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1) Addressed To The Fire | Explicit | 9085 words
“Would you have come,” Harry says after a few seconds, voice levelled. A part of Louis wants him to snap — wants him to be the first one to raise his voice, because if there’s one thing he will never, ever do, is give anyone the satisfaction of saying he’s the one that starts the fights, “if I had invited you?”
No, Louis’ mind replies immediately, I wouldn’t have.
2) Falling Down For You | Explicit | 14750 words
If there was an alpha that Louis wanted to call his, it would be Harry. But what happens when an arranged marriage, a hungry press, and doubts get in the way?
3) Lean On My Shoulder (I See Myself With You) | Explicit | 19540 words
Speaking of the views, there was someone on his balcony. The sun was still setting, making this person look even more ethereal. They seemed to be at content at being alone. Harry watched as they watered the plants, they certainly didn't look like they were amongst the help.
Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to invade this stranger's quiet time; the Prince could be selfish sometimes.
4) Promise Me You Won't Run Away | Explicit | 23128 words
“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.
“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”
“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.
“Come distract me, then.”
5) (Summer Is Over) And I Wanna Leave You Satisfied | Explicit | 25031 words
On the very last night of his summer break in London, Louis Tomlinson hooks up with a hot guy. When he gets back home, his roommates tell him that they're going to be getting a new roommate. Said roommate? The same hot guy he hooked up with back in London: Harry Styles, who's looking for a quiet place to go to school and just wants to keep his head down. Funny how he keeps getting noticed, though....
6) What Our Souls Were Meant To Do | Mature | 34106 words
All Harry’s father wants is for his son to marry as soon as possible and give their family another heir. All Harry wants to do is fall in love.
7) Now I Think That I Could Love You Back | Explicit | 42255 words
“I do not care if she banishes me to my chambers for a month or the rest of the year, you two must see reason,” Louis protests, feeling a minor fit coming on. “He is nothing but an insufferable, cocky, cloddish, pitiful excuse for an Alpha, and he deserves to live the rest of his days in solitary, not me.”
“My, my, what an array of abuse. I surely would loath to be this inadequate excuse of an Alpha you speak of, but alas I cannot relate to possessing such deficiency,” a honey-glazed voice drips out from behind Louis, and the omega can feel the steam pouring over, ready to burst out of his already flushed ears.
8) Don’t Want No Other Shade Of Blue | Explicit | 43230 words
Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.
“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.
“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”
“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”
9) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46170 words
A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.
10) Tastes Like Summer, Smiles Like May | Explicit | 47519 words
A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.
11) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55795 words
For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find.
He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him.
Everything changes when Harry disappears.
12) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57077 words
A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared.
Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate.
‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand.
“Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”
13) I’ve Got You | Explicit | 62988 words
As a reward for saving the king’s life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis’ hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.
14) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64602 words
Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.
15) Where They Glow | Explicit | 70519 words
A Tangled AU where Louis dreams, Harry runs, and the sun prince has been missing for almost nineteen years.
16) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76174 words
Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.
17) Bless the Day Our Heartbeats Aligned | Explicit | 97454 words
The one where after years of being gone, Knight Harry returns to his best friend only to find out that Louis is betrothed to another.
18) Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire) | Mature | 119264 words
Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis has a limited amount to time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs.
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Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
A/N: Trust me, this one has less of Sarah. Some, but way less. Promise.
Warnings: Some language, alcohol consumption, jealousy
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CHAPTER 15 -
I'M WATCHING YOU LIKE THIS, IMAGINING YOU'RE MINE
Jan 21st, 2015
The past week has been full of meetings and smug looks from Sarah. It has actually made it easier to get back to having control over your emotions. You feel like you can handle it now.
:liam: hi darling
:you: payno!
:liam: tommo and i are in town now
:you: yay!
:liam: want to go for drinks tomorrow?
:you: yes please
:liam: bring the girls
:you: send me the details of when and where
~~~~~
Jan 22nd, 2015
Against your personal preference, you let Sarah know about the bar invite. You're not going to be petty, or decide who can and cannot hang out with the guys. You're not a big fan of hers but you figure you'll have others to talk to.
"Ryan said he is coming, right?" Natalie asks.
"Yeah. He said he'd meet up with us after work." You respond.
You are wearing a white t-shirt with a leopard logo on the front in black. You've paired it with an extra long black blazer jacket that ends just above the hemline of the gold sequin shorts you've got on. You add some black boots, roll up the sleeves of the blazer, add some gold bracelets, and you feel sexy as hell.
"Well, with the outfit you're wearing, someone will be… cumming… for sure…" She winks.
"You're actually gross." You laugh.
"Come on Y/N, I think he's being so patient." She whines.
"Why do I have to get with him? He knows I just had a breakup. You seem to have forgotten, but he knows."
"He likes you. I just thought it could be something more." She shrugs.
"I don't know. Not now."
~~~~~
You, Natalie, and Levi arrive at the club. Again, you're allowed to take advantage of the 'One Direction perks' you've acquired and walk right in.
You're taken to a private alcove on the back side of the large, open club, seeing Liam and Louis sitting in the booth with Jade and a few of their other friends.
You give everyone hugs and Louis calls out "looking good, love" as he motions you over.
"Replay!" You shout back, amusing yourself by using one of their own pranks against him.
He rolls his eyes. "Looking good, love."
You walk over, slide into the booth next to him, and he waves down a waitress to take your drink order.
"Right, what'll you have?" He asks.
"Margarita please." He nods, gives your order to the waitress, and sits down next to you.
"How's it going?" He asks.
"Good, the meetings have been… packed with details, so I'm ready for the tour to start. You?"
"Yeah, yeah, ready. Are… you gonna be alright with it? With everyone?"
"I'm fine. I'm there to do my job, I'm an intern, nothing more." You assure him.
"You're our friend too Y/N/N."
"Damn, guess I have two jobs now." You joke, and he pokes your side. You know what he means. Those guys are your buddies. Your friends. You love them.
Your drinks arrive and you both take a couple of sips.
"I'm 'appy you're still coming."
"I wouldn't miss it. I can't miss it, it's my job, but I wouldn't miss it either. I guess I love you guys." You smile.
Louis is easy to be around and likes to keep the mood light, and you find yourself laughing and laughing until your stomach hurts. You order another margarita then chat with Liam for a bit, asking about Sophia and his family. You dance around in your group's little alcove with Jade. It's fun. It's been a fun night so far.
The vibes are dimmed when you see Sarah walk in through the front door. She starts to walk over towards the table but is distracted by something near the bar. Your eyes follow as she makes her way over and stops right in front of Mr. Harry Styles, who suddenly shifts his staring from (what looked like) your group over to her.
[How long has he been here?]
You check the time on your phone to gauge when Ryan will arrive, and notice that Harry had sent you a text.
:harry: can we please talk over here real quick?
It was sent half an hour ago, which means he had been standing over there for at least that long. He had been waiting over there, hanging back and away from the group, waiting for you to even just see the message.
You start to feel a little bad. Just a little. He has been a major asshole lately, so you are a bit pissed off, but maybe he wanted to at least be cordial with each other tonight. That could help make things easier on tour too.
:you: sorry. we can still talk real quick if you want
You look over and see him subtly check his text. His head darts in your direction, darts back down to his phone as he nods, and then lifts back up to Sarah as she continues to talk.
You slam down the rest of your drink and make your way to the bar, using the empty glass as a reason to be over there.
"Hey guys." You say, as you reach the counter and motion the bartender for another.
Sarah is leaning against the counter and her back is towards you. She partially turns around to acknowledge you with just a sound, and then turns back to Harry.
"Hey Y/N." Harry replies. "Oh, actually Y/N, I need to… talk to you about some of the outfits we had picked… back at that X-Factor gig."
You look at him, puzzled. "Okay... now?"
"Yeah, b'fore I forget." He replies, just staring at you. You realize he is trying to suggest that you talk in private, and hint for Sarah to leave. But she doesn't move, just sips on her drink.
[Does she not get it, or just not want to?]
"Where should we…?" You point around, pretending to look for a place to chat.
"Here's fine, won't take long." Harry replies, glancing at Sarah.
"Okay." [For fucks sake Sarah…]
"Sarah, can you grab a spot at the booth, this'll take a minute then I'm headed over there." He finally suggests, and she sombers over to the group.
You watch him as he watches her walk away. It's not clear if he is making sure she is out of earshot, or if he is checking her out as she leaves.
But you find yourself taking the moment to admire his face. The angle of his jaw, the stubble he has been trying to grow out, the comforting sea-foam green of his eyes, the way his curly hair is now hitting just below his shoulders, and how he looks like he is on the verge of either a frown or a smile.
You catch yourself before you whimper at the thought of missing all of it.
He breaks his glance and places it on you. He uses his whole chest and shoulders as he lets out a huge sigh.
"Hi." He starts, as he musters a smile and shifts his gaze to the ground. "I… umm… I really don't know what I wanted to say, if I'm honest."
"It's not about the outfits… is it?" You state.
He clears his throat, "no."
[Is he nervous? He's still cute when he's nervous]
"I can come back later…" you offer.
"No, umm…" he frowns and his gaze slowly makes its way back up to you, stopping quickly where that one piece of special jewelry lays at the base of your neck. His frown softens. He looks up but his attention quickly shifts to something behind you, and his frown reappears.
"Nevermind." He sighs.
It's your turn to frown. You swear he really wanted to say something and you swear that his tone was gentle, and friendly. But now his demeanor has shifted.
Suddenly, you feel someone's shoulder bump up against you.
"Hey punk." You turn to see Ryan now at your side. "Hey man, I'm Ryan, didn't get to introduce myself the other day." He reaches to shake Harry's hand.
"I'm Harry."
"Nice to meet you man." He smiles.
"You too, mate."
Ryan looks at you then back at Harry. "Is this one rocking it as a stylist, or what?
"She's actually the best one." Harry admits, looking down at the ground for a minute before meeting your eyes again with a disappointed expression. "I'm gonna head to the booth, maybe we can go over… those style options… later." He walks away.
Ryan orders a drink and turns towards you again, interrupting your befuddled gaze as you watch Harry head over to the group.
"He seems like a nice dude." Ryan states.
"Yeah." You snap your attention back to him. "They're all pretty cool and down-to-earth, considering how ridiculously famous they are." You admit. "They are my best friends, actually."
"That's really cool. Who's your favorite?" He chuckles.
"I can't answer that!" You gently hit his arm. "It's Niall." You laugh.
Ryan's drink comes and he starts making his way to the group, but you let him know you're going to grab another margarita.
[This is your fourth one…]
As you wait for your drink, you lean against the bar, realizing that this whole situation is making it a bit harder to control your emotions than you thought it would. He hurt you, but you care about him, and you miss him. And then there's all the bullshit with Sarah. It's so messy.
[Are you actually going to be able to handle this?]
Natalie sneaks up next to you. "Hey honey, we need some air, wanna come?'
"Yes please." You look up and see that Jade is with her. You grab your fresh drink and follow them out to a small patio on the side of the club building. The three of you sit at a table in the back corner.
"So… is it me or is Sarah just on another level of annoying now?" Jade asks.
You and Natalie laugh.
"Girl, it's frustratingly comical at this point.' Natalie states.
"What's gotten into her?" Jade asks.
"It's more about what hasn't gotten into her… or who hasn't gotten into her…"
Natalie busts up laughing and you two join.
"She's so vain." Jade states. "But doesn't… well, doesn't Harry like you, Y/N?"
"What?!"
She throws her hands up in defense. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry. It just seemed like he would walk through fire for you or something."
You can only try and clear the lump in your throat.
"Yeah… well…" you shrug.
"Ryan seems really nice though." She adds.
"He is. He's a good friend."
"You're not dating him?"
"No, she's not." Natalie chimes in. "And I don't know why…"
You roll your eyes and your phone buzzes.
:harry: where'd you go?
:harry: can we talk now?
:you: i needed some air
:harry: can i meet ya out there?
:you: sure
You look up at Natalie, who has seen you texting. You motion your head to the door and she stands up. "Jade, wanna see if we can score some free drinks from that bartender you thought was cute?"
"Absolutely!" Jade giggles then looks at you.
"Go, girl. I need a minute to myself anyway. Bit tipsy I guess." You wave to the door and as they walk in, Harry walks out. You hear Jade chuckle as the door closes.
"Hello again." He slightly smiles, as he sits down.
"Hi." You reciprocate. "So, what's up?"
He sighs. It takes him a minute to say anything, but he throws his hair up in a small bun and starts talking.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry I was rude."
"Okay. I forgive you."
"Just like that?"
"Yeah, just like that." You assure him.
"Umm… okay."
"I love my job Harry, and I want to keep doing it, so I'm moving past it."
"Right. Professionalism."
"Exactly. Back to business." You add.
"So, we're alright then?"
"Yeah. I don't want tension on the tour, I'm sure you don't either. So let's just…"
"Be friends?" He asks, hopeful.
"Let's… let's just start with a friendly work environment first, okay?." You reply.
His head lowers, but he nods. "Yeah, I can do that." He sighs. "I… I just miss you."
"Don't do that, Harry."
"M'sorry. I… I just… I do." He whimpers slightly as he shakes his head.
"If this is gonna be too difficult then-"
"No!" He cuts you off, and quiets his tone. "No, you love this job. I don't want to keep you from… from doing what you love. I don't mind having you around." He pauses. "I'll keep it professional."
[Wait, why did that hurt a little bit?]
"Sounds good to me."
"Can I just say one more thing?" He mildly pleads.
"What's that?"
"You look really, really pretty."
[Nope. Nope. No blushing. Nope.]
~~~~~
Jan 23rd, 2015
You wake up with your head in a daze. Partially from the multiple margaritas, and partly because of how the night played out. You are thankful that it ended cordially, at least between you and Harry. Once Sarah saw you and Harry walk back inside together, she just continued to stare daggers at you and also ramped up the flirting. But you and Harry were both able to enjoy the rest of the night around each other, even exchanging smiles if you were involved in the same conversation. It was nice. You didn't let it bring your walls down, of course, but it was nice.
You lounge around in bed and open up social media. Twitter is flooded with photos of Liam, Louis, and Harry from the night before. Obviously you know their celebrity status, but it still manages to surprise you at how a simple night out at the club can end up plastered all over the internet. You don't really notice it when it's happening, or you are at least not bothered by it, because you are just living in those moments.
You notice that you are in some, laughing with Louis, or just talking with Liam. You didn't even know the photos were taken, and you really don't even care. However, you do feel some relief seeing that there are not any of you and Harry having your little chat out on the secluded patio. He would probably feel relieved, considering how he reacted the last time the paparazzi snapped some shots of you with Liam and Sophia.
~~~~~
It's been another relaxing day, which you are taking advantage of, since you'll be flying all over the world in a few weeks. After dinner, you take a nice long shower and settle into bed right before your phone rings.
:harry: hi pretty girl!
:you: it's jeff's party tonight isn't it?
:harry: yup! why?
:you: are you drunk?
:harry: it's hard to tell
:you: it's really not
:you: just… go have fun bud
:harry: okay, call ya later
:you: no harry don't
[What is going on in that kid's brain?]
You lay down. You remember feeling hurt, you remember breaking up, and you remember him being a total asshole about two weeks ago. Yet you can't help but to smile at the thought of him wanting to text you when he's been drinking, of him missing you that much, of how cute he is when he does it.
[No, what is wrong with you? This can't happen again. At least keep your distance, keep it at a friend's level and nothing else.]
You shake off the thoughts. You've done so well putting the pieces of your heart back together already and guarding it again. You don't want to undo that progress. You snuggle under the blankets, close your eyes, and let your mind drift off.
~~~~~
You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing, again. It's completely dark out and you fumble around to find your phone on the bed. You growl as you see that the clock says it's 2 am. You answer the phone with a whisper.
"H- hello?"
"Hey love."
"Harry? It's 2am."
"M'sorry."
"Are you okay?"
"I… I just miss you."
"Where are you?"
"At home. Will you come over?"
"What? No."
"Do you miss me too?"
"I… it's just…."
"You don't miss me."
"Harry, this isn't fair."
"No, it's not. Now you have him…"
"Him, who?"
"That Ryan guy."
"We can't do this."
"He likes you."
"Okay. We can't do this."
"I want it to be me."
"Harry. Stop."
"I fucking hate this Y/N."
"Please, stop."
"I hate that he gets to be with you."
"Knock it off."
"Every time I see you, I miss you more."
"Harry. Please, stop. This is mean."
"Fuck... I just fucked it up again."
"I should go."
"I'm so so sorry."
"Goodni-"
~~~~~
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Baby Fever**
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Happy early Valentines Day! This is smutty and fluffy!
Y/N and Harry were at that age where people started asking those questions about the future. When would they be ready to settle? Why were they waiting to get married? Did he have an engagement ring picked out? And the most common wave of questions from nosy individuals always involved kids. Were they thinking about kids? How many did they want to have? Had they tried to have a kid? In a way, it made Y/N’s stubborn nature flare up and to just be extreme in her responses to these questions.
But nearly all of Harry’s closest friends had kids. Mitch & Sarah, Ben, James, Tom, Louis, Liam. And he had quite a few nieces and nephews. Y/N was in a similar boat. She was actually the last of her friends that wasn’t married or had kids. It wasn’t that she didn’t want that, it just wasn’t a good time yet. She was working her way up in the editorial world, her articles were finally getting more attention. With that attention, more opportunities came about and on top of that she was dating Harry Styles. He was at the peak of his prime. He had broadened his horizons significantly and anything with name was practically guaranteed success. He was only 28 and she was only 27, younger by nearly a year. Point being that they had really bright futures ahead of them and putting a stop to that seemed counterproductive.
“Hey, what’s going on in there?” Harry’s calming voice pulled her from her thoughts.
“Nothing important…” she mumbled and he pressed a kiss to her forehead before moving around the kitchen island and to make himself an espresso, “Just my aunt Cindy and her intrusive questions about us making babies.” She scoffed and he chuckled.
“Your aunt’s interest in our sex life is a little unsettling.” He glanced to her sideways and she laughed softly.
“Tell me about it, babe. You know what was waiting in my email this morning?” She asked with an amused grin on her lips and he bit his lip before urging her on to proceed with a little nod, “Improve Chance of Conceiving - Best Positions to Get Pregnant, Sex Positions to Help You Get Pregnant, Best Positions to Get Pregnant Fast & Easy… should I continue?” She laughed and he chuckled as he continued making his espresso.
“She is relentless.” He shook his head, “You know last time we saw her she asked me if I knew what my sperm count was.” He said glancing over his shoulder and Y/N’s face scrunched up in disbelief.
“She did not!” He nodded and Y/N shook her head, “She needs to lay off.” She mumbled, “I already talked to my dad about it, to tell my uncle to ask her to back off. I’m sorry about her.”
“S’Okay, we all have those people in our families.” He assured and she shook her head none the less, “Did you ummm… read any of those by any chance?” He asked and she shook her head.
“No, of course not.” She said with a scoff and he cleared his throat as he placed the little espresso cup beside her, “Thanks by the way.” She hummed and looked up at him and he just leaned down and kissed her lips quickly.
“Of course.” He hummed before turning back to presumably make himself some espresso, “Well I would think it’s worth looking into… about the sex positions, I mean.” He said.
“You’re probably right. Just to make sure we’re not risking anything.” She mumbled as she continued working on her laptop.
“Uhhh, exactly.” He mumbled and she glanced up at his tone of voice.
