#with his mumma. grinning from ear to fucking ear

[biillys]

and you— you were happy.

[jarofstyles]

since we’re talking abt dadrry… what abt dadrry breeding kink🥸maybe where he wants another baby🥸🥸🥸🥸

This is extremely late... hey... but here is a snippet hehe

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obvious breeding kink warning lol

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"Give me another." The words were panted right into her ear, making her shudder. From behind he filled her over and over with each thrust, laying on the bed so he could get as close as humanly possible.

"Huh?" Her fucked out mind needed clarification, her second orgasm about to fall over the edge. Harry had put their toddler down to nap and dragged her into their room, their precious quiet time disrupted by his needy ways. She never minded.

"Another baby." He whispered. "Let me give you another. Miss seeing you pregnant, miss having a little baby, need to give you more." His words were akin to whines, fucking into her nice and deep. She understood now, his motivation for this position. He had been hinting for a bit but never outright asked- and Y/N wasn't opposed.

"mm'kay." She spread her legs a bit further, allowing him to get deeper, making the both of them moan. Harry was determined, hissing under his breath as he began to go a bit harder.

"Yeah? Gonna let me fuck a baby into you, darling?" He grinned, gently wrapping a hand around her throat. "Just lay here and let me do the hard work. My perfect girl. Gonna give you another baby, gonna knock you up." He slurred, turning her face so he could kiss her hard.

Y/N nodded, inhaling sharply when he released her mouth. Her head bowed further, burying into the pillows as weak little whimpers escaped with the thrusts. This was his job, and she was doing hers. Letting him take her and give her the baby the both wanted.

"Perfect, perfect fuckin' girl. Jus' let me breed you. Cunt's begging for it, gonna give it all my load." removing his hand from her throat he placed it on shoulder, rutting into her. "Such a good mumma... need to give us some more babies to spoil."

[erodasfishtacos]

Curious Gazes

prompt: [CEO!Harry] four times harry has been spotted by employees being very unlike his demeanor at work.

word count: 4.3 k

warnings: harry is an asshole to everyone but is wife and baby.

**** <-- click for visuals throughout the story. ( because i love showing off how dumb rich harry is - i mean he’s a billionaire ffs)

notes: thanks so much for the love on the first part. I will be writing quite a bit for this trope. the next addition will be all smut. love you, enjoy.

PART ONE

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RESERVATION RUN-IN

Harry has over a hundred-thousand full-time employees. He has nearly ten-thousand at his London office at all times. The skyscraper was beautiful with clear glass, a reflective grey tone, and the structure screamed modern. It has eighty-three floors.

So with that being said, Harry does not know even one third of the people who work in the building nor does he want to. He couldn’t pick them out of a line-up if he tried. 

However, having so many employees in the city means his staff members are bound to catch sight of their boss pretty often outside of the office.

Sarah, Lucielle, Jack, and Anya - all from the customer service department of Styles Media and Marketing Inc. - are all out to dinner. They decided to go all out and dish out a hefty amount to eat at Il Nascondiglio Segreto. It was a reservation they had made nearly a month ago.

As they’re enjoying their appetizer, Lucielle nearly chokes on her oyster, “Holy shit. It’s Harry,” She whispers, nodding her head in the direction she was staring with bulging eyes.

They all can’t help but turn subtly, a perfect vantage point from where they’re sat right across the way from the group of employees. Their boss was dressed in a bit more casual - not by much - attire than he’d worn to the office earlier that Friday afternoon.

He had an open blazer with a white, nearly see-through button up. Their eyes nearly jumping out of their skulls when they spot his butterfly tattoo sitting on right below his sternum. Jack’s hawk eyes catch that he has a name in cursive on his left pec. 

Plus his normal tailored suit trousers were replaced with tight skinny jeans that hugged his crotched - making it unmistakable that he was well….endowed. Hair was no longer as styled and curled. Laying more carelessly on his shoulders. ****

But what was the most absurd thing they saw him wearing was a smile. His lips were curled up in a large, white grin that was big enough to cause little wrinkles around his eyes. 

His hand intertwined with his wife’s until they arrived at their table, pulling out her chair for her, landing a soft kiss on her cheek before sitting down in his across from her.

He automatically puts an open palm halfway across the table and his date places her’s right on top of it. Her large engagement ring and wedding band sparkling in the low lighting in the restaurant. They were holding hands over the table.

The group had never actually seen the women they deemed Cruella Deville. They had envisioned his wife with bleach blonde hair, fake tits, and fish lips complimented with botox that made it so her forehead didn’t move.

But they were met with a beautiful, natural one instead. She had gorgeous curled locks trailing down her back, light neutral makeup with normal sized lips, small creases where they should be. 

Her body was natural as well, breasts pushed up in a bra but obviously not manufactured by the way they sat, a bit of a pouch around her midsection - a telltale sign from her recent pregnancy, and a radiant smile to match her husband’s. 

They looked so happy and in love.

She was dressed short, polka-dotted black dress with a pair of simple black shoes. She complimented with with a bright red lip which stood out against the dark fabric. ***

It’s not that they didn’t look like a match - she was absolutely stunning. It just wasn’t who they imagined for the boss they despised ninety percent of the time.

The group can’t keep their eyes off the couple - subtly, of course - for their whole time at the restaurant.

Harry was laughing loudly - different sound than when he laughed without a humor at bumbling, nervous employees.

It was light and higher pitched - but still gravely low; smooth like honey as his wife matches his laughs.

At one point, after their meal arrives - Harry offers her a spoonful of his food, playfully complaining that she took too big of a bite - but then immediately offering her more right after.

When she excused herself to the bathroom, Lucille catches Harry’s sneaky hand reaching out to give her backside a quick grope which earns him a warning glance that has him snickering.

Anya who was in the restroom nearly runs into her, Y/N apologizes instantly, “I’m sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going! Are you alright?”

Anya nods, a bit at a loss of words, talking to Harry Styles' wife, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“I swear I have two left feet,” Y/N jokes, complimenting her dress before disappearing into a stalls. A completely lovely girl.

It’s pathetic but the group lingers around to watch their boss’s full dinner date. It was creepy but they were just so stunned at the man that was sitting by them.

The couples behavior had turned more flirty by this point, Y/N’s eyelashes fluttering at little bit more at her husband, her giggles flowing more often with licks to her lips. 

By the clenched fist on the table, Harry seems to be falling prey to the teasing. 

But when his wife whispers something - that must have been filthy - and leans forward so her cleavage is displayed more, Harry’s pulling out his wallet, pulling an absurd amount of bills out and throwing them carelessly on the table.

Y/N’s eyes are twinkling in victory as her husband stands and helps her out of her chair - ever the gentlemen.

It doesn’t seem very gentlemen like though when his hand comes to the very lowest point on the small of her back -  pushing her into him. He leans down to murmur something into her ear before landing a damp, way too intimate for public kiss to her jaw and then throat.

In turn, she looks up at him with a mischievous tilt of her lip and a challenging raised brow. You could cut their sexual tension with a knife.

Y/N lifts up on her toes to kiss him before grabbing his hand and guiding him out of the establishment quickly - his eyes glued to her bum the whole time.

Jack breaks the bated silence, with a bewildered chortle, “What the fuck was that?”

Sarah sips her wine, “Maybe he has a twin? Like a good twin? And he’s the evil one.”

They all laugh and finish up their desserts. 

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MOTHER’S DAY SHOPPING

Kasey and Tom - from Human Resources - are out for the day. It was a week before Mother’s Day and they were both scrambling for a gift at the shops.

Harrod’s was nearly empty as they had came in a few minutes after the store opened. Kasey had gotten distracted from her mission and was trying on shoes. 

There was a 40% off sale and she wasn’t passing that up.

Tom had wondered off to the electronics department very soon after the first five shoeboxes arrived next to her chair.

“Pink!” Kasey hears a high-pitched baby voice squeal with utter delight. She looks up to see a curly haired toddler pointing at a pair of pink baby shoes.

The little girl had the cutest denim dress on with white stripes ***, white tights on, and white Mary Janes. When Kasey looked closer she realized the Gucci emblem was on the dress - holy shit, she didn’t even know Gucci made baby clothes.

“Daddy, please?” The toddler asks in a sweet, small voice looking to the approaching man who scoops her up in the crook of his elbow.

“Ivy, y’can’t run away from daddy. Do you understand me?” 

Kasey’s eyes widen as she recognizes that deep, raspy voice. It was her boss, Harry Styles, and with his little mini who looked like a cherub angel.

“No run, daddy,” Ivy grins up at him, looking for approval.

The slightly stern look dissipates from his face into a softer, relaxed smile at his daughter’s words. He kept her close against his chest.

“Daddy, please?” She piques up again, pointing at the small shoes on the wall.

“Y’want those shoes?” Harry asks, nodding towards the pink sneakers.

Ivy nods before pointing at the other shoes next to it, “All, please?”

Despite her father not having any manners in the slightest, his daughter seemed to have excellent etiquette.

Harry chuckles, smoothing a stray curl down from her forehead, “Y’want a pair of all these shoes?”

Ivy nods with wide doe eyes and one of her dimples popping in her left cheek. 

“Y’mother’s going to kill me,” Kasey hears Harry mutter before waving a sales associate over.

“Good to see you, Mr. Styles - I’m Tracey. What can I help you with?”

Of course they knew him by name. He was by the looks of it one of their most appreciated customers, figuring he rarely wears the same thing twice.

“Can I please get a pair of all these shoes in a toddler’s size three? And can you please ring them up for me? Thank you,” Harry asks, his voice taking on the executive and firm tone with the associate who nods and turns on her heel.

“Daddy? Kissy?” The girl asks her father, her little palm patting his cheek and she’s puckering her pink lips.

“Yes baby,” Harry obliges, giving her a peck before blowing a raspberry on her cheek. He tugs down her dress that’s ridden up in true parent fashion.

As they’re waiting, Harry continues to talk to his daughter, “Y’know pet, we came here to shop for mumma for mother’s day. Y’always manage to get something out of it, hmm?”

“Mummy?” Ivy squawks, repeating her father’s word. 

“Yes, mummy. I think she’s really going to like the necklace we picked out,” Harry taps at her nose, his eyes just read love and amazement for his little girl.

Kasey was dumbfounded. 

This man had literally stormed into their offices yesterday, frustration seeping into his loud tone as he asked the room of employees if it was a lady's brunch club or a place of employment when he hadn’t gotten a report on his desk at a certain time.

They’d all stuttered and apologized but Harry had already slammed the door of his way out - the doorframe shaking. A nasty email being sent to their inboxes mere minutes later.

“Mr. Styles? We are out of two of the pairs,” The saleswoman appears and tells him, tablet now in hand.

Harry’s voice is calm but he looks her dead in the eye, “Do you not know how to ship them to a house? I don’t have time for this nonsense.”

She begins to apologize, pulling up a page of her tablet, “Your total comes to £6,309.45 for the shoes.”

Kasey’s eyes nearly pop from her head at the total but Harry merely blinks and states, “Charge it to my Amex on file.”

“Would you like me to add on the items you picked up downstairs? That would bring your total to £ 213,088.79. The necklace *** will be shipped within the next two weeks and will need to be signed for at your doorstep by an authorized person of your choosing, they’ll need to provide identification to certify their identity.”

“I need the necklace by next Sunday- it’s my daughter’s Mother’s Day gift to her mum - hence the pink diamonds,” Harry states to the woman like she’s stupid.

Did that woman just say that amount? And did Harry not even bat an eyelash at it. 

Kasey’s brain couldn’t really comprehend it.

“Expedited shipping on this item would be…” Tracey looks down at her tablet and taps a few buttons, “It will be an extra £3,219 for expedited shipping as it’s coming from Swittzerland.” 

Harry is distracted for a moment as Ivy is wriggling until Harry puts her down. Kasey didn’t see that he had a plush doll tucked in between his jeans and belt on his back.

“Baby doll,” Ivy pokes at her father’s thigh, too short to reach her toy. 

Harry tugs it out and hands it to her, “Stay right here, Vee.”

Ivy unceremoniously plops on the ground next to her father’s leather boot while he confirms the purchases and signs off on them.

It was cute - the plush baby doll she was playing with was ratty, worn, and very visibly loved. It seems as if it’s been her favorite toy for a while.

After finishing up with Tracey, Kasey sees him slip her a few bills for her trouble and lugs Ivy back up onto his hip.

“Shake, daddy?” Ivy lisps hopefully, green eyes sparkling up at her father’s. 

Harry lets out a chuckle, “No, baby. It’s only ten in the morning, y’can’t have a milkshake. Let go home, maybe mumma will make us some blueberry pancakes if we give her lots of kisses?”

“Mummy,” Ivy agrees happily, her plush held tightly against her chest.

“She’s going to love your gift, darlin’, even though y’the best gift we’ve ever got,” Harry murmurs lovingly, pressed a warm kiss to his daughter’s cheek.

Tom has wandered back to the shoe department, eyes unfortunately meeting his boss’ right away - widen with surprise.

Harry’s eyes narrow when he finds Tom staring, “Can I help y’mate?”

“Uh-no! Sorry, just, erm, I work for you?” Tom stutters stupidly at his annoyed employer who currently has his toddler trying to pulls his sunglasses off the top of his head.

“Then I’d recommend, if you’d like it to stay that way, you mind your own damn business,” Harry bites out with a warning tone, unnecessarily rude.

Ivy doesn’t seem bothered, delighted when she tugs the shades off his head and attempts to put them on. She begins huffing as she struggles and Harry gently takes them and slides them on for her.

Tom nods, still baffled, and scurries over to Kasey. 

They both glance back when their boss isn’t looking. He hears him murmur softly, “Let’s go see mummy.”

“Pancakes?” Ivy chirps, looking at her dad for confirmation.

“Anythin’ for you, my little love,” Harry agrees, starting to walks to the elevator to the entrance of the store. 

Tom and Kasey look at each other with unexplainable expressions as they watch their asshole of a boss clearly wrapped around a toddler’s finger. 

—-

THE PARK

“Hi! Is anyone sitting here?” Savannah hears from beside her on the park bench. 

She looks up to see a beautiful, young woman looking to be around her age looking at her expectantly. She has a backpack on her shoulders and a curly-haired toddler on her hip.

“Nope! You’re good!” Savannah replies kindly, moving over to make room on the bench for her to sit.

“Awesome, thank you. I’m Y/N and this is Ivy. Say ‘hi’,” Y/N prompts her daughter with a nudge.

Ivy puts on a beaming smile, white little blocky teeth on display, “Hi.”

“I’m Savannah and the little brunette boy in the green shirt is mine - his name’s Flynn.”

“Tell her how old you are, baby,” Y/N smiles, always trying to get her daughter to socialize as much as possible.

“Two!” Ivy giggles before impatiently squirming, “Mummy, play.”

Y/N laughs, “Just as impatient as your father. Go on, stay where mumma can see you, please.”

Ivy nods before speeding off towards the little jungle-gym to automatically start playing with the little group of kids.

“I wish I had their energy,” Y/N sighs, tugging a water bottle out of her backpack. 

Savannah was obsessed with everything gucci - even though she couldn’t afford anything - so when she spots the flashy bag, she can’t help but ask, “Is that a custom Gucci monogram multipack?”***

Y/N takes a sip before answering, “Yeah, my husband gave it to me as a gift on ‘national stay at home mum day’ - which I don’t even think is a real thing. He just knows I’ll chew him out if he buys me things like this without reason.”

They both laugh, Savannah can’t help but glance over the woman a little bit closer. She had a ratty, vintage tee on, plain black leggings, and a pair of black Nikes on - nothing that screamed over the top.

But then she spots the engagement ring *** on her finger. Savannah thought it looked so extravagant it almost looked fake. But the way the faucets reflect so magnificently in the sunshine makes her sure it’s real.

“What was that?” Savannah snaps back, realizing she hadn’t heard what Y/N was saying - too busy deciding how much money she had which wasn’t right when the girl was being so friendly.

“Oh, just - do you know any mum groups around here? I was in a group but all they liked to do was gossip and bitch. And I think Ivy heard the word ‘cunt’ one too many times from them.”

Savannah barks out a laugh, Y/N turns out to be extremely funny and friendly. She has a bit of a foul mouth and a quick wit but is a good listener.

“And so I said to the dude -“ Y/N cuts off when her phone rings, digging it out and answering, “Hi H, yeah. The one with the big purple slide, okay.”

When she hangs up, she tells her new friend, “My husband is stopping by really quick. He has a business dinner later and won’t see Ivy before her bedtime. Or me before my bedtime,” Y/N laughs.

“That’s so nice of him!” Savannah says, knowing her husband enjoyed when everyone was asleep by the time he came home. Would never go out of his way like Y/N’s husband would.

Y/N says with a smile in her eyes, “Yeah, he’s really good to us.”

They continue to chat until they hear a loud engine revving into the car park, Y/N rolls her eyes and mutters, “Of course, he brings the loudest car today.”

A vintage car swings into a spot and Savannah nearly gasps at who exits the car and begins to stride towards them. No one other than her boss. 

The man who had her doing her job by the book and when one hair fell out of place he knew right away. 

The man who she avoided at all cost possibly - taking the stairs so she doesn’t have to be in the elevator with his intimidating presence.

It took her a minute to connect the dots. Y/N was married to Harry? Harry was Ivy’s dad? It through her through a loop - Y/N was just - so nice. 

But it does explain all the gucci and the massive diamond ring. She did happen to work for a fucking billionare. Y/N didn’t come off as a billionaire or a billionaire’s wife.

‘Holy shit, this is wild,’ Savannah thought.

Harry makes his way over to the bench, Y/N standing up to hug him. Harry kisses her softly with a large palm coming to slip under the back of her shirt to rub at her bare back.

Uh - this man was being loving and affectionate? Proving all Savannah's preconceived notions about him wrong. Mostly that he was a robot.

“Hi darlin’, have a good day?” Harry asks his wife, still holding onto her and tugging her into his side - looking to Ivy who was obliviously - playing on the swing.

“Mmm, don’t want you to go tonight,” Yn/Ngroans dramatically, squeaking when Harry playfully pinches her side.

“Tell me and I won’t go,” He murmurs with surprising sincerity against his wife’s cheek, smiling when Ivy lets out a loud, carefree giggle with her new friends.

“Oh! I’m being rude. This is Savannah, Savannah this is my husband Harry,” Y/N introduces the two, unknowing of their connection.

Savannah swallows harshly and gives him a timid wave, “Hello.”

Harry shows no recognition that he knows her but gives her a curt nod and rasps out a “hello.” 

Y/N rolls his eyes at her husband, patting his toned stomach, “He’s always a little crabby after work,” She jokes as he smirks at her - he’s rarely ever crabby with his wife and they both know it.

After work? How about from the time he stepped foot through the lobby doors everyday? He only had one mode at work - crabby.

“It’s ok-“

“Daddy!” A squeal interrupts them, a blur of brunette curls crashing into her father’s legs - full force with excitement.

Harry is bending down and tucking her into his arms for a hug, “Hi baby, y’bein’ so good for mumma?”

His tone had shifted into a low, relaxed drawl that Savannah had never heard. His words are kind and caring towards his daughter.

“Good for mumma,” Ivy parrots her father, dimples popping as she pushes at Harry’s face when he attacks her with kisses.

“You taste so good I could eat yah!” Harry growls playfully, Ivy giggling delightedly at her fathers antics until her cheeks are flushed pink with laughter.

“Swings, daddy,” Ivy motions with green doe eyes. Grass and mud stains the outfit her mother had dressed her in - cute striped overalls with a white tee underneath  *** and little sneakers ****.

“Oh dove, I wish I could. I have to go back to work,” Harry frowns, his thumb coming to caress her sweaty cheekbone.

Her brows furrowed and her full pink lips turned down - Savannah has to contain a laugh by how much she looks like her father with the displeased grimace on her face.

“No, no, Daddy,” Ivy argues adamantly, her eyes brimming with sad tears.

“Vee, c’mon, my love. I’ll be home later,” Harry soothes, starting to rock her from side to side to calm her.

But Ivy is in her terrible twos and doesn’t like the word ‘no.’

Y/N comes up to her husband’s side, tucking a hand into his back pocket to rest. 

“Ivy Elizabeth, we need to let your father go. Come to mummy now, please,” Her mother asks in a soft but firm tone.

“No!” Ivy absolutely shrieks with a awfully high pitch, “No mummy, daddy swings!”

The couple shares a look before Y/N is gathering her backpack on her shoulder, looking back to Savannah, “Hey! Text me, it’s about nap time for this one.”

Savannah agrees and gives them both a wave off as Harry totes his tantruming toddler to a sleek, teal SUV. It takes her a moment to scoff internally - off course it’s a Bentley ***.

And because Savannah can’t help but be nosey she googles the price of the car and quickly locks her screen when she sees the base price is £ 210,000.

Harry is planting little pecks on his daughter’s face and murmuring to her until her tears have dried up and she’s laughing at her dad once again.

After Harry straps her into the car seat and shuts the door, he gently pushes his wife back against it. His body is crowding hers, arm over her shoulder against the car.

The talk for a moment before Harry’s ducking down to pull a few kisses from her lips before she’s giggling and pushing him off.

Savannah couldn’t wait to tell the old women at in her customer relations department tomorrow.

— 

THE GAME

Cassie didn’t mind Harry actually. She made his coffee nearly every morning and she secretly knew he was the one who left those hefty tips.

She’d fumbled over his orders a few times when she’d started and apologized profusely but Harry had just looked up from his phone and said, “S’fine.”

Yeah, that’s not much but compared to some of the horror stories she hears, but she was grateful for another reason.

—-

One day he had found her crying in a empty corridor that he used to walk to his car at the end of his day.

“Y’alright?” Her boss asks gruffly, pausing to look down at her - no clear emotion on his face.

Cassie nods sheepishly, “M’sorry, I’m just really stressed out.”

Harry’s eyes flash a tad darker, “Is Carole giving you trouble?” 

Carole was her manager.

“N-no. I got declined for my school financial aid. If I don’t come up with the money I’ll have to drop out. I-I have a son and I do-don’t have the money to go without help.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, rustling into the inner pocket of his suit and fishing out something - a checkbook.

He clicks the pen and moves his hand quickly across the pad before ripping it out and handing it to her, “Good luck and use the extra on your family. Don’t go spreading it around that I did this.”

Cassie goes to thank him or refuse it but when she looks back up from the check he’s already striding away down the hallway away from her.

She lets out a loud sob as she sees a check written for £150,000 right in front of her.

—

Cassie still works at the Starbucks part-time while attending college with the help of her secretly kind boss.

The extra money she’s stowed away in an education fund for her son after he graduates. 

Anyways, she was at Man U football game that she got invited to with her boyfriend - Jacob. His dad won tickets for box seats from his work in a raffle.

Cassie soon realized that their box was right by the Styles Media and Marketing one. The way they were placed, she could see right into their area.

It was just Harry and a woman in there. 

They were obviously a couple and this was the Cruella Deville. Cassie didn’t refer to her as that as she had a bit of a different perspective of the man.

His wife was sipping on a water bottle and cheering loudly with the rest of the fans. Harry watched her with amusement at her excited behavior, at one point pulling his photo out and snapping a picture of her.

When the exciting bit is over, she seats herself on his lap and wriggles until her back is against his chest - comfortable and cozy.

His large palm comes to cup at her stomach, Cassie now seeing that she is clearly pregnant as he cradles the noticeable bump protectively.

For most of the game, his hand never leaves her belly - rubbing circles with his thumb. His head came to rest on her shoulder to watch the game.

They seem so happy together - giggling and talking animatedly throughout. His wife constantly tilting her head back with her lips puckered requesting kisses that Harry happily supplies each time.

At one point, Cassie witnesses Y/N eat two huge corndogs in a row while her husband watches her with humor in his eye. Then goes on to order her a massive spool of candy floss that he feeds her throughout the game.

It was a late game and it was now in overtime. The clock reads nearly eleven at night. Harry’s wife has dozed off against his shoulder and when he notices he gently rouses her.

