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goldengalore · 1 year

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Never Alone

An anxious!reader fic.

Summary: Harry wants to meet Y/N’s family, but she is hesitant to introduce him to them and he can’t figure out why. When he discovers the reason, he’s hurt that she felt the need to hide it from him. This makes Harry question Y/N’s feelings for him, while she thinks he’s doubting her anxiety issues.

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: anxiety, toxic family, invalidation of mental health issues, angst, mentions of sex but no actual smut

A/N: Listened to Matilda and Renegade by Big Red Machine ft. Taylor Swift a ton while writing this. Also, to anyone reading this who has ever felt invalidated about their mental health issues, I see you and I hope you know you are never ever alone ❤️

***

Harry and Y/N hadn’t been dating for very long when he introduced her to his mother, Anne, and his older sister, Gemma.

He knew that meeting them in person for the first time would be stressful for Y/N because of her social anxiety as well as her obsession with making an excellent impression on every single person in his life. So, he cleverly began easing her into it by having her pop in briefly during his usual FaceTime calls with Anne and Gemma.

It worked because when he asked her to come home with him for Christmas, she didn’t even hesitate to say yes. That didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous about it though. Between her anxiety and his excitement, they were both a ball of jitters on the ten-hour flight from LA to London.

Harry’s family fell in love with Y/N. Once she conquered her initial timidness, she fit in perfectly with them. This didn’t come as a surprise to him at all, but Y/N was completely blown away by the love and warmth that his family showered her with. She was even brought to tears from it.

After a joyous holiday with his family, Harry found himself imagining what meeting Y/N’s family would be like. To him, that was the next logical step in their relationship, and he was eagerly anticipating it. So, when they’re a whole year into their relationship and she still hasn’t introduced him to her family or expressed any intention of doing so, he can’t help but wonder what might be holding her back.

She even had the opportunity to do so when she recently visited her family for a few days. She could have taken him with her. He even offered to tag along, but she refused, claiming that her mother had come down with some nasty stomach bug, so it wouldn’t be the best time.

He can’t lie. Her refusal hurt. Although he tries not to make a big deal out of it, it eats at him over the next couple weeks, so one day, he just decides to bring it up.

For most people, it’s a lazy Sunday—the perfect opportunity to sleep in and not get out of bed until noon. Not for Harry and Y/N though. No, the two creative souls got up bright and early to use this time to write and draw. Harry sits on one couch with his guitar in his lap and his songwriting notebook next to him along with his phone, which is recording everything he plays. On the other couch is Y/N, her sketchbook perched up against her bent legs, her pencil gripped between her skillful fingers as she works on a drawing.

Harry has been staring at her for some time now while mindlessly strumming his guitar. She’s too immersed in her task to sense his gaze on her.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, baby?” she responds without looking up from her sketchbook.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm?”

He pauses the recording on his phone before asking, “Why don’t you want me to meet your family?”

The question pulls her attention away from her drawing to his face. The hand holding her pencil is frozen on the paper.

“I told you,” she says softly. “It’s not that I don’t want you to meet them. I’m just... waiting for the right time.”

He cocks a brow. “The right time? Will there ever be a right time? We’ve been together for a year.” He really doesn’t want to sound pushy or demanding, but he also just wants her to know how he feels. “You and my mum are constantly sending each other cat videos. You and Gemma have inside jokes that I’m not even a part of. Meanwhile, I find myself wondering if your family even knows who I am.”

She gives him a small, slightly amused smirk. “H, they know who you are. Trust me.”

“You know what I mean,” he mumbles, looking down at his guitar. Sure, they may know him as “Harry Styles the singer” or “Harry Styles the actor,” but that’s not what matters to him. He just wants them to know him as Y/N’s boyfriend, that’s all.

“They know that we’re in a relationship,” she confirms.

He waits for her to elaborate, but she doesn’t. “Okay... And? How do they feel about that? Do they ask about me? Do they even want to meet me?”

She averts her gaze, her pencil moving across the page again. “They ask about you every time I see them.”

“Then what’s holding you back?” he inquires gently.

Her response is so delayed that he wonders if he’s even going to get one. “I’ll talk to them,” she says after a minute. “We’ll arrange a time for you and me to go see them together.”

His eyebrows lift up in surprise. “Really?”

She nods. “Yeah. If you really want to meet them, I’ll try to make it happen.”

He doesn’t know what to say at first. He didn’t expect her to concede so quickly. “Thank you, lovie,” he says once the words finally come to him.

She just gives him a brief smile and returns to her drawing, making a few more pencil strokes before asking, “Wanna see what I drew?”

“Always.”

She tries to bite back an excited grin as she turns her sketchbook around to show him. He shifts the guitar in his lap and leans forward to take a look. He instantly recognizes himself in the sketch. It’s him sitting as he is now, on the couch with his guitar. Every detail of his facial features is intricately depicted from the focused furrow of his brow to the shape of his nose to the stubble on his jaw.

He stares at it in awe. “That looks amazing.”

“Thanks!”

He tears his gaze away from the sketch and looks at her. “You were drawing me this whole time? I thought you were brainstorming ideas for your next piece.”

“I was, but you just looked so cute sitting there with your guitar. I mean, you were practically begging to be drawn.” She shoots him a flirtatious grin.

“Mhm. Right.” He shakes his head at her, smiling. “Can I keep it?”

“Of course.” She carefully rips the page out of her book and hands it over to him.

“Another one for the collection,” he states happily, referring to his growing collection of sketches that she’s drawn of him over the past year. In the beginning, she used to hide them from him. Then one day, he stumbled upon her sketchbook sitting on the dining table, opened up to a page containing a flawless illustration of his Vogue magazine cover, and he was astounded. Y/N’s whole face flushed red when she found him staring at it, but he was quick to reassure her that he liked it and asked if he could keep it.

“I don’t mind, you know. That you like drawing me,” he told her that day. “It’s a compliment, if anything, and it’s no different than me writing songs about you.”

Her face brightened at his revelation. “You write songs about me?”

“All the time.”

Ever since that conversation, she no longer hesitates to show him these drawings and he makes sure to keep each one in a safe place.

“I still can’t believe you’ve been saving them all,” she says now. “You really haven’t thrown a single one away?”

“I could never.”

***

A whole week passes by, and it’s like their conversation about arranging a time to meet Y/N’s family never even happened because she doesn’t bring it up again. Harry starts to wonder if she only said that to appease him for a while and stop him from asking. That annoys him. It would be one thing to tell him that she doesn’t want him to meet her family; it’s another to make false promises just to shut him up.

He wishes he could drop it. But he can’t. Especially now that he is almost certain that she’s hiding something from him.

She has a meeting today with the owner of an esteemed art gallery in LA, who offered her the opportunity to hold her first solo art exhibition. She has spent the last couple months preparing for the exhibition, which is less than two weeks away. Her best friend and business partner, Rosie, will be accompanying her to the meeting. Rosie shows up at Harry’s house around 10:30 that morning.

“Y/N’s upstairs, still getting ready,” he tells her after inviting her in. “Should be down soon though.”

“I’m surprised I’m ready before her for once. That’s quite the accomplishment for me.”

“Yeah, I, um—” He releases a sheepish laugh, touching his fingers to his lips. “I may have made her a bit late getting out of bed this morning.”

Rosie opens her mouth to say something, then closes it. He raises his brows at her expectantly, but she waves a dismissive hand and says, “Oh, I was just going to ask what you two were up to, but then I answered my own question.”

A coy grin tugs at the corners of his lips, as the memories of his sensual morning with Y/N play back in his mind.

He and Rosie take a seat in the living room. He offers her something to eat or drink while they wait, but she politely declines. That’s when the thought occurs to him. If there is anyone who knows Y/N better than him, it would be her best friend, who has known her for the majority of her adult life. Surely, if Y/N is hiding something from him, Rosie could be the key to helping him figure out what and why.

“Hey, this might be a random question, but have you ever met Y/N’s family?” he asks.

“Yeah, a few times.”

“What are they like?”

Her hazel eyes narrow slightly. “Why do you ask?”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Don’t you think it’s a bit strange that Y/N and I have been together for a year and she still hasn’t introduced me to her family?”

Rosie hesitates. She glances over her shoulder at the stairs before answering quietly, “Look, let’s just say... Her family isn’t very supportive of her.”

His heart sinks. “Shit. Really?”

She nods. “They’re like the type of people who think mental health problems aren’t real problems or that tough love can fix everything, including anxiety.”

He winces.

“Yeah…”

“Well, that explains a lot,” he says, referring not only to Y/N’s reluctance to introduce him to her family but also her emotional reaction to his family accepting her with open arms. “Why didn’t she just tell me that? I would’ve understood.”

“You know how Y/N is. She keeps a lot to herself, and she doesn’t even do it on purpose most of the time.”

“I know, but...” He shrugs. “I just thought we’d reached that stage in our relationship where we could tell each other anything. At least that’s how I feel when I’m with her.”

She had so many chances to tell him the truth about her family. Even if she didn’t want to get into the nitty-gritty details of it, all she had to do was tell him that they’re not nice people for him to drop the topic altogether. He feels guilty now for bringing up her family so much, but she never gave him any indication that they were bad people. Even when she went to visit them recently, it didn’t seem like she was dreading it. So, how was Harry supposed to know? How can he possibly know anything about her if she refuses to open up to him?

They hear her footsteps rapidly descending the stairs now.

“I’m ready!” she shouts.

Her outfit for the meeting is sleek and professional—a teal blouse loosely tucked into a pair of slim, high-waisted black trousers. Harry helped her pick it out this morning when she was struggling to decide between a few different options.

“How late are we?” she asks breathlessly at the bottom of the stairs.

Rosie checks her phone. “Not that late. We can still get there with five minutes to spare.”

As Rosie heads to the door, Y/N walks over to Harry to kiss him goodbye.

“Bye, baby. I’ll see you later,” she says.

He squeezes her hand. “Best of luck with the meeting. Remember to breathe.”

“I’ll try!”

And then she’s off.

***

Sometimes, Y/N can’t tell if someone is actually behaving differently around her or if her anxiety is causing her to see things that aren’t there. There have been instances where she thought someone was acting off around her and became convinced that they were upset with her only to find out that they were just having a bad day and it had nothing to do with her at all.

She wonders if this might be the case with Harry. He has been acting strange the past few days. The shift in behaviour is subtle. A kiss that ends a moment too soon, a smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes, a laugh that feels just a little bit forced. Most people wouldn’t take notice. But the thing about anxiety is that it forces you to notice everything. It’s as if the brain is in a constant state of hypervigilance, scanning its environment for the slightest sign of a threat.

Harry has been at the studio all day. She saw him briefly around seven o’clock this morning when her eyes fluttered open to find him all showered and dressed for the day, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

“Heading to the studio. Love you,” he told her, planting a hasty kiss to her forehead before leaving.

She couldn’t fall back asleep after that, so she decided to start her day too and put some finishing touches on the drawings for her upcoming exhibit. However, her overthinking mind made it impossible to focus. She ultimately decided to take her drawings over to her apartment and work there instead.

Over the past six months, she has practically lived at Harry’s house with how much time she spends there. But her apartment has always been there in case she needs some time alone or, like today, she just needs a change of scenery to sharpen her focus.

It didn’t occur to her at any point to text Harry and let him know where he can find her after he finishes up at the studio. Or perhaps, her subconscious made her withhold that information on purpose to see if he would even notice or care for her absence.

Late that evening, she receives a call from him.

“Hey, where’d you go?” he asks when she picks up.

“Oh, I’m at my apartment. Couldn’t focus today, so I thought I’d try working here instead.”

“Hm. Wish you’d told me. I would’ve headed straight there from the studio.”

“Sorry,” she mumbles in response.

“It’s all right. Be there in a few.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

A nervousness seeps through her after their call. A kind of nervousness she hasn’t felt since the very early days of their relationship when she wasn’t quite comfortable around him yet. She doesn’t like this feeling and tries to distract herself by cleaning up the kitchen where she just finished having dinner not too long ago.

Harry has a spare key to her apartment, just like she has one to his house, so when she hears it turn in the lock, she knows it’s him. Her heart is in her throat.

She’s washing her hands in the kitchen sink when the door opens.

“Hi, my love,” he greets her. He’s wearing her merch today. Well, technically, it’s his merch that she helped design. Their merch, as he would call it.

“Hey,” she replies. As she wipes her hands on the towel by the sink, he walks up behind her and slides his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair. She turns around to face him. “How was your day?” For some reason, the question comes out sounding awkward, at least in her head, but Harry seems unfazed.

“Productive. We wrote so much today. Song after song. I couldn’t believe it. Tyler suggested we pull an all-nighter, but everyone was tired, so we decided to go home…” A dimpled smile emerges on his face as he adds, “And I wanted to see you, so…”

He plants a sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. She should feel the stress dissipating from her body. She should feel a sense of calm washing over her like cool ocean waves on a hot summer day. But none of that happens.

His hand sneaks under her shirt, squeezing her bare waist before wandering upward to her breast.

“Sorry,” she says, pulling away suddenly. “I, um, I’m not in the mood tonight.”

He blinks a few times, thrown for a moment. “Oh. Okay. No worries.” He takes a step back and scratches the back of his neck, eyes searching her face. “Everything okay?”

She doesn’t meet his gaze. “Yeah, I think I’m just starting my period soon, so you know…”

“Ah. Well, maybe we can just cuddle then. If you’re in the mood for that.”

“Mhm.”

They lay on her plush black couch together, her head on his shoulder, his fingers running through the lengths of her hair. He’s humming some unknown melody—probably a new song he’s been working on. She feels her heartbeat slowing down, finally.

Then he says, “Hey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

Her heart picks up again. This is it. This is what she’s been dreading. She has no idea what he’s about to say, but of course, her mind jumps to the worst case scenario.

“Yeah?” she says, trying to keep her voice level.

“It’s about something Rosie told me.”

She frowns. “Something Rosie told you? What would that be?”

“She told me about your family, how they… they’re not supportive of you and your struggles.”

Her frown deepens. “She told you that?” She sits up now. “Why would she do that? She has no right to be sharing that kind of information about me.”

He sits up too, confusion taking hold of his features. “It’s not like she shared it with some stranger, lovie. I’m your boyfriend. Why is it so bad that she told me?”

“Because I didn’t want…” She trails off.

“You didn’t want me to know?”

She wordlessly looks down in her lap.

“Why?” he asks, the hurt apparent in his voice.

Forcing herself to look at him, she answers, “I didn’t want to disappoint you. You seemed so excited to meet them, and you bring them up all the time—”

“Yeah, that was when I knew nothing about them. If I’d known how they’d treated you, why the fuck would I want to meet them?” He runs a hand through his hair, clutching the ends briefly before letting go. “And I brought them up all the time because you were always so bloody vague about the topic. What was I— What was I meant to think? I’m not a mind-reader, Y/N.”

“I know. I know you’re not a mind-reader.” She tries to reach out to him, but he doesn’t seem to notice her outstretched hand as he turns away, so she lets it fall on the couch.

“Well, sometimes I feel like you expect me to be one because you never tell me how you really feel or what you’re really thinking, and I’m left to figure it out on my own.”

“Okay, that’s not true.” She shakes her head, growing a bit defensive now. “I know I used to be like that in the beginning, but you can’t tell me I haven’t gotten better since then because I have. You’re just angry right now and I—I can understa—”

“I’m not angry,” he insists, though he sounds pretty close to it, and it’s making her panic because although she has seen him get angry before, it’s never been at her.

His eyes fall shut for a moment. He seems to compose himself before continuing calmly, “I’m just frustrated because I feel like I’ve told you everything about me, I’ve bared my entire fucking soul to you, and I know it’s not as easy for you to do the same, but it’s not like it’s a walk in the park for me either. You say that it’s your anxiety that keeps you from opening up to me, but at this point, I can’t help but wonder if you just don’t feel as strongly about me as I feel about you.”

She flinches at the last part, a sense of betrayal settling like rocks in her stomach. “Y—you think I use my anxiety as an excuse?”

“That is not what I said.”

“That’s what you implied.”

“No,” he stresses, clenching his jaw. “You’re purposely misunderstanding me.”

“Why are you here, Harry?”

Puzzled green eyes stare back at her. “What?”

“This has clearly been on your mind for some time now. If you really think that I don’t feel strongly about you, that my anxiety is just some cover-up, then why are you still wasting your time with me?” Her heart thuds wildly in her chest as she spouts, “Is it just for the sex? Is that it? I mean, that’s why you came here tonight, right? Just for a quick fuck. And when you couldn’t have that, you decided to pick a fight with me.”

It was mean. Quite possibly—no, definitely—the meanest thing she has ever said to or about him. And it was undeserved. And she regrets the words as soon as they leave her mouth.

The expression on his face switches from disbelief to disgust to pure pain in a matter of seconds.

“Yeah,” he says, swallowing thickly. “You’re right. That’s what I’m here for, Y/N. Just a quick fuck. Because I’m some lowlife prick that would use you for sex and get mad when I can’t have it. You figured it out. Amazing job.” He claps his hands and stands up, taking long strides to the door.

“Wh—where are you going?” she stammers.

He ignores her and shoves his socked feet into his Vans. On shaky legs, she hurries over to him.

“H, where are you going?”

As his left hand reaches for the doorknob, she grabs his other one.

“No, wait, don’t go.”

“No, you’ve made it clear to me the kind of person you think I am. Thanks for your honesty, Y/N.” He speaks without looking at her. She can only see his side profile, but it’s enough to catch the tears forming in his eyes.

He tries to pull his hand away, but she squeezes it tighter, pleading with him, “I didn’t mean it. Please don’t go. Baby, please—”

“I’m tired, Y/N,” he sighs out, sounding utterly exhausted. “I just want to go home.”

He manages to yank his hand free from her grasp and leaves the apartment, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Y/N stands there, staring at it for the longest time, before making her way back to the couch in a daze.

She doesn’t know why she said it. He was just trying to explain his inner thoughts and feelings, not attacking her, but her brain latched onto that one comment about her anxiety and blew it way out of proportion. It struck a nerve somewhere inside her, reopening old wounds created by people in her past who invalidated her struggles.

But Harry is nothing like those people. No, he is a far cry from them. No one has shown her the level of kindness and understanding that he has, and she fears that no one else ever will, which makes the thought of losing him catastrophically more painful.

She lies down on her side on the couch, curling her legs into herself as the first sob of many escapes her body.

***

The big day has arrived.

Y/N’s very first solo art exhibition that she’s been working her ass off on for the past few months takes place tonight. The gallery that offered to display her work made an agreement with her to donate a portion of the profits to a local mental health charity—something that Y/N has always wanted to do. She’s always dreamed of using her art to give back to causes that matter to her, and she is finally at the stage where she can do that.

