making his espresso.

“Happy birthday to you…” he heard from behind him and he turned from the kitchen sink where he’d been washing his espresso pot,“Happy birthday to you…” She sang and he smiled, “Happy birthday dear, husband or Harry…” she giggled, “whichever you prefer…” she sang through her laugh, still in key with the melody of the song and he chuckled along.

“I think husband is the preferred one.” He interrupted and she smirked.

“Happy birthday, dear husbaaaaand…” She sang the part again and he giggled, “Happy birthday to you!” She finished singing as she brought her hands out from behind her back with an envelope and extended it out to him.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” He said to her and she shrugged with a smile, “Is this what…you ladies went out to get?” He raised his voice towards the end and Y/N laughed softly as Anne and Hillary peeked in from around the corner and emerged with a little cake. “No sane person goes for a leisurely stroll in February.” He said to the three of them and they all laughed as well as they came into the kitchen.

“It’s your birthday, of course we had to get you something.” Y/N said with a smile, “Here, open it up.” She insisted, “I promise you’ll like it.” She said with a grin and he chuckled and gripped the envelope. Anne and Hillary were leaning on the kitchen counter, waiting eagerly for him to open his envelope.

“Alright, let’s see.” He said opening it up and chuckled at the card inside. It was a sketch of Jenna from “13 going on 30” in her iconic rainbow dress with the words “Thirty, flirty, and thriving inked across it.”

“Know how much you love a rom-com.” Y/N hummed and he shook his head as he knocked his head back a bit to laugh. He then opened up the card and saw a big message on the right side that said, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!” And he smiled as he skimmed over everyone’s notes quickly before the picture of the sonogram that was tucked inside captivated his attention. It looked newer than the last one they’d had taken and as he glanced over it he saw that the paper had been marked with a sharpie and he swears his entire world paused as he read the words spelled out in the marker, “BTW that’s a willy” and he followed the line that had a little arrow at the end and pointed at said “willy” on the sonogram. “Wait-”

“It’s a boy!” They shouted. Suddenly his sister and brother in law popped out of nowhere with Archie and Ivy and shouted the big news at him along with his mum, gran, and of course, Y/N. He hurried to Y/N and hugged her tight as he laughed with joy.

“You were right.” He said softly as he looked into her bright and excited eyes.

“We were right. Happy birthday, H.” She said softly as she looked into his eyes, they were all glossed over as they met her own and he dipped down to kiss her deeply.

“Thank you, baby. This is the best gift.” He smiled and then turned to his family who flocked over and hugged him as well.

“Thank you for your help.” Y/N said to Anne as Gemma congratulated Harry. 

“Of course, darling.” She hummed and they both glanced over as Harry crouched down and high-fived Archie before hugging him tight. The sight had an added effect on her now that it was confirmed that the little person growing inside of her was also a boy. Harry then pointed over to Y/N and Archie smiled wide and she crouched down as he rushed over to her.

“Hi auntie Y/N.” He greeted her with a bright smile.

“Hey Arch.” She smiled as she opened her arms and hugged him tight, “Told you I’d see you again soon.” She said to him and he just giggled.

“Can we eat the cake now?” He asked and she giggled.

“I think that’s up to your uncle.” Y/N said and Harry smiled.

“Well I say breakfast first and then cake. How’s that?” He asked Archie who just sighed.

“Alright…” he mumbled and Y/N giggled. 

Soon she was properly greeting Gemma, Skye, and Ivy as they congratulated her. Eventually, they were all having breakfast as they chatted and caught up before Skye and Gemma had to head off to work, the kids would be staying with her and Harry for the day.

“What are we doing today, uncle Harry?” Archie asked with an excited smile.

“Do you want to help us find a place to live?” He asked and Archie seemed to light up at that idea.

Y/N and Harry had been back for a little over a week and had been staying with Anne and Hillary while they found their own place. They’d been doing a lot of that over the last week and Harry was also figuring out a work schedule with Eddie. Since Y/N was here on a visa and couldn’t legally work yet she had agreed to help Anne out at her shop or run errands with Hillary when needed. There were a lot of things that she had to get together to even be able to properly function in this new place. It would help speed things along with their marriage certificate, which Julie would be sending as soon as it arrived.

Obviously, things were still falling into place, but they were moving in the right direction. They had been able to see several listings and actually having Ivy and Archie around actually helped them think about how things would look with their own child in the space. And as always, they’d had a great time with them, they were pretty well-behaved kids and were quite fun to be around, but they were exhausted after parading them around all day. Harry had just finished buckling in Ivy’s carseat with her in it and now he was moving on to Archie.

“They weren’t too insane were they?” Gemma asked as Harry transferred a sleeping Archie into Gemma’s car, carseat and all. Y/N bit her lip for a moment as she watched for a second, she forgot how strong he really was sometimes. And then she shook her head in response to Gemma’s question.

“No, not at all. They were helpful if anything.” She assured and Gemma chuckled.

“OK, good.” She grinned, “Were you able to get an appointment with Dr. Livingstone?” She asked of the OB doctor she’d recommended.

“Yeah, for three weeks from now. Thank you for that, I’d been going to the same doctor since I was 18, so I was a bit nervous about having to find someone new.” She explained.

“Of course! And well, if you have questions about anything about being a mum or things to buy let me know. Also, we’ve got plenty of newborn clothes from Ivy and even a couple things that Arch outgrew that we kept for Ivy, like coats and jammies or like those ummm bottom layer things?”

“Like to keep ‘em warm?” Y/N asked and Gemma nodded, “Thermals.”

“Yes, thermals!” She chuckled.

“Well, yeah anything helps. I mean, I don’t think it matters if they’re for boys or girls, all babies look the same for quite a while.” She said with a shrug and Gemma nodded.

“Exactly!” She said and Y/N chuckled, “Well Ivy was a warm weather baby as well, so when you get a bit closer I can just unpack the stuff she’s outgrown so far and you can have a look at anything you might want. We got plenty of gender neutral stuff at the shower.”

“Perfect.” Y/N smiled and they hugged to say goodbye and soon she was saying bye to Harry as well.

“See you on Sunday!” She called before driving off as they waved goodbye from the front of Anne’s house. She smiled as she felt Harry’s arms around her midsection before he kissed the top of her head.

“Think we found the place today?” He asked lowly and she hummed.

“Mmmm…I don’t know. I really liked the last two we saw today but again, I don’t know.” She said as he started to turn them around to head inside. He was walking behind her, still wrapped around her body as he hummed.

“I liked the last one most. The town home-”

“I liked that one too but we can’t necessarily afford that now.” She reasoned. He stopped her and turned her around to face him.

“Baby, what do you think my savings are even for?” He chuckled and she shook her head.

“H, it’s your money. And I thought you said you’d depleted them on your move to LA.” She said and he smiled.

“Our money. Because we’re married now and-”

“Now we are, but when you earned that it was for you, yeah?”

“Yeah, but also to prepare for the future so I wouldn’t have to start from scratch when I got married and had a family. And like…” he sighed, “Yeah, I did deplete those savings a bit, but I had an account that I just left alone here as well. And I don’t mean to sound like a prick, but like…it’s…a pretty substantial amount. And I’m only telling you that because I know it probably shouldn’t bug me, but hearing you talk to Gemma about taking whatever hand-me-downs she has from Archie and Ivy like…” he looked down at their hands and his thumb ran over her wedding band, “I am more than capable of getting new things for the baby. Like I don’t want you to feel like we need to see what we can get our hands on like some charity case.” He said with a frown and Y/N pouted as he said this.

“Baby, look at me for a sec.” She said and he glanced up at her with welled up eyes and she swore her heart broke for him, “I wasn’t accepting that because I don’t think we can afford it or because I don’t think you can’t support our family. S’just that babies grow super fucking fast!” She explained with a small smile as she reached up to stroke his cheek, “I would hate to spend so much money on baby clothes just for them to be grown out of in a month.” She explained, “Like, that’s not a smart use of our money.” She said and he smiled a bit.

“That’s true…”

“And like in terms of where we want to live…I don’t know how long it’ll be before I can properly get hired and like…help you out. I don’t want all of this to fall on you either whether you have the money or not.”

