#and I’m like baby girl I have had one month of rehearsal and I DO know all the goddamn steps

[curiosity-killed]

I’m so extremely done with dance directors for this year lmfao

[sugume]

YOUR BIGGEST FAN — GETO SUGURU

✧･. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.

( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content.  

word count - > 6.6k

authors note. can you see I wasn’t creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me! 

“I bet you look handsome.” You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle. 

‘Nah.’ User @Sssman72  types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer. 

“Stop! Don’t say think bad things about yourself,” You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. “I know your handsome baby.” You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. He’s the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing.  

‘You look tired babydoll...how was today?’ He types. 

“I’m fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.” You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didn’t mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives.  

‘I’ll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.’ 

“I’m always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.” 

‘Make sure you enjoy your break babydoll, don’t gotta worry about me. Goodnight.’ 

You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop. 

— 

“How’s college y/n?” Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk.  

“it’s fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.” You answer as you buckle in. 

“Oh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?”  

You tense under the small blanket you’ve thrown over yourself. 

“u-uhm yeah its good—yeah it’s been fun.” 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.” He chuckles. 

“Uhm—I'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.” You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasn’t happening. 

“Oh, that’s fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,” He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. “You wouldn’t do that though, you’re a good girl.” 

You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car. 

“Alrighty were good to!” She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car. 

“Finally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.” 

“Oh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You haven’t been in years!” You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport.  

“Yeah, I can’t wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.” You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop. 

“Suguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...” 

“Suguru is coming?” You scream.  

“Coming? Sweetie, he’s already arrived this morning. I’m so excited were all together as a family again.” 

“Are you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!” You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother.  

“Y/n!” You mom gasps. 

“Sweetheart, he’s changed.” Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better. 

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s the worst human being on planet earth, please don’t make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,” you lean over the consul. “Please dad.” You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad. 

“Sweetheart...” 

“No! You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this, he’s changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, he’s matured. He even told me the reason he’s coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.” 

“He’s lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!” You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket. 

“Oh, don’t cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, he’s changed, I wouldn’t have allowed him around you if he hadn’t. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and you’ll never have to see him again, please?” 

“No.” You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that they’ve won. You can’t jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didn’t bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport. 

“We’ll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.” They bargain. You act like you’re thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. He’s somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. He’ll make up for your stepbrother’s awful behavior. 

“Fine, I’ll take the master suite.” 

— 

“Okay that's the last of your luggage, we’ll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.” 

“Kay, thanks.”  You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didn’t see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks.  

After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72. 

‘Hey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.’ You send. He immediately starts typing.  

‘Of course, I'll answer you babydoll. What’s wrong?’  Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder what’ll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head he’s a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day you’re going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies. 

‘You know that stepbrother I told you about?’ 

“Mm, that asshole who bullied you?’ 

‘Yep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?’ 

‘Are you serious?’ 

‘Dead serious...my parents didn’t tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.’ 

‘Wow that’s crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesn’t like you?’ 

‘Apparently he’s here to make amends...he’s probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.’ 

‘Well, what if he’s really there to make amends baby?’ 

‘You should've heard the groan I just let out. I can’t believe you’re on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.’ 

‘Hey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a man’s perspective on it. Maybe he realized he’s fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused you’ 

‘Yea well from a women's perspective he’s an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself!’ 

‘Don’t say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?’ 

‘Hypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And he’s also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.’ 

‘Lol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.’ 

‘That’s because you’re perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesn’t poison me and I survive the night.’ 

— 

You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, he’s late, he doesn’t care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents. 

“Y/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.” You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media.  

“Sorry I'm late.” You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different. 

“Suguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.” Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasn’t smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyes—those eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you can’t place. They even crease with the smile that he’s wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile. 

“Y/n? You alright?” You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces.  You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment.  

‘Uhm—yea I'm fine.” You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile.  Suguru has different plans. 

“Hey y/n, it’s been a long time yeah?” Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster.  Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think you’re about to give him a damn handshake?  

...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you won’t. 

You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a ‘hmm’. He lowers his hand.  

“Alright guys let's eat, okay?” You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than you’d admit.  

“You got something there.” Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you. 

“What?” You ask. 

“There,” He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. “There you go.” 

You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe he’s dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it. 

“Uh thanks?” You mummer, unsure what to say. 

“You're welcome little sis.” You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; you’re suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare. 

“You’ve grown up.” Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost. 

“Yea, have you?” You snarl. He stops smiling. 

“I have,” he says seriously, setting his fork down. “I want to talk about—” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Please—” 

“No!” You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. You’re overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him. 

— 

You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring.  

You hated him. You hated him. You—you can’t bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you can’t bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You don’t want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72. 

‘How are you babydoll, you alive?’ 

‘Yes, wish I wasn’t though.’ 

‘Why what happened during dinner?’ You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened. 

‘Oh wow.’ 

‘I know.’ 

‘You gonna give him a chance to explain?’ 

‘I don’t know I don’t want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?’  

‘Course, give me a second. I'll call you.’ You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring. 

“Hi handsome.” you smile at the blank profile. Right now, you’d do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldn’t care. 

‘HI beautiful. Talk to me.’ He types into the chat box. 

“I don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it it’s bad, what if it doesn’t excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean back—it's just so stressful.” 

‘I know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’ 

“Stop, don’t apologize you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.” You laugh. 

‘Beautiful girl—I would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.’ 

“Wow you don’t want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight. 

“I kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.” You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything.  

‘So, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?’ 

“hm,” You use your free hand to tap your chin. “Only if you do something for me.” 

‘And what is that?’ 

‘Can you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you don’ have to show your face—maybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.” You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. You’re about to back out but all the sudden you’re looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight. 

"Y-you probably won’t be able to type and jack off at the same time” You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please... 

‘I’m gonna turn my audio on but I won’t talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?’  

You nod. 

‘Good girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.’ 

You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand. 

You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but you’ll settle for this for now. One day... 

“Mmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,” You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt. 

“Wish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.” You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know you’ll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home.  

“Wan’ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big you’ll have to force me to take it, you’ll have to hold me down and make me take it.” You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder. 

“M’gonna cum for you handsome, m’gonna give you what you want and make a mess,” You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and aren’t in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself.  

You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming. 

“Please please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?” You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out. 

“Yes, cum for me.” Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, you’re squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water. 

“N-no!” 

— 

“Yes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.” You stepdad stares at your phone that’s been sitting in a container full of rice since last night.  

“Fuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?” You look up at him in distress. 

“What do you need your phone for bartending?” He looks down at you incredulously. 

“My boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.” You lie. 

“Well, you can use Suguru’s laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.” Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner.  

“Ready to go honey?” She asks your stepdad. 

“Coming! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you haven’t got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!” Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back. 

 Of course, you had to use Suguru’s laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that you’re okay and that you won’t be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. It’ll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesn’t a password.  

You run to the sitting room, but you don’t see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguru’s room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze.  

You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldn’t know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy.  

Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This can’t be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. No—this is a dream; you’re going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man you’ve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes you’ve sent him and all the secrets you’ve told him over your head. You’re going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought.  

“Y/n? What are you do—” Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. “Let me explain please baby.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch.  

“D-don’t call me that,” You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. “You-you, it was you the whole time.” Your voice breaks. 

Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. “Was this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?” You scream at him. 

He’s grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here.  

“No babydoll—” 

“I said don’t call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!” You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed. 

“Please listen to me y/n. I wasn’t faking—stop packing and let me explain.” Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase. 

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me please” He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you won’t accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you.  

“Why?” You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.   

“I never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail you—I know you don’t believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.”   You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You don’t believe him. 

“I have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didn’t know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didn’t know that the bullying continued when I left. I didn’t know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. I’m so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoru—my best friend, you remember him—well he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didn’t want our conversations to end so—fuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.”  

You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didn’t tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother. 

“I know it’s a lot of information.” 

“It is.” 

“Do you believe me?” He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, you’d be sitting on it.  

Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching.  

“If you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.” He mummers rubbing your noses together.  

You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because he’s the man you’ve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, he’s your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he would’ve ever told you the truth. But isn’t that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother?  

You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least you’ll have a story to tell your feature children.  

Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. “What—” 

“You said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? I’m ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.” He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts.  

“Suguru—” 

“Shh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.” He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face. 

“Take your clothes off too Sugu.” You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didn’t do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you weren’t wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon.  

“Like what you see beautiful?” You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. He’s so fucking sexy.  

He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. “Lay down and let me please you.”  You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair. 

“Suguru!” You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. “Feels s’good Sugu!” You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you. 

Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit.  

“S’good Sugu! Don’t stop!” You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth.  

“Don’t hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, you’ll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.” 

You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm.  

“Gonna cum! M’gonna come!” You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before you’re coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Sugu’s chest.  

“Yes baby, that's it—what a good girl,” He praises as he slurps up all your juices. “Such a fucking good gril f’me.” 

“Gimme a kiss.” You say between heavy breaths.  

“Does the pretty girl want kiss?” You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders. 

“Want you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,” You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks. 

“Don’ tease meanie!” You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips. 

“M’sorry baby, can you forgive me?” He pouts.  

“Hmm—I’ll forgive you only if you kiss me right no—” You don’t even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You can’t believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man. 

“You okay babydoll?”  

“Mhm, just can’t believe this is all happening.” 

“Me too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.” 

“No, I want to. I want you.” You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it.  

Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt. 

“Fuck—I don’t have a condom.” 

“I’m on the pill—please Sugu.” You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. You’ve been on edge since last tight in the tub.  

“Alight beautiful,” He pushes the head of his cock into you. “Fuck me—you feel so good. Always knew you would.” You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly.  

“Sugu—feel’s s’good, want more!” You cry, fisting the blanket’s underneath you.  

“Does my baby want more—does she want to orgasm on my cock?” You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch. 

Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you.  

“S’too much!” You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake.  

“Said you wanted more baby, ‘m giving you more.”  he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark. 

“Sugu, It’s too much. Hurts! m’gonna cum!” You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you. 

“Oh, don't cry baby—shhh—you’re so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.” He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy. 

“Fuck,” he draws out, collapsing onto you.  

“T-that was—” 

“The best sex ‘ve ever had.” 

“Same.” You smile before wincing. 

“What’s wrong babydoll.”  

“You're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,” Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. “And you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.” You grumble. 

“It’s not bad, promise.” He kisses the bite mark softly. 

“And all the pictures fell of the wall.”  

“I’ll put ‘em back up baby,” He laughs into your ear. “Just let me hold you for a second.”  He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened.  

[inmyheaddd]

missed calls - grayson hawthorne x reader

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it was the morning of your 5 year old daughter freya’s ballet play, the one she had been rehearsing and practicing for months. sometimes, you and grayson would go wake her up for school, and you’d find her already awake, practicing her pirouettes in her little mirror. 

you dropped off your daughter at around 8 in the morning, and the show as at 1. grayson had his schedule cleared for months, he had literally scheduled everything around it, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. 

the world may bend to the will of grayson hawthorne, but he bent to the will of his daughter. 

it was nearing 12:15 when grayson’s personal phone went off. he was fetching his car keys so you decided to see what it was. your face fell when you saw it was a 911 text from his brother, jameson. 

you turned around, not even registering that grayson had now come up behind you. “whats wrong?” he said upon seeing the look on your face.

“nothing, it’s just,” you paused before sighing, “jameson just sent a 911.” 

graysons eyebrows furrowed, and he reached for his phone and saw the message. he muttered a swear under his breath before meeting your eyes again silently.

grayson’s bond with his brothers was uncomparable to anything else, even if they bickered a lot, they would still practically die for one another. 

“what are you going to do?” you asked, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. you had to drop everything for a 911, that was the rule.

the last time grayson ignored one, a very unfortunate video of him in very tight leather pants haunted him for months. you had jameson to thank for that.

you could see grayson thinking through all the possible outcomes, a tiny crinkle in between his brows.

“i’m sure they’ll be fine without me for one day.” he stated, and you could tell he was sure in his decision.

that didn’t stop you from asking anyways.

“grayson, are you sure? i mean, i’ll be there to watch freya anyway.” your fingers were drumming against your leg, grayson noticed and held your hand in his. “plus, i think she’ll be fine. she doesn’t like you that much.”

you joked in an attempt to resolve the visible tension in his face, and it worked — his lips stretching into a smile that made your heart flutter. 

he then pulled you into his side and planted a kiss on the top of your head, appreciating your attempts to make him feel better. 