Her art career has taken off this past year. She was doing well before, but this year has catapulted her career to heights she couldn’t have imagined. She knows Harry has a lot to do with it, since the limited edition merch she designed for him attracted millions of new eyes to her work, not to mention the fact that she started dating him afterwards, which further piqued people’s curiosity about her as a person and an artist. But Harry, being the humble man he is, argues that it’s her talent that keeps bringing people back to her work, not him.

Whether he admits it or not, Harry has changed her life in more ways than one. Even if he never speaks to her again, she will be thanking him for the rest of her life.

Over the past week, she has typed a hundred different apologies to him, deleting each one without sending it, convincing herself that it’s not good enough, that he doesn’t want to hear from her, that he probably hates her guts.

She has missed him all week, but tonight, that feeling cements itself deep inside her chest, mixing perilously with the fear of having to talk about her art with strangers. It would’ve helped to have Rosie here at least, but her fiancé’s mother was in the hospital after a medical emergency and she needed to be there for them.

Y/N feels incredibly alone.

The people working at the gallery have been lovely. She hardly had to do anything at all because they took care of the entire setup. Now, they’re preparing the refreshments table, and just the mere sight of all that food is making her nauseous.

As hard as she tries to keep her shit together, she crumbles and bolts towards the exit. One of the gallery workers tries to inform her that the exhibit is about to start, but she barely hears him through her heart pounding in her ears. Once outside, she starts walking down the sidewalk in a random direction and finds an opening between two buildings where she can take a moment to herself, away from other people.

The fresh air entering her lungs is somewhat soothing, so she tries to focus on that, leaning a hand against one of the buildings.

“Y/N?” says a deep, familiar voice from behind her.

It can’t be, she thinks to herself, but when she turns around, there he is. Standing on the sidewalk. Dressed in dark, indiscriminate clothing and a hat, which casts a shadow over most of his handsome features. He’s wearing his Gucci square-framed glasses that make him look like a college student.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

He steps towards her, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I was sat in the cafe across the street, waiting for your exhibit to start. Saw you run out. Are you okay?”

Instead of answering his question, she asks in a weak voice, “You came to see my exhibit?”

“Of course I did,” he says, as if the concept of him missing it is unfathomable. He places his hands on his hips and adds with a faint smirk, “You think I, your number one fan, would miss out on your first solo exhibit? C’mon.”

Tears flood Y/N’s eyes, blurring her vision.

Harry’s face falls. “Oh no. Don’t cry, lovie.”

The tears streak down her cheeks now, ruining the makeup she spent so long on applying tonight. “I thought you hated me.”

He reaches towards her and delicately places his hands on her arms. “I could never hate you.”

“But you should! You should hate me because you’ve been nothing but patient and understanding with me and I treated you like shit in return and I hate myself for it and I’m so sorry—”

“It’s okay—”

“No, it’s not!”

“Shh, come here.” He pulls her into his arms, cradling her head against his chest, holding her there until she calms down. Then he draws back and lifts her chin to make her look at him. “Listen to me. I did not come here to make you cry and ruin your big night, okay? I came here to support you. Now you’re going to put on that beautiful smile of yours and you’re going to go back in there and you’re going to put on this wonderful exhibit—”

“I don’t think I can.” She shakes her head.

“Yes, you can. You’ve worked so hard for this, my love. You deserve this. Don’t let your fear tell you otherwise.”

She sniffles, thinking for a moment. “You’re going to be there?”

“Yes. The whole time,” he reassures her. “I promise to be discreet though. I’m not about to steal the spotlight from you.”

“I wouldn’t mind even if you did, to be honest.”

“See, that’s the fear talking.” He pokes her softly in the chest. “This is your night and your night only.”

A part of her wishes he would just pull her back into his arms and let her stay there forever, safe and warm and comfortable. But he’s right. She has worked too hard and come too far to allow fear to stifle her now.

“Okay,” she says finally. “Okay, I’m going to go back in.”

He smiles widely. “That’s my girl.” He kisses her and sends her off with a few more encouraging words.

For the first fifteen minutes of the exhibit, as the first batch of visitors trickle into the gallery, the voice in Y/N’s head is screaming at her to run out the nearest exit and not look back. It takes everything in her to keep her feet planted where she is and withstand the racing heart and the churning stomach and the sweaty palms.

It isn’t until people start coming up to her to ask questions about her art that she begins to feel any semblance of calm, which is surprising, considering that this is the part she was most afraid of. Once she gets into artist mode, articulating her artistic ideas and techniques in front of these strangers comes naturally.

She spots Harry every now and then, wandering around the gallery with everyone else, blending in remarkably well in his dark clothes and hat and glasses. At one point, while she’s talking to someone, she sees Harry in the distance, holding up his phone with the camera aimed at her. He winks when he catches her eye.

By the last half hour of the exhibit, Y/N’s throat is dry and hoarse from talking so much. She can’t believe how many people were interested in discussing her work with her.

While she’s taking a break to have some water, she hears someone shout, “There she is!”

She turns to find Jeff and Glenne walking towards her, smiling and waving like proud parents.

“So sorry we’re late,” says Glenne. “Traffic was a nightmare.”

Y/N shakes her head. “No, it’s totally fine. I didn’t even know you were coming.”

“Are you kidding?” says Jeff. “We’ve been looking forward to this.”

Y/N told them about the exhibit when she and Harry invited them over for dinner last month. She didn’t expect them to remember. The fact that they did means everything.

“We were going to buy something, but it looks like everything’s sold out, huh?” says Jeff, looking around.

“Oh, we’re so coming early for the next one,” says Glenne.

Y/N smiles at the determination in her voice. “Thank you for coming. You guys have no idea how much it means to me.”

Her heart is so full. Whereas the night started with her feeling petrified and alone, she now feels more loved and supported than ever. To say that the exhibit was a success is an understatement, and having Harry, Jeff, and Glenne all there for her was the cherry on top because success tastes so much sweeter when you have people to share it with.

***

Harry is bursting with pride. Watching Y/N put on this exhibit tonight has been quite a treat. She has blossomed from someone who used to not think very highly of her artistic capabilities into a self-assured artist right before his eyes, and he has loved being able to witness her growth.

Now they’re at his house, having Thai food, and Y/N, who hasn’t eaten all day due to nerves, is devouring everything so quickly that he worries he might not have ordered enough food for them. Luckily, that doesn’t end up being the case.

Afterwards, as they’re placing their dishes in the sink, Y/N tells him, “I saw you sneaking pictures of me at the exhibit. Like a little fanboy.”

He laughs. “I hope you don’t mind. You just looked so in your element.”

She bites her lip. “Can I see them?”

“Sure.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and opens up his camera roll. He places it on the counter so they can both look together.

Each photo shows Y/N talking to people who came to see her work, her hands poised in the air as she describes her creative process or her inspiration behind a specific piece.

“You look so confident,” he comments. “And happy.” He looks up at her from his phone and nudges her softly with his arm. “I’m proud of you.”

For a second, it seems like she’s about to break down into tears again but then contains herself.

“I really don’t deserve you,” she says.

He gives her a gentle look, knowing that she’s referring to the hurtful words she fired at him that night in her apartment. The words that burrowed deep under his skin for a few days until he gained some clarity and realized that she’d only said them because she felt attacked, that she didn’t actually believe them. Of course, that didn’t make it okay, but it did soften him towards her a little. And knowing Y/N, he could safely assume that she was far angrier at herself than he was at her.

“Y/N, I know you didn’t mean what you said. I mean, it still fucking hurt, but I know they were just words said in the heat of the moment… Right?”

“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. “And I’m so sorry, not just about what I said that night, but also what I didn’t say about my family, for hiding that from you.”

“No, I never should’ve pushed you to tell me in the first place.”

“But you never pushed me, Harry.” She turns her body towards him fully, leaning against the counter. “You just asked because you were curious about that part of my life, the same way I was curious about your family before I met them. It’s just that my family is… They’re nothing like yours. It’s not like they’re terrible people. They’re just not warm or affectionate, and they see any display of emotion as a sign of weakness.”

He quirks a brow. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, lovie, but they sound like robots.”

“You’re not far off,” she replies with a shrug. “They have this toughness, this stoic resolve that I used to envy when I was younger, until I realized that I didn’t want to be like that at all. As a child though, when your whole family is like that and you’re the anxious one who can’t get your emotions under control, it’s hard to feel normal. My parents didn’t know how to handle my anxiety, so they tried to mold me into them, and when that didn’t work, they just started denying my feelings altogether. Every time I would try to talk about my feelings, they would shut me down, tell me to suck it up and toughen up and stop being so goddamn sensitive.”

Hearing that makes Harry’s chest ache. Y/N is a sensitive person, sure, but he never viewed that as a shortcoming. In fact, it’s one of the many things that drew him to her because he is the same way. His sensitivity has allowed him to be more empathetic in his relationships and more vulnerable in his music—qualities that he also noticed in Y/N.

“I got tired of trying to explain it to them,” she continues, “so I left and tried to make something out of my art career. And God, my parents hated that. They were never the creative types; they thought anything related to art was a waste of time. They kept telling me I was wasting my potential to be something bigger, something better than an artist. And at one point, I started believing them, but then I met people like Rosie, who weren’t emotionless robots and who actually appreciated art for what it is.

“And I made a life for myself out here, pouring my heart and soul into my art, and I’ve tried so hard to keep this new, amazing part of my life separate from that part because I don’t want them to ruin this for me.”

“That’s why you didn’t want me to meet them?” he asks gently.

“Well, that and the fact that they’re convinced that you’re just some hotshot superstar stringing me along while sleeping with ten other girls at the same time because they don’t see how someone like you could ever fall in love with someone like me. And they make sure to remind me of that every time I go see them, which is just so fun,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Harry doesn’t really care that her parents see him as some pompous asshole obsessed with sex. What does bother him, however, is that they try to make Y/N feel like she somehow doesn’t meet his standards, that she isn’t good enough for him because that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“How come you still visit them?” he asks. “Not judging, just curious.” If it were up to him, he would never let them see her again.

She sighs. “I don’t know. I guess I always felt obligated to? I felt like they did care about me, even if they sucked at showing it. But the older I get and especially this past year, I feel less obligated to put up with their shit. I’ll probably keep visiting for now, just not as often anymore.”

“You don’t have to deal with them alone, you know.” He takes her hand in his. “I’m more than willing to go along for moral support.”

“That’s really sweet, but… It’s hard enough hearing them say disrespectful things about you when you’re not there. If you were there, I think I might start throwing hands.”

He chuckles. The idea of his dear sweet Y/N, who couldn’t hurt a fly, threatening to fight her family for disrespecting him makes him melt inside.

“Okay, well, I understand if you’d prefer to go on your own,” he says. “My offer still stands though, if you change your mind.”

She smiles. “Thank you. I appreciate that. And I promise to be more open and honest with you moving forward. I really am trying.”

“I know you are.” He looks down at their hands, rubbing his thumb over the back of hers. “Can’t be easy when you were told to bury your feelings down all through your childhood.”

“Yeah…”

When he looks up from their hands, he finds a peculiar look on her face, her eyes tender and almost hypnotic as they stare back at him.

He frowns slightly. “What?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing. Just feeling extra lucky tonight.”

“Oh.” He smiles, nearly blushing under her intense gaze. “Sooo, when’s the next exhibit? Because I have some suggestions.”

Her brows lift up curiously. “Suggestions?”

“Yeah, mostly for the refreshments table. I feel it was a bit lacking.”

She gasps. “Not the refreshments table! I worked so hard on that!”

“Hm, well, clearly not hard enough.”

She pouts. He chuckles and pinches her bottom lip before leaning in for a kiss, stopping just by her lips.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

“Love you more.” She completes the kiss.

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soberscientistlife · 13 days

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These stories are so heartbreaking. I know so many women that had to make the choice to abort. I will fight and always vote blue to try and protect a woman's right to choose.

I was 30 years old. I was married. We were happy. We were established. Our 401k runneth over. We decided to start a family. I got pregnant right away. Like right away. We were over the moon. I kept a journal of every day of the magic. I got a bump. I felt our baby kick. I embraced it fully. I rejected tests because "it won't change our path" Emily sent out baby shower invitations. The nursery was under way. And then. I'm almost halfway there! I'm 18 and a half weeks pregnant. The doctor called. It was 7pm. I was out at dinner with my friend Deb. I stepped outside. The day before on a whim I agreed to a blood test. "There's probably nothing to worry about but we need you to come in. There's a 1 in 36 chance something is wrong" I called Liza sobbing. My sister told me to lay out 36 straws and see that there's still such a good chance that everything is fine. I didn't sleep. We drove up to Forsyth because that was the first available amniocentesis. The needle was long. The room was dark. The news was really bad. I changed in that moment forever. It's a girl! We had named her Audrey. Audrey Roesel -- the girl who will make me a mom. She was missing her nasal bone. Her kidneys were tiny. Her heart was missing a chamber. She had an extra chromosome. Part of her brain wasn't formed. Her head was growing at a rate 4x faster than her limbs. I want to be a mom. This is my girl. This situation could really hurt my body. She will be in immeasurable pain. I didn't understand "incompatible with life" I cried. I cried some more. I was already a mom. Moms keep their children from pain. Time is ticking. I'm 19.5 weeks now. We are in Georgia. There's a time limit, you know. It's Labor Day now. Doctors go on vacation. Somehow the world around us keeps on. Not for me. In the interest of time… They sent me to an abortion clinic. Me. At an abortion clinic. After 20 weeks, it's illegal, you know. It's the night before. I ran a bath. I said goodbye to my daughter in that tub. Just the two of us before the world turned upside down. Did you know… You have to go 2 days in a row? 1 to dilate 1 for a D&E It was brutal emotionally. It hurt physically. I begged to be put under. A kind doctor took my hand. His hands were large and warm. He told me I would be a mom one day. He was an angel. I woke up in a group recovery room. In a recliner. Next to a young girl. Maybe 13. She was also recovering. I took her hand. My milk came in. Nobody told me. It hurt in my body and my soul. I grieved. Hard. For months and months. I held onto a teddy bear the size of a newborn. I ached everywhere inside and out. It was a fluke they said. Fast forward four months. Pregnant again. Scared. Excited. First ultrasound. Baby’s gone. Go to the hospital for D&C. This is also considered abortion. They tested the tissue. it was a boy! Chromosomes were normal. Isn’t that good news? Grief ensued. So did genetic testing B and me. I’m not ashamed. I never was. I’m what abortion looks like. So is the 13 year old girl in that recovery room. In Texas we’d be criminals. [And Oklahoma as of 4/14/22] […and in most of the US as of 6/24/22] Access to safe abortion is a woman’s right. And abortion is a decision to be made between a woman, her doctor, her family, and her god. …Not a majority white male cohort of politicians with a false sense of morality. And your judgement? It matters not.

This is why I am pro-choice

#vote blue #vote democrat #vote biden #women's rights #abortion rights

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shady-lemur · 10 months

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ooooh dom!abby x reader with a demanding work life (maybe a trade of some sort) who wants to come home and be taken care of instead of taking care of everyone else (smut obvi but maybe some angst/drama perhaps 🫣)

oh my god can we get married pls. i love u. i hope you like this, i kinda rushed it at the end and smut isn’t my strong suit but i had to do this prompt!

content warning : smut, a little bit of angst, fighting, two cuties!!

minors do not interact!!

you were fucking exhausted. working on cars for 8 hours straight with no lunch because your coworker can’t do his job made you ready to cuddle up with your wife and put in a movie!! you were finally home! ready to relax and let off some steam.

you unlock the door to your apartment and sigh at the cool air-conditioned air. “abs? you home?”

you hear an answer and smile, walking into your shared room to find her studying for her upcoming exam. what a hard working medical student!! “hi angel. how was work?” she smiles and pushes her chair out enough for you to give her a kiss.

“fucking terrible. i just need a shower and eat, maybe we can cook that steak together tonight.”

abby looks back down at her notebook and gives you an apologetic smile. “sorry baby.. i really have to get this done, i ran out of time earlier to-”

you scoff slightly and dropped your bag on your bed before cutting her sentence off. “abby. i thought you were gonna get that done this morning so we could have a night together.”

she sighs and puts her pen down. “every night is a night together.. ”

“are you fucking kidding? abby i’ve been looking forward to tonight all week. it’s literally the only thing that was keeping me sane.” you’re starting to tear up. all the stress and frustration from work bubbling over. when abby notices she gets up and goes to comfort you but you push her away.

“whatever abigail. i don’t even care. i don’t know why i’m fucking crying. i’ll just get some takeout of some shit.”

abby furrows her eyebrows and laughs. “abigail? it’s that serious to you? you’re not the only one who hasn’t caught a fucking break. working and going to school full time is hard!! not that you’d know.” you’re scowl falls at you sit in shock for a second before grabbing your bag again and storming out of the room. “i’m going to my sister’s house. maybe you should think about who pays your fucking rent to make your life 5x easier before calling me.”

abby tries to say something else but you’re out of the apartment before she can get anything out.

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the next couple days were tense. you had come back from your sister’s house but you barely talked to your fiancé. just making small talk and giving each other pecks on the cheek before leaving for work or getting home from class. abby was afraid to say anything because sometimes she talks before she thinks. you didn’t say anything because you were embarrassed that you let so much emotion from your job pour into your relationship.

tonight you worked an hour of overtime and you were sore and tired and stressed out. all you needed was some tlc!! but of course this is the week that you and abby were silently fighting….

you unlock the door and drop your bag and take off your shoes before making a b-line for the shower. but something stops you. the sight of a set table with two plates. steak, potatoes, and some greens. with a bottle of wine and fresh flowers in the middle of the table. you feel the tears already coming… jesus christ. then you hear a quiet “shit!” from the kitchen.

“abby?” you ask before seeing abby in a cute apron holding her finger while looking down at a pie tin. you laugh slightly and walk over to her. “what happened?”

she frowns, “i burnt my finger.. i also think i made the filling wrong. i tried to follow your recipe but..”

you smile at her and pull her in for a kiss. she lets out a surprised moan but immediately kisses you back, taking off her silly oven mitt so she can bring your body closer to her. you pull away and laugh. she brushes your hair out of your face and smiles. “i’m sorry angel. i said some really stupid shit and i didn’t mean it. i was just ashamed for putting off studying and i got defensive.”

you nod and smile at her, eyes still tearing up. “i’m sorry too. i should’ve heard you out more at first before getting upset. work has been beating my ass lately and i think i’m just needing some extra support right now.”

abby nods and kisses you again before leading you to the table. “well how about we start with some dinner? then you can take a nice shower and we can do whatever you want for the rest of the night.” you sniff and nod, giving her one more kiss before sitting down!

“this smells delicious oh my god.”

