#(never talking to her ex husband again I can understand but like why not keep ur son in ur life if u loved him sm???)

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

Satoru Gojo

Satoru Gojo NSFW Week 2023 Masterlist

Pairing: babysitter!Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Day 3: Lingerie, Body Worshipping

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Oral Sex (f. Receiving), Lingerie, Body Worshipping, Nipple Play

Satoru will do just about anything to be with the MILF he babysits for. He'll worship the ground she walks on. So it's fair to say he's happy when she surprises him with barely anything on.

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One thing that Satoru often fantasizes about is the woman he babysits for. Everything she does makes his imagination go wild. The shorts and the low cut shirts leave little to his imagination. His imagination goes wild whenever she pouts her glossy lips, scrunches up her nose or bats her long eyelashes.

He’s been with her before. One time while your daughter was asleep. But nothing ever happened after that. You never called him again. He really thought that the gig that was producing him, a somewhat broke college student, good money, was over. His eyes lit up when he saw your contact grace his phone again. He didn’t waste a second picking up the phone but to his dismay, it was just to babysit.

He wasn’t sure if you had a date or were meeting some friends, but you needed him to take care of your daughter. And now he’s here, his arms crossed as he watches some kids show. He’s just thinking about you, which pisses him off. He’s thinking about how you’re most likely with some idiot, making out with him and doing all the things you did with Satoru not too long ago.

He’s so consumed in his thoughts that your daughter has to tap his arm before saying, “There’s at the door, Toru.”

“Oh, sorry.” Satoru responds, patting the top of her head before standing up and going to the door. When Satoru opens the door, he finds your ex-husband. He knows your ex-husband, of course he does. Satoru has stalked every possible social media you have, and he’s seen your ex-husband over and over again. “Can I help you?”

“You a new boyfriend or something?” Your ex-husband asks, and it almost makes Satoru’s eye twitch. He doesn’t understand why he feels so jealous of the man that stands in front of him– Maybe it’s because they look nothing alike.

“Babysitter.” Satoru answers. He’s about to ask what your ex-husband is doing here, but you walk to the door right on cue. You smile at Satoru before looking at your ex-husband.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, and the man rolls his eyes.

“Told you I was coming to pick her up.” The man responds. You pout and then turn your attention to Satoru.

“Will you handle the exchange? I have to do something urgent.” You request and Satoru nods in response. You run into the house, kiss your daughter goodbye before running upstairs, while Satoru and your ex-husband stare at each other for what feels like a solid ten minutes. But it’s not even close to five.

“Well, aren’t you going to handle it? I don’t have all night?” And it makes Satoru walk inside to get your daughter ready to go with her father. It’s not much, just getting a small backpack and filling it with her favorite toys because she has everything else she needs at her father’s apartment.

“Bye, Toru.” She hugs Satoru and Satoru hugs her back. She keeps waving until her father grabs her waving hand and walks her to his car. Satoru leans on the doorframe as he watches your daughter be put in the backseat of the car. Once your ex-husband is done, Satoru shuts the door and walks back inside. 

He wonders what you’re doing upstairs, why you aren’t down here giving him his payment. He’s not going to wait down here. He begins to go up the stairs, while the wildest thoughts run through his mind. What if you’re upstairs in your bed and– God no, he can’t think like that knowing that he’s about to talk to you. He won’t be able to get a word out. 

Satoru takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. He patiently waits for your sweet voice to yell, “Come in!”

“Hey so since–” Satoru opens the door and walks into the room. His eyes nearly pop out of his bed when you lay on your bed wearing a red lingerie set. You’re scrolling through your phone, acting unbothered. But of course this is all planned, Satoru is not naive enough to believe that a woman just casually lays down in very sexy underwear. It doesn’t stop his cock from getting any less hard. “What…”

“I’ve missed you, Satoru.” You bat your eyelashes, pouting your lips. You sit on the edge of the bed. You let the bra strap fall from your shoulder, and Satoru doesn’t need an explanation as he walks over to you, “I tried to move on with someone else but you just fucked me so good…”

You don’t have to convince him. At all. He’s on his knees, ready to worship you as a goddess. In his eyes, you are a goddess. You don’t have to say anything for him to kiss your foot, then up your leg, telling you within kisses, “You’re so beautiful.”

There’s a smirk on your lips as Satoru kisses every inch of your body. His teeth nibble on the soft flesh of your thighs. Then he kisses the same spot over and over again, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He goes up, kissing your stomach and up to your breasts. He kisses and sucks your exposed cleavage, while one hand goes to your back to unclasp your bra. You slide it off and Satoru’s mouth wraps around your nipple. He sucks on your nipple while his hand plays with the other one. You bite down on your lip as he does so before a breathy moan leaves your lips.

He detaches himself from your nipple and kisses up your neck. He sucks on your skin, and you bite down your tongue when he finds that sweet spot that makes you weak. He finally gets to your lips and he pecks them a couple of times, “You look like a goddess. Any man is blessed to be in your presence.”

He goes down again, pushing your panties to the side. He takes a minute to look at your pussy, and his mouth begins to salivate. He gently kisses your cunt before he spreads your folds, getting a better look at your pussy, “Pretty little cunt. Prettiest I’ve ever seen”

He kisses your clit before his tongue begins to flick it. You watch him as he works his way through your cunt, and he’s looking back up at you to look at your reaction. The softest moans leave your lips as his tongue works its magic. 

You were thinking about doing this again, but you got busy. You never called him back, thankfully, you finally got to call him again. You aren’t someone that usually likes younger guys but Satoru is definitely an exception. He begins to suck on your clit while two fingers go up to your mouth, pressing against your lips indicating for you to open up your mouth. You open your mouth and he shoves his fingers in. When his fingers are wet enough, he takes them out of your mouth and drags them through your folds before he pushes them inside of you.

He swears he’s in heaven as he tastes you on his tongue. You just taste so fucking good. He wants to taste you every single day, and he’s swearing as he eats you out that he’s going to fucking marry you; that’s how much he loves your pussy.

“Oh, that’s so good, Satoru.” You moan as he moves his fingers. You hear him as he moans, letting you know how much he fucking loves your pussy. You’re biting down on your lip, throwing your head back as he makes you feel so good.

You feel that familiar feeling approach, and with every flick of his tongue, the feeling gets stronger and stronger. Your hands go down, your fingers running through his soft hair. 

His name escapes your lips, your legs shaking as you see white and reach your high. Satoru pulls away not without kissing your pussy one last time. He takes his fingers out then kisses your lips. He mutters on your lips, 

“Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

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[getvalentined]

I understand people giving Lucrecia the benefit of the doubt with regard to what she did to Vincent, just like I understand people not realizing how undeniably fucked up Gast was, but the important thing to keep in mind about these characters is that the majority of them are written as being in the throes of some pretty extreme cognitive dissonance.

It's not bad writing, it's that they're hypocrites. They reached a moral event horizon at some point, and they did what they felt they had to do when crossing it.

Gast abandoned a child because he wasn't what he wanted—even having raised Sephiroth up until that point and knowing that he was a pretty normal kid overall, as we can see from his behavior as a young teen in Ever Crisis, Gast still couldn't bear to continue to be responsible for a monster. He knew what Hojo was capable of, because he knew about what happened to Vincent, because it happened in his lab, and he left a literal child in his care anyway. Sephiroth's only crime was not being what Gast thought he was, and Gast damned him to a lifetime of torture under a "father" whose only goal was to use him to prove his own genius. Why? Because Gast had a goal, and the goal was what mattered, the ends justified any means he could devise. He was a man obsessed, driven to the verge of madness in his lust for the Promised Land. A religious zealot with the most powerful scientific team in the world at his disposal, ready to prove him right—and then he wasn't right, and the whole world fell apart underneath him. Ifalna gave him back that stability, because she was a real Ancient, and she gave him a new, better child to care for. A child that wasn't a monster, a child that was his, a child that might one day lead him to the Promised Land, if her mother didn't do so first. When Aerith was born, Gast got to be right again, and therefore all was right with the world. Sephiroth (like Genesis before him) may as well have never existed at all.

Lucrecia openly experimented on a man who loved her enough to die for her, going so far as to apparently use data from those experiments to improve her own academic standing, because she couldn't bear the guilt of being responsible for his death. It wasn't about whether it was the right thing to do, it wasn't about whether she loved him back, it wasn't even about her thesis at that point—she just couldn't continue to live having lost everything as a result of her own impatience, her own lack of regard for everyone around her. She killed her mentor through her own impatience, she gave up her son for experimentation, she didn't stop her husband from experimenting on her ex-lover, and she had nothing to show for it but crippling Jenova toxicosis and an equally crippling cowl of regret.

I could even go into Hojo here, how what he did to Sephiroth was a result of struggling to escape Gast's shadow, how what he did to Vincent was a result of him struggling to prove that he deserved his wife, how everything he did was born from the all-consuming need to do just one thing for which no one else could take credit. Hojo got the director position not because he earned it, but because Gast ran away. Hojo got Lucrecia not because he wooed her, but because he didn't have eyes like the unrequited first love that she killed. Hell, Project S only happened because Project G failed! Nothing Hojo has ever had that was worth anything was because of his work, only because the work of others failed. Why do you think he talks about "failures" the way he does? The failure of others is the only reason he's gotten so far, and he knows that any failure of his own will knock him right off that pedestal—and he's terrified.

None of these people are good people. I don't know that any of them ever were. But in their eyes, everything they did was justified, they took the right course of action, because they took the only course of action that their personal understanding of reality would allow them to take.

Were any of them actually right? Probably not. Certainly not, in some cases. But there's no going back on it now. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess, and there's no calling it back.

#fandom ramble #lucrecia crescent #professor hojo #professor gast #gast faremis #final fantasy vii #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #not even getting into the project g crew #mostly because I did a whole ramble on gillian a while back #and I'm not prepared to do a character analysis of hollander #who is possibly more messed up than hojo #for different reasons #but hoooooo boy #he's also dumber than hojo tho #which is his problem #if he were a little smarter #we'd be doomed

[earthtoharlow]

Previous Chapter

SERIES MASTERLIST

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: Look who’s back! #Y/NY/L does her first interview since leaving social media for over a year! Y/N talks about becoming a mother and dating #Drake and ex #JackHarlow

“Sometimes, I look in the mirror in the mornings and just say to myself “Oh my God! Bitch you’re someone’s mother!” It’s hard work, but I love every part of it. “

Y/L continues “it doesn’t feel like work though, having Ariel has made me look at the world with a new set of eyes. This sounds spiritual, but I really do feel born again.”

The rapper/model couldn’t hide the smile on her face when asked about Drake!

“Aubrey, brings me so much peace. After everything that happened in my last relationship, the idea of a new relationship was out of the question. Starting a family with him has made me finally understand why it didn’t work out with anyone else. He was always meant to be the one for me.”

Additionally, Y/N reflects on her past relationship with Rapper Jack Harlow.

“I’ll be honest, the day his Vogue feature came out. I immediately called him. What people don’t understand is that I was with him for 2 years, we were planning our whole lives together. I won’t go into details about our conversation but after that I sat back, watched, and cried while letting them have their moment. Which hurt a lot but I’m grateful for it because now I’m with the person I’m supposed to be with.” Click the link in our bio to read more!

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user: aw I’m really so happy for her

user: something seems fishy about them idk

user: see how y/n can do an interview and not talk shit about Jack Harlow?! Even though he deserves it!!

user: Drake can’t keep a women so they’ll be broken up soon

user: I know Jack and all his baby mamas shaking and crying

user: no wonder Stacey is jealous of Y/N

user: she’s so mature because if my ex was slamming my name in interviews I would raise hell!!!

user: she seems to be in such a great place mentally!

user: damn she’s really a mother

THATGIRLSTACEY

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thatgirlstacey: that look when bitches can’t keep your husband name out their mouth

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user: girl, you need to be worried about if Jack had another baby on you

haileybieber: 🤦🏼‍♀️ tell me about it

user: yeah y/n is weird

user: so y’all can talk about her but she can’t?

user: y/n didn’t say anything bad about you or your relationship

user: you lucky y/n didn’t drag tf outta you both

kimkardashian: sending you love 💕

user: ok enough about y/n girl you look good af

user: bitches stay jealous

jackharlow: love running their mouth 🙄

user: you ain’t broken up with him yet?!!

user: you won, you got the man! Leave y/n alone

JACKHARLOWSOURCE

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jackharlowsource: Jack Harlow and Stacey James-Harlow at the “White Men Can’t Jump” movie premiere!