As she blinks her eyes open, Harry shucks his jacket of his shoulder and helped her slip it on. They must decide to call it a night because he’s helping her up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and guiding her out of the box.

Cassie never tells anyone that she saw him that night or what he did to help her family.

The End.

Hope you bubbbies enjoyed. Send me requests for this verse. Smut is up next for this trope.

[queenshelby]

A NEW WORLD - PART SEVEN

A QUIET PLACE 2 FANFIC

Pairing: Emmett x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Gore, Death, Murder, Attempted Rape, Aliens, Violence, Movie Spoilers, etc…

***

DAY 758

The journey north towards the sea over the old highway bridge took longer than expected and, when you finally arrived in the nearby seaside town, it was nightfall.

There was no breeze, no rain and everything was quiet as the sun sat over the small cove and you remembered visiting this township in the past with your stepfather and brother.

Charlotte was fast asleep wrapped around you in her carrier and Leanne was guiding the way with her torch as the streetlights in the small township were no longer operational.

It was another two or three kilometres until you would reach the marina and you didn’t quite know what to expect when you would get there.

You passed a pharmacy on the way and, since you were running low on Lucas’s medication, you decided to make a detour, possibly gathering more medical supplies before you would head to the island.

As you stepped inside, you could see that people had visited the township recently. There were fresh blood stains on the wooden floor inside the pharmacy.

You pointed them out to Leanne who indicated to you that you should leave immediately, but you shook your head and went on to search for Lucas’s medication.

Following Lucas’s transplant almost ten years ago, it was important for him to treat his immune system and the medication was important.

It didn’t take you long to locate five packets of the tablets he needed and you quickly placed them into your backpack.

Unexpectantly, when you turned around, you saw Leanne surrounded by three scary looking men carrying guns and knives.

One of the men indicated for you to drop your weapon and you complied without hesitation. Then another one of the men walked over towards you and grabbed you by the shoulder harshly.

Quietly, you tried to plead with the men but they were insistent and made you both follow them.

As you followed them out the door of the pharmacy, you could see Lucas sitting under one of the large oak trees on the street, holding his leg with both hands. He was bleeding profusely from his thigh and his jeans was covered in blood. His mouth was tied up with what appeared to be an old and dirty piece of clothing and his hands were tied together with cable tie.

You starred at him with wide eyes as the men dragged you across the road into what appeared to be an old butcher shop and slaughter house.

First, you were taken through the shop front which smelled horrendously like decomposed meat and flesh and then, at the back of the premises, there were two rooms with concrete walls.

It was obvious to you that these rooms would have been used to slaughter animals in the past and had now been converted into sleeping facilities for these men.

‘If I knew that we would have visitors as pretty as you, I would have cleaned up this pigsty’ one of the men said. ‘Pigsty…you get it?’ he joked, showing you his dirty black teeth.

Your eyes widened as the man approached you and told you that no one could hear you inside these walls. According to him, pigs were slaughtered here and, if anyone would have heard them squeal, no one would have eaten them in the end.

‘Please just let us go’ Leanne pleaded and the men laughed collectively as one of them ran his dirty hands through your hair before taking Charlotte away from you.

‘No! Get your hands of her’ you screamed all while you kicked him and tried to scratch him. But your efforts were futile and the man slapped you across the face harshly.

‘Looks like we will have you first bitch’ the man said as you hit the cold and wet concrete floor. ‘I do like my prey feisty’ he then went on to say all while one of the other men took Leanne and Charlotte outside into the other well insulated room.

‘Ya don’t mind if we take turns Love’ the man grinned while the other man shut the door behind him, leaving you to deal with two of the three predators.

***

As you were taken to the butcher shop, Lucas tried hard to reach for the knife strapped to his lower leg in order to get the cable tie cut off from around his wrists.

His efforts were futile and he stilled as, from further down the street, he noticed two men approach him with their rifles and torches.

The men came closer second by second and Lucas believed that they were with the men who took you, Leanne and Charlotte.

However, when they finally approached him, they appeared to be somewhat confused and one of them kneeled down and removed the dirty cloth from Lucas’s mouth while indicating for Lucas to stay quiet.

The man’s face was covered and Lucas didn’t recognise him. To his surprise, the stranger cut off the cable tie around his wrists and used the cloth, which earlier covered his mouth, to stop the bleeding on his leg.

The other man stood watch and Lucas indicated to the stranger that there were others in the butcher shop across the road.

The man finally pulled down his face covering as he couldn’t clearly understand what Lucas was trying to tell him.

Immediately, as he lowered the fabric covering his face, Lucas’s eyes widened. The bearded stranger was no stranger at all. It was Emmett.

Emmett realised that Lucas had ran into trouble and, without losing any time, he quickly grabbed an old piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket.

‘Y/N?’ Emmett wrote on the paper before handing the paper and pen to Lucas.

‘Men took her’ Lucas wrote quickly while pointing to the old butcher shop across the road.

Emmett immediately sighed and indicated to his friend to come with him, showing him the piece of paper as they went.

Lucas tried to follow Emmett and the stranger but Emmett shook his head, indicating for him to wait.

Not long after Emmett and the other man entered the butcher shop, they found the way out back where you, Leanne and Charlotte were kept.

Briefly and quietly, Emmett looked through the hallway only to see a little girl sit on the cold floor, tears running down her eyes. Then he heard another woman cry, but it wasn’t you. Her voice was much deeper but sounded familiar.

Emmett walked towards the room quietly and soon realised that the woman was his sister Leanne who was struggling against a tall but skinny looking man.

‘Strip or I will rip em off’ the man said harshly just before Emmett’s friend held up a piece of rope he had found in the abandoned premises.

Emmett nodded and his friend walked to the back of the hallway towards the rear entrance of the room where Leanne and Charlotte were held. At the same time, Emmett tried to get the attention of the little girl, seeing that the man inside the room was occupied with his sister.

Charlotte soon noticed Emmett who indicated to her to stay quite and crawl over towards him.

But Charlotte was reluctant and looked back at Leanne until Emmett moved his lips and fingers as if he was about to speak.

‘Look at me’ he said and, again, he caught Charlotte’s attention.

‘That’s it…look at me’ he said again while he held up a chocolate muesli bar from his bag before nodding to his friend, giving him the go ahead.

Just as he did, Emmett’s friend took the rope and pulled it over the man’s head before pulling the man back against the wall.

At the same time Emmett quickly grabbed Charlotte and indicated for her to cover her ears, ensuring that she would not see or hear what was going on behind her.

Leanne immediately ran towards Emmett and Charlotte as her attacker finally took his last breath.

‘Where is Y/N?’ Emmett asked worried and Leanne pointed to the other room. She was still in shock and couldn’t speak nor react to the fact that her brother was standing right in front of her.

Emmett nodded and handed Charlotte over to Leanne before he and his friend made their way to the other room.

***

‘Get the fuck away from me’ you screamed, trying to bite one of the men while kicking the other and, by this point, they hadn’t gotten far with you and were losing their patience.

It was at this moment that you saw a strange man enter the room, going unnoticed by your attackers.

The man was tall with dark black hair and dark skin. He indicated for you to keep doing what you are doing as he walked closer towards you and the attackers.

Then you saw another man enter the room and, despite your situation, your chin dropped as you saw that it was Emmett.

‘Shh’ he indicated with his finger as each of them approached the backs of the attackers before, suddenly, pulling out the strings of rope and going through the same motion as before.

After a struggle of less than two minutes, you watched both of the men take their last breath and you sighed with relief as their lifeless bodies fell to the ground.

With tears running down your face you immediately fell into Emmett’s arms until, suddenly, you looked around you and Charlotte wasn’t there.

‘Where is Charlotte…oh my god…Charlotte’ you panicked.

‘Mumma’ you then heard all of a sudden as both, Leanne and Lucas walked into the cold room with Charlotte clinging on to Leanne’s chest.

You ran over to her immediately and picked her up, kissing her and hugging her before strapping her back into the baby carrier.

Just as you did, you noticed her reaching for Emmett and her small hand took hold of his arm gently.

‘Chocolate’ was all that she said quietly and Emmett couldn’t help but laugh.

‘I tell you what little miss, you can have the chocolate bar when we get to our boat. But you need to be really quiet until we get there, alright?’ Emmett said.

‘Boat to Island?’ Charlotte went on to ask and Emmett nodded.

‘Boat to the island, yes’ Emmett smiled, realising that you already knew about the safe haven on the island.

***

After you covered Charlotte’s eyes you made your way to the marina with Emmett and his friend who had introduced himself as Morgan.

You learned that they were gathering supplies to take back to the island as they ran in to Lucas. Apparently, most of the outcasts in the area had been dealt with and the men who captured you must have been new arrivals to the area.

Not many people knew about the island but, the ones who do, would usually be screened upon arrival and there are always several men and women who keep watch from a tower the community had recently built.

When you finally arrived at the marina it was around 4am and Charlotte was struggling with her sleep pattern. She had been overtired and it you were keeping your fingers crossed that you would make it to the boat without further interference.

Fortunately for you, Charlotte remained quiet throughout the journey and you made it the boat without further problems.

Emmett and Morgan put the supplies into the boat first while Leanne helped Lucas to get on board quietly.

Then Emmett held out his hands and you gave Charlotte to him before you stepped on board yourself.

To your surprise, the boat was motorised and you instantly cringed as you heard the sound of the motor following by the roar of one of the creatures.

‘Boat’ Charlotte said and you quickly indicated for her to be quiet.

‘It’s alright, they can’t swim, watch’ Emmett said as he pointed to one of the creatures trying to get into the water on the side of the shore.

After the boat had turned around and the creature was no longer visible, Emmett removed Charlotte’s blind fold and she instinctively touched his beard with her tiny hands.

‘What’s this?’ she asked using her hands and lips.

‘Beard’ Emmett responded using both, sign language and spoken words.

‘Beard’ she laughed as she kept pulling his hair until, eventually, she remembered that Emmett had promised her chocolate earlier.

While Emmett was steering the boat towards the island, Leanne took Charlotte from him and finally gave her the small chocolate muesli bar she was promised.

‘I didn’t think I would ever see you again Y/N’ Emmett sighed with relief as he was standing next to you. A small tear ran down his face as his blue eyes looked into yours.

‘Me neither until I found these at the old steel factory’ you said just as you took several photographs out of your backpack and handed them to Emmett.

‘Are the boys and Nora on the island?’ you then asked and Emmett’s eyes teared up almost instantly as he took the photographs from you.

‘They didn’t make it Y/N. I couldn’t save them’ he said as he shook his head.

‘Emmett, this is not your fault. None of us could have known’ you said as you gently ran your hand over his arm.

‘What kind of father am I if I cannot protect my own children Y/N’ Emmett sighed and you instinctively kissed his cheek but not in a sensual way but rather in a way a friend or relative would.

‘Don’t Emmett, please don’t do this to yourself’ you said as you gently ran your hand over his shoulder.

‘You don’t get it Y/N. I’ve lost everything. At least you’ve got your brother and now you’ve got a child even’ he said saddened just as you were approaching the island.

‘You didn’t, you’ve got…’ you said but, just before you could finish your sentence, two people from the island jumped on board of the boat, one of which was a rather attractive brunette in her late thirties.

‘Hi Stranger’ she said as she gave Emmett a deep kiss before grabbing some of the supplies and introducing herself to you and the others.

‘I am Nancy…welcome’ she said with a big smile before waving at Charlotte.

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[whoreshijima]

Daddy daichi headcannons

CW// daddy kink, (DD/LG) fem!reader, Smut, choking, breeding, public

SFW

- he loves to carry you. You just have to give him the big puppy eyes you know he loves so much and he’s putty in your hands. Your feet hurt from the hike he’s dragged you on? “Daddy pleeeease carry me back to the car????” And you’re being hoisted up on his back, legs wrapped around his strong waist and nuzzling your face into his hair and shoulder, his broad hands gripping your thighs to keep you safe.

- Spoiling you is H E A V E N to daichi , but we all know Daichi isn’t materialistic. He loves to spoil you in cuddles, embracing you any chance he can. Littering kisses all over your face as you try to concentrate, making you giggle and squeal. This makes Daichis heart explode!!!! Hes smitten for your laugh!!! “Daddy!!! Stop!!!” “No way princess, you’re too cute to stop” he grins and keeps going, knowing you don’t really mean it

-wearing his clothes is the best thing he could ever think of. He basically implodes when he sees you in his t-shirts, the soft fabric engulfing your frame. Or how you pull on his sweats, them being way too long for your legs and hanging off you, but whenever he sees this, he can’t help but stare, a small blush creeping over his cheeks. “Princess, get over here right now” you skip over, head tilted as he scoops you up over his shoulder, squealing “you’re not allowed to be this cute” he looks down at you as you’re thrown onto the couch, engulfing you in snuggles.

-His pet names can be anything he finds cute, ranging from the simple “baby girl” to “popsicle” “angel cake” “poppet”. Anything that sounds sickly sweet or triggers a memory, that is your new nickname. He doesn’t care if you’re in the supermarket, calling to you down the aisle “Hey Chocolate chip, what flavour ice cream do you want?!” He doesn’t care about the looks the public are giving him, raising an eyebrow at you as you smile at the new nickname

NSFW

- MAN IS KING OF COCKWARMING. He loves to have you in his lap as he looks over a case or watches a tv show he’s catching up on. He basks in the way that you whine into his neck, your hips moving slightly “sit still princess” he mutters, kissing your shoulder, his hands roaming your ass, groping and squeezing the soft flesh “daddy” you moan “please!” One of his strong hands comes to grip your face, pushing your cheeks in “shut up, and maybe I’ll bend you over and fuck you hm?” He chuckles at your wide, desperate eyes before focusing back on what he was doing before.

-Daichi secretly ordered you a pretty little pink collar “a pretty collar for a pretty pup” he mutters as he secures if around your throat. Kissing the small heart pendant that hangs gently. It’s engraved with “Daddy’s Pup”. When you’ve been naughty, he attaches the leash that came with it, tugging the leather so you fall in front of him, looking up at him as he holds your chin to make eye contact “bedroom. Now.” He grumbles, letting you stand and walk there, pushing your face into the mattress, tutting as you start to beg “good puppies don’t talk or move. Shut up and take it” he states, pulling your panties to the side. Bonus points if he puts the matching gag he bought into your mouth, making you drool all over yourself

-Any chance your daddy gets to have your thighs around his head, he takes. You’re in the car and begging for his tongue? Well how can he say no to his sweet angel. He pulls over as soon as he can, telling you to “get in the backseat, sweet cheeks” groaning at how quickly you scramble there, spreading your legs for him instantly. “No panties? You dirty dirty girl” he smirks, pulling your legs further apart, running his fingers through your folds “and so wet for daddy too... daddy’s perfect little slut” he mutters as he kisses your thighs, tongue instantly wrapping itself around your clit “daddy! Oh fuck...” you moan, his hand covering your mouth “shhh baby, we can’t have everyone hearing how big of a slut you are”

-Something that gets daichi insanely horny is the way you mewl when he kisses your skin, his teeth gently nipping at the supple surface. Proud of how he can turn it blue and purple, watching how it flowers into something beautiful. His favourite place to mark you up is your chest and thighs, where he can only see them, knowing your skipping around at work or in public with those marks on your skin drives him crazy. “I own you don’t i? These marks are to prove you’re mine. Only mine” he states “only your daddy can mark you up, how about I mark your insides up hm?”

Speaking of marking your insides up; he’s got a massive breeding kink. Filling you up, load after load. He loves having your ankles up by his head, your legs over his shoulders “you take my cock so well baby, gonna fill you up with my babies, fill you up so well” he gets so overwhelmed knowing he’s marking you as his, breeding you with his seed “f-fuck princess, you make daddy feel so good... so so good” he’s basically talking to himself, the deep, rough voice working you towards your own high. “Can’t wait to see you full of my babies, gonna be such a good mumma... fuck” he grunts into your neck as he cums, his hips stuttering into yours for the 3rd time that night, collapsing on top of you, pushing your stomach “so full” he smirks, finally pulling out of you.

HES A GOD AT AFTERCARE. He has water and snacks to hand, making sure you’re hydrated and snacking so you don’t pass out after a specially hard session. He mutters sweet nothings to you as he pulls a sweater over your head “such a good girl... daddy’s pretty girl” he whispers into your ear as he covers your neck in kisses, rubbing his soft thumbs over any marks he left “you’re perfect, I love you so much” he holds you close, constantly checking in on you, making sure you’re okay and in the right mind space. Sometimes he’ll run you a bubble bath, letting you have some alone time, knowing that sometimes the session was so intense you don’t want to be touched. He sits outside the door, waiting for you to get out, sneaking in to help brush your hair and rub your muscles.

Daichi is the best daddy 🥰🥰

[albertasunrise]

Chance - Chapter 7

Summary: Working as an ER doctor, you don’t get much of a chance to meet new men and you’d never imagined that you’d meet your soulmate at work.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut 18+

Pairings: Frankie Morales/ Reader

~

Frankie had never been so nervous in his life. The boys had decided to throw a barbecue to celebrate you and him being together a year and someone was coming that you had yet to meet. It was all part of an elaborate plan that Frankie had started working on a month or so back but now that it was happening he was terrified. Things had been so good lately. You had moved in with him and even received a promotion at work. Things were great and the two of you were unbelievably happy so he really didn't want that to end. The party was starting to heat up as you walked through the front door, Sophie and her girlfriend in tow and as you make your way outside you're greeted with your usual bear hug from Benny before Sophia hobbles into your arms.

‘Hello baby girl, I missed you today.’ You say softly, grinning as she gives you a sloppy kiss on the lips.

‘So this is the famous Doc.’ Comes a voice you’ve never heard and you turn to look at its owner.

There, in the flesh, was a man you’d only ever seen pictures of and heard stories about. He was darker than Frankie, sporting salt and pepper hair that suited him well and a smile that was genuine and warm.

‘And that must make you Pope.’ You reply, allowing him to pull you into a hug ‘I’ve heard a lot about you.’ You finish as you wink at the boys behind him ‘Guys you know Sophie, this is her girlfriend Diana. Diana this is Benny, Will, Frankie, Pope and lastly, this little princess is Sophia.’ You finish as you bounce her in your arms.

‘It’s lovely to meet you all.’ She says shyly, giving them all a wave.

‘Right well food its almost ready. Beer and Wine's in the cooler. Make yourselves at home.’ States Will as he claps his hands and heads back to the grill.

‘How was your day?’ Asks Frankie sweetly as he gives you a kiss, giggling at his daughters protest at him not giving her one too.

‘Yeah wasn’t too bad today.’ You answer ‘Better now I’m here.’

It didn’t take long for everyone to start laughing and joking as conversation flowed. Even Diana relaxed and got involved, getting on particularly well with Benny. As everyone enjoyed themselves it allowed your mind to wander. Ben noticed that you were lost in your thoughts, and he knew what those thoughts were about. You and he had become practically inseparable over the last year, gossiping about anything from work to the girls he picks up at his fights. You’d come to him with something yesterday that you didn’t know what to do about, something that after a few tears and a mild anxiety attack he had talked some sense into you. Everything would be okay. Food was eaten and then everyone settled around the fire pit in the garden, the sun painting the sky in an array of colours as it started to fall.

‘So did you crazy kids get each other presents?’ Asks Benny, wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

‘We said we wouldn’t.’ You reply with a shrug ‘Got you a card though.’ You finish as you look at Frankie.

‘I got you a card too.’ He replies, handing a large envelope to you.

You hand him his and go about opening yours, noting out the corner of your eye that he’s watching you.

‘You going to open yours?’

‘I will in a sec.’ He says excitedly ‘I want to see your face.’

You roll your eyes at him before pulling out the card, giggling at the image on the front. It was a rough sketch of Leiah and Han Solo holding hands, she’s telling him that she loves him and he is saying that famous like ‘I know.’ You open it and a folded sheet of paper falls out which you grab and hold to one side as you read what he wrote, smiling at the soppy words that he tried to hard to make neat. Placing the card down you open the paper and your face scrunches in confusion when you see that it’s a form. You glance at him and he nods at you so you look down at the form again, eyes widening when you realise what it is.

‘You want me to adopt Sophia?’ You ask, eyes locking on his.

‘You’ve been an amazing mum to her the last year, even id that's not what you were trying to be.’ He starts, smiling sweetly at you ‘She calls you Mumma so why not make that official.’

‘Fran-’ You choke as you speak, a shaking hand covering your mouth as you cry tears of complete joy.

‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s completely up to you.’ He states, taking your hand in his ‘No pressure baby.’

‘Of course, I will.’ You manage to say, letting out a happy sob as you smile at him ‘You going to open yours now?’

‘Impatient.’ He says with a wink, poking out his tongue as he opens his envelope.

He chuckles at the image, you being on the same wavelength as him when you’d bought his card.

‘Without me, you’d be Solo... Really?’ He chuckles, rolling his eyes at the cheese as you shrug your shoulders.

‘Open it.’

When he does his eyes grow even wider than yours had. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for him to speak. To say something. You note that everyone else is looking at him with intense curiosity. Everyone but Ben.

‘What is it?’ Asks Pope, chuckling at his friend's expression.

Finally, Frankie looks up at you, his expression hard to read in the low light of the evening.

‘Really?’ He asks, his tone hopeful.

‘Yeah.’

‘Really what??’ Exclaims Will, his tone a little impatient.

‘I’m pregnant.’ You announce, Frankie, turning the card in his hand to reveal the sonogram stuck inside.

He’s on his feet in the blink of an eye, scooping you into his arms and kissing you deeply as he now sobs with joy. Everyone around the fire cheering as the two of you share a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes as you soak one another in.

‘You happy?’ You ask as he lowers back to your feet.

‘Ecstatic.’ He replies, kissing you again ‘Well I guess now is a really good time to do this then.’

‘Do what?’ You ask as you give him a bemused look.

You don’t see his hand reach into his pocket, all you see is him lowering himself down so that he is on one knee and the reality of what’s happening hits you.

‘You are the best thing to happen to me since Fia was born.’ He starts, holding your hand as he struggles to keep his voice from wobbling ‘We have been through hell together. You have had to endure so much, taking care of me and a baby that wasn’t yours when I came out of hospital. You have been so selfless. I knew pretty much from the first conversation we had that you were the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. So will you make me the luckiest man on the planet and marry me?’ He finishes as he reveals a beautiful ring that had been clutched in his hand the whole time.

You can’t speak, you can only nod as he stands up to put the ring on your finger and everyone cheers. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a bruising kiss, the two of you smiling against each other's lips as everyone starts to chant before you tell them to keep it down in case they wake-up Sophia. The party continues well into the early hours of the morning, everyone more or less crashing where they fall and you groan, knowing you’re going to have your hands full the next morning. After you and Frankie are confident that no one's going to choke on their own vomit you check on the baby and then head to bed, both laying on your sides so you can face each other and gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes.

‘Well, that was an eventful anniversary.’ You joke as you give Frankie a warm smile.

‘That it was.’ He chuckles in reply.

‘You sure you’re okay about the baby?’ You ask, your tone a little nervous ‘I mean we’ve only been together a year and-’

‘I am more than sure about us having a baby together.’ He interrupts, cupping your cheek with his large hand ‘How far along are you?’

‘A little over 6 weeks.’ You reply ‘I only found out the day before yesterday. I had a turn at work so they ran some tests and well, turns out you put a bun in my oven. They managed to book me in for a scan yesterday and after talking to Benny about it I thought the sonogram would be a nice way to tell you.’

‘Wait Benny already knew?’ He questions and you nod in reply ‘Should I be worried about how close you two are.’ He jokes, feigning a suspicious look.

‘Absolutely not.’ You reply as you pull him into a kiss, giggling as his hand travels up your oversized sleep shirt to cup your breast.

‘Still can’t believe you told him before me.’ He pouts and you roll your eyes at him.

‘I was kinda having a crisis when I told him.’ You chuckle ‘Was in a complete panic but he somehow knew you’d be excited.’