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“the waters warm now angel. you’re so beautiful.” she watches as you strip out of your work clothes and you giggle at her blatant staring. “are you not coming in with me?”

abby perks up like a fucking puppy when you say that and starts to take off her clothes as you get in the shower. she’s in not even three seconds after you. you laugh as she pulls you closer. “can’t believe i was so stupid.. you’re so perfect.”

you shake your head and turn to look at her, “shut up!! you’re the smartest person i’ve ever met. gonna be the best doctor.” abby shushes you and smiles, “this is no time to flatter me. this is your night.”

abby starts to kiss your jaw as she slinks her arms around your waist. the hot water coming down to you making you even more comfortable in her arms. “abs-“

she smiles and nips at your neck before pulling away, “is this what you want? we can just shower instead-“

you cut her off with a passionate kiss, “please abby. don’t wanna stop.”

she smirks at you and goes back in for a kiss, pining you against the shower wall while you whine into her mouth. she bites your bottom lip and smiles into the kiss when you yelp in surprise. her tongue explores your mouth while her knee slots between your legs.

you take hold of her hair when her thigh makes contact with where you need her most. “please-“

your hips buck, making your clit drag across her skin beautifully. you whine and wrap your arms around her neck as she moves down to suck on your neck. her hands move down to guide your hips against her bare thigh. groaning at the sounds coming from your mouth. abby wishes she could record them and make them her ringtone, mostly to remind everyone around her that she has the most amazing girl in the world.

“abby.. need you so bad.” your breath hitches as she bites a particularly sensitive area next to your ear. she smiles and looks at your face. your eyes shut and your mouth slightly open as you focus on getting yourself off. abby gently forces you to look at her and smiles at you as she stops your movements.

“what do you want baby?”

your face heats up as you pout at her. “abby.. do i have to say it?”

she laughs and nods, “cmon angel, you can do it. it’s your night.”

“i… want your tongue” you whisper. usually that wouldn’t satisfy abby but you needed her so badly!! how could she wait any longer? she lowers herself onto her knees and rubs your hips gently as she kisses the skin of your stomach and thighs. “beautiful girl. my beautiful beautiful girl.”

you cover your face in embarrassment but abby gives you a light smack on the thigh. “eyes on me baby. there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

you open your eyes and nod, just trying to get her to touch you asap!!

abby lets out the prettiest moan when she connect with your cunt, giving your clit kitten licks before sucking on it. you let out a shaky breath and bring your hand to her hair, trying to stabilize yourself. “fuck, abby..”

you feel her fingers sneak up to your cunt while she draws shapes around your clit with her tongue, sometimes flattening it against your pussy just to hear your surprised moan. you have to stop yourself from screaming when her fingers plunge into your pussy.

“fuck baby. calm down.” abby lets out a shaky breath, your cunt is squeezing her fingers so good! she’s so wet :(

you shake your head as you watch her. “abby- ‘m gonna cum..”

she smiles at your slick and meets your eyes. “go ahead baby.”

the knot in your stomach tightens at her words before it breaks. she keeps fucks you through it until you’re finally calmed down. your chest is rising and falling rapidly with your breaths.

abby puts a stop to her movements and smiles at you. she kisses your thigh before giving your cunt one last kiss and rising from her knees. “open your mouth angel.” you do as she says and she sticks her two fingers in, watching as you suck your own cum off them. “such a dirty girl.” she teases you as you whine. you’re getting wet all over again!!

she lets her fingers free with a ‘pop!’ and gives you a kiss before running her hands up and down your sides, stopping at your ass.

“what should we do now? you ready for a movie?”

you shake your head and smile at her, “i’m ready for your strap.”

abby laughs and stops the water in the shower. “that’s my fucking girl.”

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that night was amazing. not only was it the best dick you’ve ever had but it was also a turning point in your relationship!! abby never missed a date night ever again and you started being more open with your emotions and needs, leading to wayyy more ‘i’m sorry you had a bad day’ sex.

#tlou part 2 #tlou fic #tlou smut #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby anderson smut #abby x fem!reader

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soccer-love · 10 months

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Baby girl

Merle Frohms x reader

“Then let's start then.” our trainer Tommy says and I feel like I just woke up as I get up from my place in the looker room.

Even during the time he explained what we will do in todays session, I almost feel asleep.

I follow Feli outside and we start doing our warm ups.

Normally I am one of the last ones to get off the field but this time I cant wait until the session is over and I can go.

Usually we have about 60 to 90 minutes of training, depending on the weather and if we have games the day after or before, but after 40 minutes it starts raining so Tommy stops the training after about 55 minutes.

Everyone tries to get inside as quick as possible but I sit down at the floor and take a few deep breaths.

“Hey, Y/N are you okay?” I hear someone saying and Merle comes up behind me, handing me her water bottle.

“Yeah I am just tired.” I say and take a sip before giving it back, Merle offers me a hand and helps me to get up.

“Did I hurt you with that last action?” she asks and I shake my head, we where doing a little game during the last minutes and Merle accidentally tackled me down while trying to get the ball.

“No, I am okay really.” I say and we enter the locker room, I take a shower and almost fall asleep again while standing underneath the hot stream.

Everyone was dirty form the training in the rain and looks a little bit tired but I am probably the badest looking person right now.

I look like a zombie.

It takes me what feels like eternity, to put on my cloths and I barley cant keep my eyes open.

At the exit I walk into Merle, she smiles at me, before looking outside where it's still raining.

“Can I give you a ride?” she asks, knowing that I normally ride my bike here.

“Uh sure.” I answer and we run over to her car.

It’s not a long drive, but the sound of the rain against the windshield and the soft shaking of the car, makes me fall asleep even I try to fight against it.

“Y/N?” I feel someone softly shaking my arm and slowly open my eyes, I am still in the passengers seat but the rain stoped and we are standing outside my apartment building.

“Sorry, I...” I sit up and grab my bag from my feet but Merle holds me back.

“Hey, you know that I know you sine we startet playing in the U-17 together, and lately you are not at your usual best, you look tired like you haven't slept in a week.” she says, giving me a worried look.

“I am fine.”

“Seriously, I know you're not, what is up with you?”

I look down before taking a deep breath.

“You know my sister?” I ask and she nods.

“She lives with you, to support you with your baby, right?”

Five months ago, I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Sophia. Her father was never really in the picture and my sister moved in with me so that I wouldn't have to give-up my career.

“Yeah but she moved back to Chicago where she works a couple of weeks ago, I have someone to watch over her and when I we have games my mom come here but...” I stop because I don't want to say anything bad about the person I love the most.

“the nights are hard, she normally needs to be feed two to three times and then she needs at least half an hour to fall back asleep and I think she really misses her aunt.”

Merle grabs my hand and smiles at me.

“I think I have an idea, how about I come by in like an hour, make you two some dinner, you can take a relaxing bath and then I stay the night to help you.”

“You...no you need to sleep-”

“Y/N, I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't want to do it.”

I know that there is no point in discussing with her, Merle is a really strong minded person and won't give up so easily.

“Okay.” I say and grab my back.

“See you later Y/N.”

“See ya.” I say goodbye as I get out of the car.

I have to nannys wich take turns to watch over Sophia during the day and sometimes for the evenings. Sometimes I feel really bad about it that I leave my baby alone this much but I’m not ready to retire yet.

I cuddle a little bit with my daughter and fall asleep for a couple of minutes before I clean the living room a little bit up.

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“Welcome back.” I say as Merle comes back, a bag with stuff in her hand.

“Good evening to you too.” she answers laughing, following me inside.

She notices Sophia laying on her favorite blanked on the floor next to the couch, a stuffed dolphin in her hand.

Like almost everyone Merle met my little girl many times, she was actually the first one to visit me after I gave birth.

“Hey there, how are you sweetie?” she talks to Sophia sitting down next to her.

“Can I?” she asks, reaching her hands out to Sophia, wanting my permission to pick her up.

“Of curse.” I say and she takes her in her arms, smiling down at her.

I feel my heart beating a little bit faster and I don't know if it's because of Sophia or Merle or both of them together.

“So little one are you more a spaghetti and meatballs girl or a spaghetti bolognese girl?” she asks before looking up at me.

“Definitiv a spaghetti bolognese girl.” I answer and Merle laughs, she grabs her bag with one hand and walks into the kitchen.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“You can take this beautiful girl from me because I eat her up, she's just so cute and maybe set up the table, I’ll do the rest.” Merle demands and I nod, taking Sophia from her.

I set the table and then just watch Merle cooking, getting lost in my thoughts.

The way she cooks is the same way she plays soccer.

With passion and love.

I cant help but stare at her hands, watching them cutting onions and stir in the pot with the sauce.

These hands are thousands maybe millions of dollars worth.

And then I realize how lucky I am,

One of the best goalkeepers in the world, is standing in my kitchen.

Sometimes I have these moments where I realize that I am surrounded by stars, that my friends are famous.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say that no one knows me but I am defiantly not as known as they are.

My mom is German and my Dad Norwegian, I grew up in Oslo and also play for the Norwegian National Team and many people in my home country know us.

I look down at Sophia who is still laying in my arms, looking at Merle completely stunned.

And I really understand her, Merle is so extremely beautiful and she just has this vibe that you have to love her.

“I think dinner is ready.” Merle says and looks over to us.

She fills our plates and brings them over while I sit down, with holding almost asleep Sophia in my left arm.

“You now I think you are really strong for being a professional soccer player and raising a child at the same time.” she says as I take the first bite of the food.

“Wow, this is so good.” she laughs and I think I just feel a little in love with this pasta.

“And thanks but I didn't really have a choice, don't get me wrong I love my little girl to pieces but I was definitely not ready to give up my career.” I explain and Merle nods.

We eat our dinner and after that Merle practically forces me to go and take a relaxing bath while she takes care of Sophia.

“You know that you just could tell me that I smell.” I joke, making Merle roll her eyes.

“Believe me you smell wonderful.” she says pushing me towards the bathroom.

To be honest it is really great not to have to worry about doing the dishes after dinner or that I have to put Sophia to bed.

After the bath I get dressed in some shorts and one of my VFL shirts and when I exit the bathroom, the living room and kitchen is empty and I see a small light coming from my bedroom.

I walk over and see Sophia laying in her bed that is next to mine and also open to this side so I have easy access to her during the night and she doesn't feel like being speratet from me.

Sophia is laying on her side, holding onto the collar of Merles shirt with her tiny hands. While Merle is fast asleep next to her, wearing the same shirt that I have, she must have got changed while I was laying in the bathtub.

I grab a blanket from my dresser and softy place it over her, she looks so peaceful while sleeping.

As quiet as possible I lay down next to her and pull another blanked over myself before turning of the lights.

Sunlight is falling over us as I wake up again, I must have turned around in my sleep and I a arm over me, only then I realize that there is a body behind me, really really close to mine.

I smile against the wall and feel Merle pulling me closer, her warm breath hits my neck and I think I feel safer than I ever did before.

As I wake up again, she is gone but as I turn around I see her standing next to the bed, Sophia in her arms as she is feeding her with a bottle.

“Look who is awake.” Merle says and I smile at them.

“I didn’t even hear her crying.” I sit up and undo my hair tie, letting them fall over my shoulders,

“Oh she wasn't, she slept through the night and when I woke up earlier she was just a little whine so I got up and made her a bottle.”

“I cant believe it.” I say and look at my daughter.

“Last night you woke me up four times and now you just learned to sleep the whole night.” I add and Merle laughs.

“Maybe she was relaxed because she felt that you are.”

I node and get up, kissing Sophia on the cheek and I almost kiss Merle too but I can hold my self back.

We have breakfast together and spend the morning together before Merle has to leave because of goalie training.

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After this night, it becomes a habit that she comes over almost every day. Sometimes she even stays for the night, sleeping with my in my bed, but since Sophia started sleeping through the nights I am also more awake during the day.

Often we end up cuddled together in the morning and I feel myself falling over her more every day.

I mean I already had a small crush on her but now I really know that it is more than that.

She makes me feel safe and her arms feel like home to me.

We always were roommates for our away games but since she's staying at my apartment more often it kind of feels different.

Even there we wake up close together and I don't know if I am imagining it but I feel like there is sometimes this tension between us, like when we are sitting close together on our beds, or when we are doing weight lifting together.

But I am not sure if it is really there.

And I don't want to talk about it with her because I don't want to loose her, it would break my heart and probably Sophias too.

I love the way she acts with my daughter, she is just so kind hearted and a real angel.

Oh fuck i am so damn in love with her....

#dfbfrauenteam x reader #dfbfrauen #dfbfrauenteam #merle frohms x reader #merle frohms #vfl wolfsburg women #vfl Wolfsburg frauen x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #lgbtq #love is love

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topguncortez · 1 year

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What to Expect | Chapter 13

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synopsis: The Seresins decide to come to dinner. Jake not only stands up for himself, but for you and his unborn daughter.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: pregnancy, cursing, canon character death, injuries, topgun shit, fighting, questions of paternity, unrequited love and some yearning

No matter how old you got, family dinners always had some ounce of awkwardness to them. Especially when both you and Jake’s families got together. It wasn’t that Margaret and George didn’t get along with your parents, it was that they acted like they were better than them. Your father and George were both very accomplished men, in two different ways. George was a successful businessman, coming from a long line of oil barons in Texas. He was also a big shot donor to the University of Texas, and even had a press box with his name on the door.

The first time you had ever met Margaret and George was at a Texas Longhorns game. Jake had brought you back to Texas for homecoming weekend. You hadn’t ever been big into sports, the college you went to wasn’t very big into football, but you had participated a couple times in the Saturday game day festivities. But like they said, ‘everything is bigger in Texas’.

You stuck out like a sore thumb compared to Jake and his family. For one, you didn’t have anything burnt orange, so you settled on wearing light wash jeans and a white t-shirt. Your skin had a natural tan to it from living in a place where the sun was out almost every day of the year, and it didn’t look orange like some of the women walking around. You also opted to wear your hair in a ponytail, and not teased to the high Heavens. Jake explained that his sisters, and mother were both alumni baton twirlers who had all married alumni football players, so homecoming was a big deal.

You had never once felt comfortable or at home around the Seresins. Jake had tried his hardest whenever he brought you around them. But his parents were always so cold towards you. They hardly welcomed you into the family like they had done with his sisters' spouses. He wasn’t sure if it was because you didn’t come from some wealthy family in Texas, or because you had a very strong personality. But that’s what Jake loved about you. He loved that you were different from every girl he went to highschool with. He loved that you had more ambition than to just be some housewife that waits on him hand and foot.

After his parents basically crashed the baby shower, Sarah decided to deescalate the situation by inviting Margaret and George to dinner. Jake was seething with anger at his parents entrance, they never could walk into a room without causing all the attention to go to them. You were thankful that your mom had a heart of gold and knew exactly what to do, cause you were ready to go run and hide in the bathroom.

“Do we really have to do this?” Jake asked, as he parked in your parents driveway. He had spent the afternoon helping you put baby shower gifts away, and shit talking about his parents.

“Yes, we do,” Bradley said from the backseat of Jake’s truck. You looked over your shoulder at him, “Well. . . you two do. I’m only here because your mom said she’s making pork ribs.”

You giggled, leave it to Rooster to be the comedic relief that everyone needed, “Buckles is right, we have to do this. It’s bad enough we’ve waited until I am literally about to pop.”

“What if they send you into preterm labor?”

“Oh my god, what if they do!?” Jake asked, “We don’t even know if the car seat is secure! I let Fanboy install it.”

“Okay, calm down. You’re making me, the pregnant woman, start to panic and that’s not good,” You said, trying to ease Jake’s nerves, “And they won’t send me into preterm labor. I am fine, we are all fine. We aren’t teenagers sneaking behind our parents back and raw dogging in the back of your truck after Friday night football games. We are adults. We can do this.”

“Speak for yourself,” Rooster rolled his eyes and you shot him a glare which he gave you a smile in return, “Let’s go in!”

Jake let out a breath, and got out of the truck, jogging around to the otherside to help you out of the truck. In the past week or so since Jake has been back, you have found it to be harder and harder to get in and out of Jake’s truck. Jake fixed his shirt and hair as he rang the doorbell to your parents house.

“Jacob, sister, Buckles,” Stephanie said as she answered the door, “Come in!”

“Nice to see you too,” Rooster said and kissed Stephanie’s cheek as he walked in.

“I see that Y/N brought Jake and my unborn niece,” Dylan Kazansky said walking into the entryway, “And what did you bring Bradshaw?”

“Beer,” Bradley said, holding up the six pack that Jake actually bought but he didn’t want to create a bad image of drinking when his heavily pregnant baby momma couldn’t.

“Your parents are insufferable,” Gia added as she joined the conversation, “I thought Y/N had no personality, but your parents are the personification of watching paint dry.”

“You haven’t changed at all,” Bradley rolled his eyes. Bradley and Jake both dislike Gia as much as you did, but they kept the disdain a little better underwraps than you did.

Gia watched as Bradley walked by going towards the kitchen before following after him. You and Jake stood in the entryway by yourselves, Jake trying to talk himself up before going to face his and your parents.

No matter how old Jake got, he would always be somewhat afraid of his father. Even after facing death several times, and constantly flying in a metal death trap, George Seresin was not someone you wanted to be on the bad side of. He was smart, and sneaky which kept him in such good business. He knew how to work the playing field and install fear into those around him. Margaret wouldn’t have her own two feet to stand on if it wasn’t for George constantly being behind her. You always wondered how their children turned out to be some of the kindest people you ever met.

“Hey, we can leave anytime you want. We kind of have a built in excuse for the next couple years,” You pointed to your belly and Jake smiled.

“I’ll be fine,” Jake sighed and touched your belly, “I need to get over it. How can I be a good father if I can’t even face my own?”

You frowned and opened your mouth to say something, but Jake just shook his head and grabbed your hand, guiding you towards the dinning room where everyone was gathered. He took a deep breath as he pushed the door open and was met with the sight of his parents standing at one end, basically talking amongst themselves while everyone was gathered at the other, engaging in another conversation. Jake rolled his eyes at his parents' behavior and walked over to where your family was.

“Jake, glad you’re here,” Ice said and shook his son-in-law’s hand, “Bug,” He kissed your cheek, “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” You said, “Very, very tired. Can we eat?”

“Go engage with your in-laws first,” Ice nodded over towards Jake’s parents. Leave it to your dad to try and promote good hostmanship in the two of you. Jake clenched his jaw and put his hand on the small of your back.

“George, Margaret, it’s nice to see you,” You said and stuck your hand out for them to shake. Margaret’s hands were dainty and always cold, and her handshake was weak, it always made you uncomfortable having to shake her hand. George’s handshake was one he had perfected from years in sales, it was strong as a way for him to assert power.

“I apologize we didn’t have much time to talk after the shower. I was so exhausted from the-”

“I had three children, I know what it is like,” Margaret said and took a sip of her martini. You fought the urge to roll your eyes cause you weren’t quite sure if Margaret really knew what it was like. Of course she did birth all three Seresin kids, but she passed them off quickly to a revolving door of nannies and caretakers. Jake said he can’t remember his mother hugging him before the age of ten.

