#like sorry do I need to ask if your *wedding* will be safe to attend now?
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I'm so annoyed. I got exposed to unexpected strobe lighting on the weekend, and my eyes still feel wonky. I know it's the migraine continuing; the pain is just silent. But god damn, that doesn't make it any less frustrating. Why the hell is strobe lighting everywhere now?
It's in movies, games, TikTok filters, social events. Like, does no one care that they're endangering people? For me, it's just a pesky migraine that lingers for several days, but this shit could outright kill someone with a seizure disorder. And it's just like... no one cares.
#chronic health tag#vent tag#frustration#like sorry do I need to ask if your *wedding* will be safe to attend now?#because you just don't stop to think for a couple of minutes
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as the world caves in | nanami kento
warnings: fem!reader. major spoilers for shibuya arc. canon-divergent.
to think that the grade one sorcerer, nanami kento, would be fated to be killed by the very same cursed spirit that he’d just about ripped apart with itadori yuuji. the circumstances were almost comical—barely paying any attention to mahito during their previous encounter—now, he’s dying from his very own hands.
nanami could almost laugh at his situation, except…
he was with you.
the one constant in his life. the lively dandelion in this vast field of dead grass. the reason why he’d prefer not to go overtime anymore—all so he could spend his time with you.
with the both of you on the precipice of death, nanami wonders if this was a fitting end for him.
sometimes, he’d stay awake late at night and think about the dangers of both your lives as a sorcerer, knowing that a long life was practically out of the picture. he thought about safety often, but mainly yours. he’d trade his life for yours in a heartbeat—he knows that. he’d do anything to keep you safe. he declared that a long time ago.
he didn’t think about this, though—the notion of dying in each other’s arms.
like a seal of fate. walking into the afterlife, hand in hand.
“nanamin,” you whisper, voice hoarse, a few coughs of blood with the meek call of his name. “are we going to die?”
he can’t find it in him to answer that question. instead, he uses all of his strength to take your limp body in his arms, making sure to interlock both of your hands. “i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you, love.”
you squeeze his hand with a laugh, though it just comes out as a painful wheeze. “that’s bullshit. you know i don’t mind dying if it means that i die with you.”
i don’t mind dying if it means that i die with you.
nanami doesn’t seem to mind either.
“can i ask you something?” the strength in your voice is slowly running out. he knows you’re spending the last of your energy through talking to him, and he’s doing the same. nanami hums in response to your question.
“will you marry me?”
he freezes at that. because nanami realizes that at that moment—he’ll never get to do the things that he eventually wanted to do with you. the parts of adulthood that make life seem worth it: getting engaged, getting married, having kids, watching them grow up, and holding hands in the porch of your old home as you find peace in retiring as a sorcerer.
all of that bliss was forcefully ripped from his grasp. the aspects of life that make humans human—he can’t even do them with you. so, he seizes this opportunity.
“yes—of course i will, darling..” you can feel your eyes water.
“i now.. pronounce…” your words are interrupted with another fit of coughing up blood. still, you continue talking, despite how much energy this simple task takes. “the newlywed couple.. husband and wife…”
you pictured your eventual wedding with kento as a traditional style wedding. all of your friends would be invited—as well as your students. maybe you’d even make yuuji the flower boy. and you know that nanami would still choose gojo as his best man, despite his feigned annoyance towards him.
the wedding wasn’t ought to be grand. you didn’t even need an abundance of people to attend. your friends, students, and others that you held dear were enough to make you happy during your special day. you didn’t expect your wedding to happen while you were dying in your newlywed husband’s arms. though there was one thing you were sure of—you did not want to leave this earth simply as nanami’s girlfriend.
there were no wedding arbours. no rings, no congratulatory cheers from your friends. no cheeky flower toss that you were excited to do during your day. just you and your husband, slowly bleeding out on the floor, hand in hand.
with your free hand, you shakily cup his cheek and pull him in for one last kiss. your “altar” kiss, per se.
your own actions make you tear up, and you could feel the salty teardrops dripping down your cheeks. still, nanami finds the strength to wipe away your tears.
“i can’t believe i get to call you y/n nanami now.” you both laugh, noticing how kento also has tear stains on his cheek—the man is not one to cry easily.
the adrenaline pumping in your veins is slowly leaving, replaced by a soul crushing tiredness—the immense need to go to sleep.
“i’m tired, nanamin…”
it seems like the time has come.
the time to say goodbye.
“my beautiful husband.” you whisper, eyes slowly lulling itself to sleep. a squeeze of his hand, one last time.
“thank you for everything, my wife. i love you. don’t you ever forget that.” he squeezes your hand back, beginning to shut his eyes as well.
silence rings around the room as you don’t return his words. it was almost deafening.
#jujutsu kaisen nanami#nanami x you#nanami x reader#nanami kento#nanami angst#jujutsu kaisen#nanami x y/n#jjk spoilers#jjk angst#jujutsu kaisen angst
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Married?
A/N: This was based off of this post check it out. I hope I did it justice and y'all enjoy it. I will do a Part with Damian after this one.
@taewinterbear95 I hope you like it. Sorry it took me a while to write this out.
@maanae Here you go. I hope I did it justice.
@swaggermcjagger hope you like it!
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Summary: Everyone finds out that Damian and Marinette are married and freak out.
It had been close to a year since the marriage ceremony between the heir of the League of Assasins and the Grand Guardian of the Order. Marinette and Damian have so far met twice in the time given that they are both straight out of high school and entering University. After the marriage ceremony Marinette had gone back to her usual days. Damian as well went back to going by his usual schedule. It was only at certain times that the two would call each other up and update the other on their everyday life. Marinette would tell him of the new design she has drawn up as well as the clients she is currently working with. Damian would tell her about his pets as well as the new rescues he has hiding from his father.
"Marinette are you ready to go," Adrien asked from her living room.
"Yes, I just need my bag," she said, grabbing her purse.
After making sure that the kwamis were safe and had their snacks the two of the headed out to buy some new fabric Marinette needed. Adrien had volunteered to help her carry the rolls of fabric and other stuff she needed in exchange for some pastries. The two of them chatted basically updating the other on their daily stuff. Once at the fabric shop Marinette made quick work on searching for the fabric.
"Who is the commission for this time," Adrien asked, looking at the colorful material.
"Uncle Jagged, he needs a suite for a wedding his is going to be attending," she said, finding a green material.
"Oh, my husband likes this shade of green. Maybe I should make him something," she said, picking up an emerald green fabric.
"Your husband? Wait you're married since when," Adrien said, shocked.
He tried to remember when Marinette had even started dating and nothing came up. No one had even mentioned her dating someone.
"Yes, I got kidnapped a while back by some assassins and was forced into a magical blood-bound marriage contract with their heir. We meet every chance we get and spare with swords and needles. It's pretty fun," she said, a sigh escaping her lips.
"Wait are you serious how come you never told anyone," Adrien asked, confused.
"It never came up," she said, grabbing some other fabrics.
After getting everything she needed they headed back to her apartment and dropped off her stuff. Chloe had called earlier complaining that they don't see each other enough and wanted to meet for lunch. Chloe had managed to take over her father's hotel and became a well-known businesswoman.
"Adrikins, Mari, you made it," Chloe greeted as the two of them walked into the hotel restaurant.
"Chloe, it's nice to see you too," Marinette said.
"Is everyone else here," Adrien asked, searching for the others.
"Yes, you two are the last ones," Chloe said.
Kagami, Luka, Nino and Alya sat at a table chatting before the other three walked to the table.
"I see you two finally made it," Alya smirked.
"Hello you two," Luka and Kagami greeted.
"Yo, Dude, Dudette finally," Nino grinned.
Adrien and Marinette took their seats and ordered food before catching up. Halfway thru the meal Marinette's phone went off.
"Ah, It's my husband I should answer this," Marinette said, answering her phone.
"Wait, did she say husband," Alya said, shocked.
"HUSBAND," Chloe gasped.
"Hello, Oh I see well I should have time off next week if you wish to come visit. I do not mind. I do have a commission I need to finish for Uncle Jagged. Oh then I shall see you in two days. Yes, I as well," Marinette said before hanging up the phone.
She looked up at her friends all of them with shocked and confused looks on their faces.
"Is something wrong," Marinette asked, confused.
"Since when have you been married," Nino asked, confused.
"I believe today would mark ten months," Marinette answered, taking a sip of her tea.
"How," Alya asked.
"Oh, I got kidnapped a while back by some assassins and was forced into a magical blood-bound marriage contract with their heir. Would you like to see a picture of him," she answered, taking out her phone and pulling up a photo of him.
"This is him; he is planning to visit in two days but would rather spend his time with me than with other people," she said, showing them the picture.
"Wait, Mari that is Damian Wayne. He is Bruce Wayne's son one of the riches man in Gotham," Chloe said, shocked.
"Leave it to Mari-hime to attract the rich," Kagami chuckled.
"Oh, I didn't know that," Marinette said.
"Do we get to meet him when he visits," Adrien asked.
"Of course, you are all family and he has to meet you sooner or later. Mama and Papa already love him," she answered.
"Wait, your parents already met him and know you are married," Alya said, shocked.
"Of course, who do you think supplies the kwamis with their snacks," Marinette said.
"Well, Dudette you sure know how to keep us on our toes," Nino chuckled.
They spent the rest of their day talking about how Marinette and Damian got to where they were and every other little detail leading to it.
#timetravelassasin fics#daminette#marinette x damian#batboys#damian wayne#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain cheng
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Hi Mimi. Can I ask you for advice.
I have a friend who is mad at me because I’m not calling her back 24/7, and because I can’t hang out all the time and have to cancel due to the fact that I work and they sometimes, even if I have plans, call me in.
I couldn’t attend her boyfriend’s surprise birthday dinner, who she’ve only been dating for like 4 months and I’ve only met twice, because they wanted to go out late at night and I was working the day before, during, and the day after. However that particular day I got to finish my shift early because it was raining so my boss told me to just go home. On my way home another friend called me, who I haven’t seen in four month because we live 1h and 45min away from each other. My birthday is in two weeks but she’s going on vacation soon, she asked if we could meet up in the city and have dinner, this is like 4-5pm, because she wanted to celebrate me by buying me dinner. I said okey. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong. We meet up, have dinner, order some drinks, and I post a video of us. The other friend, not even 5 minutes later, sends me a loooong message about what a bad friend I am without even knowing anything. I didn’t answer her right away and decided to wait until I was home. I got home at like 8:30, and the dinner was around 9-10isch so even if I didn’t go out with my friend I couldn’t go and celebrate her boyfriend because I needed to sleep.
She really went off on me, said a lot of things, and made me feel so shitty for nothing. So I wrote back and told her, we’re not kids, I didn’t do anything wrong, I explained briefly why I went out with my friend, and I also told her it’s my life and nobody can get mad at me for my choices, even if I was free that day it still shouldn’t be a problem because I don’t have an obligation to anybody. I also told her that I think it’s wrong that she decided to message me when she saw I was out, she could have waited and brought it up the next day instead of basically trying to ruin my night. I also texted her “don’t worry about this now, go and have fun, enjoy, let’s talk face 2 face when we get the chance” She then texted me back saying “I am celebrating his birthday all weekend, we can talk another day, I don’t have time to deal with this now”. I wrote back “sure”. My first thought, before I calmed myself down, was “so you have time to ruin my night, and start this whole thing, but you don’t have time to finish it?”.
Am I the asshole? Hahaha this sounds like a reddit post, I wanted to write it there but I don’t want to take a risk of her seeing it. Your account, your stories and you are also my comfort zone. I just feel safe here, which is why I am sorry for the rant and headache you have now. I just don’t like to talk about other people with other people, which is why I’m not asking for advice from my friends. But at the same time I’m desperate because I feel like I have done everything for her but just because I have work and have to prioritize myself I’m suddenly a bad friend for not attending her bfs dinner who I’ve only met twice. I mean it’s not like I missed her wedding day. It’s not like I was talking shit about her or told everyone her secrets for her to call me awful names and paint me as the bad guy. It’s not like the plan hanged on me, and I said no, and everybody stayed home but then I went out anyways. They still went out and had fun, so why should it be a problem if I was there or not.
I just want to add that this friendship is solely about me being there for her, I’m basically her therapist. I’ve never ever had demands on her or how she should treat me. I’m so drama free like this is my only drama in life atm in the past 6 years. I’m so easy going. You know that last year on my birthday she didn’t wish me a happy bday, and last year I asked her 6 times if she wanted to go on a vacation and she said no, but then she posts on snap that she’s going on a “random trip” with a girl she met 6 month ago at a gym who she doesn’t even talk to anymore because she feels that the girl was to clingy. I didn’t say anything because I thought it’s okey I’m not gonna ruin her day, vacation or whatever for something so silly, it’s HER life. I’m always there for her, even if I’m busy I always try to show her that she is not neglected by maybe sending her a song, or meme, or even going as far as telling her that I’m gonna be busy and that she can call me if it’s an emergency otherwise I won’t be so active. I always have her back, she calls me 4 in the morning and I pick up without blinking twice. My parents treat her as a second daughter, I’m always there for her as much as I can, and I just have to add that last month, I didn’t sleep for 36h and had a 10h shift the day after, but I still went out with her because she needed a friend due to having a bad day. I neglected my mental health for her. And our convos are 90% about her, 7% about random stuff, and 3% about me, and I STILL DONT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT because idgaf. Im honestly so unbothered I really don’t care, but right now I care because I feel that the text she sent me, and the way she wanted to paint me, and the words she used even though I’ve never ever had anything negative about her coming out of my mouth…I just feel like this is so unfair and I don’t know what to do. Should I end the friendship? Or maybe talk to her and try to make her understand? Im just so lost and this is honestly so sad because we’ve been friend for 12 years if not more. I don’t want it to end over something so silly…
Much love💜
Again I’m sorry for ranting, if you have advice I want to thank you for them. And I also want to thank you before hand for taking the time to read this. I admire u and ur stories!
I just have to add: she’s not a bad person, her good qualities overshadows the bad ones, which is why we’re still friends.
This message was sent a while back and I am sorry for responding only now. Maybe you were able to figure it out on your own or things happened after this. But all I can recommend for you to do is to talk to your friend, if you haven’t already. If I were you, I’d try to communicate and make her see where I am coming from as well and then… there’s nothing much you can do from there. You’ll see how she takes it and whether she’s able to see your side or not. Regardless of everything, she shouldn’t take you for granted and cut you some slack.
Like you said, you don’t want your friendship to end over something silly but maybe it’s not something silly at all. In the end, you don’t want friends who makes you feel guilty and take you for granted all the time. Just the fact your entire friendship seems to be focusing on her rather than on both of you says a lot. You shouldn’t be treated that way and you do deserve someone who equally cares about you as a person :)
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷
Robb Stark x Targaryen Reader
Request: „Hi! Hope you're having a great day, if you don't mind, please could you write a robb stark x reader?‟
„can you do just a fluffy oneshot with robb where reader thought he was dead (they were betrothed and in love so reader was like still in mourning even tho it's been months since he died) and turns out he survived the Red Wedding along with Grey Wind and they just have this super fluffy and teary reunion and later that day reader just wanted to cuddle robb and never let go hope that makes sense!‟
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for Robb Stark. I put two requests together in this story from anons I hope you as well as them gonna like it.
English is not my native language so I am sorry for any mistakes.
*Thoughts, memories, and other languages are written in bold italics.
He was standing in front of her. Safe and sound, and above all... alive.
She looked at him with a shadow of tears in her violet eyes. Her hands, cold and trembling, held his neck like a lifeline, helping her not to drown in the ocean of bitterness and despair. The man held her near him, wanting to have her as close as possible, never wanting to let go, his hands gripping the material of the white-haired woman coat. In a silent act, conveying the care he wanted to soothe the heart of the dragon princess.
But nothing was able to help her.
-I beg you- she whispered on the verge of hysteria -I beg you, Robb, don't agree to Lord Frey's proposal. I can not loose you.
-You will not loose me. I am yours and you are mine, now, until the end of our days -he replied kissing her forehead lovingly.
-I don't want the end of your days to end tomorrow night, I won't let it happen - the woman said firmly- The people of Westeros are manipulative, wherever they go, they look for a chance. To use, to take and...
-I am the king of the north, but I am also a man of honor - Stark tried to explain to her, running his large hands over her soft skin.
-My father was a king - the young Targaryen drawled through her teeth - He saw people as traitors, unconsciously creating them himself. He paid for it with life, not only his but also his children. Don't make the same mistake.
-I will attend this wedding - said the brunette, sticking to his sentence - You should go there with me, as the future queen of the north - he added, more quietly, even though the two lovers were alone anyway.
-In the morning, me and Jaelarys return to Essos - she announced to Robb's surprise. -Dany want to discuss further expanding our alliances in here. I can't keep her waiting.
-So you're leaving me?- the northman asked, trying to hide the pain in his voice.
-I haven't seen my sister in over six months -Y/n said, offended -I want to see if she's safe, I have to. She may need me.
-I need you - replied her lover.
-Now you're the king of the north - the violet-eyed whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth -Maybe when I come back, you'll be the king of all seven kingdoms -she added, connecting their foreheads.
She said this words trying to hide her anger, preferring to leave rather than listen, not knowing at the time that that conversation was their last.
Or so she thought.
-Gaomagon ao gīmigon bisa vala,mandia? (Do you know this man, sister?) Daenerys asked, waking the princess from her thoughts.
-Kessa (Yes) - she managed to say - Īles se Dārys hen Jelmor (He was the king of the north) - she added more quietly.
-Oh- only came out of Taragryen's mouth- I thought Robb Stark...died -she admitted surprised, trying to choose her words carefully in front of her already emotionally sensitive sister.
Y/n thought so too. Her grief and sadness knew no bounds since they had been awakened by the news of the death of Young Wolf, her beloved Robb.
-I'd like to talk to the king in private - the silver-haired woman confessed after a while, feeling her last particles of stability starts slipping between her fingers.
-Of course- queen of Dragonstone replied, sounding soothing and warm, wanting to reassure her sister from a distance.
The violet-eyed princess left the throne room without hesitation and, to the surprise of the oldest of the Starks, did not even looked at him. Her footsteps were quick and hard, each one bouncing off the stone walls of the castle.
She didn't have to turn around. She knew the man was following her, even if he didn't know where she was leading him.
When she was sure that no one would interrupt their conversation, only then did her footsteps stop.
As she turned around, Robb was able to take a close look at the changes that had taken place during their separation. Once full of joy and feisty face changed to a colder, almost indifferent expression. The eyes were more faded, deep down drowning in the sadness that Y/n had experienced.
Looking at her ,broke his heart and filled him with anger at the same time. It was because of him that the young woman found herself in this position, because he didn't listen, because he didn't came earlier but four years later, when instead of the stubborn girl for whom he was so crazy, he found her shadow.
Stark's first instinct was to embrace her fragile form, so he did exactly that. Taking her body to himself, he covered it with thick, black fur and wrapped his arms around it.
Y/n felt as if for the first time in a very long time she could breathe fully, as if her lungs were finally filled with the air necessary to survive. Her hands disappeared into the brunette's coat, holding on tightly, not wanting to let go.
-I should have listened - the northman said after a while -I should have been wiser...
-Robb, don't - the young Targaryen interrupted him, placing one of her hands on his chest, then lifting her head and staring into his blue irises -We can't change the past. What happened… I really thought I lost you - she confessed, the first tears in her eyes.
-They killed everyone...my mother begged them to spare me but in response they slit her throat and stuck a dagger in me- he replied bitterly, clenching his hands on Daenerys sister's waist -I thought it was my end. But Greywind found my body, dragged me to some hut. The old lady must have been terrified when she saw me, but she helped me anyway.
-It wouldn't be wise to ignore the king of the north and his direwolf -Y/n stated, and Stark smiled at the hint of sarcasm in her mouth that he loved so much -She saved you and I'm glad she did, especially when...- halfway through, she frowned ,putting on a serious face, it was obvious that she wanted to confess something.
-Princess - one of the maidservants suddenly interjected -Rhaella woke up from her nap, she's fussy. I believe she's calling for her mother.
Y/n left her former lover's arms at the words about her child. Smiling gently at the Dothraki woman, she nodded her head in understanding.
Watching as she leaves in the only direction she knew, the violet-eyed woman looked at the man out of the corner of her eye.
-Robb, I know a lot has been dumped on your shoulders, but I think you should meet someone - she announced quietly -It's important.
Northman at first thought he had misheard.
That it wasn't about Y/n. Then the thought of a new dragon crept into his mind, but when he stood in the doorway of the chambers, he knew exactly who Rhaella was.