“Well I also don’t want you to feel like you just moved here with me to struggle and be cooped up with my mum for a year or two. Especially if I have the capability of getting us our own place.” He explained, “Like…you literally moved your whole life to another country for me. For us. And I know that you’re gonna be on mum duty for a bit until we get all your paperwork squared away, but I also want you to be comfortable in the meantime.” He explained, “I don’t want you to be in the dodgy part of town all by yourself at our place or just hanging out with my gran all day. Like I want you to feel safe and secure and happy in our space. And like…I kind of want a house. Like…that was my goal.” He said and she smiled.

“I think that’d be great, H. But I just want you to know that I don’t need a house to be happy or to feel safe and at home. I love your gran and your mom, they’re a hoot and I like being with your family, OK? There’s literally no rush. But if you think that a house is the best move and the best investment of your hard-earned money, then perfect.” She said softly and he smiled.

“OK.” He hummed, “I just like…I want the baby to grow up in one place, you know? And when we’re all old and a little batty I want us to have all of our memories in one place.” 

“That does sound really nice…” she said softly and he smiled, “I just want to make sure that you know that I don’t expect everything to just…fall into place and be perfect from the get go. We made a huge move already! Well two actually.” She said and he nodded with a smile, “I trust you and I trust your judgement and I love you.” She said softly and he leaned down to kiss her lips gently.

“When I was driving back from the shop the other day I saw a house for sale kind of between mum’s shop and Gem’s place.”

“Oh, that is a good location. Pretty central.”

“Yeah…I ummm, I went to check it out since they were doing an open showing.” He said and she smiled, “Got the ladies’s number and all in case you want to go see it too?” He asked and she smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it then.” She said and he smiled a bit wider.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, baby.”

“Perfect. I’ll call her right away. Ummm, I just want you to know that I want to take care of you. You took care of me in a strange place and now this is a new place for you and I just want you to know that I fully intend on doing the same for you.” He said and she smiled and soon she started to laugh softly and he pouted a bit, “What?” He asked in confusion.

“I just realized that our baby’s gonna have an accent.” She started laughing a bit harder and he chuckled along.

“Actually he’s gonna ask why you talk funny.” Harry smirked.

“Poor little guy, he’s gonna be so confused. If I’m gonna be with him most of the time he’ll definitely have my American accent for a bit…and then kids’ll make fun of him in school and he’ll have to assimilate to make friends.” She sighed with a small pout and he grinned.

“What if we try super, super hard to have him call you “mom” instead?” He smiled at her and she grinned.

“Please. S’better than ‘mummy’ if I were to be honest…I’m not some dried out old carcass.” She said and he chuckled and rolled his eyes at her really lame joke.

“With jokes that bad you’re lucky you’re so fucking endearing.”

“I try…” she hummed playfully.

“We’re gonna be alright, yeah? I promise you, we’ll be alright.”

“I know, H. I mean it when I said that I trust you.”

“I know you’ll do the best thing for our family.”

“I will my love. I really will.” He promised.

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When Harry and Y/N discovered that the previous owner of the house they were initially interested in had actually…done himself in… after a divorce, they were a bit shocked. Y/N assured him that they could sage the house or something just in case, but Harry immediately declined putting in an offer because although he didn’t believe in ghosts, a marriage went to shit in that house and he didn’t want those bad vibes for them. 

Luckily, they’d found another listing a bit closer to Anne’s shop and that’s the one Harry ended up making an offer on. It was a two story house with 3 bedrooms, two full bathrooms, and then one half bath. The inside of the house wasn’t all that large, but their backyard was spacious, a perfect place for pets and their son to play down the line.

Y/N was 22 weeks along now and Harry was policing after her as they brought their stuff over from Anne’s place. He wanted to make sure nothing was too heavy for her so he had her unpacking the kitchen stuff. She was sure that it was still fine as long as she wasn’t straining herself too much, but she didn’t want to stress Harry out over nothing, also her appointment with the OB Gemma recommended was the following week, just in time for her 5th month. She could properly ask all the questions about what she could and couldn’t do then and well, she was quite excited to see how the baby was coming along. But for now she’d just let him do all the heavy lifting.

“Alright, so this is the last box for the kitchen.” Eddie said and Y/N swirled around from her spot on the counter at the sound of his voice.

“Hi! I didn’t know you were coming to help!” She said putting down the box cutter and hurrying over to help him with the box in his hands.

“Of course! No, no, I’ve got it, it’s a bit heavy.” He said and she moved out of his way as he placed the box down on the empty spot on the counter. He then turned to her and smiled wide. “Look at you!” Eddie said with a soft smile.

“I know…” she hummed.

“Just two years ago you were sitting at a tattoo con trying to sell your art…” he reminisced and she chuckled.

“Yeah…so crazy.” She shook her head as they hugged.

“Are you still drawing though?” Eddie asked.

“Oh yeah! I have lots of free time right now.” She giggled, “Gotta take advantage before I’m drowning in poopy diapers.” She joked and he chuckled.

“Yeah, best of luck with that.” He said and she smiled, “I mean… I know you can’t technically work at the moment but we could sell some of your art designs if you want? Just plop ‘em in with Harry’s stuff if you want?” He asked and she smiled.

“I’ll certainly talk to him about it and see if that’s something to do. I’d have to find a print shop here to get that going again and well, he’d have to pay for it at the moment.” She explained.

“Well, if you go through with it consider me an investor, yeah? There’s a couple people I know who sell prints and whatnot, I can find out if they have any shops they recommend?” He said and she smiled.

“You’re too nice to me, Eddie…” she sighed and he chuckled.

“Just helping out my friends.”

“Well yeah, if you find something from a trusted person I’d definitely reach out. I know Harry’s all in husband/dad mode and I know he wants to take care of everything but I want to help out too, you know? Don’t want him to feel like he’s the only one pulling his weight-”

“Baby, you’re pulling plenty of weight just by being pregnant.” Harry said as he came into the kitchen with a smirk.

“Right, but we’re just talking about possibly selling some of her prints in the shop if she finds a printer. So some income and no heavy lifting required.” Eddie assured and Harry smiled.

“Yeah, no heavy lifting!” She agreed, “We can talk about it later yeah?” She asked him hopefully.

“Course, love. Ummm, I came to bug you because we need to get the mattress into the bedroom.” He smiled at Eddie who just sighed.

“Yeah, alright…” he finally said, “Your gran didn’t want to help? She has’t really done much.” he mumbled jokingly as they walked off and Y/N giggled as she heard Harry telling Eddie to fuck off. 

After a few hours all of the essentials were in and everyone was heading home after they’d shared a meal and Harry and Y/N were left alone in their new home. Obviously it was still a bit bare and they just had the essentials but it was a place of their own. They were both getting ready for bed their master bath had a double vanity and Y/N glanced over to Harry with a big smile and love-struck eyes.

“What?” He giggled as he dropped his toothbrush into the holder and she shrugged.

“Just happy to be here with you.” She said to him. “Thank you for all of this, H. I love the house and I can’t wait to make it our own.” His only response was to take the few steps over to her and hug her tight.

“I’m glad you like it, my love. Gonna have to start thinking about the nursery first I think.” He mused and she nodded.

“Oh, definitely.”

“I have only one request about that.”

“OK?”

“When Gem’s had Arch the whole neutrals fad had started and I think it’s the most boring thing-” she gasped and pulled back.

“Oh my god! Me too!” She exclaimed and he smiled in relief, “The babies need the visual stimulation. The neutrals are ghastly in a nursery…” she said with a head shake and Harry nodded with wide eyes.

“Thank you! Agreed! I gave Gemma so much shit about it…” he recalled with a chuckle, “But as long as we’re on the same page with that…” he said and she nodded.

“We are. We’ll just have to think of like a theme. And we can paint some stuff on it to like make it artsy and more personal?” She asked excitedly and his smile widened.

“Definitely! I’d love to do that with you.” He said softly as he tucked her hair behind her ear. “You know, the more I think about how quickly time’s passing by I ummm…I just feel really sure that we’re gonna do a great job as parents.” He spoke softly.

“I still feel a bit nervous, but it’s mainly about the birthing bit.” She said with a sigh.

