#iaby

[stiles-o-dylan24]

IABY MASTERLIST

Addy & Stiles - best friends to lovers/unofficial soulmates

“Addy McCall, you are going to dance with me. I don’t care that you have excuses for every foot that you are tall. I don’t care if your feet are hurting in shoes that don’t even remotely resemble your Converse you’re always in. I don’t want to dance with you out of pity. I want to dance with my best friend, because we made a pact when we were eight that we would not only attend this thing, but that we would dance our first dance together– no matter what. I want to dance with the only person who has kept me alive and sane these past few weeks. I want to dance with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

Addy & Scott - best friends/the McCall Twins

“No matter how much I’ve said he’s paid his dues he won’t listen. He’s been determined to be the best big brother from the moment he made the oath, sealed with a pinky promise in my hospital room after I got the cast on my arm.”

Addy & Allison - best friends/found family 

“I’m not asking for a Jedi force showdown in the juniors department, just a little hint would be nice.”

Addy & Lydia - best friends/found family

“Alright enough crying for the both of us, I thought you might want some help on how to style your hair to hide what I know you are worried about hiding?”

Addy & Malia - Best friends/found family 

“You’re my friend Mal, and being my friend means I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

Addy & Liam - found brother & sister/adopted son to Staddy 

“She’s the closest thing to a sister I’ve ever had, you really think I would have hurt her?”

#it's always been you #IABY #character relationships #relationship collages #character introduction

[iaby-staddy-edits]

It really does!

#iaby edit #teen wolf edit #original character #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf series #it's always been you #IABY #addy mccall #stiles stilinski x addy mccall #stiles x addy

[jaexverse]

・   ʿʿ 🌸   ⌁   @baeau   ⋆  ❛  it's always been you / abo verse !

tw/cw: talks about ruts and heats, suppressants.

He’s hesitating as he stands before the door to Jia's apartment. Her mom had all but begged him to help her daughter with her heat—it being her first one since her very first one. But the reason he’s hesitating isn’t because he doesn’t want to, no, more so it lies in the fact he knows she hates him. For weeks he’d been nothing but horrible to her with ignoring her, and avoiding her purposely all because he was hurt and angry over things that in the end wasn’t even close to being her fault.

So now, Jaesung feels guilty. It’d be so easy to just turn around and make up some excuse despite knowing well that he is her mate, and it’s his duty. And on the other hand, just the thought of leaving her alone to suffer for days during the duration of her heat almost has him ripping the door open on the spot. Her mother had given him a key to her apartment after meeting him in person at his place, and just standing here looking at the tiny piece of metal held in his palm brings back flashbacks of the past few days.

Jia's suppressants seemed to have stopped working, and everyone around her could tell she had been in pre-heat for days at the point. And due to it she had been taken to the hospital, he heard earlier while attending his class at college that she had to quit taking her suppression medication. He’s ashamed to admit that her scent alone was enough to throw his body into a pre-rut, after having stopped taking his suppressants prior due to his mother and her persistent worries—he gave in to soothe her, settling on the decision to deal with it alone whenever it happens.

Not exactly information you want to air out, but in their defense, it was her friend who seemed quite close to her and she was informing the rest of her small group. Jaesung just happened to overhear as he walked by them, sensitive ears picking up on the information and he almost brushed it off if it wasn’t for his mate’s name following. He’d never admit it to her, but he did end up texting her mom in the middle of class asking if she was alright. Which brings him to now.

Breathing out a sigh, he slides the key into the lock and unlocks the door. Upon stepping foot into her apartment, his senses are overwhelmed by this sickeningly sweet smell and he swears he’s almost knocked off his feet from the suddenness. His body reacted to it right away to his embarrassment, but he still finds himself holding his breath for a couple seconds before ultimately kicking his boots off and following the scent to her room. Pausing in front of the closed door, he shakes his head and knocks before opening it to reveal her.

“Well.. this is a sight.” He’s joking lightheartedly, heart jumping in his chest as he looks at her while he leans against the doorframe; not yet getting closer and subconsciously allowing her space after what had happened to her only a short time ago. “Your mom told me you needed some help.”

#iaby #to be tagged

[saikira999]

- Iabi, please turn it off. The sight of fire makes me sick.

- So what? Are you afraid of getting burned?)))

- ...You could say that.

#art #мой арт #artists on tumblr #ameza #амеза #memes #meme #animatic #animation #sad #north #iaby

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

It's Always Been You (Reader's Version)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

Summary: What if Michael went to his best friend (Reader) during the events of Season 2 Episode 7 instead of Amanda coming to him?

Warnings/Tags: Friends to Lovers, PWP, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, spoilers for season 2 of Kin, American attempting to write an Irish dialect

Word Count: ~3500

A/N: I've joined everyone in Mikey Brainrot Land! Expect more from me featuring Mikey (including a Mikey PoV of this fic) soon!

Fuckin' hell, what a day, Y/F/N Y/L/N thought as she poured herself a very large glass of wine and sat on her sofa. She had been shouted at by one patient at the hospital where she worked, hit on by another, and accused of trying to exsanguinate a third when she had sent a nurse in for a blood draw.

She had just opened the book she had settled down to read when her doorbell rang. Of course.

She opened the door and couldn't help but smile when she saw who was standing in her doorway -- her best friend of over twenty years, Michael Kinsella. "Mikey, hi."

Michael rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "Hey, Y/N. Can I come in?"

Y/N stepped out of the doorway. "Yeah, of course."

She shut the door behind Michael. "Can I get ya a drink? Water, tea… juice?"

Michael smiled sadly. "Beer?"

Y/N's eyebrows raised. Michael rarely imbibed after getting out of prison, so Y/N knew there was probably something serious going on. "Sure. Make yerself comfortable."

She went to her kitchen, popping open two beers before heading into her living room, pleased to see that Michael had taken his shoes off. Plannin' on stayin' a while, then. Good.

She handed him one of the beers then set the other one down before picking up her glass of wine and sitting beside him on the sofa. "Talk ta me, Mikey. What's goin' on?"

Michael drained half of the bottle before speaking. "Bren's been sniffin' 'round Anna."

Y/N sucked in a breath. Unfortunately she knew first-hand about Michael's father's predatory ways. "Did ya tell her about him?"

Michael sighed. "I tried, but she just accused me of tryin' ta keep her from tha family and I got angry and shouted at her, then I left."

Y/N took a long sip of wine. She loved her goddaughter, she really did, but she knew Anna was still angry at Michael and wouldn't want to listen to anything her father said. "Want me ta talk ta her? She might actually listen ta her Auntie Y/N."