“Hey, you OK?” She asked and he turned back to her and nodded.
“Yeah, just remembered about an email from Jeffrey that I needed to respond to ASAP. Completely forgot about it until we started talking about emails.” He said and she nodded, not really buying it, “I should go check.” He said and she nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll finish up your espresso and take it over to your office.” She said with a smile.
“Thanks, baby.”
“Mhmmm.” She hummed before he rushed off.
Harry hurried into his office and turned on his computer, logging in promptly and opening up his email. He hadn’t lied about Jeffrey’s email, just about the urgency of it. He intended to look up these articles that aunt Cindy had sent Y/N. But then he saw an email from aunt Cindy herself. The subject read “In case Y/N ignores me” and he smiled and clicked it open and sure enough, there were all the articles she had mentioned. She probably didn’t read them but he sure did and all they said was that sex in general was the best thing to do to get pregnant. Along with missionary and a pillow to tilt back the cervix - which everyone knows - and well, he and Y/N actually really liked that one because he just reached places that made him lose his mind and her too.
The truth was the pressure was getting to Harry, but not in a negative way. He loved kids, he always knew he would want one, but just being around all his friends’ kids made him want to join the club. He knew it wasn’t a good time for him or for Y/N, so they were really responsible with contraception methods. But it was an inevitable human urge to want to have that with the person you loved most. He had baby fever, he really did. Y/N never seemed to caught up in these things and he even started to wonder if she had changed her mind about kids.
“Baby, your espresso.” He heard through the door before she opened it up. He smiled up at her before exiting out of the article as she made her way to his desk.
“Thanks, honey.” He smiled as she set it down and he let out a sigh before turned back to his desktop.
“Hey, what’s going on?” She asked with a concerned tone and he shook his head before looking at her with creased brows.
“Nothing, baby. I’m alright.” He said.
“Don’t do that, H. Ever since I told you about my aunt Cindy’s shit you’ve gotten weird. If you think I brought it up to… pressure you or t-”
“No, no, angel. That’s not it at all.” He assured and she bit her lip before continuing.
“Then what is it?” She asked with worry laced into her question and he sighed before looking into her eyes.
“It’s umm… quite the opposite actually,” he said and her eyebrows creased further in confusion, “I ummm…” he sighed, “I think I have baby fever.” He said and her eyes widened in surprise, “Obviously, it’s not a good time for either of us.” He said quickly, “And we’re… careful, but I mean, don’t you ever just want to fast forward to when it’s finally a good time? You don’t wonder what it’ll be like when we’re finally ready?” He asked and she rolled her lips against each other to stop the grin that was threatening to break out on her lips, “What?” He asked when he saw her reaction and she just let the grin take over her face.
“Are you saying that you want to fuck me as if you were trying to get me pregnant?” She asked and he sighed and shrugged.
“Yeah, I think so.” He accepted and she grinned.
“Well, I’m down to try… we can pretend a bit.” She said and he smiled softly at her.
“Yeah?” He asked and she nodded.
“Sure.” She said, “Well, have fun with your emails. I’ll be upstairs watching a movie.” She said before heading out of his office and leaving him alone.
He sat there for a few minutes, trying to get things done and eventually just pushed himself up off of his chair and decided he would be following her up to their room. He stepped inside and saw her already cozied up with the TV on. Her eyes met his and signaled him to come over with a motion of her head as she pulled the covers back to let him in and he immediately scooted in beside her and went in for a kiss. Y/N hummed in surprise as he crawled over her.
“I wanna pretend right now.” He mumbled against her lips and she nodded as his tongue rolled into her mouth and she moaned, hugging him closer to her body. His lips started trailing down her neck, “Imagine it, you give me a call in the middle of the day because the window of opportunity is in that moment.” He mumbled against her heated skin, “Fuck, I would drop anything and anyone to get to you, baby.” She moaned as her skin broke out in goosebumps at his words and as he pulled her tank down to get to her breasts. Why was this affecting her so much, “Fuck, wanna fill you up as many times as I possibly can to ensure that I put my baby inside of you.” He sighed before wrapping his lips around her now peaked nipple. The pressure of his sucks made her eyes roll back and she whined as he decreased the space between them and started grinding his clothed erection against her core.
“Please, baby.” She whispered, hugging him closer to her body, “Need you.” He moved to kiss her lips again and grinned.
“What do you need, baby? Wanna hear you say it.” He panted against her as he pulled down her shorts, “C’mon, play along with me, baby.” She bit her lip before kissing him deeply and pulling apart.
“Need you to fuck me and fill me up. Please, baby.” She panted as she toed off her bottoms the rest of the way and he nodded.
“Yeah, I will.” He hummed and kissed her once more before kneeling above her and removing his own shorts. His cock, hard and leaky sprang up and she immediately reached for his length and stroked a few times. He bit down on his lip as she leaned back on her elbows and glanced up at him through her eyelashes. Harry licked over his lips as he took her in, she smiled before opening her mouth up for him.
“Fuck.” He whispered before wrapping his warm palm around himself and inching forward until his tip was skimming against her bottom lip. She pushed her tongue out, letting the tip smooth gently against his dribbling slit, “Go on, baby, suck it.” He said and she leaned forward and encased her lips around the tip and sucked gently. He groaned softly as his head rolled back, his hands went to her head and his fingers wove into her hair. He inched a bit closer and she hummed around his cock as she took him about halfway, sucking a bit more, adding a pressure that he could feel in his chest, “That’s it.” He whispered, watching her closed eyes and brows creased in concentration as she sucked him off. He started pressing his hips forward as she sunk down on him, the intensity of it building up as the seconds passed. With one particular suck he pushed further into her mouth, settling at the back of it and she moaned around him, “Like that, baby?” He asked and she hummed, “Look at me.” He said and her eyes fluttered open and she glanced up at him as best as she could, “So fucking beautiful.” He complimented as one of his hands caressed the side of her face, “Go on and relax that jaw for me.” He said and she did as she was told, “and now your throat.” He said and she did as she was told and he pressed further into her mouth until he was settling into the very back of her mouth, the tip of his cock pressed right up against her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut as they teared as she tried to hold back her gag as he rested there, “Holy shit.” He moaned before pulling back and then thrusting back in all the way, he was gentle as he did this a few more times until he slipped out to let her catch her breath.
“Again.” She whispered, looking up at him and he grinned. Y/N loved sucking his cock, it was incredible to see the effect it had on him.
“You greedy little thing.” He hummed before getting back on her level and kissing her, “Need to stretch you our f’me though.” He said as his hand slithered down her tummy and finally reached her center. She was already hot and sticky for him and he watched as her brows furrowed and she let out a little gasp as fingers rubbed against her clit. “You’re so ready for me to fill you up, aren’t you?”
“Yes, baby.” She responded breathily, she moaned as his fingers slipped down to her entrance and he slowly sunk them in, “Shit.” She whispered as he started pumping them in and out at a steady pace. She parted her legs further around him to let him reach deeper and he groaned as her walls tightened up around his digits. He could already envision what it would feel like when his cock sunk into her wet and tight walls. He kept up his pace and it was making her body heat up and for her tummy to flutter with pleasure.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” He asked and she nodded, “Good, wanna feel it.” He wanted against her and he kissed her deeply as he picked up the pace. His fingers were pressing right into her spot. She could’ve sworn that she was seeing stars from how good it felt and how his lips kissing at her skin were adding more to her pleasure.
“Oh god,” She mewled as the feeling started intensifying and spreading through her body, “Please don’t stop!” She supplicated and he kept going, breathing the exhales of her pleasure until she was wrapped tight around his fingers, pulsating as her high took over and left her speechless as it shook through her body. Harry groaned as he felt her unraveling around his fingers and continued working her through it at a more gentle pace until she had settled down. Her hands unclamped from the sheets and grabbed his face as she kissed him fervently. She moaned as he ground his erection up against her still sensitive folds. “Please, Harry. Need you, baby. Need to feel you.” She whispered against him.
“Me too, baby.” He panted, reaching between them to adjust himself at her entrance, “Ready, love?” He asked her softly and she nodded with a smile. He kissed her lips briefly before thrusting forward, slipping inside her, slowly spreading her out for his cock. Her fingers dug into his biceps and her eyes rolled back, both letting out a satisfied groan as he bottomed out. Their eyes met as he stayed put, everything they felt for each other was somehow being exchanged with this look, “You don’t even know how much I love you.” He breathed out and she smiled, “Can’t wait to be doing this for real with you.” He hummed against her lips and drew back before thrusting back in and she moaned, “To fuck you until you’ve got my baby in you. Fuck…” he thrust hard and held himself deep inside of her, seemingly overwhelmed by the thought alone of having these things with her. Y/N moaned and their eyes met, swimming in them was this primal hunger that she had never felt before. His eagerness to just fast forward and do this with her was making her melt in a way she had never felt before. She found herself giving into the fantasy
“Fuck, baby…” She moaned, “do it then, put a baby in me.” She said to him and that just flipped switch on everything. Obviously, she was still on birth control and probably nothing would come of this particular session, but now they both knew that they both had been thinking about their future together. They were both committed to each other and it was beautiful.
With the change in mood Harry’s actions and thrusts were so intentional. Sinking into her as deep as he possibly could, moaning and groaning into her neck as her hands pressed him closer. Y/N’s thighs tightened around his hips as the pleasure started winding up. She felt overwhelmed with his weight over her and his cock buried so deep in her that she could feel it in her tummy. His pace was consistent as he thrusted into her, she already knew when she’d feel the impact of him settling deep inside her for a few seconds before drawing back and doing it again. After a more thrusts this way they kissed eagerly, savoring the intimacy of their position.
“Get on your knees for me, baby.” He mumbled against her lips as he drew out of her and she nodded. She turned away from him and got onto her knees, pressing her bum up and back towards him. She bit down on her lip and buried her forehead in the pillow beneath her when she felt the sting of a slap against her ass. She was waiting eagerly to feel him slip inside of her like this, but then she felt his lips on her right cheek before he was delving into her folds with his skilled tongue.
“Oh fuck!” She whined as his fingers came around her thigh to rub against her clit. He always knew exactly what to do to get her riled up. She was moaning into the pillow as his tongue kept licking into her, making her thighs tremble. He ate her pussy for a few more minutes until she was coming against his mouth and panting for him to slow down. He smiled against her sticky and sensitive folds as he pulled back from her, he knelt up and couldn’t help as he slapped at her folds quickly making her moan and glance back at him, “Babe…” she whined and he chuckled.
“M’sorry,” he chuckled, “such a pretty little cunt.” He hummed as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her folds, focusing at her clit.
“Fuck…” she exhaled and gripped tight to the sheets. He planted one of his feet flat on the bed before pushing inside of her hard. Harry groaned from deep in his chest as his fingers tightened their hold on her hips, “Oh my god…” she cried softly as he adopted a fast and hard pace, “You’re so fucking deep, baby.” She whined and he moaned as her walls fluttered and pulsed around him. All that could be heard now was the rhythmic thumb of the bed frame against the wall, their expression of pleasure, and the wet and slapping sounds of their bodies meeting with every thrust Harry delivered into her.
“Shit, love, you take my cock so well. Feels so fucking good.” He grunted as he started with sharp and deep thrusts, his pace slow, but god, was she feeling it. She felt her legs were going to give out from it. She felt Harry lean over her and kiss at her shoulder, “Do you like how deep I get like this?” He asked and she nodded.
“Fuck yes.” She whimpered as he stilled deep inside of her, grinding against her and making her gasp and for her walls to squeeze him tight.
“I’m getting so close, baby.” He said before kissing the side of her face and she hummed, “Gonna come so deep inside of you, love.” He hummed. She felt goosebumps littering her skin as his breath tickled against her ear, voice deep and ragged. She could tell he was getting tired. Despite that, he picked up his pace and his hold on her was tighter as he began working them to their climax.
“I’m right there, baby. Please, wanna look at you when I come.” She pleaded and he pulled out of her and helped her back onto her back and he wasted no time in thrusting back inside of her. His pace was slower but his thrusts were intentional, she had reached between them to rub at her clit to let him focus on his thrusts. Their eyes were on each others, watching the other become consumed by the pleasure.
“Come for me, can feel you’re right there, baby.” He panted and she couldn’t help it was her breath hitched and her eyes shut tight as the fire she felt in the pit of her stomach started spreading rapidly through her limbs. She moaned pleads of his name and curses as her brain felt foggy and her legs were trembling around Harry’s thighs as she came undone. It was earth shattering for her as the euphoria just washed over every single cell in her body. “Oh fuck, m’coming.” Harry groaned as he thrusted a few more times and then sunk deep into her and held himself there as his own pleasure started taking over his body. He felt weak and his arms were trembling as he held his weight up over her. Her warm hands smoothed down his back as he came undone and filled her up with his cum. She could feel him filling her up and it was overwhelming as he groaned from deep in his chest and panted against her own mouth as his forehead rested against hers.
“Oh my gosh.” She whispered before kissing his lips briefly as he collected himself. He finally let his arms rest and his weight came over her and she hugged him tight as he cuddled into her body.
“Holy shit.” He whispered and she smiled, “That really took it out of me.” He mumbled tiredly and she hummed in agreement. They stated quiet for a few minutes, just coming down from the intensity of feelings and the physical exertion of what they’d just done.
“So… this baby fever thing.” She said quietly and he hummed, “Like…how long have you been feeling that?” She asked and he sighed.
“Dunno, maybe a couple months. We’ve been seeing lots of kids.” He explained and she hummed, “I know that we’ll get there eventually, I just see all of our friends doing these things and like I just… like I know it’s gonna be you and I in the end and I just can’t wait to see what our future holds, baby.” He said softly and she smiled.
“Yeah, I can’t wait either. I love you so, so much and it makes me happy to know that you want this with me just as much as I want it with you.” She spoke softly and kissed his head and he hummed.
“Baby?” Harry asked softly.
“Yeah?” Y/N responded just as softly and Harry lifted himself up to see her face.
“I’ll always love you.” He said softly and she smiled. He reached into the bedside table and groaned before sitting up actually looking in there before smiling and reaching in for something and hiding it in his fist. He then turned back to her but this time he settled beside her. His fisted up hand was propping up his body as he faced her, “Gimme your hand.” He said quietly and she extended her right hand out to him and he giggled and shook his head, “No baby, the other one.” He said through a smile and she felt her heart drop.
“Why?”
“Because! Just give it to me!” He insisted through a bright grin and she extended it over to him nervously and he sat up and opened up his fist revealing his golden pearl ring. The band where the pearl was set has these tiny, intricate sculptures of what looked like a mermaid or woman holding one half of the white sphere and then a flower bud with the diamond as the center. She had eyeballed it before, it was absolutely beautiful and now he was sliding it onto her left forefinger, “Baby, I am absolutely in love with you and I just want you to know that I have thought about doing this a million times and tried to plan a million ways,” he explained and her heart swelled, “Things just seemed kind of forced or too cliche… all I knew is that I wanted it to be an intimate moment between us and I think I’ve never felt closer to you than I have today.” He said quietly and kissed her knuckles and she felt the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to marry you. I want to have a family with you-”
“Me too, Harry.” Y/N sniffled and he smiled as his own eyes welled up.
“Good. That’s so good to hear.” He said and she smiled, “I know I’ve still got shit to work out personally. I know we’ve still got things to do and to finish. And I can’t tell you we’ll be married next year or even two years from now, but I just want to let you know how committed I am to you and to us and that we’re doing this.” He said quietly and she smiled.
“We’re doing this.” She said softly and glanced down at the gorgeous pearl ring on her finger now, “We’re engaged.” She said softly, still kind of in shock and he chuckled.
“Yeah baby, we’re engaged.” He whispered and she just chuckled before sitting up and letting herself tackle him down onto the mattress again where he laughed before their lips met together in a slow and passionate kiss, “I love you so much, Harry.” She whispered against his lips.
“I love you too, baby. So much.” He hummed.
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zephestia · 2 years
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𝐦𝐫. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 ❞ (william j. moriarty)
maybe it isn't that much of a surprise that the genius, handsome, young bachelor professor of your brother was able to stole your heart
pairing(s). william x f!reader
warning(s). modern!au. fluff. a brother mentioned.
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you were surprised when your brother came to you at lunchtime not to complain about his math lecture, but to boast that he understood the lecture instead.
apparently, there is a new lecturer in charge, and this new lecturer made the lessons easier to understand, which is good for him.
he also said that the new lecturer is the same age as you, and i quote; ‘big brain with good looks? it's not fair!’
you who haven't seen the said person only nod in amusement from how highly your brother thought about this said person.
at some point in his ramble, you told him that you are curious, and that was a mistake because he was ready to drag you to meet the lecturer, though, thankfully you were saved by your friend who called to inform you about your next lecture.
that evening though, when you were on your way to your dorm with your brother, you bumped into the (oh so great) lecturer.
and to your surprise, your brother did not exaggerate when he said that the lecturer is ‘probably blessed’ because he is very attractive.
though why didn't your brother say anything about his ruby eyes? It is the most noticeable feature of him!
oh, and it turns out he has a great memory of his students as well since he recognized your brother.
your brother then introduced you to him by bringing up the fact that you are the same age as the genius math lecturer (whose name you learned is moriarty) and how you are in your sixth year of college.
overall the first meeting was a bit awkward but you learned that moriarty is a pleasant guy.
the second meeting was a few days after when he happened to pass by on your way out of the library.
nothing happened, only small greetings were exchanged.
but after that, you seem to always bump into him regularly on campus ground with the library being the most commonplace.
the small greetings turned into idle chit chats, to a long conversation around books, and even to the point where you can speak to him comfortably about other things that you can think of.
as the days go by, your friendship with him grows, along with a newfound feeling that may or may not be a tiny crush.
it is Friday morning, half-past six, to be exact. looking back into your teenage years, in high school you would probably laugh if she heard that you woke up at five in the morning just to work a part-time job.
you can't blame her, it is pretty unbelievable. We are talking about you here, the girl who needed to be splashed by freezing water first to wake up.
on top of that, waking up early is not the only thing that is unbelievable. you – the girl who was rumored to be both aromantic and asexual – have a crush!
ridiculous.
a chimes from a bell pulls you out off your head, and without sending even a glance, you greet the first customer of the day. “that was out of character of you, is something the matter?” you snap your eyes to the direction of that voice which you recognize as your regular and favorite customer.
“louis! isn't it unusual for you to be here this early? how about you, are you okay?” you quirked your eyebrows, leaning against the counter in front of you. He shook his head, “something came up, nothing bad.”
you smile, eyes casting down to your feet. picking up your body language Louis decide to ask again, and this time, you answered, though, it was not what he had expected.
“i got a crush,” you said.
he should have minded his own business. romantic problems are not what louis is accustomed to doing, because all of his life, his only goal is to be successful and make his brothers proud.
sensing him troubled, you chuckled, “you don't need to give any advice... just listen,” you plead. now, how can he decline?
you ended up listing your worries and difficulties for fifteen minutes straight with louis asking some questions here and there.
you were confused as to why he got interested all of a sudden, concluding that he simply got intrigued by your love story.
though what it appears to him from the small details he heard from you, is that the guy you are interested in is his brother, and when he was going to ask the name, he got interrupted by the chimes of the bell.
but louis still got the confirmation he needed from the blush on your face when the small muttering of the name william came out of your mouth.
feeling the tension in the room, he made an excuse to leave, thinking that his friend well deserves it, after all, he knows that William is interested in you as well.
perhaps, you could make his brother happy again.