“Sorry,” You answered, “Thank you for the shower gift.”

“If we had known about. . . it,” Margaret looked down at your bump, “Sooner, we could’ve gotten you something better. I guess a gift card would have to do.”

“Our daughter doesn’t need a Chanel purse or a Versace onesie,” Jake rolled his eyes knowing that was probably something his mother would get. Margaret was always buying lavish gifts with her husband’s credit card. Both Annie and Charlotte had Chanel diaper bags. You were quite happy with the one that you had gotten from Target at your baby shower.

Sarah could sense the tension from across the room, watching as you fisted the sides of your dress in your hands, and Jake shifted his weight from foot to foot. She had only met Jake’s parents a couple of times, once when Jake graduated from TopGun and again when their daughter Charlotte graduated from medical school. Sarah was always nice to Margaret and George, offering them a place to stay in their guest house, and offering to have dinner for Charlotte at the main house. Though both times Margaret and George never responded to Sarah’s invite, they still showed up at the front door. Sarah knew she had to break up the conversation between Mr and Mrs Seresin before either you or Jake threw a drink in someone's face.

“Everybody!” Sarah said, moving away from her husband, “Dinner is ready! Please, take your seats.” Ice smiled at his wife, and kissed her cheek before moving to his spot at the head of the table. Jake grabbed your hand and led you to your spot, pushing your chair in, before taking his usual seat at the end.

“Jacob, what are you doing?” George asked his son, looking at him confused.

“That’s his-”

“Shush,” George said, cutting Gia off. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and then looked at you. You just shrugged and watched as Jake hung his head in defeat, moving away from the chair to sit in the empty chair on your right side.

Ice clenched his jaw as Dominic, the family cook, brought out the plates of food. For as long as Jake has been in this family, he has always sat at the other end of the table, and no one seemed to argue about it. In fact, it was Iceman who placed him there on the very first family dinner he had ever had with the whole Kazansky family. Ice wanted to say something, but he withheld, knowing it would just make things worse for you and Jake. Ice never cared for Jake’s parents. They had always acted like they were better than him, that George was more of an accomplished man than he was. Ice never liked to brag about his accomplishments (unless your name was Pete Mitchell) so he had listened and let George ridicule his awards and medals that hung around the study.

Dinner was awkwardly quiet as everyone ate. Your appetite was nearly diminished which you weren’t sure if it was because of the tension or because you just felt so full all of the time. You didn’t think anyone noticed the way you pushed around the greens and potatoes on your plate, but ever the eagle eyed George Seresin did.

“Don’t you need to eat for the baby?” He asked.

“By the looks of her, I’d say she’s eaten enough,” Margaret mumbled, sipping her drink. Gia huffed and pushed back in her chair a bit. You knew she was wanting to say something but you shot her a look.

“I am just not very hungry tonight,” You said softly, “I’ve been having a lot of heartburn lately and it kind of shuts my appetite down.”

“I never had that with my children,” Margaret said.

“I had it with mine,” Sarah answered. You were so thankful for your mother, you weren’t sure if you would be able to get through this without her.

“Doesn’t heartburn mean the baby is gonna have more hair?” Dylan asked and Stephanie looked at him weird, “What?! Mom said all of us had full heads of hair, and Jake has great hair, so I’m guessing Baby K will too.”

“Baby K?” George asked, looking at his son.

“Kazansky,” You answered, “We both decided that the baby’s last name will be Kazansky, since we aren’t married.”

“Bullshit,” George cursed and Ice clenched his jaw, giving him a death glare, “Once you two get the results of the paternity test, you need to get legally married so the baby’s last name will be Seresin.”

“One, we are not doing a paternity test and two, the baby’s last name is Kazansky. Already talked about,” Jake said, shifting in his seat to face his father. George’s green eyes bore into his sons, trying to give him that same look that used to send a young Jake Seresin cowering into the corner. You grabbed Jake’s hand, seeing them start to shake. He glanced at you quickly and you squeezed his hand reassuring him that everything was okay.

“This is what she has you believing? That the bastard child is-”

“Okay,” Gia said, slamming her hands on the table with enough force to send dishes clattering, and standing up to stare George down.

“Gianna,” You warned and Stephanie shook her head. When Gia was mad she was like a freight train down a hill, you couldn’t stop her, but you could move out of the way quickly enough to save yourself.

“I don’t know what your deal is, but you’re acting like assholes,” Margaret gasped at Gia’s cursing, “Your son is doing the right thing, and he has since he found out about the little crotch goblin. Most men his age and with his occupation would’ve run for the hills if an ex showed up at his doorstep saying she was pregnant with his baby. But Jake hasn’t run, and believe me, he’s had enough ammunition to pack his bags and leave,” Bradley looked down at the piece of chicken on his plate, “So what the Baby’s last name is gonna be Kazansky, that sure means hell of a lot more than Seresin-”

“Little girl, watch your-”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you,” Now your father was standing, staring George down, “I have watched for years as you have belittled not only my daughter but your own son in front of my eyes, and it ends now. He is a good man, and he wants to do right by both of them. Trust me, I am not a fan of my unwed daughter having a baby either, but there is nothing I can do but be there to support her. And as for your son. . . well it’s a damn shame the way you treat him. I am amazed that such a good, caring man can come from two evil people like you.”

Jake fought back tears as he turned to face his father-in-law. Jake had always thought that Iceman didn’t like him. That he was just another pilot walking through the front doors of TopGun, going to be there for thirteen weeks and then gone. But over the years, Tom has shown Jake nothing but compassion and kindness. Jake knew the type of dad he wanted to be like, and he wanted to be like Iceman. Ice gave Jake a nod before sitting back down in his chair.

“Are you going to fucking cry?” George cursed at his son. Jake sniffled and wiped a tear from under his eye.

“Yeah, I am,” Jake said and looked at his father, “I cry, Dad. I cry a lot actually. And I don’t care if that makes me soft, if that makes me look weak. Because I am weak, but I’m also strong enough to stand up for my family and to tell you both to get the hell out.”

“Jacob,” Margaret said, finally speaking up, “Don’t do this-”

“You two will never get to know your granddaughter. And it doesn’t matter if her name is Kazansky or Seresin, or fucking Bradshaw for all I care. . . I love her and she’s mine. And you two,” Jake pointed at his parents, “Do not know the first thing about loving someone other than yourselves. So please, leave my father-in-law's house.”

George clenched his jaw, and looked around the table. Margaret had tears in her eyes as she watched her son stand up for himself and the woman he loved. You looked at Jake with nothing but more adoration in your eyes, and he looked over at you with the same look. George scoffed and wiped his face before throwing his napkin down on the plate. His chair scraped back as he stood up, and then grabbed Margaret up from her chair. The last thing Jake saw of his mother was the tears in her eyes and George pulled her out of the house. When the door slammed shut, it was like everyone let out a collective breath.

“Holy fuck,” You said, “I need a drink.” Everyone laughed and agreed with you.

“How about I start serving up dessert?” Sarah said, getting up her seat, “And we move this into the living room.” Everyone agreed, and slowly they got up from their chairs.

When you and Jake were the only two left in the dining room, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. He looked up at you, his green eyes wet with tears.

“Oh honey,” You said and moved to sit in Jake’s lap, wrapping your arms around him as he cried, “It’s okay. I promise, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Jake said, pulling away from you a bit. He wiped under his eyes and put his hand on your belly, “Nothing about what happened is even remotely okay. They called our daughter a bastard.”

“I’m not saying that part was okay,” You sighed, and ran your fingers through his blonde hair, “I’m saying that them leaving is probably a good thing. I don’t know about you but I don’t want someone like that in our lives, let alone our daughter’s life.”

“I don’t either,” Jake said, and looked up into your eyes. You two held eye contact for a moment, before you leaned in and kissed him. Jake sighed into the kiss, pulling your body even closer to his. You ran your hands through his hair, pulling on the perfect blonde locks, licking his bottom lip. The kiss turned passionate quickly, the two of your mouths moving against each other with no flaw.

“Jake,” You whispered as his lips moved from yours to your jaw and down to your neck, “As much as I love this, we can’t do this here.” You gently pushed him away and for a second you saw the hurt flash in his eyes, but you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Take me home.”

He nodded, and patted your thigh so you would stand up from his lap. Jake adjusted himself in his pants before taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen where your family was at. Bradley was telling some enthusiastic story with Dylan and Ice which had the whole Kazansky family laughing, even Gia. A smile graced your lips as Jake wrapped an arm around you.

This was the family you wanted around your baby.

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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 11

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Pensacola, Fl

Jey & Shantell’s

Jey’s POV

“No, I ain’t doing it, I was promised two months off to be wit my family, and I want all my time,” I said standing my ground.

“Jey, just hear me out,” Paul said as Shantell walked into my office with our son. “Uh, I can come back;” she whispered reading the room as Paul stood up looking at Joshua. “He is beautiful Shantell,” Paul said touching his little feet as he yawned.

"Thanks, Paul,” she said smiling as it made me smile. Shantell was a natural mother, and I adored watching her with Joshua. I’m kind of scared she may decide she doesn’t want to go back on the road with me.

“Shantell, we forgot your scheduled leave falls around the time of WrestleMania. Jey would miss his match with Jimmy unless he comes back early,” Paul said as Shantell frowned at him in response.

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to get him back on the road now, we’ve barely been home a month,” Shantell said as Paul let out a deep sigh.

“Hey, you ain’t gotta bring Shantell into this. I already told you no,” I said slightly angry because I knew he was going to try to get Shantell on his side.

“If Jey, said no that’s my answer as well,” Shantell said winking at me as my heart swelled. No questions asked she immediately supported my decision. “I hope ya’ll got some ideas to continue the storyline then because I’m outta ideas,” Paul said throwing his hands up in the air as Shantell laughed.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if we put our heads together,” she said walking over, gently placing Joshua in my arms. "I gotta work baby,” she whispered against my lips, stealing a kiss before turning around to leave.

“Have a good show baby,” I said as she gave Paul a hug and left the room.

“I’ll leave ya’ll be, just enjoy this time with the baby and each other,” Paul said as I stood up to shake his hand.

“Thanks for understanding,” I said as he softly kissed Joshua’s tiny head, putting his hand on my shoulder. “No problem, family always comes first, I understand it and appreciate it,” he said walking out of my office.

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Shantell’s POV

I knew Jey was torn between his job and being a dad. I needed to talk to him to see where his head was at. I know for me I can say that running Smackdown from home was easier for me. I could do my job without the constant comings and goings. Then on the other hand I would miss Jey like crazy, so I knew my decision was to go back on the road.

“Jey, did you put Joshua in his room?” I asked walking into our bedroom after my shower.. “Shhh, I got him,” he whispered lifting up the comforter as I see him curled up on his chest, asleep without a care in the world. “Ok, my heart is going to burst,” I said putting my hand over my heart. “Come on over here, we been waiting on you,” he said patting the spot beside him, smirking at me.

I didn’t need to be told twice as I climbed into bed and snuggled in his arms. “See you gon’ spoil me, and I’m not going to want to go back to the busy lifestyle of our job,” I whispered as he laughed. “So, what else had Paul talked about before I came in,” I asked caressing his arm.

“He was talking about the match with Jimmy. I told him straight up we didn’t mean for it to be now. Our dream is to face each other in the main event at WrestleMania when we decide to hang the boots up, “he said hesitating trying to find the right words to say.

“You want to be each other’s last opponent,” I said completely understanding what he was trying to say. “See you get me, and this mess they trying to put together is just a cash grab. So, no I’m taking my time off with you and the baby. We figure the shit out when we get back to work,” Jey said running his hands over his face.

“Ok, I know when you do that you’re stressed, so what else did he say?” I asked as he looked at me worried and anxious.

“I won’t be able to take extensive time off for another year. That pushes our wedding back because it was so much, I wanted to do,” he said nervously.

“Sir, we could go to the courthouse tomorrow, and get this thang poppin’,” I said honestly as he gave me a small smile. “I wanted to take you to Hawaii, and have a ceremony with our family,” he said as I cut him off with a kiss. “I just want to marry you,” I whispered against his lips as he groaned pulling me closer.

“Jey, don’t worry about it, a year gives us time to plan. I promise everything is going to be beautiful when we do get murdered…I mean married,” I joked trying to get him to relax as he smirked at my antics.

“So, a year from now, we’re getting married in the flower circle surrounded by our families, right?” he asked holding out his pinky finger as I laughed, locking my pinky with his. “Yes, I promise, I’ll be the one in the veil down front,” I whispered as he kissed me.

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One Year Later

WrestleMania 41

Shantell’s POV

“Let’s go Fatu!” I yelled as Joshua lifted his little hands in the air mimicking me cheering for his dad as he laid his head on my shoulder. The bloodline feud was finally coming full circle as it was culminating in a fatal four way. Jey vs Roman Vs Jimmy Vs. Solo.

“Come on Jurdy!” Trin screamed beside me as we both laughed. They were putting on a hell of a show and we couldn’t be prouder.

“What did we miss, I hated to leave but the baby is sitting on my bladder,” Tangela said rubbing her small baby bump as Sofia helped her sit down. “You having fun watching daddy Cameron?” Sofia asked as he smiled jumping into her arms.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed coming to stand beside me at the barrier with him. “I think they're in the final act,” I said turning back to the action.

“Let’s go Sefa!” Sofia yelled as Solo in spite of himself smiled at her lightly, hiding his face from the camera.

Joe’s POV

“Let’s take it home ya’ll,” Jey muttered as I nodded. All of us got up staring around looking at each other, and the crowd as they chanted, "This is awesome!"

“Yes, it is! Ya’ll tearin' it up!” I heard Tangela yell as I shot her a quick wink before we all broke off brawling. “It’s your time bro,” I muttered to Solo as he was trying to control his emotions.

“Ya’ll sure bout this,” he whispered as I went down from his Samoan spike. Jey and Jimmy took turns hitting me with their signature splash as I lay there unmoving. “One of ya’ll cover his ass!” Trin yelled as Solo attacked Jey and Jimmy. Throwing them out of the ring,he quickly covering me.

I could hear the chaos and excitement as the crowd counted in unison “1,2,3!” and it was over. “I love you, Bro,” Solo whispered as I felt my emotions getting the best of me. “I love you too, make us proud,” I responded rolling slowly out of the ring.

I wanted him to enjoy his moment. “Your winner and New Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, Solo Sikoa!” Samantha’s voice rang out through the arena as I crawled off to the side to watch him celebrate his moment.

Shantell’s POV

“Yes!!! Go Solo!” I yelled as Jey walked over and gently kissed me. “I love you,” he whispered taking Joshua from me as he laid his head on his shoulder. “I love you more,” I said as Jimmy came over and took Cameron, placing him on the edge of the ring as he took off running to his dad.

“Oh my gosh, ya’ll get a picture Sofia,” cried as Joe climbed back in and they posed with the kids in the ring. “Aye, we wanna thank ya’ll for really rockin’ with us on this Bloodline story. It was a lot of twists and turns we took ya’ll on, “Jimmy said into the microphone as the crowd cheered.

“Thank you to our family, we love all ya’ll. We will never forget this night ever,” Jey said as I wiped my tears as they all embraced in the ring. “This is our bloodline!” Solo screamed holding Joshua and Cameron in his arms with the undisputed championship around his waist.

“Yep, I’m a bucket of water now,” Trin said crying as Tangela stood up coming closer. “Girl, I been there,” she said laughing through her tears. “Oh, hell no, here comes the camera,” Sofia said trying to wipe her tears. “Girl, it’s over, we on the big screen lookin' a hot crying mess,” I laughed pointing up at the screen. We took a few more pictures of them in the ring before heading backstage.

“So are you ready Shantell?” Trin asked as I placed my hand on my heart. “I’m nervous, but I can’t wait,” I said honestly. We were flying out to Hawaii to finally get married. Paul had given us the private Jet for the trip.

The gorilla erupted in applause as they appeared backstage. Sofia took off running to Solo as he caught her in his arms. “I’m so proud of you baby,” she cried as he embraced her tight crying himself.

Little Joshua was almost asleep on Jey’s chest. “I really love you,” I told him, just feeling so proud of him as he kissed me. “I love you too, let’s go get married,” he whispered against my lips as I laughed. “Yea, let’s go,” I said caressing his face as lil Joshua reached for me. “You little cockblocker,” Jey laughed as I slapped his chest. “No, my baby ain't,” I said laughing as he put his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Well, what do you call that?” Jey asked with humor in his voice pointing at him fighting to keep his little eyes closed. “He’s tired, it’s been a long day,” I said rocking him in my arms as Jey caressed his little cheek. “I’m kidding baby, Goodnight, buddy. Daddy loves you,” he whispered kissing his cheek.

“I’ll let ya’ll gather up your things, I’m going to put him to bed,” I said giving him one last kiss before walking away. “Alright, Mrs. Fatu,” I heard him mutter to himself as I smiled. Yea, within the next 48 hours I was about to become Mrs. Fatu.

WWE Private Jet

Jey’s POV

“Mom, Pops, and Tanya are already there waiting on us trying to make sure the wedding decorations are right,” I said talking to Trin as she smiled at me.

“So did ma make your lei out of maile leaves,” she asked as it was my turn to smile. “Yea, she did, and its beautiful. She sent me a picture of it, and she’s going to do a flower crown for Shantell to wear at the reception,” I said looking around at my family.

Man, this tight family circle was the true definition of ride-or-die right here. I’m nervous as hell, but I know I’m ready to make Shantell my wife. I was ready when I proposed, as far as I was concerned she’s been my wife. I just hope it’s everything she dreamed it would be and more.

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Rehearsal Dinner

Solo’s POV

So, I want to make a toast to my new daughter and my son,” Pops said raising his glass as we toasted Jey and Shantell.

“So, are we still on for Shantell’s Hulu Practice tonight, “Trin whispered as I nodded trying not to draw attention to us as Jey was focused on pops and Shantell out on the dance floor.

“Yeah, Shantell has been practicing a lot but is overthinking it,” I whispered looking at Jey. He is going to be so surprised. I know he felt at times he was forcing our culture on her, but she was very interested in learning about it. I smiled seeing Shantell and Pops heading back to our table.

“Joshua, your wife is a little tired. I think you should walk her back to her room,” pops said as Shantell quickly winked at Trin and I. “Man we really doin’ this not seeing the bride before the wedding,” Jey mumbled.

Shantell’s POV

“Yes, we are, and you gon’ do it with a smile,” Sandra said as I laughed giving Joshua a kiss. “We got the baby, you both get some rest tonight,” my mom said as I hugged her in thanks. “Let’s go wifey,” Jey interrupted giving a cheeky smile before steering me away.

“No funny business, and I mean it,” Sandra said as we laughed walking out the door happy, but also dreading being apart even if it’s only for a day. It was almost like we were walking in slow motion trying to stall before we would have to say goodnight.