“Yeah, I can’t really help you feel better about that.” He said with a small smile and she shook her head with a giggle.

“No help…” she hummed and he just kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be with you the whole time, if that helps.” He chuckled and she shook her head.

“I doubt it will now.” She teased and he chuckled.

“Ouch…” he said and she grinned.

“You asked for it.” She quipped with a playful glint in her eye.

“Suppose so.” He said with a soft smile.

Soon enough they were cuddled up together, as was custom now, one of his hands was on her tummy as he just rubbed over her gently, which actually helped her lotion absorb into her skin better. Suddenly she felt harsher movements in her tummy and Harry started to feel around her belly until his hand was right over where the baby was moving. Soon her hand came over beside his and she gasped as she felt the soft little movements.

“He’s kicking!” She laughed happily.

“Oh my god.” Harry’s voice cracked as every good emotion overwhelmed him in that moment and he just sighed happily as he just transferred all of that joy, awe, happiness, and positivity to his little son swimming around in there and to Y/N, his wife, the love of his life. He felt her giggle happily as her fingers interlocked with his over the movements happening in her tummy.

“Oh…?” she gasped a bit in shock as the baby started to kick a bit harder. Harry pulled the covers away and just knelt over her and exposed her tummy before he kissed the bump a few times.

“Slow down, bud! You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.” He chuckled, his lips grazed against her smooth skin as he spoke, “So you gotta let your mom get some rest.” He hummed and Y/N smiled as her fingers wove into his hair. “We love you so much. We can’t wait to meet you either.” He mumbled against her skin before giving her bump a few more kisses.

He then settled over her carefully and kissed her deeply, their excited smiles ended the kiss. Harry smiled happily before kissing her once more and then cuddling back up to her and for now the baby had done all his moving and so they settled back into bed with huge smiles and hearts bursting with love for their little boy.

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Okay, it was really hard coming up with something for this one cause I genuinely can't remember anything involving ice cream

Something did come to mind though. It's a bit of a stretch, and I'm risking a lot telling this story because there's a twist, but here it goes.

2006, I was a highscooler. Like any highscooler in the mid-2000s, I thought the coolest kid in my school was the ugly ass, six-pack looking ass dude who played the guitar, and my friends all drooled over the cool guys who sat on the exact same spot every day: the bench scribbled all over with stupid shit under the pine tree by the common room.

If anyone here is from Almada and studied in Pragal, I have PICTURES

I also stood out back then because I pierced my nose, wore a bazillion colours and then decided to dye my hair pink shortly after. I went through a vegetarian phase (which didn't last cause I love picanha so much) and a pseudo-hippie one, a pagan one, and a metal one. As one goes.

I had this friend. It was something close to a best friend. The only reason I never claimed her best friend was because she claimed someone else best friend, and I felt it was rude. We talked on MSN every day (lmao) and she was a social person. Mind you, I was super social too, but she had a wild life. We did the tackiest, stupidest shit a teenager can do, like drinking energy drinks and ditching class to read poetry. I am not joking, I was a complete clown.

This story is super convoluted, so I'm going to suppress some details both for the sake of her identity and because it's sincerely long as shit. But from one point on, her life started to get messy. We would be talking on MSN and she's tell me shit like "brb, [friend] just popped over in my house with 32 roses". Or: "oh my god, [same friend] just showed up here with his guitar and singing at my window". Another instance, she started weaving this tale about how the guitarist I had a crush on winked at her at the bus stop (man teenage girls have one braincell). And one ANOTHER instance she wove this really complex tale that made us believe she got drunk, passed out, had sex, and then had urges for mango ice cream (yes, ice cream will be a recurrent topic for some reason) which made us believe she was pregnant.

If you guys are seeing where this is going, it means you're adults. I did not, which meant I was a clown. Rest assured, I'm laughing my ass off as I am typing this.

That's when a new player comes in, who everyone called the Peruvian guy. Yes, because he was Peru.

Peruvian guy was the only one nobody had claimed in the band, except this girl. Until she started coming off with wild claims. It all started with the wildest love story I've ever heard in my life, like not even lifetime comes up with this shit. And unfortunately, only portuguese people will see the level of atrocious in this. Because it all started in a 25th of April Da Weasel concert, inside a crammed TST bus (the 124 OF ALL BUSES) as everything should begin.

These two lovebirds spot each other inside a bus that smells of sweat, vomit and nutsack and thing "damn, we're going to fall in love right now". The Almada main plaza is filled with drunken teens and two stops later they get off. My friend and him decide the best way to discuss the nonexistent relationship is the backdoor of our school, which is a plot hole if I've ever seen one, and he says, with no introduction, that he is madly in love with her. Just like that, going in raw. She is baffled. He repeats himself.

I should remind you that this was all relayed to me by her the following day.

To prove himself, he takes off his shirt, in the middle of the road, and despite being the least busy street in the entirety of the city and 1AM, he, according to her, stops traffic, and bare chested, starts slapping that shit on the concrete screaming I LOVE YOUUUUUUU like some coked up Peruvian Chris Pine. She is still baffled. It is still not enough. So he then grabs her by the shoulders, and SMACKS her against the school gates, which by now are a good 10 meters away, so it must have been a dance. Yes, she showed me the bruises the next day, I need you to remember this detail. And there, in front of a line of enraged drivers that clearly did not exist, he kissed her passionately. I do not think a part of her considered any of this to be assault, I genuinely think she thought this was romantic.

From here on out started the romantic walks by the beach and the gallons of digested ice cream. I mean, gallons. She even showed me receipts. She even relayed back to me his favourite ice cream flavours, where they went together at 9AM and where they sat as they tasted their ice creams together, hand in hand, holding a cone and licking away.

As you have all gathered already, all of this was horseshit.

It started falling apart when I actually befriended Peruvian guy lmfao

Man it was the worst fallout i ever witnessed. Her whole family actually protected this shit, it was wild. We were pretty angry (I mean, I was particularly angry cause these lies were specifically aimed at me, and it turns out only her name was real) and we didn't deal with it the best way, but some of us offered help, but man I lost it when she laughed in my face and said "of course it was all fake". Then again, I was 17 and hormonal, so not the best judgement.

The twist here is that I found her on tumblr again and can safely say she hasn't changed much. From what I've seen, I wouldn't trust much of what she says, but at least she seems more confident in herself. She doesn't come off as an outright pathological liar, and I certainly wouldn't believe shit, but looking back it now it is so fucking funny the lengths through which she went to make up this fake romance, man. Especially because we were teenagers fantasising about these dudes in a band and then my friends and I actually befriended them in our senior year of high school and they were actually pretty cool, chill dudes and the fantasy shattered completely, they were just guys (and the guitarist was a bit of a piece of shit too, and ugly if I'm being honest, but that's my standard today speaking).

But man, I hope to achieve that level of originality. What is so wild to me is that she showed me the bruises, bro. That girl bashed herself against a wall or something to prove a dude had a rough, passionate kiss with her. At least she had help and is better today (though she's not active on tumblr anymore, at least I haven't seen her in the past year or so)

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

Bucky/Jane 56 and 100

WHOO this is late.  Here goes Awful First Meeting + Accidentally Saving the Day

This is an Avengers Tower AU, because it’s what we want and deserve.  Jane works directly with Tony and Bruce in the labs, which takes up most of her time.  In fact, she rarely leaves the lab or her apartment, except occasionally to go grocery shopping.  Bringing Darcy with her means Darcy is in charge of coffee runs, except one rare day when her former intern is the one who has to be forced to stay at home sick.

Thankfully, the Tower has a passable coffee shop on its bottom floor, so Jane doesn’t have to go too far out of her way to sustain the lab’s caffeine addiction.

Everything’s going according to plan, and she makes her way back to the lobby with her goods in tow (one chamomile tea for Bruce, one dirty chai with cinnamon for Tony, and one vanilla latte for her), until...it happens.

What feels like a six foot three block of muscle careens into her face-first, sending her drink tray flying - all over her sweater.  Thankfully, they don’t scald the living hell out of her, but she is uncomfortably sticky, hot, and pissed off beyond belief.

A string of expletives escape her lips, directed mainly at the figure all in black that hasn’t bothered to even move after spilling her drinks onto her.  “Shitdick motherfucking nutsack,” is her personal favorite.