‘Well...’ He trails off, looking guiltily at you as he darts his tongue out to wet his lower lip ‘I’d kinda told him my plan to propose... and to ask you to adopt Sophia.’ He confessed and you raise your eyebrows as he continues his story ‘I also confessed that I wanted to try and have a baby with you pretty soon after the wedding. If you agreed and wanted to of course. I want it all with your Hermosa. Everything.’

‘Wow...’ You reply, letting out a huff in surprise ‘Well if you don’t fuck me after that speech I’m going to implode.’

He didn’t hesitate to comply, quickly settling between your legs as he kisses you hard and you moan in his mouth as his erection grinds against your bare sex. You rid him of his boxers as he drags two fingers through your folds, grinning at how ready you are for him. There was no need for foreplay, that could come later. Right now you needed him and he needed you and you moan in unison as he pushes inside of you. He starts with a pretty dizzying pace, each thrust perfectly angled and it doesn’t take you long to peak, back arching as your orgasm washes over you. Your moans are like music to his ears, spurring him on as he rests his forehead against yours so he can look deep into your eyes. You gaze back at him, mouth open in a silent scream as he edges you close again and you grab onto his strong shoulders to ground yourself as it hits you, this one dragging him along with you. You remain that way for a while, panting against each other’s lips as you try to calm yourselves, hearts racing beneath the surface of your skin as your minds start to clear.

‘One perk to being pregnant.’ You start, grinning at him as he tilts his head to one side ‘Much more sensitive.’ You finish with a wink, earning a growl from Frankie as he buries his head in the crook of your next.

~

‘Sophie and Diana needed to head out early.’ States Benny as he nurses his coffee ‘Asked me to say goodbye from them.’

‘How’s everyone feeling this morning?’ You ask, chuckling at the groans you receive in reply ‘Bacon sandwiches?’

‘Yes.’ Everyone says together.

Frankie emerges a few minutes later freshly showered, his eyes scanning his hungover friends and chuckling to himself as he spins you around and kisses you sweetly.

‘Morning Fiancé.’ He beams, kissing you again.

‘Good morning Papi.’ You reply, grinning at him as you take his hand and place it on your belly.

‘Oh will you two tone the cute shit down.’ Grumbles Benny as he massages his temples ‘Feeling sick as it is.’ He finishes, giving Frankie the finger when the man flips him off.

~

Chapter 8

[mikkomacko]

OK SO I HAD THIS SAH THOUGHT TODAY AND LORDY I NEEDED TO SHARE IT IF YOU WANTED TO WRITE A BLURB FOR IT CAUSE WOWZA - so maybe after a big win or something h and wifey and friends all decide to celebrate and when they’re about to leave h sees her in a short dress (or whatever, he’s just feeling really cocky so literally anything she wore would turn him on) and try’s to convince her to stay home but she’s like no all your friends are expecting us so they go but he’s attached to her hip (1/2)

(2/2) the entire time and keeps whispering things about what he’s going to do when they get home and at one point he just whispers “daddy needs mommy” or somethiNG LIKE THAT AND WHY DO I PUT MYSELF IN THESE SITUATIONS WOW

(SAH Harry and y/n smutty)

~

"S'not a big big deal darling."

The snort that leaves y/n's throat makes Harry sigh, and the roll of her eyes has him pouting. "You just won district finals Harry, it's a huge deal."

She turns away from the mirror, the skirt of her dress blowing up around her thighs from spinning on her heel, and Harry groans at the sight of her, his bones seeming to ache for her. She's beautiful. She's so beautiful and tonight she'll be with him, she'll be on his arm. She could be on something else of mine, thinks Harry and a little smirk tugs at his lips. He fights it, exaggerating his pout and hunching his shoulders forward as she tip toes towards him.

"I've got something else that's a huge deal right now too."

She giggles at the whine in his voice, eyes twinkling with amusement and Harry knows she sees right through his boyish act. Still, he lets her stand between his thighs in her pretty pink dress, and brush her fingers over his stubbley cheeks. "Yeah, and what's that?"

Harry blinks up at her, letting out a little huff of air that might hint at him being upset. "My cock," he mururms innocently.

Y/n laughs, that cute laugh that shakes her shoulders and scrunches her nose. The laugh that she passed on to Arlo.

"Harry we don't have time for you to be getting boners."

He quickly wraps his arms around her waist before she can tug away, whining loudly as he presses his face into her soft tummy.

"Please?" He presses a hot kiss over the fabric of her dress. "Want to feel it. Want you to feel me all the way in your belly," His hands squeeze her hips tightly. "stretch ya so deep you can't even walk tomorrow. Fuck your-"

"Harry stop!"

He frowns at her decline, tilting his chin up to meet her amused gaze. "Don't wanna stop."

"All of your friends and colleagues are waiting for you at the restaurant and we are not keeping them waiting because you're so full of yourself."

He grunts like a child, huffing and puffing to calm his racing heart and tingling veins as y/n tugs him to his feet. She straightens out his coat and combs his hair out of his face, ignoring his pleading face as she kisses the corner of his mouth. "Don't pout," she instructs, poking her finger into his cheeks and pulling them into a grin. "we'll just eat dinner and thank everyone, and then I promise you can fuck me as deep and as long as you want."

~

Nick and Liam picked the fanciest fucking restaurant in the whole city. Normally, Harry would appreciate that they cared enough about him to pick this place. But he's been hiding his stiffy with his napkin for over an hour and this restaurant is too nice for that. It's also too nice (and too packed) for Harry to have his left hand up his wife's dress but he doesn't stop. Because he can't stop thinking of the way his dick had pulsed at the house when she promised him a good fuck. And technically they've eaten dinner already, and he has thanked the whole group of people that came to celebrate. So he isn't doing anything wrong, even if y/n's nails are digging into his arm warningly. He's just trying to take care of her.

"From the first time I saw Harry, I knew that fucker could fight. Quick and tough you are." Nick smiles proudly at Harry from across the table, sipping his wine. Harry shrugs, wishing he could remember what they were discussing that prompted a compliment but his brain is mushy with the softness of y/n's thigh on his fingertips.

Liam picks up the conversation, him and Nick launching into a story of one of Harry's first training sessions, and Harry's grateful because it gives him the chance to lean into y/n. His knee pushes into hers, pining her thighs shut around his hand as he presses a wet kiss under her ear.

"M'ready to go home darling."

Her nails dig a little further into his skin, enough to make little stings run up his veins. He pinches her thigh in retaliation, smirking when her fingers immediately loosen.

"Don't play games with me, s'my night after all."

She turns him, lips brushing and bats her eyelashes. To any outsider, it'd appear they're just happily fawning over each other. His smirk grows, pushing his fingers higher so he can feel the edge of cotton panties.

"I'm not playing games, I'm just trying to be decent, ya animal."

Harry presses his lips to hers, swallowing the squeak she lets out when he slips two fingers under her underwear and attaches the pads of them to her clit.

"Harry-"

"Let's go home darling." He circles his fingers, dick twitching pathetically when her thighs clench. "Please? Just let me make us feel good."

She's brought her hands up to his neck, fingers burying in his hair and taking out her frustration there by discretely tugging.

"Need to feel ya," he pries one of her hands free, stroking his thumb over the back before bringing it down to his lap under the table. "Daddy needs mumma, please darling."

She strokes her thumb over his hardness, tracing the outline of him and paying extra attention to the head of him. His toes curl in his shoes, fingers momentarily pausing as he soaks in the feeling of her rubbing his tip so tenderly.

Knowing they've been pressed together for too long, y/n pecks his mouth once more and untangles her hands from his hair. Harry grins as she fakes a yawn, nestling her cheek against the bicep that's still subtly flexing under his button-up with the movement of his fingers. She wraps a hand around his forearm, adjusting the other so it appears she's still just holding his hand and not cupping the tent in his trousers.

"Getting tired darling?" Harry asks innocently, loud enough for the group to hear. At his words Nick, Liam, and the two trainers Harry works with all turn to them. Her fingers squeeze his arm as she realizes Harry's getting her off with all of them watching.

"Too much excitement tonight, eh?" Liam grins softly at y/n. Harry feels her nod against his arm. "Cheered ya head off for this one."

Nick laughs in agreement as Liam gestures to Harry, and Harry's insides seem to inflate. Y/n cheering for him, being proud of him, celebrating him, taking his fingers so fucking good under the table all his friends are eating dessert at. God he loves her.

"Maybe I should take ya home then?" Harry murmurs sweetly, kissing the top of her head and slowing his fingers to soft strokes around her sensitive button. "Pamper ya after all this rooting ya did instead of making ya sit here with this lot, huh?"

She nods, humming her agreement. The lads all chuckle fondly at how placid she's gotten, thinking it's sleepiness and not the wetness between her legs.

"Alright then," Harry swiftly removes his hand from her panties, squeezing her knee softly. She does the same to him, giving him a chance to secretly rearrange the bulge in his pants. "better get going 'fore I'm carrying this one home."

He pushes his chair back, rising from the seat and turning to help y/n up. She takes his free hand, meeting his gaze just as he rubs the two fingers that had been between her legs over his lips. She falters, stumbling into Harry with dark, glossy eyes on his lips as his tongue darts out to lick over them.

"Ready darling?" He asks, lifting his eyebrows suggestively and he knows by the tint in her cheeks that she's remembering the words she'd said to him before they left the house. Almost challengingly, he cups her chin in that same hand, two fingers dangerously close to her pink lips. He feels her throat bob as she swallows, and then she's nodding once, softly kissing the fingers next to her lips. Harry's cock throbs, chest shuddering because she's giving him permission to do whatever he wants. By the pout of her lips, it looks like she's even begging for it, begging for him to fuck her like he wanted to earlier, and Harry might forget to say good-bye to everyone before he's ushering her out of the restaurant and into the car.

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His whole body is hot, heart thumping loudly in his naked chest. Y/n is combing her fingers through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp and thighs clenching under his strong hold. Though she's only covering about a fourth of his body, she's everywhere. Her skin under his fingers, her scent lodged in his nose, her body arched above him, her juices on his tongue, and the soft pants of his name reaching his ears despite her legs straddling his head.

He slips his hand further down her thigh, fingers stroking over the swollen bud his nose had previously been bumping. Y/n gasps, hips rolling over his chin and lips, sinking his tongue deeper into her wet heat. His eyes flash open, grunting gruffly at the sight of her.

The hand tangled in his hair blocks his view a bit, but not enough to stop him from seeing her naked chest heavy with gasps or her lips forming his name or the way her eyes keep fluttering. He can't bring himself to remove his mouth from between her thighs so he drops his other hand to her bum, urging her to keep rolling her hips over his tongue like that. She meets his gaze, eyes wet and needy as she gets the message and follows his guidance. Harry, overwhelmed with ecstacy for her, can't stop his hips from jutting up into nothing. A moan catches in his throat, hard cock bouncing on his abdomen. A choked gasps leaves her mouth and before Harry can stop her, she's releasing his hair and reaching behind her for his dick.

Harry whimpers at the feeling of her warm digits wrapping around the head of him. She rolls her hips back, ghosting her hand to the base him and bringing it back up with her hips. Desperately, Harry swaps his tongue and fingers. His ring and middle finger fit between her soaked lips easily, sinking nuckle deep before stopping to stroke the sensitive walls. Tongue first, his mouth latches over her clit with soft suckles and furious flicks of his tongue.

Y/n seems to go hazy above him, shoulders slumping as she moans into the sticky air. Her hand falters on his cock but he doesn't care. He just wants her to come on his tongue, just once, before he fucks her.

Harry pumps his fingers in and out, sinking in a little deeper each time until she's riding his face and twitching on top of him. Her walls tremble around his finger and he knows she's going to come so he forces his eyes open to watch her. He nibbles on her clit, just enough to get a breathy "Harry!" out of her lips as she pulses around his fingers and soaks his chin. Almost animalistic Harry grunts, cock twitching for attention next to her hand that's digging into his thigh.

"O-ok Harry," y/n whimpers, dropping her hand from the headboard to his hair. Harry slips his fingers out of her, immediately catching them in his mouth for a quick cleaning. Y/n squeaks when he pushes his tongue into her pussy, licking up the remainder of her orgasm.

"Harry, please."

He wants to stay between her thighs, tongue making her come over and over again but his dick is painfully hard. Reluctantly, Harry delivers one more peck to her clit and pats her thigh, sucking in a disgustingly fresh breath of air when she falls onto the bed next to him.

"You're a fucking fever dream."

Lazily, Harry lulls his head in reaction to her words. She's laying on her side, watching him with dreamy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"You're one to talk." Harry rolls towards her, moving her with him until her back meets the mattress and he's got her caged under his body. She giggles, left arm coming to rest on his shoulder.

"You're a mess," she wipes at his chin with her other hand, holding her palm in front of his face. "a beautiful mess." Harry smirks, eyes flickering over the slick she'd wiped off his face. He drags the thick of his tongue over her palm, chuckling when she immediately shakes her hand and slaps it to the rumpled sheets beneath them.

"You made a mess," Harry retorts, leaning down to catch her lips. "a beautiful, delicious mess darling." She chuckles bashfully, this time leaning up to kiss him. The fingers that had previously been lying on the sheets come up to his side, ghosting over his hip and the small of his back. He dips his tongue between her lips, grinding his cock over her lower tummy. She gives his tongue a gentle prodding before pulling back with a small smacking noise.

"Condom?" She rubs his side affectionately. "Before you go making a mess all over my belly?"

Harry chuckles, kissing her lips and then her cheek and then her jaw. "Mm the belly I put a baby in?" He reaches over to the nightstand, face still tucked into her neck. "The belly I'm gonna stuff full with my cock again?"

Y/n shivers, hands tensing around his skin. He offers a few more sensual pecks to her sweaty neck, managing to dig out a condom. He pulls back just enough to get the condom open and over his cock, goosebumps rising on his flesh when he drags his hand over himself.

"Hate using a rubber," Harry mutters mostly to himself. "s'not right, letting me feel ya bare and then shoving me back into a bloody condom."

Y/n chuckles, slinging a leg over his hip as he guides himself to her entrance. "Unless you feel like being the real life Cheaper By The Dozen we're keeping the condoms bub."

Harry shrugs, pushing just the head of him beween her legs. "Wouldn't mind baby, 'specially with how fucking horny you get when you're pregnant."

Something like a scoffs sounds in her throat but it's cut off with a deep groan when Harry thrusts all the way into her heat. His toes curl, chest shuddering from the way she squeezes him. As if it were instinct her other leg finds it's way around his hip, pulling him even deeper.

"Fuckin' shit-" Harry grunts, pulling back and ramming forward again. Y/n whines, hands gaining purchase on his shoulders. He presses himself tighter to her, lips attaching to her neck. His hips are relentless, not giving her even a breath of air before they're fucking into her over and over.

"Oh," she strokes over his shoulder lovingly. "fuck Harry."

He groans into her hot skin, using her encouragements as leverage to rut into her harder. The headboard above them thumps into the wall but they ignore it. There's no one here to be considerate of besides them.

Harry lifts his torso enough to slip a hand between them, pressing his palm into her tummy. He rams his cock into her dripping walls, whining pathetically when he feels the head of him under his hand.

"Tha's it, got it right where we want it yeah?" Y/n nods at his words, biting her lip to try and keep her moans at bay. "Nice and deep in your belly."

"So deep Harry,"

Her voice is tight and wrecked, shivering through his body and making him jump forward harder. She gasps, back arching, and Harry can't help but continue that rough thrust.

"Doing so good for daddy," he praises her, pecking her cheek. "just need ya to come on me. Show me how good you are for me darling."

Her limbs tighten around him, swollen lips latching onto his with such fever and need Harry's bones feel like jelly. He meets her kiss with matched urgency, body thrumming as her hot walls clamp around his cock. Y/n trembles and shakes around him, lips falling slack with moans that Harry swallows eagerly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Y/n pets at his hair, and rubs her hand up and down his back as he comes heavily. She mururms praises into the shell of his ear, clinging to him as she shakes and heaves above her.

"You're so good Harry."

He chuckles tiredly, pecking her cheek. "Hafta be good for ya. How else would I keep such a sweet little thing?"

She giggles, flattered yet shy, and continues to rub over his muscles tenderly. Harry settles himself on top of her, head resting on her shoulder.

"Harry?"

He let's out a questioning grunt.

"You gonna fall asleep with your cock in me?"

"I could if ya hadn't made me wear a fucking condom."

She tugs on his hair. "I'm not having the condom fight with you again Harry."

"M'still gonna cry about it and you're still gonna listen because you love me and I won district finals."

"I do love you."

"I know."

[godlydolans]

Hi love can you please continue something borrowed

Here is the thing I was writing for a while. It’s kinda just meh but I’m getting back into the groove of writing again, thank you for being patient with me!

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Once upon a time, Ethan Dolan used to be the heaviest sleeper in the history of heavy sleepers. A raid could be taking place in his room and he still wouldn’t have gotten up. That was one of the many things that changed when he became father to his little princess. Irina had the tendency to come waddling into his room and climb into his bed In the middle of the night, she’d started doing it frequently after Iris passed away. Ethan doesn’t remember how or when exactly, but he’d started picking up the sounds of her tiny feet padding against the floor when she’d come in and sleepily reach out to her, lifting her up and depositing her into his arms where she would sleep peacefully.

That’s why when the sounds of two pairs of tiny feet fluttering about the hardwood floor reached his ears, Ethan’s sleep vanished. He still kept his eyes closed and pretended to sleep, wanting to see what the little hellions would get up to.

“Shhh..” Ethan heard Irina’s voice coming from the left of him. “Don’t make a sound.”

“I’m not.” This was Elijah, whispering in a defensive tone. Ethan had to bite on the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from smiling at his son’s tone. Although he was extremely shy and quiet around Ethan, Elijah still made it clear that he hated being pushed around. He was a smart kid and he didn’t like it when people told him what to do when he so clearly was capable of figuring stuff out himself. He sometimes reminded Ethan of Grayson.

And the rest of the time, Elijah reminded him of Y/N.

Ethan felt the bed dip on his left and very quietly, someone started crawling in his direction. He braced himself for whatever attack his spawn had decided to have in store for him and then, the first hit from the pillow landed on his shoulder.

“Daddy! Good morning!” It was Irina, wishing him a good morning whilst continuing the terror attack of the pillows on her father. Had he said Elijah reminded him of Grayson? Forget that! Right now, his little daughter was displaying major Grayson energy. “Daddy-daddy-daddy!”

One smack for every ‘daddy’ she chanted. Her hits didn’t hurt, they barely felt like a feather, something old Ethan could have easily slept through. But here he groaned, pretending to be waking up as he stretched his arms above his head, rolled to the left and engulfed the little miss in his arms, making her squeal in surprise as she handed flat on his chest.

“Daddy, get uuup!” She protested, pushing against Ethan’s chest that vibrated with his breathy chuckle.

“Good morning, button,” Ethan booped her button nose and landed a quick kiss in her hair. When he turned to his right, he found Elijah quietly standing near the edge of the bed, looking at Ethan and Irina with a small smile, his fingers tangling and detangling themselves from a lone threat hanging from his blue sweater. He blushed when Ethan’s eyes found his.

Ethan’s heart sank a little into his stomach, seeing how his son, his own flesh and blood got so shy and reserved around him, still. Elijah always had so much to talk about with his mother and with Ethan, he was still not completely out of his shell. It hurt, but Ethan knew it was his fault and no one else’s.

Holding Irina against his side, Ethan extended his free arm towards Elijah, making the little boy look at the inviting arm, back at his father before he decided to move his feet and hesitantly place his hand into Ethan’s inviting palm. Ethan lovingly rubbed his thumb against his son’s hand, making Elijah shyly look at Ethan from under his lashes.

“Good morning, bud.” Ethan smiled down at him.

“Good morning, daddy.” Elijah gave him a dimpled smile in return, one hand still fiddling with the ends of his sweater.

“You wanna come cuddle with daddy?”

Elijah simply gave Ethan one nod of his head. Ethan grinned, reaching down and lifting his sweet little boy up by his armpits. Soon, Ethan was happily situated between his beautiful babies. Irina was still nagging him about getting up and brushing his teeth while Elijah was just laying his head quietly on his father’s chest. Ethan had one arm wrapped around each of his babies, the blankets draped over all three of them. He felt so content, he couldn’t take the smile off his face if he tried.

“How long have you guys been up for?” He inquired, making his son lift up his head from Ethan’s chest to look up at him.

“For a loooong time.” Said Irina.

“Mum even gave us baths.” Elijah piped in.

Before Ethan could say anything, Irina was jumping into a sitting position, her enthusiasm radiating off of her radiant smile. “Daddy, touch my hair!” She commanded, grabbing Ethan’s hand and guiding it to her bouncy curls. They looked extra glossy and pretty today for some reason. Upon touching her hair, Ethan concluded it felt softer too. “Y/N washed my hair today! She made it look so pwetty, see?”

The little girl scrunched her curls in her hands and let them go, making them form ringlets as they tumbled down to her shoulders. Ethan couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and happy she looked, deciding then and there that he’d have to take some hair washing lessons from Y/N asap.

“She really did, baby. It smells really nice too!”

“Mummy’s shampoo smells really nice.” Elijah proudly informed Ethan, like he already didn’t know that.

Ethan chuckled, “Oh I know, bud. Your mummy has to always smell like a million bucks.”

Ethan’s thoughts went back to the time when he and Y/N were together. Remembering what her divine scent used to do it him, made him blush red. One glance from her used to make him go weak in the knees and he wouldn’t lie and say she still didn’t have the same affect on him. The only difference was, now he felt ashamed in admitting to that fact even to himself.

Shame and guilt. Two emotions he had gotten to know really well in these five years.

Yes, it had been more than two years since Iris passed but it still didn’t feel right, thinking about someone else. His heart would argue that there had always been a huge chunk of it that had been left at Y/N’s doorstep that night when he’d left her for Iris. That after he’d known what having Y/N felt like, going back to Iris and staying with her had always felt more like duty than anything else, but Iris was still his wife. It was he who had royally fucked all three of their lives because he couldn’t decide who to choose. His heart had stubbornly belonged to Y/N and there had been a part of his brain that always thought of her, so much so that he’d begun to wonder what that part even did before he’d met Y/N , but Iris had fallen pregnant when they least expected her to and Ethan couldn’t go back to Y/N, even though every cell in his body cried for her.

He had felt ashamed of admitting to himself, his true feelings for a woman that wasn’t his wife when Iris was alive and the shame had not left his conscience long after her death.

He wonders if it ever would go away.

“Mumma told us not to wake you.” Elijah’s soft, almost hesitate voice interjected Ethan’s thoughts. Elijah was looking at him with cautious eyes, as if he just remembered something he did that could upset his father. “We did it anyway. Are you mad?”

Ethan immediately shook his head negatively. “Why would I be mad?”

It was Irina who answered the question before Elijah could. “Y/N said you like to sleep in and that we should let you sleep for a little longer-“

“Or you will be cranky all day,” Elijah interrupted in his still small voice.

“But I was missing you so I got Elijah and we came here to wake you.” Then the little girl turned to Elijah and went, “Don’t worry, Elijah, daddy doesn’t get mad with me for waking him up. I do it all the time when I’m having bad dreams, right Daddy?”

Ethan gave his daughter a close lipped smile and kissed the top of her head. “Right baby.” Ethan watched how Elijah watched him kiss Irina, and he squeezed him closer to his side, “and besides, there’s nothing better than waking up to my beautiful children’s faces.”

Those words brought a genuine smile to Elijah’s face and the sight made Ethan’s heart squeeze in his chest. His son was the spitting image of him. When he smiled, Ethan saw himself in him. But there were things he did that were undoubtedly Y/N.

He was an early bird just like his mama. He loved to draw and colour like her and just like Y/N, Elijah also bit his bottom lip and furrowed his thick eyebrows when he was concentrating hard on something. He had Y/N’s dimpled chin and he had thankfully inherited his mother’s talent of singing. The night before, when he had sung a few Christmas carols upon various requests from Ethan and everyone else, Elijah had blown everyone away with his angelic voice and his ability to hold a tune. Ethan wouldn’t lie, he had tears in his eyes by the time his son had finished singing Mary’s Boy Child while Grayson had played the Piano.