Michael drained the rest of his beer and picked up the other bottle, then took another drink. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd appreciate tha'. I'm not exactly on the best terms with her right now."

Y/N reached out and gave Michael's hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry yer having such a rough go of it, Mikey."

Michael scoffed and took another long drink of his beer. "Oh, that's not even half of it. I called Molly afterward, then when she didn't answer I went to the chemist's to see her."

Y/N's heart clenched. She had to admit it hurt that after fighting with Anna the first person Michael had wanted to talk to hadn't been Y/N, but Molly. He hadn't been seeing her long but he seemed pretty taken with her already. "Mmm."

Michael sighed. "I didn't see her so I asked after her, and tha chemist told me she was off for tha next month." 

Y/N tilted her head curiously. "She went on holiday and didn't tell ya?"

Michael shook his head. "She's off on her weddin' and honeymoon."

Y/N gasped. That definitely hadn't been what she was expecting Michael to say. "Tha' fuckin' bitch, I'll fuckin' kill her."

Michael gently grabbed her arm as she went to stand. "Nah, no need to be goin' doin' tha'. I'm grand."

Y/N sat back down. "No you're fuckin' not, Michael, otherwise ya wouldn't be sittin' on my sofa puttin' away beer like it's fuckin'  water right now."

Michael shook his head with a chuckle. "No, no yer right, I'm not, but I will be." 

Y/N's heart broke for him. "I'm so sorry, Mikey."

"Ah, don't go worrying yer pretty little head about me." Michael shrugged then moved a stray piece of hair from Y/N's face, his touch lingering on her cheek. "I'll be fine, darlin'. Not the first time I've slept with a married woman -- or in this case, engaged."

Y/N fought to keep her eyes from fluttering closed. She had fought against her feelings for Michael ever since they had met as teenagers. But he hadn't seemed interested in her in that way at the time and then Y/N had been busy with university, and by the time she was done with her schooling Michael had already had an affair with Amanda then married Alison and had Anna, and after that… well. He had spent 8 years away.

Y/N had also recently heard whisperings of Michael and Amanda possibly rekindling their affair, but had dismissed it after Michael had recently mentioned asking the pretty clerk at the chemist's out on a date.

She sat back, draining the last of her glass of wine.

Michael's brow furrowed. "You alrigh'?"

"Oh yeah, I'm grand," Y/N said, giving him a nudge in order to distract him from her flustered state.

She stood. "Another ale?"

Michael shook his head. "Ah, I probably shouldn't. Got ta' walk home."

"You can stay here tonight, ya know." Y/N headed towards the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine. "You're always welcome."

"Ya sure I won't be a bother?" Michael asked. 

Y/N grabbed another beer for Michael and headed back into her living room. "Nah, of course not. Ya never are a bother, Mikey, you know tha'. The guest room is always open."

She handed Michael his beer and sat back down next to him. "'Sides, you can keep me from going out and doing something stupid, like slashing that little slag's tires or settin' her house on fire."

Michael chuckled. "I really didn't get far enough in ta where I knew where she lives."

"Fuckin' lucky for her then." Y/N took a sip of wine. "Anna will be okay, ya know that, right Mikey?"

Michael shook his head. and took a sip of his beer. "I'm just tryin' ta protect her, Y/N." 

Y/N studied him. "Just from Bren or from the rest of yer family too?"

Michael sighed. "I don't know. Both, I guess? I just… I don't want this for her, I -- after what happened ta Jamie I can't lose her too. I can't lose another child ta this life."

Y/N's heart broke all over again. "Ya won't, Mikey. Ya won't, because ya have me protectin' her. I love her like she was me own and I love you, ya know I'd die before I let anythin' happen to either of ya."

Michael looked down at the floor, silently contemplating something. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

Michael opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it, then opened it again, then after another moment of hesitation he cupped Y/N's chin in his hand and pressed his lips to hers, quickly moving his hand from her chin to the side of her neck as he kissed her again.

Y/N sucked in a shaky breath as Michael leaned back. Did that just fuckin' happen?

She opened her mouth, her eyes flitting across Michael's face as he looked at her as if he was waiting for her to slap him.

Before she could second-guess herself, she cupped Michael's face in her hands and pressed her lips back to his, pouring 20+ years of pent-up feelings into the kiss.

Michael responded quickly, shifting to lean Y/N back onto the sofa as he took control. "How long, pet?" he murmured against her lips.

Y/N gasped in a breath as Michael trailed hot kisses across her neck, his beard scratching deliciously against her skin. "Mikey, please…"

Michael growled against her throat. "I said, how fuckin' long, Y/N? How long have ya been wantin' me like I've been wantin' ya?"

Y/N hissed as Michael gave a gentle nip to her throat. "Ever since -- oh, fuck, Michael -- ever since I first clapped eyes on ya."

Michael groaned and leaned back to look at her. "Fuck, why didn't ya ever say anythin'?"

"Because I didn't think you were ever interested in me like tha'." Y/N sighed and sat up. "There was tha' thing with Amanda, and after tha' ya met Alison, then after she -- well, after ya came home, I thought about finally telling ya how I felt but ya were so focused on trying ta reunite with Anna and then Jamie died and there was tha' whole business with Eamon and the Batuks, and after ya came back home from tha' you were dealing with your da getting out of prison, and then it was too late because ya had started talking about Molly. Ya seemed happy fer once, Mikey, I didn't want ta get in the way of tha'." Y/N bit her lip. "Yer happiness means everythin' ta me."

Michael shook his head as he sat back on his knees. "Fuckin' hell, Y/N. You. You make me happy, ya always have." 

He paused as if a thought had struck him. "Is that why ya never got married?"

Y/N looked away so she didn't have to see pity written all over Michael's face. She had had boyfriends over the years that she had known Michael, of course, and more than the occasional one-night-stand or friend-with-benefits, but never anything overly serious.

She shrugged casually, pretending like the current conversation wasn't absolutely humiliating. "It's always been you."

Michael sighed. "Fuck."

Y/N shook her head, still refusing to look at him. "It's not a big deal, Mikey, it's not like I'm some sort of blushin' virgin or anythin'. I get my needs taken care of."

(And if she purposely only chose men with dark hair and haunted eyes to sleep with… well.)

Michael reached out and gently cupped her chin in his hand, turning her face back towards his. "Y/N, look at me, pet, please."

Y/N turned her gaze back towards him, unable to deny Michael such a simple request when he asked so sweetly.

Michael leaned in and pressed his lips to hers once again, his hand sliding from her chin to cup her neck again as he moved in to kiss her deeper.