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user: my parents

user: damn sorry to hear that

user: they’re so cuuuute!

user: Glad to see they’re still together! I was getting worried especially with reports saying they separated!

user: she’ll never leave that man, same tbh

user: he was never that happy with Y/n

user: goals

CHAMPAGNEPAPI

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champagnepapi: I would clear a whole town for you 🤞

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celeb: that’s twin!

celeb: love y’all!

celeb: now when something happens in Kentucky we know who did it 🤣

yourinsta: don’t play bout mine 💕

celeb: wipe that white boy like a snotty!

celeb: yeah they need ass beat

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: For him it’s whatever with whoever 🤞

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saweetie: I know that’s right bby!

user: goals

user: yeah fuck Jack and his wife!!

selenagomez: 💕💕💕

user: love seeing you so happy

user: between Drake’s post and this one, I think Jack about to get touched 😵‍💫

SZA: 🤭 kill bill

TMZ_TV

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tmz_tv: Details are scarce, but according to a report on Hollywood Unlocked Jack Harlow was celebrating the release of the White Men Can’t Jump reboot when he was punched in the face.

According to a source, the celebrity-filled after party was going well until Jack Harlow reportedly acted rudely towards wife Stacey James for unknown reasons.

A few guest tried to intervene but the situation got worse. He was confronted about his behavior to his wife and mother of his child.

The source told Hollywood Unlocked that a physical altercation occurred between the guest with Harlow leaving with a “bloodied nose."

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user: HOLY SHIT

user: ovo crew definitely jumped him

user: deserved

user: imagine getting jumped in front of your family I’d cry

user: drake said he’d spin bout y/n and he meant that

user: I think this is just karma

user: what a dick

user: omg can someone check and see if he’s okay

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AN: damn that’s crazy 🤪 I’ve missed toxic Jack so much so I wrote this up! Next part of this AU series probably won’t be up until Father’s Day because we still have to find out if Jack had another baby 😳 so much drama

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#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow reader #social media au #jack harlow instagram au #jack harlow #toxic

[flodeshe]

Astro notes 3 🌟 (including synastry)

Hi! Thank you so much for reading my posts!! I really appreciate it!Also big thank you to everyone who commented/liked/reblogged some of my posts, it means a lot to me! Keep in mind that these are just observations based on my experience and may not apply to everyone.I am not an astrologer.Thank you

-I noticed we tend to be attracted to the sign over the IC in the natal chart.It might be because the IC represents our roots,family and ancestors so we may feel familiar with that sign and therefore be attracted to it.

>Ex: I have Aries over my IC , and I tend to be attracted to Aries placements or Mars dominant people.

- Capricorn placements are usually VERY cautious when it comes to their money! As a result, they might come off as a bit stingy. They also tend to save their money.They find security and stability within their financial situation.They are the type of person to think:I have to have enough money because you never know what could happen.Hence, they usually give a pretty big legacy to their children.

-- I don’t know why but I have seen many boys being born in February and having lighter eyes( blue/green) and also lighter hair (usually blonde hair)!!

Now, a synastry observation about a placement overlay:

-Moon in 3rd house overlay in synastry ✨: I’ts a nice placement for communication. Personally, I have it with a childhood friend and communication is really important between us.When we talk to each other, we usually laugh a lot and I feel like we understand each other in a way.I think a reason why I enjoy this overlay might be due to Gemini rulling my 7th house which is the house of partnership and originally ruled by Venus(the planet of love) and I also have Moon in the 7th house.Moreover, the 3rd house and 7th house are both ruled by air signs which is why I may like 3rd house synastry or air houses overlays in general.And Gemini rules the 3rd house (of siblings,communication,intellect..) so.. With this overlay, the persons involve may like making jokes and even sometimes tease the other, most specifically with their words. Moreover, it can also means that even if the 2 persons are not considered as talkative, well, they might be very chatty when they are together.Also, one could talk a lot about the other to their friends or family without noticing it.Great placement for friendship (it could also be good with romantic relationships of course!).

So talking about synastry, I want to remember you that even if there are aspects or placements considered “best” or "worst" for romantic relationships, we all have different birth charts and we are all human beings with different perspectives and personalities, hence before checking a synastry , CHECK THE BIRTH CHART! Because, you are certainly more familiar/comfortable with certain placements/signs than others.Also, a synastry chart does not make a relationship.

Let’s talk about Adonis asteroid in synastry :

- Adonis (2101)😍 , is an asteroid which represents our “ideal man”, the type of men you are attracted to.I recommend to check its aspects and placement in your birth chart if you are interested in men.Jupiter in astrology, represents the husband. And I have Jupiter conjunct Adonis with 2 guys I thought were my ideal type and who got me faking scenarios in my head like “us getting married”lol..Also, I know a friend who has that aspect with a guy she had a big crush on and who looked like her “type”..

Me falling for them lol (found on Pinterest):

-Aquarius placements in composite or even Uranus contacts in synastry feels like:

(found on Pinterest, again lol(;

-I really LOVE Moon trine/sextile Uranus in synastry (platonic or romantic relationship) because it feels like the 2 accept each other's "weirdness" in a way.Like when you are together you are goofy and you feel you could do anything and the other person wouldn't judge you.LOVE IT!!ps: Venus in Aquarius😁 here

That's it for today.Thank you so much for reading!You can tell me if you have experiencied any of these placements! Sending love and light😘! Have an amazing day !

#astro notes #astro observations #synastry #astro blog #astrology #moon #Capricorn #aquarius #uranus #attraction #astro #astro posts

[starboysbrainrot]

Another day in the red room

situated in episode 17 of season 2, it’s a bit of a shit post, and it’s not meant to be serious 😭

inspired by one of @sillydeafwitch ‘s post where B&J can see what they’re doing in the real world

characters : og mystery inc (minus Pericles), mayor jones, Ed machine, Darrow family, nova etc etc, in the red room

another day in the red room.

-What in the living hell did you do this time ?

Cassidy was watching over a mirror-like window serving as a link between the red room and the real world, where mystery incorporated was already facing a new mystery.

-I honestly don’t even want to know.

Judy sighed, glancing over Cassidy’s shoulder.

-It looks like he found another way to waste my money…

Both turned their head, spotting an understandably pissed younger Ricky, sitting in one of the room’s seat.

-Can you even imagine how much hundreds of mutated cows cost ?! All that money, to track down teenagers and to find a stupid disk !

He sighed.

-Beside, I never wanted to hurt anybody… and yet it still happened…

Mrs Darrow put a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder, trying to comfort him.

-Honey, nobody here wanted to hurt anyone… Don’t be too hard on yourself.

-Beside, nothing that’s happening right now would be happening if some interdimensional creature whose name I will keep silent had deigned to mind their business and had left the human race alone.

Ed Machine growled, glancing at Nova who simply ignored him by walking to the center of the room.

-We have to be patient, the new mystery incorporated will be able to beat the demon, we have to trust them.

-That’s easy to say for you, said Cassidy, scoffing. You have nothing to lose, it’s not even your world that’s gonna get destroyed !

-I don’t see the problem, even if it’s not my dimension, I can still care about your world.

-Ah ! Shouted Danny Darrow, the kids have trapped the Queen, they are taking it out of Crystal Cove !

A sigh of relief was heard from everyone in the red room.

-See ? You have to trust them.

-Oh cut it out ! Jones snapped, before curling up on one of the red sofas in the room, that’s easy to say for you. Your body’s not being used by an evil entity who’s acting like a freak and neglecting your son !

He sighed.

-My meddling Fred, I hope he’s okay…

-Eh, I don’t think so, well, surely not after that.

Judy and Jones simultaneously turned their head to Cletus Darrow, who was worryingly watching trough the multi dimensional window.

-Brad’s launching a missile at Fred and their friends.

-I’M DOING WHAT ?!

Brad had been a complete mess since the Krampus incident and who had spent the week in a corner whimping and crying, no longer able to stand seeing himself in the real world. Seeing himself betray his son, snap at his wife, and blindly follow a mad parrot who had betrayed him years ago made him want to strangle himself. Literally.

-Why do we even HAVE a missile ?! And why on earth would I launch it on Fred ?!

-I don’t know, but you did. But you missed it so I guess they’re okay.

No answer came from the ex-redhead who had once again curled up in a corner, whimpering.

-Oh for god’s sake Bradley, Judy scoffed, clearly annoyed by her husband, stop whining, your son nearly died !

Another sniffle, coming this time from the mayor, accompanied those from Brad.

-My poor Fred… my meddling Fred…

Cassidy sighed, before shooting an exasperated look at Judy.

-You should go talk with those two stressed out whining idiots before I whip their ass.

-Got you.

Nova observed the rest of the room with an odd look, before clearing her throat.

-Well, the important part is that we have to trust the new mystery…

But before she could actually finish her sentence, the whole room turned to her, shouting their lungs out.

-SHUT THE HELL UP !

#scooby doo mystery incorporated #scooby doo #sdmi #ricky owens #brad chiles #judy reeves #cassidy williams #ed machine #shitpost #scooby doo nova #annunakis

[romanceandshenanigans]

AITA for wanting to get back together with my now engaged ex? (AITA Tag Game)

Rules: Write an AITA question and post from the POV of one your OCs

Tagging: @janec23, @kittttycakes, @auroramagpie, @can-of-pringles and anyone else who wants to join in!

Thanks to @clairelsonao3 for tagging me! This was genuinely a lot of fun!

I know it sounds bad and it is, probably, really bad, but I need to get this all off my chest. I feel like I’m going insane and could really use a slap in the face right about now. There's nobody else in my life I can talk to about this. Apologizes in advanced for any spelling or other errors, this is my first time using Reddit and not used to the formatting.

Some backstory. I (30M) met my Ex (26F) eight years ago. She had left home for personal reasons I won't get into here and we ended up living together for almost nine months.

I know, you're probably thinking I'm a rake for living with a woman and not immediately proposing marriage, but circumstances made that impossible. Again, I know this sound like I'm making excuses, but for her privacy I won't divulge. Just know that for the majority of that time we lived as old bachelors. It was only in that last month did things change.

I loved her like mad. I still do, that's why I'm in this mess, but I'm getting ahead of myself. The point is, I had fully intended to marry her. I wanted to marry her, but before I could propose a FF (family friend) discovered us and convinced me not to.

I feel like now it's important for me to clarify that I am not a gentleman. My father was a common sailor and my mother was a cook. I made my living in theatre and working any kind of odd jobs I could. Now I do theatre full time, but even then I can barely make rent some days.

She, however, is a gentlewoman. I didn't know this at the time, but when the FF arrived, he made it clear she did have connections. Being with me all but assured the destruction of her reputation.

The FF, however, gave us an out. Either I could marry her and risk her family cutting her off leaving her destitute or I could let her go and pretend it never happened. (The family had a cover story on where she was during our time together.)

I ultimately decided to leave. At the time, I thought I had done the honorable thing. She could move on, find a husband who could make her happy and comfortable and not have to live with a mistake she made when she was eighteen.

Now we come to last week. A business associate invited me to a party and, for the first time in eight years, I saw her again. I didn't even know she was in town. As it turns out her fiance is my associate's brother.

The fiance not a bad man as far as I know. He's a bit of a stiff and doesn't seem to understand theatre or the arts at all, but that can be easily forgiven. His brother clearly loves him, so he must have other qualities that makes up for it.

This is exactly what I wanted for her. She's about to marry a good man and be set for life.

It's just…she doesn't seem happy. I know I'm projecting, but I can't help it. Every time I see her with him there is just no spark between them. It's like their cousins or siblings rather than lovers.

She’s was always so passionate. I can't imagine she's so changed she could content herself with mild affections.

I keep coming back to the question of why now? And the only conclusion I've come to is maybe her heart had been broken as much as mine. Maybe she's only marrying now because she has to. Or maybe it's taken her this long to move on. If she had moved on sooner, surely she would be married by now.

