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bubblegump-1-nk · 17 days

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Shall I Write It in a Letter

pairing: Gryffindor!Reader x Theodore Nott

summary: In which Theo wakes up one morning and realizes he can no longer not have you, so he writes you a letter. But when that letter gets lost, things become complicated. - inspired by Anne with an E; song: Bloom by The Paper Kites.

Warnings: angst that could be fixed by simple communication 😒, hints of cheating

P.S: I super duper highly recommend to listen to the songs either before, during, or after you read my fics . Not only do they encapsulate what the fic is about, but they’re also just super good songs!! <33d

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Christmas break had been in session for about a week and a half, and Theo was spending his time off at home. Although he was sad to be away from his friends, he was happy for the much needed alone time.

The sun was shining brightly through the dark velvet curtains in his room, and he slowly woke up from his dreams. As his eyes fluttered open, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. His dream had been of you, specifically of kissing your soft lips on a warm summers day by the Black Lake. He’s found that more recently than ever, his head is full of you, as is his heart. As he’s laying in his bed, he closes his eyes once more, trying to hold onto the bits of you he won’t ever experience. In this moment, thoughts of you more prevalent than ever before, he realizes he doesn’t have to not have you. Quickly, becoming fully awake, he springs out of his bed and walks quickly to his desk.

He pushes all the papers and miscellaneous items off the surface, and pulls out a paper and quill. He’s become fully aware of just how much he longs for you, and why should he not be able to tell his best friend that he’s in love with her? He’s been yearning for your love for as long as he can remember, and it has finally transformed him into a fool, giving him the confidence to express his love for you.

My dearest y/n,

I’ve found that you’ve been circling my thoughts more than usual lately, so much so that I can hardly call them my own anymore. I think about you all the time, yet I’ve been too much of a coward to say anything. But I’ve realized that I don’t want to wake up one day, either in the near future or in the years to come, and regret not trying, because of pride, or embarrassment, or just simple fear. I need to escape this torture chamber I’ve made for myself, where I must hold you at arms length though I know I wish for nothing more than to be wrapped in your embrace at all hours of the day. So I need you to tell me if it’s all in my head. That the lingering touches and longing stares are just simple delusions I’ve created in my mind. But if they’re not, and Merlin how I hope they’re not, I’m telling you here and now that I am in love with you y/n l/n, and I don’t think I can bear to be apart from you any longer. I also want to go ahead and apologize for telling others I loved you, that they knew before you did, but to be fair I think everyone knew before I did, too. You are my breath of fresh air, the light in all my darkness, my proof that life is pure and good and that happiness is achievable. I may not be a religious person, but if worshipping you was a religion I’d be its most devoted follower. And if my feelings are not reciprocated, please find a way to put this past you because I could not endure losing you as my best friend as well.

Yours Forever, Theo.

After pouring his heart out onto the page, he carefully placed it into an envelope, wrote your name on it, and walked to give it to owl. After sending it away, he walked back to his room, his anxiety suddenly crashing through. Thoughts swarmed his head: She doesn’t love me, I’ve ruined everything, I should stop it from reaching her. But his heart quickly stopped his brain from doing too much damage. You needed to know or else Theo would live in agony for the rest of his life. Upon reaching his room, he sat back at his desk and sent letters to each of the Slytherin boys, confessing what he’s done. He even slipped a copy of the letter to Mattheo, the only one he felt he could truly trust with that piece of his heart.

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It had been two days since the letter had been sent. Had his owl reached you by now? Had you seen it? What were you thinking?

He was an utter mess, his mind swarming with questions and his body teeming with anxieties.

Soon it was 4 days, then 6, then a week, and then the last day of break rolled around the corner. Still he had received no response from you, perhaps you wished to talk in person? His heart hoped that that was the answer, and that the lack of a letter was not your rejection

~~~

You got onto the train just as it was about to take off, thanks to your missing jumper. The train was packed with kids saying their hellos and catching up, and with much effort you finally found Harry, Hermione, and Ron and got inside the compartment.

“Is it just me or is it crazier than usual?” You ask as you sit down.

“Definitely crazier, apparently Lavendar and Parvati got into a huge fight over break so everyone’s running around to hear about it.” Hermione explains as she hands you some candy she bought for you.

You say your thanks and continue talking with your friends when there’s a knock on your compartment.

“Hi Dean!” You say as you get up to slide open the door. You step out quickly to talk with the tall Gryffindor boy.

You have a friendly conversation, lasting about 10 minutes before entering the compartment again.

“What was that about.” Ron asks, before anyone else has the chance to.

“I saw him at Diagon Alley over the break and he asked me out. We hung out a couple times over the break.” You explain.

“Never would have expected that one.” Says Harry.

You raise you eyebrow at him, “and why would that be?”

“Just always assumed it would be Nott.” Harry says.

“I can’t just sit around like a fool waiting for him. He’s shown he just sees me as his best friend and the quicker I get over him the better.” You explain.

“But, he hasn’t shown you that he feels that way.” Explains Hermione, who is team Theo and y/n.

“He hasn’t shown me any differently. Wake me up when we get there I’m taking a nap.” You say, tired of constantly being reminded of your inability to be with Theo.

~~~

You arrive at the castle, and you make your way through the crowds to find your Slytherin friends. Just as you spot their group, Dean Thomas stops you.

“Hey, I’ve saved you a seat next to me, ok?” He asks, while his hands snaked around your waist.

“Thanks, I’ll be right there.” You say to him, giving him a small smile before turning your attention back to the group

“Merlin.” Theo says, causing the group to turn their heads. He had seen you walking around the crowd, and had turned away quickly when you had finally spotted them. He hadn’t seen you on the train and obviously hadn’t received your letter, so a part of him still hoped that you just wanted to talk to him in person. His anxiety began to take over him when he saw you walking towards him - would you tell him to fuck off? That he’s some sort of creep best friend? Or would you tell him that your heart beat for him? - that’s when he saw it. Dean Thomas gripping your waist and you sending him that sweet, tooth rotting smile his way.

“Oh shit.” Said Mattheo, who had been the first to spot the pair.

“Fuck that’s messed up.” Said Draco.

“I’m sorry mate.” Enzo said, patting Theo’s shoulder.

“How’d that even happen?” Asked Blaise, confused because he had never really seen you interact with Dean.

Mattheo sent him a look, warning him to drop it.

“Let’s just get out of here.” Mattheo said, gently grabbing Theo’s arm, pulling him away towards the dining room.

Theo could still feel his heart breaking, each shard falling to the pits of his stomach and stabbing him. He got his answer at least, not only did you not love him, you clearly didn’t care enough about him to even write back to him. And now, his God-sent Angel, was flaunting around with another man. How could the sweet girl he grew up with, the one that showed him that even salt could be beautiful, break his heart and crumble its pieces in your fist?

You were confused when you suddenly saw the group leave, making their way into the dining hall. You tried to get to them, but the crowds of people pushed you back until finally, you realized it was fruitless when the crowd began pushing you back towards the Gryffindor side of the Great Hall. You decided to just sit down, and that you would try to find the group, Theo specifically because you missed him deeply, after dinner.

Dinner passed quickly after the tedious sorting ceremony. You talked with your friends and caught up with those around you, sneaking glances towards the Slytherin table as often as possible. Finally, Dumbledore dismissed the students and you all made your way towards your common rooms. Since it was the first day back, teachers were making sure students went directly to their rooms, leaving you no time to find the Slytherins. You decided it would be best for you to just wait until tomorrow, though you thought you might implode if you spent one more second away from Theo. A thought that made you feel instantly guilty when Dean appeared at your side.

The next day rolled around, and still you hadn’t been able to get ahold of the Slytherins. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have assumed they had been avoiding you. Finally, right before lunch you entered the library to grab some books when you saw the boys congregated in the back. You made your way over to them, carefully stepping around the stacks of books Madame Pince was reorganizing.

Once you finally reached the group, you went to announce your presence before Theo looked away from Draco (who was telling some boring anecdote) and looked down at you. Before you had any time to give him a smile or say your hello’s, he detached himself from the group and stormed right past you, through the stacks of books, and out the door. You stood shocked, facing the doors before finally turning back around to face the group. Your face was painted with an expression of confusion, which only deepened you received a nasty look from Enzo.

“We’ll be on our way now.” Said Enzo, walking past you with Blaise following close behind.

What..?” You finally managed to get out in your state of shock.

“Listen, y/n, just do us all a favor and leave us alone, especially Theo.” Mattheo said, in quite a rude tone before walking passed you. You stood confused and shocked at the interaction that had just unfolded. What had you done? Why were the boys mad at you? What had you done to Theo?

~~~

“I just have no idea what it could possibly be.” You said to Hermione, as you paced around your dorm room, recounting the story from earlier.

“Maybe it’s Dean. Maybe he’s just jealous.” Hermione offered.

“No, but I’ve had flings with guys before, and it’s not like he hasn’t been with girls before. It’s some thing deeper than that I know it.” You state, picking at your fingernails.

“And your sure you haven’t done anything? I mean you can’t think of one thing that could possibly have led to this?” Hermione asks, just as confused about the situation as you.

“Yes, I mean I literally cannot think of one thing that could have led to this. I would never hurt Theo, ever.” You say, plopping down on you bed, exasperated by the days events.

“I’m sorry y/n but I have absolutely no idea why they’re acting like this.” Hermione said, sad she couldn’t be of more help.

“It’s fine Hermione, it’s not your fault. I’m just going to go to bed.” You say, wanting this nightmare to end.

Could you really be losing your best friend to a reason unknown to you? Not only can you not be with the man that you love because he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, but now you may have just lost him completely. You fall asleep after hours of rolling back and forth contemplating your complicated relationship with Theo, and even in your unconscious state you cannot escape him because he peeps into your dreams.

