#how to avoid a fucking fiance

[tinkertailorsoldierguy]

i switched to capcut to make gifs and it has an AI transcribing feature that is very confused probably by most things but especially by the accents in slow horses and i just wanted to share some of the most ridiculous transcriptions it came up with:

real

river: *walks into bathroom to find his grandfather holding a rifle standing next to an unidentified bloody corpse*

river: oh wow, i love it

not enough people compliment river's tough balls, so he has to do it himself

"these are bad people, river, please" = "it's about people, red police"

spider's sister = a tall bitch, no wonder he hates her

"don't show one to the head" = gunshot wound to the head

Upshott's famed Lysol Well

"how'd you know my y-fronts are nylon" = "as you know, my wife, france and nylon"

"shut down slough house", either that or he's a surprise anti-shipper

DON'T BLOW YOUR CUPBOARD

and some of the names it came up with:

catherine sandwich/catherine stylish, spanish/standard/sammy (standish), katrina (catherine), with a cart right/riverkat right, dave a cart right/david car ride, can't write/cart writes (cartwright), m my five, lamp/ma'am (lamb), passion (pashkin), the reason (louisa), marcus long bridge, surely (shirley), shirley dancer, minnie harper, selfie (duffy), the keyboard/the keeper (dickie bow), pop off (popov), ingrid tiani

[pr]

its sooooo embarrassing for me hearing the coworker next to me's computer constantly ping with teams message notifications 😭 like theres no way they dont have a group chat without me but like also 1. is this high school did yall REALLY need to make a separate group chat to be silly without the weird girl 2. why cant being quiet and weird just be something you tolerate instead of excluding me bc of it like i dont understand am i being rude for being socially anxious like is it really THAT bad jesus

[heavenbarnes]

Thinking of being Ghost's fiance and making invite the 141 over for dinner to finally meet them and he begrudgingly accepts because anything to make u happy and they're still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that he's engaged

mmm omg your mind 🫶🏼

finally getting older bf!simon to have the 141 around your dinner was the equivalent of pulling teeth.

come to think, pulling teeth would’ve been easier.

“well fuck me for wanting to meet the people the man i’m marrying spends 90% of his time with”

“sweet’art y’know i don’t like bringing work ‘ome”

then you’d gone and put your hands on your hips with just one (1) eyebrow raised-

and the lads were knocking at his fucking door.

“gidday- don’t fuckin’ start w’me”

“some bloody way to greet y’guests, big man”

as he corralled all their snide little remarks about “didnae know ye’ owned a nice shirt” everyone managed to find their best behaviour upon your appearance.

it might’ve had something to do with the stunned silence.

when he’d begrudgingly invited them, they’d all been in a little bit of shock- first of all, ghost had a fiancé? second of all, ghost is letting us into his home?

then it all round off with, third of all-

ghost’s fiancé was a fucking looker, that’s for sure.

sweet, nice, bloody easy on the eyes- how the hell had he managed that?

you were just happy to meet the closest things to friends that simon had.

price took lead by drawing you into a hug, thanking you for your hospitality. followed closely by a sweet talking gaz who was already making your cheeks warm with his manners.

naturally, johnny had to chime in with some stupid little-

“nae wonder L.t disnae want us knowing about ye’, i’d keep ye’ all t’maself too”

he’s too slow to avoid simon’s flat palm coming up the side of his head, but it doesn’t dissuade him much.

he’s peachy fucking keen to meet you.

simon eats his tea with a tense jaw, rolling his eyes every time someone makes you laugh a little too long, tells another ‘embarrassing’ story about him.

he also keeps his palm firmly on your knee, nervous twitch of a thumb running circles over your skin.

when you pop out to the kitchen to fix dessert, they’re on him like starved dogs.

“all this time and not so much as a bloody photo?”

“kinda’ photos i’m gettin’ aren’t f’you lots eyes”

johnny nearly falls out of his seat.

you can hear them whispering all the way from the kitchen, for a bunch of SAS guys- they’re not very subtle.

simon’s got one ear on the shit chatter coming from his team and the other on the kitchen, waiting for the slightest sign that he might be able to join you.

it comes- in the form of a gasp from you followed by “ow fuck”

simon’s out of his seat like a bullet.

“what’s wrong- what ‘ave y’done?”

you know the 141 are watching, doesn’t take a genius to see the way they’re all craning their necks around the kitchen doorframe.

“i’m fine, si- just a little burn from the pan”

“lemme’ see, gimme’ y’hand”

so the 141 see their ghost, unshakeable mountain of a man- a face they never see-

and they see his face, and they see genuine fear on it.

they see simon.

your simon.

“i’m telling you it’s fine, si”

“i’ll make that call, alright”

and they’re all looking at each other across the table, trying to decide whether to be impressed or even a little jealous- they’re leaning towards jealous.

so instead they settle on taking the absolute piss out of him.

not that he minds-

before you could even reach your chair he was pulling you into his lap- having you eat dessert perched on his thigh.

as you settle back into his chest, you could swear you feel him laugh.

that hand settles back on your knee again but there aren’t nervous circles anymore.

more like gentle squeezes.

your simon.

right at home.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Twelve Days

After her fiance broke up their engagement Y/N has been isolating for months, but now it's the holidays and she must show up to spend it with her family. Fearful that her failure of a love life would be the main topic of discussion, she's prepared to have the worst time. That is until her brother in law, Harry, reveals an even bigger problem than her own.

Warnings: infidelity, break ups, mentions of depression and anxiety and their symptoms, mentions of alcohol and drugs, description of masturbation (male), voyeurism, implied inappropriate relationship

WC: 11.5K

Day One:

“You can do hard things.” You whispered to yourself as you drove down the street as you looked out for your parents’s car in a driveway.

You hadn’t spent the holidays with your family for the past three years. You just had a lot of things going on and lived across the country for the first year away. And then traveled the following year with your significant other and then this last year you’d spent the holidays with them and their family since you’d gotten engaged. 

However, earlier in the year after nearly a year engaged, your fiancé backed out of the engagement and ended things with you. It had been the greatest humiliation and heartbreak of your life! After breaking the news to your parents over the phone followed by a “so I’m gonna need some space”, you’d successfully avoided every one from your family for the last several months, until now. You were mostly nervous to see your aunt and older sister. They were the most judgmental out of everyone and you hadn’t been in a place to hear their negativity. But now you were gonna be stuck with them all for twelve days. 

Twelve days in Palm Springs and you were sure that you weren’t going to enjoy at least 70% of it with their probing and commentary on what you did wrong or should have done. Your dad was great about placating his younger sister, but not so much your own sister. She was definitely the golden child out of you both, so your parents were never all that hard on her, nor did they challenge her too much. You believed that she never meant to be malicious towards you but sometimes you did question if she just liked to feel like she was better than you. This particular situation made you feel a bit uneasy because it felt like an opportunity for her to rub your nose in it because she was happily married to one of the best guys you’d ever met and they had a perfect life together. She honestly did not need to do anything more to remind you that she in fact was far better off than you were in this particular area of your life.

“Fuck me…” you muttered as you saw your mom, aunt, and sister unloading grocery bags from the car parked in the wide open garage of the house. You saw your sister point as the older women turned in your direction and smiled. You smiled as well and waved briefly before focusing on parking your car in the final space, beside your mom’s. You exhaled and then stepped out, already feeling that sinking feeling in your stomach growing with each step you took towards them. You could already hear their excited greetings to you. 

“Hey.” You chuckled as your mother enveloped you in a big hug and squeezed.

“Te extrañe, hijita.” She hummed lowly. You felt warm inside for a few seconds. It gave you sense of comfort knowing that she had missed you.

“Yo también.” You mumbled but ended the hug quickly because after what had happened to you, you truly needed a hug from your mom and it was going to make you cry. 

“Hi mija! How are you holding up?” Your aunt, Claudia, asked as she hugged you next and you semi-smiled.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

“Are you sure?” She pressed as she pulled back and looked in your eyes in concern and you nodded quickly.

“Okay. You know, whatever you need-”

“Yeah, thanks.” You nodded with a smile as she moved aside to let you greet your sister.

“Hey.” You smiled as she opened her arms and you hugged. You weren’t all that affectionate with each other so feeling her squeeze you closer felt a little unfamiliar but you just let it go on until she pulled back and placed her hands on your shoulders.

“You look good.” She complimented you. “That’s good. Show that loser what he walked out on.” She said with a smirk and you just nodded.

You felt your irritation towards her prick up your body. You hated that she attributed you looking after yourself to some revenge plot towards your ex. You had always been the kind of person to keep up with your appearance. You definitely kept things on the lighter more natural side for day to day, but you always had some makeup on. You dressed well and with thought behind your look. And you did all these things because it just made you feel good about yourself, it gave you that added little confidence boost that we all need. It was something that mattered to you and you didn’t do so for the male gaze. You felt like that was a slight dig, but you knew that she hadn’t meant it as such. You were quite sensitive though, so you always checked yourself before committing to the feeling that she wanted to piss you off. 

“Can I help you guys with the groceries?” You offered.

“You need to unpack.” Your mom reminded you and you smiled.

“Right.” You said and they continued with their task while you turned to your car. You lifted the trunk open and pulled out your shoes duffle and then reached for the handle of your large rolling suitcase. You tugged hard and then felt some resistance. “Shit.” You cursed to your self when you saw that it had gotten caught on something from the top of the trunk. You had filled that baby to brim and admittedly it was resting on a decently high bed of garbage bags filled with clothes that you’d been meaning to drop off at a thrift store near your work for a couple months now. 

“Need a hand?” You heard and jumped in fear as your brother-in-law’s voice coming from behind you shocked you.

“Fuck, Harry! You scared me!” You laughed, despite your creased features. 

“I’m so sorry.” He chuckled. Your lips started turning up as you took in his toothy grin and crinkled eyes.

“It’s fine. I think it got caught on something. I’ve got so much shit in there.” You explained and he went over to you as you moved aside to let him inspect the issue. Moments later he was pulling your suitcase out of the trunk successfully.

“You’re gonna need a new one. It tore the fabric beside the zipper.” He notified you and you huffed.

“Of course it did…” 

“I saw a roll of duct tape when I was snooping through the drawers in the pool house.” He shared, “We can put a little patch of it over the torn bit so that you can give’er, her final trip before you toss her out.” He suggested unironically and you smirked.

“How do you know it’s a her?” You asked and he smiled.

“I heard you refer to her as Jenna Rink once.”

“What? When?! Like 4 years ago? Because I haven’t seen you in ages…” You laughed.

“Yeah, actually.” He said pensively, his brows creasing deep for a few seconds as he thought about it and then he smiled. "It was when we were helping you pack for Connecticut.” He recalled and you smiled.

“Wow…great memory.” You complimented and he shrugged. 

“Guess so!”

“I just have these two if you need help bringing anything else in.” You said as you closed your trunk and watched him reach into the trunk of your mom’s BMW X4. It was her current pride and joy and had been her and your dad’s 36th anniversary splurge.  

“No, it’s just three more bags.” He assured you, “Just close it for me?”

“Yeah, go on.” You assured him and reached up to close the trunk before following behind him, you could hear the commotion inside as you approached the garage door.  And when you walked in you were overpowered by the delicious scent of some sort of breakfast sweet treat and bacon.

“Look how sweet these men are! They made us brunch!” Your sister, Julie, exclaimed as you walked in.

“Wow!” You smiled as you saw your dad checking on the French toast cooking on a griddle. 

“Y/N!” He exclaimed happily and left his task to hug you tight. He kissed your cheek and you chuckled as he told you that he missed you and was so happy to see you.

“Thanks, dad.” You hummed.

“Need help?” He asked you.

“I got it.” You assured, “Just need to know where to go.” You smiled.

“Harry, give Y/N the tour so we can set everything up!” Your sister cut in.

“Okay, just watch the bacon f’me.” He request as he set the grocery bags down. He then turned to you and grabbed the side of the suitcase handle, “I’ve got this.” He assured you.

“Thanks.” You smiled and he nodded before guiding you towards the living room.

“Let me show you what’s available.” He glanced back and you nodded. You went towards the main entrance and then turned right at the corner of the wall.

“There’s one down here. It’s the door on your left.” He said nodding towards the end of the short hallway and you slipped past him to get a look at the bedroom.

“Why didn’t it get claimed?” You asked Harry.

“Because your parents’ bathroom is on the other side of that wall.” He said and you huffed.

Your father was a notorious YouTube addict. He loved to watch videos about the news and world events but at full volume at all times, it was annoying to say the least.

“Your aunt chose the corner room.” He said and you nodded. 

“I take it you and Julie took the pool house?”

“Yep.” He said and you huffed.

“The bedroom furthest from ours is free too.”

“And why is that one free?”

“Because of the potential for noise, it’s behind the kitchen and shares a wall with the laundry room.”

“God, was it designed as a servant’s quarter?” You scoffed and he chuckled, “What are the other options?”

“Then there’s the room beside it, but it’s a jack-and-jill bathroom with the servant’s quarter room, so there’s no counter space.” He explained and you groaned. “And then the room at the very end has a queen bed and it’s own bathroom-”

“But?” You asked.

“It’s only like 10 feet from the pool house.” He said.

“Oh…” you groaned, “Just keep the sex volume to a minimum, please.” You said with a grimace and he chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Right…” He said sarcastically and you shrugged.

“Just have to put it out there.” 

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to witness any of that.” He emphasized.

“Perfect.” You hummed. He proceeded to guide you back through the kitchen where your family was urging you to hurry so that you could all eat. “I’ve got the door.” You said as you slipped past him and hurried to the end of the narrow hall. 

“Thanks.” He said as he wheeled your suitcase into the bedroom. The natural light was lovely. You looked around while you dropped your duffle bag of shoes onto the ground. 

“Oh yeah, you’ve got a tiny patio.” He said optimistically. 

“Well that’ll come in handy!” You chirped.

“Why’s that?” He asked as he left your suitcase right beside the closet door.

“I smoke a bit before I eat and before bed if I need it.” You explained, “After…everything I’ve been a bit down and it’s impacted my sleep and appetite.” You explained as you started out the small sliding glass door that led out to the small patio.

“Sounds like depression…” he said and you sighed.

“Yeah…I see a therapist, don’t worry.” You assured him.

“Yeah?” He asked and you turned and nodded when you saw him waiting expectantly for your answer. “Is it helping?”

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, I’m not as bad as I was like a month ago. S’why I decided to come but now I’m just nervous about what they’re gonna tell me about it.” You admitted to him and he hummed in understanding. 

Harry had always been extremely easy to talk to. You didn’t talk regularly but would randomly send memes, recipes, OOTD’s, and little check-in’s every now and again. You’d say that you had a  good relationship with him as his sister-in-law. You got along, you had good boundaries, and most importantly, you both wanted what was best for Julie. 

“Well if it helps, your mum reminded everyone to not bring it up over dinner when we got here.”

“Lovely…” you chuckled and he smiled. “And how are you doing?” You asked as you sat on the mattress.

“Well-”

“Harry! Y/N! Hurry up, we’re hungry!” Your sister shouted from the kitchen.

“Rain check.” You said and he nodded once, “Let me wash my hands and I’ll be right out.” You said and he nodded again before heading out of the bedroom.

Thankfully, brunch was going alright. No one had brought up your failed engagement yet, Julie was just talking a lot about an important work project she’d been assigned to for the last several months. She seemed a little flustered as she spoke about the project and Harry seemed a bit annoyed with this topic of conversation. Julie’s work had caused some issues between them in the past when they were dating. She was an overachiever and tended to overcommit herself, leading to her neglecting several other areas of her life.

This had likely happened again and if Harry was upset about it, then it was probably pretty bad because it took a lot for him to be upset to the point that he’d externalize it. Other than that little bit of tension, everything had gone well and you were now digging through your suitcase for the bathing suit you were certain you had packed. After giving up on trying to keep everything folded, you just dumped the contents out onto the bed and huffed when you realized that you had not actually packed the swimming suit.