Needless to say, I'm not getting any answers soon. My associate has been bringing her in as a kind of counselor, so I have see her a few times since that first night. She’s treating me rather coldly, but that’s to be expected. As if stands we have to pretend we don’t know each other and it’s killing me.

If I knew for certain she was happy, I could let this go. The only reason I’ve been able to live with myself was the thought that she was living a life I couldn’t give her. My circumstances haven't changed, but I'm having regrets.

I should have asked her to marry me before I left or at least spoken with her on what to do. Now she likely thinks I'm a bastard for leaving without a word, and rightfully so.

Despite all of that, I can't help feeling there's a chance. Sometimes I catch her turning away when I look her direction. Even now and again she seems to slip and allows herself to relax around me before walking away. She even defended me in front of a whole dinner party when she didn't have to.

Am I going mad? I haven't done anything. We haven't had a single moment alone together. But every time I do see her, all I want to do is pull her into my arms and never let go, damn the consequences.

TLDR; After eight years my ex is back in town, engaged to a good man. She doesn't seem happy and every fiber in my being is telling me to get her back. AITA?

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Where you goin, Star?

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 3

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, forced miscarriage, angst, animal death

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The morning of the bbq, Star had brunch with her parents which ended in another argument with her father.

"Dad, I'm not marrying John Walker. No way in Hell. He's abusive and rude. Besides he already has a girlfriend. Why can't he marry her?"

Alexander Pierce sighed heavily. He appreciated his daughter's strength but not when she opposed him. "John's now ex girlfriend, isn't the right kind of woman for his career. He is retiring from the Army and running for Congress. You are the right kind of woman. You have good breeding, an excellent education, a good reputation....not to mention your physical beauty. You would make a handsome couple."

Star looked confused "I've met Olivia Hoskins. She went to high school with John, they've been together for years. She is lovely and well educated too. I don't see what the problem is." she paused and her eyes grew wide "Oh my God dad. It's not because shes black? Please tell me that's not it."

He looked at her impatiently and spoke to her like she was a small child. "Sweetheart, don't be stupid it's not because of her skin color."

I'm sure she's a lovely young woman but she comes from nothing. Her education was paid for with scholarships but all the education in the world can't prepare you for this high powered life the way being raised in it can. You've always had the best and I've always expected the best from you. Wife of the future president is the best life possible. You will influence everything he does, in a gentle, loving way, while you stand behind him.

She could never be what you will be."

"That's fucking disgusting. You think I would be a better wife when I don't agree with conservatives these days? When I can't stand John? I'm not that good of an actress."

He chuckled "I'm sure we can find some incentive for you to behave appropriately."

Star rolled her eyes "Not bloody likely. I have to go. I'm meeting some friends" she stood up, gave her mother a hug and left.

Her mother tried to change her husbands mind "Honey, I don't think she would be happy with John. Maybe-"

She almost fell out of her chair when he slapped her "Now sweetheart, look what you made me do." He grabbed her chin tightly and forced her to look at him "Don't question me again or I'll send you away on another 'vacation'. Understand?"

She nodded, shaking and trying to hold the tears back until he left the room.

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When Star got home, Bucky was waiting for her. He could tell she was agitated "What's wrong Star?"

She shook her head "Just my asshole father. I don't want to talk about it. Let's go have some fun" she kissed him hard on the mouth.

When she pulled back he was panting "I know some fun we could have here. No one will care if we're late." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him, kissing her neck.

Star pushed him away "We can do that when we get home. I don't want to show up late, looking and smelling like sex. What would your friends think?"

Bucky smirked "The friends who complain about the smells in the clubhouse from our sex? They'd probably thank me for keeping it away from them."

Star shook her head "You're insatiable Jamie"

"Only for you Star."

"Better not be anyone else. I'd hate to have to kill you."

Bucky kissed her "Never anyone else. No one could ever measure up to my Star. You're it for me baby."

She looked at him curiously and whispered "You mean that, Jamie?"

"Of course Star. I love you and nothing will ever change that." He said sincerely.

"Oh, Jamie. I love you too." She kissed him again. "But we still need to go. Let me change real quick." She came out of her room a few minutes later in jeans, boots and a peasant blouse with something in her hand.

"Happy Birthday, old man."

Bucky grinned "You didn't need to get me something."

"Just open it"

Inside was a photo album full of pictures of her in barely there lingerie and the last few in nothing at all. She pulled down the shoulder on her blouse to show him she was wearing the first set.

"Something to keep in mind for when we get home."

Bucky smiled lasciviously "I'm going to destroy you tonight baby. Make sure you eat enough to keep your strength up."

When they arrived at the clubhouse, he led her to the large back yard and everyone cheered. Steve was the first to approach them and gave Star a big hug. "Welcome to the asylum. I don't know how you do it but I've never seen Bucky so happy. Thank you."

A tall black man with an eye patch and a 'kiss the cook' apron came up to them "So you're this Star I keep hearing about. Barnes is pretty smitten and I can see why." He hugged her.

"I'm Col Nick Fury, I own the garage where he works and I started this little club."

Bucky explained. "Nick was our C.O. in Iraq. Steve was our captain and I was sergeant, you know Peggy already. We met Sam, Thor and Loki there" he pointed people out as he named them "Jane is Thor's girl, Darcy is Jane's friend and Loki's something. The blonde over there is Danielle or something, she is sitting on Jack Rollins. The redhead is Wanda, the guy next to her with the frosted tips is her twin brother Pietro. The antisocial asshole smoking by the fence is Zemo, claims to be a baron in some former Soviet country but the twins are from the same country and never heard of him. Thinks he's above all of us."

Bucky looked around "The kid behind the bar is Peter, he's a prospect which means he's not a full member yet and we get to boss him around" Bucky grinned and shouted "Hey Parker, how about something to drink for my girl? You remember Star, don't you?" As he pulled Star into his lap.

Peter smiled then his face flushed when he remembered meeting Bucky's girl, walking in on them having sex in the kitchen. When he spoke his voice cracked a bit "Yes sir. What does the lady like?"

Star smiled at him "Can you make an on the rocks margarita? If not I'll teach you."

Bucky smirked as he watched Peter pulling up the recipe on his phone and carefully measuring the ingredients out and pouring them into a clean glass.

Peter walked over to them and handed Star her glass and a cold beer to Bucky who winked at him "Good job, kid"

They all chatted and while Star was getting to know them, the back door opened and a tall man, but not as tall as Bucky, with curly dark hair and a face that had been through too much, walked into the yard.

Nick turned around from the grill "Rumlow! Nice of you to drop by. When did they let you out?"

Rumlow scoffed "A few hours ago. I tried to call for a ride but no one was picking up." He looked around and saw Star, a lecherous grin taking over his face.

"I see we have new meat, no wonder y'all were distracted. What's your name, sweet butt? Can I have a turn when Barnes is done?"

Bucky bristled "Hands off Brock, she's no sweet butt, this is Star and she's mine."

Brock looked disappointed "No fair claiming them before everyone gets a taste. She looks delicious, too."

Bucky growled and pulled Star closer to him. "You touch her and I'll knock those ugly scars right off your face. I ain't playing Brock. She's with me and I'll fuck anyone up who messes with her."

"Fine I won't touch her." He looked at Jack and the girl on his lap. "Looks like it's the three of us again, Dana."

The girl looked angry "It's Dot dammit. Why can't any of you get my name right?"

Brock smirked "Cuz we don't care what your name is as long as you open your legs. Or mouth."

Nick scolded "What the fuck Brock? You just got back and you're going to be an asshole? Do you need a nap or a time out?"

Brock sat down with a beer "I just need to cut loose, get rid of that trapped feeling jail always gives me."

Zemo speaks for the first time "I'm down for some trouble. Maybe meet some new girls, whatshername is getting boring." He looks Star up and down "You have any friends you'd like to invite, pretty Star?"

She shuddered and pressed up against Bucky who glared at him.

Steve shook his head "Isn't cutting loose how you ended up in jail in the first place? Maybe just hang out and have a few drinks. Stay out of trouble for a minute."

Nick looked at him pointedly "Crime isn't really our thing anymore."

Star looked at Bucky questioningly "I thought all bikers were criminals"

Bucky chuckled "A lot of them do some crime but not all. We found Brock, Jack and Pietro running a chop shop when we finally came home. Nick bought their garage and this house. We all sat down and decided we didn't want that shit over our heads. Nowadays, except for some substances that are occasionally procured for personal use, we are all clean. Brock has a hard time keeping in line."

Nick smiled at Bucky fondly "These are good boys for the most part, a little rough around the edges but good hearts. After all we went through I couldn't stand the thought of them turning into petty criminals."

Star basked in the glow of this family that had no blood ties but seemed more caring and accepting than her own parents. Her mother tried but her father didn't want to be soft on Y/N. She'd rather be Bucky's Star than Y/N Pierce with all the trappings that entailed. She would prefer a simpler life with her horses and dreamed of the day she would be able to leave it all behind.

The bbq was a great success as most of the group made fun of Bucky for another birthday with joke presents that implied Bucky had been making up his new girl.

Brock made a couple of inappropriate cracks and couldn't seem to stop staring at Star but she just ignored him even though he grossed her out.

They drank too much and shared a couple of joints so decided to crash there instead of driving back to Stars house. She brushed her teeth and washed her face before changing into one of his t-shirts.

When she walked into his room Bucky whistled "You know I love you in my clothes doll but I recall a certain outfit that I was planning on destroying."

She smirked "Maybe I'm still wearing it and thought this would make it easier for an old man like you. I don't wanna wear you out too quickly."

Their coupling was different that night. Still passionate but there was more behind it. Like meeting his family and being accepted made them both more sure of the relationship, that it was real and could last.

They only slept for an hour or two when her alarm went off and he groaned, pulling her closer "No Star, stay here with me."

She chuckled sleepily "I can't Jamie. Animals depend on me, people depend on me. You don't have to take me home, I'll call an uber."

He growled "Not a chance my girl is riding with a stranger when I could have her on the back of my bike. I'll be dressed in a sec."

They basked in the glow of what felt like a new chapter of their relationship but when they arrived at her house the glow was dulled. A black Rolls Royce was parked in her driveway, Clint standing next to it, and her stomach clutched when she saw her father waiting on the porch.

"Y/N, I'm glad you're home. I was so worried" he said with a hint of sarcasm.

She removed her helmet and dismounted the bike speaking softly "Why don't you go Jamie and I'll deal with this."

Before Bucky could answer, her father spoke up. "No, actually I'd like to speak to your friend as well. Jamie, is it?"

Bucky could sense her fear but this man didn't scare him so his turned the bike off and dismounted. He offered his hand to her father "Mr Pierce, James Barnes."

Pierce looked at Bucky like he was dirt and didn't offer his hand. "Maybe we should go inside, don't need the neighbors talking."

Y/N grabbed Bucky's hand and pulled him inside, brushing past Clint who looked at her with disappointment.

Once they were all inside she turned and looked at her father "What do you need dad? I have a busy day to get started."

Pierce looked at Bucky with a sneer "I need you to end this little rebellion and settle down with John. You know you can't beat me and I don't want anyone to get hurt."

She glared at her father "Stop throwing around threats. I won't marry John and I will walk away from you and this bullshit life in a heartbeat so drop it."

Pierce saw the determination in her eyes and decided to take a different approach. "Fine but this isn't over. We'll talk soon." And left with Clint.

Star was shocked he backed down so easily. "Be careful Jamie. He probably has more plans, my father never backs down."

Bucky smiled and kissed her "Don't worry, Star. I'm always careful and I'll never let anyone hurt you."

Star went to work, heading back to the barn as Bucky left.

When Bucky went out front he saw Clint still waiting "Mr Pierce would like to speak with you privately. Would you like to follow me?"

Bucky nodded and climbed onto his bike, following Clint to an office building and then to the top floor where he stepped out of the elevator into a busy office. A receptionist greeting him and showed him into Pierce's office.

Pierce waved him over to a chair. "Look James. I know how stubborn my daughter can be so I'm hoping you'll see some sense. I'm sure you care about her, maybe you really do love her but you have to realize it can't work between you.

Y/N might say she doesn't care about money but she's always had everything she needed and then some. She's never struggled in her life. She might believe that your love is enough but for how long? How can she be happy in that clubhouse that you share with your degenerate friends? John Walker comes from a good family and has a bright future, a real shot at becoming president one day. Do you think that a mechanics wife compares with being first lady?"