She looks up at him, glaring daggers, and, naturally, asks what the fuck he thinks he’s doing.  He mutters a weak apology, shoves a ten dollar bill into her hands, as if that would pay for three large cafe drinks, and dashes out past security, through the front doors.  Doesn’t ask if she’s okay, doesn’t offer to help her clean up, just runs out.  Like a damn coward.  A damn tall, dark, and handsome coward.

Still.  Coward.  Wretched, drink-spilling coward.

The rest of the day goes relatively normally.  Jane orders a new batch of drinks, tosses her sweater into her locker, and returns to business.  She doesn’t spend too much time thinking about her rude stranger.

Until he crashes through the window and creates the biggest mess of shattered glass, dirt, and alien bodily fluids her lab has ever seen.  The scary part is, while Tony and Bruce purposefully maneuver themselves into suit and Hulk mode, respectively, Jane reflexively straightens, winds up her arm, and hurls her beaker directly at the dark gray, many-armed creature advancing on the Coffee Man.

It explodes directly in the creature’s face, drawing a pained snarl from its gargantuan ugly maw.  The sizzling of the sulfuric acid causes the beast to cry and writhe, before it drops.

Tony collects the body and makes sure that nothing around it corrodes.  Bruce, his Hulk face a little dazed by the quick resolution, bends down to offer a hand to the grumbling Coffee Man, who takes it and gets his feet under him.  He thanks Hulk wearily, and glances over his shoulder at the spaceships blazing by outside.  And then, before they have to spring back into action, he looks at Jane, jaw agape, but still frowning.

“You saved me,” he says, and grabs onto the Hulk’s arm just a moment before they go tumbling out the already broken window to tackle this week’s alien issue.

The Avengers go on alert, Coffee Man helps them fight off the aliens, everybody comes home with minimal damage.  Jane, unsure of what the hell she���s supposed to do (does this mean she gets the day off? or...does she wait for cleanup and then continue working? after Tony gets back, it’s time to review emergency protocols for the lab specifically), heads down to the laundry machines to take care of her sweater.

When heavy footfalls trail in behind her, she’s almost not surprised to see Coffee Man lurking in the doorway, still dirty from the battle.

“You saved me,” he says, evidently still dumbfounded by her little acid incident.

“And you owe me more than ten bucks for three coffees and a soiled sweater.  My favorite sweater, for what it’s worth.”

A slow transformation overtakes the man’s face, and once where his expression was defensive, guarded, an easygoing smile replaces the thin line of his frown.  He’s still tall, dark, and handsome, but a little softer around the edges.

“Would dinner make up for it?”

Jane, on the other hand, doesn’t soften so easily.  “Wherever we’re going, I’m getting the steak.”

[sadstonewrites]

Fractured Psyche Chapter 4

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x OC

Rated M

It was a canister. Barely bigger than a thermos. Lane narrowed their eyes and looked back up at Ajax.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but believe me, it packs a wallop. Fancy scientist bloke by the name of Richards discovered it in deep space, nearly killed him and his entire crew.”

He turned the canister around and the yellow radiation symbol made their heart skip a beat. Hazardous material. Bad shit.

“Cosmic Radiation. You see, it gave Richards and his friends some fancy abilities, but they did it on accident . Imagine what happens when we aim it at you deliberately. We imagine it’ll be roughly around the same as getting over 10,000 chest x-rays at once. And we’re going to do it until something happens, or you die. Whichever comes first.”

Even Wade had gone silent behind the curtain. The steady beeping of machines and the occasional groan from another bed were the only sounds cutting into the silence. They swallowed.  

“You’re going to give me cancer.” It came out as barely above a whisper.

Ajax shrugged while Angel smirked beside him. “That’s certainly a possibility. Another is that your bones melt down, your skin sloughs off-”

“You’re fucking sick.” Lane rasped in a bitter growl.

He leaned in close enough that they could smell his aftershave; the scent made bile rise in their throat. “Our investors are very interested to see what happens. You have a chance at being the new favorite toy.”

“If I live.”

“And if you don’t we can at least use your body for parts. See you in the morning.”

He turned on his heel and left, Angel in tow. Just like that after handing them a death sentence as casually as discussing the weather. Wade coughed, wet and thick, and then fell silent once again. It sounded too far away, and getting farther. Everything seemed to fade into the peripheral, their vision going fuzzy around the edges and narrowing to a pinhole looking up at the ugly concrete ceiling.

“At least they aren’t putting you in a barrel of radioactive spiders.”

Lane blinked, snapping out of their stupor and turning their head towards Wade’s voice behind the curtain. “What?”

“I said, at least they aren’t putting you in a barrel of spiders. Or Hulk jizz, can you imagine how radioactive that stuff is?”

Lane fell silent. From behind the curtain Wade let out a huff. “Don’t imagine it that hard. I know it’s been a while for all of us and this bondage set up gives a person ideas-.”

Lane’s laugh was dry and small, criminally underused in the weeks that had gone without laughter. They couldn’t remember the last time they had laughed, really laughed. Wade could barely make it out over the din of the laboratory.  

“Oh, god, my last thoughts are going to be of the Hulk’s nutsack when I die. I’m calling it now. Fuck you Wilson.”

“You’re Wel-come!” Wade called back in a sing-songy voice that made Lane chuckle.

“Thanks, Wade.”

“No problem. And hey, if this superhero thing doesn’t work out for you, we can at least be cancer buddies.”

“...You have cancer?”

Lane asked without thinking and immediately wished they could take it back.  Wade had never brought up what made him join the program, but Lane had guessed it was some sort of illness. He would have horrible coughing fits and complained how much it hurt to pee; Lane had never asked. Everyone had their own reasons for coming here.

“Oh yeah, the big C. After clitoris, of course.”

“And so you come...here? This isn’t exactly a state of the art facility.” Lane did it again, wincing as they realized the gravity of their words. “Sorry, ignore that. Drugs talking.”

Wade fell silent and Lane worried that they had lost their only friend. They had come to think of Wade as a friend despite never having seen his face or know anything about him other than love for Tex-Mex food. Then again, Lane had revealed even less about themself. This wasn’t a place to pry into personal business when it could be used against you as a form of torture.

“I…I know.” Wade’s voice broke the silence after a long pause. It was quieter, more thoughtful. “I couldn’t...I didn’t want anyone to watch me die.”

Lane bit the inside of their cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. Makes for a pretty cool origin story.” If he was upset, his normal upbeat, borderline sarcastic tone did little to convey it.

Lane snorted. “Cooler than mine.”

“Well, when you become the human version of Chernobyl, maybe you can franchise. Have a team of writers make up a really cool one for you. Dead parents, explosions, the whole sh-bang.”

“If I live.” Lane repeated tonelessly. Jokes about dying were common with Wade’s morbid sense of humor, but this time nobody was laughing. They swallowed, their throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper. There had been certain things Lane had been able to get used to, become accustomed to even - waterboarding, beatings, and getting locked in a freezer to name a few - but this wasn’t a new method of torture. This was a guaranteed death sentence.

“Hey, c’mon don’t talk like that. I’m gonna be right here beside you, and I’ll tell you if you’re dying or not. I’m like one of those cats that can smell death on old people.”

The thought of Wade as a cat made Lane smile, but it was a hollow expression that didn’t quite reach their eyes. “Well, shit, with a power like that, what are you doing here?”

“Like I said. Super Penis. ”

[creaturecarnival]

 Hee hoo. I have not consulted the other mods on whether or not I am going to do this post. I have given them no warning, no heads up, no nothing. This post will be as new to them as it will to you. 

Anyways, I was cruising around the fallout wiki page, and found early concept art for Fallout 76′s famous scorchbeast! The designs here were all done by the extremely talented Katya Gudkina, i’ll link her artstation at the bottom of the post!

Without further ado, heres some sexy (not always) bat boys

apologies in advance, other mods

So here we start out with the closest thing to the vanilla scorchbeast. A huge mutated bat infected with the Scorched Plague Fungus, threatening the world, yada yada. These basically function as Skyrim’s Dragons, attacking you with sonic waves of sound. Y’know, bats. The one thing about this design that I wished transferred into the game is the hellish lava looking fluid it’s leaking. I like to think this goo is glowing and burning because of its sheer radioactivity, giving it the appearance and ouchiness of lava. This is a wonderful design and I’m glad that they chose something so fun.