I texted Solo and Sandra to meet me in about an hour to go over the Hulu dance one more time. I wanted to do the dancer for Jey because it is a symbol of love and respect for our marriage in their culture.

Jey’s POV

It was good to have some alone time, as short as it was. Shantell stood beside me seeming to be in deep thought about something.

“You ain’t having second thoughts, are you?” I asked nervously as she laughed. “Nah, you ain’t gonna get rid of me that easy,” she whispered wrapping her arms around my waist as we walked to her room.

“You know I ain’t walked you to your room since before Money in the Bank almost two years ago,” I whispered as I shivered at the memory myself. “Yes, I remember that night, Heyman catching us outside my door,” she blushed as I pushed her up against her door kissing her breathless.

Shantell’s POV

“Baby, we can’t," I moaned against his lips desperately trying to pull him closer. “See this is what happens when you deny me for two weeks, we are both horny as shit,” he growled moving his kisses to my neck as I involuntarily leaned back against the door.

“I wanted our first time as husband and wife to be special, “I gasped as he began sucking my neck.

“Mmm, it’s always special wit you,” he moaned as I gently kissed him before pulling away to open my door. “Go inside before I take you right now up against this door,” he said kissing the back of my neck gently before backing away putting a little space between us.

“I love you too, and I can’t wait to marry you,” I whispered quickly stealing a kiss, shutting the door before he could respond. I knew if I heard his response, my resolve would crumble and he would be in here for the night. Wow tomorrow I would finally become Mrs. Fatu..

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Wedding Day

Shantell’s POV

“I haven’t seen him all day and I’m nervous,” I moaned as Trin fixed my veil, pulling it back over my head. "Girl, take some deep breaths, ee got you," Trin said smiling at me. “Shantell, you look beautiful, Jey is going to flip when he sees you,” Sofia said fixing her dress.

“Are ya’ll ready?” my mom came in looking at me in tears “Oh, my baby Is about to be somebody’s wife,” she cried as I tried to stop my tears.

“Mama, you makin’ her cry,” Tangela said as my makeup artist Gina moved aside so my mom could come beside me.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” she whispered hugging me as I let the tears flow not caring. “I love you, Mama,” I whispered hugging her tight. “He better take care of ya’ll or I’ll kill him,” she said lightening the moment "Mama, he will and we will take care of him," I assured her pulling away, wiping her tears.

“Mama, we were doing alright until she saw you,” Gina Joked as my mom smiled at her moving aside so she could touch up my makeup. “I’m sorry, this my baby, I can’t help it," my mom said sniffling as I pouted. “Ok, are we ready for the first touch,” Trin asked picking up the back of my dress as my mom blindfolded me, leading me across the hall to see Jey.

“Mama, this ain’t fair! I can’t see her, I wanna see her,” Jey whined as my mom placed me against his back as he reached for my hand.

Jey’s POV

I could feel her against my back, but I couldn’t see her. This is torture right here. “I need you to put this in your pocket,” Shantell said handing me a red small silk bag. Not thinking, I placed it in my pocket trying to control my emotions as I saw the outline of her veil. My mind was done for, I knew she was gorgeous and I couldn’t wait to see her. I closed my eyes tight trying to not sneak a peak at her.

“Did you open it babe?" she whispered as I kissed her hand. "No, I didn’t baby," I answered honestly. “You gotta open it!” She exclaimed as I smiled. “They said I had to keep my eyes closed,” I said as the photographer interrupted us “You can open your eyes, just don’t turn around to look at each other,” she said lightly laughing at us snapping away.

What had she done, all I had done was write a damn letter. I reluctantly let her hand go to open the silk bag, my body shook with emotion as I saw a heart shaped pendant with a picture of my uncle Ecky with my brothers and me inside it.

“Wow, thank you so much baby,” I whispered taking her hand gently placing kisses all over it as a few of my tears fell onto her hand. “This way he’s here with you today, and every day,” she said taking a deep breath as her voice broke. I nodded overwhelmed by her and the things she does for me trying to control my tears.

Shantell’s POV

“Alright! let’s get married,” I sighed as he leaned further against me. “Hell, yea let’s do this,” he whispered as I could faintly hear Ed Sheran and Beyonce cover of Perfect playing as Trin winked at me pointing to her phone letting me know she was playing the song as I grinned brightly at her.

My girl always comes in clutch for me. “Mannn, your suit feels so good,” I whined as he laughed. “Geez, what is this?” I questioned as my mom laughed along with him as I rubbed his arm. “I had to look good for you,” he said as I took a deep breath.

“You smell so good too!” I Exclaimed resting my head against his back. “What I smell like baby?” he asked cheekily as I sniffed again and whispered, “Sex on legs,” as he laughed out loud still holding onto my hand. “Ya’ll ready to get married?” my mom asked as we both nodded.

“Alright, we gotta take her, you’ll meet her in the flower circle," Sandra said reaching over to wipe Jey’s tears as he gently released my hand. Trin and my mom ushered me out of his room before he could see me.

“Girl, he looked good,” Trin said taking my picture as we were heading down to the beach with the photographer.

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Shantell’s POV

“Cameron and Joshua are dressed, and heading down with pops,” Trin said smiling at the picture he had just sent her. “Oh my goodness look at them,” I squealed at them in their little suits. “Here, I almost forgot to give you this, it’s from Jey,” Trin said handing me the letter as I went to sit down. I was almost scared to open it as I took a deep breath and began reading.

Shantell,

Today is a special day, it’s the day we become one. I hope I never disappoint or hurt you. On this day I promise to be the best man I can for you and our son. Through the darkest of times, we made it baby, and I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Fatu.

Being trusted with your heart is a special gift; I vow to be your strength and with you through sickness and in health. I promise to be there through the good and bad. Place your heart in my hands today, and I vow to never break it. I know your father is proud of you and is smiling down on us today. So, let’s get married, what do you say? I’ll be the one in the fly suit waiting in the flower circle with our family.

I love you,

Joshua-

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“Shantell what did he say?” Sofia asked smiling at me as I looked up from the letter wiping my tears. “Girl that’s private, let my brother be romantic,” Trin said calling in Gina to put her final touches my face.

“The guys are down there waiting, let’s get you married!” Tangela exclaimed hugging me before going to open the door for us.

“Let’s do it,” I smiled as Trin placed my veil over my face as we began our walk down to beach.

Jey’s Pov

“Don’t let me see her until she’s about to start walking down the aisle,” I said nudging Jimmy as he smiled at me. “I got you, bro,” he said rubbing my shoulder as “Stop This World” by Ne’yo began playing.

I put Joshua down in front of me, holding his hand as he smiled up at me leaning on my leg.

Okay, I woke up in heaven today

She kissed me I floated away, away

Never felt anything so great

Alright, Now I brace myself for the fights

Something must go wrong cause is way too right

I'm light as a feather tonight, Yeah, Yeah

I saw my mother and father coming down the aisle arm and arm. It warmed my heart, I felt my eyes burning trying to stop my tears as they walked down the aisle.

Cause I can't feel the ground

Someone let me down

I never felt so high as I do now

It's too good to be true

“Look at my wife man,” Joe whispered smiling bright at Tangela as she slowly walked down the aisle followed by Sofia. I swear Solo’s smile was so bright he could light up a room looking at wife as she walked down the aisle. “That’s my wife,” he said out loud as she blushed continuing her way down to us.

I don't deserve you

I never felt a love strong enough to

Stop this world from spinning

Trin finally came from around the corner all smiles but wiping her tears, I looked over at my brother as he wiped his own tears looking at his wife, as she took her place next to Sofia.

“The wide is tomin’, my tee tee tomin’! The wide is tomin!’ Cameron's little voice screamed as he held up his sign, gently trotting down the aisle to Solo as we all laughed. Hey, he couldn’t pronounce bride, or coming, but we knew what my lil dude was trying to say. “You did so good buddy,” Solo praised as Cameron clapped at his father’s words.

“Close your eyes, bro,” Jimmy whispered as I quickly obeyed him taking a deep breath as I heard a gasp from him and Solo beside me. I knew she was beautiful as hell, and I couldn’t stop my tears. I hadn’t seen her yet, and I was losing it.

“Open yo eyes, bro, and look at your wife. She’s beautiful man,” he whispered rubbing my shoulder as I opened my eyes. I felt myself stop breathing as I saw her standing there with her mom.

And I see, Heaven when she looks at me

In her smile is the most amazing dream

And in her eyes I fall asleep

“Whoo! You is beautiful, girl!” I shouted overwhelmed seeing her in her beautiful gown. Her veil covered her face, but I could see her beauty as she smiled brightly at me as she and her mom began walking towards me.

And I hope, hope that she can see through the smoke

Of my imperfections into my soul

And my heart where she has control

(She has control)

“We made it…Baby, you are so beautiful,” I said using my hand to wipe my tears as I saw her getting closer to me. “Mama,” Joshua said pointing at Shantell as I picked him up. “I know it bud, ain’t mama beautiful,” I said as he smiled at me, then Shantell.

“Go get her young man,” the priest said as I walked to Shantell and her mother. “Thank you, ma,” I whispered hugging Shantell’s mother as she held me tight. “Take care of my baby Joshua,” she whispered before letting me go and giving me Shantell’s hand. “You know I will with my life.” I assured her.

Cause I can't feel the ground

Someone let me down

I never felt so high as I do now

It's too good to be true

I faintly heard Shantell sniffling as I slowly lifted her veil, she put her fingers under her eyes trying to stop her tears. “ I love you so much, and you are so beautiful,” I whispered, taking her in before kissing her on the cheek. “You look very handsome,” she said smiling at me through her tears as Joshua leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“You're handsome too,” she said slightly tickling him as he smiled at her. Taking her hand, we walked to the flower circle as our family surrounded us in a circle.

I don't deserve you

I never felt a love strong enough to

Stop this world from spinning

Shantell’s POV

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate and witness the marriage of Shantell and Joshua. In planning this beautiful occasion, they emphasized to me that this wedding isn’t only about their connection but to celebrate the reconnection of their families as well as new beginnings,” he said as Josh smiled at his mom and mine.

“This circle we have formed here today represents an everlasting bond like Shantell and Joshua’s love. It can’t be broken, not by time, distance, or death. Shantell and Joshua opted to do their own vows and wanted to speak from their hearts. "Joshua take this ring and place it upon her finger,” the priest said as Josh he gave our son to Jimmy before grabbing the ring to place it on my finger.

“Shantell, with this ring I promise to always make our family's love and happiness my number one priority. I will dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. It will always be you and me baby. You are my forever person—my life, today and always.” Josh said his voice slightly breaking as he caressed my hand before I smiled at him wiping my tears.

Jey’s POV

“Now, Shantell place this ring upon Joshua’s finger,” the priest said passing her my wedding band.

“Joshua, with this ring, I promise to be your lover, companion and friend. Your partner in parenthood, your ally in the conflict even if I disagree. I’ll always be your #1 fan and your toughest opponent,” Shantell said as light laughter could be heard around us.

“Most importantly, I will be your person. Always know that there is nothing we can’t overcome as long as we have each other and our family. I am ready to face anything with you by my side. I promise to protect your heart and love you with everything in me until death do us part,” she smiled, reaching up wiping my tears as I kissed her hand.

“Can I please kiss her now?”, I asked just wanting to feel her in my arms. “Yes, you may kiss your bride,” the priest said as I gently swept Shantell up in my arms in a passionate kiss as our family and friends celebrated. “I love you so much,” I whispered as she moaned against my lips. “I love you more,” she whispered back, hugging me as I kissed her shoulder.

“May I present Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Fatu,” the priest announced as I held Shantell tight in my arms. “We did it, baby,” she whispered as I held her tighter. “We sure did,” I said as Jimmy leaned over, passing Joshua back to me as he reached for Shantell smiling. “Hey, mama missed you,” she whispered holding him close as we posed for the photographer.

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Jimmy’s POV

“Where did Shantell go?” Jey asked, getting antsy as mom had rushed her away to change clothes about 30 minutes ago.

“Sit here, and be patient Jey,” I said pushing him down in his seat. He always has to be in control, I hope that is something Shantell can break him of. I see his body still as Shantell came out and began dancing, doing her interpretation of the Hulu dance.

The flower crown mom had made brought out the colors in her new dress. She looked even more beautiful than before. I smiled as Trin came over and hugged me.

“Shantell is doing great,” she said as I nodded in agreement. “Your dance on our wedding day will always be my favorite though,” I whispered kissing her on the cheek.

“Aww, Jurdy stop making me cry,” she said wiping her fresh new batch of tears. “Girl, you been a bucket of water all day,” I said hugging her as she laid her head on my shoulder. “I’m just so happy,” she whispered as I held her tight. “I’m happy too Trin, really happy,” I assured her as we turned back to watch Shantell finish her dance.

Shantell’s POV

“You betta dance Mrs. Fatu,” Jey said as I smiled at him as I continued to dance for him. As I spun around my eyes met Sandra’s as she winked at me, nodding her head. Her approval motivated me, as I turned back around to finish the dance.

Hearing the applause when I finished made me feel accomplished, I had a hard time learning the dance, so this was a personal triumph for me. I saw my husband wiping his tears as he stood up walking towards me.

“You did that baby, it was beautiful,” Jey said taking me in his arm as I looked around for Solo. “What’s wrong?” Jey asked as I smiled at him. “I was trying to find Solo, I wanted to thank him for helping me,” I said honestly.

“Baby, Sofia, and Solo went upstairs if you get what I’m saying,” he said raising his eyebrow at me as I laughed, seeing Joe come over with Joshua. “We bout to take my lil nephew to bed, so get love Mama and Daddy,” he said smiling as I attacked his little cheeks with kisses.

“Good night, baby see you in the morning,” I whispered as Jey kissed the top of his head. “Night lil man, be good for Uncle Joe and Auntie Tangela,” he said as Joshua put his head on Joe’s shoulder.

“Ok, ya’ll have fun and we’ll see ya’ll tomorrow,” Joe said as I pouted watching them walk away. “Aww, mama cut the string, Uncle Joe got him,” my mom said hugging me as I sighed against her. “I know mama, it just gets hard to let him go. Thanks again for everything today,” I said honestly as she rubbed my back.

“I always got your back, everything was beautiful,” she whispered holding me tighter. “Well, what about your new son, I need love Jey,” said smirking at us as she waved him over laughing as he joined our hug.

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Solo and Sofia’s Hotel Room

Sofia’s Pov

“We missed the dance,” I breathed, lightly biting Solo’s neck. “Shantell will understand,” he moaned thrusting harder as I braced myself on the counter as he fucked me. “Fuck, I’m right there baby, don’t stop,” I moaned as I felt his hand tighten in my hair as he attacked my neck with kisses as he thrusted deeper.

“You know I love that barbaric shit,” I moaned, as he snatched me off the counter gripping my upper thighs, thrusting me up and down hard on his dick. “Yes! Make me scream!” I exclaimed as he sped up his thrusts.

“You gon’ give me another baby?" he asked growling in his throat as each stroke became more powerful and intense. “I’ll give you anything you want baby,” I whined as I felt my orgasm quickly approaching.

“Fuck! That’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” he whispered against my mouth never breaking his thrusts. “I want you to cum with me,” I moaned as we collapsed to the floor, my legs and pussy squeezing tighter around him as he trusted inside me with wild abandon.

Solo's POV

“Mmhmm, that pussy squeezing the fuck outta my dick,” I moaned in concentration as she bridged up slightly off the floor as I went deeper.

“Yes! That’s it!” Sofia exclaimed, struggling to meet my thrusts as I took her. “I love you,” she cried against my lips. “I love you too,” I groaned exploding inside of her, triggering her own orgasm as she came hard on my dick.

“Yeah, that’s it. Damn look at you,” I groaned looking down at Sofia riding her powerful orgasm, biting my lip in appreciation. We stayed unmoving for a few minutes trying to get ourselves together. “Uh, we made a mess,” she said blushing as I kissed her.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I love it, and you,” I moaned, kissing her before collapsing beside her, pulling her closer.

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Jey & Shantell's Honeymoon suite

Shantell’s POV

The build-up of not being with each other for two weeks was torture and we both wanted the night to be special as we stood in the middle of our suite trying to control their urges to just tear into each other.

My dress and undergarments fell quickly at my feet due to his masterful hands. Jey began touching my naked body as I took his shirt off, wanting, and pulling him closer as we finally kissed. The dimly lit room set the stage for a powerful dance that was about to ensue.

“Did you think when we first met, we would be here right now,” he asked honestly carrying me to the bed laying me down gently.

“No, I didn’t but I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I said as Jey began kissing my shoulder, gently exploring my body with his kisses and caresses. I ran my fingers through his hair arching my back, giving him better access to my neck.

“Shit, I want to do so much to you,” Jey moaned. Gasping against him, he took one of my nipples in his mouth gently sucking and biting the sensitive nub before moving to the other, giving it the same attention. Jey used his tongue, licking a path from my stomach to the top of my pelvis teasing me endlessly.

“Josh! Don’t tease me," I whined as he smirked at me. I struggled to breathe as I felt his breath against my inner thigh.

“I ain’t teasing you, I’m pleasing my wife. Can I do that?" he asked as his sexy deep voice made me shiver with anticipation.

Jey’s POV

“Yes! Please me,” Shantell moaned as I needed no further encouragement, I tasted her, gripping her hips as she moved against my mouth. “Mmhm, you taste so fuckin’ good,” I moaned lapping up her juices as I felt her fingers tangle in my hair. I continued my assault on her senses making love to her pussy with my mouth.

“I’m so close Josh,” Shantell moaned grinding her hips faster against my mouth as I welcomed her taking control. “Mmm, look at me baby,” I encouraged watching, and feeling her pleasure overtake her body. “Look at me Shantell,” I demanded as her eyes found mine. “Cum for me beautiful,” I whispered as I held her in place, fucking her with my tongue as she came.

Pushing herself into a sitting position, she took my face in her hands, pulling me on top of her, kissing me with all the power within her.

Her kisses invited the animal in me to explode as I grabbed her hands, pushing her back on the bed, entering her without hesitation. “Baby!” She screamed against my mouth as I had to stop for a second to gather myself “Shit, Daddy felt all that,” I groaned in pleasure, feeling her tighten around me, I could feel her next orgasm approaching fast.

“You ready to cum for me again baby?” I whispered now thrusting, setting my own pace. I lowered my head, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing her inside and out as she clawed at my back.

“Josh, wait I don’t want to cum yet,” she cried as I smirked against her chest before attacking her other breast with my mouth.