“even if she doesn’t like me that much, i care for her more than anything. i’m going, no matter what.” 

you smiled at grayson and his thoughtfulness. the love he had for your daughter was extraordinary, he was the best parent there could possibly be. 

any worries about what the future - more so his brothers - held in the next week that lingered disappeared the second he locked eyes with freya. she was looking all over the audience for you two, the way her face visibly lit up and her little wave was worth anything his brothers would put him through.

grayson, ever the dad, pulled out his professional camera and was snapping photos and videos throughout the whole show. 

people were giving him looks, even moms that you knew were eyeing you. 

“grayson,” you whispered as you nudged him. 

“yes, my love?” his gaze kept flickering between the stage, his camera, and you. 

“people keep staring.” you muttered, as if it was something new to you two. 

he quirked an eyebrow up as he watched freya on stage, “i’m afraid i don’t care.” he paused, smiling as freya did the one routine she had shown him a million times and locked eyes with you two right after she did. 

“if they had this angel for a daughter, then they’d understand.” he continued. 

the way you could visibly see the excitement and happiness bouncing off of her little face made you endlessly proud. 

you chuckled, “how’d we ever get so lucky with her?” you muttered practically in awe, you wholeheartedly believed you had the best kid in the world.

grayson’s gaze was now entirely focused on you, “she’s a little you, you know that? you’re the best mother to her, it amazes me everyday; how perfect you are with her.” 

“grayson,” you said with a slightly flustered chuckle as you squeezed his hand, “don’t cut yourself out. that determination, that focus?” you say as you nod towards freya, “did not come from me.” 

“that’s not from me, either. that’s all her, my love.” 

freya ran to you the second she was done, then grayson lifted her up and spun her around. their shared laughter was a sound you could listen to forever, and one you couldn’t help but join in on. 

the next day, grayson left for the 911.

he was late though, and the rules were the rules. even though his brothers wouldn’t outwardly say it, they were beyond happy that grayson had found his people, the ones he loved with his whole entire being. 

nevertheless, 2 days later grayson was back home with pink and green streaks in his blonde hair, and glitter in all the places glitter shouldn’t be. honestly, you weren’t too sure you even wanted to know what happened. 

along with that, you were sent a video of grayson singing britney spears karaoke in a very questionable outfit by xander. 

grayson would do it all again though, to be able to see that proud smile on his little girl’s face, and to be able to share that moment with you.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

If your requests are still open I have one

Something spicy, with Rhea x fem! dancer!reader, where reader is a dancer and Rhea gets to see her practice in person? (Reader is in a dance group or something) Like she's seen videos but never got the experience in person and probably gets hot and bothered about readers dancing? Like the display of energy and movement gets to Rhea and she drags reader off somewhere after practice for smexy times :)

my requests are always open, so thank you!!!!

this is so crazy that you say that bc i was a dancer omg so i will DEFINITELY be getting into this hehehheee i’m geeking rn thinking of all the things i could do

CW: hot sex with buff goth wrestler and her hot dancer girlfriend !! (sub rhea, dom reader, car sex, fingering, face sitting, scissoring, slight praise/degradation from reader)

En Pointe

“i’ll be there soon, baby” Rhea texted you. She dropped you off before she went to have lunch with the boys and run some errands, but now she was on her way to watch your invited dress rehearsal for your performance this weekend.

You’ve been practicing for months on this dance with your team and it was almost finally time to show it off. When you heard that you could invite people to one of the dress rehearsals, of course you had to invite her. In the past, you would show her videos of the classes you took where they did short one minute dances that you learned in two hours, and she loved watching every second of it.

The minute she learned that you were having a performance of a new dance, she immediately went on to say, “I don’t want any videos or sneak peaks, I want to be surprised,” so you did just that…or you tried to. You were never good at keeping silly little secrets from her, like surprise parties or gifts that you got her for birthday or the holidays. But she insisted and you compromised by showing her a new trick you learned.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” says your friend.

“Y’all are so cute on instagram, I can’t wait to see it in person,” says another.

You were so excited to show her off that you couldn’t help but smile wide every time she was brought up.

“i’m here! where do i go?” she texted only fifteen minutes later.

“to the right through the double doors, there should be signs,” you reply.

Two minutes pass of you waiting, giddy, giggling and checking the hallways every two seconds until finally you saw the tall buff woman come down the hallway. You ran to her immediately and jumped on her as if you haven’t seen in her in forever when in reality, it was four hours.

“Hey, baby,” she caught you.

“Hiiiiiii!!!” you finally climbed down, “come meet my friends first!” as your drag her to the audience.

Hello’s and Nice-to-meet-you’s went on for ten minutes before they called for places, and off you went. You kissed her goodbye as she found her seat. Fourth row, middle section, middle seat, “It has the best view,” your friends told her with a wink.

The lights went dark signaling the beginning of the performance.

When you were in the audience, you were wearing sweatpants and a big tshirt to hide your costume so when the lights came up on you wearing a black leather low cut halter top (that you put too much trust in), a tiny red miniskirt, (the other girls had different colors), knee high white socks (with matching red bows on the calf), and black lace-up heeled boots, you could hear a loud gasp come from the audience and you immediately knew it was Rhea.

You smiled immediately, and then the song came on, Partition by Beyoncé. A faint “oh my god!” could be heard and you knew who’s accent that belonged to. Your friends giggled on stage as they began to move around you.

The dance lasted the full length of the song with you and your team dancing on chairs, dancing with each other, doing flips, tricks and turns. Some moves were definitely seductive, and you couldn’t help but think about how she was itching to get ahold of you in the audience, twitching in her chair, fidgeting like crazy. It made you dance better knowing she was watching.

After the standing ovation from the 20 invited guests, and the multiple Good job’s and That was amazing’s, you wrapped your arm around the muscular tattooed arm beside you as you walked out together.

“Baby,” Rhea finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“That was so fucking hot,” she admitted.

“You think so?” you knew it was, but you loved to hear her say it.

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t stop squirming in my seat, I wanted to take you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” she unlocked the car and opened your door for you.

She leaned on the top of her truck with one foot on the step as you sat, watching your every move.

“So you thought it was good, huh?” you tease as you buckle your seatbelt.

She gently grabs the side of your neck, which turns into a forceful grip sending a shock straight to your core causing you to whimper.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautifully slutty in my life,” she whispers millimeters away from your face.

She lets you go with a push, not letting you have the satisfaction of a kiss. You huff as she closes the door and walks to driver’s side.

Before you knew it, she turned down a road you didn’t know.

“Where…are we going?” you were a bit scared.

“You’ll see,” she smirked.

Now you were all the way scared. Please don’t murder me, please don’t kidnap me, please. Your leg bounced with anxiety.

“I’m not going to murder you,” she answers your silent plea, “I scoped it out before rehearsal, just wait, I promise it’ll be okay,” she placed her hand on your thigh and it immediately stopped bouncing.

You were still weary of her, but she never broke her promises, ever.

She pulled off the path into a clearing between some trees, to an overlook of the city. Your eyes gleamed at the dancing lights below you as you leaned forward for a better look, “oh, wow.”

“I told you,” she unbuckled, “now c’mon.”

You followed her lead and got out of the truck to the front of it. She picked you up and placed you on the hood that was still hot from the drive, but you didn’t mind too much because it was a cool night. She jumped up next to you and wrapped her arm around you pulling you into her. The two of you sat there for what seemed like forever, taking in the different sounds of nature, but also distant cars rushing through the streets of your hometown.

“You ready for the best part?” she whispered as she kissed your head.

You nodded excitedly as she got down, “stay there a minute,” she ordered.

You hear the sound of the bed opening, then the car door opening and closing, then the bed cover being removed, “okay,” she huffed, “c’mere!”

So you hopped down and went to the back of the truck when you were met with a mattress inside the truck bed with fake tea candles somehow stuck to the sidewalls and rose petals strewn across the light pink blanket covering the mattress.

“Baby!…What is all this?” you smile hard.

“Well, I wasn’t getting lunch with the boys if that’s what you’re wondering,” she kicked a rock shyly with her hands behind her back.

“It’s perfect,” you began to get a little teary eyed at the gesture.

She sighed with relief then suddenly she picked you up once more and landed you on the mattress with a yelp. She followed and laid down on her side with her head propped on her fist, “now show me some of those moves you did on stage,” she patted on the bed.

You understood her orders and started crawling towards her and then on top of her, straddling her waist as she turned on her back under you. Immediately, your lips crashed into hers as she held your thighs pulling you closer. Small moans escaped the both of you as you held her face craving as much of her as possible.

You finally sat up to catch your breath, “so you liked my dance?”

“I didn’t think you could get any hotter and then you did, so no…I fucking loved it. The skimpy outfit, the heels, your ASS! I knew you were flexible but damn, who knew you could shake your ass in a split!”

You blushed at the thought her getting all hot and bothered. “Well I’m glad you liked it,” you laugh.

“No baby, I didn’t like it, I loved it. I loved you, I loved watching you. And I was serious when I said that I could’ve taken you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” her tone became serious with the last bit which is when you knew you were about to get fucked out of your mind.

She ripped your shirt off to find you still wearing the halter top, “holy fuck,” she stared at your chest for a full minute with her mouth wide open, “you’re kidding,” she finally spoke.

“Nope, keep going,” you smirked as you stood up for her to take your sweatpants off.

“There’s no way,” and she ripped your sweatpants down to find the tiny red skirt and the knee high socks, “oh my god.”

You kicked the sweatpants off and stood over her with your hands on your hips, one foot popped, sinking into your hip, showing off your outfit for her. You turn around to pick up your sweatpants where she could easily see that the shorts you were wearing under your skirt for the performance were replaced with a lacy matching red thong. You stand back up and place your sweat pants out of the way, smiling at her.

When you see her mouth open on the brink of drooling, you bend over to close it. She pulls you down and kisses you hard. “Please for the love of everything holy, sit on my face,” she pleads.

So you maneuver your way towards her head and try to ease your way down but in one swift motion she grabs your hips, moves the red lace to the side and forces you down anyway. Her tongue immediately makes contact with your hot center causing a moan to fall out of you. You brace yourself on the back window and holding onto the top rack, “fuck,” you whisper.

She hums into you as her response sending chills through your body. As she laps at your entrance, you can feel the tension in your stomach rising and quickly. You didn’t notice how bad you needed her until now, “oh fuck…yeah right there, baby,” you whimper as your clit becomes the center of her tongues attention.

You only just now noticed that you were riding her face, up and down, back and forth, shaking the truck slightly as you did. The tattooed hand found its way to your entrance, hinting at wanting to come inside. Two fingers slowly nudged their way inside of you and your head falls backward, with a loud groan to follow. She slowly pumps her fingers in and out of you, making you drip down her hand, to her wrist, and probably all the way down her arm.

You didn’t want to wait for her to quicken the pace so you did it yourself. Grinding on her fingers, losing your breath, hearing the noises of your wetness on her tongue drove you crazy for more. The two of were so in sync that it didn’t take long for the pressure inside to push past the breaking point.

Whimpers and moans escaped your throat with every bounce. She could feel your walls beginning clench around her fingers, noticing how wet she was getting too, she couldn’t help but try to relieve some of the pressure by squeezing her legs together.

As suddenly as it began, it ended. The pressure released from you sending your eyes to the back of your head, your legs quivered over her, and the loudest moan you’ve ever made flew out of you. The truck stilled as you came down from your high slumping over and rolling out of the position, to laying down next to her. “Holy fuck,” you say between breaths.

You turn your head towards her but you catch her sucking her fingers off, cleaning them of you. “Holy fuck,” you repeat as you climb back on top of her but this time to kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips.

She moans into the kiss but breaks it soon after, “if I would have known that your dance would be that hot, I would’ve come to all the rehearsals.”

“I tried to tell you!”

“Dammit, you did, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you began to caress her torso, gently dragging your hands over her breasts while ever so slightly squeezing them, then continuing down to her stomach. You slide down her legs as you started to kiss all over her. Her neck, her chest, her sternum, her stomach, her pelvis, to her thighs, which were barely covered by booty shorts. Her hands were finding anyway to touch you, soft quick moans coming from above you as you traveled your way down her toned body.

“My turn,” you say as you forcefully take off her black shorts.

“I don’t think you could do it,” Rhea chuckled.

“Do what?” you question, offended.

“I don’t think you could be a top.”

“Then you don’t know me at all Ripley,” you smile devilishly.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” she rolls her eyes sarcastically.

You crawl back up to her with her eyes watching the shirt barely holding everything in, not realizing that she did like the thought of you being on top or A Top for that matter.

“I would suggest you listen to me or you’ll regret underestimating me,” you growl with fury in your eyes.

You watched her eyes widen as much as possible when she gulped under you. Your hand snuck its way up to her throat and closed around it pushing her head back, “I’m your Mami tonight, understood?”