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🥰 The Things You Say Don't Drive Me Away by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (1k) | General Audiences Louis thinks the boy who works at the bakery, with the big glasses and sweater vests, is pretty cute.
🥰 I want your belly (and that summer feeling) by @delsicle (9k) | Explicit
Louis loves Harry’s body from the first moment he sees him. It takes Harry a little convincing to see what Louis sees.
A repost of my Tumblr ‘thick alpha’ drabbles
Part 1 of thick alpha
🥰 I Will Care For You by @lululawrence (15k) | Not Rated
“Afton, I just don’t know what I’m going to do,” Harry whined. “I’m going to adopt her, but I have no idea how to take care of her when I’m here as much as I am and I can’t really afford to raise a child on fewer hours. My family can only help so much, but I’ve already been relying on them too much this past week.”
“Oh, Harry. Just get yourself a nanny.” Afton threw out the suggestion and Harry sat up. How had he not considered that?
“How much do you need to pay a nanny? If I cut some expenses, I might be able to handle that, if they lived in. Would they expect more of me, since I’m an unmated alpha? Like, they wouldn’t think I’m some dodgy alpha looking for a nanny to become a bondmate or anything, would they?”
“Shut up, Harry,” Afton demanded. If she wasn’t a beta, Harry almost felt like she might have put some alpha timbre into her voice with that line. Either way, he did shut up to listen to her as she continued. “Reach out to Louis. He’s our usual sitter and he’s lovely. He’s come on some hard times, too, so you could probably convince him to work for you for cheap, especially if you’re having him live with you too.”
🥰 You Are My Sunshine by @chloehl10 / lovelarry10 (17k) | Teen And Up Audiences “Hi!” Charlie said, stopping at the end of the driveway of a small house and waving at the man. “Mornin’!” “Well, you just made my day,” the man said, walking towards Charlie and Louis with a big smile on his face. “Thank you so much!” “Bye!” was all Charlie returned with, and the man laughed, looking straight at Louis for a moment. “Bye, have fun!” “We will, thanks,” Louis replied with a smile, still a bit mesmerised by the stranger. ***** Charlie is a happy little boy, he smiles and waves at everyone around him, making Louis the proudest dad. Charlie’s spark of personality and a well timed hello brings a stranger into his and Louis’ lives when they least expect it...
🥰 i'll be your new favourite tune by @lsforever (22k) | Explicit
Louis gulps, all coherent thoughts flying from his brain as he unabashedly stares. There’s just so much to take in, from the silky curls springing out in every direction under some sort of headband/scarf looking thing, to the bright eyes and rosy cheeks and cute dimples that make the man’s - Harry, Louis reads from his nametag - smile so charming. He’s wearing a simple black shirt paired with some short jean shorts that only reach the middle of his thighs, and Louis has to force himself not to stare at those long, beautiful legs.
“You okay there?” Harry sounds amused.
Louis clears his throat.
or, Louis is the Pop Punk King of our dreams, and Harry is the cute associate at the rescue who helps him adopt a cat.
🥰 (And Things Will Be) Hard At Times by @lululawrence​​ (34k) | Mature
Louis and Nathan had been talking about marriage and kids and a family for years now, but it had never felt right. If anything, the talking about it had petered out over the past while because they were busy living the lives they had settled into. It wasn’t that they didn’t think they’d ever have kids, just that they weren’t to a point where they were ready for it yet.
Well. Ready or not, it was happening.
Or the one where Louis and his boyfriend of five years unexpectedly find themselves pregnant and Harry is the paternity photographer that makes everyone think twice.
🥰 The Happiest Season by @sadaveniren (37k) | Explicit “You’re going to spend Christmas - and your birthday - with his homophobic WASP parents? That’s gonna be hell.” Louis closed his eyes in frustration. “It was either that or be apart and I don’t think that’s gonna be good for either of us this year, you know?”
A fic loosely based on Happiest Season but make it ... different
🥰 everywhere (i wanna be with you) by @itiswhatitisbutterfly(42k) | Explicit
Harry and Louis meet because they have terrible friends, they fall in love because something feels right in a world of uncertainty and shifting grounds. Louis is an actor and Harry is a model at the top of his game, the best things in life are the most unexpected ones and the things that hit you when you are least expecting it.
Featuring winter in London, nights in Paris, early mornings in New York, burning heat in Monte Carlo and an enduring love spent transcending four corners of the globe.
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egcdeath · 3 years
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pairing: soft!ransom drysdale x reader 
summary: [request] “hmm prompts... Ransom introducing you (a total opposite of him) to his family for the first time, or a Thrombey wedding! if you feel like it” i like where your brain is at anon! but why not a little bit of both? ;)
word count: 3.7k
warnings: pretty fluffy, some angst, toxic family dynamics
author’s note: this has been super lightly edited so pls forgive any mistakes <3 click here if you’d like to be added to my taglist & all reblogs are super appreciated!
You felt slightly out of place driving through the neighborhood of your youth in the passenger seat of Ransom’s beloved Beamer. Thinking of how your parents would react to your boyfriend, let alone his lifestyle of excess, made your heart rate increase, and you shuffled a bit in your seat unconsciously as a result of your nerves. As if he were reading your thoughts, Ransom set a steady hand on your knee and gave it a tiny reassuring squeeze before parking in front of the curb ahead of your home. 
Nervously exiting the vehicle, you watched wordlessly as Ransom grabbed your overnight bags from the trunk, and hauled them over his shoulders. Still saying nothing, you reached out and grabbed Ransom’s hand, constricting his circulation as you strolled up to your door, and rang your own doorbell.
When your mother whipped open the door and offered you an excited grin, you finally were able to let out the breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding.
“Goose!” your mother cheered, squeezing the life out of you while you snuck a glance at Ransom who seemed rather amused by the childhood pet name. “And who’s this?” she asked, pulling away from you and looking him up and down.
“I’m Ransom, your daughter’s boyfriend,” he announced with confidence, offering your mom friendly smile, before glancing back over at you and raising his brows the slightest bit. 
“Finally putting a face to the name, then. I’ve heard all about you from this one. Come on in,” she gestured for the two of you to enter. “Y/N can show you to her room, and dinner will be ready in about a half hour,” with that, your mother was off, and you were once again alone with Ransom.
You showed him up to your room, where he set down the bags and flopped down onto your bright pink duvet.
“Goose, huh?” he questioned, rolling on the hyperfeminine twin mattress. 
“Shut up,” you mumbled, before sitting down next to the headboard of the bed.
“Do you think she liked me?” Ransom asked, seemingly out of nowhere. “Did you tell her good things about me?”
“Since when do you care about what other people think of you?” you giggled a bit, and planted your fingers in Ransom’s hair. 
“I care because…” he thought for a moment, calculating just how honest he wanted to be. “I care because this is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and I want my future parents-in-law to like me.”
“We’ve been together for like, a year, Ran. But I applaud your commitment to me,” you massaged his scalp as you spoke, and ignored the butterflies floating throughout your torso at his mention of marriage. 
“Well? Do you think she likes me?” he asked once again. 
“Mmm, I like when you care about things,” you pressed a little peck to his forehead, and hovered a bit over his face. “She said like, 20 words to you, max. But after dinner I’m sure they’ll like you. At least I hope they will.”
Ransom playfully swatted at you. “How comforting. Wait, stay right there,” he reached up and held the hand that was massaging his scalp in place. 
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By the time dinner came around, you seemed to have switched emotions with your partner, as you were feeling much more relaxed, and Ransom on the other hand, was not.
He kept a hand on your knee under the table in what seemed like a grounding technique, squeezing every now and then while your father plated your meals.
“So, how did you two meet?” your father questioned, sitting down beside your mom.
“We met while we were volunteering at the Humane Society together,” you gushed, glancing over at your partner who was nervously sipping his water, then back at your parents. “He always seemed so pissed in the beginning. I mean, the amount of times I saw him growling obscenities while tugging on harnesses, or playing the most unenthusiastic games of fetch I’d ever seen in my life is astounding,” you laughed softly, and looked over at Ransom once again as if you were cueing him to speak.
“Yeah, I really didn’t like it there at first. Not really a dog guy, but my grandad said it was community service or no allowance, and I was not interested in the latter,” he chuckled awkwardly and received confused expressions from your parents, which granted you an SOS squeeze on the knee. 
“Um, anyway, one day we were closing, and I went into the last cat suite, and there grumpy old Ransom was, cuddling with Garfield, you know, the old cat with the three legs, and it was literally the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Especially ‘cause Garfield is so hard to please,'' you paused to take a bite of the food in front of you. “We started talking more after that, then he asked me out, and of course I said yes. I guess the rest is history.”
“Aw, Goose, that’s so cute!” your mom cooed, but the moment didn’t last too long. 
“What do you do for work, Ransom?” Your dad asked, tilting his beer at the man. 
“I’m currently in between jobs. But, uh, I’ve been doing a lot of volunteer work.” 
Your father nodded wordlessly and paused for a second. “Volunteering get you a Beamer?”
“Dad!” You interrupted in a yelp, “please.” You frowned as you looked between the men. 
“Y/N, it’s fine. It’s a good question, but I got it as a gift a few years back. And, you know, my family’s comfortable.”
Before your father could respond, your mom popped in to save the conversation. “No money talk at the table, please. Tell me more about your relationship,” she gave both of you a sympathetic look. 
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After that, dinner went on without much of a hitch, and you agreed upon doing the dishes with your mother while your father and boyfriend prepared a little fire outside.
“He seems sweet,” she commented after a long period of silence. 
“I’m glad you think so. He was really worried about you not liking him, and honestly, I was too,” you rinsed the last glass before setting it in your dishwasher.
“I just want you to be careful, okay? When you have that much money, people do strange things, or say things they don’t mean and expect you to just take it. He seems like a good boy, but just don’t let your guard completely down. The last breakup you went through-“
“Stop, I get it,” you sighed softly. 
“This doesn’t mean I don’t like him. I just don’t want to see you that hurt again,” she gave your arm a soft squeeze. “Let’s go stop your dad from catching a murder charge,” she beckoned you to follow her out to the backyard, where your boyfriend and dad were… laughing together? If you weren’t so relieved, it’d almost be off-putting. 
The rest of the night went alarmingly well, Ransom finding a way to bond with both of your parents after an awkward first half of the evening. As the two of you crawled into your tiny bed and spooned while drifting off to sleep, Ransom slurred a tired ‘I think they liked me,’ into your ear. 
From that point on, Ransom’s position within your family only became better. For the first time, he was welcomed into a familial environment that wasn’t more toxic than a Chernobyl cooling tower, and Ransom was loving it. After suggesting to spend that year’s Thanksgiving at your parents’ home, spending the holidays with the L/N family became a frequent occurrence for the two of you. 
Though you occasionally wondered why you were four years into a relationship with the man, and still hadn’t met his family, which to your understanding, was rather large, you had better things to concern yourself with. You understood and respected that Ransom’s relationship with his own family wasn't the best, from the little that he shared with you, but occasionally curiosity often got the best of you.
Yet, things seemed to shift after your engagement. In the midst of dress fittings and cake tastings, Ransom had decided that it was finally time for you to meet the rest of the Thrombey clan, and that there was no better time than Harlan’s book release party, which was being celebrated out in California, at the Thrombey Vineyard.
In your years of relationship, you’d become no stranger to luxury, and the finer things in life, but arriving at the Vineyard put you in awe at just how affluent these people were. Perhaps that’s what happens when you’re one of the great writers of your time, and your offspring go off to become equally “self-made” successes.
You were a bit tired from the three hour difference between Boston and Sonoma Valley, and as soon as you hopped out of the car at the vineyard, you could only think of getting to your room, out of your baggy travel clothes, and to sleep as soon as possible. 
Trailing behind Ransom, you looked around at the vast expanse of crop-filled land around you in astonishment while you walked up the cement path to the mansion, not really noticing the petite woman with curled blonde hair, and an oversized straw hat approaching you. 
“Oh gosh, you must be Y/N!” she said gleefully. “I’m Joni. I’ve seen you all over Ranny’s Insta,” she paused and looked you up and down. “Well, you do look a little different there,” she chuckled.
“That’s great, Joni. Maybe you can Tweet about how exhilarating and life changing this experience has been for you to all your little pyramid scheme friends.”
“You’re always so rude, Hugh,” she sneered.
“I forgot about your chronic victimhood. Goodbye, Joan,” he rolled his eyes, and practically tugged you inside the massive building in front of you, before dragging you up the stairs. You were honestly in a little bit of shock at seeing how nasty Ransom got from just a small interaction.
You set your Louis Vuitton Keepal, and aluminum suitcase down on the granite floor of the bedroom, before flopping down, and spreading your limbs out on the massive memory foam bed that sat in the center of the room, “What was that, Ran?” you questioned as he sprawled out next to you.
“The reason why I didn’t want you to meet them. They’re like sharks, looking for anything that even resembles blood in the water,” he threw an arm around you and yawned. “We can talk about this in the morning, though. Right now, I think that both of us need a shower.”
“Speak for yourself, you stink bug.”
“But what if I get lonely in there?” 
“Fine,” you huffed, moving his arm off of you, and heading off to the en-suite. 
That night, as you stared at the blank wall in a vain attempt to quiet your mind enough to fall asleep, you questioned if coming to meet Ransom’s family was more of a mistake than you initially anticipated.
The next morning felt a bit frantic. You and Ransom woke up a few hours before everyone else, as they’d been in California for a few days now and had adjusted to the time difference, while you two had not. An in-house chef made you two a gourmet buffet of a meal while housekeepers laid out your clothes back in your room, and you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the sudden interferences in your life. Though it was nice to not have to do all of the work, you weren’t sure how you felt about other people doing it for you. 
The majority of your day felt similar to that morning. You quickly realized that Ransom’s fortune was just a small portion of the Thrombey estate, and that his family were essentially a bunch of monsters with money. Throughout the day of horse riding, wine tasting, and wine painting workshops, you couldn’t help but notice how they turned their noses up at you, treating you, and the staff working at the vineyard, like some sort of outsider. 
Your alienation only became more apparent during Harlan’s celebratory dinner, when insults and sneers were tossed at both you and Ransom for being together. 
“Are you trying to get revenge on us, or something?” Richard asked at one point, gesturing to you, and catching you completely off guard, 
“Why would you say something like that?” Ransom asked, trying not to let his offence show as his jaw clenched.
“It’s just not like you to want to settle down, especially with someone like… her,” he spoke about you like you weren’t sitting right there.
“No, I agree,” Walt added. “For once in our lives I agree with you,” he laughed aloud, and a few other folks at the table laughed with him. “Can you believe that after all these years, we’re bonding over Ransom’s little girlfriend?” 
You weren’t even sure how to react, so you laughed awkwardly along with them, and stared blankly at the vast expanse of grape trees behind the row of Thrombey and their friends. What you would give to sprint out into that, and never come back. 
Ransom looked to you in your obvious discomfort, and grabbed your knee, offering it a little reassuring squeeze before he interrupted them. 
“You know what? All of you dickheads can eat shit. Y/N is really the only person who matters to me at this point, and you pricks need to respect that. Hell, you need to respect her.” 
“Look at little Ranny, getting all soft,” Walt chided. 
He ignored the comment and continued on, “And If I don’t start hearing apologies soon, every single one of your wedding invites have a one way ticket to the shredder.”
A silence fell over the table. You were a bit surprised too, since your invites had already gone out, and Harlan was the only Thrombey to receive one.
“...You’re getting married?” Meg asked, breaking the silence. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?” 
“Why do you think?” you muttered, pushing around a few things on your plate before standing up, and pushing your chair away. “Excuse me.”
You knew that by leaving, you were only opening yourself up for more criticism, but you genuinely weren’t sure that you’d be able to take one more second of hostility. You pushed your chair back in, before heading off the patio, into the gigantic home, and up to the room that you’d claimed.
You rolled on top of the bed, and screamed into a feather filled pillow. It wasn’t too long after when tears stung your eyes as you came to the conclusion that these monsters were just a few months away from becoming your in-laws.
You thought you’d heard the most of it after the table, yet a prompt knocking at your door proved otherwise. Letting herself in, you turned to face Ransom’s mother herself, and you just knew that you were in for it.
“Listen, you whore,” Linda began in a sharp, yet quiet tone, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do with my son. Isolate him from us. Try to ‘change him’ like I know you think you’re doing. But just know that at the end of the day, he’ll always pick us. You’ll always be the second choice, especially when Ransom realizes that you barely have a dime to your name, and his bank account starts to runs dry,” she approached you, and pointed an accusatory finger towards you. “You’ll never be anything but a disgusting, sloppy little gold digger. You may be his toy of the week, but at the end of the day, you’re just an afterthought. I suggest that you get out of his life sooner than later. I’m sure Ransom wouldn’t mind, considering we already have your replacement with one foot in the door,” she gestured over to the window facing the back patio, where Ransom was chatting with a brunette woman that appeared to be quite a few years younger than himself.
“You’re cute, Y/N. Really! It’s cute that you’re thinking right now that he would never leave you, cheat on you with some new, younger, hotter piece of ass. Just know that you don’t know Ransom as well as you really think you do. I can promise you, it’ll be much easier to break off an engagement than it’ll be to get a divorce. Especially with that prenup he’s considering dropping on your desk any day.” she tutted as if she cared. “Well, sweetheart, it was great meeting you. I’m glad that these were our first and last words together,” she gave your back a pat before leaving the room, and you looked out the window in shock. 
Shaking as you dig into the pocket of your sundress, you sent Ransom a simple ‘help’ message, before setting your phone aside and trying to pack your belongings in as quick of a manner as possible.
When Ransom opened the door, a steady stream of tears and mascara was staining your face, while you urgently threw things into your suitcase.
“Goose, what happened?” he gasped, hurrying over to your kneeling form, and setting a hand on your shoulder. 
“Why,” you sniffled. “Why would you let her come up here and say all that shit to me!” you croaked, swatting his hand away from you. 
“What?” he watched as you pressed down on the overfilled suitcase and frantically attempted to zip it, to no avail. “Linda said she was gonna come apologize?”
“Telling me that I’ll never be enough for you is just a perfect apology,” you muttered, “I need to go home.”
“God,” he grumbled to himself, “This is exactly why I waited so long for them to meet you. Okay, we can go home then. I’ll buy us tickets right now.”
“This is on you too, Ransom. You didn’t tell them about us, like, at all. You had so much time! You couldn’t give Linda a call and say ‘hey I’ve been seeing this girl’ or even tell Harlan to deliver the message for you?” you hiccuped, but continued. “All of this could’ve been avoided if they had four years to adjust to our relationship. Maybe then they wouldn’t call me a whore and a gold digger every other sentence.”
“I was just trying to protect you from them,” he frowned.
You finally managed to zip up the suitcase, and stood up along with it, “well, you clearly did a great job of that.” 
You dusted off the skirt of your dress, and grabbed your phone. “I’ll let you know when our car gets here,” you huffed before walking into the en-suite and closing the door behind you, just to have a moment for yourself (and make yourself look a bit more put together before you leave.)
A tense car ride, and awkward flight later, you marched straight into the guest bedroom, and cocooned yourself under a copious amount of blankets. You felt like you stayed there for years, only getting out of bed to shower and use the restroom, and living off of the crustless sandwiches and jarred spaghetti your fiancé brought to your door. 