The young Targaryen with natural delicacy lifted the toddler up, cradling her in her arms, thus soothing her. The girl was a copy of her mother, inheriting every trait of the dragon bloodline.
Walking slowly towards the brunet, she involuntarily clenched her hands on the child harder, not knowing how he would react.
-Is she mine?- whispered the blue-eyed man, gliding his hand over the girl's ruddy cheek.
-Yes - the princess replied simply.
Y/n woke up in the middle of the night. Half of her bed was empty, causing her to awakening instantly. Where was Robb? Was it another nightmare, or was she slowly starting to lose her mind?
Her eyes quickly scanned the room. They finally found a man who held her heart in an iron grip.
Targaryen rose carefully from the bed, approaching him quietly. The king from the north greeted her, wrapping his arm around her body so she could shamelessly take his warmth for herself.
-Why aren't you sleeping?- she asked softly, kissing his jaw.
-I couldn't sleep - he replied, staring at the sea outside the window.
-Are you sure it's just sleep problems?- the princess asked, seeing the change in Stark after seeing his daughter.
-I...- he began, but couldn't finish, grabbing the stone balustrade, squeezing his hand around it -I can't stop thinking what would have happened if you hadn't flown away that morning and stayed with me. If you had participated in this carnage - he whispered, looking at Rhaella sleeping, unaware of anything.
-You didn't know, nobody knew that I was with child - the young woman admitted - The news of your death resulted in too much stress, my body couldn't stand it. Then I found out I was pregnant. You couldn't have known Robb - she assured, stroking his back.
-How can you be so calm, so forgiving? - he asked confused, looking at her like a lost child rather than a king.
-Because I can't stay stuck in the past any longer. I can't think what if. This world won't let me, I have to push forward not only for myself, but for people who need me Robb, you should do the same - Y/n stated, after a moment she kissed his lips lovingly.
-I love you my queen - he murmured, cupping her face in his hands.
-And I love you my king - replied Daenerys' sister, closing her eyes -Now and forever.
-Now and forever - Stark repeated, connecting their foreheads.
The impending war was at their feet, but tonight, at this moment, only their feelings and sensations mattered. Their touches of hands and brushes of lips. Their song of ice and fire. The Wolf and the Dragon.
#robb stark x reader#robb stark#got#game of thrones#asoiaf#house targaryen#house stark#fanfiction#targrayen reader#game of thrones x reader#daenerys targaryen#robb stark x targaryen reader#female reader#game of thrones fanfiction#robb star x oc#robb stark au#game of thrones imagine
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♡ How They React To A Darling Who Is A Sucker For Massages ♡
(Sorry this one took forever, I kept getting distracted lol.)
♡ Skye doesn't realize for a very long time even after you've been dating because while she really wants to have her hands all over you doing that would make her feel very clingy and vulnerable and if you reject that kind of affection then she'll be devastated. There are two scenarios I could see her realizing, one you visit massage parlors and sophie reports that back to her so she attempts to give you one just to see if you'll like her doing it or you've been kidnapped and she can touch you as much as she wants now. ♡
♡ In the case she has not kidnapped you, she's very pouty you visit massage parlors but she will quickly work on getting better then you have to rely on her for this and then that way she's not clingy, you're the one begging her for a massage. She gets very good very quickly because she's just so desperate to please you but she won't do it until you ask most of the time or she'll pretend to just be doing it absentmindedly. ♡
♡ If she's kidnapped you she discovers it very quickly because she's constantly touching you to make up for how she didn't show you enough affection before, look she's showing it now so don't ever leave. Once she realizes how quickly you melt under the massages then she's just doing it constantly to keep you happy and sedated in her arms, her sister are also happy for her that she's found a way to keep you happy with her. ♡
♡ The thing with Sophie is she might not be touchy for months because she's waiting for you to come to her to express gratitude for everything she's doing to you or she might snap and get touchy instantly because she's doing all these tasks for you so doesn't she deserve a little something. Either way once she gets touchy her hands are all over you and she'll realize instantly that you love massages, especially since her hands are so strong and skilled that you might let out little moans on accident. ♡
♡ It depends on the stage of the relationship, if she hasn't kidnapped kindly relocated you to her apartment because that's where you belong, then she's using it mostly to get her way, oh? Did she say something mildly concerning about your friend who recently disappeared, you're misunderstanding her because you're so tense, let her give you a massage dolly, kay? ♡
♡ Once she has relocated you safely she's using it to keep you indoors, sure you could go for a walk oh you could set down and let her massage you gently, just ignore how her hands are wandering, a boob massage is perfectly normal, she's not doing this for any weird reason and even if she were, you're enjoying it and she knows what parts are you body need massaging the most and she says it's your chest and thighs. ♡
♡ Darla invites you over to study sessions very often when she's first trying to get your affection and it's during that that she discovers just how much you enjoy massages. She very much likes this, it's so easy for her to give you one and act like she's naive about what she's doing to you and then you'd be the weird one if you act weird about it because this is just friendly touching. She acts like she doesn't know what she's doing to you before and after you start dating too. ♡
♡ When you're just friends she does it semi frequently but not in public since her other friends might notice she only does it to you and it's hard to pretend it's still friendly when you're the only one she's doing it to. She likes to make you lay down and she gives you a massage whenever you have a sleepover in her dorm after studying because she feels bad about how tense you look after you helped her study and it feels only right to repay your kindness. ♡
♡ After you start dating she does it incredibly often and her friends swoon about how she's just such a caring girlfriend and how your relationship is just couple goals, they can't wait to attend your wedding and Darla just smiles and keeps doing it. She withholds it when you hang out with people she doesn't like because she's just too upset to do it tonight. ♡
♡ Ellie notices the day she kidnaps you, if she for some reason or miracle doesn't kidnap you instantly then she keeps her hands off you but then the day she invites your into her flat and traps you there, her hands and mouth are on every square inch of your and she realizes very quickly. Her hands are extremely skilled and plus she's had friends with benefits before so she's encountered people who also really like massages and honed her skills for that specifically just a little bit. ♡
♡ She does it every time she has to mark and bite you all over to lessen your complaints about how harsh she's being, shh, she knows she broke skin, just relax and feel how calming her hands feel, shhh just let it happen. Plus this boosts her ego cause you can't be stolen when you melt so quickly when she touches you, you're always going to be hers! ♡
♡ Not to be explicit however this also plays into some of her major fantasies, she has a few dubcon fantasies where she's your masseuse and then the strap just slips in but you're just so relaxed that you barely even notice it, it also feeds into a few medical play fantasies. She really just loves how easy it is to get you to relax and put up with whatever roleplay she wants to do with you. ♡
#yandere oc#yandere lesbian#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere asks#yandere scenarios#my oc ellie#my oc skye#my oc sophie#my oc darla
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Broken bonds
Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader
Warnings: None
Notes: I’m excited to share my first Harwin fic!
1.01
“Vaella!” Rhaenyra runs towards you, her arms extended. “How are you?”
Excited to see her, you hug her tightly. Since being married, you’ve missed spending time with your older sister; after all, she was your closest companion. The other half of you. No poet could describe the depths of your love for her.
You step back from the hug and notice a knight standing patiently behind her. You remember the day your sister picked Ser Cristion as part of your father's royal guard. Ser Harrold seemed impressed by her decision-making, while Otto Hightower was furious.
You smile at him and say, “I hope you are well, Ser Cristion.”
He bows his head and says, “Princess.”
Rhaenyra links her arm with yours as she leads you through the gardens. You notice the sudden displeased look on her face. Lightheartedly, you nudge her with your shoulder and say, “I’m sure there are worse things than having a sworn protector that looks like Ser Criston Cole.” You giggle. “Now tell me everything so we can eat cake and ride our dragons for the rest of the day, once I’ve said hello to Father.”
“And the queen.”
“Ahh, yes, Alicent.” You roll your eyes at the thought of seeing her; you have no love for any Hightower. “I am excited to meet our newest sibling, though. Has Aegon still got chubby round cheeks?”
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Ser Harwin Strong talking to his father, and you feel your heart speed up. You hadn’t seen him since your wedding, when he attended alongside his father. You were so distracted by him that you missed what Rhaenyra was saying to you.
An action that didn’t go unnoticed
“See something you like?” She whispers.
“No, not at all,” you shake your head. “When do you leave for your tour for a suitor?”
She looks at you unimpressed. “Tomorrow morning, I’m dreading it.”
“You are beloved by many; the realms delight. The lords and knights will be fighting for your hand.”
“They want my blood, not me. The whole thing seems barbaric—that I will pick a husband based on what fleet or castle he can offer me.”
“Believe me, dear sister, you're lucky to be the one who gets to choose.”
She gives you a sympathetic smile. It was no secret that you hated the Lannisters, and being married to one made you nothing but miserable. You often asked the gods what you did to deserve such punishment, but they never answered.
You did resent your father for forcing you to at first, but you soon realized he wasn’t the problem, but the snake who had been whispering in his ear was. Otto Hightower. He had convinced your father, the king, that it was the best way to keep you safe.
“Sorry,” she squeezes your hand. “So, how long will you be staying this time?”
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You sit in tense silence as the men in the king's small council look at each other. You were summoned to meet with them before dawn, much to your distaste, to discuss who would be your ‘sworn protector’ while you stayed in kings landing.
“It’s been three hours,” your father sighs. “What are you waiting for?”
You look at the dirt underneath your nails and then back up at him, “I am not the heir to the throne; I do not need watching over.”
“Heir or not, you are still my child,” your father rubs at his face. You wanted him to admit out loud why he really wanted someone to watch over you, but he knows this and refuses. It’s an unspoken war between the two of you. He shakes his head and laughs. “You share the same stubbornness as my mother once did. Why else do you think we had this meeting so early?”
The fact your father anticipated your refusal caused heat to rise in your body; you wanted to beat him at this game. Ever since you were a child, he seemed to know what you were thinking before you did.
“The list of names you have suggested is regrettable. I doubt any of these men have ever been in a fight, let alone been fit enough to protect a Targaryen princess,” you point out.
“Perhaps the princess would like to choose someone else,” Lord Lyonel suggests. “Someone more suited to her.”
Your father glares at him; he fears who you might pick, given the choice.
“He’s right,” you smile, knowing he was panicking internally. You could go for the obvious choice and pick Daemon, but you decided to pick someone more sensible. You look directly at Lord Lyonel Strong and ask, “Do you think a knight such as your son would be willing to protect a princess?”
He glances between you and the king before nervously answering, “Yes, of course. He is traveling at the moment, but I will send word for him to come back right away.”
“Very well, then,” you smile sweetly at your father. “It’s been decided.”
Everyone stands as the king walks around the table. He pats Lord Lyonel on the shoulder, chuckling, “Rest assured, Ser Harwin won’t have a moment of peace from now on.”
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You don’t lift your head when hearing footsteps approach; you're too focused on the letter you're writing to Daemon, asking for his help.
𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝓁𝑒
𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉. 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓂 𝓌𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑅𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓃𝓎𝓇𝒶 𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁-𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒲𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃.
𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒱𝒶𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃
You roll the letter up before tying string around it; you will send a Raven later on in the day. Finally, you look up and are surprised to see it was Ser Hawin, whom you hadn’t expected to arrive for another couple of days.
“You honor me, princess,” Ser Harwin says, bowing his head. “My father informs me that you suggested me personally for the job.”
“You are the strongest knight in the seven kingdoms. I doubt being a royal minder is the highlight of your career.”
“It’s still an honor, and I will do my best to protect and serve you, princess.”
You raise your brows, trying to read his facial expression underneath his armored body. His fierce reputation is why you chose him, but mainly because you wanted a guard who wasn’t intimidated by your family name or reputation. “And it’s an honor to be protected by someone so…strong.”
You can see the ghost of a grin pulling on his lips underneath his helmet. “Can I speak freely?”
You motion for Harwin to join you on the balcony, where you are currently enjoying the sunshine. “You are always free to speak your mind with me.”
He sits across from you and smiles, “When my father told me I was to be a guard for one of the king's daughters, I’d assumed it was princess Rhaenyra.”
“Why is that?”
“I found it hard to believe a fierce warrior such as yourself would need a protector.”
“I’m just a dragonrider.”
“I have a feeling you are much more than that princess.”
You press your lips together, trying to hold back a laugh. Harwin removes his helmet, and the smile on his face is contagious, causing you to blush. He clears his throat. His expression changes into a serious one as his gaze lingers on the scar on the back of your hand. Feeling self-conscious, you pull the sleeve of your dress down and place your hands on your lap. You think of the pain you endured...
“One day, I hope to hear how you fought at the War for the Stepstones.”
His voice brings you back to reality, “And I hope to hear how you earned the name Ser Harwin breakbones.”
#house of the dragon#ser harwin strong x reader#Ser Harwin Strong x you#Ser Harwin Strong#broken bonds#house of the dragon fanfiction#house of the dragon fandom#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon x reader#Ser Harwin Strong/you#Ser Harwin Strong/reader
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light on
The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.
if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on
XVII XVIII - cage the songbird XIX
“Okay, so she totally ran out on you?” Luke asked, not taking his eyes off the flat screen.
“She left, yes.” his older brother replied.
“You must be a really bad kisser, bro.”
“Shut up.” Jack grumbled, throwing him a pillow.
Luke chuckled loudly in response, continuing to press down the controller’s various buttons, trying hard to beat the usual winner.
“You’re a weird dude.”
“Hmm?”
“You seem to be really calm about this whole ordeal. I’d freak if I were you.” the younger sibling shrugged.
“Really?” Jack smirked, raising an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”
“You do the whole big gesture thing, under the moonlight, dancing to a ginger dude’s song and she still decided to sprint like Bolt.”
“Jesus, Moose.” the Devils' player chuckled. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“No, I’m not.” Luke screeched, feigning hurt. “I just don’t get it.”
“I completely blindsided her with it, I’m not in a position where I can sit here and complain because Y/N didn’t tell me she liked me back. Maybe she doesn’t and I totally misread the signs. Either way, I’m not going to ruin everything between us even more by filling her phone with texts and calls.
“Well, yeah, that would take a ton of cool points from you. God knows your level of coolness is already below zero.” his brother teased. “Aw, damn it!” he moaned, realizing Jack had won the game. “Not fair, I want a rematch!”
“Sorry, Lukey. No rematches. You know you shouldn’t mess with the Mario Kart all-time champion.”
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Y/N smiled as River's name popped up on her phone. She hadn’t heard from her brother since he had texted her to let her know they had arrived in Italy, safe and sound. Swiping her thumb over the screen, the doctor took her phone to her ear, holding it steady with her shoulder so she could continue doing Joey's hair.
“Hey, you!” she chirped, carefully brushing through her daughter’s soft locks. “How’s Italy?”
“Sunny, warm and dreamy. How’s New York?”
“Eh, you’re not missing much.” Y/N shrugged, earning a stifled giggle from River. “What’s up?”
Her brother took a deep breath, waiting a few seconds before replying.
“I need you to do me a huge favor.”
“Wait a sec.” the mother muttered, placing her phone on her wooden vanity. “Jo, sweetie, you’re ready to go. Why don’t you go pick out the pj’s you want to take to your dad’s?” she suggested, storing the pink brush back in the drawer where it belonged.
“Okay!” her mini-me chirped, nearly jumping up from the stool she had been sitting on while her zealous mother took care of her hair.
“Hurry before nana gets here, honey.” Y/N warned, picking up her phone again. “Sorry, have to get the kid ready. He insists on having her, again.
“Mmm…” River cringed, forcing himself not to make comments about the man Y/N had been in a relationship with for seven years. “How nice.”
“Yeah… Anyway… What can I do for you, lovebird?” the doctor chirped, quickly changing the subject.
“The wedding photographer e-mailed me about needing my approval for the final wedding album before finishing it up and making a couple of copies. I’ve seen the digital model, but there’s nothing like having the real deal in your hands, right?” River trailed off.
“And…”
“Well, David's parents are out of town and mom has Joey and you’re pretty much the only person I trust to get it done perfectly. You’re organized and we have similar visions so… I thought you could swing by the photographer’s house slash studio after work, check out what he’s got and let me know so I can give it the thumbs up… Or not. You know, maid of honor duty.”
“Oh, wow. You really want to put me in charge of that?” the doctor asked in disbelief.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my sidekick, after all.”
“If anything, we’re a duo.” Y/N retorted, jokingly.
“Fine.” the older sibling conceded. “As half of the most magnificent duo to ever exist, you should definitely help your other half with this very important mission.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll go through it between grading tests. Text me the address. Oh, and get off the phone! Enjoy your honeymoon!” she demanded.
“You’re a life-saver, and I do love you so.”
“Yeah, I kind of like you too!” the coach's daughter joked. “Have fun! Bye!”
Y/N hung up, just in time to hear a knock on her bedroom door. Her mother peeked through the open crack, her blue eyes meeting hers while a sweet smile formed on her lips.
“How did you come in?” she inquired, giving the older woman a peck on her cheek. “Josephine, how many times have I told you not to open the door to anyone?”
“It’s nana, mommy.” her offspring replied coyly, hiding behind her grandmother’s legs.
“I can see that.” Y/N chuckled. “But you should’ve called for me anyway. You know what they say…”
“Better safe than sorry.” her mom and Joey belted out in unison, mischief evident on their faces.
“Exactly. Go get your things, baby.”
Joey hurried away, leaving mother and daughter alone, only to come back in a split second, nearly dragging her grandmother out of the house. She knew full-well that before dropping her off and leaving her in her father’s care, Y/M/N Y/M/L/N would buy her an extra scoop of chocolate ice cream.
Hugging her mother tightly goodbye, the little girl left, secretly worrying that if she’d stay a minute longer she wouldn’t be able to leave. Not that she didn’t like being with her dad, but nearly since she was born it had been Y/N and Joey against the world, so it wasn’t exactly easy to leave her behind, even for a week.
The doctor watched as they drove away, mentally preparing herself for the oddly quiet week ahead of her. No Joey, nearly no noise. Her heart clenched in her chest, but as much as the two of them were essentially one, the five-year-old still loved and missed her dad. Y/N never wanted to keep her child from seeing her father, even if it meant that she was going to feel like a part of her was missing for seven days straight.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she adjusted the white cami top she was wearing, noticing her outfit was missing a key element: earrings. Going out without earrings on was practically the same as going out naked.
Stroking Finn's fur one more time after putting food in his bowl, Y/N left.
She drove in silence, looking out the window from time to time to gaze at the view. It was a beautiful, sunny late afternoon in New York, her favorite kind, and she resisted the urge to call the person she had been avoiding for over a week, even though she really wanted his company.
Jack and the kiss the pair had shared at River and David’s wedding wouldn’t leave her mind. The doctor could push it far back into her brain, but the nagging feeling of longing and endearment always came back. What the hell was happening? Had she let it go too far to back out?
Cole seemed to think so. Somehow, her friend knew she wanted to take a step forward but was too afraid to admit so herself. The conversation they had had at her house proved exactly that. Y/N had to talk to him, sooner or later. She just had to find the courage to do so. To achieve a middle term, to allow herself to be free and feel whatever she felt without guilt washing over her.
Pulling up to a quaint house nearly hidden by Jacaranda mimosifolia and its hundreds of tiny purple flowers, she laughed to herself. Only River could find a photographer that happens to live in the most peculiar, yet aesthetically pleasing little house in the city.
As if he had guessed, Ferdinand, the famed photographer, opened the door, greeting her with a cordial handshake.
“Did you have trouble finding my humble abode?” he asked, stepping aside to let her in.
“Not at all, River is pretty good at giving directions. I mean, I don’t think he's bad a anything, so you’d figure he's like Google Earth or something.” Y/N chuckled, taking in the way the light came into the house, illuminating the large living room, decorated with dozens of old cameras and framed photographs, all in black and white.
“That he is.” Ferdinand agreed, carefully placing the large album in a wooden boox, lined with black velvet. “The pictures are all numbered, as well as the pages. Any changes, just write them down. Oh, and the grooms asked me to print out a few extras for you. They're in the envelope inside.”
“For me?”
“Yeah, River and David picked them out themselves.”
“Oh god, I love them.” the doctor gushed, her eyes setting on the framed photographs on Ferdinand's walls once again. “Do you mind if I ask you a weird question?”
“Fire away.” the photographer shrugged, handing her the slightly heavy box.
“Why do you have all of these photos in black and white? Is it for the aesthetic, or…” she inquired, pointing at the wall.
“Ah.” he smiled. “I think that color distracts you from what’s happening in the picture. Sometimes you are so fascinated by the bright colors that you neglect the moment that was captured. The smile of a woman, for example. It doesn’t matter if she’s wearing lipstick, or if she’s got yellow teeth. What I care about it her smile. The way it pulls at the corners of her mouth, the shape of a dimple forming on her right cheek as the lips are parted to show a glimpse of her teeth, stained or not. Black and white allows you to focus on what’s really important.”