She nods her head, but that wasn’t enough for you because it wouldn’t be enough for her. So you tighten your grip, “Under. Stood?”

“Y-yes Mami,” she pleads.

You finally let go, “Good girl.”

You could feel the chills start to form on her body, maybe from the cool night or maybe because you just rocked her shit, but either way it was going to be fun. You kiss your way back down her body as slowly as possible.

You get back to her thighs and just before you devour into her, you pop your head up, “You know I’m kidding right?”

“W-What?”

“I could never be a top. Too much responsibility,” you giggle.

She exhales loudly, “that’s a shame.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…that was really fucking hot, so please try or you will regret it later, princess,” she glares, “and please fuck me because I’m dying.”

“Oh, so we’re desperate now, are we?” your run your hand over her already soaking underwear as she writhed at the touch.

“Yess.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Mami!”

And with that you take her blue underwear off, and dive right in. You begin sucking on her clit immediately hearing a breathy “oh fuck,” from above you. You wanted to make sure that she was extra wet, so you met her eyes as you spit on her already oozing center. She moaned at the sight, tangling her hands in your hair. After a few more strokes from your tongue, you stood up, licked your lips, and removed your red thong.

She watched you in both awe and disappointment from stopping, but she was surprised when you sat back down. But this time you were diagonal on top of her with one leg over her leg and one leg under her other, centering yourself so that your clit matched up with hers.

“Oh god yes…fuck,” She murmured when you began to scissor her.

You brought her leg to your shoulder and held onto her muscular thigh for stability as you rocked back and forth, hitting your sweet spot every time, hoping you were hitting hers. From the sounds she was making, you assumed correctly. And the sounds were beautiful, the wet sticky from beneath you mixing with her whimpers of pleasure, were sending you over the edge.

“Look at you being a good slut for your Mami,” you force out. It sounded weird coming from you but you grew more confidence once you saw how it made her feel. Her cheeks were flushed as she gripped onto the wall of the truck bed for anything she could hold, which made you realize you were literally rocking the truck with your motions. That didn’t stop you though, it only made you go harder.

You were pulling out all the stops tonight because you don’t when you’ll ever be a top again so you pull the, “You’re feel so good against me, my baby,” and the, “Look at you, taking Mami’s cunt like the slut you are,” with loud moans coming from the raven haired woman below you.

The truck was squeaking you were going so hard, but you didn’t care. You were determined to make her cum harder than she ever has before, you made it a mission ever since you decided to be Mami for a night.

“Please Mami, can I cum?” she surprised you.

“Not yet,” another Top card she liked to pull all the time, so you knew you had to pull it on her too.

“Fuck,” she panted, “Please Mami!”

“Not. Yet. You’re doing too good to let it all go now, baby,” the truth was that you wanted to cum with her and you were almost there. “Just a bit longer.”

Her response was loud whimpers with every hit of your swollen clits.

After a few more hard thrusts, you were finally close enough to where if she came, you would to, but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she could without asking so you hold off until she begged again. Maybe you could be a top after all, you thought.

“Mami please let me cum, I can’t hold it much longer,” she basically yelled it. Her tits were bouncing, her hair was almost matted, her face was beet red as sweat gleamed from her forehead. You could feel her legs shaking from anticipation.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over Mami’s cunt.”

And so she did just that. Her back arched, her legs tensed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “FUCK,” she screamed, “YES… GOD,” her legs began to shake, “FFF-U-U-UCK!”

You followed her lead and came once more, screaming the sounds of pleasure until you were both a sweaty mess of moans and whimpers. You slowed your pace as the truck slowed with you. Lazily throwing her leg down you got off of her slowly and laid down next to her once more. You were both breathing heavily and couldn’t speak for two minutes.

“Damn, you were so good at that,” she broke the silence.

“Which part?”

“All of it,” she looked over to you as you caught her bright blue eyes, “the scissoring, the confidence of your words…everything.” She turned back to looking at the stars in the night sky, “you need to be on top more often.”

“Yes, Mami.”

[pleasingsatellite]

Could you do jasmine tookes for a insta blurb.

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hsupdates “We met in 2017 at the Victoria Secret fashion show. I was performing and she was walking in the show and when I saw her I was taken back. She was just the most beautiful girl and the rest is history.” -Harry talking about his relationship with y/n for Rolling Stones

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harryfan1 they’re so cute ugh

harryfan2 I knew that man was extra smiley during his performances 👀

harryfan3 they’ve been together for so long that man has gotta pop the question soon right?

harryfan4 I love them and so love that harry is slowly feeling more comfortable to let us in on their relationship

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yourinstagram can’t say yes enough.

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harryfan1 THE RING OMG HE’S GETTING MARRIED

annetwist I’m the happiest mom on the planet right now

gemmastyles I officially have a sister and I can’t wait

jefezoff love you two!

harrystyles it took you 5 minutes to say yes, had me shaking.

↳yourinstagram sorry I couldn’t see past my tears, I’ll say yes faster next time

harry_lambert OMG can we start the wedding dress designing 👀

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TMZ Newly engaged harry and y/n were posted walking around NY today and when asked about their engagement this is what the couple had to say “we’re just really happy right now and wanna thank everyone for the well wishes!”

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harryfan1 I’m so happy for them but when tf are we getting the yellow pleasing tote? 🧐

↳harryfan2 asking the real questions let’s be real

harryfan3 don’t think I’m going to ever be emotionally prepared to see harry get married

↳harryfan4 gonna have to turn my phone off for the entire month of their wedding

↳harryfan5 let’s be real we will probably never know when they get married he’ll just appear with a ring one day

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yourinstagram happiest girl in the world probably

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harryfan1 I can’t get over how big that ring is like are you kidding me?

↳harryfan2 an article came out that it cost $250,000 👀

harryfan3 I love being reminded that harry is filthy rich

harrystyles damn what’s got you so happy?

↳yourinstagram had a really really good breakfast

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vogue Y/n’s Guide to Fresh Face Makeup | Beauty Secrets | Vogue is live now! With a special guest.

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harryfan1 she’s so beautiful it’s insane

harryfan2 harry’s face when he walked in and realized she was recording was so funny

harryfan3 I had to skip the part where he kissed her on the head I could feel the tears welling and for my own well being I couldn’t see it

↳harryfan4 okay but same

harryfan5 going to lay in the road brb ✌🏼

yourinstagram thanks for having me and dealing with my intrusive roommate ❤️

↳harrystyles heyyy, I made the video funny with my jokes :(

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yourinstagram rehearsal dinner vibes.

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harryfan1 omg they’re getting married tomorrow

harryfan2 this is about to be the most beautiful, most fashionable wedding in the world

↳harryfan3 we all know he’s rocking gucci

harryfan4 do you guys think he has best men or will it be just them standing at the alter?

↳ harryfan5 I’m going to believe Niall will be a best man because it’s what I wanna believe 🤭

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harrystyles Mr. and Mrs. Styles. October 22nd, 2022.

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alessandro_michele my muses ❤️

annetwist I think I’m still wiping my tears and it’s been like a week

jefezoff so when do the babies start coming?

↳harrystyles woah slow your roll my man.

yourinstagram still can’t believe it 🫶🏾

harry_lambert most beautiful wedding I’ve been too, so happy for both of you

niallhoran so happy for you mate! it was a beautiful wedding!

Love a bit of husbandrry 🫶🏻 also if anyone needs new artists to listen to I’ve been listening to Lizzy McAlpine on repeat she’s so good :) Enjoy!

[hopelesslywanderingone]

the dress

I have never been more anxious in my life.  I’ve been thinking about this for months now, but now that I’m finally standing in the middle of my kitchen, smelling the roast cooking in the oven, I can hardly breathe.

When I hear his car pull up, the anxiety comes to a head.  I force myself to walk to the front door, going over what I rehearsed once last time.  

But the second I hear the keys in the door, I find myself pushed up against the back of it, blocking him from opening it any further than the half a foot he already has.

“Baby?  What’s going on, you okay?” He asks.  I can tell how confused, and slightly worried, he is.  I let out a shaky, uncomfortable breath.

“I-” I swallow, taking a deeper breath and laughing again nervously.  “Oh god.  I’m sorry.  I planned a thing and now I’m really re-thinking the thing. Oh god, this is embarrassing.  Just wait outside a minute, maybe I’ll-”

There’s no weight on the other side of the door anymore.  He’s backed off.

“What kind of a thing, baby?”  He asks in that strangely calm voice, like this is a casual day-to-day occurrence.  Like he knew all day that he would have to come home and talk me off a ledge before he could get in the door.

“A- a thing.  A thing for you that I thought you might like but now I feel ridiculous and I think that maybe I’ll just, um, not...”  I trail off, still gripping the door, but not moving.

“I think maybe you should let me make that judgement for myself, don’t you?”  He has stepped back up to the door and nudged it gently towards me now.  “You also know that I most definitely will not think that something you’ve taken the time to do for me is ridiculous.”

I consider this.  That’s true.  What’s the worst that can happen, it doesn’t do it for him like I had hoped?  He’ll still like that I went to the effort to do something like this for him.  And really, he was going to love it.

“Okay,” I say quietly. “Okay, give me a second and then you can come in.”

He steps away from the door again, and I back up to the spot I had imagined myself standing.  I fix my hair and adjust my dress quickly.

“Please come in.”  I say, and slowly he pushes open the door.

He has never been speechless before. Never.  There have been plenty of times where silence stretches on as he contemplates how he wants to say things, where he waits purposefully to let me squirm.  This is not that.  This is pure, unexpected speechlessness. 

I’m nearly giddy.  I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face as he continues to look me up and then down, over and over again.  Why was I so nervous to do this?  I feel a rush of confidence I didn’t expect.

“May I take your coat?”  I ask, and he’s still so enthralled by my look that he doesn’t notice my little smirk.  That’s probably a good thing.

“You certainly may.”  He says when he finally meets my eyes again.  As he shrugs it from his shoulders and I turn to hang it in the closet, I feel like a bug under a microscope.  He watches me like this often, but now it feels renewed.  A new curiosity, a deep probing gaze.  I turn, my mouth open to ask if I can fix him a drink but I don’t get any of the words out.  

He wraps an arm around my waist and the other hand settles on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a hard kiss.  When he pulls away I am truly one of those girls from the movies, who has forgotten who she is and what she’s doing.  Now he’s smirking down at me as I look up at him, I am sure visibly affected.  The power dynamic has been righted.

“May I- may I fix you a drink?” I ask, mildly breathless and willing the fog of arousal to clear a little from my brain.  

He smiles and brushes a hand along the side of my hair that’s pulled back with the comb.  He nods, leaning down to kiss me softer, and then letting me out of his hold.

I straighten my dress again on the way over to the drink table I’ve set up.  Normally, all the liquor and glasses are shoved into a tiny cabinet at the top of our pantry.  I’ve washed the glasses, arranged three of his favourite liquors, and bought one of those decanters to hold his favourite scotch - the ones that rich men have in their offices, except this one isn’t real crystal.

Still, as I bring him over his tumbler, I can tell that he likes the set up.  When I hand it to him, he wraps his other arm around me and brings me to his side as he takes a drink.

“You look incredible.”  Even as I was hoping for a compliment, I still flush with his words.  

To begin with, it was always jokingly.  I should be a house-wife for Halloween.  Yes, I should wear that yellow skirt with the buttons up the front that looks straight out of the fifties.  Yes, he does like being the provider.  No, he does not want me to help him do the bills (this I tentatively ask one day, praying that ‘no’ will be the answer).  An off-handed comment about trying on that classic-fit dress that all sit-com Moms wore.  

A far less off-handed comment about how he really likes the look of those dresses, and would really like to see me in one.

So, never being one to do things half way, I buy one of the dresses.  It fits like a glove, one of the halter-style ones that a women might wear out on the veranda serving iced beverages.  It’s soft white, with flowers of blues and greens and reds (Sir likes floral print).  I buy a pair of soft blue Mary Jane’s, a little more modern looking, that match the colour of some of the flowers.  I do my hair with that kind of fanned out wave down one side, and pull the other half back behind my ear with an old comb I found at a vintage shop.  I do my make up soft but with a little winged eyeliner and a muted red lipstick.  I have never felt more feminine in my life.  

“It’s hard to decide whether to watch you float around in that, or to take it off you right now.”  I giggle, he looks like he’s legitimately debating.

“I was thinking that you might like to read the paper while I finish setting out dinner.”  I pick up one of the two papers I bought at the store today.  Sir does like to keep up with the news, but we decided it made more sense to just read the articles we wanted to online for the time being, before subscribing in paper to anything. 

“Dinner?”  He raises an eyebrow.  I blush.  This is where I was nervous he’d think I’d gone too far.  Too much a roleplay, too involved.  Maybe I should have done just the dress.