“Who taught you to sing, darling?” Ethan’s mother had inquired, smiling proudly at her grandson.

Elijah had blushed and whispered quietly, “My mummy sings around the house. I sing with her all the time.”

“Did she teach you the carols?”

Elijah had just nodded. Two minutes later, he had come to Ethan and told him he was missing his mummy and that he wanted to go home. “She must be missing me.”

Ethan had agreed right away and Elijah had gone around, hugging his aunt and uncle goodbye, earning two kisses on his cheek from Grayson who clearly wasn’t ready yet to let his precious nephew go. Lisa had come up behind Ethan, “That boy is a spitting image of you.”

Ethan had flashed her a proud smile, “Thank god he doesn’t get his singing skills from me.”

Lisa had laughed, patting her eldest son on the back, “You can teach him how to play the drums.”

“I think he’s more interested in learning the Piano from Gray, instead.”

Before Lisa could say anything else, Irina had come bouncing over, looking glum. “Daddy, why are you taking Eli back? Can’t he stay with us tonight?”

“Baby, he misses his mom. She is all alone on Christmas Day, she must be missing him too, don’t you think?” Ethan had tried consoling his upset daughter.

“Then why don’t you go and bring her here too? Grandma is here, uncle and auntie are here too. We will all be together then.” His daughter had looked so innocent giving him her idea, thinking she had come up with a master play to make everyone happy. If only it was that easy to get Y/N to celebrate with his family. Ethan had asked and had been shot down immediately. Y/N had told him she would have Elijah ready by 10 am and that Ethan could come pick him up then.

“You’ll be alone on Christmas.” Ethan had said.

Y/N had just shrugged, “I don’t mind being alone.”

Ethan really wished he could change that.

[hardforbenhardy]

the perfect christmas | rogerxreader

summary: you had your first christmas as a family all planned out. that was until roger had some bad news

warnings: fluff, sexual implications but no smut

word count: 3.4k

this was supposed to be cute, but it turned a little away from the christmas topic, but it’s still fluffy and set at christmas time :)

“I’m really sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you and Rosie but there’s no chance of us making it back in time for Christmas day; all the flights are cancelled”

You were still pondering over Rogers words from your earlier call. This was supposed to be your first christmas as a family where you would be home and together; just you, Roger and Rosalie. None of your parents, none of Rogers parents, none of the band mates; it was a day to yourselves. And now Roger, along with Freddie Brian and John, is stuck somewhere across the world on Christmas Eve. With no chance of making it back. Of course it didn’t really matter, you could still spend the day with your 4 year old daughter; opening presents; building snowmen; making snow angels; building gingerbread houses and eating takeaway (considering Roger was meant to be cooking Christmas dinner for the three of you). You just knew it wouldn’t be the same without Roger. And you knew it was almost Rosalie's bedtime, so you would have to break the news to her in roughly 5 minutes.

“Rosie, come and brush your teeth! Then we can put out the snacks for Santa!” You shouted into the living room, where you knew you would find the small girl nestled up on the sofa, cuddling her teddy bear with a blanket wrapped around her fragile frame, watching her father’s favourite Christmas movie ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’. You heard the patters of her tiny feet against the hardwood floors as she paced to catch up to you, her blanket trailing against the floor behind her.

“Mumma, when will dadda be home?” she asked, her soft voice making your heart break as you knew you would have to break the news to her. You lifted her up onto the counter beside the sink, and kissed her lightly on the cheek, making her chuckle lightly from the tickling sensation.

“Hun, I’m afraid daddy won’t be home until after new years; all the flights over have been cancelled and he can’t get back in time. But I promise we can call him on the telephone tomorrow and speak to him?” you gently suggested, watching your daughters face fall from a wide smile to a heartbroken frown in the matter of a second. She nodded somberly, agreeing with the best option of contacting Roger on the day. “I’m really sorry darling, I miss him a lot too but you know he would be straight home as soon as he could be if it were possible. Now, let’s get your teeth brushed, into your jammies and you can settle down so that Santa can come and bring your presents?”

Rosalie was surprisingly difficult to settle down compared to how she usually behaved. She refused to open her mouth when you went to brush her teeth; kicked you away when you tried to pull her pajamas onto her body; screaming whenever you tried to even touch her hair with a hairbrush; spilling the milk on the counter on purpose when she went to pour a glass to leave for Santa, and pushing away the mince pie you offered for her to add to the plate; and finally jumping around on her bed instead of laying down no matter how many times you told her to. You were completely certain she had obtained her defiancy and rebelling nature from her father, learning to only get the way she wanted. When she had finally worn herself out, falling asleep on the bed after you had to somehow compromise to wake up super early, you were able to admire the fact she had also obtained his appearance completely; she had his piercing blue eyes, which always glistened in the light; she had his scraggly blonde locks, though hers were slightly more curled; even his mischievous grin for when she wanted to get her way. She was the female-version of your husband, which you found rather funny as you wondered if she even got any of your DNA at all or whether you had just carried her for 9 months to then pop out a clone of your husband. That did not stop you from loving her though, in fact it made you love her even more. Parenting was not as easy as people made it out to be, but you had managed with Roger by your side the whole way, as he was surprisingly talented at it; the young girl absolutely loved him. You pinned her bad behaviour on the fact that she hadn’t seen her father for 3 weeks straight and now had to wait another whole week before she could see him again. This was the longest time she had to go without seeing him, and now she had to miss Christmas with him also so she was not happy.

After dealing with the whole present situation, setting them out and eating the food Rosalie had left out for ‘santa’, you lay yourself down in bed; absolutely exhausted. The young girl had a capability to wear you out that you didn’t even knew was possible, and you were certain you could nod off in the next 5 minutes if you weren’t still mulling over the phone call. Not seeing your husband for 3 weeks was taking a toll on both your emotional and physical needs; and now you had to wait even longer, so you were admittedly getting just as impatient as your daughter right now, in every sense of the word. So, of course, you found yourself lay there unable to fall asleep for the next few hours. You preoccupied yourself with reading a book on astrophysics that Brian had lent you after you took up an interest in it, much to Roger’s distaste; that was before your daughter ran into your room and pounced onto your stomach like a tiger, causing you to let out a loud groan from the sudden contact. You grew rather irritated rather quickly that your daughter was now wide awake, crawling on your body, whisper-yelling “Mumma” over and over.

“Rosie, what are you doing? Go and get back in bed now, otherwise Santa isn’t going to visit, is he?” you sternly whispered, pointing to the exit from your bedroom, and yawning loudly. You saw excitement on the girls face, when you expected to see sadness to the fact you were telling her off; meaning you became very confused at the wide smile plastered on your daughters face. She was really getting on your nerves.

“But mumma, Santa’s alweady here! I heard him downstairs!” she gushed, though you couldn’t feel happy at all. Your eyes shot open at her words, finding yourself rather speechless as you tried to comprehend what she was saying. Was someone in your living room?

“Right, you stay here hunny and don’t move; mummy is going to speak to Santa and make sure he has got all your presents!” you cheered, hoping the 4 year old would believe you; which, of course, she did. She nodded excitedly, wrapping herself under your covers and resting her head on Rogers pillow; a position she found herself in quite often over the last 3 weeks with him gone. You pulled your bedroom door shut (as a way of keeping your daughter safe from the potential murderer that could be anywhere in your house) and also grabbed the baseball bat that was rested at the top of the stairs; you were never really sure why that was there, but at this point in time, you certainly were not complaining. As you slowly walked down the stairs, one step at a time, your heart began to race as your mind flashed over every possible explanation; were you being robbed? Was there a murderer in your house? Had someone broke into your house? Was it an animal? You shouted loudly into the corridor “Hello?” hoping that the person would either show themselves or retreat out your backdoor.

“I-I have a weapon a-and I’m not afraid to use it!” you added, knowing how unthreatening and rather ridiculous you actually sounded, but at this point you just wanted your daughter to be safe and alive. You heard a low chuckle coming from the living room, which you presumed was a response to your sad attempt of intimidation, and you jumped at the sudden noise; but investigated further. As you got closer into the room, you noticed the figure of a man sitting on the couch, looking your way, yet you could not see anything other than the outline of his body. You began panicking even more, feeling yourself hyperventilating and unable to focus properly; there was a man, sat right in front of you, in your living room. What the fuck was happening? You felt your hand’s grip loosen around the handle of the bat that you completely even forgot was in your grasp until the heard the thundering sound of the heavy wood against the hard floors. There was a deafening silence looming in the air, the only sounds detectable being your heavy breathing; that was until he shot up off the sofa and began to stroll towards you. That was when you let out ear-splitting shriek, louder than you expected but you didn’t care. The next thing you knew, the man was now holding you tightly in his arms as his hand rubbed up and down on your back; he placed small kisses to the top of the head as he attempted to calm you from your immense panic just moments before. You were completely and utterly confused at what the fuck was happening, prior to the man speaking.

“Shh,shh I’m so sorry for scaring you love. It was meant to be a surprise, I thought you’d recognize it was me!” the low voice soothed, and you instantly recognised who it was.

Roger?

You threw your body back away from him to see him now looking very worried that he had done something wrong, which he technically had but he didn’t exactly mean to. You looked at him in unmitigated shock as you confusion only grew over this time period. “Roger? W-what are you doing here? Why aren’t you on tour?” you stumbled, pinching both yourself and him to see if this was actually real, and not that you had actually found the ability to fall asleep and that this was all just a crazy dream.

“When I called you earlier, I lied about there being no flights so that I could surprise you and Rosie in the morning; I thought we would arrive much later than I did. I tried making as little noise as I could but I suppose that didn’t work. I am so so so sorry for scaring you before, I was stupid to think you’d find a random man in the living room completely normal” he chuckled, pulling you in for another hug and rubbing his hand through your hair. God, you’d missed his touch. You were extremely close to pulling Roger up that staircase into your bedroom and fucking him senseless, until you realised that the slightly less frightening intruder that had warned you was still up in your bed tucked under the covers. You were admittedly a little miffed about the fact that Roger had lied to you, considering it had led to your daughter acting out and behaving badly, and also you gaining a lack of sleep; but in the end, you didn’t care. Because it meant that you would get to spend Christmas with your family like you wanted.

“Rog, hunny, it’s fine. Just please, never do that again! Not only was I scared completely shitless that I or Rosalie was going to get brutally murdered, but since I told her you wouldn’t be home for Christmas, she was acting out so badly I thought I wasn’t going to be able to cope”

“What do you mean acted out?” Roger questioned, furrowing his brows in disbelief that his baby girl would ever act in such an unacceptable manner.

“She refused to brush her teeth, she was kicking and screaming when I tried to get her dressed, she purposefully spilt Santa’s milk on the floor and wouldn’t stop jumping on the bed when she had to settle down. She has never behaved so dreadfully.” You explained, sighing as you began to think to yourself if this wasn’t anything to do with the fact that she missed her father, but rather you were just a really shit mum who couldn’t handle being a single mother. Roger noticed this immediately, and rubbed your shoulder to try and comfort you because you were right; she had never ever behaved like she had that night.

“Definitely got her anger issues from her daddy then” he grinned, trying to lighten the dampened mood.

“Certainly; as well as her looks. I was thinking earlier, she is the spitting image of you. You know, I’m starting to think I’m not even her mother; I don’t know exactly how it would work, but I don’t believe she has any of my DNA whatsoever”

“Now that is definitely not true; she may have my beautiful looks, but she certainly got your beautiful personality. She’s polite, kind and extremely considerate of how other people feel; and that’s exceptionally important, okay?” he encouraged, brushing his thumb against your cheek as his hand cupped your face. “Is she up in bed asleep? I’ve missed you in more than one way love and I’d love to make up for some lost time”

His voice was still the same volume as before, but it created a completely different feeling when he was saying words with such vulgar sentiment behind them. As much as you had to urge to follow his suggestions, you couldn’t.

“You have no idea how much I’d love to take up that offer, but we can’t. Rosie was the one who heard you down here, she’s currently up in our bed excited about the fact that ‘Santa’s here’” you sadly smiled, but were a little alleviated when Roger chuckled at your words. He knew you hated when Rosalie woke you up in the middle of the night, because you and Roger always needed extra sleep than more couples, having quite involved careers which took up a lot of energy. Not to mention, it wasn’t healthy for Rosalie to get such a short amount of sleep. “She’ll be even more excited when she finds out Santa was actually daddy!”

“Don’t use that word when I’m feeling like this, Y/N, unless you want me to take you on this table right here right now” Roger growled, now standing so close that you could feel his warm breath on your neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and he began slowly backing you up until your legs were pressed flush against the wooden countertop. You chuckled loudly at his sentiment, placing a small kiss on his lips, before sliding out of his grasp and patting him on the back.

“As much as I’d love to take you up on such an inviting offer, we have a child to tend to, daddy” you smirked, before racing up the stairs only for him to race behind you in an attempt to catch you in your tracks. When you reached the bedroom door, you shushed Roger to indicate that Rosalie may be asleep so he should wait outside before you give him the ‘good to go’. As you opened the door, you couldn’t see Rosalie, but rather just a lump underneath your duvet covers. “Rosalie, hunny?”

“Mumma! You’re okay?!” she shouted, her head popping up out the covers of the duvet to reveal her face which was covered in stale tears. Her cheeks were bright red and it was extremely obvious she had been crying; she was still sniffling, using her sleeve to wipe her nose. Your heart broke at the sight; your daughter, who only 10 minutes ago was bubbly and beaming, was now weeping.

“Rosie, darling, what’s wrong?” you gasped, rushing over to her to hold her against your chest and stroke her hair gently. You felt her tears seeping into the material of your shirt, and you couldn’t help but tear up yourself.

“I-I heard you scweam, and... a-and I thought something bad had happened to you, and I was scawed!” she blubbered, her heartbroken voice and sniffles providing sound in the otherwise silence. Roger wanted to, needed to, come in and comfort his daughter as he heard it all, but he didn’t know if he could bring himself to face his daughter after scaring her so. You tried to soothe her cries, and you felt her breathing rare get much calmer and revert to normal.

“Oh, hunny, I’m perfectly fine I promise! Look, I’m right here with you and I’m not going to leave you. In fact, I only screamed because I was so excited to see who Santa dropped off when he visited; do you want to know who?”

“Yeah! Who?” she cheered, immediately jumping up to run over to the door in hopes someone would be stood there. The door swung open to reveal your husband crouched down so that he would be on your daughters level, holding his arms out in an inviting position so that he could pull her into the tighter hug. “Dadda!!!!”

“Hiya sweetheart, gosh I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too! I was scawed that you wouldn’t be home for Chwistmas after Mumma told a big wie!” she giggled, looking back at you shaking your head. You knew how much she had missed her father over the last few months, so the fact that he was now standing in front of her, on Christmas Eve, made her heart almost explode from joy. Your heart, on the other hand, simply melted at the sight of your husband lifting Rosie into the air, and carrying her over to the bed to lay her next to you before getting changed quickly and climbing in beside her. You were basically a sandwich, you and Roger as the bread and Rosie as the filling. “Dadda, why did you tell mumma that you wouldn’t be home for Chwistmas?”

“Well, daddy and your uncles were stuck at the airport because all the flights home were cancelled because of the snow, so we thought we wouldn’t be home in time. But then Santa stopped by and saw us, and he gave me a lift home after I told him that I really needed to spend Christmas with my two favourite girls!”

“Does that mean you got to wide on Santa’s sleigh? with the weindeer?”

“Yep! Also, Santa gave me this to give to you as a little thank you for being such a good girl this year!” he whispered, pulling out a medium sized box wrapped to perfection with a ribbon to tie it off. Rosalie took the box out of his hands and ripped it apart, to reveal a small teddy bear wearing a bobble hat and scarf; “He said that she’s called Rosie too so he thought she would make a good friend for you!”

“Wow! I love her so much, Santa is my favouwite person ever!” Rosie cheered, hugging the bear tight into her chest, swaying back and forth as if it were to enhance the embrace. You and Roger both raised your eyebrows in disbelief, which Rosie noticed; “Other than mumma and dadda of couwrse!”

You both chuckled at the sentiment of her words, before laying down properly so that you could settle; “Rosie, let’s settle down to sleep now so that we can wake up nice and early to open more presents” and she nodded gently, a long yawn escaping her lips. She pressed her head against Rogers chest in comfort, and had dozed off after only two minutes of having her eyes closed.

“Love, I just wanted to say I really am sorry for lying; I wanted it to be a surprised but it didn’t turn out exactly the way I wanted” Roger mumbled, a sadness to his tone that wasn’t prevalent earlier on.

“Roger, hunny, I don’t care. All that matters is that you are home and we can have our perfect christmas we once hoped for” you grinned, leaning forward to place a small peck on his forehead, but he pulled you down so the contact was made with his lips; pulling you into a kiss of ultimate passion and affection. Oh, how you had missed this feeling.

You and Roger fell asleep soon after, and you would all awake the next day to have the perfect christmas you had planned all along.

[harrieatthemet]

Kids II

(Part I)

in which it’s Anne’s birthday and Harry causes a scene. 

yes there’s going to be a part 3 relax.

It was the most he’s said to you the past two weeks. 

“Don’t say anything about it t’my mum,” his tone is flat, uninterested and almost like it was emotionally draining to say a complete sentence to you, “s’her birthday, no need t’upset her.” 

The posture was stiff, his face stoic while his gaze remains bitter and unfriendly. You could tell he was struggling with his tie, and he’d have asked you for help if he wasn’t still keeping the interaction between you two at a one word minimum. 

“Wasn’t gonna say anything.”

And if there weren’t a decently sized amount of guests halfway to your home, you’d come back at him with a quip or a snarky remark. But you can hear a car door shut outside, so you find it in both of your best interests to keep things amicable for the time being.  

“Good,” he sighs, “’least that’s one thing we’re on th’same page about.” 

He’s eager to remove himself from the room, like he has been as of lately. It’s blatantly, and uncomfortably, clear to you that it’s become difficult to even stand near you. It’s even harder to look you in the eye and, telling by the stiff silence that rung throughout the confines of a once gleeful home, it’s impossible to speak to you, too. 

Two weeks. 15 days, to be completely exact. 

It’s how long he’s taken it upon himself to sleep in the guest room down the hall. It’s how long he’s eaten dinner in his office instead of the dining room. It’s how long he’s left the house before you’ve woken up. It’s how long he’s answered your questions with a nod of the head or a shrug of the shoulder before slinking off to the opposing end of the house. 

15 days is how long he’s gone without speaking to you. 

You were hesitant to have Anne’s birthday here. A few nights had been spent upright in bed, glancing every so often at the empty side where Harry usually slept, phone in hand as you readied yourself to apologize to Anne for surrendering your hosting obligations. But you never went through with it, simply because it dawned on you that it would surely add more fuel to the fire that was disintegrating your relationship. 

“Are we doing the happy couple bit tonight?” You hiss, hands running along the bottom of your skirt, “Or are you gonna ignore me like you have been?”

“Quit it.” his tone is harsh when he snaps at you, hand going for the doorknob to invite his mother in, “s’pointless trying t’make me feel bad.” 

“I’m making you feel bad?”

What would have cascaded into a red faced screaming match is abruptly interrupted at the hands of your militant husband. His hand twists the knob as he flings the door open, revealing an eager-grinning Anne with a bag in her hand. 

“Hi mumma.” 

You’re on edge for majority of the night. The energy in the house is that of a drastic shift, going from 0 to 60 in under an hour. 

It’s the most conversation that’s been had under this roof in a while. A few of Anne’s friends are scattered amongst the living room, drinks in hand as they snicker and cackle with each other. And Harry’s more than willing to talk to them, it’s the most you’ve heard his voice, aside from the yelling or bickering. It’s the first time in two weeks he doesn’t scramble away from you when you go to stand beside him. 

“Two of you make a lovely couple.” Anne’s friend compliments, admiring the perfect exterior Harry is portraying.

“Thank you,” 

And though it’s forced, you’re doing best to be sincere, trying not to cringe when Harry rubs your arm as a way of forcing the lovely couple compliment. 

“Aren’t they?” Anne’s smile is glowing, her eyes affectionately studying her son and his wife.

“Gonna have some beautiful grand babies, Anne!” 

“Mm,” Harry scoffs, and you can feel a lump in your throat begin to concur, “you’d think.” 

The way his eyes are glazed over is enough to clue you in on the number of drinks he’s consumed throughout the night. His hair is a bit disheveled, expression not completely there. And you know him well enough to know he’s got no problem getting reckless with the words out of his mouth, it’s evident in the way he’s side eyeing you. 

“God willing,” Anne’s tone is sweet as her friend clanks her champagne flute, “can hardly wait for ‘em.” 

“Gonna be waiting forever, mum,” he smiles, but it’s sinister and bitterly insincere, “oh, cheers!” 

Anne’s friend knits her eyebrows together, a bewildered look blessing her eyes as Harry mockingly clanks their glasses together, polishing off the rest of his drink before smiling at the gaggle of older women standing in front of him. 

Embarrassment hits you like a vengeful title wave, your knuckles growing white as you try to remember how to breath while clinging to the glass of wine in your hand. There’s a hallow feeling in your stomach as you feel the weight of several different eyes fixate on you. He’s gone and put you on the spot, made you the center of attention. 

“Think you’ve hit your limit, no?” you murmur, pursing your lips before gently shimmying the glass from his hand. 

“Hit m’limit long before I even had a drink.”

A flush of red washes over your face as the two of you make eye contact. His gaze is still hardened, cold and you can tell it’s an unforgiving one. And while the rest of the woman, his mother included, can’t seem to understand what he means, you do. Quite well. He raises his eyebrows at you as you stand in front of him, his barren glass still in your grasp, finally letting you know where he comes out on all this. And you receive his message as clear as ever. 

A very unsteady breath is sucked in through your mouth before wavering out of your nose, nodding your head so he knows you understand his cryptic remark. And the glass in your hand is the perfect excuse to make a subtle exit into the kitchen without causing more of a scene. 

It’s in your best interest, and Anne’s as well, that you keep him at arms length for the remainder of the evening. You stand on opposite sides of the rooms, partaking in different conversations and entertaining different people. He gets to stand beside Anne when she blows at all the candles lining her vividly decorated sheet cake, leaving you stood at the far end of the dining room table. 

It’s rude to open presents in front of guests. It’s what Anne had said once or twice each time a someone would hand her a box wrapped in decorative paper or hand her a small envelope. And she had placed them all in the sitting room, waiting until now to open them, with everyone gone and the house returning back to quiet. 

“We got you something, too!” you beam at Anne, her face mimicking yours as she gives you a wordless expression gratitude by the genuine look in her eye. 

Your hand flies to the small stack still sitting on the coffee table, rummaging through to find the small box with the earrings inside to gift your mother in law. But you come up empty handed, and a bit embarrassed, when it wasn’t where you assumed it to be. 

“Harry do you have it?” 

He peers over at you from his spot on the sofa, looking at you with a blank stare in response to your question. It’s then that you realize he didn’t have them, and he hadn’t even gone to get them like he was supposed. 

“M’sorry Anne,” you sigh, “thought Harry had gotten them but maybe I was supposed to get them.”

She insists that it’s nothing, that holding her party here was enough of a gift in itself. And even through all the insisting and thanking she delivers amidst cleaning up torn wrapping paper, you can still feel the tears scratching at the back of your eyes as your chest tightens. Not because of the stupid fucking earrings, but mores because this living situation is starting to take it’s toll on you. 

But he’s just getting started. He’s listening with his tongue pressed to the back of his teeth as you apologize to his mother, his hands balling to fists and eyes rolling. To him, he thinks you have a lot more to be sorry for than just the fucking earrings. 

“Could buy her all th’earrings in th’bloody world,” he exhales, standing up from the couch, “won’t make much of a difference.” 