You slept most of the time, and in the moments you weren’t sleeping, you were dwelling on every vicious word thrown at you at the vineyard. Every day, you listened to Ransom apologize through the door, yet every day, you questioned if going through with the wedding was truly the wisest idea. 
A few days into your stay in the guest bedroom, you finally allowed Ransom to stay in the room for more than just dropping off food. He sat down next to you in bed, and cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly back and forth against the skin. 
“I don’t know how I can make things right for you,” he said softly. “I really did set you up, and I didn’t even mean to. I should’ve made better decisions, but I can’t change four years ago. But I can keep those heinous people away from you. They’ll never have the chance to do, or say anything like that to you again, okay?” his thumb caught on a tear, which he promptly wiped away. “Just… please don’t leave me. The bed feels too empty without you, and it’s just been a few days. I can’t imagine feeling that emptiness for the rest of my life.”
You whimpered and sat up, abruptly embracing the broad man. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let your idiot family make me question the validity of our relationship,” you muttered into his shirt. 
“I promise you you’ll never have to worry about them again. They had their opportunity to make things right, and they missed it.”
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Things were more or less smooth sailing after that fiasco. You found your perfect venue, decided on your ideal Honeymoon spot, and finished your seating arrangements with time to spare, and the next thing you knew your wedding day was around the corner. 
It all seemed to happen so fast, one second you were being walked down the aisle, the next, exchanging vows and rings as aisles of your friends and family members cheered for you, Y/N Drysdale.
Your reception also seemed to slip right through your fingers, your first dance, toasts and cake cutting finding itself over almost as soon as it started. You were grateful that you hired a wedding videographer, as the day was so overwhelming, you weren’t quite sure how much of it you’d remember. 
As you drove off to the airport, Ransom set his hand upon your knee one more time. A warm, fuzzy feeling formed in your chest at the all too familiar gesture. You turned your head from the window to your husband, who was grinning back at you, and couldn’t help but to think of how perfect your wedding ended up, though it felt like it sped by quickly. More than anything, you were grateful that you didn’t give up on Ransom despite his interesting family. 
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teawaffles · 3 years
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Albert’s Drinking Contest: Chapter 2
“——This is, the twentieth!”
Announcing the number of glasses he’d drained, Moran set his empty wine glass on the table with a thud.
He was still clear-headed, and able to hold a conversation. But those wild features of his were now flushed, as red as the copious amounts of wine that had entered his stomach.
“Ready to give up now, Albert?”
In his tipsy, trembly vision, Moran beheld his opponent before him.
But far from giving up, Albert was completely sober. There was no discernible change in his complexion; as if he’d started drinking right there and then, he tipped back his glass, and downed his wine with ease.
With that, they were now tied at 20 glasses each. Ignoring the man staring at him with twitching eyes, Albert called out to Louis, who was still serving as their waiter.
“No matter how many glasses I drink, this profound flavour never ceases to delight. To have procured such an excellent vintage — your selections are exquisite as always, Louis.”
“Thank you very much. As I recall, this is an import from America.”
“Ah: I’ve heard that the French vineyards are still afflicted with blight. [1] It’s a pity we won’t be able to enjoy their splendid red wines for some time to come; but it’s also our good fortune to have learned about the quality of wines from the New World.” [2]
“…………”
Albert was being much too relaxed, and had even started to digress into areas completely unrelated to the match; hearing that, Moran shot him a look of displeasure.
Incidentally, the challenge had been much too great for Fred: he’d been the first to pass out, flopping onto the table with his glass in hand. Immediately after, they’d covered him with a blanket so he wouldn’t catch a cold, and the man was presently fast asleep.
“Well then, both sides have managed to consume twenty glasses. It seems both of you still have room for more, but…… if I were to speak from an impartial standpoint, you appear to be at a slight disadvantage, Moran.”
Having observed their match, William leisurely shared his views.
Moran knew his analysis was unbiased, and that was precisely why he let out a groan of frustration. His face flushed, he grabbed the bottle of wine, intending to pour his next drink; but when he realised that not a single drop had trickled out, he waved the bottle in the air.
“Sorry, Louis. It’s empty, so could you bring a new one?”
“Understood.”
Louis promptly retrieved a fresh bottle, and with brisk efficiency, filled both their glasses.
“This’ll be, the twenty-first.”
As soon as his glass was full, without any intention of savouring the wine, Moran chugged it all in one breath.
But the next moment, he was swamped by an intense wave of vertigo: somehow, it seemed he was much nearer his limit than he’d thought.
In contrast, Albert merely tilted his glass, observing the colours and clarity of the freshly-poured wine. Then he swirled it once, bringing it near his nose to savour its aroma, and took a sip to taste.
“Is this a Madeira?” [3]
Standing beside them, Louis revealed the bottle label with a smile.
“Indeed — your wine tasting is accurate as always, nii-sama. Would you like some salted cheese to complement it?”
“I’d prefer to pair such cheeses with a sweet port. [4] Or perhaps we could have a chicken with that, like Sir John Falstaff.” [5]
“In exchange for one’s soul, indeed.” [6]
Watching the two brothers quote Shakespeare as they chatted, Moran was incredulous.
“……Y’know, this is a drinking match on which I’ve staked my dignity as a man — not some wine-guessing quiz at a party,” he protested.
However, in a long-suffering gesture, Albert merely shrugged.
“Although this is an earnest match, Colonel, it’ll become a dreary affair if you leave no room for entertainment. Moreover, this wine was used to toast the American Declaration of Independence, making it perfect for tonight’s celebration.” [7]
At that bit of trivia from Albert, Moran looked positively fed up.
“Oooh, if you have so much time to share your vast knowledge, then why don’t you hurry up and drink already?”
But far from being put out, an elegant smile rose to Albert’s lips.
“Oh dear; you’re in an awful rush, Colonel. Could it be a sign that you’re nearing your limit?”
“Wha……! N-No way. I can still continue.”
Albert had hit right where it hurt, and Moran uttered a groan that was rather different from before. It seemed his opponent had observed his giddy spell from earlier.
Although the match was far from over, Moran was now consumed by a crushing sense of defeat. Seeing that, Albert made a show of draining his glass at a leisurely pace.
Even after downing a substantial amount of wine, the eldest son of the Moriarty family was unruffled, and Moran shot him a complaint.
“You’re not actually drinking some deep red tea instead of wine, are ya?”
Perhaps it was because the liquor had addled his brain, for Moran put forth a suspicion that he wouldn’t normally have entertained.
To that, both William and Louis burst into laughter.
“That’s a very unique deduction, Moran,” said William, as he struggled to rein in his mirth. “But even I can’t devise a magic trick like that.”
Louis was also trying very hard to suppress his amusement. “I filled both your glasses from the same bottle: how could it be that alcohol came out one time, and tea the next? It’s so unlike you to even consider such a ridiculous idea, Mr Moran. Wouldn’t you agree that it’s time to cut back on the liquor?”
“S-Shut it. I was just saying. And I’m not giving up now.”
Their teasing had completely soured his mood. Glancing to the side, he saw Fred, who was sound asleep.
“Somehow, I think he might’ve just laughed at that too……”
Moran gazed at the man he thought of as a younger brother, dead to the world with a peaceful look on his face. Then he fixed his blanket, which had slipped a little out of place.
When his two brothers had finally managed to regain their composure, Albert spoke up.
“In fact, Colonel: it would better protect your good name if we were to pretend that outlandish trick was true. Or perhaps we could give you a handicap, and allow you to alternate between wine and tea.”
“You don’t say. Then I’ll have two drinks the next round.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea, coming from you. If you’re the one to set up the cause of your own defeat, then it’ll make a convincing excuse to others, I see.”
“Urgh……”
No matter what he said, Albert had a ready riposte. As such, Moran swallowed his frustration, and returned his focus to the match.
“Anyway: Louis, keep it comin’, please.”
Seeing Moran try his utmost to put on a brave front, Louis was even beginning to find that a little cute; muttering his acknowledgement, he proceeded to fill Moran’s glass once more. Then, with great force, the man poured its entire contents down his throat.
“…………”
The alcohol burned like fire as it flowed into his stomach — all of a sudden, Moran came to his senses. Placing his glass on the table, he pondered.
His vexation at the Moriarty brothers’ teasing. His alcohol-induced befuddlement. And above all, Albert’s ability to hold his liquor, which had far outstripped his expectations.
His irritation at those three things had wound up completely flustering him. But once Moran calmed down and took stock of his situation, he realised William was right: he was clearly on the back foot.
Until now, he’d been unconsciously averting his eyes from his predicament by being oddly stubborn. But this pickle wouldn’t resolve itself if he just kept running away. If he continued to drink without a scheme in mind, then in his mind’s eye, he could see the outcome plain as day: he’d be out like a light in no time.
However, if he lost, then he’d have to listen to anything the victor said. Moran had originally set that rule as a way to spur himself on, thinking that there’d be no way he would lose. But now, it had lost virtually all effect in rousing his will to fight — all that remained, was the dread of what Albert would make him do upon his defeat.
He absolutely had to win. But the way things were going, it was all but certain that he’d lose.
In that case, the only option left would be——.
Within him, that conflict crystallised into a single decision.
“William,” he said. “Won’t you join in the match? Or rather: please, join.”
“Me? But why?”
Up to this point, William had been serving as an impartial judge, and he asked that with curiosity. But Moran did not answer; instead, his expression twisted into a bitter one as he continued.
“That’s not all. On top of you joining in…… If you’re agreeable, Albert, let’s ignore the count thus far and start afresh……. This is, truly a personal…… request from me.”
That faltering reply was very much unlike him, and William broke into a meaningful smile.
Moran’s decision — was to request that they increase the number of participants, and restart the game.
Despite his frustrations, Moran was well aware that he wouldn’t be able to beat Albert alone. Hence, he thought he’d bring in more opponents to counter him: even if it was just one more person.
The other part of his plan was to reset the match. If Albert agreed to that, then compared to the two existing players, someone joining in halfway would naturally have the advantage. But from Moran’s point of view, even if he was defeated, it would still be better than having Albert directly exercise his “winner’s privilege” on him — such were his complicated emotions. It was an absurd request, to be sure; but at least he hadn’t proposed having Albert compete against the combined total of both his and the other participant’s tally: perhaps that was a reflection of whatever faint scraps of self-respect Moran still had within him.
Perceiving Moran’s complex tangle of emotions, William placed a hand under his chin and pondered.
It’d also be fun to take on his suggestion. Although he did have his role as the judge, it wasn’t as if the match had any strict rules to begin with — they could easily do without one.
However, if he were to join in, and the match were to be restarted, then both Moran and Albert would be at a disadvantage. When it came to wine, he knew his elder brother’s stomach for it was bottomless; but still, it was clearly unfair to have a new and virtually-sober participant waltz into an honest drinking match. And yet, then again, he didn’t want to dismiss Moran’s “request” out of hand.
In this situation, the best option would be——.
But the instant William made his decision, and tried to voice his answer, Louis quietly raised a hand.
“Hold on a minute. Could it be that you were thinking of taking up his suggestion, nii-san?”
“……Yes, I was just about to say that. Seeing as Albert nii-san doesn’t appear to have any issue with that.”
William looked at his older brother, seated across from Moran. Then, Albert flashed them both a slight smile. Although it would mean that he would gain a new opponent, and the contest would start again from the top, it seemed he didn’t mind one bit.
Registering Albert’s generosity, Louis pointed at himself.
“In that case, may I participate?”
“……You, Louis?” Moran asked.
Louis proceeded to explain himself briefly. “I cannot countenance the possibility — however slight — that after joining the match, my brother will end up drinking too much and impacting his health. Hence, I believe that issue will be negated if I were to join the match in his stead.”
“But in that case, I would end up worrying for your health, Louis,” said William, furrowing his brows slightly.
At his brother’s kindness, Louis unwittingly cracked a smile.
“It makes me very happy to hear that. But it’s rare to hear Mr Moran make such a serious request, and so I can understand how you’d want to help him out. Of course, as Mr Moran said: this is only if you’re agreeable, Albert nii-sama.”
“Alright. Having heard that much, I shan’t object,” replied William. “What about you, nii-san?”
His elegant smile unfaltering as ever, the eldest son of the Moriarty family nodded.
“I don’t mind. If you’re certain, Louis, then I shall respect your decision.” Then, Albert’s expression turned solemn. “However, as you mentioned yourself, you absolutely must not reach the point of destroying your own health. Even though the colonel can’t help it, Louis, my condition is that you cannot drink recklessly. Is that alright?”
“Understood, nii-sama. ——Well then, it’s settled.”
Nodding in assent, Louis quietly took a seat beside Moran. Absorbing how his ridiculous request had been granted, more than gratitude, Moran’s expression was one of astonishment.
“Is this really alright, Louis? I know I was the one who asked, but Albert’s no pushover. If we lose, then you’ll have to suffer the forfeit too……”
However, Louis smiled wryly as he replied.
“I already knew that when I asked to join, didn’t I? To be honest, I don’t want to stand opposed to either you or Albert nii-sama. But now that I’ve made my decision, I have no intention of going down without a fight.”
“……Louis.”
That resolve had shaken Moran, so much so that he began to tremble. Watching him out the corner of his eye, Louis filled both their glasses; then Albert too filled his glass by himself, and raised it toward the two of them.
“Well then, once again, let’s give it our all.”
“I won’t be holding back either, you two.”
“Oh, both of you will be sorry real soon.”
Having gained a dependable ally, Moran’s enthusiasm was now back in full force.
Looking at the three of them, William spoke.
“So with Louis’s entry, the contest shall start again from scratch. But for both Moran and Albert nii-san, the next glass will be your twenty-third: please take care not to injure your health.”
With that word of caution from William, the drinking contest had resumed.
Footnotes:
[1] French vineyards had been devastated by aphids in the mid-19th century, and then fungal diseases after that. (Wikipedia)
[2] The “New World” refers to the Americas, in contrast to the Old World, or Eastern Hemisphere of the Earth. (Wikipedia)
[3] Madeira is a fortified wine made on the Madeira Islands, off the African coast. (Wikipedia)
[4] Port is a fortified wine produced in the Douro Valley in Portugal. (Wikipedia)
[5] Sir John Falstaff is a character featured in several of Shakespeare’s plays. (Wikipedia) He is renowned as a drunkard and glutton, whose favourite food is capons — roosters reared specially for their meat. (BBC article)
[6] A reference to Faust, who traded his soul with the Devil in exchange for worldly pleasures. (Wikipedia)
Aside: As far as I can tell, this line doesn’t actually appear in Shakespeare’s works. But in the legend of Faust, Faust makes his pact with the Devil via the demon Mephistopheles — who is mentioned in Shakespeare’s play The Merry Wives of Windsor (Wikipedia), which stars Sir John Falstaff as its main character.
[7] This is apparently true: Wikipedia
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A demon or an angel? 
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Everything was not planned.
You just wanted to have a good time after a long day at work and go home drunk then plan on hating yourself the next day because you had too much alcohol. But no. Everything you planned on doing was completely forgotten when you met a demon that looked like an angel by the bar who shamelessly drank your tequila shot.
“Excuse me,” you said to him with a flirty smile, not even annoyed at what he did.
“You go here often?” he came closer to you and put his elbow on the bar counter and placed his hand on your lower back to keep you away from strangers who move recklessly.
“Just for tonight” you smiled. Giving him a hint that you’re flirting back.
“I tell you this,” he clears his throat and gave you a small smile, “try not to get drunk tonight so you won’t get a bitch headache tomorrow and spend your day with me, headache-free” he winked after he lay down his offer.
“I don’t even know your name stranger,” you giggled and fixed his tie, only to pull him closer to you and the smell of expensive perfume explains it all. This gentleman right here is not just anyone.  
“Oh you’ll know my name, in fact, you will get to moan my name if you just do what you’re told” his breath tickles your neck and immediately made your legs weak. Shamelessly, he left kisses on your neck and collar bones to make you say ‘yes’ and to show you what lies ahead if you agree.
“I’ll say yes if you give me a ride home”
“Then it’s settled. Right this way, please”
And just before he takes you home, the heat of the moment did not stop you two from making out at the back of his car while his driver pretends like he’s not hearing anything. You invited him to your house and fuck there, but he declined you like the gentleman that he is and told you that he had been drinking way before you arrived at the bar, “I can’t fuck you good if I’m tipsy but don’t worry-“ he pulled down the collar of your blouse, just enough to expose chest and cleavage to him so he can kiss you there and leave a mark. “you will enjoy everything that I will do to you tomorrow”
On the next day, he picked you up with a different car but this time he’s the one driving. He greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a proper hug, nothing too lustful just a decent greeting to start your day right. And while he was driving, he holds your hand and kisses it whenever he can. Making you smile and your heart flutter so you know his intentions.
“Are you going to take me to a fancy hotel? Fuck me in your private jet? Yacht?”
What you just said made him laugh. Oh his smile makes him even more handsome, you thought. “No and no. Though, I can. But I prefer bringing you to my house, sounds good? Unless you prefer my private jet or bask under this afternoon sun, I can make it happen”
His way of flexing his riches was amusing that you two just laughed and decided that his house is the best destination. Though he promised to fly you next time and have a short vacation with him if today goes well.
When you arrived at his house, you weren’t surprised to see a huge house because you quite expected it already. It was quiet and spacious but you didn’t have enough time to snoop around for he is quick to drag you towards his room and show how hungry he is for you.
You just met last night but obviously, he misses you already and you can tell it by the way he kisses you and touch you.
“What’s the name I’m going to moan today?” you reminded him of what he owes you.
“Taeyong,” he started to undress you, “baby, honey, babe, whatever you want,” he smacks your ass deliciously and both landed on his king-sized bed. Both hands are busy undressing each other and caressing each other’s bodies. And when you’re left with only your matching lacy underwear, especially for him, he stopped you from unhooking your bra and made you lie comfortably in bed as he pulls away from your lips.
He reached on his bedside table and showed you a black Louis Vuitton bandeau, “Do you trust me?” you nod your head ‘yes’, “What if I tie you? Do I still have your consent?” he waited for your answer while he scans your body and feeds his eyes, of course, you said ‘yes’. “Your safe word is rose” he says and kissed your temple before he covers your eyes and takes your breath away by pushing you on the mattress without a warning, kissing your body with want as he removes your bra and puts both your arms above you to tie them securely. By this time you feel very excited and you just can’t wait for him to make his next move.
But be careful what you wish for. Because you didn’t expect him to spread your legs wide and tie them both, right after he removes your lacy panties. Now you’re left with nothing.
For a moment, he stepped out of the bed to fully undress and feel him come back when the mattress dipped on your side. Still, he isn’t making a move but you hear sounds of water and ice from where the bedside table is located and-
“Mmm. Fuck! That’s cold, ahhh” you moaned deliciously and tried to fold your legs but you really couldn’t. You moved your body to ease the sensitivity but nothing is working, so you have no choice and accepted it like a good girl he expects you to be. Up and down, and oh so slowly, Taeyong moves the ice cube on your slit while lying comfortably on his side. Gently and carefully, building the momentum and giving you the full experience of what he’s doing to you.
“Good? Just nod if you can’t talk,” he teased you with his question but you nod and let out sounds of approval to further support your answer.