“There’s a roast in the oven.”  I glance towards the kitchen, keeping my eyes from him.  He turns my head back to look at him.

“I look forward to having dinner.  And you.”  Corny as it may sound, it doesn’t when he’s boring a hole into your innermost psyche.  

“I’m all yours after we eat, then.” I hear myself say, but am really just focused on the way his hands have tightened on me and the way he’s looking at me.

“You’re mine until then, too.  You’ve never been more mine than you are right now.” 

[freakshowtwopointoh]

Any Way The Wind Blows - All I've Ever Known Part 1

Everybody is a fair weather friend

In the end, you're better off alone

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New start. New life. That’s what I kept reminding myself as I made my way into the townhouse that had just been mine for most of the summer, but would now be home to me, and my older brother, and his friends. Now that they were back from break, my summer of re-adjusting to “normal” (read: supe) life was ending, and it was time to begin work.

I pushed my glasses back into position and pulled my backpack fully onto my back before heading in to say hello. When I opened the front door, I was greeted immediately by a massive bear hug from my older brother, Luke Riordan. I hugged him back warmly. We may not have gotten along super well as kids, but when you lose one brother, you hold the other one closer. 

“Hey! I’m glad you made it safe.” I said, pulling away to hang my backpack by the door.

“We all did.” came a feminine voice from behind him, and I smiled wider when I realized that Cate was already here. I hadn’t met Luke’s friends yet, but Cate had come home to our place for holidays sometimes, and she’s the sweetest. I hugged her as well.

“Cate! It’s so good to see you again. It’s been too long.”

“So this must be the infamous Maggie.” came a deeper voice from the living area. 

“Andre, Jordan, this is my baby sister Maggie. Mags, this is Andre, and Jordan is in the kitchen.” 

“It’s nice to meet you both.” I said, smiling. Andre clapped me on the back. 

“Welcome to hell, newbie.” he said. I laughed. Jordan nodded in my direction before opening the fridge. 

I easily slipped into the bubbly facade I usually put on, especially around family. Luke made it easy, his good natured attitude allowing me to fully play the part of a bubbly college girl, whose biggest decisions were what to wear and what to drink. 

“So, how’d you get in as a T.A. in your first semester?” Andre asked. “I remember Jordan was gearing up to apply for like, ever.” He grinned, unfazed by the glare Jordan sent across the room. I forced myself to smile lightly, as if this question was straightforward. You rehearsed for this. You know what to say. I reminded myself. 

“Oh, I was working with Professor Park this summer to get caught up - so I could be on track to graduate on time. And she was impressed by my resume and everything, so she allowed me to submit an application.” I said, hoping the rehearsed lie sounded natural enough. Andre seemed appeased, but I could still feel Jordan’s glare burning a hole in the back of my head. 

“What’d you have to do to get caught up?” Cate asked curiously. 

“Oh, just some combat training. They don’t exactly offer those classes at traditional colleges.” I said, laughing. I had followed my script, and it played out exactly as Grace told me it would. Maybe this all would work - maybe I could finally put it all behind me. Luke jumped in with a story of his own about his training, and the focus was off of me. 

Well, mostly. It honestly felt like Jordan had been staring at me from the moment I walked into the room, as if I was a caged animal about to strike. But finally, Jordan left the common area, mumbling something incoherent. The rest of us kept chatting for another half hour or so before I excused myself.

“Alright, well, I have to go check on a few things for Professor Park’s classes before day one. I’ll talk to you guys later. I’m excited that you guys are finally here, it's been boring living here all alone.” I said, smiling. I waved goodbye and headed upstairs to my room, one of three smaller single bedrooms. 

Looking around the room I had come to call home over the last few months, it felt like the room of another person. A girl whose life I had been forced to assume, no questions asked. But there were bits of truth, tucked amongst the lies. My prescription strength sleep aids next to my bed, the worn brown leather moleskine under my mattress, the worn out baby blanket tucked under my pillow. 

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The first week of classes at Godolkin was... certainly an experience. First of all, my brother’s face is like, everywhere. It’s weird seeing my goofy ass big brother plastered on posters like Homelander or something. Secondly, everyone stared at me. All the time. Obviously, people knew I was Luke’s sister, and rumors spiraled from there. Shetty and Park had warned me about this part, but it was still surreal to feel it. My other school was massive, over 10,000 undergraduate students. I easily slid into the backround when I wanted to, and I was free to be who I was and do what I wanted. But here, it felt like I needed to be perfect all the time. Like one wrong move, and my parents would show up to berate me about failing to uphold the family name. Honestly, it was like I was back in fucking high school, except my best friend and little brother is dead, and I’m alone.

I gritted my teeth as I went into Hayley Miller’s studio for a staged interview with Luke. I’d been prepped on the script and I was still dreading the entire thing. Park said it would help me begin to ‘make a name for myself’, and I couldn’t come up with an excuse not to go. 

So there I am, sitting across from her, dressed in stiff designer clothes, reading off of a screen. My brother’s canned laughter ringing in my ears. 

“So, what made you transfer? What made you choose Godolkin University?” She said, a smile made of plastic. 

“Honestly, Luke and I had a long conversation about our futures, and what we wanted out of life. And he told me, I’ll never forget this,” I said conspiratorially to Hayley, as if I was sharing a meaningful memory instead of a manufactured cover-up. “You have so much more potential than anyone at that normie school could ever know. And he was right. Professor Park, a woman I’d never met before coming here, saw my potential immediately. And with a lot of hard work over the summer - they don’t have combat training at normie colleges - I’ve been finding success.” A fake grin plastered across my face as I recited the cover-up, a story so second nature I almost didn’t need the teleprompter.

“Wow, Luke, that’s quite the sentiment. It’s clear you two are very close.” 

The banter continued for a little while, and I fell into autopilot, trying to keep myself from getting too upset by the layers of lies falling from our lips. The script carefully avoided any mention of our deceased brother, or anything of substance about what my nebulous potential was. I performed a brief demonstration of my powers, producing a small sphere of pure energy, a pale purple ball of light floating above my hand. The interview ended, we said our thanks, and disappeared into our respective green rooms. 

I love Luke, I really do, but our relationship has always been complex. He lives up to his superhero name, always has. Mom and Dad’s perfect Golden Boy, always ready to fall in line behind our father. Just like our mom. And when Sam disappeared, he was quick to accept whatever story he was fed. No matter that Sam was stronger than either of us. No matter that Sam would never just... leave us with no warning. I shook my head to clear it - I need to stay focused. 

Making my way back to the townhouse, I began running through my remaining to-dos in my mind, as I usually did to keep my mind on the present and the future instead of the past. Park was an easy enough professor to TA for, especially since her biggest classes were courses I’d aced already. One of the stupidest parts of this godforsaken deal was that I needed to pretend as if I hadn’t been succeeding at my old school. All my transcripts, my research papers, and even my name on the Dean’s List was scrubbed. I enjoyed being relatively unknown outside of my efforts, but having those efforts taken from me was brutal. Dad’s lawyer said it was ‘standard practice’ and that it ‘didn’t take away from what I had achieved’. But I would now and forever be exclusively defined by my family and my powers. 

I walked brusquely through the common area of the townhouse, making my way upstairs quickly, only to be stopped by Jordan of all people. Leaning casually against the wall, they were basically blocking my way, using their larger form to their advantage. 

“So how’d you get in here anyways?” they asked, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, besides mommy and daddy buying another building.”I held back an exasperated groan as I met their eyes. I did not have the time or energy to deal with them right now. 

“I applied, just like everyone else. Feel free to request a copy of my application from Professor Park - I’m sure she’ll answer any questions you have.” I said coolly, knowing full well that no professor at this school will answer any questions they have. And it has nothing to do with my parentage. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do have work to do.” I said, attempting to make my way around them. I watched the indecision and irritation flash across their face as they reluctantly stepped aside.

“Do you always run from your problems, little mouse?” They taunted me as I entered my room. I wasn’t going to dignify that with a response, no matter how irritatingly easily they got under my skin. I’m not running away from anything. I thought bitterly, but that small voice inside of me reminded me that no matter how much I like to imagine that I had no power or control over the choices I made or the paperwork I signed... I still picked up that pen. Every choice I made led me to where I am, and now I have to lie in it. Even if that means dealing with hot, nosy roommates.

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[a-strange-inkling]

Trimmings (P1)

(Hellcheer Short set in the Old Haunts Universe)

A/N: A little humor to break up all my angst-heavy writing lol

A Metalhead’s hair is sacred, but fire is fire.

Chicago, Illinois 1988

“I blame you entirely.” Eddie seethes, shuffling lower in his seat, the God awful smell of burnt follicles still oppressing his nostrils. He’s spent the better part of the car ride scowling in silence, trying to think of a way to undo this, some solution, some trick.

“No, nuh-uh, nope, absolutely not,” Gareth chimes from the driver’s seat loudly. “I’m not taking the fall for this one… How the hell is it my fault?”

“You gave Jimmy the go ahead!”

“Bullshit! I’ve been second in command for twelve fucking years, I said it would be awesome, but you had the final say.”

“Because you made it sound like he knew his shit!”

“Oh, please, you nearly creamed your pants when you heard the word pyrotechnics.” he snaps. “You were just as onboard as the rest of us.”

“Yeah well …” he scoffs. “You recruited Jimmy in the first place.”

“Because we needed a new lead singer and some eye candy for the girls… not because he‘s a smart guy, Eddie.”

He groans miserably, palming his eyes. It really doesn’t matter whose fault it is—not his—because it doesn’t change anything.

The damage is done.

“…Want me to call Chrissy?” Gareth asks after a couple of minutes of awkward silence.

“Yeah, yeah,” he barks sarcastically in a manic, high pitch voice as he snaps back up. “That’s a great idea, Gareth, let’s call my anxiety ridden wife while she’s at class and tell her that I caught on fire at rehearsal with our four month old daughter in the vicinity!”

“Hey, hey, I’m just trying to help, nobody got hurt…”

Eddie gawks at him.

“Like legitimately hurt, dude… You don’t have any bad burns or anything. It could have been way worse.”

“Man, I’ve been growing this out since I was fifteen.”

“It’s not…” Gareth brakes at a red light, frowning as he takes him in. “…that bad.”

Olivia fusses a little in her car seat. Eddie glances back, pulling half his body through the console to check on her. “I know, bug, I know, your Uncle Gareth is a liar.” he says, reaching to rub her tiny tummy till she calms back down, shooting his drummer a death glare all the while.

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Just calm down, I told you, Amber’s got this, she’s the best.”

“Yeah, yeah everyone’s the best, so long as they’re screwing you.” he hisses as they pull into the salon.

“No man, I mean it, she’s a legit miracle worker, she does my hair and Ned’s too…”

“Oh, well now I’m convinced.” Eddie sings with mock enthusiasm as he slams his door shut, opening the back door to get Olivia out. She’s wide awake now, staring up at him with her big brown eyes. “Hey there princess, come here.”

She makes little coo sounds, kicking her legs excitedly at the sight of him and, goddamn it, he falls in love with her all over again. “I know, I know, it’s been so crazy today, but you’re being so good, such a good girl.” he gushes. “Just a little longer and then we can go home, okay?”

He pulls her out, gently cradling her against him, careful not to get any cinders on her. Gareth slips on the front pack, readjusting it to his size. “Have to hang with Uncle Gareth for a little bit, okay?” he tells her, kissing her soft, peach fuzz cheeks a few times before strapping her to Gareth’s chest. He gives him an up and down stare. “Now, this may be hard for you, but please don’t set my baby on fire.”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “I’ll do my best.” he replies snidely, noticing some side looks from a few women passing by as they exit the building. “…We look like an alternative gay couple with our love child.”

“Yeah right,” Eddie finishes clipping Olivia in, slinging the baby bag over his shoulder. “There’s no way our love child could be this cute with half of your genetics.”

Gareth gasps. “I’m adorable, what the fuck?”

“Hey,” Eddie turns back around and scuffs him. “She’s awake now, watch the language.”

They step inside and make their way to the front desk where a platinum blonde is stereotypically reading a Cosmo magazine and chewing loudly on Hubba Bubba bubble gum. She glances up. “Hello—AHK! Holy—” she exclaims, just short of cursing as she straightens in her seat. “…smokes.”

She winces. That wasn’t really the right thing to say either.

Eddie comically scrunches his whole face right back at her. Smooth.

“Hey, Bev.” Gareth greets. “As you can see we kind of have a bit of an emergency on our hands; is Amber in?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah Gare… let me just go get her, hold on...” she replies, visibly cringing, teeth clenched as she backs away into the next room. “You can uh… take a seat.”