Y/n nodded, not knowing what to say in response to such a beautiful way of expression.
The coach's daughter thanked Ferdinand for his time and promised to come back with the final version of the album figured out as soon as possible, only to store the box in her trunk and go about her day, paying her weekly visit to the farmers’ market and stocking up on fresh produce.
As she finally arrived home, she almost forgot about the wedding album that laid in the back of her car. Luckily, her shopping rested on top of it, so when she grabbed the topped-up tote bags to take them inside, Y/N was reminded of her mission and the pressure of having it look perfect for two of her oldest friends.
Opening the heavy faux-leather album, she immediately saw the large envelope which contained the pictures River had insisted she’d keep. Her curiosity made her wonder why, but, as the dedicated maid of honor she was, and a methodical one at that, she decided to get the work done first.
The brunette had only gone through a few pages, marking a couple of alterations to be made, when she saw it. A picture of the guests, in which she could spot herself with Jack, well focused right in the center of it. There was a huge smile etched on her face as she looked back at him. That didn’t faze her though. It was the look in his eyes and the grin she could now identify as the loving kind on his lips.
She remembered now. She had been pretending to know how to tie his bow tie mere seconds before.
“I thought you knew what you were doing?”
“I never said I did.”
Y/N glanced at the white envelope beside her, this time not losing time resisting the temptation and tearing it up, only to find five photographs inside. They were all in black and white. And they all featured her and Jack.
A photo at the gazebo, when her stomach had growled loudly, asking to be fed, and the pair had burst into laughter. A photo of them dancing excitedly to the sound of I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles), jumping up and down as pure enjoyment flooded through them. A photo of him, hanging on every word she said while they ate. A photo of her gazing into his eyes as they briefly swayed to a beautiful ballad. A photo of him, entering the log trellis with a bewildered look and a hint of hope in his eyes.
Ferdinand's words echoed in her head as she looked through the black and white pictures over and over again. Her heart banged inside her ribcage, ready to burst out and find its way to Jack. It wanted to let him know it was not his fault its owner had ran. It wanted to know if it could possibly open itself up to the possibility of love again. It… Was probably way over its head.
She took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to face her fears, to voice her concerns, to let someone in. Y/N knew she had been taking everything light-heartedly because once she let herself care for Jack, she would be exposed to the heartache and pain relationships bring along. But now, as her eyes scanned through every single detail of the photos se held in her hands, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, she’d take a chance on him, he could bring back love into her life. He had taken a chance on her at the wedding. Now it was up to her to decide whether she’d do the same.
The doctor got up, heading to the pantry to look for the hidden stash of sweets she always kept around for the times when she couldn’t think properly.
Reaching up to grab the old tin cookie container, she tripped on the canvas she had been considering throwing out ever since her brush stroked it with paint. Y/N kneeled beside her latest piece of art, carefully tracing over the outlines of her work with her fingertips.
*
“Can you give me Jack's address?”
“Hey Junior! I’m great, just had meatballs for dinner. Delicious. Louie is okay as well. What about you?”
“Hi. Sorry.” the petite woman muttered, cringing at her lack of manners, adjusting her hands on the steering wheel. “I need Jack's address, please.”
Y/N had left the house in a hurry, holding on to. The painting under her arm and her car keys in her hand, clinging onto every bit of courage she had in her to go to Jack's house and talk. The doctor had only neglected to remember the fact that she had never been to his house and had no idea where he lived. So, as a grown woman would, she called up one of the only two people she knew for sure at some point was a regular at the Hughes abode. When that person failed to pick up, she turned to Trevor Zegras.
“You really don’t know where he lives?” her friend asked, genuinely confused. “I thought you guys had been hanging out, like, all the time.”
“Yes, Z, we hang out at his place and braid each other’s hair.” she grumbled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “We’ve been out together a couple of times, but never really been to each other’s houses. Not since school, at least.”
“How did that never happen? Even Tiffani with an i has been to your house.” he chuckled to himself, scratching the back of his head.
“Well, I have a child who would probably tell her father there was a man coming. To the house and we both know how that would go down with Charlie. Now, would you please stop drilling me?” Y/N moaned, driving around with no sense of direction.
“That’s what she said!”
“Jesus, Trev, did someone drop you on your head when you were a baby?”
“So the legend says.”
“Just give me his address, okay?”
“Why do you need it? Oh, are you going to his apartment with nothing on but a raincoat and stilettos? I’m here for that, you little mynx.” her friend babbled excitedly.
“Trevor.”
“Okay, I’ll just ask Jack tomorrow… Got get it, girl!”
“The address.”
“Right! I’ll text you. He’s probably watching Beaches and crying to the sound of Wind Beneath My Wings, though. Believe me, you don’t need to rush to get to him.”
Y/N Y/L/N was back on track. Grabbing the bull by its horns wasn’t as hard when the bull was him. So why was she no nervous? Probably because Jack had been her friend for the better part of two decades, watching out for her with small, yet meaningful, acts of kindness, year after year, even when they’d been kept apart.
*
His apartment was located on the third floor of a relatively small, but luxurious, complex, practically by the city limits.
The elevator ride, right after she convinced the doorman to open the door for her, was spent trying to figure out what she was going to say when or if he opened the door, but, as soon as he did, all that came out of her mouth was: nothing.
Jack wondered if he was dreaming, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Was he seeing things or had Y/N Y/L/N just magically appeared at his doorstep as soon as his finger hovered over her name on his phone?
“Y/N?”
“Hi.” she managed to let out, with a slight wave of her hand.
“What are you doing here?” the brunette man queried incredulously while holding the door open.
“You know when you said you thought you liked me and that you might actually like me a lot? The whole speech that could’ve been ripped off from a Nicholas Sparks novel? Well…”
“I’m not taking it back.” Jack spoke, incredibly sure of himself.
“I don’t want you to.”
Her words confused him. She had told him, just a week before, that he shouldn’t have kissed her and had walked away from him after his heartfelt confession. Now, as she stood at his doorstep, with a rectangular canvas in her bare arms, Y/N Y/L/N’s words told him he was surely dreaming.
Stepping aside, he allowed the petite woman to come in, noticing that her hair looked silky and voluminous, just like it was the first time he had eve set his eyes on her. There wasn’t a hint of makeup on her face, and he could swear she’d never looked more beautiful in her life.
The doctor hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, waiting momentarily for Jack to gently nod, urging her to go on.
“I was cleaning up after dinner a while ago and I noticed most of my plates are slightly chipped. I mean, it’s completely normal, I’ve had them since I moved in with Charlie for the first time. They’re pretty old.” she began, as he listened intently, not wanting to say a word in fear she’d shut him out. “I realize I ran out on you and never really explained why. I know I don’t have to, and I know you’d never expect or force an explanation out of me, but I want to give it to you. I do. So…”
Y/N looked down at the painted canvas, tracing the boards of the metaphorical white china she’d spent hours working on. With another shaky breath, she showed him a small smile before handing him her most recent artwork.
“This is me. I’m a chipped dinner plate. It’s who I am now. I will never be the girl you met back when we were kids again. She’s been through hell. She’s been stomped on, pushed around, told to quiet down her voice. That force of nature handed her heart on a silver platter to a man who continuously made her doubt herself. A man who caused scenes because he was jealous of her coworkers. A man who made her feel tiny and like she wasn’t worth being loved for who she was. A manipulative man who wanted her to be some sort of fifty’s housewife who wouldn’t deny him anything or dare to speak up if she thought he was wrong. That girl isolated herself from her parents and friends because she thought that, by doing so, she was giving him proof that she loved him. But love is supposed to be patient and kind. Love isn’t easily angered, it doesn’t keep score. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres. What he felt for her wasn’t love. He didn’t give her the love she needed and deserved. That girl, who had by then become a woman, managed to escape from an abusive marriage because of her daughter, a tiny human being who provided her the strength she craved to break free.
Jack's heart sunk to his stomach, aching madly as he was given an insight to what Y/N, the woman he admired and cared so deeply for, had endured during her seven-year relationship with her ex-husband.
He instinctively clenched his fists, forcing himself to refrain from reacting to what she was telling him. The singer could see how her face contorted, trying to conceal her emotions and how her previous relationship still weighed down on her chest. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, but he knew better than to do that. He knew he had to wait for her.
“So she did. She let go of him and moved out. But she will never be the same she was before. A part of the person she was is gone. You can’t really do anything to recover the piece that is missing. I am chipped but I will never consider myself a victim of my circumstances. It happened, but I’m still here. I’m alive, I’m healthy, I have a beautiful, witty and kind five-year-old daughter whose love knows no limits. I fought long and hard to go back to the person I was before Charlie but, at the end of the day, it was senseless. She is not coming back. And you know what? It doesn’t matter. I needed the wisdom that came along with the heartache. I am different, but I am stronger. I’m chipped, but I’m not broken.”
The determined look on her face told him she meant every word she said. Y/N Y/L/N displayed her battle wounds fully and proudly.
“I’ve built a wall around my heart and I haven’t let anyone in since then. I tried to a while back, I swear I did… I think I wasn’t ready. I think that maybe, deep down, I wasn’t sure he was the right one, if he could handle all this insane baggage I carry with me. When you kissed me, I wanted to let my guard down. I wanted to stay there with you, under the summer sky, to tell you I also have something in me that tells I am slowly, but surely, falling for you. But my first instinct was to run. Eventually, I always do. I’ve been running for so long, Jack…”
“Y/N, I- ” he started, completely at loss for words.
“I’m afraid I’ll end up hurting you. I’m afraid things will go wrong. I have a daughter, I owe to her to be okay, to always be her rock. I can’t just close my eyes and go for it. She’s my priority, she’s my everything. You understand that, right?”
The doctor waited in silence as Jack gathered his thoughts and willed himself to speak.
“Of course I do. I would never, in a million years, ask you not to think of your daughter when it comes to anything. Joey will always be your number one. I am just asking you for a chance to be your number two. Or three. Or even five. I don’t care. I just want to make you happy. Walking-on-air happy. Singing-ridiculously-cheesy-love songs – 24/7 happy.”
She took one of his hands, which still held the painting, and placed it over her heart.
“Here. This is the effect you and your words have on me. And that honestly it scares me to death. I should probably be running by now, but-”
“I know, but Y/N, don’t.” Jack said as he laid his gift gently on his couch. “I know this is a big leap of faith and we have only scratched the surface on each other’s deep-rooted emotional issues and, trust me, I- ”
He was silenced by her lips, capturing his and pulling him in for a deep, emotional kiss. Both of her hands held his face close to hers, as if the world would end dared they lips move an inch apart.
“What does this mean?” he asked, regaining his breath as he watched her bite down on her bottom lip.
Y/N smiled softly, adjusting the collar of his plaid shirt.
“I don’t want to run anymore.”
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Kinktober Day 2 : Chase/Hunt (Robb Stark x Reader)
The deal you struck was simple. Information that would save Robb Stark (and many others) in exchange for you leaving and never returning. Why this mysterious figure wanted you gone, you did not know, but if that was the only term to save the people you cared most about, it was a deal you were willing to make. It was not, as it turns out, a deal Robb Stark was willing to make. You have seen him mad countless times, a side effect of the war, but nothing quite prepared you for the dark reaction he had when you tried to leave.
WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. TRIGGER WARNINGS. I WRITE DARK CONTENT READ AT OWN DISCRETION. This contains heavy non con / dub con. M/F. Female reader. Dark!Robb Stark (I guess more like Soft!dark!Robb Stark).
As soon as you heard about the plans for the red wedding, you sprung into action. With the few lords that opted not to attend the wedding, you were able to amass a force of five thousand men to storm the wedding with. You got there as soon as you could, but for some it wasnt soon enough. Robb Stark was alive, but had taken an arrow to the shoulder. His wife, Talisa, was not so lucky. The moment they realized their plan was ruined, the Frey’s slit her throat, and attempted to do the same to Lady Caitlin. Thankfully, the men were able to save her. All together, they lost a hundred and thirty seven in the battle that followed, one hundred and thirty eight including Talisa.
Robb laid on a cott in the healers tent, his wound cleaned and bandaged. Despite the victory, no one was celebrating. They had willingly, and blindly, walked into a trap, one they would have never known about if it weren't for the mysterious stranger wanting to make a deal. A deal with a price, that the few lords who knew about it, were sure Robb Stark wasn't going to be willing to pay. You were close with Robb, you had known him for years, as you were a ward of Ned Stark, but growing up, you had always been at odds with each other. You hadn’t grown close until the war, and while you knew it would hurt him to lose another person, you also knew you didn't have a choice.
The mysterious figure had wanted you to leave straight away, but you had needed to verify his information first, and get Robb to safety. Now that he was safe, your travel bag was packed and you were prepared to leave. You were just waiting on him to wake up, so you could tell him yourself, as he deserved at least that much. So there you sat, next to his cot, waiting for him to wake up so you could give him the news, a hard lump in your throat. He hadn't woken since he passed out from loss of blood. You weren't even sure that he knew Talisa was dead.
“y/n” The small murmur of your name snapped you from your thoughts, and you looked over at Robb. He slowly sat up, wincing in pain as he did. You placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder, silently encouraging him to lay back down, and he did.
“How are you feeling?” You asked, your voice soft and low.
“Like I got shot with an arrow” his voice was blunt, and your eyes narrowed slightly.
“You know that is not what I meant.” You snipped. He seemed to flinch at the words causing you to sigh. “Sorry” your voice was a whisper.
“Where is my mother?” He asked.
“She went to rest. I'll go grab her.” You went to stand, but his arm reached out and grabbed yours, stopping you from standing.
“No.” He said and you nodded, sitting down.
“Look, Robb, I'm sorry. I tried to get there sooner but-” you started, not looking him in the eyes, but he cut you off.
“Don't. You did what you could. You saved me. And my men. But how did you know?” He asked.
“I-” It was in that moment you realized you couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth, he had already lost so much, you didn't want to add yourself to that list “I-we had spies around the keep, they let us know.” As you spoke, your eyes met his, never breaking eye contact as you spoke the lies. Robb sighed, you always looked him directly in the eyes when you lied.
“How many casualties?” He asked.
“137 soldiers. 138 including..”
“Talisa,” Robb said, his voice solemn.
“Robb I-”
“Don't.” He said again. You went to stand, but the grip he had on your hand tightened almost painfully.
“Robb let go. “ You said, not looking at him.
“No,” he replied. You sighed exasperatedly, sitting back down.
“I didn't love her.” You froze at his words.
“Robb, you married her. You almost caused the death of you and three thousand men because you married your. Of course you loved her.” You said, anger showing in your voice.
“No. I didn't.” He seemed sad saying it.
“Robb-”
“I couldn't love her. I thought I did. But I didn't. Couldn't.” He said. His brows furrowing.
“You married her.” You repeated, your voice firm.
“But I loved you. I tried to deny it. I tried to convince myself I loved her. But I didn't. It was you. It has always been you.” You froze at the words, trying your best to keep your voice and breath even.
“Robb-”
“Look at me”.
“Robb let me go.”
“Look at me” his voice was low and hard. You slowly looked over at him. There was a dark look in his eyes. And something else. He slowly sat up. Wincing in pain once he reached the sitting position. He pulled your arm forward. You tried to stop it, but even injured, he was stronger than you. You glared as he pulled you until you sat on the edge of the bed, near his legs.
“Robb you are being ridicu-”
“Shut up.” You glared at him. He lifted his right arm, wincing at the pain.
“Robb “ but he ignored you, raising his right hand to cup your face, looking you in your eyes. His left hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you forward as he bent his head down, kissing you. You froze, your mind buzzing. It felt so good. So right. you felt yourself kissing him back. But it was wrong. No matter how right it felt. He just lost his wife. He had married someone else. It didn't matter how many times he said he loved you. It wasn't right. So you pulled away.
“Don't you dare run.” His words made you freeze. How did he know? “you always do. Anytime I stopped being mean when we were you get, and showed you how I really felt, you ran. And we went right back to fighting. But I'm no fool. I know you feel the same.” His voice was hard and his eyes dark.
“Robb-” there was a warning tone in your voice.
“You can't deny it. I've known since my father died.” Robb said.
“That meant nothing. We were both in pain and needed comfort. “ You said, shooting him a glare.
“Bullshit.” Rob said, a small smirk on his lips.
“Stop. It doesn't matter. Your wife just died, Robb. Whatever pent up feelings you have for me need to stay pent up.” you said. Robb sighed, the thumb on your cheek starting to rub circles there. You were right, and he knew it.
“One month. That's all I'm giving it. I almost died, Y/N. And in that moment all I could think of was you. I am not risking it again. I want you. “ he all but growled out the words, his eyes never leaving yours. You gave a small nod. A month was more than you needed, you would be gone within the night.
“Your Mother wanted to know when you were awake.” You said, standing from the bed quicker than he could stop. You quickly left the tent, causing a small smile on his face. He would let you run. For now.
Robb stood at the head of the war table, looking at the countless pieces that gave him an idea of where they stood in the war. He was injured and he was tired, but more than that, he was pissed. The Freys couldn’t have pulled that off by themselves. No. They had help. But the question was, who?
“We need to figure out who it was that Y/N made a deal with, they knew about the attacks, so they must know who set it up.” Robb froze at the words, his dark gaze landing on the lord that just spoke.
“What deal?” The words from Robb were low, almost growled out, and shocked the men in the room.
“I - We thought you knew. She told us, we assumed she told you as well.” Another said.
“Told me WHAT?” Robb shouted the last word, his anger evident.
“A figure approached her the day of the wedding, not long after you left. They struck a deal with her. Information that could save you in exchange for…” one lord began, trailing off as Robb’s face darkened with anger.
“In exchange for what?” Robb’s voice was low, filled with a deadly calm.
“In exchange for her to leave, and never return.” Robb wasn’t sure who spoke the words, he was just acutely aware of the pain that filled his chest, especially as his mother entered the tent alone, despite being sent to fetch the woman in question. The look on her face told him all he needed to know, without any words being spoken.
“She’s gone?” His question was the only noise to fill the tent, and Caitlin gave a solemn nod in return.
“Her travel pack and horse are gone as well.” She confirmed. The tent was still as they watched Robb process the information, non daring to speak or move unitl he did.
“Find. Her.” The orders were spoken so lowly that the men weren’t sure they heard him at first. When no one moved, Robb looked up from the war table with rage in his eyes.
“Take every man, every dog, and every horse. Find her. NOW.” The last word was screamed, and the lords around him shot to their feet, each running from the tent barking orders to the unsuspecting soldiers outside.
“She struck a deal, Robb, you can’t force her to stay.” Caitlin said sadly. Robb leveled her with a cold glare.
“Watch me.”
Within an hour a force of two thousand men descended on the surrounding plains and woods, all in search for one woman. As the sun was setting, Robb assured the men they wouldn’t stop until you were found, no matter how late it got. Torch light filled the night as the search went on, the men ordered to leave no stone unturned. Robb sat on horseback, slowly following grey wind as the firewood searched for her scent through the area.
The further they got from the camp, the more Robb worried that they would not find you. Hours had passed without sign of you, even greywind seeming to have trouble finding your scent. Robb knew you would be smart enough to cover your tracks, but didn’t think you would be good enough to fool a dire wolf. Just as he began to give up hope, greywind let out a yip of excitement, signaling he found your scent. Robb kicked his horse into a canter, following his wolf as he took off in a run.
The horse surged forward through the woods, following the wolf as it tracked your scent. Within minutes, Robb was able to catch a glimpse of you. You sat atop your horse, weaving between the trees. Upon hearing Greywinds excited howl, your head turned back. Even with the distance between you, you could feel Robb’s gaze burn into yours. You held his gaze for a moment before turning forward, ushering your horse to go faster.
It was a useless effort. No horse was fast enough to outrun a dire wolf. Within seconds you were overrun, grey wind nipping at your horses legs. Your horse spooked, rearing back and sending you toppling from the saddle. You hit the ground hard, your shoulder slamming into the ground harshly, earning a groan from you. You heard robb scream your name as he pulled his horse to a stop near you, dismounting swiftly. He ran up to you as you stood, grabbing you by the arm and checking you over for injuries.
“Get off me.” You grunted out with a huff, attempting to free yourself from his grip. Once he was sure you weren't seriously injured, his gaze shifted from worried to angry, his grip on your arms tightening to prevent your escape.
“Why?” His question was spoken low, restraint clear in his voice. You swallowed hard as you looked him in the eyes. His anger was evident.
“By now, you know why.” You responded, earning a harsh glare from him.
“I asked you how you knew, and you lied to me.”