“Julie, do you have a bathing suit I can borrow? I forgot to pack mine!” You called from the door to the back yard. 

“Yeah, but don’t grab my bikinis! Grab the other one.” She instructed.

“Is it ugly?” You asked.

“No, but it’s my least favorite of the two.” She said with a slightly apologetic smile from the jacuzzi.

“Okay.” You assured her.

“It should be in the top left drawer.” She called to you and you nodded, “Just go in through the main door, not the sliding doors. I think Harry’s napping!” She informed you and you gave her a thumbs up as you made your way out into the backyard and to the pool house. You quietly opened up the door and slipped inside, you heard the shower running and immediately felt a little embarrassed for intruding but then you heard something else… A gravelly grunt in a consistently rhythmic interval. You had to get out now! But then you heard him speak.

“Fuck, baby… you’re so fucking good.” You heard him mutter and then thought that maybe he’d snuck some bitch in! With rage building in your body, you swiftly but quietly made your way over to the bathroom door that was only half closed and you peeked in only to see Harry alone in the shower. He was facing the shower head so that thankfully saved you the embarrassment of seeing all of him.

You felt relief upon confirming that he was alone but then the realization set in that he was getting himself off. You knew it was wrong to stay but still allowed yourself one more moment to ogle him. Your eyes raked across the broad expanse of his shoulders and then moved on to admire his gorgeous back. He had muscle outlines in places you’d never seen on another person before and his ass was tight and perky. As your gaze traveled down, you honed in on his thick thighs and it made you bite your lower lip. You briefly thought about how it might feel to sit on his lap. And then you felt your stomach sink as you realized that you were doing something really fucked up right now. The feeling sobered up your lust-hazed mind and you blinked away the imagine of his dripping wet, naked body from your memory.

  “Fuuuck…Fuck!” he groaned and your heart stopped as your eyes flew back over to his frame. You could see his right arm moved back and forth with the pace of his pumping fist over his cock and seconds later he was gasping for air as he came undone. 

You took a few steps back, still in complete disbelief at what you had just witnessed. You could feel your walls pulsing steadily with arousal. You needed to get what you needed and get out! You dashed to the dresser and pulled open the drawer your sister instructed and saw her two weeks worth of underwear and work-out clothes in there. Just then you heard the shower shut off. Your heart started pounding hard as you started digging through the drawer frantically and you hadn’t found anything! Then the shower door creaked open. You pulled open the next drawer down and saw an array of tops and pants and you groaned quietly and slammed it closed in frustration.

“Jules?” You heard Harry’s voice call out and you felt your entire world start to crumble. You were trying to speak up but no words were able to come out of your mouth. You started to back away but right before you made it around the corner to the main entrance you heard Harry sigh, “Y/N, shit…”

You twirled around to see him half naked, bottom half wrapped in a towel. You were so terrified in that moment. Getting pulverized by a meteor would be the best outcome right about now.

“D-did you-”

“Yeah.” You confirmed quietly before he could finish his question. 

“Fuck…look ummm, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He apologized, “I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking…” he shook his head nervously, “It’s a fucking family holiday.” He muttered and you sighed.

“No, I get it! You thought you were alone, it’s fine. Let’s just forget it.” You reassured.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized once more and you offered a small, sympathetic smile.

“I know.”

“What are you even doing in here?” He asked.

“Julie’s letting me borrow a bathing suit but I can’t find them.” You explained.

“Oh, she put those all the way at the bottom drawer with all her cover ups.” He informed and you huffed.

“Her stupid ass told me they were in the top drawer.” You mumbled and he chuckled as you headed over and opened the drawer Harry had said and sure enough, there were the extra bathing suits. 

You reached for the bathing suit that she was obviously letting you borrow. It was obvious because it was a rust brown color and not some cute little pattern. It was a one-shouldered, cutout one piece bathing suit with a ribbed textured fabric that you knew you’d love gliding your freshly done nails over just to feel them slightly catch over each little ridge. You thought it was actually quite cute, but could see how your sister wouldn’t really like it as much as she initially thought. 

“Well I’ll uhhh, get out of here. S-sorry again for ummm…eaves dropping.” You said as you fluttered your gaze away from his nervously. Harry chuckled a bit and you glanced to him again, happy that he had taken it lightly.

“Sorry for the literal sexual harassment!” He said with a painfully embarrassed expression on his face.

“If anyone here harassed anybody, it was me! Coming into an obviously…intimate moment and sneaking a peek!” You said to him comfortingly.

“Wait. You watched?!” He asked through a disbelieving laugh, “You just finished saying it was an 'eaves drop’!” He exclaimed and you groaned in embarrassment as you gave yourself up.

“I’m sorry!” You cried in embarrassment.

“Don’t be.” He chuckled with a careless shrug and you frowned a bit, “Not like that! I mean that you shouldn’t feel sorry f-for coming into this. I shouldn’t have been…you know? Especially with the door open. Like anyone could’ve come in, you know?” 

“Sounds like we both fucked up a pretty equal amount.” You said and he nodded in agreement, “Let’s just… pretend that you were napping like everyone thinks you are and that I just grabbed what I needed and hurried out. Cool?” You asked and he nodded.

“Cool.”

“Alright, see you out there.”

“Yeah.” He said before you rushed out quickly. 

“Y/N, can you wake H up? Tell him to join us!” Your sister called out and you nodded and opened the door back up and headed inside to find Harry with his face in his hands,

“She wants you out there.” You said and he nodded.

“I heard.” He said and you could hear that he was crying.

“Hey, what’s the matter? I told you that we’re good!” You assured him with a deep frown and he exhaled and shook his head.

“It’s nothing to do with you, I promise. Just go.” He asserted.

“No, no, no… if it’s nothing to do with me, then what is it?” You pressed and he sighed.

“Look Y/N, I just need some space, okay? Please get out.” He resisted and you nodded.

“Okay. Just ummm, get out there.” You said and he nodded again before you left. 

You assured your sister that Harry was awake but you swore that it felt like an out of body experience. You could feel the steady beat of your heart at the base of your throat. You were also extremely turned on and you were concerned that the image of Harry’s solo session was practically burned into your longterm memory. The way he sounded and the things he said…they were on a loop in your brain but doing anything about it felt wrong. And as you dressed down you started to wonder if he had gone as far as carrying out any fantasies he had involving other people. Maybe he felt guilty for being caught but also for other things he had done? You didn’t want your mind to wander too far so you just took a deep breath and headed outside with everyone else. 

When Harry joined in he just stayed on one of the lounges that were built into the pool, which was unusual for him. He was typically very active and playful but he had his headphones in and a book about social policy in hand. You couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses but when you attempted to, he glanced away, meaning you had successfully made eye contact with him somehow. 

“Is Harry alright? He seems…off?” You said to your sister and she nodded.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s just a little moody over a disagreement we had about something.” She said and you hummed.

“Are you alright?” You asked next. Trying to fish out more information.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s him who has the issue.” She said with a slight scoff and you hummed. “Are you fine?” She asked and you shrugged.

“So-so.” You said and she hummed.

“I know that you’re sad about this right now but trust me, there’s nothing worse than committing your life to the wrong person.” She said and you frowned before glancing back to her.

“Are you just saying that or speaking from experience?” 

“From experience! I married a really wonderful man!” She said a bit defensively, “That’s how I know I made a great decision. There were other men that I was so infatuated with but were not able to give me what I wanted or needed. Like-”

“We don’t have to say his name.” You cut in and she nodded.

“Harry is…the ideal partner.” Julie said with a shrug. “And you know, I never told you this, but he stepped up at the 11th hour. I felt like maybe I was never going to get married because of how much I work and all but he…he understands and supports me.” She said and you nodded.

“That’s really good.” You offered a small smile and she nodded.

“Now, what is taking Claudia so long? She’s supposedly making us all some Palomas.” She said as she turned towards the main house to try and get a look inside.

“She wasn’t in the kitchen when I came out. Maybe she’s in the bathroom?” You said and she hummed. But then you started thinking about the bathroom and Harry in the bathroom having a steamy shower. Your face started to heat with a blush and you just fanned at your face for a moment. 

“It’s wild that it’s basically 80 degrees in December isn’t it?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, but it’s nicer than being snowed in.” You said, “I did miss the weather the most.” You said, “I’m glad to be back.”

“Missed that more than us?” Your sister asked with a small smile.

“You know what I mean…” you mumbled and she smirked.

“We’re glad you’re back too.” She said and you smiled.

“Thanks.” You hummed.

Day Two: 

When you woke up the following morning it was because the door to the pool house closed loudly. You sighed and rubbed your eyes before grabbing your phone to look at the time. It was barely 6:30 on Sunday morning and you were a little annoyed that your sleep time had been cut short. You were surprised by how easily you had been able to fall asleep and most importantly, you had stayed asleep through the whole night. 

You laid there for a few minutes, staring at the designs of your ceiling from the light peeking through the blocks used to section off your little patio. You had committed to morning walks as part of your healing journey and intended on taking one later on but as you considered how much hotter it could get later on you decided to just wash up and go now, you were up anyway.

The neighborhood this AirBnb was in was gated and it only kept these vacation homes. You did see a few of them were rented out but most of them were desolate. When you finally started to circle back around you saw Julie walking down the corner of the street before your house. She walked down to the first house on that side street and then twirled around. When you were close enough to be within her line of sight you raised your hand to wave and she looked a bit startled at first and then put on a smile as she spoke quickly and waved with her other hand as she made her way back towards the corner of the main street. She hung up the phone as you crossed the street to reach her.

“Morning.” You greeted.

“Good morning.” She responded quickly.

“You didn’t have to hang up your call. I’m desperate to get back and have a shower. It’s already warming up.” You said.

“It’s fine…I shouldn’t have even been on the call while we’re here.” She explained.

“Work?” You asked and she hummed.

“Well, pick up where you left off.” you assured her.

“Thanks. I won’t be long.”

“Of course. See you back there.”

“Yeah, see ya’.” Julie hummed and you hurried past the next two houses until your reached your rental.

When you made it inside, much to your surprise, Harry was already in the kitchen, he seemed upset from how quiet he was as he cut up some fruits silently.

“Good morning.” You greeted him.

“Hey.” He responded as he spared you a glance before continuing with his task. “Did you run into your sister by any chance?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, she’s still on her call.”  You said cooly and he glanced up at you.

“Was she?” Harry asked and you nodded.

“You know, I get that she’s a workaholic and all but I think you need to ease up on her about that. I know it was an issue before but I mean, you knew how she was with this stuff from the start. Like, I get why you’d be upset when she does work stuff while on vacation, but it’s just who she is, you know? It’d almost be expected, I’d say.” You explained.

“Guess you’re right.” He mumbled as he continued doing what he was doing.

“Exactly. So stop brooding over things you have no control over. You’re just going to spoil your own time.” You advised.

“Okay… whatever.” He mumbled and you smiled and playfully punched his arm as you walked by and headed towards your room to get showered. 

***********

Harry was already in a bad mood and after what you’d mentioned to him, he was even more upset. There was something that had been weighing on his chest for the last year. Something that he had hoped to talk to you about but with everything going on with your ex, he didn’t want to overburden you with his issues with Julie. 

It was Valentine’s Day when he got an anonymous call from a private number saying that Julie was cheating on him, it had been left as a voicemail since he did not pick up the call. But even then, the voice had like an automated filter over it, so he paid no mind to it. But then, a few weeks later he’d picked up her phone because she kept receiving tons of texts and they were from a guy, a guy that he already knew. 

Joseph was a friend of Julie’s from grad school who had landed the same internship site as her and they ended up getting hired at the same hospital in the accounting department. Apparently, they’d had a friends with benefits things going for a while before she started dating Harry. When he had asked if she had feelings for Joseph she admitted that while she liked him a bit more than she ought to, she knew that he would never commit to her, he wasn’t that kind of guy. And she assured Harry that she liked him a lot more. More enough to end things with Joe so that they could give it an honest try. It had been about five or six months of them being together when he caught her making out with Joe at a co-workers’s wedding. He ended things on the spot because he knew that there was history there. But when Julie came to him after a few days, pleading and begging for forgiveness, the love he had developed for her broke him down and he accepted her apology. She promised that it would never ever happen again and he believed her. And to his knowledge, it hadn’t happened until he discovered that it had happened again. By the looks of it, it had been happening for nearly six months already.

Of course, he confronted Julie about it and once again, she promised she’d stop but this time, he insisted they go to couples counseling to fix whatever was causing her to cheat and that she would need to allow him to look through her phone when he felt suspicious of her. Not forever, but just until he was able to trust her again. But during that time she’d also accepted a new job for a development firm, meaning no more Joe at work. So the counseling had been deprioritized by them both and whenever he’d ask to look through her phone it was never an issue and she always complied, so this made him feel even more trust towards her.

And over the last few months he’d felt suspicious over a work trip she went on but found nothing and now she had been assigned to doing the budgeting and accounting for a big new project with a client from France which had her working longer or strange hours. But sometimes her stories wouldn’t add up. So last month when she told him she was working late he showed up at her office before the end of the day and sure enough, she left right on time but drove to the nearest suburb where he saw her meet up with Joe. It was happening again and he was just collecting evidence this time around. He knew that this phone call wasn’t for work, it was Joseph. 

All day Harry was brooding, waiting for the opportune moment to confront her. Eventually, he found the alone time and he was looking in her eyes asking her to please just be honest with him.

“Harry, you’re acting insane!” Julie threw her hands up in defeat as she finally exploded.

“I’m not! I know what you’ve been doing!” He shouted.

“What?! You’ve seen my phone every time you’ve asked, there hasn’t been anything.” She insisted.

“I followed you one night, after you said you were working late.” He said and he saw her starting to tense in rage.

“What the fuck, Harry?! How could you do that to me?” She shouted.

“Because I don’t fucking trust you!” He shouted back, “I cannot trust you.” He emphasized and she shook her head. “Please, don’t try to fucking gaslight me. Just say it. Say it.” 

“Harry…”

“I need to know. If you even have a shred of love or respect for me, you need to be honest.” He begged and she sighed.

“Fine…I’ve been seeing him again.” Julie admitted and Harry nodded with a sad smile on his face. His gaze drifted past her and focused onto the wall across from him as he just let the reality sink in. 

“How long?” He asked monotonously.

“Just a few months.” She said. “I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck…” he sighed sadly.

**********

Your day was slowly going to shit. After you showered you picked up your phone and when you saw the memory it prompted you to view, you felt your heart sink. It was from your last Valentine’s day. That led you down memory lane and all day you were thinking about your failed relationship in some way or another. After lunch your parents and aunt went out to some market and you decided to just take a nap. You were startled awake a couple hours later because your phone started ringing. You huffed at the spammer who called and settled into the silence. That’s when you heard the shouting from the pool house. You sat up as it quieted it down for a few seconds before your sister was shouting louder than before. You still couldn’t make out what was being said but you hurried out of bed and decided to go break it up. You rushed out through your patio and hurried to the sliding doors, getting ready to knock when you heard Harry shouting angrily…

“I want to get divorced because you keep cheating on me!” There was silence and once again you found yourself overstaying your welcome to listen in. “I’m not just saying it like it’s nothing. Yes, I realize that it’s a serious step to take but this has gone on for long enough, Julie. I’m not going to continue to be committed to you when you’re not committed to me in the same way.” He said more calmly. When your sister started to cry you backed away and hurried back to your bedroom.