They plop down in the small waiting area, the smell of hairspray and perm lotion making Eddie somewhat nauseous with the mixed scent of his burnt hair.

“You better be right about this.” he mutters to Gareth, giving Olivia her binky to suck on preemptively, knowing she’s not going to like it when he leaves the room. She’s a perfect little angel, but she’ll get fussy and usually cry if he and Chrissy aren’t around. It seems she’s inherited their shared separation anxiety.

“Look, dude, she’ll fix it the best she can, but you’ve got to accept here and now that it’s going to be… shorter.” the drummer replies, giving Oilvia a habitual kiss on the head, bouncing a little in his seat to amuse her. “I mean a lot—some—some—of it is already… you know… gone.” he gestures up to the one section that’s singed all the way up to his earlobe on the left side. A few more crispy strands fall like snowflakes to the floor at the movement. Eddie shoots him the stink eye.

“Gare Bear!! I didn’t know you were coming to see me today!” A pretty brunette with an impressively large perm steps through a beaded curtain wearing a mini skirt and a red cropped tank top. “My rockstar!”

“Hey Ambie Bambi, how are you, baby?” he hops up to his feet as she bounds up and kisses him, poor little Olivia sandwiched between their lovers’ embrace.

Eddie feels his eyes almost roll right out of his head.

The four month old makes a small whine in protest, her round eyes meeting Eddie from under them as if in a silent plea for help, sucking more frantically on her pacifier.

“Alright, break it up, you’re squishing my child.” he stands, clapping his hands at them as if to shoo a flock of birds.

Amber pulls away with a pop, looking down and folding her hands beneath her chin. “Oh, what a little sweetie pie, what’s your name, cutie?”

“This is Olivia.” Gareth tells her proudly as if he produced her himself, lifting his chest a little to grant her better access. “Her friends call her Livvy.”

“Awww she is scrumptious! Goochie goochie goo!” she tickles Olivia’s chin, and the poor baby looks confused and horrified, the situation having somehow gotten worse. “You look so cute with a baby, Gare Bear!”

“You think?”

“Mmhmm.” she hums, tickling his chin next.

“Yeah, well you know me, babe.” he giggles a little at her ministrations. “I’ve always been great with kids.”

Eddie deadpans, fairly sure Gareth has never even held a baby before Olivia. He coughs obnoxiously loud into his fist, making the couple finally turn to acknowledge him.

“Ambie, this is my bandmate, Eddie, he um… needs a little help, as you can see.”

“Yikes! Bev wasn’t kidding,” she reaches out to lift up a corner of his hair, assessing the damage. “Have a little trouble with the stove top, honey?”

“Flame projector, actually.” Eddie corrects, glowering.

“Jesus! You rocker boys, never a dull moment!” she exclaims with a laugh. “Let’s get you in a chair, I think you’re still smoking a little.”

Olivia immediately starts to fuss, her binky falling to the floor, as he follows after Amber. Eddie stops and turns back.

“Aw, Livvy, it's okay.” Gareth comforts. “He’s not going far.”

“You two can come too, if you don’t mind it being a little cramped,” Amber tells them.

“That’d be great, she might start crying if she doesn’t know where I am.” Eddie replies.

“Aw, how cute, a little daddy’s girl!” Amber places a hand over her heart as she pulls back the beaded curtain for them. “She’s your clone, by the way.”

“That’s what my wife says.” he replies as he sits down in the chair in front of the large mirror, grimacing at his reflection. It’s so bad.

“Okay, honey, I think the best course of action is to trim off the burnt edges, then we’ll wash it down and see where you want to go from there.” she tells him, wrapping a gown around his neck, clipping the back.

“Okay…” he tries not to cry, sniffing loudly. He’s a grown ass man. “Can you please keep it as long as you possibly can?”

“Absolutely.” she replies, but he notices her exchange a long glance with Gareth as she picks up her scissors.

[pdalicedraws]

I have both ‘significant time skip’ and ‘character redesigns’ on my bingo sheet, and realized that with the new ep coming out on Saturday it’s my last chance to take my own swing at what those designs could be! So here’s a shot at the gang, six months later, and some headcanons. 

(Yes, I know there’s a trailer and promo images out, and this might all already have been jossed, but don’t tell me so. I’m a liveblogger so I’ve been avoiding spoilers like the plague; I did briefly see the poster but all I saw was “spooky graveyard vibes and Luz is wearing a beanie”.)

Gus is not coping well and is trying to hide it. He knows about Grimwalkers and hasn’t told Hunter he knows— he’s not even sure Hunter knows— so he’s been holding that in, he’s the youngest, and he misses his dad, plus he feels guilty about everything from ‘I always wanted to go to the human realm so it’s somehow my fault we’re stuck here’ to ‘I cast the illusion that let Luz sneak out to the Head’. He’s had another growth spurt and become an absolute beanpole, and he also has a bunch of patchy facial hair starting to come in but he hides it with an illusion because he does not want to learn to shave from anyone but his dad. 

Hunter also had a massive growth spurt, but instead of regular Witch Puberty it’s just because he can actually digest the food here. He shot up and filled out and dyed a red streak into his hair with Amity’s semi-grudging help. He still cuts the underside short but has let the top grow out a bit, and wears it in a little topknot; he won’t admit why but everybody knows. He insisted on getting a part-time job, but he can’t have Flapjack with him on the clock so he wears one of their shed feathers. He likes wearing tight clothes, which is mostly genuine and because the pressure helps keep his scars from aching, but there’s also a little bit of the fact that he and Gus both had growth spurts and Camila doesn’t have a ton of money for new clothes. On the outside, it seems like he’s coping the best out of the group, but it’s pretty much just because his big brother instinct and guard training kicked in at the same time and he’s suppressing his own emotions for the sake of looking after everybody else. Eventually he’s going to crash. 

Luz is… a disaster. Girl already blames herself for everything, and at this point? Hell. She feels like she’s failing the only friends she has because they’re having trouble acclimating to the human realm, she’s terrified that Eda and King might be dead, that the whole isles might be destroyed, and because she’s her she’s pretty sure it’s all her fault. Her glyphs don’t work here, she’s remembering just how out of place she was at home, she’s watching her basilisk baby sister get along with humans better than she ever did, and it’s… rough. She’s putting all her energy into trying to find a way home. Well, the one other constructive thing she’s doing is that she’s picked up the clarinet again, which she used to play in sixth grade— she’s determined to be able to play something for Raine when they meet again. Which they definitely will. Eventually.  She’s the only one of the group who hasn’t let her hair grow out longer, which wasn’t planned, I just gave everyone else longer hair bc I’m salty about the omnipresence of ‘cut off a characters hair to show she’s Matured’

Amity is handling it. She’s okay. Well, she’s okay as could be expected, which isn’t really okay. She’s worried about Luz, she’s trying to make a good impression on Camila (she’s not really aware that she made a fantastic impression on the first day— not with her careful, heels-together, carefully rehearsed introduction in Spanish, though that was adorable, but with the moment she doesn’t know Camila saw when she was sitting with Luz, holding her hands in hers, whispering to her that she did everything right and they’d make it in the end). She’s studying up on all the human realm trivia she can find— they recognize her at the library— helping Camila with the house, being there for Luz, trying to be helpful in every way she possibly can. She’s been carefully maintaining her lilac hair with her natural brown underlayer, and she’s been helping Hunter and Willow with their streaks too. It makes her feel like she’s succeeding at something. 

Willow is being crushed on by every wlw in the greater Gravesfield area who doesn’t already have a partner, and she has no idea. That’s not relevant, though. She’s trying to be the strategizer and team leader, she’s trying to be mom friend, she’s trying to grow enough produce out behind the house to relieve Camila’s grocery bill, she’s trying to let Gus stop pretending he’s fine, she’s trying to keep it together. Hunter still calls her Captain, and it’s wonderful because it’s a sign of how much faith he has in her but it’s also a lot of pressure. She quickly learnt how to play human soccer and drags the others out for a kickabout every weekend in order to keep them all active, and because she remembers something Viney said once about endorphins. She’s been keeping a meticulous journal for the sake of telling her dads everything that’s happened, when she eventually sees them again. 

Vee is conflicted and feels bad about being conflicted. She genuinely adores Luz, she knows she’s such a good person, she’s so grateful for all her help, but she also fears that her return means that her space in the world is disappearing again. She’s changed her human appearance up a little— made her skin a touch darker, closer to Camila’s, given herself her spots back, made her hair the same blue as her ear frills in her true form. She’s also getting steadily femme-r as she differentiates herself from Luz, and has been watching a lot of 90s horror and getting style cues from the final girls. She spun a convoluted yarn to her friends about having been Parent Trapped as a wee child, raised by her and Luz’s crazy great-uncle, and taking her place at camp when she ran away to hang out with a friend out of state; they don’t believe a word of it but they don’t suspect the truth either, and if it turns out their friend is actually named Valentina, not Luz? They’re cool with that. Her sister’s fun too, but Vee is cooler. 

[ghostwhisperer]

melinda had always wanted a family.

jim had been the first to bring it up in the casual way they shared their love, gentle and sweet.     ‘ how many rooms should we put in the house? ‘     he’d asked a few months into their engagement, and melinda had said,    ❛❛ well, we need an office, don’t you think? ❜❜     she danced with his baby niece on a lazy sunday afternoon in the kitchen when he said,     ‘ you’re gonna make a great mom someday, ‘     and melinda, grinning with all her teeth, had kissed his cheek and replied,     ❛❛ i probably make a better aunt. ❜❜

and that was the game they played. he’d roll the ball into her court as gently as he’d hold her, and she, ever-stubborn, would always push it back, afraid of what that future could mean. as much as her mother tried to pretend, the truth was always there: her family’s gift had stretched three generations now, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to make it four— even if she did coo at every baby that passed her by, or lay in bed and dream of how amazing a father jim would be. 

but now…

now, jim was gone, and there was no room for dreaming anymore. suddenly, what she’d always wanted to say but never got to stretched to all the corners of the house, through the doorway he carried her through that first night— his clothes in the hamper— a glass of water, untouched, on his side of the bed. and yes, melinda knows in a way only she can that he’s not really gone. jim was just on the other side of the window, his fingertips tracing the silhouette of her hair, his lips at the corner of her own, waiting until he could reach past the pane and pull her into his arms again. but the light doesn’t bring her much comfort now. it doesn’t bring back the chapters that were ripped so unceremoniously out of her life, or the family that should’ve filled the pages full 'til the epilogue. she sat in that quiet, empty house all alone, in a bed twice as big as her, and made the only decision that made sense in a long time:

family would have to mean something else.

olivia’s last foster mom was in a hurry to usher her out. melinda stood and ignored the laughter of a full house just past the door, shaky hands balled into the pockets of her coat. she was nervous in a way she didn’t expect when she’d first spoken to the social worker, but then again, she supposed there was a difference between words and action. she smiled down at the girl and said—

❛❛ hey, livvy. i’m melinda. it’s nice to finally meet you. ❜❜

she thought of her grandma as they stood face-to-face, the car running behind her, ready to pick up a girl she’d only known from a distance. the first thing she noticed was how small she was— smaller than the pictures made her seem— and the fragility of it sent her heart into her throat. to make matters worse, though the crisp autumn air bit at her own nose, livvy wasn’t wearing a jacket. who let her out without one? melinda went to ask, but the only other adult had disappeared back into the house again, front door ajar so the light of the living room spilled out onto the driveway.

in the brief silence between them, they shared a moment.

livvy looked up at her with a gaze too old for her age, and melinda nearly flinched. it was a look she recognized, not just then but from her own childhood, too, the hollowness of her eyes too big for her tiny body. when mary ann had come eleven years too late and whisked melinda from the only hell she’d ever known, did they share this same glance? did her grandma worry she wouldn’t be enough, too?

the moment was gone as quick as it came. the woman returned, interrupting to drop a trash bag at her feet, and, with a mix of both horror and anger, melinda realized that was all the girl had.

❛❛ don’t do that. ❜❜     she’d snapped, and could’ve screamed at the confusion the other wore.

‘ sorry? '

❛❛ treating her stuff like it’s garbage. how do you think that makes a kid feel? ❜❜

her irritation eats at her the whole car ride back. olivia ( livvy, she rehearses in her head ) knows so little about her, and melinda perhaps too much. what kind of anger has she seen that the social workers hadn’t? is she afraid of her already? can melinda make the empty house a home for her, even though it’s hardly one for herself? 

she tries to push back her anxiety with each turn of the wheel, chattering now and then to fill the space between them; she even does her best to ignore a spirit staring at them from the side of the road, thumb up for a ride to gods-knows-where. it’s still not enough.