This is the first image that shows a common theme with these designs, and that is the appearance of being actual demons from hell. Mutations in fallout 76 are more out there and in your face than other games, and the lava goop makes this look like an extra from DOOM II the musical. This is a demon from hell. Given the religious presence in the south, this could be something that could be worked with wonderfully into the game given time, talent, and dedication. Sadly, bethesda aint really got any of those things, so demon bob got a no go.

Now this is a sexy design. This turkey vulture devil beast screams disgusting horror. Having to face off against a huge mutant vulture soaring in the air sounds much funner than what we have now. The long, bristly feathers being negated by stretched skin, sort of like a pterodactyl? Sexy. The inclusion of teeth in the beak is a pet peeve of mine, however it does give off a Skeksis vibe, so i’ll forgive it.

not much more to say about this one, other than the inclusion of dinosaur feet and tail, and a second, gorgeous head. I don’t know if it would look very good translated into a 3D model and animated, but man this design is fun! I sure hope fallout does something with storks or vultures in the future. Also, This thing is canonically called Mr Handsome.

Words cannot describe how angry I am that this was not the final product. All it takes is a mere glance and you can see why. Earwig dragons covered in goo. Need I say more? My favorite by immeasurable amounts. I love the earwig beast. She is my friend. My muse. My lover. I lay away and dream of her. I love this. 

So i am just going to lump these all together into one thing. They all give off the same kind of vibe so I’ll talk about them generally. These are labeled “vultures” and that is the most loaded thing about this art. Vultures? Could they have been smaller, weaker beasts that followed the greater scorchbeast, giving HoddToward69 even more trouble than he does now? The scorchbeast in game are usually paired  with the mutated “scorched.” who look like nutsacks turned into a man and shoved ugly green crystals into their body. (They’re also hostile towards each other which is very very stupid mechanic wise) The designs here are super cool and fun, and give off heavy demon vibes. These are absolutely supposed to look like denizens of hell, and you can’t convince me otherwise.  The question that I have is, if these are mutants....what did they used to be? Bats? Humans? Bugs or....?????? This is the same question I had for the second design up top. What exactly are these supposed to be?? Actual demons from hell? Who knows!

These look like a band of misfit orcs from lord of the rings got into a batch of radioactive goopies. The top left looks way too kind and wise to be the main villain, and I love the nose crest and jutting underbite. Top left looks much like a creature I’d visualize myself as a child. Cunning and weaselly looking. I love the baby bird eyes and warts, but the overbite is a bit goofy. Actually, scratch that. Nothing’s too goofy for fallout. 10/10. This is the closest to what we’ve got now, except we dont have the skull like face or glowing green pustules. Sigh, when will bethesda appreciate true character design? This last one is my least favorite, as it gives off such a different tone from the rest of these designs. It’s too bald and perfect looking to be fallout. However, if I saw this in another context, i’d appreciate it so much more. But to be fair, what’s wrong with experimenting with style? Why stick to one aesthetic? This may not feel fallout, but y’know what? Theres no shame in that. I still love it. The tusks and incisors are super fun and the cropped ears give more to it. It’s not the same as it’s brothers, but it’s still a valid and fun concept. 

So I have no idea what this is supposed to be. Another vulture? Another scorchbeast design? Who knows. I don’t mean to close off this review on such a flat note, but this really just seems like the combination of a scorchbeast and a man. I love the green pustules covered by stretched, inflamed skin, and the tearing in the wing membrane is so nice to look at. This is something with care put into it. I’d say the same with the rest of Katya’s art. I’ve only seen it for like a day, and I’ve got to just express how in love I am with the creativity and funness of it all. Fallout has felt so underdeveloped and flat the last few games, especially in the creature design. Fallout has made some of the coolest beasties i’ve ever seen, and I think Katya breathes new life into the franchise. 

If youre ever in a place with lots of time and wanna see great art, the link is below

https://www.artstation.com/katyagud

(mobile people just google Katya Gudkina Artstation)

(I promise no more fallout until Wastelanders comes out)

[laguera25]

Touch and Geaux?  Oh, Hell, No

I've known about the Cut and Run series for a long time, but never read it because my to-read pile is already longer than my lifespan.  After hearing about the angstfest that was Touch and Geaux, I decided to give it a read.

Everything went swimmingly at first.  I was Team Zane when the truth about Ty's assignment came to light.  What an awful thing, to think, that the man you loved and wanted to marry had been lying the whole time.  Who knows how much of what passed between you was true?  I was wholly unsurprised when Zane went sailing off the wagon, and I didn't blame him when he decided to have a go at rearranging Ty's face.  I'd want that, too, and fuck Ty running, the shitgibbon.

But then...

Trigger Warning for discussion of r*pe and sexual assault

Look, if you think your lover is a lying shitheel who's used you for his own shady ends and want to punt his nutsack into his eyebrows, be my guest, but rape is not okay.  Ever.  And yes, I know Abi swears it was consensual.  Bunk.  Getting hard does not equal consent, and it was loathesomely obvious that Ty let Zane rape him because he thought he deserved it.  Abi may have intended to write dubcon, but what ended up on the page was just a flat-out, dag-nasty rape that was condoned by the text.  All of this was made worse by Zane calling Ty a whore(and not in the dirtybadwrong sexytimes sense, either, but in the most demeaning possible)and patently enjoying the ugly detachment of it.

And I'm supposed to view Zane as the hero?  You've got to be joking.  Ty was wrong for lying and deserved to get dumped.  Zane was a monster.

And yet, they're making tender, urgent love again ten pages later.  Fuck.  You.  That is not how people work, nor should they.  The entire scene made my skin crawl and killed any desire I might have had for Ty and Zane to get the happily ever after.  They did, it seems, and it makes me want to gag.  The Laura marrying her rapist plot on <i>General Hospital</i> has been rightly pilloried as foul romanticization of rape, but apparently, it's totes okay if it's two hot dudes.  Ty just had to pay for his sin by taking a right good fucking, and look what he made poor hurting Zane do.

Brb, going to dip myself in bleach.

[bowsersrighthandwoman]

Venom: so some right nutsack came up to me and was like "lol i bet you ugly af" and i was like bitch where???? and they were like "underneath that mask" and i was like *peels back to reveal a very confused eddie in all his glory*

BITCH WHERE????

[acrownforaking]

Infinity War: First Impressions

Needless to say, my ass will be back in the theatre soon to see Infinity War again -- perhaps several times -- but after one go-through, I’m gonna cover my initial thoughts and feelings about the movie. And hooBOY, I have a lot of them.

****SPOILERS****

The Good

Is this Thanos: The Movie? Yes, yes it is. But that’s not a bad thing. Aside from Josh Brolin’s fantastic performance, the writers really outdid themselves with this one. For a giant, purple nutsack from space, he is remarkably human, with understandable motives, that while incredibly misguided, are almost...noble? I never expected to walk out of Infinity War and find myself grappling with a philosophical struggle over whether the villain was right or not. Besides Loki, most Marvel villains are as generic and comic-booky as expected, but Thanos fucking shined in Infinity War. 

This should have been a mess. For all intents and purposes, Infinity War (MOST AMBITIOUS CROSSOVER EVENT IN HISTORY HER DE HER) was doomed from the start. Juggling five-times the amount of characters of the original Avengers, while creating a followable plot and introducing a new villain. Sure, we’ve been teased Thanos, but we didn’t really know anything about him. We just knew Grimace was coming, and he was gonna get the shinies, goddamnit. But somehow, everyone had a chance to speak and do something relevant, everyone mattered, in some way, and even though the plot was largely fragmented, broken off into several simultaneous stories, there was no confusion. I still can’t get over how something so massive was so cohesive, so streamlined.

Some people have complained about length, but I didn’t register that the movie pushed a three hour run time until I’d left. I was on the edge of my seat, laughing, or crying for the entire run. I was never bored, never wondered when a certain scene would end. I thoroughly enjoyed every second.