“Oh, yes you are, and it’s gon’ be better than the first,” I said as I felt her tightening even more around my dick. “Shantell! Fuck yea, squeeze daddy,” I encouraged. “Josh, go deeper and faster,” Shantell moaned in my ear, snaking her tongue out along my earlobe gently nibbling on my ear. Shantell’s POV

“Ah, fuck you know what that shit does to me. I love that it,” Jey confessed grunting placing one of my legs on his shoulder as he tilted his body to the side continuing to sink deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust.

“Oh! You fucker! I screamed as he groaned. “Yea, I know every spot, that gets that pussy wet as fuck,” he whispered thrusting harder. I began clawing at his stomach, lightly trying to push him away, as he grabbed my hands pinning them to the bed overpowering me.

“Baby, I ain’t ready,” I cried wanting to prolong our pleasure as long as possible. “Shit, don’t run, you said deeper,” he whispered thrusting deeper inside me as I writhed in pleasure beneath him.

“So, I’m goin' even deeper baby, take all this dick,” he moaned truly working me over. His words, and how he is dicking me down right now has me speechless.

“Are you gon’ take all this dick daddy givin’ you Shantell?” He questioned, panting never breaking his thrusts. “Yes, Daddy Ima’ take it all,” I cried as he took my mouth in a desperate kiss letting my arms go as I wrapped them around his neck pulling him closer.

“Just hang on and let go, baby. I got you, I promise,” he moaned out as my back arched against him. I felt the room spin, gently grazing my nails up his back, as I felt him shiver against me going deeper. Oh, don't stop, I groaned against his mouth.

“Shit, Shantell,” he groaned as he sped up his thrusts. I began to cry at the feeling of knowing this intimate memory would always stay with me, our first time as husband and wife.

Jey’s POV

“Don’t cry baby,” I whispered, wiping her tears as I kissed her gently. Her cries soon stopped and were then replaced with whimpers of need and pleasure. I knew she was close, and so was I. I placed one of my hands above her on the headboard, snapping my hips faster and harder into my wife. Fuck, I loved the sound of that, my wife.

“Shantell, you feel so good,” I boasted against her ear as her moans were making my dick even harder. “I love you, Josh,” she moaned as I felt the room getting smaller and smaller as we both went over the edge together.

Our loud pants were defining as I collapsed against her chest as she ran her fingers through my hair trying to calm ourselves.

“So how do you feel Mrs. Fatu?” I asked gently caressing her face truly just taking in her beauty in this moment. “I’m happier than you’ll ever know,” she whispered closing her eyes as I held her tighter.

“I promise, we gon’ always be happy baby, and I’ll never hurt you,” I whispered gently kissing her neck, pulling her closer as she dozed off.

Today was a new beginning, and I couldn’t wait for the journey with my amazing wife. Yea, it’s only up from here, it has to be I thought watching my wife sleep.

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The night will kill us

Sam Carpenter x Male Reader

Warning- Killing.

Request: Can you do sam carpenter x male reader (John wicks son). ghostface kidnaps reader to lure out sam carpenter (scream 6 ghost faces).

Sam and Tara were attacked by Ghostface, she didn't want to be alone. Sam has the key to your apartment, then Tara and Sam went inside. The puppy starts barking at them then it starts to growl.

“Since when he got a fucking dog!?” Tara yelled.

“I don't know! Y/n!” Sam yelled.

You walk out of your bedroom and you whistled. The puppy starts to run to you, then you bend down to pick up the puppy.

“What the fuck happened to you two!?” You asked.

They are covered in blood and injured.

“Ghostface attacked us. We didn't want to go to the hospital because the cops will question us” Sam said.

“We have a bad history with the cops,” Tara said.

“When did you get a puppy?” Sam asked.

“Oh, my dad somehow adopted a pit-bull puppy. I’m trying to figure out what to name him” You said.

You put the puppy down. The puppy starts to smell Tara and Sam's sneakers. Come back with clean pajama clothes and you gave it to them.

“There are clean towels and bathrobes in the bathroom,” You said.

Sam kissed you on the lips.

“Barf” Tara teased.

“Shut up,” Sam said.

Tara takes a shower first then Sam tells you what happened. You and Sam have been dating for a few months, you and Sam know each other secrets. Then Sam went to take a shower and you heat up the food for Tara.

“Your puppy is cute. Thanks for letting us stay here” Tara said.

“Thanks. I care about you and Sam” You said.

“Break my sister’s heart then I will stab you in the heart,” Tara said.

“I won't hurt her. But you do know I know to fight” You said.

“I don't care, I will still hurt you,” Tara said.

You and Tara start to eat together then you give the puppy a piece of chicken. Sam comes out of the bathroom and you give her food.

Later, Tara went to sleep in the guest room. The puppy is sleeping next to Tara, while Sam is in your bed.

“Sam?” You asked.

“Can you hold me?” Sam asked.

“Sure,” You said.

Sam lies her head on your chest and you hold her.

“Will my life be normal?” Sam asked.

“I don't know. I ask the same question too” You said.

Sam hasn't met your dad yet, but you told her what he does. She semi-gets up then she kissed you on the lips.

“I can't lose you, Y/n,” Sam said.

“I won't leave your side, ever,” You said.

“Good. And you are stuck with me, Y/n” Sam smiled.

“The other way around” You smiled.

You kissed her forehead and she smiled.

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Sam and Tara have been staying at your place for days. You don't mind the company and the puppy love playing with them. Tara has named him Tank, but you are not sure of the name. You help them put the clues together on the new killer.

“The killer knows everything about me and Tara,” Sam said.

“So that means, ghost face could come after me next,” You said.

“We won't let that happen,” Tara said.

“Cute. But I can fight, I have been fighting since I was five years old. My dad taught me how to use guns and weapons, I will be fine” You said.

“Karate doesn't count,” Tara said.

“I know, different fighting style besides karate. I can protect myself and ghost face doesn't scare me” You said.

Tara rolled her eyes at you and you did the same.

Later, Tara went out and you are in the kitchen. Sam hugged you on the side and she kissed your arm.

“Baby, what's wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing. I just like touching, my boyfriend” Sam said.

“I like it when my girlfriend touches me,” You said.

You turned around and you start to kiss her.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

Ghostface breaks into your apartment, but you got hit in the head and you passed out. Ghostface sent a text to Sam and she is speechless.

“Ghostface just kidnapped Y/n,” Sam said.

“What!?” Tara said.

Sam showed her the picture of you tied up. Then Ghostface called Sam and she puts it on speaker.

“If you want to see your idiot boyfriend then you will do what I say,” Ghostface said.

“I’m going to kill you, bastard!” Sam yelled.

“See you soon, Sam” Ghostface hangs up.

“We have to do something,” Tara said.

They get a text from Ghostface and it's the location of where to go. They take Danny’s car and Sam is driving very fast. They try to come up with a plan on what to do. You start to wake up and your head hurts.

“You are awake, Y/n” Ghostface said.

“You will pay for that,” You said.

“You are funny. But your girlfriend will miss you. You just had to ruin the plan and we have to take you out. No hard feelings” Ghostface said.

Ghostface was about to leave...

“Excuse me, Mr. Ghostface,” You said.

“What?” Ghostface said.

“I would let me go if I were you,” You said.

“And why is that?” Ghostface said.

“First of my girlfriend is the only one that ties me up and second off,” You said.

You show him your hands and the rope is on the floor.

“But how!?” Ghostface said in shock.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” You said.

Ghostface was going to stab you but you grabbed the knife. Then you punched Ghostface in the stomach, he lets go of the knife. Then you stabbed him in the stomach and you take off the mask.

“For hurting Sam and Tara, you will pay and anyone helping you,” You said.

You glared at Ethan then you pushed the knife deeper into his stomach. You pushed him to the ground then you start to stab him multiple times. He is bleeding out fast and you keep going...

“You are weak” You yelled.

His blood gets on your face and clothes. You are breathing hard then you slashed his neck.

You take off the outfit of his body and put it on. You leave the basement then you see Tara and Sam outnumbered, by two Ghostface and Wayne Bailey. You stand next to the killers.

“It had to come down to this,” Richie said.

He takes off the mask and smirked. Then Quinn takes off her mask and she smirks also, but she has her gun aimed at Tara.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“Everyone wants to know, why. The answer is simple, it's for revenge. Your family has ruined everything! You and Tara will pay for everything!” Wayne yelled.

You still have the mask on and you don't say anything for now.

“You are fucking sick!” Tara yelled.

“Shut up, bitch!” Quinn yelled at Tara.

“Don’t be shy, Ethan. They deserve to die and pay for what their father did” Wayne said.

“Oh, sorry Ethan is a little headless at the moment,” You said.

You take off the mask and everyone is in shock. You throw the knife into Quinn’s throat then you grabbed Wayne's wrist, and flipped him onto the ground. Sam grabbed the gun from Quinn and shot Richie in the head. Then you grabbed Wayne’s gun and shot him in the chest twice.

“Are you two okay?” You asked.

“We came to save you,” Sam said.

“I'm here to save you and Tara” You smiled.

“Oh god, don't kiss,” Tara said.

You leave with Tara and Sam then head home.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

Sam moved in with you into the new apartment. You have still your dad’s dog and Tara still calls him Tank. You and Sam finished unpacking boxes in the living room.

“That's it, everything is unpacked” Sam sighed in relief.

“Finally!” You smiled.

Sam wrapped her arms around you and starts to kiss you.

“You are amazing” You smiled.

“So, are you and I have a cute boyfriend” Sam smiled and then kissed you.

“Y/n, you should learn how to lock the door,” He said.

You turned around and it was your dad.

“Dad!” You smiled.

“Good to see you, son,” John said.

Your dad hugged you tight. Then you introduced him to your girlfriend and she is feeling nervous.

“Why you didn't tell me that he was coming over today?” Sam asked.

“I didn't call. I wanted to surprise him” John said.

“Sam and I just moved in together” You smiled.

You put your arm around her waist.

“I’m happy for you and Sam. I heard what happened, Y/n” John said.

“Don’t worry all is taken care of” You said.

“How about take you two out to eat? It's my treat” John said.

“That sounds great. Can you give us a moment?” Sam said.

She grabbed your hand and dragged you to the room.

“I really want to impress your dad, what should I know,” Sam said.

“Calm down, babe. Just be yourself and that's it. He is a chill guy and he loves dogs” You said.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked.

“Baby, I'm sure,” You said.

You kiss her head then you and Sam leave with your dad.

#sam carpenter imagine #sam carpenter x male reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #scream imagine #scream 6 imagines

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arc-misadventures · 11 months

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Swapped AU: how does Mrs Arc react to Rin having her grandchild as well as Jaune being the Rusted Knight when he next shows up?

You’re A Grandmother, Juniper

Jeanne: Okay, you ready to meet your mom team!

Nora: WHOO! Let’s go see mom!

Rin: Wait, what about your dad, and your brothers?

Jeanne: Yeah, and them too.

May: Don’t you want us to meet the rest of your family so they can hear the good news too?

Jeanne: No, not really.

May: Why not?

Jeanne: Well, I’m still angry at dad because he decided to beat the crap out of, Jaune.

May: He did what?

Jeanne: And, I’m angry at my brothers for not giving me an adorable, Adrian of my own.

May: Adrian, who’s, Adrian?

Jeanne: But, thanks to, Jaune, and Rinny here, I won’t have to worry about that~!

MNR: …

May: Babies?

Rin: Babies.

Nora: Babies.

May: Oh… Should I be worried now?

Rin: Why’s that?

May: Because now they’re going to expect me to have, Jaune’s babies too… And, I don’t want to have his kids, my boobs are as big as is, I don’t want them to get bigger then they start dripping milk!

Rin: Well, there is nothing saying you have to have anyone’s kids. And second, why are you singing out, Jaune to be the father in all of this?!

May: …

May: I refuse to say anything in fear I may incriminate myself.

Rin: What…?!

Nora: Hey, we never got to know why you pounce, Jaune, Rin?

Rin: Oh! Well… I-It’s because he’s sweet, caring, supportive, and loving. And, the fact that if he was here he would always being by my side showering me in unconditional love, and affection. And, he would be willing to put his life down on the line to protect me, and his child. How can’t you not fall for a man like him?

Nora: So, basically what, Jeanne already does for you, but he’s a guy instead of a girl. And, because of that he can give you something extra that, Jeanne could never give you?

Rin: …

Rin: Oh my gods, am I in love with, Jeanne too?

May: Those are all the reasons I like, Jeanne. W-Will I have a crush on, Jaune too…?

Jeanne: Well… If either of you two see him again, and are willing… give me more nieces, and nephews that I can spoil!

MNR: …

May: Are all, Arc woman baby crazed?

Rin: It would seems so…

May: Oh no…

Nora: …

Jeanne: So, May ready to meet your new mother?

May: I was, now I’m not so sure. Wait, why aren’t you saying that about all of us. Were you to already adopted, or something?

Jeanne: They were already adopted by my mother a while ago. I forgot because they haven’t been calling me sister, or anything. Sorry we forgot to mention that.

May: That’s okay. I always thought that the three of you did acted like a family. I just thought you were a closely knot team.

Rin: You wouldn’t have noticed unless we started calling, Jeanne, Onii-sama again. Which we can’t do…

Nora: It was fun calling her that.

May: Then why did you stop?

Rin: Simple: Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yes?

NR: Onee-Sama~!

Jeanne: Grk! Oh gods?! My heart! Its so precious…!

(Thud!)

Rin: That’s why…

May: Oh… Uhh… Is she okay…?

Nora: She’ll be fine!

Jeanne: …

MNR: …

Jeanne: …

Nora: Eventually…

~~~

(Knock, knock, knock!)

Jeanne: Mom! I’m home! And, I brought my team with me!

Juniper: Jeanne? Jeanne! Oh how’s my baby girl doing?

Jeanne: I’m fine mom. It’s so nice to see you! How have you been?

Juniper: Oh, i’ve been a little bored lately; Your father took the boys out on a father sons camping trip so I’ve been here all on my lonesome. But, look who showed up! All of my daughters! Come here girls!

Nora: Mom!

Juniper: Ahh, Nora how have you been, is school going well, have you been eating your vegetables?

Nora: Schools going fine! I get to hit all those mean bullies who made fun of, Jaune with my hammer just like I did with dad!

Juniper: That’s my girl~! Rin, give me a hug!

Rin: Hello, Mother. It’s nice to see you again.

Juniper: It’s so good to see you…? Oh, and who are you?

May: H-Hello, Ma’am. My name is, May Zedong. How do you do?

Juniper: Hello, May, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you another orphaned girl, Jeanne brought over for me to adopt?

May: Uhh… No. It’s not like that…

Juniper: Then what is it like?

Jeanne: Why don’t we all head inside, and talk about it?

~~~

Juniper: So… So why is, May here? I thought you would bring home that, Pyrros fellow?

Jeanne: Uhh no… We booted him from our team…

Juniper: Really? That’s a pity, I would have liked to meet him. And, break his spine…

Nora: NICE!

Jeanne: Pyrros was being rather… forceful towards some of us. So we voted to have him removed from out team. So, we replaced him with this lovely lady here~!

Juniper: And, are you three truly happy with her?

Nora: May is awesome! She’s got a really cool gun, and she can hit stuff from really far away! And, she loves pancakes!

Rin: She is a calm, and detail oriented person. Her skills as huntress are well trained, and thought out. She has been an excellent addition to the team.

Jeanne: I’ve never been more happy~! May is kind, caring, cute; even thou her eye is all scared, and damaged it is beautiful, just like her~!

Juniper: Oh my, is that a blush I see~?

May: N-N-No! No it isn’t!

Juniper: Well, I’m glad to see you’re all happy together.

Jeanne: Yeah… S-Speaking of being together… Mom there’s something I need to tell you…

Juniper: And, that is?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Mom! I asked, May to marry me!

Juniper: What…?

May: And, I said yes!

Juniper: WHAT?!

Jeanne: I love, May! She’s all those things we said about her, and more! She has an adorable little snort when she laughs. She gives the most comfortable, and reassuring hugs imaginable. And, a rack that rivals mine! I love her, a-and I wanted her to stay in my life for as long as I’m alive.

May: I do have a chest that rivals, Jeanne, and while many people, stared in perverse delight at them whenever the banding slipped; Man, and woman. Jeanne was the only one who helped me dress myself, and get some new bras that could contain them. She’s the only one who’s comforted me when I was sad, the only one who didn’t make fun of me for my scar. I was alone before I met, Jeanne… I never want to be alone again.

Juniper: You two are serious about this? This isn’t some spur of the moment idea you’ve had because of all the crap the boys at, Beacon have been giving you now isn’t it?

Jeanne: Absolutely not! Well… Kinda… those boys gave put me of immature brats like them… But, not men in general.

Juniper: Then I just have one question?

Jeanne: And, that is?

Juniper: You going to put a ring on that finger, or what?

Jeanne: Definitely! Actually, I was going to give her grandmothers old engagement ring she gave me. The blue matches your eye~!

May: It does?

Jeanne: Yeah, you’re going to love it.

Juniper: Then I’m okay with it. As long as you two are happy, I am happy.

Jeanne: Oh! Thank you, Mom!

May: Thank you, Mrs. Arc.

Juniper: Oh none of that, call me, Mom.

May: Thank you, Mom.

Juniper: Ahh~! Four daughters to call me mom. This is a wonderful feeling. Now I just need a few adorable grandchildren I can spoil. You think with seven sons I would have at least one grandchild, useless boys…

Jeanne: Actually, Mom there’s one more thing we need to talk about.

Juniper: Oh, and that is?

Jeanne: Well you see…?

Rin: Jeanne, I’m the one who needs to explain this.

Jeanne: Okay.

Rin: A few days ago, another, ‘Swap’ happened, and I was left alone in our dorm room with an older, Jaune.

Juniper: Older? Aren’t you two the same age, Jeanne.

Jeanne: He fell into the, Ever After, and he travelled back in time, and was stuck there for a few… decades…

Juniper: Decades? Wait, Ever After? From the children’s story?

Jeanne: That’s the one.

Juniper: That’s a real place?

Jeanne: Yes it is. And, while, Jaune was there… he became the, Rusted Knight.

Jeanne: The Rusted Knight? Seriously?

Rin: Here, I have a photo of him.

Juniper: Oh my…

Rin: Yeah… He was quite rugged~!

Juniper: His beard is rather unkempt, but it’s quite fetching. Far better than the one your father ever had.

Rin: Y-Yeah it was… A-Anyway… When he appeared it was just the two of us… and, I… and, I…

Nora: Totally boned him!

Rin: Nora!

Nora: What, it’s true! You were going to tell her anyway. Why, were you going to say you fucked him?

Rin: NORA!

Juniper: Okay… Good for you, Rin… I’m confused, why are you telling me this; Do you seriously think I want to know about my kids sex life.

Rin: No… But, I did it for a very important reason…

Juniper: And, that is…?

Rin: T-To have his babies…

Juniper: D-Did you just say what I thought you said…?

Rin: Mom… I’m pregnant.

Juniper: F-For real…?