“I-“ you sighed, trying to find the right words. You had been hoping to avoid this confrontation. “You lost so much, Robb. You needed time to process. I didn’t want to add another thing to your plate.” Robb rolled his eyes at your response, releasing your arms. He began to pace, clearly trying to control his anger.
“And you just disappearing into the night was supposed to help that?” As he spoke his voice got louder, borderline yelling by the time he finished his question.
“It was the easiest option.” You responded quietly.
“Easiest for YOU!” He yelled, and you flinched back from him slightly. “I poured my heart out. I told you I LOVED you. And you LEFT.”
“Your wife just DIED, Robb. You don’t love me, you are just hurting and-“ you began, but he turned to you with a dark look in his eyes.
“DO NOT TELL ME HOW I FEEL!” Any sense of calm was gone now, just leaving anger and pain in its place. You swallowed hard before looking away from him.
“It doesn’t matter, I have to go.” You whispered. “I made a deal-“
“With who?” His voice was hard as he asked the question.
“I- I don’t know. He wouldn’t say.” You admitted. Robb ran a hand through his hair.
“Return to camp-“ he began but you cut him off.
“I struck a deal, Robb, I have to hold my end.” You argued.
“You do not even know who you struck a deal with, you can’t expect me to accept that.” Robb argued.
“I know whoever it is, is powerful enough to know about a plot to kill you. That takes a lot of power, Robb. The risk of backing out-“
“Is something I am willing to take.” Robb interrupted you, his tone letting you know the decision was final.
“That’s not your choice to make.” You argued back.
“Like hells it’s not! You are not leaving me. I have already hunted you once, and I’ll never stop.” Robb growled, grabbing your arms to stop you from backing away from him.
“You didn’t hunt me, Greywind did. Without him, you would not have found me. You are nothing without your Dire Wolf.” You chose those words knowing they would anger him, hoping to get him to let you go. Instead, his grip on your arms turned bruising, as a dark look harsher than any you’d seen before came over his face. He glared at you silently for a moment before speaking.
“Greywind, go.” The dire wolf had been pacing nearby. He looked at Robb, before taking off back towards camp. Somehow, watching the massive beast leave made you feel even more uneasy. Your eyes trailed the wolf until Robb’s hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“You will learn that I do not let go of what is mine.” The words spoken sounded more like a threat than a promise.
“Robb-“ you began, but his grip tightening silenced you.
“The ridge, right there. Do you see it?” He asked, letting you glance behind you. There was a small hill, at the ridge was another patch of woods. You nodded in response. “That’s your head start. The second you reach that ridge, I will come for you.”
“What-?” Your mind was racing with questions, but he wasn’t giving you the chance to ask any.
“You say I can not hunt you. Prove me wrong. You get until that ridge, and then I come for you. No horse, no dire wolf. If you get away, after tonight I won’t come for you again.” Your eyes glanced between the ridge and the man in front of you.
“And if i don’t?” Your voice was a whisper as you spoke the question.
“If I catch you, I claim you.” His words made you uneasy, a tight feeling filling your chest.
“What do you mean?”
“I am going to hunt you down. Then I am going to pin you to the forest floor and take you, until I am the only thing you can think of. And then when I am done, I am going to drag you back to camp and keep you in my tent until you admit where you belong. And then, I will marry you.” The more he spoke, the more fear filled you.
“Robb-“
“Run.” He interrupted you.
“Robb I don’t-“ you tried again.
“Run, or I take you here and now”
And so here you were, running through the woods, the wolf of the north himself hunting you. No horse, no dire wolf, just the young king. And he was pissed. More so, he was determined. He kept his word, giving you until the ridge, but the second you cleared it, he was after you. You ran through the woods blindly, dodging low hanging branches and rocks, just trying to move as quickly as possible. You expected him to be mad, and for some resistance, but you didn’t expect to be hunted down and claimed.
So much was on the line, and fear gripped at you as you ran. You still weren’t sure who you made a deal with, but you knew they were powerful. Double crossing someone like that had consequences, even if the double crossing isn’t your choice. Currently, your options were simple. Run and get away, or end up chained to Robb starks bed. Gods, you never saw this coming.
You could hear him behind you, the quiet sounds of him moving through the forest steadily getting closer. No matter how hard you pushed yourself, you couldn’t seem to get away, the sound of him behind you almost taunting. You let out a yelp as you missed dodging a branch, the cold wood slicing your cheek. The sting momentarily shocked you, distracting you from the terrain infront of you, and you missed the steep drop in terrain. You feel with a yell, rolling down the steep hill.
Your body crashed into a tree at the bottom, stopping your movement. You groaned as you rolled over, pushing yourself to stand. The area around you had gone quiet, all sounds of Robb gone. The silence put you on edge, the hairs on your neck rising. Your entire body ached as you glanced around, before starting to move again. You made your way through the woods cautiously this time, trying to remain as quiet as possible. There was no chance Robb lost you because of a hill. No, he was still following you, you just didn’t know where.
As you moved, you heard the snap of a branch to your left. You momentarily froze, before taking off in a full sprint. You heard Robb curse behind you, before giving chase once more. Injured from the fall from the horse and down the hill, you were slower than usual. He caught you within seconds, tackling you to the ground as he did. Your bodies rolled a few times before he landed on top of you, pinning you beneath him, face down in the dirt. You struggled wildly, trying desperately to get away from him.
“Let me go. ROBB! Hells, let me go!” You demanded angrily, trying to get free.
“You lie to me, and then you run. You act like an animal, and I will take you like an animal.” Robb growled in your ear while he held you down, his hands deftly working on removing the laces to your trousers. You let out a scream of frustration as he succeeded in pulling your trousers down your leg.
“Robb! Stop this!” You yell desperately as you manage to pull free of his grip, just as he rips your trousers completely from your body. You frantically crawl away from him, but his hand grips your ankle before dragging your body back under his.
“You are mine, and you will learn your place.” He growled into your ear, before entering you in one swift truest. You screamed into the night, both in shock and in pain. You weren’t sure when he undid or lowered his trousers, so you weren’t expecting the sudden intrusion. Robb’s hand held your hip in a bruising grip, holding you still as he was inside you. His body was hunched over yours, his breath hot on your neck, as your hands and knees dug into the cool ground below you.
“Seven hells.” He groaned in your ear. Despite the resistance, you were warm and wet, your body welcoming him in even if your mind didn’t want it. He held still inside you for a moment, relishing in the feel of you wrapped around him. His free hand found its way up your blouse, wrapping around one of your breasts as he slowly withdrew himself, before slamming back in with a powerful thrust, earning a yelp from you as your body swayed beneath his. He repeated the movement several times, relishing in both the feel of you and in the sounds you made.
“No idea how good you feel.” He groaned into your ear. “How good you sound.”
“Robb, please-“ you began, stopping when he thrust into you more roughly than before.
“You sound so fucking good when you beg.” He moaned as you squirmed beneath him in an attempt to get free.
“P-Please.” You begged, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. Wether it was from pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell.
“Please what?” His voice was a breathy whisper in your ear. When you didn’t respond right away, your brain short circuiting due to the harsh thrusts of his hips, he continued. “Please, harder? Faster? More?” Each word was accentuated by a powerful thrust into you, earning a yelp or a squawk from you each time. “I’m happy to oblige.” As soon as he spoke those words, it was as if his restraint snapped. His eyes rolled back as both his hands gripped your hips, bringing them back to meet his with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air, only interrupted by the squelch of your juices as he moved in and out of you.
“Gods, you are everything I imagined.” He moaned into your ear as his thrusts began to become erratic. His left hand released your hip, going underneath you as his fingers deftly sought out the bundle of nerves between your legs. You tried to object, wanting to scream no as he found that sensitive spot. However, the only noise that left you was a garbled squeak as your body began to shake from overstimulation. You let out a scream as you came, your entire body trembling as you did. Robb didn’t stop his movements, thrusting in and out of you while his fingers circled your bud, elongating the orgasm. Your vision went white as you felt him stiffen behind you, groaning as he released his seed inside you, finally stopping his overstimulation of your clit.
You collapsed beneath him, panting heavily. Your entire body was twitching, and you were unable to support yourself. Robb followed you down, not wanting to pull out of you just yet. His forehead rested on the back of your shoulder as he caught his breath, whispering the word “mine” repeatedly. For a while, neither of you moved, each regaining your senses as you caught your breath.
“I’ll never let you go. By the end of the night, my seed will be growing in your womb, producing an heir. I do not care who you stuck a deal with, I’ll wage war with anyone who dare try to take you from me. You are mine, and I am never going to let you go.” He was still inside you as he spoke, his cock occasionally twitching. His lips gently kissed your shoulder with each word, before biting down on the sensitive skin there once he finished. “Mine”. He growled one final time, before you began to feel his cock stiffen within you once again.
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Inggar Palace, Langdale (8:45pm)
Alfie (on speaker): Are you sure you can come to the party? You know you don’t have to if you’re busy, right?
Leon: And let you have all the fun without me? I can’t do that. Someone has to annoy you and that’s my job.
Alfie: *laughs* You ass. Didn’t you say your schedule is packed?
Leon: I’ve been working non stop since I got home so now I have some free time. I’m gonna use it for you. You better feel honoured.
Alfie: Wow~ I am so honoured that the Crown Prince of Astor wants to spend time with me. I’m going to cry~
Leon: *laughs* That’s very enthusiastic of you, Alfie. How nice.
*door knocked*
Leon: Come in.
Attendant: Your royal highness, the King would like you to join him and the Queen for dinner.
Leon: Oh, of course. Tell them I’ll be down in a minute.
Attendant: Yes, sir.
*door closes*
Leon: *sighs* Well, I’ll catch up with you and the rest later. I need to go before he sends someone else here.
Alfie: Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you soon. Be safe.
Leon: You too. Say hi to Lina for me.
Alfie: I will, bye~
*door opens and closes*
Maximus: Ah, Leon! Took you forever to come here.
Leon: I’m sorry, father, I was packing my bags.
Maximus: Of course. Take a seat.
Isaac: If you don’t mind me asking, what are you packing for, Leon?
Leon: I’m leaving to Windasia tomorrow. My friend is getting married soon.
Isaac: Ahh...I see.
Astrid: I’ve never been to Windasia yet. My friends told me the beaches there are breathtaking.
Maximus: Oh really? Maybe you can go with Leon to Windasia. He’s quite familiar with the places there, right Leon?
Leon:...
Isaac: I think that’d be a good idea. Astrid loves to travel.
Maximus: Then it’s settled, Leon will take Astrid to the wedding. Maybe you can introduce her to your friends too, son.
Leon: I’d be happy to show her around. But I don’t think it’d be appropriate for me to bring her to Alfie’s wedding when he only invited someone from our family.
Maximus: I’m sure you can ask him if you can bring a plus one.
Leon: Of course I can. But Lady Astrid and I are not a couple, and I don’t want rumours to spread about our relationship. I don’t want Lady Astrid’s chance to meet with someone suitable for her to be ruined by having her be related to me.
Astrid: But I—
Leon: Please excuse me, everyone. I need to continue my packing. Have a lovely evening.
Astrid:...
*door opens and closes*
Maximus: Can you give me a moment, Isaac? I’ll talk to him.
Isaac:...of course.
*door opens and closes*
Maximus: Leon!
Leon: *sighs* Fuck.
Leon: Yes, father?
Maximus: How dare you embarrass me like that in front of Isaac! This is not how I raised you!
Leon: I’m sorry, father. But I don’t understand what you’re talking about.
Maximus: I want you to bring Astrid with you to that wedding, and you disobey me. This is that Frederick boy’s influence!
Leon: I was only being truthful. I don’t want Lady Astrid’s future suitors to avoid her because she was seen with me. You know what it means if I bring a plus one to a wedding.
Maximus: That’s why I want you to bring her. Even that friend of yours is getting married soon. It’s time for you to do the same too.
Leon: And I will with the woman I chose. Not someone you pick for me.
Maximus: How dare you—
Leon: No, father. How dare you decide who I can’t and can be with? I already have someone I love and I don’t need you to ruin it for me again!
Maximus: You mean that girl you met in Windasia? She doesn’t belong in our world, Leon! What makes you think she can even make a good future Queen candidate?
Leon: She can learn. I’ve seen her adapt to many situations flawlessly. She has a warm and charming personality that our people need for their future Queen. She’s different than us.
Maximus: Different? People like her are easy to be exploited and stomped on. It is a weakness that we can’t afford to have.
Leon: How can it be a weakness? Our people need someone like her to relate to. Don’t you think it’s time for a change?
Maximus: Now is not the time for a change, Leon. Have you ever thought about how she would take on this role? The pressure she’ll face? The expectations? She’ll crumble!
Leon: I'll be there for her and protect her from everything, including you.
Maximus: *scoffs* Me? What did I ever do to her?
Leon: Knowing you, you will try to mess everything up like you did back then. But listen here, father. You can mess with me however you want, but if you plan to do anything to her, I won’t sit still.
Maximus: Are you...threatening me?
Leon: It’s a warning, father. I’m not that scared young boy anymore. I won’t let you do anything to Nora.
Maximus:...fine. If this is how you want it. I’ll forbid you from ever stepping into Windasian soil.
Leon: You can’t do that.
Maximus: I’m your King, Leon Alexander. I can indeed do that.
Leon: Father!
Maximus: Don’t raise your voice at me, Leon. I wouldn’t have done this if you’d just agreed to what I say.
Leon: You’re being ridiculous. You can’t do this to me!
Maximus: *snickers* Watch me.
Leon:...
Leon: Fine! I-I’ll take her with me. Just...just don’t stop me from seeing my friends again. Please.
Maximus: *scoffs* You’re all talk, son. But I know in the end you’ll always obey me.
Maximus: Because you’ll be taking her with you, I’ll be giving you more time to be in Windasia. This is me being kind to you, Leon. You better appreciate that.
Leon:...
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Dance of Dragons -Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Summary: After many months of waiting, King Viserys is expecting an heir and a tournament is about to commence. You and Viserys have a friendly chat and fight knowing well that the man is hopeful in winning your heart.
(I suck at descriptions anyways I had this planned out for months but always kept delaying it. Sorry if it's short but I wanted to write something on Daemon. Enjoy!)
"If you need anything else, milady. I'll gladly be of service and I promise to fulfill my duty to attend your needs and your daughters." I bowed my head to the very pregnant Queen.
The older woman nodded her head tiredly while holding onto her warm blanket covering most of her body. "You're too kind, (Y/N). I'll be fine, go and do something useful on your free time."
I nodded giving her a warm smile and i retreated from her chambers and began walking down some stairs and passing by the many knights keeping watch around the castle.
Before making my way down the opposite hall I caught sight of a silver haired young girl who had just arrived.
"Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. Nice to see you've made it home back safely." I announce as soon as I see her and smirk when she comes nearby, her white hair suiting her black attire, she has come back with her dragon.
She begins to take her gloves off and lightly shakes her head, "I've told you to stop with such formalities. Is father discussing with the council again?"
"Better head in quick then, I attended to your mother for a bit so there's no need to worry." I smile at her genuinely and patted her back.
This earned a warm smile from her lips before she ran up the stairs with her friend, Alicent Hightower.
I sighed to myself and ran my hands over my jet black hair and untied my messy braid. I absolutely hate it when the servants begin to fix my hair or tie it up nicely.
"You should be more woman like."
"No man would ever marry or wed you."
"I think it's time for you to bare children."
I call bullshit on all of those things. Time will change, maybe not now but it will soon.
Thank the gods I was let early out of the King's inner circle, Viserys had asked her to hurry along and make sure his wife has everything she needed. In a just a few days she is sure to give birth.
Rhaenyra often talks to me and lets me know of her true feelings, she indeed deserves the right to the crown and be queen of Westeros, not all men are meant to lead after all, she would make a fun young queen.
"There's something on your mind, (Y/N)?" I heard the teasing voice of Daemon Targaryen. And here I was trying to avoid the bastard who always thinks of himself so highly. There's a reason why he's called the Rogue Prince.
A hero and villain to others.
"Was your whore not enough to entertain you?" I scoff looking back at him, his dark eyes looking at me quite angrily before he smirked seemed to not care.
"Don't call her like that? We were just having a friendly chat, (Y/N)! Must you always be so pessimist and proud of yourself. You think of yourself so highly."
I frown looking back at him and crossed my arms over my chest, "You talk too much."
I smirked to myself and drew out my sword I had next to me. We had walked away from the castle with no one to bother us anymore, Rhaenyra often comes here with her friend, I've been coming here to years to train since no one did.
Arms up and steady, keep an eye on your target and don't hold back.
A sword swiftly comes launching towards me and I instantly fall back to dodge it and regained my composure. "Fucking bastard." I smirk and saw Daemon pointing his sword at me.
"Beautiful women like you aren't meant to fight. You're all supposed to be frail and keep your mouth shut to please men."
I huffed ignoring his words but the blush on the face wouldn't leave, so I continued to dodge his attacks while continuing to fight back, Daemon was harsher and quicker with his movement's than I was.
"Quit being such a cocky bastard and go back to work."
This man just the night before had initiated a massacre in town with many knights leaving me and his older brother angry and upset at his actions.
"Why not practice with one of the many kings guards? The stupid tournament is just in a few days, right?"
"Stupid tournament? Don't tell me you aren't attending this time, won't you go and cheer on me?"
I chuckle at his words again and kept on watching his movement when he lowered his sword. "It's enough seeing your face every single day. Why nor attend the family meetings? Oh, what would your precious wife say?"
The comment made his blood boil. Daemon didn't hesitate to now swing his sword at me while angrily huffing back at me. "Won't you ever keep your mouth shut woman?!"
I laugh at his easiness of getting all angered up. "Oh, Rogue Prince, you must learn to control your temper." I ran back and dodged my head down when he sliced a branch.
He'll end up destroying this beautiful blooming tree if he continues to act like this. Daemon eventually always wins, when he wants something he always gets it himself.
Every woman who's landed in King's Landing and had the pleasure of stepping into the castle while meeting the Targaryen's have been fascinated by him, he pays them attention..for a short while that is.
He easily gets tired when his toys don't work or entertain him anymore. Seems that his brothel doesn't always entertain him as much as he likes to brag. No wonder the king has had his doubts too.
"You know your brother is eagerly waiting for a son. I wonder when you'll begin to have your own family." I continue to fight.
Our swords keep on hitting each other with me quickly making him jump back before I can slash his shoulder, I got caught up and I tripped over the edge of one of the many tree roots growing out making my sword fall out of my hands.
I felt a strong tug onto the collar of my coat holding me up, quickly I regained my composure and dug into my pockets and held a dagger over Daemon's neck while he tilted his head looking at me but with his sword also touching my shoulder.
"Maybe the right woman hasn't accepted me yet." Another blush rose up to my cheeks with his mischievous eyes looking back into my own.
I lowered my dagger down and when I did he slowly started to let go of me until his fingers began to run through my black hair.
"Seems like our usual spot is taken." I heard the voice of lady Hightower and spotted Rhaenyra too walking arm to arm with her friend.
Quicky I hid my dagger and stepped away from Daemon, still feeling his eyes on me. "Milady. It wasn't my our intention to take your hiding place. My brother here just wanted a quiet place to practice for the tournament."
Rhaenyra looks between us and back at me with a small smile. "It's alright, aunt (Y/N)."
Daemon and I bowed our heads and began walking away leaving Rhaenyra and Alicent to speak alone.
I frowned looking up ahead but felt myself becoming nervous when I felt Daemon's eyes on me, "I look forward to our next training practice, (Y/N)."
Daemon caught my wrist, gently moving my hand to the side to place a kiss on the back of my hand. My purple eyes widened and looking away embarrassed to look at him.
"You're fighting skills are a bit off though, I would love to give you a private lesson someday." Daemon lightly chuckle at my reaction and winked before standing back up and making his way into the castle.
I also stood back tall and controlled my breathing before entering the castle and meeting up the maids and other servants to the king and queen.
#house of the dragon#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x reader#matt smith#house of the dragon hbo#house of the dragon x reader#game of thrones
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OMNISCIENT:
JUNE 14th 2023
2:45pm
"Terminal A : Flight Boarding To Dubai vegans Now Please Have Your Boarding Pass Ready"
Everyone Going To Dubai Began Gathering their Things Getting In The Correct Line In Order Of Their Passes , Salem Boards First Being A -5 She smiles and thanks the attendant going to her preferred window seat , she enjoyed watching the clouds it brings her a sense of calmness , She made sure her Laptop was on Airplane mode before the flight even began. She sent a short text to her mother telling her she loved her and would see her after her mini vacation. She was finally happy to get away from the toxic environment she was in .