You were in complete shock that your sister was cheating on Harry. It seemed like the least likely scenario to ever happen to them. Especially for that to be something that your sister did! It didn’t make any sense! Even the day before, she had told you that Harry was the best decision she had ever made. However, that would explain why Harry was acting strange. If he already had suspicions and then you mentioned she was outside taking a call, you could see how his mind would go in that direction. More so when it was something that had happened before. You also felt really guilty now because you had quite literally just disappeared from everyone’s lives because of your own issues without really thinking that they might be going through their own challenges. To be fair, your sister didn’t ever like to show any vulnerability, so you’d never know that something was actually wrong unless you caught her at the perfect moment, but still. You could’ve at least asked her or even Harry! 

“We’re back!” You heard your aunt announce as soon as you’d made it back into your bedroom. To prevent them from hurrying off to find Julie and Harry you hurried out of the room.

“How was it?” You asked your aunt and parents as they congregated in the kitchen.

“It was nice!” She smiled and then your mom and aunt proceeded to show you the little knick knacks they had picked up at the outdoor market. 

“We should get started on dinner. Can you get your sister and Harry, they were going to be in charge of dinner tonight.” Your mother informed and you nodded and made your way over to the pool house. 

Thankfully, they weren’t shouting anymore, but when you knocked and Harry opened the door you felt the tension escaping from the room in gargantuan waves. While his eyes were a little blood shot he looked relieved to see you.

“Ummm, they said you guys were in charge of dinner tonight?” You informed.

“Right…ummm, Julie’s got a bad headache so she’s gonna try and sleep it off for a bit. Do you mind helping me?” He asked you.

“Not at all.” You assured.

“Thanks. I’ll be over there in a bit.” He said and you nodded and hurried back inside.

There was almost an unspoken rule that you were not to cook for your family except on their birthdays if they asked or on a holiday. You did it for a living, you were a private chef, so you cooked for people every single day for hours and hours. But this time, you were inclined to make an exception to stand in for Julie. While everyone else got showered and ready for dinner, you and Harry were in there preparing everyone’s meal. You were melting the butter down and getting it all aromatic with the rosemary and garlic while the filets marinated in their dry rub of seasoning that Harry had mixed up earlier. He had moved on to peeling potatoes he had boiled earlier in they day as well and he seemed to be very entranced with his task. You kept stealing glances of him to ensure he was okay and were dying to ask him if he was but didn’t want to risk upsetting him for eaves dropping once again.

“What’s wrong?” He asked without looking away from the final potato he was peeling and you sighed.

“I…heard you guys fighting.” You admitted and he glanced up quickly.

“Oh…all of it?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Basically and well, the most…important bit.” You confessed and he sighed. “I’m sorry. I was just going to try and deescalate the argument because it was really heated. I’m so sorry!” You apologized.

“It’s alright. I’m glad that someone else knows now. I’ve been carrying this around for months at this point.” He explained and you frowned upon hearing this.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. Are you alright?”

“I will be once your sister agrees to a divorce.” He explained lowly.

“Why won’t she?” You asked and he shrugged.

“We can talk more about this later if that’s alright with you? I just ummm…I don’t want to risk someone else coming out and hearing this.” He explained.

“Oh, of course!” You assured him and he nodded before you just got back to your respective tasks. 

Harry was very in his head and it made you feel sad for him because he genuinely looked concerned and sad. When you finished setting the rest of the vegetables to steam you excused yourself to get cleaned up for dinner. He thanked you for your help and let you know that he’d cook the steaks once everyone was at the table so that they could be cooked how each person preferred. 

Once dinner came around Julie was acting completely fine. She looked extremely put together and refreshed. Her ability to just pretend like everything was fine made you feel a bit upset at her. What more could she be hiding behind that nonchalant facade? You were trying your best not to judge her too harshly but surface level you saw no reason for why she would cheat on Harry. A small and very petty part of you was satisfied that your sister’s life was not as perfect as she made it out to be, but you still felt sad for her and for Harry.

After dinner you all decided on watching a movie because Harry and Julie were going to go “get drinks”. They probably just needed to go somewhere private to yell at each other. Even after you headed to your bedroom after the movie, you waited up to see if you’d hear them come back or if Harry would try and talk to you. But before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

Day Three:

You suddenly woke up from your sleep and felt in real time as your slumber started escaping you immediately. You sighed because it was just your luck that after having one really good night of sleep the insomnia would kick in. You were laying in bed for a few minutes scrolling through your Calm app in order to find some sort of relaxing sounds or even just do a meditation, but then you heard some foot steps and then the slight squeak of a door down the hall before you heard it being shut very gently. After a few moments, your phone lit up with an incoming text from Harry asking if you were struggling to sleep to which you replied “Yes.” And moments later he was peeking into your room. You glanced over to him and offered a sympathetic look.

“Are you alright?” You whispered your question and he nodded as he quietly walked in.

“Just…sad, tired, angry…” he mumbled as he sat at the edge of your bed.

“We don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want.” You reminded him.

“Thanks.” He hummed, “Wanna get my mind off of it.” He exhaled.

“Do you wanna watch TV or something?” You asked.

“Actually, I have a collection of memes that I wanted to share with you but wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to when you had asked for space and I’ve been saving them this whole time! I need to show you.” He said and you found yourself smiling from ear to ear. 

“I would love nothing more than for you to show me that treasure trove.” You assured him and he nearly squealed before he hurried out of the room to get his phone.

When Harry returned it was with the blanket from his new bedroom and he sat across from you, criss-cross style, and you mirrored his position as you waited eagerly for the memes. Image after image and clip after clip you were nonstop laughing and hyperventilating into a pillow. If there was one thing you appreciated about Harry the most, it was his sense of humor. You were both into very stupid humor about banal things. It often irritated your sister because you two would make jokes out of the most random things, everything had the potential to be unserious when you were around each other.

“Oh god…those were soooo good!” You laughed breathily. You were struggling to keep it quiet and Harry was very pleased with himself.

“I knew you’d appreciate them.” He smiled as he set his phone down on the bed. He suddenly noticed that you had gone quiet. So he looked over at you and saw you slightly smiling. “What is it?” He asked curiously and your gaze flickered up to his.

“Nothing, I just…I haven’t felt joy like that in a long time. It feels really great to laugh. Like really laugh. You know?” You asked and then glanced away when you realized how vulnerable you’d just been. You suddenly wanted to throw up.

“Hey…” he said as he gently squeezed your knee and you glanced up to him again, “I do know.” He affirmed sincerely before pulling his hand away. When he pulled his hand back you missed the warmth of it.

“Why don’t you leave her?” You asked him of your sister.

“I’m scared.” He said simply and you nodded in understanding.

“What happened with…?” Harry trailed off before speaking your exe’s name.

“Just came in one day saying they had doubts and were feeling unready to take the next step and that was that.” You shrugged.

“I’m sorry.” He frowned.

“I’m not…like it’s been really hard but I’d rather this than for them to feel obligated to go through with it and then we’re both miserable until someone has the guts to do something about it.” You explained and then frowned, “Sorry, I didn’t mean that as a dig at you. I think that realistically I would cling to whatever I could…it’s my fear that makes me pretend that I’m callous.” You explained.

“Wow…Therapy is working wonders for you.” he said with a grin and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut the fuck up…”

“I’m not saying it to tease you! I’m happy that you’re getting to know yourself! And to know your worth and your vulnerabilities. It’s admirable.” He said and you smiled softly. 

“Thanks.” You hummed and he nodded. “Are you in therapy?”

“No. We did counseling together for a bit, Jules and I. But it didn’t really help. She was too busy with work to do the therapeutic work.” He explained and you hummed in understanding. “I’m really glad you decided to come for this.” Harry added after a few moments of silence between you two. 

“Well, thanks. I’m not regretting it yet…” you said with a soft smile.

“A win is a win.” He chuckled and you nodded.

“Exactly.” You hummed.

“Well, I’m going to try and let you sleep. If you need anything ummm, I’m going to be staying in the next room over.”

“For the rest of the time?” You asked and he nodded.

“It’s that bad.” He explained lowly and you nodded in understanding.

“Well, I’m really sorry that everything’s going to shit right now.”

“Thank you. And thanks for holding space for me or whatever they say.” He smiled as he clambered off of your bed, “At least we don’t have to deal with this alone.” 

“Right.” You smiled.

“Get some sleep. We have plans tomorrow.” He said and you groaned and let yourself fall against your pillows. You heard Harry snigger a bit as your door closed quietly.

Day Four:

Despite Harry’s warning to get some rest and your efforts to do just that, you’d had maybe another hour, if that, after he’d gone. At 8am sharp you heard movement in the kitchen and then some knocks at your door.

“Yeah?” You called out and the door creaked open and you saw your mom peek in.

“Hi, hijita. We have plans for today, will you join us?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go.” You assured her and she smiled.

“Bien. We’re leaving at 9:30.” She informed and you nodded in understanding before she left. 

After lazing around for a few more minutes you took a quick body shower before getting on some light make up. You got dressed and then headed out to get something to eat with everyone. You greeted your dad and aunt as they helped your mom with breakfast. You were making small talk with them as you moved around them to prepare yourself a cup of coffee.

“Harry! Good morning!” Your aunt exclaimed energetically and you glanced back to see Harry coming in through the sliding doors.

“Morning, everyone!” He greeted with a smile. He was portraying high energy but he still looked tired.  His eyes then met yours and lingered for a moment before you got a little nervous and turned back around to finish making your coffee.

“Julie is awake, right?” Your dad asked and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, but actually, she said she’s feeling bad again and is going to stay behind and rest.” He explained.

“By herself?” Your aunt asked and Harry shrugged.

“I told her I’d stay but she insisted we all go. I think she just needs some alone time.” He explained. “But I think she’d appreciate if we check on her before we go.” He said and your mom nodded.

Sure enough, even when your mother had gone over to check on her, Julie declined going on the planned family outing and declined your mom staying to look after her since she was the one who had planned these excursions. So your aunt offered to stay with Julie because was afraid of heights and didn’t want to go on the tram and expressed that she also had no interest in the zoo, unsurprisingly, your sister accepted. So once that was settled the rest of you packed into your parents’ car. You buckled up and then glanced over to Harry who offered a half-smile to you before pulling out his phone. Moments later your phone buzzed and you saw it was a text from him.

Harry: The guy your sister is seeing came here yesterday to meet her.

You glanced over to him with a frown and he smiled slightly.

Y/N: Is that why she stayed behind?

Harry: Yeah. I think she was hoping to get some alone time to see him. She “didn’t know he was going to drive out”. I think that’s who she was talking to when you saw her on the phone.

Y/N: Fuck. Well, lets just have fun today. I’m sure we’ll be able to get our minds off of things!

Harry: I think so too:)

The zoo had been pretty cool. Your mom had been dying to feed the giraffes so when your reservation time came up she was the first one to approach the animals. In truth, it was a very awesome experience. It was certainly something you never thought you’d do in your life, but you were so happy that you experienced it. After a stop for lunch you guys were on your way to the aerial tramway. You were looking forward to seeing the valley from up there. The drive up was beautiful and soon enough you were getting on the bus that would take you to the tram. 

“Wow…” you whispered to yourself in awe as you slowly went past the tree line and saw the crazy formations of rocks littering the mountainside. Your mom and dad were cozied up beside each other on the other side of the tram. The slow rotation of the inside floor allowed you to see all of your surroundings. But then your attention veered from the scenery as Harry’s familiar scent invaded your personal space. You glanced to your side and there he was, standing right beside you. He looked a little apprehensive.

“Sorry for the proximity. Heights make me a little nervous and I get a little vertigo if I look down. I wasn’t about to go brush up against either of your parents for comfort, you know?” He explained lowly and you giggled.

“Yeah, I get that.” 

“Thanks.” He hummed as he scooted just a bit closer. Close enough that his arm was brushing against yours. “You seem to be enjoying this.”

“I am.” You smiled.

“You don’t worry that the cable might snap or something and we all just… you know?” He asked and you turned to him with a furrowed brow.

“Jesus…that’s fucking dark…” You scoffed through a laugh and he chuckled a bit.

“It’s a real anxious thought I have!” He defended.

“I’m not judging. Believe me, I know about dark.” You said as the smile faded from your lips.

“I didn’t mean to dampen the mood.” He said when he felt your mood shift.

“It’s alright, it wasn’t you. It was my brain. It’ll pass.” You assured him with a small smile. 

You saw Harry reach for the handrail and squeeze around it and glance up to see him squeeze his eyes closed for a moment.

“You alright?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, I just ummm looked down for a second there.” He explained and then opened his eyes again. “I just wanted to see the view, it is breathtaking.” He said as he just kept his eye line level as he glanced around. 

“It is. But I’m sure it doesn’t help that this thing is rotating.” You said and he groaned.

“Don’t remind me.” He mumbled through a smile.

“Well, we’re almost to the top.” You reassured him.

“Thank fuck.” He hummed lowly. “Your mom picked a good time, we’re gonna get to see the sunset from the top.” He said.

“Do you wish my sister were here?” You asked and he shrugged.

“Yes and no.” he said, “Yes, because I’d have someone’s hand to hold on this tram. And no, because I know she’d rather be here with someone else.” He said and you frowned. It was instinctive when you reached out and placed your hand over his on the rail. You gave him a reassuring squeeze before letting go and sliding it back in front of your own body. Your grip tightened as a nervous feeling made your stomach feel like it was swirling.

“Sorry.” You said quickly as your eyes met his.

“Don’t be.” He assured you and moments later you felt the warmth of his hand right beside yours as he closed the gap on the railing between your hands. You glanced down at the sides of your hands pressed together and then up at him. His eyes were already prepared to meet your gaze and when they did, you felt that swirling in your tummy again. Those butterflies starting to stir awake. “I know you’re just trying to make me feel better.” He assured and you nodded and quickly looked away.

Were you? In a way, yes, you wanted to comfort him because he too was going through a hardship. But at the same time you felt nervous about it. You couldn’t say that you didn’t find Harry attractive or charming. You were afraid that you were suddenly noticing this more than usual because of your current romantic turmoil. His immediate instinct to check in on you, to notice and care about your feelings. To be vulnerable with you and provide you the safety to be able to do the same. And then what you walked in on, on that first day at the house…that was definitely a contributing factor to why you were suddenly more aware of him as a person. As a man…

You were more than grateful when the tram ride came to an end just seconds later. You quickly got out and he followed behind you until you went up to the edge of the observation deck, that was just a little too out of his comfort zone so he hung back. You put your hands on the railing and just took a slow but shaky inhale. It was significantly colder at this peak of the mountain so it kind of burned your throat to breathe that deeply but that sobered up your mind that was all fuzzy from Harry’s scent and words and existence in general. Your heard your mother approaching with your dad following behind, telling her to slow down.

“Are you okay?” She asked you as she came up beside you and you nodded and smiled.

“Yeah, I was just admiring the view. It’s incredible. Thank you for planning this.” You said to her with a smile before turning back to see the valley before you. You then went into the museum and ate away at your time there with photos and the gift shop until it was nearing dinner time.

The sun was setting beautifully and you just needed to get back to the viewing deck and take it all in. Despite the overarching theme of tragedy in your life for the last several months, in that very moment you realized how insignificant you and your problems were in the grand scheme of things. Things could be much worse. You had what you needed; your life, your health, your family and friends. After getting a few pictures taken with your parents by Harry from a comfortable distance you were all heading inside to the restaurant  for your dinner reservation. 

You were doing what you could to avoid having to focus too much of your attention on Harry but it was difficult. He was practically spellbinding. He was charming and funny and a gesticulative story teller so it was hard to not engage with him. But every time you looked in his eyes there they were again, those pesky little butterflies, some good and other not so good. They were a reminder that despite the excitement of being with someone that you got along with after so much time alone, you weren’t ready. The proof was in the fact that you were fighting off a crush on your brother in law! How much more twisted and pathetic could a person be? You were on your second cocktail by the time the appetizer showed up and your lack of appetite throughout the day was starting to pay off. You had gotten to the point where your lips felt tingly and your worries were soon to float away. 