❛❛ okay, so… ❜❜     melinda begins after they’ve brought @pyreshe's things upstairs, pacing around the girl’s newly-decorated room ( frilly comforter and all ),     ❛❛ we’ve got nightlights, and, uh— some books. i know the bedset’s a little much, but i figured after you get settled, maybe we could have a girl’s trip, just you and me. oh! and— where is it— ❜❜     she remembers what she’s looking for even before she’s finished talking. turning over her shoulder towards the nightstand, she opens a drawer to pull out a whiteboard, shiny and new. a clean slate.     ❛❛ ta-da! ❜❜

melinda’s not expecting an answer, and knows there doesn’t have to be. she remembers the years she crawled into the jaws of her own heart, tucked behind the teeth she’d been taught to bear. she meets the silence with softness, kneeling down slowly so her gaze can meet livvy’s— so she can coax the girl out of the wolf’s mouth.

❛❛ i’m sure this is all a little scary, ❜❜     she says, and cringes slightly at how much of an understatement that must be,     ❛❛ if it makes you feel better, i’m a little scared, too. you know more about this than i do. but… ❜❜     she pulls out a marker from the pack in her hand, holding the whiteboard out to her.     ❛❛ maybe we can be scared together? ❜❜

STARTER CALL: ♡.

[fleurywiththesave]

Seeing all these videos of panthers with their babies and how do you feel about writing about this moment 👀 matthew holding his and leon’s baby out there!

Um, thank you for this prompt, I love it. Confession: I had to go look the video up because I’m not on other social media much these days, and it was ridiculously cute. I felt like this needed some backstory and ended up getting a little carried away in the feelings of the whole thing, so I hope it still somewhat resembles what you asked for and that you like it!

It’s not like it’s the first time they’ve taken her out on the ice, but it is the first time thousands of other people will be watching in real time, so Matthew is still nervous. Ryan notices him tapping his feet incessantly in the locker room and laughs.

“They’re always fine,” he says, tone halfway between sympathetic and teasing. “Besides, Drai can always come out and take over if you screw it up.” Matthew throws a ball of tape at his face and doesn’t answer. At least he’s not the only relatively new dad, so he’s not the only one feeling the complexity of the moment.

And at least they let him stop into the room to see Leon and Anna one more time before he has to get on the ice. She’s one of the youngest children in the group, and Matthew gets a funny little knot in his stomach looking at some of his teammates’ older kids. That’s going to be her, eventually. She’s going to go from a little baby always needing to be held to tearing away from them as soon as her feet touch the ice. And that’s going to be him and Leon, experienced parents who at least have some idea what the hell they’re doing, managing spilled juice and eight different bags and fights over toys with ease. After how long it took them just to get here, to this place and time, to this family, it will all be a little bit different tonight and tomorrow and a month from now. Everything is going to keep changing faster than he can blink.

It’s pretty incredible stuff. He wishes he could freeze every moment as it happens and save them all on a shelf, to be replayed over and over again. Burying the hatchet over beers after their second all-star game. Occasional texts that became weekly, became daily, became FaceTime calls and late-night confessions. A first kiss, a first night, a first admission of love. Parents and siblings, teammates and friends. A piece of paper. A ring. A cup and another ring. A little girl.

Leon, and Leon, and Leon.

Matthew had so many fears after Leon’s injury. He’d pushed through the rest of the season, but when he called Matthew a few weeks before his last regulation game and said, “Matty, I’m going to be done after this”, Matthew knew that it was true. And he’d seen how many players lose themselves after retiring, never having made a real plan for life after hockey. He didn’t want Leon to get lost too.

Instead, Leon soaked up the gratitude of the fans in his final game, cheerfully battled through two rounds of playoffs with full awareness that the Oilers wouldn’t be repeating, put the Edmonton house on the market, and walked through the front door in Florida with a “honey, I’m home!” so perfectly sitcommy that he had to have rehearsed it. And then, almost immediately after, “I think it’s time to have a baby.”

Anna, and Anna, and Anna.

“You okay?” Leon asks now, resting the hand not holding Anna on the side of Matthew’s neck. All three of them are in Tkachuk jerseys. It makes Matthew’s heart feel too big for his chest. He runs a hand over her soft hair, already showing signs of curling, and smiles.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m great.”

Leon brushes a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Just don’t drop her,” he says with a smile, eyes mirthful.

“Bite me.”

“Excuse me, we’re with our child, anything like that is going to have to wait until later.”

Matthew rolls his eyes and leans in for a real kiss. “See you out there.”

It might be his imagination, but the crowd seems twice as loud tonight as usual. He picks out his parents almost immediately and can’t resist stepping back onto the mat and standing by the stairs to talk to them, just for a minute.

“I still remember the first time doing this with each one of you,” Dad says, grinning. Matthew may not remember the first, but he remembers an awful lot of the rest of it. Remembers holding Taryn’s hand as they joined Dad for a final skate. Remember wanting it, all of it, for himself too. Mom’s eyes are suspiciously shiny.

“Don’t tell me you’re already crying,” he says. “Even I’m not crying yet.”

“What a load of bullshit,” she answers shakily. “I can see your face, you know.”

“You see nothing and you can’t prove anything,” he shoots back. She raps the back of his head lightly, then smiles, still teary.

“We’re just so proud of you, honey. Both of you. We’re so glad you get to have this. Enjoy it — it’s such a special time.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he says quietly. “I’m really glad you guys are here.”

The audience goes nuts when the announcer says it’s time to bring out the babies. For some reason, something about athletes with their children seems to stir up some strong feelings for a lot of people.

(Well, okay. It’s not really fair for Matthew to pretend he doesn’t get it. He watches an athlete with his child every single day — he understands the appeal on a molecular level. It’s the reason they had to get a new kitchen table last month.)

By the time Leon gets up to the door and hands Anna over to him, Matthew’s itching to hold her. She’s awake and curious, grabbing at Leon’s beard, turning her head and looking more than a little confused to find herself among so many people. She settles easily into Matthew’s arms. Leon’s face is washed with myriad emotions.

“I know,” Matthew says, tapping their foreheads together. “Me too.”

He holds her tight and they skate out next to Vladi, whose older kids are fascinated by a baby and deeply suspicious when their dad tells them they were once that small. Matthew finds his parents again, his mom FaceTiming Sandra and Peter, and lifts Anna’s hand to wave at them.

Anna, and Anna, and Anna. His daughter. Their daughter.

When he asked Leon whether he had any regrets about his career, he said no at first, then reconsidered. “Except that I wish we could’ve put Anna in the Cup. Guess you’ll have to fix that one for us.”

Matthew guesses he will.

[lovecanyon]

CAPITAL FM INTERVIEWS HARRY STYLES

dad!harry x reader

MASTERLIST

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"Harry Styles everyone!"

All the interviewers begin cheering making a big grin form on Harry’s lips. 

"Hello!" Harry beams waving his hands around. He starts to sing, mimicking the As It Was chorus. Soon the three people interviewing him also start to sing along with him. You could tell Harry was truly happy just by the way he was smiling.

Today was the release of his song and he couldn’t be anymore happier. All day Harry, Y/N and Beau had been listening to the song nonstop. Four month old Inez had even tried to sing along with them but nothing but babbles were said. It made Harry want to burst into tears.

Even though he was slightly stressed about his song releasing, one glance at his children and girlfriend had his tensed shoulders slump into a comfortable posture.

Harry was very grateful to have Y/N in his life. She gifted him two children, inspired him to write songs, influenced his sense of style and music. She was the reason why he believed in love so much. One look at her and he remembers why he is so lucky. She was the one that turned his fantasy’s into reality.

His gift to her was writing and dedicating a whole album for her.

"How are you doing mate?"

"I am doing well. Thanks for asking." Harry smiles at Roman. The interviewer returns the smile nodding at him.

"Your new song As It Was is brilliant! Everyone is wondering who is the child speaking at the beginning?"

"It was my son actually. When I would go to the studio with Mitch, Kid and Tyler, Beau would always come with us. But one day I didn’t bring him and I got a call from my girlfriend but I missed it. He wanted to say goodnight to me." Harry laughs at the fond memory.

"Was he like mad at you? He sounded like it." The lady interviewer questions Harry who continues on laughing.

"He was! I missed his call!" Harry giggles making the interviewers laugh even harder. It was adorable the way he talked about his son, he truly was at his best, happier than ever.

"So you’re in LA right?"

"I am. Me and Y/N had came in just this morning with the kids." Harry nods with a soft smile. The reason why he was in Los Angeles was because Coachella was in a couple weeks and he had to rehearse for the festival.

"I’m guessing for Coachella?" Roman speaks up making Harry nod.

"Yes, I’m performing on a Friday. My girlfriend Y/N is very excited, she already has her outfits picked out." Harry gushes slightly laughing. Still to this day people freaked out when he called Y/N his girlfriend, even though she was the mother of his children. "I can’t blame her though. It’s Coachella!"

"Right! It’s Coachella!"

"It’s very exciting to thin—" Harry gets cut off by a loud cry coming from a baby. His eyes widen as he looks over his laptop screen.

"Oh no Harry! Is that your Inez crying?" Roman asks Harry who nods in response.

"Yeah, she kind of hates Los Angeles." Harry says distracted not looking at his laptop. Swiftly Y/N trails downstairs holding a weeping baby followed by a tired Beau.

Harry continues on answering questions as his girlfriend attempted to stay quiet in the kitchen as she makes a bottle. He notices Beau slowly make his way to him where he was sitting at the dining room table.

Getting interrupted by his son didn’t bother him. Harry quickly pulls Beau onto his lap making the child dig his face into his neck, hiding his identity. Multiple awes and coo’s come from the interviewers as they watch the Styles child hug his father.

It was truly a cute moment to see.

"This is the last question we want to ask you. Is Harry’s House going to be about your girlfriend Y/N?"

"Yes, she is the girl all the songs are written about." Harry smiles looking at the kitchen where Y/N was bottle feeding Inez. "They are all about her."

You could obviously tell Harry was madly in love with Y/N by the way he talked about her and looked at her. Simply he knew she was his soulmate. Right when he laid eyes on her it was like fireworks went off in his body. She was the love of his life.

He knew she was going to be in his life for a long time and he was right. Now they had children together, they were finally growing a family.

"Harry would you like to introduce your song?" Roman questions Harry who had his arms wrapped around his tired sons back.

"Yes! Hi I’m Harry and this is my new song As It Was." Harry introduces his new single before waving his hand and pressing the leave Zoom button.

A sigh of relief makes Y/N trail her way into the dining room.

"Are you done H?"

"Yeah. Now I’m exhausted." Harry mumbles standing up from the chair with Beau still clung onto his body. He kisses his girlfriends cheek before moving to press a large kiss onto her lips. Y/N smiles into the kiss as his right hand moves to cup her jaw. Soon the baby laid on her chest begin to coo at her parents.

"Are you tired my darling?” Harry smiles at Inez who just stares at him with her green eyes, the same green eyes he had. "Let’s go to bed then." He whispers leaning down, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. She responds with a grumble making Y/N softly laugh.

"Let’s go to bed. I don’t want to deal with any grouches."

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader x daughter Instagram AU

Anon requested their daughter all grown up and in the industry.