“It’s not a good time, Harry.” you scold, but he’s not interested in heading your warning. 

“How’s this fo’ a gift,” he locks eyes with Anne who, understandably, is caught a bit off guard, “(Y/N) doesn’t want a baby! Doesn’t want kids with me. Not now, not ever!”

It’s like your entire body, every single limb, is encased in stone because you seem to forget how to move. Or breath, as all the breath hitches in the back of your throat, along with any word or sentence that tries to release itself. There’s a tear or two threatening to spill over, and a sudden tightness in your chest before you can almost feel your heart drop into your stomach when he takes it upon himself to get one last word in. 

“One hell of a birthday gift, innit?” 

[sauveteen]

Something Old, Something New | Stuck Together Epilogue

hi! this is a repost. grace and i co-wrote stuck together, and since she deleted her blog ( :(( ), i am reuploading all the extras! here’s 9.2k of our local Dumbasses and their happy ending. 

if you haven’t read Stuck Together yet, it’s not too late my friends

There’s a lot of things people think they have to say when someone mentions a wedding, or rather, a wedding day. They're all stupidly cheesy quotes, always along the lines of ‘Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.’ or, Nadine's favourite: ‘When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.’ That one makes her want to throw up a little, because by the time you realize that you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, there's a very probable chance that you already are. Extravagant weddings to Nadine are like birthday parties; sure, they're fun, but you're turning a year older anyway. Does it really matter if you show the world? If it was up to her, Nadine would've dragged Shawn by his stupidly long curls and married him in a dumpster, but it wasn't up to her for that very reason. It was up to her mother and Shawn's mother and their friends and their pets and fuck — whatever. (At least Nadine’ll end up with some cool pictures for her private Instagram and exactly twenty seven followers. Content grind and all, you know?)

Point is, wedding days aren't all that. So when Nadine’s eyes fly open at the sound of her alarm, she immediately feels the persistent knot in her gut start to tighten. Gingerly turning to her side, Nadine reaches around for Shawn, heart sinking when she realizes that he isn't there. He’s probably somewhere with Brian and Andrew, still snoring softly into his pillow, because all he has to do is shower and put on a suit. Men have it so easy.

She reaches over for her phone, blearily scrolling through her notifications, face half sunken into her pillow. There’s some from family she hasn’t seen or heard from in a while, all different variations of Can’t wait to see you, congrats! Nadine replies to a few friends who say they’re so excited for her, and she scrolls through her notifications again. Unconsciously, she searches for her dad’s number, but it never shows up.

She doesn’t let it upset her, or really, she doesn’t have time to; Anaya bursts into the room like she owns the place, shooing Nadine up and out of bed. “Get in the shower!” she yells, pinching Nadine’s side. Nadine yelps loudly, jumping as she grabs a towel from the rack, shutting the door behind her. She leans against it, breathing heavily. She wishes Shawn were here.

Nadine closes her eyes and tilts her head back, thinking of exactly what he’d say to her if he was there. It’s fine, Nads. We can go to the courthouse if you want. Just me, you, and a random person off the street to be our witness. She’d shake her head and say, No, Shawn. We planned this wedding, we have to go through with it, as tempting as that sounds. And Shawn would nod and say, You’re right. But it’s the same principle. Just you and me, baby. Don’t think about anyone else. And she’d know he was right. So she lets those thoughts comfort her, stepping under the warm water, running the razor over her already waxed everything. Just to make sure.

Nadine lathers the soap in the washcloth and lets her thoughts wander. She’s going to blow dry her hair, and then her mom is going to go through it with a curling iron, and then someone’s going to do her makeup (maybe Karen?), and she’ll text Shawn to see how everything’s going on his end. She hopes her mom doesn’t try to do the ‘something old, something new’ tradition, because she doesn’t want to cry when she sees something of her late grandmother’s when her makeup’s just been done. She misses her grandma a lot, right now. Her grandma would probably tell her mom to calm down, and Nadine needs that right now. She needs everyone to calm down, because she isn't calm, and if everyone else isn't either then God knows how Nadine's going to get through this day. She rubs the soap in particularly harshly, and hisses. Not a day for her inner masochist to shine through.

“Deen, baby?” Anaya says through the door, and her gentle knocks are thunder to Nadine’s ears. She blinks, inhaling sharply, and shuts off the water. “Are you almost done?”

“Not yet, mum. Have to wash my hair!” she calls back, waits for Anaya’s footsteps to fade, and then she turns the water back on. Nadine tips her head back on the tile, letting the scalding water run over her skin, and tries to even her breaths. She imagines Shawn again, his hands on her shoulders, telling her to just breathe with him. Come on, Nads, he'd say, nothing to worry about, yeah? And he'd be right, because there isn't anything to worry about. It's her wedding day. She's getting married to the love of her entire fucking life, and she'll be damned if she lets herself ruin it. So she forces her thoughts down her throat, and wills some sense of gratitude into her head. Hums a tune to herself, recognizes it as Shawn’s, and softly smiles to herself. She's marrying him. She's marrying the man who’s made her life into one big, melodramatic song, and she's never been more in love.

She plays the thought over and over in her head, and her irrational worries and anxieties give way to the warmth and excitement that starts bubbling in her chest. Nadine practically grins as she rinses the shampoo from her hair, squealing giddily at one point. She’s marrying Shawn today. It’s actually happening. She’s really going to be his forever, and she can’t fucking wait. Once the whole thing is over and she’s in bed with him and she’s staring at him and they’re alone and together and married she’s going to kiss the living daylights out of him, and maybe fuck the living daylights out of him, too. And she can’t. Fucking. Wait.

Fifteen minutes and one shitty blow dry job later, Nadine’s walking out of the bathroom in a robe and nothing else, and her mom is brandishing the curling iron like a magician’s wand. It makes Nadine laugh, and the knot in her chest loosens. She's surrounded by people she loves, and she's in love with her best friend and so she has no reason to be sad. (Tell that to her head, though. Nadine's trying. She's trying, and maybe it's working, but the little flicker of sadness never goes away.) She starts to twist a loose thread on her robe, and then untangles it. And she keeps doing that, and pretends like it's the worrisome knot in her chest that she's playing with.

“Are you ready?” Anaya asks, and Nadine shrugs, because how could she not be? She’d have to be, anyway. Anaya sits her down in the chair, and runs a hand through her curls. She clicks her tongue, walking to the bathroom. “You did a shitty job with your hair, you know.”

“I tried!” (She didn’t, and she knows it.)

“I know you didn’t.” Anaya plugs the blowdryer in, working it in a way only she knows how to do. “How come you never learned to do this?”

“You always did it for me!” Nadine exclaims. “And now Shawn does it for me. I miss Shawn.” She sticks her bottom lip out, and Anaya blows the warm air in her face. “Hey!”

“Stop pouting. No worry lines on your big day.” They work together in silence, Nadine sectioning off hair for her while her mom dries it as best she can. Nadine looks up at her, her beautiful, amazing, hard-headed mother (she knows where she gets it from), and wants to cry. She takes a deep breath. Pull it together, Nads. She can’t cry just yet, she has to save it for her vows. “Nadine, love?”

“Hm?”

“Your father isn’t coming. I got an email this morning.” Nadine blinks, and she feels it. She feels the knot tying around itself, over and over again, and it gets kind of hard to breathe when her chest aches like that. Her mother didn’t even put piece of shit in front of ‘father’, meaning she’s serious. She's getting married and her father didn't even have it in him to at least call and let her down. He sent an email. A fucking email. Nadine takes a deep breath, exhaling loudly. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes, mumma.” Nadine blinks again, and then she’s fine. She’s extremely totally fine and she doesn’t need Shawn at all. She's an independent woman and she doesn't need her stupid boy fiancé. She’ll see him later. For amazing post-marriage, pre-honeymoon sex. “It’s fucking whatever. I knew it was a long shot, anyway.”

(Just because she knew it was a long shot didn't mean that she wasn't hoping for it to happen. Camila Cabello got married recently, and Shawn took Nadine to the wedding, and Nadine cried. Camila and Shawn and literally everyone else in the hall and on the fucking internet thought it was because she was happy for Camila, and she was, but that wasn't it. She was crying because Camila’s father walked her down the aisle and he was crying because he was so happy and deep inside, Nadine knew she wouldn't have that. And then she felt bad, because she was making it all about herself, and so she put on a smile and helped Camila change into her reception dress. She knew what she was doing when she mailed her father the wedding invitation, knew that she was only signing up for heartbreak. But she had hope, because she still loves him, she guesses. He's still her father, and she still loves him, and she wishes now more than ever that she could've done something to have him stay.)

“You sure?” Anaya’s gentle voice plunges her back into reality. She unplugs the blow dryer, kissing the top of Nadine’s head, and Nadine lets her eyes flutter shut at the affection. Pretends like she isn't actually pushing tears back in. She loves her mother, her mother who stayed, and lets that thought consumer her. “It doesn’t have to be fucking whatever.” She turns the curling iron back on, waving her hand over it, and nods. “Good, still warm.”

“Well, it is. Fucking whatever, I mean.” There’s a long lull, Anaya working on Nadine’s hair while she sits and stares at herself in the mirror. The flicker of sadness in her chest is becoming more like a flame. Nadine shoots off a text to Shawn asking how he is just as Karen and Aaliyah come stumbling through the door. Nadine narrows her eyes at the both of them, and Aaliyah just smiles. “Does everyone have a key to this room?”

“Not Shawn!” Aaliyah says, smiling like she’s got a secret. Nadine rolls her eyes. “Anaya, will you do my hair too?”

“Of course I will!” she exclaims, finishing the last curl on Nadine. Nadine tilts her head, staring at the way the curls frame her face. She sighs, eyes narrow. Is her face always this puffy? Maybe she needs a cold washcloth. Why is she so red? She hopes someone has color correcting concealer, because she doesn’t. She thought she was going to be dark enough by this time of year to miss any weird redness. She shakes her head.

“I’m going to start my makeup, I think,” she says to no one in particular, and Karen looks up from her perch on the bed, where she’s been reading some magazine. (She's also tearing up, just a little. She can't believe the girl who cried in her lap years ago is marrying her son today. Anaya teases her about it, but Karen really doesn't give a single shit. It's not her fault that her best friend is made of stone.)

“Aaliyah said she would help you, honey.” Karen comes to sit next to her, and squeezes her hand. Karen always knows what she needs. She shuts her eyes tight. No tears yet. Why is it okay for Karen to cry while she has to hold it in?

“I will when my hair is done,” she hears Aaliyah say. Nadine nods, and she spreads the primer over her face, deliberately rubbing it in. She takes her foundation and a fresh, new blender, and smears it, making sure its as blended as possible. Karen smooths out a spot Nadine missed, and then kisses her temple, and she feels so loved and unloved at the same time that she might actually cry. But she won’t, because then her makeup would be ruined. Karen gets up, going to her best friend. Nadine takes a deep breath. Aaliyah taps her thigh, and Nadine turns to her. “Ready? Oh shit, you already did your foundation.”

“Shit,” Nadine agrees, and the moms laugh from where they’re doing their own hair. “Can you still do my eye makeup?”

“Yeah, ‘course.” Aaliyah pulls out her bag, revealing what Nadine thinks is too many products. “Don’t worry, Nads. I got you.” Nadine closes her eyes and lets Aaliyah work her magic. Her mind wanders again, and she thinks about her mom.

Twenty six years ago her mom got married to her dad, and then two years later, there was Nadine. And then six years after that, there was no dad except for on birthdays and sometimes Christmas, but rarely. And Nadine thinks about that, and she thinks her mom might be the single strongest woman on earth for dealing with that, and dealing with all of Nadine’s questions about why ‘daddy won’t call back.’ Nadine sniffles, and Aaliyah cups her face gently.

“You okay?” she whispers, and Nadine nods, keeping her eyes closed. Her mom dealt with so much fucking shit, and she went through all of this, all of what Nadine is going through right now and will go through with. The cold feet, the wedding dress, the vows, the kiss. She got married to a man she thought was going to be her Shawn. That hits her straight in the heart, and suddenly it isn't a knot, it's a giant, massive hole in her heart that Nadine doesn't know how to fill. “Look down for me, Nads,” she hears, and feels her mascara being put on. She can’t cry right now. She can’t. It’s not— she reaches for her phone. “‘Kay, now up, please.” She unlocks it with her thumb, and Aaliyah pats her face, knowing Nadine needs space. Nadine loves her for it. “You can finish up, yeah? You’re good at blending your face.”

Nadine nods, texting Shawn. hello hi bb please answer me. She puts on her powder foundation, and then blush. Nadine blinks at herself. Her puffiness and redness is gone, replaced by Nadine-who’s-getting-married, and her phone buzzes.

Shawn <33

Hey, just saw this lol sorry! I’m great. You doing good? I hope Mom and Liyah aren’t being too wild

Nadine puts her phone down, slowly applying both liquid and powder highlight, and she sniffles again. She sees her mother frown out of the corner of her eye. “Are you getting sick?” Anaya asks, concern lacing her voice, and Nadine shakes her head. She knows she’s being uncharacteristically quiet and she knows they’ve noticed and that makes her want to curl into a ball on the bed and sob until they call Shawn and tell him to come over here because she’s hysterical but also, really, she doesn’t want that at all. She puts the highlight brush down a little too hard, and Karen jumps.

“Deen, sweetheat?”

Nadine shakes her head, blinking rapidly. She picks up her phone, willing her hands to stop shaking. need u, kind of sos. im ffine but i need you, she types and shakes her head again. “I’m fine. I’m fine, you guys.” Her voice is cracking, and she hears her phone buzz again, and again. She’s still blinking too fast, and she mists her face with the setting spray at a bad attempt to keep her mascara in place.

“Don’t worry, I used waterproof,” Aaliyah says, but she’s not smiling. Nadine laughs anyway, no mirth behind it at all. She shakes her head, puffs her cheeks, and lets out a long breath.

“Better Than Sex? The best.” She sniffles again, tucking her hair behind her ears, flipping it back. “I’m honestly okay.” There’s a knock at the door, and Anaya jumps up to get it. She opens the door and shrieks, closing it. An arm blocks it from closing all the way.

“Anaya, please let me in,” Nadine hears, and it’s Shawn, she knows it.

“Is that Shawn?” she asks, standing. Aaliyah sits her back down.

“Shawn, you can’t be here!” Karen exclaims, but he jimmies his way in, walking toward her. Nadine stands up, still in her robe, and Shawn hasn’t even seen her yet. “Shawn! It’s bad luck!”

“Don’t think luck works with us, anymore, Mum.” He positions himself between the three of them and Nadine, and he sighs. “Can you guys leave, please?” he asks, and all three women frown. “Please? It’ll be five minutes, okay?” He pushes them toward the door, and Nadine sniffs, wiping at her nose delicately with a tissue. She feels very ladylike. Shawn turns around, finally facing her, and he gasps. “Oh, shit.”

“What?!” she exclaims, looking around, looking at herself in the mirror. “Fuck, did I fuck it up?” She fiddles with the knot on the robe.

“No, Jesus,” he says. He sounds choked up, and Nadine’s eyes widen. “You’re so beautiful, Nads, holy fuck.” His voice is thick with emotion, and he sniffles this time. Nadine shakes her head.

“Do not.” She walks toward him and he kisses her sweetly, chastely, just once. She pulls back, brushing imaginary dust off his sleep shirt. “I’m the one trying not to cry.”

“I can’t wait to see you in the dress,” he says, swallowing the lump in his throat, kissing her nose. And then he pulls back a little, eyes widened, mouth twisted in a frown. “But yeah, wait. Why are you trying not to cry, again?”

Nadine shakes her head. She knows if she tries to say it she’ll start to sob, and while her mascara won't run and neither will her eyeliner, she doesn’t want to cry. It’s the principle of the thing. Her arms go around his waist, and she kind of wants to melt into Shawn and forget that she's supposed to be the woman of the hour. She wants to marry him without having to worry about who shows up or who doesn't show up and— and God, she's really going through it. But she can't, and so Nadine buries her head in his chest, and Shawn kisses the top of her head, careful not to mess up her hair. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

Nadine curls her fingers into the fabric of his tee, rubbing it between her fingers to ground herself. She does this for a minute or two, breath hitching quietly and Shawn shushes her, carefully running his hand up and down her back. He's saying and doing exactly what she imagined he would, but there's a difference between having him here and having him in her head. It feels more real, and Nadine needs that. When she pulls back, hazy-eyed and a little shaken, he leads them to the bed. She curls into him, and Shawn tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, stroking the settled curls with wary gentleness. (He didn't know her hair could do that — he's so used to seeing it all wild and everywhere that the fact that Nadine can look prettier than she does every single day kind of knocks the breath out of him.)

“Shawn?”

“Yeah, baby?”

Her lip quivers and she takes a shaky, shallow breath. Her voice is small when she asks, “You won’t ever leave me and our kids that we don’t have yet behind, right?” Her voice cracks a little, and Shawn pulls back, brows furrowed.

“Nadine Anaya, what the actual fuck?” He flicks her ear, and she whines. “Why would you ask me that? I wouldn’t. Nadine.” He sounds so hurt, and that makes Nadine a lot more sadder than she wants to be, so she lets out a sob. Something dawns on him, then, and he sighs, knowing what she’s asking. “Baby, no, no, listen. I would never in a million years leave you. Maybe that sounds like an empty promise, but sweetheart, you’re everything, right? You're it for me.” He toys with the ring on her left hand, presses a kiss to it. “That’s what this means. I love you and you’re stuck with me, right? We’re stuck together, you know that.”

“I know that, and I love you, but.. but he—” She shakes her head, and scolds herself for letting her emotions get the better of her. A tear falls, and Shawn thumbs it away. “I hate crying, what the fuck.” Shawn laughs, but it sounds choked, and he kisses her temple, her cheeks, her nose. “Shawn, I—”

“Sweetheart, he never deserved your love.” Nadine finally looks up, and his eyes hold love and compassion and concern and unshed tears and anger, and she doesn’t think...he’s ever expressed any sort of sentiment about her dad. Not even when he left, not when he stopped calling. “Any fucker who walks out of his child’s life like that is a coward. How could he leave you behind like that? You're probably the best fucking thing in his piece of shit life, and if he couldn't see that, fuck him.” Nadine shakes her head, and Shawn cups her face. Her heart might just burst. “He never deserved your mom, and he never deserved you. You’ve got your mom, you’ve got my family, you’ve got me. And I’m never fucking leaving. Never.”

“Never say never, I think Justin Bieber said that once.” Nadine starts to hum, and Shawn kisses her, hard and fast but so full of love she feels her chest start to expand. It shuts her up, though, and she lets him break the kiss. She clings to him, his thumbs gently brushing the shell of her ears, and she knows why she fell in love with him. He treats her like Nadine knows she deserves to be treated.

“Don’t bring him up on our wedding day, asshole.” Shawn sounds fond, though, so she’s not too worried. “Do you believe me? I’m never leaving. I mean it. Never in a million years. We’re. Stuck. Together. You can thank our moms for that, and I do every single day.”

Nadine laughs wetly. “God, you’re so fucking cheesy.” She hugs him one last time, squeezing so tightly that he actually lets out a tiny shriek. Nadine kisses his shoulder, and takes a deep breath. She loves him so much, and she’s marrying him. “Okay. Yeah. Fuck. I have to get dressed and so do you. Go dry your hair.” He shakes his head violently, droplets of water spraying onto her, and she pushes him away. He laughs. “Shawn! I just got my hair done!”

“And you look so beautiful,” he says, cupping her face. His eyes flicker across Nadine's face in apparent pride and bewilderment, and when he leans in to press a quick kiss against her lips, she kind of melts into a puddle. “Nads, I know we've been planning this wedding for ages now but I'm… I'm still in awe.” His voice is soft, like a child sharing a secret, and Nadine's grip around his shirt tightens.

“Of what, babe?”

“The fact that I get to marry you? I get to marry the person I've shared my entire life with. I feel so fucking lucky, Nads, you have no idea.”

Can't cry, can't cry, can't cry. Nadine pushes him away, turning her head to the side, and inhales deeply, “Save that cheese talk for the vows, bitch, or I'm kicking your ass.”

When Shawn gets up, he leans in front of her, grabbing her face between his hands and squishing it so she resembles a fish. He brushes their noses together, saying, “Yeah?” He's grinning against her lips, and she's a second away from pulling him in by his neck and just riding the smirk out of him then and there. “Too bad, Nads. Can't get rid of me anymore, because I'm fucking marrying you today.” He pinches her side, and she yelps as he chuckles. “I can’t fucking wait.” Shawn runs his thumb over her cheek, and she leans into his hand. “You gonna be okay for the next little bit?”

“I will.” With that, he exits the room, and the three women barrel in, eyes wide. She frowns at them. “What?” She knows she’s being difficult, knows her mom will be mad, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“Why’d you let him in?” Anaya shrieks. Nadine pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing. “When there’s tradition?!”

“Maybe she just needed to see him.” Aaliyah grabs the garment bag from the closet, unzipping her dress. “Maybe tradition and luck don’t matter when you’re Shawn and Nadine.” She turns to Anaya and Karen, frowning at the pair of best friends. “Don’t make this harder on her than it needs to be.” Nadine takes her hand, squeezing it gratefully. The knock on the door signifies the photographer’s arrival, and the day officially begins.

Properly mollified, Anaya pours mimosas into plastic champagne flutes, handing them out to everyone in the room. Nadine turns on music, and the four sit around for a moment, just talking like it’s a regular brunch, and not like it’s probably the biggest day of Nadine’s life. They gossip and bitch and moan and laugh until there’s unshed tears in their eyes. Anaya stands abruptly, turning off the music, and Nadine checks the time. She blinks. The ceremony starts in forty minutes.

“Ready?” her mom asks, and she nods, thinking of the moment she sees Shawn, and how she just might have to cry. It’s okay if she cries during her vows, though. That’s allowed. She strips from the robe, and her mom and Karen help her into the dress. The fabric slips over her shoulders, and she zips up the side, taking a look at herself in the mirror. The gold and silver plated stars glisten under the bright light, and she blinks, mouth parted slightly at the woman in the mirror. The click of the camera brings her back to reality as Aaliyah hands her the little golden crown of leaves, and they all pin it to her head. Her curls are tamed, skin glowing, nails perfect.

Nadine indulges her inner seven year old and does a little twirl, giggling in the process. She feels like an absolute princess, and for a moment, she's kind of glad that she didn't get to plan most of the wedding. She'd probably be in her cow onesie, and while that sounds comfy, the dress makes her feel… royal. Like a bride’s supposed to feel. Her mother comes up behind her, looking like the beautiful goddess she is, and gives her a kiss on the cheek. “Mum?” she asks, and her mom wipes a tear away. She didn't know her mumma was capable of crying, and the shock on Karen's proof is enough that no one else did, either. It makes Nadine’s chin tremble.

“You’re beautiful.” She sweeps Nadine’s hair behind her shoulders, standing next to her. She’s taller than her mom, standing at 5’8, and Nadine curls an arm around her mom’s shoulders. She turns to face Anaya, who takes a deep, shaky breath. “I’m so glad you found your person.”

“He’s a good one,” Nadine says, and Anaya nods.

“I couldn’t have thought of anyone more perfect for you.” Her voice breaks on the last word, and Nadine’s pretty set on the fact she's never seen her mom cry. Not when her dad left, not when she cried over Hot Football Guy, not even when her and Shawn got into their Big Fight. Nadine’s breath hitches, and she crushes her mom in a hug.

“Don’t cry, Mumma,” she whispers, and that only makes Anaya’s tears fall faster. “I’m okay.”

“I know you are.” She composes herself, stroking Nadine’s hair gently, pushing it out of her face. “I’m just happy.”

A choked sob comes from behind the pair, and they turn to look at Karen, whose face is buried into her daughter’s shoulder. Aaliyah smiles apologetically, her mother's shoulders rising and falling with steady cries, and Anaya glares at her best friend.

“Karen. This is my moment.”