Making eye contact with Harry wasn’t as scary any more. Because it was just the four of you, you could get away with constantly looking at each other. You weren’t even being flirtatious about it, you were just admiring him. You admired how good he was at masking everything. All of the hurt he was in. All of the anger and disappointment that you knew were weighing over him like a ton of bricks. 

Your phone chiming loudly from your purse broke you out of your spell of admiration. And then it went off again. And again. And again. And again. Your family and the patrons at the neighboring tables all honed in on you as you frantically reached for your purse while giving apologetic glances to the strangers. 

“Sorry.” You muttered to your family with a smile. You had a strict “no phones allowed” rule when eating out together. You had every intention of just putting it on silent and just checking the texts later, you were just really enjoying yourself! But when you saw your ex’s name on the screen, the rose tinted haze that you’d been seeing things with for the past fifteen minutes instantly vanished. Your stomach did a nasty flip that had you wishing you’d slowed down. You needed to open your phone to see what he said, not being able to see it had your anxiety through the roof. Then your phone pinged again with a sixth message and you just stood up and hurried out to the viewing deck. 

*** Harry’s POV ***

Harry could not stop thinking about you. Admittedly, the thoughts had started when he saw your profile on a dating app. Not on his phone, on a friend’s phone, he recognized her from his and Julie’s wedding party and had asked if it really was her. He looked through it and was smiling by the end of it. If he ever ran into your ex he would kick their ass for leaving you hanging like that. He had truly hoped that you would come for Christmas and was so happy that you had in fact shown up.

You were gorgeous, you’d always been. And maybe it was because of his emotional distance from Julie over the last several months that he just decided to lean into the attraction he felt towards you. Admittedly, it was stupid of him to have a wank without fully closing the bathroom door but he couldn’t help but be a little thrilled that you had crashed it. To him it felt like this little secret you shared now had you on a new level of comfort and trust. 

Today, when you touched his hand on the tram he felt that long forgotten zap of excitement electrifying him. Julie wanted nothing to do with him, she was in love with another man for their entire relationship, so he didn’t feel too bad of indulging in a little betrayal himself. He could see that you viewed him in another way too but you were fighting it. He saw how it scared you and quite frankly, it scared him too. But feeling the things and actually doing something about the feelings were two very different things. In this situation there was a double safety. His flirting was safe because he wouldn’t do more than that and your acceptance of his minor flirtations was also safe because he knew that you wouldn’t act on it. Once you were a little more loose from your drinks your fear eluded you and he was very much enjoying that and then your phone interrupted everything. It had been nearly ten minutes since you’d left with your phone and he and your parents were feeling a little worried. The food would come any minute.

“I think it’s time I go check on her. Make sure she’s okay.” Harry said. Your dad nodded and he rushed out onto the viewing deck. He looked around and then heard your voice from somewhere. He glanced up and saw that there was another level. He hurried up and then heard you speaking angrily into your phone before hanging up. You were standing right up against the railing, it was freezing outside so there wasn’t anyone up there with you. He quietly made his way over but the closer he got to the railing the harder his heart would pound. He hesitated but the sound of you sobbing gave him the courage to walk the rest of the distance to you. 

*** Y/N’s POV ***

“How fucking dare you!? You can’t just call me and tell me that after everything I endured! You don’t deserve me.” You seethed as hot tears ran down your face. You were practically trembling from how angry you felt. “Fuck you, Ash! Never, ever fucking call me again! Bye!” You shouted before hanging up and blocking the number. Your chest was heaving from how hard you were breathing. And when the adrenaline wore off you felt so fucking heavy and just started to sob quietly at first, but soon it just came out of you. You were afraid that maybe you’d made a huge mistake, maybe reconciliation was possible…and just when you were about to unblock Ash’s number…

“Y/N?” Harry called and you gasped as you whipped around quickly. Your fright dispersed when you saw his familiar frame approaching.

“It was Ash.” You explained as he stopped before you. “Just drunk and trying to get me back after all this time…The fucking gall to ask if we can start over!” you exclaimed angrily through your tears. Your head was shaking in disbelief.

“Jesus.” He sighed and you sniffled and nodded. 

“Right? Like what the fuck?!” You scoffed and then exhaled sharply. He saw you shivering and pulled off his jacket to drape over you. “You don’t have to. It’s freezing up here.” You assured him.

“I’m alright.” He reassured you. “C’mere.” He instructed and he opened his arms for you. You easily stepped forward into his space to allow him to hug you, “Fuck that loser. Doesn’t deserve you.” He comforted you.

“I know.” You said quietly as you allowed your head to lay against his chest.

“Good.” He said supportively as he slowly rubbed over your back. When he looked up he realized that he was on the ledge of of the viewing deck and the view was completely breathtaking. It was even more magical now that the sun was nearly gone. The lights from the cities in the valley were shimmering enticingly in the distance. “Look how beautiful that is.” He said to you and you moved your head to look ahead of you and hummed. “Makes me wish I could fly.” He said lowly and you smiled.

“It really does…” you agreed. “I’m surprised you came up to the edge.” You added teasingly. He smiled and squeezed you just a bit.

“I needed to make sure you were okay.” He explained softly and you slowly pulled away.

“Thank you.” You expressed as you glanced up at him.

“Of course.” He smiled at you.

“It’s just… hard to talk about all of this with my family because they start to interject and give their opinions on what could’ve been done better and ugh…sometimes people are just shitty, you know? Regardless of what you do, nothing will change that!” You huffed in exasperation. Just thinking about the typical responses they would give you had you feeling a little heated. “Anyway…” you mumbled with a slightly flustered smile from your little outburst, but Harry was just smirking at you. It made your heart start pounding harder as you held the eye contact between you two for a few seconds. “We should get back inside.” 

“Yeah, the food was just about to come.” He informed and you nodded and followed him back into the building.

The food and the company were both excellent. You were more than grateful that your parents didn’t try and question you about anything. You were huddled up against your parents for the tram ride down because it was freezing cold, though you really wanted to be huddled up against Harry. You knew that he’d allow it and that made you feel really pleased with yourself. The whole way back to the Airbnb you two were texting nonstop, exchanging glances every now and again, to the point where the tension was building. You weren’t even talking about anything inappropriate, it was just the energy of the quick closeness that had grown between you two. Upon arriving at the house Harry went and “checked on Julie”, which really was to shower and get ready for bed before heading to the main house to sleep. You expected to hear them argue or something but there was complete silence. 

You plopped onto the center of the bed and pulled out your phone to waste time on Instagram and saw that your sister had recently posted a story. When you clicked on it you saw three cocktails clinking, your aunt was tagged and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Seconds later Harry texted you to tell you that she was gone and you told him to check instagram and didn’t hear back for a while until there were soft knocks on your door. By then you were cuddled up in bed, propped up on the pillows, and watching Home Alone on the TV. 

“Come in!” You spoke towards the door and when it creaked open you saw it was Harry.

“Would you mind some company?” He asked and you smiled.

“Absolutely not.” You assured and he hurried in, closing the door behind him before sliding into the empty side of the bed. As he was getting comfy he yelped when his foot accidentally touched yours.

“Jesus! So fucking cold!” He chuckled.

“Feel my hands.” You said as you reached over blindly because he was under the covers after all. Your hand found his and he gasped.

“Like a fucking corpse…” he grumbled and you chuckled and glanced at him briefly before turning back to the TV.  But soon your attention was drawn back to Harry as he brought your hand up to his mouth and gently blew his warm breath over your open palm and then clasped it between his hands. “Giving you some warmth.” He explained, “Is that okay?” He asked and you nodded silently. 

There it was again, that tension, building up some more. And like air in a balloon, it could only hold so much before it had to burst. His eyes glanced down to your mouth and you did the same to his. If he went for it right in this moment, you’d let him kiss you. Easily. You were covered in goosebumps from the anticipation. And then your eyes met again and you saw the conflict in them. That also made you hesitate and slowly, the burning in you started to fizzle. 

“Sorry. Ummm…”

“Don’t be. You’re right to doubt! This could be so fucking messy. It’s stupid to even…like, no! We’re fucking stupid for this, Harry.” You chuckled through your disbelief at what you were about to do.

“I know…but that doesn’t take away the desire to.” He said and you sighed.

“I know! But we need to fucking…find it because I don’t want to lose you.” You explained with a hint of desperation in your tone and an earnest look in your eyes. Harry didn’t want to lose you either, so he just nodded and turned his focus to the TV. Your hand was still in his, being kept warm as he’d said. And you did feel warm with him. So fucking warm…

“Thanks.” You whispered to him and he turned and smiled before focusing back on the TV.

Part Two...

[maybankslover]

i got the part- drew starkey

drew starkey x fiance!argentina!reader

warnings: fluff, couple things, happiness

summary: his fiance is argentina and now he has landed a role where his costar is argentina too. moments with those two.

a/n: written for my girls and me. finished this when i should be sleeping because I work tomorrow and have a final next week and it's 01.27 am

text

20:03 pm

yn 'amor'

yn 'noticias?'

yn 'amor you left at two'

she had been pacing around the living room for the last hour and half, he was about to land another big role but even knowing he would get it because how could he not? she wouldn't calm down until he said 'i got the part'

just as she sat down the rustling of keys opening the door of their house made her stand up again. they stared at eachother for a second before a smile took over his face.

"you got the part." she laughed jogging his way and wraped her arms around his neck.

"i got the part baby."

"i" interrupted by a kiss. "fucking" kiss. "knew." kiss. "it." his laugh made her heart feel full.

"you love me too much." he smiled and pecked at her lips.

"si and you're super super super talentoso tambien." [and you're super super super talented too.] "you didn't tell me who's the co-star tho."

"oh yeah." he made her sat down before telling her." anya taylor joy."

"nah dale enserio." [c'mon be for real.] "enserio?" [for real.]

"why would i lie to you?" he laughed and waited for her reaction.

"anya taylor joy." the shock in her face was evident. "anya taylor joy!" she almost screamed in his face jumping to her feet on top of the sofa.

"I knew this would be your reaction."

"you're like a step away from becoming un argentino amor" he continued to laugh as she placed kisses all over his face.

"what's the last step?" he crocked a brow.

"well." she pointed her ring finger. "casamiento." [marriage] he was the one to kiss her face now. "despues de eso ya sos argentino." [after that you're argentino]

"can't wait for that day to come." he sighed sitting down and bringing her down with him. "you'll love her, she's such a sweet woman."

she tried not to seem like a nervous fan on the set of his new tv-show but the emotion was a bit too much.

"asi que vos sos la famosa y/n." [so you're the famous y/n] she heard from behind and turned around to see the blonde woman next to her soon to be husband.

"ay no lo puedo creer." [oh i can't believe this] her smile was so big her cheeks were starting to hurt. "soy muy fan tuya." [i'm a hugh fan]

"gracias amor sos divina." [thank you love you're a sweetheart] she now directed her sight to her co-star. "good job starkey."

"thank you took me a while to convince her to date me." he was surprised by the hand of his fiance hitting on his chest. "what? it's true."

"mujer inteligente." [intelligent woman] anya's laugh was contagius. "es un placer conocerte, espero que nos volvamos a encontrar pronto. es dificil coincidir con argentinos en sets." [it's been a pleassure to meet you and i hope we can meet again soon. it's difficult to find argentinos on sets.] she leaned forward to hug her. "make a reunion between us two happen starkey, soon."

"will do will do." he put his arms up as if he was being arrested.

"el placer es todo mio." [the pleassure was all mine] she hugged her back.

it was all she talked about on the way home.

"she's so down to earth amor, es increible." [she's incredible]

in the next few weeks she avoided to ask to come to set like she would do in other occations where she moved with him to any filming location, her editing and publishing work allowing her to do so.

"baby anya's been asking about you." she looked up from her computer as he laid in the bed of the airbnb the production facilited him. "she wants you to come to set said i wasn't fun 'para tomar mates'" [to drink mate] he said in a broken spanish.

"posta?" [really?] he almost laughes at how her eyes lightened up. "i didn't want to be annoying and fan like."

"she really liked you and also wants for us to go to dinner with her husband."

"okidoki." [okey in a funny way.] she wanted to hide her smile but she felt too happy to do so. "ella quiere que vaya al set no lo puedo creer." [she wants me to come to set, i can't believe it.]

"baby a bit more of english in that sentence please." the roll of her eyes as she walked towards him made him throw a pillow her way.

"not my fault you're a tiny bit ignorant still after all this years." she placed a kiss onto his lips and herself in his lap. "but i was saying that i can't believe she wants me to come to set."

"why wouldn't she?" he squeezed her hip. "you're kind, funny and a sweetheart as she said."

drew loved seeing her so happy, he knew it was hard for her finding people and not having to suspect if it was because he was her partner or if they really wanted to be her friend.

"por fin te trajo! te tenia secuestrada acaso?" [he finally brought you! he had you kidnapped or something?] anya said as soon as she saw her come with drew two days later.

"algo así." she kissed her cheek and welcomed the hug the blonde gave her.

"me alegra que vinieras, es mas divertido para mi asi." [i'm happy you came, it's more entretaning for me this way.]

throughout the next few days they shared together on and outside of set it was clear for the people around them that it wasn't only y/n who felt comfortable with anya but that it was actually anya who felt comfortable with her.

"posta te digo, me hacía falta una compañera que hable mi idioma." [I'm not kidding when I tell you I was missing a partner who spoke my language] they chat alone as drew was changing out of the costumes as they were wrapping the day.

"te entiendo es tan dificil a veces no tener con quien hablar en el dia a día en castellano aunque tengas gente en el celular." [I get you it's difficult sometimes to not have someone to talk in spanish on the daily basis even if you have people in your phone] she passed the mate to her.

"dios si y nadie te entiende porque ellos tienen su idioma todos los días." [and nobody understands you because they speak their language every single day] anya nodded while talking.

after a while too concentrated in their conversation they didn't heard drew come into the room nor did they hear the picture he took of them.

"sweetheart time to go." he said yawning. "and I'll see you next week joy." his nickname to his co-star.

"actually you'll see me tomorrow. we arranged the double date in the time you were gone." she subtly laughed and kissed her new friend cheek before saying her goodbyes and leaving the room.

"la amo." [I love her] his fiance said.

"I'm starting to think you love her more than you love me." he kissed her head before following the same path anya had gone too.

drewstarkey via instagram stories

reposted by anyataylorjoy 'she's the better one'

reposted by drewstarkeynews 'drew on instagram stories with his co-star anya taylor-joy and his fiance who he tagged as baby. we still don't know her socials after all these years and we ask you to keep it this way as it's what they want.'

on the next four months they filmed the two argentinas continued to make their friendship grow and soon enough they were having coffee dates alone sharing their life experiences.

anyataylorjoy via instagram stories

caption 'taken by yn. stolen from @drewstarkey (I like her better)'

"are you going to steal my fiance everytime your husband has to leave?" drew huffed as he picked y/n from the sleepover.

"si everytime." anya laughed and hugged her new friend before getting back inside her apartment. "see you both in a few days."

"nos vemos amiga." [see you friend] y/n said taking drew's hand and walking down the stairs.

"you know what I find funny? you were so afraid she would find you annoying and she loves you and calls you her friend." drew said as they cuddled in bed later that night.

"I can't believe it either. I've been such a huge fan of her's like having an argentina representating who she is and how much she loved our country it's inspiring." she played with the ring on his finger. "she loves being who she is and she actually speaks the language, you know how hard it is to find people who actually embody who they are and their roots."

"I know baby." he kissed her forehead.

"she doesn't do it for fame or to say she's latina because it's a trend nowadays for those who don't know anything about their ancestors." as she picked up the pace of her words they became a bit broken. "ella representa lo que es y como se crio. es tan sencilla." [she's so simple and represents who she is and how she's raised]

"I'm glad this role made you meet her." she sat in bed at his words.