Y/N melted against him, all of the tension leaving her body as Michael's tongue slid against hers.

Her hands scrabbled for purchase as he leaned her backwards again, finally finding the hem of Michael's sweater and shoving it up his body in order to get to bare skin.

Michael stopped kissing her just long enough to lean back and pull his sweater up and over his head, depositing it on the floor before finding her mouth once again.

Y/N ran her hands up Michael's chest, breathing out a light 'fuck' as Michael's hands slid underneath her tank top in an attempt to also disrobe her.

She sat up just enough to pull her tank top off, sighing in satisfaction as Michael's bare skin finally touched hers.

Michael began kissing his way further down her throat, his hand snaking up into her hair so he could tilt her head for better access.

Y/N whimpered as Michael's hand tightened slightly, her hips grinding up against his burdening erection. "Want ya inside me, Mikey."

Michael groaned. "Fuck, I don't have any johnnys on me."

Y/N shook her head. "It's okay. I'm on birth control and I get tested regularly for STIs."

She paused, realizing what Michael might have been insinuating. "Unless ya think we need one? In that case I have some in tha' ensuite."

Michael shook his head. "I don't -- I didn't go without, with Molly, if that's what yer askin', pet. And there hadn't been anyone else fer years before tha'."

Y//N nodded, her decision made. "Then take me to bed, Michael."

Michael wrapped his hands around her thighs. "Hold on ta me."

Y/N linked her arms around his neck. "I'm never lettin' go of ya again if I don't hafta."

Michael pressed his lips to hers once again as he lifted her to him, then stood and carried her to her bedroom.

He deposited her in her bed, wasting no time before climbing in after her.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous, pet," Michael breathed, his eyes roaming Y/N's naked torso. "Been wantin' ya fer over twenty fuckin' years."

Y/N sucked in a breath at the revelation that Michael had been wanting her for just as long as she had been wanting him. "Why didn't you ever say anythin'?"

Michael shook his head. "Because I was tryin' ta protect ya. Ya didn't deserve ta get dragged inta all of my family's shite." 

He shrugged. "Besides, ya were much too good fer the likes a' me."

Y/N huffed out a breath. "Don't ya think tha' was my decision ta make?"

Michael scoffed. "Come on, Y/N, wha' good would I have been fer ya? Ya became a fuckin' doctor."

Yeah, because a' you, Michael."

Michael's brow furrowed. "Wha' -- wha' ya mean, ya became a doctor because a' me?" 

Y/N bit her lip. Might as well tell him. "I became a doctor because if anythin' happened on a job and you couldn't go to hospital because it seemed suspicious you could at least come ta me and I'd patch ya up." 

She smiled softly. "...Or because ya had punched a wall or fell and broke a glass door with yer head."

Michael looked flabbergasted. "But I thought --"

Y/N shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love savin' lives and I don't mind helpin' out yer family when they need patchin', but the most important life ta me is yers, Mikey. I'd do anythin' I possibly could ta keep ya safe." 

She reached up and caressed his face. "Like I said, I love ya."

"Fuck." Michael closed his eyes briefly, then upon reopening them he leaned down and kissed Y/N, this time leaving her breathless with passion. 

Y/N wrapped her arms around Michael's back, gasping in a breath as he kissed his way down her throat.

"So beautiful," Michael murmured, sliding his hands up Y/N's sides and trailing his thumbs under her breasts. "Fuckin' gorgeous, pet."

Y/N moaned as Michael circled the nipple of her left breast with his tongue, tangling her fingers into his hair and arching towards his mouth. "Mikey…"

"Mmm," Michael murmured. "Love tha' way ya say my name, like fuckin' music comin' out a' ya."

He wrapped his lips around her nipple, taking his time to tease it to a peak before switching to the other one.

Y/N gasped and arched into him again. "Fuck."

Michael hummed and let Y/N's nipple go with a soft 'pop'. "We're gettin' ta that, pet."

Y/N lifted her hips in permission as Michael's hands made their way to the waistband of her lounge pants. "Mikey… Mikey, love, need ya in me."

"Mm-mm." Michael shook his head as he slowly peeled Y/N's pants and underwear off. "Got ta taste ya first, darlin'."

Y/N whimpered, the thought of having Michael's mouth against her bare cunt making her clench around nothing.

Michael smirked as he trailed his hands up Y/N's bare legs, slowly parting them. "Oh, ya like that, do ya, pet? Ya like the thought of havin' my face buried between yer thighs, tastin' yer sweet nectar?"

Y/N moaned. "Fuck, yes, Mikey, please, need your mouth on me, love."

Michael licked his lips, his eyes glittering with desire. "Fuckin' hell, pet, yer fuckin' drippin' fer me."

Y/N let out a loud moan as Michael leisurely slid his tongue up her folds. 

Michael groaned. "Fuck, you taste so fuckin' sweet, darlin'. Wish I could've been eatin' this cunt out fer years."

Y/N hissed as Michael licked another stripe up her folds then circled her clit with his tongue. "Ah, fuck, Mikey…"

Her hands flew into Michael's hair as he pressed his tongue inside her. She had had a few lovers go down on her over the years -- some more-or-less semi enthusiastically -- but Michael ate her out like he was a man starved and she was a full-course meal.

Michael worked two fingers inside her as he removed his mouth from her cunt. "Want ya ta come fer me, pet. Come fer me and I'll give ya my cock like I know ya been needin'."

Y/N whimpered again, the familiar coil inside her tightening. "Please, Mikey."

Michael lowered his mouth to her once again, beginning to fuck her with his fingers as he sucked her sensitive bud in between his lips.

Y/N felt the coil getting tighter and tighter. "Fuck, yes, Mikey, please -- Ah!"

Michael pressed a hand to her stomach as Y/N came against his face, his mouth firmly attached to her clit as he worked her through her orgasm.

He kissed his way back up Y/N's body to her lips as he began undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans.

Y/N moaned at the faint tang of herself on Michael's tongue, reaching down blindly to help Michael shove his pants and boxers down. "Need yer cock, Mikey, want it so bad, love."

Michael finished divesting himself of his pants and positioned himself back over Y/N.

Y/N bit her lip in ecstasy as Michael stroked his cock through her folds a few times, coating himself in her slick before slowly pressing inside.

She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, the feel of Michael's bare cock inside of her unlike anything else she had ever experienced.

"--Ya alrigh', pet?"

Y/N opened her eyes to see Michael watching her worriedly. 

"I'm not hurtin' ya, am I?" he asked.

Y/N shook her head. "No, Mikey, feels so good, love."