Bucky grimaced "What about her inheritance from her grandmother?"

Pierce shook his head "Not happening. My lawyers have already found a few loopholes so I can tie that money up in court for years, she'll never see a dime if she marries you."

Bucky sighed defeatedly "I love her sir and won't leave her unless she wants me to."

Pierce smiled evilly "What if I sweeten the pot for you? You walk away from my daughter, tonite, and I'll set you up in another city. But you have to leave and don't try to contact her after you leave here."

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When Star was done working for the day she saw she had a text message from Bucky.

'I love you, Star. No matter how things look or what people say, please remember I will always love you.'

She smiled but was confused. When she tried to message back, then call him, she was blocked. That made her scared so she tried to call Steve, then Sam. They had blocked her too. She started to panic and jumped in her truck to go to the garage. When she got there Nick was closing up, he looked at her sadly.

"Miss Pierce. How can I help you?"

Star looked at him in shock "Miss Pierce? Yesterday it was Star. What happened?"

Nick coughed "Nothing miss, just addressing you appropriately."

She shook her head "Whatever. Where's Bucky?"

Nick shook his head "He left. Took Steve and Sam with him."

Star started to panic "What do you mean left? Where is he? Where did they go?"

"I'm sorry miss. I don't know. They came in this morning, said they were leaving, grabbed their tools and left."

She started fighting to hold her tears back. "Why would he do this? He blocked me, they all did. I don't understand."

Nick just shook his head sadly.

Star took off for her father's house, crying and cussing. She slammed the door when she came in and started yelling "Dad!DAD!! You bastard! What did you do?"

Pierce came down the stairs calmly, smiling "Y/N dear, lovely of you to stop by. To what do I owe-"

She cut him off "You know goddamn well why I'm here. What did you do?"

He shook his head, chuckling "I simply helped the boy see reason. Convinced him that he would be holding you back and offered a handsome sum for him to start elsewhere." He paused, smiling widely "Next weekend you will announce your engagement to John and start planning the wedding of the season."

Star snapped "No fucking way. I will never marry him. I'm going to find Bucky, I have to tell him I'm pregnant. I took a home test this morning after he left."

Pierce scowled "Well that won't do" and waved someone in from the hall. "Brock, could you take care of that for me?"

Brock nodded and smiled cruelly "My pleasure, sir."

Star looked at Brock wide eyed "You?"

Brock nodded "yeah, Me. You know, I saw Barnes when he was leaving, asked what he wanted to do about you. He just shrugged and told me 'if she comes back looking for me, you can have her' and winked"

Brock punched her in the stomach. Hard. Over and over until she couldn't hold herself up any more, then kicked her a few times for good measure.

In between her sobs she yelped and curled into a ball "Daddy, please. I love him, I want....your grandchild. Please"

Pierce looked at Brock "call Dr Zola to check on her. Then take her home."

When Star woke the next morning her body ached and it took her a few minutes to remember what had happened before she started crying again. She stayed in bed, refusing to answer the phone or door. She didn't understand how Bucky could say all those things but just take her fathers money and leave. She had never felt such pain in her life.

Around dinnertime she heard knocking again and was ignoring it until she heard her door fly open. She got out of bed and looked to see who it was. Her father and John Walker came in with Brock trailing behind.

John reached for her but she flinched away "It's ok sweetheart, I know you're hurting but once we marry it'll be better for you."

Star stood up straight and spat at him "I won't marry you John. I don't know how many more ways to say it."

He looked at her questioningly "You sure about that honey? I'll bet I can convince you" and nodded to Brock.

Brock quickly grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her as he followed Pierce and John to the barn. He dropped her onto the floor in the middle of the barn.

Pierce looked at her coldly "Are you sure you won't marry him?"

Star nodded "positive"

He nodded to Brock who walked up to the stall marked "Charlie", pulled put his gun and fired it twice.

Charlie grunted and fell over.

Star jumped up and ran to his stall, screaming "CHARLIE!!" and fell next to his lifeless body, sobbing.

Pierce threw his handkerchief at her "I hope you see how serious I am now. If you aren't at the party this weekend, dressed and ready to act like the fiance of the man you love then Brock will come back for Lulu.

Have a good week, dear."

Chapter 4

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Spencer and Female Reader

👥. Friends to lovers

🎞 Missing Scene from S14 Episode 9 ‘Broken Wing’( episode where we find out Tara’s ex husband was a drug addict) The scene I would like is one where Spencer and Tara talk about shared experiences. Reader is there afterwards.

(Optional: 🥼 Tara Lewis as teammate/confidant)

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Summary - Spencer tries to help Tara see the impact she had on her ex husband without realising by reliving his relationship with you.

CW - drug use and drug addiction, recovering, mild swearing, angst with happy ending.

WC - 1.4K

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Broken Wing

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Spencer wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Tara alone in Morgan’s old office upon arriving home from their latest case.

It had been a rough one for her, dragging up so many well buried memories she’d disguised from the team for three years.

He didn’t blame her at all for keeping this particular facet of her life a secret. Spencer knew all too well how to keep them from the people he loved the most.

He considered leaving her, the last thing she probably needed right now was company. But Spencer knew he was the only one that could even begin to understand what she was going through.

He rapped his knuckles against the half open wood door out of politeness more than anything.

Tara glanced up from her intense stare at her lap into Spencer’s eyes.

“Hey,” she croaked a little, forcing a smile.

“Hey,” he replied quietly. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.” She shrugged, sitting up straighter in the chair.

“Look, I know you probably don’t want to talk but I just wanted you to know if you did want to talk…” Spencer trailed off, perching against the old desk.

Tara looked up at him, her usual stoic eyes held the weight of years of pent up emotions.

“Why couldn’t he get clean for me?” Her voice cracked as she spoke and her eyes searched Spencer for answers she knew he didn’t have.

Spencer lip drew into a tight, sad smile, bracing his hands against the desk for the conversation to come.

Even after all these years, thoughts of his past drug addiction still caused his stomach to coil into knots.

“I can’t answer that, Tara. But I’m sure he wanted to. Drug addiction is a beast. It’s the monster under your bed come to life and it grips you so tight you think there’s no way out. I wanted to get clean so many times before I actually did. It…it…sucks you in.

Drugs make us inherently selfish. I’m sure he wanted to do it for you, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t about you, it was bigger than that. Addiction is an illness. We want to get better, but actually doing it…I know it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Tara exhaled through slightly parted lips, leaning her elbows on her knees.

“Did he think it didn’t affect me? The nights he spent god knows where while I was worried sick about him?” Her tone got a little tense, her anger at Daryl creeping to the surface again.

“I think he probably didn’t think anything at all.” Spencer simply shrugged. “Honestly I know I never gave a thought for anyone else. Sometimes I stayed out all night just wandering the streets high out of my mind. I’d wake up with a ton of texts and missed calls from the team but it never occurred to me that I was hurting them too.”

“What about Y/N?” Tara’s eyes narrowed slightly on him.

Spencer couldn’t help but smile a little at the mention of your name.

“We were just friends back then. She tried so hard to help me, showing up at my apartment at all hours just to check in. Sometimes I’d stumble home in the middle of the night and she’d just be sitting outside my door waiting for me to come home. The drugs didn’t let me understand that she was just trying to help. I got angry, on more than one occasion. Pushed her away, told her I didn’t need her help and that I was fine.”

“Sounds familiar.” Tara smiled wryly. “He could get so violent at times.”

“Like I say, it’s a selfish illness.” Spencer relaxed a little against the desk, loosening his white knuckle grip on it a little. “I don’t think I was ever violent but I was certainly aggressive. Most of all with her. The same way Daryl directed his anger and frustration at you.”

“Why is that?” Her eyebrows pulled down into a frown.

“We lash out at those who care about us most. I think it’s a defensive mechanism? Push away those who care about us and who we care about because even in our drugged states we don’t want to pull them down this fucking rabbit hole with us.

I was undoubtedly in love with Y/N back then as I’m sure Daryl was with you. I didn’t want her to see me in my darkest moment so I yelled and I screamed and I pushed her away because I was…scared.” A few tears gathered at the corners of Spencer’s eyes as he spoke.

“He used to pin me against walls and yell at me like it was all my fault. I was only trying to help.” Tara’s voice pitched a little as though she might cry but Spencer knew her better than that.

“I once screamed at Y/N that I hated her and I wished she’d leave me alone. I told her I hated her and that she was a nosy fucking bitch for thinking she could just show up and think she held all the answers.” A tear escaped his eye as he unsurfaced that memory and he quickly wiped it on his jacket sleeve.

“But you did clean. And so did Daryl. Just not for me.”

“I don’t think that’s strictly true.” Spencer was quick to counter. “I know for me, every word Y/N ever said to me stuck. I might not have gotten clean for her but I did clean because of her.”

Tara’s eyes widened as an understanding passed between them.

Maybe it wasn’t until Mary came into his life that he actually got clean, but she’d still helped. Every fight, every bad word shared had stuck with Daryl.

Maybe she’d helped him more than she knew.

“You’re lucky to have her.” Tara smiled and it only held a hint of sadness.

“Don’t I know it.” Spencer chuckled. “I’m sorry for what you went through Tara, I really am.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry too.”

Spencer pushed himself up from the desk, shooting Tara a soft smile.

“If you ever want to talk again…”

“I’ll be sure to let you know, Spencer. Thank you.”

Spencer nodded and pushed on towards the door.

Outside in the corridor you were leaning up against the wall, a slightly wistful smile on your face.

“How long have you been there?” He cupped your cheek, grazing his fingertips along your skin.

“Long enough.” You shrugged. “Is she going to be ok?”

“I think so.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before slipping his hand in yours.

The two of you started walking towards the elevators.

“I’d say I can’t imagine what she’s going through but…”

Spencer glanced at you as you walked, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“She helped Daryl in more ways than she might ever realise.”

You glanced back at him, the look in his eyes telling you he wasn’t strictly talking about Tara.

“I’m glad. And I’m sure she’d do it all over again.” You bumped your shoulder against his and he smiled softly at you as you reached the elevators.

He pressed the button with his free hand.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah Spence, I know. And I love you too. No matter what.”

He slid his hand out of yours and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body and placing a kiss in your hair.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever thanked you for everything you did for me. Sticking with me while I treated you like that.”

“You were my best friend.” You nuzzled into his chest. “And also, I was undoubtedly in love with you back then too.”

As the elevator doors opened you looked up at him with a smile.

He led you inside the elevator and as the door closed behind you he captured your lips in a kiss.

“I’m pretty certain after everything we’ve been through over the years, we can survive anything together.” You stroked a rogue strand of hair back off his face and he hummed at your touch.

“Doctor and Mrs Reid against the world?” He chuckled, taking hold of your hand again and feeling your wedding rings bump together.

“For better or worse.” You offered him a teasing smile as the elevator started making his descent.

He hoped Tara would see the impact she’d had on Daryl one day. It took you a long time to see just how much you’d aided Spencer’s recovery without even realising it.

Drug addiction is selfish and it destroys everything in its path. But without Tara’s insistence, without the fights and the harsh words, Spencer was sure Daryl would not be where he is today.

Maybe one day Tara would be able to take those broken wings and fly.

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[wherewhereare]

Posted on 6 May 2019

Breaking Gwen’s picture and wiping Blake’s name kind of inline with throwing salad at stranger, poses with shady poster, not wanting to casually say Blake’s name, and hung up phone when Gwen’s name brought up, not to mention inner Blake’s circle calling her out. Compare to some random cheating post when his friends and acquaintances praising Blake’s character including ML herself, well until Blake dated Gwen and hell break loose.

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capitulationismymiddlename answered:

Yeah, it’s not too dissimilar from other behaviours, which is why - whether it’s fair or not - most people would be more likely to believe those stories without the level of evidence they might require if it was another celebrity. 

And I mean, I can give them non-random people talking about the end of Blake and Miranda’s marriage if they REALLY want. I never bother to just put crap out there on social media, but a very recent thing they may want to look at: Preshias Harris talking the ACMs on a podcast named Y’All. Google her name, the fact that she’s spoken highly of Miranda in the past, and then enjoy the following (and yes, I’m including ALL the context so RFs can’t accuse me of picking and choosing my facts). Believe what you want to believe. *takes a deep breath* 😊

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What did you think of that kind of heated or fun stuff that didn’t have to do with the awards show, per se? 