"ay drew perdon amor." her eyes softened. "esto es tan grande para vos and I'm making it about her and me finding a friend." [this is huge for you]

"hey nono don't be sorry. this makes me happy, you finding new people who gets you." he kissed the palm of her hand. "you make everything big for me and I want you to make my success about you too. I'm where I am because of you too, what is that saying you say about a vela?" [candle]

"sosteniendo la vela?" [holding the candle] she tilted her head to the side.

"you've been sosteniendo la vela." his broken spanish made her giggle, he always tried. "for me since we've been together. this past six years amor and this six years have been the one's my career started blowing up."

she nodded and caressed his face.

"all of this is because of you too. you make me feel I'm capable of everything." he saw as her eyes started to water a bit. "don't cry baby."

"I'm sensitive y'know. te amo gordo." [I love you 'fat but in a really loving way beacuse its used as a loving nickname']

"te amo amor."

she was obviously his date for the premiere and the pictures of them were a fan favourite.

"they look fantastic." y/n said to malcom, anya's husband, as they watched from aside how their partners posed and gave interviews together.

"that they are." he said. "thank you y/n." she looked confused at his words.

"why?"

"she needed a friend that shared the distance and culture, you gave her that." he smiled. "you became that friend."

"she became that for me too." she also smiled as she affectionately squeezed his arm. "she's that to me too."

popculture via twitter

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[gallavichsreddie1128]

If She Knew....4 (Joel Miller)

Description: Joel avoids Y/N after his talk with Ellie and Y/N finds out why.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,779

Part One Part Two Part Three

Joel’s attitude and mood started to shift after Ellie exposed that she knew about them. All her words were in his head and all his insecurities came to light. Y/N did deserve better than him and that was a battle in his head, always has been. Everything Ellie said was true so why did it hurt him that much? He knew that Ellie finding out was going to be a shit show but this was a whole new level.

Ellie basically told him that he was nothing, how was he supposed to tell her sister? At first when Y/N woke up alone, she just thought that Joel was busy but she would barely see him through the day and when she went to find him, it was some poor excuse. She thought it was because Ellie was pissing him off but she was so wrong. Joel walked into the bedroom so many times while she slept and almost got into bed with her but always ended up on the couch.

He was avoiding her and it started to really make her mad. He had everyone making excuses for him, he was doing more work just to avoid her and he was blind to how sad she was. It’s for the best, he tells himself. But why was he letting a kid dictate his relationship?

He would stare at his ring for hours in his office, picturing all the wonderful times they spent together, how much he really loved her. Their age wasn’t something either of them liked to think about or talk about but it always sat in the back of his mind. Ellie just brought it to life again the other day. Since Y/N had no idea why Joel was avoiding her other than the thought about it being about Ellie, she pushed that thought away and got mad. She was his fiance for crying out loud, he had no reason to avoid her. 

As Ellie ate breakfast she watched her sister storm into the kitchen, not even acknowledging her. She was so lost in thought to notice her at the table as she grabbed some food herself. Ellie thought about saying something, maybe Y/N knew or maybe Joel was hiding it from her and she was mad for a different reason. She didn’t get her answer as she watched her storm out of the house to find Joel.

Y/N walked to where Joel always was at this time and refused to knock as she barged in. There sat her fiance looking at a map with his glasses on, god did he look sexy, she thought but as she made eye contact with him that thought disappeared. He looked up at her and gave her a fake smile, “Hey.” It was quiet and not filled with the love he had for her.

She didn’t smile at him and kept a straight face, “Not gonna tell me to leave?” She asked, mockingly. He looked down, “Well actually-” “Cut the shit, Joel.” She walks up to him, “You’ve been avoiding me for a whole week and I have no idea why.” She growled. He could tell that she was pissed and that he had no way out of this. She actually wouldn’t even let him speak, “You wake up earlier than usual, avoid me throughout the entire day and then don’t even sleep in the bed with me.

You sleep on the fucking couch!” She exclaimed and he sighed, “I'm very busy and I don’t want to disturb you at night.” He tried to lie but she shook her head, “Cut that shit.” She growled and he stood up. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, “It’s not that simple.” He said and looked at her. She wanted to laugh but couldn’t bring herself to do it, “I won’t leave until you tell me.” She was stubborn but she had the right to be.

He was avoiding her and struggling to tell her why. “Ellie knows.” He whispered and she almost didn’t hear him. Her face dropped and she walked closer to him, “What?” She asked, shocked. Thoughts raced through her mind on how Ellie found out. “She confronted me last week when I told her to be nice to you.” Y/N rolled her eyes and wanted to yell at him for doing that but this was more important.

“She also told me that I’m too old for you and that you deserve better and that she hopes you’ll come to your senses.” His voice cracked a little and that broke her heart. “So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” She asked and he nodded. “She’s right. You deserve better than me.” Y/N was in his arms the second he said that, “No.” She whispered, tears in her eyes. “She’s wrong, everything she said.” Y/N refused to let Joel think that way.

Joel hugged her back but wouldn’t let her try to convince him otherwise, “You’re young and beautiful and I'm old.” Y/N pulled away from the hug to look at him. He was so sexy and yet he didn’t see that at all. All she could see in his eyes was sadness. She cupped his face and he looked at her, “Joel, you may be old but you are so hot and caring.” She whispered and he had to hide his smirk. “You are the most caring and loving man I know and I refuse to accept that you think otherwise.” She told him and he couldn’t say anything.

He was taken back by her beauty and her love for him that in his head he doesn’t deserve. She didn’t let him think of what to say as she kissed him. It felt good, felt right. It had been a week since they last touched each other and this was perfect. He kissed her back, letting all the negative thoughts go. He didn’t break the kiss as she pushed her against his desk, moving the map aside so she could sit on it. She chuckled against the kiss and removed her coat, letting it fall off her arms and on the desk. He pulled away to kiss her exposed neck, causing her to whimper and grab him.

“Joel.” She whispered and his body relaxed. “Been too long since I’ve heard you say that.” He whispers and moves to her shirt. He needed this and the rest of her clothes off right away. She understood and helped him remove it, showing him her bra that he hadn’t seen in her in awhile. He smirked as his large hands cupped her tits, her head fell back at the feeling and it was too desperate.

His touch almost felt foreign to her, “Joel.” She whispered and he leaned, grazing his lips against her neck, right on the spot that makes her go crazy. “Really hard not to take you on this right now.” He growls in her ear before sucking in her neck. Her hands reached up to his hair, which he missed her pulling on. He groaned as her hands weaved themselves in his hair and pulled as he sucked on her neck. Hickey after hickey he made on her body as his hands moved to her clothed pussy.

She was embarrassingly wet as he unzipped her jeans but she was always embarrassingly wet when she was with Joel. She whimpered as she felt his fingers against her clit, which was swollen and ready to be touched. “Always so wet.” He hummed and that was true. Just the way he looked, salt and pepper hair and beard, was a true panty dropper. Her jaw dropped and he took the opportunity to kiss her and shove his tongue in her mouth.

She felt weak by his taste and never thought she would miss it as much. His rough fingers collected her wetness and stuck a finger inside of her, “Been playing with yourself?” He asked and her face went red. How could she not? She tried to stutter an answer against his lips but he chuckled and shushed her, “s’okay baby.” The pet name made her eyes roll as he finger fucked her. Her hands were gripping his shoulders now, leaving marks.

He pulled away from the kiss seeing her cry out for her release. Her pussy was gripping his finger, tight and needy. She really wanted him to let her cum on his fingers but he had a look on his face, one that told her the second she was gonna cum, he’d pull away. “J-Joel.” She cried, her release upon her and the older man smirked. “D-don’t-” but it was too late. He pulled his finger out of her before her orgasm and watched as she glared at him.

He took his finger and put it in his mouth, tasting her with a hum. He was hard in seconds just by her taste. She groaned herself at the sight but the euphoria of it didn’t last long as she quickly pulled on his jeans, begging him to fuck her. “Relax.” He told her and took off his shirt, “You will get what you want.” He tells her and removes his jeans. Her jaw dropped as he did this and her hands ached to reach out and touch him.

He rid himself of his clothes and pulled her jeans and panties down as she nearly drooled. He pushed her to lay back on the desk and she immediately got on her elbows just to see him play with his cock before getting in between her legs. She took a deep breath and laid back as she felt him enter her for the first time in a week. It was a beautiful feeling, one that connected them again and made the bad thoughts about the situation go away. Any negative thoughts and feelings Joel had disappeared as her pussy gripped him and her noises filled his ears.

Joel was sitting in his chair with Y/N on his lap, naked. She had her head in his neck as she was on the brink of sleep, Joel’s hand ran over her back gently. “I’m sorry that I avoided you.” He whispers, ashamed of his actions. She pulled away from his neck and looked at him, “You should be.” Her tone was light and playful as she already forgave him. He smiled and pulled her in for a much needed kiss. Y/N kissed him back with the energy she had left before she pulled away, “I need to talk to Ellie.” She whispered against his lips and though he feared what she could say to her sister, he knew that she was right.

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

summary , being forced to go to a gp was not something on Y/N's 2023 bingo card but who knows maybe she will create a friendships that could help her thought this tough time

pairing , step dad! lewis hamilton x fem! young teen! reader

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MOTHER Lewis has got us VIP tickets to the Australian gp Isn't that exciting!

Y/N but I have an archery comp on that weekend

MOTHER dw about it I've pulled you from the comp you can do the next

Y/N are you fucking kidding me you pulled me from a comp to go watch you boyfriend's race what the fuck?!?!?!

MOTHER language young lady first of all he my fiance and he is gonna be your step father soon

Y/N he is not gonna be my anything as far as I'm concerned and the only way I am going is if you drag me there kicking and screaming so fuck you

MINJI babe where is u at?

Y/N @ the Aussie Gp 💀 ... girl don't u remember me telling you guys about this 🙄

HANNI We do but your mom just called asking if we knew where you were 😭😭

Y/N wtf would you guys know where I am 😐

DANIELLE cuz aparently she can't find you and she thinks you are trying to catch a flight out of the country to avoid spending time with her and lewis 🫣

Y/N tf is this bitch on? I would never put that much effort into her let that be know first and for most 😝 second of all I'm hanging out with Max and Daniel 😌 so dw I'm not trynna skip town 😔

HAERIN Max and Daniel? as in like Red Bull's drivers Max and Daniel as in like Mad Max 😡 and big dick Danny ric 🤠

Y/N ew 🤢🤢🤮🤮 never say that again 🚫 but yes that would be them 👍

MINJI ... proof or it never happened 👀

Y/N

happy now?

HANNI okay but how did you even meet?

Y/N walked off to have a smoke and ran into them and started talking

DANIELLE ain't your mom gonna be pissed though?

Y/N why?

HAERIN cuz your created a better bond with Max and Daniel then what you have with Lewis

Y/N tbh I don't really fucking care Lewis seems like an alright guy ngl but I don't like how my mother is forcing me to spend time with him it's awkward and weird escpially since my dad is refusing to answer my calls or texts and everytime a ask my mother about it she says "maybe he is busy sweetheart" and "well look at it this way it will be the perfect opportunity to bond with Lewis" so yeah I have 0 shits to give rn anyway I need to go time for the race max says I can watch in the red bull garage

NANA (EX WIFE) my plan isn't working I thought by forcing you to stay away Y/N and Lewis could bond but I think she hates him more now

JUNHO (EX HUSBAND) no shit sherlock btw I'm coming to pick Y/N up this weekend she staying at my house till she has to go back to school

NANA (EX WIFE) is that bitch gonna be there?

JUNHO (EX HUSBAND) yes my girlfriend is going to be there and I am going to show you the correct way of introducing your kid to your new partner and that starts by telling them the truth about why you marriage ended in the first place and since you refuse to tell her I will read

[t44ovely]

Few Deep Breaths - Jobe Bellingham

Summary: You lost your engament ring…with what cost? Request by anon’

Word count: 670 (very short sorry<3)

Trope: sad and fluff

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You are currently paniking a little, Jobe your fiance is coming home soon from his training and you have lost your engagement ring.

You’re pretty sure you left it in the bathroom were you usually leave it before taking a shower or for the night, but it’s nowhere you can not find it.

”Where the fuck can it be???” You speak to yourself, you’ve look from kitchen, livingroom, thuru the whole bedroom, other bathrooms of you house, in your car and even if it would be in the gym. Nowhere, you just can not find it.

You look thuru every single place again, just incase you missed something. It takes a whole 40 minutes to look thuru all the places again and then Jobe manages to come home.

”Hey darling,” he greets you at outside when your turning your car almost upside down while looking for the ring. You snap a little noticing hes back, ”oohhh hi my love,” you say greeting him with a hug and kiss.

Jobe notices somethings not right from your face expressions, ”is everyhing okay? You seem stressed?” He says taking you to his arms. You nod into his chest, ”im fine i just losted something” you say getting away from the hug.

Jobe sees you avoiding eye contact, he takes a hold of your jaw and makes you look at him. He looks deep into your eyes, ”i can help to find it, just tell me what are we looking for?” He says. You look at him, you don’t ever want to lie to those brown beautiful eyes, but you don’t want to tell him you lost your ring.

”Ööm it’s nothing i can find it myself, thank you J,” you say and so you continue looking the ring from the car.

That’s when Jobe notices your ring isn’t in your finger, ”wheres your ring princess?” He asks taking your hand to his. You snap your hand away, ”it’s in the kitchen i cleaned the dishes so i took it off,” you say closing the car door and walking inside.

Jobe follows you inside, closing the door behind him and walking closer to you. ”Well so it to me,” he says. You turn to look at him, then looking the kitchen counters and then to your feets, ”öömm well…” you start. Jobe finishes your sentence before you, ”that’s what you lost huh?” He asks, you not sadly and slowly.

”Oh god y/n, you really lost your engagement ring?” He says, little angryness but more like sadness sound in his voice breaks you heart a little. ”Im so sorry, i don’t how and not when or where im sorry J i really im,” you explain to him now looking into his eyes.

”Yeah…” he says walking away to upstairs. You stand there looking into where he was standing a moment ago and a tear fells down to your cheek.

You start crying and sobbing so hard, breathing gets hard just in seconds and then your knees let you down you felling to the cround. You keep crying for a few minutes, when you hear footsteps running down the stairs, Jobe.

He runs to you, kneeling so he could lift you to his arms, taking a hold of you keeping you against him, letting the tears fall and his shirt getting wet from the tears.

”It’s okay princess, im sorry, were okay, your okay, im not mad at you, i love you baby,” he says letting you calm down before taking a look at your face.

Eyes red from the crying, hair messy and lips pounted, ”…i love you…too…im sorry,” you say between the sobs. Jobe wipes your tears away and kisses the top of your nose, ”it was an accident baby, were gonna find it together okay?” He says pressing his forehead to yours.

You nod, ”okay” taking a deep breath, like Jobe thought you when you first started dating, ”thank you J,” you continue. ”For understanding,” you say.

He nods, ”always my princess.”

[bouncybongfairy]

Not A Peep

Simon (Ghost) Riley x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You're a medic on Task Force 141 and Ghost finds out you have a thing for him when you get flustered stitching him up. Once you guys get back to the barracks, he fucks your throat under a desk.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Dom Ghost, Face Fucking, Rough Smut, BJ Under Desk

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It was easy to separate yourself from all the stories being told while studying to be a combat medic. Tales about women falling for soldiers and then being immortally traumatized from watching the war take its effect on him. Whether it be emotionally or physically, the horror stories were gruesome. One teacher talked about how she had to treat her fiance after he’d been shot in the arm, apparently it fucked her up for a while. In a way, you would mock the fact that anyone would put themselves in that situation. Falling in love with someone with such a high risk job. It seemed like common sense not to put your heart on the line, especially when it could affect your job. 