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alizemiaharlow PLL : Original Sin streaming now on HBO Max 💜

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shaymitchell You are your mamas twin, so crazy. Can’t wait to see you do your thing beautiful 💜

yourusername Isn’t it crazy? She used to be Jacks little twin when she was a baby 🥺

alizemiaharlow don’t let dad hear you! he’ll cry

jackharlow You’re still my little twin, love you and I’m so proud of you.

yourusername Sorry bubs, but she’s not 🙊 yesss Mia, we’re so proud of you little lady, you amaze me all the time 💘

alizemiaharlow Love you guys 💜

urbanwyatt Proud of you little one 💜

alizemiaharlow Thank you nino Urb 🥺

claybornharlow That’s my niece!!!!!! Out here taking over!!!!! Congratulations Mia.

alizemiaharlow Thank you uncle Clay-Clay 💜

mamamaggieharlow Proud of you baby girl.

alizemiaharlow Thank you grandma 💜

yourbestiename Mi niña hermosa, orgullosa de ti. The world isn’t ready for Mía Harlow 🤎

alizemiaharlow Gracias tia 🥺

cassiewyatt My baby, so proud of you best friend.

alizemiaharlow 🥺🫶🏻 love youuu Cass

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alizemiaharlow My EP : TUYA💘 drops tonight!!!! 📸 @ urbanwyatt the only person I trust to take my pictures 💜

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djdrama You don’t waste time kid, reminds me of your father. Finishes one project, and goes for the next one right away.

alizemiaharlow Oh no, don’t say that, he’s been raving about him and the old days all morning.

jackharlow No I have not 😤

yourusername Yes you have 🤪

urbanwyatt Thank you for trusting me on this, proud of you little one.

alizemiaharlow Always, since the day I can remember you’ve been taking my pictures, no way in hell was I going to ask a stranger to shoot my album. It had to be you.

urbanwyatt 🥺🥺 love you

alizemiaharlow Ily2 💜

yourusername Words can’t describe how proud dad and I are of you. You continue to show us what a wonderful young lady you are. We’re lucky and blessed to be your parents.

alizemiaharlow Mom 🥺 you can’t do this to me, especially since you guys are not around right now 🥲 I love you mama 💘

jackharlow Proud of you little princess, always and forever 💜

alizemiaharlow 🥺😩 I love you pops 💘

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jackharlow She’s been in LA for 4 months working on her new series that’s now streaming on HBO MAX, so give that a look. She’s also been working on her EP, that was released last week, so go have a listen, we’ve been missing her like crazy so had to come and visit her during rehearsals. Proud of you little princess 💜

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champagnepapi That’s not Mía is it? 🤯

jackharlow It is 😩

yourusername My little lady 🥺💜 miss you, come home soon, both of you.

alizemiaharlow Te extraño mucho mom, see you soon 💜🥺

urbanwyatt Did you hurt any boys out there? Tell ‘em they can look but they definitely cannot touch.

jackharlow They were too scared to even get close to her and they have to dance together 💀😂😂😂

yourusername JACKMAN!!!!!!!

alizemiaharlow Get him mom!!!!

yourbestiename It was just yesterday when she would be running around “rescuing” all the animals she could get her hands on, and dumping rabbits on EZ 😂😩😩😩 little princess is all grown up, I can’t handle

yourusername Beba I know, I can’t believe my babies aren’t actual babies anymore 🥺🥺🥺

jackharlow We never did get those 8 daughters 😉 👀

yourusername JACKMAN NO, I’m good with the 4 kids we have 💜😂

ezharlow admit it that the twins were the ones who made you not want more, because I’m a total catch and I guess Mia was ok.

yourusername ANGEL EZEQUIEL HARLOW

alizemiaharlow 💀 You better run EZ

jackharlow 😂😂😂

ezharlow The twins are demons, when are you all going to see that. Also, proud of you Mia buggg, fly me out to LA I want to meet girls out there.

cassiewyatt Don’t you have enough girls in KY and ATL? your dick is going to fall off whore.

urbanwyatt CASSANDRA WYATT

yourbestiename 😂 that’s my girl, call him out baby. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, like father and uncle 💀

yourusername 🙄 🤦🏻‍♀️

twin1 EZ you’re annoying

twin2 Should we tell mom and dad what you, Mia, Cassie used to do to us so we could stop crying?

ezharlow I TAKE IT BACK.

alizemiaharlow NOOOOO

cassiewyatt IT WAS EZEQUIELS IDEA!

yourusername I’m afraid to ask

yourbestiename Oh I want to know 😂

jackharlow I think I know 🤔

urbanwyatt Oh we definitely know, y’all ain’t slick like you think you are.

yourusername Well share with the class

urbanwyatt They would wear a clown mask and lock them in the closet and tell them if they didn’t stop crying, the clown was going to get you and Jack 😂😂😂💀

ezharlow 🫣🫣🫣

alizemiaharlow Ezequiel, you still want to come to LA???? Let me fly you out here because I’m scared for you.

ezharlow Yes pls I’m scared too.

yourusername 🤦🏻‍♀️ Jack come get your kids

jackharlow Why are they my kids when they do something bad?

yourusername YOU KNEW! No wonder they don’t like Halloween, my poor babies were getting terrorized by their siblings.

ezharlow I mean they kept crying non stop what was I supposed to do?

alizemiaharlow Not helping dumb ass.

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alizemiaharlow You were raised by karens, I was raised by ✨JACK AND YN HARLOW✨

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jackharlow 😂💜

yourusername 🥰🥰🥰🥰

ezharlow Ehh they’re ok I guess

ezharlow Kidding!!!!!!! we lucked out with the best parents

alizemiaharlow That we did.

cassiewyatt Damn auntie y/n was and is still a baddie 🔥

yourusername 😝😝 thank you hermosa

jackharlow What about me?

alizemiaharlow I think mom says enough to you, you don’t need us to throw compliments for your ego 🙃🙃 but I love you 💘

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[hellenhighwater]

My stage career began when I was a little under two months old, when I took the spotlight as Baby Jesus in a Christmas pageant. I’m told that I did a wonderful job and slept calmly through the whole thing, which can only speak to my talents as an actress, because I was 1. the wrong gender 2. a colicky screaming demon of a baby and 3. about as far from divine as it’s possible for an allegedly-human child to be. 

I continued to be actively involved in theater as a kid (and frequently played roles of various small animals, because I was tiny for my age). Around the age of ten, I was cast as the lead character in a musical about cowboys that I no longer remember the name of. It was my first real lead role, and I took it very, very seriously. And because I am myself, that means I maaaaybe went...a little overboard.

My character’s introduction was early in the play, accompanied by the crack of a bullwhip. This was more-or-less pre internet (or, at least, our director was not tech-savvy enough to find sound effects online) and we didn’t have a sound effect track for that noise. There were plans to acquire the appropriate sound effect before opening night, but I rapidly tired of making my entrance during rehearsals to the sound of someone yelling “BULLWHIP NOISE!”

This, I thought to myself, is a problem I can solve.

I learned early in life that it’s good to be friends with people who have skills; they always come in handy eventually.  After rehearsals one day, I put on my cowboy boots and biked a couple miles over to my friend Grace’s house. I went down to their basement and knocked on her older brother’s door.

“Hello,” I said. “I need to learn how to use a bullwhip.”

“....Okay,” he said. It did not seem to occur to him that he might ask further questions about why I, a tiny horrible munchkin composed exclusively of rage and pointy elbows, needed to be weaponized any further. Clearly, I had come to the right person.

My friend’s older brother would have been an SCA nerd, if SCA was a thing where we were. Instead, he was one of those unsupervised 4H kids with weird hobbies, largely oriented around ancient forms of combat. He was somewhere in his late teens at this time, and he liked to make stuff. It was an urge I, even at age ten, could sympathize with. His name was Aron. 

Aron got out his bullwhip (which I had noticed hanging on his wall on a prior visit, and had filed away mentally under a for future use tab) and we went to the backyard. 

“Step one of using a bullwhip,” Aron began, “Swinging the bullwhip.” 

We rapidly discovered that since I was god’s tiniest, angriest creation, a full-size bullwhip was way too long for me to use. Aron’s shins suffered for my attempt. 

“...Step one of using a bullwhip,” Aron said, “Making a bullwhip.”

So we went back inside, found a tanned cowhide (that he just...had? I don’t remember if there was a reason for this.) and some razor blades, and I learned how to cut and braid a bullwhip. It took a few tries, and I wound up coming back for a while, because I kept getting frustrated with the bullwhip-braiding process and Aron kept distracting me with bait like: “Hey kid, wanna learn to make some chainmail?” and “Hey kid, wanna fletch some arrows?” and “Hey kid, wanna try doing horseback archery?”

Obviously the answer to these questions was “BOY, WOULD I EVER!” Some delays are necessary to the artistic process.

(At one point my mom asked me “Hellen, what are you doing over at Grace’s house all the time?” And I, perfectly innocent, said, “Making weapons!” and my mother, who never understood why I was like this, but accepted that a girl has needs and those needs occasionally involve stocking a personal armory, said “Okay! Have fun!”)

Soon, the bullwhip, size extra small, was finished. The lessons on actual bullwhip use commenced. 

It should be noted that Aron was self-taught, and really had no idea what to do, so this was mostly an exercise in the two of us standing twenty feet apart and flailing wildly with our respective whips until snapping noises happened. And then we figured out what we’d done to make the snapping noises. And then we kept doing that. Extremely vigorously. So vigorously that at one point one of the bullwhips launched into the air and caught on a tree branch and we hand to drag the trampoline over so Aron could bounce me high enough to grab it. But we persisted!

Eventually we reached a point where we could line up pop cans on a fence rail and hit them off three times out of five.

Feeling extremely accomplished and like I finally understood method acting, I packed my bullwhip into my backpack for the next play rehearsal. Soon enough, it was time for me to make my entrance. 

I leaped on stage in my cowboy boots and cracked the bullwhip as hard as I could, immediately launching into the song despite the fact that the sound of five feet of braided leather breaking sound barrier had startled the accompanist so badly she’d keysmashed on the piano.

The director shouted something she probably shouldn’t have shouted in a room full of small children, and then demanded, “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!”

“I made it!” I declared proudly. “I’m a cowgirl! I can make my own bullwhip noise!”

“You...made it?” 

“Yes! Because we needed a bullwhip sound effect. And bullwhips are where bullwhip sound effects come from!”

This was, of course, impeccable logic.

It is apparently difficult to argue with a gleeful ten year old who happens to be armed with a bullwhip longer than she is tall. After some negotiation, the director agreed that I could use my bullwhip for my opening song, provided that I didn’t pop it while anyone was anywhere near me on stage and I didn’t let anyone else play with it. These terms were acceptable to me. 

Somehow, no one was injured and the play went off without a hitch. We can only chalk up these things to the magic of the theatre. 

Nearly a decade later, an unsuspecting college classmate asked me, “Hellen, wanna take a class on bullwhip combat with me?”

And obviously I answered, “BOY, WOULD I EVER!”

[erodasfishtacos]

#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

**

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame. 

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement. 

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

**

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face  relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels. 

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

**

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers. 

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

**

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless. 

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom.  Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

 Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,”  Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and  Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear. 

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

 Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her. 

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

*

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again. 

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife. 

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat. 

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction. 

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?” 

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

[kinzis-writing]

Marry Me | JJ. Maybank pt. 2

Part 1.

JJ Maybank x Fem! Kook! Reader (slight AU)

Summary: JJ had been in love you (his best friend) for a long time. His heart was shattered when you started dating topper and years later got engaged. During your rehearsal dinner, you overheard a conversation between JJ and your father. Your feelings took over and you left topper at the wedding and found your dream guy. Now you have embarked on your relationship with your best friend.

Basically a song imagine again. Beautiful Crazy - Luke Combs (way over used I know)

Warning(s): Rumors and slight bullying?, mentions of drugs (weed) and mentions of JJ dad.

Request: Yes and No? 😅😂

A/N: so the summary sucks again and I’m sorry I’m using another song for pt. 2. It just shows how I feel like the relationship needs to be represented. *GIF NOT MINE ALL CREDITS TO OWNER*

Her day starts with a coffee

and ends with wine

takes forever to get ready

So she’s never on time for anything.

Y/N was the happiest she had ever been, her life finally felt complete and she felt as if she was living the life she was meant too. After she ran out of the wedding and left Topper at the alter, everyone went crazy. Topper’s family were constantly picking fights with Y/N’s and the kooks couldn’t keep their mouths shut. Yet, none of that bothered her. She knew that they were going to talk as long as they wanted and that it shouldn’t affect her. She had grown in life.

After the failed attempt wedding, Y/N and JJ started testing the waters with their relationship. They stayed best friends while Y/N found her a place to buy. Once Y/N had bought a house (with her saved up money of course), JJ officially asked her to be his girlfriend and she agreed. Which leads to where they currently are in their relationship.

The two best friends had been dating for over a year now and Y/N had moved JJ in with her after 6 months of dating. The two were growing together and they were both happy where they were. They seem to casually fall into routine with each other.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Y/N teased as she took a drink out of her coffee mug. The beverage had steam rolling off the top but JJ knew that his girl could care less on how hot it was.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you got up?” JJ asked her as she shrugged. She knew that JJ deserved sleep and this was his first day off of work in two weeks. The girl was excited to have her boyfriend home but she knew he needed to rest well before conquering the day.

“You need to rest a lot, J.” She sighed. “Your job is overworking you.” She added as she fixed him a special breakfast. It wasn’t something she done all the time, the two usually split everything half and half. However, she knew he deserved a home cooked breakfast after how hard he’s been working.

“You didn’t have to fix me breakfast, it was my turn to cook.” The blonde haired boy looked to his Y/H/C girl. The girl gave him a knowing look which made him roll his eyes. He knew her well enough to know not to argue with her. “I knew you were gonna do this,” The boy spoke up again as the girl say her coffee cup down after taking another drink. “Your routine is always the same, baby.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at her boyfriend. She knew she could be consistent with how she handled situations but she never knew how predictable she was. “You always get up in the morning and make coffee, you try to make breakfast on the days I’m suppose to do that, no matter what you do, you always come home wanting a glass of wine.”