Boarding Next Was Jelani Being In The Row Next to Her but 6 Seats Down He Made sure he had everything before getting comfortable he was planning to meet his homeboys down in Dubai for his Bestfriend Wedding , he was excited for the new experience and happy for his friend. He shot his bestfriend a text letting him know he was currently on the plane and was waiting for Take Off He'd Make it for the Wedding that is supposed to happen in Two Days .
Anais Boarded the Plane With His Girlfriend Excited for their One Year Anniversary they was going to Celebrate In Dubai He was Madly In Love with her , he Was Seated In The Third Row Over In the Middle Cuddled up next to his girlfriend " Jesus Anais , Give me a little space it's already so small on here I need to breathe you know ion like planes ."
"Sorry , you suggested Dubai mamas I was okay with driving to anywhere you wanted as long as you didn't fly" she sighed irritated with him " okay just let me rest okay ? I'm really sleepy I was up all night" he frowned " I thought you slept all night and that's why we couldn't fall asleep on the phone like we usually do" she sighed " I was sleep but I was anxious and was in and out of my sleep baby" he nodded giving her some space knowing how it could be to ride a plane for the first time .
Tremani Bobbed His Head to The Music He was Listening to as he found a seat Next to Jelani Getting Comfortable " Hey" he gave him a head nod " wassup ? This cool if I sit here ?" Jelani Nodded giving him the Okay . Tremani Was Going to Dubai to Spread His Grandma Ashes In the Ocean as her last dying wish , it was the least he could do for his favorite lady . He was hyped to be finally going somewhere instead of being home 24/7 when he wasn't working .
Baylene boarded the plane lastly sitting directly in the back closest to the bathroom , she knew she'd eventually get air sick so she was glad to have the seat in the back she wanted to get to Dubai for her Cousin wedding in two days that she promised she'd go to especially since her girlfriend was the maid of honor .
As everyone got seated and situated the Flight Attendant began to speak "On behalf of Emirates Airline, it is my pleasure to welcome you aboard flight 26874 with service to Miami ,Fl and continuing service to dubai. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off."
As the flight attendant went off demonstrating safety protocols everyone made sure they were strapped in and safe for their flight , some people were anxious and some were excited for their new trip .
Once the plane began take off and was fully in the air , People began to unfasten their seatbelts getting comfortable watching whatever was on the tv and began getting small snacks from the flight attendants.
As time went on everything was going smoothly it wasn't until they were half way across the ocean when things went down south , " everyone fasten your seat belts please" everyone began to worry as the plan began to shake more and more .
Out of instinct Jelani grabbed Tremanis hand to keep himself sane , Salem began to pray , Baylene held tight to her seat as her nerves got the best of her , Anais strapped his sleeping girlfriend up and himself holding her hand tightly . No one knew what the outcome would be .
"EVERYONE BRACE FOR IMPACT" everyone began panicking throwing their oxygen mask on bracing for the oncoming impact .
Things happen so fast all you can hear are screams from different passages as the plane went down piece by piece of the plane broke off mid air crashing into a body of water right before the actual land of an unknown island, a lot of people died on impact from the blunt force trauma and the panic they went through .
Some Unknown time later 5 Passengers made it safely on Land swimming with what they could with a bunch of bumps and bruises panicking and afraid of the unknown.
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"Good news, Flo. I'm not leaving Henford"
"Really? I'm so happy right now, Ethel! That's good"
"It's because I'm going to get married"
"WHAT?"
"Vincent wants to get married now?"
"Not Vincent. It's another man"
"Are you sure you want to get married to a stranger?"
"He's nice. He works at the Thornton's and I met him at the church. I have a good feeling about him. I'm sure the watcher send him to me"
"Are you really sure?"
"Stop asking me this. Be happy for me, Florence! Not everyone's story will be a fairytale like yours. I'm happy I'm staying and that my baby will have a father"
"I'm sorry, Ethel. You're right! I'm happy that you're staying with us"
Of course in the same week, they got married. Her belly was starting to show and she needed to get married as soon as possible.
Just her best friends attended the wedding.
He was feeling very emotional and she thought it was cute. He is a nice man and she's glad she married him after all.
"I know what you're expecting that happens tonight. I know I already did it once before, but..."
Daniel cut her "I'm not expecting anything"
"You don't need to lie"
"I'm not lying" Daniel said calmly
"I know this is what you men are always thinking"
"I'm not lying, Ethel. I won't lie that I do desire you, but I wasn't expecting anything. I'm in love you with you and I'll be waiting patiently"
She feels safe with him and she feels loved, it never happened when she was with Vincent
"You're like a dream, Mr Myers"
"You're my dream coming true, Mrs Myers" he smiled at the sound of that "And I never want to wake up"
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she’s a lady
Request by @amirahiddleston - may i get #3 with benedict bridgerton x reader in which y/n isn’t a proper ‘lady’ but is often forced to go to the galas?
A/N: I hope this is alright, darling!
Y/N glowered at her aunt. “I cannot believe you managed to convince me to attend this... thing.”
“And I cannot believe that you’re still complaining,” her aunt, Allison, countered. “It will be fine.”
“I’m not a proper member of the ton, Auntie,” Y/N replied, slumping back into the cushioned seats of the carriage. “As everyone keeps making abundantly clear.”
“Lady Whistledown likes you,” Allison said, raising her eyebrows. “As do the Bridgerton’s.”
Y/N sighed. “Yes, thank you, Auntie. I still don’t understand why you drag me along with you to these things.”
“You entertain me.”
“What am I, your performing monkey?” Y/N asked, giving her a very unimpressed look. “You just like talking to Lady Danbury about how intolerable the rest of society is.”
“Well, yes,” Allison said, nodding. “But it’s also a good opportunity -”
“Oh, not this again -”
“ - for you to find a husband -”
“ - I do not need you playing matchmaker for me, Auntie!” Y/N snapped, giving her aunt a very pointed and grumpy look. “I’ll be fine.”
Her aunt raised her eyebrows at her niece. “You’ll become a spinster.”
Ah, the dreaded condition known as the spinster. An unmarried woman became known as a spinster when she went beyond the usual age for marriage. This was usual twenty-eight which was, in Y/N’s mind, still fairly young for a woman.
Y/N groaned and looked out the carriage window, choosing to ignore her aunt’s comment. “Oh, look, we’re here,” she said, thankful that the carriage had pulled up to Lady Danbury’s estate at the right moment.
A footman stepped forward and opened the carriage door. He held out a hand for Y/N and she took it, letting him help her down the stairs.
“Thank you,” Y/N said with a smile as she pulled her shawl around her shoulders.
“Y/N!”
Benedict Bridgerton broke off from his mother and Colin and began walking up to her.
“Benedict!” Y/n greeted, walking to meet him. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”
“I was dragged along,” Benedict muttered, shooting his mother as disdainful look.
Violet merely gave Y/N a cheer wave as she walked in to the building with Colin and Anthony.
“Same here,” Y/N replied, shooting her aunt a disdainful look who’d happily caught up with Violet Bridgerton. “Well, we can be miserable together.”
“And perfectly happy apart,” Benedict finished, holding his arm out for her to take. “Miss Y/L/N.”
“Mr Bridgerton,” Y/N replied, smiling.
Y/N was miserable. She hadn’t been this unhappy since she’d been forced to dance with Lord Berbrooke until Anthony Bridgerton had swung in and saved her.
“Lord Smith, I don’t suppose we could have a break for a few minutes?” Y/N asked as the dance (the third one she’d danced with him that night) ended. “I’d like a drink and a moment to catch my breath.”
“Ever the lady,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
Y/N curtsied to him. Lord Smith was not a very nice person and didn’t particularly care about the etiquette of society. Y/N took her chance and tried not to run through the crowd to escape the man. Her aunt had vanished along with Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury and Benedict had disappeared off with his sister and she’d been left to the lion’s den with no one around.
In her haste, she didn’t look where she was going and walked straight into someone.
“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed. She felt herself falling backwards only to be saved from impact with the floor by someone’s hands grabbing her waist.
“Sorry!” Benedict exclaimed, wincing with embarrassment as he caught her from falling on to the floor. “That was my fault.”
“I wasn’t looking,” Y/N replied, waving his concern off. She glanced behind her and silently cursed as she saw Lord Smith heading her way, weaving through the crowd like a man on a mission. “Catch me,” she said quickly, looking up at Benedict.
Benedict frowned. He looked behind her and saw Lord Smith approaching and his frown depended. “What?”
“I’m going to fake a swoon to scare him off, please catch me,” Y/N replied, urgency in her voice.
She didn’t give Benedict a chance to question her, admittedly, shoddy plan. If she'd had more time - and wasn’t so desperate to just vanish into thin air - she probably could have come up with a better plan. But, as it was, Y/N took a leaf out of the debutantes guid book, closed her eyes and dropped, hoping her friend was going to understand her urgency and actually catch her.
Judging from the gasp that went up around them and the fact she felt Benedict’s arms gently lower her to the floor, she assumed he’d caught on to her plan.
“Have you been practicing that?!” Benedict whispered, moving her so that she rested against his leg.
Y/N felt a hint of a smile on her lips but forced herself to keep calm.
“What happened?”
That was Anthony. Which meant she was now safely out of Lord Smith’s grasp. Y/N slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking up into Benedict’s eyes.
“Hi,” she said softly, smiling.
“Have a nice nap?” Benedict asked, helping her sit up. One hand rested on her shoulder and the other was still around her waist - his grip firm and reassuring.
Anthony handed her a glass of water and raised an eyebrow at her, completely unconvinced by her little act. “You swooned?”
“Oh, be quiet,” Y/N muttered, taking the water and sipping it. “It was an emergency.” She nodded behind Anthony at Lord Smith who was standing next to Lady Danbury and appeared to be getting an earful about three dances in a row from her and Lady Bridgerton. “I was trying to escape.”
Anthony rolled his eyes. “Of course.”
Benedict chuckled and Y/N felt his chest vibrate with it. She struggled not to smile a giddy smile as she suddenly realised how close she was to him - and the fact his hand was still on her waist.
“Want to try standing up?” He suggested, raising his voice on behalf of the ton who were watching and listening.
Y/N nodded and let the two brothers help her to her feet. “Thank you,” she said, turning to face Benedict. “I’d like some fresh air, if that’s alright?”
“Of course, Miss Y/L/N,” Benedict said, all but beaming at her. He took her arm and they slowly made their way out onto the terrace - away from the ballroom and the prying eyes of London.
Once they were safely away from the ballroom, Benedict let go of her arm and turned to her, raising an eyebrow.
“The fake swoon?” He asked, crossing his arms and smirking. “Seriously, Y/N? I expected better.”
“What was I meant to do?!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. ““Three dances, Benedict, three. I know I’m not a proper lady but -”
“Don’t say that,” Benedict said softly, taking her hand.
Y/N frowned. “Don’t say... what?”
“That you’re not a proper lady,” Benedict elaborated. “I don’t like it when you talk about yourself as if you’re nothing.”
Y/N smiled sadly. “Well, in the eyes of society, Benedict, I am nothing. I’m an orphan with almost no dowry and an aunt who’s marriage lasted a month before he died. I come with scandal and a reputation that was ruined before I even arrived.”
“Yet you are as much as a lady as those women in there,” Benedict replied. He raised a hand and rested it on Y/N’s cheek. “If not more. Reputation be damned, Y/N, you are more than worthy of the title of Lady. Heritage and money may buy you the title of lady but it doesn’t make you one. A lady requires grace and agility and elegance. They have to dance and be perfect and - why are you looking at me like that?”
Y/N stared at him. “You and the point of that sentence are further apart than the Earth is from Pluto.”
“I’m trying to compliment you!” He exclaimed, staring back at her. “I was -”
“Going off on a tangent that was entirely unrelated to the start of the sentence!”
“Y/N!”
“Benedict!”
Benedict whirled around and marched towards her. For a moment, Y/N thought he was going to yell at her or something alike.
Instead, he held her face between his hands and kissed her on the lips.
Y/N, completely stunned by the sudden change in emotion and the fact that Benedict Bridgerton was kissing her froze.
Benedict, noticing her attempt at being a statue, stopped kissing her and stepped back slightly. “I’m sorry that was... I’m sorry. I hope no one saw that -”
“Benedict -”
“If they have, I’ll happily -”
“Benedict -”
“I’m sure Anthony won’t mind -”
“Benedict!” Y/N yelled, grabbing his face between her hands and forcing him to look at her and be quiet. “Shut up.”
Before he could protest, Y/N stepped forward and kissed him on the lips. Her hand moved to the back of his head and she leant forward, kissing him with all the passion and intensity she had for him.
Benedict broke away from her, panting slightly. “Y/N,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.
“Yes?”
“Anthony’s staring at us.”
Y/N spun around and, sure enough, Anthony was standing in the doorway to the ballroom, conveniently inspecting a flower bush.
“Anthony,” Y/N scolded, walking forward. “What are you doing?!”
“Ensuring my brother doesn’t ruin a lady’s reputation,” Anthony replied, his arms behind his back.
“For the thousandth time -”
“You are not a lady,” Benedict chimed in, walking up behind her and kissing her cheek. “We know.”
Anthony smiled and offered his arm to her. “Well, I disagree. You are a lady to me, Miss Y/L/N. And, because of that, I’m now your chaperone.”
“Oh, you are, are you?” Y/N quipped, accepting his arm. “Does that mean Benedict has to ask your for permission?”
“I believe so,” Anthony replied. “And besides, I do believe a special license would make an excellent early wedding present for the two of you.”
“Oh, god, Anthony!”
#bridgerton#bridgerton imagine#bridgerton imagines#bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton x reader#imagine
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TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Six (Harry Styles)
a/n: LAST PART OMG!! im a little emotional this story has come to its end but it already ended up like twice as long as i planned it to be haha! thank you so much for reading and loving the story, it means so much to me and i loved seeing your reactions as the plot developped! i hope you guys will be happy with the ending our pair got and i can’t wait to read your thoughts about the series as a whole!!
pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader
warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce, sexual content
word count: 14.8k
SERIES MASTERPOST
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Waking up next to Harry is probably your most favorite thing in the entire world right now and you’ve been able to experience it every morning since you dropped Izzy off at Anne’s. You’re missing her like crazy and can’t wait to have her back, but part of you is desperate to stretch these days as long as possible, because you’re not sure if Harry will be comfortable with you sleeping in his room once his little one is back under the roof.
It’s always the same, yet you can’t get enough of it. Harry grumbles as he turns the alarm off, snuggles back to you for just a few minutes before he forces himself to take a shower. In the meantime you start breakfast and his coffee waits for him ready by the time he joins you in the kitchen. You eat together, sometimes talking, sometimes just silently enjoying each other’s presence and it’s the perfect way to start your days.
Then Harry is off to work and you go for whatever shooting you had planned for the day. Luckily, you’ve been keeping yourself busy. If your day ended early, you always found something else to do, you picked Trevor up another time and also managed to have lunch with Harry on Thursday which was such a nice change, even if it was just eating takeout in his office because you were in the neighborhood and he had some time to see you.
Now it’s Friday and you’re spending it with some editing and eventually packing, since you’re leaving to the countryside for Sarah and Mitch’s wedding when Harry comes home. You’ve been looking forward to this weekend all week, you had a few phone calls with Sarah and the two of you hit it off quite well, you can’t wait to finally attend the wedding. And also because Harry is coming with you, so it’ll be a kind of weekend getaway even though the two of you have been alone home all week.
Harry runs a little late from work so you leave about an hour later than you planned, but it’s all good, since nothing is planned for the evening, you just wanted to be at the location on time. It’s going to be a small wedding, nothing extra and it’s held in an inn near the beach, the perfect spot in your opinion, especially because even the weather seems to be celebration the occasion and it won’t be raining cats and dogs.
Heather: A double date? I don’t know, who’s the guy?
You’re texting Heather in the car and you finally bring up the possibility of going on a double date with Niall.
Y/N: Photo attachment
Y/N: He is a cool guy, I think you would like him!
Heather: He surely is hot! Alright, we’ll see. Anyway, have fun with your super hot and rich boyfriend this weekend! Tell me all about the wedding next week!
Y/N: Thanks!
Your eyes scan over the word boyfriend. You didn’t want to correct her and tell her that you are not boyfriend and girlfriend, just dating, because you kind of enjoy the thought of being an official item. It’s been just a few weeks since it all started and you know that Harry needs to take things in his own pace, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like to play with the thought.
You’re aching to finally call him your boyfriend or what’s better, hear him call you his girlfriend. The thought of calling this man yours is making you go nuts but you need to be patient with him. He has gone through so much change lately, you can’t let your silliness ruin it for the both of you.
It’s late by the time you arrive to the Inn and you both feel exhausted from the ride so you want nothing else than to get a good night sleep before the wedding tomorrow.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” Sarah greets the two of you when you walk into the Inn. She envelopes you in a warm hug before doing the same with Harry. IN the meanwhile, Mitch has also appeared and he greets you with a short hug as well before giving a brotherly hug to Harry. “Had a safe ride?”
“Yeah, everything went fine,” you nod smiling.
“Great. Well, here is your room key, made sure you two are getting one of the larger rooms,” Sara smiles slyly, but you’re taken aback by something else.
“We’re sharing a room?” you ask turning to Harry, who seems nervous about your question, though it wasn’t your intention to make him ashamed in any kind of way.
“Oh, yeah. I mean, Sarah asked me this week which room I want and I told her we would be sharing… Is that okay? We-we could ask for a room for you as well if y—“
“Harry,” you chuckles softly, giving his hand a squeeze. “I would love to share, I just wasn’t expecting you to want to do the same is all,” you tell him and you can see the relief in his eyes instantly.
You talk over a few things with Sarah before taking your stuff up to the room and calling it a night. Harry takes a shower first in the small bathroom that’s joined to your room and in the meantime you hang your dress up so it doesn’t get too wrinkly by the morning. Then you just get all your equipment done, making sure everything is full and loaded for the big day tomorrow. When Harry is done you take your turn and the hot shower feels nice, quite relaxing. Walking out you find Harry lying in bed, typing on his phone, he smiles up at you when you join him in bed.
“My mum sent me this. They went to the park today.” He turns the screen towards you and a photo of Izzy is shown with ice-cream all over her face, grinning happily into the camera.
“She could literally live on ice-cream,” you chuckle, making yourself comfortable under the sheets.
“And gummy bears,” Harry chuckles before locking his phone and putting it to the side table. He is quick to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against his side and you smile as you snuggle to him, enjoying the heat of his body. “Good night, love,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“Good night, H,” you softly reply before letting yourself drift to sleep within seconds.
You already have a lot of experience with weddings and no matter how big or small it is, the day is always a little bit chaotic, everyone is all over the place, there’s no time for just messing around, especially for you.
Following a nice breakfast with Harry on the tiny balcony that’s connected to your room, you are forced to part since Harry is supposed to be with all the other guys, getting ready in the room that’s reserved for Mitch, while you kind of need to be everywhere at the same time, but you obviously spend the most time with Sarah, wanting to capture all her best moments.
Sometime around noon you get about an hour off while everyone else is getting lunch and Harry texts you to join him on the mole down the beach that runs just below the inn. When you arrive he is already sitting on one of the old wood benches with a pizza box on his lap.
“Hey,” you smile softly and leaning down you peck his lips quickly before joining him on the bench.
“The boy ordered pizza and I got one for us too, hope it’s okay.”
“Of course, I didn’t even think about lunch until you texted,” you chuckle as he settles the box between the two of you and you both take a slice.
“So how are the photos coming up so far?”
“Good, I’ll have a ton of editing to do, but I think they will like the outcome.”
“Can I have a sneak peek of them?” he smirks playfully, but you shake your head.
“No, the first ones to see them will be Sarah and Mitch, sorry,” you chuckle as he pouts his lips at you, but goes back to his slice right after.
You both are just enjoying the quiet for a little, having had a busy day so far, exchanging very few words, but it’s still a nice time spent together. It is just the two of you until a guy approaches you on the mole.
“Hey guys! Mitch wondered where you went, H,” he smirks down at Harry before his eyes land on you. He is tall, but not as tall as Harry, rocking a noticeable beard and he is wearing the same outfit as Harry: maroon pants with a crispy white dress shirt. “Oh, you’re the photographer, right?” he smiles at you.
“Yeah, I’m Y/N,” you answer nicely, holding out a hand for him.
“I’m Landon, Mitch’s cousin,” he nods with a charming smile. “Sorry for interrupting your lunch guys. Just wanted to let you know that Mitch wants to do a round of shots when everyone’s back,” he chuckles.
“He is gonna be so hammered,” Harry chuckles shaking his head. “I’ll be back soon, thanks Landon.”