That was until I met Simon and you started to understand that those wives tales weren’t so far fetched. The two of you didn’t talk much but it always felt like there was so much tension. Constantly making eye contact, becoming flustered and tongue tied whenever he spoke to you. Avoiding him when you could, not liking the feeling of your heart racing when you did. He held so much emotion in his eyes, like he was projecting his thoughts through eye contact. On a recent mission, a bullet brushed past the area above his hip bone; creating a laceration that needed stitches. Barding into the tent and pulling his pants down and shedding his gear.

 Immediately you get on your knees, pulling everything you needed to treat him out of your tactical vest. Looking up just before starting the first stitch, he was already looking down at you. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were narrowed onto you. Blood was running down, trailing down the contour of his v-line. Hands started shaking slightly, especially as he started to moan and curse in pain. Even though you were fully aware his reaction was from discomfort, you couldn’t but imagine if it… wasn’t. 

He was watching you like a hawk, swiveling his head to watch you whenever you grabbed gauze. All hope that he didn’t notice you acting flustered was ditched when you started feeling dizzy, swaying a little. He grabbed your arm to prevent you from falling, your partner taking over. Now back in the barracks, you took a long hot shower. Trying to figure out why you got so in your head, the water began to run cold. Prompting you to get out and get dressed, walking back into your room. Ghost who was stripped of gear, laying back on the bed supporting his weight with his elbows. 

“Do you need me to redress that for you?” you asked, assuming he was waiting to see you about his wound. 

“No. Do you need me to undress you?” he asked, sitting up. 

“I- What?” you asked, taken off guard. 

“Do you. Need me to. Undress you?” he asked slower, like you were too dumb to answer the question. 

“I don’t understand-” you began saying. 

“No no, I saw you today. The way your eyes widened when you were on your knees in front of me. The desperation and neediness was so potent I could practically smell it on you. I could have taken you right there if I wanted, forced myself into your throat. So hot and bothered you couldn’t even do your job, I consume your thoughts. Don’t act like I don’t” he said, backing you against the desk that was in the corner. 

“I don’t-” he interrupted. 

“Wanna say something you regret,” he said, running his thumb over your bottom lip. Dipping it into your mouth, feeling around to see your reaction, “I think it safe to say that if you didn’t want my cock, you wouldn’t be sucking my finger like a whore. Would you?” he asks, you shake your head and in response he gives you a sharp smack on the cheek.

“Would you?” he asks again, giving you a chance to correct your answer. 

“Yes sir,” you say, melting at the way he looked at you. 

“Good girl, get under the desk.” He said, which you did without hesitation. 

He unzipped his fly, struggling for a second to free his member but finally got there. Sitting down in the office chair, rolling into the small space under the desk. Completely trapping you inside the small space. No longer being able to see above his shoulders, not that it mattered when his cock was right in front of you. Every time your lips finally encased his tip, he would use his hand and pull it away. You reach up and try to take his length into your hand. His voice booming through the room as he pulls away a couple inches to look you in the eyes. 

“Put your fucking hand down, you haven’t done anything to deserve it,” he said, scooting back in, using his hand to guide your head down. 

After all the teasing, the feelings of his cock pushing past your lips felt like heaven. Ever since you met him all you could think about was him ravaging you. Using your body for whatever he wanted. A loud groan coming from the back of your throat, his other hand was stroking your cheek. Slowly starting to push your head down further, you gagged which made him chuckle. 

“Fuck, I knew i’d eventually have you gagging around my dick,” he cooed, letting his head fall back. You looked up, now being able to see his exposed jawline. Reaching your hand down and starting to play with yourself. Spreading your wetness around and circling your clit. Moaning as drool and pre-cum started sliding down his shaft. He grabbed your hair and starting to fuck your mouth. His eyes were rolling back, feeling feral hearing the wet slobbering and slapping sounds. There was a knock at the door which made you squeal and try to pull away. 

“Shhhhh!” He hisses before clearing his throat and answering the door. However just before he does, he presses your head down, applying pressure with both hands on the back of your head. Forcing your lips all the way down to the base of his cock. 

“Yeah!” he yelled, Soap opened the door but remained in the doorway. 

“Have you seen y/n? We have training soon,” Soap asked while you were digging your fingernails into his boots, swallowing around his length which hurt slightly.

“Yeah, I think she went to get some fresh air,” Ghost said, stars were forming in your vision. Soap thanked him and promptly exited and Ghost finally let you pull back. Gasping for air and wiping the tears out of your eyes. He moaned as the cold air hit his dick just after getting used to your hot throat. 

“That’s a good girl, just breathe. Yeah, you’re a such a good fucking girl,” he snarled and pulled you back down on you. 

He stood up and balled his fist in your hair, and pinning his hands onto the top of the desk. Essentially locking you into place and he obliterated your throat. Making sure your nose was pressed into his base with every thrust. Not bothering to pull his cock out as he started came. Warm cum flooding down your throat and into your stomach. He pulled out, not wasting any time putting his dick away. You rested your upper body on the now empty chair that sat in front of you. Ghost squatted down and grabbed your wet chin to look up at him before speaking, 

“Firstly, you should thank me for feeding you before training. Secondly, I didn’t make you cum because you left scratch marks on my boot,” he said, walking out of the room.

[juliet-without-romeo-stuff]

You're such a tease.

Nikolai sokolov loves everything Brandon king does..but there is something Brandon do that will be the death of nikolai .somedays before Nikolai literally begged Brandon to wear an harness and that truly became his fav thing.

whenever brandon wear harness for him. He becomes uncontrollable. But Brandon loves the idea of killing nikolai by wearing it in some places under his posh boy clothes just to tease Nikolai.He won't tell nikolai about what he is wearing underneath but sometimes he will just make sure to show a little bit of the straps that too in times like only nikolai can see and act all innocent afterwards whereas nikolai situation is unexplainable. Mostly Brandon does it when he wants full attention of nikolai or whenever they are going to a clubs and parties where nikolai's ex bedmates will be there , Brandon can't avoid it since Nikolai literally fucked three fourth of the population of the island and its something he isn't proud about. His libido is no joke .

Where in one situation When The whole bratva had an together party which every bratva members has to attend with their partners . But at that time Nikolai and brandon had an argument over something useless for which bran felt the urge to punish nikolai in most logical way .after many thoughts since he never imagined doing this at such an dangerous place that to among mafia peoples , he wore a harness that too he bought recently since this one has lot of starps and also has straps on his thigh too but he bought it without niko knowing and succeeded in hiding that . He thought he would just show it to nikolai someother day and the rest is upto him but nikolai is unlucky (no he isn't) this was the time to use this and he made sure to take some pictures with only wearing that harness and nothing underneath and also some with pants while the harness covers his upper body it was well fitted to his body proportions and was fantastically gorgeous.He knows niko gonna suffer alot.

Nikolai was already at the party cause he and jeremy volkov were the one arranging and hold responsible for that.When Brandon and cecily knight reached the venue.He met Nikolai and jeremy looking so fucking hot in that black suits that shows how much power they hold in this field. Even though Nikolai is an gentleman and has all golden retriever traits only with him But Mafia Nikolai sokolav is his weakness and most dangerous person to ever mess with .After sometime when the party started and all the important peoples,officers and other mafia gangs were there.jeremy and Nikolai was in meeting with the other mafia peoples he thinks judging by their serious facial expressions and that thick russian accent and russian language which he understands nothing. Brandon knows some words in russian because nikolai's vocals during thier physical intimacy was mostly in russian words from praising him to say some dirty stuffs ,he can't handle the curiosity and sometime ask him to tell the meanings and sometime translate it in his mobile later. He decides he should send the photos later since Nikolai was busy but you know what god isn't in favor of nikolai cause there he is speaking with Mr.Carmichael member of the east russian mafia, an assassin and gay but that's not the problem to him. The actual problem is that he is the one openly claims that he has an interest in Nikolai even though he knows that Nikolai is engaged and he isn't happy about it.Though Nikolai said that don't take him srly he had this infatuation even before they met and he only wants him, but that didn't change the fact that man was was near his fiance and having this eyes of lust.Then he did what he wants he sents those pictures to Nikolai with a smirk on his lips while sitting the couch with cecily and chit chatting while sipping his wine. Nikolai saw that in less than 1 minute and he didn't get any respond for next 5 mins which make Brandon smirks go wider.He knows that Nikolai is searching him and their eyes met for a minutes and Nikolai raised his one eyebrow that clearly a gesture shows he is impressed.....

When the meeting was ended within less than 10 minutes and he knows without even searching a Beast is walking towards him but fortunately Nikolai can't drag Brandon to the rooms or bathrooms to discuss about his new adventure and its causes ...........They had to meet all the peoples and gang members and higher officials. since everyone felt that brandon and Nikolai are the exact meaning of A BEAST AND HIS BEAUTY and Nikolai's fellow mates always says that an Gangster married an prince .whenever any peoples got to know about Nikolai sokolav went exclusive and is engaged to an man that too none other than the WORLDS SENSATIONAL ARTIST BRANDON KING they all get truly suprised.They never taught even in their wildest dreams that Nikolai will go exclusive and that too in an monogamous relationship considering Nikolai himself told that he isn't an mono relationship person . clearly that everyone in bratva knows Brandon and brandon also try his best level to gets along with these peoples which brandon never thought he will.

But Nikolai and jeremy created an business man image and owns some business to hide the mafia things .even before they officially declares there relationship publicly. somepeoples who saws Brandon and Nikolai together spreads things about them dating or its just an casual hook up and well they response was truly positive not that brandon king cares but the die heart fans of Businessman Nikolai sokolov was different case.later In one of the Fans with their artist interview when an Fan of Brandon art ask him about his relationship status , Brandon said," Actually am Engaged *shows his engagement ring *and going to get married soon. When later some fans asked him teasingly If he will go on a date with them for which he smiled and said with a teasing smile,"I don't think Nikolai will like it though" and that confirms that the rumors are true and they are in an relationship for almost 4 years now.

When he came out some peoples asked him whether he is gay or bisexual but turns out that he is an demisexual and it took him sometime to accept and get comfortable with it and he only understands about his sexuality in his therapy sessions.( Lets just say he is nikosexual)

When speaking with everyone in the party Brandon can feel Niko's hands were roaming on his body and definitely feeling the straps and trying his best to control kolya and his tight grip on his waist along with his piercing gaze that screams he truly gonna be wrecked tonight .

Lets just say they left early or morelike Nikolai dragged Brandon earlier to home and they had fuckfest which is Nikolai fav time of the day ended up the next day Brandon can't even move a limb and Nikolai take very good care of Brandon.

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[amphitriteswife]

Weird

Pairing: jonggun x female reader

Warnings: reader is weird cause i said so. also mentions Child marriage

Note: i haven’t written for Jonggun in so long. I miss him😔

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Jonggun’s breath was steady, his eyes closed. His vision pitch black, yet it was still peaceful. The sound of the wind gently blowing across the leaves of the trees in the garden. His ears blocking out the many voices around him. He winched. Feeling a slightly cool but slimy texture across his cheek. His eyes slowly opened to find you, his fiance, looking down at him, crouched over. ‘What are you doing?’ Jonggun said, his voice a little strained from not talking for so long. ‘Facial.’ Jonggun’s face twisted in confusion? Facial? The skin care? Why are you talking about that? That’s so random. Jonggun feels the slimy texture moving across his skin which made him stop moving, laying down like a statue. ‘What is on my face?’ Jonggun stared up at you, watching you as you moved it across his face. It felt weird…really weird and gross. He watched your eyes as you pulled it off his face, it stuck to his skin for a while before letting go. His eyes widened, he pushed you off him. Making you fall to on your butt. He quickly got up and looked at you mortified. What. The. Fuck. Whatthefuck. Jonggun wiped his cheek with the sleeve of his Montsuki. His mouth wide and agape. No. How the fuck are you his fiance. You’re so gross and weird! ‘Ouch! That hurt!’ ‘Ofcourse it hurt! Don’t come near me!’ Jonggun seemed disturbed, very disturbed. Something you never saw on him. His brows furrowed and a hint of disgust as well as worry. Perhaps even fear? ‘Whyy’ your whine made Jonggun falter slightly. But still. He can’t let you get any closer. You’re a threat now. Shoo! Jonggun took a step back every time you stepped towards him. Keeping the distance between you two. ‘Get rid of that.’ Jonggun said, pointing to your hand and taking a step back again, his back now against the wall of the estate. ‘No! He’s my friend!’ You argued back walking towards him, still holding it in your hand. Jonggun narrowed his eyes. Looking at you with focused eyes…he’ll do it. He’ll do it! You giggled, still walking towards him and holding it with both your hands.

Jonggun looked at you with determination in his eyes. In a swift motion he had kicked the thing out your hands. Making you slightly confused and looking around. ‘Hey! You kicked Larry!’ You searched on the grass only to find Larry unmoved. Jonggun came to look at Larry next to you. ‘Is it dead?’ ‘No…i don’t think so. Why-’ Your eyes went wide when you saw Larry crushed under Jonggun’s foot. The slime from the snail getting on the back of his shoe. ‘NOOOOOOO LARRYYY’ Jonggun ignored your cry and made sure Larry didn’t make it. A soft scoff escaping his lips. ‘Stop acting like that. That snail had it coming for being on my face.’ Jonggun told you, finally stepping off Larry who had become just a splatter on the grass. It was all..slimy. But at least Larry has been sent to another place. Jonggun felt himself physically relax, thank goodness that snail was gone because he would’ve lost it. Especially after you put it on his face while he had his eyes closed. You looked at him, your eyes terrifyingly cold. Jonggun knew that look. Trouble. He’s in trouble. ‘No.’ Jonggun stepped back again, his hands coming up to try and push you but before he could avoid you, you has smeared all the slimy goo on your hands all over his clothes. ‘….’

‘Miss Somi, i made Jonggun dirty.’ You held Jonggun’s hand, tugging him along inside his own house. Somi smiled at you. Despite your marriage to Jonggun, and even though she didn’t necessarily know how to feel about her child, she still seemed pretty okay with you. ‘What did you do?’ ‘I rubbed a snail on him. And on his clothes.’ Somi looked at her son, who was looking down at his clothes. The slime glistening on the fabric. Jonggun then looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing. He felt filthy cause of you. ‘Can I take Jonggun home to the north, miss Somi?’ Somi looked at her son, who was looking back at her. Jonggun still had to maintain his composure and be acknowledged but Shingen and getting a name. But…perhaps sending him with you may widen the chance of that happening, the engagement between Jonggun and you only strengthen his position…perhaps he could take over some local gangs in the area…Somi’s lips turned into a smile. ‘Okay, considering you visit us often, i can suppose that Jonggun can visit you this once.’ You jumped and gave Somi a bow before dragging Jonggun along, who was rather confused. He looked back at his mother who gave him a knowing nod before sending him with you.

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Now it has been some days that Jonggun is on your home. He seemed a little more at ease now that he doesn’t necessarily have any responsibilities nor expectations. Your house was always pretty fun. He experienced what it was like to have a loving family. Your dad was the closest to you. Your mom was always kind to him and your siblings all seemed okay with you and Jonggun. The two of you were kids after all, but it didn’t mean what the two of you had wasn’t real. Perhaps it wasn’t what you would call a ‘relationship’ but the friendship was surely there. And it was no secret that you liked being engaged to him…even in your own weirdness, you were the first person to break all the ungodly amount of expectations on him. You were there. And…you felt like home. A real home and family to him.

[ethereal555]

THE SIDE

Lewis Hamilton x older!reader

Monaco.

6:28pm.