“Oh, shut up, Ana!” Comes her muffled reply, delicate hand waving her off, and Nadine has to laugh. “My daughter is marrying my son!”

“You know that sounds wrong, right, mum?” Aaliyah frowns, and her mother swats her arm. She groans in protest, sending SOS eyes to Nadine, who stalks over to Karen. Grabs her by the shoulders, and gently wipes her tears away. Her own smile is trembling, though, and she didn't know it was possible for her to feel so much happiness in one go.

“I'm so glad I have you…” Nadine drops her voice at this, grinning gently, “..Mum.”

“Oh my god, Nadine,” Karen's cry then is louder than the rest, and she gently pushes Nadine away, “That just makes it worse. I want to hug you so bad but I'll ruin your dress, and oh my… Ana. Ana! Did you hear that? She called me mum.”

Anaya breathes heavily through her nose, hands on her hips, and pretends to be annoyed. She isn't, though. Her daughter is marrying her best friend's son, and Anaya thanks the heavens. She isn't religious, and she's rarely ever found reasons to be thankful for, but she thanks all the Gods she can for all the fucked up things that led to this very moment. To her daughter marrying someone who loves her more than anything in the world. She thanks the eternal sky for giving to Nadine what it couldn't give to her, and sniffs.

“Okay, Aaliyah, your turn to cry now.” Nadine teases, and the younger Mendes playfully rolls her eyes, but the pink in her cheeks gives her happiness away. Nadine holds her hands out, saying, “Bring it in, mami.” And then the two hug, and they shriek a little, and Aaliyah does almost cry. She hopes to find love like her brother someday, because she feels lonely as fuck. That makes her squeeze Nadine a little tighter, who playfully chokes. (And almost gives Karen and Anaya collective heart attacks.)

Just then, there’s a loud knock on the hotel door, and in comes Catie stumbling through the door, a dress bag slung over her shoulder and a universe’s worth of mischief promised behind her naughty smile.

“Did I miss something?” Is the first thing she asks (several times, because nobody actually answers her). Her eyes flicker from Anaya, to Karen, to Aaliyah, and then finally to Nadine, and she gasps. Her hands fly to her mouth, eyes widening to the point where there's just white circles in her mouth, and she drops her bag to the floor to run into her friend's open arms.

(Karen winces. She can't believe she didn't hug her future daughter to be and this heathen gets to mess up her dress like that.)

“Bitch!” She shrieks when she pulls away, and then she hugs Nadine again, and then she pulls away. “Oh my fucking God, Nad, who knew? Who knew you could actually look like a…?”

“A bride?”

“No!” Catie giggles. When she shakes her head, a perfectly straightened strand of blond hits Nadine in the face. “Like a human.”

“Hey!” Nadine swats her friend, and then hugs her, and then thanks her. Over and over and over again. If not for Catie — or as Shawn would say, Catie with a C — and her game, there were very few chances for the two to actually realise their feelings as early as they did. (Early according to Shawn, of course. He suffered for a day and pretended like he shook hands with death. Nadine has to scoff at that. Men.)

“I'm kidding, Nad.” She asks her to do a twirl, motioning a spin with her index finger, and Nadine does. She's giddy and her head’s spinning a little but she feels so beautiful and loved that the little blemish of worry from the morning is nothing but a stain now, and she twirls the hell out of it. When she stops, she stumbles, giggling, and has to grab her mother's arm for support. Anaya squeezes her elbow, letting her go back to Catie.

Catie wipes a fake tear. “I can't believe Shawn's white ass gets to tap that.”

Nadine pulls Catie in by her elbow, lowering her head to whisper in her ear, “He gets to do a lot more than just tap it, honestly.” And then the two giggle like they used to in middle school, and it all falls into place. All of it makes sense, and there's not even a speck of doubt in Nadine's head.

Yes, Shawn and her were stuck together. But they’re more than that; everyone’s words and smiles give away. They were meant to be.

Karen, Aaliyah, and Catie eventually walk outside, leaving Nadine and Anaya alone in the room. Anaya smooths Nadine’s hair back, and Nadine lets her eyes flutter shut. She feels like she did when she was seven at her grandfather’s second wedding; out of her depth in a dress, hair flying wildly everywhere, very much like a little kid. She leans her head on her mom’s shoulder, and Anaya squeezes her tightly.

“Mumma?” Nadine lifts her head to meet her mother’s steady gaze, and holds her mother's hand, squeezing lightly. “I want you to walk me down the aisle.”

Nadine contemplated over whether she should ask her mother or tell her: Can you walk me down the aisle? or I want you to walk me down the aisle. She realised she wanted it as much as she wanted a remote control car when she was eleven, and you never ask for things like those. You demand them. If you don't get them, it's okay, but at least there's never the regret of how you willingly left scope and room for an answer that you didn't want. Nadine's learned to be straightforward with life and people alike now, because she deserves that.

“I thought Shawn was…”

“I was young, mumma,” She sniffs a little, and Anaya’s lips turn down into a frown. Nadine shakes her head, smiling, and continues, “I was young when dad left. I was stupid, and I spent way too much thinking about it, and Shawn was always there for me, yeah? When he promised to be my father and do all the things that fathers do.” She cups Anaya’s face. “I was too stupid to realise that I already had someone that did all that fathers do. You took me to museums, you danced with me in father daughter dances, you hoisted my fatass up on your shoulders. He wasn't there, mumma, but you were.”

Anaya isn't going to cry. She isn't, and her daughter can get fucked for trying. “Shawn did all he could, and that seemed to be enough, but only now do I realise how much you did. How lucky I am to have one parent who's done more than two parents can do in a lifetime. So what if one random fucker doesn't show up to my wedding?” Anaya grins approvingly, and Nadine shakes her head in feigned annoyance. “Shawn's going to be my husband now, mum. I don't want to walk down to an empty altar. I want you to give me away, because God fucking knows you've earned that right.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, Mumma. So fucking much. I wish you knew how much I loved you.”

“More than Shawn?”

Nadine shuts up, and then opens her mouth, and then closes it again. She pouts. “You know that's different!”

Anaya grins, playfully pinching her daughter’s side, and Nadine lets out an annoyed whine. “I know it is, baby. Just pulling your leg.”

“You're the worst.”

Anaya holds a hand out, smiling the widest she's smiled in ages, she thinks. “Let's go walk you down the aisle, Deen. Let's give that boy something to cry about.”

It’s like it happens in slow motion, Nadine thinks. Her mom leads her out of the room, and the girls turn to look at her. She spots Brian from the front of the altar when he waves at her, and she watches him lean forward to say something to Shawn. Karen kisses her forehead, sweeping down the aisle toward her spot at the front, and Aaliyah does a salute before turning back around to wait for her cue when the music begins. Her legs begin to shake, and Catie’s turning around, smiling at her mom, giving her a hug.

Nadine feels like it’s all a blur, Shawn’s little cousins walking down the aisle throwing flowers, carrying the rings. Is she dreaming? And then, before she knows it, Anaya’s leading her to the door, and Shawn turns around and Nadine feels it all stop, the music’s big, swelling crescendo finally softening to a pianissimo as Shawn’s glassy eyes meet hers, and she hears her cousin’s son ask if that’s a princess, and her cousin says, no, bud, that’s Nadine, and she watches Shawn surreptitiously wipe a tear from his eye as her feet land right in front of him. Her heart is going to burst, her tears threatening to pour. She blinks them away, but one falls, and Shawn thumbs it away. Her mom kisses her cheek, and then kisses Shawn’s. Nadine barely notices. Shawn’s smile is the softest she’s ever seen it.

“Hi,” he mouths at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks up at him, smiling, and then they turn, the officiant beginning the ceremony, but she’s only half listening as Nana Mendes speaks. She’s staring at the side of Shawn’s face, and maybe she didn’t get the point of a big wedding before, but right now, she can’t even see the other people. It’s just her and Shawn, Shawn and Nadine, Shawnadine. He turns to look at her as his nan continues on. It’s like they’re the only two people in the room, and she giggles a bit. He just tilts his head at her and grips her hand tightly, pulling her to the side to sit as Nana Mendes talks about their very own love story.

“For the sake of this holy matrimony,” Nana starts, clasping her hands in the front of her bunched up dress, “I will try not to curse today. If I do, me perdoe. Forgive me, please. Ah, my bebês, my loves. Where do I even begin with Shawn and Nadine? God give me the strength, por favor, and someone stop me if I speak too long.”

“I have loved four times in my life. Each one more passionate and fogosa; fiery, than the other. I have known love, I have dealt with it, and I have learned to take it as it comes. But I have never known love like Shawn and Nadine’s. Shawn was three, four, when I first knew he loved Nadine. There is this saying in Portuguese.. Amor, fogo, e tosse, A seu dono descobre. Love, smoke, and cough are hard to hide. I know, since poor Manny is always walking in on me inhaling and coughing up a storm..” The people laugh, and Nana smiles. Her face, usually cold and apprehensive, feels like a warm embrace, “But no, a sério, Shawn would always say, I hate her, mum, I don't want to play with her. I want to drive cars, like the big boys, but his eyes would give him away. Always looking for her, always glancing at her when he made a joke, always lighting up when she laughed. Ah, it could not be hidden.”

Nadine looks at Shawn, and he dips his head. There's a pink, fierce blush staining his cheeks, and she’s cheesing at the fact that he’s ashamed of how much he loves her.

“I knew Nadine loved Shawn the very first time I met her. She was six, I think. These two were running around the entire house, crianças safadas, naughty little kids. I remember Nadine asked if I wanted her to light my pipe for me.” Nana laughs, shaking her head. “Little six year old, asking me if I needed my pipe lit. But even as she talked to me, as she bounced in my lap, all she could think about was Shawn. She kept asking these questions — do you like Shawn? Does Shawn like you? Are you Shawn’s best friend? Did you get a toy for him? She even went as far as tugging at my blouse, and she narrowed her little eyes, and she said ‘I’m Shawn’s best friend. I am.’ I’ve been in a gang, once, but never have I felt more threatened.” The congregation laughs, and Nadine grins, because it’s true. She’s his best friend.

“Standing here today makes me unbelievably happy. I’m sure my face gives it away.” Her face is plain, lips in a thin line, and she looks as bored as can be. Nadine has to giggle. “Please join in me the holy matrimony of my favourite children, my bebês.”

Nadine pulls Shawn to his feet, and they stand in front of their friends and family as his cousin’s daughter brings the rings to them. Nadine crouches, taking one, and Shawn follows suit, taking the other ring and kissing his cousin’s forehead. She scurries off, and they both stand up straight, turning to face each other. Nadine can’t tame her giant smile, and Shawn gives her knuckles a kiss. Her heart flutters.

“Shawn, your vows.”

Shawn looks to his grandma, and she nods. When he glances out at the people, he spots his mom, his dad, his sister, and he smiles. He spots Anaya, and that gives him some calm, and he finally turns his attention back to Nadine. She’s giving him the softest smile in the world, and he’s never loved her more. “Oh, Nadine, can I tell you a story?” he starts, and she shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “When you were just a baby in your mom’s stomach—” Nadine groans loudly, and the congregation laughs, prompting Shawn to laugh, too. He shakes his head at her. “When you were just a baby in your mom’s stomach, my mom would point and say, ‘Look, Shawn, that’s your best friend in there.’ I didn’t know what a best friend was. I was like, barely one year old.” Nadine rubs her thumb on his wrist gently, laughing softly, and he smiles, takes a deep breath. “And then you were one, and I was two, and my mom would say ‘Shawn, your best friend is coming over,” but you were a baby and I was a big two year old and I didn’t wanna hang out with someone who could barely say my name let alone be best friends with them.”

“But our moms made us stick together, and I could never be more grateful to them for that, because I got something even better than a best friend.” Nadine sniffs delicately, and Shawn’s grin widens. “I got someone who I couldn't possibly be more in love with. I remember the first time you liked a girl..” He shakes his head, and there's a little smirk on his face, “Nadine, you asked me if I'd ever loved someone like that. Like my heart stopped when they came around, and my day instantly bettered when I heard their laugh. I said no then, baby, but I was an idiot. Because I had loved someone like that. You, Nadine, I—” Shawn breaks off, and when he hears a sniff to the side, his head turns. Nana immediately drops her head, hugging her leather jacket closer to herself, and Shawn’s lips part. He continues, though, still surprised, “I've loved you like that for as long as I can possibly remember. It didn't matter if… if I lost a stupid job, or if I couldn't get a lyric right, or if I got laughed at because there was toilet paper trailing behind me… I'd meet you and I'd be crying and you'd probably be laughing at me but you made it okay, Nads. You've made life pretty okay, and I couldn't, in any sense of the word, be more grateful.”

“You make me feel the way music makes me feel. Maybe I’m frustrated sometimes, or maybe I’m too in love. But you’re like the most beautiful song in the world, and I’m lucky to listen to it every single day.” Nadine squeezes his wrist, but he carries on. “And I’ll promise to listen to you every single day of forever, my love. I’ll listen and love you and hold you when that flicker of sadness starts to take over in your heart. But you’ll always be the most beautiful song to me.” Nadine’s breath hitches, and she’s not going to cry, she won’t. But he slips the ring over her finger, and she gasps, and he grins, watching her face go through a series of emotions before landing on elated, and he’s never loved her more.

“Nadine, your vows.”

“Shawn,” Nadine's hands shake as they reach forward for his, and he squeezes tightly, a reassuring smile on his face. “I hate you because my vows are nowhere as poetic as yours, you stupid songwriter.” The crowd laughs, and Nadine stalls a bit to let their laughter die down, and then continues, “I've liked you for as long as the world can remember. As long as we've lived, baby. And you once told me this story..” Nadine laughs, shaking her head, and she can't believe that their vows overlap too, “That when I was a fetus in my mom’s stomach, you used to kiss her belly because your best friend was in there. And that's… that's a cute story, to some. But it's my favourite story that you've ever told me, counting the one about the chocolate world where houses are peanut butter cups.” Shawn chuckles, and Nadine’s chin trembles a bit. She won't cry. “Because it's crazy, you know? It's beautifully crazy that some people spend their entire lives looking for the one, but I found my person before I even found the world.”

Shawn's smile is warm, gentle, and eyes brimming with tears. Nadine reaches over, cupping his face, and she wants nothing more than to kiss him. She mouths I love you before continuing, and he grins in return. “We've spent a good part of our lives telling each stories and pretending like we hadn't already heard them. Our story is one that I want to keep listening to over and over again. Shawn, my heart, you make it very difficult not to fall more in love with you every single day. You're like sunshine on a pleasant day, when you're happy because the world around is just right, but then the sun shines down on your face and everything… everything is just more. To quote some songwriter guy that I know, You're my summer in a winter day, love. You make my life better just by being you, Shawn, and I can't believe our mothers get to see their youngest matchmaking clients get married today.”

Anaya rolls her eyes, and Karen sniffs into her napkin. Shawn's grip around her hand tightens. “I wish it were easy to put into words how much you mean to me, but it's the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. And I've seen you at that phase where you used to sign bras and wear snapbacks, so.” Shawn shakes his head, and Nadine chuckles. Sobers down, then, because she knows she's getting to the heavy parts. “People have rooted for us since times immemorial, I guess. We, however, like the couple of dumbasses that we are—” She tilts her head to the side, and Shawn sniffs, “We took too long to see it. Better late than never, though, right? Shawn, I told you that you'd end up with someone as gorgeous and lovely as you. Someone so beautiful and funny that you'd say that you didn't deserve her. So for the last time, and in English now so everyone understands, I told you so.”

Shawn’s laugh is wet, choked, and a little close to crying than it is to laughing, but it warms Nadine's heart nonetheless. “Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, I promise to love you and treat you like you deserve to be loved and treated. I promise to stand by you in the worst of our days, because there's really no else I'd rather turn to. I promise to let you braid my hair if you let me braid yours. I’m really talking too much. God,” She laughs, shaking her head, “Our children are going to have really curly hair. And they're going to have the best father, because you've been nothing but the best. My best friend, my best love, I can't wait for you to be the best husband.”

Shawn’s grinning through his tears, and when Nana Mendes asks Nadine if she’ll have Shawn as her husband and live with him through yada yada yada, Nadine says I do through the biggest possible grin, and Shawn’s barely even listening when he all but shouts I do and he’s smirking and she’s giggling and it’s the sweetest thing the congregation has probably ever witnessed. Shawn’s cousin is still confused as to how Nadine’s not a princess and Catie is popping her non existent collar in pride and the waves are crashing in the background, and fuck, they’re married now, and Nadine can’t believe that this is her reality.

“I pronounce you husband and wife. So go, kiss each other! Go!”

When the two shuffle closer and Shawn’s hand presses into the small of her back and he tips her back like the cheesy fucker he is, Nadine laughs. And when their lips meet, Nadine genuinely thinks yeah, he’s it for me. And she knew that before, but now it’s real. They’re walking down the aisle and people are throwing rice, a tradition Nadine has never understood, and then they’re in the limo, shocked into silence for a moment, and then Nadine giggles and giggles harder than she ever has, and Shawn laughs with her. They’ve technically been legally married since yesterday, but this makes it so much more real. Shawn hands her a glass of champagne, and they toast themselves, laughing about it. She relaxes into his side, curling her fingers in his suit jacket. He kisses the top of her head.

“Hey, hey, Nads,” he murmurs, and she hums. “We’re married, baby. Like, for real married. You’re my wife now.”

She giggles again, feeling drunk already, though she’s only had a sip of this champagne. She thinks she might just be really happy. That feels good. “You’re my husband.” The word rolls off her tongue more easily than she expected. “This is fucking amazing.”

“What if we cancelled the reception?”

“We can’t do that, and you know it. All your famous friends are coming.” She tugs him in for a kiss, letting it linger. “Soon, though.”

They get to the reception—halfway through dinner, John Mayer gives a speech. Nadine was unprepared, but when he calls Shawn his son, she laughs, hard. Maybe she’s already drunk. The first dance happens and she’s not as nervous as she thought, though that’s definitely the alcohol, and also she can see Taylor Mason sitting at one of the tables, looking like the goddess she is, smirking into a wine glass. Nadine leans into Shawn, whispering. “I know we’re married, but Taylor Mason is here and ohmygodshesstillsohot so I think our relationship is over.” Shawn looks over, subtly, and bites his lip, nodding. “Oh she does look good. It’s done, Nads, it’s been a good ride.” They giggle to themselves, and he kisses her forehead. They’re kidding. Maybe. The night is a blur of alcohol and food and dancing and smashing cake in each other’s faces, and by the time they get to their hotel room, Nadine is exhausted. She’s standing in front of her mirror and she’s staring at herself, decidedly happy that she didn’t ditch her wedding dress for a cocktail dress and that Shawn’s still in his dress shirt and slacks when he comes up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and dropping his head on her shoulder because they look married.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Nads. I don’t think I got to tell you that. So fuckin’ pretty.” He kisses her neck, pulling back and resting his chin on her shoulder.

He’s staring at her through the mirror, and Nadine’s smiling back with the softest of smiles. That’s her husband standing behind her. She really married her best friend, and she really gets to see him smiling at her with her wedding band on his finger.

“I love you, Shawn.”

Shawn lets out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. His grin is cheesy when he says, “Oh, thank God. This whole thing would’ve been very awkward if you didn’t.”

“Oh, shut up, bitch.”

“That sure is a romantic way to begin a new, married life,” Shawn presses a kiss to her cheek, his grip around her waist only tightening. She melts into his hold. “You hear that, Nads? We’re married.”

“I can’t believe I said I do to your dumbass.”

“Hmm?” Shawn smirks against her cheek, and his fingers start dancing around her sides. Nadine squeaks, squirming under his grip. “So you don’t want to have amazing, post-wedding, pre-honeymoon sex with your husband?”

Nadine presses her lips in a firm line, trying to keep her giggles in. (Hint: She can’t). She toys with the ring on his finger, turning her head to kiss him square on the mouth, and mutters against his lips, “I do.”

“Not a dumbass anymore, am I?”

“No, you still are one,” She shakes her head, feeling his fingers fumble along her side for her zipper, “But I’m so in love with you that I’m one too, now.”

“Look at us. Two dumbasses in love.”

“Two dumbasses in love and about to fuck reallll good.”

“Oh,” Shawn bends, arms hooking under her thighs. When he all but throws her on the bed, Nadine shrieks, but it’s the giddiest kind and she’s the happiest she’s ever been, “Oh, I think I can take care of that.”

“S’why I married you, babe.”

“Nuh-uh,” Shawn leans over her, knee pressed into the mattress, and a curl breaks loose from his well-done hair, trailing loosely over her forehead. She twirls her finger around it, tugging at it so his head lowers, “I think you married me because we’re stuck together.”

“We are. Stuck together for life, baby.” She smirks, biting her lip. “Now, where were we, husband?”

She likes the sound of that.

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Beard Tickles

Summary: Clyde Logan is a kinky man and when he is reunited with his girlfriend she is fascinated by his new beard... (this is my first ever story posting!)

It was true what they said about the quiet ones, they were definitely kinkier- and Clyde Logan was a shining example of this. During his teen years he was hidden whilst his siblings reigned as a supreme beauty queen and legendary jock star. The giant of a teen would much rather be struck with some narrative about exploring the depths of a vibrant forest than getting drunk at a cramped house party. He got into the habit of mumbling his words and avoiding social interaction. So it was only natural for him to be intimated when some recruitment officers came in one assembly. Yet, whilst listening to the Officer talk, something clicked. His first instant connection was formed and he signed up as soon as he was 18 with an uncharacteristic urge to pounce into action. When finally deployed, the intense environment surrounding him didn’t suddenly turn him into Mr. Chatterbox but did help improve his communication skills.

While he still was a man of few words, this did not translate into his list of kinks. After dating him for 3 years you had accepted that being surprised in the bedroom was now a part of your lifestyle. For a regular man Clyde certainly wowed in every aspect. He could have you coming with a few delicate touches after an excessive amount of teasing. And oh god did he love to tease you. Your needy whines and desperate pleas only caused his ego (and hard cock) to grow enormously. Once, he caught you rambling to your friend about your bedroom activities whilst cooking him breakfast after an extremely hot and heavy night.

“I don’t know it’s.... like have you ever been with someone who met needs you didn’t even know you had? He just seems to know my every spot and desire.”

He spent the entire day and whole bar service that night grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

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So when you had to leave for 2 weeks it was certain you’d suddenly be lacking in orgasms. And whilst you jumped at the chance to be with your family to celebrate your mothers birthday, you couldn’t deny how much you had missed Clyde in every sense. His soft snuggles as he cuddled you first thing, the sweet kisses he pressed against your neck from behind as you made breakfast, the warming compliments he gave as you got dressed, the loving texts he sent whilst you were both at work, the hard grip of his rough hand against your inner thigh as you needily whimpered with his tongue greedily lapping up your juices that he insisted tasted as succulent as a fresh peach. You couldn’t lie, your own fingers weren’t long enough to be able to pleasure yourself like Clyde could so it left you unfulfilled- something you weren’t use to. All you wanted to do was rush home, into his muscular arms and be held tightly.

That feeling only increased when he told you he had come down with an illness. You could hear his course voice through the phone.

“Aww Clyde baby, I can come back if you need me to, you know that,” you softly told him, affection laced heavily in your words.

“Aw sweetheart, you don’t have to do that, I can’t be pullin’ ya away from ya mumma. I know how much ya miss her otherwise.” His southern twang was only emphasised by his dry throat. And whilst you feel down about his illness, his thick voice was causing you to grow slightly wet as you sat in your childhood bedroom. You sighed heavily before replying.

“Okay then, but if you start to feel any worse you get on the phone to me straight away Mr. Logan and I’ll be right back making you some chicken soup and nursing you better,” which causes him to chuckle and wheeze at the same time, increasing your worry slightly.

“I’m a grown man darlin’, I think I can take care of myself,” he stated cheekily.

“Oh Clyde I know how grown you can get, trust me,” you teased and smoothly wrapped up the conversation, allowing him a hopefully restful nights sleep.