Michael slowly withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained inside of her. 

He groaned. "Fuckin' hell, darlin', ya feel fuckin' incredible."

Y/N let out a gasp as Michael snapped his hips forward, burying himself in her as deeply as he could. "So do you, Mikey. Fuck, yer so fuckin' perfect."

Michael pressed his lips to the side of Y/N's neck, then began a slow, but firm pace.

The slick slide of Michael's cock in and out of Y/N quickly had a second orgasm approaching. "Mikey, I'm close, love."

Michael picked up his pace, fucking Y/N more firmly. "Did ya let any of the others inside ya like this, Y/N?" he growled. "Did ya let them feel yer tight cunt around their bare cocks?"

Y/N shook her head, crying out as Michael hit her sweet spot. "No, Mikey, just you, only ever you, love."

Michael groaned. "Can I come inside ya, pet?"

Y/N gasped. "Yes -- yes, Mikey, please. Want ta feel ya, love, need ta feel ya."

Michael reached down and began to circle Y/N's clit with his thumb. "Want ya to come with me, pet, want ta feel ya take me as deep inside ya as ya can."

Y/N began to feel the familiar coil tightening again. "Yes, Mikey, I'm close, love, please. Fill me, mark me, claim me, make me yers."

Michael let out a rumble from deep in his chest. "Yeah, pet? Want me ta ruin ya fer anyone else? Fuck a wee one into this tight cunt of yers, have my babe growin' inside ya?"

Y/N nodded, the coil getting ready to snap. "Yes, fuck, Mikey."

"Gonna fill ya with my cum, pet, keep fuckin' ya till I'm sure yer cunt has taken every last fuckin' drop." Michael hissed in a breath as his hips stuttered. "Fuck, Y/N --"

Y/N arched against him, the coil snapping once again. "Michael--"

Michael continued to thrust into her, finally slowing once he was satisfied.

He eased out of her and collapsed at her side, reaching for her and pulling her on top of him as he caught his breath.

Y/N hummed blissfully, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Michael sighed and slid his hands around Y/N's back. "It's always been you, too, love," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I never told ya sooner. I just wanted ta keep ya safe."

Y/N shook her head, placing a kiss right over Michael's heart. "It's alright. I understand."

She looked up at him. "So wha' happens now?" 

Michael smirked. "We go get a shower then come back for another go?"

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "You know what I mean, Michael."

Michael shook his head. "Can we talk about it in tha' mornin'?"

Y/N nodded, her heart sinking. Of course this is just a one-night thing for him.

She moved to get up. "Okay."

Michael tightened his hold on her, his expression quickly becoming concerned. "Hey, no, love, it's not what yer thinkin'. I want ta give this a go, I -- it's everythin' else I don't want ta have ta think about tonigh'. I just want ta be here with ya, that's all I'm sayin'."

He took a deep breath. "I love ya, Y/N. I'm never lettin' go of ya again if I don't hafta."

A smile spread across Y/N's face as Michael repeated her earlier words back to her. "I love ya too, Mikey."

She leaned up and gave Michael a kiss. "Come on. I've got plans for tha' shower."

#lotmf writes #michael kinsella x female reader #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella fanfic #michael kinsella smut #michael kinsella fluff #kin amc #IABY Masterlist

[deutschland-im-krieg]

The very first Messerschmitt Bf 109, the 109 V1, (D-IABI), W.Nr 758, 16.9.1936. For more, see my Facebook group - Eagles of the Reich

#germany #ww2 #luftwaffe #ww2 aircraft #messerschmitt #bf 109 #bf 109v1 #1936

[usafphantom2]

Messerschmitt Bf 109 V1 (r/n D-IABI, Werke-Nr.758, the prototype for entire Bf 109 series. Germany Sep 1936.

The first prototype had Rolls Royce Kestrel engine.

credit Jets and Props

@CcibChris via X

[creesims]

mylittlethesims3world(.)blogspot(.)com/ 2016/07/ cluttermania-mega-pack-3. html? ssp_ iabi=1683677952255&m=1 | can you convert the wall graffities part to TS2?

I don't see anything to download on that page and I'm afraid I don't speak the language so I wouldn't be able to navigate the site

[oaarchitects]

Risen Christ Lutheran Church - Davenport, IA

BY: @twinshoresmanagement @RisenChristDavenport

Twin Shores renovou completamente a Igreja Luterana de Cristo Ressuscitado em Davenport, IA, para incluir espaço adicional para comunhão. Instalamos belos vitrais intrincados e luminárias, realçando a beleza geral dessa estrutura.

[nocompromise-noregrets]

Random Writer Anon!!

When you get this answer one of the questions (or all if you really want!) then pass it on to 5 writer friends! 🥰If you have more than one WIP, pick at random! We want you to talk about your works, and celebrate with you! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Don’t worry if you don’t know how to answer these questions, I’ll be back with more next Sunday. 😉

What are you most excited to write with this WIP?

How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage?

Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why?

woohoo! Hello, random writer anon, and thank you so much for this ask!

I'm so immersed in Barduil Month at the moment that I can't actually remember what my WIPs are! Hang on while I go and check my writing app...right, so there's Break You But You'll Mend, All I Want Is You, the still untitled and unposted part 4 (ish) of It's Always Been You, and the Twins-make-their-Choice fic that I'm still only 500 words into and have been for 18 months at this point >.< Let's see if I can answer for all of them...

What are you most excited to write with this WIP? For Break You, I am rather looking forward to writing more of Sigrid and Tilda getting to know more of the inhabitants of Tirion and putting their plan into motion. For All I Want, I...actually just want to get it finished at this point XD although the finishing point is an event that day 5 of Barduil Month was something of a spoiler for, and that's going to be fun to write. For IABY part 4 I'm greatly looking forward to writing the Twins' reaction to Estel and Arwen plighting their troth...and for the Twins-make-their-Choice fic I'm looking forward to getting into their realisation of the complications of their centuries-long quest against the Orcs, as well as wrestling with the choice between seeing their parents again and their love for the only home they've ever known.