Annelise, weary with toil, taps impatiently at the elevator’s closing button imploring it close with haste as she sees her ‘fiance’s neighbour’ speedily progress from the apartment complex’s lobby towards the open  elevator she was in. The large expanse of glass windows in the lobby reveal a herd of middle aged men, and a few women (mostly grey-haired and stubby) with cameras and microphones in hand incessantly banging on the grandiose windows for his attention obviously–  in the process leaving multiple sweaty handprints– tainting the pristine appearance on the luxury complex, yuck.

The security would soon kick them off of the property but that wasn’t her problem, her problem was the awkward conversation she’d have to endure with her neighbor if he got in. Rebuking this, she tucks herself discreetly into the corner of the elevator to avoid being seen as she continues tapping, her despair manifested in the volume of the impact her knuckles made on the same button repeatedly; she hoped the cacophony of paparazzi’s yelling outside would prove to be overbearing enough to drown this out, and consequently enable her to continue her day without crippling anxiety.

Finally the doors– after years - decided to listen, drawing closer and closer together within seconds. She leans slightly, just enough for her right eye to peer between the decreasing amount of space in between the two metallic sliding doors and to her shock he was closer than expected, it made her heart jump.

Fuck, he’s going to make it. No!

The 30–year–old’s left foot wedges in between the sliding doors and they recoil, revealing an irritated looking Annelise. She lets out a prolonged huff and scoots the flood of groceries she’d bought, alongside some bits from Dior she indulged in during her grocery trip, to her side of the elevator. Scratching the back of her neck passively as the panting man bursts through the door.  Her tongue instinctively laps around her mouth when the dripping sex symbol enters, using the back of his free arm to wipe the perspiration off of his large forehead, a few loose curls around the circumference of his head clinging to his face. Unfortunately for Annelise, the beads of sweat don’t end on his forehead but rather along the side of his tattooed neck, collecting at his deep collar bone. 

She had to stop before her gaze went lower than a engaged woman’s should.

She gulps, all of a sudden becoming overly aware at how intensely she’d been hawking at him. His sleeveless grey compression shirt is visually damp and sticking to his fit body, but nothing other than expensive cologne hangs in the air between them.

He reaches over towards her side of the elevator, a tired smile tugging at his lip, to press the already glowing number 10 button, to take them to their shared apartment floor.

 The doors shut slowly, and they are in silence. The silence is infused with the low hum of the elevator ascending, alongside Lewis’ faltering pants, and the occasional scrunch of the shopping bags by Annaelise’s foot as she shook her foot impatiently (for what had already seemed like hours) until she could leave this hot, tight space. The sounds he was making were driving her to insanity as she tried to think….more productive thoughts.

She envisioned the way it would look if Christian would be waiting outside of their door, ready to hopefully embrace her and collect their shopping only to see a sweaty Lewis and a flustered Annaelise, the thought of what would transpire soured the duration of the ten floors they travelled up slowly, for Annelise anyways.

“Thank you for holding the doors for me, Anna.”, he smiled warmly, turning to face the 40-year-old, giving her his full attention. His vibe was warm, his smile as charming as always.  A discreet look travelling up and down her physique followed. She wore a white tube top and matching white shorts that she paired with basic black flip flops; these showed off her pink acrylics well. In a rush a few hours prior to this moment, her hair was tied up with a purple shoe string on the top of her head, her curls gracing the shape of her sharp face. He adored the sight of her butterfly tattoos peeking from underneath her shorts. He wanted to trace them again—

She shifts her weight under his gaze, sneaking a glance at the camera at the centre of the elevator’s ceiling nervously. Unlike him, her attention didn’t stray away from the metallic doors of the elevator. She wanted to keep this civil, falling under the lure of his eyes wouldn’t befall her— again!

“Annaelise, Lewis.”, she finally replies.

He hums, a single nod feigning understanding.

Key words, feigning. This wasn’t the nature of their conversations two days prior, on Sunday morning.

“Annaelise….Mmmm, Right.” his soft voice soothes, and there's a funny twitch in his brows, her full name rolling off of his tongue playfully

He observes her body language, oh…

His playful humour wasn’t being reciprocated. She was deadly serious with her newfound boundary which truly perplexed him. But the rising of his confusion halts as he transfixes on the small cut on her bottom lip.

The intermittent deafening  silence between their dialogue was so uncomfortable, and the hawking from him stilled her, she didn’t want to make any sudden moves that would reveal to him how fast her heart was beating against her chest because of his presence, she feared he may see it or even hear it if they were too close. But even from her peripheral vision he was so intense, alerting every single micro hair that decorated her body to stand up, especially the ones around her dainty neck. They knew his presence well.

Once returning his look, she found his eyes lingering on her jaw, a tepid look of his face now.

For God’s sake

“Is it still Annelise after that?” he asks, dragging the last word and his eyes narrow at her jaw, unapologetically.

His transfixion on her jaw was starting to burn, she turned her head swiftly towards the metallic doors this time looking above them to see that they were only on the 5th floor of this slow elevator. For the amount of rent the residents here were paying, this sure wasn’t a perk.

Jittery wasn’t the word, she was itching to be let out.

She shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms over her stomach, portraying uninterest.

“Anna–”

“It’s fucking—” she stops herself, finding any remenance of composure she had in her before correcting herself.

 “It’s Annelise to you, Lewis.” Her voice is pinched as she becomes wary of their proximity to their floor.

He’s silent, not even a nod comes from him .

“Is that understood, Lewis?”

He scoffs at her charade.

“Do you think I’m thick Annelise? Seriously, this tough girl act is boring. Get a grip.” 

His curtness leaves her slack-jawed, he turns from her and mirrors her stare towards the doors, this accumulation of tension in the air between them palpable, heavy. He continues..

“And after this act, again, you’ll still expect me to welcome you back in with open arms and a hard dick when he fucks up again!” the bracelets on his left wrist clink and clank against each other as he gesticulates with frustration.

“Oh—Watch your fucking mouth Lewis—” A grim chuckle erupts from Lewis, “Is it not true, Anna?”

As if she hadn’t already had the air smacked out of her lungs, he’s able to pull more out leaving her gasping incredulously.

“How dare you throw that in my face? T-that has nothing, not a thing to do with you, what happens with me and him!” she attempts to swallow the hard lump of embarrassment in her throat.

She rolls her eyes, starting to piece together how she’d carry her flood of bags to her door. Lewis, his nostril still red with irritation, looks reluctantly from the “interesting” metallic doors and sees her struggling, hunched over a string over curses leaving her mouth. He reaches his hand, like an olive branch, offering to help her with some of the bags to which she replies with a hard slap on his tattooed wrists. A loud ‘slap’ echos against the four corners of lift from the impact on his clammy wrists.

Never had she ever thought a day would come when she’d prevail over the strength of his wrists. Well today was the day. In an elevator on a random Tuesday afternoon.

“Don’t touch my shit.” she spits harshly.

The doors open abruptly, followed by an announcement.

“Tenth Floor” the monotone voice announced.

Slow fuck.

Annelise gathered all the bags successfully, releasing a huff as she stood up in her full height with the weight of all the bags pulled down her arms and shoulders. With moans and groans she left the lift without a glance back at Lewis, who intentionally waited for her to back all her bags, standing in the way of the doors so they wouldn’t shut in the middle of her struggle. He follows her body as she stumbles to the door.

Later that night...

The vocals from Ella Fitzgerlad fill Lewis’ luxury apartment, the L.E.D lights fitted underneath his kitchen appliances red and comforting. The view from his high rise apartment was absolutely gorgeous, he was gifted with the view of the Mediterranean Sea everyday before his eyes, they had become close companions. Even in the darkness, he felt her tranquility from the miles between them, leaving him breathless everyday. The abundance of city’s lights that seeped through the opulent, monumental windows to grace his open plan living room would make a grown man cry. It was breath-taking.

He had just come out of the shower, hot and burning just how he liked it. Steam vapor was still dissipating from his skin’s surface and he stood before the city, his towel hanging low from his groin, exposing V-line. He admires the hush that descends upon his beloved city as night falls, where various silver flickers from the city’s landscape  travel to reflect off of his windows and illuminate the tiny silhouettes of late wanderers. 

Suddenly, the romanticization of his city is called off when Roscoe becomes over excited, jumping and barking by the door, his high pitched whines catch Lewis’ attention. After some time, the excited dog settles onto the wooden floor in front of the door. Why? When he literally has a bed just over there, Lewis thinks.

The man never liked when his dog sat directly in front of the door, it made him feel anxious. He felt at times Roscoe could sense things that maybe couldn’t be captured by the naked eye. Lewis whistled to catch his dog’s attention, clicking his fingers and tapping his lower thighs (where his towel ended)  but all those attempts were futile, Roscoe’s face layed toward the door, his  tail wagging rapidly. Lewis walks over slowly, “Come e’re good boy, come here”, he coos but Roscoe stays slumped, his whines louder.

Lewis gets onto his knees before Roscoe, pulling his baby gently onto his lap, his barking and whining halting as his tattooed fingers stroke his dog’s back, enjoying the sensation of his fur around his fingers tips. Roscoe let out a sigh and sunk deeper into his father’s lap, each slow, calming motion of his hand melting both their tension away.

 Until there was a knock.

The knock was urgent, jolting both the father and son alert  from their sentimental moment. Roscoe responded with an ear splitting bark, jumping up and pacing around the door. Lewis fastened his towel around his waist tighter before getting up and looking through the small peephole of his door. He strains his eyes, until he makes out the figure standing outside the door.

Like clockwork the pretty woman next door stands, wrapped in a red blanket with streams of smudged mascara down her face and swollen lips. Her red eyes pleading, as she waited, looking behind her constantly in trepidation.

It was as if his heart had plummeted into an endless abyss and been lost in the darkness. That’s how he felt seeing her, begging at his doorstep just hours after disrespecting him in the way she did in the elevator. She always came back. It was a vicious cycle Lewis was trying to rip himself free from, but he couldn’t shake free from this grip of her presence, her pussy, her scent, her cries, her moans. His jaw ticked. He was sick and tired of her but she wasn’t the only one to blame– it was partly because of his pushover tendencies. After they were done, Annelise would act as if he was a piece of shit on the bottom of her shoe but he’d still let her back into his home and his bedroom with open arms time and time again. Inadvertently, allowing her to treat him like a peasant as if he couldn’t give her the life of her dreams. She’d make a point to ignore him, block him and make him feel inferior and these things made him mad, really mad. But the sweet man couldn’t bring himself to set boundaries or communicate with her how he felt, it was like everytime they were in each other’s presence he was put under a spell, a spell to which Annelise had to be worshiped as if she were a saint until she’d leave and go back to him and then Lewis pussy whipped and frazzled would get all in his head.

Was it the feminine post nut clarity? Hell, even if it was ..it didn’t excuse her disrespectful behaviour.

Another loud knock shattered through the air and broke Lewis out of his thoughts, Roscoe’s barks are louder now. He hushes his dog, and takes a long steady breath, letting it fill his lungs before slowly exhaling the weight of his thoughts. He opens the door masking behind his eyes the pain he knew he’d soon ensure after this night was over.

She lets out a sigh of relief. “Lew—” she drags, sniffling between broken breaths, struggling to speak past the lump in her throat. “I need you”

Roscoe’s barks stop, and he runs over to his bed behind the kitchen island, as normal as ever now. His wet tongue outstretched as he yawns ready to take his nap.

Lewis drinks her appearance in, he can’t hide the look of reluctance as he stretches his arms out for her to walk into. She sniffles into his bare chest, her arms circulating his groin where his loose towel hung. His breath gets caught into his throat  as she places her cold hands dangerously close to his manhood.

“You don’t deserve me Annelise, I hope you know.” His warms hands press against her back.

She nods rapidly, looking up at him and pressing a kiss onto his tattooed chest.

“I know, I know. Just make me forget, okay?”

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TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. YOU WANT?

[shanastoryteller]

happy winter time! naruto, dealer's choice. thank you!

a continuation of 1

Sakura is terrified that she’s going to mess this up.

Naruto’s never been mean to her, and has complimented her hair several times, but they’re not really friends. Back when she was friends with Ino, she’d see her at the Yamanaka compound sometimes and they’d play together, but she doubts Naruto remembers that.

Sakura doesn’t think she and Sasuke have ever had an actual conversation. He used to be the center of all their competitive crushes, to his hilarious dismay, but then he got betrothed to Naruto and no one was willing to piss off the hokage’s daughter by flirting with her fiance.

Well, besides Ino, but everyone knows she does it just because Sasuke hates it and Naruto feels duty bound to defend him.

Also because Shikamaru ended up taking Sasuke’s place as Cutest (and Available) Boy and Ino would rather stab herself in the eye than bat her eyelashes at Shikamaru, even if that means there’s a social game she can’t win.

Sakura's on a team with son of the Uchiha clan head and the hokage’s daughter, Rookie of the Year and Top Kunoichi, and their sensei isn’t even some normal jounin, but the Inuzuka clan head.

Tsume-sensei seems dismayed when they pass, although Sakura thinks she should have expected this. Naruto and Sasuke have been working as a team for even longer than they’ve been engaged.

Maybe she’s just surprised that they folded Sakura in with them instead of leaving her behind. Honestly, she’s pretty surprised by that too.

“Does this mean we get a dog?” Naruto asks brightly as Sasuke picks twigs out of her hair. “Mom says I only get one pet and doesn’t believe me that the frog doesn’t count.”

“No,” Tsume-sensei snaps, then, “Maybe, I don’t know. I hadn’t actually expected that I’d have to train you, fuck.”

Sakura can’t see this going well.

~

Naruto walks home with Sasuke, because her mother is working late to avoid her father and her father is working late to avoid the fact that her mother is working late to avoid him.

She wishes they’d just get a divorce. Maybe they will now that she’s legally an adult. Maybe she’ll move out and take herself out of the equation.

She won’t. But she thinks about it a lot.

“Maybe it’s good that it’s Tsume,” she says. “Sakura’s biggest weakness is her conditioning and you know that Tsume will train us into the dirt.”

Sasuke hums. “Maybe we should introduce her to Gai.”

She stares. “Do you hate Sakura?”

“She’s fine,” he says dismissively. “It’s too bad we didn’t get Hinata, but both my father and hers would have thrown a fit and gone to complain to yours. He’s the best at taijutsu, if she joins Team Nine’s morning workouts then she’ll be up to par in no time.”

“If it doesn’t kill her,” Naruto says dryly. “Why don’t we see what Tsume cooks up first, yeah? The first chunin exam is months away. She has time.”

“How do you know Tsume will sign us up for that one?” he asks, although by the glint in his eye he already knows.

Naruto answers anyway. “Tsume is going to take the first opportunity to get rid of us that she can, which would be the chunin exams. She’ll be praying for us to either pass or die.”

He laughs, a breathy sound that wouldn’t qualify coming from anyone else.

They arrive at the Uchiha compound and she stares at it wistfully. After helping uncover the almost betrayal, every Uchiha is nice to her now. The compound is so warm and bright and everyone is happy to see her and there’s always somewhere she can go.

“You can join me,” Sasuke says. “Mom always makes extra.”

Just in case she shows up.

“They’ll be expecting me to be home after the test,” she says, trying not to sigh. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Sasuke nods, a pinched look on his face that she pretends not to notice.

When they get married, she hopes they live in the compound.

[mari-lair]

Let's talk about Teru and Aoi and how interesting Teru behavior with Aoi is.

Teru is on a mission to see what has changed from the original timeline to this one, he said so himself.

But he makes a strange move and completely ignores the very big change he was presented with: His engagement with Aoi. The plan was to abandon his 'brand new fiance' and go look for other changes.

Aoi holding his armband, asking for his attention in a very Aoi way and showing a willingness to go on a date with him shocked Teru less than the engagement news but it stuck to him in a way the engagement did not.