~~~

The following week is agony. Your best friend won’t talk to you, let alone allow himself to be in the same room as you, the boys you’ve known since childhood give you nasty looks every chance they get, you have to entertain a relationship with Dean your not even sure you want to get into and your teachers are stuffing you with assignments. All you need is a good party with lots and lots of alcohol. Once Friday afternoon finally rolls around, you can feel a slight weight lift from your shoulders.

~~~

You walked into the Slytherin common room with Dean. Pansy, Daphne and some other Slytherin girls hosted the first party since break and seeing as you’ve been close with them since 1st year, you were clearly invited. You decided you were going to look your absolute best for this party: you’re makeup was flawless, your hair done to perfection, and the corset and low-waisted mini skirt you were wearing was doing your figure perfect justice.

“Fuck me.” Said Theo as he saw you walk in with Dean. “I’m going for a smoke outside.” He says.

“Need company?” Mattheo asks, not wanting to leave his vulnerable friend alone.

“Nah mate, thanks though.” He says, before walking outside quickly, before he can see anymore of you.

It had only been a few minutes, and you had already downed about 3 drinks. Once the alcohol started to hit, you detached yourself from Dean’s grip making up some excuse, before finding your way towards the Slytherin boys.

You spotted Mattheo sitting on the arm rest of a couch, sipping out of a plastic cup. You walked up to him, hips still swaying to the music.

“Where’s Theo?” You stated, once you reached him, your confidence booming.

“What do you want?” Mattheo asks, looking up at you with contempt.

“I need to find Theodore Nott. Where is he?” You state.

“You have some serious nerve.”

“What?” You ask, taken aback.

“Listen, y/n, you’re once of my closest friends, but Theo’s my best mate. And what you did, that shit’s just fucked up. Like seriously, I didn’t even know you were capable of that.” He says, disgust leaking out of his words.

“I’m sorry?” You say, confused by his words.

“Merlin y/n, I mean how dull can you be? You just expect everything to be all right after you not only completely ignore his letter where he fucking tells you he fucking loved you, but you turn up with some Levski (famous quidditch chaser) wannabe? I mean that’s some next level shit.” Mattheo says, getting up as he presents his rage induced speech.

“What letter?” You say, unaware of what he’s talking about.

Mattheo just stares at you, stuttering to get some words out.

“I said: what letter, Mattheo?” You say, much more sternly.

“Wait, so you’re telling me you never received it?” Mattheo asks, in shock.

“I don’t even know what I didn’t receive.” You say, exasperated.

“Just, wait right here, I’ll be right back!” Mattheo says, before running up the stairs towards the dorms.

You stand there in shock, your adrenaline pumping. Had you heard him right? Theo had sent you a letter confessing his love to you? How had you missed it?

“Here! Here! I have it!” Mattheo yelled, running towards you, waving a piece of parchment around in his hand.

“This. One.” Mattheo says, between breaths as he reaches you, handing you the parchment.

You rip it from his hands, reading it quickly yet thoroughly. Tears brim at your eyes, did he really feel this way? Merlin you felt so stupid, how could this have gotten lost?

“I-I…” you stuttered, unaware of what to say.

“Outside. He’s outside. Go!” Mattheo said, stilling catching his break.

“I- ok, thank you!” You say, before quickly running out the door, finding your way outside.

You see Theo sitting outside, smoking a cigarette. His face is illuminated by the moonlight and you swear in that moment that you’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“Theo! Theodore!” You yell to him, as you run towards his figure. The grass was still wet from the rain that had fallen earlier that day, and the blades of grass began to stick to your calfs.

Theo looks at you, before getting up and attempting to escape you.

“Theo, wait, please! Mattheo just showed me the letter! I never got it!”

He stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned around.

“What?”

You finally catch up to him, breathing heavily.

“I never got your letter, I didn’t know about it until just now.” You explain, showing him the letter Mattheo had given you.

“What?” He said again, bewildered by what was going on.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, or your feelings. I just never got to read about them until tonight.”

“So, you’re telling me you never received it, at all?”

“No. I never got a letter.” You explain, your eyes searching his for some hint of how he was feeling.

“Did you read it?” Theo asked slowly.

“Yes, just now I did.”

“And…” Theo asked, hope returning to him and hitting him like a truck. He was filled with anxieties and he felts his stomach doing flips waiting for you to answer.

“Of course I’m in love with you, I thought I made it so obvious!”

“I thought I made it obvious!” Theo said with a laugh, all negative feelings and thoughts leaving his body and head at your confession.

“My heart quite literally beats for you, Teddy. I’ve never been so scared then when I thought I was losing you.”

“Really?” He asks. His eyes are lit up and he can barely contain his smile

“Yes you idiot!” You say, smiling wildly

“What about Dean?” He asks, afraid.

“Fuck Dean! It’s only ever been you, Teddy. It’ll always be you.” You say, staring up at him with nothing but love and devotion.

“Does this mean that you’ll have me?” He asks, grabbing your hands.

You nod vigorously, unable to get any words out as tears of happiness are threatening to spill if you utter a single word.

And with that, Theo dips down and kisses you. The kiss is deep and passionate. You two explore each others mouths, and your hands explore each others body. You taste every bit of each other, and feel each others hair, faces, arms, waists, chests, in ways that you’ve never felt before. You take this chance to make up for all the lost time you’ve spent pining for each other in secret. The kiss is hungry, yet gentle and Theo holds you close, as if if he doesn’t hold you as tightly as possible you’ll slip away from him. After a few minutes he pulls away, touching your forehead to his and holding your face in his hands.

“I’m so so sorry for believing the worst in you. I was just in so much pain. Ignoring you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done” He states, referring to the week prior.

“It’s ok, Teddy. Let’s not worry about that now.” You say, causing his lips to come crashing down on yours again.

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m-jelly · 5 months

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Consider:

Post-War Levi running his teashop, which happens to be across the street from a bakery with the most beautiful owner he's ever seen. And so Gabi makes it her life's mission to help the two get together.

Sweet treat across the street.

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, post war, tea shop owning Levi, baker reader, fluff, romance, falling in love, Gabi setting things up, becoming a couple.

Gabi has noticed that since Levi fully set up his tea shop, he has been gazing out the window watching you. She wants Levi to be happy and knows he is falling in love. So, she starts setting up a few things so the two of you become a couple.

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The way you smiled was so electrifying. The curves of your body are so alluring. As the sun shone on your hair it just sparkled. Everything about you was enchanting and perfect. Your lips were so plump and kissable. No matter how hard Levi tried, he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to kiss you.

Gabi moved closer to Levi. "Levi?"

Levi dragged his eyes from you and looked at the young lady. "Mm? Something wrong?"

"Yes. I'm hungry for baked goods. Could you go buy some? I'll man the shop."

Levi's cheeks burned a deep red. "Mm...baked...goods..."

She grabbed the back of his chair and pushed. "Just a few things." She plopped a nice tin of tea on Levi's lap. "Maybe give her this." She hurried him outside. "Now go."

"Wh-what do I say?"

"Tell her she's sweet and pretty!"

He whined. "I can't say things like that."

Gabi walked around and faced Levi. "You have never liked anyone before. She's appeared out of nowhere and made you smile so much."

He smiled a little. "She's wonderful."

"You have to talk to her more. You've had lots of simple conversations with her, but you have to have more."

"I'll try my best."

She grinned. "Flirt with her. You've got this. You're the great Captain Levi! You love a girl, you go get her."

He nodded. "I will!"

She hurried back into the shop and smiled as Levi hesitated a moment before making his way over to you. "Go get her, Levi."

You walked out to a little girl, crouched down and gave her a little sweet bun with a cream filling. "It's on me. Enjoy, okay?"

She giggled. "Thank you!"

You looked up and felt your heart race. "Well, hello there Levi. How's business?"

Levi cleared his throat. "Good. H-How is it f-for you?"

"Really good." You pointed at the tea on his lap. "You want something sweet with that?"

"Is it you?" Levi went bright red at his words. "S-Sorry."

You giggled. "That was good."

"Y-Yeah?"

You hummed a laugh. "Come with me." You led the way into the shop and held the door open for him. You locked the door and turned the sign to closed. "It'll be just you and me. That okay?"

He smiled sweetly. "Y-Yes. I-I want that." He held up the tin. "F-for you!"

You took the tin and studied it. "Oh, this is amazing tea." You leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

Levi locked eyes with you. "I want to kiss you." He put his head in his hands. "Sorry. I'm not good with my words."

"How am I supposed to kiss you when you cover your face up?"

Levi lowered his hands. "Wh-what?"

You knelt and leaned closer. "I have liked you for a while now. I was wondering if you liked me back. Now I know." You leaned all the way and lightly kissed him. "Would you like something sweet that isn't me?"

He laughed a little. "Please."

You stood up and waved him over. "This way. I'll get some tea and something freshly baked."

Levi stopped by the table and watched you get everything together. "You're really beautiful." He winced. "Sorry. I need to do better."

You sat down and held Levi's hand. "I think you're doing wonderful. You always get my heart racing."

"That's...that's good."

You giggled when he kissed the back of your hand. "So...shall we call this our first date?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yes. So, umm...last time we chatted a bit...you were talking about a book you were reading. I read it and loved it."

You smiled brightly. "That's great! I knew we had a few things in common."

"We have a lot in common." He played with your hand and talked with you for hours, the two of you kept eating and drinking tea. Levi released a long sigh. "I keep getting lost in your eyes." He winced. "That was bad."

"It was cute." You leaned closer. "You're cute." You kissed him and hummed in happiness when he kissed back with a need. You smiled and lightly caressed his cheek. "Can I take you on a date tomorrow?"

Levi nodded. "I'd like that."

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daisyblog · 4 months

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It’s a…

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Gender reveal.

Harry and YN had been for an early gender scan, due it being so close to Christmas and they are going to be travelling back up North for the holidays.

Their family and friends had sent in their predictions the night before, all trying to guess what baby Styles was going to be.

Anne: Girl💕

Gemma: Boy💙

Michal: Boy!

Louis: Girl x

Lottie: 💙💙💙

Phoebe: 💕

Daisy: 🩷

Jen & Len: Girl xx

Mark & Sally: 💙

Jeff: Glenne and I think Girl!!

Mitch: Boy!

Sarah: Girl xx

Pauli: BABY STYLES IS A GIRL! I think!

Lloyd: Booooooy!!

Brad: Girl! p.s good luck H😂

James: I think boy!

Louise: Lux and I think girl💞

Niall: Girl!❤️

Liam: Boy!

Zayn: Khai says girl x

In all honestly Harry and YN didn’t mind if their baby was a boy or girl, they just prayed for a happy and healthy little one.

Once YN and Harry were called into the room, YN laid down on the bed with Harry sat next to her, holding her hand for comfort.

“Are we ready to see your baby?.” The sonographer asked.

“More than ready!” YN smiled at Harry, who brought their joined hands up his lips and pressed a quick peck to them.

The room was silent whilst the sonographer moved the probe around YN’s tummy. The sound of a racing heartbeat broke the silence, and YN’s new favourite sound could be heard. Their baby’s heartbeat!

“You have one wriggly baby…they don’t want to keep still for me today!” The lady joked, causing YN and Harry to laugh as they watched the screen.

“Is everything okay? With the baby I mean?”. Harry asked, something he liked doing at every appointment.

“If I could use the word perfect, I would.” The older woman smiled. “But I can’t, but honestly your baby is growing absolutely beautifully in there…so keep doing what you’re doing Mama!”.

Harry gave YN a proud smile, knowing that YN needed to hear that today after having a few days of insecurities.

“Would you like to know the gender?”.

“Yeah please!” Harry didn’t hesitate, eagerly wanting to know if they were having a baby son or daughter.

After a few more pokes and prodes on YN’s tummy, the woman smiled. “Congratulations Mum and Dad…you’re having a…”.

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Originally YN and Harry were going to share their baby’s gender with their families at Christmas. But not wanting to take away the attention away from Louis on his birthday or the younger children at Christmas, they decided they would share the news with everyone at the same time.

Keeping it simple, YN sent all their family and friends the same photo sharing the news. Both waiting for the reactions!

Louis:

OI OI!!

I am absolutely buzzing right now! I’m chuffed to pieces for you both. I can’t wait to meet your baby and you best believe I’m going to spoil her rotten!

Give bump a kiss from her Uncle Lou!! Can’t wait to see you all Christmas. Love you xx

Anne:

Congratulations my darlings. Words can’t describe how proud I am of you both. You really do deserve all the happiness. Thank you for making me a Grandma, but a bigger thank you for blessing me with a precious granddaughter🩷I love you three so much xx

Gemma:

YOU’RE HAVING A GIRL!!

I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE TO A GIRL

I’M HAVING A NIECE!!

🩷🩷🩷

Lottie:

YEEEEEEEEESSSS! OMG I’M CRYING! I’m so happy for you both💖I can’t wait to meet your baby girl xxxxx

Phoebe:

I KNEW IT!! I’M SO EXCITED!! OUR BABY GIRLS ARE GOING TO BE BESTIES🩷🩷

Daisy:

Another Niece!💓💓💓I’m the luckiest auntie in the world. Congratulations xx

Mark:

Another granddaughter💕I am truly blessed. Congratulations!!xx

Jen:

What beautiful news. Congratulations sweethearts. We are over the moon for you. Love you all xx

Jeff:

A mini YN…good luck H😂😂

Congratulations both! We are thrilled for you and can’t wait to meet your little girl❤️

Mitch:

Uncle Mitchy can’t wait!! Congratulations both!

Sarah:

Aww how cute! Congratulations guys!💖

Pauli:

YESSSSS!! WOOOOOO!! 🩷💖💓💕💞

Lloyd:

NO WAY!!❤️

Brad:

You’re going to have your hands full H😂I’m only joking! Congratulations both, amazing news and I can’t wait to meet her🥰

James:

I should have known you were a girl dad H! Best feeling in the world! Congratulations both! X

Louise T:

TEAM PINK��Love ya both!xx

Niall:

Uncle Niall favourite niece!! ❤️

Liam:

Wow! Congratulations both, what a lucky little girl she will be to have you both ❤️

Zayn:

Khai and I can’t wait to meet her! Congrats to you both, FaceTime soon? x

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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Tall Drink Of Water

Does my little dance for @turbulentscrawl

Rated Mature | Warning: None

You have the same amount of energy Luca Balsa has, and many more given how you laid out on the floor rolling around playing with Ann's cat (you do not care if it is an Outer God that took the simple form of a cat to oversee whatever an Outer God oversees). The cat is playing with a ball of yarn you got from Annie in exchange for helping her with a toy project. The cat actually is playing with you rather than you playing with it, Alva a few times glances over to see being the one is playing with the yarn more than the cat.

Your logic for not fearing the cat is ‘I don’t worship it so I don’t have to follow its rules’. Neither does Alva yet here is a chosen one of that creature. His eyes linger on the way your shirt by now has ridden up exposing your stomach and dangerously close to the rest of your chest before you sit up and start petting the cat.

It permits it the petting, the dotting upon, you have no idea you are worshipping it by doing that and Alva could not tell you otherwise given the cat is purring. When it has enough, it places its paw on your hand pushing it away then jumping on a chair and curling up in a ball to rest.

“I want five more babies, Alva.” Without context and him not paying attention you say those words.

“Excuse me?” Stopped his hands with his current task to make sure he heard you properly.

“Five more babies,” Pointing at the sleeping cat, “We can have different types too.” You bet Ann would agree but you might have to watch out for Ithaqua because you have seen him fearlessly chase the black cat. Weirdo.

The inventor needs a moment to recover, “I am sure the Apostle would not appreciate sharing your attention.” Resuming the final touches of the device he making.