“Told you you’ll enjoy it,” he says and left a kiss on your lips, just long enough to make you catch his lips and ask for more when he pulls away intentionally. “Lift your chin,” he commands and went on top of you. You thought he will finally kiss you there but no, the gentleman has something in mind. He bit the ice cube and brush it on your neck, making you shiver and moan near his ear as he wet your chest with the ice in his mouth. And when the ice melted and became small, Taeyong ran his thumb on your lips and planted a kiss… only to transfer the ice from his mouth to your mouth but not letting go of the kiss until the ice is fully melted.
“I chose the right person,” he says and gently caresses your body before running another ice cube in between your boobs.
“Nipples please” you moan out but he put his pointer finger on your lips and made you suck it.
“But since you asked so nicely,” he let out a dark chuckle and ran his thumb on your nipples, gently and carefully pinching them with his cold fingers before he finally ran the ice around your nipples. Going in slow circles and watching you part your lips and let out soft moans beneath him. You can feel that he is very hard already because his cock is poking your thigh.
He bit your left nipple before he flips you effortlessly on your stomach and ran an ice cube on your back which tickled you and made you laugh… but he wanted you to moan, not laugh. So he smacked your ass and said, “moan” very sternly that he gave you goosebumps. But all you can do is let out soft sounds and cute giggles.
“you think I’m still playing?” he asks you while spreading kisses on your nape and on your shoulders, making you shiver with his low voice alone.
And just like that, he lines his cock on your cunt and slowly pushed in, caging your body with his strong arms. “There’s the moan that I’ve been asking for,” he says when you finally let out a string of delicious moans.  
He thrust and thrust hard that you feel the impact on your body. Given that you’re on your stomach and your body is not arched, your hole is extra tight, which he loved so much and fucked you harder by the second.
There’s that devil in that at angelic form, you thought.
Taeyong smacked and smacked your ass as he fucks you until he cums, hurting you good and making your body sore.
After he cums, you were the one who needed to catch your breath not him and he noticed that. Maybe he was too rough on your first day together? So he decided to release you and untie you, kissing the red marks on your wrists and ankles to show you that he’s sorry.
“Are we done?” you asked weakly.
“Catch your breath baby, you’ll need it” he says and put you on top of him. Switching your positions effortlessly, “one of my many ways of saying ’sorry I was too rough’,” he giggles and soothes your back, “ride me, you will cum I promise” he added and kissed you on the lips but not for long. His lips traveled on your boobs as you line his cock on your cunt and slowly go down.
You moan and moan as you roll your hips and feel his tongue swirl around your nipples and his hands roam freely around your body. You feel very much appreciated by the way he lets you fuck him. “Can’t believe I’m not gonna last” you scoffed and bounced up and down his cock, putting both of you on edge and ready to reach your climax together.
“Keep doing that” he says. But you reached for his lips and kiss him as you dive together towards lust, watch him closely and see how he lost his mind when he reaches his climax.
“Ohh-“ you bit his shoulder when you finally reached your high. Closing both of your eyes tightly as you shiver on top of him and feel him shoot his cum inside you for the second time.
Unlike earlier that your body is cold because of the ice, now your both burning and sweating but shivering because of oversensitivity.
“Still good?” he asked and gently placed you down the mattress, kissing your sensitive body while pulling out and keeping you close.  
“Thank you for choosing me,” you whispered and enjoyed his warmth, “how about that second date then?” you said before closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.
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evermoreparker · 3 years
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Biggest Fan
Synopsis: When you and Tom realize how much your baby daughter loves Frozen, Tom decides to surprise her playing her favorite song, but she doesn't have the reaction he was hoping for.
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It was a quiet evening, just relaxing at home with Tom and Sophie, when you heard the familiar strums of a guitar. It was only a few notes at first until you recognized the song that your husband was playing. It was a sweet song with such sweet memories that made you lull into a thought of the past.
As soon as the soft knock on Elsa's door stopped and Anna started singing, your daughter looked at the TV screen as if it was the sweetest melody she has ever heard and it made Tom's heart melt. The way Sophie's eyes were so focused on the screen made you laugh, it's like she was hypnotized. As soon as the song ended, she went running to you and Tom, telling you two how much she loved that part of the movie and the song.
Over the next few days, you and Tom giggled and chuckled about Sophie’s concentration and seriousness in practicing the song. You even watched her as she tried to make a dance routine, it was so cute and precious. One of the days, she even got into your closet and put an old pair of heels on, saying it was her turn to perform. You and Tom cheered her on as she belted out to her new favorite song, telling her how amazing she was.
Knowing how much your daughter loved that song, Tom learned how to play it on his guitar and how to sing the lyrics for Sophie. Tom practiced for that all week, because who cares if he's got to memorize Spiderman lines for the next movie, he needs to impress his baby daughter first. On Sunday he was finally ready to give your daughter the performance she deserved, but what he didn't expect was how much she hated it.
You started recording once Tom gave you the go-ahead and placed the phone down in a steady position on the table. You sat back quietly as Sophie walked into the room, confused at the sound of the guitar. She was usually at daycare when Tom practiced the song, or asleep. Tom chuckled, feeling excited to show her the song he’s been practicing.
Instead of the original “Elsa?” In the beginning of the song, he replaced it with Sophie, and you giggled a bit, glancing over to her. “Sophie? Do you wanna build a snowman? C’mon let’s go and play!” Tom sang, smiling widely as he watched Sophie unfold what was happening.
She struggled to say something at first, making Tom sure that she enjoyed it but the moment she opened her mouth, he realized he was wrong. “NO! NO! Stop it right now!”
Knowing how self conscious Tom gets about his voice you weren't sure if you should laugh at your 3 year old daughter hating her dad singing and playing for the first time to someone other than you. Before you could say something, Sophie turned to her dad who seemed confused about if he should keep playing, knowing how you two have the same weird sense of humor and this could be another one of his daughter's jokes.
Uncertain of his next movement, Tom went back to just playing his guitar, too scared of his daughter hating his voice. Before he could even touch the first string Sophie snatched the guitar with her little hands, shouting out,  ''No more Frozen for you!''
Sophie tried to take her dad's guitar out of his hands, but she realized it's useless to carry something that heavy, instead, she went to her room and searched for the Olaf plush one of her many uncles got her as soon as they heard about her newest obsession. Holding it tight as if it was the real character, she sang to it softly the melody that she loves the most in the world.
Back in the living room, you and Tom stared at each other for a few silent seconds, confused about what Sophie did. “What? I thought she loved that song.” Tom spoke up, a bit dejected and upset. He didn’t understand her reaction at all but he snapped out of his thoughts once he felt you place your hand on his shoulder, after you stopped the video.
“I think she does. Don’t be upset babe. I think she wasn’t expecting that!” You cheered him up, smiling back to him. You didn’t want to laugh in front of him in case that gave him the wrong impression, but you found it adorable that Sophie stopped him that way. You never saw her act that way before, but you could tell she really cared about Frozen.
“Maybe? I’m just confused why she did that.” Tom responded, shrugging back to you. After another moment, you sent him another sweet smile, still finding his song incredible.
“You’re a great singer and guitarist, honey. Maybe she was jealous or something.” You reassured him once more.
Tom still thought that something went wrong with his voice, until you tried to lighten up the mood. ''Did you see how she held the guitar strings to try to stop you from going again?'' You chuckled, and Tom put the guitar aside so that he could put his hands on his face. For a second you were worried that you said something wrong that would make him more upset, but he took his hands off his face. And then you saw that he was trying to hold back his laugh, and that was a sound that you loved to hear. ''I'm just glad she didn't throw something at me''
''C'mon,'' You tried to restrain yourself from laughing, but you ended up joining your husband. ''It wasn't that bad!'' You said while losing your breath from laughing too hard.
''I mean, I'm sure I won't be able to dress up Frozen themed for her birthday next month now.'' He said, understanding that would only make you laugh more. ''Man, I had the dress and everything, even bought the blonde wig on Amazon.'' He pretended to be upset about it, and almost immediately looked at you to see if you were amused.
A few quiet minutes went by before you two heard Sophie’s voice carry through the house. You knitted your eyebrows together, instantly recognizing the tune she was singing and Tom tilted his head to the side as well. “Is that what I think it is?” He mumbled to you as you started to smile more, nodding your head back to his question.
“Let’s go check up on her.” You whispered back, not wanting Sophie to hear you while she sang. You got up from the couch, along with Tom and slowly walked up the stairs, hearing her voice get louder.
“Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman. Go away, Anna! Okay, bye.” Sophie continued, not noticing you and her dad in the doorway. She was playing with her Olaf plushie, making him dance along to her song.
You glanced back to Tom, chuckling silently as he smiled back over to Sophie, proud she was singing. He understood why she acted that way now; that song was special to her and only her. Maybe she didn’t want to hear her dad sing it and possibly embarrass her.
Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, clearing his throat once Sophie stopped singing.
As the newest singer in the family stopped her performance, you two sat on Sophie's bed waiting for her to continue while smiling, encouraging her to keep going. When she went back to her little concert, you smiled at Tom while leaning into whisper, ''Watch and learn how your daughter is not shy at all about singing in front of people.''
He scoffed knowing you were just teasing him. ''Please, we don't count. She has seen you cry, and sing, over Louis Tomlinson's solo on History.''
''Hey! That's low, you know how that song makes me cry, it's their last song, it's their goodb-'' Tom stopped you before you told him again how much that song meant to you and the fans. ''Ok ok I'm sorry babe, I think it's a great solo, I'd cry if I was a fan too.'' He said while putting your head on his shoulder. ''Don't talk shit about my boyband, that's my Frozen.''
Tom laughed at your reference, and turned around seeing his daughter suddenly quiet. She climbs on Tom's lap, while you two hug and congratulate her on her amazing performance. Too caught up on the family hug, you didn’t notice your daughter leaning to whisper in her dad's ear.
''Daddy?''
''Yea my love?'' He hummed back.
''What's shit?'' Tom's eyes widened as he looked at you begging for you to help him. You raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged before leaning over to Sophie.
“Don’t know, I heard him say it first.”
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yeootinyy · 3 years
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Genre: Smut 18+
Kun x Fem reader
Word count: 4135
The long awaited sleepover
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You were sitting at home in front of the tv watching a movie when your phone started buzzing. It was a message from your boyfriend Kun.
💞My hottie💞
女嬰, we got some time off our schedule! We'll be home the whole weekend.. Do you wanna come over?😉
Y/n
Oh! Yeah of course!☺️ I'll come in a bit😉 Btw, I'll bring some clothes in case I can stay the night over there😅
With that you turned off the tv and walked to your bathroom to take a quick shower. After the shower you decided to put on some nice lingerie, just in case something were to happen. You and Kun had not really done anything intimate yet. It was one time where you two got to a heated make out session, but that got interrupted by Yangyang walking in his bedroom by accident. Actually you don't even know if it was an accident, because you could hear laughter after he had left the room that time.
Since you had met his members many times you felt quite comfortable, so you decided to just put on some grey sweatpants and a black printed t-shirt to go with it. It was actually a band t-shirt, with the ACDC logo on it. You just bought it one time because you thought it looked cool. After grabbing some extra clothes, your pyjamas, hairbrush and your toothbrush, you turned off the lights and locked the door to your apartment. You then went to the car and drove off to the dorm WayV stayed in.
••••••at the dorm••••••
The guys were sitting spread out in the living room in their comfy clothes playing games and talking. Lucas, Hendery and Winwin were playing a video game. Xiaojun, Yangyang and Ten was playing with Loui, and Kun was sitting in a chair scrolling through his phone. That's when he came to think of you and decided to send you a message.
Kun
女嬰, we got some time off our schedule! We'll be home the whole weekend.. Do you wanna come over?😉
💞女嬰💞
Oh! Yeah of course!☺️ I'll come in a bit😉 Btw, I'll bring some clothes in case I can stay the night over there😅
He felt a smile creep up on his face. Finally he was gonna see his girlfriend again. It felt like an eternity since the last time, because his schedule was so busy. As he thought about you, he went in the kitchen to clean up a bit. It shouldn't look like he and the guys had been away for a month if his girlfriend was coming to visit. Xiaojun noticed this and wondered why he was going to clean the kitchen now, after all they were going to have lunch in a few minutes.
To get an answer he followed Kun into the kitchen. "Why are you standing there washing the bench when we are gonna eat in a few minutes?" Xiaojun asked curiously. Kun turned around to face him as he spoke. "Oh, that is because my girlfriend is coming over." Kun smiled at him. Xiaojun was surprised and happy at the same time. He stormed off into the living room informing everyone about the news. This left Kun a little shocked but amused since he knew how much they missed y/n too.
There was not much that changed in the living room when Xiaojun came running in there, informing everyone that y/n was coming to the dorm. Lucas and Hendery was sitting in the sofa playing a video game, Winwin was sitting in a chair next to Lucas waiting for his turn, and Yangyang was sitting on the floor opposite of Ten, playing with their cat Loui. No one seemed to pay attention to what Xiaojun was saying, except for Ten. He heard the news and got really excited, so he stood up and decided to help Kun clean the kitchen so that it would take less time. For what he knew, y/n could stand outside the door at any minute.
••••••at the dorm••••••
You parked your car in the driveway and got your stuff, before walking up to the front door. You waited patiently after ringing the doorbell, and a few seconds later you were met by seven smiling men standing in front of you. Seeing that all of them were wearing comfortable clothes just like you, made you relax, since you were a little nervous if they had dressed up just because you were coming over.
As you walked inside you gave all of them a hug. However, when you were going to hug Kun, he took his arms around you and kissed you softly instead. The kiss got a little deepened, but not so much to make it into a make out session. He then took a step back to admire your pretty face before he took your bag and put it in his room. You followed the other guys into the living room, and sat down in the sofa next to Hendery. All of the others sat on their previous places except for Lucas who sat on the floor in front of you, and Xiaojun who sat in a chair next to Winwin.
The guys started talking with you and after a few minutes, Kun came back and sat down by your left side. You were now sitting in the sofa with Kun to your left and Hendery to your right, talking to everyone about all and nothing. Suddenly Yangyang spoke up. "You guys I'm bored. Do you want to play a video game or something?" Everyone agreed, and eventually you decided to take turns on playing Super Mario Smash Bros. You were so focused when you played that you didn't notice Kun admiring your face and the little things you did, like sticking your tongue out a little and making weird faces if you messed up.
Time had gone by fast and none of you thought about food until your stomach started rumbling. Ten looked at you and was disappointed in himself and the other guys. "I just realised now that we forgot to eat lunch, and now y/n is hungry. Maybe we should order or make dinner because it's been a while since we should have eaten lunch?" With that he stood up and walked to the kitchen, Kun followed shortly after while you and the others continued playing. "Let's just order some food, that is quicker." Kun said to Ten who was holding his phone, ready to dial the number of a takeout place.
They ordered some sushi because Kun knew you loved it. After a short while the food came to the dorm and everyone gathered around the dining table. "Oh sushi! My favourite!" You said as your face lit up. Kun looked at you and became proud of himself after seeing how happy you got. With that everyone enjoyed the food together and made some jokes and had a good time.
After a while all of you decided to watch a movie. Winwin made popcorn and Yangyang chose the movie. As if you read his mind he put on a horror movie. You had mixed feelings about those. Some were scary for you and some were a little boring. But this movie you thought were scary, he had of course put on The Nun because he knew how much you hated that character. When you realised this you glared at him, but he just stuck his tongue out at you. Kun noticed this and smirked at you. He leaned in and whispered in your ear "don't worry baby, I'll protect you" and then winked as you faced him with a loving expression on your face.
Xiaojun came back with the popcorn and the movie started. For most of the time you were hiding in Kuns chest, only peeking at the tv once in a while. He smiled at you and put his arms around you to make you feel safe, which worked really well. As the movie finally came to an end it was getting late. "I don't know about you but I'm getting sleepy, so I'll go to my room. Se you tomorrow morning guys." Lucas said as he stood up and went to his room. After that they left one at a time, and it was only you and Kun in the living room now.
You stood up to clean up the bowls you had used for popcorn, but Kun pulled you back down by your arm before you could even touch them. "What are you doing?" He said with a smirk on his face. You were a little flustered by the action but answered him in a shy tone "I was just going to clean up the bowls." You turned your head to show you meant the popcorn bowls.
Kun just shook his head a little, still smirking at you. "Baby you don't have to do that, besides I want you here, I've missed you so much." His eyes started to darken a little bit, but he still looked at you lovingly. His words made you blush and your face became bright red. You just sat there in front of him looking at his face. He sat there admiring you too leaning in little by little. When his nose was about to touch yours he said "you know I love it when I make you blush" he then leaned back to see your reaction.
Your eyes widened a little and when you thought your face could not get any redder, it did. Seeing your reaction made him make that attractive smile, and you could just melt right where you were sitting. "女嬰, why don't we continue this little thing we have started to the bedroom" Kun said while dragging you up with him from the sofa and walking towards his bedroom.
Once you stepped into his bedroom, your eyes scanned over the neatly made bed with marine sheets. Your heart started to beat a little faster at the thought of sleeping here tonight, but also at the sound of a door being locked. When you turned around Kun was leaning against the door with a dark look on his face, eyeing your body from head to toe. This made you bite your lip and look down at the floor shyly.
You could feel Kun walking towards you and lift up your chin to look him in the eyes. You stayed there for a bit, mesmerised in each others eyes before he opened his mouth to talk. "Do you want to do this y/n? It's okay if you say no, I've just missed you so much that I can't really help myself." You looked from his eyes to his mouth and up again, getting an urge to just wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him right there. Instead you just nodded your head as you couldn't get any words out.
He took your hand in his intervening your fingers, spinning you around so your back faced him. Not knowing what would happen next you just stood there, feeling him wrap an arm around your waist pressing his body to yours. By now you could feel your own body playing along, feeling the tingles in your nether region as you felt something extra press against your lower back or butt.
You felt Kun lean down to your ear and say "why don't you take off these unnecessary clothes for me, and I'll do the same for you" with a deeper voice than before. This made the warm feeling in your nether region become more intense. He put his lips to your neck, starting to kiss as he rubbed his fingers at your waist under your t-shirt.
After that he let you go and walked over to the bed. Before he sat down he took off his t-shirt, letting you see his muscular body and soft abs. At this point you could feel your core pooling up, and you could not stop staring at his perfect body. He noticed you staring and smirked. "Are you gonna stand there and enjoy the view all day? Or are you going to cooperate a little?" Hearing that you blushed before you took off your t-shirt.
Kun looked at your chest hungrily feeling a slight urge to touch you, but he just sat there waiting for you to take off the rest. Once your pants were off, he reached out his hand wanting you to take it. As you took his hand, he made you straddle him. You felt his bulge between your legs getting harder.
"I see you thought this might happen by the nice lingerie you are wearing" he smirked at you and scanned your body. You looked shyly into his eyes and answered. "Yeah, I just put it on just in case though" you felt him rest his hands on your hips as he leaned in and kissed you. The kiss started soft, but got deepened quickly. You felt his tongue ask for entrance as he licked your lips, and you decided not to give in.
His brows started furrowing by this wanting to gain the dominance, so he squeezed your butt. This made you gasp and he took this opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth. The kiss went on for a few minutes before you broke the kiss to get some air. Not wanting to waste any time he started sucking on your neck looking for your sweet spot. He started smiling against your neck once he heard a moan escape your mouth.
Kun kept sucking and gently biting that spot feeling your hands tighten on his shoulders. His mouth went lower and lower. Now he was kissing between your breasts, touching them at the same time. As if it was planned you felt your bra open and fall down between you and Kun. He stared at your chest admiring it. "女嬰 you look so beautiful" you just sat there slightly embarrassed looking anywhere than in his eyes.