Just compare how Teru go 'welp it is what it is, what a strange timeline,' with a level of dismissal that makes him talk to Akane instead of Aoi about the situation.

To how he takes this Aoi at least seriously enough to question her request for them to go out.

So the idea Aoi wants to date him is more confusing to him than being engaged. So much so he does what he does with the original Aoi and starts asking her questions, even picturing the old Aoi as he ask for her hand, adding a lot of '...' in it.

It feels like a test.

A test Aoi failed by accepting his hand, doing something the Aoi he knew never would.

Teru is closed up during his date with Aoi.

He goes with the flow because he needs answers to go back home, he needs to figure out why she is so different but he is tense about this date. His sword bag strap is in a tight fist, which he pulls at it when she clings to his arm.

During their entire date, he keeps this fake little smile on. Avoiding to touch her as much as he can, and not having much to say despite usually not only being good at acting like a flirty prince when people want him to, but having fun in the role.

So Teru isn't indifferent in his date he is tense as fuck.

When he decides he'll send the picture to Akane and Aoi breaks character from lovey dovey fiance, Teru shows a hint of interest again, he goes "ohh? is there a problem?"

It's another test.

She fails but her panic about hurting Akane must either remind him of the og aoi or entertain his more sadistic side, so he goes 'hmmm', which is unimpressed for sure, but still a far more positive reaction than the "unease" that popped up when aoi had held his hand.

By the end of their date i'm pretty sure Teru comes to the conclusion Aoi likes him. I believe this for two reasons.

First, he start playing along with his fiance role instead of being guarded and silent, asking her to feed him with a smile that doesn't feel fake or tense, it's his usual :D expression instead of the :) he has been wearing this whole chapter.

The second thing of note is that this is the first time he actually touches Aoi.

During the entire manga, even in the old timeline, Teru had never even poked her shoulder, but this time he lightly holds her hand to stabilize the snack.

He seems bothered by people crowding them and he actually perks up when Aoi asks him to go to a more isolated place, his smile feels somewhat casual at the invite too, not like his tense ones from before.

When Aoi slaps him he is surprised.

And this part only further suggests that when he had asked her to fed him, he was under the impression this Aoi genuinely likes him.

So he doesn't have a problem doing couple things like being fed by Aoi as long as he believes Aoi enjoys it too.

But she doesn't like him.

Just like the Aoi he knows doesn't. It feels right.

Teru is happy.

Immediately after learning this Teru tries to find more similarities with the old Aoi, asking about her crush on Akane and going back to his mission of determining why changes happened.

Aoi mentions they are both unhappy in this arranged marriage and that they are only playing along to appease their families. Teru is surprised that he is unhappy too.

I am not entirely sure what this means but it is noteworthy that he seems genuinely surprised the 'him' of this timeline is opposed to the marriage with Aoi.

This little Teru is a brat, but his smile and blush contrast with his word. Either he is displeased greatly by this but refuses to 'play victim' like Aoi, or he cares more than he lets on.

He was the one who found her when Aoi admitted her intention was to hide. So he went out of his way to find this "annoying victim blaming girl"

Maybe this means his parents ordered Teru to go find her fiance, make a good first impression, and put on appearances, maybe he went to find her himself for some reason?

As of now, it's hard to say, we don't have enough info about the new timeline to guess very well, but it's food for thought.

Now back to the old timeline, with the Teru we are familiar with: Aoi asks about his family, about expectations and performance, and that isn't a topic he is very comfortable with, just look at his face.

But he does answer her.

He is very awkward, but he doesn't lie, it feels genuine.

He even mentions his mom, which he hasn't mentioned to anyone before.

[artdcnaldson]

and when we move on (we dont) and get a new boyfriend and get engaged all within the span of six months and suddenly art finds himself at your engagement party and you look happy and he thinks maybe he imagined his importance to you - maybe he had it wrong and he was the fleeting obsession. how else are you able to move on so quickly? he's miserable but he still plucks up the courage to come congratulate you even if he doesn't mean a word of it. says, "you look beautiful - honestly." just because, well you do.

and its then that your mask slips - you look like art punched you - not those slaps you'd both traded in the past - but like he'd genuinely punched you in the gut. wounded ane pained like he'd just said the most awful thing in the world to you. and your hands tremble when you hand him your champagne glass and mumble "im sorry - excuse me -"

you have to be somewhere alone. suddenly constricted and panting and you find and alcove to lean against and you feel tears burn your eyes and even worse still, a presence at your back - "hey, what -" because of course its him, of course it is. "what's wrong - what did i say -"

you could laugh. you could laugh if a sob wasn't cut off in your throat. you hate him. on your engagement day. the nerve to say you were beautiful. with those genuine eyes and soft expression - like he meant it. like he always thought you were.

he breaks your heart and and you try to move on - you let yourself drown in the next man that shows you attention because arts words follow you everywhere - how you're not the marriage type - well, your fiance wanted you. he wanted you and that had to be enough because if you remained alone and unwanted you think you'd die from the pain of it -

so for him to say something like that now - all of the sudden -

"why do you hate me? i left you alone, didn't i? patricks still your friend. you have everything you wanted - I just want to move on, art. I just want to be wanted - why are you here?"

GODDDDD your mind <3

You know it’s sudden— everyone knows it’s sudden. But you’re the only one who knows why you rushed into it so intensely. Why, after six months with someone, you agreed to marry someone who you hardly even knew.

You knew the basics— Charlie wanted to be a college professor. His mother was filthy fucking rich, old money, and she liked that you came from an affluent background. He enjoyed skiing, and watching tennis, and he did rowing in high school. He was allergic to cats. He liked ordering raw oysters and slurping them down embarrassingly loud at restaurants. He never ordered for you, always paid the bill, never pushed you past a heavy makeout session on the couch.

Because you couldn’t go past that anymore. You couldn’t be easy, couldn’t give it up. You had to be the type of girl someone would marry, you had to be girlfriend material, and wife material, and mother material.

Charlie wanted to get married, wanted a big family, and you checked those boxes for him. You’d never have to want for anything, he’d pamper you and keep you spoiled like you were used to. He was strawberry blonde like Art, but his smile was more refined and practiced, and you wish it wasn’t. When he proposed you said yes, and cried tears that were supposed to be happy, but how could you know for sure?

Art shows up to the engagement party as Patrick’s plus one, and you feel dizzy. But you have to be normal— you can’t give anything away. You just… try to avoid him. When he starts gravitating your way, you find an excuse to talk to someone else, or make your way into the kitchen for a fresh drink. Anything to stay away, because you can’t fucking see him. You can’t do that right now, or ever.

But of course he finds a way— he’s too polite or maybe he’s just too cruel to leave the party without offering a congratulations. You’re cornered like prey, grip so tight on the stem of your champagne flute that you’re worried it’ll snap.

And he doesn’t say congratulations. He just looks at you with a genuine, completely earnest smile and says, “You look really beautiful. He’s really lucky.”

You feel your heart seize in your chest, like someone’s grabbed it and squeezed viciously. The corners of your mouth twitch downwards, but you fight it and bring a polite, practiced smile to your lips. “Could you excuse me for a second?”

He looks confused as you put your glass in his hand, as you close his fingers around it so he doesn’t drop the expensive crystalware. As soon as you’re sure he has it, you’re weaving through the many guests to find solitude. Most of them are Charlie’s friends, few are your acquaintances— people that would just as soon pray on your downfall as they would offer a sweet congratulations.

You slip into the hallway feeling suffocated, drawing quick breaths through your nose until you tuck yourself away in a nicely tucked away alcove and take a slow, steadying breath.

But Art lingers at the edge of your vision, and you want to just cry and cry as he gets closer, as he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what…” his brow furrows, he searches your face for some sort of clue, something to help him understand. “What’s wrong? What did I say?”

The noise you let out is strangled, almost animal. You look at him and see that he means it, he doesn’t fucking know, he doesn’t understand. Maybe he just can’t.

“I can’t believe you’re—“ your voice cracks and you look away from him. You can’t stand to see that kicked puppy expression, the earnest concern. You can’t fucking look at it. “And after everything?”

Charlie is a good man. Charlie makes you happy, or he can one day, with time and distance. And he sees you as someone he wants to spend his life with. Isn’t that enough? Why is Art trying to spoil it for you when the alternative is proving him right? That would kill you. You’d rather just die.

“I was just…” he trails off, turns your face toward him with two fingers against your chin. The softest he’s ever touched you, and it feels so foreign and wrong that it shatters something inside that you thought you’d fully repaired. “I thought you’d want to know. That I still think about you, that I want you to be happy.”

Tears spill down your cheek, inky and black from your mascara. “You’re so fucking mean, Art.” Your voice is weak as you look at him. He drops his hand back to your side, but stays close, so close you’re reminded of how intoxicating his presence can be. “Why are you doing this to me? Huh? I did what you asked and I left you alone. And I didn’t tell Patrick, because I didn’t want to hurt you. Why isn’t that enough? Why are you trying to spoil this for me?”

Confusion and hurt flashes across his features. Is that what you thought he wanted? For you to really leave him alone? He didn’t want that, it nearly fucking killed him. He spent the end of senior year tanking in tournaments, he hardly slept.

Patrick had told you about Art floundering, and it made you sick. You’d actually laid in bed crying about it, wracked with guilt. You thought it was all because of you, because you’d distracted him and ruined him.

It felt like he was there only to remind you that you were poison. That you would do the same to the sweet boy just through a set of double doors as you had done to him. But you wouldn’t. You’d never do that again.

“Charlie wants me. I’ve been his girlfriend for only a few months and he already wants to marry me,” your wavers pathetically as you think back to what Art had said back home. The prospect that he could be right was fucking terrifying, but you’d left that girl behind. “He could be the only one who wants me like this. So why are you trying to show up to my engagement party and look at me like you— like—“

You can’t say it, but he knows. He looks at you and he knows. You wince as he sinks to his knees in front of you, tears filling your eyes. Because his hands slide up your calves, settle on the back of your thighs.

He kisses your knee, softly, reverently, looks up at you with soft, desperate eyes. You sigh softly as his lips trail up, skimming along your soft thighs. You lean back, pressing against the wall, feeling yourself melt for him.

“Art,” you gasp weakly. “You can’t. We— we can’t.” You know you’re speaking the truth, but your words and your actions aren’t aligned. Your fingers card into his hair, and your entire body lights up when you finally touch him again.

It aches in your chest— longing and hurt and love and hatred. You never felt as much as you do with him. Charlie doesn’t light up that part of you the way Art does. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it needs to be hidden away, cut off like a rotting limb.

His lips press to the spot just beneath your hem, and he peers up at you. “Let me.”

Not a question. A plea. Let him.

Let him what? Love you? Touch you? Let him eat you out in the shadows of a hotel hallway? Let him back in? Let him have you? Let him be yours to worship again?

“Okay,” your voice is barely above a whisper. “Okay.” You repeat, just to make sure you’re certain. Of what, you don’t know.

His head slips beneath the skirt of your dress, and you moan softly at the press of his lips over your panties. Soft, sweet kisses over the fabric that make you open up for him. You feel need dripping from your center, longing.

You haven’t been touched since him— not that he’d ever actually tried. But having him touch you, kiss you… it feels like ice melting.

He tugs your panties to the side, mouths at your cunt like he’s kissing it. Like he’s kissing you. You moan softly, let your head knock against the wall.

“Art—“ you practically sob. His tongue parts you, laps at you from your dripping entrance to your clit. He moans and nuzzles closer, lets his nose rub against your clit as he presses his tongue inside of you. He squeezes at your thighs, dimples the plush flesh there.

You’re so sensitive— it’s a combination of months of barely even touching yourself, of missing him, of craving him. You’re dripping onto his tongue, moaning softly. You can’t manage more than soft gasps of his name, pleas for more— Art Art Art Art Art.

He draws your orgasm out easily, like it belongs to him. Laps at your release, works you through it until your knees are shaking. He pulls back, mouth glistening with your release.

He stays on his knees, presses another soft kiss to your thighs, and another, over and over again. Soft, reverent, tender. He looks up at you so earnestly, so desperately, that you feel a sob stick in your throat.

“I need to get back,” you say suddenly, when the ache in your chest is too much to bear. “Charlie’s probably wondering… you know— I’ve been gone too long.”

“Charlie?” Art asks, his voice weak, pathetic. He’s still looking up at you from his knees, and he has to scramble up when you start walking towards the women’s bathroom to tidy your makeup. “Why are you doing this?“

He could be asking anything. You answer what you think he needs to hear, what h ended a to know. “He’s going to be a good husband, Art. He’s always sweet, and he’s never… he doesn’t just see me like— like what you see.” You take a steadying breath. “What you said to me back home was true, I know that now. But I can’t just be alone. It’ll kill me.”

You pause, let your lip twitch into a sad smile. “Just please leave me alone, Art.”

You slip into the bathroom, he hears you click the door locked so you can’t follow. Not like last time. When he returns to the party, he drinks three more glasses of champagne. He leaves before Charlie gives a toast to you, to your impending marriage. He can’t fucking stomach it.

[darin-nidk]

Proposals. | Hazbin Hotel characters.

Content: Proposing horribly or in the most awkward situations featuring Rosie, Husk, Velvette and Valentino.

c.w.: cannibalism.

Rosie had invited you over for dinner which wouldn't be strange, though this time uhm... there was a corpse on the table as part of the menu. Normally, she'd take into consideration your diet and avoid showing you something so distasteful but it was evident that she was angry as she took a bite of the flesh from its arm and tore it with her sharp teeth, ripping the skin and causing blood to splatter onto the table, her plate and even her clothes. You reached for a glass of water as Rosie spoke, "this one was a rather persistant suitor of mine, he could not simply understand I did not reciprocate his feelings and I did not want his courtship", your eyes darted down to the, still nameless, body that was bloodier than before and cleared your throat. "You know, dear, we should get married as soon as possible to avoid future situations like this".

c.w.: descriptive vomiting.

Husk wasn't proud that he had relapsed into his alcoholism this badly, kneeling on the bathroom floor while you rubbed soothing circles in between his wings yet that's his reality now. The vile feeling of yesterday's contents resting on his tongue, bits of poorly stomached and varely digested solids remained there, as well as the disgusting stomach acid traveling all the way upwards and outside his mouth, his eyes teary in disgust, humilliation and misery. Nonetheless, during a small break in which he had ceased puking, still lightheaded, his blurry sight tried to focus on your figure as he offered a pathetic smile. "Marriage said somethin' 'bout health 'n sickness, right? 'm lookin' forward to take care of ya', I'll be there too". Shortly after that, he went back to gripping the toilet seat edges as he puked, the acidic smell burning his nostrils.

c.w.: sexual harassment.

Velvette was aggressively typing away on her phone, before slamming it down on the table and abruptly standing up, she looked uncharacterisically flustered and caught the attention of everyone in the meeting — she slammed the exit door behind her, and made her way towards Valentino's studio and yelled at the top of her lungs, interrupting the recording of the video as she yanked random cables to provoke more damage. "Oi, you goddamn pissboy! How dare you have my goddamn spouse in this filthy studio of yours?!". Apparently, you were upgraded from their lover to spouse, not even fiance. You were here against your will, and only managed to escape one of the porn actors grasp when Velvette started to wreck Valentino's studio.

c.w.: r18, sex, bellybulge, possessive behavior, unhealthy.

Valentino wasn't someone that considered marriage until meeting you, he wasn't into monogamy (and still wasn't) but the thought of you getting together with someone else drove him insane with blinding jealously. As he was currently balls deep inside of your weeping hole, his lower set of arms making your body rise up and down to keep fucking you, reshaping your insides to his cock that made a bulge show in your belly, he uttered the following words "marry me, amor mío", he whispered in a possessive manner against the nape of your neck before bitting down, sucking and leaving a hickey that'd be impossible to hide.