Well, um, I think Miranda should’ve left that at the backstage door. But Reba has always been open about women - cos she’s had to fight the good ol’ boys from the Rodeo circuit up, y'know. Reba speaks the truth, y'know, and I understand and I feel exactly the way she feels. On the other hand, your marriage comments about your ex-husband does not belong on an awards show. Has nothing to do with the women of country or the music community at all. And I saw the Twitter uproar about her getting her digs into Blake, and I thought that was just very distasteful. But I say it the way it is, you know. 

Well, since we’re talking about Miranda and Blake Shelton, if this public record and everybody should know this, let me know, otherwise I guess we’ll all stay in limbo but what - if there’s an official release of why they got divorced, what is that reason? 

Um, fifth amendment, please. 

Okay. Alright. 

I will tell ya, um, it wasn’t Blake’s fault. Because [can’t understand] somebody called me who works with somebody, okay, cos it was poor, poor pitiful me. I’m just gonna say it straight. Blake was not the cheater. Okay. He was the first time around. Cheated on his wife Katt. He’s apologized to her time and time again. But that made me very respectful of him. But yeah, your clothing don’t go in the front yard with your stuff if you’re on the right end of the stick, so to speak, and I’m - 

 Which is what - 

- And I’m gonna shut my mouth. 

That’s one of the reasons I asked the questions cos we wanna know what’s going on on Music Row, what’s really going on on Music Row. I bring the question up because if what you’re sayin’ is true, then why does she even keep this stuff up? It only makes her look m.

You know what, everybody on Music Row is askin’ that question. You know, her album Wings, y'know, that she came out with after the divorce - very respectful to it, one of my favorite albums ever from Miranda. So because I really tried to be neutral just because of the journalist and the things I do and being a writer and everything. But when I’m being neutral for you and then five years later, you pull [?] and turn it, stick it and twist type situation, even though it’s in a very subdued kind of way, it’s just poor taste. It’s just the way it is. And I think she knew it too. But once you get to the level she is, she can do anything she wants to. And the fans of both she and Blake - Twitter lit up, and Twitter it out or Instagram or whatever. So I think if you read the Instagram posts you’ll see that I’m probably with the other 90%. 

Well, okay, again, if you know anything about Miranda Lambert here in the last year or so, I mean, it’s not like she’s sitting around bored and lonely. She got married not long ago. I think she robbed the cradle, probably; her husband’s younger than she is and he’s a cop as well. So way to go, Miranda. So I don’t know. 

I just wish her happiness. I just hate it because it’s a very small five blocks here on Music Row, you know. So I just, I wish she would be the Miranda she was before the divorce - Cos we all have to live and work here. It’s uncomfortable for everybody involved if you’re making it uncomfortable, you know. I’m sure her new husband really - This, especially them being newlyweds, I would definitely have toned it down a little bit just out of respect for him. 

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Death is only the Beginning PT 6

Warning: ok there is I guess you can call it smut, I know it's some sex and a little explicit. I just call it two people making love and having fun doing it 😁😁😁

Anyway enjoy

Chapter Thirty-Two

Every since his encounter with Namora; for some reason M'Baku hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. All this time she had accompanied Namor to meetings or events; he hardly noticed her. But that has changed, and now she has occupied spaces in his mind. If needed, he could draw a detailed picture of her face and body. He stood before the window of the throne room, looking out at Wakanda; thinking about her.

“My King,” Okoye called to him a second time. He turned to greet her. “Are you alright?”

“I am fine General,” he lied. “What can I do for you?” She slowly came towards him, noted something was troubling him.

“Did you discover W’Kabi’s whereabouts?” She asked. He sat on the throne looking at her.

“Why would you ask that? No, we do not know where he is hiding.” He snapped. She gave him a bewildered expression. He realized he was being rude. “My apologize, I should not be taking my moods out on you.”

“I just asked if you were alright,” Okoye sat next to him in the chair reserved for her. “And you told me, yes.

“I know, but I feel ashamed; for the things I joked about with both you and Ramonda; concerning your choices of men.” He confessed.

“Oh?” She stated, wondering as to what could have brought this on. “I think you are trying to say, our second choices being Talokanil men; since our first were Wakandans. Though the Queen Mother did better than I with her first.”

“Yes, exactly what I mean.” He looked over at her, and could tell she wasn’t accepting that quick response. “Alright, you got me.”

“I got you? I have no idea of what you are talking about.” She told him. He leaned over staring her in the eyes. “If I hear this again; it will be your bald head rolling around like a ball.”

“My King, how insulting,” she scolded him. “I would never breach a confident.” He thought about it, and agreed; she wouldn’t.

“Tell me about Namora,” He asked. Her eyes enlarged and jaw dropped.

Attuma was in the sections of rooms, Okoye and him would be living after their marriage. She had left to meet with King M'Baku to get some updates on her ex-husband; and the search for him. Against his better judgement, he allowed her to go alone; as if he could stop her. He didn’t want to be that controlling husband. He couldn’t if he wanted to be; she wasn’t going to be that type of wife. At that moment, Namora slowly walked in, and he could tell she had something on her mind.

“What is troubling you?” He asked her. She looked at him.

“Why did you ask that question?” She stared at him.

“Because you look like you are troubled. Wait! Is the Queen alright?” He panicked.

“The Queen is well,” she told him.“She is with K’uk’ulkan; in their cavern.” She revealed.

“Oh! They are together, together,” Attuma got what she was saying. “And you needed to speak with him?”

“Yes, no. I do not know.” He could see, whatever it was compromising her; she wasn’t sure how to deal with it. “So, tell me what’s going on, and we can figure it out.” She stared at him, contemplating if she should. Then she realized who better to discuss it with besides Namor.

“Tell me about this king of Wakanda; the one called M'Baku.” Attuma tilted his head to the side, dumbfounded. This was unexpected.

Shuri woke up to see, Ramonda absents from her bed. She realizes keeping tabs on her mother’s whereabouts, weren’t as necessary as it has been; since her full recovery. Right now, she’s getting a better understanding; her mother’s hovering over her after her brother’s death. At that time, Nakia walked in the room; after checking in on Ramonda.

“Where is your mother?” She asked, walking out on the porch searching around.

“Probably out doing the commune with nature thing,” Shuri was in the kitchen, preparing herself some hot tea. “Toussaint still sleeps?”

“Yeah,” Shuri looked at her, sensing there was something she wanted to discuss. Now that they were alone.

“Something on your mind?” she asked. Nakia came to her and sat on a chair at the counter, as Shuri set the kettle on the stove.

“Why do you not want me to seek out W'Kabi?” She asked.

“You need to be here watching my mother,” she told her. “And your son my nephew.” So that is where the problem lies. Toussaint and his well-being.

“You think I am not capable to do the job I am trained, and care for my son at the same time?” Nakia asked, anger in her voice.

“I never said that, Nakia,” she told her. “Who else can I trust, better than you; to assure that the only two family I have left is safe? Especially, if W'Kabi is out there planning and plotting?” Nakia watched as Shuri broke in front of her. She came to her and took her into her arms, holding her tight. Everything has been demanding of her; and if she can lift some of this burden off her, she will. Whatever she needed her to do she would do.

“You are right,” Nakia told her. “I will guard them with my life.”

“Thank you,” Shuri said, grateful she will guard. It will be one less thing she would need to worry.

“No need to thank me, they are my family too,” Nakia told her. “And you as well.” Nakia pulled Shuri from her, and looked her in the eyes. Shuri already knew it, or she never would have asked her.

“This will help me; knowing you are here with them,” Shuri expressed. Nakia felt the tears fill her eyes, and turned away wiping them.

“Oh, you can see me getting ugly with the tears, but I can not see you?” They begin to laugh. Shuri was happy to have Nakia back in Wakanda; and Toussaint getting to see the kingdom, his father was born and grew up in. One day, he will become King of Wakanda. But that will be some time later on; right now, he will enjoy life as a young child should.

“You think the Queen Mother is over doing it?” The teapot begins to whistle. “She just recovered from the forbidden plant.

“Let’s give her a few,” Shuri poured them some tea. She was as concern as Nakia. “Then I will go in search of her. But you know this is my retribution.” Nakia looked at her confused.

“How?” She inquired.

“For taking my mom's worrying about me for granted.” She explained. “To save Riri, I had the Talokanil warriors to take me to their leader. I never consider how this would affect my mother. I never knew she met with him, and he laughed at her; when she bargained with him for my release. My mother begged for my return and he teased her.” Shuri felt a rage forming, one she thought she had released.

“I didn’t know all that happened,” Nakia was concerned for Shuri. “Maybe we can do some meditation and cleansing. It will help you let go the negative energy.”

“What I need is to find W'Kabi,” she told her. “I blame him as much as I do N’Jadaka, for my brother’s death. If the hearts shaped herb had not been destroyed by N'Jadaka; T'Challa would still be here, and my mom too.”

“Do we really know if it woukd have saved T’Chakla?” She asked. And by the Goddess Bast, the Queen is here, Shuri.” Shuri gave her this doubtful look.

“As far as my brother Is concerned; we will never know, now will we Nakia?” Shuri asked. “And my mother; can you truly say, that is really my mom?”

“That, Shuri?” Nakia came closer to her, and stared her in the eyes. “Who, or how about ssh; anything but that when you come to address the Queen Mother in conversation. What has gotten into you?”

“I got to get out of here,” Shuri began to walk away. “I will be at my lab if anyone needs me.” Nakia felt helpless.

How do you help someone, who doesn’t want it? She had notice something eating away at Shuri for a while now. It started in Haiti. No, it was since she returned to Wakanda. She thought she blamed her, because she had to kill the two Talokanils to save her. This caused Namor to lead a attack on Wakanda and the Queen’s death. That wasn’t it, but there is something. She will speak with the one person she knows can help; even if Shuri thinks differently.

Namor brought Ramonda to their underwater castle; and to the room which she would be occupying. He set her down on the bed of pillows; she scooted against the wall. He took a place near her, not wanting to be the aggressor; and mainly hoping she would reveal what had her so stressed.

“What can I do to help you?” He earnestly asked her. She looked pass him.

“When you came to me by the riverbanks; I knew what I needed then, and I know what I want now,” she looked in his eyes.

“And what is that?” He asked, wanting her to be definite.

“You.” She told him, it almost broke his heart; hearing the pain in her voice. He didn’t question her any further and started to remove his necklaces, armbands, waist belt, ankle bands. He wore the suit Shuri had made for him, which allowed him to stay on the surface; for a long length of time. He pulled his arms from the sleeves, after that everything else was easy to deposit on the ground. He took no time relieving himself of the garment. He stood poised in front of her; he was a wild thing, and modesty was not in his vocabulary.

Ramonda turned her head away shyly; it’s not like she didn’t know of his anatomy. But somehow today was different. The last time they were together; it was their wedding night, and she had no memory of her previous life. Today is different, this will be the first-time of them being with each other as husband and wife, and her total recall of the past, and him. So yeah, this is her first time seeing him in the nude; knowing everything that has occurred before. Then she realized; it’s all going to be a first for her, no matter how it went.

“You alright,” he noticed she wasn’t like she was their wedding night, eager to give of herself. She seemed hesitant, even though she declared she wanted him. She thought about his question for a moment; thinking maybe this was not a good idea. Maybe she should go back home, and hold off until she figured things out. “Are you alright, Ramonda?” He asked again.

She looked him in the eyes and saw his concern. She knew he would not force the issue; he was only there because she needed him, and that was the answer to the question. She felt the anxiety creeping over her, and she begin to panic. She wanted him; her husband to relieve her.

“Yes, I am,” she finally uttered. “I think it’s just me being in new surroundings.” she lied. Namor sat down in front of her on the bed of pillows. She tried not to stared, but damn, she thought. No matter how she feels, she is a grown woman and his wife. He's a grown man, and her husband. He picked up on her demeanor and knew; she needed him.

“But they are not, Ramonda,” he said to her. “You have been here before.”

“Not like this,” she reminded him. “When I was here last, there was no memory of our tragic past. I was in love, and vague of the relationship had. That night, I was a newly wed; wanting to please her husband, and be pleased by him. I had zero knowledge of it all.”  He lowered his head. There it was, that lingering past resurfacing.