He didn't waste a second after that and put his mouth on your right breast, fondling the other breast with his right hand. Your head flew back in enjoyment as a moan escaped your mouth yet again. Remembering that the other members were still there you put a hand over your mouth. Once Kun was finished with your breasts he noticed your hand and said
"baby girl they knew this might happen so don't worry they won't hear us tonight, you can let it all out for me." Hearing this you bit your lip looking at him. "Kun? Do you mind if I try something?" His eyes darkened a little more shaking his head to tell you that you could do anything you wanted.
You kissed him passionately eventually moving down to his neck, but you were not stopping there. As you went lower down his abs you felt him leaning back a little enjoying what you were doing. You looked up at him once you heard a low moan escape his mouth, and the sight of him enjoying what you were doing excited you.
You looked up at his face to see how he reacted while you licked his abs and started palming him through his sweatpants. The feeling of his hardened member made your core pulse, and his expression did not make you less excited. You were getting needy now so you tugged at his pants wanting them off. Kun understood what you wanted and lifted his hips for you to take off his pants and boxers with them.
The sight of his rock hard member standing proud made you widen your eyes, you looked almost terrified because of how big and thick it was. Kun looked at you reassuringly and said "baby it's alright, if you are scared we can take this in your pace." You thought for a second but shortly after proceeded with what you wanted to do. You wrapped a hand around his length watching his expression turn into a pleasured one as you started rubbing him.
He looked down at your face and you looked up at him, licking his member from bottom to top. It was the best thing he had seen ever, and it got even better when you put his member into your mouth sucking him as your hand worked on the part you could not fit. Kuns head tilted back as a long moan escaped his mouth followed by your name. You could feel him wanting to take control as his hips bucked upwards a little to match your pace.
You realised by now that he was close, and therefore started to suck harder around his member not caring if he took control. "Baby I'm about to cum" Kun said with a heavy breath. You continued sucking him off and after a few more seconds you could feel his member starting to throb in your mouth, shooting his load down your throat. Once you finished you swallowed it all down and looked at Kun a little exhaustingly. He was a little surprised by what you had just done, but a smirk creeped onto his face again faster than lightning.
"女嬰 you were so good, how about I'll reward you for what you just did?" He looked you in the eyes and flipped you over so that your back was against the sheets and he was on top now. He kissed you passionately and went down to your breasts as his hand started to rub your clothed clit. You let out a louder moan than before and bucked your hips upwards as a reflex. Kun was satisfied by this and kissed you lower and lower until he closed up on your core.
You wanted him to touch you there so bad again, but instead he kissed your inner thighs teasing you. Kun looked you in the eyes and said "tell me what you want me to do baby." You wined impatiently and made an expression that said how annoyed you were as if it wasn't obvious what you wanted him to do. While waiting for an answer he took off your panties and looked at your core, enjoying how wet he had made you.
You could feel his warm breath against your core, and it almost drove you crazy. "Kun please just touch me or something" he looked at you satisfied and lowered his face closer to your core. Putting his hands around your legs he widened them a little before licking your wetness. "Baby girl you taste so good" he said smirking up at you. Before you could say anything he dipped his tongue into you and worked on making you feel pleasured. This made you arch your back as a loud moan escaped your mouth.
Your hands intervened with his hair and tugged a little bit. For a second you felt Kun stop, but the emptiness where his tongue once was got replaced with a finger. He looked at you satisfyingly as you closed your eyes and moaned his name over and over again. He then proceeded to put another finger into you, pushing them in and out a little faster as he licked your clit now and then. This was making you go crazy, and you started to squirm a little under him. "Kun omg, I'm.. about to.." before you could finish a loud moan escaped your mouth and your core tightened around his fingers.
He slowed down his hand and eventually pulled out his fingers, watching your liquid make a string from your core to his fingers, before he put them in his mouth sucking them dry. You layed there with half closed eyes and heavy breaths, slightly looking at him you could see he was still hard. Before you could even move a finger, he got off the bed and went to his nightstand getting something out of it. You realised he was getting himself a condom once he opened the package and put in on. This made you excited again, and it was as if you just had gained a ton of energy back in your body.
Your eyes kept following his every move when he walked back to the bed. Kun looked at you with hungry eyes as he said "女嬰 from now on you are only allowed to call me daddy, although I love the way my name sounds when you moan" you swallowed hard nodding your head at his request. As if it was a reflex your legs opened wider when he neared the bed, your were tempted to touch yourself, but didn't as you saw his expression turn to a serious one.
You didn't want to make him mad since you didn't know what kind of consequences that would give you. Instead you waited for him patiently. "Y/n you are such a good girl for me, this is gonna be the best night of your life" he said as he winked at you. Hearing this your core pooled up once again, and you felt the wetness almost dripping down and onto the covers. Kun placed himself between your legs and positioned his length at your core. "This might hurt a little since it is your first time, but I'll go slow on you okay? Although, once you get used to it I can't promise anything."
You felt Kun rub his tip against your core, your hips bucked upwards as you wanted more of him inside of you. He only smirked at this action and looked you straight into the eyes before pushing his length slowly into you. "Oh y/n you're so tight" Kun said seductively. You could feel him fill you up all the way slowly as a tear fell down your cheek. Kun noticed the tear and wiped it with his hand, kissing you to try distracting you from the pain.
Once he was fully inside he stayed still to let you adjust. After a few minutes you nodded at him, letting him know that he could move. Kun started to move in and out of you slowly, and now you could really feel how thick he was. Moans started to escape your mouth and this made Kun move faster and faster. He looked at your face all the time wanting to see how good he made you feel. "Oh daddy you feel so good and thick" you managed to say between moans. "Yes baby, I want to hear more of that" he answered.
By now Kun started moaning you name too. You started to feel a familiar feeling in your core, you felt your release coming close and so did Kun. "Daddy I'm close! You're gonna make me cum!" You said moaning and right then you felt him pull out of you. You just looked at him annoyed and needy but he just looked at you hungrily. With a low voice he said "女嬰 get on your hands and knees." You did as he said and a few seconds after you felt him pound his length all the way into you.
The sensational feeling made you scream as he now hit a spot he had not hit before. Kun held his hands on your hips as he thrusted into you with great force, feeling your core tighten around him more and more for every thrust. "Daddy you make me feel so good! You're going to make me cum soon!" You screamed has he pounded harder into you. "Me too baby girl! Just a little bit more and you can cum" he said while grunting. A few thrust after that you both came together. He felt your core tighten around him and hold him still as you came, you could feel him throbbing inside you and spill his seeds into the condom.
Once both of you could relax he pulled out and threw away the condom in a trash can, he then came back to bed and put the covers over the both of you. "Y/n I love you so much, finally we got to do what we've been waiting to do for a long time." Kun kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you lovingly. You rested against his chest as you said "I love you too Kun, this was the best night of my life." The two of you then fell asleep as you were exhausted from the activity you had been doing just a second ago.
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horansqueen · 3 years
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New Angel - Chapter 20
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NIALL
I didn't expect Millie to bring me to the roof but she finally sat me down before walking to the small shed a bit further. She searched for a key and finally unlocked the door and it made me frown. Every single day, I found out something new about my best friend and it was amazing. I had known her for years but I actually didn't really know who she was.
"Hey, let me help you." I proposed, trying to get back up on my feet as she walked closer, bringing a mattress with her.
"Sit the fuck down, Horan." she quickly, replied, making me raise my nose up.
"Don't call me that." I mumbled, letting out a short groan and making her lips curl on the left.
She let the mattress fall on the ground and placed a blanket on it before walking back to me and bending down to my level, raising her eyebrows. The closeness of our faces made me smile and she rolled her eyes at me, smiling too.
"Do you think you can walk until the mattress or are you too drunk?"
"Drunk? Me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Millie laughed when I tripped again but helped me find my balance back before bringing me to the mattress. Quickly, I lied down on my back and blinked a few times. My smile disappeared when I saw all the stars in the sky and I felt the mattress move a bit as Millie lied down next to me. We remained silent for a while, my eyes moving from one sparkling star to an other as I tried to watch all of them even if I knew it was impossible. I felt a bit dizzy but the fresh air made me feel less nauseous and after a while, I even felt better. I don't know how long we stayed in silence but I realized we couldn't hear the sound and the music coming from our apartment and I enjoyed the silence more than I thought I would.
"I come here quite often." Millie suddenly broke it softly, making me realize I enjoyed her voice even more than the silence. "Just to look at the stars and think."
"Did you ever bring Louis?"
"No, only you."
I turned my head her way but she was staring up at the sky and I didn't dare adding anything about that. I didn't want to make her sad by talking about Louis but sometimes, it was stronger than me.
"So, what happened?" she finally asked after licking her lips.
She finally turned her head my way to glance at me before looking back up at the stars as I tried to remember exactly what had happened only half an hour ago.
"Grace said she loved me, I told her it was over, then Summer called and heard Grace's voice. I don't know what it triggered in her but she decided to come. Then Grace thought I replaced her and got drunk, and she kissed me just as Summer walked in. She saw us and was pissed. I told her I didn't want a relationship now, and I got drunk."
"Amazing summary." Millie replied after about a minute, turning to look at me again with a smirk on her lips.
"I just don't know what I want." I admitted, shaking my head slightly, focusing on a specific star and staring at it, "I told Grace it was over but is it really? I told Summer I was not ready for a relationship but is that even true? Or am I just not ready for a relationship with her? Should I date Summer or Grace? Should I even date anyone?"
The more I talked, the angrier and more confused I was getting. I closed my eyes and let out a groan before bringing both my hands on my face, pressing my palms on my eyes.
"Maybe if you can't pick, it just means you don't really love or want to be with either of them."
I felt my heart jump in my chest and held my breath. I wanted to be mad at my best friend for throwing that at me, but the her words actually made sense and it annoyed me. Before I actually got to really know Millie, I would hate how forward she was and simply get pissed at her. This time, it was different. Yes, what she had said was bothering me, but I was realizing that it bothered me because she was right.
"That... actually makes sense." I admitted gently, letting my arms fall on each side of my body. "Maybe It's not that I'm not ready to date, maybe I just don't want to date them. Then again, I don't intend to ever fall in love again. Fuck love."
"Yea, I have to agree with you on that." Millie whispered before letting out a sigh.
"Oh, by the way, I promised I'd let you know if I ever refused head from a girl, so you need to know that tonight, I did."
Quickly, Millie turned her whole body my way and when I moved my head to look at her, a curious smile was gracing her lips and it made me chuckle.
"From Summer or from Grace?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
I smiled at her with amusement and ended up turning my body her way too to face her. "Grace. I don't know what she was thinking about, and I was not sure if I'd regret it or not but I really don't."
"Mm, if Summer doesn't give blowjobs and you refused one from Grace, do you see the day where your dick will be in a girl's mouth again?"
"Summer and I aren't exclusive, remember?" I pointed out.
"Pretty sure those rules were made before she told you she had feelings for you. Maybe it changed..."
That thought made my heart jump in my chest but I just shrugged a shoulder.
"I'm gonna have to discuss it with her." I let out before sighing. "I didn't know having a friend with benefits was so complicated." Millie started laughing and I let my eyes roam on her face. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing it's just... a friend with benefit isn't complicated. Girls just tend to develop feelings for you and if you don't feel the same, then it can definitely get complicated."
"You're right, it's love that's complicated, which is cool with me because I'm not falling in love ever again. "I repeated for the third time on that night.
"I don't think we can really control that, but I don't want anything to do with love ever again either."
I was barely tipsy by then, enjoying the cool breeze on my skin and the time spent with my best friend. I didn't want to think about the party in our apartment and how we'd have to clean everything in the morning. I just hoped everyone would be gone when we'd go back inside, especially Grace, Summer, and Louis. It was insane how much trouble and mess they added to our lives and how peaceful and fun it was when it was only Millie and I.
"Why didn't I ever take the time to get to know you better before?" I asked in a whisper, sliding my hand on the blanket and leaning my cheek on it.
"You were probably too busy trying to find a good comeback to my teasing." she grinned and it made my lips curl into a fond smile. "We were like, frienemies or something."
"Naa, we just teased each other, we were never cruel or anything. We were friends, just a different kind of friends."
"I prefer what we have now."
"Me too." I breathed out before licking my lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Crash and burn." she quickly replied, her lips curling more as she chuckled, making me roll my eyes.
I knew we were there to watch the stars but instead, I kept staring in Millie's eyes for a few minutes in silence. There were so many things in my mind and it was tough to put everything back in place, probably because of the alcohol running in my veins and the tiredness making my eyelids so much heavier than normal. I didn't want to close my eyes, though. I didn't want this discussion to stop, and I started regretting all the drinks I swallowed. Perhaps I would be much more awake if I wasn't so tipsy.
"I have something to tell you, and I know you won't feel like it, but if you said yes it would be amazing."
I saw my best friend frown and pressed my lips together. I had to ask her now because I had no idea how long it would take me to convince her and I really feared her reaction.
"Spill, Niall."
"Yea, okay, so. I sort of told Louis we could spend the night with him tomorrow?" I pointed out, noticing her lips parting immediately. "I mean we were all friends, and you and I are even closer now! Imagine how great this friendship between the three of us could be!"
"It can never go back to how it used to be." she pointed out, as I nodded slowly.
"I know, but it's worth trying to save, yea?" I explained low, my eyebrows raised. "He won't bring his girlfriend, it'll only be the three of us. We can have one of our dare nights or something?"
I tried to decipher Millie's facial expressions as I looked at her but all I could see was pain in her eyes. I knew she still loved Louis and I knew it hurt her to be near him.
"If it hurts too much I promise to never bother you with that again."
Slowly, her traits softened and she nodded slowly.
"As long as you never leave Louis and I alone together."
"I promise. I'll even bring you to the bathroom with me when I need to go."
My best friend let out a loud laughter and it made me smile too. I loved knowing that I could make the pain in her stomach disappear the same way she did with me. I loved knowing that I could make her laugh that way.
"It's crazy that we had to have our hearts broken to finally get to know each other." I admitted, making her smile gently at me.
"It's the only good thing that came out of this heartbreak."
After a while, Millie curled up in a fetus position but her eyes never left mine. I hadn't felt this safe in a very long time and I was so thankful for the woman in front of me that I felt my heart twist in my chest. I couldn't find the right words to tell her how thankful I was to have her in my life, and how lucky I felt. I didn't know how to tell her how important she was for me.
"Thank you."
My lips parted at the words she murmured, and I felt ridiculous for not telling them before she did.
"What for?" I asked just as low when I really should have thanked her back.
"I don't have friends that really care. I didn't even know what it felt like. Besides Louis, all the friends I had never really tried to make me feel better." she admitted, looking down at her hands and licking her lips. "You're different. You care. I know it's cheesy, but you saved me, Niall."
I let my eyes roam on her face as my heartbeats accelerated. I did that? I thought she was the one who saved me, and not the other way around. I was such a pathetic excuse of a human after Grace broke my heart but Millie had taken care of me, she had helped me survive and then she gave me the strength to live again.
"Honestly, Mill, you're the one who saved me."
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I woke up early and frowned as the sun hit my face. My eyes fluttered open only to see Millie still facing me and asleep. Her lips were slightly parted and she whimpered low, moving slightly on the mattress.
I thought I'd be nauseous and hangover but I was surprisingly not but I didn't dare moving at all, scared to wake my best friend up. She looked peaceful and I spent a few minutes just looking at her. I tried to remember the conversation we had the night before and moved gently closer to her when I saw her shiver.
I brought my hand to her face slowly and let two of my fingertips brush against her cheek. I had no idea why I was doing that, and I didn't even have the excuse to be drunk, all I knew was that I wanted to touch her and be close to her, as if being close to her mentally was not enough. We were close, it was true. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I had a close friend like that, but I didn't feel close enough to her. I wanted to be closer, I wanted to be close to Millie in every single way possible, and that thought made my heart jump so high in my chest that I feared it would escape by my mouth.
"Mill..." I whispered, running my thumb on her bottom lip gently as her eyelids seemed to flutter. "Hey, are you awake?"
Her eyes finally opened but she shut them again suddenly and groaned low. "Fuck, we fell asleep on the roof." she mumbled, moving closer to me and hiding her face in my shirt.
I held my breath but after a few second, I wrapped my arm around her and chuckled. "You'll survive."
"I want my bed." she complained again, her voice muffled before of the fabric of my shirt.
"You can go now, I'll put the mattress and the blanket back where it belongs and join you in a few minutes."
She nodded against my chest and my lips curled on the right a bit but it took her a few more seconds to peel herself away from me and finally get up. When I walked back in the apartment, I noticed it was quiet but extremely messy. I walked by Louis' room and stopped, sticking my ear on the door to see if he was there but couldn't hear anything and finally just reached Millie's room, knocking gently on the door.
"It's open." she muttered.
I walked in and closed the door gently behind me before joining her in bed. I was awake and she was almost asleep but she still managed to talk despite slumber taking slowly possession of her body.
"Cuddle me, okay? I need it."
I felt my whole body throat at her request but held my breath when I moved closer, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her closer to me. I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of candies in her hair and my heart twisted in my chest. Was it possible that Millie wanted to be close to me physically, too? Was it possible that we felt the exact same thing at the exact same time?
"I need it too."
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37 and 45 for matty please!
37. “welcome to fatherhood” + 45. “you’re getting a vasectomy. that’s final.” w/ matty tkachuk
The one thing you and Matt both agreed on from the moment you got married and even before, was that you wanted to have at least, 4 kids. He grew up with a brother and sister while you grew up an only child, both of you wanted your future kids to experience life with a sibling by their side. 
And Matt especially had been eager to start a family from the moment the words “I do” left both of your mouths. He spent most of your reception whispering into your ear all of the things he had planned for the nigh, how he couldn’t wait to get you alone and just how excited he was for your honeymoon in Turks and Caicos— “I hope you don’t plan on leaving the room for the first two days...you know, adjust to the time difference and all.”
It was only an hour time difference between Turks and Caicos and your permanent summer residence in St. Louis, but Matt didn’t care— it didn’t matter, and the two of you definitely didn’t leave the room until your third day into your two-week honeymoon.
Which is why it was no surprise to anyone that you found out you were  pregnant a little over two months later when you were packing up to go to Calgary for the season. You were packing up some of the bathroom stuff when you came across a box of tests from your bachelorette party when it was decided the group of you would play “pregnancy test roulette” which thankfully— no one was actually pregnant.
But there was one left and instead of taking it with you or just leaving it behind, you decided to use it and see if maybe the back to back...to multiple back nights on your honeymoon and even then after, resulted in you being pregnant. Matt came into the bathroom, having stripped down to his gym shorts by the time he reached your bathroom only to see you holding the pee stick in hand.
“Is that?”
“I’m pregnant.”
He only stood there shocked for a few seconds before he swept you up into his arms and kissed you, the excitement shining in his blue eyes as he put you down and smiled. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
Your pregnancy was actually...pretty idyllic when it came to first pregnancies. Your appointments all went perfect, you were in good health throughout and even though at most times you were sure that your moodiness would chase Matt away at any given moment, he never faltered. He was with you every step of the way whenever the Flames schedule permitted it.