“No worries. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he smiles at you before turning around and walking back to the inn. You catch Harry’s eyes for a moment and you have a guess what he is thinking about. Landon seemed to like you, with his flirty smiles and friendly introduction, he was surely thinking about shooting his shot, but he might not know that you’re dating Harry.
However he doesn’t say anything, just continues to eat his lunch in silence and quite frankly, you forget about Landon’s existence pretty fast.
After lunch it gets a bit hectic. The ceremony is starting at 3, so you don’t have much time left. You do the first look reveal thing and this time their son, James is included in it, which is honestly such a pure moment and capturing it feels like a privilege.
Soon enough the guests are starting to arrive and you quickly run up to the room to change into your dress. Most of the time you are not required to dress up for the job, but you like to blend into the crowd so you usually choose to wear a nice dress and you’re doing the same this time as well. You’ve brought a pastel yellow satin dress that teases a little cleavage, and you pair it with a cream colored cardigan, creating a simple but still elegant look for the rest of the day. You’re fixing your makeup in a hurry when the door opens and Harry walks in.
He immediately stops in his tracks upon seeing you in front of the mirror, his eyes traveling down the lengths of your body, a stunned expression adorning his handsome features.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were… in here,” he mumbles and you can see the blush forming on his cheeks. “You look… You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you chuckle softly. He takes a few steps closer to you and reaching up he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers leaving a trail of delicate touch on the side of your face.
Leaning down his lips hover over yours for a moment, as if he was giving you the chance to pull back, but who are you to deny anything from Harry Styles? So when you stay in place, he finally presses his lips to yours in a slow and tender kiss filled with passion. His hands cup your face in his and you bring yours up to wrap around his wrists as you kiss him back, already craving more than just a kiss.
But it feels like you are not the only one growing hungrier with the seconds, one of Harry’s hands wander down to your butt and you feel his palm’s warmth through the thin layer of your dress, though you wish there was nothing between his skin and yours. When he starts kissing down your jawline and neck, pushing you backwards you hate to break the moment, but there’s no time for any funny business. So painfully, but you pull back, already missing his lips on yours.
“I would really love to continue this, but I need to be with Sarah in about three minutes,” you chuckle softly.
“Yeah, I need to get back to Mitch too,” he sighs, pecking the corner of your mouth before his arms fall from around you.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” you smile up at him, fixing the collar of his shirt.
“Yeah,” he smiles with a boyish smile before you part ways again.
All through the ceremony you are kind of all over the place, trying to get the best shots, you don’t have much time to spare. Sarah’s entrance with her dad and James walking down the aisle is so beautiful and you get some amazing shots of Mitch’s emotions upon seeing his future wife. They tell their vows, touching every guest with their sweet words to each other and then they finally say ‘I do’ and become husband and wife.
You snap a series of photos of that moment as well, but then you allow yourself to peek over at Harry who is already watching you with a soft smile. You can feel yourself blushing, his gaze is warm but also quite intimidating in this sentimental moment.
And then the party finally starts. You try to follow the newly weds around as much as possible, but you also get around the tent, shooting pictures of the guests as well. You only get to have a few moments with Harry, because either you need to rush off or sometimes someone finds him and wants to have a few words. He is quite popular among the guests, but it’s no surprise. You’d want to have the chance to talk to him too if you saw him.
“Have you even had a bite yet?” A male voice calls out for you when you’re trying to sneak from one point to the other. Glancing over your shoulder you see Landon with a drink in his hand.
“I’ll eat later. The dance is about to happen so I need to be ready for that,” you smile at him.
“Mitch told me they found a really good photographer, but he surely forgot to mention how devoted you are. I’m excited to see the photos.”
“Thanks, I’m trying my best,” you chuckle.
“Save me a dance later?”
“Oh, um, sure,” you nod with a nervous chuckle. “But I really gotta go now,” you excuse yourself before he could even get another word out.
As you slalom between the tables you spot Harry sitting at one of them and he is staring at Landon from across the room, a not too friendly look plastered across his face. You wonder if he has seen you talking to him and now he is feeling jealous or if you’re just seeing things. But you don’t have much time to ponder on it, work is calling you.
As the happy couple share their first dance, soon enough more and more guests join them and you’re standing at the side, snapping the cute dance partners slow dancing to the music with Sarah and Mitch in the middle. You’re adjusting the settings on your camera, when a tall figure appears in front of you.
“May I have a dance?” Harry asks, holding out a hand for you like a true gentleman.
“Oh, I should—“
“If you are about to say you should be taking pictures, the bride told me to ask you,” he tells you with a soft chuckle and as your eyes fall on Sarah, she is smiling in your way happily, nodding her approval to get off duty for just a little.
“Then, I would love to,” you smile shyly, taking Harry’s hand as he takes you to the dance floor. Placing his hands to your waist he pulls you close to him while you rest your arms around his neck, swaying to the rhythm very gently.
“I always get a little emotional at weddings,” he confesses with a small smile.
“Yeah? Why?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I just… love seeing people in love. Especially when they are my friends,” he adds chuckling.
“It really is a nice thing.”
Harry pulls you tighter against him, his cheek pressing against the side of your head and you let your eyes fall closed for a few seconds, enjoying this moment with him. He starts to softly him the song and his voice flows through your ears smoothly, you’re in awe how good his voice is. He never told you he is a good singer too above being an amazing producer.
When the song ends some couples stay, but some make their way off the dance floor and you have to get back to your job as well. Leaning back you squeeze Harry’s arm as his hands fall from your frame too.
“Save a slice from the cake for me,” you smile at him and he nods with a smirk.
“I will. I’ll have it ready for you at the table.”
You place a short kiss to his cheek before you disappear from his sight, leaving him alone again.
The night carries on as usual, sometime after dinner your phone dies so you leave it on the charger up in your room before running back down. The party starts to unfold as the time passes, more drinks are being consumed and this is kind of your secret favorite part, because the more people drink, the more they are willing to pose for funny pictures. This is the time that births the best group photos, in your opinion.
Though you are having an amazing time, you can feel yourself growing tired. When it’s finally cake time you take some time off to sit with Harry who saved you a slice, just as you asked him. It’s nice to have a breather, just enjoy the evening with him by your side again.
“Mm, didn’t know you could eat icing without getting it all over my face,” you tease him, referring back to the time you made such a mess out of the kitchen when you tried to make cupcakes for him.
“Very funny,” he narrows his eyes at you, before dipping his finger into the icing and wiping it onto your nose.
“Hey!” you pout at him, cleaning it up, but he just smirks at you playfully before pecking your lips shortly. It’s the first time he is kissing you in with so many people around and it surely makes you giddy, knowing that he is not trying to hide you in any way.
Weddings are a lot of fun, but they always stretch so long. The party can last till the morning sometimes and you can’t just decide to call it a night and stop doing your job, you need to be there until the DJ shuts the music off and all guests disappear. And it seems like this wedding won’t be any shorter either.
It’s already past midnight when you decide to sneak out for a short break. You’ve been on your feet for way too long and you stole some food too. You hesitated if you should sit back to your table, but you felt like you could use some quiet so you left the tent and found a bench nearby.
As you sit and eat the food you snatched from the buffet table, you hope the party won’t last until the Sun comes up. You get so into your own little world that you almost don’t even notice the approaching tall figure.
“Having a break, huh?” Landon calls out as the gravel crunches under his fancy dress shoes.
“Ah, yeah. I needed a few minutes away from the music,” you chuckle softly. Landon stops in front of you and hides his hands in his pockets as he blinks down at you with tired looking eyes. It might be from the long night, but you are guessing the drinks he’s been consuming don’t help his energy either.
“May I say that you look really pretty? I haven’t been to many weddings yet, but the photographers went for the more comfortable look since they are not on the photos, but you chose to glam yourself.”
“Thanks,” you chuckle softly. “I like to blend into the guests.”
“Well, you don’t blend in this way either, because you look prettier than most women in that tent,” he compliments you and you’re starting to feel awkward. It’s not that you don’t like it when someone is talking highly of you, but it’s obvious what Landon wants and you are definitely not on the same page.
“Um, thank you.”
“I’m sorry if I come off too brash or pushy, but I promised myself I would never miss a chance to compliment a pretty woman when I see one.”
“That’s nice, but I’m afraid I’m not the right person to spend your energy on,” you answer with a tight-lipped smile. Landon narrows his eyes at you, but keeps his playful manner.
“So you don’t find me good-looking, is that it?” he teases and you shake your head with a soft chuckle.
“That’s not what I was talking about.”
“Then you like to break hearts, right? You must enjoy making men fall for you,” he carries on with his little joke and just as you’re about to speak up to tell him you are seeing someone, Harry’s familiar deep voice interrupts the conversation.
“There you are, I’ve been calling you.” He is talking to you, but his eyes are clearly glued to the man standing in front of you.
“Oh, my phone is in the room, I had to charge it,” you tell him.
“What are you guys doing out here?” he asks, clearly not liking the situation, you and Landon alone outside with no one else around. Jealousy is dripping from his eyes that appear so much darker now in the dim lighting.
“I’ve been dumped by this amazing woman right here,” Landon sighs dramatically and Harry cocks an eyebrow at him before glancing over at you.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, she is clearly not interested in me, my charm didn’t work on her,” he laughs lightheartedly.
“I hope it didn’t because she is my girlfriend,” Harry answers simply and your lips part at what he just called you.
Landon stumbles back, his smile quickly vanishes from his face as he stares back at Harry. You feel like you’re watching some kind of documentary movie where male animals are trying to win over the female, only that Landon stands no chance in this situation, but you find it quite funny.
“Man, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t know!” he apologizes right away as he realizes why Harry has been kind of spicy around him. Landon then faces you. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to make it awkward and all that, I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you smile at him nicely. He mumbles something about checking up on Mitch before walking away, leaving you and Harry alone. He joins you on the bench, staring after Landon for a few moments before turning to face you. A much softer expression is showing on his face this time.
“So, you just called me your girlfriend,” you point out, trying your best to hold your growing smirk back.
“I, uhh—I did, didn’t I?” he chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out, because I didn’t like how Landon was trying to chat you up all night…”
“So you didn’t…. You didn’t mean it?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows, feeling yourself growing disappointed.
“Well, I… I mean, I didn’t mean to say it like that, without discussing it with you, but… I would love to call you my girlfriend,” he admits shyly and you can’t believe that this nervous man next to you is the same man who owns a record label and manages his million dollars business every day without a problem.
“I like the sound of that,” you smirk, leaning closer to him so your noses are almost touching.
“Yeah?” he smiles, a lot more relieved and playfully than he was a moment ago.
“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip. You blindly put your plate to the side before cupping his face in both of your hands and pulling him in for a kiss, your first one as boyfriend and girlfriend. Part of you feels silly that it makes you so ecstatic, like you’re a high school girl, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.
What starts as a sweet and innocent kiss quickly turns into something more, something heated. When Harry’s hands find your bare thighs and they slightly slide under your dress you can’t help but yearn for more, pulling him closer as your tongues meet. Your fingers lace through his curls, tugging on them gently and you’re fighting the urge to throw a leg over him and just sit on his lap straddling him. When he starts kissing down your jawline and neck, you have to stop him for the second time today, not that you wanted to do it anytime, but the time and place hasn’t been right.
“We can’t…” you sigh, pulling back even though every fiber in your body is telling you otherwise. Harry lets out a long sigh, nodding his head.
“Yeah, I know.”
“But hopefully, the party will end soon and then we will be all alone in our room,” you smirk at him slyly and it brings back the shine into his eyes.
“I can’t wait,” he mumbles before kissing you one last time.
From that moment, Harry lingers around you at all times for the rest of the night. He is always either right by your side, or within a few feet away from you, keeping an eye on you, but not in an obsessive and intrusive kind of way. His eyes are filled with lust every time you share a look at each other and you can tell he can’t wait for the party to finally be over. Whenever he is next to you, he makes sure to touch you in any kind of way. Placing his palm to the small of your back, your arm or your hips, or when you sit next to each other he rests his hand on your thigh or knee without hesitation. And you are loving all the affection you are being showered with.
By the time the wedding officially ends and you can finally call it a night, you are both touch starved and hungry for each other. Harry pulls you against him on the stairs up to your room, not even giving a damn that you are still out in the public. His mouth attacks you hungrily, kissing you anywhere he can reach as the two of you stumble up your way to the room.
Pushing the door open you basically fall inside, giggling against Harry’s lips as he shuts the door closed and presses you up against it, making you gasp at the action. He is so much more demanding and confident than the last time you shared an intimate moment and though you’re not sure how far he is planning to go, you know you are ready to give him anything he desires.
“As much as I love this dress on you, it needs to go,” he playfully smirks as his hands bunch your dress up on your thigh before grabbing it and pulling it off your body, leaving you only in your underwear so fast.
Your lips find his as your fingers work fast on the buttons of his shirt while you inch further into the room towards the bed. You both kick your shoes off on the way and when you fall to the mattress Harry’s shirt is already gone. He climbs above you as you sink into the way too many pillows and you blindly throw a few off the bed to give you more space. Harry licks into your mouth one last time before he moves down your neck and collarbones, peppering your heated skin with his kisses, his hands already sliding under your back to unclasp your bra. Arching your back you give him space to do the task on hand and a few moments later you are lying under him with your chest completely bare. His name falls from your lips as a whimper when his mouth comes in contact with your left nipple, kissing, licking and sucking on it while his hand kneads your other breast before he switches, giving both sides the same amount of attention. Your fingers lace through his unruly curls as you enjoy his touch that’s burning and soothing at the same time.
When he kisses down your stomach and hips, he hooks his fingers into your lacy underwear, but stop before doing anything, looking up at you for reassurance. You give him the green light by nodding and he carefully pulls the fabric off your body, baring you in front of his eyes completely. His kisses pepper his way up your inner thighs until he finally reaches your dripping wet core.
“Harry!” you moan when his tongue and lips press against your clit, swirling and sucking on it just right, making you shiver under his touch. He curls his arms around your legs, keeping them in place as he keeps working his magic, making you a whimpering mess with each lick.
He does the same thing as last time, teases you with his finger dancing around your entrance until you are basically ready to beg him for more. Then he finally pushes two fingers inside you and starts pumping in a slow pace that drives you nuts, leaving you ache for more of him.
You pull him up before he could get you to the top, because that’s not how you want it now and you need to know if he is ready to take this step with you. He understands what you want from just a look as he hovers above you and you cup his face in your hands tenderly.
“I want it,” he breathes out and you could come just from those three words.
“Are you sure?” you ask, though you just want to jump right at it already. Still, you want to make sure he is completely fine with everything that’s about to happen.
“Yeah. I am,” he nods before leaning down he presses his lips against yours.
Your hands reach down and undo his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers before he does the rest of the job kicking them off. His erection presses up against your thigh as his hips fall down a bit and you moan with just the feeling of him on your skin. Wrapping your hands around his shaft you start pumping him while your kiss never breaks.
“Oh fuck,” he moans in sensation and you grin against his lips, enjoying the thought that you are the one making him feel this good.
“Do you have a condom?” you breathe out.”
“Shit, I don’t…”
“It’s alright, I have one.”
You sneak out from under him and rush over to your bag to look for your toiletries, you know you have one somewhere in there. When you finally find the little package you quickly get back to the bed where Harry is now lying on his back. Kneeling next to him you give him a soft, reassuring look.
“Do you want me to…?” you imply, holding up the foil.
“Oh, um, yeah, sure,” he nods and you swear you see him blushing. Ripping the package open you lean closer and roll the condom down his hard length before throwing a leg over his lap and get back to kissing him. You take your time with him, running your hands up and down his toned, inked chest as his palms warm the skin on your waist while your lips move together in sync perfectly. You could tell he needed a moment to get settled and wrap his mind around what’s really about to happen.
“Everything alright?” you ask, a little out of breath as you hold yourself up above him. He nods shortly. “Do you want me on top or you want to switch?”
“C-can you stay on top for now?”
“Yeah,” you smile at him warmly, before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss while your right hand wanders down his body until you reach his hard cock. Harry whimpers against your lips when you wrap your hand around the base, lining him up with yourself.
“Tell me if you want to stop, alright?” you ask him and in any other situation you’d find it a little funny that it’s you asking him that, usually this request comes from the guy, but you just want to make sure he is comfortable with everything that’s happening. Harry nods again and as he gulps hard his Adam’s apple bops up and down. Leaning down you kiss him again as you slowly ease down yourself just enough so that the head of his cock slides inside you. You stop, giving both him and you the chance to get accustomed to the feeling. It’s been quite some time for you as well, and your fingers do not compare to Harry’s size, that’s for sure.
He keeps one hand on your hip while the other reaches up and cups the side of your head, panting against your lips from the feeling of finally being inside you. Once you’ve made sure you both adjusted to the feeling, you allow yourself to sink further down until his whole length disappears inside you. You stay still, shutting your eyes closed as you let your walls stretch around his erection, making that slight pain you feel go away. Adding the length and thickness of his cock to the long drought you’ve had in the field of sex is making it feel like you are having your first time again in a way. It’s not that awkward and definitely not that painful, but still, that’s what it reminds you of.
“Are you good?” he asks, squeezing your hip gently. Your eyes snap open and meet his green ones that are now clouded with a little bit of worry.
“Yeah, it’s just… You’re big, Harry,” you admit with a soft chuckle that brings a cocky grin to his lips as well. “Just give me a moment.”
He just nods again and both his hands start running up and down your sides reassuringly as you take a few seconds to yourself before you start moving your hips. You start off slowly, dragging your movements out, trying to see what feels the best and judging from Harry’s moans and grunts he is enjoying himself no matter what you do. Your hands sprawl out on his chest, fingers digging into his skin as you lean onto him while starting to move up and down his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good!” he whimpers, almost as if he was in pain, but you can see the pleasure in his eyes.
Your thighs start to burn, but you keep moving yourself, not wanting to stop, because you’re feeling your orgasm building up inside you. When he starts thrusting up to meet your movements, you moan his name so loudly there’s a chance the people next door heard you, but you couldn’t care about that now.
Harry might have noticed that you’re starting to get tired, so pushing himself up he wraps his arms around you and turns you over until you’re the one lying on the bed and he holds himself up above you on his arms. Your legs circle around his waist as he starts moving in and out of you, the new position making you both moan and gasp at the sensation.
“Harry!” you whine as he keeps hitting that one spot inside you, pushing you closer to the edge dangerously fast.
“Am I making you feel good, baby? You like it?”
“You’re making me feel so good, please don’t stop!” you beg him as he buries his face in your neck, sucking on the soft skin, most definitely leaving a mark on you that you’ll wear proudly tomorrow. You would never want to hide the fact how good Harry fucked you, let the world know that your boyfriend made you feel so amazing!
“Oh my God, I’m getting close. Are you feeling it too? Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks, his lips brushing against your earlobe. Grabbing his face you pull him into a kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth mercilessly and the grunt he lets out is making your insides tremble. It’s animalistic, so passionate and sexual, you want to hear this every day for the rest of your life.
“I’m close, go a little harder, Harry!” you plead and he does as you asked without hesitation, his hips slamming harder against you, making you gasp for air as your head sinks into the pillow, your back arching in pleasure.
“Cum for me, Y/N. Let it go!”
“Harry!” you whine, as you can feel your orgasm threatening to burst inside you any moment.
“Say my name when you cum, I want to hear who’s making you feel so good, baby!”
Your fingers dig into his hair as you chant his name over and over again with each thrust he makes and then your release finally arrives. You moan and whimper, shaking under his naked, sweaty body, his name falling from your lips as an endless glorification. Your walls clench around his cock and it’s the last straw for him as well, his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated as he cries out your name, his hips slamming hard against you while he rides his orgasm out. Reaching down you drag your nails down his back until you reach his perfectly round ass, giving it a cheeky squeeze while he buries his head into the crook of your neck, thrusting into you a few more times before coming to a stop.
Turning your head you kiss his temple, running your hands up and down his back while you both try to catch your breath, coming off your high. Soon Harry pulls out and rolls off of you, his body smashing into the mattress beside you, his face glowing from that post sex euphoria. After a few moments of just panting and blinking into the void you finally feel yourself returning to reality and rolling to your side you cuddle to Harry’s body, his arm instantly coming to circle around you.
“Everything alright?” you softly ask, placing a tender kiss to his chest under one of his swallow tattoos. The last thing you want is to have him freak out now that the deed has been done, but when he gifts you with a tired but genuine smile, your worries vanish into thin air.
“Yeah. I’m all good. More than good,” he chuckles before lifting his head and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. His fingers are dancing up and down your naked back, following the line of your spine and your ribs, his smoothing touch already working as a lullaby on you, but you’re determined to stay awake just a little longer.