“Apologies will not erase what I did to you,” his voice was sad and remorseful. “All I can do is spend a life time making it up to you.” She emphasized with his regrets; and reached over, hooking his chin and raised his head gazing into his eyes.

“You can start by making love to me; better than I remember of our wedding night,” she told him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, to get the clarity. She said nothing, and began to disrobe as quickly as she could; fumbling and getting frustrated. Namor touched her hands gently, calming her and began to remove each article of her clothing; until there were none left, exposing her enticing body. He looked her over for the first time in awhile, almost forgetting how beautiful and desirable she was.

Instantly, his body rose to the occasion; ready to give of himself. There was no inhibition in what was necessary for him to do to accomplished what she needed. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into him, gazing into her eyes; his darkened with passion. She caught her breath, knowing what he was about to unleash upon her.

“I love you so much, it hurts,” he confessed. The tears welled in her eyes, hearing him say it. There was never any doubt in her mind he didn’t.

“I know, Namor,” she returned the gaze. “The love we have for each other is not the problem. It’s past actions that haunts us. But it can not nor will not stop us from being together. I will always come to you for this, because no one else will be able to satisfy me as you do. What can I say? From the first night you made love to me, you became my drug; I am addicted to you, and will always need a fix from you.” He paused, taking aback with her declaration of her love for him; this only fuel the love he will express to her, and his body will be the tool in which he will show her.

He cradled her head with one hand, while he held her close to him with his free arm. He leaned in and touched her lips lightly with his own; swiping his tongue over them, asking for permission to enter. Ramonda closed her eyes and parted mouth, allowing him to slide his tongue inside. The kiss was deep but deliberate in his execution; taking his time to run his tongue over the smooth tissue in her interior.

His fingers, long and slender, moved downwards towards the spot they sought and massaging lightly the wet soft lips. Wave after wave of sensations there; radiated to her thighs. His hunger insatiable; the kiss became intense, devouring her mouth, his tongue went further in, ravishing it. She moaned unable to keep up with his tongue; as it moved swiftly with purpose, causing every nerve ending to come alive. Ramonda could hardly breathe, and needed to catch her breath.

“Wait, wait,” she pushed herself back, gasping for air. He smiled, just like their wedding night. He wanted her to feel everything and more, he had dreamed of doing to her body the day she left, but didn’t return. Those thoughts had rehearsed in his mind a million times; now was his command performance, and he didn’t plan on disappointing.

“You need a quick break?” He half joked, feeling please he was taking literally her breath away. He knew what aroused her; he had been there before.

“Yes, one minute,” she inhaled and exhaled, holding up one finger as a gesture. She remembered his kisses quite well; and this was him holding back. “Alright, ready.” She braced herself as she went back to her wedding night; and how he loved her. She knew what to expect; and knowing him, he had more.

This time he was going to be gentle, and wanted her to last awhile; there was so much he wanted to do. He pulled her into his arms once again and kissed her softy; then kissed her cheeks her forehead. He snuggled into her neck, nibbling and leaving his mark, and repeated the other side. This was him letting anyone who dared to venture there; she was already taking, she was his'.

Then his tongue leisurely snaked its way to one nipple running over the delicate morsel. The electricity coursed through her, stimulating her whole being. After hardening one he advanced to the other. In the meantime, his fingers had returned to their task; and burrowed inside the dark, wet, and warm entrance.

“Oh,” she let out. His fingers were like instruments, touching every erotic spot; as the moved deep within, awakening the area and inviting it to join in on the festivities. She groaned with gratification, as a reaction to his tender but seductive touch. He didn’t hold back with what he desired to do; please his wife, his Queen.

Namor lowered himself down and kissed, sucked every part of her; once again marking his territory. She looked like a spotted leopard. Ramonda’s heart was racing by now, her breathing was slow and shallow. Her body shifted a few times through it all. But when his mouth covered her womanhood and he kissed her their with his tongue doing what it does. Who could withstand both the onslaught of tongues and long slender fingers, adorn by a superhuman? Exactly, she lost it!

“Namor,” she whispers his name with what energy she could muster; well, she did tell him to love her more than before. He raised his head up.

“Yes?” He asked.

“I yield.” He looked at her from between her legs; his eyes dark with passion.

“I don’t,” with that said, his desire to hear her scream his name intensified. He slithers from below and up her body, hovering over her, his hands on either side of her; grounding him to the floor and boxing her in with no escape.

He spread his legs wide, which in turn parted hers just the same. Then her placed himself at the tip of her entrance; wanting only to tease her and drive her wild. After lingering there and arousing her beyond the limits; he slowly moved deeper into her, repeating the same process over and over, until their bodies had fully melted into one. His hips gyrated slow, but precise; stroking her inner walls and sending her to the edge. She gripped his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He moved like he was riding the waves of the sea, in and out of her. She screamed more than once; it didn’t bother him, no one would hear her. His people, even Namora and Attuma knew; never to venture near there whenever the Queen was with him. Unless summoned. It brought him such joy; knowing there was something he could do, to ease her mind for a time. No matter the length.

Ramonda was at his mercy; his loving her was overwhelming. Her legs went limp, as he gave her all of him holding back anything. She could not think of anything, but him in her, on her, kissing her from top of her forehead to other places. Not a place on her body was missed by him; she was so marked from his lips sucking her skin and other places, anyone would think she had some type of rare disease, if they were privy to see those places. Her body was no match for her onslaught, she conceded and allowed him to do whatever. She had to gasp for breath, his stamina was unheard of, he could go and he did.

Namor held her in his arms loving her and staring into her eyes, wanting to see them when he made her come for him. That’s how much he cared about relieving her of her distress. Tears filled her eyes, knowing that every touch, and every kiss drove it home for her. He was more than in love with her; he was enraptured with her. She turned to gaze into his eyes, absence of strength; he looked deep into hers, and decided she had enough for now.

He gently brought her down, and laid her weaken body onto the bed of pillows; and finished expressing himself. She felt the wet warmth of him gush in her, with such force; and her own stream from inside, colliding with his. Namor never weakens; he moved down her to taste of the combined juices; inhaling them with such might, she succumbed. When he had finish, he came to her side smiling. Now she can rest peacefully.

Namora, My King?” Okoye was still trying to digest what he had asked.

“You object?” M'Baku inquired. “Seeing as you are engaged to her Talokanil brother.”

“No, not at all,” she laughed. “It is so humorous, that a nonsensical person as yourself; would be attracted to a serious person as she. Truly opposite.”

“Well, sometimes opposites do attract,” he said. “And could make things lively.”

“Yeah, on your part,” she continued to laugh. M'Baku gave her a side eyed.

“You laugh, but this will be,” he declared his intents. Okoye cease from laughing, seeing M'Baku was smitten with Namora. She knows all too well; how the Talokanils can get under a Wakandan skin, and pierce their hearts. And as well as the Wakandans can the Talokanils.

“I am sorry, King M'Baku,” she apologized for not taking him sincerely. “I am not laughing at you. Trust me, I know how those Talokanils can get next to you, then snare you. They are a very passionate people, and if you are chosen by one to be their mate; they will stop at nothing to obtain it.” M'Baku listened intensely.

“Interesting,” he said, then went into deep thought. He hadn’t been with anyone, as he wanted to save himself for marriage. Being the leader of the Jabari tribe didn’t mean whoring his women. Nor did his warriors; who were all with wives. Being the King was a greater responsibility.

Could he be joined with a Talokanil, and still have the respect, and loyalty of his people? Maybe he’s jumping ahead of himself; he has no idea how she feels. Or if they could form a bond with each other; it’s something they could explore, if she would like.

Attuma looked at Namora, wondering how her non interest in being aligned with the surface dwellers; became to her falling in love with their new Queen. Now she’s asking about the Wakanda King? Namora stared at him, waiting for him to give the information she asked of him.

“Tell me Attuma, tell me about this Wakandan King,” she repeated the request.

“I do not know much about him,” he told her. “But Okoye will.” Namora didn’t want this spread about.

“Never mind,” she said to him. “I will seek the answer myself.” She got in the water, and swam away. Attuma was still trying to take in the change in Namora. Since the encounter with the Wakandans, she has evolved in someone he doesn’t recognize. Whether for the best or not; he doesn’t know. But one thing, her love for the Queen is genuine.

Maybe she is just as lonely as he once had been. Now with both K’uk’ulkan and himself being either married or getting married; leaves her lonelier than before. Deep down he was hoping, it works out for her as it has for the both of them.

It was going into afternoon and Shuri had been out looking for her mother. She lost her scent in the meadows, when suddenly a strong breeze blew by. So, she went by eyesight and calling to her, without results. She thought maybe she had returned home. Shuri rushed back to see.

She bursts into the hut, frantic; Nakia and Toussaint looked at her startled. “Did my mom come back here?” She went into her room, finding it empty. Nakia was on her feet by now, coming to her; to calm her.

“No, she has not come back yet.” Nakia looked at Shuri, then to Toussaint; alerting her. Shuri understood.

“I had something to ask her, but it can wait.” She said, hoping he wouldn’t be alarm; his grandmother could be missing, again.

“Do not worry Auntie,” he said. “She loves the outside, she could be talking to the animals.” Nakia looked at him, then to Shuri, who shrugged her shoulders.

“Did grandmother tell you she could?” Shuri asked him.

“Yes, she did,” he said, then went back to playing. Nakia and Shuri stared at each other bewildered.

Okoye and Attuma, decided on two wedding dates, with two different venues; one in Wakanda and the other in Talokan. Due to the fact, they needed time to flush out her ex, W’Kabi. And the truth of the matter; neither of them had the psyche, nor the fortitude, for planning these things. So, they elected to have the women from both their nations; who knew all about decorations, cultures, and traditions to do their thing.

“Well, I got my planners in place,” Okoye took a seat by the river bank, where she met Attuma. “How about you?” He sat next to her, very close; figuring he could sneak in a little smooching.

“Strangely enough, Namora had already spoke with a few of the citizens about it,” he told her. “They were all for it.” Okoye looked surprised. “I know what you’re thinking; Namora?” He chuckled.

“About that,” she was debating whether to tell her husband to be; about M’Baku's interest in Namora.

“Before you tell me anything else; I need to inform you of something I learned.” He looked at her and his expression told her all.

“Namora?” She asked. He stared at her, and then he knew what she was about to say. “You go first.” Now she wouldn’t be betraying a confidant.

“You know about her interest in your King, M'Baku?” He asked.

“No, but I do now,” she laughed. “He will be ecstatic to know, if he doesn’t already.”

“He has feeling for her also?” He was bewildered.

“Yes, he does,” she continued to find it humorous.

“Well, that is a good thing, is it not?” He stared at Okoye. She returned the gazed, and thought about it; something she really hadn’t process until now.

“I think it has potentials; do you think?” She asked him.

“I always feel when you find your mate; it is a good thing,” he replied. Okoye nodded

“That is true,” she said.

“Now we will let them figure this out,” he told her and pulled her into his lap. “While we were and care of ours.” He pressed his huge hands, gently on the sides of her face and pulled it to him; taking her lips into his mouth sucking it and tonguing her hungrily. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself into his body. They made out, kissing for moments by the banks of the river, secluded from everything. But unknown to them; the weren’t alone, peering eyes watched closely. Then left them to go give a report.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Shuri and Nakia went to walk by the beach, out of earshot of Toussaint. He had just revealed something profound. Ramonda can communicate with the animals; something she never shared with Shuri. Nakia could see Shuri’s mind racing a mile a minute.

“Shuri,” she spoke, breaking the silence.

“What Nakia?” She asked. “What?” She took off running; activating her Black Panther suit. Nakia watched as she sped away, disappearing into the wilderness. Maybe this is something she needed; besides working in the lab.

Namor laid next to Ramonda as she slept; propped up. The smile on his face was evidence of the time they were together, was a productive one. She was resting and relaxed; the sheet draped across her naked body, exposing her legs up to her thighs, and just above her breast. Him on the other had cover nothing; he had no shame about showing everything.

“Namor,” she called to him.

“I am here,” he replied. She turned to him; her eyes fixed on his. “I am as just making sure it wasn’t another dream.”