How has this WIP changed since the “daydream/brainstorm” stage? I don't think any of them have changed particularly, mostly because I don't brainstorm or plan, I just get an idea and then I have to see it through. Break You is probably the one that's changed the most, as it's developed plotlines left right and centre and I'm really not sure what to do with it XD IABY part 4 was always going to cover the period between Estel meeting Arwen and the aftermath of the War of the Ring, through the eyes of Rúmil and Orophin, and All I Want was always going to be Bard and Thranduil getting together rather more intensely than they expected thanks to the Covid lockdowns. As for the Twins, I've only written 500 words or so, so it hasn't had chance to change yet. XD

Who is your favorite character in this WIP and why? For Break You, I think it's Thranduil, because he's so complicated and at this point so dreadfully depressed and fading, and writing him coming very slowly back to himself with the help of his loved ones is really rather rewarding. All I Want, it's Bard, I think, because of his enduring tiredness and utter disbelief at the situation he finds himself in. And in IABY part 4 and the Twins fic, it's always the Twins. I adore them. :D (and wherever she appears, it's always Sigrid :D )

Thank you, random writer anon! I'll send these out myself a bit later so as not to out myself XD <333333 Will definitely be happy to answer more next weekend!

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[stiles-o-dylan24]

Well, I just finished season 3 of It's Always Been You... HOLY SHIT, that was emotional!!! And thank God, they finally kissed and confessed their feelings for each other! The slow burn was killing me but worth it. Also, I can't wait to get the part where Derek is aged backwards and how he connects to Addy there.

This kind of reaction gives me sooooo much life you have no idea babe🥹 YES THE SLOW BURN!! I really said if I’m gonna do a slow burn it’s gonna be agonizing😂

season 3 was peak, it was hard to top it or even get close to it for the rest of the series but I hope you continue to love it🥰

#fandom-princess-forevermore #iaby #it’s always been you #iaby thoughts

[iaby-staddy-edits]

Same edit different audio

#iaby edit #teen wolf edit #tw edit #my edit #teen wolf rewrite #it's always been you #IABY #addy mccall #original character #staddy edit #teen wolf series #teen wolf #stiles stilinski x addy mccall #stiles x addy #staddy #season 6 #memory lost

[johnnygstaffordshire]

...it'z just so satisfying 2 know that over the past 25 yearz I was ticketed the cause as 2 why something nd or whatever eIse didn't happened nd *not* IabIed the reason...I'm Elice Ajani Gator Johnny Grapefruit Wolfblood...

[perpustakaan-estelo]

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[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

It's Always Been You (Michael's Version)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

Summary: What if Michael went to his best friend (Reader) during the events of Season 2 Episode 7 instead of Amanda coming to him?

Warnings/Tags: Friends to Lovers, PWP, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, spoilers for season 2 of Kin, American attempting to write an Irish dialect

Word Count: 5k (Michael had a LOT of thoughts, lol)

A/N: Here's the companion piece to It's Always Been You!

Michael Kinsella stood outside of his best friend's house, waffling between ringing the doorbell and just walking back to his own home. He knew that Y/N had just gotten off of a shift at the hospital where she worked as an emergency physician and wouldn't want to have to deal with Michael's bullshit on top of a long day at work, but he needed to talk to someone and when the cab driver had picked him up outside the chemist's and asked him for an address, Michael had automatically given Y/N's instead of his own. 

He rang the doorbell, fighting the urge to bolt as he saw Y/N's silhouette heading towards the door. She's yer best mate, he chastised himself. She won't mind ya poppin' 'round fer a quick chat.

The door opened, revealing Y/N. She was dressed in a tank top and lounge pants and had clearly been settling in for a relaxing evening at home. God, she's beautiful.

Michael had been in love with Y/N from the night he had met her at a party back when they were teenagers. All it had taken was the gentle peal of Y/N's laughter at a lame joke Michael had told and he knew that his heart would forever be hers. Unfortunately, he also knew that her heart could never be his -- the more he had got to know Y/N the more he knew that she could never possibly want to be with the son of a drug lord, especially a son who was expected to join the family business.

A smile spread across Y/N's face. "Mikey, hi."

Michael nervously rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. Just one drink, tha's it. Don't overstay yer welcome. "Hey, Y/N. Can I come in?"

Y/N stepped out of the doorway. "Yeah, of course."

Michael walked in, turning towards Y/N as she shut the door behind him. 

"Can I get ya a drink?" Y/N offered. "Water, tea… juice?"

Michael smiled sadly. I don't deserve her. "Beer?"

Y/N's eyebrows raised. She was the only one who had continuously respected Michael's desire to stay out of trouble in order to freely and legally see Anna, which included rarely drinking and never to excess. "Sure. Make yerself comfortable."

Michael walked into the living room as Y/N headed into her kitchen, noticing a glass of wine and slightly-worn paperback copy of some romance novel Y/N had been reading on her coffee table. At least she hadn't already been in bed.

He glanced back towards the kitchen. 'Make yerself comfortable', Y/N had said, not 'have a seat' .

Michael took his shoes off and sat on Y/N's sofa, relaxing slightly as he smelled the subtle scent of Y/N's perfume lingering on the cushions.

A few seconds later Y/N returned with 2 beers, handing one to Michael and setting the other one down before picking up her glass of wine and sitting beside him on the sofa. "Talk ta me, Mikey," she said softly. "What's goin' on?"

Michael had warned Y/N about Bren's predatory ways back when they were teenagers and had made sure to never leave her alone with him, even going so far as to make up excuses for Y/N to accompany him whenever he had to leave the room in order to protect her from Bren's roving eyes and wandering hands. Thinking about the disgusting comments his father had made to him about Y/N still made Michael sick to his stomach… Not that he had ever told Y/N about them.

He mentally shook his head and drained half of the bottle of beer, needing something to do while he collected his thoughts. "Bren's been sniffin' 'round Anna."

Y/N gasped, a look of alarm immediately crossing her face. "Did ya tell her about him?"

Michael sighed. "I tried, but she just accused me of tryin' ta keep her from tha family and I got angry and shouted at her, then I left."

He knew he hadn't handled his conversation (if you could call it that) with Anna well and that losing his temper with her definitely hadn't helped the situation, but he honestly didn't know what else to do in order to try to keep her safe from Bren.

Y/N took a long sip of wine. "Want me ta talk to her? She might actually listen ta her Auntie Y/N."

Michael was filled with gratitude. Y/N was Anna's godmother and had kept in touch with her while Michael had been away while also keeping Michael apprised of how Anna was doing, acting as a sort of go-between between Michael and Alison's mother. Anna won' believe me, but maybe if Y/N tried to warn her…

He finished the rest of his beer and picked up the other bottle, then took another sip. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd appreciate tha'. I'm not exactly on the best terms with her right now."

He glanced down at his hand as Y/N reached out and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having such a rough go of it, Mikey," she said.

Michael scoffed, taking another long pull of his beer. With everything that was happening with Anna and Bren he had briefly forgotten about the revelation that Molly had used him. "Oh, that's not even half of it. I called Molly afterward, then when she didn't answer I went to the chemist's to see her."