“Are you turned on by hearing your own name during sex?” you tease him with a sly smile as you think back to how much he enjoyed you scream his name over and over again.
“I might have a bit of a praise kink,” he admits truthfully with a smirk.
“Mm, interesting.”
“What’s yours?”
“What do you like during sex?”
“You, balls deep inside me,” you bluntly answer, making him laugh at your words. “And I like doggy,” you then add to actually answer his question.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm, and maybe some hair pulling. Not in an extreme way, but I like a little.”
“Alright, noted,” he hums nodding.
You both clean yourselves up in the bathroom, moving around each other naked without any shame. Harry then puts on a pair of clean boxers and you change into your night clothes, though the moment you make yourself comfortable in Harry’s arms in bed his hand sneaks up your back under the shirt, tugging the material up. You could have just stayed shirtless, but now you’re too tired to even move. His fingers are drawing little patterns over your skin as you listen to his steady breathing before drifting off to sleep.
Sunday feels like a day after a sleepover in high school, when you’re thinking about everything that has happened the day before, and you’re so happy it happened but you’re kind of tired and just want the comfort of your home already.
Sarah and Mitch leave for their honeymoon early in the morning. You say goodbye and Sarah just keeps thanking you for your work even though she hasn’t even seen the picture yet.
“But I’m sure they are amazing! Can’t wait to see them!” she beams at you when you try to tell her to just wait for the actual outcome.
You leave the inn a little before noon heading to Anne’s to pick Izzy up. You have lunch somewhere on the road and then you sing along to the music in the car, enjoying yet another roadtrip together, making the best out of your last minutes alone. You’re happy to see that Harry hasn’t seemed to spiral after what happened last night, he seems delighted and pleased, maybe even excited. Driving down the highway he keeps a hand on your thigh whenever he doesn’t need to use it on the shifting gear and every time he reaches for you, it turns you into a giddy little girl.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Izzy chants upon running into Harry’s arms the moment you park down on Anne’s driveway. Apparently, she’s been sitting by the window for an hour, waiting for her dad to finally arrive.
“Oh, I missed you so much, baby!” Harry cheers, catching the running girl and lifting her up into his arms, hugging her close. It’s such a sweet sight, seeing the two purest people you know be so happy to see each other after a week spent apart.
“I missed you too!” Izzy sighs, wrapping her short arms around Harry’s neck, nuzzling into her daddy’s embrace and your heart is fluttering in your chest for sure.
Anne invites the two of you inside for a tea, Harry helps Izzy pack all her stuff while she is nonstop blabbering about everything she did with her grandma during the week, and Harry listens to her intently, even though she already shared everything with him on the phone when he called every night.
“How did the wedding go?” Anne asks you cheerfully as you help her in the kitchen.
“Oh, it was amazing! Sarah looked so beautiful and everything went smoothly.”
“That’s great, they are such a cute couple!”
Anne is quick to ask you about photography, how long you’ve been doing it and you even show her a few of your works seeing how enthusiastic she is about the whole thing. You were a little nervous about meeting her, but she is just as sweet and kind as her son, making it so easy to treat her just as a friend, not as the mother of your boyfriend.
Before leaving Izzy insists on showing you all the paintings she made for Anne this week, she has them on the wall in her little home office. While you’re shown around in Izzy’s personal gallery, Harry joins his mother downstairs, finishing up his tea.
“I assume the weekend went well, you two are glowing,” she smiles slyly at him and Harry can’t hide his boyish smile.
“I uhh… I asked her to be my girlfriend,” he admits and Anne gasps happily, thrilled about the news.
“I’m so happy for you, Har. I think she is a really good match for you!” she beams, pulling him into a motherly hug, kissing his cheek as if he was just a little boy, not a grown man.
“Thanks, mum. I’m happy too.”
“You deserve it. It’s so good to see you living your life again.”
Soon enough, Harry loads the car with Izzy’s stuff and it’s time to say goodbye.
“Bye Anne, it was so nice to see you!” you smile hugging her.
“Come back soon, Darling! Nag this old man to visit me more often!” Anne jokes giving Harry a playful look who leaves her comment unnoticed, giving his mother a tight hug.
“Thank you for everything mum, love you, I’ll call you alright?”
“Drive safe!” she calls after you all as you get into the car and wave her goodbye leaving.
The drive home tired Izzy out, or maybe it’s just the change of settings again. Whatever it is, she can barely stay awake until dinner, so once her tummy is filled Harry decides to put her to sleep early.
Izzy asks Harry to lie in bed with her as he reads her a bedtime story, she is extra clingy now that she is back with her daddy, but Harry is enjoying having his little one back so he doesn’t mind it. Izzy snuggles to his side, playing with the ears of the bunny she chose to sleep with tonight as she listens to his steady, smooth voice talk her to sleep.
“Daddy?” she asks quietly, already half asleep.
“Yes, baby?”
“Are you going to marry Y/N?”
The question catches him off-guard, he was definitely not expecting it especially since Izzy hasn’t even seen the two of you kiss yet.
“Why are you asking?”
“My new friend, Loretta from the park told me that if a boy and a girl live together they are probably in love and want to get married.”
“Loretta seems to know a lot about adult stuff,” Harry chuckles softly. “Well, it doesn’t exactly work like that, Iz. But… would you be happy if I told you Y/N is now my girlfriend?” he asks, feeling a little nervous, as if Izzy’s word on the question could destroy any possible future between the two of you. She stays silent for a few seconds and Harry starts to think she has fallen asleep, but then she finally speaks up again.
“Did you kiss her?” she asks and Harry can’t push down a soft chuckle. Izzy’s idea of relationships probably doesn’t go further than kissing and holding hands so this is how she is trying to put the picture together in her head.
“I did, yes.”
“Oh!” she exclaims. “I like Y/N.”
“Well, I like her too.”
“She can be your girlfriend,” she then replies, giving her blessing. “Are you going to get married?”
“Um, not for a while, no. But… it could happen if things go right,” he chews on his bottom lip, he is definitely not in the phase of thinking about marriage yet, not just because you barely just became an official couple, but that would be a huge step in his way of processing the end of his last one.
“Okay,” Izzy simply nods and that brings the end of the discussion. Harry has been a little nervous to have this talk with Izzy, he was afraid she might get a little confused about the idea of him having a girlfriend and the thought of her mother, but she seemingly didn’t even bring Maggie into her train of thoughts. Luckily.
When Izzy is finally asleep he closes the door and makes his way downstairs where you’re lying on the couch, watching the rerun of the news. You smile up at him upon his arrival and as he joins you on the couch, he is quick to pull you into his arms, making you snuggle into his embrace.
“I just told Izzy that you are my girlfriend,” he confesses and you lift your head up, not even trying to hide your surprised expression.
“Really? And what did she say?”
“Well, she asked if we are getting married,” he tells you chuckling shortly. “I told her that we shouldn’t get that far ahead. But she basically gave her blessing. She said she likes you.”
“Well I was hoping she doesn’t hate my guts after spending almost every day with me,” you chuckle, making him smile too. “But I’m happy she likes the idea of us.”
“Yeah, me too,” Harry nods before pulling you closer for a sweet, innocent kiss.
You finally get around to have that double date with Heather and Niall one month into your relationship. Harry’s weekends have been a little busy these past weeks, he had to go into the office on a few Saturdays, but now he has finally finished a huge project he has been working on so he can actually take some time off.
Ruth comes over to look after Izzy that evening and she keeps looking at you and Harry like a proud grandparent whenever she sees the two of you interact as a couple. Little touches and kisses have been more regular around home ever since Harry told Izzy that you are together. So far, she’s been handling it really well, she doesn’t seem to be confused about you and her mother and it might be because Harry has had a talk with her recently about her mother and where she really is now. His therapist suggested to be open about it with her as early as possible, and though she doesn’t seem to completely understand the idea of life and death just yet, she has definitely started to put the picture together in her head.
You’ve been spending all your nights at Harry’s room, so by now your bedroom is more like an office space for you and a storage for all your stuff, a place where you can be alone whenever you have some editing to do or just simply need some time on your own. Luckily, Harry totally understands the feeling of needing some space, he has his own limits as well and the two of you have been trying your best to coordinate around these lines when it comes to your relationship. After all, it’s been a pretty unusual situation, you were already living together when you became a couple, jumping a few steps in the timeline of a regular relationship.
Just as you were expecting it, Niall and Heather hit it off quite fast upon meeting at the dinner. Niall is in awe of Heather’s confidence and raw sense of humor that matches perfectly with his, while Heather finds him entertaining and somewhat like a challenge, since you honestly told her about Niall’s reputation as a womanizer, but it’s not something that could scare her away.
“He is cute, desperately wants to prove how good he is doing on his own, but I think that’s just a façade,” Heather tells you when you ask her about her date in the restroom. She fixes up her lipstick, staring at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror.
“So you think you want to see him again?”
“I’m not gonna run after him, if he asks for my number I’ll give it to him. But if he doesn’t, I won’t let him see my disappointment.”
“And what if he asks you to go home with him tonight?” you ask, feeling like teenagers gossiping in the girls restroom between classes. Heather smirks at you through the mirror before turning to face you.
“Oh, I’m not going home with him. That would bruise his ego so badly he won’t be able to think about anything else.”
You stare back at her stunned from how big of a genius she is. You would have never schemed like this when it came to men, but yet again, you never really needed to. Before Harry you were busy with Keith and that relationship came so easily to you. There were never really games, it took you about three weeks to get together. But Heather is a player and a very good one, apparently.
“You two look cute, by the way,” she smiles at you quickly washing her hands before the two of you head out, back to the table.
“Thanks,” you blush, eyes finding the guys sitting right where you left them.
After dinner you decide to stay for a few drinks at the bar a corner away and it’s been so long since the last time you were out just having fun, enjoying some time with good friends. If someone told you a few months ago that you’d be sitting here, sipping on a cocktail with Harry who is now your boyfriend, you would have laughed hysterically.
When Harry reaches for you thigh under the table, resting his palm on it, giving it a gentle squeeze just as a sweet gesture, you glance at him and he smiles at you as his eyes meet your gaze. It’s the first time you actually feel like any other couples. Having a nice evening with your friends, touching each other, holding hands, simply living in the moment knowing well that going home he will probably sneak into Izzy’s room, pressing a kiss to her forehead before joining you in bed, falling asleep with his arms curled around your figure.
It’s no surprise when Niall invited Heather over his place for another drink at the end of the night and you can barely hold your smirk back when she refuses and his face completely falls, especially because he was so confident in himself, the evening went well and he was probably sure she would say yes. Instead, she grabs herself a taxi and heads home upon parting ways. Niall is shocked, but he is quick to ask for Heather’s number from you before you say goodbye and you happily give it to him.
On the way home you think about how weird it is that you are still basically working for him. It’s not that you mind being the one who is looking after Izzy, it doesn’t even feel like a job, she has grown so close to you. It’s about getting paid for it when you’re Harry’s girlfriend and even though you know how untraditional everything has been with the two of you, now might be the time to make a change.
Harry checks up on Izzy while you get ready to bed and he joins you under the covers soon. Your thoughts about your possible quitting keep racing in your head and you decide to bring it up, just to see how he sees the situation.
“H?” you softly ask while he is checking a few things on his phone, propped up against the headboard.
“Yeah?” he glances at you, letting you know he is listening.
“Don’t you think it’s weird I’m still working for you?”
He stops and locking his phone he puts it to the nightstand to fully focus on the conversation. He just stares at you for a few seconds before knitting his eyebrows together, that crease between them making an appearance and you fight the urge to smooth it out with your finger.
“You don’t like taking care of her anymore?” Your stomach drops at the way he interpreted your question, because it’s not at all the situation.
“Harry, I love taking care of her!” you smile at him softly and can see the relief in his eyes. “It’s just a little weird that you’re paying me to be with her. I would do it for free,” you explain, hoping he now gets the whole picture.
“Oh!”
“Are you… Are you planning for the long run? With us?”
“Of course,” he nods and now you’re the one relieved at how naturally the answer came to him.
“Then maybe we should look for a solution that doesn’t make me feel like I’m a kept house woman,” you chuckle softly and a small smile tugs on his lips as well.
“What were you thinking about?” Sighing you bite into your bottom lip, not sure what he’ll think about the idea that came to you.
“I’ve been getting a lot of requests for photoshoots. I thought that maybe I could take two more days out of the week to work on them and stay home with Izzy for the rest of them. We could look for a nanny for those days. They wouldn’t have to move in, because I would be home by three probably. I think… I think it could work pretty well.”
Harry takes a few moments to think it through and you know he has to be considerate, the only reason he was so quick to hire you was because Izzy already knew and loved you. Bringing a stranger into the picture is a big change and everyone has to be fine with it to make it work.
“Would that make you happy? Staying home for half of the week with Izzy? I wouldn’t want to ask you to sacrifice your time for her… for us, if it doesn’t benefit you.”
For a few moments you’re just processing his words, but then you finally understand what he meant by that. He is thinking you might take it as if he is using you to take care of his daughter and he doesn’t want you to take responsibility for her if it’s not what you really want. But you see being in Izzy’s life as a privilege, you haven’t truly processed it yourself, but you start to look at her as your own daughter. Having spent the majority of your days with her these past months, it was inevitable to grow so fond of her.
Scooting closer to him you cup his face in your hands as you smile down at him softly, his green irises filled with worry and doubts, probably thinking that he is doing something wrong again, but he is not. He needs to have more trust in himself.
“I would love it, Harry. I love spending time with her and… with you,” you admit and there’s one thing that you’re aching to add.
And I love you.
But you keep that one back, not sure if he is ready to hear it just yet. It’s still so early in your relationship, and it might feel like a bomb if you just dropped it on him. You need to be a little more patient before taking this next step.
Bringing his arms around you he pulls you to his chest, a deep but happy sigh leaving through his nose as he kisses into your hair. Nothing else is said, but no words are needed. It’s been settled that you both are planning for the long run together and you’ll start to alter your life to make it fit into the picture.
You don’t jump into it right away, but a few weeks after the discussion you had about hiring a new nanny, you take the first step. Ruth agrees to cover one day every week, Fridays, so you can have it off for your sessions. Summer brings a lot of events and occasions and your calendar has been getting busier as your circle of customers has been growing lately. Though Ruth is more than happy to spend some more time with Izzy, you all know she won’t be able to do it too long, you need to find someone at last by the end of the summer.
Harry would never admit, but he is very anxious about bringing a new person into Izzy’s life. He is not the toxic kind of parent who wouldn’t let anyone get near his daughter, but he surely is considerate about who he lets to take care of her and it’s understandable.
On an afternoon spent at the park you are chatting with Ava, Yara’s mom when she mentions a nanny agency they’ve tried out before and had a really good experience.
“They hire people with at least three years of experience and many of their nannies have a degree in some kind of field in connection with child care. We had a nice girl from Russia watch after Yara, she is a primary school teacher but she moved here with her boyfriend for a year. She was amazing, really. Yara loved her, Saige and I loved her, it was a good match.”
She gives you a phone number and later that day you look up the agency, presenting the idea to Harry, who seems interested, but a little hesitant.
“We could still have an interview with them, right? Or I would have to just choose someone from the website like from a catalogue?” he voices his concern as the two of you lie in bed with your laptop propped against your thighs.
“I’m sure we can have an interview,” you smile at him.
Harry just nods, ergo he doesn’t reject the idea, but you can tell he has quite a few doubts about it, but there’s not much you can do.
In the course of three weeks you and Harry have five interviews with nannies that the agency sent and at the end of the day, Harry finds something wrong with all of them, even though they are only minor things.
“You rule out people for the tiniest things, Harry,” you sigh after the fifth interview with a kind middle-aged woman, Kaitlyn. “Based on these interviews you wouldn’t have hired me back in the days,” you joke.
“You know it was different with you,” he points it out and you just nod. He has told you so many times how you were just the perfect fit which is very charming, but it doesn’t help the situation on hand right now.
That evening, when you’re lying in bed, reading, while Harry checks up on Izzy one last time, you see that something is on his chest when he walks in and as soon as he is under the covers next to you, but you don’t ask him, instead just wait for him to bring it up himself.
“Y/N, I’m sorry for being such a pain in the ass about the whole nanny thing,” he sighs tiredly. Closing your book you place it on the nightstand before turning to face him fully.
“You’re not a pain in the ass, just very careful and maybe a little picky,” you add with a soft chuckle.
“Do you think I should be the one staying home with her?”
“Most kids spend the majority of their days separated from their parents in daycare, kindergarten or preschool. It’s not a crime that you are not a stay at home dad, not many like to do that or even fit for that role,” you shrug and it’s your genuine opinion. Just because parents don’t devote one hundred percent of their life to their children, it doesn’t make them bad. Parents deserve to be selfish sometimes.
“I just… I can get so into my head about everything I do wrong,” he sighs, closing his eyes and he seem so tired all of a sudden, like he has been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Brushing his hair out of his forehead you kiss him gently before his eyes open again.
“You’re not doing anything wrong, Harry. Believe me, Izzy is having the best childhood she could ever wish for. She is secure, loved and taken care of. Everything is going well.”
He doesn’t answer, just nods as his arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest and you gladly snuggle into his embrace.
That evening it felt like Harry was shifting in the right direction, but you can never know what really goes on in someone’s head and you couldn’t see what was coming.
A few days later another candidate comes for an interview, you, Harry and the young girl called Rachel sit outside at the terrace as Harry goes through the same questions he asked every other applicant while Izzy is playing around the swing set.
Rachel just finished her bachelor’s and is now taking a gap year before moving back to her hometown to work at her father’s law firm. She grew up with three younger sisters and took care of them most of the time to help her parents out who worked a lot. She is nice, very well educated and it’s clear she is great with children. Yet again, when you glance at Harry you don’t see him as satisfied as you are and you already know he is going to find something against her.
“Alright, so what is it this time?” you sigh once Rachel is gone and you can finally talk openly about her.
“She basically doesn’t have any official knowledge about kids, she just grew up with kids, that doesn’t qualify her as a professional.”
“Raising children is the best knowledge you can get, Harry,” you argue, feeling a little impatient this time. Rachel is perfect for the job, but any other applicants would have been fine too. You’re running out of time and Ruth won’t be able to help much longer.
“I would just be a lot more comfortable if it was a professional staying home with my daughter,” he answers, marching into the kitchen and you follow him.
“There were plenty of professionals between the previous ones as well. You are ruling everyone out!”
“I’m not ruling them out, I’m just trying to make the best decision for my child!”
“By being absolutely insatiable?!”
“Why is it so bad that I want the best choice?” he growls throwing his hands into the air.
“It’s not, but the best choice is not always one without any flaws, Harry,” you point it out, hoping he gets what you’re talking about.
“But I want this to be flawless!” he snaps and you can see that he has lost his patience at this point, but so did you. “I’m not settling for less than what I want, Y/N!”
“So then what? You lied when we talked about all of this? Because without a replacement, I can’t start working more!”
“I didn’t fucking lie, I’m just asking for more time!”
“Well it seems like you just want to push me into changing my mind about switching jobs and eventually say that I’m staying home, taking the blame off of you!”
“I’m not pushing you into anything, Y/N. We still have time until the end of summer, I just want to find the perfect person, give me some time!”
“Harry, there won’t be a perfect person!” you raise your voice, done with running the same circles at this point. “Any of the previous applicants would have taken good care of Izzy, why are you ignoring it?!”
“Stop telling me what to do when it comes to Izzy!” he then snaps, his voice beaming through the room, taking you by surprise. But what he says after this is what really hits you hard in the chest. “She is my daughter, not yours!”
Part of you knows he didn’t mean it the way it came out. Like you had absolutely no relations to Izzy, like you weren’t partially raising her way before you got together with Harry. You can see that it just slipped out in the heat of the moment, but your anger is making you selfish and not care about that anymore. His words hurt and you’ve stopped making excuses for him.
“Yeah, you’re right. Why am I still even here?” you calmly ask before simply turning around and heading out.
The calm but warning tone snaps him out and he is quick to realize he has crossed a line. He launches after you and almost catches you in the hallway when Izzy runs inside, calling out for him.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
Harry stops and turns around to see if she is alright and it gives you just enough time to escape. You rush out of the house and throw yourself into your car, igniting it and driving away as Harry shows up at the front door, calling after you, but you ignore it, making your way to your mom’s. You need a familiar place to calm yourself down at.
Harry tries to call you several times, and though the first few times it rings out, you send his calls to voicemail almost immediately after a while.
“Damn it,” he growls after another failed attempt to reach you. It’s been almost an hour since you stormed out and he is losing his mind, not knowing where you are, especially after what he said.