“Dreams can be good sometimes,” he said.

“I know, but I have had my quota of them to last a lifetime,” she expressed.

“I can understand that,” he replied.

“Which reminds me,” she sat up, holding the sheet in place. Namor smiled at her modesty; considering their morning activities. “Shuri informed me that not only am I a mutant, but I aged twenty year backwards; and that’s were the slow aging begins. I will be around for a very long time; just like you.” She looked at him.

“I know,” he told her. She was surprised.

“Shuri discussed it with you before she did me?” She spoke. “Of course, she would. Why am I shocked?” Namor sat further up with that comment, and turned more towards her; eyes dark slits.

“I am not sure what you are implying, my darling wife,” his voice was low, but authority was behind each word. “And I am not liking it one bit.” There he was, right there; that one who threw the bombs at her.

“Take me back Namor, please,” she felt some fear creep in.

“No,” he said. “You do not get to accuse me of something, then when I want an answer flee. It does not work that way, Ramonda.” His voice was stern, but his eyes held pain in them. She said nothing staring at him. He rose to his feet and walked away exhibiting his powerful body. At that moment, all she wanted was him on her, in her.

“Namor,” she called and he turned. He had heard the agony in her voice; pleading, as she outstretched her arms to him. Her eyes were begging for him to return to her, and finish what she had asked him. He meant what he said, she should never beg him for anything. Whatever the previous discussion; it will have to wait for another day.

Without another thought and as swift as he is, Namor had bridge the gap between them; she was in his arms. Tears were streaming down her face, needing some release from her inner battles and uncertainties.

Before she could say another word; that will curtail his task; his mouth had clamped onto hers. His tongue tasting her, searching and probing every inch of her soft smooth inner orifice. His kiss deepened, his tongue snaked its way, touching, flickering and entwining with her own. She moaned, sending a vibration in his mouth, arousing him to the brink; he groaned heavily in response. He hungered for her; and no matter what tomorrow will bring, he will feast today.

She gave into the pleasure of feeling his long, thick tongue in her mouth; touching each sensitive area. He knew what turned her on; and left her warm moist mouth, moving up to her cheek, then to her ear and started on her lobe, nibbling gently.

Her breath became shallow and rapid, as he came down to the side of her neck, planting fluttering kisses. Her hands slid down his back and laid comfortably on his buttocks, her breathing intensified. She let out a small squeal, as his mouth closed around her nipple and his large hand engulfed her breast, kneading and massaging. She felt the wetness of her womanhood.

He pulled her up to him and she wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning backwards exposing her firm breast. She was in pure heaven. She couldn’t believe just a few moments ago; she had asked him to take her back home. Why? It was only a reminder of the person she left behind; and the one she had become. She wasn’t ready to deal with anything; but what she was doing right now, with her husband loving her the way only he could.

Namor laid her on the bed of pillows, he moved onto the bed stalking her like an animal after its prey. And yet, that was exactly what was happening, except she was the meal he desired. He moved over her, gazing down into her eyes; the burning fire showing through to him. His heart leaped with joy, that made it real as the electricity flowed between them. It never mattered what discourse they were experiencing; this is what they could always count on. Their union in making love to each other, would soothe all things the world tossed at them.

Ramonda pulled him down to her, as their hot bodies touched. She waited in anticipation, as he began kissing her deeply. She took his tongue into her mouth; sliding it in and out of her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a popsicle. He groaned from the sheer pleasure of her, and moved his hand over her body, touching and exploring the dark soft velvet skin. She arched her back moving herself into him as if she could mode them as one. Namor enjoyed it, and left her mouth, and lowered himself to her pleasure zone. She watched him move downwards and gasped, as he looked up at her from between her legs and smiled demonically. He captured the desire of his intent, fully into his mouth; his tongue moved in and out tasting the sweet nectar of her flower and nibble on her harden clit. She raised her hips higher, as her eyes widen and she tried reaching for something, anything to hold onto. He let her have all that he had wanted; to oblige her request and help her to forget everything pressing. Only here and now is what is important. He took her legs and rested them over his shoulders, as he dove deeper and deeper into her. He touched spots she never knew existed. She screamed once or twice; but who’s counting. Her heart was filled in reveling in this beautiful man. He had chose her to unleash his concupiscence upon. Finally, unable to withstand his incursion any further; Ramonda grabbed a handful of hair with both hands, and hung on. She felt herself rising to new heights; he was consuming, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She yelled out his name as her body began convulsing. She came and he held her there, drinking of her juices flowing freely. She became limp with contentment.

Namor laid her gently on the bed, after he had satisfied his thirst. He watched as she rolled from side to side, holding herself; her body slowed and relaxed. He smiled and laid down beside her holding her in his arms. He was contented, but he had something more to give to her. It had been a long time since he felt so complete with anyone. She was almost drifting off to sleep, he cradled her head in his arm, and kissed her forehead gently, as he helped her to simmer down. He could wait for her to regain her strength; he could wait. He needed her to know, every time they were together; how much he was in love with her. If it took all day and night; that’s alright. He wasn’t leaving her until he had done just that.

Shuri ran through the jungles freeing her mind prowling looking for something to take her aggression out on. Why Mother? Why? You let Toussaint in on that you had the ability to talk with animals, but not me. Where are you? Then a thought came to mind. Namor! She with him as always, when she’s stressing it’s him her mother calls, never her.

“I am done,” she yelled to the top if her voice. The animals alerted each other. From now on let Namor worry about her. She had some investigation to get too. W'Kabi needs to be found.

M'Baku took a shot in the dark, and he returned to the place he encountered Namora; in hopes she would do the same. He sat waiting for some time, before laughing it off. How silly he was being for one interaction, and rose from where he sat; scanning the water, and turned to walk away.

“King M'Baku,” the voice called to him. His heart leaped in his chest, literally. He turned to see Namora exiting the water; and walked right up to him. “You came back.”

“And you have also,” they gazed into each others eyes for quite a long time. They were contemplating what this meant; that they both, decided to come back to the scene of the crime. “Can we get to know each other, unless you have someone already. Do you?”

“No, no there is no one,” she answered. “I would like that too, if you do not have anyone. Do you?”

“No, I do not have anyone either?” He said, with a hint of sadness. Namora caught this.

“Now you do,” she told him, and took a seat beneath the rock he was sitting on he had sat, before she came. He reclaimed his seat. They sat in silence, enjoying the others company; anticipating things to come for them.

Ramonda and Namor laid in bed, bathing in the afterglow. She would love to stay there forever, but she needed to get back to Shuri; she didn’t like how she left her standing there alone. Since her return to life; they have not had a moment alone. Their getaway spot has turned into home; they needed another place to bond; away from everything and one familiar. She turned on her side to Namor, staring at her.

“Do you ever sleep?” She asked.

“Not really,” he replied. “I do rest and relax; but not this morning.”

“I am sure it’s afternoon by now or going into evening,” she sat up; he caresses her back, signaling he wanted more of her. She wrapped herself in the sheet and rose to her feet; staring down at him. “I am worried about Shuri; she has been alone too often, and most of our time together has been in turmoil. We need some away time; just the two of us.” He came to his feet and stood next to her.

“You want to go now?” He was upset.

“Namor, do not make this more complicated than it is,” she begged. He back down; Shuri needed her as much or more than him.

“I apologize,” he said. “When you are away, I wonder if you will return; it’s something I will need to work on.”

“We knew it will be hard for us both, as well as my daughter,” she reminded him. “My daughter has been without me too long; it’s time I show her I am here now. I have shown you; now I will show her.”

“And I will be waiting for you,” he told her. She smiled and kissed him, tossing the sheet aside and made a step; almost collapsing. She realized she had over exerted herself; correction he had. Namor saw it, and was at her side holding her up.

“I got a little dizzy there,” she lied and he knew it, but didn’t call her on jt.

“I will place you in the water if you would like?” He questioned. She looked at him

“You know what?” She gazed into his eyes. He carried her into the water.

“What my darling?” He inquired.

“I have never made love in the water before,” she grinned, her eyes seductively looked at him.

“Ramonda you can barely stand,” he said as she moved in the water quite easily than the ground.

“But I don’t need to stand, my Love,” she pointed out to him, back peddling then moving to him, their bodies touching. She was his weakness; and whatever she desires, he was more than happy to provide. But he will be very gentle, she is already spent; even if she refuses to acknowledge it.

“Well, my darling wife,” he said, pulling her into him. “I do have some experience in that department. I will show you the Talokanil style.” He told her and took her under water; showing her new things, and hyping love making to a new level.

She never thought, this new world she had become a part of; could possess so many erotic ways of stimulating the various body parts. Even those she didn’t know could be aroused with such considerable impact. Namor being in his element; found no boundaries to his limits. When he was done, it will be a while before she would be able to return home; if she could.

#queen ramonda #ramonda #queenramonda #namor #namor the sub mariner #namor mcu #king namor #mbaku #general okoye #okoye #attuma #namora #shuri #mcu shuri #princess shuri #black panther wakanda forvever #bpwf #black panther 2 #queen of wakanda #nakia

[hyperfixatinglove]

Hey Roe! How about 🌱, 🥀, 🧾 and 🔒 from the sleepover asks? (Choose any f/os you like!)

@noire-lover Love to see you on my dash again & screaming for the name usage ♥

🌱 Who was your first F/O?

My first ever was Michelangelo from TMNT 2003 :D I was like kindergarden age when I imagined myself w him on rooftops haha. He was in my F/O list for a while but I didn't like my s/i. She was like mutated cat since Mikey is mutated turtle. I still have soft spot for him. If I could find my native dub of 2003 TMNT more easily perhaps he would still be in the list. Mikey is the reason I tend to drift towards guys with humor (like Frank West). The first F/O on my official list was Ushio of course.

🥀 Talk about some of your fictional crushes and why they aren’t your F/O!

Mentioned Mikey above so perhaps I could discuss this. I have a lot of fleeting crushes, usually from random video games I watch on YT that never make it on my f/o list. Some aren't even crushes it's just romantic interest, possibility that never goes anywhere.

Some of these for example are Joel Miller from tlou game & John Bradford from xcom 2 who's below.

Hilariously I'm sorta haunted by Troy Baker & Brian Bloom as characters they voice is someone I often find myself having minicrushes on. Both Blazkowicz & Bradford are voiced by Brian Bloom for example, but only one is on my f/o list.

🧾 What’s your favorite headcanon someone else has made about your F/O?

I usually stay far away from general fandom & for my f/os don't even have big enough fandom for me to see headcanons. However someone had headcanon made into a fic of Ushio being reincarnated over all the YGO series since he makes cameo appearance in quite many of them (GX, Zexal, Arc V to name few) and him being aware of the fact he had lived multiply lifetimes, even vaguely remembering some details. And some details staying the same like him being an ass first and then changing and being aware that it had happened before. It just seemed fascinating to me.

🔒 What does your platonic F/O think about your F/O? Are they overprotective of you?

Hakon and Deacon are definitely overprotective of me! If I had f/o from Days Gone, Deek would be the overprotective grumpy big brother type.

But I have ton of platonic f/os I don't list like entire 5ds group from YGO 5ds or Alan Wake from the same named game. I think Alan would be on guard if I ever showed him a bf - he's keeping an eye on them, maybe talking about it with Alice who gently laughs it off and calls her husband paranoid.

Vergil would "warn" me about Jesse, how closed off and intimidating he is and asking if I'm sure and would be nervous while tinkering with his projects for Rentier Institute. He just wants me to be safe & he has nothing againt Jesse himself, but he can be off putting & appear like a brute.

T-Bone and Clara would be hilarious if I'd ever tell them I date Aiden. T-Bone would just laugh like I made the biggest joke and then say "I hope you know what you're doing" while Clara just cocks an eyebrow silently. Later T-Bone would call Aiden and kinda give him the threat call cause "She's damn civilian Aiden! What the fuck are you thinking?!". He would get fellow hacker as someone to date, but hates civilians getting involved since the incident with Blume & his own hacking in 2003

Jason Kolchek would hilarious. He and Eric aren't that close & Jason doesn't have the highest opinion of his ex-Colonel so he simply doesn't understand just what can I see in him. It's like him with women, do not compute (Jason's def gay ok) so sometimes he says something brutal and Salim will soften it and I'm just baffled.