You go to sit on the couch in the room then lay on it as you stare up at the ceiling before your eyes drift to other objects in the room before falling on the ass of the Hermit. Small, you can grab it and feel a bit of meat, a bubble butt. Your eyes follow the way his back is bent over slightly as he works over the workbench tinkering away.

“Alva,” You call out to him, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” “You do and I never grow tired of it.” He replies, “You are quite handsome too, (Name).” Sometimes sparks to life in his hand for a second then shuts off. “Yeah but,” You think for a moment then grin, “You’re a tall drink of water, baby.” Yeah, this is a good one! “And I’m thirsty.” Snickering. Both a funny and a compliment, genius.

Alva has learned to grow accustomed to your time of humor and language. Given you are from a different modern time, you are far different from the people of his time in every sense. He raises an eyebrow then shakes his head, “Given you also know how ridiculous that sounds,” He stops his task as he can feel his neck becoming strained and the statement you made is a hint. “(Name).” Turning around, “Come here a moment.” His index finger beckons you over where he is leaning against his workbench.

It is cute how quickly you get up to go over to him and without skipping a beat you hug him, one who enjoys physical touching. A tactile person. He places his hand on your head petting your hair as you rest your chin on his chest with your eyes closed and a small content smile on your face, “I love you.” The words flow out easily from your mouth as you say them a dozen times with ease, you follow those words with action as you are happy to kiss his hand that traces your lips, his palm, then your eyes open halfway as you once again say, “I love you, Alva.”

“Do you need me?” A low sensual tone as you whine as his other hand starts at the lower part of your back, fingers tracing up your spine and the low-grade spark up your back makes you moan as he uses his power to stimulate your nerves. Strange as it sounds you found it gets you going a lot faster as he is directly stimulating your nerves and skin.

“My answer is always,” Though at times you feel bad given you have a much higher sex drive than the inventor. He is much lower, rarely does the mood strike him, but tries to be accommodating to your needs when he can keep with them.

Though you understand he is in the mood, it is understandable, you make it very clear to him that you never take more than what he can give. You are one to talk freely about your needs and listen to others about theirs, you had sat him down to ask what he needs from you and vice-versa.

“Are you sure? I have no problem using your shirt.” Asking to make sure he would not mind doing it right now, you can always wait for when he is ready. He got the hint you want to be intimate by your silly pickup line, something you do to hint but easy for him to know he can take his time. Plus, you like letting him know how handsome he is daily.

When you handle your own desires alone, you need something of his to keep on that edge, his shirt helps a lot.

God, you feel like you got it down bad for him— Because you are.

So bad that you ask him, sometimes, if he is comfortable with recording a ‘visual aid’.

A request and one he needed an explanation of. One you provided when he was sexually ready and you were the one teasing him. So you recorded yourself, well, let’s just say the man had a reminder of how different you both are from a technology standpoint too.

The recording on your phone plays back a video of you touching yourself as you call out his name. One of his spare shirts drapes over your body as you are a humping pillow. You are no pornstar but you are proud of your camera work!

You learned that day teasing Alva was returned tenfold and you were unable to return to your room until the afternoon of the following day.

Kissing your forehead, “I want to.”

The grandfather clock in the room strikes midnight and the soft tune of the clock plays.

You stand on the tip of your toes as he kisses you, slowly and methodically until the meow of the forgotten guest steals your attention.

“Pspsps.” Alva is looking annoyed at that damn cat as you slip away to kneel on the floor to pet its sleepy form, “Pretty kitty.”

“There is another kitty in need of proper attention if it returns to my side.”

You turn your head to see Alva Lorenz walking to his bed and sitting there patting his lap.

The hint in those words is not lost to you at all nor the Outer God cat as growls before standing up, jumping in the air, and disappearing.

“Aw.” You pout, “Do think it will come back later?”

“Let’s hope not,” He welcomes you into his arms as you straddle his lap, “Your attention is going to be elsewhere for a while.” His index finger traced the path of your jawline, his lips brushing against yours but not quite, no he let that tingle of electricity make it feel like he kissed you but you were not letting that slide as you grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and lean forward kissing him and pushing him down.

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when we were young

little follow-up of this part

words: 7871

warnings/notes: angst, fluff, being divorced of seb ?? (tf miss), conflict, jealousy;

masterlist

songs i've listened to while writing this: new west - those eyes, the rare occasions - notion, harry styles - love of my life, stephen sanchez - until I found you; matt maltese - as the world caves in;

Where you and Sebastian are co-parenting your sixteen-year-old daughter after your divorce and you drive her to her somewhat date at the movies.

present

“Have fun, we will be back to pick you up in two hours.” Sebastian aggravatedly spoke as you cracked a laugh from the passenger seat watching Anne slightly embarrassed as her whole group of friends heard her father faking the strict-parent tone.

Sebastian was everything, but not the strict part amongst the two of you, and even Anne’s friends were aware of that. They all remembered that one time when they got invited back at your place for Anna’s birthday two years ago and ended up staying up all night playing video games with Sebastian in the living room while you were getting worried sick calls from their parents explaining to each and every one of them that their children do not want to get home yet because the almighty Sebastian Vettel is teaching them how to play on the Racing Simulator he bought for Anne when she was twelve and wanted to be “just like father”.

“Oh jeez.” You muttered, waving your little goodbyes to Anne who you immediately saw wrapping her hands around the boy she liked in a timid hug, “Cut her some slack – it is just the movies.” You added, giving an inquiring look to Sebastian whose glare was trying to pierce the said boy through the car’s window, “It is just a hug!” You amusingly continued, touching Sebastian’s chin with your fingers to retract his view from Anne to you – which he did right away as he felt the warmness of your touch on him.

That took you by surprise for no reason whatsoever (it was not for the very first time when Sebastian Vettel looked down on you with worried shimmery eyes) and your heart skipped in a short and quick leap almost as your daughter’s chest when her crush started to walk closer to her rather than their other friends through the cinema’s entry. With a softened gaze and a heavy sigh, Sebastian buried his chin into your palm searching for maybe something more than just relief and support – looking for the familiarness within your touch in the vagueness of your relationship.

Your chest sunk as your ex-husband’s eyes closed for a while, “I know – I am panicking for no reason.” Sebastian then added, giving you a quick kiss on the inside of your palm before retracing his chin from there, “Thank you for bringing me back to earth.” Vettel uttered; lips close to your skin.

You chuckled just like back in high school. Divorced or not, still in love or not, just co-parenting or not – Sebastian’s kisses always managed to make you giggle as if you two were still teenagers. Oh, and how much complications do Seb’s kisses bring into your life – again, and again, and again. You wanted to push him away, you wanted to be able to see him as just Anne’s father, as your ex and sort of your friend and nothing more. And yet, that was quite impossible. You shared most of your life with him, and sometimes the way in which Sebastian’s touches made you shiver after more than two decades still, you had this deepen feeling caged inside your chest that you two share more than life itself.

Rubbing your palm with two fingers you leaned back into your chair, “I need you to stop doing this.” You breathlessly almost sobbed, looking anywhere else but not back into Sebastian’s eyes.

Sebastian figured out right away what you were referring to as the taste of your skin engraved still on the top of his lips started to fade and oh, how much and for how long Sebastian would have desired for it not to go away. Not now, not three years ago, not never. Your ex-husband nodded, “I know.” He shortly spoke, “I am sorry – force of habit.” He bittersweetly apologized as the engine started and hands gripped around the steering wheel turning left in the parking lot instead of right to the exit of it – snatching you completely away from the thoughts that were running inside of your head.

“What are you do-“ You wanted to ask, seeing how Sebastian was now looking for a parking spot instead of getting out on the street, “Oh no.” You chuckled, instantly figuring out what he was cooking inside the back of his mind, “Don’t tell me that you are planning on spying on our daughter.” You straight up mocked him at this point, watching Sebastian now as he was parking the car and getting ready to zoom out of it in any moment.

“Not just I.” Sebastian articulated, “We.” He then stated, getting out of the car, and speeding his steps towards your door to open it, “What about a classic Sebastian and Y/N mess around?” Your ex-husband then winked, offering his hand for you to grab to get out of the car and rush to the cinema’s entrance.

You shook your head as you laughed but like in any other situations of classing mess-arounds with him, you firmly took Sebastian’s hand and joined him like you always had done in the past and like you will always will until eternity holds no matter your relationship, and the complications of it all.

The classic Sebastian and Y/N mess around was one of your things and has been always one of your rituals, inside-jokes since you were in high school just like Anne. Sebastian would always come with sly little plans of spying your teachers, parents’, and friends to get something out of it – test answers, unshared secrets, messy gossips, and whatnots.

somewhere in the past

The first time you two did this was back when you were stressing about your biology test in your junior year. Back then, you and Sebastian were just friends, sharing the same old bench in the back of the class, kicking legs underneath the desk, and slightly touching knees. You had not kissed yet, but the chemistry was there and everyone around you teased your friendship and thought of it as being something more than just shy giggles and stolen glances across the class, parties or even community gatherings. You denied it countless times, and yet both of you were aware of the feelings you childishly so nurtured for each other. Right then, in the back of your class during your biology class was the very first time when you became partners in crime, and never looked back.

“I am stressing out.” You confessed to Sebastian who was fascinatedly watching you as you stretched the back of your palm, “I cannot for the love of God understand how biology works until tomorrow’s test.” You cried out, taking your face in both of your hands.

Sebastian’s giggle – music to your ears – echoed next to you as his hands departed yours from your face, “I have a plan, no worries.” He then announced, throwing you a cheeky little wink, “I do need you.” Sebastian then confessed, and nothing more would have thrilled a sixteen-year-old Y/N rather than her desk mate saying that he needed her while looking straight into her eyes with those big blue eyes.

“What for?” You immediately asked, not even questioning Sebastian’s plan for too long because no matter the reason, you were in before Sebastian could have had a chance to explain the plan.

Trusting him with your whole life was something Sebastian had earned right from the start, building on the foundation of that trust only followed in the next decades. Sebastian told you all about his plan of stealing the test answers from the teacher’s desk right after that. No matter how fraudulent that was, and no matter how injudicious it was for you to distract the teacher’s attention outside the class for Sebastian to unlock the cabinet’s door with one of your bobby pins – you followed his plan suit. And yes, as absurd as the plan was, it ended up working and both of you aced that test. From then on, from cheating on a test together to hiding in your parents’ closets to spy on them and playing “good cop, bad cop” within your group of friends, classic Sebastian and Y/N mess arounds became habits. One of your inside things – one of your many inside things: three seconds before locking eyes, scratching the back of your hand after a kiss, profiting on every occasion to rub shoulders, touch knees and steal glances, and oh how so many others.

present

You were doing that exact same thing twenty years later: sillily teaming up to watch Anne many rows behind in the dark cinema just for Sebastian to make sure that the guy she was all gushing about was not even placing his arm around her neck. Sebastian was now at ease, his sixteen-year-old daughter was all safe and sound from a shy-timid boy that managed to gather all his courage just to sit next to her at the movies, nothing more and nothing less. You watched Sebastian all tensed up in his seat for the first couple of minutes before he made sure that little rascal was not going to make a move on Anne, not even paying attention to the movie and closely watching the group of teenagers instead like a creep. You softly chuckled, there was nothing more amusing to you rather than Sebastian being all worked up about Anne’s crush.

“See?” You whispered leaning towards Sebastian, “They are not even touching.” You said, pointing to Anne’s back and talking in a low tone just to make sure that Anne was not hearing anything.

Imagine your parents' sneaking up to your not-even-date to watch over you. You rolled your eyes, Sebastian needed to tame that protective side of his regarding Anne a notch. You knew that was improbable, and you feared the moment when Anne will tell Sebastian that she dates a boy for real. What will Sebastian do then? Track the little fella? Let Anne speak with him only in the same room as Sebastian? Your eyebrows twitched, you will be the one to act as an armor to your daughter when that time will come, protect her from your insanely protective love of your life.

“I know – he needs some game.” Sebastian then joked, leaning towards you as well and giving you those shimmery eyes for the second time that evening, muscles relaxing underneath the fabrics of his clothes.

You smiled, “Like that one time when you thought me how to count shoulders?” You teased, watching Sebastian’s smile widening as well on his face, “Or any other of your classic moves?”

somewhere in the past

Being friends with Sebastian first rather than just flirting meant that you and him never had to hit on each other with corny cheesy lines or any out of the pocket moves. You two just worked right from the start and there was no need for those. Therefore, when Sebastian was trying to somehow “court” you at the beginning of your relationship, his attempts on “hitting on” you were laughable in the cutest ways possible – like the first time you two went to the movies on a proper date.

“Has anyone ever thought you how to count shoulders, love?” Twenty-years old Sebastian asked you in the back of the cinema, watching you paying full attention on the movie.

You confusingly looked back at your now new boyfriend and denied with a nod, “What do you mean?”

Sebastian cleaned his throat and then started to “count shoulders” beginning with his right one, “One, two, three, four…” He shyly spoke with pauses, tracing his fingers from his right shoulder to his left, and then touching yours up until the point his arm was all around you, pulling you closer to him and his body locking his fingers on your left shoulder, “That is how you count shoulders.” Sebastian then confidently spoke, giving you a quick peak on your cheek as a bonus after counting both of your shoulders.

You laughed then, you laughed too loud for a cinema and few heads turned towards you and Sebastian flirting – trying to flirt. You apologized with a nod to them, and then snuggled your head at Sebastian’s chest for the rest of the movie. That was your shelter for many years to come, and the fingers glued to your shoulders was Sebastian’s safety net – both of you thinking that there was no way for them to be shattered or torn apart. And yet, time is ruthless and you two had learned that lesson in the most poignant way.

present

You were now sitting next to each other not even touching, each of you pined to their seats. You both knew that what you said back in the car just minutes ago was the right thing to do. You needed to stop acting out of habit with each other – touching, kissing, holding hands needed to be out of the picture. There was the need to move on, you needed to learn how to do the co-parenting part without you two being involved in any other endeavors (physically or romantically).

Sebastian smirked at your remark, “I am forty years old now Y/N, counting shoulders is not working anymore.” He spoke, and that made you indubitably and irrationally think about the possibly of Sebastian hitting on another woman. All the sudden, your mind unlocked a new possibility that was not occurring up until now, and all that talk (or non-talk) you had back in your car seemed pointless now because you could not comprehend Sebastian touching, kissing, holding hands with another woman.