He took pictures of the ultrasounds to send to family, if he was on the road he’d always send you a text asking for a bump date, and then get a little cheeky asking straight up for a size check on your chest because he ‘wanted to see how the boobs are looking.’ He was loving, attentive and you felt more than lucky to be able to have him with you throughout.
You were sitting in the friends and family box at a Flames game when your water broke all over the nice fancy carpet floor of the suite. Both your Mom and Matt’s were helping you out of the suite, your last words to Keith before leaving for the hospital being “tell him my water broke, but do not let him leave this game!” A wish that Keith abided by and that Matt, when in an intermission, sent you texts worrying about missing the birth. You assured him that you doubted that you’d be having a baby in the 20 minutes of third period hockey.
The Flames won, Matt skipped media and came rushing to the hospital to be by your side, making it right as you were getting your epidural. Your families were in the room with you, waiting to pass the time and trying to distract you from your contractions. By the time you were fully dismayed, both you and Matt were escorted to the delivery room Brady yelling out via FaceTime that he hoped Matt didn’t pass out.
Out of all the books and websites you read and from the stories some of the WAGS had shared from their experience and friends experience, the pain was definitely worth it in the end. At one point, you thought that Brady’s chirp might actually come to fruition and Matt would pass out, since he was starting to look a little pale, but thankfully it never happened and his color returned once that small little cry erupted throughout the room, bringing the both of you to tears as he brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead, whispering small praises as you held the baby on your chest.
Grayson Tkachuk proved to be every bit his father. From the moment he was born— he was just always fussy. Fussy when he was tired, when he was hungry, when he was and and even when he was happy, he couldn’t stay still and couldn’t stay quiet. You were thankful that both of yours and Matt’s parents stayed around for a few weeks to help you and Matt adjust to parenting, especially you since right after Grayson was born, that following week was the Flames longest road series of the season.
Your late night FaceTimes with Matt and even the ones he had on free days, you could see that he was feeling sad and even a bit guilty that he wasn’t there to help you out. But you assured him that your parents were a great help and that if he felt so bad, he could change the first dirty diaper Grayson had the moment Matt came back. “Sure, it can’t be that bad.”
Matt came back late one night, your parents were all away in their guest rooms and you were struggling to fall asleep after Grayson’s last feeding. You felt gross, tired and in desperate need of a shower, but that didn’t stop Matt from cuddling you into the bed and kissing you endlessly.
“How’s my baby?” He mumbled, kissing along your jaw.
“He’s sleeping, thankfully.”
“No, my other baby.” He laughed, leaning up on an elbow. “You, you dork.”
“Oh, I’m—“ Graysons cry came through the baby monitor and you sighed, nudging him away and standing up. “I’m feeling like that.”
He shook his head and for up with you. “Come on, let’s go see our baby.”
You walked down the hall to Graysons nursery, his cries getting louder as you neared the crib. You knew what kind of cry it was, ready to tell Matt what he needed before he picked up Grayson and shook his head. “His butt is heavy.”
“Diaper change, Matty.” You laughed, walking with him over tot he changing table. You helped Matt get Grayson undressed from his onesie, Matt instantly gagging at the smell the was coming from Grayson.
“Oh my God, it’s leaking!” He groaned, shoving his nose into the crook of his elbow and looking at you with pleasing eyes. “He burst the diaper.” 
“You called dibs on the first diaper change of your return home. You smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek as you patted his shoulder. “Welcome to fatherhood, Matty.”
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Eight years and three kids later,  you’d become all too familiar with those signs of pregnancy— or so you thought you had. Grayson was a random positive pregnancy test, Madelyn was a ‘watch your period tracking app religiously’ planned kind of pregnancy and Sienna was not quite planned, since you found out you were pregnant with her only 7 months after having Madelyn.
You and Matt loved having the three of them so close in age—Eight, six and five— and while the three were also at each other’s throats over the smallest of things, toys, food, who’s car seat went where, they were also all extremely close. Most mornings, it wasn’t rare to find both girls cuddled with their big brother in his bed, or him sleeping on the floor in between their beds.
Their favorite time of the year, which also happened to be yours and Matt’s as well, was when both families got together at the Tkachuk’s lake house during the week leading up to the 4th of July. It was endless days of laughter, watching your kids play with their cousin and coo over the newest and smallest member, a baby boy Emma and Brady had welcomed only two months earlier, making their four year old son Tucker, a big brother.
Nights spent grilling out and enjoying the night summertime air only to wake up early the next morning to go out on the water— you loved it all. It was arguably the best time of the year.
Until the worst stomach cramps you ever felt in your entire life, ended up with Matt rushing you to the hospital where doctors listened to your assumptions of maybe it being your appendix. It was...a pleasant surprise when they came back and told you that you were pregnant before being told to relax while they brought an ultrasound tech in to make sure that everything was going okay.
“Pregnant.” You huffed, rolling up the tank top and stuffing it beneath your bathing suit top. “Pregnant! I was just pregnant!”
“Actually...it’s been awhile, five years. We wanted to wait a bit since Mads and Sie were so close in age.” He replied, spinning himself around in the stool. “And hey, with this being baby number four, we reached our goal.”
“And after baby number four, I’m staying celibate.” You mumbled.
You went back on birth control after Sienna was born, but it just never agreed with you. Through the last five years, you’d been through the implant, the pill, the iud— and all of them messed with your hormones so much that you and Matt went strictly back to condoms, much to both of your disdain for them.
“Alright, Y/N, I’m here to check to see what’s going on with your little one today,” the tech smiled, walking into the room. “Not your first rodeo?” She laughed, picking up the gel as she nodded at your rolled up t-shirt.
“Our fourth.” You replied, no longer phased by the cold feeling against your skin.
“Well congratulations again,” she smiled, turning on the ultrasound machine before picking up the wand. “I assume that you know what this is?”
You and Matt both nodded as she placed the wand against your belly, moving it around. “Can we do that thing we did with Madelyn? Guess the gender and whoever’s right gets to pick the name?” Matt smiled, holding your hand as he rested his chin on your arm.
“As long as you don’t turn it into a bet with your teammates.” You nodded, glaring at him. “I’m still not amused with the fact you almost let Sienna’s middle name be Sam because Sam guessed the gender correctly.”
“Sam’s not too bad—“
“Sienna Sam Tkachuk?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “It doesn’t flow Matthew! If this is a boy, we’ll let him use his winning bet as a middle name, but no more bets with the guys.”
The ultrasound tech laughed as Matt started to blush. “Okay, agreed.” He said, kissing your knuckles before looking towards the tech. “So how’s baby number four looking?”
“Well, you’re definitely not around 8 weeks like you thought you were. You’re more around 12 weeks and the babies are doing great. The pain you felt was probably more having to do with your pelvic floor trying to prepare for them.”
“See, babe? The babies are fine.” Matt smiled, looking at you before snapping his head back to her. “Wait, babies?”
“Babies,” she smiled, turning the screen towards the both of you and pointing at the three different figures on the screen. “Baby A, Baby B and Baby C, and they’re all looking good in measurements and I don’t see any worry you should be having.”
Your jaw dropped and you felt Matt’s grip on your hand fall as the both of you stared at the screen in shock. “Babies...plural...three,” you said, letting out a small laugh. “Triplets?! I’m having triplets?!”
“Mhhm, and I’ll get these scans for you. But just know that they’re doing great and with multiples, your doctor is probably going to want you to check in a lot more. So when you go back home, be sure to make an appointment as soon as you can.” She smiled, handing you a paper towel before walking to leave the room.
Matt got up and walked towards the screen, staring at it before squatting down beside you and staring at your belly, poking it. “Huh...I guess I can kinda see a bump. I can’t believe there’s three mini us’s in there.” He turned to you with a big smile, only to let it falter as soon as he saw your glaring eyes.
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
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HALLOWEEN FIC REC, Part II: Below you’ll find fics that take place on or around Halloween. (Part I)
📖 knock knock, i love you by @thelovejandles (86k)
Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.
📖 Skin New, Hands True, My Hands All Over You by @moonhusbands (44k)
Featuring a heavy dose of pining, copious amounts of alcohol, drunk dialing that results in a situation reminiscent of Rachel Green's, a ginger cat that likes to interrupt intimate moments, and a Halloween party that changes everything.
📖 Put On Your Running Shoes, I’m Ready to Go by @peachbootylouis (35k)
Or the one where Harry has to go to Liam at the gym he works at and just so happens to catch Louis giving a group exercise class, convincing him to start going to that gym just to see Louis as much as he can. And as it turns out, Louis may be just as eager to see him too.
📖 Autumn Leaves by @fourmp3 (19k)
all louis tomlinson wished for was a change to blow in with the cool autumn breeze this year. but when change comes in the form of a boy who makes him forgot to breathe properly, he thinks he may have gotten more than he bargained for.
📖 to the brim with fright by @hereforlou (14k)
Or, the one where Louis’ high and scared and Harry’s...also high and scared.
📖 that sweet something by @paisleystyles (13k)
or: a single dad au in which Louis hosts his annual Halloween party and needs a little help from a certain someone to make it all run smoothly. Featuring Zayn as Louis’ ever-exasperated colleague, Liam as a pumpkin patch owner and Niall as Niall, only with more highlighters.
📖 Am I Scaring You Tonight? by @chloehl10 (12k)
A surprise Halloween storm brings two unlikely men together. Stuck in a bookstore with no power, they spend their night reading spooky stories by candlelight.
📖 taken by the wind by @scrunchyharry (12k)
When he decided to move to London with his sister, Harry thought he would finally get to learn how to control his magic. He couldn't possibly have predicted that he would fall for her neighbour.
Or the one where Harry is a clumsy witch and Louis is making everything worse just by existing.
📖 You come in waves (we crash and we roll) by @rainbowsandlovehl (11k)
Three times Louis makes a fool of himself in front of Harry and one time he doesn't.
📖 I'll Meet You At The Cemetery Gates by @chrysopon (10k)
Or, Zayn works at the cemetery only because he likes to look at statues, Niall lives in a society, Liam is silly tipsy, Harry is a witch (not a wizard), and Louis just wants them to have some respect for the deceased.
📖 i get a little bit nervous around you by @femstyles (8k)
Or the one where Harry never had a problem with controlling his magic until Louis walked into his life. AKA the clumsy witch Harry AU no one asked for!
📖 that's the kind of love (i've been dreaming of) by @leedsau (7k)
You see, Harry and the boys (the boys meaning Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall) are employed for one month out of the year to dress up in costumes for an amusement park, to go around and be all scary and cool. Harry’s go-to outfit is a witch, but not the scary kind, he doesn't want to be one of the scary witches, he wants to be more…sexy, but also appropriate for families. Liam usually dresses up as a werewolf, Zayn a vampire, Louis a mummy, and Niall…well…
📖 Bon Appétit, Baby by @softfonds (6k)
It's Halloween, their baby daughter is staying with her aunt, and Harry and Louis finally get a date night, complete with a surprise Louis surely wasn't expecting.
📖 a walk around the edges of your trepidation by @britishlovers (6k)
Harry and Louis go pumpkin picking in Red Sun, one of the most eerie towns in England. Amidst beautiful photographs, breathtaking love and crisp autumn wind, events accelerate into a much darker perspective.
📖 in other words, I love you by @cocoalou (3k)
In 2004, the year that they met, Harry kissed Louis for the very first time on Halloween.
Ten years later, Harry has to spend Halloween on bed rest and Louis makes sure that his husband doesn't miss a thing.
📖 The cat is out of the bag by @vintageumbroshirt (3k)
Harry somehow gets himself stuck as a black cat on Halloween and needs help from Louis to change back into his human form.
The problem is: Louis doesn’t even know witches exist, much less that Harry is one. And there’s also the fact he thinks Harry is ghosting him after they had sex for the first time.
So the situations isn’t ideal. But it’s okay. Harry will figure something out.
📖 Out of Our Shells by @crinkle-eyed-boo (2k)
When Harry discovers that Louis has never gone trick-or-treating, he's determined to give him the most human experience possible.
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lemmesimpinpeace · 3 years
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Albert & William (feat. Louis) Random Fluff
Moriarty Manor - Upstairs Family Room
Albert and William sit directly across from each other, both of them focusing on their individual tasks while simultaneously engaging in light conversation.
Albert who was smiling to himself the entire time releases a small sigh of relief, feeling victorious he says without looking up: “William, the scarves I’m making for you and Louis are coming along nicely. I have no doubt they will be ready before winter starts a few days from now.
William flipping the page of the mystery novel he was currently reading, looks up at his older brother, and warmly replies: “ That’s wonderful news. Thank you for your generosity and hard work brother. And I’m sure if Louis were here, he would say the same.”
Delighted hearing his little brother being so appreciative, a small chuckle escape his lips, “Really, it’s no trouble at all, this is fun. I daresay I’ve outdone myself this time. I’m using a different yarn, so they won’t feel as prickling as the ones I’ve made last year.“
“According to you, Louis and I told you the material felt fine.”
After hearing William’s remark, Albert said nothing for the first few seconds then finally: "I’m happy to hear that, but there is no harm in wanting to improve the quality. As you’re well aware I want nothing but the best for you and Louis, especially if it’s something I’m creating by hand.
William laughs a bit and half jokingly retorts : “I would say how admirable of you, but that’s just your ego talking”
Realizing there could be a hint of truth in those words, Albert has a small smirk on his face, still, he feigns ignorance because it’s more fun that way, nonchalantly he confesses: "Now, William, I need you to understand that I enjoy spoiling the both of you whenever I am able to do so. This has nothing to do with me being a perfectionist."
William plays along and responds “Of course, brother.”
Satisfied and without saying another word, Albert focuses back on the task before him —interlacing yarn in a series of connected loops with needles soon to be Louis’s scarf. But, truly, William loves and appreciates everything his brother designed for him, even if majority of the items can only ever be worn indoors for obvious reasons.
Eventually William takes notice of the first scarf, his most likely, resting on Albert’s lap. He knew it was his because the color gave it away. It was a beautiful shade of dark burgundy —his favorite color. It had a simple rib stitch design and looked long enough to go round the neck twice or be worn in a loop. Overall, it appeared cozy yet stylish enough to match with any of his outfits. Being reminded of how attentive his older brother is, William smiled to himself. The only thing preventing him from wearing his new scarf outside at this very instant, was his (Albert’s) missing signature. His signature being a tiny green embroidered heart with their initials (W.J.M. or L.J.M.) stitched inside of said heart. He does this with every hand knitted item he creates for them, it’s done at the very end but, to him it’s the most important part. Cheesy? Yes, but sweet nonetheless. The black one that his elder is currently working on for Louis is coming along splendidly as well.
He silently praised his brother’s knitting skills rather than voicing it aloud. Actually on second thought, he decides to poke fun, with a cheeky grin he says aloud: “Your knitting skills certainly have improved, so much so, that we may no longer need to keep this hobby of yours a secret from everyone... To step out in public donning your creations without fear of sullying our dear family name...It would be a glorious day for us indeed.” With that, he looks back down in an attempt to continue reading his novel, the one he had forgotten about in the last 10 minutes but now he was sporting a mischievous grin on his face. At the same time, he hears Albert laughs.
He had stop knitting by then and in the most dramatic and crestfallen tone he replies: “How cruel... you believe the work I do is not worthy of display.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head, as he continues “I take it this also mean the sweaters I’ve made for you and Louis last Christmas are locked away and collecting dust? Never to see the light of day? William, you wound me... But, it matters not, you are my little brother and I love you. And I will continue to love you despite your treachery."
Of course, Albert is only pretending to have his feelings hurt, in reality he finds William’s honesty amusing. He’s also aware that most of his designs can be seen as questionable, but it’s done on purpose and everyone knows this.
Before William could expose his brother’s over-the-top performance, Louis walks into the room shortly after, pushing a cart with today’s lunch, and having already heard the last part of the conversation replies without missing a single beat: "Brother, enough with the theatrics, we love you but even YOU, wouldn’t wear those out in public.”
***Notes
I have no idea what this is, but here it is... it’s biased and ooc for sure, but whatever, I’m proud of it... You guys have no idea how long it took me to describe a damn scarf. I was literally googling how to describe a scarf because I just genuinely suck at describing things. In the end, I wrote the most blandest and generic description I could think of. Just assume they were some very pretty scarves. I also know nothing about knitting/sewing. I spent way too much time looking for descriptions for that too...I got the idea of Albert knitting from the omakes at the end of the ynm chapters. Personally I believe Albert knows how to knit articles of clothing that aren’t low key questionable/hideous, but he chooses not to because this is how he privately shows his love and affection. And he has a weird sense of humor. William and Louis know this. I also really wanted to incorporate Louis more in the story but I was only able to add him in the end. Sadly, it’s because I was already struggling with this. Adding another character would have stressed me out even more. It’s like I have thoughts, but it’s a challenge to form said thoughts into something coherent and enjoyable to read for others. I’ll do better to add him next time though.
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buckyskorpion · 4 years
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11 hours - part two
Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Summary: bucky is the mystery you can’t wait to solve. if you can get out of his bed long enough, that is. a biker au.
Warnings: gang-typical violence, sex scenes, alcohol mentions, probably more to come so stay tuned
A/N: thank you guys so much for the incredible response i got to part one!! it made me so happy so thank you. let me know wha yall think of this bit, we’ve got some plot going on which i always enjoy. i wont be taking tags for this so please dont ask.
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part one
You don’t hear from Bucky for a while after the party. It’s disappointing - you’re self-aware enough to admit that. But you also aren’t stupid enough to expect anything else. Bucky asked you to that party as a favour, you got a one-night-only special being in his life and you’re not expecting anything else.
You had hoped it wouldn’t have impacted your nightly rendezvous, but those had stopped too. You suppose Bucky decided not to trust you after all.
Almost three weeks later and you’re at work, thoughts of Bucky barely a buzz in the back of your head compared to the job at hand. You’ve always been able to let your work consume you, and it pays off in your line of business. Being a private investigator requires attention to detail, lateral thinking, and a questionable moral compass. Your patented paranoia doesn’t hurt either. Your dad tells you every time you visit that he wishes you’d get into something more stable, something less dirty, but you’re not really good at anything else. Considering the majority of your clients are partners trying to figure out if their significant other is cheating, it also pays well for quite minimal effort.
Quick rule of thumb for aspiring PI’s: they’re almost always cheating.
Today is one of those clients. You’ve tailed the guy in question to a tattoo shop in Red Hook, which is already a red flag. He’s an investment banker and buys Louis Vuitton cufflinks for his ugly work suits. He stands out like a sore thumb in this grungy neighbourhood. You snap a few photos of him outside the store, very obviously checking left and right for a tail before entering the place. People suck at being subtle, you’ve come to realise over the years. And at being observant, because all you’ve bothered to do to hide is sit at the cafe across the road and pretend to be taking photos of the latte art on your coffee.
Entering the tattoo parlour is a no-go, even if your grunge aesthetic would fit in with the clientele more than your straight-laced prey. There are other ways, though. You leave some bills on the table and cross the street into the alley beside the tattoo shop, wrinkling your nose at the dumpster smell. There’s a fire escape which you can reach if you stand on the lid of the offensive dumpster in question, leading to a window you hope will get you some insight into what Mike Shorditch of suspected-cheating fame is up to. Maybe he has a tattooed, lip-ringed young girlfriend he meets here? Or a heavy-set biker boyfriend? Or he just wants a tattoo and his wife is as paranoid as you are.