The humor was on point. The Russos took a lot of good cues from the Gunns and Taika, because the GOTG/Ragnorak hilarity was there, with the perfect comedic timing and memorable lines. “Thank you, sweet rabbit.” and “I am Steve Rogers!” will stick with me for a long time. Nothing beats Trash Panda, but this came very close.

They picked some unusual pairs for certain stories that turned out really well. 

The dynamic between Thor, Rocket, and Groot was great to watch, and even with Thor rolling with them, had a very distinct GOTG vibe to it. Also surprised by the depth of emotion in that scene between Thor and Rocket (you know the one), but after the tear-jerking brilliance of the Yondu/Rocket scene in GOTG2, I should’ve seen the heartbreak coming. 

Strange and Tony together was also fantastic. They’ve been compared endlessly since Doctor Strange was released, and to have two massive egos butting heads like that was something that I think was long awaited for many fans, and didn’t disappoint -- and it did show that yes, Strange is not a copy paste of Tony in a different universe. Strange remains pretty Machiavellian while Tony sees more intrinsic value in every human life. Even though they had similar “redemption arcs” in their separate movies, the contrast between the two of them was more on display than anything else, and I loved that.

Peter Quill and Thor. Need I say more?

Some of the sweeping space shots were awe-inspiring. I thought that the Valkyrie scene in Ragnorak was peak Marvel beauty, but Infinity War was absolutely gorgeous. 

Red Skull coming back was a really interesting twist.

Those mindless, Resident Evil style monsters that Thanos released in Wakanda were actually scary as shit, and it was a lot more interesting watching the Squad tear into those than say, the Ultron minions, or...basically any other generic evil thing they’ve fought, just because they were so mindless and vicious.

SQUIDWARD. Great small-time villain, and whoever did his voice acting killed it.

Tony and Pepper talking about having kids, the broken-up conversation on the space-ship...oh, it wounds me so...but it was fantastic writing. Grounding for Tony, certainly, reminding us that he’s settled into a pseudo-normal life since Civil War AND HE WANTS LITTLE TONYS AND PEPPERS AND YOU KNOW THAT WHEN HE THOUGHT HE WAS DYING THAT’S ALL HE WAS THINKING OF, HE WAS THINKING, NO, NO, THIS ISN’T RIGHT, PEPPER AND I ARE GONNA HAVE A BABY, WE’RE HAVING A BABY

Bruce really shined and it made me so happy, and I don’t have much to say on the subject other than I’m psyched he got the amount of screen-time that he did. I vastly prefer Bruce to the Hulk, and the comic relief of Bruce basically having Hulk ED was great. 

Yes, the end crushed me, of course. But I appreciated that so much was subverted, tropes, expectations, you name it -- they failed. The heroes failed and the casualties are incalculable. The villain goes home to rest and sit on his laurels while the heroes mourn their dead. How often does that happen in blockbuster cinema? What a breath of fresh air. (I STILL HATE YOU FOR PETER PARKER, MARVEL.)

Speaking of me hating Marvel for Peter: that scene was crushing. I started sobbing, and I heard a lot of crying from around the theatre. Just...”Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good.” ... “No, no, I don’t want to go.” It tore me up inside unlike anything else I’ve ever seen in the MCU.

And so spoke the prophet Ned: “Holy shit, we’re all gonna die!” 

The Bad

While everybody shined at one point or another, there were some characters that were really thrust into the forefront in promos that in reality had very, very few scenes in the movie. Mainly, I’m talking about Bucky. He got a new arm, hugged Steve, swung Rocket around, and then died. I was hoping for more. 

There were a few interactions I was hoping to see but never got. Mainly: Tony and Bucky, Tony and Cap, Shuri and Tony, Shuri and Bucky. But there’s time for that yet, because let’s be real: ain’t none of these motherfuckers staying dead. Except for Loki, Heimdall, and Gamora. RIP.  

While the humor always made me laugh, there were a few misplaced moments that undercut the emotional weight of whatever had just happened. Drax standing there while Gamora asked Peter to kill her if it came down to it is the main thing that stands out in my mind as jarring.

I was a little underwhelmed when I found out that the Soul Gem was on some random planet, but that’s mainly because I was hoping that the “Heimdall has the Soul Gem” theory wasn’t going to be Jossed. 

It seems strange at this point that no one in the films has acknowledged any of the canon introduced in Agents of SHIELD, like the Inhumans, but truthfully, I complain about this because I just want Coulson to be in the films and for the original Avengers to know that he’s still alive.

NO HAWKEYE. AM ANGRY.

The Ugly

Some of the cinematography was...meh. Especially when they were fighting in Wakanda, there was a lot of shaky cam and random cuts that made the action pretty hard to follow. 

Nebula getting ripped apart. Ouch. 

I feel as though Thanos announcing himself by murdering Loki and Heimdall was a great way to establish how dangerous he was (along with beating the shit out of the Hulk) but WOW it was hard to see Loki die like that.

I...I get what they were trying to do with the forge...and, true, it was pretty cool, but holy shit, why did Peter Dinklage need to do that voice. It sounded forced and ridiculous. Any GOT fans remember Tyrion imitating his cousin Orson? That’s what Peter’s character sounded like THE ENTIRE TIME. I couldn’t take him seriously. I get that they were probably trying to distance this character (I can’t remember his name) from Tyrion, but for the love of God, why not just let him do his American voice, then? Or just his Tyrion voice, because most people see Tyrion when they look at him anyway and that can’t be avoided sometimes. 

I’ll probably have even more to say about Infinity War once I’ve digested it a bit, but TL:DR -- this is one of the best films in the MCU. Possibly the best. My expectations were subverted and it was better than I ever dreamed it could be...so if you haven’t seen it, you need to!

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Sneak Peek! Young American

Friends, the last 3 days have been utter chaos at work so I didn't finish the chapter! But here's a sneaky peek to hold you guys over!

Series Masterlist!

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” Rosa asked Y/N quietly with a smile as she tattooed the portrait of her hairless cat onto her forearm and Y/N smiled.

“I don’t know! I’m barely 7 weeks!” She giggled and chuckled.

“Right, but like you don’t have like a feeling?”

“Other than a little morning sickness, not really.” Y/N sniggered and Rosa laughed along quietly. 

“It’s kind of a bummer that you guys are leaving…” she sighed, “But at least I got tattooed by you before you left!” She said and Y/N smiled. She loved that about Rosa, she had a great ability to find the silver lining in things.

“Well it’s not like we won’t come visit and stuff or like you guys can’t visit us.” She said and Rosa smiled.

“True…but still, it won’t be the same without you guys around all the time, but I am happy for you.”

“Thanks, girl.” Y/N smiled up at her.

“How’s the feline nutsack?” Vy asked as she came up and Y/N had to pull her hand away from Rosa as she hunched over and burst intolaughter as Vy chuckled and Rosa scoffed and scolded Vy for her comments on her cat. “I’m sorry, but they’re ugly and I hear they get greasy too.” She said with a disgusted look on her face.

“Everyone does…”

“My dogs don’t.” Vy said and Rosa shook her head. “Anyway, your man sent me over to check on you.” Vy said and Y/N turned to her and giggled.

“For what?”

“To see if you were planning on taking a lunch any time soon?” Vy said and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Oh is it that time already?”

“Yeah, girl!” Vy said with a smile.

“Well can you let him know I’m halfway done, so I’ll just eat after I finish up here.” Y/N smiled and Vy nodded. Not even a minute later she was back and sighed.

“He told me to remind you that you’re eating for two now so…”

“Just don’t go back, Vy. Chill here with us and we can all go to lunch together.” Y/N said and Vy chuckled.

“Sounds like a plan.” She agreed as she pulled her stool over to Y/N’s station.

Harry had been so protective over Y/N and the soon to be baby growing inside of her. Considering his mum and gran were also around, she was living her most stress free life as the three of them and Julie were basically waiting on her hand and foot. It was pretty amusing to her. She was well aware that the first trimester was always the riskiest one and sometimes it just didn’t work out, so despite her excitement, she was trying to remain as emotionally neutral about this as possible for just a few more weeks. Contrary to what she’d told Rosa she did have a feeling about what the little thing inside of her would become. Something about it just…felt like a boy. And every time she’d picture the baby it was a boy, but again, because this was such a delicate stage in the pregnancy she just didn’t want to personify the baby too much as like an internal defense mechanism. She was half listening to Rosa and Vy’s conversation until she had finished up Rosa’s tattoo. Vy helped to wrap her tattoo up while Y/N cleared her station. When they made it into the break room they saw Harry still waiting in the lounge.