The thought consumed you whole for the rest of the movie. Fuck – it got deep inside your head as minutes went by. You were fuming, and yet you had no reason to do so. You were the one who wanted the divorce in the first place and three years have passed since your split, Sebastian was very much very allowed to meet other people and so were you. You never took those chances, though. None of the men who had shown any interest in you were not him, no one was him and no one could ever be him.

You remined silent up until Sebastian signed you that it was time to go out twenty minutes before the movie was over so you could pretend to pick Anne up like nothing had happened and like you two were far away from that mall.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked Sebastian on the way to his car walking side by side with him.

“Yes, you can ask me anything.” Sebastian muttered watching your worried lifted eyebrows, “And no, I am not seeing anyone.” He replied away ahead of you opening your mouth to ask him about that.

“How did you know that I was—” You wondered slowing your steps, watching his back relaxing underneath your glare.

“Liking it or not – I know you Y/N.” Sebastian spoke, watching you and your guilty look over his shoulder, “I regretted right away after I made it sound like I still use pick-up lines or moves.” Your ex-husband spoke waiting for you to keep up the walking pace, “You went completely radio-silence on me after that which meant that the little, teeny trundles inside of your head were moving, and I was expecting you to ask me such a question after overthinking all the possibilities.”

You gulped, catching him from behind, “You are right. You know me.” You muttered in a short breath, hugging your body until you got back into the car together checking the clock to match the time with the end of the movie.

“Can I now ask you something?” Sebastian asked, leaning into his seat, and staring back at you as you nodded, “Would you be bothered by that?” He then asked in all his seriousness, “Because I would.” Your ex-husband confessed, “The idea of you remarrying keeps me up at night – honestly.” Sebastian accentuated with a very dehydrated throat, “I want nothing more than you and Anne to be happy, and if that can be attained with another man by your side, I will pretend to be fine for a while – and after that, I will just lose my mind.”

You laughed with a shook of your head, “There is only you, Seb.” You intoned, not even daring to look at him although Sebastian was staring right back at you.

somewhere in the past

It was an odd feeling even then, knowing that there is only him and that the likelihood of another man was out of the question for the rest of your life right from the point you kissed him one first time. You were foolishly in love with him, Sebastian swept you out of your feet utterly and completely, and so was Seb – childishly smitten with you right from the start.

The thing with young love nonetheless is that it consumes you whole and makes you act in all mad kind of ways, and you two had to learn how to mature through them together. Oh boy, was that a rocky road indeed that seemed to be still shaky more than twenty-years later when you would have not guessed that your heart would still ache in such a fashion at the idea of somebody else in Sebastian’s life. You can never perfect a relationship, and you and Sebastian never claimed to have succeeded in doing so.

Everybody tells you that when you find “the right one” the rest goes easy, there are no fights, no pauses, no sobs, and cries. You and Sebastian went through all of them, and the first time that the idea of mending your relationship was when you both figured out that long-distance sucks big time.

You were studying far away from your city; Sebastian was travelling all the time due the nature of his job. Barely speaking, seeing each other two to three times a mouth was challenging, but you promised yourselves that you can make it work and that three years from that point on you will write in any city racing takes Sebastian and then you will rest when needed in your own little studio apartment when you get back home. You had all the time in the world, you would say but time was distancing you more than the actual miles in between your bodies. Sebastian was in different time zones almost every weekend, and you studied and worked part-time by day and wrote by night, using the little to no free time you had in between to be social, go to parties, meet people, and build a life of your own that Sebastian was unable to take part of.

It tormented him – day and night – it tormented Sebastian, that you had a whole different life he had little to no idea about in college so far away from him.

“You are going to a party?” Your boyfriend sarcastically inquired over the phone, “I thought you hated parties.”

You chuckled at the end of the call, “I don’t.” You spoke with a silly smile all over your face that was always present whenever you two were talking over the phone after a long day of not reaching each other, “I just was not invited to parties in high-school, so I always claimed I don’t like them – when, in fact, I do.” You paused, position in the bed shifted as you heard Sebastian’s breath into the phone, something about the way he sounded made your knees weak and your spine shiver.

You two had not been physical with each other for mouths, and that drove both of you insanely crazy. Therefore, a simple breath was enough for you to gulp your words and for your body to heat up.

“Can I come too?” Sebastian inquired, and your smile not just widened on your face, but your cheeks were about to burst from their rosiness and for how much they were pushed up by the arched corners of your mouth.

Sebastian should have seen you then, and that would have been enough for him to kiss you all over your face. That man was whipped, your smile was his kryptonite, the weakness of his heart and the craving of his soul.

“You are free this weekend?” You happily spoke, patiently waiting for your boyfriend’s answer.

Sebastian was most definitely not free even tough that was not a race weekend, the young German driver had media duties to attend all weekend being back home. The Torro Rosso win just happened two weeks ago and people (his people) wanted him in interviews, in magazines, in papers to talk all about that and to praise their championship-material racing driver for being the youngest winner ever. And yet, none of the people who could fuel his fame by meeting with him for interviews and photoshoots were worth to prologue the absence of your smile.

“I have to shift some things, but I will come.” He spoke, already thinking ahead about whom he should call to cancel his meetings.

“That’s amazing, Seb.” You almost sobbed, “I miss you so, so much.” You simply spoke, throat aching in a dry pain.

“I miss you too, so, so much.” Sebastian spoke after a short chuckle, and you could basically still hear the smile into the tone of his voice, feeling the warmth of it too spreading in an empty room that cried for Sebastian’s presence.

Sebastian’s heart felt heavy once the call ended, and that was because he felt you slipping form between his fingers for the first time ever since you two kissed in front of your door years ago. You were becoming your own individuals, and yet you and Sebastian had completely different pathways that you hopefully made ends meet. Closing his eyes, Sebastian dreamed of the time promised: watching you writing your books first thing in the morning as he awakes, having you all for himself inches away instead of miles, seeing your smile instead of only picturing it somewhere in the back of his mind.

After three to four rounds of showing him how much you missed Sebastian, leaving him tireless and sweaty pinned to your dorm bed, you took your silk robe and tightening it around the waist so you could take a shower and get ready for the said party. Sebastian watched you as you departed, almost convinced that his hand was unable to leave yours as you rose from the bed.

“That was something else,” Sebastian paused, gutted almost. With one hand glued to his forehead, he took a full breath of the tensed air in the room, “I think we must have broken a personal record or something, love.” He laughed, and you could not help yourself not to give him a sly smile in return.

“In time or pleasure?” You inquired with a curved eyebrow, and Sebastian arched his back up to straighten it on the bed frame leaned against one of the walls just to take a better look at you after a short and vehement nod of approval before saying, ‘both, I think both’.

Sebastian took your hand again in his as you were hurryingly passing by the bed to lure you in again, but the man only managed to steal a short kiss from your lips as you departed once again.

“I have to get ready, Seb.” You urgently breathed, “You need to help me choose in between two outfits.” You spoke, steps hastening to the bathroom.

Your boyfriend leaned his head back on the pillow, “Oh, so you really want to go to this party.” He intoned, hopping that maybe what just happened in between the two of you would convince you to skip the evening and go back to bed.

Just you and him for an entire afternoon, evening and night, Sebastian has been longing for twenty-four hours like this for so long now. And yet, just now – your boyfriend had realized how much you wanted to go to that party, seeing you all flustered about the choosing of your outfit fact that had never happened before to any of the events you two went too.

It aroused uncertainties, those kinds of suspicions that crawls into Sebastian’s head too quick and for too long, without reason or logic when it came to the fear of losing you. You were changing before Seb’s eyes, quite literally and figuratively, and your boyfriend had the understanding for the very first time ever that he needed to not only cope with the idea of you having a chuck of life that was not involving him, but also supportyou and your decisions.

Just as you have been doing with him being a driver in the past few years, just as you got used to not seeing Sebastian that much and with reading rumors about him dating some other girls, constantly doubting yourself of not being good enough for him, just as you dealt with his whole different person when Sebastian was racing.

And yet, knowing that you were able to put an front up until now about all of this without saying once that it is bothersome, arose another type of inquiry for Sebastian – what if one day you decide to leave him because someone who is not there for you all the time was not suitable to the kind of life you wanted to have?

Getting to know each other as best friends at first was something, dealing with the insufficiencies of your relationship now was a whole different ground that you had to have it paved through trial and error, mistakes and apologies, hot tears and soft kisses on burning cheeks.

Your boyfriend got to know a whole different you at that party. You acted like a natural extrovert with everyone that was present there. You hugged people, you kissed their cheeks, you even took more shots that you could handle. You were never like this before with people at high-school, Sebastian has never seen you so genuinely happy when people that were not him were around – and that made him extremely jealous, utterly protective of what he thought it belonged to him and only him. Children, both of you.

“Your boyfriend?” One of your college friends spoke as you introduced Sebastian to him, and your boyfriend could not help himself not to stare at what seemed to be a Greek God glimpsing at him and then at his girl, “You never told me you had a boyfriend before, glad to meet you—” The man paused, waiting for Sebastian to utter his name.

Auch, a punch in the groin. Yes, Sebastian was sane enough to know that not everyone follows sports, and yet lies would have been involved to say that Sebastian’s ego was not hurt right then and there by this mysterious wavy-haired, sun-kissed, hell of a man for not knowing who he was, and by you for not telling him sooner that you were all spoken for. The insecurities made room into the nets of your boyfriend’s mind once again, why you were not telling him that you had a boyfriend for?

“Sebastian Vettel,” He then replied, lifting his hand in the air just to be cupped with strength by the man.

“Robert.” He simply replied, giving a firm shake to Sebastian.

You adjusted your voice by coughing twice sensing whatever was going on between two males shaking hands for the first time, “Robert is in my creative writing class, he mostly writes slam poetry at which he is pretty good.” You explained to Sebastian with an awkward smile, wrapping one of our arms around Sebastian as soon as they dropped the handshake.

“Oh? He does?” Sebastian replied, having no idea how slam poetry sounded like and not intending to hear from this godlike of a man who was now gazing at you a little bit too much to be just friendly what was that.

Sebastian’s blood boiled, especially after Robert thanked you with a smile, “Oh, thank you. You do flatter me, Y/N darling.” He paused, Sebastian’s jawline hardening as Robert continued with, “Your girlfriend’s poems are something else, tough!” He then explained, words to which Sebastian’s straight lines turned into a smile, “Now I can see where the inspiration comes from,” Robert continued, giving Sebastian a short head-to-toes check-up with scrutinizing eyes, “I can see why I could not stand a chance now.” He then commented slightly patting your shoulder, Sebastian’s mouth returning into a straight line.

You awkwardly laughed and dragged Sebastian out of there, waving goodbye to Robert and going straight to the bar for yet another two shots.

“That man wants to fuck you.” Sebastian bluntly spoke after the liquid went down on both of your throats, the harshness of your boyfriend’s words standing as a sign that you were not the only one who drank up their limit – and you knew better than to be hurt by drunk words coming out of Seb’s mouth that he will for certain regret in the morning.

“I know,” You simply replied as you leaned on the bar, “You heard him yourself; it is not like he could stand a chance.” You continued, as you and Sebastian both could feel Robert’s eyes across the room.

“He is an attractive man; I am pretty sure he thinks he will have a chance at it in the future.” Sebastian noted, part of his voice crumbling as Sebastian spoke the words to you and part of his tone collapsing inside his throat as the thought of you touched by hands that were not his own crossing his mind.

You almost gagged on another shot, “Do you hear yourself now?” You questioned, hands locked at your chest now as you deeply sighed, “He is an attractive man?” You laughed, “How about: Y/N, you are an attractive woman, and I am aware of the fact that other people might want you, but I trust you enough that you will not cheat on me.” You mouthed, harshly looking at Sebastian as his words were cut short, not expecting of you to give him a full lecture.

“Y/N I—” Sebastian paused, not knowing what to say next for this to not escalate into a fight, waiting to avoid conflict with you as much as probable, “I—” He stumbled again, not finding the right next step.

You are the person Sebastian loves the most right then and there, why would your boyfriend want to pick a fight with you out of something so ordinary as a good-looking man about whom Sebastian knew essentially nothing about fantasying of having a shoot with you?

Your lungs filled with unbreathable air, “You?”

“Come on, love.” Sebastian muttered, taking one of your hands in his to kiss the back of it, “I really don’t want to fight.” He then confessed, and as soon as the words reached your ears, you retracted your hand from his.

“Of course.” You exhaled, “You never want to fight.” You added watching your shoes rather than looking at him, “I am tired, let’s go back to the dorm – we can “not talk” about it on our way back.” You sarcastically spoke, hopping from the high-bar chair and making your way to the exit with pressed steps, Sebastian following right after you with his heart up to his throat knowing that dodging the fight was not worth it.

You walked ahead of him without saying any word back to him, not even giving him a glimpse over the shoulder. Your eyes were watery, and your neck was dry, not the very best combination if you were to lock eyes with Sebastian. You knew you would burst right into crying if you were to look at him, because all these mouths were you seemed to not be bothered by doing long distance with him were just an act. You hated every single fucking minute of it, and that piled up with each missed phone call, each rumor about some sort of a girl, each interview with him all giggly and happy wondering, searching, glooming somewhere in the back of your mind that would it have not been better for him to not be tied up by some high-school crush of his in this fame hunting ride?

And now this? Sebastian hinting at the idea of you being with Robert under any circumstancing whatsoever? On top of all, Sebastian’s inability to fight with you showing up again. Always wanting to avoid fights, never wanting to upset you, and always protecting you seemed to be the right ways to go at first. And yet, no relationship survives without conflict, there is no calm after the chaos if there is no chaos to begin with. Bottling all your feelings up, burying them deep into a coffin – this will not work out, you both thought.

“I cannot “not talk” about it.” You said at the same time, Sebastian’s hand catching yours from behind and you turning your glare at him as you stopped your steps blocks away from your dorm.