A brief flicker of something that Michael couldn't quite make out flashed across Y/N's face. "Mmm."

Michael sighed. Molly may have been yet another distraction from his feelings for Y/N, but he had to admit that the fact that she was just using him to get her jollies before she went off and got married still hurt. "I didn't see her so I asked after her, and the chemist told me she was off for the next month." 

Y/N tilted her head curiously, her brow furrowing in that adorable way Michael loved to see when she was concentrating on something. "She went on holiday and didn't tell ya?"

Michael shook his head. "She's off on her weddin' and honeymoon."

Y/N gasped, a look of rage replacing the one of confusion. She moved to stand. "That fuckin' bitch , I'll fuckin' kill her."

Michael gently grabbed her arm. As much as he appreciated the fact that Y/N was willing to go on a murderous rampage in his honor, the absolute last thing he needed was for her to wind up being arrested and to lose her medical license over him. "Nah, no need to be goin' doin' tha'. I'm grand."

Y/N sat back down, still looking murderous. "No you're fuckin' not , Michael, otherwise ya wouldn't be sittin' on my sofa puttin' away beer like it's fuckin' water right now."

Michael shook his head with a chuckle. "No, no you're right," he said truthfully. "I'm not, but I will be." 

Y/N's expression instantly changed from anger to compassion. "I'm so sorry, Mikey."

"Ah, don't go worrying your pretty little head about me." Michael shrugged then moved a stray piece of hair from Y/N's face, allowing his touch to linger on her cheek. "I'll be fine, darlin'. Not the first time I've slept with a married woman -- or in this case, engaged."

Y/N sat back as if Michael had burned her, then quickly drank the last of her glass of wine.

Michael's brow furrowed at her sudden change of demeanor. "You alrigh'?"

Y/N nudged him. "Oh yeah, I'm grand ."

She stood. "Another ale?"

Michael shook his head. He would stop by the market and pick up some more beer… or perhaps a bottle of whiskey. "Ah, I probably shouldn'. Got ta' walk home."

"You can stay here tonight, ya know," Y/N offered as she stood and headed towards the kitchen. "Yer always welcome."

"Ya sure I won't be a bother?" Michael asked. Y/N had insisted that he stay at hers when he had first started having seizures so she could keep an eye on him for a few days, which was understandable since she was a doctor, but Michael really didn't want her to have to go to any trouble for him.

Y/N reappeared with a fresh glass of wine and another beer. "Nah, of course not. Ya never are a bother, Mikey, you know tha'. The guest room is always open."

She handed Michael the beer and sat back down next to him, a slight smirk on her face. "'Sides, you can keep me from going out and doing something stupid, like slashing that little slag's tires or settin' her house on fire."

Michael chuckled. And he thought he was the overprotective one. "I really didn't get far enough in ta where I knew where she lives."

"Fuckin' lucky for her then." Y/N took a sip of wine, her expression once again turning serious. "Anna will be okay, ya know that, right Mikey?"

Michael shook his head and took a sip of his beer, looking forward instead of at Y/N. "I'm just tryin' ta protect her, Y/N." 

He could feel Y/N studying him. "Just from Bren or from the rest of your family too?"

Michael sighed. Fuck , that was the question, wasn't it? "I don't know. Both, I guess? I just… I don't want this for her, I -- after what happened ta Jamie I can't lose her too. I can't lose another child ta this life." I can't lose you either.

He looked back at Y/N as she made a pained sound. "Ya won't, Mikey. Ya won't, because ya have me protectin' her. I love her like she was me own and I love you , ya know I'd die before I let anythin' happen to either of ya."

Michael felt like his heart was going to burst from the love he felt for Y/N. I hafta tell her.

He looked down at the floor. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

Michael opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, unsure of what exactly to say.

Finally he decided to just show her and cupped Y/N's chin in his hand before pressing his lips to hers.

He moved his hand from her chin to the side of her neck, softly kissing her again before leaning back.

Y/N stared at him, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

Michael was about 2 seconds from apologizing when Y/N cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips back to his. 

Oh, thank Christ. Michael sat up and leaned forward, guiding Y/N back to lie on the sofa as he took control. "How long, pet?" he murmured against her lips before beginning to kiss his way down her neck.

Y/N gasped in a breath. "Mikey, please …"

Michael let out a soft growl as he pressed kisses to Y/N's throat. "I said , how fuckin' long, Y/N? How long have ya been wantin' me like I've been wantin' ya?"

He gave a gentle nip to her throat, holding himself back from just going ahead and marking her, claiming her as his . 

Y/N gasped. "Ever since -- oh, fuck, Michael -- ever since I first clapped eyes on ya."

Michael groaned at both the revelation that Y/N had wanted him just as long as he had wanted her and the way his given name sounded on her lips.

He leaned back to look at her. " Fuck , why didn't ya ever say anythin'?"

"Because I didn't think you were ever interested in me like tha'." Y/N sighed and sat up. "There was tha' thing with Amanda, and after tha' ya met Alison, then after she -- well, after ya came home, I thought about finally telling ya how I felt but ya were so focused on trying ta reunite with Anna and then Jamie died and there was tha' whole business with Eamon and the Batuks, and after ya came back home from tha' you were dealing with your da getting out of prison, and then it was too late because ya had started talking about Molly. Ya seemed happy fer once, Mikey, I didn't want ta get in the way of tha'." Y/N bit her lip. "Yer happiness means everythin' ta me."

Michael's affair with Amanda had been a mistake during a bout of self-pity combined with the need for comfort, and he genuinely loved Alison and wouldn't have traded Anna for anything, but even he could admit that Molly was just a distraction from his feelings for Y/N. 

He shook his head and sat back on his knees. "Fuckin' hell, Y/N. You . You make me happy, ya always have." 

Wait a minute. As far as Michael knew, Y/N had dated a few men throughout university, but to his knowledge she had never really had a steady, stable relationship. "Is that why ya never got married?"

Y/N looked away from him. "It's always been you," she said simply, then shrugged.

Michael sighed. He had been afraid of ruining Y/N's life yet had done so by keeping her from finding the perfect partner. " Fuck. "

Y/N shook her head, still refusing to look at him. "It's not a big deal, Mikey, it's not like I'm some sort of blushin' virgin or anythin'. I get my needs taken care of."

Michael wanted to be the one taking care of Y/N's needs, making her cry out in pleasure, hearing his name fall from her lips as she fell apart for him…

He reached out and gently cupped her chin in his hand, turning her face back towards his. "Y/N, look at me, pet, please."