He regretted it the moment the words fell from his lips, but he knew it was too late. He let his anger bring the worst out of him and it all crashed down on you when you didn’t deserve any of it. Harry knows you’re right, he’s been trying to find something bad about every applicant because… part of him thinks that he is a bad father for not being the one taking care of Izzy all the time. If it wasn’t enough already, he’s been feeling like a failure for years… ever since he lost his wife because he wasn’t ready to commit more time for his family. He’s been dealing with the thought of being the worst father for so long, sometimes he convinces himself it’s the truth.
If I was ready for another baby, Maggie wouldn’t have had to die. If I put my family first, she would still be alive, he tells himself often when he is feeling the darkness clouding over his mind. Little does he know that it’s all just in his head. It doesn’t make him a bad father that he wanted to wait a little longer before having another baby. He never put his work above his family, he was always there when he was needed and made sure his loved ones are safe and taken care of. Never in his life did he ever put his work before Izzy or Maggie or anyone in his life he cared about.
But sometimes, your mind can play dirty tricks on you. And Harry fell for them.
As time is passing by he is growing more and more anxious when he doesn’t hear from you. No calls, no texts, he has no idea where you went or when you’re coming back. Sitting on the edge of the bed he stares out the window blankly before his eyes wander to the side where you usually sleep and it hits him hard when he realizes how eerily similar the situation is.
Following a fight his lover runs away, doesn’t answer his calls and he can’t get a hold of her. It’s like history is repeating itself all over again and as realization creeps up his spine, his throat tightens and he gasps, tears flooding into his eyes. With shaky hands he grabs his phone and dials Niall’s number, hoping he is not out somewhere at a bar, ignoring his phone.
“What’s up?” he answers the phone delightfully.
“Call Heather now and ask if she knows Y/N’s mom’s address,” he snaps immediately frantically.
“Woah, what happened?”
“Niall! Just do what I asked!” he barks and ends the call, giving his friend the chance to obey. Luckily, Niall feels the seriousness of the situation and does as Harry asked. A few minutes later a text arrives to Harry’s phone with the address.
Putting Izzy into the car he speeds down the streets to Gemma’s house who is shocked to see her brother in this state, but she doesn’t have the chance to ask anything as Harry drops Izzy off and asks her to watch her for the night.
“Okay, yeah, but—“
“Not now, Gemma!” he calls back, already running back to his car, heading to your mother’s house where you sought comfort following the fight.
“Not that I don’t like having you here, but you really should go home and talk it out.”
Trevor joins you outside where you’ve been sitting on the steps of the terrace, staring out into the darkening sky. It’s been a few hours since you basically ran away from home and Harry has been blowing your phone up so you put it into airplane mode, sending all his calls to voicemail until you feel like dealing with him.
Trevor sits beside you, his long legs coming up closer to his chest as he sits the same way as you, his arms hug his knees.
“I know, I just… I’m a little tired,” you mumble.
“You don’t have to discuss it, but Harry would want you home for the night, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” you nod breathing out. “Do you think I overreacted?” you ask him, feeling unsure about the way you acted. Was it too much? Did you have the right to do it? You’re not so sure about it anymore.
“Well, he didn’t lie about Izzy not being your daughter,” Trevor huffs. “Though he could have handled the situation better. I get it that he just wants what’s best for her, but you were right too.”
Sitting in silence Trevor doesn’t try to convince you to apologize or keep holding a grudge. He just lets you figure it out all by yourself.
Not long later you go back inside and grabbing your phone from the dining table you decide to turn it back on, missed calls and texts flooding the device, but for your biggest surprise, not just from Harry.
Heather: Niall just called me to get your mom’s address urgently, everything alright?!
“Oh shit,” you gasp, typing a quick reply to assure her that you’re fine and then you open Harry’s text seeing how frantic he grew over time and you realize what it must feel like to him. The situation is way too similar to the way he lost Maggie and though you didn’t mean to hurt him by putting him through it again, it’s already too late.
Just as you are about to call him to let him know you’re fine a car pulls up on the drive way and you know it’s him. You rush out the front door the moment he jumps out of the car, eyes wide, chest heaving as he finally lays his eyes on you.
“Oh my God!” he breaks down in tears as you smash against him, wrapping him in your arms, he does the same, his strong arms circling around your waist tightly as he sobs into your chest painfully.
“I’m fine, everything is alright. I’m fine. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for running away like that,” you mumble, kissing the side of his head, holding him for dear life.
“I was so scared it happened again!” he whimpers, his whole body shaking. You slowly start pulling him until you reach the little front porch where there is a small bench kept next to the front door. You sit and pull him with yourself, he doesn’t even loosens his hold around you, as if you would turn to dust if he lets go of you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it through,” you hum, fingers combing through his hair as you try to calm him down. He is still shaking, but his sobs are starting to die down finally, his hands still fisting your shirt at your waist.
“No, I’m sorry for being such a dick. I didn’t mean it. You are doing so much for Izzy and I, I don’t know what I would do without you!” he whimpers and when he finally lifts his head up, your heart breaks at the painful look in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You were right about everything! Please forgive me!”
“Oh Harry,” you breathe out, the tears already welling in your eyes as you brush his messy curls out of his forehead.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you, what I said was bullshit! Please forgive me, I can’t… I don’t want to lose you, Y/N,” he stutters with one breath and then he adds: “I love you.”
Your lips part as you stare back at him in total awe at his sudden confession. Though it’s been an emotional ride, you weren’t expecting him to drop this bomb on you. A smile cracks on lips as you cup his face in your hands, feeling a hot tear rolling down your cheek.
“I love you too, Harry,” you answer, both of you letting out a relieved chuckle as he finally presses his lips to yours. His kiss tastes salty from both your tears, it’s needy and a little uncoordinated, but it means the world to you at this moment.
Sitting on the little bench you finally talk everything out once you both calm down enough to speak. Harry admits that he’s been so picky about the nannies because he is still struggling to be the best father he can and is reminded of being alone in this every time he faces a struggle. It constantly reminds him that he is supposed to have his partner with him, solving everything together, but now he is on his own and has to provide the best possible life for Izzy.
“Harry… you’re not alone,” you breathe out, heart aching for the man you love with everything in you. “And I’m not only talking about myself. Your mom, Gemma, Niall, even Saige, Ava and Linda are always happy to help you out with everything. If Maggie was still here, it wouldn’t be just the two of you. Raising a child needs a whole village,” you chuckle softly. “But if you want a partner in it… I’m here. And I really mean it. I see a future with you, I want to be part of your family, of course, only if you let me.” Reaching over your hand finds his on his lap and you squeeze it gently as he looks at you, his expression still a little torn, but it’s not as painful as it was when he arrived.
“I would love to have you be part of my family, Y/N.”
It’s like a rock is lifted off your chest upon hearing his reassuring words. This is all you ever wanted, have a partner in life who is willing to build a future together with you and Harry is offering you just that.
You stay on that old little bench for so long, you don’t even realize how late it has gotten, only when your mom shows up at the door, wearing her nightgown and a fluffy robe.
“Don’t want to bother, but do you want to spend the night? Just asking if I should get you some extra pillows and blankets…”
“Oh! Um, no. We are going home, but thank you mom,” you smile tiredly, noticing it’s nearing midnight now.
Harry stands from next to you and as he steps to your mother you realize they haven’t even met. Harry stands tall in front of your mom, but you notice the nervous flash in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even have the time to introduce myself,” he mumbles with a nervous chuckle. Your mom blushes, most likely finding your boyfriend quite handsome though you already showed pictures of him to her. “I’m Harry,” he says, holding out a hand.
“Oh, no worries! I’m Tina!” she smiles charmingly as they shake hands.
“Nice to meet you, Tina.”
“I know we should have probably had a better introduction, but we’ll come around some other time under better circumstances,” you chuckle softly as you stand up from the bench too.
You say goodbye to Trevor and your mom and finally head home. Harry tries to convince you to ride back in his car, but you don’t want to leave yours here, so you tell him it’s going to be fine. Both of you arrive in one piece and you only realize that Izzy is nowhere to be found when you walk into the house.
“Dropped her off at Gemma’s. I’ll have to explain a lot of things to my sister tomorrow, but it can wait,” he chuckles softly before his hands reach out to you, grabbing your waist gently as he pulls you closer to him. “I’m so sorry for tonight, Y/N.”
“Hey, we agreed that no more apologizing,” you remind him of the deal you made earlier. “It’s all in the past.”
Harry nods, huffing through his nose before leaning down he kisses you softly, as if you were some kind of fragile artwork that needs to be handled with so much care.
“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, his eyes barely open under his thick lashes.
“I love you too,” you smile back, your hands coming to rest at the base of his neck.
“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he chuckles lowly, making you laugh too.
“Good, because I’ll be saying it a lot.”
“Perfect.”
“Stop picking on your lip!” you warn Harry when you catch him fidgeting with his bottom lip. He wouldn’t admit, but he is surely nervous as the two of you are waiting for Izzy to join you downstairs. She just got home from the zoo with Gemma, they had an amazing day together, but it had a purpose. You needed her to be looked after while you went to the doctor. It was your first ultrasound since the time you went to see if you’re really pregnant or the tests just fooled you, but it was one hundred percent legit. You were indeed pregnant.
You and Harry got married a few weeks before Izzy turned six. She was the cutest little flower girl in the small ceremony held at the backyard of your own home. Both of you agreed that you don’t want anything big and flashy, just an intimate little wedding with your close family and friends. It’s been two months of being husband and wife and it’s almost completely sure the little baby growing now in your tummy was conceived on your wedding night…
You’ve been keeping it a secret, wanting to tell Izzy first before sharing the news with your friends and family.
“Do you want to talk first or do I do it?” Harry asks in a whisper, as if Izzy could hear anything from upstairs.
“I have a feeling you wouldn’t be able to get a word out so I’ll take the lead, if you don’t mind,” you chuckle softly and Harry doesn’t argue.
He has been such a nerve wreck thinking about telling Izzy that she is going to be a big sister. These past years she has dealt so well with processing everything about the situation with her mom, you and the idea of her dad having a new wife. You felt like she was a little confused at the beginning, but once you had an actual, mature talk with her, answered all her questions, you could see things shift to place in that cute little head of hers. Now she knows what it means that her mom passed and how you came into the picture. This is why you have no doubt she’ll take the news well, but Harry is still afraid she might flip.
Little feet tap against the floor somewhere upstairs and then Izzy runs down the stairs, joining you at the dining table.
“What’s the surprise?” she asks in excitement. You told her you have a surprise for her when she arrived and now she is pumped for whatever is coming.
“Izzy, you know how Zac has a little brother, right?” you ask, smoothly starting the discussion.
“Yes! His name is Jeremy!”
“Yeah. So Jeremy is a little younger than Zac, they are siblings. Zac’s parents wanted to have more than just one kids and so they decided to have Jeremy.”
“Mrs. Rumbald had him in her belly!” she explains cleverly. The topic of babies has already came up earlier, so now she has an idea of what really happens when a couple decides to have a baby.
“Exactly,” you nod smiling. “You know how your daddy and I are now married, right? We talked about what it meant.” Izzy nods, glancing at her father who is sitting beside you, sweating his balls off even though it’s going smoothly. “Married couples often decide to have babies. This is what your dad and I did too and now there is a baby in my belly too. That means that you’re going to have a little brother or sister soon.”
Izzy blinks a few times, processing your words before her face lights up with excitement as she gasps.
“Can I play with her?” she asks, making you and Harry laugh.
“Might be a boy, baby,” Harry chimes in.
“Okay, then can I play with him or her?” she corrects herself.
“Well, you have to be careful with newborn babies, but I’m sure she or he will love to play with you!”
“What’s it gonna be called?” she asks her next question.
“We don’t know that yet. But you can suggest names if you want to,” Harry offers.
“Can it be Elsa if it’s a girl?” she immediately suggests and you smile at her first thought. Of course she says Elsa, she is going through her mandatory Frozen obsession like every other kid at her age.
“We’ll put it on the list,” you tell her. “Do you want to see a picture of the baby?”
“You can take pictures of the inside of your belly?” she asks with a confused look.
“Well, not with a camera like the ones I use,” you explain as you place the black and white, messy picture of the tiny baby in front of her. She grabs it and starts inspecting it as if it was some kind of puzzle and you can tell she is having a hard time making out where the actual baby is. “That’s right there. It’s still tiny and has to grow a lot,” you tell her, pointing at the right splotch in the picture.
“Can I keep this picture?” she asks smiling up at you sweetly. “I want to put it to my wall!”
A while ago Harry has gotten her a huge frame right above her bed that has wires running across it with tiny clips attached. You’ve gifted her her favorite polaroids from your stack you’ve collected through the years, most of them featuring the three of you. It’s touching to know that she wants her little sibling there already.
“Of course!” you breathe out, touched by the idea.
You follow her up into her room and while she stands on the bed, you put the sonogram next to a photo that was taken of her and Harry on her sixth birthday.
“Can I tell my friends at school that I’m going to have a brother or sister?” she asks, still standing on the bed so now she is almost as tall as you are.
“Um…” glancing over at the door your eyes meet Harry’s who just shrugs, letting you know it’s up to you. “I guess you can, yes.”
“Thank you!” she beams, throwing her little arms around your neck as she hugs you tight and you return it gladly. “Can I watch some TV, please?” she asks with an angelic look she knows you can never resist.
“Yeah, but only for an hour,” you tell her as she jumps in victory before climbing off the bed. Running to the door she gives Harry a hug before disappearing down the hallway. Harry walks in, a proud and soft smile tugging on his lips as he steps to you, his hands finding your waist. He pulls you against his hard chest, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
“This went well, right?” he asks.
“Yeah, you were such a big help, sitting there in silence,” you chuckle teasing him.
“But you handled it so good, baby. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he smirks and you just roll your eyes at him before circling your arms around his neck.
“Uh-huh, sure,” you smirk. “So… are you ready to be a daddy again?” you ask him with a shy smile.
“Technically, I never stopped being a daddy,” he points out. “The real question is, are you ready to become a mommy?” he asks turning it back to you.
“I’m… a little nervous, but very excited. I think I’m ready,” you nod smiling.
“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright,” he hums, kissing into your hair.
“Wow, when did you become the emotional support in this relationship?” you tease him and he just rolls his eyes.
“Learned from the best,” he nudges his nose against yours before kissing you softly. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” you smile against his lips, thinking about how long the two of you have become since you first met and you are happy you got to be the person who taught Harry how to love and be loved again.
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The Sun And Moon (Pete Davidson x Reader)
Heyyyyyy besties! So I'm back with another white boy of the month. I would like to warn you that this will be mentioning Pete's BPD and the reader will be mentioned as somebody that has had traumatic experiences however i am not mentioning what does that imply so don't worry about it. Other than that I hope you enjoy!
Being with Pete was almost a gift and a curse, you were so different yet so alike. The ultimate example of twinflames, the yin and yang. If someone had to describe what you two were like was that (y/n) was like the sun, a warm personality with kindness and such just overall this untouchable beauty from inside and out, also she adores to be under the sun, Pete sometimes found her as she laid on the floor next to her cat just so she can enjoy the warm rays, sometimes she would have her crystals (Pete called them "magic rocks") which Pete found so adorable, also as the weather got warmer she got happier.
Pete was the moon, a little bit more moody, mysterious, yet alluring, he intrigued anyone that was around him. Unlike (y/n) Pete was a night owl, he liked late night drives, staying up all night just smoking weed and watching movies, he liked the silence that the nightfall brought, he felt more at peace with the idea of relaxing and enjoying the darkness that others feared. Many times (y/n) woke up in the middle of the night and found him on her balcony, just sitting there and enjoying the view.
People around them brought up that comparison so much that they even got it as a couples tattoo, (y/n) got the sun behind her ear and Pete got the moon on his left middle finger cause he found it funny. However the curse was that they had to learn how to be around one another, yes they had similarities but they weren't quite the same situations.
Pete was a comedian, (y/n) was an author, both of them had to sometimes sit their ass down and think of something to write, but the circumstances were different.
"Baby I'm here"
Pete said as he shut the door of (y/n)'s apartment, dropping his pair of keys on the bowl that she had conveniently placed on a piece of furniture right next to her front door. Pete waited for an answer while taking off his shoes, (y/n) liked structure and she was a very neat person, another thing Pete had to learn, he wasn't dirty but he was a tad bit of messy so when he was at her apartment (which basically had become his also) he was careful with how he did things.
Silence greeted him back, he sucked in his teeth as he realized exactly why this was happening. (Y/n) had mentioned that she was writing the second book of her fantasy novel and she was in a bit of a writer's block, she had so many fresh ideas however when it came to writing them down sometimes her mind just wouldn't co operate and she just couldn't get it down in a way that she found right. He left the take out food on the small coffee table and continued to walk towards her bedroom.
There she was, slightly laying back on her leather chair with her laptop in front of her, just staring at her screen and occasionally pressing a few buttons. The door was somewhat open so he could take a good look at her, her hair was down, she was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt she had accidentally spilled bleach on so now it was a house shirt and no socks, she hated wearing socks. Pete knocked on the semi closed door to get her attention.
"Oh I didn't hear you come in"
"I figured, what are you doing here babe?"
"Regretting my decision on signing the contract for a second book"
She mumbled when Pete approached her and leaned down to press several kisses on her neck and cheeks. (Y/n) smiled and enjoyed the feeling of comfort he brought her before shaking her head and pulling away from him.
"I need to finish this chapter"
"What you need to do is eat, I'm pretty sure you skipped breakfast"
She knew he was right, that's why she didn't respond so she just kept on staring at her laptop screen, hoping that miraculously an idea will come to her head. She deeply appreciated his concern but she felt the pressure of her publicist that called everyday to ask about the book, today was one of the few days she chose to not pick up the phone. Pete once again was met with silence although that didn't stop him from placing his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage.
"Come on sunshine, you can take a break and clear your head"
"Pete I have to write thousands of pages in a short amount of time, it's not just fucking punchlines"
Pete's face made a sour expression at her jab. It did sting a little bit yet he tried to understand that she was just overwhelmed with the responsibility of delivering on time. He took a deep breath before patting her on the head and turning away from her.
"I'll be in the living room"
For some time she felt relieved that he left so she could refocus, however after a few moments when she started to see her reflection on the screen she started to realize what she had done which was awful. She felt so bad that she had to shut down the screen and close her laptop so she wouldn't look at herself, she spoke in such a disregarding manner that she felt disgusted. With tears already clouding her eyes she got up and found Pete watching TV, the take out in front of him and it didn't take long for her to notice that he had bought her favorite making her feel even worse. She stood in front of the TV and Pete looked in her eyes and smiled.
"I'm sorry"
Her voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. Pete's smiled dropped when he saw a year escaping and heard her whimpering voice, he immediately got up from the couch and went to hug her.
"Its okay sunshine"
"No it's not, I didn't mean it I swear"
"I know baby"
"I'm just so… stressed"
She said and let herself relax in his arms as she wrapped hers around his torso, feeling the warmth of his engulf her. His scent went to her nose making her feel safe in his arms as the tears stained his sweatshirt. Pete started rubbing her back to help her let out her emotions, he knew how emotional (y/n) was and he found it cute how she feels like cry no matter what the situation was, she had happy tears, angry tears, sad tears, she saw a dog tears, attending a wedding tears, he didn't mind it though on the contrary he liked that she was able to express her emotions with no fear.
"I understand baby, it did sting a bit though, you know how much I love my work"
"I know, I wasn't thinking when I said it which is wrong"
They had agreed that they wouldn't do the "it's ok" type of shit, they preferred to actually say when something either hurt them or bothered them so they can have clear boundaries with one another, it was one of the best decisions they could have ever made, it was one of the strongest foundations they had for their relationship. (Y/n) looked at him and Pete immediately went to wipe her tears, before pressing a kiss on her forehead.
"I'm sorry"
"I accept your apology. Are you feeling better now?"
"A little bit. Thank you for forgiving me and I will try to do my best to not repeat that behavior"
She responded, her voice now was more steady and clear. Setting boundaries between them and being clear about the behavior that is acceptable was something they had established early in the relationship, Pete was diagnosed with BPD and (y/n) had trauma from past experiences so they had agreed to see a couple's therapist in order for them to move on with their relationship in a healthy manner, so things like "it's ok" or "you know I didn't mean it that way" were unacceptable, taking accountability for their actions and having the humility to apologize was their key to success.
Pete's smile reappeared and now gave her a kiss on her lips, making (y/n) get a bit of a shiver down her spine. Their kisses always felt so strong, like energy passing through one to the other, it was such a magical experience to them.
"Are we good?"
"Yes, now take a seat and I'll microwave your food"
"Wow, Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you"
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