Soft breezes of spring blew into your faces, icing the tears at the corners of your eyes that Sebastian touched with the tips of his fingers as he cupped your face to kiss it. Yes, smiling you must be Sebastian’s weakness, but watching tears fall down your plumped cheeks might just as well be his eternal damnation.

“I sounded like a jerk back there, please, please –” Sebastian begged with closed eyes and lips glued to your forehead, “forgive me for being such a fucking prick.” He added, one of the hands now on the back of your neck as the thumb could stroke your cheek as Sebastian dearly looked down at you, “I just got very jealous.”

Your fingers cupped the man’s wrist, “I should have told you about Robert before,” You recognized right away, “I was just scared that you will not trust me if I tell you that he tries his luck with me.”

Sebastian shook his head, “No, no, no.” He repeated vehemently, “I trust you completely, is not even about that.” He then confessed, “The thing is,” Sebastian then stopped, lips on yours for just a moment so Sebastian can remember how courage tasted like.

You chuckled, there was not even a moment in which this man could hold himself back from kissing you, “The thing is?” You smiled, repeating his words.

“I am untrusting of myself.” Sebastian muttered the words, taking one step away from you as he spoke, “You have this whole new life that I know nothing about, Y/N.” He then begin, as if a tap has been flipped up or a switch lighted on, “You have your new friends, and your book that you are writing, and parties to attend, and literature to study, and places to see, and people to meet, and I—” Sebastian stopped with a gulp into his chest, “I feel like no matter how much I try – I will never fit in your life.”

Your eyes softened, oh love. This evening was a turn point in your relationship, you were both twenty-one and unexperienced in what love was. And yet, you wanted to learn – and you did that together in time, not feeling worthy of each other both in different ways was just the beginning of the learning curve.

“I feel like I don’t fit into yours either.” You added with a sob, “You are always away, people are taking pictures wherever you go and somehow they never follow you when you and I are together, so they think you are dating all those random girls that show in the paddock, and I feel like I am holding you back.”

Sebastian nodded in understanding, “That is why you did not tell your friends yet about me?” He asked with widened eyes, “I thought you want to keep all of this private.” He spoke, pointing to the two of you.

“I wanted to do so.” You confirmed after scratching the back of your head, “I thought I will be fine reading rumors about you and some supermodel that supports Red Bull, but man – I hate them.”

“The supermodels or the rumors?” Sebastian joked, and you huffed a short giggle again.

“Both.” You replied with furrowed eyebrows.

“So, now you can understand my jealousy towards Robert?”

You nodded, “Yes, I do.” You confirmed after another short sight, “Foolish of us to think that loving each other is enough.” You commented, being the one now to take the extra-step in between the two of you for the distance to dissolve to zero as Sebastian’s eyes were all over you face, lips, neck, and shoulders, “It seems like we need to do more than that.” You continued, arms around Sebastian’s neck now.

“Avoiding fights is not the answer, that I know now.” Sebastian shortly laughed, and you could not help yourself but smile, letting him kiss what he adored the most, “What a fucking stupid name Robert is, tough. “Sebastian spoke in a playful tone as you tightened your grip around the man’s body.

“There is only you, Seb.” You replied as you buried your head into the man’s shoulder, “There is only you.” You reassured your boyfriend, making sure that the words were heard as your lips caressed Sebastian’s skin across the man’s neck.

present

Sebastian said nothing to your words, you were wondering if the same memory played inside of your ex-husband’s mind. And yet, you were welcomed with nothing but radio-silence coming from him as the car was started. Sebastian drove in silence from the parking spot to the cinema’s entrance where Anne was spotted right away by her father’s peering eyes. Your ex-husband went out of the car, crossed his hands at his chest and tried once again to look fierce and intimidating. You remined in the car with the window open, right at Sebastian’s right shoulder watching him with the same amused smile as when you dropped Anne. After saying her goodbyes, Anne went straight to the car completely and bluntly avoiding Sebastian’s gaze over her and that boy.

“How was the movie, darling?” You intoned, sensing right away that something was bothering Anne.

“It was good.” She simply replied, watching her friends outside the window leaving one by one but evading from within her little crush’s gaze.

You muttered a short “mhm” as Sebastian got back into his seat, evidently confused as well by the lack of talk coming from Anne, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked, both of you turning your heads to her.

“Nothing.” She continued; eyes still glued on the window.

“Are you sure?” Sebastian worryingly asked, patting his girl’s leg to make her attentive towards her parents, “Do you want to talk to us?” He continued, but Anne was adamant still as she disagreed with a nod.

“I don’t have anything to say, nothing happened.” Anne highlighted with furrowed eyebrows, “Can we go, please? I am hungry.” She spoke, glancing from Sebastian to you – signaling that you need to convince her father to drop it. And yet, none of you wanted to drop it, but Sebastian listened to her as he always has done and started the engine, the three of you getting out of the parking lot in a heavy silence.

“Oh,” You mouthed once Anne’s words clicked for you, “That is why you are upset – nothing happened.” You spoke, clapping your hands once before turning back to Anne and catching her glare on you, “You wanted him to do something?” You questioned Anne, watching your daughter’s lips plucked in a puppy pout as she nodded.

“You are upset because of that?” Sebastian stepped in, opening his mouth even wider to continue speaking but being interrupted by one of your fingers at the front of his nose.

“Shut up, pay attention to the driving.” You commented, giving him a sharp look from which Sebastian has understood that playing the overly protective father card right now was not the time.

“I am literally a professional driver.” Sebastian teased, and both you and Anne’s faces lighted up with a smile as soon as you heard Seb’s sarcastic tone, “Ok, but I will behave.” He accentuated, slightly rolling his eyes as a drama queen.

You took Anne’s hands in words, and she poured her soul right in was she watched your lovely eyes looking right back at hers and Sebastian’s worried ones through the rear mirror, “I know he likes me, and I like him too. And yet, we have not held hands yet! Also, he stood right next to me during the movie and not a word shared – like I don’t even exist.” She almost sobbed, snatching your hands tightening into hers. Your eyes softened, oh my dear girl. You patted the back of her hand, opening your mouth to speak.

“Very good.” Sebastian stepped in again, “You are sixteen, holding hands should be banned until you are at least eighteen.” He added, throwing a look over the shoulder to forewarn Anne.

“Eyes on the road, Sebastian.” You intoned in a somewhat harsh tone, sharpening him with a look that had the intention of being mean, but being unsuccessful so as yours caught his and you saw the spectacle of luminated lights on the road flickering within the margins of his irises.

Sebastian nodded, “You are right, I will shut up.” He spoke, being scolded even by Anne’s glare reflected in the rear mirror that piercing him. Sebastian wanted for his daughter to just be the happiest girl in the world, and if holding hands with that boy was what she needed at that moment to become that, your ex-husband had to accept it.

“You said he was shy, right?” You asked, playing it cool as if you were not just seeing the boy trembling next to your daughter minutes ago in the cinema, “It was not the place and the moment to hold hands, perhaps.” You assured Anne with a warm smile, “Next time, maybe be the one to catch his hand in yours. Boys are not really that great in catching subtilities, and to act accordingly of their thoughts, especially when they are young. They try to seem tough, rough and like they are not touched by anything, especially when they are with their friends.” You highlighted, slightly pointing to Sebastian as you titled your head.

“I saw that, love.” Sebastian laughed, realizing right after that stopping this force of habit was going to be tougher that it seemed, “And yes, Anne. Your mother was right, we are the stupidest beings when it comes to catch signals, and we like to put on a persona around friends, this will change as he grows up.”

You nodded, “Yes, you just have to be up-front about it.” You added, glaring at Sebastian as you were both thinking about the very first time you got into a huge fight due to exactly this reason, “Ask him if he likes you when you feel ready to do so, avoiding the talk will only do worse – trust me, and your father.” You spoke, hands still cupped with Anne.

Sebastian nodded, and Anne could see his toughened glare in the mirror watching you two, “Feelings can be little intricate branches that crawl into your mind, body and soul trying to fool you into sheltering them deep down, your mother thought you and me how to cope with them, and for that we should be forever grateful for.” Sebastian spoke in a soft tone much contrary to his eyes, “Maybe, your little friend was not that lucky yet.” Your ex-husband commented, filling Anne’s heart with big hopeful flakes of light for her to be that person, for her to show him how to learn love.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked Sebastian as the car stopped outside of your house, “I am hungry, and I am sure Anne’s famished too—”

“I am not, I want to go to bed early.” Anne interrupted, jumping straight out of the car, and going into the house, probably locking right away into her room to text the boy, “Goodnight, mom, dad!” She yelled, slamming shut the door after she got in.

You laughed, “Oh, she is head over heels over this guy.” You huffed, amusingly watching the light of her room blasting at the second-floor sight that she basically bolted in 0.2 seconds on the stairs.

“Reminds me of someone.” Sebastian teased, rubbing shoulders with you as you were both out of the car and leaning on the side of it.

You laughed, “I stole my mom’s phone once to text you.”

Sebastian laughed back, “I know, I stole my father’s car to impress you.”

You shook your head as you faked disbelief, “You were already impressing me by winning races, there was no need to steal a random streetcar from your father.” You spoke, side-eyeing him from time to time as you talked.

“I have not won a race in a hot minute.” Sebastian pleaded, watching his feet rather than your face.

“You will, no worries.” You spoke, gently stroking the man’s shoulder with your fingers for comfort.

“Most unlikely.” Sebastian bittersweetly uttered before he took a huge breath of air in, “I am resigning from Formula One by the end of the season.” He then exhaled, clean blue eyes locking yours now.

You could not help yourself but slightly smile, you have seen what more than twenty-five years have done to him doing this job. You witnessed that all, all the highs, all the lows, and all the in-betweens. You said nothing on the matter, and Sebastian knew that you will not – that was the reason why you divorced him the first place. In that moment, watching you staring at him back with a little smile sprung on your face and glistering eyes, weary skin and a bittersweetly usage of tone, Sebastian wished for him to have been able to deliver this type of news sooner – three years sooner.

Your shoulders shrugged and then twitched back up, the tension in your body releasing at once, “Are you hungry or not?” You asked departing from the car and making your way into the house.

Sebastian nodded and followed you, like the man had always has done. At the door frame, Sebastian’s steps slowed, and you inquisitively stopped yours, “What happened?” You asked, the hungriness that took over your body being replaced with a short amused smiled as you watched Sebastian just standing there and staring right back at you.

“There is only you, too.” Sebastian simply replied, confirming that you were both thinking of the same evening back in the car, “And yes,” Seb laughed, “I still think that Robert is a dumb ass name.” He spoke, and you two busted into laughter as the door of your house opened, both spending the rest of the evening in your kitchen trying to make something comestible to eat out of what laid in the back of your freezer.

You were all that the other one knew, and such evenings as the one more than twenty-five years ago and the one just now were mere reminders of that. There were only you two, always.

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katemartinismywife · 24 days

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found each other - c.c

☺︎ caitlin clark ☺︎

"You look perfect baby" Caitlin smiles walking behind Ryan and hugging her waist. "You ready?" Ryan asks kissing her cheek and pulling on her high heels. "Of course" Caitlin helped Ryan walk down the stairs and into the car.

"Are you excited?" Caitlin asks looking at Ryan who is making a face. "I don't want them to hate me" Ryan slightly laughed hiding her fear. The couple was about to go eat at a really fancy restaurant with Caitlin's family. "They'll love you baby" She gave a reassuring thigh squeeze.

"Do not get out of your seat Ryan" Caitlin spoke sternly. The girls liked playing a game on who could open whose door first. "Too late" Ryan stuck out her tongue and ran around the car to open Caitlin's door.

"You cheated" Caitlin sighed changing from her driving shoes and into heels. "All fair in love in war.. or something like that" Ryan leaned in pressing her lips to Caitlin's and pulling her body into hers. "Okay we have to go baby" Caitlin smirked grabbing a handful of Ryan's ass.

Ryan and Caitlin walked hand in hand into the restaurant instantly spotting her family. Ryan had already met Caitlin's brother, so he was the first one to greet her with a hug. Caitlin hugged her parents and then hugged her brother.

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Clark" Ryan smiled hugging both of Caitlin's parents. "No need for the formality, call me Anne and call him Brett"

The group of five sat down and talked about everything they could think of. Ryan loved seeing the family side of Caitlin. Every time she would talk Ryan listened.

Sometimes Caitlin would stroke Ryan's thigh under the table and squeeze it. Ryan caressed her forearm and talked to Colin. "I am so happy you two found each other. I can tell you really love each other" Anne smiled watching the two look at each shyly.

"Just don't hurt my baby girl Ryan" Brett joked seeing Caitlin hide her smile behind her hand. "I don't plan on it Mr. Clark" Ryan leaned her head on Caitlin's shoulder.

"She's doing a great job so far" Caitlin teased kissing the top of Ryan's head.

"You should see them makeout,it is disgusting" Colin joked breaking the silence. Caitlin laughed as Ryan hid her face behind her hands.

"I hate you so much Colin"

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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omg hi do you still write gilbert blythe x readers? If so i would like to request a makeout scene or 🍒 or maybe both? Both is better

A/N: Okay so our taglist may be out of date so if anyone doesn’t want to be tagged in Anne’s writings and/or smut please send us an ask! (be specific about what you want cause we get confused easily)

Warnings: 18+ and obvisly this is not AWAE’s version of Gilboy -Danny

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Warmth —(Gilbert Blythe xF!Reader)

A tough winter had fallen upon Avonlea that year, the snow would pile against the windows stopping any kind of light to enter anyone’s home, and even if they’d managed to shovel it out of the way, there was no sunlight to reward them for their tough efforts.

However, this weather benefited a few who, in love and with time to spare, needed little excuses to waste their mornings in bed.

Gilbert and you had woken up to a gloomy morning, but instead of letting it ruin your mood, you took it as an excuse to wrap your arms around your lover and nuzzle your face against his chest.

“It’s so cold,” you muttered against him, “let’s stay in bed all day...”

“I have patients, dear...”

“Oh, like anyone would leave their homes just so you could take a look at their runny noses,” you grumbled.

“What if they have an emergency?”

“We just installed the phone,” you retorted stubbornly, “if they need you desperately, they’ll know where to find you.”

“Y/N...”

“Have some pity, Gilbert boy,” you poked his ribs, “your poor wife is begging you to stay and keep her warm. What if you leave her all alone and she ends up with the worst cold of her life?”

Gilbert chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

“Indeed,” you continued. “Did you know there’s an old proverb that goes ‘shoemakers' children go barefoot and doctors' wives die young’?”

“Really?” He frowned. “That’s certainly not what I want for us.”

“And that’s precisely why you’ll stay right here, cuddling your wife until she’s all warm and sleepy again.”

Gilbert tilted your chin up so you would look at him. “I guess I can take one day off.”

You moved closer and kissed him lightly, his hand moved from your chin to the side of your neck and deepened the kiss. A little sigh escaped your lips and your fingers went to his curls, holding onto them, gently at first, and then a bit more desperate.

“I’ve missed you,” you mumbled against him.

“I’m right here,” he replied, frowning a little.