Rin: I can take a test if you want me to. But, yes, I’m pregnant.

Juniper: …

Juniper: You’re pregnant…

Rin: Yes… I’m pregnant.

Juniper: That means grandchildren…

Rin: Yes, it does…?

Nora: Uhh…? Is, Mom okay?

Juniper: Grandchildren~!

May: Uhh… Is everything okay?

Juniper: Grandchildren~!!!

Jeanne: Oh no…!

Juniper: (A deep inhale.)

Jeanne: Everyone cover your ears!

Juniper:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(SHATTER!)

May: Good gods?!! My ears, my fucking ears!

Jeanne: She broke all the glass?! How the hell did she do that?!

Rin: WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU?!!

Nora: AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!

Juniper: Ahhh, finally grandbabies~!

Jeanne: So, what do you think of my mom, May?

May: Now is not the time for sex, Jeanne?!

Jeanne: What?!

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spicywhenspeaking · 6 months

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Lost & Found : Noah x Reader OneShot

you're surprising your husband Noah while he's on tour! It's literally just porn 😀 because I wanted to practice writing so MINORS DNI

warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), oral (f/m receiving), throat fucking 🙈, umm creampie? How much are supposed to put in here, whiny Noah, men begging, two hot people in love.

this is a work of fiction!!!!

I also used promt 76&97 from here! And if you like it feel free to request more! 🫶🏻

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Trying to keep this a surprise has been virtually impossible, keeping Noah in the dark for weeks about my plan to come and surprise him while Bad Omens was touring in Europe took every trick in the book.

“Oh I have no idea why my location isn't working right now babe, you know I'm so technology-challenged.” I lie. “I’m so lost with this stuff when you're gone, I'll try to fix it soon” I reassure him as I'm racing around our house packing my bag because my flight leaves in 3 hours and of course, I'm running late. “I’m lost without you too baby, I miss you so much, when are you coming out to join us?” He asks and I can hear the sadness in his voice. “Soon my love, I promise” We say our goodbyes and I pack the last of my stuff racing out the door to catch my Uber to the airport.

I’ve been coordinating with the Nicks and Jolly while planning so they have a spare key waiting for me at the hotel they're staying at so I can sneak into Noah’s room before they get back from their show.

For some reason I’m nervous, I have no idea why. Why am I nervous to surprise my husband on tour? It’s like that gitty first-date nervousness. I’m just so excited to see him again, smell him, feel his arms around me and I really, really, really miss having sex. I had to stay back for the first 4 weeks of their European tour because my sister needed help with her kids and I needed to be there for her. Now that she’s doing better I can go join him and I’m so excited. He thinks I’m staying back for an extra two weeks to help my sister but that was another lie. The flight goes by faster than I expected and soon I’m in another Uber heading to the hotel.

I approached the front desk and tell them I was picking up a key that should have been left for Mrs.Davis.

“Ah, yes, Mrs. Davis right here” The receptionist hands me the key card and directs me to the elevator.

“Thank you!” I say, waving and turning towards the elevators.

I get to the room and head inside, Noah is relatively clean so there’s just an opened suitcase on the desk, but the room was cleaned earlier so the bed is made.

I set my suitcase down and take out the things I need to shower. I want to scrub the scent of travel off of me before Noah gets me back. If my timing is right I should have another hour or so before they get back. I jump into the shower and wash off with the body wash I know Noah likes, jasmine and white tea, fresh and sweet. Finishing up I wrap myself in a towel and dry off my hair. I slather on some lotion and slide into my red lace lingerie set that drives him crazy. The garters hug my thighs deliciously, the color popping against my alabaster skin that's slowly becoming covered in more tattoos.

Now I’m just playing the waiting game, I get a text from Folio that they were twenty minutes away from the hotel. My heart is beating so fast, I am so excited to see Noah, I'm laying on the couch waiting, starting to feel a little awkward when I hear the door ping from the key card swiping to unlock. I sit up and move to spread myself across the bed, my head resting in one hand with the other propped on my hip. The door opens and closes and I hear him whistle to himself as he walks down the short hallway towards the bed. He comes into view, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees me, and then he tosses his stuff on the ground and throws himself on the bed wrapping his arms tightly around me. “Oh my god, you're here” he mumbles into my hair “You're here, you're real and you're here” he pulls back to hold my head in between his hands. He leans down, and kisses me, moving his lips hungrily against mine seeking entrance into my mouth quickly moving from a gentle kiss hello to a passionate tangle of tongues. “I can't believe you're here” he pants in between kisses “I missed you so much” his hands are moving all over my body “God, you're so soft” he pulls away and looks down to admire my lace-clad body “fuck, you're killing me here” he whispers in a hoarse voice as his hips press into my side and I feel the hard outline of his cock. I reach my hand down to press against his solid erection and feel the wet spot growing on the outside of his thin sweatpants.

“Do I really turn you on that much?” I ask him seductively. “You don’t even fucking know” he responds and dives towards my chest, nipping and sucking at my skin, a moan escapes my mouth when his hand kneads my breast and tweaks my hardening nipple “Ah, Noah, I missed you too” I gasp out. “Mmm, yes, say my name again,” he pants, “please Baby, I need to hear your voice” his voice comes out in a whine. “Mmmm, Noah, Noah, Noah, I missed you so much, my Noah” I graze my hands across his cheek and stare into his beautiful brown eyes, and brush my lips against his. “I missed you so much,” I say to him warmly “I need you so badly” I take his hand and place it against my warming core. “Please Noah, I need you to touch me.”

His hand cups my sex and a wicked smile spreads across his face, wiggling his fingers her purrs “Wow baby, crotchless panties, you really missed me.” His index finger slides in between my folds and he groans “You're so fucking wet” he puts his finger in his mouth and sucks the evidence of my arousal off of his fingers. He sighs “Fuuuck, I missed the way you taste, I can’t believe I survived these last weeks without you.” Noah kisses me again, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my body, stopping to lick and bite down on my peaked nipples. I’m moaning softly as he continues down towards the apex of my thighs, grasping my thighs and pulling them apart until he’s face to face with my aching pussy. “Oh I missed this,” he says and then licks a line straight up the center and circles his tongue around my clit.

“Oh, fuck” I moan out loud as he sucks and tongues at my pulsing core, my hand reaches down to tangle in his hair keeping him in place while I grind against his talented mouth shamelessly. He takes two fingers and pushes them into me as he continues sucking relentlessly at my clit, my orgasm is close, I feel it burning in my belly and when he looks up at me through his long lashes and says “Please baby, I need to hear you cum” he says and I throw my head back and cry out in ecstasy. He withdraws his fingers and crawls back up to kiss me sharing the taste of my climax. I use the kiss as a distraction and flip us over so my legs are resting on either side of his hips and I can grind my bare pussy against his still-clothed cock. “Fuck baby, you're so beautiful like this” he reaches up to cup my breasts and plays with my nipples, pinching and leaning up to suck them again. I reach down to grab the hem of his shirt and help to remove it “You're wearing too many clothes” I tell him. “I want to feel you against me.”

Moving down his body I take the waistline on his pants and pull them down to his mid-thigh, exposing the hard outline and wet spot growing on his tight black boxer briefs. I bend down to lick at the head of his cloth-covered dick and he bucks his hips at the feeling “Ah, fuck baby, mmmm yes, can I have your mouth? Please?” he begs. I nod my head and grasp his briefs and pull them down to his sweatpants seeing his large erection springs free and pearls of precum leak down the tip. I quickly lick it up and start gently sucking at the head. Noah is whining and holding my hair back so he can get a full view of my ministrations. I start to take more of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat to make room for his full length and his hips thrust forward slightly and my eyes widen as I try not to gag. I tap his hip with my hand and nod, letting him know it's okay, he starts up again slowly fucking into my mouth and moaning “Oh, fuck yeah baby, missed you so much. Missing your hot mouth, and your tight pussy, mmmm can't wait to fuck you” he’s moving faster hips pumping back and forth as his cock hits the back of my throat and my eyes fill with tears threatening to spill and my pussy throbs with need. He pulls my mouth off of him with a gasp “Ah, too much. Want to cum inside you” he says out of breath. “Get up on the bed” he commands and I scramble to get up to lay my head back on the pillow while he stands up to take his pants off fully and then adjusts to settle between my legs. He grabs my thighs and pulls me so my pussy is resting against him, I feel his cock against me and begin to grind down on it looking for any type of friction. “I’ve got you baby” he takes himself in his hand and rubs the tip against my cunt, spreading my wetness around and coating his cock with it before slowly placing the tip against my entrance and moving in. While he's pushing to be fully seated inside our eyes are locked together and we're both moaning at the feeling of finally being back together. “Fuck Noah, I missed you so much”

“I missed you more,” he says, emphasizing each word with a shallow thrust.

Noah and I like to fuck in all types of ways, but after so long apart all I want is to be held in his arms a fucked tenderly. I know there will be plenty more chances tonight for rougher sex. But, for now, he holds me close and fucks into me at a slow tempo, each thrust pushing me closer to my second orgasm of the night, he reaches down and moves his fingers in slow circles around my swollen clit. “I want to feel you cum on my cock baby and then I'm going to fucking fill you up” his thrusts speed up slightly and my climax is reaching its peak, one last thrust, hitting just the right spot, and I'm calling out his name and milking his release. He finishes with a whimpering moan and collapses against me, kissing any skin he sees and softly saying “I love you so much baby, such a good girl for me.” I run a soothing hand down his back and tell him that I love him too and that I’m so happy that I’m back in his arms.

“I missed you so much baby, this is the best surprise ever.” We cuddle in each other's arms for a while longer and then I feel him stirring again when he looks up and gives me a devilish smile. “Round 2?”

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Don't Hurt Yourself Part 2

AN: hehehe yall ain't ready for this one but.... let's goooooo 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: After your family and friends learn about what Jack did to you at the baby shower for your little girl they give him absolute hell

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife! Reader

Please do not repost my content anywhere

Read Part 1 so you know why we all want to beat Jackman's ass 🙃

After you threw your necklace and wedding ring at Jack, you ran off into the house followed by Bianca, your mom, your sister, and Maggie.

Clay was the first to speak and was looking at his older brother in disbelief. The disappointment was evident on his face.

As much as Jack would talk about you and how he wanted to marry you was baffling to him, because what would he cheat on you for?

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

"I.. umm.."

"Damn, I told Y/N earlier how if you messed up to come and find me but got damn Jack. Like... how you do your girl like that? YOUR WIFE? Her best friend though? Come on now man." Druski asked while trying to make sense of everything.

At this point no one could.

"But while she was pregnant? It's already bad enough you cheated, but she's carrying your child." Megan muttered before deciding to go and check on you to see if she could do anything to ease the pain she knew you were feeling.

Just then Jack made eye contact with your older brother who had his jaw clenched sitting next to your father.

He knew his ass was in for it now.

Not even two seconds later your brother ran towards him and before anyone could catch him, he sent a punch flying to the left side of Jack's face.

"Oh FUCK!"

Meanwhile in the house, your mom, Maggie, Bianca, Meg, and your sister Vanessa were trying to get you to calm down so that you wouldn't put yourself or your little one in distress.

"Sweetie, you need to breathe. Otherwise you're going to cause yourself to have a panic attack." Maggie pleaded while looking at you concerned.

Just about everyone knew about your panic attacks so it wasn't a secret. However, when you and Jack first started dating, they occurred less and less often. Who would've thought that the one person that always kept you calm had now sent you into panic mode.

"I'm trying.... it's just hard for me to catch my breath."

"It's going to be okay. You and the baby are going to have the best support system. You'll get through this."

"But... I don’t want to get through this. I want my husband. He always made me feel safe and that we could get through anything that life threw at us. I just want to have that feeling back." You replied as tears cascaded down your face. You had held them in long enough.

"I love him so so so much and I... why would he do this?"

Your mom wrapped her arm around you as you laid your head on her shoulder.

"No one can answer that but him. However, I didn't raise him to be like that. I can't even tell you how disappointed I am with him."

"I already know they are tearing his ass up outside." Meg added while handing you another tissue.

"Well whatever he has coming to him, he deserves it."

The front door opened and Neelam walked in with both of her hands filled with gifts.

"Sorry, I'm late mamas. My flight was delayed and it was a whole hot mess but.."

She set the gifts down when she noticed you were crying.

"What the hell did he do?"

You didn't even have a chance to answer her when you heard footsteps quickly approaching the living room and looked up to see Urban in a panic.

"Uhh, Y/N, your brother may or may not be kicking your husband's ass right now."

"Wait, what?"

You made a motion to stand up but was softly pressed back down by your mom and Maggie.

"We'll handle it. You stay here with Neelam, Vanessa, Megan, and Bianca."

You quickly nodded as Neelam took the place of Maggie once she got up.

"Sweetheart, what happened? I already have a feeling I'm going to have to kill Jack but I at least need to know what for."

You remained quiet and Vanessa spoke up for you.

"He's been cheating on her with Melanie for six months."

"Wait, WHAT? Your best friend Melanie? And the entire time you were pregnant?"

You simply nodded as the tears started to flow once again.

"Oh, sweetheart I am so so so sorry."

Neelam proceeded to give you a hug and the tears started to flow even more.

She was the entire reason that you and Jack were together.

She saw the way he kept looking at you from afar and had given him the courage that he needed to pursue you.

No one ever thought in a million years that this would happen to one of the most beloved couples in Hollywood.

But, here we are.

Once everything had finally gotten settled, it was only Maggie and Jack left in the backyard. It was now around 6 pm. It took Clay, Urban, Druski, 2fo, and Sunni to get your brother off of Jack. They were sitting across from one another in silence and Maggie had a look of disappointment on her face while Jack was trying to do anything and everything except look at his mother.

"Jackman Thomas..."

"Yes ma'am?"

Jack was currently sporting a busted lip along with a knot on the side of his head. Courtesy of your big brother.

"I don't even know where to begin.."

"Ma..."

"STOP." She held up her hand instantly making him go quiet.

"I raised you better than this. The last thing I ever thought would happen would be you cheating on Y/N. And the fact that she's pregnant too? With Melanie at that? What were you thinking? Better yet, you weren't thinking at all."

"I wasn't.. and I don't know what I saw in her."

"Me either. You always said how Y/N was everything you ever wanted and she was your soul mate. Is this how we treat our soul mates?"

"No..."

"She should divorce you."

Jack's eyes went wide as he was now playing with your necklace and wedding band set you threw at him earlier.

The chain was now broken because of the force you used to tear it off your neck.

"But..."

"No Jackman. You did her wrong and you deserve to suffer the consequences. So, when your little girl grows up could you imagine her husband doing this to her?"

"No, I would..."

"Exactly. So why did you do that to someone else's baby girl?"

He didn't have an answer.

"Pack a bag because you're staying with me. Everyone wants to murder you but since you're my child I've decided not too. Give Y/N some space."

"But she's pregnant, I can't leave her here by herself."

"You weren't concerned about her being pregnant when you were with her best friend. Besides she won't be by herself."

As much as Jack didn't want to leave, he had to give you your space. He had a lot to think about and a lot of work to do if he planned on getting that necklace around your neck and ring back on your finger.

Everyone made sure that the two of you didn't cross paths as Jack packed a bag in order to stay with his parents.

Bianca, Vanessa, Neelam, and your mom volunteered to stay with you even though you were trying to convince them that you would be okay by yourself.

Even though you knew for a damn fact that you wouldn't be.

You had taken a shower and was now back sitting on the couch as Neelam and Bianca brought in the last of the gifts from outside to put in your baby girl's room.

You had to keep yourself occupied so that you wouldn't dwell on the events that happened today so you decided to take down your faux locs and have Vanessa help you wash it and do a different style for you tomorrow.

You were getting close to the back of your hair when your phone went off.

It was Jack's ringtone alerting you that he sent a text.

Hubby- Please don’t ever think for a second that I don't love you because I do. I know I hurt you and I don't know why I did what I did. I'm going to fix this for you and our daughter.

You debated on if you should even answer him. Twenty minutes had passed before you started to type.

You- I threw the ring at you for a reason.

Hubby- Baby please don't do this.

You- You brought this on yourself. Our daughter and I will be just fine.

Hubby- at least give me a chance to fix this.

You- My heart has been shattered by you. Seems as if it will cause me more harm to pick up the pieces and fix it than to let it be. Go back to Melanie since that's what you've been doing this whole time.

Hubby- She'll never be you

You- And don't I fucking know it but apparently you didn't. Me and my daughter are going to sleep. Good night.

You weren't in fact going to sleep, but you were done having this conversation.

That was when you decided to put your phone on DND so you could finish your hair without being interrupted.

You could tell that the little one was awake because she kept kicking and it felt like she was practicing for the circus.

She always increased the kicks when Jack was around.

If she heard his voice, put his hand on your stomach, or even embraced you, she began to kick.

She was definitely going to be a daddy's girl.

There was no way in the world that you would ever keep them from each other and you just hoped that they would have a close relationship like you had with your father.

You also prayed that when she got older that she never found out about this.

Vanessa came to sit next to you and start on the other side of your hair. She worked in silence because she didn't even know what to say at this point to comfort you. You were her little sister and she would always protect you. But this was one thing that she couldn't protect you from.

"Y/N...."

"Yeah, Nessa?"

"If you want me to cut his dick off just say the word."

This made you laughed as you were finishing taking out another loc.

"I just... never thought I would be in a position like this."

"I know. But, you have a little girl depending on you now and that's where you need to put all your energy." Vanessa replied and you were met with a series of kicks as you placed your hand on her stomach.

"She's going to be good."

"No, the both of you are going to be good."

Jack was going through it.

It had been about a week since the entire ordeal happened and the first thing he did was cut all ties to Melanie.

He still remembers the look of disappointment upon his mother's face.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was disappoint his parents.

But he not only did that, but disappointed you at the same time.

At one point Melanie was trying to plead with him that now they could be together without you getting in the way but he quickly shut that down.

"One thing I know for a fact is that you'll never be on the same level as my wife."

She didn't take too well to that.

He was trying to keep himself distracted the best way he could when he decided to text Neelam to check up on you.

He knew better than to text you directly since all that would probably happen is you reading it and proceeding to ignore him.

Jack- Hey Neelam

Neelam- She’s fine, your daughter is fine

Jack- thank you

Neelam- I should kill you 😡

Jack- you and everyone else 😔

Neelam- no you don't get to use the sad face emoji. you did this shit. you ruined your marriage.

Jack- you don't need to remind me

Neelam- obviously someone does. I literally cannot believe you.

Jack- what am I going to do if she decides to divorce me?

Neelam- sign the damn papers

Jack- NEELAM! I can't let that happen

Neelam- should've thought about that before putting your dick in places it didn't belong

Jack- I literally cannot see myself being with someone else

Neelam- did you seriously just say that? 🤔

Jack- you know what I mean!