“Am I really that predictable?” Y/N chuckled slightly. She was nervous, this was the first time JJ had pointed out how she acts. She didn’t know if he was doing it to complain or just show how much he pays attention to her.

“Y/N/N, I wasn’t saying that to be rude.” JJ started as he noticed your expression. “I think it’s cute and it’s one of the reasons why I love you.” He added. A blush fanned the girls cheeks as the compliment registered in her head. “I do wish you could see how beautiful you truly are without having to put your makeup on everyday.”

“That’s your opinion.” Y/N reminded JJ about his makeup remark. “But I love you.” She whispered before he could bring it up again. The girl knew that she took a long time to get ready and that JJ noticed how she had to “perfect” herself before she leaves their house. The two were usually always late to events and she was the reason why. Yet. JJ never rushed her and only complimented her about it.

When she gets that come get me look in her eyes

Well, it kinda scares me

The way that she drives me wild

She drives me wild.

“Can i be honest?” Pope spoke up as everyone had decided to hang out at John B’s house. The girls were doing their own thing and the boys were inside drinking beer. “I never thought you would slow down on smoking your blunts.”

“No one knew Y/N could change you.” John B elaborated.

JJ rolled his eyes slightly before giving the boys a look. “She didn’t change me, she didn’t even ask me to change.” The blonde admitted. “I just wanted to be the best version of myself for her. I don’t want to remind her of my dad, its not who I am.”

JJ’s eyes scanned over the yard where the girls were over there talking and laughing away. He was glad they all still got along and that everything fell into place. “She drives me absolutely crazy… in a good way.” He added before him and Y/N locked eyes. The Y/C/H haired girl sent her boyfriend a huge smile and he sent her a smirk back.

“So…” Kie piped up after noticing the encounter of JJ and Y/N. “How’s that going?” She asked.

Y/N knew what she was asking. Kie and Sarah had been rooting for you and JJ for awhile now. Sarah looked at you expecting an answer as well, “it’s going great.” Y/N shrugged. “I mean, we talked about us before we even started dating and got our boundaries straightened out.”

“What’d you bribe him with to make him stop smoking blunt’s?” Sarah asked before wiggling her eyebrows. She knew that JJ would be easy to bride with the girl. After all, he had loved her for over 4 years now.

Y/N eyebrows furrowed as she thought, she never told JJ to quit smoking. Now that the girls mentioned it though, she noticed that he didn’t do it as much. “Honestly, I didn’t even mention it.” The girl admitted making the other two girls stay quiet. “I promise I didn’t mention it. I would never try to change him.”

The rest of the time the girls just talked about everything that they wanted to get off their chests or anything that they may have needed help with. After awhile the girls joined the boys and hung out like old times. Y/N was on JJ lap the way she always used to be before they were together.

“You ready to go home?” JJ whispered in Y/N’s ear after a few hours. Y/N nodded before standing up off of JJ’s lap and then saying goodbye to everyone. The ride to their house was silent, but it was comfortable. Y/N was more tired than she liked to admit.

“Can I ask you something?” The girl spoke up as JJ nodded as he glanced at her before putting his eyes back on the road. “You know that I love you for you, right? I would never try to change you or your habits.”

JJ knew what this was about, but he didn’t know if the girls had overheard them talking or if they talked about it today. He knew that he didn’t miss it as much as he thought he would, but it also isn’t like he completely quit either. He just done it when he was stressed, compared to every 5 minutes.

“Y/N, I know.” JJ nodded. Letting his girlfriend know that he knew that she loved him for his old self as well as now. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, and now that I got you… I just want to be a bit more mature for you.” Y/N didn’t say anything as she let what he had said sink in.

What she didn’t know was the fact that JJ wouldn’t tell her that he was afraid he’d screw up. He wanted to treat her the way she deserves and he was afraid he’d screw something up.

Beautiful crazy

She can’t help but amaze me

The way that she dances

Ain’t afraid to take chances

And wears her heart on her sleeve

Yeah, she’s crazy

But her crazy’s beautiful to me.

The boneyard was a place that the group hadn’t been in a minute. No one forgot about the place where the parties used to happen. Where Topper almost drowned John B, Where the kooks were known for starting trouble with the pogues. Everyone had just grown up and had bigger problems. Until tonight, it was the first time in a while that the pogues decided to throw a party the way they used too. Tourons would sure be there and kooks would show up once they heard the news.

JJ, John B, and Pope were the ones getting the kegs ready, while the girls were gathering a few sticks and logs for the bonfire. Around 10pm the party was in full swing. Kooks, tourons, and the pogues were all there. Many red solos cups laying around or being held. The music was blaring from a speaker which had Sarah and Y/N dancing together. It was clear that the two girls had their fair share of drinks, seeing as how laid back both of them were.

JJ couldn’t help but watch with adoration in his eyes, at his girlfriend. He knew that she had a more care free spirit since she got with him. Almost like she didn’t have to act like the perfect person anymore. “JJ!” Y/N hollered as she noticed her boyfriend staring at her. Her yelled knocked him out of his thoughts as he looked at her, waiting for her to finish. “Come dance with me!” She gestured over. JJ hesitated before walking over and grabbing her waist as the girl danced around crazily.

“You’re crazy.” JJ whispered in her ear before leaving a kiss under her earlobe. “I love you.” He added before he pulled away and noticed the look on the girls face. She was wearing a big grin, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips.

Y/N could feel some of the kooks eyeing the couple, no doubt talking about how she left Topper. She didn’t care, she knew that they would talk no matter what. So, she vowed to herself to never care about what Topper and his loyalty says. “You want to get out of here?” Y/N asked with lust and love filled eyes. JJ gave the girl a smirk before squeezing her hand and the couple ran off the beach.

She makes plans for the weekend

Can’t wait to go out

Until she changes her mind

Says, “let’s stay on the couch and watch tv.”

and she falls asleep. 

It was currently Friday night, JJ had taken off work to celebrate their one year anniversary. It came so fast that it felt as if they’ve been together forever. JJ had saved enough money, without you knowing to take you to a nice restaurant on the rich side of town. He made sure he saved enough for the best wine and the most expensive meal on the menu.

“Hey, babe,” JJ called as he was looking for his woman to make sure that she was getting ready. This particular place didn’t take reservations and it was all first come-first serve. “Are we still going out?” He asked once he noticed Y/N in their shared bed.

Y/N was wearing her matching Pajama set and gave JJ a sheepish smile before sitting up. “I was really looking for it.” She started as she noticed the look JJ was already giving her. “Can we just stay in and watch tv? A movie or something.”

JJ thought for a moment, he knew that he could save the money he already has saved up for the piece of jewelry he wanted to get her soon. So he gave in and climbed in bed with his girlfriend.

The two put on a movie that they both enjoyed. Knowing that Y/N would be getting sleepy in not too long. It always happened that she fell asleep during movies, regardless of if she liked them or not. “Happy anniversary.” Y/N mumbled as she laid her head on JJ’s chest.

“Happy Anniversary, Baby.” JJ whispered as he watched her close her eyes. He planted a kiss on her forehead before turning his eyes back to the movie playing on the tv in their bedroom.

Beautiful crazy

She can’t help but amaze me

The way that she dances, ain’t afraid to take chances

And wears her heart on her sleeve

Yeah, she’s crazy.

But her crazy is beautiful to me.

The time had finally came when JJ wanted to officially make Y/N his forever. He had saved up some money, without her knowing and had went with John B to buy an engagement ring. The boy was aware that they had only been together for a little over a year, but he didn’t care. He knew she was the one for the past five years, almost six. He was ready to officially make his girlfriend his fiancé.

JJ had asked Sarah to take Y/N to get her nails done. He even gave the girl the money for it. He even told her to make it seem like a girls day, since neither of them stayed on the rich side that much anymore. Well, besides when JJ and Y/N went home. Their house was located on the outskirts of the rich side, but not on the side where the pogues lived.

Sarah had taken to the nail shop that they were used too. Sarah had also invited Kie, but she had announced how that wasn’t her thing and she didn’t want her nails done at the moment. Y/N was clueless as to why they were hanging out at a nail salon. But, she did know that she was ready to head home and see JJ. The two had been separated for almost two days. Seeing as JJ worked yesterday and went straight to John B’s after and didn’t come home till late.

“What are you getting?” Sarah asked as the two sat side-by-side in the nail salon. “I think I’m going with pastel colors tips.” She added as she picked out the colors for the nail artist.

Y/N wasn’t sure what to get done, so she let the nail artist pick her nails out and whatever she wanted to fix. By the time their nails were done, Y/N had a nude color and cream glitter on her nails. They were petty and something that she wasn’t always used too.

“John B just texted and asked if we wanted to grab dinner with him and JJ?” Sarah asked as Y/N and her walked out of the nail salon and towards the vehicle Sarah drove.

“Sure.” Y/N said simply. She was excited to get to have dinner with her boyfriend. It was something that she had cancelled on his for and never rescheduled. She felt slightly guilty for staying in on their anniversary, but at least they lived together.

The ride to the restaurant was quiet as Y/N was texting JJ the ride over and Sarah was driving. The two pulled into a parking spot and got out. The wreck was where they were going and you couldn’t park too close to that. Due to it being so close to the water.

“Hey,” y/n greeted as she pulled JJ into a hug. “I’ve missed you.” She whispered before pulling away from him.

He gave her a grin before pulling her in and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ve missed you too, princess.” He spoke.

The two couples walked in and greeted Kie’s dad before sitting down at one of the tables. It was true that even though some kooks were still thinking they were better, now they don’t always feel like that. It had changed a bit. The four ordered food and waited for it to be delivered to their table.

“What did you girls do today?” JJ asked in order to not seem suspicious.

“I took Y/N to get her nails done.” Sarah bragged as she held her own hand up.

Y/N nodded not really knowing why it was a big deal to the girl that they got their nails done. It wasn’t something that Y/N/N did often and when she did… they sometimes annoyed her.

After small talk the food arrived and they ate. With the boys talking while eating their food. They finished their food pretty fast before paying and leaving tip and leaving.

“Let’s take a walk?” JJ asked as he held his hand out for Y/N to grab.

The Y/H/C girl nodded and grabbed her boyfriends hand, before bidding goodbye to her friends. “Where we going?” She asked softly as she leaned her head over on his shoulder as they walked.

“Walking by the water.” He replied back with the same amount of softness. His thumb rubbed the back of her hand gently as they continued walking. “You know I’ve loved you for almost six years, right?”

Y/N nodded as she gave his hand a light squeeze. “I’ve loved you for a long time.” She replied back as the soft breeze blew through her hair.

JJ suddenly stopped walking, they weren’t anywhere near where he hoped he’d propose at, however he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I was going to do this in a romantic way, but just screw all of it.” JJ mumbled as he dropped down to one knee causing his girlfriend to cover her mouth with her hands. “Y/N, I love you and when I saw you in your wedding dress two years ago, it killed me. You running out was the best thing that ever happened in our lives. I love you so much! Will you marry me?” He asked. His original speech and sweet location completely thrown out the window.

“Yes!” Y/N didn’t hesitate. She shook her head as the tears fell from her eyes. JJ slipped the ring on her finger after he pulled it out of the box. She quickly threw her hands his neck as he picked her up.

“I love you.”

She’s unpredictable, unforgettable.

It’s unusual, unbelievable

How I’m such a fool,

Yeah, I’m such a fool for her.

Beautiful, crazy

She can’t help but amaze me

The way she dances

Ain’t afraid to take chances

And wears her heart on her sleeve.

Her crazy is beautiful to me.

It has been a few months since JJ had proposed. Y/N had not even started wedding planning as she was busy around the house and her work that she did. JJ was at work a lot more, knowing that he’d be helping pay for their wedding as well. Y/N, at this point, I sent even sure if she wanted a wedding. She realized with her last wedding how overrated it was. There were so many people there who didn’t even like her because she hung out with JJ and John B.

“What’re you thinking about?” JJ asked as he came up behind his fiancé. She had been fixing dinner but hadn’t said anything since JJ got home.

Y/N turned around in JJ arms as she looked up in his eyes. “Let’s get married.” She said.

JJ gave her a look, “we are. When you settle on a date…” he trailed off being too tired to decipher what she meant.

“No,” she shook her head. “Let’s get married tomorrow or this weekend.” She elaborated.

“What about a wedding?” JJ asked softly as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Isn’t it what you want?”

“I just want you to be my husband.” She mumbled as she peered up at him with innocent eyes. Even though she was far from innocent. “If that’s okay with you.” She added. She didn’t want to take a wedding away from JJ if he wanted to experience one.

“Okay.” JJ nodded as he gave his fiancé a big grin. “Then it’s settled. This weekend you’ll be Mrs. Maybank.” He added causing Y/N to grin up at him.

“I like the sound of that.”