“Today, yes, but you’ve been visiting your patients every day from dusk to dawn,” you moved away and cupped his cheek, “and I’m so proud but... the house feels so lonely when I come back from my errands and you’re not here.”

Gilbert’s eyes softened. “I didn’t know you felt that way, I always thought you were quite... self-sufficient.”

“Oh, I am,” you frowned, “that doesn’t mean I don’t love and long for my husband’s attentions.”

“You long?” He adopted a teasing tone. “Poor thing...” he kissed your forehead, “so abandoned...” then your nose, “with so much love to give...”

His lips traveled to your neck and left a trail of kisses down your throat, his teeth bore into the curve of your shoulder, causing you to gasp.

“I’ve missed you too...” he whispered against your skin, “my sweet wife...”

“Please...” you whined, keeping his head in place.

“Yes, dear?” He kissed your shoulder. “What do you need?”

“You... just you.”

“But how do you want me?”

“However you decide, just don’t stop,” you concluded, pulling him back to your lips.

Gilbert quickly got to work, he pushed your camisole up and snuck a hand between your bodies, cupping your center.

“You’re warm,” he lowered his face and breathed in your scent. “Are my hands too cold?”

“N-no,” you shifted in your place to give him better access, “you’re perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” he retorted, “so soft...” his hand slowly traveled up and cupped one of your breasts, “so easy to arouse...”

“Gilbert,” you sighed.

“I know,” he cooed, “I’m getting there.”

His lips left your neck and moved down, kissing and sucking the soft skin on your other breast. His digits pinched and massaged your nipple, he switched his attentions from one breast to the other, lightly grinding his hips against yours.

Your hands grasped the edge of his sleeping pants and pushed them down slightly, the light patch of hair at the base of his stomach making you moan at the sight.

Gilbert silently took off his clothes, taking his time so you had a moment to appreciate him properly, then he placed himself between your legs and helped you sit, pulling the camisole completely off your body.

“Look at me,” he asked lowly, you obliged right away, “give me your hand.”

You did. Gilbert took it with one of his and gently guided you to his member. He gave glanced at you to make sure you were okay with this, and you pecked his lips as a response. His free hand went to the back of your head and kept you close to his mouth. Your noses brushed, the room started to feel warm all of a sudden.

Your fingers wrapped around him the way you knew he liked, Gilbert let out a soft groan the moment you started moving. His hand abandoned your wrist and looked for your center, you spread your legs a bit more and he pushed his hand forward, finding your sensitive nub and rubbing against it.

“There we go,” you felt him smiling, “ride my fingers, Y/N.”

He slipped one finger inside you, then two, and after barely a few minutes you had three of his fingers thrusting in and out of you. Your hand squeezed him lightly, thumb circling his tip while your other hand clung to his thigh.

Your moans were mixing together, your mouths so close you could even imagine each breath he took going through yours.

“I love what you’re doing... but I need you around me,” he spoke, almost begging.

“Do it,” you replied, pulling him so he laid on top of you.

Gilbert took his fingers out and licked them clean without breaking eye contact. He spread your legs open entirely and lined himself with your entrance.

“You’re soaked,” he said in awe, running his tip up and down your folds.

“All for you, Gilbert boy,” you replied charmingly.

He held your hand and kissed your knuckles, then he gently dropped it beside you and held onto your thighs, driving into you firmly. Gilbert moved so now your chests were brushing against each other, your legs wrapped around him, desperate to push him deeper inside you.

“Do that again,” he moaned.

You moved your legs again, but this time your hand went up to his curls and pulled lightly, Gilbert’s face was pure bliss.

“Such a good husband,” you panted, “so good to me...”

“Do you like it when I’m inside you?” He whispered. “Does it feel good?”

“So good, my dear,” you kissed his jaw, “don’t stop...”

Gilbert placed a hand next to your head for leverage and started to move faster, you were moaning non-stop, almost screaming his name. He was getting closer, but he wanted you to finish with him, so he snuck a hand between you and rubbed tight circles around your clit.

“Oh—! Yes! Don’t stop, Gilbert, please...”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he said breathing harshly.

It took him a moment, but eventually, you started to clench around him and he knew it was time. He looked for your lips blindly and drowned your moans as you came, and in exchange, you muffled his low growls and whimpers as he finished inside you.

His thrusts slowed down until he was practically still above you. Your hands ran through his hair lovingly.

“You’re okay?” You asked him quietly.

Gilbert lifted his face, a healthy blush on his cheeks and a youthful shine on his eyes. “I’m more than okay.”

You smiled at him. “Good. Are you happy you stayed?”

“Happy?” He asked in disbelief. Gilbert shifted and started to leave kisses all over your face with each word he said. “You are the most wonderful woman on earth— I love you so much.”

You giggled, stopping his attack by cupping his face and pulling him toward your lips. “I love you too.”

“Are you hungry?”

“No. But I am a bit sleepy.”

The young man carefully moved out of you to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your figure and pulling you closer. “Let’s go back to sleep then. It’s still early.”

“Okay... and Gilbert?”

“Hmm?”

“I meant what I said before. I’m very proud of what you do to help others, so don’t ever feel guilty for doing so. What I said was just so I convinced you to stay today.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “thank you, Y/N.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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justice4canyonmoon · 1 year

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harry being all shaky and scared after having a bad dream 🥺 but you wake up because you hear him crying and you comfort him with kisses and stuff

wow, this is the first thing I've written in a long time! Couldn't get myself into the headspace I need to write smut, but I really liked this prompt, so here we are :) It's a bit on the short side, but I think it's quite cute! Hope you enjoy :)

warnings: nightmares, car accident

WC: 641

“Gemma!”

He woke up with a gasp of his sister’s name, hands trembling with shaky breaths. The dream was awful: you, his mother, and his sister were all driving to one of his shows when a drunk driver hit you head on, killing you and Anne on the spot. Gemma had been taken to a hospital, and the near scream of her name that happened when he woke up was when the heart monitor stopped beating. His heart thumped in his chest, and he turned to the bed beside him to look at you, focusing on the way your chest moved with every breath, assuring him that you were alive.

Harry turned so he was facing away from you, trying to regulate his breathing without waking you. But every time he took a breath in, it was harder and harder to take the next. It wasn’t long until he found his face wet with tears, thinking about the way he was forced to watch the three people he loved most leave the world. He kept his sniffles and sobs as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake you for something as silly as a nightmare. But it felt so real.

“Harry?”

He felt his body tense, hearing your voice, still thick with sleep, calling his name.

He hummed in acknowledgment, not wanting to speak in fear of you hearing his shaky voice.

“Are you crying, honey? Is everything okay?”

Maybe he wasn’t as subtle as he thought.

“‘M fine, love. Go back to sleep, didn’t mean t’ w-wake yeh.”

He heard the tremble in his voice and knew you would do the same.

“Oh, honey,” was all you said before you wrapped your arms around his waist, “what’s wrong?”

“Just a dream. Nothing too important, that’s why I didn’t want t’ wake yeh,” he mumbled.

You got him to turn over so he was facing you, and now you could see the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You reached up, gently wiping them away with your thumbs.

“H, I never want you to feel like you can’t wake me up if you need me. Whether it’s an emergency or you just can’t sleep, I’ll be here. Maybe sometimes I’ll be grumpier than others,” that got a chuckle out of him, which you were proud of, “but I am always happy to help you.”

He smiled, leaning into your touch, “Thank yeh, my love. Best partner I could ask for.”

You smiled back, kissing the spots you had been rubbing with your thumbs, “Of course, honey. What kind of dream got you this worked up, hm?”

He sighed, dropping his eye contact with you as he struggled not to cry again, “Saw you, Mom, and Gem die in a car accident as yeh were drivin t’ one of my shows.”

Your lips turned into a deep frown, “That sound so scary, H, I’m sorry you had a dream like that. But I’m right here, very much alive, and if you want, we can call Anne and Gemma in the morning. Promise I won’t leave you like that. None of us will.”

“I’d really like to call them tomorrow. It’s been too long since we’ve spoken, anyway.”

You nodded, “Sounds like a plan.”

You pulled his body closer to yours, wrapping one arm around his waist and rubbing his back, while the other moved up to smooth his hair back. You leaned forward and pressed loving kisses to the top of his head, trying simultaneously to provide him comfort and lull him back to sleep.

Just as you thought you heard his breathing evening out, you hear him murmur, “I love yeh.”

You smiled against his hair, “Love you too, honey.”

He relaxed into your arms, finally falling back asleep, and now that he was feeling better, you could do the same.

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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the new one shot is incredible! loved to see them in a different situation that we aren’t used to. I’d like to know how did their parents react when they told them they were expecting knowing they were really young and his professional career just started!

Always Be My Baby

prompt: how harry’s family reacts to the pregnancy announcement

warnings: angst, smut, minors dni 18+

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YN was much more nervous than Harry as they pull up to Anne’s house in their rented car - she was overly excited by their last minute trip up to their little lake house with them.

“Darling, can hear you worrying from here,” Harry chuckles softly as he navigates the unpaved, long twisting driveway back into the heavily forested property.

Since he’d found out she way pregnant, he’d been obsessed with her belly (even more so than before), there wasn’t much to show quite yet - just a little pudge of her lower stomach.

His hand constantly was on it, when they drove, it was one hand on the wheel and the other on her tummy, thumbing at the skin.

“I just- we should have told her we were getting married and now we’re going to drop the bombshell that we’re expecting a baby and we eloped,” YN replies with a quiver in her tone, she loved Anne and Gemma, the last thing she had ever wanted to do was upset them or make them feel excluded.

YN also already knew that Gemma had the tendency to react strongly to news she didn’t like - blunt and unfiltered.

“If they’re angry about it, I’ll take the heat. I’ll always protect you, y’know? You and our bub,” Harry reminds her as he shifts the car into park and leans over the console to give her a firm kiss, “No more worrying, s’not good for our baby, yeah?”

Harry had thrived since the draft, since they moved, and since he found out he was going to be a dad - he was so family-oriented and ready to be the man they needed him to be.

“Harry-“ YN huffs unsettled, feeling a bit like he’s writing her emotions off.

He understands right away, mimicking her pout before murmuring, “Sweetheart, are you happy with the decision we made? Getting married at the courthouse, just you and I?”

YN’s brow furrows in confusion, “Of course, I am. Wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way than that.”

“Okay, we’ll then at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. We did what is right for us, if they aren’t supportive than that’s on them but I can’t imagine they won’t be. Maybe just a bit surprised,” Harry reasons, his thumb dragging along her bottom lip before he is kissing her once more like he can’t help it.

Anne starts to get suspicious almost instantly, call it a motherly instinct but YN seems a bit flighty and Harry is overcompensating by being way too friendly to Gemma.

When Anne suggests they take a swim in the lake before dinner, YN refuses nearly instantly, and says didn’t feel up to it after the travel.

Gemma catches it when Harry’s hand subconsciously gravitates towards YN’s stomach multiple times before he’s quickly moving it to her hip instead.

As Anne lays out the spread of food, hamburgers and hotdogs from the grill, YN is nearly melted into Harry’s side - trying to get as close as possible.

YN is barely pecking at her pasta salad that Anne made just because she loves it so much usually but obviously not right now.

“Is everything okay?” Anne finally ventures, putting her wine glass down and looking seriously between the two.

“Mum,” Harry cuts in, dropping his hamburger back onto his plate, “YN and I have something we would like to tell you.”

“Oh my goodness, did you propose?” Anne smiles widely, she knows that Harry had been discussing it since after their first date.

“Er, I did,” Harry rubs the back of his neck before taking a deep breathe and spitting it out, “I proposed about two months ago.”

YN feels her heart drop into her stomach already when Anne and Gemma’s face drops.

“We got married two weeks ago,” Harry continues, his voice wavering like it normally never done, his hand squeezing YN’s thigh in an attempt to reassure her.

“You…? I’m so confused, Harry,” Anne replies carefully, trying to keep her expression neutral to hide the shock.

“We’re pregnant,” Harry tells them, “We found out about two months ago, right after we came home from Miami. I proposed and we got married two weeks ago at the city courthouse.”

Anne’s eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, Gemma’s mouth is literally gaped open in blatant shock.

Anne is a good mother though, so she tapers down the hurt from not being included and nearly whispers to YN, “You’re pregnant?”

YN is tearful, nodding as water bubbles in her eyes.

“You’re too young,” Gemma mumbles with a furrowed brow, “What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”

She then tacks on, “S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”

Harry’s heart shatters for his wife when she bursts out in tears at the accusation.

It was untrue, hurtful, disgusting.

“Gemma, enough,” Anne orders with extreme firmness, disappointment lacing her tone because of whatever her daughter had the nerve to say, “You do not get to just sa-“

Harry’s rage is already at a ten, he’s pushing himself away from the table - unbothered when his drink toppled over and spills down Gemma’s shirt.

“The fuckin’ nerve you have,” Harry laughs in disbelief at his normally supportive sister, “How fuckin’ dare you speak to my wife like that.”

If YN wasn’t so distraught she would have basked in the usage of wife but right now she didn’t feel like she could catch a breath.

“We’re leaving,” He announces in a tight, rumbling voice as he helps YN by pulling her chair out and his full instinct right now is to protect his wife and his baby.

“Harry, we can work this out,” Anne interjects, upset and tearful herself, she didn’t want to watch her children come at each other like this, “You were planning on staying for three days.”

“And I’ll find us a hotel,” He argues before he’s giving his sister one more dirty look, he’s handing YN the car keys and murmurs, “Go to the car, I’ll be out in a mo’.”

YN nods, sheepishly giving everyone a wave before quickly leaving the room - they all are silent until the front door closes.

“Listen, I’ve let you talk to me like that for way too long,” Harry tells his sister seriously, “And it’s not going to happen anymore. I will not allow you to talk to my wife like that.”

Gemma scoffs, picking at her nails like she’s unbothered, “Wife? We get it Harry, you’re married. How much did she have to pressure you to propose? Was it before or after she “accidentally” got pregnant”

Harry could tell her how he got down on one knee as soon as she told him that she was pregnant - how much surprise had crossed YN’s face at it.

“Do you not realize it takes two to make a baby, Gemma?” Harry knows he’s raising his voice, “Explain to me how it’s solely her responsibility that she’s pregnant? Because last time I check, she’s pregnant because of me.”

“Enough!” Anne finally shouts, at her wits end with her two children as she slams her hand on the table to stop the argument.

“If you don’t get your fuckin’ head on right, you’re not going to be involved in my child’s life,” Harry tells her, it wasn’t an empty threat, “Because YN and my baby are my top priority now.”

With that, Harry’s turning on his heel, and storming out the front door - making sure it rattles on its hinges as he leaves.

Harry makes his way out to their rented SUV, opening the passenger side door, and pulling YN into the tightest hug he can muster, “I am so sorry, sweet girl.”

YN is sobbing into his chest, her whole body shaking as she tries to be speak, “I di-didn’t purposefully get preg-pregnant. I would never try to trap you.”

Harry knows that YN is trying to talk through it because being accused of that had never even crossed her mind.