#letters of love #this turned into chaos oops

[maednatne]

First Day to Day 4 (8/19-8/22)

I finally arrived in Sydney! I was feeling nervous at that time because I’m not used to being away from my family. I met my host family, with the host mother named Emma and her partner Albert. They have two boys, although he isn’t the boys’ father. Emma has been hosting students since 2006. She used to live in a bigger house when she was married to her ex-husband. The house had 5 rooms, so three students could stay there at the same time. However, now she has moved into this flat and recently has been hosting Japanese students.

8/19 Actually, I had dinner alone at a table on the night I arrived here. The host mother had gone outside, so her son served dinner. He was having his meal, which seemed like pasta, while sitting on the couch. I had something like tacos 🌮 in front of him. I wasn’t sure what to do and felt kind of awkward 😀 Maybe it’s just me. He speaks too quickly for me, so even though I knew his name, I only managed to ask for it. Hahaha. He seemed kind because he showed me how to eat tacos by saying, “You can wrap it like this.” And He’s often blowing his nose 🤧 The first time I met him, he was with his girlfrien. She appeared polite, despite being quite young. Then he went to his grandmother’s house, I think. I couldn’t quite hear, haha. I wonder if I’ll meet him again. To be honest, I had expected the host family to be more welcoming when I first met them. However, it turned out to be quite different. Well, I’m not dissatisfied.

8/20-21 I went to Chatswood. The town felt somewhat like downtown. Maybe. Because I am still not familiar with the area. I bought a pants for Yoga. Actually, I was invited by a man I got connected with. He often organizes events like that. I posted that I really wanna go to my home. I am feeling pretty homesick right now. He saw my post and he commented that why don’t we do yoga together? You can make friends. That’s why I decided to join this. It was a good experience. Thanks to him, I could hear about Sydney from them joining the Yoga meetup. And then one girl toured the city. She was very kind. I followed her. She also took me to some schools where I am planning to attend. After that, she invited me to exchange language. It is held in a bar. It was a really exciting experience. I could meet many people who are studying English. I talked with Colombians a lot. I felt like It was more comfortable to talk with them compared to native speakers. And I came home at 10:30. That day either, I couldn't have dinner with the family. It was my fault. Anyway, I used the bus to home. Because it seemed like the trains were stopped. When I rode the bus, I didn't use an Opal card. It was my first time so I didn't know how to ride. I was upset. So I tried to ask how to get off the bus and to pay. She was probably Chinese. She told me kindly. She helped me. When I got off the bus, she said to me “Be careful! It's so dark”. I was touched by her. The reason I was supposed to ride the bus is that people can use it instead of the train for free. For free! Amazing. I can't believe that in Japan.

I have been here only four days though. I completely understand some Japanese people who want to keep living in Sydney. Additionally, I have never seen something like homeless or beggar. That's why, there are some cities in Australia in the best 10 places to live. I realized that I like the smell of this city. I don't why. I can't explain. But it's very comfortable.

[hollowwish]

I posted 2,642 times in 2022

That's 2,642 more posts than 2021!

124 posts created (5%)

2,518 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 1,326 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#ren reblog - 951 posts

#ren posting - 110 posts

#grian - 100 posts

#hermitcraft - 88 posts

#gtws - 73 posts

#mcyt - 71 posts

#jimmy solidarity - 61 posts

#empires smp - 53 posts

#cubfan135 - 45 posts

#empiresblr - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#shoutout to the one family in the sims i started playing as and made the wife cheat with geoffrey landgraab and the husband i was gonna kill

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

LMAO WHO FUCKING PUT THIS ON THE EMPIRES WIKI

133 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

In todays episode of Empires, Pixlriffs steals someone's fucking house

159 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#3

meme potential

232 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

#2

The concept of only winners remembering the life series is absolutely heartbreaking with Scott and Pearl. They both won, but the other can't remember their partners win. Scott goes back to empires after his win. Pearl doesn't remember their alliance, here she's not his friend and trusted ally, just the farmer queen. He can't even tell her that he placed the last axolotl down safely, or that he avenged her death. He feels a part of him die when Pearl withers away. When Double Life starts he can't believe he's soulmates with her. The universe has stuck them together once again. But it hurts, it hurts that she didn't look for her soulmate, didnt look for him. He knows she doesn't remember but it still hurts. And then he leaves her, leaves her out of anger. Anger that she can't remember what they had with Cleo in last life. It's him and Cleo, against the world, but without Pearl this time. Just Gatekeep and Gaslight without Girlboss. His anger starts to be directed at Pearl herself (rather than he memory loss) when she starts hurting them on purpose. Scott's annoyed with her almost every time she shows up at him and Cleo's base. The alliance they had against the reds was begrudging on Scotts side. He can't quite fathom how they went from friends to acting like bitter jealous exes. He blows himself up, genuinely thinking Pearl deserves the win, after all she did for him last season. He doesn't want to remember a world where he hates Pearl anyways. This gets worse if you combine this concept with soulmates sharing emotions. Pearl can tell his anger is different, she can feel it, but she doesn't know why. She can't understand what else he could be mad about other than her "leaving him first." And then she wins. Something clicks in her head, that oh Scott must've won before. We must've been friends before. Oh god what have i done. Pearl is back to being a god on Empires after Double life. She sees Scott but can't talk to him. She can't say she's sorry for ruining their soul bond, for running off to the nether with Martyn the episode one, for the powered snow, for killing Cleo, for everything. He wouldn't even understand what she's sorry for. On Hermitcraft she has to see the people she killed. Bdubs is right there, alive and okay, and all she can think of is how she murdered him and Impulse in cold blood. How they killed her beloved Tilly, and how Cleo fell out of that tree trying to escape her. She understands what Scott felt, his anger towards her during Double Life, what he's been feeling, and what he'll keep feeling. She only hopes and prays that no one else has to go through this.... (Grian is. Grian is right there, has been right there in the same server suffering.)

289 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I think we're sleeping on e!s2 Scott and Jimmy a little bit A Sheriff and a man whos never respected authority in his life?? Sign me up, this is peak relationship dynamic

350 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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[crestfalien]

Melissa and Clayton

13 July 2022.

“Clay, have you ever thought that miscommunication can lead to something in life? Such as regrets, perhaps?”

A question slipped from her lips as Melissa sat herself next to her (legally) husband. The man put down his iPad and turned his head at her, listening to every word that came from his wife carefully. “Yes, I have. What’s wrong, Mel? Do you have any miscommunication with Tolentino? Did the two of you fight?” asked Clayton Nicholas Kingsley, worried.

Melissa shook her head and smiled at him. “No, thankfully. I’m just purely curious, that’s why I asked for your opinion or your experience in the matter. Lately, I’ve been thinking of one of my sister figures being stuck in that thing and her life turned upside down because of it.” Melissa replied. “I think she realized things too late, that’s why she decided to keep her lips shut and let things go as how it was thought it wasn’t supposed to.”

Clayton stayed quiet and silent for some time. His lips were shut and his eyes were riveted at the woman sitting in front his eyes right now. Somehow, today, he became very sensitive and was aware of what Melissa was trying to say.

“Are you talking about Fransesca, Mel?” “Oh, you’re so sharp today, Clay.”

“Elaborate, Melissa Liu Mary.” the man commanded her as he became tense after hearing what Melissa was trying to say to him. “Between you and Fransesca, have you ever thought about the possibility of misunderstanding that happened in the past and even when you two were away from each other for the past sixteen years?”

Clayton told Melissa last time not to talk about it again to Fransesca as pushing her to do what Melissa thought would be the best for both could hurt her feelings and even more. He felt uncomfortable these days with Melissa being so persistent over marrying them off after her death from this incurable disease that started to become scarier than ever.

The fact that Fransesca herself tried to hide their daughter from him became one of the reasons why he doesn’t want to burden the woman with more thoughts, especially with the possibility of them getting back together. Or perhaps, to be clear, the possibility of them trying to talk their heart out about what happened back then.

“I met her days ago to discuss Christine and other stuff. I told her about my feelings as well, that I’m more than okay to let you go and marry her or to be with her even when we’re still married just like how you agreed to let me do that with Tolentino. She never told you the reason why she kept Christine behind your back these years, right?” Melissa asked.

Clayton nodded his head as he tried not to think too much about what Melissa was talking about.

“Love, Clayton. She loves you but she realized it too late. She realizes it when you’re gone already. That’s why she hid her, because she’s too scared to destroy or disturb your life after starting a new one far away in the States. She doesn’t want to make you feel somehow guilty, burdened, or regrets when you know Christine. She thought that you’ll despise her for breaking your heart into pieces.”

“And how do you come up with that? Did she tell you about it?” “No, but it’s a basic thing for women to understand.”

“Melissa—”

“You really can’t see it, right? Clayton, her eyes explained everything. Those gazes every time she’s around you. Those gazes she gave when I mentioned your name in our conversations. I can see it clearly. Crystal clear that she’s in love with you. Deeply. But how can you, a man who talks to her directly, four eyes only, all the time, can’t even see it there?”

Melissa talked in frustration. Never she thought that it would be this hard to let Clayton know about whatever she saw in Fransesca.

“How can? How can you really not know the woman whom you fell for years?””Indeed, Melissa. I don’t really know her. I never been,”

The woman sighed. “Clayton, treat her nicely. As your ex-lover or current lover, as mother to Christine, as your wife one day in the future. She deserves everything in this life, including the love of yours that she’s been wanting to have but can’t say or talk about. From all the talks I had with her to all the gazes she gave to me, I know.. I know that everything between the both of you was nothing but a miscommunication.”

“I’m not even sure if I’m still in love with her.” “You fool. You’ve always been in love with her, even now. Tell me, did your heart felt the pain when I mentioned those things before?” “Yes.” “When you look into her eyes and hear her talking to you, do you hear all the stuttering as well as the shaky voice?” “Yes, but I know it’s just her way of speaking these days.”

Melissa laughed. “Are you sure, Mr Kingsley?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Then why does she speak that way when she’s talking to me. All I could see from her was a woman with confidence, not a nervous and anxious one. She talks clearly to everyone, Clay. Fransesca jie is a lecturer. How can she become one if she talks that way?”

Clayton was silenced once again but Melissa,

“Because every time she talks to you, she keeps her feelings behind. She tried to keep her feelings aside. She may not say that ‘I love you’ word to you but remember this or you might regret it, she needs some time and your effort to make her say those three words to you. You’ll need to be patient in order to let her feel sure over her feelings. To collect everything inside, so she could say it to you.”

“Fransesca jie only needs your effort. More. Don’t be a weak man, Clayton.”

END OF MELISSA AND CLAYTON.

[adoredmarigold]

Saw someone the other day say Mrs. Loomis is the most sympathetic Ghostface and it made my brain short circuit for a moment

#first off it bugs me when ppl just to say ANY of the ghostfaces can be sympathetic #in the words of miss Sid their is no reason they kill they just choose to #but like…Mrs. Loomis always came off as incredibly selfish and irrational to me #I don’t buy for a second that this was some mothers love revenge plot #she’s very obviously blaming everyone she can for her family falling apart #and refuses to admit she most definitely fucked up as a mother #obvs I don’t blame her for divorcing her shitbag husband #but like if you claimed to love ur son so damn much why’d you just straight up abandon him 🤨 #like damn the way the movies make it out Mrs. Loomis doesn’t even so much as call Billy anymore 😭 #just straight up left and never spoke to him again #(never talking to her ex husband again I can understand but like why not keep ur son in ur life if u loved him sm???) #but yeah it feels like she was very much concerned with keeping her pride and own self image in tact before anything else #she probably humiliated by the fact that her son turned out the way he did after she left #and instead of maybe reflecting on her own faults as a parent and actually grieving her son and the victims #she says fuck that and decides to blame everyone else and straight up plan more murders #like sorry but no I can not sympathize w her one bit 🤨 #ma’am you will never be mommy voorhees 🙄

[erodasfishtacos]

#HendallReunited

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

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time - it was really fucking bad.

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

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You will be, you-“

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

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

Fucking shit.

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods, apprehensive.

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

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

**

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

“Where’d Y/N go?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Harry-“

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m goi-“

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

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

“Baby-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want it, wan-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay?” She repeats.

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

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

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

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

—-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“In here!”

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

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

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

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

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