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No matter if you had been away for 10 minutes or 10 days, coming back to Clyde’s trailer always made a rush of comfort spread throughout your body. It was the knowing safety that came with it that made you so content. And you rushed in as quick as you could, excited to see your handsome man after what had felt like an eternity apart. There was no obvious sight of him when you entered but heard mechanical humming coming from the bathroom so gently knocked on the door which was quickly flung open. You were then engulfed by muscular arms and lifted off of your feet only to be placed down on the edge of your bed. Before you could even say hello you felt his full lips press firmly against yours, causing you to smile widely.

“I missed you too,” you chuckled and blushed as you pulled apart.

“I can’t believe I didn’t even hear you pull up, damn electric razor too loud,” Clyde grumbled as he stood between your legs. It was then you took notice of his goatee. He’d grown it much thicker than usual and you were desperate to stroke it or have it buried between your legs, whichever came more natural.

“Well maybe you should kiss me some more to apologise that you weren’t standing there waiting for me,” you argued and Clyde was quickly persuaded as his lips met yours once again.

You could feel the hair on his chin tickling you gently and you reached a finger delicately up to trace it. The bristles felt unexpectedly soft to the touch- he must have started using the moisturiser you bought him for Christmas. His cheeks also felt smooth against your other hand as you gently grabbed his face as Clyde deepened the kiss. Yet as soon as you went against the grain, there was a rough prickly feeling against your fingertip. It was hard to choose a preference. He groaned and moved to kiss your neck.

“I didn’t realise you liked my beard so much baby,” He teasingly muttered against the skin, where he made sure to roughly tickled the sensitive skin there.

“Neither did I,” you murmured, half embarrassed, half too turned on to think properly.

“Mmmm, I grew it whilst I was ill and was missin’ you. I just sat here in bed, not moving, wishing my baby girl could come and look after me. You know how lost I am without ya,” Clyde responded as he moved to rest his forehead against yours and place his hand under your sundress, resting on your inner thigh.

“I did offer to come home,” you quickly retorted, still running your finger along his facial hair.

“I know, but whilst I was alone in this big bed, desperately needing ya, all I could do was imagine how badly my girl’s tight pussy needed a good poundin’” his sultry voice spoke. Oh god he was gonna be the death of you. All you could do was let your breathe hitch slightly in response.

Clyde practically ripped off all items of clothing, spinning you around by your waist and moving you to lie flat on your stomach. Your heart rate increased rapidly at his actions. It had barely been 15 minutes since you’d got in and he already had you naked, breathless and needy. You could feel his intense stare on your curves as he pondered over what fantasy to indulge in this time. Or was he creating one up on the spot? His actions always seemed so fluid, leading you to believe he’d been wondering about it for some time, carefully planning- yet each time he catered to your needs over his, sensing how you felt in the moment.

You felt a dip in the bed as he straddled you from behind, moving your hair to the side. His mouth rested next to your right ear where his hot breathe flowed, sending a chilling but indulgent shiver to every nerve in your body.

“Daddy’s missed you so much baby girl. I had to look at porn without ya but it was nothin’ compared to you,” Clyde began and you couldn’t hold back the soft little whimpers that escaped your mouth or the involuntary shuffling of your legs to feel something, anything, to ease the aching. “Now I got ya back here with me I just hav’ta run my face over ya entire body.” He didn’t give you time to respond as he placed his hand on the back of your hair and moved his head around the skin on your neck. The bristles of his beard tickling with a subtle callousness which was soothed by the gentle sucking of his plump lips and the stroking of your hair.

“Mmmm you like this don’t ya?” Clyde groaned desperately, eager for your response. You could only hum contently in response, too overwhelmed.

He then moved down to run his goatee and face against your shoulders and the space between, his hand grabbing your hips to keep you from squirming as much as you were. When he tilted his head to the side allowing you to feel the smoothness of his cheeks, juxtaposing the prickling of his facial hair. There was a quiet question raised at the back of your mind that you hardly noticed due to the sheer pleasure you were feeling: why was this so fucking hot right now? Was it Clyde’s possessive need for you? Your built up horniness? It was simply mind blowing. He traced down your spine, occasionally teasing your lower back, edging towards your ass cheeks.

“Being away from you has made me sex starved darlin’, so it’s only fair for daddy to tease you.” Clyde spoke seductively.

“Mmm daddy no, I’ve been so needy for you. My fingers weren’t long enough whilst I was away.” You impulsively responded causing him to chuckle smugly. You urgently needed more.

Somehow sensing this, he finally ran his beard against the tops of your ass cheeks, causing a deep gasp to be let out, your body reacting for you as you pushed yourself back into him. It was now Clyde’s turn to gasp and groan at your action.

“Fuck who needs porn when I’ve got this ass?” Clyde murmured against the skin there. He couldn’t help but spank you with as much force as he could generate, causing your back to arch as you let out a shocked whine at the pain. An animalistic moan deep from Clyde’s throat burst through his lips in return. The shaggy sensation of the hair on his chin had you irrationally bucking your hips to gain as much friction as possible. His face moved in circular motions making it impossible to keep your moans in, spurring Clyde on. Just when you thought you couldn’t be in more pleasure, a thick finger found your attentive throbbing clit, circled it and run up and down your folds.

“Oh shit, you’re so wet for me. Fuck you must love feeling daddy’s beard all over,” Clyde smugly stated but you could sense the need in his voice too. You pushed yourself back further into him.

“Please, please Clyde, I cant take it.” you said needily.

You should have felt more embarrassed at the tone of your voice but you were too far gone to be self aware. Hearing your desperation increased Clyde’s own need but he’d be damned if he didn’t carry this out properly.

“Trust me darlin’ I’m rock hard right now, but daddy isn’t finished so needs to show some self control,” he answered with a deep sigh following. He cruelly blew a hot breath directly against your pussy as he traveled past it, which had you crying out and gripping the pillow beside your head. His face buried into the top of your smooth thighs and calves. You were desperate for a more impactful feeling. It was sinful how good Clyde was a teasing you. He made it so easy to be so fucking filthy yet feel like pure heaven.

“Turn ‘round baby,” Clyde hurriedly demanded, and you weren’t one to deny. When you met his eye-line again, his gaze was almost blinding with intensity. You immediately bit your lips and stared up at him anticipating his next move whilst he drank you in. His hand wrapped round the back of your throat and moved down to greedily attack your lips. The kiss was red hot with passion and devotion to one another. Tugging at his long locks caused him to growl against your lips and finally pull apart and move towards your sternum, littering your chest with rough bites and beard burn all over your breasts. Your nipples immediately became hard against the course bristles, the unknown sensation quickly became one of your favourites. Clyde was growing impatient though and rubbed his fingers against your drenched pussy igniting loud whimpers from you. He had craved you whilst he’d been on his own having forgotten how shit being lonely was now that you were in his life. His lips slowly moved down, kissing all over your stomach as you raised your hips up.

“Does your pussy need me darlin’? Has daddy’s beard all over made you so wet?” Clyde asked as he looked upwards at you whilst resting at your pelvis.

“Fuck Clyde I need you in me now!” You moaned out, arching your back as it felt like all your nerves were on fire.

“All you had to do was say,” he muttered lowly and engulfed your clit in his mouth causing a long whine to escape your mouth as a single tear began to roll down your cheek. Your hips were bucking erratically whist your hands grabbed onto locks of his hair and Clyde moaned hungrily against you. An endless string of moans, whimpers, curses and even shrieks tumbled out of your mouth as you were devoured. The burn of thick facial hair against your inner thighs caused your orgasm to edge closer.

“Oh fuck this is too much. Daddy needs to fuck ya, I need ya soaking pussy now.” Clyde grumbled lustfully as he pulled both of your legs over his broad shoulders, spreading you open widely. He traced his thick cock over your entrance for a final teasing. Just as you were about to beg with all your might, he entered you fully causing all the air to be knocked out of your lungs. He threw his head back and growled deeply as his tip reached your hilt. Being encompassed by your warm pussy almost had Clyde instantly coming after the longing he felt whilst separated. God you were perfection. You instantly tightened as Clyde started moving, his pace unfaltering and hitting you as deep as possible.

“You’re never leaving daddy for that long ever again. Can’t handle being without ya delicious cunt.” Clyde grunted as he pounded you deeply. All you could do was scream in response, unable to even breathe let alone speak. It always astounded you how Clyde was able to give such amazing dirty talk whilst all you could manage was constant moaning.

His force caused your tits to bounce wildly and he reached up to pinch your nipple harshly. That’s what sent you over the edge. Your orgasm flooded his cock, bedsheets and your thighs.

“Fuck yes baby girl! Daddy makes you come so hard.” He groaned loudly, closing his eyes hard to concentrate on his looming release. Clyde was thrusting into you more irregularly and you were finally able to regain your voice.

“Mmm thank you daddy, cum for me now. Show me how much you missed me,” you spurred on knowing secretly how much he loved to be praised. As his thrusts deepened, making his balls were hitting against your skin, he shoved two fingers into your mouth. You sucked and swirled your tongue around them as if it was his own huge cock, eager to actually do that later as a reward.

“Fuuuuck I’m cummin’” Clyde whined and stilled inside you, shooting his cum into your already drenched pussy.

Clyde and you caught your breaths before he slowly pulled out, laying on his back against the bed that you were surprised was still standing. You moved to roll on top of him, your legs entangled together, head resting on his pecs, his hand stroking through your wild hair.

“You fucked me like you were worried I’d forgotten how dirty you were.” You laughed causing him to chuckle deeply and vibrate your whole body.

“Am I that transparent?” He replied in a mocking tone. “Nah I just missed ya darlin’ is all,” he smiled down at you. You got up to kiss him gently and lovingly, running your fingertips along his goatee for one last time (for now anyway).

“Ditto Mr. Logan, ditto.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

[eversincenashville-blog]

Sweet Little Girl

This is the gender reveal story!! I’m so excited for you to read this one!! Dad!Harry is on the rise, especially since everything is PINK!!! IT’S ABOUT TO GET REAL CUTE REAL QUICK :) xx

“Can you just imagine Harry’s face when you tell him? He’s going to be so happy.” Caroline smiled, setting herself next to you as you waited at the doctor’s office. You had really wanted Harry to be here for this special moment. The two of you had dreamed of it ever since you found out you were expecting.

“I wish he was here, I’m a little nervous,” you mumbled, bouncing your leg up and down, rubbing your tummy, feeling your little baby swim around inside you. “No offence, but I’d be much calmer with Harry here, but I’m glad you came with me.”

“Don’t apologize, love. I understand. I’d want Matt here with me as well. It’s his baby too, but it’s all going to be okay. He loves surprises and he will be so happy when you tell him.”

You wanted to not be so nervous. You wanted everything to go smoothly so you could hurry up and get back home in time for Harry. And, in all honesty, you wanted him with you. It was hard for the both of you the night before. Harry telling you he wouldn’t be able to make it to the appointment because of a last minute meeting Jeff had scheduled.

“What do you mean you can’t come? Harry, this is our baby. We’re finding out the gender of our baby tomorrow, and you’re not even going to come.”

“I am aware it’s our baby, YN. I want to be there with you so badly, it’s all I’ve been thinking about ever since we found out. However, Jeff scheduled this meeting at the last minute and I don’t have a choice.”

“Jeff can go fuck himself, Harry. You and I made this baby together, we deserve to find out together, and you’re choosing a meeting over your pregnant wife.”

“Babe, I don’t have a choice! This is my job! You knew all of this when you agreed to marry me. I’m trying to be a good husband and provide for my soon-to-be family. Look, I know it would be ideal for both of us to be able to be normal, and have a normal family and not travel a lot, but that’s not it. This is my life. It’s been this way since I was seventeen.”

“Fine, I’ll just get Caroline to go instead.”

“You and I can celebrate tomorrow night with whatever kind of pizza you want, and a nice bath, okay? We will talk about the nursery and what colors we want it to be and we can pick names, okay?”

“Mrs. Styles?” the nurse’s voice chirps, breaking you from your thoughts. You and Caroline stand to your feet and follow her to the assigned room for the two of you. After checking your vitals and making a bit of small talk, she leaves you both to wait for the doctor.

“What are you thinking about?” Caroline wondered, grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“What if it’s not healthy?” you rasped, staring at the wall behind her. “What if it has something wrong with it? What if Harry wanted a boy deep down, and it’s a girl? Or vice versa.”

“YN, stop.” she whispered, “Harry isn’t going to care what it is. He just wants you and Baby Styles to be healthy and happy.”

Before you could respond, the click of the door caught your attention, the doctor peeking her head in with a smile.

“Hello!” she sang, “how are you?”

“I’m a bit nervous to be honest, Harry isn’t here and I’m a bit worked up.” you murmured situating yourself on the table, raising your shirt up just enough to expose your belly.

“Oh, don’t be nervous! Today is the big day! You’ll get to surprise him when you get home.” she smiled as she spread the goo across your belly, placing the sensor on it and moving it back and forth.

“There’s Baby Styles! All ten tiny fingers and toes, cute little nose,” she smiled, making you and Caroline both smile. “Perfectly healthy.”

A silence fell in the room as all eyes were on the monitor, hearing your tiny baby’s heartbeat in the background. The baby moving around inside you as the doctor tried to get the perfect angle to reveal the gender.

One movement to the left revealed exactly that. Tiny legs spread perfectly on the screen.

“There it is, it’s a girl.” the doctor smiled. Tears began to fill your eyes. Your heart was beating in your chest. A girl. A perfect, sweet little girl. Your mind couldn’t help but go back to that moment, that night.

“Harry’s gonna-”

“Cry? Yes.” Caroline giggled.  

The doctor smiled as she took a snap of the ultrasound for you to show Harry when you got home. You couldn’t believe it. What was Harry going to think? What would he say? You couldn’t wait to get home. Your baby was healthy and even better a little girl, who you knew Harry would spoil rotten.

Leaving the doctor’s office you called Harry to make sure he was home from his meeting, dropping Caroline off back at her home. Arriving back at your home, you set your keys down on the table, the envelope with the ultrasound picture in your hand.

“Harry, I’m home,” you called, immediately hearing footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Hi beautiful,” he mumbled, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your forehead.

“How was the meeting?”

“Boring, I was thinking about you the whole time, hoping everything went well.” he smiled.

You gulped at the mention of the doctor’s visit, you were excited to tell him, yet nervous all at the same time. You were having a baby girl, and you knew Harry would be so in love with her already.

“I also was thinking about some names,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows and making you giggle. He led you into the living room and settled down next to you on the sofa.

“If it’s a boy, I kind of was thinking either Theo or Henry,” his cheeks turning a shade of pink as he spoke.

“And if it’s a girl?” you wondered, smiling at him.

“If it’s a girl I was thinking Charlotte or Nora, or Poppy, but you might not li-”

“I like Charlotte,” you interrupted.

“You do?” He wondered. A confused look on his face by your sudden response.

“Yeah, that would be the cutest name. We could call her Charlie for short.” You smiled, pausing for a moment as you pulled out the envelope containing the ultrasound.

“We’re going to need a lot of pink paint for the nursery.”

Handing him the picture of the ultrasound, Harry’s eyes grew wide. A smile clear on his face. Tears building up in his eyes as he opened the envelope, revealing his whole world in one picture.

“A girl?” He choked, looking up at you, grinning from ear to ear.

“A girl.” You confirmed, unable to control your grin.

Harry didn’t know what to say. His heart was pounding in his chest. His stomach fluttering with butterflies. He could just see everything panning out before him. His newborn swaddled tightly in a pink blanket. When she turned three, he would help her bake all kinds of sweet treats just like Anne did with him and Gemma. Her cute little squeals and laughs when they would have tickle fights. All of the dress ups and tea parties, he was a pro at that, having done it with Lux multiple times.

“Baby Charlotte…”

“Anne,” you grinned, “Charlotte Anne.”

Harry wiped away the tears that had began to fall down his cheeks. So overwhelmed and already so in love with his little girl. He was going to be outnumbered, but he didn’t even care. Placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry for not being there with you, love. I missed you and I’m a bad husband.” Harry mumbled.

“No, I’m sorry for getting so upset last night. I know your job is a little demanding, and our lives aren’t like everybody else’s and that’s okay.”

“I promise, we will do everything we can to give our little girl a normal life. I can’t wait to hold her and smother her with kisses. Watch her grow and enjoy life. You and I are going to be just fine being her mummy and daddy.”

“I can’t believe we’re having a girl,” you laughed, puckering up for a kiss.

“I’m more than ready, petal. Baby Charlotte will be so spoiled.”

Standing up from the sofa, positioning you between his legs as you stood before him, you ran your fingers through his hair. Harry placing kisses to your tummy as you scratched, lightly, down his scalp. 

“Charlotte, this is your daddy speaking,” cupping your perfectly round belly in his hands, while you giggled down at him. 

“I’m gonna need you to be a good girl in there okay? No funny business.” 

Charlotte began to kick frantically at the sound of Harry’s voice. 

“She’s kicking up a storm listening to you,” you smile as Harry looked up at you through hooded eyes. 

“I can’t wait to meet you sweet girl, you’re going to be so beautiful, just like your mumma, and when you lay eyes on her, you will fall in love with her let me tell yeh.” he smiled, rubbing around on the bump between your hips. 

“You already have so many people who can’t wait to meet you, little bean. Your mummy and I, well, we can’t wait to watch you grow big and strong, be who you want to be, and become a beautiful young lady one day. We love you, sweet girl, and we can’t wait to meet you.” 

[tiemeupspidey]

The White Place

Series: Can’t Help Falling in Love with You

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: The reader takes their son shopping, something happens causing their lives to change drastically.

Warnings: This series involves cancer topics so if you’re easily triggered don’t read or read it with caution and tissues.

Word Count:

A/N: Tissues may be needed,maybe not for you but I’m an emotional bitch lmao.

[Tom’s POV]

   Today was a chilly day in London, thankfully I’m home for a few weeks. I’m currently waiting for my next flight out for filming. Having this spare time was great to spend it with my family. I even got to take Jaxon to see his grandpa on stage. Even though he doesn’t know what he’s talking about ,Jaxon laughed whenever the crowd did.

 Heading down the stairs I put my phone in my back pocket. Tessa looking up from her position in her bed. Squatting down real quick I give her head a rub. She licks my hand as her tail thumps against the bed. Getting back up I head towards the kitchen. Tessa following me she runs towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going today babe?” I ask picking up Jaxon before Tessa knocks him over. He wraps his arms around my neck as I rest him on my hip. Her hair moving as she turns to the side a smile on her face seeing the both of us.

“I’m taking Jax to go shopping to buy him some new clothes, he starts school in two weeks” her lips give my cheek a quick peck as she comes around the kitchen island.

“I’m e-excited for school daddy.. Can I bring you to show and tell?” Jaxon asks reaching up to play with my curls. His little hands running through my locks getting lost in there. He loved to mess with my curls, his curls were getting long like mine.

“Of course as long as I’m not busy with work, If not I’ll let you bring something Spider-Man esque that no kid has okay?” I try and reason with my three and a half year old. He quickly nods in agreement kissing my cheek

“What time is your interview baby?”

“Uh, in about an hour? I should head out soon though cause it might take awhile to get to their studio” I answer setting Jaxon down in his chair.

“I’m going to miss you like always” she smiled brushing her fingers against my cheek. Grasping her hand I give it kisses then plant one on her lips.

“I love you Mrs. Holland” I grin snaking my arms around her waist. The warmth of her body spreading to mine.

“I love you Mr. Holland,now you better get going so you won’t be late” she turns handing me my watch that was on the counter. 

“Thanks darling, you picked my favorite watch” I grin looking at the face of it gliding my thumb over it. The silver glistening in the kitchen light when I moved it. The bands cool metal felt good against my wrist as it slid on.

“I know it’s your favorite cause I got it” she giggles flipping her hair over her shoulder. God I love this woman.

“Bye lad, see you later” Leaning down I give Jaxon a kiss on the head before heading out on my way.

-

[Reader’s POV]

“C’mon my little star, let’s head inside so you don’t catch a cold” I say as I zip Jax’s jacket up. Picking him up and my purse I close the car door with my heel. Jaxon wraps his arms around my neck as he buries his face in the crook of it.

“Mumma it’s c-cold” Jaxon whispers as his teeth chatter. Walking quicker out of the parking lot as he says that.

“I know baby, we’ll be inside in just a minute” pressing a kiss to his head that was covered by a Spiderman hat.

“You’re so warm” his breath puffing against the base of my neck. A small smile spreads on my lips as I see the front of the mall. Thank god cause it was fucking cold.

   Walking in I keep his face shielded from the wind. Entering the building I sigh in relief setting Jaxon down. He grabs your hand immediately looking around at his surroundings. Taking off your sunglasses and put them away. A small wave of nausea and fatigue hit you randomly. Looking down seeing Jaxon’s smile makes you suck it up and walk where he tugs you.

“Mumma look at that !” Jaxons little body guides you towards a store a smile on your face seeing his happiness.

“C’mon love we can head here after we get some of your clothes first” I try and reason with him from the look he gives me. He nods as you make your way to a children’s clothing store. 

“Mumma what’s that b-bruise from?” His hand pulls your arm down,eyes examining your purple blotched skin.Pulling your sleeve down you laugh nervously.

“I’m just a bit clumsy is all don’t worry” you smile leaning down to kiss his head. You yourself don’t even know how they got there.

-

“C’mon my little star let’s head this wa-” your sentence being cut off by the sudden wave of dizziness that hits you. Your hand drops the bags that you held. The sound of them clattering made Jaxon look up at you.

“Mumma?”

“I-I’m fin-” the room spins as your body slams onto the floor. The room was spinning as pain took over your body. All you could see was Jaxon looking down at you. His mouth moving but you could barely make out what he was trying to say to you. Your eyes close after a pain errupted in your body.

[Jaxon’s POV]

“Mumma! Please wake up!” I cry out shaking her body. Tears filled my eyes when she wouldn’t move.Looking up I see people looking over.

“Mumma!” my little voice seeming so loud but she won’t move.

“Hello love, let’s call from some help okay?” a woman speaks to me kneeling down. The man next to her on the phone talking to someone.  A crowd of people starts to form around us making me scared.

“What’s your name love?” she asks pulling into her lap.

“Ja-Jaxon Holland.. My daddy is Spider-Man and is at work..” looking over at my mumma as someone is trying to wake her up. Their fingers being placed on her neck.

“I’m Rosalina, nice to meet you Jaxon.. Do you know why your mum fell?”

“N-no.. we were sho-shopping for school stuff” Her fingers wipe away my tears like how mumma does it when I get a boo boo. My eyes locked on the men in matching clothes flash a light in her eyes. The other men lifting her onto a bed cart thingy.

“Jaxon look at me love, you say your daddy is Spider-Man? Do you know his phone number maybe he can swing his way to the hospital so he can be there when you get there” I nod reaching over she grabs mumma’s phone out of her limp hand. Taking it I swipe it open and poke the numbers.

Holding up her phone to my ear I hear it ringing. Praying daddy will answer it in time.. Mumma needs him,now. Hiccuping through my tears as I see mumma still as a rock. The ringing stops and Daddy’s voice fills my ears.

“ ‘Ello Darling, you and Jax having fu-”

“D-Daddy.. Mumma won’t wake up.. Sh-she fell and wouldn’t wake up when I sho-shook her” my voice wavering as I spoke.

“Jax where are you?” Daddy asks his voice sounding worried.

“Uh p-people are taking mumma on a bed cart thing, I’m sc-scared daddy” more tears form in my eyes as they start taking her away. Rosalina takes my free hand as we follow them. The man next to her carrying the bags mumma was holding.

“She’s going to be okay Jax, I’m heading to the hospital now so I’ll see you there okay?” 

“Okay Daddy.. I love y-you” I say as Rosalina sets me into the big car. The man coming in right after her with our stuff.

“I love you more Jax, See you soon” the line goes dead when he hangs up.