“Listen to me,” Harry says seriously, tilting her chin up and meeting her watery eyes, “I never ever thought that. We both knew you weren’t being consistent with your pills that week. I knew there was a chance and if I would have been concerned, I would have wore a condom and I didn’t. You are not the only one responsible for this pregnancy.”

“I just want to go home,” YN replies quietly, glancing towards the floor with sadness and disappointment interwoven between her words.

“I’ll change the flight to tomorrow, we’ll stay in a hotel tonight, and the go home, okay?” Harry reassures her, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “I love you, more than anything. Please forgive me.”

YN’s eyes meet his once again, confused, “Forgive you? You did nothing wrong and your family was right to question me.”

“No, they were not bloody right to question you,” Harry argues softly, hands moving down to cradle her belly, “They had no business asking us about why you got pregnant. Let’s get you to a hotel, just want to run you a nice bath and hold you.”

“I love you,” YN sniffles, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Best husband ever, you know?”

“Now I’ve really got to get you there, you know every time you call me your husband - I get so fucking hard,” He smirks wolfishly, breaking the tension and making his wife giggle.

Harry finds a really nice hotel by the airport, it still is hard to remember that he, well they, have money to stay at places that aren’t just a single room, cheap stay but a top floor with a sitting room, kitchenette, balcony.

He’s easily recognizable and they were more than happy to find him a room despite their sign saying ‘no walk-ins.’

Harry waste no time in dropping their bags and finding the bathroom to begin fill the massive tub with water.

YN trails in, the steam and sweet smell of the vanilla body wash he splashed in to make bubbles, it makes her want to moan with relief from the aches in her body from traveling while pregnant.

“C’mon, show me,” Harry encourages raspily when she trails in but he’s already coming over to help remove her clothes.

He just admires her once she’s bare, looks her up and down, and just groans before his hands and mouth are on her, “Fuckin’ hell, darling. There’s nothing on this earth more beautiful than you all plump and full of my baby.”

“H,” YN whines in return when his lips find her sensitive nipples, they’d gotten so much more since her pregnancy, “Too much,” YN squeaks at one point when he nips with his teeth.

Harry pulls back with a mocking little pout, thumbing over the bud in apology, “S’too much? So sensitive now that you’re carrying my baby, huh?”

“Mm,” She replies noncommittally, her hand coming to push on his shoulder to get him lower and he looks up at her with a cheeky smile.

“What do you want? Can’t give it to you unless you tell me,” Harry teases like a brat, it’s obvious how painfully he’s hard in his tight briefs.

“Harry,” YN responds reproachfully, not in the mood for the teasing as she digs her nails in a bit in warning as she gives him a look.

“Okay, m’sorry,” He coos sweetly, understanding that she’s not in a playful mood as he squats down and murmurs, “Hi bubba, s’your daddy. Being good for your mama in there, hm?”

YN is smiling down at the interaction until her mind flashes back to earlier

“You’re too young.”

“What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”

“S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”

YN feels her stomach lurch before she’s taking a step back from her husband and turning to the toilet to empty her stomach.

“Whoa, sweetheart,” Harry replies in alarm, moving to hold her hair back and a hand coming to massage her shoulder blades, “Breathe, s’okay.”

YN has tears streaming down her cheeks when she flushes and closes the lid, her chest heaving a bit faster than usual.

“It-it’s not okay. I’m the reason your in a bad place with your family. I-I never want to come between you and them,” YN sniffles, allowing Harry to guide her into now full tub with her and make sure she’s sat carefully.

Harry scootches in behind her, letting her lay back against his chest, and his hands instantly come to rest on her belly.

“The look of your m-mum and sister’s face when we told them. They looked devastated, like I’ve just ruined your whole life,” She adds in, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to let herself panic too much.

“Please don’t cry, darling,” Harry begs softly, lips kissing across her shoulder blades, “Don’t listen to them. If they’re not happy for us, it doesn’t matter. We are happy. I want you, I want this baby. I want it more than anything. You don’t know how much I want this. I-I never thought I’d have it.”

Harry was at a frat party, a group of girls flacked around him and his friends but most of them only had eyes for the star of the show.

They were joking about blowjobs of all things, not Harry but the other guys, and all the girls were batting their lashes.

“I’d have no problem taking Harry upstairs and showing off my skills,” A pretty brunette smiles widely at him, her hand coming to squeeze at his bicep.

The group of boys was hooting and hollering at the offer, nudging him with their elbows, and pushing him into the girl who took that as an opportunity to begin kissing his neck.

Logically, Harry knows that he should want this. He knows that he should want to go upstairs and get his rocks off with a pretty girl but he didn’t, he didn’t have any desire to do that.

He was broken.

And when he gently shoves her off and says, “I’m good. Anyone else need another beer?”

Chase, the first base player, makes a offended noise and chuckles, “Are you gay or somethin’ Styles?”

The group laughs.

Everyone except Harry and Niall.

Niall interrupts by saying, “No everyone is a sleaze like you, Chase. Wasn’t your first kiss your cousin?” Before he’s wrapping his arm around Harrys neck and saying, “I could use another Budweiser.”

Harry doesn’t know why he feels like he wants to cry but he does, he manages to escape the party, and go up to his room.

If he can’t let some cute girl into his bed, how’s he every going to find someone to be with and have a family.

Harry wondered whether baseball was all he was ever going to have.

“Don’t you cry too,” YN giggles, bringing Harry back from his flashback, “We can’t both be crying.”

“We can,” Harry chuckles throatily, lips pressing against her neck, “I wished and wished for you and I found you. My soulmate, meant for me, meant to be my wife, and meant to have my babies.”

“You and the bub are the most important thing to me. Just because I’m twenty-one doesn’t mean that I don’t want this. I’ve never been happier, married to you, and I am so in love with our baby we haven’t even met yet.”

YN brings up his hand to kiss his palm then laying it back on her belly, “You’re going to be the best daddy on this earth. I just want your mom and sister to be involved in his life too even if they don’t want to talk to me.”

“If they don’t respect you, they won’t be involved. My mum is just confused but Gemma, I don’t know why she reacted like that. I expected more of her,” Harry murmurs matter-of-fact.

“Babies,” YN repeats from earlier.

“Hmm?” He replies, lost in thought.

“You said I’m meant to have your babies, plural.”

Harry laughs loudly, teeth biting playfully into her skin before his hands are moving up to twist at her nipples, “You’re funny. Don’t act like I won’t want to put more on you after this. Gonna make you a mama, hm? How many kids two, three? As many as you let me give you.”

YN let’s her head drop back against his shoulder when one hand moves down between her thighs, while the other still is pinching and massaging her nipples.

She lets out a satisfied moan when his fingers tuck between her folds and begin to rub at her puffy clit - her legs trying to spread as far as possible in the tub.

“Fuck,” YN whimpers happily, squirming a bit as he gives her relentless pressure in her bud with skill, “Don’t know how you’re so good at making me come.”

Cue his cock twitching at that.

“S’cause I was made to please your perfect body, your pretty nipples, this belly, your cunt makes my mouth-water,” Harry nearly growls with how low his tone gets as her legs start to quiver with the oncoming pleasure.

“H,” YN gasps when it barrels through her body, thighs trying to squeeze shut, trapping his hand but his other holds them open, “It-it’s good.”

When she finally comes down, Harry is cocky as he always is, “You look so gorgeous when your coming because of me. Fuckin’ hell.”

YN manages to reach her arm around, fingers wrapping around his length, and it only embarrassingly takes a few pumps for Harry to find his own end.

“Shut up,” He whines when she snickers at him, pinching her nipple once more meanly, “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you to bed.”

It’s pretty early in the morning when there’s a knock of the hotel room door, the two were already awake and cuddling in bed still - Harry had went down to where they serve breakfast to get her a glass of apple juice and had gotten bombarded with fans.

“Did you order room service?” YN asks curiously as the knock echos through their room.

“No, I hope it’s not some fan who thought it’d be a good idea to come up here,” Harry replies tersely, tugging back on his pair of shorts before swinging up the door.

It was Gemma and Anne.

Harry just gives them a look, biting the side of his mouth before very calmly saying, “If you’re here to stir up more drama, no thank you. You already gave my wife enough stress last night and I won’t tolerate anymore.”

Gemma’s a bit ready as she shakes her head, “I’m not. I came to apologize. I drank way too much last night and that’s not an excuse, I’m sorry.”

Harry begrudgingly let’s them in, “I’ll go get YN.”

He steps back into their bedroom, she’s still sipping on her apple juice in just a loose, lace nightie that accentuates the curve of her breasts.

“It’s my mum and Gemma,” Harry tells her softly, bending over to snatch up a shirt and leggings for her to pull on, “Gemma wants to apologize. It’s up to you whether you want to see her or not. I’m not pressuring you either way.”

“No, it’s okay,” YN replies a bit nervously, letting Harry help her change into appropriate clothes before she’s throwing her hair up in a bun and stepping into the living area.

Anne and Gemma both have gift bags in their hands, setting them on the table, and there’s a moment of awkward silence.

“I am so sorry for the way I acted,” Gemma blurts out with tears already forming in her eyes, “It was uncalled for and out of line.”

YN stands their quietly for a moment before nodding, “I accept your apology. However, I can inform you both that even though the baby was not planned, we are very much both excited to be parents.”

Anne steps forward and wraps YN in a hug, warm and soft, and murmuring, “I can’t believe I’m going to have a grandbaby.”

Gemma could clearly hear in YN’s tone that she was not fully forgiven, she tried again, “I-It had nothing to do with you, you know? It’s just that my brother just signed a multi-million dollar contract, just graduated college, and has his whole life ahead oh him. A baby…well that’s roadbump.”

YN grits her teeth, shifting into mama bear mode as she cradles her stomach protectively, “My baby is not a roadbump in our life. How dare you say that to us.”

Harry has rage boiling inside his stomach, watching his wife get riled up, and he tells Gemma, “You don’t control my life. I knew YN wasn’t taking her birth control consistently and I still decided to not use a condom. Happy you know the details now?”

YN is quiet but firm when she says, “I’d like some alone time now. Goodbye Anne,” before she’s turning on her heel back to their bedroom.

“Gemma,” Harry bites out in anger, “I think it’s best if we kept our distance for awhile. I can’t have you continuously upsetting my wife. If you’re not going to support us then you need to back the fuck off.”

“So you choose your wife over me?” Gemma scoffs in disbelief as Anne just lets her children figure it out themselves - her mouth in a tight line of disapproval and irritation.

“Yes. It’s my duty to protect her and our baby. It’s my job. Mum, I’m sorry but we need to catch up another day,” Harry gives her a kiss on the cheek before glaring at his sister, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

When Harry is making his way back to the bedroom, he’s disappointed himself, and he feels like he’s about to cry but he has to stay strong for YN.

She’s not crying like he had expected though, she had flipped on the television and shimmied out of her leggings to resume her comfortable position on the bed - a hand rubbing her belly.

Harry crawls back on the bed too, instantly pushing her shirt up under her breasts and smattering soft kisses all over her somewhat taut skin.

YN is alarmed when she feels teardrops on her stomach, moving to tilt Harry’s head up, and frowning when she sees his face.

“Oh honey,” She titters as she wipes his cheeks with her thumbs, “Don’t cry, my love.”

“I just wanted them to be happy for us. I mean my mum was but Gemma just fuckin’ ruined the announcement for us twice!” Harry huffs out loudly, knuckling at his eye, “Just was looking forward to having that special moment with my mum. She’s so fucking selfish.”

“H, we can deal with it another day. It’s not the time to try to solve the issue when we’re upset,” YN reminds him pulling him up until he’s carefully resting his weight on her, “Right now, it’s just us. And that’s all that matters.”

“It really fucking is all that matters.”

YN can’t stand to see Harry heartbroken, he lays down for a nap after their breakfast, and he’s seems low - in a stupor as he shuffles under the blankets.

She calls up Anne, just Anne, and asks her to come back over because she has a plan to make this all better (or try to mend the situation a bit).

YN orders lunch, sets it up nicely in the living room, and welcomes Anne in - she’s gonna wake him up but he must hear the commotion and comes sauntering out in his low-slung shorts.

“Wha’s going on?” Harry mumbles with a frown, he glances around and notices that Gemma isn’t accompanying them.

“Come eat,” YN pats the couch next to her.

After they’re finished filling their plates, YN starts by saying, “Anne, we have an announcement to make.”

Anne’s eyes go wide in faux surprise but she is smiling softly, putting down her fork and knife, and looking at both of them intently.

“H, do you want to tell her?” YN nudges him as he glances between the two of them in confusion, YN nods toward her stomach, and Harry catches on.

God, he loves his wife.

“Mum,” Harry shutters a bit, pushing his plate back, “YN and I are pregnant. The baby is due in January and we-we couldn’t be happier.”

Anne stands up, rounding the table and pulls Harry in to a hug, cradling his head, and stroking his hair, whispering, “I am so happy for you two, my sweet boy. I know you’re going to be the most amazing father.”

Harry is sniffling, seeming like a little boy in his mum’s arms as he asks, “You’re happy for us?”

Anne chuckles, pinching his cheek, “Don’t be silly. Of course, I am. You two are adults. You have a funds and ability to care for the baby. I couldn’t be more thrilled for both of you. But you, H, will always be my baby.”

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Beautiful Girl pt. 2 (18+)

Read part 1 here!

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: you and Abby go on a mall date and you run into your ex, Abby takes you back to her place and you guys have some fun;)

Cw: smut, use of daddy, strap-on sex, fingering, finger sucking

It had been almost a week since your hot and heated kiss with Abby on her couch, and things were going exceptionally well between the two of you. That night you ended up falling asleep cuddled on her couch, you expected the morning after to be slightly awkward. But it was everything but that, you woke up to the smell of your favorite breakfast which Abby cooked for you.

A smile was present on your face as you made your way to her kitchen, sitting at her Island and watching contently as she plated the food. She'd greet you with a cheeky good morning and you'd return her with the same.

Now, fast forward a few days later. You stood at her front door, knocking way too many times as you were eager to see her. Once she finally came to the door, she scolded you for knocking so much. You just shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

"I was actually about to head out, you wanna go to the mall with me?" She asked as she was grabbing her things.

"Um, yes! I'd love to, but what are you going for?" You asked as you followed her out to her car.

"Just wanted to get some new clothes, and I've been really craving those pretzels from Auntie Annes." She explained as she started the car.

"Ok, cool." You responded with a smile.

Abby would rest her hand on your thigh as she drove, a habit she picked up after your shared kiss. Not only was it comforting, but it also made the butterflies in your stomach travel further south. You did your best to keep your mind clean on the way there, but it was proving impossible as she played with the hem of your baby pink skirt.

Abby was no fool, she knew it drove you crazy. But maybe that's what drove her to continue her actions. The way your breath would hitch, and you'd stretch your neck from side to side. It always brought a playful smirk to her lips. One she'd never let you see though, at least not yet.

Eventually you got to the mall and Aby brought her hand back to her side, stepping out of the car and walling over to open your door for you. You thanked her with a smile then walked beside her into the mall. It happened to actually be insanely busy, worried you'd lose her in the sea of people you interlocked your fingers with Abbys. You smiled widely as she gave your hand a light squeeze, glancing over at you.

She was leading the way, already having a store in mind. But you stopped her, standing outside of the Yankee Candle. She stopped to stand next to you, confused as to why you wouldn't budge.