“About time! What’re you gonna eat?” Harry immediately asked them and Vy grinned.

“Y/N said she’s in the mood for some top quality sashimi, so I think we’ll go do that.” Vy said and Harry rolled his eyes at her and she giggled.

“Baby, for real don’t worry so much about me. It makes me anxious.” Y/N said to him as she came over to kiss the top of his head.

“M’sorry, I can’t help it.” He huffed.

“It’s OK, my love. I’m being careful, promise.” She assured and he nodded, “Did you eat?”

“Yeah, was just waiting for you to check in on you before I set up for my appointment.”

“Oh OK, well I think we’re just gonna get some tacos from across the street. Just text me if you want me to bring you back anything, OK?”

“Yeah, love.” He assured and she hugged around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head again.

“Love you. Be back soon.” 

“Love you most.” He responded and kissed her hand before allowing Y/N to grab her purse from the locker and Vy and Rosa waved goodbye to him as they left the lounge. 

“He has been so intense…” Vy commented and Y/N nodded.

“I mean, Harry in general is just intense.” She giggled, “But like…he’s wanted this for a really long time so I think he’s just being really protective of the asset.” She said as she gently patted her belly that quite literally just looked like her normal belly, she wasn’t even really showing yet.

“I would be so stressed if someone was hovering over me like that.” Rosa said as they waited at the cross walk and both, Y/N and Vy, glanced to Rosa with incredulous looks and she burst into laughter.

“Girl please, you’d live for the attention.” Vy said what they were all thinking and Rosa shrugged. Y/N would definitely miss this, she’d miss her friends from school and from the shop. 

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Oh. And then I also watched Infinity War. 2 big questions: There's this one bit where one of Thanos' lackeys' hands gets severed by a closing portal conjured by Wong, one of the wizards, right? Yeah. So why doesn't someone just frikkin' do that but with Thanos' hand, that has the gauntlet on?????????? Anyway. Bullet point thoughts, because I'm too tired now - Thanos' henchpeople. Didn't even catch their names because frankly, too many people and too much going on and got whacked right smack bam pow in the middle of A Lot Of Action Immediately upon opening. Also genuinely did not care about them, no time was given to them for backstory or even developing any real character depth, they were only recognisable insofar as their looks, why did they even bother giving them names beyond simply that names are arbitrary. Love how in every review Thanos is noted as being '(Some variation on adjective for) Big. Purple.' and a variation of something ugly or just Something that his skin looks akin to, ranging from *coughs* nutsack to cantaloupe. I personally like to think his skin/chin texture looks like an old wrinkled orange zest. Also how they unanimously refer to him as some sort of Fella. Did not care almost at all for Black Widow appearing, Scarlett Johansson has lost any credibility with me. Captain America is so done and he is so tired of being Cap't and it shows and honestly, that mini-team is the least interesting. War Machine?????? (Thrown in just for good measure, I think.) That whole mobilising Bucky Barnes after his recuperation was Not Good Enough, nor was the reunion with Captain America. Aren't they like, really into each other or something? This was too pass-by. Honestly I don't even care about the characters' relationships with each other but there was literally just about ~0.5% emotional impact in this entire 2 and a half hours long film. Like, wasn't Black Widow and Hulk/Bruce Banner supposed to be such a Thing that literally Thor did the whole singing lullaby shebang to calm Hulk or something in some different film before this? I mean, Thor just watched his brother + his best friend, the only Asgardians left (whether or not Loki calls himself or is originally from Asgard or not) who were literally fleeing their wreck of a home planet as refugees die, and has a whole scene dedicated to his admitting that he now actually no longer has any family left, visibly on the verge of a breakdown and potentially suffering PTSD - and then it's never mentioned again. After like, the first 15 minutes of this film. Dude seriously then that whole scene where Wanda Maximoff destroys this supposed mighty Infinity Stone in her lover's forehead while holding Thanos off single-handedly, only to have that entire thing IMMEDIATELY retconned by Thanos by casually rewinding time with the other Time Infinity Stone ooO0oOoOoOooO0 and then wrenching the stone out of the guy's head, killing him again instantly and brutally while getting what he wants, but this time minus the whole superhuman altruistic sacrifice and whatnot? Way to undercut that entirely. I don't know, maybe it was meant to make it even worse, except it just made it... meaningless. Can I just also note how GODAWFUL that is, seeing as Wanda Maximoff lost her twin brother in yet some other Marvel film that came before this one, and she found it in herself to do the right thing and accede to her lover's last request and destroy him in the process, especially after such a heartrending pronouncement ("You could never hurt me. I only feel you")??? She deserved so much better than that. And so does Thor. And so does the rest of everyone. Where is the emotional impact of characters actually having, you know, interpersonal interactions with all that weight that they've supposedly been building up all these past 18 films or something? And I really didn't feel anything about most anyone dying. Honestly. Like. This entire thing is probably going to somehow be retconned and everyone returned back to life. I don't know if even one of these characters is going to stay dead. I just didn't believe at all that anyone is genuinely going to be lost forever, so no emotional impact there either. Like, yeah, okay, Loki's dead, Gamora's dead, almost all the Guardians of the Galaxy are dead, Peter Quill's dead, T'Challa's dead... nah. I don't buy it. The only moving parts: Groot hurting himself by picking up the fucking absolutely unimaginably hot pieces of the axe and literally fucking amputating his arm to give Thor the handle for said axe; Nebula nearly being pulled apart torturously by her disgusting awful horrendous 'father'; Gamora asking Quill to please kill her should she be captured by Thanos; that bit where Wanda does the whole destroying the love of her life thing... and I really appreciated Rocket's relationship with Thor. Nothing else was good. Emotionally speaking. Except Peter Parker, that one is a genuine cinnamon roll and he is Only All Good. And possibly potentially Strange telling Thanos to spare Stark and then he can have the Time stone, although I'm sure that's more practical than anything else and to do with his vision of the only one outcome where they win. And when Nebula realises Gamora's dead, but that's not even lasting more than a split second or so. Oh, and that fucking Side-Eye that Okoye gave the Hulk was fucking priceless, so brilliant. But seriously, otherwise, I was not once anywhere near as affected as when - god that one scene in Guardians of the Galaxy II (I think it was II?) when Yondu dies. I swear to god that death scene crushed me and I still get emotional when I think about it, whilst for all the deaths in this film it did nothing. So - that's it. The Guardians delivering, as usual, both on the good music front - the bit when they're first shown with that track on? You immediately know who's about to come on screen, and that shot of them panning from member to member and Gamora singing along to such a Quill-chosen track, was awesome, as Quill would put it. Avengers... eh. The bit when T'Challa declares 'Wakanda Forever!' before charging to meet the alien beasts is also Very Good though. Definitely. And yes I did like the Wanda/Vision romance and I especially appreciated the quip he made about staying in bed instead and how lovely they seemed together. They could have, imo, stretched the film out to three hours and gotten away with it, based on the sheer scale of the film and the scope. It's supposed to be a massive crossover throughout an entire universe where characters from more than just two franchises meet. That might have given them a bit more time to actually flesh out the encounters between characters and actually let them have feelings. As it is, the film just moves non-stop from place to place, group to group, one stone to the next stone without letting the audience feel anything at all nor let anything actually sink in, only to stare at the visuals on the screen and try to keep up. It just seems counterproductive to have spent all this time and all these prior films building so much up to this film with all this hype and all these expectations of being an Epic, only to provide a jumble of characters, little to no emotional stakes - honestly half of most everyone is electing to ignore the character deaths completely or disbelieving of their Certified Dead status - and a lot of one-liners that aren't even that memorable being that they're all in a string of one-liners and, in the case of certain characters being thrown together, an endless attempt at one-upping the other in snark. In other words - it's a lot of show, a lot of polish and ostensible style, a lot of bluster, but not a lot of substance. For all the critics who have said this is a good film - is it really? If you're going in just for a summer blockbuster type thing where all you do is sit and watch explosions and things Happening On The Screen, then yeah, sure, it does the job and meets expectations. The script is surprisingly well-juggled for the number of characters involved; it could definitely be more disjointed, and very easily. But for all the critics saying it ends on rather a dark note, or that it's mysterious, or elicits sorrow - sure, it's looking pretty bleak - but I sure wasn't hit hard in the feels, nor did I find it particularly dark, possibly because the film seemed intent on making jokes throughout and never really once allowing a breather to truly feel any losses. It's a filler, in other words. Even the losses tread that tight balance between 'This is awful!' but never quite slips into complete all-out nihilistic end grief. Heck. Even The Punisher series did a hell of a better job of 'dark' and genuine loss than the maybe dozen 'significant' deaths here. That being said, Brolin's performance as Thanos does deserve good mention. For a CGI motion-capture performance, Thanos really emotes, and he is a genuine presence, never coming off as tacky or over-the-top CGI-ed. tldr; Guardians of the Galaxy II > this. Yondu was way more effective as a villain than even Thanos, for all the 'end of the universe' grand plans. Possibly also bc the music was better. Also obv Black Panther > this, but that doesn't really need to be said.