Neelam- I clearly do not because you were in fact with someone else. HER BEST FRIEND.

Jack- I didn't text you to be yelled at

Neelam- if you think I'm yelling now, just wait until I see you in person for your next appearance. Leave her to heal and keep your distance. I doubt you'll see her until she gives birth.

Jack- that's three months away! 😳

Neelam- you made this decision so you have to deal with the consequences. it's late so try and sleep.

Jack- easier said than done

Once he stopped texting Neelam, he started going through his photos.

They were mostly of the both of you.

First date, the date where he asked you to be his girlfriend, first time he took you to Louisville, when he proposed, the wedding pictures, and he finally landed on the video where you found out you were pregnant. He could hear his voice as the camera was turned on you.

"Stink, I'm nervous. What if it's negative?"

"Then we try again smush. That's the best part anyway."

You rolled your eyes before laughing at how silly your husband was.

"Go on babe, go look."

You walked closer to the bathroom counter and took a deep breath before picking up the test. Once you did, your eyes got wide.

"Smush, what's it say?"

"Looks like you're earned the title of daddy."

"You already call me that though."

"Jackman!"

The video ended with Jack setting his phone down, picking you up, and planting kisses all over your face.

"She's going to have the best parents any little girl could ask for." Was the last thing Jack heard before his eyes started to water.

He only had himself to blame.

But, he was determined to make this right.

His wife and his daughter were depending on him.

Just then his phone began ringing and recognized the number as being Melanie's.

He rolled his eyes but answered anyway.

"What do you want? I told you to stop calling me."

"I didn't want to but.... I think I'm pregnant."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

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We're A Family Part 6 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Good morning. I have not slept yet. Why I do not know lol But alas...I bare you this with many an answered question and some disgustingly adorable fluff.

Enjoy! <3

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, and slight angst, Some complex emotions here with the reader feeling overwhelmed. Minimal Charlie drama. Um, I think that's it.

Word Count: 3553

Kierra rubs you back as you lean over the crib you two had been looking at.

“Sweetie, it’s ok.”

“I know. I just…walking into the office and saying ‘paternity’… watching their faces as they poked them… It feels wrong.”

“It’s not wrong, Y/N. What is wrong is charging $800 for a crib.” You laugh as she flashes you the price tag and pushes you forward to the next one. Your eyes flick to Steve who’s across the store with Dylan looking at baby clothes.

Someone suddenly bumps into your side and you immediately apologize, closing your mouth when you see who it is.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I really didn’t…”, Vivian stumbled over her words.

“No, um, it’s fine.”

She smiles looking at the items in her hands before quickly hiding them. “I’m not…I swear…my sister is pregnant so we’re getting stuff for the baby shower.”

“We?”

“Well look at you, Y/N.” You roll your eyes as Charlie comes into view. “I heard a rumor you were pregnant but I didn’t believe it.”

“Yup. Because what man would want to make love and start a family with me?!”

His eyes narrowed at your sarcastic tone. “Your lawyer talk to you yet?”

“Charlie! To what do we owe the pleasure?” Eddie came up beside you and your sister as he politely nods a hello to Vivian.

��As you can see, I’m talking to Y/N here.”

“And as you can see this isn’t a courthouse and your lawyers aren’t here so feel free to be on your way.”

“Ok. Alright now.” Steve came from behind your ex and stepped between them making you panic as you looked around for Dylan. His little eyes met yours from his place behind Vivian and your heart broke. “Let’s not do this in the middle of a baby supply store in front of Dylan.”

Charlie searched for him, beaming down at the boy. “Hey Dil. How are you doing, kid?”

Vivian called after him as he ran in the opposite direction and you disconnected from the group to follow him. You found your son sitting on a piece of display furniture with his head hung down to his chest. Pulling over a rocking chair, you sit beside him as you lightly rock back and forth.

“When you were a baby, we had a chair kind of like this one, and every time you cried, one of us would hold you as we rocked. It worked every time. No one believed me either! ‘Every time? No way!’”

You smiled at him as you noticed him doing the same.

“I would do that now but I don’t think with my belly the three of us could fit up here.”

Dylan glanced at you as he took in the chair you were sitting in before scooting over and patting the seat beside him. As soon as you sat down, he curled up into your side as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing his head to your chest. Pushing off on your toes, you rocked the seat you both were in as the boy started to cry.

“I know, baby. I know.”

Kierra sits in the chair beside you, looking at you both with empathetic eyes. “They left…without incident and, um, the boys bought one of the cribs I told them you said you like so…they are taking it to the car and then bringing it around since it started to rain.”

“Thank you. Come on, weirdo. Let’s go home.”

#############

“I wish you had told me about this relationship, Y/N.”, Lidia sighed as she chugged the glass of whiskey Steve had brought to her. “I mean, this entire thing is bullshit anyway.” She holds up the court documents for emphasis before sliding them across the table. “This environment is way better for him than his fathers.”

“What does she do?”, Eddie asked.

“Right now, nothing. Just focus on your pregnancy and we’ll go from there. I imagine after she gets here, they’ll focus more on time and money when it comes to Dylan and the three of you.”

Their eyes followed you as you slowly rose from the table and without saying a word headed up the stairs. After your lawyer left, they found you in the baby’s room, sitting against the wall as you began assembling her crib.

“Honey…” Steve descended to the floor as Eddie followed. You continued the task in front of you as tears gradually began to fall. One of the pieces you were holding wouldn’t connect with its corresponding part making you frustrated as you slammed them to the ground in anger. The man pushed them to the side as he tried collecting you in his arms.

“No! No. Just… no.”

“Ok. That’s okay, baby.” Your phone in the bedroom began to ring and Eddie quickly got to his feet to see who it was. “We’re right here. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Um…it’s the doctor’s office.” Eddie’s eyes met Steve’s, unsure of what he should do.

“Y/N, we’re going to turn on the speaker and you just talk.”

You nodded as the metalhead got back down, holding the phone between you three.

“Hey, Y/n!”, the doctor greeted in a happy tone. “How are you and Aurora feeling?”

“We’re alright. Just exhausted.”

“I can imagine. Well, I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to tell you that the paternity test did come back at about 97% probability. When it comes to pre-birth tests, depending on the number, sometimes I suggest another after the baby is born but I don’t see any reason here. It seems Edward Munson is little Aurora’s biological father.”

Eddie exhaled heavily as he dropped the phone to the floor.

“Hey doc, this is Steve. Thanks for giving us a call. We’ll call you back tomorrow if we have any more questions.” Before the man could say anything, Steve hung up the phone. “What’s going on, guys. What are we feeling?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His large palms reached over to cup your face. “Y/N, listen to me. This changes absolutely nothing. She is OURS. Mine and Eddie’s. I love her with every fiber of my being and I love you to.”

The metalhead wiped his eyes before extending his arms, pulling you into a hug. “Thank you.”

You lean back, looking at him with total confusion. “I just… I spent most of my life being called trash. The only other girl we were serious with said she never wanted to have any of my kids. I was so sure she was Steve’s. It never even really sunk in that biologically she could be mine. I…I never thought this would ever happen for me…to have a little me running around.”

He pulled your lips to his and you allowed it as you kissed him back.

“I’m sorry for…me.”, you laughed as you explained. “The other day with Charlie in the baby store, just seeing my son so heartbroken… and then this custody bullshit. I don’t want to put him through that. I’m tired of him and you guys always…fighting. Dylan fighting to have the dad he wants from Charlie and you two always fight for me when it comes to him, Steve’s dad, my mom. Add in this…”, you gesture to your phone. “It killed me watching you take that test. I feel like the four of us haven’t had any time to breathe since I got pregnant. I feel like we aren’t as happy as we used to be.”

##########

“Um, where are we going?”, you scanned outside your window when you realized Steve wasn’t headed back home.

“You’ll see.”

You knew that grin. He and Eddie were definitely up to something. “Weirdo, do you know what they are up to?”

“Uh, no. Not this time.”

“Excuse me, sweetheart. The child isn’t always the brain trust of our mischievous deeds.” You giggle as you lean back in your seat and accept your fate.

As Steve pulls into a parking lot, Eddie points to the building. “Kid, what does that say?”

“Hawkins Ak-war-e-um?”

The metalhead grinned as he ruffled his hair, your head whipped around to look at them. “Hawkins Aquarium?”

The other man smiled as he got out of the car, running around to help you out on your side. “We thought you were right. The four of us haven’t gone out to have some fun in a while.”

Dylan’s eyes grew as you guys stepped inside, taking in all the gigantic tanks around him. He gripped your hand and pulled you further inside as the guys lingered back to pay.

“Wow. I never would have guessed Hawkins had anything like this.”

“Honestly, we didn’t either. A quick google search informed me otherwise.”, Steve smiled. Eddie lightly pushed your son and both boys ran down a long hallway. “Jesus, I’m telling you, honey. We’re going to have three kids in the house.”

You playfully slap his chest as you two follow after them. “Steve? How, um, how are you really feeling about…everything with Aurora?”

His fingers intertwine with yours as he sighs. “Y/N, I meant what I said the other day. She’s both of ours and I still love her. Now that we know, at least next time, we can use my… you know.”

You giggle up at him as he blushes. “Mr. I talk dirty in bed can’t say the word sperm?”

“Yeah, yeah. Calm down.” Steve’s smile grows as he leans down to kiss your lips. “Plus, did you see how happy Eddie was? Fucking Emily and his parents made him think anything from the Munson gene would be garbage.” His nostrils flare as he shakes his head.

You watch as the metalhead lifts Dylan into his arms as they point at the glass. “Mom, look.”

A whine escapes your lips as you notice a shark swim by. “Ew. What was that?”, Eddie laughed.

“I don’t like sharks. My dad showed us Jaws at the wrong age.”

“Jaws. With the fake ass, mechanical shark?”

“I know. It doesn’t even look real.”, Dylan giggles.

You turn to glare at Steve with a joke-filled annoyed face. “So, yeah, I told Robin he might be too young but she insisted it wasn’t scary. He did fine though!”

“Oh my god. You two are the worst.”

“Me?! Why am I being lumped in with him?”, Eddie whines.

“Because! I’m sure you did something. I know it.”

###############

After you guys got home the boys announced they had one more surprise, demanding you and Dylan close your eyes as they guided you both up the stairs.

“Ok, you two, open ‘em.”

Your jaw dropped as your son gasped in excitement. Eddie and Steve had led you into the baby’s now finished room. They had completed painting the walls a light shade of pink before lining it with different mementos of the family. By her completely assembled crib, hung the Corroded Coffin banner you remembered had previously hung in Eddie’s room at the trailer. Along the other walls were posters for movies Steve had actually seen including The Princess Bride and Sleeping Beauty.

Next to a bookshelf in the corner, they had painted a simplified version of the Hogwarts logo from Harry Potter along with every family member name and the house they belonged to according to Dylan. Inside the shelf itself, there were books and photos of the entire family including Kierra, Wayne, and Robin. In another corner, boxes were leaning against the wall.

“Yeah, we haven’t gotten to set those up yet. That’s, uh, changing table and a rocking chair, I believe. Kid said we had to get a chair like that.” Dylan beamed up at Eddie as he spoke.

“I think now all we need is a basinet, highchair, and whatever those bouncy chair things are you can sit them in.”

“Bouncy chair thing…” Steve rolls his eyes as he reaches over to punch the boy’s arm. “Oh! And a car seat. Your sister said she knew someone who had a spare so she would bring it by later.”

“Do…do you like it, babe?” When you turned to answer him, the tears were already free flowing down your cheeks. “Oh, honey.”, he chuckles as he reaches for you and you collapse in his arms.

“What about you, dude? Do you like it? You can cry to if you want. I won’t tell anyone.” Eddie chuckles when Dylan makes a face at him.

“I think it’s really cool. Ro is going to love it.

#############

“Hey!” Steve playfully exclaims as he comes into the bedroom to find you and Eddie passionately kissing. “No ‘let’s wait for Steve’ or nothin’!”

You grin up at him as the metalhead’s lips trail away from yours down to you neck. Grabbing his shirt, you yank him to the bed, bringing his mouth to yours. “Thank you for today. It was so nice seeing Dylan smile like that again.”

“It was nice seeing you smile like that again to.”, Eddie adds as he sits up on one of his elbows.

“Um, excuse me. Who told you to stop kissing me?” They both laugh as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m going to be honest here. I really want to fuck you but I also really have no idea how with the…”, he gestures to your belly.

“Well, you see, Eds. You take that big, long thing below your waist and stick it—”

“Ay! Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. Thanks for the sass.”

“You just have to promise to be honest, honey, okay? If we’re hurting you or you feel like you need a break…”

“I promise.” Steve smiles as he starts removing his clothes. “Can I have you both?”

They glance at each other worriedly. “Is it…can we?”, Eddie asks.

“I can lay on my side…”

The metalhead grins as he climbs off the bed and takes off his sweatpants before gradually removing your sleepwear, lips gently caressing your baby bump as you run your fingers through his hair. A small squeak of surprise leaves his body as he feels his legs being pulled towards the end of the mattress.

Steve smirks as he descends to his knees and takes Eddie’s cock into his mouth, flattening his tongue as he takes the boy all the way down to the back of his throat.

“Yes, Steve. Jesus.”

Sucking on the pads of your fingers, you bring them to your clit as you moan watching them. Eddie cranes his neck to watch you, licking his lips at the sight. “Come here, baby.” He pats beside him but you hesitate as he reaches to adjust you over his face.

“Eddie…I… I’m too heavy.”

“Y/N, I love you but shut up. You are NOT too heavy.”, he giggles as he guides you on top of him. “Plus, if this is the way I’m meant to go than I will be the coolest guy in heaven.”

Before you can even respond, his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds. You balance your hands on his chest as he groans into your body.

“Fuck, princess. You taste different. Sweeter. Oh my god.” His tongue invades your entrance, driving you crazy as your eyes roll back. You whimper his name, feeling yourself clench around him. Eddie’s hips thrust up causing Steve to gag and cling to the man’s thighs.

He flicks his eyes up to you and you flash him a tiny smile as you grind your hips on the metalhead’s face. His thumb reaches up to rub fast circles on to your clit and you immediately cover your mouth, suppressing the need to scream his name.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, your body shutters as you cum. Mewling as Eddie runs his tongue back and forth, licking you clean. You carefully slide off him as Steve climbs up his body to kiss the man’s lips.

They place themselves on either side of you, tenderly kissing any part of your skin they can reach. Eddie grips your hips as he guides himself into your ass, Steve carefully watching your face before lifting your leg and holding your thigh in his hand before sliding into your entrance.

You whimper at the feeling of them as they slowly begin to thrust into you, your head resting on the pillow as it suffocates your moans.

“You…you okay, Y/N?”, Steve pants.

“Yeah, I’m—mmm—I’m alright. Feels…so good.” Eddie sweaty forehead falls against your shoulder as his hips roll, pushing himself deeper into you. “F-fuck, Eddie, baby. Like that.”

Your hands reach forward as you cling to the other man’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses along his jawline. “Steve, you… you can go a little faster. Please… please…I’m almost…”

When he does as you request, you feel as if your entire body is going to explode. A sweaty palm flew over your mouth as your head tilted backwards, moaning loudly as you came. Eddie came with you, grunting into your shoulder as he thrust ropes of his seed into you, wrapping his arms around your front to hold you to his chest.

Steve followed shortly after, his forehead falling to your own as his rhythm slowed, breathing silent moans onto your face as he came inside you. After pulling his cock out, he gently lowered your leg and rolled onto his back. When he turned his head to look at you, your eyes were closed but he knew you were still awake because your hand was tenderly stroking Eddie’s arm that was still clinging to you above your belly.

As for the man himself, all he saw was tussled hair that had fallen over your shoulder.

“You still alive, Munson?”

“Mhmm… just in heaven.” His answer made you laugh.

“Do I have to take a bath?”, you whined. Steve took that as his cue as he got up and headed for the bathroom, grabbing a rag to clean you with. “Thank you…for today.”

“You already thanked us, honey.”

“Well, I’m thanking you again!”

#############

4 Months Later

“Thank you for calling Family Video. This is Steve. How can I—”

“Steven!”

“Kierra? What’s wrong?!”

“Y/N’s water broke. We’re headed to the hospital. Get the other dork and get over here!”

“Kierra…be nice…”, your heavy breathing echoing in the background. “I love you!”

Steve hangs up the phone and practically jumps over the counter. “Whoa, Harrington! Where’s the fire?”

“Y/N’s in labor. I gotta…” She chuckles as he points to the door.

“Go! Send me a picture!”

The man gets in his car and speeds down the thankfully empty Hawkins streets to the mechanic shop to pick up Eddie who dives into the car the moment it pulls up.

They race to the hospital, your sister giggling as they skid down the hallway. “She’s in that room over there. Go be with your wife and I’m going to go get Dylan. He’s got a sister to meet.”

##########

With half lidded eyes, you smile as Eddie holds Aurora in his arms, his finger holding her tiny hand. A big toothy grin spreads across his face when he looks up and sees you and Steve watching him with adoration.

“Shut up.”, he chuckles.

“Mom?” Dylan runs to your bed as Steve lifts him up so he can hug you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, weirdo. I’m just tired.”

“Ohhhhh…look at my niece.” Kierra starts to tear up as she sits beside the metalhead and runs her finger gently along the baby’s cheeks.

“Do you want to hold her?”, he asks.

“I do but I promised Dylan he could first.” She kisses Eddie’s cheek before he carefully stands and comes to your side. You position him so he’ll be more comfortable and the man slowly lowers her into his little arms. He smiles as Steve takes a picture.

“She’s so small.”

“Pfft, she didn’t feel that way.”, you giggle as you lean back against the pillow.

“When does she get hair like Steve’s?”

“Oh, dude, I’m afraid she’s going to have hair like mine unless we pray really hard she gets your mom’s gorgeous locks.” Eddie lightly messes his curls making your son laugh.

Dylan and Kierra stayed for a while before heading back home, your sister offering to watch him so the boys could stay with you. Wayne and Robin were going to come by sometime tomorrow and for that you were thankful, desperately ready to get some sleep.

Eddie had already beat you to it, curling up in the chair by the window. Steve, however, was fully alert as he kept an eye on you waiting for you to finish feeding her so he could put her in their makeshift crib.

“Steve? I wanted to wait till everyone was gone before I said anything…”

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing. I just…you haven’t held her yet.”

“Yeah, I know. I just thought…you know…Eddie should and then Dylan—”

“Steve”, you interrupted. “I know your scared. It’s okay. I promise…you’re not alone, remember? She loves you.”

He held out his hands as you lean forward and place the baby in his arms. “Hey, Ro. I, uh, I don’t know if you remember my voice but…”

Her mouth opens as a small coo emits from her lips. Steve shoulders start to relax as she turns her head towards his chest.

“I’m one of your daddies.”

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