Y/N finally looked back at him, her gaze soft and questioning.

Michael leaned in and pressed his lips to hers once again in answer, channeling 20 years of pent-up feelings into the kiss as his hand slid from her chin to cup her neck.

Y/N sighed softly as she melted against him, allowing Michael to deepen the kiss and lean her backwards once again.

Y/N tasted of wine and something unique to her , and the combination made Michael's head spin better than the purest gear ever had. Who needed drugs when they could have this?  

As their kisses grew more heated, Y/N's hands wandered down to the hem of Michael's sweater, her fingers dipping underneath and shoving the fabric up in an attempt to get it off.

Michael quickly leaned back and pulled the offending garment up and over his head, depositing it on the floor before finding Y/N's mouth once again.

The light little 'fuck' Y/N breathed out as Michael's hands slid underneath her tank top was enough for the last of Michael's resolve to snap.

He helped her get her tank top off before kissing his way further down her throat, his hand snaking up into her hair so he could tilt her head for better access.

He ground his hips down into hers, groaning in pleasure as Y/N's clothed core brushed against him.

"Want ya inside me, Mikey," Y/N whimpered into his ear.

Michael groaned as his hips involuntarily thrust down towards her core again. He wasn't in the habit of keeping condoms in his wallet and he certainly hadn't expected his evening with Y/N to go this way. "Fuck, I don't have any johnnys on me." 

Y/N shook her head. "It's okay. I'm on birth control and I get tested regularly for STIs."

Jesus Christ. Michael wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside Y/N, filling her with his cock over and over as she screamed his name in pleasure.

Before he could answer, Y/N added, "Unless ya think we need one? In that case I have some in tha' ensuite."

Michael had thankfully been responsible during his time with Molly, and if Y/N was comfortable without a barrier between them so was he. 

He shook his head. "I don't -- I didn't go without, with Molly, if that's what yer askin', pet. And there hadn't been anyone else fer years before tha'."

Y/N thought a moment, then nodded. "Then take me to bed, Michael."

Michael didn't have to be told twice. 

He wrapped his hands around her thighs. "Hold on ta me."

Y/N linked her arms around his neck. "I'm never lettin' go of ya again if I don't hafta."

Fuck. Michael pressed his lips to hers once again as he lifted her to him, then stood and carried her to her bedroom.

He deposited her in her bed and climbed in after her, admiring the beauty lying before him. "You're so fuckin' gorgeous, pet. Been wantin' ya fer over twenty fuckin' years . "

Y/N looked stunned. "Why didn't you ever say anythin'?"

Michael shook his head, still unable to believe that this gorgeous creature -- this absolute angel -- wanted him as much as he wanted her. "Because I was tryin' ta protect ya. Ya didn't deserve ta get dragged inta all of my family's shite." All of my shite, he wanted to say. 

He shrugged. "Besides, ya were much too good fer the likes a' me."

Y/N huffed out a breath, clearly annoyed. "Don't ya think tha' was my decision ta make?"

Michael scoffed. Y/N had gone on to save lives, whereas Michael himself only took them. "Come on, Y/N, wha' good would I have been fer ya? Ya became a fuckin' doctor ."

Y/N let out another annoyed little huff. "Yeah, because a' you , Michael."

Michael's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wha' -- wha' ya mean, ya became a doctor because a' me? " He remembered supporting Y/N's decision to go into the medical field, but that was after she had already decided to go to university.

Y/N bit her lip, silently contemplating for a moment. Finally she said, "I became a doctor because if anythin' happened on a job and you couldn't go to hospital because it seemed suspicious you could at least come ta me and I'd patch ya up." 

She smiled softly at him. "...Or because ya had punched a wall or fell and broke a glass door with yer head."

No. No, tha' can't be tha reason . "But I thought --"

Y/N shook her head. "Don't get me wrong, I love savin' lives and I don't mind helpin' out yer family when they need patchin', but the most important life ta me is yers, Mikey. I'd do anythin' I possibly could ta keep ya safe." 

She reached up and caressed his face. "Like I said, I love ya."

Those last three words hit Michael deep in his chest. He really didn't deserve Y/N, but he was so fucking grateful that she'd chosen him anyway. 

He wanted to say the words back, but they were stuck in his throat. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his emotions in check. " Fuck ."

If he couldn't tell Y/N how he felt, then he would just have to show her.

He opened his eyes then leaned down and kissed Y/N, pouring all of himself into trying to convey what he felt for her.

Air became a necessity, so Michael moved his way down to Y/N's throat.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Michael's back as she gasped in oxygen, the feel of her hands on his bare skin and the sound of her breathy little pants making Michael harder than he had ever been in his life.

"So beautiful," he murmured, sliding his hands up Y/N's sides and trailing his thumbs under her breasts. "Fuckin' gorgeous, pet."

He circled the nipple of her left breast with his tongue, relishing in the feel of Y/N tangling her fingers into his hair and arching towards his mouth. " Mikey… " she gasped out in a moan.

"Mmm," Michael murmured. "Love tha' way ya say my name, like fuckin' music comin' out a' ya." He wanted to hear her say it over and over, preferably while he was buried deep inside her cunt, but he wanted this to last, to show her that she wasn't just a quick fuck or a means to scratch an itch, that she meant everything to him.

He wrapped his lips around her nipple, taking his time to tease it to a peak before switching to the other one.

Y/N gasped and arched into him again. " Fuck. "

Michael hummed and let Y/N's nipple go with a soft 'pop'. "We're gettin' ta tha', pet."

He slid his hands down her body to the waistband of her pants, Y/N skin softer than velvet. 

Y/N lifted her hips up. "Mikey… Mikey, love, need ya in me," she pleaded.

As much as Michael wanted that, there was something else he needed to do first. 

He shook his head as he slowly pulled her lounge pants and underwear off, savoring each inch of bare skin that was revealed to him. "Mm-mm. Got ta taste ya first, darlin'."

He smirked at the tiny little whimper Y/N let out. "Oh, ya like that, do ya, pet?" he asked as he parted Y/N's legs for him.  "Ya like the thought of havin' my face buried between yer thighs, tastin' yer sweet nectar?"

Y/N moaned. "Fuck, yes , Mikey, please, need your mouth on me, love."

Michael licked his lips, the sight of Y/N's cunt glistening with her desire for him making his head spin. "Fuckin' hell, pet, yer fuckin' drippin' fer me."

He leisurely slid his tongue up her folds, groaning at the taste of her. " Fuck , you taste so fuckin' sweet, darlin'. Wish I could've been eatin' this cunt out fer years ."