[simayeeet]

Why are all the dogs in DW9 so ugly 

Why do their faces all look like Cao Cao’s crushed nutsack

[lonelyghosts-stuff]

Avengers Endgame-First Time Watching Reaction Play-by-Play (Pt. 2)

Part 1

OH HELL YEA WANDA BABY LETS DO IT

WRECK THIS UGLY RAISIN LOOKING NUTSACK

10/10 entrance

KILL HIM

How is Thanos, with NO STONES, ABLE TO RESIST AGAINST ALL OF THESE GUYS I JUST—okay deep breath

Yea WANDA

SCARLET WITCH BABY

KILL HIM

I wish one of those middles killed Thanos. Cruel irony.

It sure is convenient that this is all happening away from the populace.

Love that Steve calls Peter Queens.

Cool and all, but where did Valkyrie get a Pegasus? We never saw them on Asgard. Or earth... did Loki do something sneaky before dying?

Peter keep the helmet on ya dummy

Groot and rocket reunited

FINALLY

Jeez Marvel a little late, no?

And now of course, despite marvel being OP as hell, Thanos will still provide a struggle against her on a one to one fight...

Aaaaaand here comes the feminism pandering scene... all the female characters together for no logical reason. They were all spread about across the battlefield but then somehow all arrived at the same time and knew where to go because of course. You want real feminism? Show me more of the women side by side the men, holding their own. Not only with each other.

Well crap.

Why is THANKS PUTTING UP SO MUCH OF A STRUGGLE WITH NO STONES AGHHHHHHHHHHHH

EVEN AGAINST CAPTAIN MARVEL COME ON

And what, now that he has the stones, she CAN put up a fight?

One. This is the reality.

Oop, CGI goof. The glove finger clipped through the hand.

How did the stones fall out so easily?

I am inevitable

And I

Am

Iron man

Thank you Tony stark...

Piss off thanos. I wish this death was painful for you. At least it has great dramatic timing for you to sit down.

Rest In Peace Iron Man. Tony Stark.

Peter... oh my... tom Holland you got acting chops.

HE CALLE HIM TONY AGGGHHH

Poor pepper... poor Morgan.

You can rest now Tony...

Aaaand I’m crying again...

Dammit marvel I hate that you cut out the scene of everyone kneeling in respect of Tony... that scene was perfect...

Clint go back to your family.

Parker, GO HUG NED (I’m crying more now)

NED I LOVE YOU

Awwww Cassie and Scott and Hope

I love you 3000

Morgan, your dad is a hero.

Man even Rhodey is crying...

I’m crying again

Oh a wedding scene. Right? Right? Nope.. poor tom Holland...

Give Natasha a funeral too dammit. Did everyone just forget about her? Can’t we just yoink her from another time line? Since you can’t mess up time apparently unless it’s taking an infinity stone I guess... but sure that makes sense.

Even the guardians paying respect when they don’t know him.

Nebula, paying respect to a friend. Sheet a few years ago.

Hey it’s Harley!

And carol.. off on her own.

And nick fury! (Where’s Maria Hill)

Man I wish we could tell Nat we won. Tony has to tell her. I know it. And vision.

Man I love Wanda and Clint. Friends.

And happy and Morgan. “Your dad liked cheeseburgers” CRYING AGAIN

I don’t really like Thor giving over Asgard to Valkyrie but I also do. It’s mixed.

I do ship Valkyrie and Thor tho but I am so glad that they cut out the failed kiss.

“What will you do” join the guardians Asgardians of the Galaxy

Thor better not try to take over quills thunder. Glad nebula is here.

How did Gamora go missing? Like, she was right there in the battle. Unless Tony accidentally snapped her away too. Guess we gotta get the stones back... but don’t worry! I know where there’s a whole drawer full of them! Thanos, eat your heart out.

Oh boy the boys are fighting for alpha male....

Sorry hemsworth, but Pratt has my heart.

Poor Bruce.. you can’t bring back Nat... Bucky hiding his sadness whenever Steve isn’t looking... Steve you idiot... don’t leave. I know you have this chance, but uhhhh STEVE... REMEMBER SHARON? You promised to help her out after she broke the law for you? And Peggy has a life? (Also, for some reason I thought Steve was immortal since the serum but then I remembered it was just the cryogenic freeze)

You left Bucky you bastard.

Bucky knew exactly though.

Dang he’s old. How is he still alive? He was in his hundreds normally. I guess the serum does provide longevity.

Ahhh so this is Tony’s fault lmao

Soooooo did he eventually come back via time travel back to this zone or not? Because if he grew old in THIS time line, then SO MUCH would be different. Museums, news, Sharon would be his niece... so did Steve just grow old here or come back? I’m assuming he came back since that timeline was technically different than this one, however, how did he get back without using the return platform?

Sam, get ready to be the new captain America.

Supportive bucky

Gotta say, I still like the old shield design better

Good old supportive grandpa Steve

NOW STEVE GO HUG BUCKY YOU BASTARD

I wonder why Steve doesn’t want to tell Sam about Peggy?

Okay this ending was cute. Yes Steve deserved happiness, but I still feel confident he would have been able to find it in the present. And did he ever explain to Peggy his situation and if so, how? And what point exactly did he go to? Right after he crashed into the ocean?

What the heck there’s no credit scenes???

Well it’s 2:00AM now so.

[todo-ho-ki]

The hardest part of writing smut is that all scientific names and euphemisms for private parts are yucky

Dick-blah, boring. No zest and no tact but still better than most other terms

Cock-the better of the words to use IMO. Sexier, but lacks elegance

Length-most widely accepted term for pëñíś. Has a bit more class and a gentler approach but still not arousing

Shaft-What is this, a duke Nukem game? The 1970s? So aggressive

Penis-not sexy AT ALL. BORING.

Meat- Bye. Do not interact.

Cunt- I hate it I hate this NO class no zing no air of sexiness only acceptable as an insult

Pussy- eeugh. Not enticing to write in a word document. Not the WORST, but definitely doesn’t do anything for me

Clit-ugly ass bitch ass word. I HATE using it

Button- better, but not by much. DO NOT PRESS

Flower-more gentle and tasteful for sure but we aren’t blushing virgins here are we

Lips- can be a lovely descriptor but still not enticing

G-spot- not cute. Seems too trite. Too proper

Spongy flesh- FUCKING EW. Don’t wanna think of a sponge in my body

Precum-ugly ugly ugly I hate scientific terms this is NOT sexy

Nipple- really just kind of funny

Breasts- is this 1857

Chest-vague, but it gets the job done ig

Boobs- am I seven? Not hot

Titties- I’ve never seen anyone use this word in a smut piece but I think I’d ascend if I did. Hilarious.

Balls- the fucking WORST. BALLS? Gross. Reminds me of sweaty stupid teenagers yelling and cup checking each other. no better word to describe them I suppose. Next option is nutsack and well...

Ass- not terrible, but again, lacks sophistication and there’s no arousing way to put it

Butt- we’re writing smut here