"Oh, Abby, please can we go in here?" You asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, fine." She agreed, how could she say no to you?

You smiled big as you walked in, admiring the color coded rows of candles on various shelves. You'd held your arm around hers now, taking her to where all the red and pink candles sat. She watched in amusement as you grabbed one, popping off the lid to take a strong whiff.

"Mm, Abs smell this one." You'd say as you shoved the candle in her face, making it bump into her nose lightly.

"Oh, ok" She chuckled a bit, smiling as she smelt it, "damn, that does smell good. You know what, that smells like your room." She quirked a brow at the familiarity.

"Well probably because I have like five of these at home." You joked.

"Wh- why did you need to smell it here then?" She asked confused.

"It's tradition, I am going to smel every candle in this store." You shrugged, and immediately she was shaking her head in disagreement.

"Ok, no, not all of them!" She argued, "that's gonna take way too long."

"I guess you're right, but here let's at least get through these." You gestured to the shelf of pink candles behind you.

You'd each pick one up, smell it, then hand it to each other to smell for yourselves. Everything was going great, and you'd noted some of your favorites as you went along the shelf. But then, you felt someone grabbing at your forearm, and it wasn't Abby.

"Hey Y/n!" She exclaimed, as if she was beyond happy to see you.

Your eyes widened and you let out a sharp exhale, because of fucking course it was your ex. Stacy. Not only was she a shitty girlfriend, but she totally ghosted you. You'd just assumed that was her way of breaking up with you.

"Uh, hi." You chuckled awkwardly, avoiding Abbys strong gaze.

"Gosh, it's been forever. You know I really missed you, I've been trying to call you too. Did you get a new number or something?" Se asked, feigning innocence as she lightly stroked your arm.

Nope, you'd just blocked her sorry ass on about every platform you could thing of. It was more out of rage than anything, but you certainly didn't regret it.

"Uh, sure lets just say that." You scratched behind your ear, one of your many nervous habits.

"Well, that's too bad. I thought maybe we could catch up, watch a movie like old times?" She bit at her bottom lip with a cheeky smile.

When you guys were together, anytime you'd sit down to watch a movie you never actually watched it. It'd take about twenty minutes or so before you were fucking each other's brains out. As you continued speaking with Stacy, the bitter feeling of jealousy just rose in Abby’s chest.

"Yeah, no" and finally you pulled your arm from her touch, leaning into Abby, "this is Abby, and if im being honest I'd much rather watch a movie with her than you."

Stacy scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, whatever. We both know I'm the best you ever had." Now she was just being cocky.

"Please, as if. I'd put you like fourth at best." You quickly humbled her and she walked away with her head ducked down in embarrassment.

You could feel Abby tense, and you felt bad. It's not like it was your fault you'd run into Stacy, but still. You turned to face her, bringing your hands to her sides. You'd rub them up and down before pulling her body against yours by her waist, resting your had on her shoulder. She sighed, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Still wanna get pretzels and shop?" Your voice was muffled by her neck.

"Mm, let's get pretzels but I don't really feel like shopping anymore." She let out a heavy breath.

"Mkay." You pulled away from her, placing a quick kiss to her lips before taking her hand in your own as she led you two to the Auntie Annes.

Once you got there she ordered for the both of you, you each just got a pretzel and a soda. You'd asked for cheese dip, and she just had hers plain. Something you found outrageous.

The two of you sat on one of the various couches in the mall, just close enough so that your thighs would touch. You ate in silence for a bit, until finally you spoke up.

"Sorry about Stacy earlier. I don't know what the hells gotten into her." You shook your head.

"Oh, that's fine. I'm just glad you didn't take her up on her offer." She let out a small laugh of relief.

"Come on, no way. Besides, like I said, I'd way much rather be spending my time with you." You turned to look at her now, a small smirk on your face.

She smiled back at you, her eyes wandering all over your face. And taking the occasional glance at how good your top made your tits stick out. After a minute you'd bring a hand to the side of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

She brought a hand to your waist, smiling as your lips locked with hers. You sighed into her, giving her full access to slip her tongue into your mouth. You'd proceed to swap spit until you were too embarrassed to continue, as you were in public. That and the fact that you worried if you didn't stop, things would go further than just making out.

You finished your food and sipped on your drinks as you walked back out to the car. Abby took you guys back to her place, where she'd ask you to help out with some chores around the house. You didn't mind, more than willing to lend her a helping hand. It was nothing too terrible either, mostly just sweeping or cleaning out clutter.

Hours went by and it was quite dark out now. You and Abby were just lounging on her bed, she had her back against the headboard and her legs spread. You laid with your back on her chest, a hand resting on her thigh as you sat between her legs. After a minute or so, she tapped your shoulder lightly.

"Hm?" You'd hum, not looking back at her.

"You wanna go out?" She asked.

"Like, to a bar?" You'd ask in return.

"Yeah, why not? We haven't gone out in a while." She shrugged.

It didn't seem the most appealing, as you were looking forward to just a cozy night in. But she was right, it'd been too long since you went out together. So you agreed and practically jumped with joy when she let you dress her. Once you'd had her in a rather sexy outfit, you couldn't help but focus on her bare face.

"Can I do your makeup?" You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at her.

"Eh, I don't know." She was hesitant as she preferred a more natural look.

"Pleade please pleaseeee, I'll do anything." You begged, and immediately a smirk formed on her face.

"Anything huh? Alright fine." She agreed, and you pushed her to lay back on her bed as you rummaged through her vanity.

It took you a while, but finally you found what you were looking for. A black eyeliner pencil, a tube of mascara, and a tinted chapstick which was the closest you'd get to lip gloss. You set the makeup products down on the bed beside Abby, then you pushed her legs together as she had a habit of manspreading.

You tried to ignore the fluttering in both your stomach, and your cunt, as you straddled her then leaned forward to grab the eyeliner. Abby, of course, had a stupid smirk painted on her face as she brought her hands to rest on your hips.

"You know, I think I like you on top." She'd whisper in a sultry voice.

"Shut the fuck up." You'd respond, letting out a low laugh as you practically layed on top of her so you could begin drawing on her eyeliner.

Her eyes bored into yours as you did your best to give her a straight wing, and you were rather pleased with your finished work. Leaning back, you set the eyeliner pen down and went to reach for the mascara. But Abby stopped you before you could, her hands finding a tight grip on your wrists. Your breath hitched as you struggled to get them free, steadying yourself so your hands were at either side of her head.

"What are you doing, hm? Thought you wanted to go out." You whispered against her face as your lips were nearly touching hers as you spoke.

"I don't know, I've got something else in mind now." She looked at you with suggestive eyes.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" You prompted, wiggling your hips a bit so that your clothed cunt grazed against hers perfectly.

"Mm, fuck." She groaned, and before you knew it she was on top.

Abby wouldn't waste any time, first she'd start by kissing you sloppily. Then traveling her lips to your jaw, and your neck to suck a few hickeys that'd definitely be visible tomorrow. You let out something between a huff and a moan as she kissed her way down to your waist, pulling your skirt down and tossing it to the floor. She'd tapped your legs, looking at you from where she knelt between your legs.

"Put your legs up for me baby." She smiled as you listened, raising and spreading your legs at once so she had a perfect view of your white panties.

She let out a low chuckle, pressing her fingers to the wet spot that had formed on them. She watched you intently as she ran her fingers up and down your clothed cunt, circling at your clit for just a moment before pulling away completely.

"Abbyyy~" You whined, bucking your hips up against nothing, searching for some kind of relief.

"Shh, I know baby, I know." She shushed you as she brought her hands to your thighs, spreading your legs unbelievably further as she placed feather light kisses to your inner thighs.

So close, yet so far from where you needed her the most.

"Mmnph- Abby, fuck. Please." You whined, and of course she'd play dumb.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" She asked, continued the kisses on your inner thighs.

"Ugh, just fucking-" You gasped slightly as she pressed her tongue flat against the wet spot on your panties, lapping at it "fuckk, need you inside me." You let out a small moan.

A devilish smile was present on her face as she finally pulled your panties off, starting with some kisses to your clit. You threw your head back, letting it sink further into the mattress as you let out moans and whimpers from the way she sucked at your sensitive bud. And you thought, finally, as she circled your hole unbelievably slow with her middle finger before plunging it in all the way.

You let out a breathy moan, the way her finger curled up against that sweet spot made you feel like you were going to black out. After about a minute or so of her moderately paced thrusts, you let out a whine.

"More." You demanded with a whimper.

"More what?" She'd ask in return, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Mm~ fingers! Please, daddy." And your eyes widened at the name, it was unexpected to say the least.

Immediately you worried Abby would find it weird, or that she wouldn't be into it. But much to your dismay, she let out a low groan as she pushed her ring finger into your hole.

"Fuck, say it again." She commanded, and of course you obliged.

You'd continue to make and whine, the word 'daddy' being the majority of your vocabulary now. A few more minutes went by and you felt that familiar pressure in yohr stomach.

"Ab- Mm, fuck, daddy. 'M gonna cum." You whined, your brows furrowing in pleasure.

"Go ahead baby, cum for Daddy." She let out a small moan as your juices coated her fingers.

She didn't stop though, driving you into overstimulation until you'd be begging her to stop. Once she did, she brought her fingers to your mouth. You opened up and welcomed them with your warm tongue, swirling it around them and moaning at the taste of yourself.

"That's my girl, clean your mess." She smiled at you as you sucked her fingers clean, "Yeah, good girl." She hummed.

And you swore you felt your clit throb at the pet name because Jesus fucking Christ.

"Abs~" You whined, for what you're not entirely sure.

She brought a finger to your lips, shushing you before giving you a small pat on your upper thigh.

"Be right back baby, stay right here." She walked over to her closet, dropping her pants them retrieving an item from the top shelf.

You could've foamed at the mouth when she walked back over with a goddamn eight inch bright pink strap tied on her waist. She brought her hands to rub at your hips softly, a smile plastered on her face.

"You're so fucking beautiful..." She whispered, "you already came all over my fingers, but I bet you'll like it even better when you cum on my cock, hm?" She rubbed her hands across your thighs and just skimmed them on your tummy a bit.

"Mm-hm, yes Daddy. Please, wanna cum all over your cock." You whined.

She nodded her head to the nightstand behind you, which is where the lube sat.

"You wanna help me out? Be a good girl and get my cock all nice and ready for you?" She asked, and you nodded feverishly.

Leaning back, you stretched your arm to grab the bottle, unintentionally arching your back. The sight had Abby illiciting a soft groan, her grip on your hips tightening at the sight of you. You popped the cap open, squirting(😉) a decent amount of lube onto your hand. Then you reached forward, wrapping it around the long strap and stroking it gently as you coated it. Once you were finished you closed the bottle and tossed it to the side on the bed, wiping your semi-sticky hand on the sheets.

Abby took her time, and it felt like forever. But she finally pushed into you, and God it felt amazing. The stretch was just enough, almost too much, but not quite there. It rested against that sweet sweet spot perfectly, and then as she began to thrust you felt like you'd die from how good it felt.

"D-daddy..." You whined, and she stilled for a moment.

Her hands came to either side of your face, as she peered down at you.

"Yes, baby?" She asked, smirking at how you pouted from the way she stopped her motions.

"Please, don't go easy." You let out a small moan.

Her smile only grew, and so did yours as her thrusts resumed. She started at an unbearably slow pace, but quickly went harder and faster. You brought a hand to grip her bicep, the other one laying lazily above your head. She kept a strong grip on your legs as she pounded into you so relentlessly. Then, she brought her hands to underneath your thighs so she could pess your knees to your chest. Somehow she'd managed to thrust into you even harder, even faster.

"Stacy ever fuck you this good, hm?" Abby asked with a smirk.

"N-no, only you can fuck me this good daddy mm~" You moaned.

Your moans only grew louder, occasional whimpers and whines slipping past your lips at how good Abby was fucking you. It didn't take much more for you to cum, and when you finally did it felt so perfect. You practically screamed as you came, and all Abby could do was smile and let out a small moan at how fucking sexy it all was.

Once she'd felt you'd finished riding out your high, she pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, and she chuckled softly.

"Come on, I want you on top. Wanna see you ride my cock." She rubbed at your sides, helping you up as you were already a bit exhausted after having came twice.

She let out a deep sigh, caressing your hips as she reached for the lube feeling a bit more was needed. You waited as she coated her beautifully long strap in it, resting as you straddled her thighs. You raised yourself up, and she slid into your sopping cunt once again.

Your thighs twitched as you leaned forward, almost laying completely on top of her as you slowly rocked your hips and grinded down onto her cock. Abby moved her hands to your hips, helping you move your hips in just the right way.

You'd grabbed her strong shoulders to stabilize yourself, letting loud sweet moans fall past your lips as you gripped them helplessly. Abby bit down on her bottom lip as the strap was hitting her clit just perfectly, but it was too soft. She didn't mind though, because with the way your tits were bouncing in her face she could probably finish right here. She wouldn't yet though.

"Fuck, baby, you drive me insane." Abby let out a small huff as her hands roamed all over your back.

You let out a small laugh, grinding unbelievably harder as you were chasing what would now be your third release. After a minute or so, you leaned back and placed your hands behind you on her legs to stabilize yourself. Abby moaned loudly as she held your waist.

"Oh, f-feels 's much better like that." She whined, the strap hitting her clit just right now.

She thrusted into you, moaning as she watched the way your tits bounced and your body jiggled. It didn't take much more for you to cum this time, and it hit you like a truck. You sighed exasperatedly as your body stilled with exhaustion. Abby groaned frustratedly, resuming her movements as you'd stopped. She came with a loud moan and a smile on her face.

You let yourself fall against her, your boobs resting against her own which were covered by her black sports bra. You were breathless, your arms wrapping around her. She brought her arms to rub your back soothingly.

"Did you cum?" Your voice was whiny and breathless, but you were worried more than anything that you hadn't returned the pleasure Abby had given you.

"Yeah, fuck." She'd respon, easing your worries.

"I need a second." You let out another sigh, Abby chuckled lightly, rubbing at your hips.

"'S ok, you can take a second." She placed a kiss to your cheeks, letting you lie there for as long as you'd need.

Once you were ready, Abby pulled out and lied you down on the bed before standing and removing her strap. She walked to the bathroom and brought back a wet washcloth to wipe you down with, caressing your cheek and placing a kiss to your forehead. You smiled up at her, bringing a hand to her shoulder.

She discarded the rag then helped you get into one of her t-shirts and a pair of boxers, while she stayed in her sports bra and threw on some boxers as well. She climbed into bed with you, spooning you from behind as she pulled you against her. You relaxed against her, smiling as she'd push a strand of hair behind your ear then place one last kiss on your cheek before resting her head so that her nose was in your hair. You'd both fall asleep shortly after.

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