He licked another stripe up her folds then circled her clit with his tongue, relishing in the hiss of breath she took. "Ah, fuck , Mikey…" she gasped.

Fuck. Y/N tasted sweeter than honey, better than anything Michael had ever tasted in his life. He pressed his tongue inside her, needing to taste her juices directly from the source.

Michael was a man in a desert, and Y/N's cunt was an oasis.

He worked her with his tongue, the broken pants and moans she made for him making his cock so hard it was almost painful pressing against his jeans.

He needed to fuck her soon or else he was going to burst, but he needed her to come first, needed to show her that her needs came before his own.

One day he was going to spend hours eating her out, wringing orgasm after orgasm from her until he had drunk his fill of her essence, but for now…

He begrudgingly removed his mouth from her cunt and slid two fingers inside. "Want ya ta come fer me, pet. Come fer me and I'll give ya my cock like I know ya been needin'."

Y/N whimpered again. "Please, Mikey."

Michael began to fuck her with his fingers. He could feel her tightening against them so he knew she was close.

He sucked her clit in between his lips, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud.

Y/N's hips bucked against his face. " Fuck , yes, Mikey, please -- Ah!"

Michael pressed a hand to her stomach to keep her still as he worked her through her orgasm, continuing to suckle her clit until she started to shake with oversensitivity.

He kissed his way back up Y/N's body to her lips as he began undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans, the need to feel her coming on his cock becoming priority.

Y/N moaned as he reached her lips, her hands finding their way to Michael's pants and boxers. "Need yer cock, Mikey, want it so bad, love."

Michael hurriedly finished undressing, sighing in bliss as his cock was freed from its confinement.

He gave it a few strokes and lined himself up with Y/N's cunt, coating himself in her slick before slowly pressing inside and watching as his cock disappeared inside Y/N's body. Jesus Fuckin' Christ, she feels amazin' .

He heard Y/N take a sharp breath and his eyes snapped back to her face. Her eyes were closed and Michael couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or pain. "--Ya alrigh', pet?" he asked. 

Y/N opened her eyes but she didn't answer. 

"I'm not hurtin' ya, am I?" Michael tried again.

Y/N shook her head. "No, Mikey, feels so good, love."

Michael took that as permission to continue, so he slowly withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained inside of her. 

He groaned. "Fuckin' hell, darlin', ya feel fuckin' incredible ."

Y/N let out a gasp of pleasure as Michael snapped his hips forward, burying himself in her as deeply as he could. "So do you, Mikey," she breathed. " Fuck , yer so fuckin' perfect."

Michael pressed his lips to the side of Y/N's neck as he slowly slid out then pushed back inside, setting a slow-but-firm pace.

As he made love to Y/N, he did his best to catalog every minute expression on her face and every hitch in her breath to think about later.

Y/N's breath hitched as he changed his angle slightly. "Mikey, I'm close, love."

Michael picked up his pace, fucking Y/N more firmly. The slick slide of him in and out of Y/N and the feel of her walls around his bare cock filled Michael with a sense of possessiveness he didn't know he had. He wanted to be the last lover Y/N would ever have, wanted Y/N to be the last lover he would ever have.

"Did ya let any of the others inside ya like this, Y/N?" he growled. "Did ya let them feel yer tight cunt around their bare cocks?"

Y/N shook her head, crying out as Michael hit her sweet spot. "No, Mikey, just you, only ever you, love."

Michael groaned, the thought of being the first and only man to fill Y/N with his seed stoking the fire inside him. "Can I come inside ya, pet?"

Y/N gasped. "Yes -- yes, Mikey, please. Want ta feel ya, love, need ta feel ya."

Fuckin' hell. Michael reached down and began to circle Y/N's clit with his thumb. "Want ya to come with me, pet, want ta feel ya take me as deep inside ya as ya can."

Y/N gasped and arched up into him, driving Michael impossibly deeper. " Yes , Mikey, I'm close, love, please. Fill me, mark me, claim me, make me yers ."

Michael let out a rumble from deep in his chest, the sense of claiming sparking something animalistic deep inside him. "Yeah, pet? Want me ta ruin ya fer anyone else? Fuck a wee one into this tight cunt of yers, have my babe growin' inside ya?"

To his surprise, Y/N nodded. "Yes, fuck , Mikey."

Michael knew it was damn near impossible to get Y/N pregnant tonight since she was taking birth control, but the thought having a normal life raising Anna and his child with Y/N together -- Y/N wearing his ring on her left hand -- filled him with a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in… well, probably ever. "Gonna fill ya with my cum, pet, keep fuckin' ya till I'm sure yer cunt has taken every last fuckin' drop." 

He hissed in a breath as his hips stuttered, the pit in his stomach growing until it was almost full. "Fuck, Y/N --"

Y/N arched against him. " Michael-- "

The pit in Michael's stomach exploded, releasing rope after rope after rope of his seed inside Y/N's fluttering cunt, as if his cock was being milked of everything it had.

When he was finally spent, he eased out of Y/N and collapsed at her side, panting as he reached for her and pulled her on top of him for a cuddle. 

Y/N hummed, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Michael sighed and slid his hands around Y/N's back, wanting to keep her as close to him as possible. He knew he wasn't perfect, but he wanted to be perfect for her . 

"It's always been you, too, love," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I never told ya sooner. I just wanted ta keep ya safe."

Y/N shook her head then placed a kiss right over Michael's heart. "It's alright. I understand."

She looked up at him, even more beautiful in the afterglow of their lovemaking. "So wha' happens now?" 

Michael smirked. "We go get a shower then come back for another go?"

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "You know what I mean, Michael."

Michael shook his head. He wanted tonight to just be about him and Y/N and to not let anything else that was going on disturb their solitude. "Can we talk about it in tha' mornin'?"

Y/N's face fell. "Okay."

She started to get up, her body language already starting to tense.

Fuck, fuck , no, she thinks I meant about us .

Michael tightened his hold on her. "Hey, no, love, it's not what yer thinkin'," he clarified. "I want ta give this a go, I -- it's everythin' else I don't want ta have ta think about tonigh'. I just want ta be here with ya, that's all I'm sayin'."

He took a deep breath, finally letting the words he had been wanting to say for over twenty years loose. "I love ya, Y/N. I'm never lettin' go of ya again if I don't hafta."

A smile spread across Y/N's face as Michael echoed her earlier sentiment. "I love ya too, Mikey."

She leaned up and gave him a kiss. "Come on. I've got plans for tha' shower."

Michael grinned as she sat back and pulled him up. Things may go to shit again tomorrow, but for tonight he had the perfect life.

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