Squeezed uncomfortably between the bars of the fire-escape, you manage to aim your camera lens at the window and zoom in - jackpot. It’s a small window near the ceiling of the high-roofed shop, letting in minimal light to ruin the dark aesthetic of the place, allowing you a somewhat clear view of the shop inside. It’s really nice, you notice, and they have good taste in music. Slowly Slowly bleeds minimally through the glass and you try focus your lens on the faces inside, catching Mike among them like a unicorn in a goth reunion. He’s talking to someone, waving his hands around dramatically while the guy he talks to towers over him, arms folded over a ginormous chest.
You know that face, you realise as you aim your lens a little higher. The shock burns, almost makes you drop your camera and fall off the fire escape you’re precariously lying on. It’s Steve, blonde head unmistakeable as he glares at your target and dismisses whatever Mike says to him with an eyeroll. Without questioning it, you snap a few photos of Steve’s imposing figure - so at odds with the friendly, downright cuddly man you met at the party a few weeks ago. Just when you thought you’d gotten rid of thoughts about that night, they show up at your work. How is this possible?
None of this sits right with you. This strange coincidence, the weird behaviour at the party towards Bucky and his friends, Bucky’s general evasiveness and the feeling you get of being watched just being around him. Nothing is adding up and you’ve never been the kind of person to leave well enough alone. You snap photos of the shop, as much as you can - Steve’s tattoo sleeve that had been hidden under a jumper at the party, the stencils lining the walls, the locks on the front door, the counter where a scrawny kid in glasses bends over what looks like genuine high-school homework and ignores the adults in the shop. There are too many variables - you have to start making sense of one of them.
The easiest thread to pull is Mike, and he’s the one you’re being paid to solve, so it makes sense to start there. Clearly it isn’t cheating his wife should be worried about, but the meeting he’s having with Steve and the others doesn’t look like a friendly catch up with friends either. His personal cybersecurity is poor enough you figure you’ll be able to solve that particular mystery easy enough.
Bucky and his friends, however? That’s going to take a bit more digging.
***
According to Mike Shoreditch’s bank records, he owes somebody a lot of money. You get this from an account his wife doesn’t even know he has, believing all their money goes into a shared account with a completely different bank. Mike has a lot of secrets but cheating isn’t one of them - the print outs of his secret bank account statements and the pictures of him at Steve’s tattoo parlour would be enough for you to close the case and get your money. But you don’t. Not just yet. You have your own itch to scratch, now.
You’ve taken to watching the tattoo shop’s comings and goings, snapping pictures here and there. Steve comes in at ten in the morning, ready to open the shop up by lunchtime for customers and doesn’t close it until midnight. His customers are the usual sort you’d imagine at a rough tattoo shop in Red Hook - heavy set guys with full sleeves and chest pieces, grungy couples who probably live upstate but are rebelling against their trust-fund parents, random walk-ins who’s nerves you can sense from across the street at what’s become your usual table. There are a few, though, who stand out. Leather jackets and motorbikes they park in the alley beside the shop, using the back entrance you snap a shot of one night once they all went home.
You’re not jumping to conclusions just yet, you’ve learnt the hard way from doing that, but you’re also not stupid. Whatever Steve is into, whatever Bucky is by association a part of, there are some shady looking people involved as well.
It’s one of those days where you’re watching the shop from the cafe, camera left on the table in favour of devouring an almond croissant and cataloguing the people you’ve now dubbed regulars at Steve’s as they enter the shop. You should probably be doing your actual job but you can’t bring yourself to, too caught up in the shady business across the street from you. Absorbed, in fact, so you practically jump out of your skin as your phone rings and you send it flying to the pavement with an errant elbow.
You pick up without checking the ID, and boy was that a mistake. Heart pounding painfully in your chest, you answer, “Hi, hello, hi, this is (Y/n) speaking,” all in a rush.
A familiar, honey-warm laugh rumbles down the phone to you and your previously racing heart all but stops beating. Bucky says, “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
Does he know? Had Steve caught you spying and called Bucky asking why the random girl he brought to a party that one time was stalking him? You glance around the street, half expecting Bucky to be standing behind you and catching you red-handed. He’s not, of course he’s not, you’re just losing your mind a little bit.
“No, no, sorry,” you say, running a shaky hand through your hair. “I’m at work. What’s up?”
“I won’t keep you long,” Bucky says, sounding amused, and you hate how the rough catch of his voice through the phone all but erases the suspicions you have for him, warning you to stay away. You had missed him, is all. He says, as if plucking the thought from your brain, “I was missing you.”
“Yeah?” you ask, glad he can’t see the grin you send to the table. “That why you disappeared after the party?”
“Let me explain over drinks?” Bucky asks, dodging your jab with ease. No, no, no, don’t be stupid, he’s bad news and you’ve got the proof, don’t-
“You’re paying,” you say instead, silencing the smart side of your brain.
“Always do,” he says, which is blatantly not true but whatever, “Nine at Joey’s?”
“See you there,” you say, and hang up before you can do anything else stupid.
You bury your hands in your hair, leaning your elbows on the table and letting out a frustrated sound probably inappropriate for a public place. How are you going to go meet Bucky and pretend you aren’t, essentially, investigating his best friend? Maybe you don’t. Maybe you use this to get more answers, full-stop some of the question marks that have been playing havoc with your head all week.
And sex. You’re not going to pretend you won’t be ending up in Bucky’s bed again, shady secrets be damned.
***
Joey’s is a divey, underground bar you absolutely adore, and you’ve met Bucky here multiple times. He introduced you to the place, actually, a week or so into meeting up him. He’d laughed at how excited you were over the movie posters they used as decor behind the booths, the bartender who squeezed fresh apple juice into your shot of Jameson, the dirty bass-heavy music you eventually convinced him to dance with you to. Bucky is clearly trying to win you over by meeting you here, and you can’t say it’s not working. Just a little bit. You’ll still make him work for it.
Bucky’s got a booth at the back when you arrive, two whiskey apple’s already waiting on the table as he stands up to greet you. He pulls you into a hug, not letting you set the tone at all, but you can’t find it in you to mind as you’re crushed into his chest and he rests his stubbly chin atop your head. He smells nice, reminding you of spiced rum or something else warm and comforting, and his hands feel real nice as they dip under your top to press against your bare skin. Had you really missed him this much? You squeeze him tightly, ignoring the thump of your heart as he starts rubbing circles into your back, and you stand there in his arms for far too long to be appropriate.
Pulling away, though, feels like you’ve lost something.
Across the booth from you, now, Bucky slides a drink towards you with his usual cheeky grin. You roll your eyes at him, popping the straw in your mouth and looking out at the bar so you can pretend not to pay attention to him. He bumps your foot under the table but you ignore him, hiding your smirk in the rim of your glass.
“Doll,” he says, exasperated, and reaches across the booth to place his giant hand on the arm you have resting on the table. You look at him then, scrunching your nose up at the pet name which makes him smile. His eyes crinkle up at the sides, all soft and blurry blue, and you feel yourself forgetting why you’re supposed to be mad at him in the first place.
“What,” you say, mimicking his tone just to watch his jaw clench. His frustration is hot, what of it? You love winding him up like this.
“Brat,” he retorts, and oh, that makes you feel something you probably shouldn’t, all low and coiled hot in your belly. “Did you think I was avoiding you?”
“You were avoiding me,” you correct, raising your eyebrows at him. He hasn’t let go of your arm, now taking to rubbing his thumb back and forth across the leather of your jacket. You refuse to let it melt you.
“I was away,” he says, eyes sparkling. He’s practically laughing at you, which is- rude. You huff, barely believing him, and he says, “I was! Did you want me to tell you I was going or something?”
“No,” you say, rolling your eyes at him. You sigh - he’s right, what did you expect? Nothing, and yet you were put out anyway, but that’s a problem you’ve got to deal with on your own. Bucky doesn’t owe you anything and he knows it. You relax, finally, putting your drink down to cover Bucky’s hand with your own. You smile, say, “I’m just messing with you, Bucky.”
“Sure you are,” he says easily, but you know he doesn’t believe you. It’s dropped, then, forgotten as you sit there staring at each other in the dim light of the bar. You really had missed him, even if you still barely knew him. His stubbly jaw, the close-cropped sides of the new haircut he’d gotten since you’d last seen him, the glint of his dog togs against tanned skin disappearing under his t-shirt. The swirl of his chest piece peeking out from the neckline, and you can fill in the blanks because you’ve seen what’s under that t-shirt. You’ve traced your tongue over it, as well as every other inch of him you’re trying to memorise in case another month passed before you saw him again. If you ever saw him at all.
“What?” you ask when you realise he’s starting to smile at you, holding back a laugh. He shakes his head, looking down to pick up his drink and take a sip. You lean back, retracting yourself from his grip and folding your arms across your chest - he’s making fun of you, you know it, but you don’t know why. He does laugh then, also leaning back in his seat and regarding you with that head tilt that infuriates you.
“Nothing,” he laughs, eyes saying the opposite. “It’s just- it’s nice to see you.”
“You going soft on me, tough guy?” you tease, but he sobers at your words, the smile dying on his pillow-plump lips. He stares you down, that deep thing that reminds you how easy it is to get lost in him (if you aren’t already).
“Maybe I am,” he says, and that surprises you. You had been joking, but the heady way he’s looking at you turns it serious. “Would that bother you?”
You shake your head, not trusting yourself to say the right thing. You don’t even know if that’s a good response or not, but you’ve done it now and Bucky nods, downs his drink, all without ever breaking eye contact with you. You get the distinct feeling you’ve just agreed to something you don’t entirely understand, entangling yourself further into Bucky without even trying to. Given what you’d been uncovering about his friends the past week, you should know better. You should leave.
But you don’t. You lean across the booth, coming to him this time, and peel his hand off his glass to entwine your fingers with his. The cool metal of his signet rings offsets the warmth of his palm against yours, and the way he grips your fingers tightly signs the deal. Bucky is too enticing to stay away from, and you are too tired of trying to.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” you ask, but it’s not really a question. You watch his eyes dart across your face, tongue flicking out over his lips, stalling for time. You wonder what he’ll say. My friends run dodgy business deals out of a tattoo parlour? I’m involved in that, too? I’m dangerous, I’m a liar, you should stay away?
“I’m a mechanic,” he says. You try not to show your disappointment, but still, this is information you didn’t have before and you’re greedy for anything. “I have my own shop in Queens. Natasha helps me out, helps me run it. I’ve been obsessed with cars and bikes and shit since I was five.”
You smile at that, imaging little Bucky running around a car yard trying to convince his dad, or whoever, to teach him how to drive even if he couldn’t reach the pedals yet. You imagine him now, the hand you’re holding all greased up and elbow deep in a car’s guts, maybe with his shirt off and sweat dripping down his back. You’ve got to see that one day before you die, you decide right then. That’s too hot to just stay in your brain.
“Your turn,” he says, shit-eating smirk in place like he can read your mind. You blush, despite yourself, and scramble for something to say that’s not I’ve been investigating your friends all week and it’s not looking too good for them.
“My dad,” you blurt out, and Bucky give you a funny look like he thinks that’s your fact - you have a dad, isn’t that something. You curse yourself for starting this, you could’ve gone with anything and you said ‘my dad’? But you’re here now, so, “He raised me on his own, like, I don’t know my mum at all, but he always said he wanted me to have something of her so he taught me Russian. She taught him, apparently, and he taught her English. Now it’s like our secret language.”
“Russian, hey?” Bucky asks, and he seems far too surprised for the anecdote you’ve just given but you suppose it is the first actually personal thing you’ve told him. He doesn’t seem off-put by it, though, like you have expected him to be because you don’t do personal. In fact he just leans closer, almost unconsciously, baiting you to tell him more.
“Yeah,” you say, compelled to keep going. “We’d leave each other notes around the house in ‘code’, y’know, but it was just in Cyrillic. Thought it was so cool.”
“It is cool,” Bucky says, smirking at you again, “You’re cool.”
“Fuck you,” you laugh, kicking his ankle under the table but immeasurably grateful for the tone change. You don’t know why you’ve just told him that. You don’t know if you’ve ever told anyone that - Russian isn’t exactly a handy language to know. You feel drunker than you should be after a tiny bit of whiskey, high on the rush of unleashing a secret. Drunk enough that Bucky unlatching his fingers from yours to grip your wrist tight, a bit bruising, tugging you close, makes you flush from your scalp to your toes.
Bucky looks at you, dark and heavy, and asks, “Want to?”
You nod, throat suddenly very dry, and Bucky tugs you out of the booth without another word. Usually you wait a bit longer before getting on Bucky’s bike, have a few more drinks, maybe dance a bit if you can coax Bucky into it. Not tonight. You’re both on the same page - it’s been too long and you need his mouth on you about five days ago.
He pushes you into the apartment by the shoulders, rough enough you stumble but you’re quickly righted as he strides through the door after you and grabs you by the hips. Bucky crushes his mouth to yours, swallowing your needy whine with soft lips and velvet tongue as you fist his t-shirt and drag you both backwards, going and going until your back hits a wall. His palm slams into the drywall by your head but you don’t flinch, only groan as he smudges his spit-slick mouth across your jaw and down your neck. Bucky bites down, sharp teeth on soft skin, and you rake your nails down his stomach as payback for the mark you’ll have later.
“Off,” Bucky grumbles as he shoves at your jacket, getting it stuck at your elbows and trapping your arms by your sides. He seems to like like this, eyes flashing something dangerous in the dark of his hallway. You hold his eyes, heart thrumming something wild in your throat at being caught, pinned, vulnerable. With Bucky, though, you like that.
You want to reach for him but you can’t, so you wait for him to come to you. Kissing you breathless, hand fisted in your hair, other undoing the front of your jeans. God, you wanna touch him so bad but Bucky has you in his grip, yanking your head back to kiss that same bruised spot.  He sucks another under your chin as you cry out, pinpricks of pain-turned-pleasure bursting at the base of your scalp.
He gets his hand in your jeans, in your panties, runs two fingers down your cunt so easy with how wet you are already before rubbing bruising, slow circles on your clit. Your whole body jerks against Bucky’s hold on you, his thighs bracketing your body into the wall and his hand still fisted in your hair. Your mouth drops open in a soundless moan and you feel, rather than hear Bucky laugh against your throat. All executive function has diverted to the radiating ache of pure pleasure from Bucky’s fingers on you.
Bucky lets go of you hair only to press his hand on your throat, cold rings digging into your burnt-up skin and pressing you back into the wall. Long fingers tilt your jaw to look at him, increased pressure warning you against looking away, but you don’t want to anyway. Bucky’s eyes are dark like a sea storm, molten blue, and he squeezes his grip just once before saying, “Still think I’ve gone soft?”
Jesus christ, but you can’t answer him like this - not with your pulse thundering against his palm and the way he picks up the pace on your clit, making your thighs shake with the effort of holding yourself up. Bucky grins, boyish and crinkly, and it’s so at odds with the way he slides his two fingers down and pushes into you, twisting to the knuckle, that you think you might be losing your mind. Unravelling, Bucky pulling at the threads, and the only thing holding you together is his hand on your throat.
“Bucky,” you say, his name a broken breath as you start to lose focus. Everything’s hazy, glassy, your toes are going numb and tingly so you know it’s coming, building tight in your stomach as he rubs his fingers back and forth inside of you. At his name Bucky makes a sound almost like a growl, pressing his body against yours and somehow further into the wall. You need that contact,  the press of his muscles holding you up as it gets harder and harder to breath with the heat coiling up inside of you. He presses his forehead against yours so all you can see is blue edged out by black, claiming your every breath and moan, drawing you in deeper and deeper because you’re his, now. There’s no way back from this.
He presses his thumb to your clit, thrusts his fingers deeper into you, mouth parting with yours as you moan as if he means to swallow the sound. You’re there, you’re right there, and then he kisses you so soft you might’ve imagined it and you’re coming, your whole body clenching up and whiting out while he finger fucks you through it.
Trembling muscles come to leant against the wall, barely holding yourself up as Bucky extricates himself and allows you room to breath. He gently tugs your jacket all the way off, freeing your arms to come up sluggish and heavy around his neck, holding on. He laughs, just quietly, letting you nuzzle your way into the side of his neck and breath in that warm honey Bucky smell as you try and regain mental functions. It’s hard. You think Bucky’s just blended up your brain with a swizzle stuck and sucked it out through a straw.
“C’mon,” he says, gravel rough, and nudges his nose against the side of your head. “Not done with you yet.”
“Hmph,” you say, but let yourself be picked up under the ass and wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. You press a kiss to the skin of his neck you can reach with every second your body comes back online, digging your teeth in a little when he squeezes your ass as he walks. You’re both still fully clothes, basically, but you don’t plan to be for long. You’ve got tattoos to kiss and a dick you want anyway Bucky’ll let you. You’ve got all night, after all.
***
It’s late, you should be going, but you steal a few more minutes lying on Bucky’s chest. He’s sat up against the headboard, trying to braid little pieces of your hair with the cutest look of concentration on his face. The way he goes from dirty to dork always makes your heart do complicated things in your chest. You’re drumming your fingers on his chest, right next to his dog tags, and before you can overthink it too much you pause your drum solo to pick them up.
Bucky doesn’t pause in his hair-braiding but you can feel him watching you as you turn the worn metal over in your fingers. They’re well loved, a bit bent in places and the letters starting to rub flat  but you can still read it. His birthday, March 10th, and his name. You’d never thought to read these before - they always seemed part of Bucky’s past, something you weren’t allowed into yet. But tonight has made you bold, and you run your thumb over the letters of his name so you can memorise the feel of them.
“James Buchanan Barnes,” you mumble, words half said into his skin. Bucky hums but doesn’t respond, so you say, “I always knew no mother could look at their newborn child and call it Bucky.”
“Watch it,” Bucky warns, but without any real heat. You don’t ask what the tags mean, which war he fought in, when he got back. You lay them back on his skin carefully, straightening out the chain, before turning in Bucky’s arms to prop your chin on his chest piece and look at him.
“I should go,” you say, as you continue to lie there with legs tangled and Bucky’s hand now resting idle, cupping the back of your head. He bites his lip, strokes his big hand down the back of your hair and making you close your eyes for a second. You’re enjoying his touch too much, you’re getting too close for a man you don’t know. A man who you know has secrets you probably don’t want to uncover, but you can’t stop yourself.
“You could stay.” Bucky’s words hang there, suspended in the space between you. He’s never said that before. You never thought he would say that, ever. Bucky looks at you, face unreadable, and you don’t know why you feel sick to your stomach all of a sudden but you do. There are lines being crossed that you can’t backtrack from. You’re not ready to make that step yet.
“Not tonight,” you say, and it’s not a no but it’s not what Bucky wants to hear. He withdraws his hand from you, letting it drop uselessly to the bed beside him. You take that as your cue to go, rolling off the bed and dressing silently with Bucky’s eyes burning a hole in your skin.
You’re pulling away, trying desperately to regain some distance and control from his man who already has you swallowed whole, he just doesn’t know it yet. Even still, you can’t stop yourself crawling back on the bed and straddling his lap, holding his face in your hands as you kiss him. You want him to remember this - not you saying no, but the way your body will always say yes to him as he holds your hips and keeps you there, kissing you back as desperate as you feel.
But now you know you have reason to climb through the laundry room window that night and sneak away from Bucky’s apartment building, that you’re not just being paranoid because you’ve got photos to prove it. It’s that thought alone that makes it bearable to leave him, even if your heart is begging you to stay.
Part 3
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