“Jaxon love, how bout you tell me about your mum” Rosalina says with a small smile, her hands holding onto my shaking ones. The men in matching clothes hook mumma up to wires and poke her with needles. Looking away I look back at Rosalina.

“My mumma is the greatest, Daddy says he loves her more but I love her most..” a smile forming on my face. 

-

[Tom’s POV]

“I have to leave now, I’m sorry for this but my wife is being taken to the hospital and my son needs me” my voice wavering a bit as I explain the situation to the interviewer.

“My thoughts go to your family, go Tom .. your son is probably waiting for you” the interviewer hands me my jacket which I quickly grab. Waving goodbye I head out the door running towards my car.

   The drive to the hospital felt like time slowed down. My heart was hammering in my chest as nerves took over. I can’t even imagine the trauma Jaxon is experiencing from seeing that happen. Of course I didn’t expect for this to happen, she’s seemed fine. Maybe she just didn’t tell me this whole time and just say to me she’s “Fine.”

   When I reached the hospital I turned quickly into the parking lot. Parking my car I turn the engine off getting out. Jogging towards the emergency room doors they automatically slide open. The air in my lungs felt constricted from the cold air.  Once inside I head to the front desk. Leaning down to the microphone that was placed in the glass window.

“My wife, she’s here last name is Holland.. Where is she being held?” my breath coming out heavy as my hand shakes by my side.

“Mr. Holland, she’s in the ICU.. let me take you to her” the nurse presses a button causing the door near her office to open.

   Following her down hallways that seemed like a complete blur. The hallways reminding me of a labyrinth and in the center was my wife and son. We take an elevator up a couple of floors. The nurse walks quickly out of the elevator with me right on the back of her heels. We pass by a couple glass windows that showed other patients in there. She points to a room that had it’s curtain pulled out. Heading into the room I see Jaxon sitting in a chair next to a man and woman. His head pops up once I close the door. A smile on his face as he gets off the chair running towards me.

“Daddy you’re here!” his little body crashing into my open arms. Holding him tight to my body I press a kiss to his head of curls.  I’m so glad he’s safe.

   Picking him up I hold him on my hip as he wraps his arms around my neck. Looking to the right I see my beautiful wife connected to wires and a breathing mask. My heart clenching at the sight, it was so painful to look at. Hearing footsteps I look over to see a woman now in front of me.

“Hello Mr. Holland I’m Rosalina and this is my husband Landon, Jaxon told us quite a bit about you while you were on your way over.. If you ever need anything from us give us a call” her wrinkles crinkling as she gave me a small smile. She places a piece of paper in my hand that I stick in my jacket pocket. Before they leave I thank them for staying with Jaxon.

“Daddy.. This place is so white..Even the doctors wear white” he whispers reaching up playing with a lock of my curls.

“This white place is going to take care of mumma and find out what’s wrong” I say wiping a stray tear that slipped down his cheek.

“Excuse me, Mr. Holland I presume?” the doctor asks entering the hospital room. Nodding I reach out shaking his hand.

“What did the tests say? Is she going to be okay?” I ask setting Jaxon down on the couch that was in the room. Taking off my jacket I lay it over his body. His head was resting against his mum’s purse.

“Mr. Holland you might want to sit down” he suggests walking on the opposite side of her bed. Taking a seat I grab onto her cold hand that’s normally warm to the touch.Looking up at the doctor he flipped a paper over his clipboard.

“Your wife has a serious progressive cancer Mr. Holland, we have to start treatment right away… The cancer is called Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, A.L.L for short.. we will keep her here till she is stabilized then start chemo treatments as soon as possible. I know it’s a lot to digest but for her sake she is going to need all the support you and your son can give her..”

 “C-Cancer?” I ask in disbelief, no she can’t be sick. She’s been healthy for so long, how could this happen? The silence that spread in the room was deafening. Her heartbeat monitor was piercing my ears as it beeped through the silence.

“Yes, the sooner we treat it the better chance she has at survival.. If you would have brought her any later in this following week her body would have been swarmed with white blood cells and would have naturally died from it..” 

“Could J-Jaxon have it?” I ask looking over at my now sleeping son. His chest rising and falling, he looked so innocent and pure.

“We can do tests if you would like.. I will be back soon to see if she wakes up,if you have anymore questions you can call for a nurse so they can get ahold of me” the doctor excuses himself closing the door behind him.

“Darling.. Please w-wake up, I can’t do this without you” Tears form in my eyes as I look at her sleeping body. Sitting up I press a gentle kiss to her forehead.  Holding her cold hand to my chest hoping I could warm it up.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.. Here we are.. Every moment that passes I can’t help but recall all the moments we shared.. Darling y-you have to get through this, not just for me but for Jaxon too… he needs his mother” My lips press kisses to her hand as tears dripped down. I could feel my cheeks become damp as the tears continued to fall. I felt hopeless without her, she is everything to me.

    A hole in my chest growing as I looked at her chest rise and fall slowly. All I wanted was for her to wake up and for life to go back to normal. Yet I knew the journey wouldn’t be the same from here on out. Like the doctor said she’s going to need us more than ever now, and that’s what we will do.

Want a part two? Lemme know xx

[h-styles-babes]

No Control | Twenty-Nine

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

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TWENTY-NINE

I sleep in the guest room in Harry’s home that night. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, considering the last time I was here, I was sleeping in his bed, intimately tangled with him, and having copious amounts of sex with him, any of those times which resulted in the conception of the child that now resides in my womb. Which is a weird thing to think about, because our lives could not be any different than back in August. 

Thankfully, Little Bean seems to have calmed down in time for me to go to sleep, which means I fall asleep faster and stay asleep longer than I had the night before. And while I feel more rested when I wake up in the morning, I’ve still got a weird feeling in my chest that things are not as they should be. I suppose my memories of the previous time that I’ve been in this home are making it a little difficult for me to reconcile the capacity in which I’m here now. It probably doesn’t help that my feelings for Harry haven’t really changed since the last time I was here. I can’t exactly act on those feelings anymore, though. 

So, I tiptoe around Harry as he makes some tea for the both of us and tells me that Grimmy wants to see us today. I’m a little surprised that Grimmy knows I’m here, too, considering he hadn’t told his family that I was coming yesterday, but then again, Nick is a little less affected by the pregnancy than his family. I briefly wonder if he’s told his old bandmates about what’s happening, but I figure that if he hasn’t told his manager yet, he’s keeping the information on a need-to-know basis for the time being. I know everyone’s going to be privy to this information eventually, but I’m quite enjoying the quietness of the whole thing so far. I know I have to brace myself for the time when the whole world knows, but I’ll take the peace while I can get it for now. 

As Harry gets some sort of breakfast ready, I head back up to the guest room to change out of my pyjamas. I pull on black leggings that fit comfortably over the bump and a red jumper that is cozy and warm and actually still fits me. I’ve been extremely reluctant to buy maternity clothes, just because I know it’s all going to be over soon enough. I’ve used the hair tie through the button hole trick as much as I can, and I’ve taken to wearing stretchy materials or baggier shirts in order to get through this without buying something new. I’ve also taken a new liking to dresses, since they all fit as long as the waistline isn’t too low and they don’t require me to wear bottoms. I have bought one pair of maternity shorts however, and that was only because the weight I gained in my hips made it impossible for me to wear the pairs that I already own. 

I have a grey poncho thing to go with the outfit if it’s necessary, but I leave it laid out on the bed for now, since it’s warm enough in Harry’s home to go without it. There’s a chime that sounds throughout the house, indicating that there’s someone requesting entry at the gate. Harry opens some app on his phone that allows him to view out onto the camera that’s at the gate, and a little smile quirks on his lips as he taps some button.

“Nick’s here,” he announces. He’s already dressed, as well, and I can smell something good in the kitchen. The griddle out on the stove top and the syrup on the counter tells me that he’s made pancakes, and my mouth waters a little.  

“Have you told him?” I ask as I grab a stack of plates out of the cupboard. I’m a little shocked by my own comfort in getting the dishes in his home, but I brush it off quickly. It may have been a while since the last time I was here, but we had spent a lot of time here, so I knew the lay out of the kitchen pretty well. I didn’t want to think too much into it.

“No, he just knows you’re here. Figured I’d tell him in person, otherwise he’d be yelling my ear off over the phone.”

“So you rather him yell your ear off in person? Where I now have to deal with him, too?” I ask over a chuckle. “At least you can hand up on him over the phone. Can’t do that when he’s in your house.”

Harry pauses as he hears his front door open. “You’re right. I didn’t think this through.”

I laugh as the door closes again, and the house is suddenly filled with Nick’s distinctive voice.

“Is that the lovely Micky I hear? Now that’s a laugh I’ve missed. Harry’s is so annoying. Your’s is like a delicate little chime. So beautiful.”

“Hey!” Harry protests, pouting at Nick as he rounds the corner into the kitchen space. “Made you breakfast and the first thing you do is insult my laugh. Not very nice. Don’t think you deserve pancakes, mate.”

“I’m just kidding, young Harold. Your laugh is adorable. Especially your little cackle,” Nick appeases, patting Harry’s cheek as he walks by. 

I giggle as I place two pancakes on my plate. Nick is approaching me fast for a greeting, and I’m somehow calm about him finding out about the pregnancy. There’s no pressure with him finding out, I suppose. With Gemma and Anne there’d been the anxiety about how they were going to react because they were directly affected by the news. They’re the baby’s aunt and gran, after all. Nick is just the equivalent of a goofy uncle that’s not actually related to anyone, though, so the pressure of telling him is minimal. I know he’s going to take it in stride, maybe rib Harry a little bit, and then go on about how the baby is going to be the most spoiled little thing with Harry as a dad and all his famous friends. Nick is easy, and it’s a relief after how yesterday went.

“Oh, Micky, how I’ve missed your pretty face,” Nick sighs. I’m partly hidden behind the counter, so he’s still grinning as he gets closer. “Look at you, all glowing and tan. What do they put in the water in California? I need me some of it if it makes you look this good.”

“What water?” I ask with a scoff, referencing the current drought the state is in. 

“Ooh, yeah, forgot about that,” he grimaces. “Sun is doing you good, though. Not that you’re not beautiful when you’re pale from dreary old England, but a tan is making you all golden. You tan even better than Styles does.”

“Thanks. Took me awhile to build up to this without burning right away,” I admit.  

“Well, you look amazing,” he decides. “Come give me a hug. Haven’t seen you in forever, babe.”

I see Harry behind Nick, his stance a little stiff at the request. For once, I’m not worried, though, so I round the corner of the island and smile at Grimmy, who’s mouth drops open when he looks me over. 

A startled laugh bursts from his mouth, and his hands automatically shoot up to clamp over it, stifling the sound. I can’t help but laugh at him and his reaction. “Fuck me,” he laughs, dropping his hands to lay them on my shoulders. “Holy shit. Look at you. Gonna be a mumma soon.” He pulls me into a hug, careful not to squish the tummy too much. “You did this, I’m assuming.” he asks, turning to peer over his shoulder at Harry. 

“You say that like I did it on purpose.”

“You shagged her on purpose, right?”

Harry scoffs. “Well, yeah, that wasn’t an accident.”

“Sex makes babies, Harold.”

Nick sounds like a mum, and I am living for it.

“I understand that, Nicholas,” Harry sighs like he’s exasperated, even though there’s a small smile pulling at his lips. No matter how much Nick teases him, I think the ribbing is making him feel a little better.

“This is why it’s easier to be gay. No unplanned pregnancies.” 

“Gay sex!” I exclaim like it’s just dawned on me. “Should’ve considered that sooner. Would have kept me out of trouble.”

“You enjoy cock too much to have gay sex,” Harry argues before realizing what it is he’s said. As soon as he processes the words, his hand slaps over his mouth and his eyes widen as he looks between me and Nick guiltily.

Nick bursts out laughing, leaning into my side. I can’t help but chuckle at Harry’s outburst too, not having expected it from him ever. The only time I have ever heard him utter the word ‘cock’ is in reference to his own and said cock was doing very pleasurable things to my body. Hearing it so casually fall from his mouth is quite humourous, even if he was taking the mick out on my sexuality. 

“You’re not wrong,” I admit with a shrug once Nick’s laughter has calmed to short little chortles. “I was quite partial to yours, as well.” That just sets Nick off on another cackling fit.

“I am so sorry,” Harry urges. “I don’t know where that came from.”

“You’re sexually frustrated, mate,” Nick insists. “Haven’t gotten laid in forever, now Mick’s here in your house, looking all fit and carrying your child. Don’t know if you two are fucking again, but you should be. Can’t imagine your hormones aren’t begging for it, too,” he adds, looking at me.

While he’s not wrong—my hormones have me constantly fired up and begging for some sort of sexual contact—I’m not about to tell Nick that in front of Harry. We may have had sex—amazing sex, at that—together once upon a time, but we’re not in that space anymore. Being pregnant and by myself was bad enough, but now being around the extremely attractive father of my unborn child regularly has made it even worse. The shower head at my flat has gotten a lot of work recently, and I’ve already gone through a new change of batteries on the vibrator I keep in my bedside drawer since Harry re-entered my life. 

“We are not having this conversation.” Harry shakes his head.

“He gets pissy when he’s horny,” Nick stage whispers to me, looking very pointedly at Harry.

Harry flushes a pink tinge as he huffs. “I do not get pissy,” he objects. “I just don’t think discussing our sex lives is great breakfast conversation.”

“It’s only not good breakfast conversation because you’re not getting laid,” Nick protests.

“Yeah, well neither are you!”

Nick opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off, desperately needing the back and forth to end. My stomach is growling with hunger and I really just want the pancakes and to enjoy my last day in London before flying back to LA. 

“Alright, alright. None of us are getting laid, which sucks, but such is life when you’re an international pop star, a gay man, and a pregnant woman. Now, can we please eat? The little girl is getting hungry, and when the little girl is hungry, mummy is hungry.”

Nick’s face softens as he peers down at me. “It’s a little girl?” he coos. I nod. “Aw, Harry, you’re gonna have a little girl to spoil! Gonna have daddy wrapped around your little finger, aren’t ya?” Nick cradles my stomach as he continues to coo in conversation to our unborn child.

When I look to Harry over Nick’s head, he’s grinning softly, a sort of awed expression on his face as his eyes graze over my stomach. I know how scared he’s been since finding out that he’s going to be a father, but in that moment I see the excitement and love he already has for his daughter, and my heart flutters a little at the thought.

His eyes flick up to mine and his smile widens. I smile back, bottom lip tucked between my teeth. No matter how tough navigating all this may be, I have a good feeling that we’ll be okay.

Nick somehow convinces us to go out and enjoy the relatively nice day in London. He assures both Harry and me that you can’t see my belly when I put on the poncho and keep it relatively closed in the front. So, with that little bit of persuasion, Harry drives us out to the center of the city where Nick wants to do some shopping, and even though Harry says he’s not going to buy anything, I already know he can’t pass up the opportunity if we’re in a Gucci store.

As soon as we’re out of the car and strolling down the street, a small group of girls and what appears to be their mum approach Harry and Grimmy, asking for photos. I offer to take the photo like I’m used to doing at this point, but the mum shrugs me off politely and takes it herself. I stand on the sidelines and watch as Harry and Nick talk to the girls and pose for photos, all smiles, peace signs and thumbs up. I see the girls eyes flick to me every once in a while, and I’m sure the news of Harry and I hanging out together in London will be on Twitter as soon as they walk away. 

We get to the Gucci store without anymore stops, and I have a good time watching Nick and Harry bicker back and forth about what items look good and what’s going to be big this summer, like they’re actually knowledgable and don’t just throw on whatever they think looks good. Nick teases Harry about some of the shirts he picks out, even though he then proceeds to grab ones that look shockingly similar. When I chuckle, they both throw playful glares at me, and I just shrug.

When we finally leave Gucci—Harry having bought five shirts after he very explicitly said he wasn’t going to buy anything—Nick spies a store front and quickly darts across the street.

“Where are you going?” Harry calls.

“Store!” he calls back. “You two stay over there! Go into Coach or something. Micky could use a new purse.”

“Hey!” I protest, looking at the purse hanging from my elbow. “This is Burberry. Trev bought it for me.”

“Fine, no purse! Just go do something!” He disappears into the store, and when I look up at the name of the shoppe, I realize why he doesn’t want Harry and I coming after him. It’s very obviously a baby store, one that is designer, I’m assuming.

Harry shakes his head and wraps an arm around my shoulder to usher me into a cafe. “Want some tea or something?” he asks.

“What tea doesn’t have caffeine in it?” I ask.

“Forgot that you’re not supposed to have caffeine,” he mutters. “Herbal teas. Chamomile and such.”

I nod. “Chamomile sounds good. Better get Grimmy something, too.”

“True. Such a damn drama queen,” he gripes with a fond smile. I go to grab a table while Harry orders, and when he comes to join me Nick walks through the door, an obscenely large green bag hanging on his arm with his just as large Gucci bag, a triumphant smile on his face.

“What have you done?” I ask as soon as he takes one of the vacant seats at the table.

“Figured since I probably won’t see you until after the baby is born, I’d be a proper uncle now,” he nodded once. 

“Buying the whole bloody store was necessary?” I ask, peering at how the bag is pretty much overflowing.

“Well, I had to get things in different sizes, Micky. Babies grow, ya know?”

“You’re ridiculous,” I mutter as Harry comes back to the table with our drinks. 

“What have you done?” he asks as he sees the large bag by Nick’s side.

Once Nick gives the same explanation that I received, we fall into comfortable conversation about what’s been happening lately. I ask Nick how everything’s going with BBC. I obviously don’t get the station in America, and the time difference is too big for me to stay up and live stream it when it airs. I get snippets of it from YouTube videos and on Twitter, but other than that, I’m pretty much out of the loop. 

He regales me with stories of different interviews and ridiculous things he’s seen over the last few months, and both Harry and I are laughing so hard we’re crying at one point. Nick is an amazing story-teller and makes everything ten times funnier just by his own reactions to things. I always knew he had an amazing personality, just from listening to the Breakfast Show and being a fan of Harry’s, but actually speaking to him and getting to know him is so much better than I could’ve imagined. 

I’m wiping away the last of my tears, still slightly giggling, when I look out the shoppe windows, and my laughter immediately stalls.

“Harry,” I mutter. 

He’s still chuckling slightly when he looks at me, a question in his eyes. I nod my head toward the window, urging him to look. When he sees the small crowd of paps waiting on the sidewalk, his face automatically drops into a scowl. “Fucking hell.”

Nick looks over his shoulder to where Harry and I are looking, and, in typical Nick fashion, comes back with a joke. “Jesus. Don’t know why they swarm places like this. I’m not even that famous. Need to get off my dick.”

I choke out a laugh, and Harry flashes a bit of a smile before pursing his lips. “Let me ask the owner if there’s a back way out.”

“There’s only a few of them, Haz,” Nick reasons. “Plus, it’s not like they can’t see you disappear into the back. Whole storefront is pieces of glass.”

“I just don’t want Micky to have to deal with this,” Harry sighs.

“I’ll be fine,” I assure. “Done it before, yeah?”

“Yeah, but you weren’t six months pregnant, then,” he grumbles. Nick gives him a withering look, and Harry groans. “Fine. But stay next to me. We’ll get to the car as fast as possible.”

“Try not to make headlines this time, yeah?” Nick suggests teasingly, referring to the last time Harry and I got caught in a crowd of paps. Harry yelling at the photographer after one had touched me while we were exiting Nick’s party back in August made news in just about every major gossip rag, and I even saw it on TMZ when I got back to the states. The media had let it go pretty quickly, but I wasn’t blind to the comments from fans about how they were freaking out that Harry had called me his girl and I had been spotted with him several times, both in London and in New York. I stopped paying attention, so I don’t know how long all that lasted, but it was sure to pick back up again now that Harry and I were being seen together again.

“Fuck off,” Harry bit out, a smirk softening his words. Nick just cackled a little as he grabbed his bags and helped me out of my chair.

“Stay between Harold and me, yeah? Try to keep you hidden a bit, babe.”

So, as we headed out, Harry walked out first, my hand clutched in his as Nick walked out behind me, hands on my shoulders to keep the paps away from us. They all shouted Harry’s and Nick’s names as we walked by, making comments to Harry about the band’s hiatus and asking who I was. I kept a hand clutched to the poncho I was wearing, keeping the front closed to keep the bump concealed, praying that they didn't get any photos where it was obvious that I was pregnant. I knew it would come out at some point, but I wanted there to be just a little more time before then.

The paparazzi presence isn’t as crazy in England as it is in America, which is one thing that I’m grateful for. There are only a handful of people wielding cameras outside the cafe, and Harry appeases them by asking how their days are and wishing them good ones when we get through them. When someone shouts to ask who I am, he very coldly remarks, “Don’t worry about it, mate,” not even turning to look at who asked. 

When we finally round a corner and get rid of the small swarm, Harry pulls me into his side, arm around my waist. Nick saddles up to my other side, seeming to still protect me even after we made it out of the mess. 

“You alright?” he asks, checking me over with his eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m alright, Harry,” I confirm. “That was nothing compared to how they were in New York.”

My mention of the constant attention and harassment I was getting when I returned to New York after my time in England with Harry last time has him pursing his lips. I’m sure he saw how bad it was online and through videos I know got uploaded to YouTube and Twitter and the like. Not to mention, we’d talk about it back when we were still talking, and he had been particularly furious about it then, so I’m sure his feelings about it hadn’t changed. Like I said, paps in America are a lot more bold than they are in the UK.

“Come, on, let’s get home. We’ve got a flight in a few hours.”

THIRTY

[imagine-that-one-thing]

It would be so cute if Harry had to take the baby to the office because he was home alone while Elle is running errands and Niall calls him with some kind of emergency and when he walks in with a baby carrier Niall is like "Is today bring a cute baby to work day and I didn't get the memo?" And he just takes the carrier from Harry "come on Styles junior, let's get this mess sorted out" and Harry is like "Niall I want my baby back!" "Nope!" "Elle will hunt you down and go all mumma bear on you"

Oh my goodness that's the cutest thing!!! Harry's rocking the baby with his foot as he sits at his desk, trying to get things done so he can leave the office early for once and just spend a lazy afternoon with the his baby girl. He looks down at her as she makes a few baby noises, her bright eyes staring up at him as her hands reach up and play with the dangling baby toys that keep her occupied 9 times out of 10. The door to the office creeks open and Niall steps in quietly his eyes noticing the small baby carrier as his lips stay purses, unsure of whether the baby is asleep or not. "She's awake, come on in." Harry gestures with his hand and Niall steps closer, "Aww, did I miss the memo on being cute babies to work?" Niall grins, placing a stack of papers on the desk, "Were you going to bring a cute baby too?" Harry chuckles, reaching over for the papers, "mate, I'm meant to leave in a few minutes. I can't handle this meeting, I have my baby," harry sighs and Niall shakes his head, "Come on Styles Junior, let's sort this out and have a meeting, ey?" Niall presses his hand around the handle of the baby carrier, picking it up and stepping away."Niall, give me back my baby," harry chuckles, rolling his eyes, "No can do. We gotta get this done. Come on Daddy Styles, don't make me hijack the meeting and your baby." Niall smiles, placing the carrier on the desk and carefully pulling the little girl out, "hey little styles, are you okay with Niall holdin' yeh through the meeting for your Daddy?" Niall smiles, settling the baby in his arms comfortably. "Elle will hunt you down and go all mummy bear on you." "Ill be right beside you," Niall smiles, "I can't do it on my own unless you want me to fuck up." "Little ears Niall," harry scolds, "but fine, we can't tell Elle, she made me promise to call her if anything came up.. I don't want to bug her, so as far as she knows, this meeting never happened." Harry stands to his feet and adjusting his tie before taking his little girl back into his arms, "one last cuddle before you're stuck with this one for a while," harry playfully nudges Niall, "now, you have to be really good and watch Niall for me, he can get off track in meetings sometimes, especially if there's something as pretty as you in the room," Harry coos, cuddling his little one while he walks out of the office, Niall sighing heavily, trying not to laugh at Harry's sense of humour. Xx